#something very sweet for you this fine monday! i don't think i've really talked about robins here before

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

[wellpresseddaisy]

Long Ago (and far away) pt. 23

And now for something a little different. I thought we could use a bit of a palate cleanser before we have to deal with more emotions.

Monday evening, Diagon Alley

A shadowed figure darted across cobbled streets, bootheels ringing against the stone. A fine mist curled and wafted about the figure, flaring with cloak and skirt at each sharp turn.

It turned down a dimly lit alley and scurried through the pooling gloom. Finally, it pushed open the door of the Queensmark Teahouse and slipped inside.

"Eggers? Are you done for the night? It's an absolutely foul one." Eglantine Carruthers pushed back the hood of her cloak and removed her gloves.

"Nory? Is it just you, dearest?" Came a voice from the back.

"Just me, darling. I don't think anyone else has even stirred yet." She took off her cloak and laid it in a booth. "It is perishing out there."

"I have tea and a light supper ready. You're always ravenous after the theater." Eglantine Dunwoodie exited the kitchen, but it wasn't an Eglantine any but her friends recognized.

Gone was the soft pompadour and sensible dress of her everyday persona. In their place, she wore her hair in a short, cropped cut and the trousers and waistcoat of a three-piece suit. She wore a soft, collarless shirt under the waistcoat with her sleeves rolled up.

"Oh, Eggsy." Eglantine sighed. "One day…"

"Mother's been such a brick about me not wanting to be married and settle down with giving her grandbabies, after she calmed down at least." Dunwoodie managed a soft smile, though it twisted a bit. "I can't…not yet. She loves the girly things on me so."

"Well, you'll just have to bring home a pretty girl who likes to be fussed over and who wants to have children. Not to mention that you being handsomer than all your brothers would put their noses out of joint." Eglantine waved a hand and spoke airily. "How is that sweet little librarian you’ve been stepping out with, by the by?”

“Eglantine Honoria, what have you done?” That perfectly casual tone immediately raised suspicion in everyone who knew her.

“Nothing at all, darling. Just supporting a venerable institution. She’s ever so helpful. I suppose she can’t help being named Marion.”

“It’s a perfectly lovely name.” Dunwoodie raised an eyebrow.

“Maaaarion…madam libraaaaaarian.” Eglantine sang. “It’s from a non-magical musical, quite popular at the moment though the male lead doesn’t really have the range he ideally needs. Too used to G&S, I suppose.”

“Not everyone has an encyclopedic knowledge of musical theater, dearest.” Dunwoodie smiled.

“Well they should of they’re going to be producing librarians. She really is sweet. She found ever so many books for me and it was happenstance that she helped me at all. I just went to do a bit of research for a book and I didn’t realize she was your librarian until we were halfway through the history section.”

“She isn’t mine, dearest.”

“Not yet she isn’t. And when she is then we’re going to have a party for you.” Eglantine did not mention a certain tea and gossip date set for the next week.

"You just want an excuse to throw a party, you horror." Dunwoodie laughed. "How are you doing, though, without the house elves?"

"Oh, we're doing brilliantly. I felt so guilty that they were with us because Hal's the eldest when his sister has nine children and no help. Well, some help, but not nearly enough, not for nine. Really they were just dying for house elf assistance. Nanny — the head elf — was so very kind and helped us find Nanny Jameson and Nurse. And both of them get on famously with Nanny, so Nanny can pop by whenever she likes and make certain everything is up to her standards. And oh, I've been such a goose, darling. You really wouldn't believe." Eglantine waved her soup spoon as she spoke.

"Eat your soup, Nory, and then tell me. We haven't had a good long talk in so long." Dunwoodie set a soup plate before her. "I want to hear all about your doings."

"Thank you. I really am famished. One eats before the theater, of course, but opening night is such a marathon. And then people want to speak to one after and suddenly it's closing in on so very late and one is just dead." Eglantine stopped speaking long enough to refresh herself. "Now that I'm no longer in danger of just wasting away…oh, I've missed this too. I must make more time for my friends. Hal…you know, he's really such a darling man."

"That's the only reason he gets invited to our dos, you know." Dunwoodie smiled gently. "It's because he makes you wonderfully happy. Putting your mother's nose out of joint may have helped."

"And she can't even complain because his family is so unimpeachably correct." Eglantine giggled, her eyes alight with mirth. "In any case…do you know, we should have a party to celebrate how brave we all are, really. But, me being a goose. Mother—don't make that face darling, you'll be wrinkled up in no time and Mother isn't worth it—got it into my head that I should take more interest in the boys' primary education. That I was somehow a Bad Mother because I was leaving it to the professionals."

"That," Dunwoodie pointed with her toast. "Is precisely what a bad mother would say."

"In any case, Hal was away and I got myself so worked up over it that I tried and tried to take an interest. By the time he got home I was pacing in the foyer, convinced that I was the Worst Mother Ever because I was about to go mad if I had to listen to a child limping through the alphabet one more time. Do you know, he's never laughed at me? Not once? Not even this last time when he dropped his valise in the foyer and found me doing a fine impression of Lady MacB, all wringing hands and agonized eyebrows?"

"Of course he hasn't. He's a good man."

"Between him and Nanny they got me calmed down enough to see sense and it is funny now. The pacing in the foyer part, not Mother. Hal said life would be terribly flat if he came home to a quiet house and no dramatic scenes in the foyer. It really is a lovely place for a good scene." Eglantine smiled down at the table. "He also said that while spending more time with the boys is good, I can't neglect my friends or my work. That having outside interests makes one a better parent."

"Precisely. It isn't as if you shunt them off to Nanny and only see them an hour at teatime or leave all the hard bits to Nanny and Nurse. But you have to be able to work, as well."

"Nanny was very firm that we hired her on because she's a professional and can start the boys on their educational path. And that working parents need help, and also could we please keep my mother out of the nursery? We may have to ban her from the house altogether and won't that be a merry to-do?" Eglantine sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep ranting about Mother."

"She's just so rantable, dearest. One day, when she and your Aunt Eulalia are no longer with us, you're going to write a best-seller about your family."

Eglantine snorted. "Dad would buy innumerable copies and hand them out to everyone. He loves her, but…"

"Yes. But. Now, I asked you to come before everyone else for a reason, and I think we could both use a bit of a palate-cleanser after your mother." Dunwoodie refilled their teacups.

"Oooh, you have the best gossip, darling. You hear simply everything here." Eglantine settled into her chair.

"Guess who was in here Saturday afternoon?" Dunwoodie started.

"Oh, who? Don't make me guess, darling. I've used all my brain and borrowed some from Hal today. I'm working on some very dodgy credit."

"Alright, you goose. It was Professor Snape, and he wasn't alone."

Her tone had Eglantine gasping. "Oh, really?"

"He's bonded. Well, he was, just that morning at Gringotts."

"Ooooooh. Who?"

"The new head of the Slytherin family. He had the signet and the bonding bands. Didn't get his name, though. I expect it'll be in the papers in the next few days."

"No!" Eglantine fairly squeaked in delight. "Oh, this is too utterly wonderful. What was he like?"

"He seemed…normal? Protective. I think he might get called domineering and overbearing with some regularity, to be perfectly honest. Professor Snape was in a right state when they came in, like he was that one Potions lesson. Do you know…sometimes…it was like they were meant to be together, dearest. Like you and Hal. They were just right together. And he has a face like one of those collar advertisements. Handsome as anything, and there I was looking like a hazel angora rabbit."

Eglantine's mouth twitched. "You don't remind one that much of a fluffy bunny in your girly things. And certainly not now, darling."

"I, er, overreacted a titch when they came in." Dunwoodie bit her lip. "Held him at wand point until he showed the bands and his signet."

Eglantine snorted. "Well of course you did. It was Professor Snape. But darling, this is too blessedly funny. It would make a wonderful book. The schoolmaster plucked from his everyday life and hurtled into Society. Mmm…domineering husband…oooh, perfect aristocrat…he doesn't need to be taken to the shops…not with Mrs. Malfoy's influence, but…I wonder if Professor Snape will have a Moment of Triumph?"

"You are not using this in your work." Dunwoodie managed to sound stern for a moment. "And Professor Snape's moment of triumph would be making Dowager Prewett laugh inappropriately at a presentation."

"He would, wouldn't he?" Eglantine had that far away look her friends recognized as 'author at work'.

"He got such a ticking off from her at one of the last presentations because he spent the night trying to make either Professor McGonagall or Mrs. Malfoy lose their composure." Dunwoodie confided, mostly to get Eglantine's brain off the writerly track.

"Someone…well, no, she might actually be more frightening than Professor Snape."

"I was standing by the tea table thinking cook-like thoughts, so they didn't even notice me. She told him that he could stop being a towering brat and that he was going to sit by her until the Malfoys took him home because she couldn't trust him to behave otherwise. To his credit, he really did his best to amuse her after that."

"She called Professor Snape a…no. I won't believe it. She couldn't! She didn't! Not Professor Snape!"

"She did. She is ancient. I suppose we all must seem like children. I rather saw her point, though. We never saw it at school because he'd rather remove his own liver than be a bad influence on us, but I think his natural inclination is to tease a bit, push the boundaries. He's really not that much older than we are. What…seven years? Same as Eccles, really."

"Well, it is pleasant sometimes when your partner takes a firm line on pushing boundaries." Eglantine waggled her eyebrows. "Hal's dreadfully good at firm."

"Eg-lan-tine! What have you been getting up to?" Dunwoodie couldn't help the scandalized question. Usually, she tried to ignore Eglantine's more outrageous moments.

Eglantine just grinned wickedly. "You know, I learned so much about myself on the trip backafter we married. So…educational."

"You really are a horror, you know." Dunwoodie chuckled.

"Yes, I've rather a lot of practice." She snickered. "But…once he'd come back, Professor Snape, that is…he was taken care of?"

"Oh, yes. I think it might be good for him. He needs to be looked after, I think. He's got dreadfully thin."

"Has he? I used to think he toyed with his food more than ate it, you know? Nerves. But with all the layers it's so hard to see. And even I wasn't impertinent enough to ask. He made such a difference for us, though, those last few years. I don't think anyone's ever done the same for him. And…you're certain sure this one is a good one?"

"Yes." Dunwoodie answered firmly. "He reminded me of Hal. And Professor Snape reminded me of you after you'd found Hal. You used to go around, well, cranked right up, and no wonder with your mother. I think Professor Snape is more like you than not, dearest, only he internalizes everything. Funny how we never noticed."

"That would explain why he always knew exactly what I was up to." Eglantine sighed. "Couldn't get anything over on that man. And children are self-centered as gyroscopes, by and large, even mine."

"You still can't get anything past him." Dunwoodie grinned at her. "I asked everyone to come out tonight because I didn't want them surprised, as much as possible. I just wanted a good confab with you, first."

"We're definitely having more parties. I mean it, darling. We don't see near enough of each other. And we are going to make a standing date, whenever is most convenient to you. I won't fall out of touch with all my friends, and especially not you. Eglantines have got to stick together."

"Speaking of sticking, dearest, how's young Teddie?"

"Edwina is…coping. The collective family name took rather a hard knock with Mother's reaction to…well, me taking a powder. And then when I came back married…and started writing plays and things…what a frightful time. Poor girl is finding it a bit hard in Slytherin. Aunt Eulalia siding with mother didn't help. They've both lost their vouchers. Dowager Prewett apparently thought them giving me The Cut was beyond acceptable. Mother's tried to make nice again, though, in her own way. I just feel so for poor Teddie. She doesn't deserve to be a scapegoat."

"I can have a word with my cousins in Ravenclaw. She's a bright girl; they should be able to do something for her. It's certainly been long enough."

"You'd think people would forget, but not Slytherin. Not when it comes to committing Social Crimes. I've been trying to take her about with me as much as possible, since Uncle Wallace put his foot down. He and Dad have been the saving graces, really."

"Well, we'll do what we can. Some of my cousins are friends with some of the current crop of Morningsides. I'll see if they'll have a word. She won't be lonely forever."

"Thank you. If I knew five years ago…"

"We would still have put you on that steamer, dearest, if we had to drug you. You needed to get away. And you met Hal, who really is the nicest man I know."

"He is, isn't he." Eglantine went a bit pink.

"And how are Eurydice and Ecclesiastes?" The glint in her eye had Eglantine sniggering.

"Dicey's just fine. She's at Oxford and she's beating the pants off everyone in terms of scholarship. Poor old Eccles, though, she really can't help it. And we shouldn't call her that, but honestly, if you're going to proselytize…and your own family at that!"

"She sent me a Bible. With all the bits she found important highlighted."

"She didn't! Oh, you know I don't mind anyone being a Christian or anything, plenty of them are the loveliest people, but it seems like she's doing it just to be a trial. She does have to live with Mother, though, which I imagine is a complete misery, and Mother keeps saying how it's so unfortunate Poor Ethel is On The Shelf. What can you expect with a personality like a wet Monday?"

"Is she still, er, doing Good Works for the Unfortunate?" A rather unsteady voice betrayed Dunwoodie.

"I shall never live that down. Mrs. Weasley, thankfully, has a sense of humor. She collared me at the Simcox's tea, you know, and was just so delightful. She completely understood that you can't choose your blood relations. Eccles is moving into absolutely potty territory, I'm afraid. She wanted to wear the most ghastly frock to my parents' anniversary party. This…shapeless sack in the most putrid shade of mauve. It wasn't even nice shapeless, like one of those artistic dresses or the nineteen-twenties. She had a whole speech about modesty and not causing your brothers in Christ to stumble all while staring at my red velvet which was a bit décolleté. But in a tasteful way because it was a formal affair. Dad told her any stumbling wasn't her problem and she was to go change her dress immediately. She still wore something appalling but it wasn't actively embarrassing, at least."

Dunwoodie could barely speak for mirth by the end of it. "I really oughtn't laugh." She gasped.

"Someone should get some enjoyment out of this. Merlin knows Eccles isn't!" And Eglantine dissolved into giggles herself.

"Does she enjoy anything?" Dunwoodie managed after a few moments.

"Honestly, I think she adores her own misery. She's addicted to piousness." Eglantine sighed deeply. "Thank you, darling. You've been an absolute pillar, you know." She managed to pull herself together enough to clasp Dunwoodie's hand. "I think I hear—"

The bell tinkled over the door and Dunwoodie squeezed Eglantine's hand.

"Thank you, dearest. I couldn't ask for a better friend." She spoke quietly before moving to greet the rest of her guests. The 1983 and 1984 seventh year Slytherins (or at least cohorts of each) had rather banded together in the last several years.

"Neither could I." Eglantine said on a sigh and stood to help. Sometimes she really missed those last years at Hogwarts.

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"Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why I asked you to come out on a night I've been assured is perfectly foul." Dunwoodie did such an excellent imitation of Eglantine's italics that everyone snickered.

"It is, and you know it." Eglantine laughed.

"I have news that I'm certain you'll want to hear."

"Doc is joining the landlubbers again?" Maurice called out from where he lounged by the fire.

"Not on your life." Doc laughed at him. "I'll be buried at sea, my good fellow."

"Suhani's back?" Niniane asked hopefully.

"This next summer, I think." Maurice said. "She's nearly done with her course."

"Balls!" Niniane muttered. "Is there going to be another baby, then?"

"In the next twenty-four hours, if all goes well." A tall man answered as he slipped into the shop. "Annabeth is in labor. She was cursing the baby's timing when I left."

"Derry, you left?" Gwendolyn gave him A Look. As she was a librarian, it was an effective Look.

"She told me to go! In any case, Howard is with her and she told me she certainly didn't need an audience. I waited until her healer got there and then she shoved me out." Howard defended himself. "I promised to bring the news back, though."

"Be serious!" Dunwoodie scolded. "Although I'm sure Nory is already planning the welcome baby party. Professor Snape is bonded. He was in here right after. I didn't want anyone to be surprised and, well, we need to come up with a present."

The sensation was magnificent.

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and twenty seven

okay.

i've been playing so much stardew (and reading ao3)!

did my weekly grocery shopping on monday and also picked up a vinyl for my sister that i had ordered and managed to get myself a puberty 2 vinyl as well while browsing the store hihi.

on thursday i had a presentation together with my classmates d, e and o. d's so pretty and smart *dies*. she had dyed her hair (or well, retouched it) and it looked so nice. i think i MIGHT (!) be developing a crush. i don't know. TRUST ME I DON'T KNOW EITHER HOW I CAN MOVE BETWEEN PEOPLE SO QUICK!!!!!!!! only thing is that she's very short which had always for me been like... a thing i don't really like. LIKE I KNOW IT'S NOT GOOD TO BE VISUAL LIKE THAT but... it's okay to have a few visual preferences... right? or am i problematic?

i have however always thought she was pretty during the online lectures back in the fall too. literally after my first day i remember thinking about how pretty i thought she was and how i'd like to be her friend... or something along those lines...

right... presentation. we had about influences in k-pop and i had about queer influences but i was so nervous TT d like... nodded and hummed and agreed and stuff throughout the thing which in a way helped but you know, i was still stumbling over all words and repeating information and only looking at the floor and my hand was super shakey... like to the point where o mentioned it when she was trying to comfort me afterwards TT she was like "oh no, you did well, one could tell your hand was shaking but other than that it was really good!"

on the brighter side, i received a lot of questions afterwards, which i now realize could just be because i explained it poorly, so that was nice. however i once again got nervous and like... couldn't perfectly explain things so d jumped in for me and answered and gave shorter and more concise answers. i'd like to think she did it because she noticed how uncomfortable i was. i was impressed how much she knew about the subject but i guess it makes sense since her part of the presentation was about black influences in k-pop and you know, black and queer culture have a lot of history together and queer history includes mainly people of color. it was still impressive though.

i talked briefly with her and s after class and i walked home feeling like i might have some friends soon. so that's exciting!

on friday i went shopping with m. it was a lot of fun but i spent so much money... we went to some stores then had food then more stores then a sweet treat then beer. i'll list a quick haul: halfaxa vinyl, maroon nail polish, foundation, eyeliner and a hair repair oil thingy.

we also... kind of planned a trip to dublin for funsies... to see twenty one pilots next year... we might fuck around and go... we have over a year to save up for it so you know... it's fineeeeeee. i'm so glad we both love ireland.

yesterday was my sister's birthday. i gave her an orville peck vinyl and a shirt with pedro pascal on it. her two fav things, country and pedro. i was nervous she wouldn't like the shirt but she ended up wearing it for when her (our?) friends came over, a, j and l. we had white people taco night and then played mario kart and mario party. it was a lot of fun!

our shower drain is clogged so today's laundry day so i can wash the bathroom rug that ended up being... quite nasty after the shower that made us realize the drain was clogged. i had to do my laundry soon anyways so it's fine.

i used to really like doing laundry but now it feels like such a hassle. i booked the same machine twice today so i had more time to wash everything since i think i wanna wash the rug seperately from my clothes and then i obviously have to do seperate color and white washes. so much work.

sotw: babymetal - mirror mirror

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Explorers

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

Finnegan is amazing.

Thursday and all of yesterday he took really good care of me.

He even cooked.

This morning he decided that we could bump me up to 'light physical activity' and gave me an amazing blow job.

I've showered and then yes, napped but now I'm all his.

He wants to buy a car.

I get that he has very little time and I want to help him so a car it is even though it's not how I prefer to spend my Saturday afternoons.

Besides, I need to get out of this house.

"Thanks for coming, Emmett. Did you and Peter decide about yours?"

"Yeah, it's not worth fixing. There was so much wrong before and this is just... yeah. To the scrap heap."

"I'm sorry. Are you sure you feel up to going?"

Of course.

"Yeah, as long as I don't have to do any driving."

"Absolutely not, not until Monday at the earliest."

"It'll be Monday, I have to go to work."

He just huffs.

I'm going to have to do some figuring and looking and see if I can get myself a new car.

Well, not new, new to me.

Something that runs.

It's a shame to because I had been seriously considering taking that photography course.

I figured we'd be in a house by then and if I don't have to pay the mortgage because it's being rented out, I could sneak two weeks off of work.

Now that's not going to happen.

I took a Tylenol earlier but I can still tell I'm feeling a ton better because I can actually keep my eyes open as we're driving down the street.

I don't know where the nearest BMW dealership is but that doesn't matter because we end up in a Ford lot.

"Are you going to get another one of these?"

He talked about it on the drive to the beach.

"Yeah, unless there's something out there better?"

"Nah, this one is nice. Keep it simple."

Not that this car is simple, it's great but if he knows he likes this one, why drive all over looking around?

He immediately gets accosted by a salesman who's about to become his best friend because Finnegan just points to the rental and says he wants one just like it with all the bells and whistles.

Does it have side curtain airbags?

Yes, yes it does.

What about OnStar? Yes.

Does it come in a hybrid?

I didn't see that one coming but yes, it does.

Not in the model Finn wants though, only in the mid-range.

But apparently the really nice one has eco-boost and that's good enough for him.

We're walking towards the showroom when he asks...

"What color should we get? Stick with black?"

"Black is boring but safe and very presidential. The blue is sweet."

And it is.

It reflects the light and makes the trim pop out.

"Do you have one in stock in blue?" he asks his new bestie.

That the salesman has to check.

Apparently they have a blue hybrid but it doesn't have the top of the line stereo system in it or the premium electronic package with the ipod in the dash.

"That doesn't bother me Emmett, what about you?"

Since my stereo hasn't worked for two years, I'm not one to complain about only having eight speakers and not fourteen.

"I think it'll be fine without but you can always keep the rental another week if you want, I'm sure they can order it. But hey, heated steering wheel, Finnegan. Not just remote start and heated seats, nah, that's not enough. Warm hands."

It's insane.

"Nah, we'll take this one. Credit okay?"

He's literally going to charge a car.

A very expensive hybrid SUV that costs more than half of what my house did.

I would blame the concussion for not hearing him right except it doesn't surprise me that much.

Finn is filling things out and things are getting printed and he takes the paper and slides it towards me.

"You need to sign this one."

"Why?"

"Because it's yours."

I'm stunned but the salesman fills the silence.

"I'll need your license, too."

Now they're both looking at me and I somehow have a pen in my hand.

What?

"What? Mine? Um... Finnegan..."

"Do you want something else?"

No, that is not the issue here.

"You can't buy me a car."

"I beg to differ. Besides, you need one, don't you? And we need something big enough for our beach trips. Please."

I'm looking down and flipping because I'm pretending to read so I don't have to answer.

And then I see the price.

Not half my house, almost as much.

Granted, this is a fine piece of machinery and my house was pretty much a shithole when I bought it. Still.

"It's... Finnegan, do you see the price?"

He just shrugs. Shrugs.

As if it's not ridiculous.

"You need something safe. I don't want you getting hurt again, Emmett."

"I can be safe for a quarter of this money."

Oh, bestie doesn't like that.

"We can get that price down for you."

That's just fueling Finnegan's decision.

"See? It's fine. Emmett, let me do this for you. You need something reliable to bring me lunches and take me to the beach. You deserve it."

I've been giving a lot of thought to moving in with Finnegan and him buying the house and everything that's involved with that and I'm getting used to it.

It doesn't sting quite as much now but this?

Wow, this is something else.

This car is worth more than all of my other cars put together that is not an exaggeration.

I've only ever had two and the first one I got for three grand and the newest one I paid about seven for.

This car is sixty thousand dollars.

Sixty. Thousand. American Dollars.

"Please sign it, Emmett."

He tells the salesman that it would be nice if someone brought it around and that he'll need to leave his rental here over the weekend.

Oh no, they're happy to return it for him.

I guess so, they'd probably lick his shoes and his balls at this point.

"What are you going to drive?"

If they're keeping his rental...

"I ordered the roadster yesterday and they're dropping it off this afternoon. Had to drive it up from D.C."

He orders cars like I ordered pizza.

"The roadster cost more than this, if that makes you feel any better. I got the convertible." 

Of course he did.

"Besides, I owe you a birthday present."

A car is not a birthday present. 

Is he gonna put a bow on it like those stupid commercials at Christmas? 

Mr. Salesman has excused himself.

He wants us to sort this out and it's nice of him to give us some privacy.

"The lower model, the hybrid. I want that one instead."

It's gotta be cheaper and there's been enough blood shed over oil.

"Besides, that's not the right blue," I tell him, looking at the one they just drove up.

It's a lighter blue, not the deep metallic that I like.

"Whatever you wish, Emmett."

The salesman comes back and Finnegan leans back in his chair.

"Make him happy," he says, leaning his head towards me.

"Sell it to him and then swipe my card."

It takes us another half hour but I love the new one so much that I wish I could drive it home.

Finnegan jokes that he may never get another chance and I can tell he loves it too.

It's a big step up from our rental... all the things I loved are the same but now we have ass warmers and leather seats and plenty of bells and whistles for my taste.

"Thanks Finnegan, you didn't have to do this."

"I know but I wanted to and isn't that the best reason?"

Maybe. 

"Promise me you'll be careful, please? I don't want you meeting other guys by crashing into them like you did me."

"You hit me."

"Emmett, you're a wreck magnet. Wreckless," he jokes. 

"Too soon?"

"Bite me."

[almateantales]

"Therapy Diary" (with ice cream stickers.)

Hello diary, hello mr. psychologist. This day is the worst!!!

Lux went travelling for the week, so i've been alone since monday. I've been visitng Lehsil quite often because he's my best friend and all... But I think I messed up.

I confessed?? And he rejected me... In a very mature way? It was kind of sweet for a rejection. Wich doesn't make it better at all by the way!! I just… I shouldn't have told him, I feel like hiding under a rock and staying there until the embarrasment wears off. And I know that is really stupid. I'll get over it soon, it's not the end of the world. But I hope he stumbles and drops his favorite candy or something, that dork.

Oh, also!! One of my best friends is moving overseas today. I can't say her name here because it's like, not common knowledge?? But hopefully you'll know who I'm talking about. She's going to that very fancy kingdom, the one with the most beautiful winter season I've ever seen. It's going to be fun visiting her and mr. cute-but-serious prince. She seemed to be really happy, so I'm happy for her too! Oh and there will be babies soon too… I still can't quite believe it. She's really has become an adult, huh?

I also considered moving there someday since I like it, but honestly I prefer staying with my sister for now. I like to be close to my parents house as well, it's only been a year since they came back with us after all. We want to make up for the time we lost and all that. But maybe in the future?

On another note, Mishen has also been bothering me lately, and it's been really tempting to punch his cute puffy cheeks. It's really strange though, I already knew he didn't like me, but it seems different now. Who know's what's gotten into him, anyway?

So, I think that's all this week? It's been… Eventful. Lot's of things happened everywhere, as for me I only got rejected and ate all the ice cream. I need to buy more so Lux doesn't get angry, or worse: worried >:(

All things considered, it really could've been worse. I hope we can go back to being best friends like always. It feels better now that I got to talk about it though. So that was the solution all along?

And... I think that's all. Still don't know how to finish these things, since you're going to read them all at once later anyway. But I hope it's been entertaining and it helps you make my diagnosis or something…

I miss that funny Cracker, by the way. I hope he's doing fine.

See you soon, mr. psychologist!

-Nix, always using winter clown shoes.

PS: I wrote too much. Now I feel embarrassed.

[transsexualhamlet]

sherlock holmes reactions part 4 (?) ive lost count already but unsurprisingly ive grown even more attached to him

using this as the cover image because i made him a playlist. cause im awful

no legit this is gonna need a read more because it's SO LONG SHIHEWIESHEFSHIEWHF

Had three mental breakdowns this week and realized i do in fact kin sherlock motherfucking holmes. this does not bode well for anything in my life mentally I've diagnosed him with so many things

Oh boy lol you want the list I think hes autistic (undisputed honestly) plus also adhd but on top of that there's the manic depression and uhhh the bpd lmao I dont even think that's it those are just. the obvious ones

But yeah man's a fucking mess and a shit person but in the same way as me so 👍

Some highlights I thought were very funny:

watson: we are in fact going to be waltzing into a place where people are Shooting People you do not have your gun. this is a problem

sherlock: don't worry watson I have my trusty stick!

watson: visible pain

This clearly happens like every day or so with them

but yeah there were some really honestly sweet scenes with them at the apartment and why am i getting soft over the crusty man being gay

have you considered tho. have you considered them

have you considered sherlock, who usually only plays absolute garbage on his violin serenading watson to sleep when he was tired and in pain and watson being so fucking in love with the man and waxing poetic about falling asleep to his music and waking up to see him fallen asleep on the couch next to him and oh my god them

They're just really sweet together for such a completely dysfunctional couple so much of the time lol I just. Sherlock being like.

Sherlock half of the time: watson you're fucking stupid. no i won't take care of my personal needs stfu. watson get a goddamn life. watson shut up. watson no one cares about your goddamn opinion. no i need to disturb you in the middle of the night it's for science. hey watson mind if i manipulate mansplain malewife

Sherlock the other half of the time: HELLO SIR YOU ARE MY FAVORITE MAN TO EVER MAN HELLO MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH YOU HELLO I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU WE ARE PERFECT MATCHES I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME PLEASE MARRY ME

They're... they certainly are.

ALSO OH MY GOD.

THIS ONE TIME WHEN SHERLOCK WAS JUST PACING AROUND THE ROOM AT 3 AM GOING "IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE >:(((" AND HUDSON LIKE BARGED IN TO COMPLAIN AND THEN WATSON WAS LIKE DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THIS AND PROCEEDS TO SAY THE LINE "YOU ARE KNOCKING YOURSELF UP, OLD MAN"

BAHGHSFHGRHEWHEWHIFEW

BRB SOBBING

CALLING HIM AN OLD MAN???? KNOCKING HIMSELF UP?? I DONT KNOW WHATS FUNNIER

The main highlight of this part was I have now gotten to see him have a great time watching his homo homie get married

Its so fucking funny.......

I was prepared for a funny reaction by yuumori sherlock's face when he said it lol but. Damn i was really not prepared tbh

watson: I'm engaged!

sherlock: *pained groaning*

watson: do you... not like her?

sherlock: no she's fine she's great you'll be wonderful together bUT I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE HETEROSEXUAL WATSON DO I HAVE TO MARRY MYSELF THEN WATSON? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME MARRY MYSELF.

watson: yeah... yeah... fair, I feel really bad because you did this whole case and I got a girlfriend out of it and all you got was me leaving you alone fuck man im sorry what are you gonna do without me

sherlock, highly sarcastic: dont worry watson I've always got my handy cocaine! *pulls it out and gets high in front of watson just as he's about to leave*

watson: *in fucking agony*

sherlock: good for you!

I DONT EVEN- THIS SCENE KILLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES OVER WHAT

ITS SO GODDAMN NONCHELANT ABOUT IT SHERLOCK IS JUST LIKE YEAH I WILL IN FACT NOT BE MENTALLY HEALTHY IF YOU ARE NOT WITH ME 24/7 BUT WHATEVER YOU DO YOU /S

I'd like to apologize to watson on sherlock's behalf lmao. man is being a bit too codependent on main

The last thing about sign of four I do need to address is yeah, there's the Horrific Amounts Of Racism in that one and the whiplash hearing it is just ridiculous because they seem to be so knowledgeable in all other areas and fairly... politically correct, taking sherlock's original misogyny as a purposeful character flaw, but then they just mention someone indigenous once and suddenly its all parrotting racist propaganda and just... really awful shit. There's no way I'm gonna speak for the group that just got absolutely hate crimed here but anyone can tell the author just has no clue what he's fucking talking about and it's physically painful.

And I don't know, it's just so bad it seems out of character? Doyle's making these motherfuckers say shit that honestly, Sherlock would know better about. And especially Watson. Come on, you cannot tell me watson is mentally capable of being prejudiced against someone. Please do not make him that way.

I'm not sure how to handle it specifically, or what's the proper way I should handle something like that in a media I otherwise like. Is it ok to say Doyle was clearly a piece of shit on the matter and separate those characters from his bias or is that insensitive?

I don't know, I was Not a fan of it and I'm glad to see they've at least finally shut up about the guy

But anyway yeah, uhhhh onto the short stories because I'm trying to read those before I get to the final problem

Scandal in Bohemia was a fucking ride, first of all, before we even get to Sherlock's girlboss arc we have to discuss how gay the whole situation was and how Doyle's attempt at making them less gay failed spectacularly

Like he's all "ah yes I need to marry off watson and uhhh make sherlock ummmm interact with a woman so they dont look gay" but he does it SO BADLY that it makes them look EVEN GAYER

cause i mean, even the conversation they had about watson getting married back in sign of four was gay af, but how Doyle handled things afterward was in no way straighter.

Cause you know, the man kind of wrote himself into a corner with the fact of Watson narrating these stories. So Watson has to be around to witness them, and to witness Sherlock's own thought process rather privately, so he has to be around sherlock at night, a lot. But trying to come up with a reason for that happening just... it didn't occur to Doyle. He just went. Ah yes this makes sense. And it's Watson just like Sleeping Over At Sherlock's like every other goddamn day and every time his wife leaves town and having them basically still live that cute domestic home life but they have absolutely no excuses for doing it anymore. It's quite funny

Like it was gay already the way they interacted when they officially lived together but it was like, a necessity for them. Now it's not, Watson just comes over because he goddamn wants to, and it's hilarious to me.

LIKE IDK I THINK THEY KIND OF BROKE UP FOR A YEAR OR SO BC OF WATSON GETTING MARRIED AND THEY LIKE DONT HAVE CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT ONE DAY WATSON JUST INEXPLICABLY HAS THE URGE TO COME VISIT SHERLOCK ON NO NOTICE AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY ARE TOGETHER NEAR 24/7 AGAIN LIKE BARELY ANYTHING CHANGED AHIEHOEWH

SIT DOWN AND TRY TO TELL ME THOSE ARE NOT HOMOSEXUALS

Watson walks in on no fucking notice after a full year and Sherlock is just. In the middle of some experiment obviously but hes like

Sherlock, carrying around unidenfiable chemical mixtures: W A T S O N you look good you look good! i see you've gained seven pounds!!

watson: uh. thanks??? Hey lol *awkwardly waves* Uh um Wanted to Uhm sEe you

Sherlock: ABOUT gODDAMN TIME AND YES WONDERFUL LOOK LOOK SIT DOWN I HAVE THINGS TO INFODUMP ABOUT

watson: :) ok :) *turns to camera* and we were back to the old days

sherlock: makes a deduction

watson: wowwwwwwwwwwww !! so true bestie !!

sherlock: !!!!!!!!! :))) !!!!! :))) uh fuck im supposed to be smooth Its Elementary Lol

watson: *turns to camera* when i stroke his ego like this and compliment him he blushes like a girl like i just complimented his dress so i do it more because he likes it. this is a homie trait

watson: well i should probably get going! my wife will notice that i am gone my dear buddy bro homie!

sherlock: NO DONT LEAVE IM LOST WITHOUT YOU (pretty much a direct quote lol) your. wife doesn't. get back home until monday. I know this because I am smart and definitely have not been stalking you.

watson: alright :)))))

AND THEN HE FUCKING SLEEPS OVER LMAO FUCKING HOMOS

So yeah they're right back where they were before pretty much and there's a case bc of course there is

And honestly I think this short story specifically was so insane mostly just because of how absolutely fast it all went. Yuumori kind of made me believe the original Irene Adler was more of an important character than she really is? And I think that's. Honestly so funny. Motherfucker shows up for ten pages, girlbosses her way around town, and changes sherlock's entire opinion of the female gender while still keeping him gay?

LIKE NO LOL SHES NOT IN ANY WAY A LOVE INTEREST AND WATSON GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO SPECIFY THE FACT THAT IN NO WORLD WOULD THEY HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED BECAUSE. SHERLOCK. DIDN'T DATE WOMEN.

HE WAS JUST??? SO IMPRESSED AND SHELL SHOCKED BY HER EXISTENCE HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR GIRLBOSS APPRECIATION DAY TODAY AND ALL DAYS HENCEFORTH???

AND THEY HAVE LIKE O N E INTERACTION?? God, the power this woman(?) has. Watson looks at her once like. damb shawty 😳 and she's like "no<3" and he's like FUCK

Like yeah it's pretty much just the king walking up like "help girl the whore is blackmailing me" and sherlock being like "ok lol this will be easy" and then it proceeded to not in fact be easy or even possible

sherlock like... posed as a dead body and tried to get her to give up the location of the photo but she out-acted him and skipped the town the next day after doing the 'good night mr. sherlock holmes' thing with sherlock completely tricked

and she just. sends a letter like "dear sherlock holmes. you're a fucking idiot and i think it's funny that you lost. nice job tho mad respect" and sherlock just SHORT CIRCUITS

the king comes back a bit later like "hey Dude where's my Photo" and sherlock's like oh yeah uhhhhhhhhhhh about that and the king is like HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN THAT GODDAMN HARD i would have dated someone more noble if she wasn't so pretty i swear im on a whole different level from her

and then. GIRLBOSSIFIED SHERLOCK HOLMES RESPONDS "from what I have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level from your majesty" ABSEHHESHEFHHFES ROASTED

and the dude just LEAVES

After that I read a few more of the short stories and well the highlights I got from that pretty much were these conversations

Watson: sherlock. honey. have you. eaten anything today

Sherlock: IT DIDNT OCCUR TO ME DEAR WATSON

Watson: ITS FIVE PM

and:

Sherlock: *having one of his Moment Moments at three in the goddamn mornig* GRRRR CRIME ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE

Watson: MY DEAR SHERCOCK WHAT IS CRIME S U P P O S E D TO BE LIKE ACCORDING TO YOU

Sherlock: no one's original anymore fucking copycats

Watson: so you want the criminals to make things harder for you specifically.

Sherlock, exasperated: yes!

I love them your honor.

[stucked82]

You're free now

Quick fan fiction, sorry for the grammar, English is not my native language.

Bucky for Avenger reader

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You did it without even think about it, when you watched your best friends, Tony and Steve fighting to death, you rushed to the last super soldier serum in the room and injected to yourself to stop them. That would change your life forever and would turn you into the Avenger you're now.

But you chose to stay with Tony. Steve was your best friend, and Bucky, oh gosh, when you saw him getting frozed in Wakanda your heart broke again, thinking you could never have a 'normal' relationship with the super soldier. But Tony needed you, with the backstory of his parents, and the fight, he really needed you by his side, and after explaining this to Steve, you came back to the Avengers compound with Tony.

It's been one year since then, and that night, after your classic Monday dinner, and a couple drinks with Tony, Friday informs that you have a private call. You don't expect nothing so curiously run into your room and answer:

_ 'Y/n, my lovely friend, I have good news!'

T'Challa's voice sounds happy, happy to speak to you and happy for the news he brings to you.

_'hi King, so nice to hear of you!! you're making me anxious, what happen?? _ your voice sounds high, nervous, you think to know what he's going to tell you, and they're really big news.

_'We have it, we know how to erase the Winter Soldier programming, we're going to awake him'_ T'Challa says.

_'I'm coming right now'_without any more words you rush into Tony, not for asking permission, just to inform you're going to take the Quinjet and be out for a few days.

He doesn't know in what are you involved, but he doesn't try to stop you, he deeply trusts you and he knows that now you can take care of yourself pretty well, so he just kiss your cheek and tells you the password for the jet which is happen to be: 'the sexiest Avenger' (lol) .

You put on a nice dress, not a combat gear today, and pack a couple things for the next few days, get into the Avengers jet, and in a couple hours you're landing on Wakanda.

T'Challa receives you with a smile on his face and a tight hug, you still remember how nice he were when he met you, even you were on Bucky's side, and you gave him the hug back.

'You look amazing, like a goddess Y/n, I'm sure the soldier will awake just with your smell'_ he says between laughs. You blush but want to see Bucky right now so you try to say hi to everyone as quick as possible, to start with the process.

You'd like Steve was there, but half of your friends were fugitive now, and you had no way to contact them, so this will be something just between you and Buck.

You come into the fancy modern room where he's been kept frozen all this time, and see his long dark hair through the looking glass. He's so beautiful, he looks in peace, like sleeping in a deep dream. But now it's time to wake up, and as you promised him, you are here.

Shuri starts pressing buttons and suddenly the crystal chamber opens and with a slow sshh Bucky starts to open his eyes, just to see you in front of him.

_'Good morning sweetheart'_his first words pierce your heart, you didn't even remembered how sweet his voice sounded,

_'Good night, actually, doll'_ you answer with the nickname he always gave you, making him smile wide.

After a thousand test, Shuri made sure he was in perfect condition, and then a couple of Dora Milaje, Okoye and Ayo, drove you to the place they had prepared for him to stay in Wakanda.

It was nothing fancy or technologic, just a humble cabin, clean, nice, and simple. The perfect place for Bucky to be relaxed and recover in peace.

_'it's not a big place, y/n you can stay at the palace if you want to, our King will be very happy with it', Okoye says winking her eye.

You decline the offer, the queen size bed in the cabin will be more than enough to stay, and you didn't want to leave Bucky alone, not today.

As soon as the Dora Milaje leaves, Bucky put you in his arms in a long, sweet hug that makes you feel in heaven...

_'I swear, all of this time, I've been dreaming about you, my sweet doll, how are you, and Steve, and... the world!! '_ Bucky felt anxious to know everything that had happened since he was frozen.

_' I'm fine, super strong, super quick, serum, you know... Steve I didn't hear about him since last time I saw you, and the world... it sucks, as usual. But the most important point is, Tony forgives you. I've been speaking long time with him, about his parents, about you, and he understands it was not your fault, you were just a Hydra puppet. So he is in peace with you now'.

This declaration makes Bucky smile with relief, and hugs you even tighter, trying to catch your scent and feeling happy for the first time in a very long time.

You spend the night talking, and laughing, and kissing, and having sex. An amazing sex.

And that night continued for the next couple of months. You stayed in Wakanda with Bucky, who some kids now called the White Wolf, working in the reprogramming of your favorite super soldier, until it comes the key night, time to try the damn words and test if the work had been productive.

Ayo came into the cabin to look for you two, and took you to the deep forest, where Bucky could be relaxed and controlled, in case it went wrong.

Bucky and you sat on a bench and you prayed for the best taking Bucky's hand in yours. While Ayo started saying the cursed words, you were surprised how good was Ayo's Russian accent, and felt Bucky's hand tightening into yours with each word she said.

When she finishes, nothing happens except Bucky breaking to cry. You put him into your arms while he cries like a baby, and Ayo finishes the ritual with the words 'you're free now' and leaves.

Now a new era begins for you two, and a happy life to share together... or that's what you think in that moment, trying to enjoy it.

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Hope you like it, sorry for the grammar again, I'm loving TFATWS, Bucky's so beautiful 😍

[prettyblfan]

Coffee Shop Boy

Chapter Four

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Today started a little differently for Sorawit than his Monday and Tuesday had.

It began when he spotted none other than his brother Bun down stairs preparing the coffee shop. This was rare in two senses one being Bun almost always worked the early morning shifts at the hospital so Sorawit almost never saw him in the morning, and the second being the rare occasion he had the day or morning off he definitely wouldn't be spending it doing this.

"P'Bun?" Sorawit called out, the confusion in his voice very evident.

"Ah Sorawit you're awake, if you want you can go back to sleep i can take over for today." Bun said stopping what he was doing to smile at Sorawit.

This was weird. Definitely weird. Bun was broken.

"P'Bun are you sure? Did something happen at work?" Sorawit questioned cautiously.

Of course it wasn't bad that Bun was home during the mornings, quite the contrary this was good for him between working at the coffee shop and the hospital he almost never had a break. The worrying thing is that Bun loves doing what he does so he'd never be home willingly.

"Umm, everything's fine just thought I could do with a bit of a break" Bun hummed brushing off Sorawit's questions.

Sorawit wasn't buying it. Not one bit.

Could most things get past him. Yes. But definitely not this.

In the end Sorawit decided not to push any further and rather than returning to his bedroom he opted to instead help Bun set up, after all there was still a small chance That would show.

Speaking of That Sorawit pondered briefly about the text that he had sent him last night.

You see it was only when he woke up this morning that he had seen not only That's message but also the message he sent.

Sorawit: Night That sleep well 😴 💓.

'Why did he send him a heart???'

Sorawit screamed internally as he forced himself to stay focused on wiping down the surfaces.

This wasn't a big deal, nor was it weird.

So, Sorawit had no idea why he was freaking out over something so small. He had sent hearts to practically everyone, like Bun and Nam so why was That any different.

Sorawit tried to reason with himself but in his heart he still felt very unsettled.

How was That any different?

~

Being so absorbed in his thoughts, yes his thoughts, 4:30 had finally rolled around. And to Sorawit's disappointment? there was no sight of That.

The table by the door was left usually empty.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Bun asked teasingly as he poked Sorawit on the cheek.

"No." Sorawit replied quickly.

Why was he expecting him to turn up in the first place. That had said yesterday he most likely won't make it.

"You were staring at the door so intensely, so it looked like you were" Bun continued only to be met with no responsed.

Sorawit pouted.

That was strange. 100% strange. Why is it that he managed to make Sorawit feel so... weird.

*Chime*

Sorawit head whipped around to the door, his heart pounding. That made it. Sorawit forced himself to breathe as the door opened further.

"YOU!" Bun yelled out pointing towards the men in the door way.

And so it was like that Sorawit's hopes had vanished, none of the men standing in the door way was That.

They were all well dressed men. That in itself was very apparent, Sorawit had no idea what brands they were wearing he just knew they had to be expensive.

"P'Bun" Sorawit called completely baffled, how did his brother know these people. Sorawit was pretty sure he knew all of Bun's friends, it wasn't hard he didn't have very many as he rarely focused on anything other than work.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bun questioned glaring intensely at the trio in the door way.

The man in the middle and objectively the most handsome made his way to the centre of the coffee shop smiling playful as the men that came with him remained by the door.

"Well you're open right?" The man replied raising his eyebrow teasingly at Bun.

Now Sorawit was completely and utterly confused. His eyes flickered between the two before it finally clicked, or he had atleast made a reasonable guess.

Judging by his brother's hostile nature this was the man that had picked a fight with him on Monday.

"Not for you!" Bun huffed making his way over to him.

"Why?" The unknown man briefly paused before continuing, his eyes gleamed with something Sorawit couldn't really identify.

"Aw Bun~ are you still mad about your suspension, remember it's only temporary" The well dressed man smiled.

Sorawit could practically feel the ridicule in his tone, he quickly glanced at Bun. The tips of his ears were red and his body had completely stiffened.

"You got suspended?" Sorawit questioned.

None of this made sense. There was no way in hell that Bun would ever be suspended.

"Get out!" Bun yelled glaring at the man infront of him before shooting Sorawit an apologetic look.

"This is a really nice place you've got here, you know what I think we might stay for a coffee right M" The man completely ignored Bun's outburst making his way over to a table and sitting down.

"If you keep on teasing him a vain might pop." The man known as M spoke as him and the other man sat down.

"Sorawit you should head up stairs and study I'll handle this shift today" Bun sighed as the man seemed to pay no attention to his words.

"P'Bun, you sure" Sorawit asked raising his eyebrow questioningly in the direction of the men sat in the corner.

"Umm, go" Bun replied picking up the note pad used to take orders with.

"You better explain later" Sorawit warned playfully.

Bun nodded with a light smile before making his way over to the table to take their orders.

Sorawit didn't really want to leave Bun alone with men like that but Bun didn't leave any room for argument.

And maybe a small part of Sorawit couldn't wait to text That. Like a really small part.

As he was heading up the stairs he heard Bun yell.

"Tan don't push your luck"

Tan... Wasnt that the man Ploy was talking about before. Sorawit paused before reluctantly continuing up the stairs, he knew for a fact that his brother could hold his own but he'd have to remind Bun to stay away from this Tan guy. He seemed like bad news.

~

Pouncing on his bed Sorawit grabbed his phone smiling brightly as he opened his contacts.

His fingers lingered on the call button.

'Would he even answer, maybe I should just text him' Sorawit thought as he rolled over onto his back staring blankly at his phone.

Ring~Ring~Ring~

The loud noise of his phone startle Sorawit to the point that his phone had dropped flat onto his face. Sitting up and grabbing his phone Sorawit stared at the caller ID looking completely surprised.

That had called him, That had called him first.

Sorawit answered the phone without hesitation.

"Sorawit" That called, his voice echoing from the phone.

Sorawit flushed, That had never really called his name before, even if he had this time felt different.

"Yeah." Sorawit responded softly.

"I didn't think you'd answer" That said just as softly.

'This feels strange'

"Well my brother is at home today, so I didn't have to help" Sorawit replied.

"You have a brother?" That questioned.

"Umm i do, he's older" Sorawit said.

For some reason this whole conversation made Sorawit feel queezy. Maybe it was because That's voice was a lot softer than usual, whatever it was it was definitelythrowing him off.

That rarely talked so softly to him.

"You couldn't come today?" Sorawit asked.

"Umm i worked late yesterday and I had something to do this morning." That said before yelling out to someone in the background.

"Tell Por that I'm not doing it I don't take orders from him, he can asked Pued if he's so desperate"

"That?"

It was moments like this that reminded him how long he'd exactly known That, since they spoke to each other so comfortably it made him feel as if he had known him forever. But in reality he had only known him for two day, so of course they were still getting to know each other. It was just that Sorawit hated not knowing these little things.

"Sorry" That said letting out a sigh.

"Are you busy you seem busy, we can talk later if you want." Sorawit asked.

"It's fine just tired... honestly I'm slightly surprised that you haven't bombarded me with questions yet" That teased with a light laugh.

"What's the point you never answer them" Sorawit spoke his tone completely sour.

"I answer at least one of your questions, so what's today's one" That said.

"Where do you work but you have to also include what you do as well, I won't let you rip me off with these hardly detailed answers" Sorawit responded, the corner of his lips pulling into a soft smile.

Sorawit likes That a lot. Apart from Nam he hadn't made very many close friends since moving here, so That was a very nice addition. (Friend, I mean okay Sorawit😂)

"Haha, I work as a security guard at The Mist" That laughed keeping his response short even despite what Sorawit had said.

Sorawit huffed before mumbling into the phone upset.

"And, I said no short answers"

"And... I've worked there since I moved here umm" That paused struggling to find anything else to say.

Just as That was about to continue a voice in the background cut him off.

"That Por said he wants to see you now. In his office"

That sighed before speaking to Sorawit, the annoyance was clear in his voice.

"I'll call later"

And just like that before Sorawit could even complain That had hung up.

'What was he going to say' Sorawit pondered.

Sorawit glanced at the time on his phone before getting up and making his way over to his desk.

He let out a huff before pulling out his text books. He couldn't help but think every time he got close That would pull away intentionally or unintentionally.

Glancing away from his books he quickly sent That a text.

Sorawit: Are you free this afternoon. Let's hang out 😊

~

Did I take my sweet time yes, yes I did but don't worry, actually do worry as since I've now officially started school again these updates might be a bit slower but I shall try to procrastinate less. No promises ☺

But any how we love Bun and Tan going from enemies to lovers as well as both Bun and Sorawit falling for shady men and being kinda of oblivious about it. 😂

I loved this scene.🥰

Trigger Warning ⚠️ i don't proof read that throughly so feel free to point out mistakes and correct me.

[captainjanegay]

Where I’m Meant to Be | Stucky | Meet-Cute, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Kid Fic, No powers AU | Chapters 7/? | total 29k words | Ao3

Summary: Bucky is a single dad coming back from a work trip with a very bored, very whiney 7-year-old girl. A mysterious stranger with a kind heart and a notebook full of doodles comes to the rescue.

A/N: It's been... so long since I've updated this fic. I'm sorry but life got in the way and I couldn't bring myself to write anything. Here I come with apologies and hopes that you haven't forgotten about the adventures of Bucky, Alex and Steve. I'm gonna treat you with the longest chapter I've ever written (it's like 5.3k). I hope you'll like it, I got a bit carried away and my space-nerdiness is showing every now and then.

The chapters will probably come very irregularly from now on but I'll try my best not to have too long gaps between each update. I love you all and — as always — thank you so, so much for your continuous support. I cherish every single reader, every single like and every single comment you leave here :')

Chapter 7

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When Monday rolls around, Bucky faces New York’s chilly morning as he makes his way to work. It’s been only a few days since he got sick, but he feels significantly better now. His nose might still be stuffed and his throat might feel a bit scratchy, but he is mostly fine. No more coughing fits, no more fever. And it’s not like he could say no when his boss called him to check how he was doing and ask if he’d be able to come by before Christmas to do some required maintenance work.

But it’s fine, since the work at the Institute has slowed down, many people have already taken their days off for the Christmas break. It’s calmer than usual and Bucky can do whatever he’s supposed to do in peace.

It's a bit past noon and Bucky's mindlessly staring at the progress bar on his screen and enjoys his coffee. The peace and quiet — excluding his Christmas playlist playing in the background — is disturbed by the ringing of his phone. Slightly startled, Bucky looks around, searching for the device. After a quick glance at the screen, he answers the call.

"Hi, Buck!" Steve says, his voice soft and warm. "I hope I didn't wake you up or anything. Just wanted to check up on you, see how you're feeling."

"That's very sweet of you," Bucky says, his lips spreading in a smile. "And I'm fine, thank you. Currently waiting for the data backup to finish so you've disrupted my staring contest with the progress bar."

Steve doesn't appreciate the joke. Instead, he asks, "You're at work?" After receiving an affirmative hum, he lets out a slightly annoyed huff. "Why? You should still be in bed! Three days ago you've been barely able to get up for longer than 10 minutes. You should still rest, Buck."

"It's been six days ago, thank you very much," Bucky answers. "And I'm fine, Steve. I promise. I wouldn't come if I was still feeling sick, but the fever's been gone for a few days," two but Steve doesn't have to know that, "and I'm not coughing anymore. I'm as fit as a fiddle."

"I can hear you sniffle."

"It's the allergies," Bucky lies and that makes Steve laugh, although a bit exasperated.

"You're horrible," he says. "Bet you haven't even eaten breakfast or drink enough water or like... didn’t even wear a hat even though you’re sick."

"I did have a toast while I ran to catch the train. And now I'm having coffee for lunch. And it’s not even that cold."

An honest-to-God gasp escapes Steve's mouth after he hears that. Of course he's a Mr. Healthy Lifestyle, Bucky shouldn't even be surprised.

"How are you even functioning? You gotta take care of yourself, Buck."

Bucky's heart skips a bit. It's nice to have someone worry about him. Even if he's being dragged in the meantime. And it was nice when Steve took care of him and Alex back when Bucky was too sick to do this. Of course, he has people who do that. Clint, Tasha, Scott -- he can always count on them. But somehow it feels different with Steve. Steve hasn't been around for years like the others, he's known Bucky for just a few months and he still decided to offer his kindness and care. This thought made Bucky's heart do somersaults in his chest.

So did the fact that Steve had a nickname to Bucky's nickname. And he's been using it a lot. Bucky really likes it.

"I'm functioning very well, thank you. And so is Alex, because I'm not as hopeless in taking care of her, luckily," Bucky chuckles. Before Steve can't say anything, Bucky adds, "Besides, I've been able to survive 28 years like this so don't be overdramatic. No need to go all mother hen on me."

"Oh, you think this is overdramatic?" Steve asks, amused. "You clearly don't know what me being overdramatic is, pal. This is just some simple, friendly check-in."

"Okay, now I'm kinda curious," Bucky says. His cheeks hurt from smiling so much. "Hypothetically, what would one have to do to see what is Steve Rogers's definition of overdramatic?"

It makes Steve let out another laugh. "Careful what you wish for, Buck." It sounds like Steve wants to say something else but there's some noise in the background and his voice becomes distant and inaudible for a moment. When he comes back, he says with a sigh, "Sorry 'bout that. I need to go back to work. I'm glad you're feeling better but eat a proper meal or I'll hunt you down."

"Oh, so no mother hen anymore, were going straight to threats, okay." Bucky nods to himself and Steve huffs out a laugh. "Thanks for the call, Steve. It's very sweet of you. Have a nice day."

"You, too. Say hi to Alex from me."

"I will. Bye, Steve."

.

A small smile is still present on Bucky's face when a few hours later he's picking Alex up from school. It grows bigger when she runs towards him down the stairs, her haphazardly wrapped scarf fluttering behind her. He takes a moment to tuck it properly and then takes Alex's backpack from her.

“How was school today?” Bucky asks as they head home.

“Fine. We played soccer and I scored once!” Alex answers proudly. “Even Adrian didn’t and he’s very good. Maya didn’t want to play ‘cause she says girls shouldn’t play soccer.”

“Jokes on her, because we have a women’s national soccer team and they’re the best. They’re the world champions.”

A gasps escapes Alex’s mouth. “Really? That’s so cool! I want to be a soccer player when I grow up!”

“Not a ballerina, anymore?” Bucky asks, with a small smile.

“No, I’m gonna be a ballerina but I’m gonna play soccer sometimes, too. But that’s after I’ll fly to the moon!”

Bucky only nods and grins at her. He wouldn’t be surprised in the least if she actually pulled that off in the future. There weren’t many things that could stop her since she decided upon something.

“How’s space?” Alex asks, swinging their hands back and forth.

Bucky chuckles. It’s a bit of a tradition at this point. He doesn’t really remember how it started but now she never asks him “how’s work” but it’s always “how’s space?”. Personally, Bucky loves it. It makes him feel like he’s doing much cooler things that he really does.

“Pretty boring, sadly,” he admits. “Didn’t have much to do today and many people are on their breaks so no fun space facts to share today. I chatted on the phone with Steve and he wanted me to say hi to you.”

“Oh, is he coming over today?”

Slightly confused with the question, Bucky shakes his head. “No, he’s not. We just talked on the phone. Why?”

“I don’t know, I thought you liked Steve.”

“Well, I do. I like uncle Scott too but we don’t hang out with him every day, either. Steve has his own life and stuff to do, so we shouldn’t bother him all the time.”

Alex makes a small hum and Bucky’s not sure if it’s a dismissive or an agreeing one. After a moment, she adds, “I bet he wouldn’t mind though. He told me he really likes you.”

“What? When?” The revelation almost makes Bucky stop in the middle of the pavement. The biggest surprise is not that Steve likes him, Bucky has figured out this much after all those times they’ve hung out together. What really takes him aback is that apparently his daughter and Steve are having conversations about him when he’s not there.

“When you were sick and Steve went to ballet class with me. I told him he’s cool and I’m happy you have him so you’re not so lonely. And he said he thinks we’re really cool too and that he likes us a lot.”

This time Bucky slows down and eventually stops. There’s a furrow between his brows when he looks at Alex.

“Why would you think I’m lonely, munchkin? I’m not, I have you and mama, uncle Clint and Scott. And now Steve. I’m more than fine.”

“Well… Okay, maybe I didn’t mean lonely. But sometimes when you have a lot to do and you worry and mama or uncle Clint are busy you do this—” Alex furrows her brows and pouts, apparently imitating a worried Bucky “and you’re quiet and worried. And now you smile even more than you did. You smile all the time when you text Steve.”

For a moment, Bucky only gapes at her, not sure how to react. That’s a lot of information coming at once from his 7-year-old daughter.

“I’m— Well, I’m okay, even if I worry sometimes. And I couldn’t be lonely, having such a sweet little munchkin by my side,” he smiles, bopping her on the nose and getting a smile in return. “But thank you for caring about me, sweetheart. I love you to the moon and back.”

“And I love you to Jupiter!” she answers.

“But not back?” Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Nah, it’s already so far away, it’s enough.”

The conversation with Alex stays in Bucky’s head for the rest of the day. It’s gnawing at him enough that before he goes to bed, he takes out his phone and calls Natasha.

“How’s my favourite co-parent doing?” she greets.

“Do you have any more co-parents?” Bucky asks instead of answering.

“Nope. That’s what makes you my favourite.” Bucky only sighs so she continues. “Did something happen? You’re usually in the mood for late night conversation when something’s on your mind.”

There’s no point in denying it since Natasha would see right through him. “It’s nothing bad. Apparently Alex thinks I’m lonely.”

“Well, she’s not wrong.”

“What? Tasha, no. I’m not lonely, where did you two get that idea?”

“James, it’s not my fault that you’re an idiot. I know that you have people who love you around. You know that, too. But I know and you also should know — but here’s the ‘idiot’ part — that it might not be enough sometimes. And I’m pretty sure we’ve had a similar conversation like a month ago, so I don’t know why you act all surprised now.”

“Remind me, why did I even call you?”

“Because I am incredible and you value my opinion like no one else’s and also you love me deeply,” Natasha explains dutifully. 

Bucky huffs out a laugh as he sits heavily on the side of his bed. His eyes land on the comic from Steve, still laying on Bucky’s bedside table, propped against the lamp. “Sounds fake, but okay.”

“Did our daughter have any more revelations for you?” Natasha asks.

“Well…,” Bucky hesitates for a moment. “She and Steve gossip about me when I’m not around. And apparently I’ve been smiling more lately. But that’s about it.” 

Natasha hums but even through the phone Bucky can hear that she’s rather amused. 

"What?" Bucky asks.

"I didn't say anything!"

"I can hear you laughing, just say whatever mean thing you're going to say and let's get this over with."

"I'm not gonna say anything mean! I was just wondering when we'd mention Steve in this conversation," she chuckles. "But really. Even your daughter can see that a relationship would be good for you. And that you like Steve a lot. Why not kill two birds with one Steve?"

Bucky sighs. "Because one Steve is also enough to kill this friendship we have."

"Why do you always just automatically assume that things will get fucked? It doesn't have to be the case. I'm serious, you'd better take a grip on yourself and ask him out or I'm back in three days and I'll do this for you. And I'll be as obnoxious and embarrassing for you as I can."

That's actually a pretty horrible threat. She would do that. And it would be both mortifying and horrible to experience for all the involved parties — maybe except Natasha. Bucky laughs, trying to imagine it, but the laugh is short-lived.

"Come on, Nat," Bucky starts after a moment, getting serious. "Steve is great and it's great having him around. But what if I make a move and he's not interested? I don't want to freak him out. Or remember that message I accidentally saw on his computer? He might be seeing someone already or be interested in someone else," Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. "Plus, I know from experience that no matter how much he might seem to like me, a guy with a kid can turn out to be a bit much for people. I don't want to get hurt. I don't want Alex to get hurt. She adores Steve and I don't know if I can risk it."

"But I'm telling you, nobody's getting hurt anytime soon," Natasha chimes in. "You're overthinking, Yasha. Those are all valid concerns but you know what the counterargument is?" She takes a small break but she's not expecting Bucky to respond. "Steve's a good guy. He likes you. He likes Alex. He came to a primary school dance recital after knowing you for like a week just because you and Alex asked him to. Even if he doesn't want a relationship, it doesn’t mean that your friendship has to end. From all you've told me, he doesn't seem like the kind to trample on your hearts like this. Give yourself some time, but promise me you're gonna think about it, okay? And call me if you work yourself up into an anxious mess again, okay?”

“I will try not to be an anxious mess, but I’ll let you know. And I’ll think about it. Thanks, Tasha.” Bucky says.

“I love you no matter what, you dumbfuck. Bye.”

Bucky barely manages to say it back before she hangs up. He shakes his head with a small smile and retrieves his charger cable from behind the bedside table. As he plugs his phone, he accidentally knocks down the drawing from Steve. He picks it up, staring at the soft lines for who-knows-which time. His thumb gently traces the “Get well soon, Buck! x” scribbled at the bottom.

Looking at it, Bucky imagines the moment when Steve was writing it down. In his mind, he sees both Steve and Alexandra at the kitchen table, both leaning over their respective pieces of paper, focused on whatever they’re drawing. They are smiling, chatting about whatever common interest they’ve currently discovered. It’s a very nice picture. Enough to make Bucky’s heart ache.

Because Natasha is right. This is exactly what Bucky craves and what he’s been ignoring for years. That domesticity, that warm feeling one gets when looking at someone they care about. That happiness. He can almost imagine himself joining the picture he’s created in his head, walking over to that table and dropping a kiss first on Alex’s head and then on Steve’s, before he starts preparing the dinner. It feels right. 

Maybe it’s not usual to imagine this calm, family life with someone he’s not even in a relationship with. Most people probably think of tons of other things, things that are not so… settled. Not as serious. Sometimes they never reach this part. But Bucky has figured a while ago that it doesn’t really work for him. He already has a family. And this family means everything and more to him. If he ever was to date, he has to make sure that the person would fit into his and Alexandra’s life. He has to skip ahead to make sure it’s worth going through the dates and the passion and all the work a relationship requires, without it all ending in a heartbreak. But Steve… 

Steve fits so well into this picture, it scares Bucky a bit. Because this would be even harder to let go, if things didn't work out.

It's pretty clear, now that he allows himself to think about it, that he has some feelings for Steve. Besides the friendliness and sympathy, that is. They're the romantic kind and they're still fresh and shy but they're here. And Bucky has absolutely no clue how to deal with them. It's not even that surprising, he realises. Because how could he not catch feelings for Steve? For the kindest, most thoughtful and most selfless person in the world? For someone with his heart made of gold, who always knows how to make Bucky laugh? Someone who gets so passionate about the things he loves and just as much about the ones he despises? Who cares deeply, laughs with his whole body and who next to all this softness and kindness, is also a stubborn little asshole? Who — and this is the most important of all — adores Alex and whom she adores just as much?

Bucky's heart was a lost cause from the start.

Steve has a lot of qualities that Bucky would fall for if he looked for a partner. And that he accidentally might have fallen for anyway. And that's all without even mentioning that Steve is so ridiculously attractive that it might've skewed Bucky's view on beauty forever. 

The point is — Natasha is right. That this could be a good thing. They could be a good thing. But what they have now is already good and Bucky really values this friendship. He isn't sure if pursuing a hypothetical picture in his head is worth putting it at risk. Because he still can't be sure if Steve's interested. For what Bucky knows, he's kind and caring towards all of his friends. It doesn't mean that Bucky and Alex are special. 

He can almost hear Natasha's voice in his head, calling him an idiot and yelling that he won't know until he tries. Which is right, since Natasha always is. It doesn't help him stop the — partially excited but mostly terrified — somersaults his insides make. With a small sigh, he puts the drawing on its place by the lamp, flicks off the lights and burrows himself under the covers. He doesn't have to have everything figured out straight away. Letting himself even consider it is a big enough step for now, he decides as he drifts off to sleep.

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The next day is Bucky's last day at work before the Christmas break. He doesn't really have much to do, just finishing some last updates and dealing with whatever paperwork he was putting off earlier. Most of the time, he chats with Scott, who has been wandering aimlessly around the institute for the lack of work and eventually landed in Bucky's tiny office. They've been chatting about their Christmas plans — nothing too elaborate for both of them, just simple time at home with their families — and now they started discussing where they should go to grab some lunch. Just as Bucky almost convinced Scott that they should go to this sushi place down the block instead of the Italian place, there's a knock on the door.

Bucky sends his friend a confused look.

"It wasn't me," Scott raises his hands in defence.

"Come in," Bucky calls after another second passes. It's probably someone having a last-minute computer problem or one of his co-workers wanting to drop by with Christmas wishes.

Except, when the door cracks open, Steve's head pokes in. Its hair is messy, its cheeks reddened from the cold and its lips spread in a smile.

"Hi, Buck. And hi Scott, it's nice to see you again," he says. "I'm not interrupting?"

And because Bucky's brain is still processing the fact that for some reason Steve's come to visit him at work, Scott's the one who says, "Not at all, come in."

Steve hesitates for another second. Bucky's brain finally kicks in and he smiles which is apparently the invitation Steve needed, because he finally fully walks into the office.

"Hi, Steve. I didn't expect you here," Bucky says, his smile growing bigger.

"Well, you should. Because after our talk yesterday, I decided to bring you lunch," Steve says, proudly showing a big paper bag in his hand. "I told you you haven't seen shit, and especially not overdramatic me."

This makes Bucky laugh out loud as he shakes his head in disbelief. How is Steve even real?

Scott is watching them with a slightly confused but endeared smile on his face. Before anyone can say anything, he gets up from the chair, slapping his thighs as he does.

"Okay then, I'll leave you to it," he says, walking towards the door.

"There's plenty to share, if you want to join us," Steve offers, because of course he does. His gold-heartedness wouldn't have it any other way.

But Scott only shakes his head at that. "Nah, I'm in the mood for some sushi today. Thanks, though."

"Asshole," Bucky narrows his eyes at Scott. "I hope you'd choke on it."

His friend only laughs at that, "Enjoy your lunch date! It's been great to see you, Steve. Merry Christmas."

"You too, Scott. Say hi to Hope and Cassie from me."

With one last grin aimed at Bucky — and a very pointed look behind Steve's back — Scott leaves them alone. Bucky tries not to dwell on the fact that Steve didn't even bat an eye when Scott called it a lunch date.

"Why should he choke?" Steve asks with a chuckle.

"I've been trying to talk him into going to that sushi place for almost twenty minutes before you came," Bucky sighs and then notices that Steve is still hovering by the door. "Come on, take your coat off and sit down. I can't believe you've brought me lunch."

Steve shrugs off his coat and leaves it on the hanger by the door, next to Bucky's. Today he's wearing a maroon sweater that really suits him and a pair of dark jeans. He pushes his sleeves up before he digs into the bag and Bucky tries not to stare too obviously.

"Someone's got to make sure you eat, since after yesterday I've gotten an idea you're not good at it yourself," Steve says. "Guess it wasn't necessary. Sadly, I don't have sushi but maybe you're in the mood for Thai?"

"Depends on whether you've brought me the dumplings or not," Bucky answers.

Steve laughs in response and takes out one of the boxes and hands it to Bucky. "I did. I also have green curry for you? I hope I remembered correctly that you like it? If not, I'm sorry, we can switch—"

"Steve." Bucky says solemnly, placing his hand on Steve's forearm, to stop him from fumbling with the food. "You not only brought me food but you remembered my favourite after I mentioned it one time. You are an angel. You should hide it better, because you make us mortals look bad."

He's only half joking. Steve does seem like a higher being of some sorts and it's unfair that Bucky's poor heart is supposed to handle it. It doesn't do a great job. Especially not when Steve laughs, his eyes crinkle so much they turn into thin slits.

"And I am the overdramatic one?" Steve asks, unpacking the last things and finally sitting on the chair across from Bucky. He's still smiling but there's a blush colouring his cheeks and creeping down his neck.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek to contain a grin but the truth is, he's immensely proud of himself for pulling this reaction out of Steve. To stop himself from saying something stupid, he digs into his food.

"By the way, how did you find me here?" Bucky asks, his tongue sticking out a bit in concentration as he fishes for a dumpling with his chopsticks. 

"Clara let me know where your office is, she was very helpful."

Bucky furrows his brows. The surprise makes him drop his dumpling back into the container. "Clara, as in Clara Oswald, our receptionist? How do you know her?"

"I don't. We've chatted for a few minutes and I explained why I'm here and she told me how to get to you."

"Ah, of course it took you about five minutes to charm her and get into a government building just like that," Bucky chuckles.

"I didn't charm anyone! I just politely asked and she helped!"

If it wasn't Steve, Bucky would take it as fake modesty. But the truth is that Steve really seems to be completely oblivious to the effect he has on people. It’s endearing to see him do this.

"So here's when you do your cool space stuff?" Steve asks, changing the subject.

"Here's when the real scientists come searching for help when there's some IT-related issue," Bucky corrects him. "I don't do anything cool. I make sure all the data is where it's supposed to be and that whatever equipment they need is ready and working properly. Or part of it, Scott's an engineer and he takes care of the rest. I do get to read some space facts first hand, though."

"That's still cool space stuff for me," Steve shrugs with a small smile. "What kinds of things are you researching here? Like some particular aspects of outer space, or—?"

Normally Bucky would just give the shortest answer possible. People usually get bored quickly when he starts talking about it. But something in the genuine interest on Steve's face, the way he is looking around the office — which is nothing special, the only nice things are the sky maps and some spaced themed art  — makes Bucky think that maybe Steve wouldn't mind getting the longer answer.

"Well, we mostly study the weather. Both the Earth's and the one in the solar system, like the solar winds and magnetic storms, stuff like that. We study exoplanets and try to discover or guess as much as we can about them," Bucky says. "I helped to create simulations that predicted how they could look like and develop, to see if there's a possibility to inhabit them. We did it by basically dumping all the data we have into an elaborate computer programme and waiting to see what comes out." Bucky laughs and Steve does too, but he has the look of utter fascination on his face as he listens. "And all this helps with some more down-to-earth stuff — pun not intended. Like, we've done tons of studies in climate change."

"That's—," Steve starts when he makes sure that Bucky's done. "All of this sounds incredible. And you're a part of all those amazing things, how great is that?"

Bucky feels that his cheeks start to burn. There's another reason he usually sticks with the short answer. As much as he's proud to be working here and as much as he loves it, the impostor in him always makes sure that he understands the difference between his work and the actual research, analysis and all the heavy lifting that the astronomers do. He helps, of course he does. He does a great job at it, but there's still a difference. And such praise usually makes him squirm uncomfortably.

"And don't even try to get all modest with me again," Steve warns as if he's been reading Bucky's mind. "You've said that you don't do cool space stuff and then admitted that you've helped to create a program to imagine how exoplanets can look and change. So I know you're full of bullshit."

Steve raises an eyebrow in what's supposed to be an unimpressed look but it's not even close. The smile and the curious, bright eyes that are stating right at Bucky are destroying the effect. The blush on Bucky's cheeks only deepens, especially as Steve adds. "I've been impressed before but— Wow. Really, you guys are doing such incredible things here, I can’t wrap my head around it."

"We really do," Bucky agrees, eventually.

The beaming smile Steve sends him feels like a reward Bucky didn't know he deserves.

"So you've always liked space? Or was it an accident that brought you here?" Steve asks.

"No, I've always loved it. It's just so fascinating and there's always so much more to learn about it," Bucky doesn't even try to hide his excitement. "I've never fully understood all the science behind it but I loved staring at the sky, trying to find all those constellations and planets and galaxies. I've figured a way to somehow connect it to what I was good at and make it my job. Which is amazing. But now I mostly stare at the computer screen instead of the stars. "

He doesn't want to sound ungrateful but he must admit that it does kill some of the fun. But not even the astronomers simply state up at the sky to admire the view.

Steve only nods in response. "Alex mentioned that you guys went on a trip out of town to watch the stars. It must've been great."

"We did! It was like… almost 2 years ago, I think? I borrowed one of those fancy telescopes they have here. I needed to pick Alex up every time, cause she was too small to reach it," Bucky laughs as he brings out the memories. "It was fun, we should do that again, sometime. But I don't have much time now, so it’ll have to wait."

"It does sound great," Steve smiles that soft smile again. "I hope you'd find some time as it gets warm enough for such trips. I bet Alex would be delighted."

"Yeah. I'll let you know if that happens, in case you'd like to join," Bucky says before he can think better of it.

There's more of the childlike excitement on Steve's face as Bucky mentions it so maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea.

An actual bad idea comes out of Bucky's mouth a bit later, just as Steve is getting ready to head out. Bucky's lunch break is long gone and forgotten, because it's been two hours that Steve spent here. He apologises for staying so long and the assurances that Bucky didn't have any more work to do doesn't help.

"I'm sorry for taking your mind away from your responsibilities, but it was great spending time with you," Steve says.

So of course, because Bucky's heart doesn't get any chance to regroup, he doesn't have time to think before he blurts out. "We should have dinner together."

It's certainly not something Steve was expecting to hear. He just stares at Bucky. Before he has a chance to say anything, Bucky continues, "I mean. You should come for dinner. Clint and Nat are always around for a dinner, sometime between Christmas and New Year's. If you don't have any plans, it would be great if you came. But it's okay if you can't or don't want to."

Another moment passes and Bucky tries not to squirm under Steve's gaze. Luckily, Steve finally blinks and smiles as he says, "No, Buck, of course I'd love to come! I don't have any particular plans, will probably hang out with Sam for most of the break but I'll have plenty of time."

"You could take Sam with you," Bucky adds. He desperately tries to regain the control of his own mouth. "It'd be great to finally meet him."

"I'll let him know, I bet he’d be happy to come, too. Thanks again for the invite," Steve smiles as he cracks open the door. With a little wave, he walks out of the office. "Bye, Buck. Have a nice day."

"You too, Steve," Bucky says to the already closing door.

When Steve's gone, Bucky exhales heavily through his mouth as he leans back in his chair. Both of his hands go up to thread through his hair, tugging at it lightly.

Apparently, he has a dinner to prepare.

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Chapter One: You're Our Omega And We're Your Alpha's

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Redue it because I forgot the tags and photo. I deleted the other so, I could redue it.

Warning: SMUT + FLUFF, LITTLE SAD PART, LIGHT SPANKING, FINGERING (FEMALE RECEIVING), MASTER, SIR, AND DADDY KINK <BECAUSE I CAN. HEHEHE>, LIGHT CHOKING, CUNT EATING, POSSIBLE MATING <YOULL HAVE TO READ TO FIND OUT>, POSSIBLE PREGNANCY ON FIRST HEAT WITH ALPHA DEAN, ALPHA SETH, ALPHA ROMAN AND OMEGA READER.

Nine months later

Third person POV*

It had been nine months since Y/N, got injured. She was ready to get back into the ring and fight again. She just gotten the news earlier today that she has been cleared to enter the ring again and her shoulder is completely healed and doing good.

Y/N POV.>

I was sitting on my couch watching The Shield VS, The Hardy Boyz and Randy Orton. My phone goes off with a text message

Text message:

From Becky Lynch

To: Y/N

How are you doing sis?

Y/N, texts her sister back smiling as she was listening to the match.

From Y/N

To Becky Lynch

I'm doing fine. I've been cleared to wrestle. I just got the news from the doctors earlier today. Steph and Triple H, know and I'll be back on Raw, next Monday night. I'm so, happy I get to come back. I've missed fighting.

From Becky Lynch

To Y/N

Wait really you're cleared? Omg yes, my sister is gonna be back. I have a match against Sasha Banks and Brie Bella and I need a tag team partner. Would you be my surprise tag team partner? Wait does the guys know and Lana and Rusev know?

From Y/N

To Becky Lynch

No, they don't. I want it to be a surprise. Stephanie said her and Triple H, are gonna keep it a secret. Yes, I would damn well love to be your partner sis. I'm gonna get my payback on Sasha Banks.

From Becky Lynch

To Y/N

Yes. Okay I won't tell anyone. Got to go sis. I have a singles match against Nikki Bella, and I need to get ready. Love ya sister.

From Y/N

To Becky Lynch

Okay sis. Love ya too. Good luck and kick ass.

I set my phone down and looked at the screen and smiled as Reigns, superman punched Randy in the jaw. He pinned him as I screamed at the TV "1...2...3. Yes, that's my boys" I said. I've always called them my boys and I'm their girl. Though we aren't together. I love all three of them boys equally and more than just friends.

"And your Winners are, The Shield." The ring announcer said into the mic. "We have a message for our favorite girl, Y/N. Y/N, you're our best friend and we love you. You'll be back in the ring soon enough, Baby girl" Seth said. I tear up a little smiling happily as I spoke softly "I love you too, boys." I went to bed that night with a smile from hell on my face.

*Time skip to next Monday night*

I snuck into the arena and to mine and Becky's shared locker room and got ready for our match. I went to the gorilla pin and waited. Becky went out first with a mic and stood half way down the ramp. Nikki and Sasha were already at the ring waiting. Becky held the mic up with a devious smile on her face. "Y'all are probably wondering were or who my tag team partner is right?" The crowd started to cheer. "Well it is none other than my best friend and baby sister. Guess who's back ladies and gentlemen?" She said as my music came on and a went running down the ramp and stood next to her. I had my eyes dead locked with Sasha and a devilish smile on my lips. Becky hands me the mic "I'm back." Is all I said.

Becky and myself, got into the ring and waited for the bell to ring. As soon as the bell rang I grabbed Sasha by the hair and slammed her to the ground. The match went on for about twenty minutes. As the match was going on Dean, Seth, and Roman were all watching me smiling as I beat the hell out of Sasha like I promised I would. The Shield was happy I was back, because they had there girl with them once again. I hit Nikki, with a spear and pinned her. The referee counts "1...2....3!!!!" I stand up and hug my sister. I turn and see Sasha, arguing with the referee. I walked over and grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back. Which in turn caused her to hit the mat hard. I got on top of her and started hitting her repeatedly. Cesaro and Shameus, came running out to help Sasha.

I was grabbed and thrown into the turn buckle by Shameus. Before Shameus could get a hand on me again I heard my favorite song come on signaling the Shield boys, are coming. Dean, Seth, and Roman slid into the ring. Seth grabbed Shameus and pulled him off me while Becky safely got me out of the ring. The boys triple power bombed The bar. Dean grabs a mic and speaks first "this is a warning for anyone male in the locker room." Seth takes the mic "if you so, much as touch our girl, we will and can break you." Roman spoke last "Y/N, come here" I quickly obliged and got in the ring. "We have something to ask you." Roman says. "What is it?" I asked trying to fight off a blush and the heat pooling between my legs. I looked at them and smile the best I could so, they wouldn't notice. "Will you join the Shield?"

"Yes, I would love that" I said with a smile on my face. They gave me, a big group hug with my sister hugging me too. I had to stifle a whimper because of my now soaked panties. After the hug we all walked in the back. I made a b-line for mine and my sisters shared dressing room. They were all confused. That was until they're almost knocked over by the sweet smell of me and the slick slipping down my legs. Seth, Dean and Roman, all let a deep growl out of arousal as there eyes went dark with lust and love, and their nostrils flared. Which ment that the only one that could cause and Alpha to almost hit his or their knees from the smell of slick and arousal, was their omega and mate. Becky looks confused until she sees that same look on their faces, that her alpha and now mate gave her two years ago.

"Shit no, this isn't happening." I said to myself. Becky came in quickly locking the door, right as I fell to the ground whimpering in pain and need. I heard foot steps closing in and their smells through the door and down the hall way. I started to become in a daze. But not only was The Shield near, they're are two other alphas near as well. I let out an unintentional whine of need. My sister walks over and hugs me rubbing my back. "I know sis. We have to get out of here and to the hotel okay?" She said as she hoisted me up. I learned on her. The Shields smells were so, intoxicating that it left me whimpering for more and they haven't even touched. Becky put me in a cold shower and it stopped. That's when I realized right then and their that Seth, Dean and Roman, were what I've been looking for.

Becky got me to the car after she was able to get the three males away and make sure the other two males were contained.  "Becky it hurts" I whimper in the front seat. "Need my Alpha's" I pant. "Sis, I don't know if it is a good idea." She said to me. "Why not? I need something." I whimpered again. She got me up to my hotel room and helped me lay down, after locking the door. "Becky, their smells are getting closer. Please, need them" I said. "Are you sure this is you talking and not the sexual need?" She asks. Becky has always been very protective of me. I nodded my head looking her dead in the eyes after the pain had passed long enough for me to think straight. "Yes, I'm sure. This is what I want." I could hear them outside the door and deep growls which caused me to whine out "Alpha's. I want you." I said. "Let us in Baby Girl, an we will take good care of you." I heard Dean growl softly through the door which made me moan softly.

Becky nods and stood up walking to the door. She opens it to see three males. "You three better not hurt her in any way shape, or form or all three of you are dead." She warns. "We wouldn't ever harm her." They said to Becky. She nods and leaves. I squirm on bed pulling my clothes off. I put a pillow between my legs and grind my hips. I mewl at the friction its causing. The pillow was yanked from between my slicked coated thighs and pussy. I whine looking at them. "Daddies..... please need you" I pant.

They stripped down completely and they got on the bed. Seth got between my legs, Dean on my right and Roman on my left. Their smells all overwhelming me making me shudder. I open my legs and rubbed my clit moaning. Seth removed my hand. He loved seeing that but he wanted to taste me. "Now tsk tsk Baby Girl. You didn't ask us to touch yourself" Roman whispers in my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck. As his breath is hitting my neck I moan in pleasure without even a touch of his lips. I arch off the bed when Dean, wraps his lips around my parked up nipples, my right hand went up and gripped Dean's hair "Daddy Dean" I breathlessly moan out.

Seth, laid between my legs as he left small kisses up my legs until he got to my slick covered core , and without a warning his lips latch onto my clit causing me to arch my back off the bed yet again at the pleasure. "Master Seth" I pant out which only cause a groan to emit from his attached lips on my core making my head roll back. Dean worked on my neck, Seth works vigorously on my pussy, and Roman is kissing me and playing with one of my nipples. I was getting close to letting go. All it took was Seth to enter a three fingers and curl them just right to make me start shaking. I pulled away from Roman's lips as I moan out each word "I'm. Going. T-t-to. Cu-cum. Oh fuck please, let me cum" I begged. All three males smirked. "How bad do you want to cum, Princess?" Roman asked. "Really bad, Sir Roman" I could tell he liked to be called Sir, by the way he groaned. His lips attached to my left nipple, Dean on my right one and Seth latched on to my clit and moved his fingers faster. "Cum Baby Girl." Seth said before sucking my clit harder and fingers curl a little more, while the other two worked on my nipples. I scream as I came, my hands clenching Roman, and Dean's hair.

I was a hot mumbling and mewling mess as I came down from my first high. Seth hums at the taste "you two should had a taste." He said to the other males. Which now were spreading my legs more and lapping at my core. All three looked down at me. "You think you can take all of us, Baby Girl?" Roman asks me as I settled my breathing. I look down at their cocks and bit my lip. They weren't small by no, means. But I felt I could take all three. Hell I practically got turned on picturing all three of them in me at once. I nodded my head I subconsciously rolled over and got on my hands and knees. They groaned as they looked at one another deciding who went first. After a moment Roman entered first as I gasped and loved the feeling. Roman pulled me flush against his chest and grabbed under my thighs pulling them apart more for Dean to get between them and enter me, Seth got on the side and spread my right ass cheek so, he could enter. "This may hurt a little bit, Baby Girl. I promise it will feel good after adjusting too. Okay?" He said. I nod my head as he pushed his cock in along side the other twos cocks. I let out a small whimper. Dean kissed me to help distract me from the pain.

After a few I nodded my head for them to move. All three set the same pace. My head lollies back against Roman's shoulder, as Dean, put his hand around my throat lightly and I mewled at the feeling. "Does our Little Princess, like Daddy'shand around her throat?" I moaned "Yes Daddy" I moaned more. "F-faster please?" I pant out stuttering in pleasure. They happily obliged. I scream in pleasure when they found the right spot. "Right there. Fuck. Please, don't stop" I said panting.

"We found it!" Roman hums happily. They kept hitting it as I moaned. I could feel their knots getting bigger. "We're gonna knot you so, good. Would you like that Princess? Huh? Want us to knot you so, good?" Seth groaned in my ear and that's all it took for me to cum again "y-yes. Please, knot me." I pant. Seth kisses me as Dean and Roman, suck on my neck.

After their paces got sloppy and a few more thrusts their knots all pop, the tips of the cocks latched onto my womb, and lock me to them as hot cum spewed into my womb. Dean, Seth, and Roman all bit my neck or shoulder marking me as their mate. Dean rubbed my clit as I whine. "N-no, Daddy. Can't I'm to sensitive." I said. "Yes, you can. Come on Baby Girl. Just one more time and that's all. I promise." He praised and encouraged me. I nod as his pace picked up the pace. I pant getting closer to the edge again. My head laid back against Roman, as they reached licked their individual mating marks they left on my neck or shoulder. Seth nipped my nipple cause me to mewl in pleasure while Dean coaxed me to my last orgasm.  "Like when I nip your sensitive hard nipple?" He said in my ear. "Yes, feels good Master" I mewl. Roman grabbed me by the hair and turns my head to kiss him. I came for the last time when my hair was pulled cause that's all it took besides Dean quickly rubbing my clit, an Seth nipping and sucking my nipple.

After that they carefully and gently laid us down. How we did I do not know.

*Third Person P.O.V*

-Little time skip. A few hours-

After The Shield and Y/N, had mated, and their knots went down, they all took a shower after helping Y/N, take a bath. They were now cuddled on Y/N's bed sleeping. They all slept till morning.

Y/N woke up and yawned as she stretched. She looked around and on both sides of her were the three men she loved the most sleeping soundly. She quietly got out of bed but was careful cause her legs were shakey from last night. She made it to the bathroom and brushed her hair, did a light make up look after brushing her teeth. She put on some clothes and shoes, and quietly walked out of the room after grabbing her keys, wallet and sunglasses. She was sure to make her mating marks visible for all alphas to see. She passed Becky in the hall. Her sister sees the marks. She smiles at her little sister. "Going to get food?" Becky asks Y/N. "Yes, would you like to ride with?" She asks. "Yeah" Becky replied following her.

Y/N, walks to her car and drives to get some breakfast with Becky, to get food for her and the boys. While she was gone unknowingly she forgot her phone and the boys had tried to call her when they woke and didn't find their mate still in bed. Becky's phone went off. "Hey Seth. Why didn't you call Y/N's phone?" She asks Seth. Y/N, felt for her phone and face palms herself mentally. Becky hands her the phone so she can talk. "I forgot it. I thought I grabbed it. Seth I...." Seth cut her off his voice was deep with anger and fear. "You left without telling us? Y/N, answer me?!?!" His voice boomed through the phone. Y/N whimpered when her alpha yells at her. "I just-just wanted to surprise you, Dean and Roman, with-with breakfast in b-be-bed" she squeaks out. Roman was pacing worried and mad. Y/N could hear Dean in the back ground. "Seth calm down you're scaring her. The last thing you want is her to be afraid of you." Seth sighs "we will talk about this when you get back" he said and hangs up. Becky knew she could intervene even if Y/N's her sister. For the fact the alphas had a reason to be upset. She knew her sister was knew to the whole omega rule handbook. But that didn't mean she would warn them to not hurt her sister or scream at her.

After they got food they went back to the hotel and went upstairs. Becky gave her warning and then left but made sure Y/N, didn't need her to stay. After the door shut Seth looked up from the bed. Y/N, set the food down and stood there at the foot of the bed. "Look at us, Princess" Roman said calmly. "No, let names she did wrong" Seth said glaring at the other male angry. Y/N looks at them clearly shaking a little. "Seth enough you're scaring her. It was an accident she left her phone" Dean said. He stood up and stood infront of Y/N. "Baby Girl it's okay. He's just upset you didn't say anything or leave a note." He rubbed her cheek. "I-I'm sorry. I-I just wanted to su-supr-suprise you" She said whimpering a little because she didn't like the boys being angry with her. She had tears in her eyes. "You still should of left a note. But Princess, it's okay. You're new to all this." Roman said. Seth sighed and stood up walking to the bathroom and slamming the door shut. Seth didn't get why the other two didn't see the point. Y/N could of been hurt, or kidnapped or worse. Y/N made a yelpin' noise and began to cry. "He hates me" she whispered. She ran out the room scared. Dean went after her while Roman got off the bed and banged on the bathroom door. "Seth get out here now." Roman said. After ten minutes Seth walks out the bathroom.

"What is wrong with you? She didn't mean to forget her phone. We three understand that something could of happened. But thank goodness it didn't and on top of it all you scared her by yelling at her, slamming the door and she thinks you hate her." Seth's heart broke. He didn't hate her he was just upset cause he overreacts sometimes and this is one of those times. "Fuck!! Why did I have to overreact today of all days. I need to fix this" he said. "You need to calm down first of all." Roman said sternly. Seth sighed sitting on the bed leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

After an hour Dean was able to get Y/N to calm down and come back to the room. Seth got up and walks over to Y/N. He felt a pang in his heart and frowns as soon as he sees Y/N, cower away from him. "No Baby Doll, please don't. Don't be afraid of me. I'm sorry I yelled at you and overreacted. I don't hate you Baby. Please, come here?" He said. She slowly stepped toward him. "Y-you don't hate m-me?" She asks still a little scared he would yell. "No, Baby Doll. I just panicked when I seen you didn't take your phone after I called it and heard it was ringing on the night stand." He replied his alpha side whimpers seeing its omega scared of him. He reached for her softly pulling her to him. He nuzzled her neck with his face. "I'm sorry i caused you to panic, Alpha" she said. She wasn't scared when she realised he wasn't gonna hurt or yell at her. Y/N, felt him calm down and his alpha to relax in since of his mate being not afraid. Roman and Dean walk over to the two others and hugged them into a group hug.

After the group hug and everyone ate Dean and Roman went to the gym, an Seth and Y/N stayed in the hotel room. Y/N, was curled up against Seth with his arms wrapped tightly around her. "Baby Doll?" He says softly to her. "Yes, Master?" She replies softly. "Please, don't every be afraid of me, okay? It pains my heart seeing you afraid of me. I really am sorry that I overreacted." He said softly as his eyes soften looking into her eyes. "I can't promise anything. I will try though." She said back. "That's better than nothing, Baby" he said to her.

[hellscarnage]

so this year is pretty rough so far. I've had a few things pile up on me and just weigh me down heavily. the biggest of those things is the fact that i had to put my sweet shadow cat down yesterday.

i know I've talked to friends about it and keep repeating the same shit and I'm sure people are tired of hearing it and me being mopey, but i just wanted to make a post and talk about my cat. he meant a lot to me and i miss him. you don't have to read it. honestly it's more for me than anything.

shadow was a super sweet cat. he was very loving, and anyone who met him loved him, even people who said they hated cats loved him. not that he gave you much choice mind. you would sit down and he'd come over and plop down in your lap and start purring. you wouldn't even have to touch him. he was just always happy to be involved.

his purring was very loud. like you could hear this cat from the room over he was that loud. he had the most distinct chirpy meows i have ever heard from a cat and i loved them. you look at him or say his name, he always gave that chirpy lil meow to respond back.

i first got shadow back in 2010. one of our other cats had him, and five others. he was the runt of the litter too and used to be so small, whenever he got closed out of a room, he could pull himself under the door. he just loved being included. he was born on august 9th, 2010 (8/9/10).

back in 2015, shadow had started coughing a bit and having trouble breathing to the point that his mouth was wide open. i immediately freaked out and ran him to the vet. as it turned out, shadow had asthma. which... was something i didn't know cats could even get. he got put on medication and he was doing really well the last five years.

i had a big move back at the beginning of 2018 and had to move across the country. of course i took him with me (and his brother as well). so shadow got to see a few states and he got to travel. which makes me happy. i ended up moving back and couldn't keep them with me, so i asked a family friend to watch over him. she did and he was doing great. got to go see him and everything. well the beginning of this year i moved into my own place again. shadow seemed to be doing just fine. and when i came home from work monday night he was just sitting there, mouth open and looking at the ceiling. i gave him his meds and he seemed to get better.

i fell asleep and woke up the next morning and he was laying on the ground, mouth wide open, breathing heavily with a puddle of drool around his mouth. i freaked out when his medication didn't work and rushed him to the vet.

honestly the vet was probably the best vet I've ever been to. i called ahead and asked about billing since I'm broke right now and when the doctor came over to me she told me straight up

"he's having trouble breathing. when i listen to his heart I don't hear crackling in his lungs like you would with most cats with asthma. I'm pretty sure his heart is failing. we can do everything in our power to save him, but it's going to be expensive and will not guarantee anything. while it's not an ideal situation, if you decide to put him to sleep, I'll pay for it out of pocket."

she explained everything to me the nicest possible way she could (only can really be so nice and blunt at the same time in this situation). she didn't have to do that and i really appreciated it so much. i was ready to cry from her generosity and losing shadow all at once.

but. in the end i did have to make a call that no one ever wants to make. i wanted to hold him while she injected him but he was in pain so i didn't move him too much. instead i just slipped my hand under his head, pet his head with my thumb and rubbed his tummy with my free hand. gave him plenty of forehead kisses as well. i wanted him to go knowing that he was loved.

i have to go get his ashes tomorrow. i know it's going to eat me up inside too. it's already doing it just sitting here thinking about it. i did have a friend offer to get his urn though which was very nice as well.

honestly i keep thinking i did the wrong thing. he's had asthma attacks in the past and recovered from them like a champ. so i keep sitting here asking myself "what if he would have been fine? what if it's just an episode and it would have passed and i put him to sleep for nothing?" i have to keep reminding myself that i didn't. he was hurting and suffering and it wasn't fair to him. i just miss him so much and it's really hard to come to terms with it.

it hurt and still hurts to have let him go. and probably will hurt for awhile. but I'm glad he's not hurting anymore. he didn't deserve that. he was a sweet, loving kitty who deserved all the love in the world and then some.

shadow I'm happy that we got to spend the last decade together. you meant the world to me (still do) and I'll miss you so much everyday knowing i won't wake up to you purring like a motor in my face or trying to crawl into my lap while I'm on my computer. you were an amazing cat, friend, child, and companion. i love you so much buddy. rest easy.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day. But the exhaustion and burnout is real. I didn't sleep super great. And I wasn't thrilled to be awake when our alarm went off. James took a little bit longer to get up. But he didn't have to be at work until Monday so he didn't really have to get up. But he's a good boyfriend he got up and he made me a sandwich. I got dressed and I felt pretty good. I really like my outfit and I felt pretty cute. All of my emotional feelings about my body and everything last night didn't feel so strong anymore. It was a better day.

I got to school early and didn't have to really set anything up. Weird mostly just cleaned up and went and got the kids. I had breakfast. I took him upstairs and we did yoga and I did ballet and stuff with the big kids. The big kids weren't great today in the morning but by the afternoon they were fine. They just have too much energy for me and I think I just want to stay with the little ones. I'm excited to have my fourth graders again still. I've been enjoying the small ones a lot.

Our time was fun. Some of the kids started to finish others just kept working. Me Oh, Marcus, and the youth workers started cleaning up the classroom. The new principal has kicked us out of that room for the school year. And we don't know which classrooms were using. So we have to get everything out of it. I'm not thrilled about this. I was really hoping that we could have one of the science rooms that are just being used for storage. I'm hoping that this new principal really gets all of this together and can really dig in and fix the problems at the school but access art is a fairly large after school program. We need classrooms. And yeah they don't have to be dedicated all day but we need Space Storage if you want us to make good things. So it was frustrating. I hope everything gets worked out. Having to live off of a cart again it's not my idea life.

Reading was fine. And then we went to lunch. I had a nice time sharing my watermelon with the kids. And we went out early. It was nice day. It was kind of on the edge of rain for the entire day but it never actually rain. And I was tired but I was so happy to be there.

Recess was fine. It was nice outside. My wooden skateboard has gone missing. The kids forgot to bring them in yesterday and we were able to find the pink one and the blue one. But the wood one that I really liked is gone. I'm hoping it shows up but if it doesn't I hope whoever has it enjoys it. It's a bummer but I'm not that torn up about it.

I had pretty good luck with the kids during stem. The big kids were on board with the activity. And I wasn't interrupted this much. It was still loud but once they got working they calm down and they were quietly doing their thing and I was really proud of them. I wish we had more time to do this project but that's okay. I still think they got something out of it.

These workers kept taking work downstairs to hang out for the art show / party tomorrow and I went to go take my break a little bit later because nobody listens to me when I say we need to clean up and switch classes. Can't lie I'm the only one that cares about the schedule.

I had a nice break and watch my video and rested. I went back and help with snack and helped hand some stuff back. I was annoyed because I was having the kids lineup and they were screened out to sit down so that they can have more work headed back of them. I was only going to head back half today and half tomorrow because they have a lot of stuff to carry. But I'm not being listened to. I cannot wait to be the only Lead Teacher again. That's what I want and that's all I'm going to accept anymore because I don't need another person in the room talking over me and making me feel like I can't make decisions about my classroom.

I miss Chelsi.

I had to hand out surveys at the end of the day to parents. And then I had to kind of convince my co-workers that I'm good to take the bus. I just needed to be alone. I just want to be quiet and listen to my headphones and not have to interact with someone for 45 minutes. It should not take us that long to get back for some reason it always does because we always have the same traffic. Take a different street.

But the bus didn't take too long. And I got back to my bike with plenty of time. Not that I was going anywhere. Mostly I was concerned because I had gotten an email that my and table thing I ordered was delivered. And I was afraid that someone would steal it. When I got back to the apartment though it was right in the doorway and it weighs 1000000 pounds. I had to turn it end over end all the way up the stairs because I couldn't pick it up. I took it out of the box make sure all the pieces are there but it seems like a really good material. It's like a $200 piece that I got 450 bucks because it was open box. But everything's there and I'm excited to use it. It's supposed to hide the kitty litter. You put it inside of it and has like a secret door. I'm hoping that keeps the kitty litter from being all over the floor in the new apartment. There's really not a good place to hide it there so we're going to put it outside the bathroom door I think in this end table next to the couch. I think it'll be good.

When I finish doing that I made pizza for dinner. And then I worked on the quote for the kids. It has to be done tomorrow. Took me about an hour but I finished the whole thing. I thought it was completely done at one point I laid it out as best I could and I have to roll it to check all of the seams. And I found two spots where I forgot to sell. So I went back in and said those. Put it away. I packed in the bag and it's ready to bring to the school tomorrow. I'm very excited to be able to see the whole thing hung up.

To shower and wash my hair. I desperately needed it. I feel so much better now. Sweet p and me are hanging out on the couch and I'm painting my nails. And James will be home soon. It was a pretty good guy. I'm tired but I'm not as emotionally wrecked as I was yesterday. Tomorrow we have our party and it should just be a chill day. We're going to do the post tests and watch movies and have pizza and there shall be a slip and slide and water games. And I'm just really excited. I hope it's fun. And then after work me and James are possibly going up to the new apartment and maybe taking some stuff? I hope so. I want to move some stuff around even though there's a lot of stuff there yet. Maybe we can take some stuff in the wagon. Have a nice walk. Since he wants us to do that now. I think it'll be a really nice day.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Be safe out there. Take care of each other. Have a great rest of the night.

[yeonjuins]

AAAHHH YOUR HEADER IS SO CUTEEEEE <33

yaaay !! :) i had some new tea today but i wasn't the biggest fan tbh !! it was jasmine green tea. i'm not really a big fan of green tea HOWEVER i do like apple & pear green tea, that's very nice <3 very refreshing :) i'm so happy it helped !! that's amazing <3

nah i will never drink it, don't like it at all :) that and cappuccinos, they're also gross !!

same... honestly. i don't have anything bad to say about my work, they're really, really good <3 if something happens like on a day where you're supposed to work a full shift, they give you the time off that you need (whether it's medical or something else happens.) i got therapy through my job as well, this was back in 2019 when we were in the office, they had a nurse who worked onsite and she referred me to a therapist who specialised in CBT. it helped a ton <3

"stop being sad" ah yes, thank u very much for that, my mental health is so much better now ty :/. i hate that so much !!!! >:( my anxiety will never go away, and i live with it. i used to always get "stop being so anxious" ALL. THE. TIME. 😠😠😠 still infuriates me !!!

i promise i will be safe 💎 yeah, no, daily walks are definitely going to be a thing even more so as the warmer weather comes in. i have 9 days off in march as annual leave so i'm going to do some walks with my mum <3 we went on walks last year when it was warm and we were doing up to 20k steps. <3 excited for the upcoming 9 days off because i have some nice plans :) i regularly donate blood so it will be my 4th time donating blood on monday 14th !! still get nervous doing it but i want to keep donating :)

that's amazing oh my god 💚 it's always good when you work with people like that <3 it's the same here for poc and lgbt <3 i came out in my previous work and was made to feel like i should have stayed in the closet, i kept getting comments from people about my sexuality (i'm bi) saying the stereotypical "you're greedy" "pick a side" "you're just confused," and it made me feel really sad :( but in my current work, i've had nothing but support 100%. my work are really big on being yourself. <3

aw that's so sweet !!! mistakes can happen !! we're only human. we tend to make mistakes too, like if someone's parcel doesn't get delivered, 99% of customers will be like "it's okay, things happen," and we always replace their goods for them and get those delivered asap <3

my day was great !! i did absolutely nothing :))) although i did some giffing, watched some treasure map videos (i love them sm rn omg) and i also slept until 2pm) i hope work was okay !!! i hope your day was great 🌸💎

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AAA I'M GLAD U THINK MY HEADER IS CUTE ;; genuinely so happy wiht how it turned out and i wasn't expecting to get so much love on my revamp as much as i did ;;

oh my god jasmine green tea.... we sold that all the time at the boba place i worked... i can see how it wouldn't be your cup of tea (; (pun intended) i think green tea is fine !! i sort of grew up drinking it at asian restaurants and it was always soothing... for some reason green tea at asian restaurants always hit different than having tea brewed by yourself imo (": i never new apple & pear green tea existed wtf ;0 that sounds so good...

i'm sososoo glad u managed to get therapy through your job... i think talking to an actual professional can help for sure and i rlly hope said professional is the right fit for you (": having a good outlet is so important and i honestly wish it was more accessible to the younger generation despite how much others would advocate there to be ;;

oh my anxiety... ): before i had dropped one of my math courses recently, my friend was helping me study for the test... he sort of pointed out how i was having really polarizing thoughts and catastrophizing everything in which led me to realize... a lot of my anxiety stems from these polarizing thoughts !! PAHAHHA i ended up dropping the course in the end because of the sheer amount of stress it was giving me + i didn't even need it to graduate !!

9 days off in march !!! MARCH BREAK YAYAYA honestly it's the best (also because my birthday always lands the day before march break hehe <3) i'm actually like . not active whatsoever it's embarassing ;; but i do walk a lot since i commute taking the bus + my job requires me to be on my feet a lot !! so i indirectly count that as me getting my steps in (":

that is so lovely that your workplace supports you and your bisexuality ): i wish i prided myself more in my sexuality a little bit more but it's not rlly smth i wanna just spew out to the world right off the bat... that's just me personally though ! regardless, i have supportive people around me that know and i'm glad your workplace is supportive of it as well (":

work went super quick !! i always think my sunday shifts feel shorter than my saturday shifts (although they're literally the same length) but my store has been doing well and we've been making our sales for the last couple weeks so that's rlly good to hear (:< i have today off as well so i'm very happy i get to just have a full day to myself before i get thrown back into the swing of things (aka school <3) PAHHAHA

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You Only Live Twice - #24WeeksofBond

This weeks installment in the 24 Weeks of Bond marathon continues with 1967′s “You Only Live Twice” where Bond DIES....then comes BACK TO LIFE...then becomes JAPANESE...then has a WAR INSIDE A VOLCANO.  If someone who hadn’t seen this movie was given that description of this film, that person would’ve dropped everything that they had in that moment and found a way to see this movie.  While that description makes this movie sound like a great cinematic experience, it ultimately falls flat with every bit of the plot being rushed to hell.  But that’s just my opinion, read on and see if you agree.

Sean Connery is back for the 5th time as Bond, and only because the producers agreed to bump his salary considerably.  Sean was getting tired of the grind that came with Bond and was having a hard time finding other film work with the hectic schedule of filming and promoting...(life sure must’ve been tough, eye roll.)  But they showed him the money, and with it, we get a checked out Sean Connery on a mission to find out who is causing chaos in outer orbit?

Let’s start with some positives...the pre-title sequence is fun.  We start out with a couple of American astronauts in space, and one of them goes out to check to make sure everything is working fine, but we see a mysterious spacecraft approaching undetected until it’s too late and swallows up the Americans, but in doing so, cuts the said astronauts lifeline.  That scene always made me cringe as a kid.  Then we see the American’s blaming Russia for the abduction, but Britain disagrees and think they saw something coming out of Japan.  Cut to Bond in bed with a lovely young lady...(who makes a quiet cameo in Daniel Craig’s Casino Royale).  She surprises Bond and traps him with the fold up bed they were sleeping on for some evil bad guys to open fire, KILLING JAMES BOND.  I mean, there was blood and everything!!!

I must admit, they got me with this when I first saw this movie.  I was legitimately shocked and sad when I saw this.  I thought to myself “how can this be??”...well, turns out it was all a stunt to fake his own death so his enemies all write him off - giving MI6 a little breathing room for Bond to do his job.

The job is to figure out where this unidentified spacecraft is coming from.  M has intel that there was some fishy stuff going on in Japan, so that’s where Bond is sent with the code “I love you” for his contacts to identify him.  Basic, but humorous. Moneypenny gets a great line out of it, “repeat it please, so I know you have it”. Bond gets to Japan where he meets Aki (Akiko Wakabayashi) who is NOT his contact, but will be bringing him to his contact who is Mr. Henderson (Charles Gray).  This is sort of a wasted role for Charles Gray.  A very brief conversation with Henderson ends with him getting stabbed in the back through his paper walls.

Bond catches the guy, kills him, steals his clothes and goes to the get-away car that is being driven by none other than Peter Maivia.  Who is Peter Maivia you ask?  Well he is the father of Ata Maivia, who had a son who would go on to become THE ROCK.  Yes, Peter Maivia is Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s Grandfather.  No wonder Bond has a rough time handling this one. The Rock has said before that he would love to land a Bond Villain role one day.  Maybe to avenge his grand daddy?

Aki bails Bond out by getting him out of harms way after taking out Peter Maivia and stealing some documents from a chemical facility and she takes him to Tanaka (Tetsurō Tamba) who works for the Japanese secret service.  I would love it if my office had a slide attached to it.  Bond and Tanaka talk business over Sake at 98.4 degrees fahrenheit, then what follows next is a rather uncomfortable scene that really doesn’t age well.

Tanaka takes Bond to his personal spa where his massage and bathing slaves wash them both while Tanaka says “In Japan, men come first - women come second.”  ugh, some things about Bond that make you wish you could forget.  We also get close to seeing Connery’s junk.  If you look close enough while Bond is in his hot tub you can really see pretty far down through the water...not that I was looking...ok I was, I do every time. 

But now suddenly, Aki joins the party taking over for the girl who was giving Bond a massage and she acts like they have been long lost lovers - whispering sweet nothings, and kissing his ear as he turns around and yells AKI, longingly.  I’m sorry, when did they suddenly fall for each other?  This is a very rushed relationship, we don’t have any time to get to know Aki before we are supposed to accept her as Bond’s love interest.  Have I mentioned this movie was written by the man who wrote Matilda, and James and the Giant Peach??  Roald Dahl, swings in and writes the screen play after having no screen play writing experience.  Apparently he and Ian Fleming were buds.

Anyway, there seems to be a lot of danger surrounding this chemical facility as the document Bond stole said that a picture of this boat had been taken by a tourist, and that the tourist was liquified.  Bond goes sniffing, enlists the help of trusty ole Q and his “Little Nelly” toy helicopter with missiles and flies by the coast of where the boat in the picture was at.  But one simply cannot go to the coast as an englishman, no no.  In order to get there, Bond MUST become a Japanese ninja who has a wife and goes undercover as a poor worker.

Enter Kissy Suzuki (Mie Hama) who is another Japanese agent, picked to pretend marry Bond who is made up as the worst looking Japanese man ever.  Seriously, this is just so goofy and ridiculous where it really takes away from the movie.  Aki ends up getting poisoned accidentally and Bond has a hard time giving a crap about it.  Thank you for your service Aki.  But Bond now has to find where this spacecraft is coming from and fast, otherwise it’ll be Bond’s ass.

Kissy says there was something going on with the volcano.  So they go hiking and discover that that is where the spacecraft is coming from.  Man, Blofeld has an impressive collection of headquarters and hide outs.  You have to wonder how long it took Blofeld to construct this volcano lair, it is very impressive.

Bond gets to work infiltrating the volcano while Tanaka sends his ninjas, and now we have a war.

This is the first time we get to see Blofeld’s (Donald Pleasence) face and also the first time we get Blofeld as the main henchman.  In the previous movies Blofeld was just a voice and a cat who deployed his empire to be the Bond villains, but Blofeld is alone here with only Hans, Mr. Osato, and Helga Brant as his backup.  Not exactly the “A” team.  After a pretty intense battle, Bond manages to destroy the Spacecraft, sent out to create a world war between America and Russia, and escapes...mission complete.

While “You Only Live Twice” has it’s moments - The pre-title sequence, the Volcano fight, and the Peter Maivia easter egg.  “You Only Live Twice” is a rather forgettable film in the series.  Connery had enjoyed incredible success in his first 4 films, and even this movie was touted as a major success when it opened - but this just comes up short in flavor and substance.  The whole movie is just about Bond looking for the spacecraft in Japan, and running into all sorts of vanilla characters along the way, making me have to think twice about watching this again. (pun intended, unfortunately).

Connery would exit the franchise after this film to be replaced by George Lazenby, but after George decides to walk, Connery will come back again for one more film - but you can definitely see the writing on the wall for Connery here.  You Only Live Twice is at best, a passable Bond film that lacks depth and void of any creative passion, but gets by because it’s a Bond movie.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it, what did you think?  Let me know!

Reviews from Friends:

Jake Benrud

I enjoyed this movie. Although the spaceship "eating" the other spaceships was comical by today's special effects standards. Watch out for the piranha pool. I've always enjoyed this theme song. I don't know why. It always gets stuck in my head.

24 Weeks of Bond will return next Monday with - 

For Your Eyes Only

[pbandjesse]

I wish I had off tomorrow. But I have a short day at the Museum. I feel kind of nauseous right now I'm just very sleepy. What today was still a nice day.

I slept okay last night but I wasn't thrilled to get up. But I got up not long after James was doing his exercises. And I got dressed and he made us biscuits. We kind of hung out while we ate and then went to the farmer's market.

It was a nice day. But there was too many people there. About Farmers Market always stresses me out. Too many lines. So we just got donuts. My leg hurts so I went and sat down and waited for James. And we shared our Donuts. They were blueberry and lemon with powdered sugar. I like looking at the flowers but we didn't buy anything else. We started walking up towards the monument to get the circulator.

I ended up running into to James's friends. Grace and David. I love them. They are so anti-capitalist. They don't buy anything and they have flip phones and it's just so funny to me. I love that that's just who they are but not something that they talk about. Like it's not in your face but like it's very obvious and I love that. They're also very sweet. We talked to them for a few minutes. They were painting benches. But we let them get back to work. And walked over to the monument to say hi to James's dad.

We talked to him for a little bit. It's always nice to see Tucker. And then we went to wait for the bus.

The best took a while but it was nice out and I like being outside with my boyfriend so that was fine. We went up to Giant. My legs were hurting and I was a little son tired but we made it. I got some snacks and sauces. James got a few things. And then we went over to his parents house to say hi to his mom.

Her face bruises were not as bad as I was expecting. Apparently they were really bad the first two days but the fall didn't completely break her face and that's very good. His sister was there too and it was nice to see her. And then his mom was nice enough to give us a ride back to his house. Which was extra good because I was very tired.

We got back to his place on packed. I have cheese and crackers. Watch Judge Judy. I played around with the aerial silk hammock thing. I've gotten it to a good length and height now. Not strong enough to pull myself up yet but stretching it is really nice.

We left his place to take the carts back to mine. We had a lot of trouble because I was trying to balance it like I used to and it was not working and my arm hurt and it was just a mess. Eventually we figured it out. We walk past my friend Megan from the BMI I said Hi and then we got back to my place. James stayed just long enough to give me some hugs and then he went to go down to the harbor for his overnight.

I talked to my dad on the phone for a bit. He's going to be coming down next Sunday but he apparently also has a hernia so he's going to need surgery so he doesn't know when that's going to happen. I hope he still comes down. But on the phone he asked if I could have everything off the walls so that we could spackle. So I spent a little time taking a few things down. I also packed more books into the two carts I have. Got almost all the books. There's one stack of larger books on the bookshelf still. I'll have to put them in like a bag or something. But then I was just kind of tired. Out of breath. I had leftover pizza. I tried to start watching like six different things today but the one thing I really want to watch turn. To only be in Portuguese and I didn't want to read. And then the other thing I want to watch just made me really sad so I turned that off. I just watched some polygons videos and came in here and lay down for an hour. I don't love taking naps in the late late afternoon but that's okay. I apparently needed it.

I took a shower and felt a little bit better. And now I'm watching good Omens. It's really good so far and I'm enjoying it a lot. It's the first show I've been able to focus on in a while so that feels good. I think I'm going to watch one more episode and go to bed. I am working Monday and Tuesday at the BMI until 2 p.m. and then I have the rest of the day off. And then I have Wednesday through Sunday off. I am looking forward to not having to be a person for a bit. I have some plans in a mixed in there. Thursday I'm going on a field trip, Friday we're going swimming, Saturday we're going to Jordan's birthday party barbecue thing, and on Sunday my dad's coming. But most of it is just good calm things to where I don't have to be working. That's really nice. The next two weeks just working until 3 p.m. with training but still. I will have some time to just be with my own thoughts and work on moving and all of that.

I hope you all have a good night tonight. Sleep well. Take care of each other.

[pbandjesse]

I have a splinter in both my hand and my foot. How did this happen. I really think that that sums up the day a lot though.

It wasn't a bad day. It was just cold and wet. I slept okay. I woke up before my alarm and kind of lazed about. I got up a couple minutes before 9 so I can get my clothes in the washing machine. I went downstairs and I did two loads of laundry. I came back up here and got dressed. Which really was just moving from one sweatshirt dress to a different sweatshirt dress. I fed sweet pea. And I went to the grocery store to get stuff to make cupcakes. I came back here and I made all the cupcakes and everything was good.

I have wanted to vacuum but I just never got the energy for it today. I laid on the couch for a little while. Ran downstairs to put the clothes in the dryer. Just enjoyed being in my apartment.

I left here a little bit after 12. I walk to 7-Eleven and I got my 50 cent piece of pizza. I'm trying to use the app more often so that I can get more points and get more free stuff. So far I have almost 900 points and can get a lot of free stuff because of that. To be fair a lot of that 900 points is because I downloaded the app and they gave you a bonus for it.

I got the bus and I got to work on time. It's been a lot of our prep our returning old supplies that we're not using anymore to the pause it. I organized our cart and fit Tsum went through the kids paintings and got them set up for who's going to be showing in the art show in January. I mostly did cleaning and organizing. I had a conversation with Tiffany and soon enough it was time to go get the kids.

The whole day was fine. We didn't go to recess because it was raining and we had nowhere to go. So instead we did a half an hour of free art and movie. We went to dinner at 3. Then we came back and we sowed and we did Art and we hung out and watch more movies. They had cupcakes. They all wanted to Cupcakes but I did not make enough to give them to you because I didn't have enough containers. But they were fine. It was a really nice day. I work on art with the kids and we made Christmas stuff. And then it was time to go home.

At least it was for that. Most of them got picked up right away. And the couple I had left we just kind of hung out. And then at 5:30 Tiffany came and got me and we had a meeting. We talked about the observations and what could be better and what was working and what wasn't working. And I felt like everything that was critical I agreed with. I talk too fast and when I get nervous I talk Faster. Just slowing down and making sure all the kids are hearing us.

Fitsum was in his own meeting and I didn't get done till 6:30 so I don't know when he was done or if he was done. And since it was raining and so late I just went out and grab the bus. I only had to wait a couple minutes.

I got home about 7. I cooked up dinner. Cleaned a little bit. I've organized my Christmas gifts. Finally the last thing I got from my dad came. Supposed to be here on Monday so I'm glad that it made it on time for us to leave in the morning. I'm all packed. But I think I'm going to recheck one more time. I can't decide which coat to bring. I think I've settled on my black leather coat. It might be a little thick but I'd rather have something very warm then something too cold.

James is coming over later. I'll leave early in the morning to drop his mom off at work and then come and get me. We're trying to leave the city around 9. I get to see my parents for a little bit before me and him head up to New York for the night. I just hope it's a really chill and good day with minimal drama and easy traffic. And I hope Sweet Pea is a good boy and his carrier.

Be safe everyone. Stay dry out there.