#look at these grandpas (neither are even 50 yet)

[fallen6253]

About the soul-swap partners:

I love that neither of them decided to stick to their given roles.  In either universe, really.

You’ll get what I mean.

Cale, who was Kim Rok Soo, does not keep up the image of trash.  He calls himself trash, he is called trash.  He does not keep his reputation.  Not the alcoholism, and he doesn’t throw bottles at gangsters.  No, he takes care of the underworld and other nobles in his own way (ie, recruitment or utter destruction).  He does not have his old reputation in this world either.  He’s not known as this cold leader who doesn’t care when someone dies, he’s known as a brilliant young man who cares way too much.  He’s known as an idiot who would rather pass out from exhaustion a week later than leave things to fester for one minute.  

And then there’s Kim Rok Soo, who was Cale Henituse once upon an apocalypse.  (First the fuq of all, nobody knew jac squat about him in the first place, and being the son of his mother probably made him something of an automatic anomaly.  I assume just being a Thames makes you kinda weird.  But anyway!) He lived as trash, an alcoholic who threw too many bottles back and then at the wall.  Then he lived through 20 years of a losing war.  And he got tired.  Tired enough to listen to a voice in his head in his last moments, to switch worlds and bodies with some stranger.  And he chose the motto that reflects the sentiments of his soul swap partner to a T: let’s live peacefullly.

And he smiles now, as Kim Rok Soo.  He sits back in his office chair, with an easygoing attitude.  He’s not the trash that would only shout; he is sly, and he knows how to use his status to properly put punks in their place.  He’s the team leader who refuses to be mistreated by anyone.  He will not be used, he would rather do his work as he needs to.  He isn’t a lowlife with no responsibilities in the wake of a war he would be just about useless in; he has a niece he has to go home to.  He drinks casually, not too much.  And he smiles in a way that’s too bright for the cold Kim Rok Soo.  He’s too happy now to be called cold-blooded. It’s like there’s a fire in his eyes that had been lost ages ago. Something that was rekindled when he had someone to go home to.

Despite changing their own lives so much, they wound up being nearly the same as one another and that drives me a little insane.

And let's not forget the best part.  One famous line they have in common in every world:

“Should I flip everything over?”

Another thing: I think Cale's gonna start resembling Kim Rok Soo. As in, he'll start relaxing a bit as the work goes on, he'll learn to rest as he goes (as in actually rest) and delegate work properly. He won't brush past comments like he used to, he will look a person in the eye and go 'I can just leave this world and leave you to your fate' which I would love to see, honestly. I feel like their individual capacity to be petty increases with age, and that's probably one of my favorite things about these characters. So them finding new ways to piss off people who don't like them could just be made into its own series and I would sell my soul for it.

[delicatesciencequartzflap]

People wanna exploit Crowley's trauma of Falling now?! Y'all, do you actually like Crowley? Cause that's not how that works. Look, using other someone else's trauma to break someone from an abusive relationship with an individual or an institution does not work. It doesn't work that way. Aziraphale is trying he's fighting back and breaking away in increments.

He didn't get tossed away like Crowley did. He's been abused and manipulated for millennia and you know what he's making good progress.

Right now he went back we don't know *why* he went back YET. There's a good probability that Crowley has been threatened and he's trying to protect Crowley from a literally OMNISCIENT institution the Metatron literally can look back at EVERYTHING Aziraphale's ever done and he fucking did and he told Aziraphale. Aziraphale seeing Crowley's Fall will NOT help right now. It will never help.

I barely talk about certain traumas, and when I do, it's with people who have been through similar. My wife knows but like i dont discuss it like i can with others who have had similar happen. Something like the Fall? I can't imagine I'd ever tell anyone about that unless they also were Falling. Like if Aziraphale Fell I can totally see Crowley caring for Aziraphale through it and maybe telling Aziraphale about it because then neither of them would be alone through it but unless that happens there's no reason for Aziraphale to know. Trauma is deeply personal and you can trust someone with your life, but refuse to talk about certain trauma because it's just too much, it's too painful.

My Grandpa was a Korean War soldier and he never talked about it. He was the only member of his platoon that survived. He never talked about that, you know what he did do though? For years? Drank, he was a pretty bad alcoholic until a few years before I was born. He never talked about his time serving, not even my grandma and they were together for over 50 years before he passed. He never encouraged anyone in the family to serve (despite the rest of my family obsessing over the armed forces). Pretty sure if I has considered joining ever and asked him, before the dementia, he would have heavily discouraged me from joining. But he would never talk about his time. I'm seeing the Fall as similar for Crowley.

There are just some traumas too big or too much to talk about. I can't see Aziraphale ever going behind Crowley's back to find out what happened, and we as an audience don't need to know it either. They both know Heaven is bad they just are separating from it in very different ways because they are different beings. Their circumstances are vastly different, and they don't need to know each others deepest traumas to love and respect each other. Aziraphale doesn't need to know the exact circumstances of Crowley's Fall because if Crowley thought it would help Aziraphale don't y'all think he would have told Aziraphale? Aziraphale knows what Heaven's capable of, that's why he's so fucking scared of Heaven.

I have no funny meme or gif for this one.

The "Aziraphale needs to see the circumstances around Crowley's fall in order to see what heaven really is and that's going to be what causes him to break away" take really, really bothers me. For a multiple reasons.

The first is because Aziraphale is already miserable and TERRIFIED of heaven. I am sick and tired of the expectation that he deserves to have some kind of (further) shattering emotional crisis about them. They've made him miserable for hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of years. They've kept him separate from the love of his live. He deserves for them to leave him alone. Not to be further traumatized by finding out more upsetting things. The reason he hasn't "broken away" from them isn't because he "needs to figure out that they're evil" or something like that. It's because they are too powerful and he knows how terrifying and awful they are and that they will do very, very awful things to him if he tries to rebel. The problem isn't Aziraphale's mindset. It's them. It's them. It's them. Period.

Our angel has been through f*cking ENOUGH. He does not deserve to suffer more. He does not need to be tormented more in order to somehow magically be transformed a good person. (Enough, please, with the takes that trauma builds character. That's bullsh*t.)

Please, PLEASE don't forget that all the things he says about heaven being good are said WHERE HEAVEN CAN HEAR HIM. They are effectively omnipresent.

Aziraphale doesn't need to "break away" - Heaven needs to leave him alone. Period. They're the wrongdoers in this situation, not him.

The second reason I hate, hate, hate this take is because we don't know whether Crowley wants Aziraphale to know about his fall. YOU DON'T ALWAYS WANT THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR TRAUMAS. And that does NOT indicate a lack of trust or a flaw in the relationship. It is FINE not to ever want to tell people you love about certain sh*tty things that happen to you. This is very normal and okay.

I can think of multiple separate instances of this in my own family.

My dad never told me or my mom about the things he experienced during war. Not in detail. What would be the point? It wouldn't make him feel better, and we wouldn't really understand, because we haven't experienced that. It would just upset everyone.

I never told my family I was sexually assaulted. Most survivors don't tell many people about the experience, including people close to them. Why the hell would I????? It would just make them miserable and it wouldn't make me feel better. Sharing things like that doesn't always help. I only talk about it with people who've been through the same thing.

If Crowley hasn't talked to Aziraphale about his fall and doesn't want him to know how bad it was, I say good for them both. Leave it there. I would feel very violated if Aziraphale found out inadvertently (or worse, went snooping - although I don't think he would do that, but I digress) about something Crowley didn't want him to know about, and the show presented it as something that "needed to happen". That's messed-up. We shouldn't go prying into people's traumas like that. (Besides, Aziraphale is already very aware of how lonely and depressed Crowley is. He knows Crowley didn't want to fall. He knows he's upset about it.) If Crowley is keeping it from Aziraphale, that is his prerogative. It is a completely valid choice that needs to be respected. It doesn't necessarily mean he made that choice out of some misguided notion of "protecting" Aziraphale. It could very well just mean he doesn't see the point in telling him something that would probably just make them both miserable.

I am not here for the trauma of Crowley's fall being weaponized as some kind of teaching tool to make Aziraphale "learn his lesson". (Especially if Crowley's not the one to tell him.) That's sick. It's cruel for them both. It would in all likelihood not be good for their relationship.

Ehh I feel like there's more I could say on this but I'm getting too emotional to be coherent so I'm just going to leave it there.

Thanks for reading, friends.

[nithhaiahh]

God that was so much cringe at once did you call him ''pappa''? which means ''dad''? I'm not talking about the others neither do I ship them with anybody else, I'm talking about you and Swain, and you think I didn't talk about other age-gap shippers who are infact younger than you?

but muhh seperate fiction from reality muhh

just admit you have an age-gap kink like many girls and women who have watched or read 50 shades of gray, and think it's cool and mature to hang out with older man as an unexperienced woman.

Why would a man who is around 50 be interested in someone who is 26? It's mainly about control and women around his age who could offer more in terms of knowledge and power see past his bullshit then, or not?

You headcanon him as someone who is aware of that and that's why he calls you, his s/o, princess instead of queen because deep down you do interpret him as someone who doesn't view your self-insert as equal just as an entertaining accessoire (''oh look she talks smart unlike others her age'', ''oh look she is my emotional support animal and is my therapist for free''). I mean that's the natural consequence of age-gap relationships.

You aren't a mature woman, otherwise you wouldn't ship yourself with someone who is what? 20 years older than you? And butcher his character into some troubled manchild for that? Perhaps you did have a convo where he praised you on how mature you were lmfao

I'm 20 years old yet I'm not a delusional self-shipper who likes to fit characters into a special ''if he were like he'd like me'' mold, it's just insulting, as if you have never read his short stories.

Be honest with yourself, canon Swain wouldn't be interested in you, he wouldn't even notice your presence unless you have talents but even then he'd take a mentor role as he did atleast once in canon.

//Shdjsjf HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry to disappoint you, but not Nith or me have had the chance to read or watch 50 Shades.

"... Dude, you literally don't know a muffin about me, do you?"

//Read some posts my man. Pappa is THRESH. He adopted her. Dadda is Karthus, same, adopted. Grandpa is Mordekaiser and Maokai, and then we have her uncles. Mom is Olga, also adopted. I thought that was obvious but fair, fair, I'll add it in rules or something like that hahaha.

"And, no? Why the hell would I want to be with someone who doesn't see me as an equal? Besides, he calls me princess simply because THAT'S MY TITLE. I am the princess of the Shadow Isles. Not that I like it, but since pappa (THRESH) became the new King and Im his daughter that made me the princess of the place. Bleh, politics."

//Self inserted, pff, hehe. Well, you aren't wrong there. I did wrote the first rps based under that concept of someone like him using Nith or having her just for fun. Because, honestly, yeah that's the perspective I had of an evil character. Later on, many rps later, he alone cleaned his name and there for, with that out of the question, she fell for him. Is like 2 years of rp, I don't blame u for not wanting to read all that. And nah, I don't ship like that. If the person is evil, keep them evil. Character develop. is different depending of the mun. I hate the concept of change ones essence just because 'miss fairy appeared and now he isn't evil'. Too cliché.

As for your last last point, yeah I agree! Canon Canon Swain wrote by Riot wouldn't even look at Nith if not for someone to manipulate or mentor, just to use her. That's why I like the fresh perspective of this one.

Hey, dude. I see some logical points there. Some that are misinterpreted because of lack of information. Wanna DM me? No, no, really. I just wanna talk and hear your thoughts. Perhaps explain you some of the context behind my characters story, but yeah, no harsh feeling.

[perish-the-creator]

Godzilla and gojirin, fluff, 17

Put it in the bag nice and slowly chump

TW: Mpreg. Teen Parents. Gijinka. Blah blah blah.

“I’m here for you.”

Goji held the phone close to his ear as he resisted the urge to start crying again. When Gojirin had said she would be moving away, the young couple had decided to lose their virginity to each other and keep in contact by any means necessary.

So when Goji found out he was pregnant, he made sure to call the girl who helped make it happen.

“I’m sorry,” Goji said. “I-”

“Don’t apologize,” Gojirin said. “It’s alright. Like I said I’ll be here. It’s just-”

“We’ll have to tell our parents.”

Both young teens held their phones in silence. The mere fact that they would have to confess to their parents that they had committed such an act was hard to stomach (literally). Not to mention the fact that Gojira was only just starting to loosen up and trust Goji more only for him to go and pull this stunt.

“I….I don’t know if I can,” Goji whimpers. He slides against the wall and curls in on himself. He can’t imagine looking his father in the eyes and telling him such massive news. They were barely making ends meet with the two of them, but now they’d have to worry about another mouth. Or even worse, his father would make him give the child up for adoption. “Gojirin I can’t-”

“I’ll tell my parents first,” She sighs as she looks at the picture of Goji and her from the photo booth at the arcade. The same arcade they snuck behind that day to do what led to this moment. She loved Goji and she knew he loved her. She had convinced her parents to let them stay in contact because they had faith that it wouldn’t lead to anything more than just a simple childhood romance. And look at them now. “And then they’ll probably call your dad and we’ll...figure something out.”

There’s a pause.

“I love you,” Goji finally says. “Again, I’m sorry-”

“Goji, this is a two-person act. We both had a part to play. 50/50,” She laughs lightly. “Maybe our parents should’ve let us take those sex-ed lessons after all.”

They both laugh.

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“Can you feel him moving?” Goji asked as Gojirin placed her hand on his stomach. They were sitting on the floor in Gojirin’s mother’s living room. She was in the kitchen making some soup for Goji to eat while he stayed for the night.

Of course, when the two teens had to tell their parents there was the expected reaction. Gojira passed out after Goji told him. He even thought it was a cruel prank before Goji went fishing for the positive test in the trashcan.

After many long weeks of talking, groundings, and otherwise, it was decided that Gojirin and her mother would move back to Japan so that Gojirin would be involved with the growth of her child. Not that either teen truly complained. They were more than happy to get to spend time together.

Granted, it was expected that in the next three or so years the two would be wed, but again it wasn’t an issue. Thankfully their child was conceived out of true love.

“A little,” She says as she draws circles on his stomach. “Kinda crazy, you know?”

“What is?” Goji asks.

“You know,” Gojirin chuckled. “How me and you made another human being. Like man, we made a life together and it’s just mindblowing.”

Goji laughs with her before grabbing her hand and looking at it.

“Do you think he’ll come out brown like you?” He shyly says. “I...would like it if he does, you know? You have a very pretty complexion and I’d hope he gets to reflect that.”

“It doesn’t matter to me either way,” Gojirin says just as her mother starts to set up the small table for them. “As long as he’s a healthy baby that’s what matters most to me.”

“I see,” He nods. “Though I’m a bit scared. I can’t decide whether or not to give birth the normal way or to get cut open. And frankly, both options scare me.”

“Well, I’ll be there either way,” She lightly kisses his cheek. “From your first labor pain to the moment our son is out, I’ll be right by your side.”

“And so will we,” Gojirin’s mother pipes in. “Ugh, I still can’t believe you made me a grandma already, child.”

“Hehe, sorry mama,” The young teen chuckles before helping arrange the table. Goji attempts to stand up but Gojirin’s mother was quick to give him a look. He shrank down and waited for them to finish. The night was filled with laughter. Gojirin’s mother giving the young man advice as to how to handle certain sicknesses and pains.

She prays over the three as well. She hopes that misfortune does not fall upon them. Goji genuinely made Gojirin happy. She remembered the days her daughter would come home brighter after only an hour of walking with him. They complimented each other in a way that reminded her of the love between her husband and her.

Though fear did linger. She learned that Goji’s mother died in childbirth, and Gojira had made a passing remark that his family had a history of producing large babies. She hopes that the young man will be able to grow with his son and her daughter.

_____________________________________________________________

“Oh my,” Biollante says as she looks down at the infant.

The newborn showed off his parents’ genes perfectly. With time the family was certain he would develop that nose Goji has. Lots of curly brown hair on top of his head that laid on beautiful brown skin. To be honest, he wasn’t the prettiest looking baby, but honestly what baby comes out completely perfect?

“Goji please sit down,” Gojira urged as his son gently placed down the baby carrier. Obviously, after several hours of intense labor, the young boy’s body was still recovering even five days later. Gojira was thankful his boy was strong and survived the ordeal.

Gojirin came to him and guided him towards the mat on the floor for him to lay down. They kissed briefly before he eased himself down. Gojira began to attend to his grandson.

Minilla. That’s the name they decided to give him.

“How you feel Uncle?” Biollante asked as Gojira picked up the infant and cradled him. “You know, you’re already a grandpa.”

“Ah it’s weird,” He admits. “But it’ll grow on me.”

Gojirin lays beside her boyfriend, whispering sweet nothings to him as she grabs his hands and caresses them. It was very clear the two were still deeply in love.

But on cue, the newborn awoke with a fury. An ear-piercing screech rang in the air. He was hungry, again, and all Goji could do was groan.

“We don’t have formula yet, huh?” Gojirin asked as she helped Goji sit up. The family shook their head just as Gojira gently handed his grandson off to his son. The young man yawned as he unbuttoned his shirt. Instantly, once latched on the newborn ceased his uproar and suckled peacefully.

“I just want to sleep,” Goji starts sniffling.

“Haha, should’ve thought about that before you two got busy,” Biollante teased just as her uncle hit her upside the head. But as Gojirin rubbed his back, Goji knows that he doesn’t regret a thing. And neither does she. She promised to always be there for him.

And she always will.

[miyaniacs]

collaboration between @shhhlikeme and @thosenerdy3amthings​

about: Casually scrolling though YouTube Hanamaki suddenly stops. His eyes scan over the title again and again “Most Handsome & Beautiful Haikyu!! Faces”.  As soon as his brain comprehended what he just read, he clicked on it. There was someone out there, ranking him, his friends and the people around them? He HAS to tell Matsukawa. There is no way he can not. Not after what he just saw. Let the vicious cycle begin … 

Link to the video and credits are in the masterlist

Introduction /Oikawa and Iwaizumi

Kageyama and Hinata

written by @shhhlikeme​​

“Hey Kageyama!” Hinata greeted the man standing on his lawn, hopping out of his house like an orange bunny. 

“Why were you calling me when I told you I’d be here in 2 minutes, boke.” Answered the setter, skipping hellos and turning his back to walk to the library. Hinata caught up with him. 

This afternoon, the two college boys / ex teammates planned on heading the local library. Even though they attend different post-secondary schools, they had gotten so used to cramming together everyday in high school for three years that they find comfort in working alongside eachother to pull out the grades they need, even though neither of them were willing to admit it. 

“Oh! Because I thought of something I had to tell you and I didn’t want to forget it when I got out here!” 

Kags was annoyed, as per usual. “Alright.... So are you gonna tell me what it is..........?” 

Hinata‘s mouth formed an “O” as he lifted up his index finger excitedly to say what he’s been itching to tell his friend for weeks......only to not have any sound come out: because he forgot. 

Kageyama glared at him. “You forgot.” 

Shōyo waved his arms around maniacally as they walked. 

“Well crap! Maybe if you got here on time I would have remembered!” 

“Boke. Think. What was it about?” 

Hinata raked his memory with all his might. “Uhhhh......Twitter. Something about Twitter. Oh, right!!! I sent you something funny of Twitter!”

“I’m never on Twitter. And I won’t find it funny.” Tobio mumbled, sliding his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it with his thumb, he pressed the Twitter app that might as well have cobwebs on it. Tobio had like 50+ mentions and 20+ direct messages. 

Looking around his arm to see, Hinata pointed to the screen. “Hey.... why is The Great King messaging you??” 

Tobio was suddenly very interested. “What? He did? What did he say?!”

Retrieving the iphone, Hinata opened the direct message, taking the liberty of shoving his face closer to the screen and reading the message out loud: 

“Oikawa said..... ‘ha guess who’s better again’ ...............then he said..........’once second best, always second best ..... nail polish emoji.....middle finger emoji..............sticking tongue out emoji’............and then there’s a video link. A rank.”

“A rank!?” His blood boiling because his ex-mentor could easily get under his skin, Kageyama ripped his phone out of Shōyo’s hand and brought it close to his face for analysis. 

“Someone put out a ranking?” He inquired. 

“Ouuu lemme see! I think that’s our old coach Takeda on the thumbnail!” Hinata grabbed the phone back, getting excited. 

“No, Boke! Let me hold MY PHONE!” 

The two began a scrappy cell phone tug of war, resulting in a toss of the phone several feet in the air into the neighbours yard. The video had begun playing as they threw it.

The two competitors paused - looked at eachother, then hurdled over the fence, jumping over the lawn gnomes and raced over to the phone that was playing the Rank video. During the race, they slid onto their stomachs on the grass, immediately trying to pry it out of the other’s hands before settling on placing it in the middle as they both held the device.

“Whoaaaaaaaa.” Hinata widened his eyes as he saw the pictures roll to left. “How did they get all these pictures of everyone?!” 

Taking the phone completely and pausing the video, Shōyo rapidly scanned his surroundings as if he’d just seen a red target on Kageyama’s forehead from a distant shooter. 

When he figured the coast was clear, he brought his attention back to the video. 

“WHOA OVER 400,000 VIEWS?!” 

Annoyed, Kags pressed play again. 

“I mean maybe there’s no spies around but it is kind of scary. Where did they get these pictures!?” 

Lying on the grass, Kags bumped Hinata’s shoulder with his own in an attempt to get him to shut up about random shit. “What’s my rank.” He inquired. 

“Hey they put Aone-san at the end all the way at #166!? Well, that’s mean.” 

Kags nudged Hinata again with his shoulder. “What’s my rank, Boke.?”

“And hey that short Ace that you said I fly higher than back in 1st year is at #115! I think he’d be really angry to see that.” 

I don’t care: Kags thought. 

Nudge. “What’s my rank, Boke?” 

“HAHA! ONION HEAD IS AT #77! .......But how did he beat out Lev, looking like a human onion?” Hinata scratched his head. 

Shut up: Kags thought. 

Nudge again. “What’s my rank, Boke.?” 

“Hmmm.... I see a lot of old heads on this list! I guess the person who made this list likes grandpas!.” 

Harder nudge. “What is—“ 

“Awesome! Inuoka is in the Top 50?! Way to—“

Never the patient sort, Tobio Karate-chopped Hinata on the head. 

“WHAT IS MY RANK, YOU IDIOT—!” 

Hinata yelped in pain, turning to scream back in his ear. “—I DON’T KNOW KAGEYAMA, OBVIOUSLY WE HAVEN’T SEEN YOU OR ME IN THE VIDEO YET SO—“

“—WELL SKIP TO AT THE END, THEN! YOU THINK I WOULD BE RANKED ANYWHERE NEAR THE PLAYERS YOU JUST MENTIONED—“

“FINE! I’LL FAST FORWARD IT BUT ONLY IF YOU STOP YELLING IN MY EAR! I NEED TO USE THEM TO PLAY IN MY GAME TOMORROW—“ 

“HEY YOU KIDS WHEREVER YOU ARE GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAWN WITH ALL THAT YELLING BEFORE I CALL THE COPS—“ Yelled a shaky elderly voice from the grumpy old bat that lived on Hinata’s street. 

The boys froze as if that would render them invisible. Kageyama quieted down so that his idiot friend could just fast forward quickly. Given the circumstances, Hinata did, to top 15. 

“Oh, hey! There’s Asahi!” 

The two boys whisper-exclaimed in unison. 

 “Tsukishima should not be in the Top 15.” 

They also said in unison, deadpanning.

“Hey look! It’s me!” 

Both boys exclaimed, seeing rank #13 and #12 roll across the screen.

“At least whoever did this knows I’m better than you, Boke.” Kags muttered.

“Why should you be higher than me?!” Hinata yelled. “You look like the monster Natsu thinks is hiding under her bed!” 

“Oh shut up....�� 

Glancing back to the screen, Hinata gasped. “AND THERE IS THE GREAT KING! At Number 5, wow!” 

Kageyama was not happy.

“I mean, I guess I can see why they would mistake Oikawa because he is in all the magazines so they probably have seen him more so I’m only a little insulted about that. But the real question is... WHY would they think Coach Ukai—the guy who smokes a pack a day and can barely jog one lap around the gym—is a better player than ME?! I’m disgusted. And Kiyoko?! She only serves underhand! What kind of stupid video is!? Show me who made it I’m going to send them my highlight tape right now so that they can correct this shi—“ 

Hinata blinked, interrupting his frenemy. “Uh, Kageyama....?” 

Kags stopped his angry rant momentarily to glare at his old teammate. 

“What?!”

“...You do realize that this isn’t a rank for greatest volleyball skill, right? It’s uh..... for looks. How attractive we all are.” 

Upon hearing the new information, Kags’ infuriated face fell. 

“....Really?” 

Shōyo nodded.

“Oh.” 

Kageyama’s entire demeanour changed, switching from shifty— to absolutely careless. He stood up calmly from the grass and dusted off his attire. 

“Then I don’t care.” 

He stated simply, turning to head in the direction of the library again, expecting Hinata to follow with his phone.

“Wait! What are you going to answer The Great King!?” 

Tobio shrugged as he walked away, so, naturally, Hinata took his response literally. Not wanting to be rude and still holding onto Kags’ phone, Hinata responded to Oikawa’s dm that had the viral ranking with a: 

🤷🏻‍♂️ 

Immediately, you could see “.....” on the screen because Oikawa was typing. 

Oikawa: WHY AREN’T YOU ANGRY 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

“Hm. I guess Oikawa-senpai was hoping for a better reaction out of Kageyama.....” 

In the distance, Kags yelled, 

“HINATA! We have to study. Let’s go!” 

“Coming!” 

Shōyo called, quickly forwarding the video to his own Twitter so that he could send it to Kenma later. He does that with every interesting video he comes across, so maybe Kenma would get a kick out of it. 

Shōyo did not remember seeing Kozume on the list because Kageyama had gone into his distracting rant about unfairness, but Shōyo just figured he had skipped his anti-social friend’s rank when Kageyama made him fast forward to the Top 15. 

Little did he know.......... that the quiet cat boy’s ranking..........was even higher than Oikawa’s.

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Chapter 15: Always and Forever 

(Eve)

Eve or Natasha was staring at the amber liquid drink in her mug. She had been into deep sorrow of heartbreak. Ever since he left, she hasn’t left the room. Today, it was my first time being out of the room since that day. Natasha couldn’t tell what day it was. To her, it felt like years had passed by. Maybe this was for the best. They both are generations apart. She’s from the future and Eren is from here. What business does she have here anyways? The grey eyed woman should focus on trying to get back her timeline before encountering her grandmother or grandfather. Shit, if grandpa Levi finds out, she’ll get a beating in their spars. 

Eve took a sipped from her mug. She sighed then pulled out some change to pay the ale. The Ackerman from the future couldn’t enjoy her beer. Once she paid, the woman started to walk away to who knows where. 

Her life before ending up in the past was basically what the life of an New Yorker heiress was. There were parties, going to the best prestigious private schools, and of course any high class social events. It was every debutante’s dream. She never liked it but it was her medicine in dealing with her ill grandmother and her PTSD. 

Natasha remembered that tragic day when she lost her mother and baby brother. Her father had died a year before their death. He was an assassin like their ancestors were before. When she was a little girl, Eve had wanted to follow her father’s footsteps including her grandfather’s, but they never allowed. It had frustrated her. Both her grandparents had told her to just be a normal girl with careless dreams and living life to the fullest. Whenever she had visited Paradis during her vacations, there were many arguments between her and grandpa Levi and grandma Historia. They see things way differently than her. At first, she doesn’t get why they are preventing her from choosing the path she wanted to take. 

The last time she saw them, a huge fight had led their relationship delicately. 

(Flashback) 

It was a normal evening in the palace. She was spending time with her grandparents and her aunts and uncle along with her younger cousins. Everyone was enjoying their meal. Usually the kitchen staff cooked their meals, but tonight her grandmother Queen Historia decided to cook. At one time, the staff gave up in preventing her grandmother from doing anything, especially cooking. 

“Natasha, I’m so happy that you decided to make time to visit us from your studies at the University.” Her grandmother, Historia began to speak. 

The young woman glanced up at her grandmother. Queen Historia was in her late 50’s about to reach her 60’s soon. Her grandma still has her angelic beauty that she was known for as her age hasn’t ruined her beauty. Her blonde hair shined with some silver strands but she was still a goddess, well in the eye’s of the public. 

“Well, I need to be away from the city life in NYC for a while.” The American sipped her wine. She heard a familiar scoff from the head of the table on the right. Her grandfather, the once famous Captain Levi Ackerman of the Survey Corps and Assassin Master of the Brotherhood Paradis stared at her. Natasha frowned then set her glass of wine with a bit of force. 

“Ok, what now, grandpa?” Her tone sounded annoyed from her own grandfather’s attitude. 

“I’m not stupid for the real reason you decide to come to visit all of the sudden.” Levi glared at her oldest granddaughter. Oh great, here we go again. The college student rolled her eyes at him since she knows where this is going. 

“Praise tell oh dear grandfather.” Her sarcastic tone was showing. Now, the rest of the family groaned as they knew there would be a fight between Levi and Natasha. 

Historia sighed but continued sipping her wine. Levi was now in his 70s. His face had aged well even though he had scars on his face during the war.His once raven hair was now grey. No matter how he looked, Historia had and always will love her husband. They both had gone through so much that their bond was too solid to be broken. There were times in their marriage, both older couples did unthinkable things that would have caused their relationship to end. But their love story will be known for centuries.

“You came here not because of your studies. Instead, you’re here from another scandal you decided to get away from. You can lie to us, but your grandmother and I know what happened in New York.” Levi said in a stern tone which the atmosphere became heavy. 

Before Natasha could say anything, her uncle interrupted the conversation. 

“Dad, I don’t think it’s the best time right now. The children are here.” her uncle reminded Levi that the younger kids are here listening to this argument. Natasha adores her uncle since he was the most understanding out of his siblings. Her aunts are a bit too modesty. They always reminded her to be ladylike with modest manners. Do her wrong she loved all her family, but they always find something that’s not up to their standards. It just drives her so insane. The only reason she is still visiting them because they are the only thing close to her father, Atticus Ackerman the eldest child of her grandparents.

It’s not her fault that she was raised in a society that you can express freely to be who you are. But in her case, she can be a bit too wild even her grandma Virginia Stark nee Potts aka Pepper, the CEO of Stark Industries. In a way, her nana had once told her she was just like her grandfather, the late Tony Stark who she had never got to meet. What she learned about him. He was wild, eccentric, very intelligent that he had the tendencies of hacking into governments top projects to benefit his cases when he gets into trouble or just cause. After all, her being a smart mouth had always ended up into an argument with Levi as he’s the type not taking anyone’s bullshit even hers. 

“Tch. We’ll have to cut this family dinner short. Natasha, you will meet me and your grandmother in my office in 10 minutes.” He said as his chair was pushed back to get up. He glanced at his wife who nodded at him and got up too. They walked out of the dining room. Now only her uncle, aunts, cousins were still here. 

“Tsk tsk niece. If you would have acted a lady not a hussy-” Aunt Frieda Ackerman said. Uncle Erwin hissed at his older sister. “Frieda that’s enough! What’s got into?” 

Frieda scoffed then got up and called her son who’s 10 years old to follow her. The little blonde child obediently goes after his mother. Meanwhile Natasha was looking at her meal from trying not to lose control and snapped at her auntie. Her other aunt had been too quiet. The good thing, she’s not too bad compared to her Aunt Frieda. Aunt Krista finally broke her silence. 

“Sweetheart, she doesn’t mean that. She’s just worried about you.” Her blonde aunt was always the peacekeeper in the family. Her hand was on her huge belly as she’s not that long to be due. Her husband, Aaron Arlert, one of brightest soldiers in his generation and the son of the late Commander Armin Arlert of the Survey Corps and Master Assassin; his wife former Marley’s Warrior and Assassin Master who died long ago too. Both of them had passed on due to the Titan’s curse. Her auntie is excited for her first child. 

“Are you sure? She seems so convinced I’m ruining our family’s reputation again. She needs to stop being so bitter around everyone just because of her marriage problems.” Natasha mumbled. Both her uncle and aunt gave a disappointing look as it was uncalled for her to bring up Frieda’s marriage issue with some high class dickhead who happens to be a Marleyan. Natasha believes her estranged uncle is only using her aunt because she’s a princess, the next heir to the throne. By law, it was supposed to be Natasha as she’s the only surviving child of the late crowned Prince Atticus. Since the government officials had passed a law to prevent her from taking the throne after her grandmother either abdicated  the throne or passed away. 

To be honest, she doesn’t want the throne. If she chooses between the throne or being the next CEO of Stark Industries then she’ll prefer being the next CEO. If there was a third choice it’s neither. The Eldian-American wanted to find her own path. She doesn’t like her future being planned for her. She’s a free-spirited woman, but to certain relatives apparently she’s a rebel brat. 

“Natasha.” He scolded at his niece. Natasha sighed and got up from her chair. “Goodnight by the way if I don’t get to see you for the rest of the night.” Before leaving she goes to hug her twin cousins from her uncle who are around 7 years old. Both boys hugged her back and said goodnight as she finally walked out of the family dinning room. 

The brunette walked through silent hallways which in her opinion it gave her the creeps sometimes. Some halls have guards on duty. The heiress just ignores them since her grandparents are probably waiting for her to scold. Ugh! She’s passed 18 and yet; they treat her like some misbehaving kid. Whatever had happened on the video was not what it seems. The media loves to fuck her over since she’s a royal and a Stark. They enjoyed milking out every ‘scandal’ she has been in.

The grey eyed heiress made it to the doors of grandpa’s office. The old man had been retired for a long time after the war. Seriously, why can he find some hobby instead of getting up on her case. She grabbed the handles to open the doors. Her grandparents are already sitting down while sipping their cup of tea. 

“Tch. Finally, you were taking your time to get here.” Levi said as he set his cup of tea on the coffee table. 

She rolled her eyes at his comment then went to sit on the couch to glance at both older couples. Her eyes landed on the already cold cup of tea for her to drink. The heiress doesn’t mind since it’s basically drinking iced tea without sweetening or added flavor. She waited for them to speak while sipping the cup. 

Historia took a glimpse at Levi then back to her granddaughter. “Sweetheart, we’re worried for you. This is not just any light scandal you have been in. This scandal involved you and some man being taped while having sex. Of all the things, this I can’t tolerate anymore of your wild party life. You forget you’re a royal and a member of the Ackerman clan.” 

The younger Ackerman wanted to scream from the frustration she felt. That tape was not how they think it happened. She didn’t know the guy was filming her. It's a crime for what that asshole did, but of course they don’t understand. Her grandparents are from different generations with different perspectives than hers. 

Don’t they understand how this made her feel? On that morning, she was watching tv at her apartment eating cereal when the headlines started to show. She felt sick and betrayed. How could he do this to her? The guy, Darren, is nice and charming. She thought he was different. Nope, her taste in men is like a pattern of bad karma. Natasha had texted him but didn’t respond. When she decided to go to his place, he was busy entertaining some friends. Oh the rage in her came out. She made everyone leave and once it was just her and him; there were arguments and some plates thrown at him. Low key she could have given an old Ackerman ass kicking, but that would lead to getting arrested.

After the drama, she didn’t come out of her apartment due to paparazzi and noisy people. Her poor grandmother was expecting her to visit. It was too much to the point her PTSD returned. Her psychiatrist suggested she go to the safest place for her. So she packed up to spend some time with her paternal grandparents and prayed they would listen and understand her what she was going through. Sadly, none of those didn’t happen. Her other grandmother doesn’t know yet. She made sure it keeps it that way. The heiress doesn’t want her nana to get distress since her cancer has returned and is becoming worse. Now, all she hears was their rants as she zoned out from all these events had happened. 

“Natasha? Natasha? Are you even listening?” Historia tried to get her granddaughter’s attention. 

“Oi, brat. Answer your grandmother.” He used his infamous authoritative tone. The college girl snapped and glanced at both of them. 

“You know, only Uncle Erwin had asked me how I was feeling. He listened to what really happened and didn’t judge me. Both of you, had not once asked me how I am feeling since the scandal was broken. I was hoping my family would be a bit understanding and listen to me because I would never sink myself to that. All I got here was I should be ashamed of myself or take responsibility. And guess what, I had been feeling ashamed and disgusted because the whole world saw me exposed and it was without my consent. If this conservation will lead to more scolding and family’s reputation then I’m done here.” She gets up to roughly palace the cup on the saucer then walks to the doors to open. The heiress slammed the doors. 

Fuck everything here. If she can go somewhere to be safe and herself, then it will help her not to lose insanity. Natasha didn’t feel her tears were falling. The heiress kept going until she was outside in the royal private garden. The distressed girl sat on the bench to let the tears become sobs. 

“Mom...Dad..if you were still alive, would you believe me? Would you understand me when I need it the most? I’m just tired of everything. I missed you both…” The brown haired woman whispered as her eyes stared up at the stars. 

Natasha loved to be in the garden whenever she’s alone. It’s helped her clear her thoughts and calm her emotions. Right, in front of her a mini section of lavenders. It was her 16th birthday present. Its scent was soothing and relaxing. They’re one of her favorite flowers along marigold and winter roses. While enjoying the stars and the flowers, her phone rang. She pulled out from her pocket jeans and answered. 

“Hey Stella, what’s wrong?” her tone instantly changed to concerning. 

On the phone a woman who’s one of her friends and coworkers for S.H.I.E.L.D. “Hey Natasha, I know you’re on vacation but you need to come back. The Time machine had not been working.” Stella said on the phone. 

“Have you tried rebooting or shutting down the machine?” Natasha said, trying to figure out the solution. 

“Yes, I did it a few times. Also, I add fuel before doing anything. I need it to have it running by tomorrow.” Stella said with anxiousness. 

“Just send me the data on my phone and I’ll check it out what’s the problem. If it’s something too serious, I’ll fly back to the Headquarters to fix it.” Already, browsing her phone to check the data that was being sent to her. 

On her mother’s side, she got the brains, but on her father’s side the physique of a fighter. Growing up without alive parents had made her determined to learn to be prepared to protect herself and any loved ones that matter to her. The heiress had joined S.H.I.E.L.D around after high school. At first, she was stubborn to be part of the next generation of the Avengers until Director Maria Hill gave her old videos of her late grandfather, Tony Stark aka Ironman. 

Beside being named after one of the original members, Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow, also gave her another reason to join. Both of them had made sacrifices to save the planet and the population. The least she could do was to honor them and not to let their death be in vain. 

After searching up to find any problem that was causing the machine not working, Natasha sighed and called back Stella. 

“Hey Stella, it’s a bigger problem than we thought. I’ll catch a flight asap. I’ll see you later then.” Once the call was over, the woman got up to go back to the palace to pack up to leave 

By the time she got to her room packing up, a knock was heard. “Come in.” She said. 

Historia opened the door to enter then closed it. “Natasha...we owed you an apology.” The queen noticed her granddaughter packing up her things. 

“Are you planning to go back home already?” She was concerned. 

“Yeah, there’s an emergency that needs me.” the heiress sounded vague.

“Oh dear, is Pepper getting worse?” Historia frowned from being worried for the older woman.  

“No and thank god it’s not that emergency. I just need to go.” The truth was only nana knew about Natasha being part of the Avengers. If her Eldian grandparents were aware, they would become overprotective and prevent her from joining. It’s best this remains a secret plus she’s a grown woman who can make decisions. 

“Honey, if your leaving became the argument earlier, we are sorry. Please don’t leave. We’ll hear your side of the story in the morning.” The blonde queen pleaded with her only granddaughter to stay. Historia had missed her. They may have differences, but her love for her is big as the rest of the family. Her fear was seeing her granddaughter going into a dark path. 

Natasha sighed as she finished packing. “It’s not a fight, grandma.” 

“Then what is it?” She said as trying to understand Natasha. She has become very mysterious and distant towards everyone except her only remaining son and her youngest daughter, Kuchel who is taking an internship in Hizuru for political foreign affairs as her major. To the rest, Natasha shuts them out. 

“It’s just work. A colleague of mine called me and said that they found some documents but it’s in some ancient language they haven't seen.” The heiress said. 

“Can they send it to you through your phone or laptop?” Historia said. 

“No, they are old and ancient so they’re fragile. I will have to look at them closer and decode into English.” The young woman hated lying to her grandmother. If she told her the truth, more drama would erupt and right now; the young Ackerman wasn’t in the mood for another drama. 

Of course, Historia felt her granddaughter was not being honest to her, but she will let it slide. Maybe after she comes back, they will talk about it. 

“Alright then. Do you need the driver to take you to the airport?” Historia offered her help. 

“Yeah that would be appreciative. Thank you, grandma.” The dark haired woman said. 

After she left the palace, Natasha arrived at the International airport. The heiress got through security measurements until she finally entered her terminal where the plane awaits for passengers. She goes find her seat number. As Natasha Ackerman took her seat, a man who was already seated by the window had taken a glance at her. The heiress was minding her own business until she saw the man staring at her. 

“May I help you?” She said annoyingly. If this is some under covered paparazzi, she’ll throw him out of the window. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare at you.” He went back to reading his book.

The brunette also went back to reading but she took another quick glance at the man which by the way, he was hot. He probably has long hair since it was tied into a bun only a few strands of hair sticks out from the forehead. The one thing that caught her attention was his emerald green eyes. 

For hours the flight was boring. Not once has that hot guy haven’t started a conversation. She probably made a bad impression. She made a yawning sound since dawn is about to rise soon. The heiress can take a couple hours nap before the plane arrives at her destination. Her eyes slowly closed as she fell asleep. While in a deep sleep, her head slowly leans to lay on the hot stranger’s shoulder. A light deep chuckle was heard along a few words. 

“Always and forever, Eve.” Natasha doesn’t know whether it was a dream or not. The way it sounds had made her feel safe and sound. It was the best two hour nap she ever had. When she woke up, almost everyone was gone including the hot guy. She was about to get up, but the woman saw a winter rose on her lap. The heiress picked it up and smelled the rose. This strange man was mysterious and smooth. Whoever was this guy, he made her day. 

(End flashback)

Eve had looked back from the events that lead to now. The time machine that she helped to make it work had glitched which sent her to this era. Luckily, it was in Paradis, but it was the time where this side of the world was going through a huge change that caused a huge war. She remembered World History about Eldian history along with those affected. What’s worse is that she encountered and fell in love with one of the notorious historical figures, Eren Jaeger. The brunette let out a frustrating scream then kicked the poor little rock on the ground. 

“Damn you, Eren. Why did you have to walk into my life?” She sighed. How long had she been here? Weeks? Months? It felt like years and Eve just missed home where she can cuddle up in her bed while eating coffee flavor ice cream with oreos while watching some cheesy romantic movies on Netflix. 

She saw a group of people with green caped hoods. The Ackerman from the future quickly hides within the trees. The heir decided to climb up to hide better. As she was about to grab the branch close to her reach, it snapped which she fell from the tree. Eve closed her eyes to wait for the hard fall. Instead, she opened her eyes to see a very familiar green eyes. 

“Eve, you should be careful. These woods are dangerous. What are you doing here by the way?” Eren said while carrying her in bridal style. 

The heiress realized Eren had caught her from falling. This feels awkward and painful. His hurtful words were still fresh on her mind. She glared at him then scoffed. 

“I don’t need to explain myself to you so I would appreciate it if you would put me down.” She said with a cold tone. 

Eren wasn’t amused with her coldness towards him. After all, he did leave things on bad terms. “Did you follow me? Damn you woman. You just can’t take a hint of rejection.” 

Oh no. He did not just say that. Natasha’s pride begins to boil with rage. That asshole has some nerves.

“Excuse me? Like hell, I would follow you! Seriously, are you this much of a dick? You know what. I’m just gonna leave.” She humped, then turned around to leave. Eren stopped her by grabbing her arm. 

“Hey, wait. It’s best to come with us since you’ll get yourself lost here.” She glanced at him annoyingly. 

“I can handle myself, thanks.” She said stubbornly. 

“Eve, I’m serious. I don’t want you to be alone in the woods especially when we’re at war.” His tone had become a bit aggressive due to her stubbornness. 

“Why do you care? You left me at the inn. You made it clear that all I was someone to warm up your bed.” Tears were threatening to come out, but she was holding in. 

“I care enough for an innocent being in the crossfire when shit goes down.” Eren said. 

“How fucking noble you are?” She said sarcastically. 

Eren grunt from her attitude. Without saying much, he gripped her arm to drag her to where the Garrison and MPs soldiers were making campgrounds for the night. 

“Hey, let go! Eren, where are you taking me?” She was trying to free herself from his strong grip. 

“You ask too much.” He grumbled. They reached the campsite. 

“Jaeger! Who do you have here?” One of the garrison soldiers shouted as they were spotted. 

The heiress gave up the struggle as Eren took her. “Just a bratty acquaintance that I know back at Trost.”  This made her scoffed at him. 

“Oh hello there, dollface. I’m Rick. What’s your name?” Great. This random soldier is hitting on her. She was about to say something, but Eren beats to it. 

“She doesn’t like being called a dollface.” Eren was getting irritated. 

“But I don’t mind introducing myself. Hello there, I’m Eve. it’s nice to meet you.” Her tone became too flirty for Eren already glaring at her. She finally jerks her arm off from his grip. 

Rick blushed from Eve’s bold gesture. “That’s a pretty name.” 

Eve gave one of her man-eating smirk. “You don’t mind showing me around the campsite, soldier.” She wrapped her arms around the garrison soldier’s arm which he gladly led her to the campsite leaving a very moody Eren behind.  

(Eren)

Oh the inner conflict he’s struggling with not grabbing Eve and claiming those addictive lips. This isn’t just a cute jealousy that he usually gets. This is the angry jealousy. Damn her, she definitely can get him under his skin. Eren closed his eyes as he took a deep breath to calm down. 

“Don’t lose it. Fight.” He mumbled to himself. 

Eren started walking. Connor stopped him. “What’s wrong? You look like a bobcat ready to attack.” 

“It’s nothing. I just have a headache.” The titan shifter walked away. Connor glanced to see the strange girl talking to the fiery red hair soldier. 

While Eren was walking to start making his tent, a cough sound was heard behind him. He turned around to see it was Commander Dok. 

“Oh hello Commander Dok. Is there something you need to talk about?” Eren gave his attention to the Commander of the Military Police. 

“Yes. Matter in fact, why did you bring a stranger to our secret campsite? We don’t know if the girl is a spy for the invaders. Her accent is not from here or even Marley. I know you want to redeem yourself for the betrayal and the atrocities you have caused in Marley. You’re making it difficult to have my complete trust in you and it’s not just me feeling this way. Commander Rico Brzenska of the Garrison branch also had her mistrust with you.” Niles said. 

“Commander, I understand you and Brzenska are on edge, especially the templars that took over the island. Eve is not a spy I assure you. She probably followed me since we left on bad terms. She’s harmless. Both of you have nothing to worry about.” Eren took a glimpse at his ex who was still being too friendly with the other soldier. 

Niles sighed and nodded. “She’s your responsibility if she does anything suspicious, Jaeger.” 

Eren nodded in response. “Of course, sir.”  

Niles walked away to let the titan shifter finish setting his tent. Again, the Eldian man took a sneak peak at the spunky woman. She was finally alone which it ease his agonizing heart. He knew this was his fault for leaving her after the promises he told her in their pillow talks. Eren felt the guilt for breaking her heart as the scene of her reaction when he told her off. 

It’s like the Path pulled them together. He can try to distance himself from her, but in the end she will always be in his thoughts. When he met her, Eren was frustrated and distracted. His distraction became curiosity to finally get to know her. Eren quickly focused back on his tent as Eve glanced back at him. Both are stubborn when it comes to their relationship dynamics. He always was the strong, protective alpha hero while as for her; she was playful, fun, and loving. There was another side of Eve that he noticed in their weeks of being together. 

The sky started to get a bit dark as the sun slowly set on the horizon. Rico Brzenska glanced at the new girl. 

“You. Go be useful and bring firewood.” She ordered Eve which the heiress became annoyed but got up to go into the deeper woods. 

“Jaeger, go make sure she does it.” Rico said to Eren who already started walking to follow Eve into the deep woods. 

Eren kept walking on the thin path of the woods as it gets dense the further he’s away from the campsite. The woods looked lush green with trees and old huge trunks that laid on the ground for centuries covered in green plants and wildflowers. The moist made the temperature drop a bit cooler, but to the titan shifter it doesn’t bother him. He was getting irritated from not finding his girl- no, she’s not his...anymore. 

“Where is she?” He whispered then a familiar purple skirt caught his attention. He turned to spotted Eve picking up a couple of sticks. Slowly, Eren walked towards her. 

Eve was aware Eren was tailing after her. She gets up and pretends he doesn’t exist. It only took a few steps for the atmosphere to change between them. Eren felt his predator desiring his prey. All she was a manipulative, promiscuous, vixen. Eren may be the type to get mad easily, but with her it was another level. He remembered earlier the way she flirted with Richie or was it Ricky? He doesn’t care to know about the soldier’s name. Eren watched her pace speed up  until she sprint into running. She had dropped the sticks to speed further. Eren ran after her. The adrenaline of chasing her made his bloodstream pump more. 

Eren smirked when Eve trip but recovered from placing her hand on the tree. Her breathing was shallow from the running. He was already behind her pressing his chest on her back which she became stiff. 

“I know what you were trying to do earlier with that soldier.” His voice became raspy. He can hear her heart beating faster. His warm breath tickling her ear and neck. 

The heiress bit her lips from not letting out a single moan or sound. Oh god, he’s making it harder to hate him. Of course, she can’t hate him. He’s always known how to drive her crazy for him. How his sexy voice made her panties ruin. She let her eyes closed to continue listening to his godly husky tone.  

“You have been pissing me off, baby. Trying to make me jealous huh?” A growl had escaped from his lips. 

“Trying? I had no intention of making you jealous.” Eve finally speaks. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, Eve. I know you. I gotta give it to you. You’re persistent. There’s one question that’s bothering me the most.” He said

“What would that be?” She said. 

“Why didn’t the power of the Founding Titan work on you to erase your memories of me?” Eren had that question from the back of his mind since he caught her from falling from the tree. 

Eve had stayed quiet again. She is trying so hard to not want to answer that question. It should affect her since she has Eldian blood in her. Unless, she is a descendant of the Ackerman clan like Mikasa and Captain Levi. 

“I want you to be honest with you, Eve.” He tried to change his tone to softer for her. All she did was laugh like it was the funniest joke. 

“Honest? You are a funny guy to be demanding me to be honest with you, Eren Jaeger.” Her grey eyes glared dangerously in a way that’s familiar to him again. 

“Ever since I met you, you haven’t been honest with me either. You didn’t want to tell me of your plans whenever you claimed you had meetings to go. Recently, you have been pinning me on the tree because you got possessive of me. For a man who claims to have no feelings for me; this shouldn’t bother you whether who I flirt with.” Both lock their eyes in a staring contest. 

“So if you want me to be honest then you fucking better stop with your bullshit of pushing and pulling my heart. I know you still love me and feel that desire just as much I feel for you. Eren, whatever this secret it is, I will share your burden. I love you so much that I don’t want you to feel alone in this secret plan you needed to do. Maybe, I can offer you another alternative if you need it.” Now, her tone became compassionate. 

“There’s no alternative way if there were I would choose the best and safest one.” He said. 

“How would you know that? Have you considered it?” She said. 

“No, but trust me I know. I have the knowledge of truth. I saw how the future will become if I don’t do it.” He was getting frustrated. A part of him wants to tell her, but it’s too risky for anyone to know even for her. Eren doesn’t want anything terrible to happen to her. Just as she said, he loves her. 

“Then tell me what did you see in the future? I want to understand you. Let me in, please.” Her hands are placed on his cheeks to gently caress them.

“I can’t. Please, understand that. I want to protect you and our people. It’s better than my brother’s method on saving Eldians.” He scoffed at the idea that Zeke had to save the Eldians. 

“What was your brother’s plan? Can you at least tell me that?” She was curious what his brother had in mind to save the Eldian race?

“He wanted to sterilize all Eldians in order to stop the curse by dying out slowly and peacefully.” He explained. 

“That’s an indirect genocide.” She was a bit distrubed. 

“We don’t deserve to die out so in a way I betray my brother by doing this. That’s the future I want to see where Eldians are free from the curse and are at peace to live and enjoy this world that’s our birthright.” He said. 

“No, we don’t. Nobody deserves to be annihilated as well…” She whispered. This caught his attention. Does she….had she figured it out what’s his plan?” His green eyes glared at her. 

“You knew it. How did you figure out my plan? Eve, you have been mysterious since we met. So tell me, who are you for real? Is Eve even your real name?” His tone was skeptical. 

“I...Eren, if I told you, you might think I’m crazy or making shit up.” Her eyes looked afraid  but not because of him. 

“I don’t think whatever you’ll say will top for the crazy shit I have seen through the Path, but you can try to humor me.” Eren still giving a pinning stare. 

“First of all, Eve is my name. Well, my middle name. I’m Natasha Eve Ackerman-Stark. I’m the granddaughter of Queen Historia Ackerman nee Reiss and King Consort Levi Ackerman. Basically, I’m from the future.” Natasha waits nervously for his reaction. 

Eren blinked at first taking in this information. He doesn’t know what to say. It kind of made all sense how she had strengthened, sharp aiming skills. Now that he observed better, she got Levi’s colored eyes but her eye shape could be more on her mother's side. He would have not believed her if he hadn’t seen her Ackerman traits that gave away. That also makes sense in why she was immune to the Founding Titan power. He can’t believe she’s from the future. What actually happened? Did his plan work? Are we free? These questions were taking over his thoughts. 

“Eren...please say something.” Natasha whispered in worry. 

“I’m just taking all in from what you just said. So their baby survived? Wow, if Levi finds out I slept with his granddaughter; I don’t think he’ll let me live.” He chuckled at that thought. The heiress grumbled at that thought. 

“Yeah well, he got no saying about my love life.” her tone sounded resentment. 

“Do you have a good relationship with Levi?” He was curious. 

“Not really. I don’t have a good relationship with them. Our mindsets are a bit different.” She doesn’t want to talk about her issues with her grandparents yet. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He said. “So what happened or is that against  the rules when you traveled to the past?”

“We are still cursed but with good foreign relations with the rest of the world, the United Nations are now involved in managing to make sure who gets to inherit the nine titans so any babies with the blood of Subject Of Ymir won’t inherit when they are born. There’s still discrimination but segregation like in Marley had become illegal including every nation since a special law was passed to protect ever Eldians.” She explained. 

“Ah I see. So what happened to me?” If he somehow tried to wipe out the rest of the world except Eldians then there’s a chance he would not live. 

“What the history books say, you were executed for treason to the military and to my grandmother as she represents the nation of Paradis, but I heard rumors that they fake it to please the other nations as their agreement for the treaty Paradis have with the rest of the world. You were known as a war criminal and anti- humanity to everyone who studied history. Some say you are still alive and locked away in the deep deep grounds in a secret lab being studied like a labrat until the curse kills you.” Eren grunted. In the end no one was free. They were still cursed and he probably was a slave to be a test subject for titan science. 

“That doesn’t sound right. I should be dead either way since I have a few years left.” Eren said. 

“I wish it was true the rumor so when I do go back my time, I can free you.” her tone sounded sad. She thought what the future Eren will be like? Is he cold? How do they treat him? But like he said, he’ll be gone way before her existence. 

 It’s best to just appreciate he is here and ok. She grabs his hand to press her palm to his. Eren looked down curiously at her. He let her do whatever she tended to do with his hand. 

“I’ll be dead so you don’t have to worry about freeing me.” He whispered. Eren pulled her gently to have their bodies pressed against each other. 

“When are you going back to your time?” He continues. 

“Um, I don’t know...the thing is I came here accidentally. I was helping a colleague with a time machine, the facility I worked at. So, I’m stuck until I figure out how to get back home.” She doesn’t want to leave even without him. 

“You know, I never planned to fall for you, Eren Jaeger. You are nothing like what history has taught us. You’re much more humane than most people my nana used to deal with as a CEO.” Her arms wrap around his neck which his hands place on her hips. 

“Same, you have been a distraction to my plan. In a way, history has changed because of you. The world better be thanking you for that.” He said jokingly. Eren kissed her forehead affectionately. “Eve or I should call you Natasha?” 

“To be safe, let’s stick to Eve.” She said. 

“Alright, but I want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I don’t mean to say these words at the inn. I thought it was best for you to hate me so you don’t get closer to me when I did plan on going through eradicating the population except Eldians. WHen I realized that I have fallen for you, I got scared thinking of losing you. I did the same with Armin and Mikasa. Armin forgave me but Mikasa; I don’t think she will ever.” Eren confessed. 

“Eren, I forgive you. I felt relieved you still feel the same way about me as I do to you. Don’t give up on Mikasa, a person who has cared about you for a long time will not easily hold a grudge against you. Just give her time, but don’t be scared to tell how sorry you are and as for her forgiveness.” She punched his arm which he rubbed his arm. 

“Hey what was that.” He pouted. 

“That’s for you being an idiot in believing all the people who cared about you will hate you easily for planning an apocalyptic disaster. I know you said there’s no other way, but can you try to consider it? I don’t want to lose my other family. I know they didn’t do anything wrong. Some didn't deserve it.” Eren sighed. If the outcome hasn’t happened as he hoped for then maybe he’ll consider it.  

“The only thing I want to know is how will the curse be broken?” Eren wants to be cursed to be destroyed to free their people from being hated and feared by the rest of the world. That's one of his big concerns. 

“We’ll figure it out together. Plus, I have a talent for finding very hidden documents. So we’ll make sure our people will not have to worry about it.” She assured him and gave one of her warmth smiles. 

“Jaeger! Eve! Where are you?” A familiar voice was heard by those two. Eren pulled Eve to hide behind a very wide tree as they saw Ricky or whatever his name was. Now Eren’s mood had shifted to annoyance. 

“Seriously, why does he have to come? He’s probably volunteering to be close to you.” He grumbled. Eve blushed embarrassingly. Yeah, she does have flaws to pissed off people or make them jealous. She felt guilty for making him feel that way, She was so hurt that she wanted to see him be hurt too. 

Eren noticed her face blushed which made his annoyance become irritated. He possessively wraps his arm around her waist to hold her closer to him. Once the garrison soldier gives up and goes back to the campsite, both are alone again. This time Eren turned her to face him. She was about to speak when his lips crashed against hers. The fiery feeling spread all over her body. She moaned how passionate and deep his kiss had become. Her fingers move up to his long hair to run through it. Low key, seeing Eren this jealous made her belly flutter. The way his green eyes become intense and darken; it’s just too irresistible for her. Eren pushed her against the tree to pin her again. The pleasure consuming both as the lusting feeling drunkenly blinded them. 

Eve was her own person that Eren knows, but he’s possessive. He wanted to leave his markings on her so others would back off. Their dynamic is like those impulsiveness couples that are addictive and passionate with each other. He loved how her body responded to his touches. It’s like only he has the power to make her tremble and beg for more. The same vice versa as how Eve acts towards him. In a way they are both similar. They made be in the woods but that won’t stop to go further. Their bodies already yearn for each other. His hands had unbuttoned her blouse to run his tongue all over her exposing breasts. 

Soft moans were coming from her own lips. She was panting loud and heavy. It made Eren’s prides swell from seeing her looking like a hot mess. His hand goes under her purple skirt to feel how soaking wet her panties are. His lips hovered to her ear. 

“My dollface is so wet for me. Isn’t that right, baby? Come on, speak.” He said huskily. 

“Mmmm I-I...Eren.” She struggled to form a sentence. He chuckled how lost she is from his touch. His finger slides her panties down as one of her legs is removed so only her panties dangle on the other leg.  

“Come on, babe, answer my question.” He teased her. Eren resumed attending her nipples with his mouth which Eve let out a squeal. 

“Fuck...Eren I-I a-am w-wet for y-you.” Finally she completed her phrase. 

“Good girl. Remember I’m the only one who can make you wet.” He continued whispering to her. All she could feel was his fingers inside her deep. She started to rock her hips grinding in and out of his fingers. Eren is amused at how eager she is for him. His finger was covered in her warm slick when he pulled out to see. 

“Eren, I need you.” She began to make way to his pants from undoing it. He stopped her then pinned her hands over her head on the tree. “Why should I allow you to get what you want? You've been a bad girl earlier.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl.” Eve biting her lips. She’s definitely a seductress. Eren’s manhood throbbing to be free in his pants. He grunts at being allured to her desire. He planned to just tease her to learn her lesson. 

He subconsciously begins to unbutton his pants to pull down a bit low enough for his cock to be free.  Eren hiked up her long skirt to have her leg lift to be placed on his hip while inserting his cock into her hole. The heiress tilted her head up to moan how good it feels to have him stretching her walls. He stared into her eyes as his hips began to thrust hard and deep. They feel the blissful sensation from being so intimated with each other. He kisses her neck as the woods are now dark but the moonlight shines on where they stand. To Eren, Eve looked like a goddess of the night seducing a man like him. He loved how the moonlight soaks into her skin that gives off a glow. He continues thrusting into her with a bit more roughness. He doesn’t want to speed up to make this mystical sight before him last longer. Her chocolate brown hair spread on the tree trunk. He listens to the echoes of her moanings  and whimpers. 

Yes, she is his. No matter the outcome; they always belong together. He’ll fight for that. 

“You’re always mine. Even when we get separated, you’re mine. I love you always and forever.” He proclaimed. 

“You’re always mine too. Just don’t ever pull that shit on me again. I love you always forever.” The titan shifter saw her tears fall and he kissed it from the guilt he felt how he treated her even if it was for her sake. 

Eren sped up a bit more to increase the high of pleasure for both of them. “Ohh god ohh fuck Eren.” Her moaning became loud while he growls and groans. Finally, he let out a moan when he made a release inside her soon after Eve came as well. Both stopped to rest for a second then slowly Eren pulled out to clean his tip before tucking his cock back into his pants and button again. 

Eve started to slide her panties back up then button up her blouse. She fixes her long skirt appropriately and her hair to look presentable. 

“Oh shit, it’s dark and I’m gonna get yelled for not bringing sticks for the fire.” She forgot what was her main purpose being in the woods. “You can be such a distraction.” 

Eren winked then grabbed her hand to lead her back to the campsite. “I’m not sorry. We’ll get some on our way back to the camp.” 

Along their way back, both of them gather many sticks of wood to burn for the fire. By the time they got to their destination, Rico glared at the both of them. 

“Well well, are you both done fucking like two animals during heat season? Next time, bring the woods when I order too. Seriously, you both have some weird kinks in being loud enough for anyone very close to hear.” Luckily, her voice wasn’t loud for anyone to hear her calling both couples out. Eren and Eve blushed embarrassingly from being scolded like misbehaving teenagers. After Rico finished scolding, she left them alone for them to place the wood close to the pit. Eren let Eve for her to put some wood into the fire to make it big to warm around the campsite. He walked to where Connor was resting against the log. “You look happy for once.” Connor glanced at him. Eren had a smile from the event that happened in the woods. “Yeah.” 

“Good, don’t let her get away. I had a woman like her, but I was stupid enough to push her away. Don’t make the same  mistake I did, kid.” The Assassin closed his eyes to resume his nap. 

A/N: My fingers are hurting from typing so much lol. I’ll just leave it like this and let you think about how you guys like this chapter. I know guys wanted to see more of Levi’s ancestor journey. I will do that in the next chapter and add more of Historia too. Enjoy this chapter everyone and happy valentine’s day!!!! Thank you for the reviews and kudos! Also, I have been planning to add Avengers into the crossover. I am just waiting for the right time in the story.

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She Sets the City on Fire - Father Knows Best

She Sets the City on Fire: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warning:  Age Gap, asshole parents, anxiety, smut (MF, light ds, oral sex, throat fucking, rough sex, a small amount of spanking, vaginal sex, gags)

Word Count:  4380

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x OFC (Summer)

Summary:  Bruce is drawn to Summer.  She’s everything he wished he could be.  Carefree, exciting, and she knows exactly who she is.  There are so many reasons a relationship with her wouldn’t work.  So why can’t he stop thinking about her?

A/N: On the first chapter

6. Father Knows Best

Bruce and Summer walked up West 88th hand in hand.  They were driving out to Westchester so Bruce could meet Summer’s parents.  He was nervous.  Neither Summer nor Aiden talked about their parents much - at least not with Bruce - but after Tony had hinted it was someone famous, he had looked it up.

Summer’s father was media mogul Chester Martin.  The man who’s media empire included every single right-wing and anti-superhero outlet from New York’s Daily Bugle to the Globe-News.  It was his publications that helped the government cover up the Hulk and had Bruce listed as public enemy number one and pushed as some kind of global terrorist.  With that and what he had heard about him buying affection and ignoring Aidan’s existence for most of his life, Bruce was not foreseeing a warm reception.  Bruce was just thankful that he was actually younger than Chester.  He could only imagine how much worse it would be if they were from the same generation.  Even though the age-gap between Chester and Summer’s mother was over 30 years, Bruce didn’t think that hypocrisy would be enough of a reason to not use the age thing as a reason that Bruce wasn’t good enough for his daughter.

Summer had assured him that there wouldn’t be a problem.  That at worse he probably wouldn’t even notice that Bruce was there and that her mother liked everyone and she’d be welcoming to him.  Aidan had confirmed that Summer wasn’t lying about her mother, but that there was no way their father would like him.  He would pretend for Summer but in Chester’s eyes, no one was good enough for Summer, let alone some middle-aged, liberal, with an anger issue.  Aidan had left him one piece of advice, don’t let Chester get him on his own.

“Summer, are you sure what I’m wearing is fine?”  He asked for the eighth time that day.  He had not been able to decide if he should go formal or casual and ended up landing on a strange mix of both, with navy khakis, a dark purple button-up shirt that he left loose at the collar, a dark brown suit jacket, and because it was cooling off a long black coat.  Summer, on the other hand, looked like she stepped off the silver screen in a vintage skirt suit in pale pink wool with black trim.

“You look just like you.  And I love you.  So he’ll love you.”  Summer said, lifting his hand up into the air and spinning under it.  “Just relax, Brucie. I’ll protect you.”

They reached the garage where Summer kept her car.  A valet came out and she handed him a card.  It wasn’t long before he re-emerged driving a vintage MG Roadster in dark burgundy.

“Wow,” Bruce said, as Summer exchanged her keys for a tip.  He ran his hand over the hood of the car.  “Tony would love this.”

“I’m sure he could afford to buy one if he wanted.”  Summer joked.

“Do you think…” He paused and fidgeted with his hands.  Tony never let him drive one of his cars and he always wanted to.  Tony wasn’t Summer though.  Maybe she wouldn’t have that little hang-up about needing to be behind the wheel.  “Could I please drive?”

“Can you drive stick?”  She asked.

He nodded.  “I learned on the run.”

Summer threw him the keys and got into the passenger seat, digging in the glove compartment and pulling out a silk scarf that she wrapped around her hair while Bruce got into the driver's side and started the car.

“This is such a beautiful car,” Bruce said.  He wasn’t exactly what you’d call a ‘car person’.  Not the way Tony was.  He wasn’t into the engines or horsepower except for the basic way he was into that kind of science in general.  He could appreciate aesthetics though, and the rumble of an engine and the way he just felt like maybe the cool factor might rub off on him just a little.  Oh god… was he going through a midlife crisis after all?

“Thanks,” Summer said, hanging her arm over the door.  “My dad got it for my 21st.”

“He bought you a car that’s older than you.”  Bruce mused.

“It’s older than you too, Grandpa.  She’s a ‘63.”  Summer teased.

“You got a thing for the elderly?”  Bruce teased.

Summer laughed and leaned over, kissing his cheek.  “You know it.  I’m a grave robber.”

As they drove the 45 minutes to Westchester, Bruce kept stealing glances at Summer.  Something about the vintage suit, the scarf around her hair to protect it from the wind and the large round sunglasses she’d put on made her look like a 50s starlet.  She was in particularly high spirits today too, which was saying something for the ever carefree Summer.  She didn’t stop smiling the entire trip up.  Her hand was usually somewhere on Bruce, often sliding it’s way up his inner seam, sometimes on his hand, or playing with his hair.

Summer provided the directions and as they made their way into Westchester the houses just kept getting bigger and bigger and the space between each one became more vast until they became more like compounds than simply mansions. When they reached what was the biggest one yet he turned, entered the code at the gate and drove up the winding drive to the enormous mansion.

They got out of the car and Summer came around and took Bruce’s hand.  “He’s nice.  I protect you anyway, but he’ll love you.”

Bruce sighed.  He wasn’t so sure that they’d think much of each other, to be honest.  Chester Martin was a hateful bigot who had no concept of what it was like to struggle at all.  How Summer and Aidan had come out of that family even half the decent people they were was impressive, but Bruce was no stranger to good coming out of such bad.

As they made their way up the steps Chester and Abigail came out the front to meet them.  Summer let Bruce’s hand go and ran to them, hugging them both tightly.  Bruce continued his way up alone and when he finally reached them, Summer pulled back and introduced him.

Abigail greeted Bruce warmly, hugging him and kissing his cheek.  She was still quite young, in fact, the thought slipped into his head that Abigail was actually 2 years younger than Bruce was.  The thought freaked him out a little bit and he pushed it away and smothered it.  Abigale was slender and wore her long red hair in a bun.  She had the same clear blue eyes as Summer. In fact, Summer had taken after Abigail to the point it looked like she’d been cloned.  Which was good for her really, because as beautiful as her mother was, Chester Martin looked like a bloated, wrinkly toad.

He greeted Bruce with a firm handshake and a patronizing tone.  The followed him inside where Bruce met Summer’s sister Dakota.  Dakota looked a lot like Summer, though she had the dark hair and eyes of her father.  She barely even looked up from her phone when Summer walked in but when Summer said Bruce’s name her eyes snapped up.

“You’re Bruce Banner!”  She said, putting her phone away.

“That’s right.”  He said, feeling a little awkward.  Summer took a seat on a large leather couch and patted the spot beside her.

Dakota immediately moved from where she was sitting and sat down next to Bruce, pressing herself against him.  “I didn’t know you were dating an Avenger, Sum.  Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I told you his name was Bruce,” Summer said.

Dakota leaned towards her sister, her breast pressing against Bruce’s arm.  “You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t, Dakota,” Summer said.

Dakota sighed and her knuckles brushed up the side of Bruce’s thigh.

Chester took a seat in one of the wing-backed chairs opposite them while Abigail took a more comfortable looking sofa seat next to him.

“How exactly did the two of you meet?”  Chester asked.

Thus started the grilling.  Most questions seemed to try and pry out how long they’d been dating, what they did when they were together, and how serious they actually were.  The amount the Martins seemed to know about their daughter could fit in a thimble.  Chester’s questioning seemed to imply that Summer was an innocent young girl and Bruce was just there to corrupt her.

At some point, a staff member came in and poured everyone drinks before disappearing again.  After what felt like they’d been questioning forever, Chester looked at his watch.  “Girls, can you check and see what’s taking the kitchen so long with lunch?”

Summer jumped to her feet and practically skipped from the room after kissing Bruce on the forehead.  Dakota slouched after her.  When they were out of earshot, Chester turned to Bruce.

“I am not having my daughter being dragged into your Avengers lifestyle.  I know the kind of things Stark gets up to and I don’t want her life to be put in danger for associating with the likes of you,” Chester seethed.  “When you leave here today, you will break up with her.  You’ll let her down easy, but I don’t want to see you here again.”

Bruce’s heart started hammering in his chest, and he could feel the pulse in his ear and a shove from the Hulk in the back of his head.  “E- excuse me?”

“You heard me.  How dare you put my daughter in danger of being hurt by that thing inside you?”  Chester snapped.  “What is she doing with you anyway?  She’s a straight-A student, she is above being corrupted by some lecherous middle-aged man.  I won’t allow it.”

The hypocrisy was so thick that Bruce could almost taste it.  Anger started bubbling up inside him and he couldn’t seem to get it under control.  “Don’t you think Summer should get a say in this?”

“No.  I don’t.”  Chester said.  “You will be breaking up with her.  If you don’t there will be consequences.  And if you think for a second I can’t make your life a living hell, you’re sadly mistaken.”

Bruce’s mind raced.  Memories of how the press had treated him when he was on the run mixed with headlines about him hurting Summer.  He couldn’t hear anything above the thud of his pulse in his ears.  There was a shove from Hulk and he was sucked into the dark.

Hulk roared and swung his fist, shattering the coffee table in front of him.  He wasn’t sure where he was exactly or what was wrong.  There was no gunfire or explosions to point him at his target.  All he knew was that Banner had been angry and scared and it was time for him to step in.  

The couple in front of him was backing up against the wall, but the woman who looked so much like pretty Summer hand her hands up in placation.  “Please don’t hurt us.”

Hulk huffed.  Usually, when they were begging not to be hurt it was a pretty good sign they needed to be.  The door crashed open behind him and he spun around and growled.  In front of him was pretty Summer and he felt something in him relax a little.  Behind her stood a younger girl with dark hair who looked both surprised and scared.  He took two steps towards Summer, hoping she might have an answer to why Hulk was here.

“Big guy?”  She said, a little confused.  She put her hand on his arm and stepped around him, standing in front of him like she wanted to shield him.  “What did you do to him?”  She yelled.

“Us?”  The old man argued.  “Your boyfriend just turned into a monster and somehow that’s our fault.”

“Daddy!”  Summer snapped.  “I know you think I don’t know what you say to the people I bring home.  But I do.  I hoped you might not be stupid though.  What did you say that upset him so much?”

“I told him to break up with you!  You’re too good for him Summer!  He’s older than your mother!”  The man argued.

Summer took a deep breath and balled her hands into tiny fists.  Hulk squared up behind her, breathing heavily.  “Daddy, I love you, but you can be a huge asshole sometimes.”  She turned to Hulk and touched his wrist.  “Hey, you want to come outside with me.  We have horses.  I want to show you.”

Hulk smiled and wrapped his large hand around Summer’s tiny waist.  As she led him out of the room, Summer stopped at the girl who was still looking at Hulk stunned.  “Can you get some of Daddy’s clothes and bring them out to the stable?”  She said quietly.

The girl nodded.  “Yeah… yeah okay.”

“Thanks, Dakota,” Summer said and led Hulk outside.

He lumbered after beautiful Summer through the grounds.  “I’m sorry about my dad.  He can be a bit much.”  She said.

“Hulk not mind.  Hulk used to it.”  He rumbled.

“You shouldn’t be used to it though.  It’s mean.  Did Bruce get really upset?”  She asked.

Hulk nodded.  “Puny Banner.  Not like being questioned.  Hulk here now.”

She led him into a stable and Hulk began to look at the horses.  He always liked being around animals.  Animals never judged him.  The horses all let him pat them and feed them hay.  Summer introduced him to each one and gradually Hulk calmed completely and was just enjoying that he got to spend some time with her.

The brown-haired girl showed up with her arms full of clothes.  “You think this stuff will be okay?”  She asked as she handed them over to Summer.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.  Thanks, Dee,” Summer said and put it on a bench.  “Hey Big Guy, this is my sister Dakota.  Dakota, this is the Hulk.”

Dakota raised her hand in a wave.  “Nice to meet you.”

Hulk huffed and nodded his head.

“You’re not scared of him?”  Dakota asked her sister.

Summer shook her head and patted Hulk’s hand.  “He’s my friend.  It’s nice getting to see him.  I just wish it wasn’t because of something dad said.”

Dakota shrugged.  “You should have seen him with the last guy I bought home.  Didn’t even try and chase him off in private.”

Summer giggled.  “I get he’s trying to protect us… I just…”

“Yeah…” Dakota agreed and looked up at Hulk.  “Can you introduce me to Cap?”

Hulk furrowed his brow.  “Don’t know.”

“Dakota, you’re 17!  He’s over 100!”  Summer yelped.

“Yeah, yeah.   And he’s hot as fuck,” Dakota said.

Hulk could feel Bruce niggling at the back of his head and he huffed and put his hand on Summer’s back.  “Banner want back.  Hulk go.”

Summer leaned up and kissed Hulk’s cheek.  “It was nice to see you.”

He nodded and stepped back and sunk back into the dark.

Bruce groaned and blinked around.  “Summer?”  He said, covering himself with his hands.

Summer grabbed the pile of clothes and gave them to him.  “It’s okay.  You’re okay.”

“Where are we?”  Bruce asked.

“The stables.  I thought it would be a good way to calm Hulk down,” she explained and looked at Dakota.  “You think we can have some alone time?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Dakota said, looking Bruce up and down before spinning and heading back to the house.

“Did I hurt anyone?”  Bruce asked as he started getting dressed.

“No, Brucie,” Summer said rubbing his back. “Just smashed a coffee table.  But he can afford to replace it.”

“I’m sorry,” Bruce said with a sigh.  He was starting to think maybe Chester was right after all.  Anything could have happened and it would have been his fault.

“No, Bruce.  I’m sorry for letting him talk to you like that.  I shouldn’t have left you alone,” she said.

He paused as he buttoned up his pants.  “Summer, this isn’t your fault.”

Summer wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nuzzled into his back.  “I’m not stupid, Bruce.  I know who my dad is.  I try and keep him accountable, but he sees me as this… perfect little flower and he doesn’t really listen to anything I actually say.  He’s still my dad though.  I knew he probably wouldn’t like you.  I knew I shouldn’t let him be alone with you.  But … it seemed to be going okay.  I slipped.”

Bruce turned and pulled her close.  “You don’t have to protect me from that.  I should be able to keep the anger under control.”

She leaned her forehead against his.  “Hulk didn’t hurt anyone.  I promise,” she said.  “What do you want to do?”

“I want to go home to bed and start thinking of ways to pretend none of this ever happened,” Bruce said.  “But we should probably go back inside.  I can’t just run from people like that.  Especially not when they’re your family.  Because… I love you, Summer.  I want you to be my family.”

Summer smiled.  “What if… we go to my room first.  We can do some of those things first,” she teased.  “Besides.  I wanted to show you my poster.”

Bruce smiled and kissed her nose.  “That sounds really good.”

Summer led him back inside through the back door and upstairs to her bedroom.  It was everything he’d hoped it would be.  Everything was pink and floral.  Shelves were littered with snow globes and ceramic unicorns.  There was a twin bed with a white metal frame in the middle of the room with a garish pink, floral bedspread that looked like it came right out of the 1970s.  Around the edge of the room acting as a kind of wallpaper-border, were pictures of various scientists, including, Nikola Tesla, Albert Einstein, Ada Lovelace, Alan Turing, and above her bed, a photograph of him.

“Look at that, you weren’t kidding, were you?”  He said, looking around at the photos.  “If you were so into science, why are you studying classics?”

Summer shrugged.  “I liked the history about how the discoveries were made more.  The lives of the people who made the grand discoveries.  How Évariste Galois died in a duel.  And the way Tesla was treated by Eddison.  I still cry when I think about how Turing was treated,” she stepped over to Bruce and put her hands on his chest.  “How Bruce Banner fell in love with some crazy redhead.”

Bruce chuckled.  “I thought you were going to say something about the accident.  Or being hunted.  Or becoming an Avenger.”

Summer shook her head.  “This bit is much more interesting.”  She brought her lips to his and they kissed deeply.  His arms circled around her and he pulled her tight against him and she began to unbutton his shirt.  “Bruce,” she whispered.  “I want you to fuck me so hard.  Use me like he thinks you must be.”

Bruce choked on air.  “You’re sure?”

“Yes, please,” she hummed, kissing just under his ear and pulled his shirt open.

He pulled back and looked at her, “I’ll do my best.  With the Hulk out I might have to pull back though.”  He said seriously.

“I understand, honey,” she said, smiling sweetly at him.

“Now, for me to feel okay about it, you need to be as quiet as you can.  Okay, sweet one?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“Then take off those clothes and get on your knees.”

Summer pulled back and took off her jacket and blouse.  She folded them in half and laid them over her desk.  She slipped her shoes off and shimmied out of her pencil skirt.  She was wearing a white lace bra with matching thong, a white garter belt and shimmering white stockings  Bruce hummed as he looked her up and down and pulled out his cock.

“Look at you,” he growled softly as he pumped his cock.  She bit her bottom lip and sunk to her knees in front of him, looking up at him with those clear blue eyes.

She ghosted her lips up his shaft and kitten licked along the slit.  Bruce hardened fully and wrapped her hair in his hand.  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, centering himself.  When he let it out he looked down at her and pulled her hair.  “Open wide, honey.”

Summer opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.  Bruce pushed his cock in past her lips and she closed them around him, engulfing his shaft in the warm, wet of her mouth.  She sucked up and down his length with that perfect amount of pressure to send a shiver running up his spine.  For a moment he just watched her and enjoyed the way that a dull tingle coiled up through him from his cock.

He pulled her hair back and looked down into her eyes.  “Hold still, honey.”

Summer opened her mouth and Bruce began to thrust down her throat.  “That’s it,” he purred.  “Take it.”

She moaned and gripped his thighs, breathing through the assault on her throat but never gagging or choking.  He brought himself right to the edge of orgasm with her mouth.  His cock throbbed and his balls tightened, ready to release  Just when he thought he’d gone too far, he let her go and pulled back.  Summer fell to her hands and knees panting.

“Fuck,” she gasped.  “That was so hot, Bruce.”

Bruce helped her to her feet and kissed the side of her neck.  “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.  If it was hot, it was all you.”

She hummed, carding her fingers through his hair and making him purr softly as she unhooked his bra, tossing it aside.  “Fuck me hard, Bruce,” she whispered against his ear.

“You be good and stay quiet,” he said and spanked her ass.  He spun her around and bent her over the bed.  He yanked her thong down, snapping the clasps of her garters as he pulled them down.  He crouched as he dragged them down, kissing the insides of her thighs and nuzzling at her pussy.  When he stood again he ground against her and palmed her cunt, massaging it and slipping his fingers between her folds.  She mewled and wriggled against him, and he grabbed her thighs, tearing her stockings as he pulled her back flush against him.

“Please, Bruce,” Summer whined through clenched teeth. “I want your dick so bad.”

Bruce reached into his pants for his wallet and then remembered that these weren’t his clothes.  “Damnit.  Summer.  I don’t have any protection.”

Summer gripped the sheets and groaned.  “Have you been sleeping around?”

Bruce shook his head. “No.  Just you.”

“You know you can if you want to,” she said.

“Are we really having this conversation right now?”

Summer started laughing.  “Sorry.  My last test came back clean and I’ve only been with you since.  Cassie went down on me one time and I gave this guy I met at school a handjob, but I used a latex glove  So if you want to...”

Bruce blinked and shook his head.  “You’re on birth control?”

“Yes, sir,” she purred grinding her dripping cunt back against his cock.

Bruce took a few deep breaths, massaging her ass as he pictured how her cunt would feel as he fucked her raw.  His chest rose and fell as he pushed Hulk back, the deep rumble of his primal need pushing against him.  He gripped her hips and sunk deep into her.

She groaned and bit the quilt cover as she squeezed her pelvic floor around him, the warmth and wetness of her encompassing his shaft as it pressed down from every side.  It was the first time he’d even attempted sex without protection since Betty before the accident and he’d forgotten how different it felt.

“God, Summer.  You feel so good,” he groaned.

“Fuck me with that huge cock, Bruce,” she moaned in response.

He leaned over and started to rail into her.  She cried out and gripped the sheets as he pounded into her, each thrust, pushed her twin bed across the room a little more.  “Summer, quiet,” he growled, spanking her ass.

“Feels so good,” she mewled.  “You’re gonna have to gag me.”

He grabbed her panties and shoved them in her mouth to muffle her cries, and she groaned and clenched around him.  He picked up his pace, slamming into her and groaning as her cunt massaged his cock.  She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit.  It made her lose control completely.  Her whole body clenched up and she cried out loudly as her cunt spasmed around Bruce’s cock.

“I’m close, Summer,” Bruce moaned.  “Where do you want it.”

“Come on my tits, Bruce,” she begged.  “Paint me with it.”

Bruce groaned, gritting his teeth as he pulled out.  Summer slid off the bed, onto her knees and turned to face him, looking up at him as she squeezed her tits together.  He pumped his cock quickly as he looked down at her, completely overcome by lust.

He grunted and released, painting her breasts with hot ropes of come.  Summer hummed and ran her fingers through the mess.  As he helped her back to her feet she stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Bruce said, pulling her into his arms.  “With your parents downstairs and right after a Hulk out.”

“I’m a bad girl, Brucie,” she hummed, nuzzling at his neck.  “You should punish me next time.”

“Maybe I will, you dirty thing,” Bruce said.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  “Did you want to get cleaned up and try having lunch with them?”

Bruce nodded.   “Yeah.  If they’re okay with me being here.”

She looked up at him and frowned a little.  “I’m sorry he was like that.  You don’t have to see them again if you don’t want to.” 

He held her close to him.  “No, Summer.  I love you so much.  I would spend every day with them if it meant I could be with you.”

// NEXT

[libraford]

Where do I even start with today? Ah yes. The $1500 funeral. 

Well I mean, we can start by saying that two designers called off this morning, leaving me alone with the boss and a new girl who is just so, so very slow. (And yet, somehow, not the slowest designer I’ve ever worked with.) At least until 10, when the closing crew came in. 

I had (what amounts to) four funeral sprays in my pile, which is the average number of sprays I can do in a shift without losing consistency. Cali had four, Blue had four... between the three of us we were going to get tomorrow’s sprays done on time, even with only having one person doing hospitals and call-ins. 

But then... it was 2:00

And this woman comes in. 

Now normally when someone comes in for the first time they wander around the front for a few minutes before looking for a person to ask questions to but this lady all but stormed straight up to Grandpa’s desk. 

“Hi, how are you today,” Grandpa asks.

“Shitty,” she says. “My mom just died.” 

Never in my 35 years of being a florist, Grandpa would later say. Have I ever had someone respond to ‘how are you’ with ‘shitty, my mom just died.’

“What can I help you with?”

“We’re doing my mom’s funeral and I need to buy your arch.”

“Our... arch? For a funeral?”

She points. “That one,” she says, indicating the arch we use for weddings. “I need to buy it.” 

“For... a funeral? How are you going to display it?”

“It’s the gateway.” 

Never in my 35 years of being a florist have I ever had someone request an arch for a funeral. 

“The... gateway...” 

“I want it covered in flowers. Pink, white, cream, peach. Those colors. I want her to look sexy.” 

“... you... uhhhh?”

Two more women walk in and the woman gestures them over. They are all... similar. 

Sisters. 

Grandpa takes them on a walk through the cooler, trying to talk them out of the arch because honestly its such a bizarre request. And they keep referring to it as ‘the gateway’ or ‘the gateway to heaven’ and other such things and Grandpa is honestly starting to get a little freaked out by the fact that they keep using the word ‘sexy’ to refer to their mother’s corpse. 

And I’m beginning to understand why so few people want to work with the dead. 

It’s not the dead. 

It’s their relatives. 

“And the arch,” they keep saying. We can hear them through the cooler doors. “We want all sides of it covered. We don’t want them to see any of the structure. And we want the back of it covered with flowers too, like a curtain.” 

“Uh... and you want this... tomorrow.” 

“Yes, that’s when the funeral is.” 

“And... what was your budget again?” 

“$1000.” 

“We can’t do the full ensemble, the standing cross spray, the peace lilies, and the completely covered archway for that price. And we would not be able to do it by 8am tomorrow.” 

“Well how much is it just for the arch like that?” 

“Completely covered? It starts at $3000.” 

“WHAT!? What if we’re not buying the arch? What if we give it back to you?”

“That... is the rental price. We’re not selling you the arch- we’re selling you the flowers on the arch. That’s the expensive part.” 

“I thought that we were buying it.” 

“You’re buying the flowers. This is.. a flower shop.”

“And that starts at $3000? Why so much!?” 

“Because you’re asking us to make a solid curtain.” 

“Yeah. Of flowers.”

“Yes. Of flowers.” The lead sister did NOT like the implication that her words could be reflected back on her. “We have to make this. With our hands. In less than 24 hours.” 

“Well, what would it look like inside my budget?” 

“It would be just the front.” 

“Just the front,” she repeats, disappointed. “We can stretch our budget to $1500, what does that get us?” 

“More flowers on the front.” 

“How do we get the sides decorated?” 

“By giving up everything else.” Decorating the sides of our arch requires making a web of wire and then weaving bunches of ruscus into it, then either gluing or poking the flowers into the gaps. It takes... hours. Time is money and we’re made of neither. 

She holds a minor conference with her sisters and they make many gestures towards the arch, the sprays, the cross, the plants, the arch again, Grandpa.

“We’ll just do the front,” said the head girl. 

That’s... what we thought. 

Grandpa tallies the whole thing up. The cross, the sprays, the end standards, the lilies, the arch, tax, delivery, and comes to a total of:

“$1505.09.” 

The women hold another conference by the door, one of the younger sisters tells the others the price and there is a loud “WHAT?!” which echoes through the store. 

The one that came in first marches up to the register, slams her hands down on the counter, and says (I shit you not.)

“I will give you my tits to make that $50 cheaper.” 

Never in my 35 years of being a florist, have I ever been offered someone’s tits in exchange for a discount.

And Grandpa, being a woman of large band and cup size herself, literally had no idea what to say to this. We are off-script at this point. We started deviating from the script as soon as she started asking about the arch. 

“The price is the price. Take it or leave it.” 

“This is more money than we spend at the strip club,” she says, digging through her purse. We have now completely thrown the script out the window. She throws down $1510 in cash money and says: 

“Alright, girls, we gotta go shoe shopping next.” 

They leave. 

Grandpa turns around. 

She looks me straight in the eye. 

“Never... in my 35 years of being a florist...” 

[ohpretty-baby]

bts as my sophomore class teachers

a thread because i miss my teachers lowkey

anyways enjoy <3

first hour: ap seminar with kim namjoon

super philosophical 

is a fanboy for rosseau, calls him the original gangster

intimidatingly intelligent; like reads 3 books in one day and writes two papers on them intelligent

constantly connecting foundational thinkers/texts to real life situations (ex: echo and narcissus and selfies in social media)

makes you feel like a bad person by questioning your moral motives

there’s never a dull day in his class

seriously

one time we spent the hour evaluating billie eilish’s bad boy and that one “sweet but psycho” song and talked about double consciousness

the next day we did a full 180 and talked about mass burials

then we talked about the refugee crisis the day after that

extremely thought provoking conversations

gives you independence, which is a double edged sword because everyone in ap sem procrastinates

wants students to exceed not only in his class but also outside of school

my irl ap sem teacher helped me figure out that i wanted to go into a career of law !

also an extensive librarian (hence the ability to read 3 books in one day)

if you have the slight interest in something, he has a book for it

i literally have 8 books checked out from my school library because of him

gives you complete and honest ratings of r rated movies and posts them on your schoology board

not afraid to be scandalous

“now everyone say it with me: premarital sex!”

that was something my irl teacher said, that day we shouted out premarital sex about 15 times with the door wide open

amazing music taste

literally

he listens to anything and everything, from french rap to spanish pop and then english folk songs

will dj for your graduation party for free

second hour: honors english with min yoongi

insanely calm, probably just very sleepy

easy going, chill

you really don’t feel pressured in his class

people goof off in class and are generally very annoying, but he doesn’t care

occasionally lectures students if he really needs to 

communicates what we have to do and then lets us do the work

lets us fail if we’re not responsible

but will understand if you can’t turn in a project if life gets in the way

i still have a project i need to turn in oops-

i haven’t received any negative repercussions tho

lets kids eat in his class and lets them go to the vending machine if they have no food

i go to my locker every morning to get food to eat

eats with us

lets you use your phone and watch netflix

will even ask you what show you’re watching and if it’s good

actually a really good teacher if you pay attention in his class

kids just think they can slack off, they end up failing tho so it’s really none of his issues

for some reason he’s a substitute teacher for a lot of classes

when he subs, the classes are extremely fun 

one time i spent my whole sixth hour talking to him about my costar and astrology

goofs off with the kids

that same day he subbed, my friends were making panoramas of each other and he rated all of them

isn’t strict

cares about his students and is very easy to talk to

because of this a lot of students open up to him

isn’t a snitch

would willingly make fun of classic literature with you

third hour: honors chemistry with kim taehyung

Super Sassy

always gets the last word when students mess around with him

“what’s your favorite double replacement reaction?”

“my favorite ones are the ones you guys get right; so none”

as you can guess, students love having conversation with him

probably has a dope ass instagram but damnit he won’t let accept anyone’s follow requests

probably because that’s illegal

constant Bad BItch energy

will openly tell students they are annoying without shame

will also openly tell you that you are dumb

once i thought that we had four principals (one for each grade, don’t question it) and my irl teacher was speechless,, like she couldn’t actually say anything at my stupidity

i would willingly sell my soul for my chemistry teacher

always has labs to do, even if they’re not very helpful at times

lets students retake tests by creating a new test 

but they’re actually harder than the actual test

students skip their own classes to visit him

i always skip my 6th hour to go into the chemistry

constantly has to chase away students

actually very sweet and cares about students, but is never really a push over

again, a constant Bad Bitch

fourth hour: honors spanish with kim seokjin

an even Bigger Bad Bitch

super fun and sassy

fiestas!!!!!!! 

we have fiestas but literally the only Spanish thing we have is chips and salsa and tacos

i’m not kidding

people just bring in cake pops and brownies

will sometimes teach a whole lesson in Spanish just to fuck with us

will also try to hold a conversation with us in Spanish just to fuck with us even more

loves seeing our shocked and confused faces when can’t answer his questions

actually teaches us

gives a lot of busy work but i honestly think that’s the better ways of learning and practicing Spanish, so there’s no complaints

engaging lessons, encourages us to make mistakes so we can be comfortable with the language

veryyyy helpful with pronunciation, makes sure that we know how to pronounce certain words

super trustworthy

once after school i spilled tea with my irl spanish teacher about a messy breakup i had gone thru, it was real fun

we have a theory that one of the senior teachers has a crush on her because he always visits her when he comes to our class

really good teacher but heavily overestimates our ability

especially when it comes to tests

but will admit his wrongs when we don’t do well in class

literally the best friend you wish you had

fifth hour: ap world with jeon jungkook

literally really pretty

really funny and sweet but his class is hard

not because of the extensive work and the fast pace, but because he doesn’t prepare students enough for saqs, dbqs, leqs, etc.

we still love our ap world teacher bc she genuinely cares about us

teaches an ap class but has never taken an ap class in high school

still teaches even tho he’s sick and his own students have asked him to stay at home so he can feel better

really fun discussion activities, like fishbowls

always drinking tea with a cool ass mug that has all the presidents of the united states on it

wears really cute clothes and coordinates colors

but sometimes will just pull up in pajamas

either way he’s Stylin

makes sure that students know that he doesn’t believe in racism and communism

always tells his students to take care when they say goodbye

draws LOTS of smiley faces

sometimes more confused about the content then the students are

but genuinely kind and hard working, even if it takes him 3 months to grade papers

sixth hour: theology with jung hoseok

confusing lectures

will talk about persecution in rome and then switch the topic onto blts (yes, the sandwich) and then talk about male circumcision

really goofy

deaf

talks very loudly because he takes his hearing aid out during lessons

honestly a really confusing teacher

a lot of people don’t like his teaching style, and neither do i, but it’s not a hard class so there’s really nothing to complain about

you really just need to read the slides in his class to pass

gives out homework but never grades it

i never turn in homework,,, 

i get a’s on his test and he just gives good grades for every homework assignment

honestly just really sweet and funny even when he tries not to

talks with his hands way too much

will take selfies with you if you let him

constantly asking for validation from his students

“is my teaching style ok? i know it can be confusing but i really try with making lectures funny so you guys won’t be bored”

can sometimes be annoying but everyone loves him because he just doesn’t make sense

literally the best class to do other homework in

sees students as his friends

once we had a public discussion online about our concerns of the coronavirus instead of actually learning about theology

i said that i was worried that i’d die of the coronavirus before i got a boyfriend

he replied to my comment saying “1. you are killing me ! :) 2. i’m sure that you have a lot of secret admirers, so the boyfriend thing is covered, they just need to figure things out. remember maturity happens at different stages for everyone.”

even though i don’t like his class at times, i know i’m gonna miss how crazy he is

seventh hour: honors geometry with park jimin

Sweetest, Softest, Most Pure of all

gives out candy during tests

but not just any candy

the really good strawberry candies that grandmas always have and never run out of

sometimes the lessons go by too fast but yet too slow at the same time

a Literal Grandpa

doesn’t let kids say “shut up” or “dumb” in his class

claims that he doesn’t even say “shut up” to his own kids

always reminds kids that this is a No Judgement Zone

rewards students who answer challenging questions with little stand-up signs that say “Expert at Work” or “Rockstar” that they can put on their desk

will buy or make little stockings that spell out the initials of the high school

brags about his kohl’s cash

once bought a $50 scooter for only $5 dollars because of his kohl’s cash

stays after school for two hours to reteach lessons to students

takes little strolls around the school building with his friends during lunch

Mental Math Mondays

mondays are when we play mental math card games with the whole class

lets kids make their own card games

will ask if you’re okay if you look sad

will also ask if you’re okay if you look sleepy

asks kids to be patient with him when they have a confusing lesson to teach

wIll thoroughly explain everything to the best of his ability

definitely has never done anything wrong

this made me genuinely miss my teachers even though i hate school with my whole entire heart, soul, and mind! anyways love u guys

[thewayiremember]

EPISODE 2

July 6, 09:47 AM

The official police statement is that I was found brutally beaten in a narrow alley near the movie theater I was supposed to be at around that time.

 THE THINGS I KNOW:

The movie was to start at 7 PM

Complete blackout

I was found at 11:40 by a woman, who when calling 911 reported she had found a dead body because according to her I wasn’t breathing and my body parts were not really where they should be, but thank God the paramedics who rushed to the place didn’t entirely believe her judgments. It turned out that she didn’t even get close to me because she was too scared, and from a distance, I looked much worse than I did in reality.

The police later found out by looking into the security cameras that I wasn’t present at the movie theater that night

The police are annoyed because they don't believe in my memory loss and think I just don’t want to tell them where I went that evening.

My parents don’t believe me either. They asked me about a thousand times now why did I lie to them about going to the movies. Well, we don’t know if I lied to you, do we? To confirm that, I would have to KNOW that, and I DON’T KNOW that. Thanks for being supportive and not making me feel guilty.

  It’s ridiculous to talk about. It’s ridiculous to even write about. But it is true, I did travel back in time. I keep having flashbacks of a teenage girl yelling at me that if I don’t do anything it will be my fault and that I need to go back to the day that it happened. But WHAT happened? I think her name was Nora? It all feels like a memory long forgotten.

I’ve been avoiding thinking about it because every time I do my stomach drops. I don’t want to get involved, I don’t care. Why should I? It’s not my fault I don’t remember. I want to be a dentist, not a detective. And I’m not a kid anymore who’s excited to run around the city solving mysteries. I don’t care about what happened to me. I'm fine! Stuff happens, let me move on.

11:30 AM  

I asked a nurse if she could give me some more painkillers today because I couldn’t bare staying in bed for another day. She said “No problem”, but I’m pretty sure she gave me some sugar-filled pills since I don’t feel any better. Nice try, lady!

Apparently,I'm the only one who didn’t know this place had a cafeteria downstairs because when I went there people were having a legit breakfast party. It was too loud,so I ordered a coffee to go and took off immediately. Where do all those people get their energy from so early in the morning? Oh, coffee, probably. Nevermind. I went to the mini-park instead. Nice benches, nice grass, nice… fence? Yeah, I don’t have anything to say about this park. It’s nice cause it’s at the back of the hospital, so you can’t really hear any cars driving by. Yeah, that’s what I call a smart design, that’s it, right there.

I haven’t heard from Bobbie and Nicole for seven days now. They went camping on some kind of meditation program that Bobbie was really excited to go to and he tried everything to make us go with him. I don’t know how he managed to bribe Nicole into this, but there just wasn’t a chance that I’d spent a whole week without my phone or Internet whatsoever. So maybe that’s just karma that got me beaten for turning my back on a friend. Nah, I’d probably ruin the experience for Bobbie with my moodiness anyway. I like to think that I’m letting them gather their energy back that they lose by putting up with me. It’s a good thing. I’m a good friend.

They should be back by 7 PM. Today. They don’t know what’s happened. I mean, me neither, but I need to give them some kind of explanation. Do I prepare them first, somehow? Do I text them what happened, or do I wait till I’m back home tomorrow and we see each other in person? Do they want me to wait, or are they going to be angry that I didn’t want them to visit me here? Because I think I don’t. It’s depressing in here. People get triggered by hospitals. They get all miserable, it gets awkward, they don’t know what to say because they feel the need to feel sorry for everybody. And I don’t want to be felt sorry for. I’m fine.

Telling them thatI had a car crash crosses my mind for a second. That way I would skip the uncomfortable part of losing my memory and they could tell me all about their boring trip, that I’m actually weirdly keen on hearing. I kind of miss interacting with people. I know I always say that I love being alone, and I still stand by it. I recharge by being alone. But let me tell you, this place has recharged me pretty quickly. Or has it completely drained me and it’s not the lack of interaction itself that I miss, but just the lack of interaction with healthy people?  Yeah, I can’t tell.

3:10 PM

Nathaniel, buddy, my hospital bestie, did they treat you good today? Are you comfy, do you need me to adjust your pillow? Here, let me… Better? Yeah, it is. Sorry I haven’t been around that much this morning, but do you remember when I told you that I wanted to explore this hospital some more before I leave? Yeah, and I’m leaving tomorrow morning, so, today had to be the day. Did you know there’s a mini-park at the back? And somewhere above us, there’s also have a mini-church. And when I say church I mean a room with a hanging crucifix on the wall. I’ haven't found any mini-synagogues or mini-mosques, though. Are you religious? Probably not. But how do you feel about Christmas?

Oh yeah, I talk to him like that. I just googled how likely is it for an unconscious person to hear me, and it said there’s a 25% chance. I’m doomed. I must look like Kathy Bates in “Misery” to him now that I think about it. When you wake up and you want to fill a lawsuit against me… I’ll be waiting.

I was out of bed for 4,5 hours and I’m completely exhausted. Is that how elderly people feel all the time? I hope not. I was planning on being an active senior. That’s how I see myself in 50 years. Hiking, biking, maybe even running. I’d be the coolest grandpa.

8:30 PM

I just took a 3 hour nap. Great, good luck falling asleep tonight. I’m looking around the room to see if I have to start packing today, but I guess I don’t have that many things here with me anyway, so, I’ll leave it for tomorrow. My mom is picking me up at 11 AM so I’ll have plenty of time to do it. If my last morning blood test results are all good that is, but I’m sure they will be.

I just got a text from Bobbie. Here’s the screenshot:

BOBBIE: Guess who’s back! Come over and don’t forget to bring your PJs. I promise I won’t be boring you with any meditation stories. Nicole said she won’t be attending my Sleepover Night because apparently, she’s tired of sleeping with me.

ME (wanting to sound neutral): Sounds great, but I can’t. See you tomorrow?

BOBBIE: What’s wrong?

God, he’s annoying. Of course he knows there’s something wrong.

ME (trying to keep it real but not reveal where I am so that he doesn’t get a wrong impression and think that I’m dying): Nothing serious, stop worrying. I’m free after 12, you down?

BOBBIE (thinking I need a lecture from him): Every time you have a problem you stop talking to me? Have you noticed? You avoid me until you solve it alone and you’re able to just tell me all about it afterward. Include me in the story sometimes.

But yes, I’m down, after 12 it is.

Yes, I have noticed. And I wouldn’t include him this time either, but since the story of why I woke up in the hospital isn’t over yet, I kind of have to include him, don’t I? I don’t want them to make a big deal out of it and I know they will. It’s not THAT serious. I’m fine!

[staticscreenwriting]

Casual Moths - Chapter two

Chapter one // 

Chapter two - sweets and sweetness 

Santo Padre doesn’t get a lot of rain but when it does, my god it pours.

Callie watches as the rain crashes down on the sidewalk outside her flower shop. The day hasn’t started this way. In fact it was a rather sunny morning. Then all of a sudden the sky turned a deep grey, like all the blue had been swallowed by a colorless blob of misery.

And then the rain came and they had to bring all the flowers in to save them from certain death.

Daisy is sitting by the little table in the corner that is there especially for her. She has a big box of crayons open in front of her and whenever she takes another crayon pencil from the box, she sticks her little tongue out in concentration. As if whatever color she’s about to pick may change her life forever. As if it’s the most important choice she’ll ever have to make. Callie wishes she gets to keep this innocence for a long time. Hopefully far longer than she herself was allowed to.

“ Oh what a weather. “ Graciela says as she puts some finishing touches to a bouquet. Graciela, Callie thinks, is some kind of fairy godmother to both her and Daisy. She’s not only helped set up the flower shop but has been working here ever since. She’s what makes this shop more than just a place that sells flowers. She helps Callie make this a home to them. A place of warmth and familiarity and comfort.

Sometimes, Callie thinks that Gracie needs her and Daisy as much as they need her. She’s in her 50s has two grown children who moved away and hardly as much as call. Her and Daisy and by extend Jess, they’re as close to a family as can be. Blood or no blood.

“ You tell me. Daisy and I wanted to go get ice cream later and go to the park for a bit but this doesn’t really scream park weather to me. “

“ Oh dear, I still have to pick up meat for the BBQ tomorrow. Butcher’s all the way across town and I gotta walk there in this weather. I’ll be soaked. “

“ Let me pick it up for you. “ Callie proposes.

“ Oh no. I can’t ask that of you “.

“ Gracie “ Callie says and pulls up her eyebrow in disbelieve “ I have a car, you don’t.  I can’t let you walk all across town in this weather when it only takes me 10 minutes by car “

Graciela hesitates for a moment. Callie knows it’s hard for her to accept help. She’s a proud independent woman and accepting help might seem like admitting defeat. But really it’s not. It’s just Callie paying back all the good deeds Graciela has ever granted her with.

“ Are you sure it’s no bother ? “

“ It’s no bother at all. I promised miss Daisy here an ice cream cone anyway. So we’ll just combine those two trips. “

At the mention of her favorite stick treat, little Daisy’s eye lift up to look at her mother with hopeful excitement clouding her face.

“ Ice cream ? “

“ Promised you we’d get some, didn’t I ? “

“ Mh “

“ And does mommy ever break her promises ? “

“ No.”

“ Go get your jacket “ Callie instructs her daughter, a smile on her face, before turning back towards Graciela. “ You okay to look after the shop alone for the moment ? “

“ Callie, no offence but the people aren’t really running down the shop today. Weather doesn’t really say BUY FLOWERS, does it ? Here let me write down the address for you. “

Callie doesn’t answer with words but with a smile that says “You’re right. You’re right.”

She helps Daisy put on her jacket and packs the little girl into the car off to get Graciela’s meat — and the ice cream. Can’t forget the ice cream.

- XXX -

The butcher shop is quite small and Callie almost misses it completely. She wonders for how many years it’s been here. It looks like it’s been a few. It’s not dirty or anything just — old.

As the girls enter the shop, the bell above the door signals their arrival. Daisy hold onto her mother’s hand softly with her little fingers. Her eyes wander around the shop trying to find anything to  occupy her interest as her mother deals with boring grown up business.

Just a few moments later and older man enters the room from the back, he’s got thick black glasses and a funny white mustache. Daisy thinks he looks kind. He reminds her of her grandpa and grandpa was always kind. When he was alive.

The little girl doesn’t fully grasp the gravity of death yet. It’s like one day they came to hang out with grandma and grandpa and then the next mom was sad and aunt Jess was sad and grandma was — well she was just quiet and tired all the time. And confused. And that’s how things are now. Though she can see her mom starting to smile more, especially at work. And aunt Jess actually laughed with her the other day. And grandma is — still quiet.

“ What can I get you ladies ? “ the man asks. Callie wonders if that man knew her father, if he knows her mother. They seem to be about the same age and her parents had grown up around here and Santo Padre really isn’t that big of a place. She doesn’t ask though. You don’t ask stuff like that. It’s weird. Inappropriate.

“ I’m here to pick up an order for Graciela Ruiz “

“ Oh yes. Just a second I have that in the freezer, I’ll go get it. “

“ Thank you “

As the man disappears through the door, Callie looks down towards her daughter who seems to be getting a little impatient as she bobs up and down on her feet a little. She really is the apple of Callie’s eye. She’s so well behaved and smart and god, she’s so terribly cute. No matter how hard a path has lead her here, whenever she looks at Daisy, she knows it’s all worth it.

The bell above the door chimes up again and as she turns to her left, Callie once again looks into a pair of deep brown eyes. Sad eyes. The saddest eyes she’s ever seen.

“ Hey pops I — Callie ? “

Angel regards her with confusion clouding his face before it makes room for a smile. It’s nice and inviting. Callie thinks he has a phenomenal smile.

“ Hey Angel. Nice to see you again. “

And it is. He’s an unexpected spark of excitement in her new life. Not one she’s ever going to allow herself to experience fully. But he’s sweet and he’s nice to look at and no one can fault her for that.

Callie feels a tug on her hand and as she lowers her eyes, she looks into a pair of identical ones. Shy ones.

“ Oh, this is Daisy. Daisy this is Angel, he’s a friend “. That’s the thing she always tried to do with Daisy, make sure she knew who the good guys were. The friends. Back when she was younger, Callie had made some rather questionable choices. Had thought the wrong crowd were her friends. Had put her trust in the wrong people. Of course Daisy is just four years old and maybe none of the values Callie tries to instill in her now will stick in the long run. But there’s no harm in trying, right ?

Angel regards the little girl with a kind look on his face before squatting down to be eye level with her.

“ Hi, Daisy. You alright ? Did the old man give you some sweets ? ‘cause I know he has a bunch of ‘em behind the counter. “

Callie can basically see her daughter melt at the words accompanied by Angel’s charming smile.

“ Sweets ? “

“ Mh-mm. What’s your favorite sweets ? “

“ Hmmm “ the little girl thinks for a moment, sassily tapping her finger against her chin “ Sour Patch Kids “

“ Sour Patch Kids, huh ? Good choice. I don’t think he’s got some of those though. But I’m pretty sure he’s got some m&ms. You like those ? “

Daisy nods her head enthusiastically.

“ Yeah? Wanna go see if we can find some ? “

At that Daisy’s eye lift up to her mother. This man is a stranger and even at 5 Daisy knows you don’t just go with strangers, especially not if they offer you candy. But mom seems to know him and if mom says it’s okay then it must be okay.

Callie nods, a smile on her face as Angel picks up her daughter and walks with her behind the counter towards a colorful glass bowl.

“ Okay let’s see. We got Starburst ? “

Daisy shakes her head.

“ Yeah me neither. More Starburst, oh there we go “ Angel eclaims and pulls a bag of m&m from the bowl.

“ They’re the crispy ones. Those are the best. People will try to tell you that the peanut ones are the best but don’t believe them ! Crispy is where it’s at. “

Angel hands Daisy the bag just as the older man returns to the room.

“ What’s going on here, what are you doing here ? “

“ Wow pops, what a warm welcome. Just come to check on you. Make sure you’re still breathing. Also, I heard little miss Daisy here has not been offered any sweets yet and we can’t have that now, can we ? “

“ Well someone around here has to work before I can charm the ladies “ Felipe scoffs but in the end he’s unable to keep the smile off his lips.

“ Yeah whatever you say old man “ Angel jokes before letting Daisy back down beside her mother.

Callie takes the meat from Felipe and pays, then turns back towards Angel.

“ It was nice to run into you again, Angel. But we gotta run, I promised this little munchkin an ice cream cone “

“ Ice cream ? Awesome “ Angel says, more aimed towards Daisy than Callie. That’s the thing about having a cute kid. As soon as people see her they’re so smitten with her, Calli hardly get any attention these days.

She is really cute though, she has to admit that.

“ Mmm. Do you wanna come with us ? What’s your favorite flavour ? Mine is Banana “

There was a fine line between making Daisy aware that someone was a friend and having her immediately invite said person on ice cream runs. That line, Callie decided, needed to be made more aware.

“ Mine’s chocolate. You know what ? I’d love that but I can’t. I gotta go meet up with my brother. But next time I see you, I’ll treat you to an ice cream. Okay ? “

“ Okay. Promise ? “

“ Yeah absolutely, promise “.

“ Bye Angel “ Callie laughs and directs her daughter towards the entrance of the shop. The bell above the door chimes again as they leave.

Just a moment later, Angel feels a slap against the back of his head.

“ Ow, hey what was that about ? “

“ Don’t “ Felipe scoffs at his oldest son.

“ Don’t what ? “

“ You know what. Leave her alone “

“ Callie ? I — pops come on. She’s a friend that’s all. “

Felipe raises his eyebrow in disbelieve.

“ She is ! Also I don’t know if you’ve seen her but she has a little girl. And a kid means there’s a daddy somewhere. I ain’t getting myself in a mess like that “.

Felipe really does want to believe his son. Wants to believe that something with Angel can be simple for once. That really it’s only a friendship blossoming. But he sees his son’s eyes and yeah he’s old but he’s not stupid. There’s a sparkle in his son’s eyes that wasn’t there before. And that makes all the difference.

- XXX -

3 days later.

Daisy is sitting by the window of the flower shop watching the raindrops race each other down the glass. It has been raining pretty much non-stop for the last 3 days and she’s getting so sick and tired of it. All she wants is to go out and play in the park or something. Something other than being stuck inside.

Callie is by the isle finishing up a bouquet. It’s a quiet day, Graciela has already gone home and Callie is about to lock up the shop any minute now.

The front door opens and a figure steps inside, hood pulled over his head.

“ Hello, Sir. Can I help you ? “

“ I don’t know, I was looking for someone to share some ice cream with. You wouldn’t happen know anyone like that would you ? “

Angel pulls the hood from his head and sets 3 cups of ice cream down on the counter.

“ Angel “ Daisy gasps from her spot by the window and hurries over towards him “ Ice cream !”

“ Should I be flattered she got excited about me first ? “ Angel asks and raises an eyebrow at Callie who has a smile playing on her lips.

“ Oh sure. Ice cream is her one true love “.

Angel takes one of the cups and hands it to Daisy “ Banana, your favorite,”  then takes the other one and holds it out towards Callie “ You didn’t tell me your favorite so I went with vanilla. Everyone likes vanilla, right ? “

“ I love vanilla, thanks Angel “

The two of them sit by the counter while Daisy goes back to her seat by the window, as they all silently enjoy the ice cream.

“ I uh — I didn’t just come to bring you guys ice cream. “ Angel speaks up after a moment. He seems shy almost. Like something big is on his mind.

“ I figured. So what else brings you here ? “

“ Well “ he starts and rubs his hand across the back of his head nervously “ you see, it would be my mom’s birthday tomorrow. And pops is still too emotionally damaged by her passing that he likes to pretend it is just a day like any other. But EZ and I we — well we go to this place on this little hill she used to take us when we were very little. She loved it there and so EZ and I decided to go by there and put some flowers down. It’s cheesy I know but — “

“ No it’s sweet ! “ Calli interrupts. And really, it is sweet. She doesn’t know what exactly happened to his mother, hell until just now she wasn’t even aware that his mom was dead. To ask about it would be inappropriate though. It seems that telling her what he’s told her so far is already weighing heavy on him. So she lets him go at his own pace. Just letting him know that if he wants to talk, he can.

“ I was wondering if you could make me a pretty flower arrangement thing. We don’t have a grave because she got cremated and the urn’s at pop’s place but well — I just want something nice for her and she always loved that place so I thought I’ll just put it down by her favorite tree and pretend like she can see. “

“ Oh of course. Of course I can. Do you — do you know what kind of flowers she liked ? Her favorite colors ? “

And just like that they fall into a conversation about his mother and the kind of person she was and Callie gets to work setting up a concept for the arrangement.

- XXX -

The sun has completely set by the time they’re completely satisfied with the concept art.

Daisy is fast asleep but Angel and Callie are nowhere near tired. It’s exciting, talking to someone new. It’s been a while since Callie got to make new friends and it feels good like this.

Soft salsa music plays from the speakers as Angel gets off the little stool Callie has pulled up to her workbench.

“ Come dance with me ? “

“ What ? “

“ Told you I was a great dancer “

“ Yeah well I am a horrible dancer “

“ I don’t believe that “

“ Oh you should. I’m an okay singer but dancing ? Nu-uh “

Angel holds out his hand to her. There’s something in his eyes that says “ I dare you “. And really Callie wants to. She wants to take his hand and she wants to dance with him and she wants to let herself fall. But can she ? Isn’t this exactly the way this entire mess started in the first place ? Her letting go. Her letting herself fall.

“ Come on, just one dance ? “

Oh to hell with it, what bad is one dance gonna do ?

Angel didn’t lie. He’s a good dancer. At least from what Callie can tell with her limited knowledge and absolutely nothing to compare it to. But he’s patient and he leads her without being pushy or overbearing. He’s gentle and kind and — warm.

They twirl around the room for a minute or two. She’s sure whatever she does it mostly consists of stepping on his feet and giggling. But he doesn’t lose patience and he doesn’t lose his smile either and it’s fun. Oh it’s so much fun.

“ Thanks for doing this. I’m sure she would’ve loved it “ Angel says. He’s so close now Callie can feel his breath on her skin again. There’s something in his eyes. They’re still sad but they’re more alive. They’re warm and inviting and they seem like — like home.

God, Callie pull yourself out of it.

“ I’m glad I can help. I’ll make it first thing in the morning. Fresh flowers and all “

Angel only nods. She can feel his face coming closer and she wants to pull away but it’s like an invisible force is holding her there. And maybe she doesn’t fully want to pull away after all. Maybe it’s just her head that tells her that this is not a good idea. You don’t let strangers kiss you. No matter how wonderful they are. No matter how much they make you laugh. No matter how sad and beautiful and warm their eyes are.

No matter — But you do. Don’t you ?

His lips are just a breath away now. They’re so close to hers. She can feel her heart beating in her chest. So fast. So deep.

His lips are touching hers now and it’s but a whisper of a touch but it’s a touch nonetheless.

And then, when it’s time for the metaphorical fireworks, a voice speaks up from beside them.

“ Mommy ? “

And the moment is gone and the magic is gone and what stays is a sense of dread. This can’t be happening. This isn’t Angel’s mess to deal with.

As she looks at her little girl, Callie is once again reminded of just why she left her old life behind in the first place.

- XXX - 

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[bindmywanderingheart2thee]

As a follower of Jesus, I believe that one day I will see my loved ones in heaven again. As comforting as that is, after you lose someone you love, heaven can seem pretty far away.

I grew up very close to my father's parents. We were in at their house in town multiple times a week growing up. We spent every holiday and birthday together. We took trips to Florida, we went to our trailers up north with my uncle and cousins. While visiting in the summertime, my parents and uncle would sit and talk on the porch while my sisters, cousins, and I would fight over the big wheel, stuff our faces with cookies, and let the dog out of its pen (without asking grandma first.) Which drove her crazy. When the ice cream man came by, grandpa was right there with his wallet open. Grandma and grandpa's house has just always been there, a place of serenity and laughter, a place I looked forward to staying the night at when my parents went out of town. We would sleep on the living room floor in our sleeping bags and listen to the grandfather clock chime throughout the night. We loved it. We cherished it.

At their house, there was no need to call, just stop by anytime. It was a guarantee that you'd hear "Get yourself a cookie, there's pop in the fridge!", upon arrival. No one ever went hungry at grandma's house. Feeding us was one of the many ways she showed love.

I moved in with my grandparents in my 20's, I was rebellious at home, so grandma took me in. I know I drove her crazy, but she put up with me anyway. I lived with them for about five years. I attended cosmetology school while living there. I was able to devote myself to it full time, since they didn't charge me a dime to live there. I could never repay that, but I tried by doing Grandma's hair for free ever since. Neither of them ever made you feel like you were an inconvenience and they went above and beyond for their family.

I was very blessed to have had those five years living with them. Unbeknownst to me, my grandpa would pass away during that time.

He was an amazing man. Known around town for being honest and loyal. He was a hard worker and once he finally retired, he was so used to working, he kept working anyway. He was up at the crack of dawn every morning. Occasionally, if I made an early morning trip to the bathroom, I would see him sitting at the dining room table, reading his bible. He did that every morning. He loved his family and the Lord with all his heart.

When grandpa passed away, I just felt lost without him around. It was like he was there one minute and then the next he was gone. It was awful. I still remember how empty the house felt after he was gone and the sound of grandma crying herself to sleep. It still hurts to think about it.

It's been 15 years, and I still miss him every day.

Now, As of Wednesday morning, my Grandma has passed on as well.

Words cannot express how much it hurts that I won't be seeing her anymore. She has always been there. Always. She was a huge part of my life. What am I supposed to do now? I don't think it's fully sunken in yet. I'm just in disbelief. I don't want to believe it because I don't want it to be true.

I'm very blessed and grateful to have had a grandmother around for close to forty years, but I wasn't ready to live life without her. I don't want to. My world without her in it just doesn't make sense.

I worked late Tuesday night. It was after 9 when I left work and I was tired, but I decided to go see my grandma anyway. She wasn't doing well and I didn't want to miss my chance to see her one more time. Earlier that day, she had slipped into a non communicative state and had the "death rattle" when she breathed. My dad and uncle had been there all day and were exhausted. So, when the nurses told them they would call if she was showing signs of passing, they went home.

I showed up a little while after they left. I know it was hard for them to leave, but these men sat by her side every day, all day, for months. They believed the nurse when she told them it would be ok to get some rest.

I was grateful for the privacy I had with her. There were so many things I wanted to say. I sat down next to grandma and told her all the wonderful things I loved and would miss about her. I thanked her for loving me. I told her I knew she was the one whom I got my determination and strong will from.

Storm has it, too, I said.

I sang her songs she liked and read her some scripture verses. I held her hand, which I had been told were cold earlier that day, but were now warm. I told her to walk into Jesus's arms, and she would feel no more pain. I told her to go be with grandpa, and know that we will honor her memory every day and carry on her traditions. I told her I'll make sure Storm remembers her. I gently ran my fingers through her hair. I promised her that I would make sure her bangs were exactly as she liked them, and that she would be dressed in her lavender outfit as she requested. I told her I didn't know how I was gonna go on without her. She's always been there. I prayed over her and asked God to take her home peacefully. I kissed her on the cheek and laid my head on her shoulder.

I wept.

"How am I going to adjust to life without you?" I asked knowing there would be no reply.

I kissed her one last time on the forehead and told her I didn't wanna leave her because I didn't want her to pass on alone. I stood there, looking at her and debating if I should leave or not. I felt at peace from my time with her, so after a few minutes, I told her I loved her one last time and left.

She was gone a couple hours later. Thankfully, a nurse was with her when she let go. I cannot even begin to express how grateful I am for that last visit with her. It wasn't easy on my dad and uncle that they weren't there with her, but I think in some way, that's how she wanted it. We all went back up to say our final goodbyes and sat in her room, crying, laughing, recounting our favorite memories of her. We were all there because of her. She was so important to each of us. We each could talk for hours about how amazing she was.

It all still feels like a bad dream. I didn't think I could cry anymore than I already have, but I was wrong. This is uncharted territory for me. I have no grandparents left. This wasn't supposed to happen. I don't even know how I'm gonna walk into her house without losing it. My grandpa and her lived there for over 50 years. My dad and uncle were raised there, it was my home for five years. My sisters, cousins and I grew up playing in the front yard. We were woven into the very fabric the house was made of. The thought of someone else living there makes my heart ache.

I'm grateful she is no longer in pain, but yet I feel this anger in the pit of my stomach that she's gone. It isn't fair.

What am I to do without you, Grandma? I don't want to move forward without you, but I have no choice. I know I'll see you again in heaven one day, but it's of little comfort right now when all I want is to talk to you one more time. Hear your stories one more time. Celebrate your upcoming birthday with you. Spend one more day at your house with you. Spend one more Christmas with you.

I feel regret that I didn't spend more time with her, but a dear friend recently told me that, "no matter how much time you spent with her, you'd still feel like it wasn't enough."

How true those words are.

My grandma was a strong, selfless and determined woman. She fought hard to the end and never gave up. I have no doubt she is with Grandpa in heaven. She is no longer in pain, she is at peace in the presence of God. I am beyond grateful for the hope we have in Jesus. Without it, I know I couldn't find a way to adjust to life without her.

Who knows if I ever will.

What I do know, is that I am one very blessed girl for the time I did have with both of them, and love is stronger than death, pain, and loss. So, I cling to the family still surrounding me, and to the One true living God who created love, who IS love, until I see them again.

I love you, Grandma 💜💔💜

[the-land-of-eternal-winter-novel]

Chapter 50 - The Coronation

Now that the war was over, Sveta, and Kęstas, in their respective cases, were to be coronated. Until the grand days came, however, any remaining suspects had been arrested, and sent to a prison in the empire's capital, Anatoliy, Akim, and Sava being included in their numbers, much to their loved ones' dismay. Radek's mother was sent to a different prison, and she only told her sons that they betrayed her.

"Wait, they helped us take back the country! They also helped provide all of the evidence against Maksim!" said Tomasz, as he saw Sava being taken away, immediately after the two had helped catch Maksim.

"It doesn't matter. If you snitch on a criminal, you're not less of a criminal yourself." a law enforcer said, coldly.

"But what did Yoakim do?!" shouted Elena.

"He's suspected of being a double agent. And he has a record of fraud and impersonation, back from his country."

"You can release them now." said Sveta.

"You're the first who is supposed to follow the law, Your Majesty. Not to mention people would immediately assume nepotism."

"They have plenty of extenuating circumstances. After all, they helped bring the country back to its normal state. One would expect they'd even become national heroes. I'd have liked them to be present to the coronation."

"From criminals to heroes? I don't think so. I appreciate your benevolence, Your Majesty, but we don't write the laws."

"Neither do I." she whispered resentfully.

Sveta, followed by her friends and family, went back to the palace. She sat down, defeated, her disappointment being shared by the others.

"It looks like this country needs more reforms than previously thought..." sighed Elena. "I never knew the laws were so harsh."

Sveta was very upset, but she calmed down and set out to explain the whole situation of their country, as she had always been taught.

"It's not the monarch who writes them. I can't change them either. Back in grandpa's day, they tried to make more and more reforms, so that we would be a democratic constitutional monarchy. This served very well in establishing people's trust in us. After all, before the War of the Earthquakes, the emperor at the time was deposed by revolutionaries much like Mantas... I mean, Maksim, and his men. They shot the emperor, his wife, and their five children. Then, they went on to rule with an iron hand. It was this regime, and I refrain from identifying them with my country, that fought mercilessly in the War of the Earthquakes, using fierce weapons, only to be met with the same kind of attack. They completely destroyed both former capitals, burning them to the ground. That's why we moved so up north. The air, water, and soil were so deeply poisoned down south, it was uninhabitable, and still is to this day. You can only imagine the chaos that ensued among the survivors!... The old regime was tentatively replaced by so called democratic presidents, then the anarchists briefly took over. Then there was a revolution, not a physical, but a cultural one, in which the traditionalists gained unprecedented support. They proposed a return to the old way of life, and a return to the faith, as the only solution to such a decaying world. The idea worked wonders, until, of course, people did what people do, and yet again had disputes and wars over the new and old territories. That's when we, already an empire, reformed, so as not to risk being perceived as an oppressive force. We've had peace for almost 100 years now, and the new system seemed to work very well. Or so we thought, until only recently I learned that, while the powers of the monarch had been greatly limited, the other authorities managed to abuse their own power in different ways. As they do right now, with these increasingly ruthless laws!"

"If it's one thing we learn from history, is that, no matter how hard a generation may try to reform, the other might tear it all down, or the reverse. This is just our sinful human nature. The only Kingdom that runs smoothly is the Kingdom of Heaven." said Radek, to which Sveta nodded, but she still seemed slightly discouraged.

"I wonder what will become of us and our country now, though... I wish I had the power to change the laws and such, without the people fearing I'll be the next despot."

"That's because there's more to change than just the law. What must be changed is this culture that believes that overly harsh punishments are the only justice there is." said Elena.

"And there's a lot more social reform to be had, as well!" said Gintarė after Žydras had whispered her the translation. "I've come to believe that there are ways we could help the poor without resorting to a regime such as the one imposed by Maksim and not only."

"And famines can be solved by better management." said Žydras.

"And appropriate technology. I think we'd achieve better results if we managed to improve the underground irrigation system, and also the overall state of greenhouses." added Kęstas.

Sveta took all of their advice into consideration, feeling slightly more encouraged. Despite disappointment regarding the absence of Anatoliy, Akim and Sava, the coronation ceremonies had to take place, and they tried to make the most of them. Kęstas was the first one to be crowned, all of his allies during the war being among the ones invited. For the ceremony, he wore full regalia, as well as a metal arm, which couldn't be moved, but served cosmetic purpose. Elena was also coronated as Queen consort, alongside him. After the coronation, Kęstas offered rewards to those compatriots who helped him take back his country, including Žydras and Gintarė. Afterwards, there was a banquet to celebrate.

Gintarė had invited her father, as well, and he now got to meet Žydras as well. Toivo seemed to have made his mind in regard to the young man, holding him in high esteem. He congratulated his daughter, and went on to meet Žydras' family.

"They seem to get along well enough." he said.

"I'm just so happy dad got to see you!" Gintarė said, wanting to jump with joy, but she didn't, as she had only recently gained enough strength to stand upright.

"Now that you found your, but you also practically got ennobled by Kęstas, where are you going to stay from now on? What are your plans for the future?"

"I'm not that sure what I'd like to pursue; I know I want to make a good change, just not yet how. Maybe I'll even be an activist. As for where I'm going to go:... with you."

He felt his heart both soften and gain courage ashe heard this. He carressed her cheeks.

"Gintarė, my love... you've always been there for me."

"You too."

"Together we're the best team. There's nothing that would make me a happier man than being with you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?"

"Is there any doubt at this point?" she smiled playfully, then kissed him.

He kissed her back, then held her up, spinning her around a few times. Their families later congratulated them.

"I always knew she was your girlfriend." teased Melynė.

In the meantime, in prison, Anatoliy, Akim and Sava were in the same room, waiting for the moment their trials would come. Maksim was, thankfully, kept in a separate and relatively distant place. Akim sat in the opposite corner of the room from Sava, and the latter tried to apologise again.

"You don't really understand how it feels like not to be able to get such a horrifying scene out of your mind!" he said of his father's death. "As you said, you had a bad father, so you don't understand the love a son may have for his father."

"I didn't just have a bad father, but a vile one." he corrected calmly. "And I really do understand how you feel, as I still struggle with memories I can never forget. I know first-hand how haunting they can be. My cruel father would often hit my mother, and one day he managed to beat her to death. I had been hiding behind the sofa, but I saw everything. I think I was 10 or 11 when this happened."

"And you still think about it to this day?" Akim turned his face towards him.

"Some days more than others. But especially when things like domestic abuse are mentioned, I inevitably think of it. Or, for example, when Maksim tried to kill me, he first yanked my glasses out, making me scared that he'd try to hurt my eyes. I suddenly, for less than a moment, had this feeling as if it were my father trying to hit me."

Akim realised Sava wasn't lying when he said he'd been through the same thing. Theoretically, he would've have forgiven him earlier, out of principle, but, thinking of him as nothing more than an uncaring executioner prevented him from doing so.

"I really am sorry for having inflicted this pain upon you... I don't have any excuses..." Sava said again, after a while.

"I forgive you."

"Thank you."

The three men spent their days talking about various things, ranging from the situation they were in to memories from before the revolution, and they began getting along well. During a conversation in which Akim mentioned Maragarita, and their recent reconciliation, Sava also retold his own experience with Prosya.

"You were married for 16 years, so this means you were 26 and she was... 18?" Anatoliy asked, as if finding the fact very uncomfortable.

"Tolya, are you serious?" Akim intervened. "Are you going to judge him, when your sister Elena got married at 18, and..."

"...yes, but Kęstas is just about her age."

"...your own father and mother were 35 and 22, respectively. At least don't be hypocritical."

"I guess he's right in a sense, though." said Sava. "During my youth, as we grew up as neighbours, she always seemed like a child to me, and I never really paid attention to her until she, for lack of a better word, proposed to me. I agreed to marry her, as I really wanted to help her avoid the horrid lifestyle of her mother, but I was barely even friends with her at the time, according to my definition of a friend. For the longest time, we had separate bedrooms and spent little time together. Over the years, my simple desire to protect her grew into a more genuine care, even love, but I was never a romantic, and I was busy all of the time, being an officer in the military. How I hated that job! Now I wish I had spent more time home instead..."

"I'm glad you managed to reconcile with her, as well." said Akim.

"Finally, somebody understands my loathing for the military academy!" said Anatoliy.

"I guess it's good for more rowdy boys, to get them disciplined. However, I had always been very quiet and shy, and the older boys there saw me as an easy target. Though superficially much more diplomatic, the army itself still felt like this. For me, the military was the only job that could've taken me out of poverty, but I resented it. Trust me, you've made the right decision by not pursuing such a career."

"If I could, I'd have joined the Conservatory. I always liked music, and I've been playing the harpsichord since I was a child."

"Do invite us to your concerts!" said Akim.

"That's very optimistic of you to say, as if we'll ever get out of here..."

Just a few days afterwards, Sveta was crowned as well, the ceremony being even more grand than Kęstas' one. She was anointed, and she swore her oaths in front of a large public, and Radek had been crowned as Prince consort during the same day. The people were cheering. Amid the feast, however, she felt the absence of her brother and her cousin even more, but she didn't let any trace of disappointment show through. After the ceremony, there was an even larger banquet, with many kings from other countries invited, most of them being, closely or distantly, related to Sveta. With this occasion, she also met her aunts again, one of them also having brought Margarita and her children as a guest. At this party, Ingrid managed to see her brother, Olaf, again, telling him all she'd been through, also explaining Anatoliy's absence. Even people unrelated to the royal family, but friends of Sveta's, were invited, including Žydras, Gintarė, and also Prosya.

All of the guests were trying to talk and great every other guest, and even the ones who weren't part of the extended family were able to socialise with the others. Margarita found herself quite lonely for a moment, as the only other adult who spoke her language was Akim's aunt, who was engaged in other conversations. She did meet Sveta, Elena, and the others, however, and she tried her best to communicate despite the language barrier. Eventually, she got a notebook and a pencil, and she tried to draw her thoughts on paper, for the others to understand. Through this method, she also talked to Ingrid, Prosya and Gintarė, and they managed to get along reasonably well.

"Do people around here ride on white bears?" she said in her language as she sketched.

"No way! They're the most dangerous animals!" responded Ingrid. "But I've heard of brown bears being able to be tamed. Those live more to the south, though."

"Oh. Your country seems interesting, though. Good thing I came during the summer, though, or else I'd freeze."

"I feel the same about hot weather. I think I'd get all sunburnt."

"Joaqín, my husband, has this problem." she laughed a little bit as she remembered. "He still goes to the beach with me and the children, though. We collect seashells, usually."

"I used to live by the beach, as well." said Gintarė as she also drew her thoughts, although she wasn't as skilled at it. "But the winds are much stronger there, so it's usually cold."

"Do you ever get snow in the winter?" asked Prosya.

"Rarely. It usually rains as if it were autumn, but snow is not that unheard of. Although, it's not the kind of snow you could slide down a hill with a sled, either. Maybe one time I'll come here again, and let the children enjoy some winter activities."

The four stood silent for a while.

"Where's Joaquín?"

"In prison. Our husbands got there as well..." sighed Ingrid.

"Oh, my! When can I meet him again? I've come such a long way!"

"Sadly, we don't know that yet." said Prosya, looking at the ground in embarrassment.

After the table was set, all of the guests sat down, preparing to eat their meals. Gintarė took the glass in front of her, putting it close to her mouth.

"Wait, you should wait for Sveta to begin her meal. It's one of those royal protocols." Žydras whispered to her.

"I wasn't going to drink it... I just think it smells weird..." she analysed her glass from every point of view. "Has Sveta begun yet?"

"No, not yet. I think it's rude for us to stare at her like that, though."

Just as Sveta tried to take a sip out of her glass, Gintarė shouted:

"Stop!!! It's poison!"

This caused a commotion, and now the guests became panicked. Gintarė looked around the room suspiciously, so as to find the potential assassin. Soon, some guards closed the doors at the same time, trapping everyone inside. From a corner, upstairs, Maksim emerged, telling those guards who were on his side the following order:

"Initiate the backup plan!"

[batmanisbackfor-revenge]

I should’ve just went straight to the marines after highschool. I’ve done literally nothing with my life since high school. I would’ve been a whole different person right now if my mom actually supported the shit i want to do instead of crying and being scared. Every time i ever want to do something the main person in my way is my fucking mother.

I can’t work a job at 16, couldn’t join the marines, couldn’t move my bitch into my room at 21 years (although it’s fuck that bitch now) , having literally nothing when i was young looking dusty asf at school. Got me living in horrible conditions while u could’ve sold a house and made everyone’s living situation better, ripping up house deeds because ur ego won’t let u accept em.

Im supposed to be here happy and grateful cuz a bitch gave birth to me. Bitch i ain’t ask to be born. U get to fuck with a full blown piece of shit when u were around my age and i can’t do shit because u know what’s best for me. Yet look at my life now i swear this shit is fucking comedy.

Don’t even get me started on my sister. Bitch guna say me and my brother aren’t real men. Like what DO YOU KNOW ABOUT REAL MEN. You think cuz Uve fucked and sucked a bunch of niggas u know what’s a real man. Ur father wasn’t a real man and neither is ur nigga. I’ll be damned if my girl is working paying all the bills and I’m just home all day CHILLING. Even ur grandpa has a kid with another women. Like what real man do u have in ur life to compare us to. And my mom has no problem with them being together.

I’m glad my mom focus in her 50’s is being happy and getting married. I’m about to be 25 and i can’t even remember a time when i was genuinely happy. But I’m a guy it doesn’t matter. Idk what love is I’m just a horny bastard that wanted a bitch to fuck all the time. Cuz i can’t actually love someone. Thanks mom for this wonderful fucking life.

[oflopez-blog1]

counselor olympics → task 002

total questions answered: 150

1. if they were a candle, what scent would they be?

strawberry & candy cane !

2. what female celebrity do they wish was their sister?

1000% lauren jauregui

3. what male celebrity do they wish was their brother?

ooooooooo probably jordan fisher

4. how old do they think they’ll be when they get married?

she hopes around 25 / 26 but she won’t be upset if it takes longer

5. how many countries have they been to?

only the one she currently lives in !

6. what would they name their daughter if they had one?

either sofia or isabella / bella

7. what would they name their son if they had one?

diego !!

8. what was their favorite tv show as a child?

she was only really allowed to watch one show & she picked Spongebob 

9. what language, besides their native language, would they like to be fluent in?

her native language is spanish but she’s also very fluent in english

10. would they ever change their name? if so, to what?

she really loves her name because it’s also her grandmother’s name. I honestly don’t think she’d change it

11. what was the last compliment they got?

“you look so good in yellow”

12. what is their favorite flavor of tea?

CHERRY & ALMOND !

13. how did they find out that santa and the easter bunny weren’t real?

she never really had the chance to believe in them in the first place ? val never celebrated easter & her mom gave her money to buy things for herself during christmas

14. what is their hogwarts house? (recommended: take pottermore quiz)

hufflepuff !!

15. what tarot card are they?

the sun card

16. are they more of a marvel or dc fan?

neither ! she never got the chance to watch them

17. who is their favorite superhero?

probably wonder woman

18. everyone has a song that deeply reminds them of their childhood. what is theirs?

skyscraper by demi lovato

19. what are the meanings of their first, middle, and last name?

valeria  = “to be strong”

rae = ?? ( I couldn’t find the meaning )

lopez = “son of lope”

20. have they ever stolen a street sign before?

nooooooo never

21. what is their biggest pet peeve?

people touching her / walking slow in front of her

22. if they were a month, what month would they be?

I think she’d be the month of May

23. what is their least favorite movie?

friday the 13th

24. what five movies would they bring with them if they were stuck on a deserted island?

a basket of lil snacks

paper + pencils

her anxiety pills

bathing suit

fire starter kit

25. out of all of the late night talk show hosts, who is their favorite?

she doesn’t know any of them !

26. what are three things they are afraid of?

confronting her mother

snakes

super deep water

27. what was the first concert they went to?

she’s never been to one

28. is there a nickname that only their family calls them?

val !

29. what side of the bed do they sleep on?

she has a small bed so she sleeps in the middle

30. what is their favorite comfort food?

definitely bread pudding

31. what award shows do they watch?

her mother used to watch the grammy’s and val would listen in so probably the grammy’s

32. do they have any weird body skills (example: being double jointed)?

she can do that flower thing with her tongue

33. if they drink coffee, what is their coffee order?

she love macchiatos

34. what social media platforms do they have?

all of them but she uses instagram the most

35. are they a cat or dog person?

dogs 10000000000%

36. if they were a supernatural creature, what would they be?

either an elf or a nymph

37. what show are they currently watching on netflix/hulu?

mainly bob’s burgers & the hollow

38. what is their favorite disney movie?

lilo & stitch all the way

39. do they wear any perfume or cologne? 

she wears a pretty citrus-y body mist 

40. what genres of music do they listen to?

mostly pop + acoustic

41. have they ever seen the bee movie?

nO

42. what are their favorite memes?

you died memes

43. what celebrities do they share a birthday with?

brendon urie, saoirse ronan & jennifer morrison

44. what is their moon (zodiac) sign?

cancer

45. which of the seven cardinal sins do they embody the most?

of the 7, she’s probably most like envy because she didn’t experience a childhood worth being happy about & she gets envious of people who did

46. do they watch sports on television? if so what ones?

even if she was allowed to, I don’t think she’d watch sports tbh

47. what do they put on their typical sandwich?

tomatoes, ham and mustard

48. what was the name of their first significant other?

his name was dwight

49. do they care if people think badly of them?

it depends on the day tbh but for the most part, she doesn’t care 

50. what was the last thing that made them cry?

one of the kids told her she was least fun of all the counselors because she was so quiet

51. are they an iphone or samsung user?

iphone ( rose gold with this case )

52. what type of computer do they use (example: apple)?

a mac computer

53. what is one of their nervous habits?

bites the side of her tongue

54. out of all reality shows, which one would they have a chance winning?

big brother 

55. would they ever go bungee jumping or skydiving?

n O omg she’d be way too scared

56. what do they call their grandparents?

abuela + abuelo

57. what do they do when they can’t sleep?

read or scroll through social media or use her ouija board

58. what time do they normally go to bed?

usually around 10pm

59. if they have instagram, what was the last picture that they posted?

this captioned with “lunch is my favourite time of day”

60. if they have twittter, what was the last thing that they tweeted?

“does anyone know where I left my sunscreen?? or can I please borrow someones”

61. who is their otp?

kara + luther from detroit become human

62. do they like sweet, salty, or sour?

sour !!

63. did they play any sports in the past?

she tried to get involved + play soccer but it didn’t end up working out

64. what is their favorite cheesy pick up line?

did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?

65. what tv show or movie is their guilty pleasure?

she loves to watch Nailed It

66. if they were a fruit, what fruit would they be?

honeydew

67. do they sing in the shower?

YES ! she performs

68. what is their favorite type of chips?

sweet chili heat doritos

69. do they drink juice? if so, what is their favorite kind?

she l o v e s fruit punch

70. what is more important to them: power, money, friends, family, love, or fame?

friends + love

71. what does their handwriting look like?

72. do they have reoccurring dreams? if not, what is their most memorable dream?

she doesn’t usually remember her dreams but one that she has never been able to forget is she was sitting at the dinner table during dinner and her father walked in and they had dinner as a family and then a big tornado came and he sacrificed himself for her and he kept saying how much he loved her. she woke up crying

73. if they were a taste, what would it be?

salted caramel 

74. what is one random fun fact about them?

she doesn’t have good memory

75. what is their lucky number?

12 and 34

76. do they have any pets?

no but she really wants to adopt one

77. do they believe in the paranormal or the supernatural?

YES!!!! she does

78. have they ever had any paranormal experiences?

yes, she’s surprisingly had a lot??

79. can they sing or dance?

she’s a great dancer

80. who is the first person they call/text when something exciting happens?

usually theo

81. what is their social media handle?

littlelopez

82. what swear word do they use/like the most?

“shit”

83. what is their ideal first date?

sitting on the beach, watching the sunset + having a nice picnic

84. if they were a type of weather, what would they be?

stormy

85. what is their least favorite holiday?

valentine’s day

86. what is the first thing that they do in the morning?

put on her slippers

87. who is their ultimate celebrity crush?

JESSE WILLIAMS

88. do they usually pay with cash or card?

with cash unless she absolutely has to use her card

89. what was the last thing that they bought?

a new pair of sunglasses

90. are they a good or bad driver?

she’s a decent driver. not the best but not the worst

91. if they could meet one person (from history or currently alive), who would it be?

probably marilyn monroe

92. have they ever gotten into a physical fight?

yes but she didn’t fight back

93. do they prefer pepsi or coke?

she doesn’t like either

94. do they prefer the city or the suburbs?

suburbs 1000000%

95. do they have any special or odd talents?

she........ can eyebrow dance

96. when they were little, what did they want to be when they grew up?

she knew she wanted to help people so either a social worker or a therapist

97. do they have any favorite smells?

she loves the smell of cookies, caramel, vanilla, lavender + green tea

98. if they could visit any place in the world, where would they go?

either italy or france

99. do they wear jewelry?

yes. her father’s old necklace, she never takes it off

100. who is the last person they talked to on the phone?

her grandpa. he wanted to check up on her

101. do they prefer ‘would you rather’ or ‘truth or dare’?

would you rather. truth or dare just makes her ... nervous

102. what has been their favorite halloween costume yet?

when she dressed up as Belle ( from beauty and the beast )

103. do they like horror movies?

she HA T E S them

104. what is their typical breakfast like?

cereal and toast with honey on it

105. are they a netflix or hulu person?

netflix. she probably doesn’t even know what hulu is lMAO

106. do they like to gossip?

not at all. she stays as far away from it as possible

107. if they were a song, what one would they be?

hold on just a little while longer ( idk who originally sings it )

108. what was their best subject in school?

math!!

109. what was their worst subject in school?

she wasn’t very good at gym, mainly due to shyness

110. have they ever met anyone famous?

not yet but she wants to

111. who was their childhood hero?

her grandma :)

112. were any tv shows or movies that they weren’t allowed to watch as a child?

anything horror or that had sexual innuendos or gore

113. what is the strangest thing they have ever eaten?

celery, peanut butter + raisins

114. do they prefer friends or family?

friends, for sure

115. how do they feel about pineapple on pizza?

she doesn’t like pizza so she doesn’t really care for it

116. do they put the milk or cereal in the bowl first?

milk first & then cereal

117. how do they think dogs would wear pants?

option #2. she thinks it would be too hard for dogs to walk if pants were on all 4 of their legs

118. do they believe in luck or fate?

she definitely does

119. do they use emojis when they text?

y e s, all the time

120. who was their favorite character on friends?

she never got the chance to watch it :(

121. what character on friends are they most like?

probably phoebe 

122. would they rather read the books or watch the movies?

read the books 10000%

123. what is their favorite time of day?

evening

124. did they watch the teletubbies as a child? if so, who was their favorite?

as a young kiddo, yes. her favourite was laa-laa

125. do they check the rating (like a rotten tomatoes rating) of a movie before they go and see one?

it doesn’t cross her mind to, especially if she’s excited about the movie

126. do they have any favorite old hollywood movie stars?

umMmM , not really tbh?

127. if they had to live in any other decade, which would they choose?

1950s for sure

128. if they could only listen to five music albums for the rest of their life, which ones would they choose?

confident > demi lovato

red > taylor swift

+ > ed sheeran

you > dodie clark

get weird > little mix

129. do they believe in heaven/hell or reincarnation?

she believes in reincarnation 

130. do they like chewing gum?

she does indeed

131. do they like to go see musicals or plays?

though she has never seen them, she would love to see both of them

132. were they apart of any clubs or teams in high school or college?

she was in a book club for a lot of high school and also the soccer team but she quit shortly after being accepted into the team

133. what was their high school superlative?

math surprisingly

134. are they good at cooking or baking?

she’s super good at baking & decent at cooking

135. could they beat bobby flay?

probably not tbh she’s more of a baker than a cooker

136. do they watch actual television? if so, what channels do they watch?

only cartoons tbh

137. have they ever seen rupaul’s drag race?

no :( she definitely wouldn’t have been allowed to

138. do they prefer pink or yellow lemonade?

definitely pink > yellow

139. could they lip sync for their life?

if she was really passionate about it, Y E S. she would SLAY the house down

140. is their room messy or clean?

clean AF

141. if they were a body part, which one would they be?

hands; she likes hand holding

142. if they were an emotion, what would they be?

anxiety

143. if they were a planet, which one would they be?

pluto :)

144. how would they describe their clothing style?

cute & simple

145. do they shower in the morning or at night?

usually at night. but if she forgot the night before, than she will in the morning

146. do they order regular fries, onion rings, sweet potato fries, or tater tots?

T A T E R  T O T S

147. do they normally wear socks?

yes, she likes wearing mismatched socks

148. do they fear natural disasters?

not really, no !

149. can they ice/roller skate?

she likes to ice skate even though she isn’t very good

150. are they good at video games? 

surprisingly .. yes !! 

[roguetatertot]

Rules: Answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

IDK who to tag. oAo

Tagged by: @kimievii​

What was your last…

1. Drink: Coffee!!!!

2. Phone call:  My mommy about some cute curtains she got for my Grandpa.

3. Text message:  To my brother about my new modem.

4. Song you listened to: Something on Diamond City Radio in Fallout 4...but can’t remember which one it was.

5. Time you cried: Like two weeks ago when I saw something sad on Facebook about a dog’s final day, and then I cried into my dog (who wanted nothing to do with me at the moment....the jerk)

Have you ever…

6. Dated someone twice: Yep. My first boyfriend. He broke up with me on my birthday and then exactly one month later he came crawling back to me.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope.

8. Been cheated on: I’m like 95% certain my first boyfriend cheated on me.

9. Lost someone special: Do pets count?

10. Been depressed: What? Me? Depressed? HAH! (That’s sarcasm btw) 

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope. I don’t like alcohol. 

Fave colours

12. I was so obsessed with turquoise that I got entirely sick of it.

13. My old favorite color used to be red.

14. I really don’t have one right now I guess.

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends: Sadly no. 

16. Fallen out of love: Nope.

17. Laughed until you cried: While watching The Disaster Artist, I think.

18. Found out someone was talking about you: No, but I don’t care if people are anyway.

19. Met someone who changed you: Not in the last year, no.

20. Found out who your friends are: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: Nope.

General

22. How many your Facebook friends do you know irl: Most! I have a few internet friends on there that I’ve never met in real life.

23. Do you have any pets: Three cats, a dog, a turtle, fish, and I dunno if my 2000+ worms count in my compost worm tower?

24. Do you want to change your name: No way. I love my name. Although I would change my surname to be one of the traditional Irish spellings. It got hacked up and changed when my great grandpa came here from Ireland.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: My brother and I are two years and two weeks apart so we celebrated our birthdays together on my birthday. The family gathered here at my house and we ate our favorite childhood meal that my mom used to cook! And we had a huge black forest cake which was sooooo gooooood!

26. What time did you wake up today: 10:30ish

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Beating Fallout 4 (sided with the Railroad). I feel like I should’ve sided with the Institute after all was said and done, but oh well.

28. What is something you can’t wait for: Getting the FUCK out of San Jose, CA. I absolutely ABHOR living here and want to move to Oregon or Washington. This city has gone down hill and is just one giant cesspool of trash and trashy people.

29. What is your favorite animal: It used to be pigs, but I got burnt out from all the piggy things people would give me. I really don’t have a favorite. I love all animals....except sloths. Ugh.

30. What are you listening to right now: I’m listening to my dog panting. We just got done playing fetch in the yard.

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yep! My grandpa’s name was Tom! Tom Tucker. He was a remarkable man and had some fantastic tales of his youth. He once was flying an airplane and thought he spotted a friend fishing down on some docks, so he dropped his cargo of tomatoes on him. Turns out it wasn’t his friend, but the mayor of the town. Oops.

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: The city I live in. It’s so fucking noisy. Car horns, motorcycles, speeding vehicles, sirens....it’s all giving me bad anxiety as of late. I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand any loud noises, or really any noise at all now. Maybe I’m just getting old and grumpy. lol

33. Most visited website: I guess just google to google things. Or maybe Amazon.

34. Hair color: Right now it’s a mix of my natural medium brown with very faded blue and purple streaks. My hairdresser was sick when she bleached my hair and did my color, and so she didn’t do a good job bleaching it at all. It’s uneven and just.....icky right now.

35. Long or short hair: Having had all lengths, I think long hair looks the best on me. I love the ease of short hair, but my hair is so pretty that it’s kind of a waste to have it short.

36. Do you have a crush on someone: Actor Sam Heughan at the moment. But as far as someone I actually have contact with? No, no one. I’ve no interest in having interest, if that makes sense.

37. What do you like about yourself: I guess it’s my McGuyver-like brain. I can come up with some wacky solutions/fixes to issues or problems. 

38. Want any piercings: Nah, I already have enough. In fact, I have three in each ear and I don’t even bother wearing earrings. They’re pointless.

39. Blood type: O+

40. Nicknames: Ziggy, Adriee, Adri, Sissy-Boo, my dad calls me Squirt, and my mom calls me Momma or Mommas. LOL go figure

41. Relationship status: Single and loving it

42. Sign: Pisces

43. Pronouns: she/her, although recently my dad called me Sir for some reason and I was like “Meh cool whatever.”

44. Fave tv show: Bob’s Burgers!

45. Tattoos: I really want one of my kitty’s paw, but I can’t afford it. Nor do I have a design in mind.

46. Right or left handed: Ambidextrous!

47. Ever had surgery: Yup. Microdisectomy on my lumbar spine back in 2009. I actually need orthognathic surgery, but that’s gonna be difficult to have done.

48. Piercings: Three in each ear, and my nose.

49. Sport: Hockey! Baseball is okay too. 

50. Vacation: I really want to go to Scotland, Ireland, and basically all of Scandinavia.

51. Trainers: As in Pokémon or....?

More General

52. Eating: Nothing at the moment. Thinking about raiding my fridge soon.

53. Drinking: Watered down cranberry juice.

54. I’m about watch: IDK not in the mood to watch anything. I’m thinking about firing up Fallout again tho.

55. Waiting for: My workers comp case and Social Security Disability case to come to an end. It’s been going on for seven years and I’m just so over it all.

56. Want: To have my children’s books published. ; u ;

57. Get married: Ew gross no. I honestly can’t picture myself married anymore. That was something younger me used to daydream about, but now that I’m older and much more comfortable with myself, I don’t even entertain the idea. I don’t think I would ever trust anyone to fully love me anyway. 

58. Career: Author. Hopefully a beloved and successful author of a children’s book series.

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses: Neither, thanks. I don’t even really like when my family hugs me.

60. Lips or eyes: Eyes

61. Taller or shorter: I would hope taller, seeing as I’m short enough already as it is.

62. Older or younger: Older

63. Nice arms or stomach: I have a thing for arms.

64. Hookups or relationships: Neither.

65. Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker. I love deviousness.

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger: Gross no.

67. Drank hard liquor: Yes but ew.

68. Turned someone down: Yep, especially when I worked graveyard at Walgreens. :T Got a lot of creepy men asking me out all the time. Shudder.

69. Sex on first date: Hahaha yeah right. I don’t even really like hugging on the first date. LOL About a year ago I went out on a date with some dude off OKCupid and as we were saying goodbye, he leaned towards me while closing his eyes and I just went “NOPE.” and got out of his car.

70. Broken someone’s heart: Probably.

71. Had your heart broken: Yep. Twice. 

72. Been arrested: Not yet, but hey things could happen.

73. Cried when someone died: I cry when fictional characters die, so yes I have cried when actual people have died. 

74. Fallen for a friend: Nope.

Do you believe in

75. Yourself: As in that I exist? Sometimes.

76. Miracles: I’ve been witness to a few strange things happening, so I guess so. 

77. Love at first sight: Hell no, what am I, ten? Love at first sight is not real. It’s infatuation at first sight.

78. Santa Claus: I mean, why not? What’s the harm in entertaining the idea?

79. Angels: In a strictly mainstream religious concept? No.

Misc

80. Eye color: Hazel, gold in certain light.

81. Best friend’s name: Django, my doggie. <3

82. Favorite movie: Pan’s Labyrinth.

83. Favorite actor: Sam Heughan! Nnghgjkhsjdkghsd

84. Favorite cartoon: Toss up between Bob’s Burgers and BoJack Horseman.

85. Favorite teacher’s name: I guess it’d have to be my first grade teacher, Mrs. Little. When I was in the second grade, I would get horrible anxiety when there would be a project (like art or something). I’d cry for some reason, and the teacher got so frustrated with me that one time she kicked me out of the class. Mrs. Little was on a break at the time and so she took me out of school and drove me to her house while she did a quick errand (I’m pretty sure she called my parents and got permission first). She was nice to me and calmed me down. ; u ; Years later I saw her in a clothing store and she recognized me, and was so excited to see me. She told my mom that I was her favorite back then. <3