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Luke Kirby attends the Prime Video 'The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel' Finale Celebration at the Fonda Theater - 22nd May 2023
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The Younger Kind Part 59 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: With your wedding on the horizon, it wasn't the best time for you to question your place with Bradley. But he's always patient, and Noah is perfect, and it doesn't take you long to realize that your husband-to-be is always going to see you in a different way than you see yourself.
Warnings: pregnancy topics, swearing, blowjob smut, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)
Length: 4700 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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Now that you were looking at your wedding dress all spread out on the bed, you were afraid to try it on. It looked too perfect. Pristine and white. It was exactly how you imagined it would be when Natasha convinced you to order it, and it looked like it would fit like a glove over your belly which was starting to grow. But right now, you were feeling so overwhelmed.
With your reduced work hours, you were home alone until Bradley and Noah got back in another hour or so. You had the whole place to yourself to do as you pleased. Plenty of time to try this thing on and send some photos to Natasha for her opinion. Then you could unwind with a glass of juice and a nice shower. But today was starting to feel like one of those days where Bradley's perfect bungalow on the perfect street in Coronado wasn't really where you belonged.
When you felt like you were in control of things, this was your castle. You were Bradley's Princess. You were Noah's Mommy. But today you felt like a fraud. Part of you was missing your little rental house where you could feel small and insignificant. Where you only had to take care of yourself. Were you really going to marry a man over a decade older than you? Were you really capable of raising not just Noah but a baby as well?
Mortification and embarrassment flooded your body as the dress mocked you from its place on the bed. You would never be deserving of anything as perfect as this soft fabric. Or this perfect life. Why did Bradley even want you?
"Princess?"
You didn't hear him come in, but now you heard his heavy footfalls as his boots met the hallway floor. He was headed for the bedroom, and you were in tears, staring at the dress. You managed to throw the bedding and pillows on top of it as Bradley entered the room.
"There you are. I was calling your name," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind and letting his hands rest on your belly.
His touch was everything you always wanted, and he hadn't seen your tears yet. You tried to pull it together as you whispered, "Actually, you were calling my nickname."
"Same thing," he whispered, his nose pressed to your neck.
"You're home early," you said, wiping your eyes. "Did you pick Noah up?"
"Not yet," he said, trying to spin you around to face him. "I thought I'd pick you up first and see if you wanted to go out to dinner after we get him. And maybe we can hit the mall so you can help me choose something to wear for that minor, little occasion that's just around the corner also known as our wedding."
You tried to fight against his grasp on your shoulders, but he spun you easily in place. You'd been too slow to remove all traces of your tears and worry, and his face fell when he looked at you. "Sorry," you whispered. "I'm just having a weird day."
"What's wrong?" he demanded softly, his grip on your hips tightening as his eyes dipped down to your belly.
"We're fine," you whispered, wishing you could convince him that was true.
"Something's bothering you," he said, his brown eyes meeting yours. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No." Then you started crying as he collected you against his rough flight suit. "You didn't do anything wrong. I don't even know what's wrong! I just don't belong here."
You felt his body go rigid as he held you impossibly tighter. This time he did use your actual first name, and you had to force yourself to meet his eyes. He looked concerned as he asked, "You don't think you belong here? With me? I love you."
But you just shook as tears streamed down your face. You didn't know how to say what you were feeling, so you just started talking through your sobs. "It's perfect though. You know that, right?" you asked, gasping for air as he looked at you in silence. "Your house and your son, and all of it. Everything here is perfect, Bradley. And the wedding dress arrived," you sobbed, gesturing to where there was some white fabric peeking out from the bedding. "And even it's perfect, and I just feel like a fraud. Like I'm inserting myself where I don't even belong. And I don't know how to be a mom."
You had your face buried against his chest, and he let you cry. He didn't say a word, and you weren't sure if that was better or worse right now. He just rubbed his hands in slow circles along your back until you were able to swallow and take some deep breaths. Then he guided you back so you were sitting on the edge of the bed next to the messy bedding, and he knelt down in front of you. His big hand came up to your cheek, and he swiped away some of your tears as he spoke.
"If anything here seems perfect, I can assure you it's because you're here now. It feels perfect to me, too, but it didn't always."
You swallowed hard, letting him trace your bottom lip with his thumb as you whispered, "It didn't?"
Bradley shook his head, his brown eyes wide and sincere. "No. It never felt like this before I met you. You showed up and made everything better until it was perfect. It happened slowly, but I could feel something shift right from the start. Each day got better after Noah fell in love with having you here. And after I'd known you for just a few weeks, I never wanted you to leave."
"After just a few weeks?" you asked as his hands and voice soothed you.
"Yeah," he replied softly. "I knew it. I'm sorry you had to put up with so much shit before we got to the point where it felt perfect, but I knew I wanted you with us. And then I needed you with us. And now I need you to understand that you belong here as much as Noah and I do."
"And Skittles."
The pup popped out of her bed and ran over as soon as you said her name, but Bradley kept his eyes on your face. "Always Skittles. And I hate to break it to you, Princess, but you already are a mom. So stop lying and saying you don't know how to be one. You are Noah's mom, and he's happier than I've ever seen him."
You closed your eyes and let all of his words fade into you. "But the baby will be different," you whispered even as you understood that you did know what to do. You handled kids and babies all day long at work, and you did it with care even though they weren't your own. And you did love Noah like he was yours. "But I think I can do it."
When you slipped off the bed and into Bradley's arms, he cupped your face in those hands and examined you closely. "You're not gonna be doing anything alone, Princess. I'm right here."
You nodded and breathed him in, and you already felt better knowing that this house and Bradley and Noah weren't as perfect unless you were here with them. "Can we go pick Noah up and just come back here for the night? I think I feel better, but I just want to relax."
"Anything you want," Bradley promised, and you let your arms go around his neck so he could help you to your feet. "We can come right back here, where everything feels perfect thanks to you."
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Bradley wasn't sure exactly what upset you so much earlier, but after you took a shower and ate dinner, he sent you and Noah to the couch to watch Mickey Mouse cartoons. When you paused in the doorway, you reached for him, and he went right to you with a soft kiss. You were wearing his sweatpants and an old tee shirt, and you belonged here. He didn't know how else to make you see that. But you seemed to understand it deep down where it mattered.
"I feel better," you whispered as he kissed your cheek. "My hormones are all over the place, and I'm always tired, but I do feel better. Thank you for being patient."
He was about to tell you that you didn't have to thank him for that when Noah called out. "Mommy? Are you coming?"
A beautiful smile found your lips as Bradley said, "You belong here."
You nodded and turned toward the living room, leaving him in the kitchen to clean up. But he didn't want to have it any other way. He promised you he'd take care of everything around here, and that included wedding planning and decorating for Christmas. One problem was the fact that he barely had any decorations, because he barely had time to do anything before you. The other problem was that you were clearly worn out this week after Disneyland, but he needed your input for the rest of the planning.
After loading the dishwasher, Bradley paused and decided to make you some decaffeinated coffee in his Aviators Look Down on Others mug with an extra dollop of French vanilla creamer. He let it cool on the counter for a few minutes while he wiped down the table, and then he took a sip for himself before heading into the living room. Noah was curled up on your lap, and your fingers were gliding gently in his hair as the two of you watched your show together.
"This is where you belong," he whispered, and you turned to look at him.
"I know," you said with a soft smile.
Bradley snuggled in carefully next to you and handed you the mug, and soon Noah started to fall asleep. When your head came to rest on his shoulder, Bradley said, "How do you feel about me asking Amelia if she can babysit Noah on Saturday so I can take you on a date?"
"A date?" you asked softly.
"Mmmm," he hummed. "Maybe go old school and do dinner and a movie. Something other than pizza and an animated classic. Actually leave the house and stay out past eight o'clock."
You laughed softly as Bradley pushed Noah's soft curls back from his forehead. "You do like to go old school, Daddy."
He rolled his eyes but smiled. "So is that a yes?"
"That's a hell yes," you replied. "A date with my hot baby dad sounds nice. And thanks for letting me have a freak out earlier." You looked up at him with his mug in your hands and his son sprawled halfway across your lap. "I love you, too. And I'm totally ready to get married."
He let your words settle in his mind. There was so much to do. The extra bedroom still needed some work if it was to become the nursery. There were still a few things to finalize for the wedding. But he wanted to do all of it, and that included enjoying every moment with you.
"Well that's good, because I'm totally ready to get married to you, Baby." He kissed your forehead and said, "I'll carry Noah to bed, and then I'll text Amelia and Penny."
When he stood with Noah curled up against his chest, you got to your feet as well, and Bradley's heart leapt as you told him, "I think I feel like trying on my wedding dress now."
"Yeah? You need any help with that?"
You shook your head and stretched, and the soft swell of all your curves was accentuated by your bump. You kissed him softly like he wasn't completely entranced by you. Like he wasn't aching to tuck Noah in and follow you to the bedroom.
"I think I'll keep it a surprise. You can see it on me in a few weeks," you said with a little smirk as he started following you toward the bedrooms.
Every mention of the wedding left him throbbing for you. When you started to close the bedroom door behind you, Bradley said, "As soon as you're undressed again and in bed, you let me know, and I'll be right in."
"Yes, Daddy."
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As Bradley pulled the Bronco out of the driveway, you waved to Noah and Amelia on the porch. Bradley let you pick the spot for dinner, but he said he was in charge of the movie. Then he mentioned something special that he wanted to get on the way there.
"What's the special surprise?" you asked several times as he drove. "You're just teasing me at this point."
He gave you side eye and reached for your hand. "Thought you liked that sort of thing."
You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing and encouraging him. "I like it when you do it in bed a lot more."
He hummed like he was mulling over your words. "Then consider this some quality foreplay: you'll learn what the special surprise is when we get there, and not a moment before."
You moaned like you were in pleasure, and you felt the Bronco jerk a little to the right as Bradley's hand tightened around your fingers. You burst out laughing and looked over at him. "I love it when you talk Daddy to me. Oops, I mean talk dirty."
"You keep moaning like that, and I'll drive off the damn road," he muttered, checking the mirrors and changing lanes.
When he turned right and drove a block, you saw Sweet Dreams Bakery. "Oh, wait," you said, pointing out the window. "That's where you got the princess crown donuts!"
Bradley pulled past and found a spot where he could parallel park. "Yeah, and we can stop later after we buy the special items."
"Oh, we're shopping now?" you asked, happy you brought your credit card along to keep teasing him.
"We are," he confirmed, and when he helped you down from the Bronco, you realized he parked right outside a jewelry store. He led you inside and said, "Shopping for our wedding bands."
You wrapped your arms around his waist, and bounced up and down a bit. You had been making yourself giddy over the idea of Bradley wearing a ring. He was literally letting you stake your claim with something visible, and if your moan in the Bronco was intended to wind him up, the one that just escaped you was one hundred percent authentic.
"Daddy."
His dark eyes were locked onto your lips as he whispered, "Behave."
A sales clerk with a bright smile was headed your way, and Bradley squeezed your hip in warning when she said, "Hi, Mr. Bradshaw."
You looked at Bradley with raised brows. How many times had he been here that they remembered him. "Are you here to pickup your special order?"
"Special order?" you asked as Bradley's cheeks grew pink.
"Uh, we're here to pick out weddings bands," he said, avoiding your eyes.
"Perfect," said the sales clerk, and she was immediately leading the way over to a display case. You were ready to dig your feet in and demand more information about Bradley's special order and why they knew him by name here, but he took you by the hand and tugged you gently along.
You pressed your lips together to keep quiet as you remembered that Casey lived in this neighborhood; you were really starting to dislike the idea of Bradley hanging around here when your eyes settled on a tray of men's wedding rings. "Oh," you said softly.
Bradley kissed your temple and whispered, "Tell me which ones you want me to try on for you, Princess."
You pointed to the plain band right in the middle, and you knew before he even put it on that it was going to be perfect. He picked it up with his right hand and slid it onto his left ring finger. It was a little thicker than a traditional band, and once he had it on, he held his hand up for your inspection.
"It's perfect," you told him, your voice a little breathless.
"You want me to try on any others?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.
You kissed the edge of his mustache, letting your body clench at the rough feel of it. "No."
"You sure?" he whispered.
"Yes."
He removed the ring and handed it to the woman who worked there. "This one," he told her while he kept his eyes on you. "It's perfect."
When it was your turn to try some on, Bradley stood behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder. You started to reach for the plain bands that would match with your enormous diamond ring, but Bradley said, "What about one like that? With the little diamonds that go all the way around?"
It was gorgeous. You should have known he'd point out something spectacular looking when you considered how pretty your engagement ring was. "Bradley, it probably costs ten times more than the plain one. Besides, the plain one kind of looks like yours."
When you glanced at him over your shoulder, you were met with those Bradshaw brown eyes that you couldn't seem to say no to. "Humor me?"
So you slid it on with a soft sigh, because it was incredible. "I do like it," you told him, trying to take it off again, but he stopped you with both of his hands.
"Then we should get it."
You tore your gaze away from him and asked the woman, "What's the price difference?"
"Please don't tell her that." You turned back to Bradley to glare at him, but of course you didn't get an answer about the price. He had the upper hand in this store. "If the price didn't matter, would you want this one?" he asked you, tapping the ring where it was still sitting on your finger.
"Maybe," you whispered. "But the plain one is just as-"
"You're not plain. You're a Princess."
The kiss you gave him was a little indecent, but you didn't really care. He slid the ring from your finger as you tasted his mouth, and you assumed he gave it to the saleswoman so he could buy it for you. You just didn't want to let go of him as his big hands moved down your sides to your belly, and then he broke the kids.
"I would get you anything you want," he whispered, his lips ghosting along yours. "Same goes for both of my kids. Now let's get dinner before we miss the movie."
You tried to pay with your credit card, but this time he shook his head and told you to put it away. The woman was discreet when she ran his card, and then she handed Bradley a bag way bigger than was necessary for two, small rings.
"Is there something for me in the bag besides the wedding band?" you asked, trying to grab it when he led you back outside.
"Maybe," he muttered. "How about you stop asking about it, and I'll buy you some donuts."
Your stomach growled pleasantly at the thought. "Great idea. We can have dessert before dinner and the movie."
Bradley smirked. "And then after the movie, we can have another round of dessert."
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Bradley couldn't get enough of watching you eat your dinner with your hand occasionally pressed to your belly as you chatted away. He wasn't too concerned about the way you'd been overwhelmed to the point of tears a few days ago. You were tired and pregnant and working and busy being a Mom to Noah. Your hormones were changing again after the progesterone shots ended, and he knew it was a lot. Honestly, it was a lot for him to process, too.
But tonight you looked like you always did. Young and perfect and vibrant as you told him a story about something that happened at work. You ate and ate, picking up another piece of garlic bread after you told him you were getting full.
"If you're still hungry, we can always skip the movie," he mused, and you paused as you ran the last bit of bread through the sauce on your plate.
"Oh my goodness," you said, eyes wide. "I didn't know I was basically inhaling my food."
He just shrugged as he said, "Well, you are gaining weight."
A smile found your lips, and then they were twitching before you started laughing. "Wow, Bradley. You got all the smooth lines. It's a wonder none of your app dates were successful."
He hooked your feet with his under the table as you tried to stop laughing. "That was entirely your fault. It had nothing to do with my lines, because I wasn't trying very hard. And you're supposed to be gaining weight."
You were still grinning as you said, "Once again, coming in hot with the seduction."
You were still teasing him when he signed the credit card receipt and stood. He helped you to your feet and said, "Maybe I was just saving all my worst lines to use on you. Make sure you really love me. You ever think of that, Princess?"
"It worked," you told him. "I actually do love you. And I especially can't wait for you to start wearing your wedding band." You gasped as he held the restaurant door open for you. "What are we going to do for music for the wedding? We don't have a wedding band."
"Oh," he said with a laugh. "I made a playlist."
"You made a playlist?"
"Yeah, you wanna hear it while I drive to the movie theater?"
He handed you his phone and let you start up the playlist. The first song was okay. So was the second one. You skipped along a few more songs, and then you looked at him while he drove and said, "It's all your old people music."
"Damn. Who's being rude now?" he laughed.
"It's just that it's all from the '80s!"
"So am I."
"Bradley! Be so serious!"
"What? You know how old I am."
"I'm adding some things to the playlist, and if I find the Electric Slide in here, I'm deleting it."
Bradley ran his palm across his mouth and said, "There's my little brat."
You sat up straighter in your seat, clearly proud of yourself as you tapped away on his phone screen. It was so hard to surprise you; the way you reasoned through things was exquisite. He should have known you'd call him out on the extra item from the jewelry store, and now you were glancing out the window as he pulled past the movie theater.
"Throwback '80s night?" you said, reading the marquee out loud. "Bradley Bradshaw!"
"Okay, fine," he said, parking and killing the engine. "I'm old, and I like old shit. But really, the movie selection was just for you, Princess."
You turned and looked at the marquee again as it changed to show the retro film of the night. "Adventures in Babysitting!"
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Bradley pulled some of the cash from the spot behind the TV and gave it to Amelia as she collected her belongings. She and Noah made some art projects together which she said were drying on the kitchen table, and once again, she offered to watch him anytime.
"He's the sweetest little guy," she promised as her eyes dipped down to your belly. "But you'll have to pay me more to watch two."
"We can negotiate your rate when the time comes," Bradley said with a laugh while he opened the front door.
"Deal."
She walked along the path to her parked car, and Bradley made sure it started up before he shut the door. He was turning the lock as he asked, "Did you like the movie?" But then his hand froze when he realized where your fingers were.
"I did," you promised, pulling his jeans zipper down over his considerable bulge. He wasn't even hard yet, but you were already so turned on. "Wanna go on your own adventure? With your former babysitter?"
You weren't subtle as you looked up at him and licked your lips, tugging him gently toward the couch. "If I ever say no to you, then there's something seriously wrong with me," he groaned, letting you pull his jeans and underwear down so his soft length hung out from beneath his shirt.
When he dropped down onto the cushion, you dragged his jeans down to his calves so he could spread his legs open a little wider. You kissed his tip and he made a soft sound at the back of his throat as he started to get hard. You dragged your hands up and back down his full length, keeping your eyes locked on his. "Hi, Daddy," you whispered before dragging your tongue along the pretty bead of his precum, enjoying the way he throbbed.
"Hi, Princess," he managed as you smiled up at him. His voice sounded strained as you moved slowly and meticulously, stroking him until he was rock hard.
Right before you took him between your lips, you said, "We're getting married." You smiled around his length as he whined your name, and you let him thrust until he tapped the back of your throat. Then you sucked along his length, inch by inch, until he popped free from your lips, and you whispered, "And we're having a baby."
His fingers found your cheek, his skin a little rough against your face as you rested your head on his thigh. Bradley's eyes were glued to yours, watching you with wide pupils as you lazily kitten licked his cock and stroked his balls with your thumb. "You look so pretty like this," he rasped, and you kissed him before continuing with your little licks. "You're gorgeous when you're driving me out of my mind."
You giggled softly, and his cock throbbed against your lips. "I like teasing you."
Bradley grunted, his fingers tipping your chin up as he said, "I can fucking tell. And you can tease me all you want as long as you suck me off in the living room for the rest of my life."
You licked his length and whispered, "I'll put it in my wedding vows." Then he guided your parted lips around his cock again, and he moaned in satisfaction as you took him deep.
His stamina was commendable like always. You gagged yourself on him over and over until your saliva was dripping down your chin and his balls. You gripped at his thighs as he thrust up to meet you with his fingers gentle on your face. And all the while, he words were sweet in comparison to the rough hairs rubbing your lip and the tears burning your eyes.
"You're perfect, Baby. Can't get enough. Gonna marry you... my beautiful Princess."
When he finally came, you were sputtering and practically in tears before scrambling up onto his lap as he told you he loved you. Bradley's hands found your belly as you kissed him.
"I love you too, Daddy," you whispered before he dipped his tongue between your lips to taste himself. Soon you and he would be married. You were pregnant and exhausted and letting him do most of the planning, but it would be great. No matter what happened on your wedding day, it would be perfect. You'd have Bradley and Noah as your family. The baby was healthy. You didn't want to overthink how you belonged here and fit with them. You knew that you did, even when it was hard to see yourself the way Bradley always seemed to. You snuggled against him and said, "I think you're perfect, too."
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I love this family. The next chapter was originally going to be their wedding, but I got some asks about Bradley's bachelor party, and well now I'm intrigued. So there may be one more chapter than I anticipated! If you have DILF Bradley bachelor party thoughts, please let me know. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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nanami kento x reader | drabble
coney island. where did my lover go?
"𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲."
ᰔ pairing. husband nanami x wife reader (f)
ᰔ summary. you're sitting on a bench in coney island, the place you and nanami met all those years ago, to talk about where your relationship went wrong. heavily inspired by the song "coney island" by taylor swift from her album 'evermore'
ᰔ warnings/tags. some pretty heavy angst. mention of blood/wounds.
ᰔ word count. 1.3k
a/n. hellooo i just had an itching to write something angsty, and i came up with something while listening to music. hope you enjoy :')
you're sitting on a bench in coney island, wondering why nanami hasn't arrived by your side yet.
pulling back the sleeve of your blouse, you glance at your watch. the evening has settled in, and it was well past the time the two of you had agreed to meet. here, where everything began all those years ago. this place, where your soul has been left to bleed dry.
it was nanami who told you not to feed the ducks any bread. before you knew him, that was all you would do. white milk bread, torn apart into pieces, tossed into the pond in front of this bench for the quacking ducks to feed on with delight. but nanami told you that's not right. he told you that the ducks cannot digest the bread the same way that you and him do. you can relate to the ducks today, unable to absorb and understand the pain within you, and in a blink of an eye, that pain takes a seat next to you.
"hello, sweetheart," nanami says, voice soft as it always is. his familiar stature is beside you in your periphery.
your eyes flicker to your watch once more. "you're late, ken."
"i know," is all he says. "forgive me?"
you do.
"i thought you were lost somewhere," you tell him, the thought sending a shiver through you. or perhaps it was the cold.
"i wasn't lost. i could never be lost, coming to this place," he assures. you glance at the skin on his hands. he looks pale, like he hasn't seen the sun in days.
you still wonder if he's lost. you wonder if that man you loved was still out there somewhere, simply wandering, trying to find his way back to you. but the disappointment is palpable, and when you close your eyes tight, the chill of the air once again bites through your bones to silence all your hope.
"i looked for you everywhere. do you know that?" you say to him. "at the park entry, across the field. by the church. i even walked by the merry-go. and i cried when i couldn't see you standing there to watch me on the blue pegasus."
from the corner of your eye, you see him turn his head to glance at you. you can see he's wearing a grey suit, the same one he wore exactly one year ago today. the one you said goodbye to him in. "it's been a long time, love. i'd wish you would let those memories go."
"we were supposed to be married forever," you barely whisper, glancing down at your ring still adorning your left hand. your eyes flicker to his hand, and the absence of the silver promise on his finger makes your soul sulk. "you've moved on from me, haven't you?"
nanami rubs his left finger with his thumb, like the sensation of the ring was a phantom limb. "i have. and i want you to move on from me as well. one day, you'll be too old to care. so don't spend another moment of your youth thinking about me."
your youth was him, from the day you met him on this bench. sprawled across it on a warm summer tuesday, reading your paperback of les misérables that had a worn out spine, gust of wind peeling a sticky note away from the page and delivering it to the front of this tall, handsome man that was walking by. he had bent down to pick it up for you, and curiously chose to read it first before handing it back. 'to love or have loved, that is enough' it said, one of your favorite quotes from the book. you didn't know what it meant at the time, but you knew what it meant now.
"were we just fools, ken?" you ask him out of nowhere. "if i had tried harder, could we have still been together? if i had let you know what it takes to be by my side, would you have still chosen to fall in love with me in the first place? how can i shake the thought that this was all a mistake?"
he shifts in his seat beside you. you still can't brave yourself to look at him. you haven't looked him in the eyes once this entire time. and you register that there's no heat from his body, leaving you feeling barren and cold.
"i would've loved you in any lifetime. there is nothing you could have done that would've kept me away," he tells you.
"so then you'll haunt me in every lifetime, too?" you ask. "a universe away from here, i'll still see your face everywhere i go?"
"no. i agreed to meet you here today to tell you that it's finally time for you to forget. those dreams of ours, of suburban holidays and tiny fingers, they can belong to someone else," he says to you, "they should belong to someone else."
you shake your head, feeling tears prickle in your eyes. christmas, winter snow, the oaky warmth of the fireplace. fresh spring air, wildflower blossoms, trees turned lush and new. salty air, summer breeze, mist of sprinklers over brown grass and skin. but by the time autumn came, there was nothing left but heartache.
"what if i asked for your forgiveness?" you say. your hands play with the bag of white bread in your lap. you thought he would scold you for it, for not remembering the wellbeing of the ducks, but truthfully you had simply forgotten. because it was like you were the version of yourself before meeting him, and you needed him to save you again.
"there's nothing to forgive," he replies. his voice is hoarse, like he's running out of air to breathe as the sun begins to set over the horizon. like this time spent together was something bought, not gifted.
"i'm sorry," you say, because you felt like you needed to say those words. "i'm sorry for how mean i was to you the last time we spoke. i don't know what got over me, but i really wish you had just stayed." your eyes prick with tears as you stare down at your lap. "i wish you weren't so quick to leave my side, even though i told you to go."
nanami places a hand over yours. you finally notice the scars and open cuts, fresh with blood. "i know, darling. as much as it troubled me to leave, i didn't want to stay and hurt you anymore."
you felt suffocated. "if i could turn back time, i would. i would go back to that moment, last week. and i would tell you to stay, so that i could've had you for the rest of a lifetime."
his thumb runs circles over the skin of your hand, but the movement is rigid and stiff. "was it last week?"
"it was." you're not mistaken, but he will try to convince you otherwise.
"i don't think so, darling."
"it was last week."
"it's been much longer than that. fifty-two fold longer."
yes. today was the anniversary. of when you buried him in the grey suit that he wears right now.
"you see my face wherever you go, hm?" nanami says to you as the tears begin to freely flow down your face. "well, when i got into the accident, the last sight that flashed before me was your face. i'm happy. i'm so happy that the last person i thought of was you."
blinking, wet drops falling onto his pale hand in your lap. "you should've stayed," you whisper. "that night, you should've just stayed with me. i would've said sorry, and i would've loved you forever."
you're sitting on a bench in coney island, wondering where your lover went. because when the sun dips underneath the horizon, his hand disappears from your lap, and you finally turn your head to look at him. but he's gone.
and when you blink the blur of salty tears from your eyes, you realize you were never sitting on that bench, waiting for him. you were standing in front of his gravestone, hoping that he'll talk to you again someday.
a/n. gege would love this one
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STRIKERMAN
Sae, Shidou, Nagi, Reo
In which i write scenarios of you and the boys both being spiderman. Fem! Spiderman! Reader
cw: mention of feet in sae's, shidou being as foul as ever (what's new), suggestive, reo and shidou trynna rizz y/n up fr, maybe ooc reo, implied reader is shorter than shidou ….is it bad that the only spiderman i’ve seen is the two spiderverse movies?💀
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You were sitting on Sae's couch, your legs flung over said man's shoulders who was sitting on the floor in front of you with his back against the couch. You were both clad in your suits but with no masks on.
"How'd you think your fans would react if I took a picture of you right now painting another woman's nails", you poked at his head, running a hand through his hair.
He dipped the brush into the white nail polish once again and added a second coat onto your toe.
"You've got fans too. I'm sure i'd make good money out of selling your feet pics", he retorted.
You smacked his head repeatedly, cringing at the sheer thought of him doing that. Despite the fact that it hasn't even happened yet (nor will it ever happen on your watch) you could still feel the embarrassment. "I'd be mortified! Please don't ever do that", you pleaded.
"Alright, alright. You're about to concuss me", he took a hold of your wrist and quickly laid a small kiss on your gloved wrist.
"I would never do that...probably".
"Hey!".
You stretched the neck of his suit out, catching a glimpse of the hickeys littered on the back of his neck from your earlier makeout session before snapping it back against his skin.
He hissed in pain and rubbed the back of his neck, turning around and giving you a scowl. A fake one. He wasn't really upset about it.
Once you noticed he was done painting your nails, you brought your legs down from over his shoulders and leaned his head backwards so that his head was in between your thighs as you cradled his cheeks in your palms.
"On second thought, I should've taken the picture...I want all of your fans to know you're mine", you grinned, soaking in his blue eyes that were curtained with long lustrous eyelashes.
"I wouldn't give any other woman the time of day anyway, you know that", he said. "Besides we can't reveal our identities...idiot", he flicked your forehead.
"Oh right!", you laughed sheepishly.
A harsh slap to your ass and you already knew who the culprit was.
You turn around with a scowl on your face as you rubbed a soothing hand against your ass. That would definitely leave a mark.
"I come here to think and now I've lost my train of thought because of you!".
"You look so hot today, I couldn't help myself", he shrugged his shoulders.
You folded your arms against your chest.
"We're wearing the same damn thing, slap your own ass", you retorted. You shook your head and sat down against the ledge. "Im seriously gonna take up Rin's offer of getting you a damn cage", you spat.
Shidou had a frown on his face now from hearing…..his name.
He looked down at you. "You talk to that loser?".
You didn't respond. Shidou poked at your side with his foot. You merely kept ignoring him.
Shidou chuckled under his breath, taking a seat next to you.
"Y'know you're really hot when you're mad at me".
Nothing. Not even a reaction.
He narrowed his eyes and reached out to your face, taking your mask off. It was only fair he catch a glimpse of your face since he took his off ages ago.
An amused grin grew on Shidou's face when he feasted his eyes on your flustered face.
He chuckled lowly. "Did I really get you this worked up? Little ol' me?", he teased.
You reach over to get your mask back from him. "Give it back!", he did exactly the opposite.
He got up and held the mask over his head, using his height and build as an advantage. You got up after him, trying to get it back as you went on your tiptoes and held you arm up a high as you can.
Shidou glanced at your unimpressed glare on your face and your chest against his, feeling a sense of superiority wash over him.
He leaned down and kissed you lips, his hand coming to the back of your head and pushing your body flush against his once again.
He bit on your lip softly, causing your grip on his chest to tighten. He pulled away a bit, but his lips were still very close to yours.
"You're strange", you said against his lips.
He pecked your lips once more before placing you mask over your head. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy that", he snickered.
You shot some webs from your wrist, one going around his wrists and his legs, causing him to fall back onto the ground.
"Wow Y/n I never knew you were into this kinda thing~", he taunted at which you gritted your teeth at his annoying personality.
"Shut up! And stop using my real name", you muttered, walking closer to the ledge preparing to ditch Shidou and jump off until he told you to wait.
"What now?".
"Day 16 of asking you to sit on my face?".
"Absolutely not".
You hated when interviewers and reporters crowded you whenever you finish defeating a tough enemy.
Couldn't they understand that it was exhausting and you needed space to at least breathe??
You swung between a few structures before landing in a quiet alleyway and slid your suit off your shoulders and out of your arms, taking the bandage wrap you stole from one of the ambulances on sight and used it to wrap the wound on your arm.
"You hurt yourself every time", a voice chimed in.
You looked up and were startled by Nagi's face who was very much in your personal space. He was hanging upside down from a building and you backed away a bit.
"And you show up after the fight every time", you rolled your eyes playfully.
"I was asleep and getting up was a hassle", he yawned.
"You said that the last time too", you finished wrapping your arm and put on your suit fully again.
You walked closer to him again and pinched his cheeks, stretching and pulling them.
"Your Spiderman now, not just Nagi Seishiro", you giggled.
"Mmm. Spiderman needs a kiss", he looked down at your lips which were upturned into a smile.
You tilted your head. "Does Spiderman need a kiss? Or is it actually Sei that wants one?".
"Both".
You chuckled and leaned closer to his lips. Nagi beat you to the punch and seized your lips before you could do just that. His kiss was needy, he did everything in his power to deepen it, pushing his head closer to yours if that was even possible, cradling your head in his free hand. You were starting to think he was a better kisser when he was upside down.
You parted your lips from his, Nagi chasing you lips for more as he came down and held your waist.
"One more for Sei", he muttered. "That one was for Spiderman".
"That stupid Reo", you muttered from the top of a building as you looked down upon the purple haired man helping the civilians out from the rubble.
"Stupid stupid Reo", you continued. "Always stealing my spotlight".
Suddenly you heard a voice from behind you.
"Who's stupid?".
Your shoulders jerked up and you turned your head sharply, being startled by that voice you were very much familiar with.
You scowled. "How the hell did you get up here so fast??"
Reo puffed out his chest proudly. "Magic".
You rolled your eyes— even though he couldn't see it— and hopped onto various buildings. You were ready to go home and go to sleep.
"There can't be two spidermans around here", you spoke loudly because you knew he wasn't far behind you. Reo had a habit of following you around like a lost puppy.
"There isn't two spidermans silly", he chuckled. "I'm spiderman and you're spiderwoman".
"No no. I'm also spiderman. I always knew you weren't— ".
You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face Reo who wasn't able to stop in time, resulting in him clashing into you and the both of you falling back off the building.
You both yelped, thinking of ways to stop yourselves from plummeting to your deaths.
Unfortunately, both you and Reo's first thought was to shoot two webs at the buildings to your left and to your right.
The reason why it was unfortunate was because your webs got tangled up and you two ended up slamming into each other, bodies right up against each other and webs tangled around you two.
If any civilians were to decide to look up at the sky, they would certainly think they were gone crazy.
"...A feminist", you finished your previous sentence and gave Reo and unimpressed look. "Is this your way of flirting?", you deadpanned.
"Is it working?".
"No".
"Then I guess it's not", Reo sighed.
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a/n: spider man nagi is definitely my favourite, lmk yall’s favourite 😌 also let’s take a minute to appreciate this fanart (sshiroixx on twitter)
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❧ 11. 2009 Disney
❧ Masterlist - Previous - Next
❧ A/N: SO this took a very long time, IM SORRY.
"Wow, it actually smells normal in here."
"This is an academy arena, y/n. Not a stinky high school gym."
The latter portion of the statement was accompanied by a disapproving head shake by the white-haired soccer player. As you battled the urge to flick him, a playful squint was provided in return.
Of course, you knew that much. But it was the first time you had entered a sports arena without being met with a ghastly odour.
"Can you two pause the bickering? I want to find good seats." Reo had purposefully maintained a distance from the pair and elected to lead the charge. The match was scheduled to start in an hour, meaning they would have the first pick at seats.
Over the last few weeks, Reo had developed an attachment to some of the volleyball players - specifically Kuroo and Bokuto. Although goofy at times, the duo embodied brotherly love. Accordingly, he was excited to see them engaged in the sport of their choosing.
"Dude, are you a fanboy or what?" It was natural for Nagi to shift his attention to his best friend when given an "unreasonable" request. "Because why do you look more excited to be here than your sister."
"Shut up, man." The purple-haired boy waved off the comments with a gentle hand gesture. Though, he could see you clenching your jaw from the side of his eye.
"What does that mean? I do not know what you are insinuating, but I am here for my best friend Oikawa Tooru! That's it." A tiny huff accompanied your declaration, but the younger boy only snickered in response.
"Left side or right side?" The inquiry was posed out loud, but it was mostly for himself. "Right side, yeah. Closer to our home team." Reo made the decision unilaterally, before proceeding down the stairs towards the front row. This time, he did not bother to glance back at the two individuals he had entered with. They would find him again at some point. Evidently, his priorities were different than yours.
"We'll see who you actually came for soon enough, little miss." A wiggle was delivered to Nagi's eyebrows as he slipped past you before jogging to catch up to Reo.
You were about to proclaim your innocence again to the disinterested boy when a gentle hand tapped your shoulder. The sudden contact prompted you to straighten your spine on instinct. Interactions with unknown parties would activate performer y/n - it was a habit you were striving to break.
But the second you shifted your body to acknowledge your captor, a strange sense of relief flooded your body and silenced the sirens ringing in your head.
It was the first time you had experienced such a reaction to someone who wasn't your brother, Nagi or Oikawa.
Strange.
"Looks like the ice princess made it." The black-haired male displayed a flashy grin while resting his hands against his hips. "You're even dressed in our school colours. Who knew you had so much school spirit."
"If you're trying to hurt my feelings, I'd suggest you try harder." It was clear he was teasing you without any malicious intentions, and yet you could not bite back a snarky retort. "I guess you might feel threatened, as these colours suit me much better."
A sharp glance was administered from the bottom of his shoes, until the pointed tip of his hair. The judgment was evident in how your eyelids were drooped, but the truth was...
He looked ... attractive. The school tracksuit suited him far too much for your liking. In fact, he could even pass for a damn model. You would know - as you've met hundreds since you were a child. That being said, you would never in your wildest dreams, admit such a thought.
"You know, I think we can both agree on that." Kuroo lowered his voice just a smidge as he took in your figure with an appreciative nod. The gesture communicated defeat with no hostility. As if he was content with you outshining him.
It made your stomach churn with an unrecognizable feeling. Just when did your insides turn into a damn washing machine?!
With a quick shake of your head, you mentally banished the sensations filling your body. Kuroo simply exhaled a chuckle, seemingly knowing your inner conflict.
"Bangs, don't you have a game to warm up for?" Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, your gaze was cast to the empty volleyball court below. Maintaining eye contact with a sly cat was no longer viable. "We don't need any unnecessary accidents on the court. So I'd suggest you go."
"Oh, are you worried about my safety now?" The outside hitter raised an eyebrow at you, with curiosity shimmering in his eyes. "Don't worry, I still have enough time. Our Captain is the reason I'm out here anyway. He needed to grab something from a friend." When your attention refused to return to him, Kuroo scanned the space for Bokuto while running a hand through his hair.
"Is your captain Bokuto? I share a class with him." For some bizarre reason, you continued your conversation with him. Your mind was whispering - begging - you to return to Reo and Nagi. Yet your heart took control over your vocal cords and feet.
Was it not the slightest bit nice to speak with someone new? Someone you didn't have to pretend with?
"Yeah! Kou mentioned you guys have a project together coming up." A low laugh rumbled in his chest at the thought of you and Bokuto working together. Oh, it would be chaos. "When the two of you eventually lose your shit, please call me. I'm great at mediating."
"Somehow I truly doubt that." Exhaling a soft sigh, your y/e/c irises reluctantly returned to meet Kuroo's adoring gaze. The two of you had only known each other for a limited time, and yet his eyes practically sparkled whenever he was near you. "Well, may-"
"TETSU, MY MAN!"
Suddenly, the person you were both discussing burst into the scene. His voice booming and cutting off the words dancing at the tip of your tongue. Perhaps you would have experienced annoyance in that moment, but the owl-haired male was not alone. In fact, he was accompanied by your favourite mocha-haired setter.
"Where the hell have you been? I got the bag from Akaashi and ran into Oiks. Let's go and get warmed up!" It took Bokuto a few additional seconds to discover that his friend was also not alone. "OH! Was I disturbing something?"
Kuroo was about to answer, his lips parting - when you raised a hand and quickly spoke up.
"No. I was just about to return to my seat. Tooru, can you spare me a moment? Reo and Nagi are also here. We should say hi." A polite smile was draped along your lips and it caught only one person by surprise. The abrupt personality change was expected by one, and unnoticeable to the other.
Kuroo found it odd, yet kept his lips pressed together.
"Yeah, sure. Let's go, y/n." Oikawa mirrored your expression, before extending a hand out in your direction. "My lady, lead the way."
"Good luck on the game today." A respectful bow was administered to your head as you accepted your best friend's hand. A calm exterior masked the inner tornado of emotions that tormented your mind upon your exit.
And what bothered you the most was Kuroo's expression upon seeing your hand in Oikawa's.
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ffxiv write day 7 - morsel
aspen opens his eyes. huh, he thinks, that's new.
he hasn't been picked to manifest in.. gracious, must be decades now? he doesn't mind too much. he'd died young but without regrets, he thought--the one who had some for him was adele. aspen feels sorry for her, even now. wonders if she stuck around after he dissipated back into the cloud.
come to think of it, he's about nearing dissipation right now. he's only been an endless once but it was different for sure. his aether was thicker and more whole, though now he's plenty solid he feels hollow in the inside, like a suit of armor. not bad, though, it's like he's 20 again, light and nimble on his feet. he could probably do a backflip--
but aspen decides against trying because he's ignored the other person here long enough. he manifested in an empty white room (inside the mesoterminal of living memory, his mechanical memory storage supplies helpfully) with another man standing in front of him but to the side, so as to let aspen acclimate without confrontation. a dark-haired mystel clad in a black suit, face half-masked with silver cloth. he stands still with his hands clasped behind his back, but his tail swings back and forth in a way that tells aspen he's uneasy. when he turns towards him, the mystel smiles. "hail, ser montvelle."
sounds about half his age, aspen thinks. "hi yourself, kiddo," he replies, and the kid flinches. oops, his nephews always hated that too. aspen gives him an apologetic smile. "so what's going on here? why are we in the terminal, am i being summoned by the queen?"
"not quite, ser--"
"just aspen, please."
"aspen. you realize where you are?"
"ahh, didn't i just say--" wait, wait. his senses have calibrated properly now, aspen realizes there's another one of him. part of his memory-consciousness is awake elsewhere--in alexandria. aspen looks at the mystel boy. "i'm in two places at once?" he nods. "why?"
"why do you think?" his question is returned, and in the mind of aspen montvelle there is only one answer.
"to fight."
that's all his life ever amounted to, and yet he wouldn't have it any other way. aspen feels another crucial difference in his current manifestation from being an endless--he reaches into himself and pulls out his halberd, solidifying as he shapes aether into the familiar weapon that was his one and only. "ohh yes," he hums, just holding her makes him so damn happy.
he eyes the mystel, who returns his excitement. "is this you giving me your aether so you can fight me?" aspen asks, and he nods. whew, some aether this kid has. he looks less solidly made than any other endless in aspen's estimation, but if this is the stuff he's made of then he must be tough. giving away his own aether sure is bold, too, and aspen can't resist asking, "can you give me more?" just the thought of being even stronger makes him giddy. he's pretty disappointed when the boy shakes his head.
"rather not be noticed, too much activity might draw sphene's attention here." aspen notes his dismay. "and my friend urianger might get worried."
"oh, well if it's for her majesty and your friend's sake, i guess i can deal," he replies lightly. "though i'd really rather not fight a masked stranger, either. think you can indulge me on that?"
"name's orhtus," he tells aspen. when he doesn't respond, the mystel tilts his head with his lips pursed as if to say if you insist, and takes off his mask.
aspen means to thank him, but, "oh what the fuck," is all that comes out as he finds marcus montvelle staring back at him. well, no, it can't be marcus, since he was a hyune like himself--but that's marcus. aspen knew for a fact his brother never had a kid, but he finds himself now suddenly worrying if the old bastard had married a mystel after he'd died. no way, there's no way--(it doesn't occur to aspen that the boy was his spitting image, too, as the man had avoided mirrors in life unless his wife dragged him in front of one.)
"goodness me, sorry about that!" he shakes off his thoughts. the boy--orhtus tells him he doesn't mind, smiling like he knew it would happen. aspen feels guilty for how sad he looks about it. he grips his halberd and raises it, nods to his opponent, "shall we get started, then?"
"aye." aspen blinks--it couldn't have been more than a split second, but orhtus' clothes changed into a white set of leather armor. aspen's jaw drops at the queen's favor slung across his shoulder--holy shit, this kid's supposed to be his superior? he feels giddy again, and orhtus sports a similarly ecstatic grin. "fight first, talk later."
"just how i like it!"
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❅☃❅Hiii I would like to request something for the christmas-fluffdown
I have been thinking about x reader story with a ice skating scenario with any jjba character from part 5
That's all thanks for taking the time to read this ❅☃❅
hey non non! im actually rewatching part 5 right now so this is perfect! hope you like ;)
17 days til' Christmas
ice skating date with boyfriend!bruno bucciarati ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
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You met your boyfriend Bruno Bucciarati when you were on a vacation trip with your best friends. Going to Italy with your girlfriends, you expected a fleeting summer romance. That's not what happened with Bruno.
He swept you off your feet and his advances blew you away. You had met him at a little hidden restaurant. "I think we are ready to pay for our food now," you said to the waiter.
You were at the restaurant with one of your friends. The other three of your friends had gone shopping that evening and you and your friend Stella were far too tired.
"Oh, your bill is already paid for," the waiter replied.
Your face contorted to confusion as you eyed Stella. She shook her head and shrugged.
"Well there has to be a mistake, we haven't paid yet," you explained taking out your wallet.
"No no no, signora[miss], that man over there paid for you and your friend's meal,'' the waiter reassured, pointing over at a table where a man in a white suit with a dalmation-esque print. His outfit was fashionable and almost chic, exposing his tattooed chest.
You were never fond of long hair let alone a bob on men until you had seen Bruno for the first time. He looked calm and collected as he sipped a glass of expensive-looking wine.
His aura was almost alluring like he was pulling you towards him. You got up and walked up to his table. "Um excuse me, sir, I wanted to thank you for paying for my friend and I's meal," you started.
"Thank you for coming to my restaurant. I have never seen such a beautiful woman set foot in here," he said. Your eyes widened in shock. He's the owner of the restaurant?! You thought to yourself.
Could he really be talking about me? You questioned.
"Are you talking about me or my friend?" you asked nervously.
He gave you a strange look. A look that almost screamed how I could be talking about anyone but you right now? When you glow naturally and your eyes are as profound as they are? Like they could say a million words, how could it be anyone else?
"Well of course I'm talking about you Bella[beautiful], please have a seat," he offered motioning towards the chair next to him.
"As much as I would love to, I would hate to leave my friend Stella all alone," you started turning around to see an Italian man sitting in your seat flirting up a storm with Stella.
"Never mind then," you said sheepishly as you sat.
That night one of the greatest loves you had ever experienced bloomed. You danced on the street with Bruno late at night when all the buskers were playing their late-night slow jams.
The rest was history. After your trip, you parted ways with Buccirati and you were doing long distance and thought you would never see him again until you found out that your job was offering an abroad working opportunity in Italy where you would get to live there for a whole year.
Once that year ended you and Bruno went back to long distance until he surprised you at JFK airport. "Bruno! What are you doing here?" you asked as you hugged him tight.
"Well I thought I'd visit my girlfriend of two years for Christmas in her home city," Bruno answered as he kissed you on the forehead.
"Awww, I love you, darling," you said, hugging him even tighter, breathing in his comforting and familiar scent.
Bruno had texted you saying that the gift that he got you for Christmas was arriving at JFK that day. You never would've guessed that the gift was him.
. . .
That week was perfect. Bruno met your family for the first time and of course, charmed them all. You never stopped talking about Bruno to your family the year you came back from Italy. They too thought it would be a short fling and that long distance never worked, but here he was standing before your family greeting them and joining them in the Christmas Eve festivities.
You were just about to show Bruno his stalking that you altered last minute when you saw your father pull him aside to talk in his study. Oh no, why does he have to be like this? You asked yourself, shaking your head.
Your father had this habit of talking to anyone you were dating one-on-one just to get to know them better. He meant well but he often scared them away.
That wasn't the case with Bruno. They both walked out of his office laughing together and making jokes. After speaking with Bruno his whole mood lifted. As much as your family loved to have you and Bruno, they got you two out of the house to go spend some alone time together. The two of you kept walking until you arrived at the ice skating rink at Rockefeller.
The Rockefeller tree this year was a beautiful sight. "I love this place," you said as Bruno took your hand as the two of you began to glide together on the ice.
"Bruno..." you started trying to find the right words.
He turned to look at you, squeezing your hand so you would feel more comfortable speaking.
"Why did you come here? I don't want to sound rude but this is pretty random," you continued.
He couldn't help but chuckle at your question. "Alright, you caught me. I am here for a specific reason but I can't tell you yet. Is that okay? Can you wait a bit for me?" he asked as he stuffed your hand in his pocket. It was starting to get windy and colder and he could see you were shivering.
"Okay, but if it's something bad I want to know now," you said sternly.
"It's quite the opposite," Bruno said, smiling to himself.
The two of you spent what felt like an eternity. The two of you finally were able to push through the crowds and you were right in front of the Rockefeller Christmas tree. You went out of your way to take a selfie with Bruno to send to your mother. As you were typing away at your phone texting your mom about this date that Bruno had taken you on you started to hear people around you gasp and ooh and aw.
You looked up from your phone and looked around to see what was going on but when you turned around and looked down you saw Bruno on one knee with a little box with the most beautiful ring in it.
Everything started to make sense when your family came out of nowhere and took pictures and clapped when all you could do was cry and nod your head.
Your parents came to hug you after he put the ring on your finger and endless pictures were taken. You got proposed to in your favorite place in New York, during your favorite time of the year, to the love of your life.
You had a feeling that he and your dad were keeping something from you but you never would have guessed it was a proposal.
Happiness was overflowing as your family congratulated the two of you and after a while, all you wanted was to be alone with him. So you did the first thing that came to mind and you took his hand quickly skating away from the others.
Laughter followed as you finally found a place to hide with Bruno. "Bruno, I don't even know what to say, I just, you've made me the happiest woman in all of New York. I don't even have the words," you muttered sheepishly.
"Then just kiss me," he suggested with a warm smile.
You immediately pressed your lips against his and for the first time in this cold weather, you felt a kind. of warmth that could completely fend off all of the cold air.
As the snowflakes began to adorn your nose, hair, and eyelashes all you felt was love and happiness along with great hope for your future with Bruno.
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trimax vol 10 random thoughts (ch 5-8)
part 1 here.
okay, time for part 2. i don't want to do this, i have a pit in my stomach.
chapter 5:
destroying razlo's punishers... a good strategy!
getting leverage to jump by stepping on his leg, i love it
you could say he. he was. *wheeze*... i guess you could say he was... ...disarmed... [a comically large hook drags me off the stage]
wolfwood and razlo just met today (not technically but y'know), but he can read razlo so well already, taunting him like this.
THIS FIGHT...!!! it's reminding me of vash vs knives in the finale of the 98 anime! one black gun and one white gun, and them being on even ground, making the same moves...
they're an even match when they're just whaling on each other, but wolfwood has tactics that razlo doesn't. also this is an insanely cool move.
chapter 6:
^ how it feels to read trigun maximum (said again)
^ how it feels to read trigun maximum (said for a third time)
he knows wolfwood is dying. we know wolfwood is dying. he can't do anything to stop it. we can't do anything to stop it. (except for refusing to keep turning the pages, i guess)
THEY HAVE NAMES?
vash can't do anything to stop wolfwood from dying, but he can help wolfwood go out on his own terms...
PLEASE, HE'S ALREADY DYING, WE DON'T NEED YET ANOTHER DEATH FAKEOUT FOR THE BOOKS.
livio interfering... i'm not an expert but this is not how DID works. but sure. the drama carries it.
WHY AND HOW IS CHAPEL STILL ALIVE FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
razlo realizes very fast that chapel never cared. despite his verbal denial, i think he was realizing way before this.
DESERVED!!! YES.... KILL!!!!!!
of course razlo can only attack. attack, like how he killed livio's parents. not that chapel doesn't deserve it, but this is the only thing razlo knows how to do.
ough. livio apologizing... "i'm okay now"...
so is razlo just gone now? like i said, i'm not a DID expert, i know re-integration(? not sure if that's the correct term sorry) is possible, but i don't know if this is how it works...
honestly, i feel bad for razlo. he only knew a life of violence, he was manipulated and indoctrinated by chapel, all he wanted was to be needed but his last experiences are finding out that chapel didn't care about him and then livio telling him he doesn't need him anymore. poor guy.
chapter 7:
oh, no, i don't want to read this chapter again. don't make me read this chapter again.
the difference between this and tristamp... stamp had the orphanage much more directly tied to EoM, and a bunch of guys in suits came to pick wolfwood up. this scene is a lot more "normal," a lot less obviously suspicious. idk if i'd go so far as to say stamp!melanie was in on the whole thing, but she doesn't look happy about wolfwood leaving... i do wonder how stampede will handle all this... ANYWAY!
"six years"... lmao. now i understand what people meant when they said the timeline is confusing. it's killing me and i hate it, actually?! nightow ALL you had to do was NOT specify a number!!!
the coins... i constantly forget about them and i find it funny whenever they're brought up... they were so clearly meant to set the ghg up as a shonen battle enemy-of-the-month type thing but then that got thrown off the rails when the magazine ceased publication and everything got turned upside down. yet the coins persist. what are they all for in the end.
also i'm sad. this is wolfwood's paltry attempt at pushing vash away. (also he's been carrying rai-dei's coin this whole time?! lol?! that's also sad... just waiting to give it to vash i guess...)
"this is the way you want it? are you sure?" i'm just fucking inconsolable at this point.
of course this attempt at sincere emotion is deflected. you boys are so, so, so, so, so stupid.
i can't do this man. i can't review the couch scene. i'm crying too much.
the prayer. this especially is getting to me. we've seen wolfwood pray a few times, but now it's vash's turn to pray. we've never seen him do that. and while vash was there to answer wolfwood's prayer... there is no one to answer vash.
what if i climbed into the microwave right fucking now.
ourgh. out of all the images in this chapter, this is the one that stuck with me the most. even more than the couch images. ugh, i can't even fucking write.
chapter 8:
i don't know where else to say this...? lol but livio's personality is different, he's cute now. is this because he broke out of the EoM brainwashing or because he integrated with(???) razlo? (once again: IS this how this works???) or is it both? either way he's a lot more expressive than he was before...
other people have already talked about how we didn't see the burial. i'm also thinking about everything else we didn't see. vash buried wolfwood, and he also cleaned up outside, brought livio in and laid him down, gathered ingredients and started cooking...
how long did he sit on that couch for before he moved. how much and how hard did he cry. we didn't see that either. we don't need to.
knives. he's smearing blood on his face again.
his laughter... i don't think he finds this funny like "haha funny" necessarily, i think he's just losing it.
vash defends the orphanage and knives doesn't even push it. he just moves on. hmm, i'm trying to articulate this... vash's display of power used up more of his life, which knives noticed obviously, and vash is willing to go that far to protect the orphanage... knives still doesn't want vash to die, and... he's laughing out of disbelief, or something like that. i don't know.
vash and livio sharing a meal together is... it's nice. but vash is still clearly very angry. with livio, with razlo, with himself too probably.
i don't know. i'm not angry with livio or razlo at all. they were both victims of chapel same as wolfwood. this is all chapel's fault in my mind, lol.
oh.
we're gonna see this in stampede too, aren't we. wolfwood will die for a third time and we're gonna see vash holding the punisher.
the fact that this volume doesn't even have the goofy author extra... we're just forced to sit with this. man. the book club wasn't kidding, it's so much worse the second time around. the first time i cried a little but i was mostly just taking it all in. the second time i was like actually heaving and sobbing. reading this volume twice within a few days was a BAD IDEA.
AND WE STILL HAVE FOUR VOLUMES LEFT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO ON AFTER THIS. four entire volumes without wolfwood...
#trigunbookclub#trigun talk#june speaks#sorry if this is incomprehensible i was crying too much while outlining this and i don't want to read the volume AGAIN#i'm surprised at how much i had to say about razlo in this volume... i ended up finding him more interesting than i thought i would...
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Magic Flute Thoughts
i liked nathalie stutzmann's conducting a lot more in this than i did for don giovanni. granted i am much less familiar with zauberflote than i am with don g so i'm not like hyper picky about tempi or whatever yet but anyway i liked her
flute soloist! glockenspiel soloist! FLUTE SOLOIST!!!
i just like lawrence brownlee man idk what to tell you. i think he's neat. i think he's singing something here in the winter and i'll definitely try to get tickets to that if so
i really liked erin morley as pamina! actually i thought all the main cast did a good job no one stuck out to me as being particularly Amazing or Bad. kathryn lewek got a HUGE applause (and standing o) tho and i mean kudos it was her fiftieth performance like damn.
interesting choice to play the queen as physically frail as she did; i think it works and the performance is very good, although the heavy age makeup sticks out a bit on hd cameras lol
the queen's three bitches. i'm free on friday (twirling hair)
also i hope those three kids who played the old men get to borrow their outfits again come october because they have the funniest possible halloween costume opportunity in the world now
VERY funny to me that papageno's costume makes him look like he's drenched in bird shit
okay speaking of costumes. do i 100% Get It with the like suits and colors and everything....not really but i don't think i can say that i Get a lot about this opera tbh. what i did get was the very obvious dark/light symbolism going on with pamina and tamino wearing white and the queen and her cronies wearing all black. and i think zauberflote does benefit from some heavy handed symbolism bc what else is this show about actually without that....then again the fact that sarastro and his priests or whatever are all in dark colors too kind of undermines that a little so 🤷♀️
same thing with the whole reason vs superstition thing too like...sure you can claim Truth And Reason as good all you want sarastro but the constant invocation of isis/osiris and Mysterious Rituals kind of undermine what you're going for there lol. i think my point is that i don't feel like i really Get what zauberflote is like...going for, thematically. i mean i get the Themes but not a clear Point. maybe if i was an enlightenment era freemason i'd get it lol but alas i am not
that said......i didn't go into this one expecting a rock solid plot and honestly who does....it's zauberflote....it is very obviously not designed to work or be interpreted on a literal level and i appreciate that it never tries to ground itself in reality. that its plot and characters exist in a completely fantastic realm works and it works with the weird plot and its vague theming.
which itself is of course accomplished through good design and holy SHIT. this is truly the shining strength of this production. the design is INCREDIBLE.
the orchestra isn't totally onstage but they are raised up in the pit to the point where they are fully visible the whole show. i love an onstage orchestra so this made me very happy. and it allowed for actor/orchestra interaction which i also love!! like tamino coming down into the pit to hand the eponymous magic flute to the flute soloist and bring him onstage with him (i was wondering during the overture why the flutes and oboes were swapped places seating wise -- it's so the flutist can easily get onstage! delight!!), or when papageno brings his glockenspiel to the percussion soloist to play (the player being 'missing' at his last solo, making papageno play by himself, and he enters late with a cup of coffee...lmaoo). also stutzmann giving a big ol grin and thumbs up to papageno during his duet with papagena at the end. so sweet
also blocking around the orchestra seating of the audience and up the aisles! so much fun we love immersive theater
the set itself had this big flat platform in the center hoisted at each corner by a cord so it could raise/lower/tilt in any direction. made for some very neat staging with levels and slants and i enjoyed that, especially since the production forgoes any kind of traditional set pieces
papageno's birds were done in such a beautiful way omg...they have an ensemble in black wandering around stage and following him about when he's doing stuff and they each have a 'bird' made of a folded in half piece of paper that they flutter about stylistically (some of the orchestra members have some too that they flutter during his entrance aria). description does not do it justice, this was a beautiful way to stage it...so simple and evocative.
the designer was saying in the interview between acts that this production was meant to combine the high and low tech aspects of theater to connect present performance practice with the opera as it was originally done (hence the visible orchestra) and i looove that philosophy. and it worked here really well i think
THE FOLEY AND PROJECTION ARTISTS. STARS OF THE SHOW. i am not joking
they get to be onstage (albeit off to the sides) the whole show too and i love it. i love that the cameras on the broadcast kept cutting to them periodically to show off their work.
the use of live projection art was really well done -- he managed to make Writing On A Chalkboard captivating!!
and the foley. the FOLEY!!! i've done sound design and a bit of live foley before so i have a soft spot but wooow she did an amazing job and it was SO much fun to see all the props she played with to make the scenes come alive sonically. plus her little interactions with papageno were very funny. give her a tony award
i do think there were a couple of small moments here and there that didn't entirely work for me or a scene or two that dragged out longer than necessary but overall it was a joy to watch. the beautiful and whimsical design of the whole thing totally makes it worthwhile even if the plot itself is a bit lacking.
easily THE coolest production design i've seen the met do yet, and the best lighting and projections from them for sure. when it comes on demand i am forcing anyone i can to watch it with me bc that SET! the LIGHTING! the SOUND! the STAGING! it ticks all my boxes it hits all my buttons it was MADE for ME SPECIFICALLY
#sasha speaks#sasha reviews#the magic flute#die zauberflöte#die zauberflote#if someone actually understands what the magic flute is supposed to be about feel free to enlighten me lol#i don't know exactly what i was SUPPOSED to get from that but the production was so fucking good i don't even care tbh#tldr: watch this if you're interested in theatrical design. go go do it now do it
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The Chronicles of the Dark One: The Delicacies of Time
Chapter 44: A Happy Ending
"There are details!" she breathlessly exclaimed when she pulled away from him. The reality of a wedding tonight was settling in, romantic as he knew she'd find it, the planner within her was starting to overwhelm. "There are things that need done…people, announcements, at this hour-"
"I'll take care of all that," he promised with a shake of his head. "Marry me."
Her smile spread once more as she nodded. "What do you need me to do?"
"Prepare your vows? Meet me in an hour? I'll do the rest."
"Where?"
"The well," he answered without thinking. To him it was as normal as answering with "in a church" in this realm, but the more he thought about it…
It might have been a cheesy tradition in his old village, but it worked for them. The well was someplace special for them even here.
"The place we first kissed after the curse broke, after you came back to me. Give me a chance to make a promise to you there that I'll keep for the rest of our lives."
She beamed. Then nodded her head as her eyes glazed over with tears. "In an hour then," she answered, her voice choked with an emotion that he no longer thought was from grief but rather joy.
It was appropriate. He felt the shift too.
Quickly he leaned forward to kiss her, then moved away the second he managed to tear himself free, and left her in the library, knowing he'd see her soon. As much as he hated to do it without giving her the ring in his pocket, parting was necessary. The truth was that there were things that needed to be done if they intended to do this today, but not nearly as much as she thought.
People and announcements…those were wants. Not needs.
Needs for a marriage were quite simple.
They needed a place. And they had one. The well.
They needed an officiant, someone who could pronounce them officially husband and wife. He wasn't one for a Holy Man, but being who he was, he knew there was someone in town who was licensed in an official and legal capacity, who might not mind doing the deed.
He found Archie still at Granny's with the others. The man went pale when he pulled him aside to speak with him privately, not that he could blame him. Not only was he the Dark One, but he was also Mr. Gold, a man who never smiled unless something sinister was afoot, and yet he couldn't keep himself from smiling even now. But color returned to the man's cheeks as he explained the situation, as he told him that he knew he was friends with Belle and couldn't think of anyone else who might not only consider performing the wedding but might actually enjoy it. He expected a lecture from the cricket who prided himself on being a conscious to people who were acting against their own, but instead, he'd nodded his head and said, "I'd be honored."
A place secured, Archie preparing, the details given, a ring in his pocket already that he simply couldn't wait to give away, he realized that the list of "needs" had been fulfilled. Thirty minutes remaining didn't give him a lot of time to fulfill many "wants," but it allowed for some. He drove home quickly, changed suits, selected a steal gray tie and pocket square, then added a scarf for a bit of extra flair, and summoned a fresh white flower to fix to his lapel. Eighteen minutes to spare, he took the car and headed up into the back woods of the forest, where he knew of a spot to park his car for the well.
Archie was already there, Pongo in the backseat, he leaned against his car with a flashlight in hand. "Bit dark for a midnight wedding…I don't think there's any lighting at the well."
He couldn't be annoyed at the nitpicking. It was impossible. So instead, he answered that it wouldn't be a problem when they arrived, and the two of them began the short hike up to the well.
Another want he could accomplish…setting the mood.
With a sweep of his hands, he covered the well with glowing white candles that even made Archie gasp. "Ah…yes…well…that will work just fine."
Between the candles and the moon, it would indeed work just fine.
Seven minutes to spare.
If he knew Belle, she'd be right on time.
There was time enough to do something more, he knew. Time enough to fulfill another "want," but for the life of him, he couldn't think of anything that would be appropriate. His mind felt hazy. There was a lump that was somehow managing to swell in his throat. Concentration was beginning to feel impossible. But when he heard a branch break at four minutes to go and turned to see her step out of the clearing…
He couldn't think at all.
He could barely breathe looking at her.
Time slowed to a crawl as she walked toward him, a vision in white…in every single literal way he knew of.
It was true. That vision that he'd seen so long ago in the castle when he'd caught her after she'd fallen from the ladder, the vision that produced so many small little glimpses of a future he wasn't sure or hadn't wanted to believe were real…one of those visions had shown him this. Had shown him her. Dressed exactly like that.
On their wedding day.
It hadn't shown him Archie. It hadn't shown him Belle clinging to her father's arm, only her as she made her way to him, eyes fixed and nearly in tears already.
She was gorgeous. And he wasn't sure this was the best idea he'd ever had, or the worst because he'd taken so damn long to get to this place.
"It is my great honor to officiate this most lovely union," Archie began when they were toe to toe, and her father had stepped away. The shock of his voice had him glancing over at him, reminding him that they weren't alone at the moment. His mind seemed to keep forgetting that. It kept blocking out everyone and everything except her and that gaze of hers. "If you'd like to begin, your vows…" Archie prompted, glancing at her first as he realized…
A need that he'd forgotten…his vows.
"Rumpelstiltskin…" she began with a swallow. "This thing we have it's…it's never been easy. I've…I've lost you so many times," she cried, struggling to breathe through her emotions. Oh, he wanted to take her in his arms even then. "I've lost you to…to darkness, to weakness, and-and finally…to death. But now I realized…I realize that I have not spent my life losing you…I've spent my life finding you!"
Beautiful vows. Simple and elegant, just as she was. Just as he had difficulty being, especially when he went into something entirely unplanned and unprepared. How was he supposed to say anything half as good as that?
But then again…
There was nothing he could tell her she didn't already know. What had he said to her in the library? He wanted to make a promise to her that he'd actually keep. What was a vow if not a promise?
"Belle…" he began, doing his best to look at her and go back to that place where Archie and her father didn't exist. The things he wanted to tell her now were things he had only ever uttered to her in the privacy of their bedroom or the back of the shop. He blushed to think others might be witness to it, but that was the point after all. He just needed to block the others out so he could get them out of his mouth. It was just the two of them here at this well. It was the two of them making these promises. "When we met, I wasn't just unloved and unloving. I was an enemy of love. Love had only brought me pain. My walls were up, but you brought them down. You brought me home." He swallowed hard and tried not to be distracted as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You brought life into my life and chased away all the darkness. And I vow to you, I will never forget the distance between what I was and what I am."
That was it…the "want" he had time to provide for her. He wanted to do right by her, wanted to be everything that she wanted him to be. That was a vow, a promise that he wanted to keep. A gift that he could give…plus one other she didn't yet know about.
He glanced at Archie as he pulled the ring out of his pocket, more to let the cricket know he had it than to seek his permission, but he was happy when he nodded all the same. Her jaw dropped as she stared at it, and he reached for her hand to slip it over her finger.
"I owe more to you than I can ever say," he explained, settling it into place and feeling the magic solidify. "How you can see the man behind the monster…I will never know."
"But that monster's gone," she argued with absolute certainty. "And the man beneath him may be flawed…but we all are. And I love you for it," she insisted, squeezing his hands tighter in her own. "Sometimes the best book has the dustiest jacket. And sometimes the best teacup…is chipped!"
A small laugh spread over her face, taking him right back to one of their earliest interactions, when she'd dropped that cup, chipping it forever, and he'd made a not-so-funny joke that she'd still laughed at all the same. It was strange how a moment like that could evolve, the places it could lead to the challenges that would arrive to dismantle it. They'd conquered their demons, climbed their mountains, and come through the other side. And now there was only one thing left he could think to do.
Vows said, ring given, he stepped forward in front of that well, and the few there to witness it, and kissed her, proclaiming to all the world they were now and forever, finally, husband and wife.
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my adventure's with superman
saw it, thought it had the save voice actor for Lois as played Luz in the owl house (it's not the same) and really liked her design. watching it, damn i like these personalities. i've also grown to like superman more then i did. is he OP? yea, but that's now the draw of him, and a more fun universe is needed to make him enjoyable.
also het get a magical girl transformation which is just hilarious. suit is a bit too armour plated for my liking.
ah, he's so sweat with his parents. i'd seen clips from them trying to do it in other cartoons but it was always a bit stilted, and of course it was shit in man of steel. here's it's just very nice.
i probably shouldn't sympathise so much with the villain.
nope, i think i was mend to sympathise with her. and now we have found the "goodguys". you know, just like how belos was the benevolent leader.
who the fuck uses a blimp these days?!
you should not make the villains fucking cute together if you want me to see them fail!
i really like the banshee. damn she's probably never coming back is she.
"oh, he's a liar" genuinely had my laughing out loud. sorry Clark, this problem isn't over yet.
"now, shut up. i'm about to be nice" great line.
wow, they really made this guy the most unlikeable. treatning people, misogonist, general elon musk and like. truly the biggest douche canoe possible.
standard equipment should come with some needle and treat... yea i really should add that to my handbag. won't need it often, but man will i feel stupid if i could ever need it but then don't have it with me even though i know how to use it. need to look into how to store some treat though.
you can't give superman the :3 face!
you call your product the parasite... bit on the nose for a tech company don't you think?
the bad tech tyrant claims he build the company himself, because of course he does. also it's a white straight man, because of course he is. yea, i got opinions. sure, this is made by an equally big company, but at least calling out bs like this is the popular/normal thing to do.
it really plays into the threat to superman is collateral damage. also fuck yea Lois will fucking suckerpunch a fucker. i really like her personality and that they gave her so much stuff to do.
damn, ep4? that's fast. also really neat as it allows things to continue instead of stagnate, i'm really interesting what she'll do with it.
wow, that's the laziest debumker ever. just going "nah"? you have to give some evidence.
ok, really like that people don't just have one body types. a lady can also be jacked as fuck.
oh, it's her, because of course it's her. it really is impressive how she's so recognizable across series and forms of media.
damn, that's one hell of a way to end the episode, truly tearing shit apart.
so, they're just doing this trope exactly https://www.tumblr.com/moringmark/724550083360718848?source=share (the trope it's making fun of, not the subversion)
the weirdest sweat gay romance ever.
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Inevitable - part five - Enlightening debates
I know you didn't read part four. Here it is.
– Why did you bring it over here, doctor? – Julie asked, looking into the corner of the lab where the secondhand vanity now stood.
– You know the lobby is more or less a public space – he answered. – I don't want such a unique gift to be damaged.
– If you think that the lab is safe enough...
– Could you pass me the hydroiodic acid, please?
Another dawn, another day spent on science. And it brought some surprises. As Dr Sunshine and his assistant were working on another experiment, someone knocked on the door.
Julie came over to the lobby to greet the guest. It was a young man with elegant cold blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He was wearing a dark teal suit with black shoes, a white shirt underneath his jacket, adorned with a red ribbon tie. He had an air of mystery about him, or was it just the way he smiled?
– Hello, miss – he said. His voice was clear, but not loud. – My name is Cotard Calamitas, but please, just call me Cotard.
– Well... Pleased to meet you, Cotard - she answered. – I'm Julie. Are you looking for Doctor Sunshine?
– Yes, I am. Is he available right now? I'd like to exchange a few words with him.
She peeked behind the lab door, asking if Sunshine was very busy right now. Hearing his answer, she let Cotard in, and left the two men alone.
– Hello, Doctor Sunshine – Cotard said, that subtle smile never leaving his face.
– Good day, sir... – the scientist replied as he observed the guest. – Who might you be, and what do you need?
– I am Cotard Calamitas, a mere scholar. And what I need is a conversation.
– A conversation...?
– I need something to get my brain going. I have heard about your brilliant mind, and I believe that this conversation would surely be an enlightening one.
Dr Sunshine was somewhat surprised. But he decided, why not?
– And what would you want to talk about...?
Cotard's smile widened by a tiny bit, and he started musing as he gestured subtly and walked around in slow and small steps. He looked very comfortable with his surroundings and the scientist's presence.
"Why, I can't see
That I am the 'me'
That I was born into...
And what's the source of you?"
His tone suddenly changed to a more intense one for a slightly longer while, before returning to normal.
"In your head, in your head, in your head
And yet you believe it's true
Well, you do
Like you knew anything!
Never ever trust in yourself
Or anyone else
We've always all been wrong...
And we built these walls strong..."
Sunshine was quite surprised by Cotard's intelligence. This meeting was very promising. He then chimed in, sneaking in a strong note of intensity into his voice.
"Even I
Might defy
Won't deny
That I'm trying
While my eyes
Do defy
And belie
Quiet liars
As I say
What I say
Any way
I might be saying it
But I've been wrong before!"
Then Cotard continued.
"You can break a shovel when you break new ground!
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down!
You should know better than that by now!
It's not profound to know that you could, you could-"
The scientist repeated after him.
"You can break a shovel when you break new ground!
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down!
You should know better than that by now!
It's not profound to know that you could never know!
You could never know!
You could never know!
You could never know!..."
Then Cotard took the lead, his voice turning somewhat gentle.
"Don't you forget
That all you project
Is just to protect you from
The void within the form..."
And with a groan, his smile widened even more, his tone intense once again, as the two kept exchanging thoughts.
"Yes or no?"
"Isn't null!"
"Yes it is!"
"No, I don't know!"
"Yes or no?"
"Isn't that a silly question?"
"Ask it anyway, 'cause
What we are is
(Gotta get to the bottom of this)
What we are not
(Gotta get to the bottom of this)
’ehjeh ’ăšer ’ehjeh...
(Gotta get to the bottom of this)
What myths must make us man!?
What is 'is'?"
"What is 'not'?"
"What is 'what'?"
"What's up party people!?"
"What? What I wonder?
Why I'm not whatever
What the fuck 'cause
You can break a shovel when you break new ground!
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down!
You should know better than that by now!
It's not profound to know that you could, you could-"
And Sunshine repeated after him.
"You can break a shovel when you break new ground!
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down!
You should know better than that by now!
It's not profound to know that you could never know!
You could never know!
You could never know!
You could never know!..."
Then Cotard's voice turned more melodic, as he clapped along to the rhythm of his words.
"I noticed that the sunshine is a gaslight
I'm hoping that this one might be my past life
My Lord, I know enough to get my facts right
And that's good enough for me!
And everything and everyone will die soon
And we'll have nothing left for us to lie to
No matter what we seek you'll never find truth
And that's good enough for me!
So give me that old time religion...
Give me that old time religion...
Give me that old time religion...
It's good enough for me!
So give me that old time religion...
Give me that old time religion...
Give me that old time religion...
It's good enough
But not enough
To be good enough for me!..."
Sunshine joined in, their voices as one.
"You can break a shovel when you break new ground!
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down!
You should know better than that by now!
It's not profound to know that you could, you could-
You can break a shovel when you break new ground!
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down!
You should know better than that by now!
It's not profound to know that you could never know!"
After a few deep breaths, Dr Sunshine let out a quiet chuckle, that slowly grew louder. He could not contain his smile anymore.
– Oh, my! I do hope that this... conversation was enlightening on both ends, Cotard.
– Surely it was, Doctor Sunshine – he replied, that subtle smile never shifting.
– But about one thing you are wrong...
– Oh?
– I WILL find the truth! - he flashed a confident smile.
– The truth about...?
– The essence of human existence.
– Well then, I wish you luck, Doctor Sunshine.
As Cotard was preparing to leave, Sunshine accompanied him to the exit door, where they bid a farewell. The scholar may have left, but the scientist's smile did not. He felt very pleased with this encounter.
– How was the meeting, doctor? – Julie asked.
– That man, I tell you... He has that air about him, but I can't put my finger on it...
– Shall we continue where we left off?
– Oh yes, let us get back to work.
With a jolly attitude, he entered the lab once again.
***
– Ladies... It is him. – Cotard said.
– I told you. But no one ever listens to me! – the woman in white crossed her arms with an angry huff.
– It's quite funny how everyone believes in death, yet very few acknowledge fate... – the blonde girl stated as she played with a knife, trailing her fingers along the blade.
– But it doesn't mean that fate doesn't exist... – the blue lady added.
– And fate cannot be changed... – Cotard replied with a nod. – ...Go. Have your fun. It'll be time soon...
#i write#inevitable#will wood#the song with five names#SELF-iSH#Dr Sunshine#Julie#Cotard#Cotard Calamitas#this song was probably the hardest one to write in#but I did it#weeeeee#tw strong language#Annata#Dukkha#Annica#daughters of disaster
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More pirate au :D
So, Zaratras and Baltra get Meliodas out of the hole. They ask why he was in there in the first place, if he was chased or something and Meliodas, not wanting to be suspicious by not telling them anything, told them what happened, how the village chased him out and how he hid here so they wouldn't find him. When they asked his name, Meliodas stuttered out "Me-... Mel... dor...".
As they talked, Zaratras and Baltra gave Meliodas medical attention, properly disinfecting the bullet wound in his shoulder and the other nicks and bandaging them. His legs were mostly fine, but his shins and calves were plenty scratched up, so much that they were bleeding and painful to walk with. But not impossible. Which Meliodas emphasized as he got up and attempted to walk on his own only to heavily support himself on the next tree (they were still in the forest). And sure, it wasn't impossible, but it was obviously extremely painful, especially now that he wasn't pumped up on adrenaline anymore, and his wounds would get worse, if not infected.
Not willing to take the risk, despite the blondes protests, Zaratras scooped him up and seated him on his horse (they came with horses, due to how far into the land it was, and with Liones being the only military base around, they were also in charge of the surrounding land. I guess.)
Having been a pirate, Meliodas had never ridden a horse before, but he had seen them plenty of times. He knew that, if spooked, a horse could quickly turn dangerous, so he clung to the saddle until his knuckles turned white and didn't let go. He was even relieved when Zaratras got on behind him and took the reigns.
"Relax, Meldor, the horse won't hurt you", Zaratras tried to calm the boy down, but he didn't seem to listen. "Is everything okay?" asked Baltra, who had climbed his own horse by now. "Yeah, I think the boy is just nervous", Zaratras whispered to Baltra. Normally, Meliodas would have heavily protested such an accusation, but in this case, he really was too nervous to say much of anything.
Zaratras held Meliodas with one arm as they set off and he clung to the silver haired man, taking deep breaths as he tried his best to stay calm. The horse, by the way, wasn't bothered by him in the slighest.
And so they trotted back to Liones. Baltra occasionally looked over to the two and couldn't help but smile at how tightly the boy clung to Zaratras, especially after they could barely get him out of the hole under the tree.
They arrived rather late into the night, so the city streets were mostly empty, aside from the odd drunkard. Meliodas had calmed down a little after a while in the saddle and was looking around in awe (although he was still pretty stiff). When they arrived at the actual base though, he clutched his bag close to himself, hiding behind it a little when they crossed the guards.
Finally, they stopped near the stables and got off the horses. Meliodas breathed a sigh of relief after Zaratras lifted him off and the horses were taken in by the stable guys. "See, that wasn't so scary, was it, Meldor?" Zaratras told Meliodas, still holding him. "N-No...", Meliodas answered. 'It was terrifying', he thought. "Let's head to the medical wing", Baltra suggested. "Your wounds need more tending to if we don't want them to get infected."
~On the way to the medical wing~ "You can set me down now, my legs already feel much better", Meliodas told Zaratras. "I can go on my own, too... I'm sure you two would like to go to bed."
"Perhaps so, but I'd prefer to accompany you anyway, Meldor", Baltra responded. "Your wounds were pretty grave."
'Since when are marines so damn caring?', Meliodas thought to himself. He had planned to get away and sneak out before they reached the medical wing and someone would remember him. Although he could see their reasoning. His legs did feel better, but he wouldn't be able to walk with them for long just yet. "Alright then, suit yourselves, I guess..."
They reached the medical wing and the night staff took care of Meliodas' injuries, including finally extracting the bullet from his shoulder. Only when he laid on the bed afterwards, did Meliodas notice how tired he was. He contemplated getting out after Zaratras and Baltra were gone, but quickly trashed that idea. He'd get caught in no time with all the guards patrolling the base at night. He had no choice but to keep pretending to be Meldor.
As the staff helped wrap Meliodas' wound, Meliodas pondered. How long could he really get away with this facade, before they caught on that his real name was Meliodas?
If he ran away now, he would most likely get questioned as to why he was running away. As if he had something to hide that he didn't want them knowing about. He would look guilty.
He would have to stay as Meldor for now. Even if these were his enemies, it was the safest place he could be as of this moment. As long as they believed he was Meldor instead of an infamous pirate, he was safe.
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hey kind of weird question but i saw a post of yours from a couple years ago while searching some random tags and you mentioned having some opinions about anais mitchell (presumably her recorings of the child ballads?) and the whole coffee shop au-ification of balladry (particularly tam lin) and that resonated so hard with me so i just thought i'd ask you to elaborate more on that because i genuinely want to hear what you have to say. also i fucking love angela carter
oh man... I mean first of all I just reject the term 'child ballad' out of hand nowadays because like fjc was some random racist eugenicist middle class american academic borderline-hobbyist who never even heard a folk song in the wild and basically just compiled stuff other people had already written down. so even if I pretend to subscribe to the ownership of the collector, which I don't, we never refer to 'sharp ballads' or 'percy ballads' or even 'burns ballads', despite the fact that burns was actively re/writing his. add to that the fact that like a third of child's collection came from a specific, named woman (Anna Gordon/Mrs Brown of Falkland) and you start to get angry at the anonymisation&dehumanisation of 'the folk', especially when you learn that child's ballads made him rich yet socially humiliated mrs brown. she (along with numerous other women + burns as a kind of anomalous man) was working actively from inside a tradition, but we instead default to the authority of the prejudiced outsider because of romantic beliefs about the naivety of 'the folk'. (if anything, child actively harmed the tradition with his completely arbitrary subjectivity + not collecting any fucking tunes...)
the very notion of folk music as just this organic wellspring that just emerges naturally from a people-group is a victorian/edwardian fantasy concocted by nationalists in order to reclaim said material, both for profit and for nationalism reasons. objectively speaking, someone or several someones composed that material & many of them were most likely women. the idea of claiming that folk music 'belongs' to all of 'us' (and 'us' at least in its original intention meaning white english people or white people of english extraction) because several generations of performers put their own spin on it is like saying the beatles' copyright really belongs to all of us because lennon & mccartney co wrote them. I'm not arguing for copyright law here but like the recognition of folksong ownership is completely broken in popular conception and it's v much a case of the idea that something belongs to 'everyone' is erasing the actual individuals/groups whose cultural property it is. (+ the living folk tradition regularly accepts new songs of known authorship, and operates a paradigm of collective ownership that is really ill served by the modern idea of intellectual property that can only make something a specific someone's or no one's at all)
so in THAT context, the girlbossification and uwuification of balladry by an outsider (who believes themselves to be an insider) is just kind of grotesque. firstly you're working from a canon which was selected and heavily modified by a victorian man to suit his delicate sensibilities, and then projecting like modern western feminist sensibilities on them. I've seen like 'feminist reworkings' of songs which lament women's helplessness, or exist for mothers to warn daughters about sexual assault. this is where the angela carter comparison comes in bc shes like the patron saint against the 'feminism is when women slay' school of folklore retelling and also someone who was both working really hard not to claim ownership of the stories she collected or to claim thematic ownership with her interpretations, but also writing her own 'folklore retellings' that actually comprehend and work with the deep themes at play rather than being like hm it's kind of problematic that the prince couldn't remember what cinderella looked like (fwiw most cinderella-esque stories are explicitly about the resourcefulness of the girl, and the prince - w his attached status+possessions - is literally just there to be her reward lol kind of a win for feminism idk..)
it's the belief that everyone in the past, especially if they were illiterate, was stupid. not to Survivals Theory but I recently saw this song from an irish traveller woman who claimed it was in the bible which everyone found funny but it literally heavily resembles a story from the apocryphal infancy gospel of thomas, which incidentally was extant as old irish poetry c.700 CE. like the anais mitchell girlies always have this approach that they're the first ones to recognise how great this repertoire is, or something. and her approach is very like oh I've discovered this lost hidden tradition etc although ironically she herself is part of a historic tradition of north americans ripping off martin carthy LOL 🤭
sorry this is like a huge thing for me and i kind of ran out of steam to get into it all but i appreciate the question n i hope at least some of that means something to you<3
#ask#surgeratesfucko#made a post about the girlbossery of folklore recently-ish ill see if i can find it#this is just a lot so i mean this is like one cross-section of everything that makes me mad about this lol#i dont even like martin carthy particularly but paul simon owes him so much money. scream#like even the treating living folk tradition the same as dead mythological ones#is awkward to me#and its kind of never a great look to be an american obsessed w the pure bri'ish originals bc#there was and mb still is a very hearty tradition of balladry in places like the appalachias#but was often rejected as impure due to the influence of black americans#like im interested in folk music across the world i dont think you have to stick to ur turf or something crazy but it would just have been#more interesting to go find some american versions that ppl dont already know#& its literally the way she treats fjc's volumes as like. equivalent to a mythological source text#and is like oh yeah we're going back to the origins or w/e#like that isn't how folklore works ..... rn the vogue is very much either direct oral learning or like rediscovering archival footage of a#singer avtually performing something#and we prize something the more esoteric and unfamiliar it is not bc it resembles a child text#anyway
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Dear Will,
Lightness and humour
I can handle
Yet do
Can I be your plus one Supass so proud of you, more expressions are coming once the mouth wash has kicked in.
The wavy short lustrous (reminiscent of another fawn) look so hot, the way it frames your face accentuate the heart shape but the straight look, glasses glam professional you look like you mean business journalist extrordinare, whoa
Illustrious have you recovered? This will warm...
Illustrious love you
Illustrious support you
Illustrious defend you
Illustrious full stop.
Supass what to say flow stream you desire we'll I'll do it clear up we will, all the loose ends so we can meet. Doesn't need to be at yours London somewhere, anywhere you decide, soon my love...
I'm getting second guessed but it's not preventing my flow because not even I know what I'm going to express, I change it up want so much for this draft to be full of fun and suprise and love ideal as I can display. I mean the last has a lot going for it but this, admiration brimming I want.
Here goes be gentle
Supass' suprise this rhyme
A suprise this will be sublime
That word again sublime fitting
Like one of your fabulous dresses
Sublime I mean, well you know where I'm heading
Under the covers a favourite spot
Self indulgence but will never be forgot
Later I tell myself, we've the quiet early hours
Hours yet brief but hours of relief
An In for Illustrious the impressive, stunning my love now you wait, to say that still whoa it's simple but had a serious impact. Today more re export goodness, I want to hear you say "my goodness" repeat after me. You don't ever need to it's the dynamic shift I'm surprising you with...
Supass your brand of professionalism and the way you interview the political establishment still on awe love I do, what strategy formidable it is beyond impressive I need a new word for impressive I could open thesaurus but I'm lazy, now I know you don't believe that.
August you are thesaurus don't lie
Get caught in a white lie not technique a ry
To be honest I don't practice, much ha
I sense a improvement coming
To sense is better than assume but are they similar?
A resounding no to similar sense, feel, believe truer expression, a lesson to take to heart.
Acceptance speech time how many loops! A hug to the woman who has the best job in journalism. I've said it but bares repeating such a heart warming and entertaining acceptance speech and you look splendid in your red suit but that over the shoulder dress, HOT collar bones and toned shoulder, plus what you say of course going back to loop I may be some time..
A phenomenal early morning awaits...
Illustrious!!! Look at you how I see you you'd be amazed you'd be I'm a model I may decide to tell you every think I fawn your last day, the back of your neck, ears hair up the hi the serve ry even the coffee misunderstanding which I still think is fun. You're model look in my eyes I'll constantly remind but you'll believe me I'll be relentless!
Supass I'm going to give you the warmest most supportive hug and kiss I can muster, come on my friend time to think, there I thought
This fine woman glorious
She gets negs from nefarious
But she'll listen to me over the rabble
I know to Scrabble the words
Wonderful women effortless
I'll make the effort to implore her
View you as I do love you
Complete pedestal Illustrious brace yourself for what I saw, what I see, what I know what I adore.
What I instantly saw was a young lady in waiting, I didn't know if you had a man but I wanted you for me. We flowed and you may not think unique but it was, totally unique I used to check the board to see if you were on shift and get excited like a 20 year old man. Remember you saw dishevaled and liked to me important, distinct.
To call you illustrious you do look Venus like, the old Adobe icon, your hair, face, mouth loved like I said, I'd hoped my memory would serve better but in the spirit of honesty I think you held back to stand out, but you do stand out to me, always will I'll show you more than you imagine I will, that's what I know darling.
What I adore your dedication to being the best woman for me, for me rewards coming your way, pleasures coming my way absolutely adore never forget...
What I'd do to foreplay a gentle kiss a caress of your jaw, I'd be ready... To move down to your neck gently lapping and quick soft kisses. We are stood I'd lean my hips in so you feel bulge. Slowly moving my kisses back up to your lips to give you a lingering, loving bite with my lips then a deep passionate kiss that will seem to last...private
Supass for you my love
What I saw, I knew of you for obvious stardom but that seminal day I heard you speak to me through the television and I immediately fawned you in that important green dress, touched I was by your request, immediate love interest then a political I can't quite remember and I thought wow this woman can tackle the political. Then I believe we started talking and hit it off. If only my memory could work better to describe my first moment of love, you said it first, unbelievable I think you know and I knew
What I see, I see you as I want a wonderful, powerful heart filled award winner with such willingness to nurture me, I don't know how the dynamic works but nurturing I need, I LOVE you for it, what an education these moments are, for both I feel. This feeds in to what I know, you made the right choice picking me out of all your potentials as I will lift you higher than any, I ry but sincere this seems mature in comparison to Illustrious' what I adore will be as tender as I can...
What I adore, the smiling eyes of yours and those plump cheeks, you bone structure model frame, flawless complexion curves but your demeanor adorable makes me tear I say it's the beaut but it's your way, the way you are I can't believe the fortune I have earned. Even if we were pennies, hand to mouth it wouldn't matter it's never gold with you or I although we are generating inordinate revenues.
What a womb one of my favourite phrases I've ever uttered it's true three grand young to be step dad to, can't wait at a time of your choosing.
Morning Illustrious feeling groggy now, yet Supass wide awake and shining. What are we going to talk about whilst she's working?
Her dress what colour would you call it? It's not pink ha red or oh my goodness green, it's agreed tan. What do I know about women's dresses apart from what I love to see her in.
What's your favourite dress, of yours? You'd rather talk Supass' dresses I'll learn soon enough I'll just keep asking ha
So Illustrious styling Supass I'm in to that, the red shimmer the one on my screensaver. Talking about screens have you worked yours and InstaIllustrious? I need a picture stat purely for my recovery purposes you understand.
You feel nervous about it whyever why? I'd adorn with affection, and give you the biggest kiss! You really don't have too if you don't want it's entirely up to you sweetheart I won't keep on.
You are cordially invited to the garage should you wish to join? What to get I wonder, co you say tut feeding my habit. Elevated press today grrr ever so manly.
See the light a highlight.
What am I going to write? About Illustrious
Illustrious delights me
Makes me forget trouble
Yet me, that's me I can't quite believe
Making me shake and almost see double
At our wedding, proud I am
To have and to hold, proud I plan
More Supass live fawn?
Oh Supass running my hands through your hair gently caressing your jaw line, looking longingly in to your eyes, I gently close pulling you gently close body feeling your breasts against my chest, a deep passionate kiss the pull away to witness what I have done.
What's legs alive I simply do not know a blurt from the depths the knee a hint am I obsessed or what is it..
Illustrious I want to talk you while Supass in her element. Yesterday's fawn in words very tender and special, what a moment immortalised in stream, did you dream I wonder to ponder a dream I'm phasing so monitor mine and see if you feature.
Supass a simple hug to make you feel better,
To have a dream come true,
A special woman for sure,
Delight I do it was plain to see,
To see her on breakfast TV
Supass my darling in her element
An important job they'll be no derailment
I won't interfere UK politics to risk
But we will discuss because I know enjoy
More adore Supass a heartfelt praise of how you stay composed, I grunt and growl and you prof and prowl I'd hazard and say a little wiles perhaps a touch, who brought touch up it's a tender adoration I'll tell myself off later.
Tender I want to show you that side today little embrace and kiss with fun, we have an escape this evening again, got new clothes I shall try. Not a patch on your style but you can style us.
Today I noticed your hair semi straight and a little jush is that how you spell jush it is now. How many raises verrrryyy sorry I keep inadvertantly doing it, back to tender I'm just going to stream until we sigh I'd ask for direction but I'll just flow and say whoa you clip interview I do that clipped accent I do notice these things but I sense subtle recognition of what I witness you'd love to hear, a little appreciation goes far.
I'm tempted to thesaurus again to find superlatives to lavish, I've my go to adour you and who you are and I'm humbled with your overwhelm it's beautiful to be on the receiving end. I know some will say a hoop so I'll clear it up I do want more of it like you want more real adour so serious and mature let's cause some trouble Abbey I for one would find that fun.
I'm looking up adour just to differentiate some words to create another in venerate to love intensely
Love intensely
Cherish, venerate, egsault
Demark's and remarks
Nod to you young lady
The quiet from let's plan an infiltration manoeuvre, or Rich's office Demark each area ha we could Mid OT without them knowing?
ECT neutral Switzerland, my view on ECT now neutral and Flupentrixal doesn't seem to have a negative effect. Ok I'm hinting again in a tender way.
Let's move away from my blatant I love the subtle yet sultry expression, explore discretion no blatant flash but you know the post works, makes the oxy rush.
Oxy rush and an oxy flush we are bonding not sure on brokenness You're not broken at least I get the sense you're not, some faults you say and that I'll learn in time, I'll help I'm good at learning but no minor problem insomountable I've many floors it's human I'll work on them with nurture an Illustrious' knowledge.
One fault I have indecision masked by decisiveness walking dichotomy follow you where you decide and let some stubbornness, renounce stubborn when it comes to your constructive ideas. Like the hotel best idea to expedite they want discharge but will keep saying temporary, moving to London shortly.
Thumb smile Illustrious. What fun it is to have private conversation and time together, although Supass hears it's good to have the early morning. You're not broken we should ask Zan about connect in brokenness, you've got it together at a young age perhaps you're career has helped but if there's anything you want to unburden I'm a great sounding board.
For now let's not dwell on my brokenness let me re explore love at first, love it was I know now like I've expressed his it some, but could you tell? You can't say now I respect that, I could tell I think not to hedge ahhh hedge ego defence alert wurrr wurrr wurrr.
Anyway LOVE you profound adoration it is to be truthful never really had that fun tetate in my years before meeting, I don't think I ever have been so delighted, I know nicks were fun and laugh I did but ask yourself where's it come from all of a sudden we can keep exploring it.
Supass hug I got a hug! I'm going to talk myself again but for now more direct expression, thesaurus time...
Special uttered is the expression
How love enlivens
I strive for high goals
And two glorious women love dearly
It costs me some reflection
But that's a grand endeavour
I love you Surpass what charm you possess our little rats clip go to for sure, love your neck mean it not a flaw to me. I'll express, believe!
Radiance of expression some prose for you I know I fawn but if you saw me this morning, beaming I was pride for sure but the mirror I love making me more handsome when I smile. You do though radiate energy and your youthful yet that power you possess allure it is.
I'm giving a lot to you but I should Illustrious I won't neglect but in this moment romance your direction.
Our meet I'd like you thinking about, the rats I had a mild realisation it's going to be grand even if you carry the conversation until I get in to my stride, great it will be no pressure. The way things are could be sooner than we think, imagine it for me, I'll play it over if I can.
Time for something serious.
Is it rude to fawn phone in polite company? Had to be said polite and courteous discreet oohh...
Illustrious!! Come on ry with, you do I know sensitive as far as I'm concerned. You want me to stand on my own, venture to Bath with no return. Regal visit it'll be together but three.
You're Illustrious!!! Arrgh love pure and simple never animosity just air clear move on done, I stole similar lyric. Please set too I want to hear your passion then I'll learn and improve, but tender would resolve on my part, what decision will you make...
Illustrious defines something unmistakable
I define one or two mistakable
One or two The Two no reservation
I'll do what it takes to remove hesitation
Feel free to speak you're mind
Yet I too am sensitive to the kind
Constructive it is I know no holds barred
So please feel free.
Thank you Ruby for letting me imagine Illustrious, friend I trust.
Supass the feather tension release will I ever not be slight trepidation around, it's grand and now I notice a lot of what I write is poetic, character I'm showing you and showing up, not showing you up in the British but I'm showing up to show how many times can show be said in a paragraph, show me something I don't know and I'll show you a new height...
Heights I raise you up but it's so deserved your essence protrudes the way you are, I've said it before it bares repeating a high pedestal yet I won't let you fall without catching and taking it on myself because I now feel that's right.
Time to be as real as I've ever been a little scarred bravado what's it going to be like, effortless I'd like to think a little intimidation. I keep thinking humour but I'm so serious in my admiration pressure to thrive some say but whoa all the time, am I going to be quiet and reserved unless you carry the conversation, will all the sultry cloud I don't even know how to express, nurture again flagging ego lack of faith in myself and my abilities... Which in my heart I know I have.
Illustrousgram we're acquiring a stake just to set up a one pic profile, it's fine I can imagine Ruby but Illustrious can improve her singing, not that I've heard her sing, but her voice so adorable can listen all the time. Tender, loving the reminder of hearing in person...
Supass' voice warm yet authoritative, kind yet dominating, captivating yet captivating, some Amorati learning but often so rewarding to hear her soft tones directed at me...
{Quotes marguaxpoetry on Instagram / Sarah Kay}
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Female Main Character: Alexis (Alex)
Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder
Summary: Something terrible happens on their date night. Will he lose her forever?
Word Count: 5.8K words
Rating: Teen (Drama, Angst, Hospital)
Warnings: Monster attack, Injury
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Nik Ryder never was that much in love than now with his girlfriend, Alex. He watched directly into her chocolate-brown eyes, unable to tear his silvery-blue eyes away from hers. Her beauty was undeniable, her smile dazzling, the stars shining in her eyes, and the light of the moon fell on her skin, which was a masterpiece. The expression of her cherry-red lips, her long silvery-black hair, her delicate slim body, her perfect silhouette. Every time, Alexis captured his breath and warmed up his heart. Nik caressed her tenderly and took her into his arms as she leaned against his strong chest.
"You know, you look even prettier when you smile. For me, you are already a wonder worthy of all the praise in the world. To be here with you and listen to you, to see you smile, it's something wonderful. I never thought I'd be ever happy again. You're the light in my dark world, rook.", the man admired her as he held her tightly, looking into her eyes."
"Oh Nik, you're so romantic all of a sudden. Did Cupid's arrow strike you or what?" she giggled, which made his heart flutter.
Nik ran a finger through her wavy hair as they we both seated on a white couch in his apartment. Both cuddling.
"Damn, I love your scent. The scent of your skin is so delicate and so irresistible. I would've given anything to sink inside your beautiful eyes, to listen to your voice for hours and feel your soft skin deeply against me." he whispered and then started kissing her deeply.
"Oh, someone is in a good mood now.", she mischievously signaled him to get closer.
"Damn right, that is. I am. Because I am here with you. Only with you, rook.", he looked directly into her eyes, his voice soft and almost whispering.
"So? Any plans for the evening?"
"Not yet, but I thought about taking you somewhere nice, maybe take you to eat? I thought maybe this romantic French restaurant? What do you think?", he winked while trying to charm her with his smile.
"Ohhhh, yes!!! Mon Amour is a great place!!! But also expensive, Nik."
"Doesn't matter. I know you're gonna love it. It's a place only for couples, perfect for a romantic date."
That night, the young couple were getting ready for their date. Nik wore an elegant black suit, while Alexis decided to wear the Maroon Majesty, an expensive, maroon-colored, silky designer dress with a deep cut and a golden body chain, which Nik bought for her for the first time.
"Alex, you ready now?! I made reservations, and we're getting late." Nik nervously was fumbling with the keys of his Range Rover in the hallway while constantly staring at his wristwatch.
"Just 5 minutes, Nik!!", she called out from the bathroom.
"But that's what you said 10 minutes ago, rook."
"Beauty takes time, darling. Just 5 more minutes, Nik.", she requested which made Nik groan.
After half an hour, they stopped in front of a fancy restaurant. The restaurant was located in a small square.
For a moment they just stopped to stare at each other before entering the building. The moonlight fell directly on her face and her skin was shining like silver. He looked at her. Her eyes were shiny, and her skin was radiant in the dim light, which made Nik smile.
"Damn, rook, even the moon itself wouldn't shine so brightly for me, if it wasn't for you and your beauty. Even the most brilliant stars pale in comparison."
"Oh, Nik. That's now too much. Stop saying these compliments. I'm not that..."
"Impossible, babe... There are not enough compliments and words in the world to describe the intensity of your beauty. And this night is magical; you're shining as bright as the stars themselves." his words made her blush as he whispered.
The young man placed his hand on her cheek, leaned closer before crashing his lips on her.
"Oh... Oh, Nik..."
"I know... even if I lived a million years... I can never forget... You're the most unique and beautiful... The most beautiful and special person in the universe. The woman I love the most..."
"Nik, look!!!" she suddenly shouted, which startled him. Nik broke away from her and followed her gaze. There was a strange and sinister-looking creature, a monster watching them. It seemed to be trying to approach them, making strange and unpleasant sounds. Immediately Nik stepped in front of her to shield her. His expression got very serious and focused.
"I'm here to protect you."
The mysterious monster approached closer with more aggressive noises and was ready to attack.
Nik, let's leave. You don't have your weapons with you. Let's run. Please.", she begged for their safety.
He realized that she was right and grabbed her hand and urgently led her away from danger. Nik was walking with her fast, and his face was very serious.
"Don't worry, rook. I will not let anything happen to you."
The streets were dark and they were alone. The noises of the monster suddenly started to approach rapidly behind them which frightened them a bit.
"It's following us, Nik. It is after us."
Still holding her hand tightly, both continued to walk at a faster pace. Almost ready to run.
"Alex, Just don't look back. And don't be afraid, okay? I will not let this creature harm us in any way. Damn, why haven't I thought about bringing some weapons?!"
"On our date?"
"A nighthunter has to be prepared for anything, rook."
"Honestly, I do wish now that you would have brought your weapons with you."
Their fast walk rapidly began to become a run as the mysterious creature regained speed, following them down various dark streets as the couple avoided the main streets. They kept running. The monster followed them closely behind. Nik turned a corner in the street and dragged his girlfriend into the alley between two buildings. The monster was right behind them, and it seemed like it was going to jump and attack any second.
Through the running, Alex suddenly stumbled. Nik quickly reacted and caught her in his arms to keep her from falling.
"I got you, my love."
The monster was almost in range to attack. The noises got loud and very unpleasant to hear as they faced it.
"Nik..." she whispered in fear, holding him tight.
"It's okay. I won't let this thing hurt you, baby. I'll take care of it.", the young man assured while turning her face to look at her eyes and stroked her hair as ge gently spoke so that she does not get more scared.
"I swear, nothing's gonna happen. I'm there to protect you and fight this thing without fear. I had worse. Just put your faith in me and my abilities."
He held her tightly against his chest and pulled her closer to him, and her face pressed against his chest, where she felt his heartbeat.
Within seconds, the monster attacked already, which separated the couple.
"Nik!!!"
"Noooo!! Alex!!!"
In a hurry, he immediately grabbed her and pushed her to the side with one hand at the last second to prevent the monster from hurting her, and it was he who got to receive the attack in her place. With great force, he got knocked back and thrown several feet. He hit the ground on his back.
He could barely see while a strong pain seized his body, but he felt the need to get up and protect Alex. He must protect her.
He managed to raise his head just to see that the monster was approaching again. Alex her head got bumped against a brick wall when he pushed her to the side. Unconscious and with her head bleeding, she was lying on the ground. Only a few feet away from the creature, which started taking advantage of the situation and tried to approach her instead of Nik.
Nik got frustrated. He was unable to get up. He wanted to get up, he wanted to protect her, but he couldn't move. The amount of pain he was in was immense. Blood covered the side of his face.
When the being approached quietly and was about to grab Alex, ready to sink its fang-like teeth into her neck, Nik felt that he couldn't bear it any longer; he must act.
He dragged himself forward and with what little strength he had, he reached the monster in time to drive his fist into its chin. The monster fell back. Nik got up with a huge effort, trying to keep the monster away from his girlfriend. The sudden urge and strength to protect her at all cost, even when it meant his own death, because there was nothing in this world that dear to him any more than his beloved, Alex.
Grabbing the monster he managed to hold him back from her with both hands. The monster tried to push Nik away with its feet and claws, but he somehow managed to hold it back still. Fate was on his side. With every effort, he pushed the danger back. Every second that passed, every moment he held back was a triumph for him in this battle. His strength was running out quickly and the pain grew more and more. Breathing heavily and almost exhausted, the man managed to hold it back and push it away once again. The monster getting more and more aggressive now. Nik's breathing was getting shallower, his strength running out. He's starting to feel dizzy. It's a battle against something supernatural and he must resist until the last moment at any cost.
"For Alex.", he whispered, which gave him strength.
A last-ditch effort was needed. Nik suddenly felt a burst of energy and an intense adrenaline surge, as if his body was forcing him to resist until the last minute. His muscles tensed up and a look of determination crossed his face. Nik faced the creature, tightened his grip on the monster, and pushed it away with a last effort.
He quickly took a dagger in his hand from his pocket and held it firmly. If he had no weapons, why not try with a simple dagger which he had just found in his pockets. The monster stared at him as he waved the dagger in front of him, getting closer each second. His look is intense and predatory, just like a beast ready to pounce to attack. Nik faced him with great determination and bravery. He had to protect his lover at every cost.
Taking the initiative, he dared to step forward while holding the dagger and aimed immediately for the throat of the monster.
With a loud scream, the monster fell to the ground dying.
A wave of relief floods through him. The battle against the monster had cost him a lot of effort, but he finally managed to defeat it. The young nighthunter bleeding, had bruises and scratches all over his body, but it was nothing for him. He watched Alex with concern as he went over to check on her.
She was still unconscious with a huge wound on her head. Seeing her in that state, he panicked, pulled her towards him, careful not to hurt her, and placed his hands on her cheeks.
"Alex... Alex...?!!", he shouted her name as he waited for a response while gently shaking her shoulder, but she didn't.
His expression went from concern to pain as he started to realize that he may have failed to protect her.
Without losing any more time, he called the ambulance immediately. As he waited for someone to come, he tried to stop the bleeding of her head wound. Visibly frustrated and overwhelmed by the situation, he put pressure on the bleeding while he continued to call her and wake her up. He kissed her on the forehead near the injury, anxiously waiting for someone to arrive as soon as possible. It was a long and painful time for him.
Finally, the ambulance arrived after long minutes. The paramedics put her in the ambulance and started to treat her and also Nik's wounds.
Nik was sitting in a chair across from her hospital bed. Alex was still unconscious. He watched her with a look of deep concern on his face. Her body was attached to various IVs and monitors, and she was being closely monitored by the nurses and doctors. He still had blood on his face and various cuts, bruises, and scratches all over his body. His left hand got bandaged too. Their eyes were red from all the effort he had to face the monster, and his heart was beating rapidly from the adrenaline overload. His body hadn't recovered yet either, but despite his battered state and all the pain, he worriedly waited for her to wake up. To see that she is okay.
Finally a nurse informed him that her condition was stable that they had managed to stop the bleeding and that her vitals were now within normal ranges. However, her head injury still required a lot of observation. They were careful but they explained to him that there are still risks associated. She would have to remain unconscious for a few hours, but there was no danger of a more serious condition. Nik got a bit more relaxed but was still worried. He stayed with her the whole time.
A few hours later Alex finally up and looked around.
"Where am I?"
When Nik finally heard her voice, he breathed a sigh of relief, taking her hand with a big smile on his face. He leaned over her and spoke in a gentle tone.
"You're safe now, my dear. You're in the hospital. We were attacked by a monster and you got hurt, but don't worry, you're okay now. You're going to get better."
"What??!!"
"We were attacked by a monster. I was able to push you away from danger, but your head. You got injured. I'm sorry, rook. I tried to get the monster away from you but... Well, it's dead now. We're safe now. Your head is being monitored. But you're fine it's nothing serious. Don't you remember anything?"
"No. Nothing. But who are you?"
"What? What the hell are you...?"
"I asked who you are."
"I'm Nik. Your boyfriend. We have been dating for a year now. I was taking you home when we got attacked by a monster. I managed to fight it off, but I wasn't fast enough to protect you."
Nik couldn't stand to see her like this and looked down, feeling guilty for being unable to keep her safe. Visibly very concerned, his heart grew heavier. He took her hands in his before speaking in a soft tone of voice while he gazed down at his hands which were still holding hers.
"No need to worry, the doctors say that a temporary memory loss is normal. It's part of the shock, and it's only a temporary situation. You will recover your memory soon, okay? The doctors said that you should rest and not worry.", he tried to reassure her and himself too, wishing she could remember him already.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
Who are you? This question hit him hard. Nik felt a deep pain inside him that she didn't remember him.
"I'm your... your boyfriend."
"Really? I don't think I have a boyfriend."
Nik couldn't believe his ears. He tried to keep calm but with every word that she said made his heart grow heavier.
"You don't have a... a boyfriend? Why do you think that?"
There was a sudden silence on both sides; Nik was speechless and didn't know how to get out of this situation she had a hard moment believing that she could be in a serious relationship with this dashing and handsome in front of her. She dared to speak again.
"Who are you?"
"You don't remember me?", Nik couldn't believe the situation. He watched at her with a look of shock and hoped for any sign that she was remembering him or just pulling some silly prank on him. Sadly, she was still looking at him with a confused expression and this is made his stomach feel heavy.
"Mister, I..."
"Nik... it's Nik... Your boyfriend."
"Oh, okay. But, I'm sorry, I don't remember you."
Nik was speechless; he didn't know what to say or how to react. He remained quiet for a moment, taking deep breaths and trying to contain himself. He was really struggling not to show that this was hurting him
Suddenly he noticed that she was feeling a bit ill and tried to ask her some things to distract her from her memory loss. He spoke with a concerned tone of voice and a tender look. She may not remember him but she's clearly upset by all this too.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?"
"Why don't I remember? What's going on? I try to think but I feel pain."
"They say it's normal, temporary memory loss. You had a bad injury and you had a severe shock, and that can affect the memory. But rest assured that doctors are taking good care of you.", he sighed and lowered his head, starting to lose some hope. A little hope that the doctors were right. That eventually she will recover her memory.
"And why are you here again?"
"I'm here because of what happened to you. It's my fault. I tried my best to protect you from the monster, but I wasn't fast enough.
"Monster?? Are you crazy? They don't exist. What non-sense are you talking about?"
Nik was speechless for a moment; what she said didn't make any sense to him at all. He had no idea how to answer her. He watched her and opened his mouth to say something but he stopped himself. Perhaps her memory loss was more serious than they thought. He swallowed hard and began to speak in a tone of voice that was trying hard to sound convincing.
"Yeah... you're right, of course. They don't exist. You should try to rest now." "Then what really happens to me if monsters don't exist, huh? You're hiding something. Or are you using me because I don't remember anything?"
He had no idea what to say and how to answer this anymore. Of course, Alex knew about the existence of supernatural beings, but that was months ago when she found out. Did she seriously lose so many memories? Such a huge gap. Memories of their relationship all vanished within a day. He didn't know what to say. The accusation made him feel bad, and he was worried that she might not trust him anymore. When he opened his eyes again he tried to explain in a desperate voice as if he just had run out of words. Frustrated, felt that whatever he was saying would be wrong to her.
"I swear I'm not hiding anything. Please, you have to believe me..."
"How? Who are you? A man who's taking advantage of my memory loss so he can do and tell whatever he wants me to believe??"
Shocked by her accusation, as if a nerve had touched inside him. As if his lover was taken away from him.
"Listen, I'm your boyfriend, we've been dating for a few months. I'm not taking advantage of you or anything like that. I'm just... here for you because I love you. Can't you believe that?"
"Look, I lost my memory so I have to be careful. You could be anyone. Even a guy who wants to use me, abuse me, or..."
"Woah, I would never do that. Trust me, I understand what you're saying and I know you find it difficult to trust in people because you can't remember anything. But I'm not that kind of guy and I would never hurt you. I'm... I'm just here for you. You're safe with me."
Nik swallowed hard, she didn't say anything wrong. Alex was right in being very cautious given her situation. His girl has been through something very traumatic, and, understandably, she finds it difficult to trust people. But it also hurt him that she didn't remember him at all
He wanted her to remember him so much.
When Alex tried to stand up from the hospital bed, Nik immediately stopped her by placing his hand gently on top of hers.
"No, don't try to get up, please... The doctors said you need to wait a little longer to recover before you walk around. Let's not take any risks. Just lie back. Relax for a moment, okay? Do you have any pain anywhere?"
"No, my head hurts when I try to remember", Alex sobbed, and tears began to roll down her cheeks.
" Ssh... Hey... you're gonna to be okay. Just relax and don't try to think too much now. I'm here for you, Alex. Please..."
Now the young man was holding back his own tears, the way she reacted was affecting him so much. He kept caressing her hair and spoke to her in a gentler and calming way. He was trying to keep his voice from breaking
"Ssh... Shhh... it's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm here, okay? Just try to relax now and don't think about it too much. Just try to rest now... Can you do it for me?"
"I... I'm sorry. You seem so kind."
Hearing the compliment was enough to make him break down. His heart and stomach grew even heavier as he got more emotional. His silvery eyes watered a lot now. Answering with a nod, Nik swallowed hard a bunch of times as he tried to keep himself from crying. It was completely rare to see him like this. Completely overwhelmed, crying and emotional over her
"So what was your name, again?",
This question was like the breaking point for him. His heart filled with immense hurt and now tears spilled from his eyes. She didn't remember him at all. The person that he loved the most and who was everything to him just asked him his name and didn't acknowledge his love for her.
"My name is... Nik... and I'm your boyfriend..."
"So, you're my boyfriend?" she asked for reassurance again, and he nodded with a weak smile. Her voice felt good to hear but the words and the way she was talking to him like a stranger. His words have no weight right now. Nik swallowed hard and nodded again. "Yes, I'm your boyfriend. And you're my girlfriend."
"I need time to process. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Everything will be okay again. I just hope so."
"Can I ask something?"
"Sure."
"Why was I wearing a dress tonight? Looks quite expensive. And..."
And you're wearing a suit?"
Nik raised his chin a little bit and gazed at her body, seeing her still in the dress and himself in his suit. He swallowed hard and looked down a little.
"You dressed to go on a date with me. You... you don't remember that we made plans to go to a fancy restaurant tonight?"
"No."
"So... we have been dating for a few months and I asked you out this evening to a fancy restaurant. We talked a lot during these months, but you don't remember?" he dared to ask. His words were now becoming more forceful, desperately wanting her to remember something about their relationship.
"No, I don't. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I just hope you remember me soon."
"I hope too."
"Yeah... let's hope so..."
"Hey, what happened to you actually? You look seriously injured too."
Nik noticed the concern and surprise in her eyes. She was gazing at his body, especially his legs which were injured pretty badly.
"Oh, that. Nothing. Just some scrapes and bruises. The doctors said it's nothing serious. Let's not worry about that too much, okay? Just relax for a bit. Okay?"
Nik smiled at her again in a gentle way. His eyes watery and his tone of voice filled with joy and sadness at the same time. Alexis was so beautiful and he foimd himself wanting to hug her so bad. Not wanting to let go of her, but forced himself to do so since she would be trying to rest and sleep. Nik sat by her bed and he noticed that her eyes were now closed. Alex looked so much more relaxed and calm now which made the man happy that she's finally getting some rest. His heart relieved that there was something positive happening. He wanted to take the opportunity to try and calm himself down a little since he felt so hurt and sad. It was extremely painful for him to see her like this.
The young man opened his cell phone and started browsing the internet to stay occupied. After a bit he felt so overwhelmed that he needed to distract himself from everything. Nik was browsing the internet, just trying to get his mind off of all the stressful thoughts he's experiencing right now. Trying to remember all the good times that he had with her during all these months. The smiles, the laughs, the dates and all the little things that made a relationship special. Now, he scrolled through his photos and he started to get overwhelmed with positive emotions. He felt a tear coming up his eye but he forced it back since he wanted to stay calm. But scrolling through all the photos that he had of her, he just wanted to remember her smile again, as he watched all the pictures. All these moments were now just forgotten to her.
The nighthunter blinked to prevent the tears from coming out again and he tried to regain his composure. Extremely touched by the pictures he was going through, especially the ones that were the most meaningful. He remembered every detail from those moments. Nik continued to scroll until suddenly he got an idea. He could use the photos to try and jog her memory. When young man found a photo taken by a nice lake in the bayou during one of their dates. The place where they shared their very first kiss. He decided now to show it to her to see if maybe this photo could remind her of anything. Slowly, he approached her bed and held his black phone in front of her face.
"Hey, look at this.", he wispered, slowly continued to show her the photos.
Sadly, Alex doesn't seem to recognize it at all, and it made him feel a bit disappointed, but maybe this photo will have some effect on her memory somehow. He continued to show the picture a bit longer, hoping and that something in her eyes will suddenly change and show a recognition or something like that.
"Please, rook... Try to remember."
"I try, but... Hey, why does it sound so familar?"
"What?"
"The way you just called me. That word..."
"You mean the word: rook ? That's your nickname. That's how I call you. Cuz I love you. Please, I want you back. Try to remember.", he begged, still holding his phone in front of her.
Suddenly, after a little while, her chocolate-brown eyes became a little watery. She smiles slightly, looking much more relaxed at it but nothing else.
"That's me."
A glimmer of hope rose within Nik Ryder, confident that she might remember again. Just those two simple words 'that's me' and that already meant a little bit more to him before than anything. It felt like her first steps towards recognition.
"Yeah, that's you. And that's me. Us."
"Such a pretty picture", she positively and happily confirmed which made Nik smile. Determinated, he tried to continue to explore her memory by swapping right on the phone screen, showing another picture. It was taken while they were sitting in a park on a nice day, eating ice cream.
"Oh, ice-cream. Is that a picture from summer?"
"Yeah, that was last summer. You can remember that part? When was that? Summer?", he got extrelmly happy as she was giving him some signs of recognition and now he hoped she will remember more and more if he showed more pictures of them.
"This one is a bit older and was taken just 3 months ago. The two of us at a restaurant, having a wonderful evening together. Being very affectionate and having a lot of fun."
"So beautiful. Nik, we were really dating? Look how happy we look.
"Yeah, we were in a beautiful and meaningful relationship. This is just one of our dates."
He continued to move the photos in front of her face, looking at her reaction.
"And this picture looks cute. We kinda look good together. I think.", she giggled which was a positive sign for him. Her eyes were starting to sparkle a bit as she almost seemed to recognize it.
"So we are still dating."
"Yeah, we are. Can you tell me what was the last thing we did together?"
He waited for a few more seconds to see if she would say anything more and finally decided to break the silence. Nik was now thinking that maybe he asked the wrong question. He could see she was focused deep inside her mind but she couldn't remember. Perhaps he should have asked for something more specific and not this kind of a general question. He felt like he had now rushed a little, made her panic, so he decided to talk to her calmly.
"My lovely, you've forgotten me and everything about our relationship, but I still want to keep trying every day to reconnect with you. I just need to know, do you still want to be with me?"
"I... I... I try to remember. According to the pictures we were so happy together."
He felt a bit relieved that she at least knew they had a happy relationship.
"Yeah, we were. And I want us to be like that again. It takes time and you're getting closer now. But I just want to know. The truth is, I haven't stopped loving you even for a second, I've been waiting every day for a chance to be with you again. Do you still want to be with me?"
"Nik, that's your name... Right?"
"Yeah."
"Look, I want to remember everything first before I give an answer. Like, is our relationship still happening or... you know... I hope we are no exes and..."
The thought of them being exes was very unsettling to him, so he responded very bluntly without thinking twice.
"Hey, we are absolutely not exes!! Okay? And I completely understand that you want to remember everything first. But you did recognize our relationship in the last few pictures. And also that we were a very happy couple. Is that correct?"
"Yes! I just want to be on the safe side and... What was our last picture?", she requested him to show the last picture of them and so he did.
"The last one was when I took you on a picnic in one of the parks. Would you want to go again?", he smiled which suddenly faded a bit when he just realized that she still didn't say if she wants to continue with him.
"Sorry, I..."
"It's alright. I just can't believe how I even ended up with a young, handsome man like you if it's true.", she blushed shyly.
"I'm actually the lucky guy who's with such a gorgeous woman, my love."
"Can you show me the date this picture was taken? Like was it last month, last week or a few days ago?"
Without questioning, he took the phone from her hand, quickly checked the date of the photo and then showed her the date of the photo.
"Here's the date, rook. 31st July."
"Just 3 days ago? So we're still together, I assume."
"Yes!! Yes, we are!! Of course. And I still love you."
"Ummm, what's your name again?"
"Nik. My name is Nik Ryder."
"So, Nik... Can you show me more pictures? It looks fun. Please?", she lightly rested her head on his shoulder.
With a huge grin as he took the phone and started to scroll through the pictures again and then he showed her another one. This time it's a picture of them together standing on a sidewalk and they were holding hands. Nik still remembered that day. They were both smiling, wearing jackets because it was the middle of the winter. The weather was cold but they were still able to enjoy each other's company. He was feeling very happy just to be there by her side.
"So pretty."
Nik felt very hopeful, he knew he was doing the right thing by showing her all his photos like this one by one. It seemed to really help her remember some parts, and that's enough. He was more confident that this was working and his feelings were being confirmed. He immediately continued to show the next photo. This time around, it's one of their dates as they are sitting in a romantic restaurant eating food together.
"Wow, look at me. That expensive silk dress I'm wearing. And you look very handsome in that suit, Nik."
The man shyly grinned after hearing her compliment. Her words made him feel much more comfortable with her and the memories were now becoming even more clear in her mind. He was excited to see where this will go next.
The last photo he decided to show to her, was a moment that was incredibly special and romantic. They were both sitting on a bench together at night, looking at the stars. The light was just dim enough for her to see his beautiful eyes and she was also very beautiful at that moment. The warmth of the star's shine made them feel even more united and the light just seemed to create the perfect romantic atmosphere between them. Nik remembered this moment like it was yesterday and now waited for her response.
"Nik... I may not remember, but... I believe you. I believe you, Nik. About us."
These words sounded like music to his ears. She finally trusted him completely, even without remembering everything. She was trusting in what was true and she was believing him that their relationship was real. He smiled at her and her eyes seem to brighten as she smiled back at him.
A few weeks have passed and they have finally returned to their old, daily life together as a couple. Her memory was finally back and everything was as it was before. She remembered all the things they did together, all the adventures, and also their plans for the future. She remembered how much she loved him and how much he loved her.
"Nik, I missed you. And I love you."
"Damn, I missed us too and I love you. You scared the hell outta me. Thought I lost you forever."
"I know. And thanks for not giving up on us."
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