#kinda like what Mañana said

[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to this month’s fic rec featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ I See You Shiver With Antici-- (SAY IT, SAY IT) by @homosociallyyours (G, 666, strangers, meet-cute, the rocky horror picture show references) Harry has elaborate costumes planned for each night of the Rocky Horror Picture Show screenings at the indie movie theater downtown. The cute guy taking tickets seems appreciative.

໑ Lazy mornings by @lvinlou (spanish, E, 1.2k, established relationship, pwp, morning sex) Las mañanas perezosas eran definitivamente las favoritas de Louis. El sol ya iluminaba toda la habitación y un nuevo día ya había comenzado para otros, pero no para ellos dos. Y Louis presentía que, a juzgar por la mirada hambrienta del ojiverde y la manera en que apretaba su trasero, no saldrían de la cama en al menos un par de horas más.

໑ always tell the truth by anditsonlyforthebrave / @HARRYSC1NEMA (NR, 5k, acquaintances to lovers, dentist harry, patient louis) Harry is Louis' dentist and getting a wisdom tooth removed shouldn't be the end of the world.

໑ You Were Always Mine by GoldenSunflouervol6 / @sunflouervol6 (E, 6k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o au, blood, injuries) Prompt 45: A/B/O fic where Louis and Harry have a lot of mutual friends but they don’t get along (mostly Louis doesn’t like Harry). One day, Louis turns up on Harry’s doorstep covered in blood and asking for help. (Inspiration: Prompt #126 from the BLFF 2021).

໑ Spaces Between Us, Hold All Our Secrets by Whoopsiedaisiesss / @shining-louist (NR, 6.4k, enemies to lovers, anxiety attacks, mean harry) The one where Louis suffers from anxiety. His rivals with Harry makes this even worse. Until one day he accidentally calls Harry duringone of his panic attacks.

Harry just wants Louis to feel better. He always does.

໑ Leave Like The Summer Breeze by @larringiscaring (E, 6.5k, strangers to lovers, farm au, farmer harry, stranded louis) When Louis and Zayn are stranded in Alabama, a farmer offers them shelter. He just asks for one thing in return.

໑ The Writing on the Wall by @stylinsonwritingpalace (E, 6.7, exes to lovers, teacher louis, author harry) When BookToker Louis receives a gift basket filled with all his favorite sweets, wines, and stuffed animals alongside the new Harry Styles book, he's shocked at the story he finds in the pages.

໑ we can follow the sparks by moon_rose25 / @darkinfinity (M, 6.7, a/b/o au, strangers to lovers, scenting, implied omega drop) “I, uhm, this is gonna sound weird, but my friend is an ER doctor and he kinda taught me what to do in this kind of situation,” the man takes a step closer to Louis, “He said a close presence of an unmated alpha and light scenting should keep an omega from dropping, so I, uh, I can help you.”

or

Louis nearly drops in Harry's bookshop and sparks fly from then on.

໑ Muffins & Cigarettes by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles (M, 7.5k, established relationship, rich harry) Louis pouts.

“You can’t pout your way into this, Louis”, Harry said as he was fixing his tie, watch and rings glinting against the soft sunlight filtering through the window.

“Of course, I can. Watch me.”

໑ Please, don’t say you want me by pjinkfleur / @pinapplouis (T, 9.3k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, royalty, arranged marriage) Prompt 496: ABO/royalty AU. Where Omega Prince Louis is forced to marry alpha King Harry by his father for the benefit of their kingdom. After the wedding, Harry lets Louis know that he didn’t want a mate and to not expect a relationship from him. Since they are already mated, Harry has to officially reject Louis’s omega to break ties. This practice is so taboo that he doesn’t know the omega has a maximum of a year left to live after rejection. As time goes on, the omega gets weaker and weaker.

໑ Hello, my name is Louis by tedtokat / @tektokatt (M, 9.7k, strangers to lovers, mean harry) Prompt 148: Louis is a scam caller. Now this isn’t exactly the job of his dreams, but it pays well enough for him to continue doing it. Louis is a very anxious person, making it hard for him to talk, so he’s very shy when he inevitably scam calls Harry. Harry ignores the scamming, but after a certain number of calls, he’s had enough. Here ensues mean Harry at the beginning, sensitive Louis who doesn’t know what is going on half of the time, and if the author is up for it, autism-coded Louis too!

໑ is ur mother worried? by @outropeace (E, 12k, acquaintances to lovers, college au, fraternity, himbo harry) In retrospect, Louis should’ve seen it coming. Way before, his ex tried to “spice” their sex lives with a threesome, they simply didn’t work as they should, not just in bed but outside of it too.

From early on in the relationship, it was evident that Leo wished for someone different from Louis, not better or more, just different. And Louis was very aware of this, but Leo was his very first love and no matter if said love was nothing more than a memory, it was difficult to let go.

At the end, Louis didn’t have to do a thing because Leo decided to pull the plug in the worst way possible.

He cheated on Louis with Harry Styles.

໑ we can start a family who will always show love by @lvinlou (spanish, E, 12k, a/b/o au, single mother louis, PE teacher harry) "¿Les gustaría pasar por un helado? Quizás podamos seguir esta charla allí".

Alfa y omega se sumieron en su propia burbuja, concretando el flechazo que sintieron al verse por primera vez. Louis aceptó con un leve sonrojo tiñendo sus mejillas. Ambos adultos se sonrieron, sin reparar en la confusa mirada que les envió el adormilado cachorro, quien durante el viaje a la heladería se preguntó por qué su mami había decidido cambiar repentinamente sus planes habituales de jugar un poco y tomar una siesta junto a él.

Sin embargo, no se quejó cuando frente a él tuvo su helado de fresa y chispas de colores favorito, agradeciendo a su profesor y, ahora, amigo de su mami.

໑ part time soulmates (full time problem) by localopa / @voulezloux (M, 12k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o soulmates au, physical pain) sworn enemies harry and louis are soulmates. everything is going smoothly until the pain hits.

໑ Wait until you're sure by tommilfson / @tommilfson (E, 13k, friends to lovers, a/b/o au, best friends pact) Prompt 465: Louis and Harry are best friends who made a pact. If neither of them has found love by the time they’re 30, then they’ll get married. It was all laughter and fun until Harry realizes they’re celebrating his 30th birthday and in a few months, Louis is gonna be 30 too. So, he struggles to find someone for Louis to avoid being together, but Louis just keeps rejecting all men Harry introduces to him (because he has feeling for him, of course), which really upsets Harry. They argue about that and Louis says something like “wow, it’s that bad to be with me?,” accepting that Harry simply doesn’t feel the same. Louis moves for a couple of months with another friend and Harry has all this time to understand his feelings, realizing that he loves Louis too and wants to be with him. But when he goes to tell him, Louis is already seeing someone else. So what’s Harry gonna do to get Louis back?

໑ Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice by @harriblou (M, 13.4k, enemies to lovers, college au, baseball player harry, physics major louis, arguing) “You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

໑ in deep devotion by ifthat / @lovehl (E, 15.6k, friends to lovers, a/b/o au, mistaken identities) “I think the folk here think I’m an Omega,” Harry voices out loud.

His suspicions began shortly after he arrived to Wright. Wherever he goes, this strange behavior follows. That type of treatment reserved for Omegas.

໑ Bend the Rules by @youreyesonlarry (E, 16.8k, friends to lovers, chef harry, video game developer louis) Prompt 588: Lous hires a ‘ghost cooking’ service because his family is worried he’s not eating well and he wants to impress them by showing them what an amazing cook he’s become. The service includes sending a discreet cook to your house and have them get everything ready so that you only serve and take the credit. Problem is, his sisters (can be OCs if that’s more comfortable) get to his flat earlier than planned and the actual cook has to hide in the master bathroom for hours. Louis is mortified. The cook is amused and helps him to clean and well. Gives him a thorough service. Feel free to pick your fave as the cook.

໑ give my heart a holiday by Ashisinlove / @ashisinlove28 (NR, 17k, friends to lovers, university au, bad puns, pining) AU where Louis and someone else both like Harry but Harry obviously likes Louis and is oblivious to the other person with scenes like Harry’s sitting with his legs on the coffee table and the other person wants to walk across and Harry doesn’t see them, so they have to say excuse me, but when Louis wants to cross he doesn’t even have to say anything because Harry sits up, puts his feet down, and gives his undivided attention to Louis.

໑ Wait For Me by cherrygelb / @cherrygelb (E, 17.4k, neighbours, single dad harry, student louis) Moving to a new place always comes with a few challenges. For Harry, it’s trying to start over after his divorce, while still doing his best taking care of his son. Though just like every parent, he is not infallible, so some mistakes are bound to be made, settling into his new role as a single-dad. For his son, Davie, moving means he has to get used to all the changes happening in his life through no fault of his own. Discovering a secret passageway on their new property lets him form an unlikely friendship with the young man and his dog he finds on the other side.

໑ Heart Eyes by @smittenwithlouis (E, 21.5k, enemies to lovers, incubus louis) Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.

໑ Impractical Magic by @crochetsunsets (M, 21.6k, strangers to lovers, curses, witch louis, royal harry) "You're a witch?"

"Yes."

“So all of this–us–it’s all a lie?”

"No."

or Louis and Harry have both been cursed since birth. What happens when they're forced into proximity? Will their curses reign, or will they have their happily ever after?

໑ Death Wish by Speechless / 0__Speechless (E, 22.6k, enemies to lovers, vampire slayer louis, vampire harry, banter) Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year.He hates them.Then why the fuck is he kissing one?Again.“I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.”   Based on Prompt 403: If having more chemistry with a villain than with your own boyfriend was a crime, then Louis would be in jail. Or the hero slowly falls in love with the morally grey character AU

໑ There is Thunder in Our Hearts by thecheshirepussycat / @the-cheshire-pussy-cat (E, 39.7k, hellcheer au, acquaintances, cheerleader louis, musician harry) 1986, Hawkins Indiana.

Stoner, nerdy, metalhead Harry Styles sells drugs to the boy of his dreams, seemingly perfect overachiever, head Cheerleader Louis Tomlinson. It wasn't supposed to become a Thing.

OR, a Stranger Things HellCheer au (without all the death)

໑ Define me again by Hazzascul_07 / @hazzascul (M, 54.3k, established relationship, amnesia au, accidents, read tags and author’s notes) His entire life literally flashed in his mind, vision growing more and more weak and he fought unconsciousness. Memories and the picture of Louis lying unconscious in front of him altered and flickered, so rapidly that he felt dizzy with how fast his mind was whirring.

What happens when you die? God he was so, so, so, fucking terrified.

All his senses gave out, last thing he felt was Louis' hand in his and then, everything went black.

໑ the face of love's rage by @outropeace (E, 67k, a/b/o au, royalty au, enemies to lovers, murder, read tags and author’s note) Seven kingdoms, two sinners and one big secret.

— rare pairs / categories —  

໑ In The Dark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 (gen, T, 666, haunted house, choose your own character) It’s the dreams.

He’d be fine without the dreams… suggesting things. If he could face all this - whatever this is - with a clear, rested mind.

໑ Crush by @allwaswell16 (louis/niall, T, 1.4k, co-workers, office au) When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

໑ it's the summer of our love by localopa / @voulezloux (louis/ryan ross, G, 3k, gym bros, sexuality crisis) ryan is in love with his best friend and gym bro, louis. the problem? ryan is straight.

໑ Got My Chaos Automatic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 (louis/liam/zayn, E, 3.1k, established relationship, canon) The one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together.

໑ softer than satin by cinnamons / @sunbellylou (louis/joel miller, E, 4k, established relationship, pwp) “Wanna go back to bed,” Louis whispered languidly, voice partly muffled by his boyfriend’s lips on his. “Mm, but we just got up, baby,” Joel murmured. Lips touching softly with each syllable. Hands groping the soft flesh around Louis’ hips, kneading at the skin there and feeling his curves.

໑ Feeling Feline by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 (louis/niall, T, 4877, magical au, animal transformation) “I’m telling you,” drifts through the cracked door, and Louis’ ears prick, twitching with interest. “There’s something wrong with that cat.”

“Have you talked to Liam?” asks another voice, worried. Louis thinks it’s the tall one with curly hair. Taller one. They’re all tall when you’re ten inches high.

“Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

໑ lonely in [paris] by f_ckromeoandjuliet / @louiesonlyangel (louis/awsten knight, T, 5.8k, strangers to lovers, canon au, coming out) Summer flings are complicated and healing comes from the strangest places.//Alternate version of Louis's tour where he's in a secret relationship with Awsten Knight from Waterparks. Based on Awsten tweeting at Louis.

໑ if i'm being honest by @disgruntledkittenface (girl direction louis/niall, E, 22.2k, acquaintances to lovers, falling in love, cats)

Niall is perfectly happy in her dating life, always finding a reason to break things off before her relationships get serious. When she finally gets a chance with Harry, her dream girl, their friend Louis makes her promise to give her a real chance. The only problem is that Harry has a cat… and Niall is not a cat person. Instead of running like she usually does, Niall has to figure out how to live with an adorable menace. And when it starts to feel like love, Niall has to decide: Is she ready for the real thing?

Inspired by Must Be Love.

໑ all tumults and feelings by camilevol6 / @svnflouwervol6 (louis/carlos sainz jr, E, 24.4k, strangers to lovers) The search for euphoria in a world that seems to be spinning out of control is perhaps what drove Louis to visit the heart of a city as vibrant as Barcelona. Everything is warm and bright on his holidays, even at night, where he finds solace in desperate lips and comfort in beautiful brown eyes that break his heart by making him realize that he has always been more fond of emerald tones covering the irises of his lovers.

[ribbonsandhair]

Hello! Glad to see this!

In that case I'd be happy to request for Valeria with a bestie readerrr YESYESSS😈😈

Tbh I've been starving for this for months.

Idk, just them bonding so well, maybe the reader is in the cartel with her, or is a simple civilian that valeria ended up being deeply fond of!

A kind-hearted and kinda dumb-ish(not naive though) reader and her just being like, "[name], please💀"

And reader having this really gen-z-ish humor, i just think she'd be so confused and pissed cuz she doesn't get the joke sometimes. Maybe reader is just like 2-1 year(s) less than her? + If they're hispanic too!😭😭😭

Sorry for my rambling💀💀💀

OH MY GOD HELLO AGAIN!!!! I LOVED WRITINF THIS SO MUCH I WAS ON A RAMPAGE 😭😭😭 I hope you enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing this!! Thanks for requesting babes!!!

Valeria Garza

Where do I START.

So, first, you’re Latino. Duh.

You’re a civilian that was lucky enough to meet Valeria.

You two probably met while getting coffee. You thought she looked pretty, so you complimented her.

“Hola, nada mas quería decirte que me gusta tu cabello!”

She was a little confused why a random person just complimented her hair. She still liked it, nonetheless.

“..Gracias.”

You were a little scared that you made her u comfortable, and after you got what you wanted from the cafe, you went home to cry.

“SOY TAN TONTA. OSÉA!”

You went back to the cafe, since it was your regular spot to just hang out to read a book. You were familiar with most of the employees.

And then, you saw HER.

YOU SAW VALERIA.

You didn’t know if you should just go up to her and apologized while making yourself look even more stupid, or just sit there.

She just SUDDENLY SAT DOWN IN FRONT OF YOU AND YOUR MIND WENT INTO PANIC MODE.

“AY! Oh. Hola!”

She just chuckled and said hi back.

And that’s how your closest friendship bloomed.

Since you’re younger than her, it’s most likely your humor is pretty deranged.

You’ll send her random pictures of god knows what, and say hi right after.

“[Name], por favor.”

You text her super late at night, like three AM.

“Si no te chingo por despertándome en las tres de la mañana–”

Either that or you rant about how you’re glad that she’s your friend because you just finished watching a super sad movie.

“[Name], are you fucking crying.”

You playfully scold her everytime she curses. Which is like in every sentence.

You’re a little dumb, so you end up being pretty clumsy. Without her, you’d be dead by now.

She uses that against you every time you don’t wanna do a favor for her.

“Remember that one time I saved your ass from falling face-first into the concrete? Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

You aren’t aware of her being the leader of the cartel that has corrupted Las Almas. So sometimes she’s hesitant with you.

She won’t respond to your messages for days due to work, so you end up worrying about her. If you ask her why she was gone for so long then she just responds with, “I was pretty busy.”

But she makes it up by hanging out with you for a while, specifically drinking.

On a similar note, you invite her over to have a few drinks with her. Just chill.

When you drink, you become more jokeful and just insane overall.

“Haha, kinda wanna kill myself. Anyways, how’s your day?”

Sometimes concerned with your humor. Can’t tell if it’s just how Gen Z humor is or if you’re that mentally I’ll.

And whenever you two drink together, you guys turn into those Latina moms that will go insane at parties. (I have a good amount of experience with this as a Latino myself.)

Dancing together, blasting music, it’s entertaining.

You also end up talking about chisme.

“Did you hear that my neighbors just got a divorce?”

“Dime más.”

And whenever she goes to your house, she always has a gift. Especially an expensive one.

It can be from some good wine, to straight up clothes and perfumes.

“How did you get the right size?”

“… Instinct.”

(She somehow got information about you.)

Valeria just hopes that she can keep you safe from her job, and doesn’t get you killed. She tries to avoid starting anything that’s super close to you.

[dr-annie]

✨Incorrect quotes✨

STRIKER :

Striker: When do I get my own gun?

Annie: I wouldn’t trust you with my kid’s lightsaber.

Striker: I was arrested for being too cool.

Annie: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Striker, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!

Annie: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar,

Annie: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!

Striker, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS

Annie: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!

Annie: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND

Striker, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ

Annie: Fight me!

Striker: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*

Striker: Fight me for the rest of our lives..

Striker: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Annie: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Striker: Stop.

Striker: *angrily presses Annie against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Annie: ...

Annie: Are we about to kiss-

Striker: Babe, you're so funny!

Annie: We have 1492 days until your tragic premature death. You will break my trust three times before that happens, but I forgive you.

Striker: Awwww, that's sweet of you!

Striker: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Annie.

Striker:

Striker: Don’t tell them I said that.

Annie: I know how this must look but I can assure you we have a perfectly logical explanation.

Striker: Yeah! We’re cowards!

Annie: Why are you late?

Striker: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Annie: Overslept?

Striker: Overslept.

VELVETTE (red-velvette-cakes) :

Annie: So you like cats?

Velvette: Yeah.

Annie: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Velvette: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Annie: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Velvette: ...

Velvette: You mean ring bearER, right?

Annie: ...

Velvette: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Velvette: Is something burning?

Annie, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Velvette: Annie, the toaster is literally on fire.

Annie: *Holding up a pack of pencils* These are kinda cute.

Velvette: Annie, that’s gay.

Annie: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

Velvette: We have a problem.

Annie: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Annie: We should be partners.

Velvette: You mean like, partners in crime?

Annie: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

Annie: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now.

Velvette: There are no books in prison.

Annie: *sighs* Thank you.

Velvette: You have your weirdly sincere humility.

Annie: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.

Annie: How do you want your coffee?

Velvette: Black, like my soul.

Annie:

Annie: Velvette, your soul is a latte.

Velvette walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Annie, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Annie, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Velvette: This date is boring!

Annie: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Velvette: Then why did you invite me?

Annie: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Annie I'll do whatever I want!

Annie: Well, Velvette and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Annie: That's right... We kissed!

Velvette: How much did you spend on this date?

Annie: $1400. But all of it's on credit cards, so it's like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years.

Velvette: I feel like doing something stupid.

Annie: I’m stupid, do me.

Velvette: Annie, I…

Velvette: I love you!

Annie: Not my problem.

Annie, texting Velvette: Velvette there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Annie: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Annie: Velvette

Annie: Velvette

Velvette: Velvette is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

Velvette (ask-velvette-offical) :

Velvette: look Annie, I'm not slut shaming you but...

Velvette: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

Velvette : AWWWW ODETTE'S SO NICE! SHE'S WAY BETTER THAN ANNIE

Annie : well fuck you too!

Annie, turning to Velvette: Stop calling yourself hot, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.

Velvette: Remember, if you die in the simulation—

Annie: Yeah, yeah, I know, if you die in the simulation you die in real life.

Velvette: What? No! You need to reset the simulation with the terminal! What is WRONG with you?!

Annie: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Velvette: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

Annie: There. How do I look?

Velvette: Like a cheap French harlot.

Annie: French?!

Annie : I'M DUTCH MOTHERFUCKER!

Annie: We’ve found the person who stole your identity and was impersonating you.

Velvette: Where were they?

Annie: Eating cheetos and crying in their car.

Velvette, impessed: Damn, they really went for it.

Baxter :

Annie: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.

Baxter: How so?

Annie: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

Annie, confused and exasperated: Baxter, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?

Baxter: Politely.

Baxter: *raises eyebrows*

Annie: Put those back down!

*Annie and Baxter are texting*

Annie: Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone.

Baxter: What did they change my name to?

Annie: Chosen One.

Baxter: Don’t change it back.

Annie: BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?!

Baxter: I’m the chosen one.

Baxter: You look really stressed.

Annie: Haha, it’s the stress.

Baxter : Annie are you okay?

Baxter: Hey Annie, can you give me the opposite of these words?

Baxter: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down.

Annie: Never, Going, To, Give, You-

Annie: The fucking satisfaction.

*While planning to break in somewhere*

Baxter: Hey, let's do "Get Help!"

Annie: What?

Baxter: "Get Help."

Annie: No.

Baxter: C'mon, you love it!

Annie: I hate it.

Baxter: It's great! It works every time!

Annie: It's humiliating.

Baxter: Do you have a better plan?

Annie: No.

Baxter: We're doing it!

Annie: We are not doing "Get Help!"

*A Minute Later*

Baxter, carrying Annie: Get help! Please! They're dying! Help Them! *throws Annie at guards, knocking them out*

Baxter: Ahh, classic!

Annie: *gets up* I still hate it. It's humiliating.

Baxter, laughing: Not for me, it's not.

Baxter: *About to do something incredibly stupid*

Annie: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

Baxter: So, what's for dinner?

Annie, staring at the food they burnt: Regret.

(@ask-velvette-official @red-velvette-cakes @baxter-science-fish @the-cowboy-of-wrath)

[zadzunny]

This is my top five off data so far

5. Mañana by The Marias and Young Miko

I love the vibe of this song it’s so melodically hypnotizing and I love toxic Young Miko

4. Pasiempre by Arcángel and Jhayco ft Myke Towers Omar Courtz and Arca and surprise ft of bad bunny (so humble his name is nowhere)

This would be higher but I don’t like Arcángel right now so he bumps this down for me Bad Bunny i know you’re working on an album right now it’s all over your Astro chart I can feel trap bunny coming back this is just a small taste and I’m fucking excited

3. Volver by Rauw Alejandro and Skrillex ft Four Tet

Rauw sounds amazing and I fucking loved him on this track and the way the music flows becomes so hypnotic and trippy and like I’m so obsessed

2. 11 y Once by Sech and E.Vax

Sech kills this his voice is so fucking good and I love how funky this starts the way mojabi ghost flows into this is kinda magical and I looooove the guitar and bass in this song it really is something I’ve never really heard anything like it

Before we get to the very obvious #1 I have honorable mentions I want to say that I love but I have not played as much as I have played these five songs collectively I will revisit in a month

Desde las 10 by Kany García

Love it very melodic but idk kinda wish it was at the end cuz it disrupts the flow for me if I listen to it in order

Lo Siento BB :/ by Bad Bunny and Julieta Venegas

I’ve had this song on repeat since it came out I fucking love Julieta Venegas Mexican Icon so… old news for me

Corleone Interlude by Chencho Corleone

What a good fucking take on old school regatón it was so dynamic wish it was longer and I get why it’s an interlude

Ok finally here’s my pick for number 1

Mojabi Ghost by Bad Bunny

Fucking duh this is my number one like Benito said on Pasiempre ‘el conejo y tainy son Kobe y Shaq’ this is such a fucking banger the way I have already listen to this song 20 times before 12 pm is wild I’m a podcast girly a YouTube video girly a Netflix in the background to be able to function girly and music has never itched that scratch for more than 30 minutes but this song has kept me going

[zaenight]

Crazy but she's mine ch8

"Ez wake up!" Jackie said wacking him with a pillow.

"¿qué? ¿Por qué sientes la necesidad de pegarme cada mañana?" Ez questioned falling back to sleep.

(what? why do you feel the need to hit me every morning?)

"Because its my favorite thing to do,Now WAKE UP!" Jackie said wacking him again.

"Querida, you'll be the death of me,were's Illiana?" Ez questioned stretching.

"With Natalie, she plans to sleepover." Jackie answered.

Suddenly they heard the door open and a two voices in the living room.

"Yo Jackie!, Me and Gilly are here!" Angel exclaimed.

Ez raised a brow,as if asking why they were here.

"We're gonna have a bbq,now c'mon!" She exclaimed.

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"Hank had family buisness,Creeper is getting the meat,and your gonna see our Pops again." Angel said drinking his beer.

"Shame he closed down his shop." Jackie said.

"You could come back and work at the bar,your barista skills are amazing." Creeper said,unloading the meat from his car.

"And see Bishop everday?No thanks." Jackie said as Felipe came out of his car.

Jackie then started a conversation with Felipe,

the two catching up as if

they were old friends.

"Oh I invited Letty , She was my Bestfriend's kid, I kinda look after her now,also his old lady Hope." Gilly told them.

"Finally meeting more girls, Illiana's at a sleepover , imagine being stuck with  Ez." Jackie said as she stuck her tongue out at Ez.

"Im offended querida , I think you like my company , you just don't wanna admit it." Ez said smirking.

"Nope!" Jackie exclaimed.

Felipe sat back and watched ,

this was the girl his son had fallen for, and he couldn't have been any happier.

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Felipe decided to go home after a while,Letty and Hope finally showed up,the three woman hitting it off.

Jackie offered her condolences after hearing what happened to Coco.

"So?, Was Ez always like this?" Jackie questioned glancing at the man, who was put in a headlock by his brother.

"Pretty much , I mean he was a bit dark when he first became President , but after meeting you and Illiana , he got his act straight, him and angel even made up." Letty explained as Hope nodded in agreement.

"Him and Angel usually get into it?" Jackie asked.

"Sometimes we guess, club shit or brother shit." Hope said shrugging , her and Letty didn't know much.

"Yeah o- Oh hell no!" Jackie exclaimed Quietly as she Glanced over to the guys.

Six girls wearing barely anything were near them , Angel,Gilly,And Creeper were

laughing with them, But Ez looked a bit uncomfy , glancing towards her.

"I'll be back ladies." Jackie said going over to them , wrapping her arm around Ez.

"Back off!" Jackie exclaimed to the Blonde girl.

"Who the hell are you? , Ez come on baby what happened we used to have so much fun!" The girl said blowing her off.

Not on her watch.

"Im his old lady , now back off before my fist goes in your face!, If he wanted you he would've had you by now,

but by the looks of you,he probably grew tired." Jackie said.

"I mean seriously,even I wouldn't tap that, What were you thinking Ez." Jackie said giving him a look.

Ez shrugged pulling her closer , and for some fucking reason , she didn't push him away.

"But Ez we were-" The girl started until she gasped.

Jackie pulled Ez into a kiss,looking right at her , asserting her dominance , saying this might not be my man , but he is MY man.

"Girls lets go NOW!" the blonde screeched as her goons followed after,The boys whooping,and Letty and Hope screaming that they better run.

"Thought you said you weren't my Old lady?" Ez questioned with a smirk,resting his forhead on hers.

"Im not , You know how you said no one was ever gonna have me,because I belong to you? well jokes on you, because everytime a chick comes up to you Imma be there,making your life hell." Jackie started.

"You may be the Boss Ezekiel,but your no king , no, your in my kingdom now , you belong to me , face it Ez your my bitch now!" Jackie whispered , her arms still around his neck.

"I think I can live with that mi reina." Ez said as he gave her a smile.

(my queen)

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Also available on A03 : Zae_night

[estefanyailen]

- Mi té se enfrió, me pregunto por qué me levanté de la cama. La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana y no puedo ver nada incluso si pudiera, todo sería gris, pero tu foto en mi pared me recuerda, que no es tan malo, it's not so bad.

- Envié dos cartas en otoño🍂, no debes tenerlas probablemente hubo un problema en la oficina de correos o algo.

- No estoy enojado, solo creo que estás jodido, no respondes... If you didn't want to talk, no tenías que hacerlo... We waited in the blistering cold for you durante cuatro horas y solo dijiste que no, eso es bastante mierda hombre...

- Aunque no estoy tan enojado, simplemente no me gusta que me mientan, recuerdas cuando nos conocimos? dijiste que si te escribía, me contestarías...

- Mira, soy como tú en cierto modo I never knew my father neither, he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her...

- Entonces, cuando tengo un día de mierda, me alejo... cause I don't really got shit else, entonces esa mierda ayuda cuando estoy deprimido...

- A veces hasta me corto para ver cuanto sangra es como la adrenalina, el dolor es un subidón tan repentino para mí. Mira todo lo que dices es real, y te respeto porque lo dices. Mi novia esta celosa porque hablo de ti 24/7 but, she don't know you like I know you. Ella no sabe cómo fue crecer para personas como nosotros... PD: deberíamos estar juntos también.

- That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning ahora es demasiado tarde, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy and todo lo que quería era una carta pésima o una llamada. Espero que sepas que arranqué todas tus fotos de la pared. I loved you Slim, we could've been together, think about it. Lo arruinaste ahora, espero que no puedas dormir y sueñes con eso and when you dream, espero que no puedas dormir y grites por eso, espero que tu conciencia te coma y no puedes respirar sin mí...

- Dear, quería escribirte antes, pero he estado ocupado... lo siento, no te vi... no creas que hice esa mierda intencionalmente solo para insultarte but, what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?. I say that shit just clowning, dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?. Tienes algunos problemas, creo que necesitas asesoramiento. ¿Y qué significa esta mierda sobre nosotros para estar juntos?, ese tipo de mierda hará que no quiera que nos conozcamos. Realmente creo que tú y tu novia se necesitan, or maybe you just need to treat her better. Espero que puedas leer esta carta, solo espero que te llegue a tiempo. before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doing just fine. Si te relajas un poco, me alegro de inspirarte, pero... ¿Por qué estas tan enojado?. Trata de entender, que yo si te quiero como fan. Simplemente no quiero que hagas una mierda loca... vi esta mierda en las noticias hace un par de semanas que me enfermó: un tipo estaba borracho y condujo su auto por un puente y tenía a su novia en el baúl ella estaba embarazada de su hijo. En el auto encontraron una cinta, pero no dijeron de quién era... ahora que lo pienso, su nombre era... Fuiste tu.

- ¡Maldición! Damn!

[asherloki]

I posted 181 times in 2022

That's 181 more posts than 2021!

94 posts created (52%)

87 posts reblogged (48%)

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I tagged 98 of my posts in 2022

Only 46% of my posts had no tags

#loki x reader fic - 53 posts

#moon knight - 53 posts

#steven grant - 52 posts

#marc spector - 51 posts

#jake lockley - 45 posts

#loki x reader smut - 44 posts

#bbc sherlock - 33 posts

#sherlock x reader - 31 posts

#sherlock x y/n - 31 posts

#steven grant x y/n - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 25 characters

#the count of monte cristo

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hiii

can I request some steven x latina!reader or if you're not comfortable with that maybe just pure steven x reader fluff. tysm💓

Lingering like a tattoo kiss

Steven grant x reader

A/n :- thanks for the request, as I'm not quite aware of latina culture but by knowing a bit from you I've tried to depict it. Sorry if it's not accurate or stereotypical. Hope you like it.

Y/n is a Latin woman who met Steven when she went to visit the British museum for vacation where he worked. She's an archaeology student so the guy who was showing and explaining about the Egyptian artefacts caught her eye. They both shared a similar interest and that is Egypt.

"¿Te gusta Egipto también?" Said she a little loudly which almost startled Steven.

"Wow um, I don't understand Spanish miss y/n"

"I meant, you like Egypt too?" Explained she in her broken English.

"Oh yeah of course, it is actually nice to see someone who shares the same interest"

His fast British accent was hard for a tourist to understand but as an well educated person she managed to get it. Y/n met him almost everyday for one week as she found a friend in this tour of her. She was there for two weeks so on her final week. She went to meet him outside the museum." "So you're studying archeology? Wow I love that"

"Why didn't you study it then?"

"I don't know, it's different with me, I can't sleep and sometimes I find myself in places I've never been to, I hope didn't freak you out"

"Que?" Y/n said almost deafening Steven.

"What?" Asked he

"Sí what?" Replied she

Steven couldn't but laugh lightly at her spontaneous reactions.

"So it's quite late, I'm sure you need to get back to your hotel now"

"Yes está bien"

"So see you tomorrow?"

"Ah Steven, I'm going back to my country tomorrow "

This was something Steven didn't expected, he forgot she's a tourist after all, he finally found a friend who is similar to her, his love deprived nature might have made him fall for her as well.

"What? Tomorrow?"

"Sí mañana"

"Can I come to see you off?"

"por supuesto I mean sure"

"Okay then good night "

"Buenos noches Steven"

Next day at airport as she was about to enter she saw Steven standing with a gift box

"Steven " y/n called out smiling

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107 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

#4

Hi! Since requests are open can you do fred weasley x reader who's in Slytherin? She's really shy and is often seen near Fred but when she can't find him she'll often ask others if they've seen him

She also has her own group of friends (3 or 5 people) where they're normally at Hogwarts and not home during holidays, but they often spend their time at hogsmeade and diagon alley

Kept his name

Fred Weasley x reader

A/n:- this request was really interesting! Hope you enjoy this !

As Hogwarts started again after holidays and new class came in, y/n also got admitted to Hogwarts with the new ones. She's a little quiet but her eyes sparkled with passion. Maybe her ambitious nature and passion helped her to be sorted in Slytherin. When they all were seated for the dinner her eyes fell on a pair of twins of gryffindor. To be more specific on one particular of them. He was 3years older so she could see they both were kinda prankster and she liked that about them. When she asked the boy beside her about them they said "oh they're the famous Weasley twins I've heard"

"Famous?"

"Yes Weasley family is famous for having as much kids that they can't afford" and started laughing.

"What are their names?"

A girl infront of her said "fred and George, now don't ask me which one is which one"

She found them really interesting. Y/n loved her house too much to be ever wanting to change it but wished if he could be in Slytherin.

The boy and the girl she talked the first day became her friends. And she found out what her favourite person's name is. When they went to them to give leaflets of an event of Hogwarts, coincidentally fred went to her and said "hey I'm fred, give this to your class and make sure they attends"

She had no idea what to do or say when their fingers brushed while taking the leaflet. She forgot to blink and could only say "hm" and look down. She could hear fred saying under his breath " attitude, typical Slytherin" but who would tell him y/n was having crush on him.

This way her years went on Hogwarts. They used to stay at Hogwarts for holidays because she liked staying there more than returning to her house also her guy friend's parents lived far so they wanted to accompany him, her parents used to come to Hogwarts to give her gifts, as being great wizards they never talked to the Weasley family the year they also stayed at Hogwarts to company Harry. Her both friend's knew she was crushing over a Weasley so they said "Mr and Mrs y/l/n won't like it"

"It's nothing of that sort"

"So you don't have a crush on him"

"Well, now it's been three years I've been friends with you both so there's no use of lying, yes I have a huge crush over him".

"We knew, whenever you were shy around him, whenever you asked where's he when he was absent and whenever you could recognise which one is him" said he laughing."

"But they'll be graduating next year why don't you ask him out?" Said the girl.

"You just said my parents won't like this"

"They might, he's a pure blood"

So she went to him and finally said "fred"

He turned and said "yes"

That's all , she was stunned again but managed to say "hey, how are you"

"Aa! Fine, until someone comes to attack Harry again"

"Yeah right"

"You want something"

"No, I was wondering that - that, how are you feeling now that you'll be graduating next year"

"Hopefully I do" said he laughing "but it feels good I guess"

"Are you gonna miss some people from here?"

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112 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#3

Can I request Sherlock x fem!reader were she’s smart (not smarter then him but like, can catch up with him) but a little crazy too like Harley Quinn? Maybe she meets Donovan for the first time, she call her a freak, so reader just said something sarcastic back and put donovan in her place?

Thanks

Because I'm intelligent

Sherlock x reader

Summary:- the request from anon.

A/n :- it's a short one, and while writing this it just came out as platonic. I hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

After finishing your work at office you were heading over to your house. You thought before going to your house you should visit your junkie detective friend to check on him. His cases interests you alot. You love visiting the baker street boys and they also likes having you cause you're smart and funny in a way as well and always hyped with energy. As you knocked the door John opened it and obviously the room was a mess cause they were solving a case of stolen jewel.

"so, too swamped up aren't you two?" You said

"yes, cause lestrad is coming in any minute here I'd have to give him some explanation " said Sherlock

"wait so the great detective doesn't have a theory?" You asked

"seven actually but I have to come up with one" he replied

"guess it's time to show my intelligence" saying this you jumped on the couch of John and sat cause he was standing and took the files. Three of you were absolutely into solving it.

One theory you say he pointed out some flaw and one he says you point out some. Ultimately there were two theories left one of them has to be the correct key to the door. To know that you three need some more time to investigate, maybe you guys have to visit the place of stolen jewel as well.

Suddenly John said by looking at the window "oops it's not lestrad alone today"

"shit is it Delia?" You asked

"it's Donovan but how did you know?" Asked john

"because lestrade only comes with two of his best companions...."

"best?" Sherlock interrupted

"yes cause they're all stupid and he somehow only likes to hangout with these stupid people. Best for him, Anyway so if it was Anderson John would've laughed cause Sherlock puts him in his place in a second but Donovan! She's a real headache"

You're friend seemed a little proud of your deduction but didn't wanted to show it so he went to open the door.

"ah! Lestrade we're still on it " Sherlock said

"that means you haven't solved it yet" retorted Donovan and pushed inside.

"in a way yes" said Sherlock "but..."

"but he didn't say he won't solve it" you said interrupting him,

You were lying on John's couch at that moment and your legs were kept upwards while you're holding the case file infront of you.

"so now the detective needs help" said she

"yes Daisy cause I'm intelligent" said you

"it's Donovan!" Replied she

You looked at Sherlock and whispered "was she Donovan all the time ?"

"yes both lestrade and Sherlock mouthed

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115 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#2

Bbc! Sherlock needing to always be touching you and very cuddly and touchy just needs to have contact in some way. So when he is in places like his mind palace he still knows the reader is still there and hell of you try to move lol

You wanted my attention now you have it!

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- thanks for the request. Again it's a little shorter. Hope you like it. Altered a bit though.

I went to Italy for office work for 2 weeks and I informed him that my trip was done and I'm coming home, Sherlock was overjoyed with it but didn't wanted to show it also because he was swamped up with work. I came after the office trip Sherlock seemed too much drowned in his work files. He watched me with the corner of his eyes but too swamped up or maybe a little proud to show how much satisfied he is cause I'm back. "Hey honey!" I called out.

"Hmmm" he replied,

"Agh! Get out of your files look I've got so many things from Italy"

"In a minute"

I thought maybe he's truly busy so I went inside.

Sherlock looked and now he smiled his cheeks are blushing cause now he can cuddle with me.

So he went to the room and hugged me from behind which made me giggle "oh honey! Hey look what I got for you!"

"What?"

"Uh! If you don't let me get my bag how will I"

"I don't wanna let you go, fine I'll hold your hand then"

"Okay" I was confused cause holding hands in room while getting the bag? Seemed weird.

"What's wrong with you though"

"Nothing, when you came you wanted attention now I'm giving you attention "

"Oh ! Well I don't mind though, here" saying this I handed him a pair of Gucci sunglasses.

"Wow thanks, but you didn't have to get me something this expensive though"

"No you should wear the best pair of sunglasses, after all those ocean eyes must be protected."

He was now fully swept off by his feet and leaned to kiss me, held me close and sat down cuddling.

"Would you mind if we do this whole day?"

"And your work?"

"That can wait"

"Then okay, i missed these ocean eyes as well, all I could think about is you"

"I can tell that by the gift"

And we cuddled through the day.

165 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I hope you're having a good day, can you write something where loki is a dating a reader who gets flustered easily and he finds it cute 😊

Tolerate it

Loki x reader

A/n :- thanks for the greeting and the request. love fluff! This one's one of my personal fav. Enjoy! And hope this one makes your day good 💞.

Loki never thought he'd fall for y/n. She's absolutely unlike him, she's shy and innocent, easy to get bothered. Now that's something loki loved. He loves to tease and to ones who gets bothered easily, are his favourite. Y/n would sometimes get really mad that she would hit loki with anything near her, like a fat book she's reading. He wouldn't mind though and that kinda made it easier for her to remain with him. Rather tolerate him. She wouldn't say no to anything as well. So the god of mischief made a terrible prank on her. He usually bothers her with loud laughing talking and everything but the other day he did nothing alike him. Y/n was nervous what's wrong with him so she asked, "are you okay loki?"

"Yeah I guess"

Didn't quite sound okay but she was too coy to ask.

"Do you want my help with anything?"

"You can't do anything about it"

"Oh" she really wanted to know the matter, but didn't ask anything so loki said,

"I'm actually in love with someone"

She fell off guard. Love someone? So what is she to him?

"What ?"

"Yes, I wanna propose her"

"Who's she though?"

"She's so pretty you can't even imagine, she's marvellous and...." Loki stopped the moment he saw her upset and trying hard not to show.

"Do you wanna see her?"

"I guess"

He took a mirror and showed her reflection

She realised and smiled at it.

"Can you ever not play pranks on me?"

"No, I always wanna bother you, only you, so wanna marry me ?"

"Yes, I think I can tolerate it" said she smiling. He put a ring on her finger and leaned to kiss her. He can't imagine himself without her now.

196 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

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[hopefully-inspiring-persona]

Honestly, I know there’s a lot of people in the fandom that kinda view Kim as pure and can do no wrong and only good natured, and when I see people draw him with the lungs it makes me think about that, but also it’s accurate.

Like, the lungs themselves are connected to a figure who is widely seen as innocent and amazing, but there are hints in the game that the character is not actually as good as we were initially led to believe. Dolores is seen as inhuman to some, and some of the decisions she made could probably be considered really bad, but we do still view here as a good figure, and when I thought about it I really really began to appreciate the lungs and halo being a Kim thing.

I don’t really know if everyone who draws Kim means to draw that parallel or if I am actually just 599 iq who can see things in media no one else can see with my special eyes, but I really appreciate that symbolism and depth of meaning. Ugh I love Kim.

[nael-opale]

You know, when Mirabel finds Bruno, what I love is that beyond the fact that his social skills are very peculiar to start with and he spent ten years in isolation on top of that, well...

You have to remember that even if he saw her grow up from a distance, Bruno has not interacted with his niece since she was 5 years old !

I edited this little clip to talk about that :

First we start with a clip of what Mirabel used to look like when she was 5 years old. Bruno probably kinda perceive her like that, at least at the start. She is his adorable little niece and he is a caring man. He's not immune.

I put a clip of a worried Mirabel just after, for comparison. You can see she did not change that much. That's the moment that wrecks me... Protective instinct probably activates when she's here for Tío Bruno. He doesn't want her to get scared. His hand movement is just so gentle... I'll never recover.

Bruno throwing salt at his niece is done out of superstition, that's for sure. But why sugar ? And why does it sound like a question ? I know he's a bit eccentric, but I think he's trying to tell her she's sweet. But what he says after really got to me... "Sana, Sana Colita de Rana" A post here (EDIT : I found the post ! I found it ! It was an anon ask with a cool headcanon, check it out) taught me that it is a Spanish saying that you can say/sing when someone gets hurt. It goes : "Sana, Sana Colita de Rana Si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana" And it means : "Heal, heal, little tail of the frog. If you don't heal today, you'll heal tomorrow." From what I've gathered, it is specifically meant for children. Bruno is not facing her, he may be singing that to himself, he probably heard that a lot growing up, he is still very childlike (he is literally playing hopscotch)... But I don't think it's a coincidence that he said that out loud. Mirabel was emotionally hurt like...a lot ! He does want her to get better.

The last one cracks me up : Bruno introducing Hernando to Mirabel and feeling compelled to clarify that it actually is him under the hood. To me, it's not only him being awkward and/or convinced his acting is very good. I think he was used to a kid who did not have the best concept of object permanence / was very naive... That tends to change A LOT between 5 and 15 years old 😂

Thanks to @vilmublue for uploading 8 minutes of Bruno Madrigal, I could not find the last two clips anywhere else

In conclusion :

Bruno is the best uncle, but frankly, he never had to interact with niblings older than 12 years old... I don't think he knows that much about teenagers. But it's okay. He quickly grasps how smart and emotionally intelligent Mirabel actually is. He does not treat her as a child to be condescending or anything... He is genuinely a bit lost, he has a lot of catching up to do. One thing's sure : he knew 5 year old Mirabel and he probably remembers what was comforting to her when she was small. I think he instinctively used that without even thinking about it...

[theoreticslut]

you said send a few so i put my spotify on shuffle lol hope that's okay!

"gimme" by ralph

"dream boy" by beach bunny

"yo no sé mañana" by luis enrique

i did! i’m seriously always looking for new music so thank you sm!! 🥰💗

gimme by ralph - 

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

+ omg?? such a good beat & fun lyrics?? i love this 😧💗

dream boy by beach bunny - 

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

+ i love the music & i love the lyrics. such a teen love song & i’m dying for it!!

yo no sé mañana by luis enrique - 

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

+ i have no idea what it’s about but i like it! the change btn slow and upbeat was beautiful 

send me a song & i’ll rate it!

[sebastien-mo]

So I decided to write a story about my experiences with alcoholism. It's a realistic fiction story and I really enjoy working on it! It's not finished, but I still wanted to post my progress. I know it's not the best but I'm still proud of it :)

Chapter 1

*Riiiiing!* The bell yelled, class was now dismissed for the day. My friend and I left the classroom and headed for the doors that lead outside. "Hey -----, you ready for the weekend?" said my friend. "Sure am! This week has been long and I'm ready to relax." I said to them. It was the week before simulations, and I spent all of my time in class studying and preparing for them. "Well, that's my ride. Talk to you later!" I said to my friend while waving goodbye to them. I walked to my car and opened the door to the passenger's seat, setting my stuff down. I sat down on the soft polyester seat and turned to my mom. She seemed to be on the phone with someone, but I didn't really care so I ignored it. "Oh okay, uh-huh. Alright, love you!". After hearing those words slip out of my mom's mouth, I immediately knew she was talking to my Father. I just got on my phone and thought nothing of it. My mom and Father talk everyday since my Father is always away from home as that is his job, so it was normal. "-----, papá regresará a la casa mañana!" Mom said. My heart dropped. "O-oh? De verdad?". She told me Dad was coming home, but for what reason? Didn't he just leave for work? "Sí cariño. Qué, no quieres ver a tu papá?" My mom asked. "Uh, yeah of course I want to see dad! I was just wondering." I said, trying not to sound ungrateful. "Ok, but when we get home you go clean your room. It's a mess and I don't need your Dad yelling at me because of you." My mom said sternly. I scoff at her softly, I know Dad doesn't follow that rule. Mom and I rode home, only engaging in some small talk on the way. "Oye, voy a ir a la gasolinera. Quieres venir conmigo?" My mom asked me. "Uh, sure. I'm kinda hungry so that doesn't sound like a bad idea." I said. I could probably pick up some gas station gummies or pringles as a little snack. I stretch my arms and look out the window. We're entering the parking lot of the Toot N' Totum that's close to home. Mom parks and get's out of the car, and so do I. I head to the door and open it, letting my mom go in and following after her.

"I'm going to get some more beer" Mom exclaimed to me, her heavy accent rounding off some words. Mom left to go get beer before I could say anything to her, entering the refrigerator room that Toot N' Totum normally has. My eyes follow her, but I stay still. I went into one of the aisles to see if I could get anything for myself, but my eyes wouldn't stop looking at the 12 packs of beer that were displayed on the rack. The brand labels and bright boxes wouldn't stop calling me. I turn my head around to get a better look, in turn I see my mom get two 12 packs of beer and come out with them. I let out a sigh, yeah mom wasn't joking. He really is coming home. I adjusted myself and continued to look at the snacks, not really craving anything from there. I went ahead and got some Funyuns and I headed to the refrigerators next to the refrigerator room where the bulk packages of beer were stored. I opened the glass door and got a Diet Coca Cola. "I'm back, ya estás listo?" mom asked me, each hand holding a crate of Budweiser Beer. "Yeah, I'm ready." I answered. Mom and I headed to the counter, ready to have our items checked out. I set my things on the counter and so did my mom. "Woah, that's a lot of beer. Y'all having a party or something? Haha!" The man at the counter said jokingly. I just stared at him, visibly uncomfortable. "Oh no, my husband is coming home and I just wanted to get him some beer." My mom said to the cashier, obviously in a giddy mood. I don't know what she sees in him. I don't know what she sees in my Dad. As far as I know he is the least charming guy out there. "Alright, your total is $28.16 ma'am. Will that be cash or card?" the man asked. My mom says card and she pays.

My mom leaves the gas station and I follow after her. We head to the car and mom loads the beer onto the seats in the back. I get into the car and sit down, taking out my phone from my hoodie pocket and looking to see if I have any notifications. Turns out I did, and it was a message from my friend. "Heyyy, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out this weekend?" Read the message. Just great, just fucking great. The time where I can actually hang out with my friend, my father just has to come home. I open up the keyboard on my phone and I get to typing. "Sorry man, can't. Dad's coming home and you know my mom doesn't like it when I go out while he's home." After typing out the message I just stared at it. The only thing stopping me is some man with the same last name as me coming home. I take a deep breath and send the message. Not even a few seconds pass by and they respond back. "Oh ok. Ttyl" I turn off my phone and set it down on my lap. I turned my head and saw my mom had just gotten into the car. She buckled her seat belt and set her car in reverse to back out of her parking lot space. I look out the window and look up at the light blue sky, clouds are sprinkled all over it. I wish I could be up there, so that maybe then I could finally have a moment of solace.

Chapter 2

I hear the keys jingle as my mom takes them out of her white leather purse. She inserted the key into both locks and unlocked the door. We both entered the house, dropping off our belongings onto the soft worn-out couch. Our cat meows when she sees us, happy to be in our presence. I slightly smirked at my cute companion, but the thought of my father coming home still sat in the back of my head. I took off my Adidas slides, placing them in the corner of the kitchen where the door to the laundry was stationed. I'm always too lazy to put my shoes in my room, even though it is quite honestly the easiest task in the world. I walk to my room in the dark hallway. My only light being that of the closed bathroom, seeping out of the bottom of the door. I open the door to my room, walking to my disorganized bed and plopping down on the half-covered mattress. I took in a deep breath, taking in the softness of my grey blanket that covered a decent area of the cream-colored mattress. I slowly sit up on my bed. I sigh and get off the bed. I turn on the light and take a good look at my dwelling. "It's not even that bad, but she'll get angry at me if I don't." I think to myself. I notice the room is pretty warm, so I take off my shirt and get to work. 

I start shoving stuff into my closet, hiding them as best as possible to make it look semi-organized. There is sweat running down my pecs, yet I refuse to turn on my ceiling fan. I take off the cover on my bed, dust and crumbs falling off immediately and landing onto the beige marble tile in my room. I shake it to let the rest fall off, but there is still a great deal of garbage attached to it. I put the cover back on my bed and organize it, sweeping the crumbs under the bed like usual. I grab the garbage on my nightstand and throw it away along with the tape on my workbench. I look around my room, scanning the area for anything I missed. Not like I would do anything about it if  I did, but I just like looking at little decorations on my walls. I put my shirt back on and lay on the bed. 

2 hours later...

I look at the time at the top left corner of my phone and see it is already 5pm. I get off my bed and I pop my back, each crack rising in octave after one another. "My mom should be taking a nap by now. Let's go to the living room". I open my door and walk down the hallway. I look at the other doors in the hallway through my peripherals, the golden door knobs gleaming like rare gems. I enter the living room and don't see my mother on the couch. I grin slightly, but the smell of bacon, frijoles, rice, and menudo attack my nose. I then feel a heavy pressure as my heart drops. I had forgotten that He'll be home soon.

Chapter 3

I sit on the couch that is set against the wall; my legs crossed as I pick at my bottom lip.  I'm totally flaked out as my lip starts pouring out blood. I don't notice until I feel the slow sensation of it running down the side of my hand. I let out a long sigh as I get up to go to the bathroom. I pat the spot of origin with the top of hand, trying to stop it from making small puddles on the floor. I enter the bathroom and turn on the light. The bright light bulbs blind me for a few seconds, but I get adjusted quickly. I look into the dirty mirror and see the red substance left its mark all over my chin. I wipe the blood off and apply slight pressure to my bottom lip. "Ugh, this always happens. I really need to quit this habit." I wait for the blood to stop pouring out and wipe my lip. I turn off the lights and leave the bathroom.

"M----, did you clean your room?", my mom yells from her room. "Yeah, I did!" I yell back as I walk to the living room again, even if it doesn't seem so lively. I reach the living room and my stomach grumbles. I turn to look at the couch and see the bag of Funyuns I bought, and I reach for the bright yellow bag. I pinch the sides and pull them apart as the plastic squeals. I pull out one of the golden crispy rings and eat one, slightly moaning. "This is exactly what I needed. Thank God I bought these, they definitely satisfied my craving!" I thought to myself happily. I continue to eat the rings, subconsciously eating away my anger and anxiety. I sit down on the couch and get on my phone. Every time I swipe up, the rough bubbly texture of my screen protector grazes upon the skin on my thumb. "I really need to change my screen protector, but god knows I can't put on screen protectors for shit." I continue to do sweet FA until I get a call. I look at the top of my screen and see my dad's name. I take a pause and answer the phone. 

I press the green button that answers the call, and I put on the speaker because I don't need him screaming in my ear because he doesn't know how to lower his voice. "Hola príncipe, como estas?" My dad asks. His girthy voice scratches my eardrum and I tremble slightly as I feel a crawling sensation on my back. "Uh, N-nothing! Just chilling in the living room." Shit, I tripped up on my words. I hate it when he calls me prince, it's so weird. I swallow my saliva and wait for him to respond.  He doesn't. "Hey, are you th-", I'm cut off and I hear him yelling at someone to get off the road. "He's probably in the car right now. Maybe he's driving to a hotel? I don't know, and I frankly don't care. "Sorry, some stupid person who doesn't know how to drive. What were you saying?" He asks. I take a deep breath to regulate myself and prepare my answer. "Nothing. Mom told me you were coming home tomorrow. What time are you gonna be arriving?". I start picking at my lips again, trying to forget the dread I am feeling as of now. "Around the time you leave school, so I might be picking you up." He said, not sounding interested in the conversation. "Oh ok, just wondering." I say in response. What the hell am I supposed to say? "Oh wow! I'm so happy that you are gonna be picking me up from basically prison while you're probably drunk, yippee!" Yeah no, fuck that. "Well, I'm doing something right now so I'm gonna hang up." He hangs up the phone before I can say a half assed goodbye, but that saves me the trouble of even having to do it in the first place so I'm not complaining. I know he ain't doing shit, he just says that when he's bored of you.

That actually kind of stings...

Oh well, why should I care? I'm better than him, well hopefully. I stop looking at my phone and find myself in the kitchen. "Oh shit, I was pacing again. How did I not notice that?" I thought to myself but quickly forget about it because I get a message from my friend. "Hey, I know your dad is gonna be home tomorrow, but do you think we could get some tea real quick after school?" They ask. I grind my teeth and start bouncing my leg up and down. I start typing, "Sorry bro, my dad might be picking me up after school, and you know how impatient he can be. I'd rather not run the risk of him blowing up on me, sorry." I send the message and throw my phone onto the dinner table in frustration. I jump onto the counter and sit on it, ignoring my phone at this point. I'm aggressively picking at my lip now. I don't fucking care if it bleeds at this point. I look at the cups next to the sink. "I need to select a cup to use for the duration of his stay. I don't want to even get near his saliva, or anything that he uses." The thought of feeling his rum ridden saliva on my lips makes me physically ill. I get off the counter and examine the cups. I look at their sizes, colors, and shapes. I can't get a cup that gets too much water, or too little. Neither can I get a cup that is weird to hold, nor can the colors or color be too eye catching. At last, I pick a glass cup that is of a decent size and has no tint to it. I walk to my room with a cup in hand and open the door. As soon as I walk into the room, I feel dazed. I set the cup on my nightstand next to my lamp. I sit down on my bed to catch my breath. I recollect myself, but my breath is slightly shaky. I feel a wet spot on my shirt and look down. An entire puddle of blood is on my tee-shirt, and I go to wipe my face. The lower part of my face is just drenched in blood. "No wonder I was lightheaded. I have been bleeding this entire time, fuck." I take off my shirt and use it as a cloth to wipe my face. It already has blood on it, so a little more doesn't matter. I walk to the bathroom as blood flowed down my chin to my collar bones.  This is going to get so much more worse tomorrow. He's not going to like that.

[doomednarrative]

I’m doing this for fun simply because I'm rewatching them all so,

Here's my personal ranking for Every Gorillaz Music video, based both on song and the video itself:

(This is going to be a long post)

PHASE ONE:

Tomorrow Comes Today: 7/10. I love this song and the video fits its vibe, but its still pretty simplistic and not a whole lot of actual animation and no story, so it gets points off for that.

Clint Eastwood: 10/10. I love this one honestly. Its still so charming after all this time and showcases the band well for their early days. Love the more moody tone of it, and I always love seeing the band actually play instruments in their videos too. Bonus points for Murdoc's laugh opening this one because I love that.

Rock The House: 9/10. Pure fun. I don't have a lot of commentary for it, I just think its fun and I love the song itself too. One point off for Murdoc thrusting his hips too many times for my eyes tho.

19-2000: 10/10. This one was the first Gorillaz video that I saw and it really is just a nice non plot connected video. The 3D animation still manages to hold up because of its mix with 2D animation in my opinion and I enjoy it.

Rockit: 5/10. I like the song but the video is kinda meh.

PHASE ONE MV'S OVERALL: Overall I like phase one and I miss Del. Bring him back.

PHASE TWO:

Dirty Harry: 8/10. 2D is just vibing so hard in this video and I'm living for it. That’s all that matters. (Side note but I love the version of this video they did for the BRIT's as well.)

DARE: 10/10. Noodles time to shine, a perfect song, what more could you ask for?? (Also love the bit with Murdoc at the end of course.)

Feel Good Inc: 10/10. This one is obvious if you know me at all. Murdoc playing his bass is what sells this one for me cause I enjoy the animation. The songs amazing and one I find comforting to listen to, and the mood of the video fits it perfectly. Theres some really fun shots with lighting while 2D is standing at the window too in the tower in here that I've always liked.

El Mañana: 6/10. I love this song but it makes me sad and so does the video.

PHASE TWO MV'S OVERALL: Phase One is iconic for its art style and for being The Beginning, but Phase Two is my favorite of the two for its art. I love how these videos are animated, and even if Demon Dayz is my least favorite album, the songs in these videos are all very good. Pretty solid as a whole all things considered.

PHASE THREE:

Stylo: 10/10 LISTEN, I KNOW SOME PEOPLE HATE THE CGI, BUT I LOVE IT. It’s so expressive, this song is one of my absolute faves, I’m sorry to be such a Murdoc liker but hes so much fun in this video and so expressive and it starts the story off for Plastic Beach. I love it so much.

On Melancholy Hill: 7/10. It’s not a bad video, and I love the song a lot, but...not a lot actually happens in the video aside from the bits with Noodle. Bonus points however go to just how seamlessly it puts 2D and 3D animation together, and for how cute 2D looks this whole video.

Rhinestone Eyes: 9/10. WOULD BE A 10/10 IF WE’D GOTTEN OFFICIAL ANIMATION FOR IT ;-; (The fan animated video for it tho is Very very good and i applaud that whole team.) Amazing song, this video has the most story packed into it so far from all the other videos and it’s memorable from its storyboards for that alone.

Doncamatic: 10/10 Listen...Listen I know its a one off and it doesn't really have anything in it but I’m obsessed because its one of my favorite Gorillaz songs tbh and I love Daley’s outfit in it so it gets a full pass from it.

PHASE THREE MV’S OVERALL: I love every video this phase tbh, none of them are bad. All of them are fun,and even if Melancholy Hill is a little slow, it’s still enjoyable. I love this phase because they all connect and I know I’m not the only one who feels that way either.

PHASE FOUR:

Hallelujah Money: 7/10. It’s not at all bad, but I’m as not fond of this song, and the video itself is much too trippy for me. Still has its own merits tho that I won’t knock it for even if it’s not my personal taste.

Saturn Barz: 10/10. Everything about this video is amazing. Character designs and as a comeback for the bands animated counterparts, it was perfect. I loved hearing them actually speak again too it made the whole thing so fun. The song is fuckin awesome and it fits the vibe of the whole video. Bonus points for the more lineless animation style they gave everyone in this video, it was a really neat change from past phases. My one complaint is again stop making me see so much naked Murdoc, I may like him but not like that.

Sleeping Powder: 6/10. I am so split when it comes to the mo cap models. This songs good but the video is again too trippy for me.

Strobalite: 9/10. Would have been 10/10 if Russel got to dance with 2D and Noodle, but other than that its pretty damn good. The mo cap looks way less awkward in here, particularly Murdoc and Russel. Also hilarious that Murdoc made a deal with the devil, and the guy who played him is actually his voice actor irl. This songs too much fun to vibe to as well.

PHASE FOUR MV’S OVERALL: Not much for story, but makes up for it in updated art and great music again. Solid overall yet again. I like it.

PHASE FIVE:

Humility: 20/10. Literally every single person I know who’s seen this video loved it. The animation is Beautiful, the song is so fuckin catchy, Jack Black is in it! What more do you want!! (The only thing I could have asked for was to see more of Ace but that’s its only flaw.)

Tranz: 9/10. I love this song so much but this video is Again just a little too trippy for me. However, we get to see Ace just jamming out in this video and I’ll take the trippiness just for that.

PHASE FIVE MV’S OVERALL: I was surprised there wasn't at least one more video for this phase honestly? I feel like Kansas or Souk Eye would have made for great videos for this phase. That aside tho, both the videos it does have are a lot of fun. My literal only complaint is that I wanted to see more of Ace. Bring him back in the future.

PHASE SIX:

Momentary Bliss: 8/10. This songs fine, but what sells it for me is the video is more slice of life/a day in the life of the studio. I’m always a fan of those moments. Bonus points goes to Murdoc trying to fuckin poison Jamie and it backfiring on him.

Désolé: 10/10: ooooh this song is so beautiful...I love it so much. 2D Noodle and Russel got to have such a fun time in this video and they deserve it. And poor Murdoc, having his little sad times by his asshole self. I love him but I think he deserved it. The others needed a good break from the bullshit and I’m glad they got it.

Aries: 6/10. Video itself is kinda boring, but the song is nice. Murdoc deserved to be left behind in Désolé after what he tried to pull here.

Friday the 13th: 3/10. I don’t care for this video and I really don’t care for the song. Not much else to say.

PAC-MAN: 6/10. Video’s fine, I like some of the little details in it, but it’s nothing special. The song itself is nice tho, super calming, I like it.

Strange Timez: 20/20 MY GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH...VISUALS ARE SO FUN, I LOVE ROBERT SMITH SO I LOVE HIM IN HERE, ITS JUST A GOOD TIME ALL AROUND!

The Pink Phantom: 5/10 I just don’t really care for this song?? I like Elton John but I couldn’t get myself to like this one no matter how many times I’ve listened. 2D got to be happy in this video tho so I’ll give it a pass.

The Valley of the Pagans: 6/10. This song fuckin slaps but the video feels like a boring redo of 19-2000 except for it’s ending. It gets points for giving everyone Plastic Beach feelings at the end and hyping up the video after it.

The Lost Chord: 20/20. Y’all knew this was coming. This was something I’d BEEN hoping for story wise and I finally got it. Was it maybe a little rushed? Yes. But GOD it was such a nice thing to see them say “hey we’ve wrapped up this part of the story for good and want everyone to move on from it, so we’ve given it a properly acknowledged final send off.” And tangibly seeing everyone's emotions laid out about the island and their times there was very nice. And  I know Jamie and Damon have stated Murdoc is irredeemable, blah blah yes I know hes an asshole still, but I WILL think about Murdoc in this video and how he seemed actually regretful and what that means to me and the fact that it was no one else but 2D himself being the one to reach out to Murdoc in the end to save him until my dying breath, thank you very much. And this song?? Fuckin beautiful, it had those Plastic Beach vibes again and felt good for it’s send off song, I love it.

PHASE SIX MV’S OVERALL: I may be a little split on some of them and on Song Machine as a whole, but tbh I love the phase six art style so much and most times the videos were pretty good. Bringing back PB in the end was something I always wanted too so it really does get bonus points from me for that. I’m 50/50 on them overall. The great ones are great, and the meh ones are just kinda boring, so it evens out in the end.

STAND ALONE VIDEOS MENTION:

Do Ya Thing: 10/10. I’ve said before I love the 3D animation and the slice of life stuff, so this one’s obviously a favorite, and you really cant go wrong with an Andre 3000 feature either. 

Superfast Jellyfish: 3/10. This song is kinda fun but I don’t give a single shit about the music video.

Garage Palace: 8/10. Very fun pixel visuals for a change along with a killer song, super enjoyable.

So what’s my final verdict on Gorillaz and their long music video history?

Honestly for a group thats been going as long as they have, I dont think they have too many misses in their catalog. The ones that aren’t as fun are just kinda there, but the videos that really stand out stand out far above the ones that don’t hit the mark as well and in the end it all feels like a good balance. No band has a perfect video every time, but the ones that Gorillaz did well they did amazing on and I enjoy it immensely when that happens.

Sidenotes after watching all of those:

For the love of god please put Russel in the videos more, please, he deserves it and I would love to see him more.

On that note, BRING DEL BACK WITH HIM TOO!!

And speaking of characters to bring back, I want Ace to come back and join Murdoc sometimes, even if its only once or twice more, I need to see them interact PLEASE.

Last note but Jamie, please, I’m begging, show less of mostly naked or fully naked of Murdoc in future videos, we’ve had our fill by now.

[twistedsinews]

Hey! You're probably tired of seeing me in your questions box but here my request anyway LOL : 193. “Come on, this doesn’t even make it into the top 10 of stupid things I’ve done. You’re completely overreacting.” mucho love <3

[nooooo, if I didn’t love prompts I wouldn’t reblog prompt lists.  you’re fine!  <3]

Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V; PG-13

It calmed him down.  A little.  But she was still trapped in the server room and he was still on edge and they still had a handful of minutes at best before someone came to investigate why the mainframe they'd just sabotaged was down.

"You're makin' some of these up."

"Am not."

"Alright, make it easy: give me one thing dumber'n this, since I met you."

V could name half a dozen without putting any effort into it, and she was pretty sure Jackie could, too.  The plan part of the plan had gone off without a hitch.  It was merely the escape part of the plan she hadn't thought fully through.

"Falling in love."

Kinda like the words that were out of her mouth before she realized it.

There was a poignant silence on the the line to tell her how badly she'd fucked up, and when Jackie did finally answer his voice was low.  Flat.

"You think it's dumb, huh?"

"I didn't mean like that."

"How did you mean it?"

"I-..."

"Never mind."

"Jackie, I'm not saying-..."

"Not the time for this conversation right now, V."

And he was right.

V closed her eyes.

The security doors were linked into the mainframe.  Backup power was down, but this wasn't a matter of backup power.  Because linking through the mainframe would mean cutting through any time there was so much as a hiccup in the system.

Hunching down to better see, V followed the path of the lines wired into the databanks through the darkened room.  Near where they disappeared into the angle of floor and wall, her fingers brushed over a smooth, seemingly out of place indented square in the steel paneling.  A smaller hidden rectangle slid out easily, giving her a manual release for the hatch beneath her fingertips.

It was as good a lead as any, and she dropped through the floor into the crawlspace beneath.

"I found some kind of a maintenance duct," she told Jackie, twisting a bit under the cramped space to slide the hatch closed above her.  "See if you can figure out where it comes through on the other side."

"Yeah, sure.  On it."

Directly in front of her, she found a wall.  It took some flailing to get herself back around, but V nevertheless managed, and started crawling down the passage.

"Got it."

There was a sound up ahead of scraping metal.  Turning a corner, there was a dim flash of moving light in the distance.  Once she reached the end, she found Jackie waiting for her.

"See?" she huffed, taking the hand he offered to help drag her out of the gap in the floor.  "An oversight, not the end of the world."

Jackie grunted an acknowledgement, which settled poorly with the icy chill of silence in her chest.  He let go only to push her right along in front of him, and she took the hint.  The way out was the way they came, up a flight of stairs out of the basement, through some hallways, and out an intricate lobby.

As they made their way down the main hallway, there came the rustle of movement.  Killing her light and trusting Jackie to do the same, V spun right back around, grabbing for his jacket to haul him back again and into an adjoining hall.  Tension radiated off him as Jackie pressed close to the wall behind her; his arm settled on her shoulder, less for reassurance and more ready to throw her back if things lit up any more dramatically than a few heavy flashlights.  They crouched in the darkness, waiting for the security detail - headed by one computer scientist, frustrated it seemed to the point of negligence in his surroundings - to pass them by; the hired corpo soldiers scurried along behind him, no doubt equally frustrated by the clip at which he was walking straight into the unknown.

And then the light was gone, and the clomp of heavy boots faded into the distance.

V inched forward to peer around the corner, then stepped out into the dark.  Jackie bumped into her, and she froze, but he nudged her onward.  With security now behind them, they managed a much faster pace, and escaped out of the back rooms and through the moonlit lobby without incident.

On the street again, they fell into the crowd.  A couple of blocks up and one across, they caught the line with seconds to spare, paid the fare in cash, and even snagged the last empty seat in the row.

And sharing would never have been an issue, except for the stifling rift she'd caused.

Jackie made no complaint when she settled in his lap, but other than bracing her when they got underway, he kept his hands to himself.  After a mile or two of distance, she got to her feet and opted to stand in the aisle instead.  Gripping one of the lines overhead, she put all her weight on it and twisted in space.

A man slipped off one of the nearer seats, and didn't seem bothered when someone immediately claimed it after him.  He stepped up behind her, near enough to touch but didn't, and she stood a little straighter.

"If he can't do it for you," a smooth, unfamiliar voice reasoned over her shoulder, "maybe I can."

"Yeah, maybe you could," V mumbled in vague agreement, without any of the enthusiasm she'd have found in flirting.  Still, proximity and his touch on her arm at her answer gave her an excuse to fleece his pockets.  She froze as her fingers found a plate of metal, and traced the bumps on its face.  "And maybe again, not."

The man gave a gruff little hmmph at her drab dismissal, and drew his hand away.  Keeping her hand low, V flashed the badge behind her.  Under the notice of the plainclothes dick she hoped was cruising for an easy pickup and not taking note of two mercs that were hardly out of place in taking the public transit.

Regardless of which, she opted for a quick exit at the next stop, feeling her confidence ebb back when Jackie fell in behind her.  He stopped her from flashing the badge again, this time at the very cop she'd stolen it from, snatching it from her before the man could see it.

Once they'd stepped off again, Jackie whipped his hand and the badge skittered away down the sidewalk.

They made it down another block and halfway through the next alley.

With a huff, V stepped in front of him, causing Jackie to stop short of walking into her, only to jostle her all the same.

He blinked down at her.

"I wasn't saying you're stupid."

"Didn't think you were."

"And I wasn't saying loving you was stupid."

Jackie didn't answer right away, which formed something of an answer all unto itself.

"It's cool, V.  I'm over it."

Squaring her shoulders, V raised her chin as she studied his face.

"Liar."

Jackie hissed sharply.  Clenching his jaw, he bared his teeth in a thin grimace of distaste.

"Digging yourself deeper, chica."

Brushing past her, he kept walking.

V stood rooted to the spot.

When he noticed she wasn't following him, Jackie turned back around and stalled.  He sighed heavily, and came right back.  His hand settled on her shoulder, warm and familiar.  Some of the tension eased out of her shoulders, and V shoved her hands into her pockets.

"Mira..." Jackie said, only he didn't seem to know what else to say.  Whatever was in his head, he went with, "You go home and get some rest.  I'll go and collect our pay.  I'll catch up with you in the morning."

Her heart sank.

"Yeah," V agreed listlessly.  "Alright.  Great."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, leaving her with only the shadow of his smile.

It helped.  And... it didn't.

"Hasta mañana."

This time, Jackie didn't look back.  Just disappeared into the next street.

V took one step and stopped again.

She didn't even know where the hell she was.

With a sigh, she scratched her eyebrow and pulled up her geodata.  Then, once she had a read, she started on again.  And each step felt heavier than the last.

***

Jackie parked his bike near as he could to V's car out of mindless habit, but it was a flash of color huddled in the backseat seized his attention.

It wasn't where he was expecting to find her, though not unheard of, and he knocked on the window anyway.  She stirred, squinted up at him over her shoulder, then twisted to reach the lock, followed by the latch.  Jackie stepped back as the door swung open under her weight, not anticipating for her to pour out on the floor of the parking garage like she did.

Grabbing the top of the door, two seconds too late, he winced in sympathy.

"How's that first taste of concrete, first thing in the morning, eh?"

V flipped him off.

A sign of life if ever he'd seen one.

Jackie clasped one hand firmly around her wrist.  Reaching down, he got the other into a hold on her jacket to lift her entirely off the ground, and set her onto her feet.

She combed her hair out of her face with her fingers, scrubbed her sleeve across her face, and regarded him with a dull, guarded expression that slipped a little near the corner of her mouth.  Her eyes remained narrow, more to do with her hangover than anything.

Jackie smiled.  And he meant it.

V's expression slipped a little further.  Losing ground, she turned and stalked away.

He fell in step beside her, keenly aware that it was her money sitting in his pocket.  

Among other things he was feeling overly aware of.

V survived the elevator on her own two feet.  She only opted to stop once, leaning over the low terrace wall in whatever solemn post-drunk contemplation it was she fancied this morning, and tolerated him rubbing a hand down her back before finally moving on.

They made it back to her apartment at last.  V immediately went for the sink; the mirror flickered on, and she turned on the water to scrub her face clean.

Jackie hung back, leaning into the wall as he watched her.  Trapped between feeling out the situation, and getting lost right down the subtlest play of the muscles under her skin and the patterns adorning her shoulders.

"Last night I was thinking..." V told his reflection.  "How far a full tank would get me, and I thought about three hundred miles.  Not very far, really."

Jackie didn't answer.  He didn't know what to answer.  Luckily, he apparently didn't need to answer, as she continued, "So I thought... maybe if I loaded up six or seven tanks, still have room for supplies, and I could get maybe a couple of thousand.  Still not far enough to get to the East Coast."

Ah.

Words.

Something would probably have been more appropriate than nothing right about then, but he still couldn't think of any, and careless words got them here in the first place.  Moreover, he was just smart enough to know better than to speak just because.

"I thought about it for maybe two minutes total," V admitted, without his input.  "But it wouldn't make a difference, would it?  No matter how far I could go, it doesn't change how anything feels."

Dipping her hand under the faucet, V combed the water through her hair.  Droplets caught between strands, and spattered on her ink.

"How come it's so much easier being your choom than it is being your output?"

"I don't know..."  Jackie had never really thought about it, certainly never saw it that way.  "Maybe 'cause you're thinking of it as two separate things, when really it's somewhere in between."  Her eyes narrowed as she mulled it over, and Jackie shrugged.  "Just my take on it, though."

The mirror flickered off, and he pulled back out of her way as she moved to step out of the sink cubby.  She breezed past him, and started picking through the cans on her desk.  Several empty ones went right under it, until she found an unopened one, which she cracked open for a long drink, abandoning the rest.

"But come on, really; it's not that bad," Jackie argued.  "I think... if a couple of dumb words is all that ever gets to us once in a while, we're doing okay.  Better than, I'd say."

V stared at him over the rim of the sodacan.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she stated.

Jackie blinked.

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

"I know that, too."

V sighed.  Still eyeing him, she took another sip, and, wandering over to the bed, dropped down, leaning her back against the outer wall.

"It was a stupid joke at my own expense, okay?  Falling in love wasn't part of my plan for when I got here."

Jackie scoffed.

"Implying you had a plan when you landed in N.C." he reminded her, easing down across from her to lean against the inner wall.  "Which as I recall, was not the case.  Not at all."

"Okay, but I wasn't even thinking of it as a distant possibility.  I sure as fuck wasn't expecting to trip and fall into your arms and for it to be all..." She waved her drink around in a vague pattern, encompassing the all of it.  "Isn't that stupid?"

"Love ain't stupid, chica.  Never is."

V stared at him.  Jackie stared right back, until at length he glanced off, and her gaze fell to the tab of her drink as she toyed with it.

Finally, draining the can, she set it down on the floor.  She kicked off her shoes, followed by rolling off her socks, and drew her legs up loosely onto the bed in front of her.

"...if it could have been anyone," she murmured, "I'm glad it was you."

Jackie smiled.  Then he chuckled.

"And you know what?"  He admitted, "you weren't part of my plan, either.  You fell right into my lap out of fucking nowhere, and I didn't have the first idea of what to do with that..."

As V listened quietly, her expression grew quizzical, until she shot him a very particular stare.

"...okay, you're right.  You're right," Jackie amended, "I had the first idea what I wanted to do with that, but maybe not the whole thing." Sighing, he continued, "But really.  I wanted to be the best out there.  And I wanted to do it all alone, to prove that I could.  Falling in love, tch - yeah, someday, definitely.  But having a partner?  Wasn't even on my mind.  Not until you came along.  Now I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Not even for what you want most in the world?"

"No.  Wanna know why?  'Cause you're part of everything I want most in the world."

V pressed her lips together.

Then huffed a small, shaky little breath.

She reached into her pocket to dig out her knife, opening it with a soft click.  As he watched her, she wound her braid around her fingers, and pulled it taut.  Closing her eyes, she cut it free in one concerted, jagged little effort.

Jackie found himself at no less of a loss when she crossed the bed and inched up to his side.  Reaching for his hand, she wound the braid around his wrist and fastened the ends together under the small clasp.

He glanced from the new splash of color encircling his wrist, and back to V as she closed the knife and set it on the shelf overhead.  She combed her fingers through her hair, threading out the form of another braid.  Jackie brushed his fingers through the loose strands on the other side, and her movements slowed.  Biting her lip, she reached for his hands, one after the other, guiding him to help her weave the braid together.

"This ain't some kind of Nomad marriage thing, is it?" Jackie teased, "'Cause I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet."

"No... I'm making it up as I go along."

"Oh."

At length, the braid reached a point that he had to let her take care of the rest.  Holding the end in her mouth, she tugged free several loose threads from a tear in her jeans to tie it off with.

Jackie grazed her cheek with his thumb, and she grabbed his hand, holding it there for several long moments.  There was a sound in her throat, a softened lilt like it could have been a question that didn't quite form.

"V?"

"...are we okay?"

With a glance to the window, Jackie shrugged.

"We're fine, V.  You don't have to go riding off into the desert or to the East Coast or off to Mars or someplace lookin' for some kind of absolution."  After a thought, and he added, "And while we're on the subject, you don't need to go around tripping over yourself thinking how you got to make me feel better about gonk-brained shit when it happens.  I'm tough.  I'll survive."  And after another, "Ay, I almost forgot, but I got your money."

With his free hand, he found the roll of eddies that were stuffed in his inside jacket pocket, and offered it to her.  She snatched it from his hand, and it went...

...somewhere.

Flying into the laundry basket, he was pretty certain.

But he had other things to think of right then than money that wasn't his, like how soft her mouth was, and how she tasted like artificial kumquat-flavored corn syrup.  How soon enough, he wouldn't be thinking of much at all, and if he played his deck right, neither would V.

[loudsuitlover]

Indie and Harry

A/N: More Indie and Harry but angst. 

She was sitting alone and the city lights were somehow bothering her. They were a reminder that she wasn’t alone, that her family- now maybe even broken- wasn’t the only family in the world and that there were other houses with other lights and other people that might never face even half as much as what she had faced so far. She wondered whether that was true but she pondered that maybe everyone would have to face something and that there was truly no measurement, no acceptable comparisons, because for someone who hadn’t lost, a misplacement could hurt just as much and there was no way of knowing if that was true. 

Wheez made her way towards her on her furry paws and she sat down next to her and looked out to the city as well but Blue knew, even if she couldn’t talk, she knew she had found her in an attempt to lighten her mood. Wheez could always tell when someone needed her and Blue hadn’t known souls could be seen faster in dogs that in people until they had adopted Wheez, mostly for Anie; but she was now a part of the family. 

She wouldn’t talk to the dog. She thought that was weird, but she would hold her gaze and she would comunicate with her somehow; for she swore she could feel it in her chest; and Wheez might understand or maybe not- but she was there and that was enough. 

She didn’t even know how things had gotten so bad but it was the first time she was really scared that they might not make it. She hadn’t talked to Harry in a week and that was the longest he had been apart from their children ever so she was afraid that if he needed that much time without her then maybe he was really considering a divorce. The word made her tremble. 

It was so silly too, that they had gotten this far for something so silly, specially because it had happened ten years ago and for the life of her she couldn’t see the big deal. Harry wasn’t a jealous guy, he had never been and she worshipped the ground he stood on anyway so he never really had reasons to be jealous and still... She guesses she had kept that stupid date from him for years for a reason after all, even if it was mindlessly. 

He really wasn’t a jealous guy but that didn’t mean he was never jealous. He had been a little jealous a few times, but every time they had fucked and he had forgotten about it. There was just this one guy he was jealous of and he knew it was irrational, for he knew he had nothing to do and he knew Blue loved him way too much to jeopardize what they had; but it was just knowing it had been him. 

It was probably silly. After all, it had happened ten years ago and she said it had just been dinner and nothing had happened and he believed her but she still had had ten years to mention it and she never did. And he had had to hear things about them every day in the hospital. Students who didn’t know they were married would talk in the O.R “Doctor Brook is so sleeping with doctor Anderson” or “I love it when doctor Brook operates with doctor Anderson, they’re so dreamy” or “stay with someone that looks at you the way doctor Brook looks at doctor Anderson” and every time he had wanted to tell them “doctor Anderson is my wife and we’ve been together since she was your age so pay attention and shut the fuck up” but every time he had stayed quiet and he had cleared his throat and mind his own business. Still, he wished he could take back what he said to her but some things can’t just be taken back once they’re out there. 

“Mummy,” Blue turned her neck when she heard her son’s voice. 

“¿Qué pasa, Hughie? ¿Estás bien?” (What is it, Hughie? Is everything alright?) 

“Sí... ¿Por qué estás aquí fuera?” (Yes... Why are you out here?)

She shrugged and then she stood up from her chair and walked towards her son before making their way inside. Wheez followed them and lied down on her bed on the kitchen. 

“Es un poco tarde, Hughie. Deberías estar en la cama. Mañana hay cole.” (It’s kinda late, Hughie. You should be in bed. You have school tomorrow.)

“Can we facetime Daddy? I miss him.” 

She had a look at the time on the oven. It was 9 pm so she supposed they could give Harry a call if his son wanted to talk to him. She knew that’s what he’d want her to do anyway. 

“We’ll text him, see if he’s awake.” 

“Okay...” 

She texted her angry husband and made sure he knew it was about Hughie and then patiently waited for him to reply. 

“A lo mejor está dormido...” (Maybe he’s asleep...)

“¿Daddy se va a ir?” (Is Daddy leaving?)

Her hazel eyes looked up to her kid the second she heard his concern. It had almost been a sob and when she looked up at him she could see his green eyes filled with tears. Was that what had been keeping him up? 

“¡No!” She shook her head. “Claro que no, peque.” (Of course not, little one.) “Daddy está en un congreso.” (Daddy’s on a work trip.)

“Entonces, ¿por qué estás triste?” (Then why are you sad?)

“Porque yo también le echo de menos.” (Because I miss him too.)

“Y, ¿por qué no hablas con él cuando le llamamos?” (And why do you not talk to him when we call him?) 

It was in those moments when she damned herself and Harry for having raised such smart kids. He was only four years old for crying out loud, but he had still noticed that. 

“Bueno es que cuando llamáis vosotros yo sé que Daddy quiere hablar con vosotros y veros. Yo hablo con él cuando os vais a dormir.” (Well, that’s just because when you call him, I know Daddy wants to talk to you and see you guys. I talk to him when you go to bed.)

“Daddy’s sad too. I can tell.” 

But she didn’t have time to answer him because her phone started ringing. She set the phone against an empty mug on the kitchen counter so it was pointing at Hughie but she stood next to him so he didn’t add any more suspicion to his worried mind. 

“Hi, love!” Harry greeted his son and her heart broke a little at the way it had sounded and she wanted to cry at the fear that he would never speak like that to her again. 

“Daddy! Pease, come back.” 

She loved her son’s pronunciation struggles and that was a fact. He couldn’t pronounce the l between consonants and he had some struggles with pronouns too, surprisingly worse in English than in Spanish, and he had been going to speech therapy for a year but he still struggled sometimes, especially on his PJs but she wasn’t yet worried about that. He was still four years old. 

Harry gave his son a little smile before his green eyes set on her. She tried to give him a hopeful smile, one that meant that she wanted him to come back too, but she was afraid it hadn’t reached her eyes. 

“Hey” He greeted her. 

He hadn’t called her baby like he normally would but he hadn’t chosen to call her by her name either so he hadn’t named her at all. She didn’t know what that meant. 

“Hey, I’m gonna give you two some privacy to talk. Voy a estar en el salón, peque.” (I’ll be in the living room, little one.)

Hughie nodded and she left and that time she didn’t eavesdrop for she wasn’t sure she was ready to face what her husband might tell their son. He had this thing- he didn’t like lying to his kids- so, always saving their inocence and the magic of childhood, he would still talk to them about the majority of things and he would explain everything to their little minds and they would nod and ask questions so she wasn’t ready to maybe hear that things were going to change. 

It had happened a week prior. He had waited until they were alone- Hughie was at speech therapy, Dylan was at soccer practice and Coco had picked Anie and Wheez up on her way to the dogs’ park. 

They were having a disagreement, but it wasn’t the first time they had disagreed on something after sixteen years together; and up until that moment, they hadn’t bursted like that. It was true that this disagreement was probably worse than the rest they had had because this was about one of their children and that was the most important thing for the two of them so it was hard to agree to disagree on something that required both their attentions. 

“I think Anie liked the centre, just in case you care.” She said after some minutes of silence in the kitchen. 

“I’m glad she did.” His jaw clenched. “I wish you would have told me you were taking her today too.” 

“Why? Would you have come?” 

His eyes held hers for long seconds. She was mad. No, she was furious. She couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t want to get help for his own daughter when they knew- they were doctors- that early therapy was the most important part of Autism treatment. She kept telling herself he was on denial but denying that their daughter had Autism wasn’t going to make it disappear. Plus, she really couldn’t understand. She thought- if left untreated Autism could be terrible- but he would ignore Danny every time and Danny said most times with early treatment, kids with mild Autism could have a pretty normal life, and he knew that because his own nephew had struggled with that and nowadays he was, if anything a little shy, he didn’t like to be touched but for the rest, he was just like any other kid his age. 

And she remembered Alan. There was nothing wrong with Alan. She loved Alan and so did Dylan and she was pretty sure Alan loved them too in his own way but if she could do anything to help Anie so she could have normal relationships with people and no one could take advantage of her then she would do it because Anie was her daughter and she would do just about anything for her, even if that included having a fight with Harry. 

“You know? I love our daughter just as much as you do.” He replied. 

“You have a very weird way of showing it.” 

“Why? Because I think you’re rushing into this?” 

“Yes! Me and Ollie and every other person who’s seen Anie, Harry! You’re the only one who doesn’t want to see it! She’s two and she doesn’t speak a word! She doesn’t share anything with us, she doesn’t smile at us when she likes something, she doesn’t even pay attention when you call her by her name. She’s still in the first year development.”

“She is a baby, Blue! And she has hearing problems, we both know that! And she’s bilingual. Bilingual kids take longer to start talking and... You and I both know she has her own way of comunicating, I understand her and I feel a connection with her so maybe it’s you...” 

Her breathing worked up and her jaw clenched as her whole face hardened, trying to hold back her tears. He would not make her cry in such a nasty way. He regretted his words the minute he said them but he had been on edge all day and she had a way of getting on his nerves and still he shouldn’t have said that. He knew that had been a fear of hers from Anie’s first months, she had said one too many times that her own baby didn’t like her; just because she seemed to like her Daddy much better so the fact that he was saying that made her want to cry. 

“I’m sorry.” He said but she shook her head and still didn’t look him in the eyes. 

“I don’t know if you think I want our daughter to be sick or that I want to treat her differently for no reason but the truth is I wish you’re right and if I’m wrong, I will be the happiest mum on Earth” her voice croaked and she rested a hand over her heart, as if that was going to stop it from breaking “because all I want is for my babies and you to be okay because I love you all more than anything. But if there’s something wrong with her, why do we have to wait for it to get worse? I mean what harm is there on her going to therapy even if she didn’t need it?” 

“I just don’t want to give her a problem that she doesn’t have.” 

“That’s the first thing that’s wrong about your conception of this whole thing. I don’t think Autism is a problem. It’s just another way of presentation of the human form and they need some help to fit on society but that’s that. Danny-” She stopped her sentence when she noticed the change in his body language and she got even madder. This could not be about Danny. “What? What is it with Danny? What the fuck is your problem?” 

“I don’t want to talk about it with you.”

“With me? When did we stop talking about things, H?” 

“It’s not constructive, that’s why it’s better not to say anything.” 

“Well, shouldn’t you let me decide that? I want my husband to talk to me, whether what he’s gonna say is constructive or not.”

But he shook his head and that made her angrier. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Stop swearing.” 

“You’re a jerk.” She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t know what your problem with Danny is but if you care anything about Anie or me, you wouldn’t have a problem with him.” 

Oh, no, she did not just say that. 

“He’s always had my back and he’s always been there for me and-”

“That’s exactly the problem, Blue.” He bursted. “That he’s always there. And it’s precisely because I care about you that I have a problem with him.” 

Because the thing about Danny was he had lost his fiancé too and the moment you had told Harry about that, he had seen it in your eyes, the relief, the finally someone was going to understand and he could never give you that. He couldn’t possibly compete with that and that scared him. 

She shut her eyes and brought a hand to her temple as if all of a sudden she had gotten a terrible headache. Somehow she had. 

“I can’t believe you’re jealous. You... You...”

“I’m not crazy, Blue. See? This is why I didn’t want to say anything.” He sighed but it was too late, it was out there, so then he could only elaborate on it. “He... He’s into you, babe and that’s okay, I mean I understand, I’m into you too.” He almost chuckled. “But everyone knows that. I mean people talk-”

“And since when do you care about what people say?” 

“I don’t. I mean for the most part I don’t but...” 

“But what? Do you think I would ever do that to you?” 

“No. It’s not about you doing anything. I know you would never.” He shook his head. “I guess it’s about the possibility of you wanting to do it.” 

“Well, I don’t.” She sighed. “And what do you want me to do about that? Do you want me to pretend I don’t like him or to put some distance even though we do work together-”

“No, nothing! That’s what I meant when I said it’s not constructive. There’s nothing you can do about it. It’s just what it is.” 

“But it’s nothing.” 

“Well, it’s...”It was not nothing, and if she had known by saying that she was invalidating his feelings she probably wouldn’t have said that. He was a lot more careful with his words than she was. Sometimes, that is; because some other times he would say things he regretted; but still he was always better with words than she was. “It’s listening to students gossip about how cute you two are together.” 

“What student? The same one who calls you Harry?” 

He stopped and his shoulders tensed before his green eyes investigate his wife’s. In that moment, he had forgotten all about how non-constructive that was going to be and even if he had known, when he wasn’t mad, that talking about it would bring no good; he couldn’t let it be then. 

“Harry’s my name, Blue.” 

“Oh, I know that. I also called you Harry when I was a student.” 

She had poured herself a glass of water and she had a sip while she avoided his eyes so she missed the way she had hurt him. She had never really allowed herself to ponder about that thought because deep down she knew it was stupid but she had look at that student and she had seen herself sixteen years prior and she had had the fear that she wasn’t so young anymore and she didn’t look like it either and maybe Harry had noticed too. 

“What are going on about?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Are you comparing that to us?” 

And he said that with all the horror he could muster because he would never think Blue would ever feel that way. The thing was, yes, he had slept with a student but he was so much younger then and he had married that student so he didn’t think it was something anyone could hold over his head; much less her anyway. And he had never felt judged by that, not by her at least, until she said that. 

Her eyes challenged him and she stood tall before him with her chest up and her shoulders tensed. He couldn’t possibly know that, for some things we just never know, but she would stand taller when she felt intimidated and there was no reason for her to feel intimidated then, if not by her own words and her own stupid fear of never being what he deserved. 

“It’s just funny that you’re the one jealous when I had a student the other day telling me oh, you mean Harry when I asked her if she could please hand you a patient’s chart on her way out.” 

“We work in a Uni hospital. I supervise students just like you do and my name’s Harry.” He stated the facts as if he was reading a list, “How does any of that make you jealous?” and then he wondered. 

“It was the way she said it, Harry. Oh, you mean Harry.” She mocked. “As if she could ever know you better than I do. I mean she clearly didn’t know you were married to me.” 

“Well, I don’t tell students about my personal life and let me remind you, you’re the one who didn’t want to take my last name in the hospital.” 

“That has nothing to do with this. We’ve been over that and it’s-”

“About feminism and Spanish tradition, I know. I’m not the one troubled about students not knowing we’re married.” 

“Yeah, that’s right. You don’t have a problem with that.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“You were right, this is not constructive.” She sighed. 

“No, it’s not. It’s just... It’s not fair that you give me that shit when you’re the one..!” He took a deep breath. “I mean it annoyed you the tone a student used to talk about me, do you know what it feels like to be constantly reminded that your wife has such a special connection with her male coworker who happens to like her like a fool?”

“What special connection? What the hell are you talking about? It was just a dinner, years ago and nothing happened!” 

“What?” 

She swallowed. Time had stopped in her brain but she was suddenly very aware of the slow movement of the thin second hand from the clock her mother had placed on their kitchen wall. He didn’t mean that. Her hazel eyes shied away from his but his still searched for her and he waited and he wouldn’t let her scape. She sighed. This was not constructive. 

“Blue.” He urged her. 

“We had dinner” she admitted “when you asked me for a break, remember?” 

There it was, the defensive tone again, the defensive argument, the fear and the guilt tightening her throat. He felt his heart breaking and he wasn’t quite sure why then but, in his mind, he had seen them having dinner together and she had been wearing that pink dress he liked and he had felt his heart on his belly. 

“And you’re telling me this now. Ten years later.” 

“I wasn’t planning on telling you ever if it wasn’t already clear.” 

Why would she say those things? And why would she talk like that to him? She loved him, she didn’t want to hurt him. But in the midst of everything she was thinking, he thought she wasn’t planning on ever telling him because she knew it would hurt him and she knew it would hurt him because there was something that could. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to cry but he felt like she had just punched him on his chest. 

“You were the one who broke up with me.” She continued, for once she started with the defensive manner she couldn’t take it off. . 

“I didn’t break up with you. I just told you I needed some space.” 

“You told me you needed to stay away from me.” Her voice croaked even if ten years had happened. 

He had hurt her a lot back then and he had hurt her a lot when he had asked her for time even before they really got together all those years ago and that had been a reminder, and it had been a fear of her- that she wasn’t good enough, that she was hurting him, that he wasn’t happy with her. So thinking about it was painful and it would break her voice and make her cry every time. 

“I told you I needed to stay away from you so I could think coldly because I had learnt from your fucking boss that you had been considering taking a job offer in fucking Boston and you hadn’t told me anything, Blue.”

“What for? So you could talk to them and ask them to hire me just like you did to doctor Laurie? One humilliation is already one too many, Harry!” 

“I didn’t ask him to hire you!” He raised his voice then, just like she had done before, and he would later regret it but in that moment it was frustration that had gotten over him. “He asked me! I just told him what I thought! What did you want me to do? Lie to him? Tell him I thought you were terrible?” 

“I wanted you to tell me! You were- You are the most important person when it comes to that to me! Do you have any idea how I felt when I found out the person I admired the most didn’t even think I could get a job without his help?” 

“I was just looking out for you! I-” He stopped then. 

He had said that too many times and every time he thought she had believed him but it would randomly come up again, years later, and they would start all over again. And he was done with that. 

“Okay, we’re on a swirl.” He sighed. “We’re just throwing past, old things at each other’s faces and I don’t want to be a part of this.” 

“Oh, you don’t want to be a part of this? Why don’t you leave then? Do you need another break from me?” 

“Why? Do you feel like going to dinner with Danny again?” 

She narrowed her eyes and her jaw clenched. 

“No, but if you want to know, he’s coming with me to take Anie to the centre tomorrow again.” 

“What do you mean again? He went with you today?” 

“Yes, he did because he actually cares.”

“Fucking great, Blue. And you have the nerve to wonder what my problem with Danny is. He fucking looks like my baby’s dad. Because Anie’s my daughter, right? Or did you go on another fucking date with him that you also forgot to mention?”

“You did not just say that.” 

“One has to wonder after all!” 

“No! You have no right to give me that! I am the one who’s had to deal with women talking about you all the time! Don’t you remember? When we started dating and you had already slept with half the Neo floor?” She yelled. “I had to compete with-”

“You have some nerve talking to me about competion...” 

“Oh, yeah? Against whom have you ever competed, huh? It has always been clear that I was crazy about you! Not just to you, but to everyone! It’s been so easy for you. You’ve always had me wrapped around your finger. You-”

“Easy? You’re not the one who’s had to live under the shadow of a dead boyfriend, Blue.”

She had been hugging her knees to her chest and replaying every word they had ever said in her mind when Hughie came to find her, phone in hand. 

“Daddy quiere hablar contigo.” (Daddy wants to talk to you.) He had given her a little smile at that and he had said he would tuck himself in bed on his own because he wasn’t a baby. 

“Hi.” She smiled at her husband’s exhausted expression. 

“Hi.” He smiled back. 

That was good. 

“How are you?” 

She shrugged and then she sighed. 

“I’ve been better...” 

“Yeah, me too...”

“The boys really miss you.” She let him know. “And Anie. And Wheez.” 

He smiled. If he was being honest he had missed the dog quite a lot too, and his babies but that was rather obvious. 

“And you?” He dared. 

“Me too.” 

He nodded. 

“I miss you guys too... Are you, uh, ready to talk?” 

She just nodded. She didn’t think they were going to be doing that on Facetime but if that was what he wanted then that was what she would do. 

“Okay.” He swallowed. “What do you say about having lunch out tomorrow? You know, so we can talk properly.” 

Her heart broke. She thought if he wanted to meet her outside the house it must be worse than she expected. He wouldn’t want to have her crying on her knees for him not to leave her and if they were out somewhere, he knew she would not do that. 

“Sure.”

“Good. Uh...”

“I’ll ask Coco to stay with Anie and we can meet while the boys are still in school. Early lunch?” 

“Sure. Sounds good.” 

“Good.” 

“See you tomorrow then.” 

“See you.”

He hadn’t shaved. He had a week’s worth of stubble and he hadn’t particularly done it on purpose but he knew she liked it. She told him all the time, that she loved shaving him or watching him shaved, but that she loved running her fingertips along his stubble too and that she loved that he wasn’t a hairy man but still had some soft hair on his chest. 

He gave her a little smile from the table as he watched her walking towards him and he stared at her baby blue coat and her black jeans and the way her hair brushed against her shoulders before falling down her back. Her hair was long again. 

He stood up when she reached him, “Hi.” and he held her waist with one hand and pecked her lips swiftly and she felt her pulse accelerates. 

“Hi.” 

The waiter approached them and they both ordered water and giggled before reading over the menus and choosing what their bellies desired and then he gave her a smile and she didn’t know what he’d say.

“You have no idea how sorry I am.” 

But out of all the things he could have said, she wasn’t expecting that. So her brows meet on her forehead and she let a sigh scaped her lips as the waiter placed the glasses and the bottle of water on the table. 

“I’m sorry too.” She said when he left. “I’ve felt like shit all week, wanting to just go back in time and keep my mouth shut. I am so, so sorry I didn’t hear you out about this Danny thing. It just doesn’t make sense to me that you would ever be jealous of anyone, Har, because” she had started talking and she felt like she couldn’t stop, but he had let her and he was listening, with one hand over the table and the other resting on his thigh, and he was staring at her and he would remain silent for as long as she needed him to. “you are my person. I am constantly thinking about you like anything I do or anything I see it’s just like I have to tell Harry and I’m 37 years old” she raised her eyebrows as if saying that’s a lot to be thinking like that but he just scoffed and blinked “so the fact that you can be jealous about a special connection, you said? A special connection is this, is what I have with you, you’re my special connection and you can’t be afraid of anyone taking a place that you made for yourself.” 

He smiled but his eyes had gotten teary. He found out he was a rather emotional man a couple of years after meeting her when he had cried after accidentally finding a photo album that she had made entirely about him and she had written little notes on every page like bold of him to look at me like that or the beauty and he had felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at them. 

She gave him a smile and her hand rested on top of his over the table and he squeezed her hand before she started whispering. 

“And about Dylan, not our son... About Dylan Meyer... I didn’t know that was how you felt. I, uh, I thought... I mean throughout the years you have been with me through all of that and... Well, you were the one who encouraged me to get the courage to visit his grave for the first time and you’ve even been there with me and... I mean our son... We named our son after him and I swear I wouldn’t have said anything if you hadn’t-”

“Baby” He gently interrupted her “let me stop you there, please. I don’t feel like that. I just said it because I knew it would hurt you.” His voice croaked. “And I regret it so much because you didn’t deserve it and it was nasty and I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” She looked down at her plate. 

“No, no, it’s not. Listen, baby, this has been very hard on us both but... You’re smarter than me, you’ve always been, and you’re stronger than me too and... After this week I’ve been thinking and I think you were right, maybe I just don’t want to see it because I don’t want to accept that my baby girl is not going to understand the world.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to think that she won’t be able to love somebody the way I love you.” 

“Funny how I’ve been thinking the exact opposite.” She chuckled in an attemtp to lighten up the mood. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just trying to justify why I don’t understand her like I do the boys but it’s just... You know how Dylan’s a mama’s boy and I know Hughie likes you better” she giggles at the way he smirks “and so does Ana but with her it’s just different. It’s not just that she likes you better, she’s just... I feel like I can’t reach her.” 

“Well, still I think therapy can do her no harm. If anything we’d be creating a super human with uncharacteristically developed emotions processing skills.”

They both managed to laugh at that and after that bit of laughter had been shared, they stared into each other’s eyes and were suddenly aware of their hand hold over the table. 

“I’m so lucky you’re their mother.” He stated. “This week’s been good reflection time for me to actually realize how incredible of a mum you are.” 

Her smile trembled then but he didn’t remain silent that time. 

“You’ve always understand them in a way that’s beyond my understanding and I’ve seen you protecting them fiercely like a lioness and I’m just so... Calmed. I feel serene because they have you. I mean I know you love me, I have no doubts of that, but I’m also pretty sure that you would use my body as a human shield to protect them if you had to and that weirdly brings me so much peace.” 

She threw her head back and laughed at his words and he chuckled along, with a new fear that they might be true. 

“It’s soothing to know that’s what you have been thinking about this week. I thought you were considering a divorce.” 

His green eyes opened wide and he stared into hers. Was she serious? Oh, damn, she was. He raised his eyebrows. 

“Okay, baby, listen carefully to me, you know how we vowed when we got married?” 

“Yes.” She smirked. 

“Well, after knowing that idea has been in your mind, I’m gonna need you to promise something else to me.” 

She smirked and nodded. 

“If I ever even mention a divorce, like if I ever say to you anything along the lines of going our separate ways, please promise me you would take me to Psych.”

And then she laughed again. 

[paleimitatorz]

opinion on how murdoc & noodles relationship is portrayed currently and before? i saw someone say the writers retconned it but im not sure exactly how they meant. i know at one point he said he thought of her like a daughter and he seems to care for her but im not sure how her feelings towards him are tho lol (ps. i love the writing crit you write of the gorillaz so much its fun to read and very informative for me cause im newish!!)

(thank you very much!!)

i think currently they’re sort of aiming for a “he sees her as a daughter” thing, yeah. there was a letter he sent during Free Murdoc in 2018 where he even says she’s like a daughter to him, which I have a soft spot for.

this is very sweet compared to their p1/2 relationship which was kinda more...murdoc not really giving a fuck that she’s a kid and telling her she’s pretentious right to her face. this is one of the few times i would call a newer decision an improvement imo

what people might be referring to with the ‘retcon’ is that in recent writing, they claim that murdoc tried to have noodle killed during el mañana. jamie even went as far as saying “he was probably glad she was out of the way” in a recent interview, which...speaks to how little he actually does the character writing, lmao. 

what originally happened is Noodle and Murdoc worked together to get rid of an interloper, Jimmy Manson, by trapping him in the windmill prop during the el mañana shoot and having him killed. then, noodle would fake her death and parachute off the side of the set so that she could have some time away from gorillaz. (instead she went missing/went to hell/god knows, them trying to tell a dramatic story didn’t really work out).

so basically people resent the implication that he would have his adoptive daughter assassinated

[crying-overit-all]

im kinda bored rn so imma just do this lol

1. song i discovered this month- lets go by stuck in the sound

2. a song that always makes me smile- dream boy by waterparks, that song is always going hard

3. a song that makes me cry- heroes by david bowie

4. song ik all the words to- holding onto you by twenty one pilots

5. a song that proves i have good taste- uhh music taste is subjective technically no one has good taste 🧍‍♀️

6. a song title in all lowercase- wonderful life by bring me the horizon

7. a song title in all uppercase- like a rockstar by chase atlantic

8. an underrated song- idk like i said music is subjective

9. song title with three words- plug in baby by muse

10. a song from my childhood- break your heart by taio cruz. what a throwback

11. a song that reminds me of summer- borderline by tame impala, though ive never experienced a summer listening to it, i think it fits the summer vibe

12. a song i feel embarrassed listening to- anything by the smiths lmaoo theyre a guilty pleasure

13. the first song that plays on shuffle- i dont have one big playlist i just have little individual ones lol

14. a song that someone showed me- the cult of dionysus by the orion experience

15. a song from a movie soundtrack- fox on the run by sweet (from the guardians of the galaxy soundtrack)

16. a song with no words- waltz of the flowers by pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky

17. a song about being 17- icarus by with confidence (its not about being seventeen but its mentioned a few times)

18. a song that reminds me of someone- wish you were gay by billie eilish reminds me of a group of friends i have

19. a song to drive to- i dont even have a drivers permit bc i cant find where to get it on the dmv website smh

20. a song with a number in the title- 100 bad days by ajr

21. a song i listen to at 3am- im up at three am almost everyday and i listen to a lot of music during that time, nothing specific. its almost three am rn and im listening to cinnamon girl by lana del rey lol

22. a song with a long title- london beckoned songs about money written machines by panic at the disco

23. a song with a color in the title- blue velvet by bobby vinton

24. a song ive had stuck in my head- none at the moment

25. a song in a different language- una mañana by josé josé

26. a song that helps you fall asleep- i cant fall asleep to music anymore

27. a song that describes how i feel right now- i dont really listen to music that describes how i feel about stuff lol

28. a song i used to hate but love now- heaven knows im miserable now by the smiths

29. a song i want/have downloaded- when i used a mobile i had the whole three cheers for sweet revenge album by my chemical romance downloaded on itunes i miss it

30. a song i want to share- hm im not really sure if i have one lol