#the man i have dedicated entire sections of my house

[tavtiers]

A hypothetical god tier for Riddler from Batman: the Prince of Mind.

A Prince of Mind is among those who alter the individual’s impact. They are motivated by themselves to destroy intuition. (x) The Prince of Mind wants to have control over things and enjoys challenges. (x) They are the Promised Genius, defined by control and intuition. (x) Their opposite is the Bard of Heart. Their inverse is the Sylph of Heart. They share their personality with the Mage of Blood. The Prince of Mind would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Heart and Mind, reigned over by Athena (Goddess of Justice) or the Sphinx (the monster that ate anyone who answered her riddles incorrectly). They would rise to ascension on the wings of dragonflies. (x)(x)(x)

[storiesofsvu]

Love Comes Quietly Ch 1

Future Alex Blake x reader warnings: language, minor talk of fbi type situations, alcohol consumption.

Alex always felt like it was a breath of incredibly fresh air whenever she got to get out of DC for something that wasn’t FBI case related. Since the divorce she’d almost started to feel a little antsy, like there was something else she should or could be doing to take up her free time now that the house was empty. She and James were still in touch rather frequently, everything had been completely amicable after all, just two people realizing they were going down different paths in life, even if they still cared about each other, they knew their part of the journey together was over. He’d stayed in the house with her while they sorted everything out and got papers signed and figured out who things belonged to and who wanted what before he moved off to Boston to accept the teaching position at Harvard.

Which is exactly how she had found herself on the Harvard campus for a week and a half guest lecturing in a handful of different classes. Despite James being the one to make the original invitation it was Daniela who’d convinced her into staying for the full week. They’d worked together at Georgetown when Alex had first started teaching and were hoping to finally be able to play catch up in between work hours.

Alex had done one lecture already today, using the free time before lunch to poke around the campus a little bit. There were more than enough interesting places, including a handful of bookstores that were home to a lot more than text books and required readings. She wandered the aisles, skipping the non fiction, she had enough of those kicking around the house already. She slowed a bit through the fiction books, though her face grimaced at the mystery and crime novels, there was no need for those, she saw enough of that in her every day life. The last thing she needed was to come home from a case and have that be her bedtime reading. She slowed when she hit the romance section, it was cheesy, she was the first to admit it, but sometimes they just hit the spot, a pleasant over dramatic sappy distraction from real life. Her secret guilty pleasure, if you will.

Her fingers trailed along a couple of books, nose scrunching when nearly all the covers featured a broad chested half naked man. Something, rather a person, caught her eye a bit further down the aisle. It was as if the two of you were both trying to outwait the other before going for the books you actually were interested in. She surveyed you out of the corner of her eye, you were old enough she knew the chances of you being a student were unlikely, especially considering you didn’t have any kind of bag with you. Key ring dangling from your fingers, bulge of your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. You were dressed just on the brink of business casual, but not nice enough that she thought you were a professor.

She watched as your lips moved into a tiny grin, as if a fond memory was waving through your brain and you reached out to the shelf, picking out a book that she recognized the cover of, ‘Love Letters. 2000 Years of Romance’. You flicked through a couple of pages, eyes scanning the text with a little smile on your face before you flipped the entire books worth of pages and she just knew you were inhaling that new book smell. You turned the book over, reading the dedication on the back before slipping it back into its place on the shelf.

“Oh now that’s a good one, it’s not a put it back book.” The words left her lips before she even really realized she was saying them. You practically jumped, despite being more than well aware there was someone else in the aisle with you, looking up to her as you laughed softly.

“Oh! I know, I’ve read it, one of my faves. My copy’s just getting a little worse for wear.”

“A little wear and tear means a book’s well loved.” She smiled softly, “my copy usually lives on the bedside table.”

“Perfect bedtime reading.” You smiled and for a moment you thought she was going to turn back to the shelves but she looked you over briefly.

“You’re… not a student here are you?”

“What gave it away.” You laughed, “and no, just..” you checked your watch, “waiting for a friend to finish a lecture. Need an expert opinion on something.”

“Anything I could help with?” She asked and it was your turn to survey her, the blazer, shoulder bag no doubt with at least a laptop and lecture notes in it, the smudge of white board marker on her right hand.

“Dunno, what’d’you teach?”

“Well, technically just guest lecturing this week, but linguistics.”

“Ah…” Before you could comment that you were waiting on a friend who taught forensic science a man popped into the end of the aisle, a small grin on his face as he wandered down to her side.

“Now why am I not surprised to find you in the romance novel section?” He greeted with a tease and her cheeks tinged pink as she turned to him, “ready?”

“Yes.” She nodded in your direction and you gave her a little salute once his back was turned before you turned back to the shelf of books in front of you with a soft sigh, checking your watch once more. You didn’t have long before you had to be back at the office, you were hoping Daniela would hurry the hell up. Letting out a little groan you rolled your eyes, maybe if you met her at her classroom this wouldn’t take as long.

**

Considering it was Friday, Alex shouldn’t have been surprised when she was roped into after work drinks and snacks with Daniela and a few other friends. She was at least thankful that they’d ended up off campus, not wanting to be plagued with students or follow up questions from lectures during the week. City Bar Back Bay was the perfect place for them, a trendy lounge tucked away in the corner of a hotel on Exeter Street. There were cocktails, a few glasses of wine, a jug of sangria and plates of chips, cheese, soft pretzel bites and more spread across the table for everyone to share. Everyone’s spirits were lifted at the knowledge it was the end of the week, laughter and conversation flowing easily throughout the small group.

“So?” Daniela questioned, nudging at Alex’s arm, “how’re you liking Boston?”

“You ask that like I haven’t been here before.” She replied with a laugh.

“But now you’re teaching here… and at Harvard, nonetheless. That’s gotta be at least some kind of bonus points.”

“Daniela…” Alex eyed her with a chuckle, “I didn’t move here when my husband suggested it, I’m not going to uproot my life just because you hate having to do certain parts of your lesson plans.”

“Yeah.” Caitlin cut in from her other side, “I keep telling you to just hire a TA.”

“Maybe I just prefer having a friend come to town a couple of times a year.”

“You’re lazy.” Caitlin replied, stealing a chip off her plate, “where’s Murphy? She mention bailing or anything at lunch?”

“No, she said she’d definitely be here. She’s probably caught up at work.” Daniela turned back to Alex with a near whine, “c’mon… what about splitting the year? Half in DC, half here?” Alex laughed, affectionately rolling her eyes.

“Two weeks at a time is my absolute max. I love my job, and as much as I enjoy teaching, it doesn’t jump higher, I’ve spent way too long working to get where I am.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Daniela waved her off with a playful groan, she was about to say something else when a voice rung in from behind her.

“I am so sorry I’m late!” You swept in quickly, hand on her shoulder as you leant around her from behind to kiss her cheek before dropping into the open chair at the head of the small table.

“Yeah, where the hell have you been?” Daniela asked.

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, “turns out when you kill someone there’s an extra forty five minutes of paperwork.”

“Should I be concerned?” Alex’s ears had picked up the words, turning back your direction with a tease in her voice and a laugh on her cheeks, pulling a loud laugh from Daniela.

“No, Murphy’s FBI.” She explained.

Alex’s eyes met yours from across the table and a tiny grin split your lips as both of your heads tilted in recognition from the bookstore that afternoon. You’d changed half your outfit from then, no doubt wanting to get out of work clothes, button up swapped for a cotton tank while the blazer was replaced with a plaid flannel, your hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, soft curls swaying as you turned your head to glance back to Daniela.

“Y/N, meet Alex Blake.” She gestured between the two of you and you extended out a hand that Alex was quick to shake.

“Oh!” Your eyes widened, “Professor Blake. I’ve heard wonderful things.”

“All lies I’m sure.” Alex chuckled with a smirk.

“There’s an Agent in there somewhere too.” Daniela teased, pouring out a glass of sangria to slide over to you.

“Don’t forget Doctor.” Caitlin cut in, snagging another treat from Daniela’s plate.

“Three titles,” you mused, “now that’s impressive.”

“Gives me a nice rotation depending on who I’m talking to.” Alex joked with a shrug and you chuckled.

“So linguist in one column.” You ticked it off on your finger, “gonna take a stab in the dark and say PhD in the next.” She nodded, “but what department for the last?”

“Behaviour Analysis Unit.”

“No fucking way.” Your arm dropped to the table, a little harder than you’d intended.

“What?” Alex asked with a small laugh, taking a sip of her drink.

“I just put in papers for an application to fill the open spot on that team.” You laughed, “I’ve got an interview with an Agent… Prentiss? Next week.”

“Oh thank god.” She let out a huff of a sigh, “we’ve been too shorthanded for too long. I was barely able to get away for this week.”

“Okay, I’m grabbing another pitcher.” Daniela grabbed the empty jug of sangria from the table top, hopping off her chair and Alex was able to slide into it to continue the conversation with you.

“So you’d say there’s a decent chance then?” You raised a brow over the rim of your glass.

“As long as Prentiss thinks so.”

“Is she a hard ass?”

“No.” Alex laughed, chewing on her lip for a moment, “she’s…. driven, loyal, passionate, has high expectations but also incredibly understanding. If you look good on paper things will probably look good, but honestly to her it probably matters more what you manage in person.”

“How so?” Your head tilted, “obviously it takes a particular type of person to be a profiler, but you’re hinting at more than that.”

“Nicely done.” She nearly smirked in your direction, “our team is a family. I know most places when you hear that term it’s a red flag you should run for the hills, but that’s not true here. We spend more time together than with anyone else, our secrets and pasts come out when we’re getting into the minds of unsubs or trying to talk them down. There are things my team knows that some of my closest friends of family have never been told, and that makes us stronger, makes us work together even better.”

“Hmm.” You nodded, sucking back more of your drink, “good to know.”

“You said your interview’s next week?” She asked and you nodded again, “I get back on Tuesday, I’ll be sure to bring your name up to Emily.”

“That’d be amazing!” You beamed, eyes widening with excitement and Alex smiled softly back at you.

She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but even from the very brief moment in the bookstore earlier she already knew that she liked you. Something was simply drawing her to you, like the universe wanted you to know each other, that you were meant to cross paths. After all, you’d already done so twice in one day without even knowing the other existed when you woke up that morning. Now that you were actually getting to spend some time together the two of you clicked instantly, falling into conversation like you were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years. There was no awkwardness or weird small talk, just laughter and little jabs as if you knew exactly how to tease the other person without offending them. She knew deep within her that she had met someone that day that would be an integral part of her life, no matter how the interview ended up going.

Alex was about to elaborate to you when Daniela came back to the table with a tray in her hand and a wicked grin on her cheeks.

“It is time for shots!” She shrieked and Alex rolled her eyes.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Alex, c’mon.”

“Yeah!” Caitlin joined in, passing shots from the tray to the table, “I mean we do have a reason to celebrate after all!”

“Exactly!” Daniela high fived her, winking in her direction before raising a shot glass in Alex’s direction, “we didn’t get to celebrate your divorce when it happened, so now is as good a time as any.”

“Daniela!” Alex half scolded half laughed and the other woman simply shook her head, pointing to the shot until Alex huffed, picking up the glass and you followed suit. Glasses clinked together before liquor was sunk back, little winces echoing through the group.

“Okay!” Daniela shook it off, “that’s the liquid courage I needed.” Her eyes searched around the bar, “try to find myself a man.”

“On it.” Caitlin scooped up their drinks, handing Daniela hers before the two of them disappeared into the crowd.

“You know you’re more than welcome to join them.” Alex prompted, her hand squeezing at your arm on the table top and you laughed.

“That would require me being interested in men in the first place.”

“I’m sure there’s a few nice girls out there too.”

“Meh.” You replied, sucking back at your drink, “not into it. Besides, they invite you out and then bail? Rude. I mean…” you glanced across at her, “unless you’d rather bail too, hit up the guy from your lunch date?”

Alex couldn’t help but bark out a laugh at that, her smile reaching her eyes as she looked back to you.

“That was my ex husband.” She laughed, “we’re still good friends, just, no longer in love.”

“I’m sorry.” You frowned slightly.

“Don’t be.” She shrugged with a smile, “it wasn’t anything hurtful or sad. We got married young, we’re both incredibly passionate about our careers and we spent a lot more time working than together. Things simply… fizzled out.”

“I’m glad you’re still friends.”

“Me too.” She smiled warmly back at you and the two of you slipped into an easy conversation.

Two rounds of drinks later and Caitlin had disappeared from the bar with her conquest while you and Alex were still trapped in an endless conversation that neither of you wanted to halt. Even when Daniela would swing by every so often to check in she could tell that the two of you were clearly fast friends and there was no worry about her leaving the two of you alone any longer. So she took full advantage after another tequila shot to bite the bullet and see if the man she’d been flirting with wanted to go someplace else.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, having not connected with someone like this in what felt like years and Alex would tell you she felt the same. She had just finished a story when your phone buzzed on the table top and your face fell when you glanced toward it.

“Got a case?” She asked, knowing the feeling all to well.

“Not now.” You sighed, sucking back the rest of your drink, “but my weekend is officially no longer a weekend. Gotta report to the office at nine tomorrow.”

“Ugh.” She grimaced.

“Yeah.” You huffed, sliding off the stool, thankful at least that Daniela had taken care of the tab already. “It was really nice to meet you Alex.”

“Right back at you.” She smiled softly.

“Night.” You smiled, giving her a little salute.

“Hey!” Her hand wrapped around your wrist when you were a mere foot away, tugging you back and you raised a brow in her direction, “can’t just leave without my info.”

“Oh?”

“I want to know how that interview goes.” She dug into her pocket, pulling out a business card to hand off to you, “I was serious about thinking you’d make a good fit to the team. I’ll send a text to Emily in the morning, put in a good word.”

“Thank you. Really.” With a smile, you pocketed the card, “I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything.”

“I’m sure it’ll be good news.” She assured with a grin, watching the joy spread through you as you finally did turn from the table, waving goodnight to her once more before you vanished through the bar door.

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[vickyvicarious]

His limbs were nearly frozen, and his body dreadfully emaciated by fatigue and suffering. I never saw a man in so wretched a condition. We attempted to carry him into the cabin; but as soon as he had quitted the fresh air, he fainted.

+

Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit, that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.

-vs-

The summer months passed while I was thus engaged, heart and soul, in one pursuit. It was a most beautiful season; never did the fields bestow a more plentiful harvest, or the vines yield a more luxuriant vintage: but my eyes were insensible to the charms of nature. And the same feelings which made me neglect the scenes around me caused me also to forget those friends who were so many miles absent, and whom I had not seen for so long a time. 

+

By very slow degrees, and with frequent relapses that alarmed and grieved my friend, I recovered. I remember the first time I became capable of observing outward objects with any kind of pleasure, I perceived that the fallen leaves had disappeared, and that the young buds were shooting forth from the trees that shaded my window. It was a divine spring; and the season contributed greatly to my convalescence. I felt also sentiments of joy and affection revive in my bosom; my gloom disappeared, and in a short time I became as cheerful as before I was attacked by the fatal passion.

There are a couple of interesting things going on here, when we talk about Victor's interest or lack thereof in nature. The linked notes claim that he isn't really drawn to nature at all of his own accord, and this first example is Walton romanticizing him - giving us yet another layer of unreliable narrator. I don't think that's necessarily untrue, but when looking at both that part of the fourth letter and this fourth chapter, I see a couple other options that could also be at play.

The first quote above from each section is when Victor is alone and obsessive. He's chasing after the Creature without any regard for his own health, to the point that he has only one dog left alive and is extremely emaciated and weak himself; however he still seems determined to try and follow the Creature on his own if Walton hadn't said the ship was going in the same direction. Similarly, in the first quote from chapter four, Victor has isolated himself and is entirely focused on his research. The lines immediately preceding this quote about the beautiful summer he's ignoring are deliberately off-putting descriptions of his time amongst charnel houses, graveyards, and butchers, often under the light of the moon. He again is obsessed with his work to the point that he's running a constant fever and is clearly not taking care of his own health.

But contrast that to when he is reported as noting/caring about the beauty of nature. In both cases, it is after he has collapsed, and then been nursed devotedly by a single friend (Clerval and Walton). For Clerval, he notices the beauty of spring during his late recovery after months of dedicated care. Victor associates the beautiful spring with his own rebirth free of the Creature, and his renewed association with his friends and family - a comparison he explicitly made too when ignoring both nature/loved ones earlier in the chapter. With Walton, Victor's physical recovery is partial at best, and it's been less time, but he seems to be mentally more composed. He isn't raving, he is in fact choosing his words mostly deliberately when, not long after this nature scene, he decides to share his story with Walton specifically for the purpose of being a cautionary tale.

It seems quite possible to me that, while Victor is certainly by and large not nearly as romantically inclined towards nature as either of these friends, in these specific circumstances he really is struck by the beauty of the natural world. Partially as a contrast to the obsessive isolation he's been in just before, and partially as a reaction to their points of view. Clerval and Walton have both been described as interested in romantic tales, poetry and such. They also seem like the kind of people whose joy can be infectious, especially when Victor is soaking up all of their loving care as a sharp contrast to the harmful behaviors he's been bogged down in. Especially with Walton, I could see Victor noticing the harsh beauty of the cold sky and sea, and feeling very bittersweet about the beauty of it. Both reminding him of the naive hopes he once had that beautiful spring and how wrong he'd been, but also of how comforted and hopeful Clerval had made him feel, and how Walton is making him feel now. He claims that he isn't in a place to be a friend to Walton anymore, but he uses similar language to describe how they both took care of him ("restored me to life", in itself bringing interesting comparisons to mind with the Creature and Victor granting him life). I think Victor is strongly reminded of Clerval by Walton.

Another element at play here is the isolation. I talked about it a little already, but I want to emphasize Victor's thoughts being either inward- or outward-facing. In both unhealthy scenes he is extremely focused ("thus engaged, heart and soul, in one pursuit" [chapter 4] - "I wait but for one event" [letter 4 - later than the nature scene yes, but I'm not claiming his entire mindset is completely changed by any means, and also it's a good description of how he must have felt when driving that sled]). He gets so focused that everything else fades away. His own health is pushed far beyond its limits, as is evident is his collapse both times. He ignores logical limitations, he ignores other people, he even gets so caught up in details or his specifc goal that he has trouble looking at the whole picture of even just his own actions. That's clear in his reaction to the appearance of the Creature once he's finished bringing it to life; he suddenly is horrified and talks about how ugly/monstrous he is, but didn't notice the entire time when building/growing him and even chose various elements specifically to be perfect or beautiful.

So I find it interesting that nature is associated here with "observing outward objects with any kind of pleasure"/"elevating his soul from earth". This is when Victor considers the effect he's having on those around them, when he asks about their lives. He apologizes for interfering with Clerval's studies, Walton says "he interests himself deeply in the employments of others" - namely Walton himself. Again, I don't think nature on its own holds as much awe or meaning to Victor as to Walton. But maybe the point is that to him it represents not nature on its own, but specifically nature with a friend: connection with others and freedom from being trapped in negative, isolated cycles of thought/action. He needs people around him who love him, to bring him out of these obsessive and dangerous behaviors. It's only when they are there that he can see beyond himself and feel the beauty in the world. (...of course, the rest of Walton's quote about Victor "retiring into himself" with a halo and such doesn't exactly hold up here. But that bit I feel pretty comfortable dismissing more as romanticizing him.)

(And there's probably a whole lot you can say in regards to Victor and the Creature with this concept and how they both deprive one another of that kind of connection, thus furthering each other's/their own destruction, but that's getting into both spoilers and parts of the book I don't remember well enough to talk about.)

[thesoftboiledegg]

One of my friends recommended The Consumerist Dystopia of Harry Potter on YouTube. I thought it was fascinating and really enjoyed watching it. The video ties into this blog because I kept thinking "Well, Harry Potter is a capitalist's dream, but I guess I can't say much because I'm a Rick and Morty fan."

I mean, you can look at my merchandise roundups to see all the bizarre products for sale, most of them having nothing to do with the series. Whoever markets this show just slaps a label on anything. Snow globes, hot sauce challenges, potted plants, lapel pins...anything that people might buy.

The video points out that, unlike other series, Harry Potter is inherently capitalist. Shopping, buying and indulging are huge parts of the story, like Harry Potter buying school supplies for the first time. The series has countless descriptions of magic stores and all the cute products.

And that easily translates to real-world shopping. The Harry Potter theme park is crowded with stores. WB sells products sourced directly from the books, such as chocolate frogs, wands and snitches. Many people buy the same product four times because they want to get all four house colors.

Conversely, Rick and Morty doesn't have the same marketability. The only items from the series that people want to buy are Rick's portal gun and the plumbus. Other than that, your product options are limited. I guess that's why WB slaps the characters on anything that they can find.

Also, Rick and Morty merchandise inherently has that "cringe" factor because people think that the worst fans represent the show. Everyone thinks you're douchey if you walk around with a Rick and Morty T-shirt and snapback.

People are starting to turn on Harry Potter, but they're never going to make up the majority of the population. Most people still see Harry Potter as the cute wizard school series. People act like stores are pulling HP merchandise from the shelves, but man, I still see HP junk everywhere. Stores have entire sections dedicated to merchandise.

Anyway, whether it's Harry Potter or Rick and Morty, I think that all mass merchandising is cringy. It's partially because I grew up reading Calvin and Hobbes. The creator, Bill Watterson, was vehemently against licensing the series because it would cheapen the story.

I've thought about that with Rick and Morty, too. The series mocks capitalism a few times, but the marketing team is still cashing in. Some of the merchandise is even a little tasteless. Why do people want to buy shot glasses and alcoholic drinks with a raging alcoholic on them?

Anyway, it's not going to make me stop watching the show, and I'm already done with Harry Potter for other reasons, but I do think that the mass marketing world is fascinating--and a little fucked up, too.

[clown-reads-homestuck]

100-150

Day 3! Woo!

NICE FUCKING GOING JOHN. I can't blame him though this inventory card system seems like a fucking nightmare.

That rug is so cute I want it so bad. John's dad has great interior design skills, also nice fucking straight razor. Those things scare the shit out of me my hands are too shaky.

EW CRINGE CHICK FLICKS. I've not unironically heard that term in like a decade. Also John I feel like you need to explore your feelings more because you literally have an entire section of your wall dedicated to one hot man.

Mr. Godhead what the fuck does that even mean. How do you break your leg on a puppy and why would that help you get girls WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.

Also don't be homophobic John's gotta realize his feelings on his own.

FUCK YOU TG NIC CAGE IS FUCKING COOL. IN 2023 LITERALLY EVERYONE LIKES NIC CAGE! EAT HIS HEART JOHN

Was Hussie just really into programming at this time?? Like maybe that was his day job or like a hobby at the time. I have no idea since I'm trying to stay as spoiler free as I can.

Baby put that down. Tiny baby should not have something so fucking sharp.

BABY NO. THIS IS WHAT I WARNED ABOUT.

Dude your dad is gonna be so mad your room is fucking wrecked. Also I really wonder if this is going to be used later to just machine gun objects at someone, this is so dangerous.

I have no idea what this movie reference is but where are these children getting all of these obscure authentic movie props???

TT writes like a fucking freak, kinda adore that about her even if I have no idea what she just said.

This loading screen is so funky I love this, I feel like if this was made today it would have been Jungle music. It's just got that vibe

This game concept is so bizarre. This is just sims IRL.

Also John's house makes no fucking sense. That chimney position is bizarre and does the door to the deck just come from John's room? Also why such a huge deck when there is just a single telescope on it. Just get a fucking lawn chair out there dad.

PAGE 150! Also this really is just the sims. I'm glad John can just make his own ugly dream house now.

Thanks to anyone that ever reads this! Till next time!

[thenationlive]

Alleged extra-marital affairs: Ex-Rep Uwak’s estranged wife, Kezia, dismisses spouse’s accusation

Mrs Kezia Uwak, the estranged wife of a former member of the House of Representatives, Hon. Robinson Uwak has berated her former spouse over the allegation of having extra-marital affairs with Hon Benjamin Kalu, House of Representatives Committee Chairman on Media and Public Affairs.

Kezia, who had two children for Uwak, said in a statement on Sunday that her former husband came up with the fake accusation in a bid to cover an accusation of domestic violence levelled against him.

She said Uwak, the former lawmaker who represented the Oron/Mbo/Okobo/Ure-Offong/Oruko and Udung-Uko Federal Constituency of Akwa Ibom State at the 7th Assembly, appeared to be on a mission to smear the character of Hon. Kalu by accusing him of having an extra-marital affair with her.

Uwak had recently maintained that he would not apologise to Kalu over the allegation of an amorous relationship with his wife, Mrs Keiza Uwak.

Kezia called on Uwak to stop distracting the general public with fake stories of infidelity as reports of numerous acts of domestic violence against her were before the law enforcement agencies and the court.

She advised Uwak to face the law enforcement agencies that were investigating the matter and desist from dragging the name of Hon. Benjamin Kalu into his misfortune.

Kezia said: “I still maintain that Hon Benjamin Kalu who is being accused by Hon Robinson Uwak is completely innocent of all the frivolous accusations of interference in our previous marital life. I advise Robinson Uwak not to use our failed marital life to settle political scores.”

Kezia stated that during her marriage to Uwak, she never had anything to do with any other man, not via communication, no physical meetings and absolutely nothing whatsoever with any other man.

Kezia noted: “I was a stay-at-home wife for Hon Robinson Uwak as he didn’t allow me to do any work but to always be indoors to take care of the house, which I did without hesitation.

“I got pregnant two months after our wedding with our twins and considering how taxing a twin pregnancy can be, I was practically at home throughout the period of the pregnancy.  After the successful delivery of the twins through Cesarean Section (operation), it took a while for me to recover from the surgery and was fully engaged with the task of taking care of our babies.

 “During that period of body healing, I was deprived of sleep, always stressed and not eating well. Being my first childbearing experience with twins, my entire life was dedicated to the care and well-being of our new twin babies.

 “With all those sacrifices of staying at home and nursing new babies, it was a huge embarrassment to be accused of cheating by Robinson, which was unimaginable.

“Due to Robinson’s physical violence and abuse, the house helps we employed to assist me then kept leaving the job, as they were always looking very uncomfortable and scared in the house which forced the babies and myself to live all alone during those formative periods, even as Robinson usually came back home to his new family within the early hours of each day without any form of assistance or support to me and the children. Even with his violent character, I equally managed to endure all the pains and sufferings just for the sake of the family and the love I had for our children.”

Kezia said in her efforts to build a happy family, she tried to do everything he asked of her until one morning that Robinson strangled her without any provocation, stressing that in order to save her life and that of their twins, she had to leave his house in search of safety somewhere.

 She stated that the disgusting and unprintable claim that she was kept in a hotel by Benjamin Kalu whom she didn’t see within the past four (4) years or even spoken to in the last three (3) years was a wicked and fabricated lie.

She said instead of Robinson facing the charges she levelled against him, it was shocking how he was accusing Kalu of having an extramarital affair with her.

 She added: “While he was abusing me in his house, I reported the matter to NAPTIP and at some point, NAPTIP rescued me and sent invitations to him for questioning but he declined and instead, Robinson harassed, intimidated and arrested me with SARS operatives at the Abuja airport while on my way to Calabar when I decided to go and stay with my beloved mother.

“While we were in Calabar, Robinson brutally invaded my mother’s residence and forcefully abducted our children which have left me with anger, pains, sorrow and anguish till today.

“By reading his new fake stories in the media, I began to wonder if Robinson Uwak is mentally stable as his allegations against me are constantly concocted lies which he still tells to assuage his guilt and failings as a husband, father and responsible member of the society. At some point, I was consoled by the fact that he is known for harassment, libel and intimidation of opponents and the weak.

“Considering the fact that our law enforcement agencies are very sophisticated in forensic investigations and with the matter already in court, I am very delighted that they will unravel the truth behind all his allegations against me; hence the outcome of the investigation will prove all the grievous lies Robinson peddles against me.

 “For the embarrassment and disgrace that this matter has caused Hon. Benjamin Kalu and his family, I am deeply sorry and do reaffirm that I had no private relationship with Hon Kalu before, during and after my marriage with Robinson.

” I only worked for Hon Kalu during his electioneering as a media consultant, which terminated after the elections in February 2019 on a contract basis. I then got married to Robinson in June 2020, which was over one year and four months after I stopped working for Hon Benjamin Kalu.

“During the period I was having marital issues until I left Robinson, I did not have any communication with Hon Kalu or any member of his staff whatsoever.

“On the accusation of entering the National Assembly with the support of Kalu, It is a known fact that my mother has been a seasoned journalist in the past 34 years and in my quest for a platform to debunk some negative media propaganda against me by Robinson, she used her contacts in the industry to get me a platform at the National Assembly Press Corps, which gave me an opportunity to tell my story collectively to all the media houses.

” I wish to reiterate that Hon Benjamin Kalu did not aid me in accessing the media houses in the National Assembly and I will always appreciate the House of Reps Press Corp for the opportunity given to me to tell my own side of the story.

“Considering the fact that Robinson and I are in court, the reason for this release is for the world to know that Hon Benjamin Kalu, who is now his new target of assault is completely free from all the accusations levelled against him and I do once again sincerely apologize for any inconvenience the concocted lies of Robinson Uwak may have caused him, his lovely family and his numerous supporters.”

[financialscam]

Alleged extra-marital affairs: Ex-Rep Uwak’s estranged wife, Kezia, dismisses spouse’s accusation

Mrs Kezia Uwak, the estranged wife of a former member of the House of Representatives, Hon. Robinson Uwak has berated her former spouse over the allegation of having extra-marital affairs with Hon Benjamin Kalu, House of Representatives Committee Chairman on Media and Public Affairs.

Kezia, who had two children for Uwak, said in a statement on Sunday that her former husband came up with the fake accusation in a bid to cover an accusation of domestic violence levelled against him.

She said Uwak, the former lawmaker who represented the Oron/Mbo/Okobo/Ure-Offong/Oruko and Udung-Uko Federal Constituency of Akwa Ibom State at the 7th Assembly, appeared to be on a mission to smear the character of Hon. Kalu by accusing him of having an extra-marital affair with her.

Uwak had recently maintained that he would not apologise to Kalu over the allegation of an amorous relationship with his wife, Mrs Keiza Uwak.

Kezia called on Uwak to stop distracting the general public with fake stories of infidelity as reports of numerous acts of domestic violence against her were before the law enforcement agencies and the court.

She advised Uwak to face the law enforcement agencies that were investigating the matter and desist from dragging the name of Hon. Benjamin Kalu into his misfortune.

Kezia said: “I still maintain that Hon Benjamin Kalu who is being accused by Hon Robinson Uwak is completely innocent of all the frivolous accusations of interference in our previous marital life. I advise Robinson Uwak not to use our failed marital life to settle political scores.”

Kezia stated that during her marriage to Uwak, she never had anything to do with any other man, not via communication, no physical meetings and absolutely nothing whatsoever with any other man.

Kezia noted: “I was a stay-at-home wife for Hon Robinson Uwak as he didn’t allow me to do any work but to always be indoors to take care of the house, which I did without hesitation.

“I got pregnant two months after our wedding with our twins and considering how taxing a twin pregnancy can be, I was practically at home throughout the period of the pregnancy.  After the successful delivery of the twins through Cesarean Section (operation), it took a while for me to recover from the surgery and was fully engaged with the task of taking care of our babies.

 “During that period of body healing, I was deprived of sleep, always stressed and not eating well. Being my first childbearing experience with twins, my entire life was dedicated to the care and well-being of our new twin babies.

 “With all those sacrifices of staying at home and nursing new babies, it was a huge embarrassment to be accused of cheating by Robinson, which was unimaginable.

“Due to Robinson’s physical violence and abuse, the house helps we employed to assist me then kept leaving the job, as they were always looking very uncomfortable and scared in the house which forced the babies and myself to live all alone during those formative periods, even as Robinson usually came back home to his new family within the early hours of each day without any form of assistance or support to me and the children. Even with his violent character, I equally managed to endure all the pains and sufferings just for the sake of the family and the love I had for our children.”

Kezia said in her efforts to build a happy family, she tried to do everything he asked of her until one morning that Robinson strangled her without any provocation, stressing that in order to save her life and that of their twins, she had to leave his house in search of safety somewhere.

 She stated that the disgusting and unprintable claim that she was kept in a hotel by Benjamin Kalu whom she didn’t see within the past four (4) years or even spoken to in the last three (3) years was a wicked and fabricated lie.

She said instead of Robinson facing the charges she levelled against him, it was shocking how he was accusing Kalu of having an extramarital affair with her.

 She added: “While he was abusing me in his house, I reported the matter to NAPTIP and at some point, NAPTIP rescued me and sent invitations to him for questioning but he declined and instead, Robinson harassed, intimidated and arrested me with SARS operatives at the Abuja airport while on my way to Calabar when I decided to go and stay with my beloved mother.

“While we were in Calabar, Robinson brutally invaded my mother’s residence and forcefully abducted our children which have left me with anger, pains, sorrow and anguish till today.

“By reading his new fake stories in the media, I began to wonder if Robinson Uwak is mentally stable as his allegations against me are constantly concocted lies which he still tells to assuage his guilt and failings as a husband, father and responsible member of the society. At some point, I was consoled by the fact that he is known for harassment, libel and intimidation of opponents and the weak.

“Considering the fact that our law enforcement agencies are very sophisticated in forensic investigations and with the matter already in court, I am very delighted that they will unravel the truth behind all his allegations against me; hence the outcome of the investigation will prove all the grievous lies Robinson peddles against me.

 “For the embarrassment and disgrace that this matter has caused Hon. Benjamin Kalu and his family, I am deeply sorry and do reaffirm that I had no private relationship with Hon Kalu before, during and after my marriage with Robinson.

” I only worked for Hon Kalu during his electioneering as a media consultant, which terminated after the elections in February 2019 on a contract basis. I then got married to Robinson in June 2020, which was over one year and four months after I stopped working for Hon Benjamin Kalu.

“During the period I was having marital issues until I left Robinson, I did not have any communication with Hon Kalu or any member of his staff whatsoever.

“On the accusation of entering the National Assembly with the support of Kalu, It is a known fact that my mother has been a seasoned journalist in the past 34 years and in my quest for a platform to debunk some negative media propaganda against me by Robinson, she used her contacts in the industry to get me a platform at the National Assembly Press Corps, which gave me an opportunity to tell my story collectively to all the media houses.

” I wish to reiterate that Hon Benjamin Kalu did not aid me in accessing the media houses in the National Assembly and I will always appreciate the House of Reps Press Corp for the opportunity given to me to tell my own side of the story.

“Considering the fact that Robinson and I are in court, the reason for this release is for the world to know that Hon Benjamin Kalu, who is now his new target of assault is completely free from all the accusations levelled against him and I do once again sincerely apologize for any inconvenience the concocted lies of Robinson Uwak may have caused him, his lovely family and his numerous supporters.”

[24thenews]

Alleged extra-marital affair: Ex-Rep Uwak’s estranged wife Kezia dismisses spouse’s accusation

Kezia Uwak, the estranged wife of former member of House of Representatives, Hon. Robinson Uwak, has berated her former spouse over allegation of having an extra-marital affair with Hon Benjamin Kalu, House of Representatives Committee Chairman on Media and Public Affairs.

Kezia, who had two children for Uwak, said in a statement that her former husband came up with the fake accusation in a bid to cover an accusation of domestic violence leveled against him.

She said Uwak, the former lawmaker who represented the Oron/Mbo/Okobo/Ure-Offong/Oruko and Udung-Uko Federal Constituency of Akwa Ibom State at the 7th Assembly, appeared to be on a mission to smear the character of Hon. Kalu by accusing him of having an extra-marital affair with her.

Uwak had recently maintained that he would not apologise to Kalu over the allegation of an amorous relationship with his wife, Keiza Uwak.

Kezia called on Uwak to stop distracting the general public with fake stories of infidelity as reports of numerous acts of domestic violence against him were before the law enforcement agencies and the court.

She advised Uwak to face the law enforcement agencies that were investigating the matter and desist from dragging the name of Hon. Benjamin Kalu into his misfortune.

Kezia said: “I still maintain that Hon Benjamin Kalu who is being accused by Hon Robinson Uwak is completely innocent of all the frivolous accusations of interference in our previous marital life. I advise Robinson Uwak not to use our failed marital life to settle political scores.”

Kezia stated that during her marriage to Uwak, she never had anything to do with any other man, not via communication, no physical meetings and absolutely nothing whatsoever with any other man.

Kezia noted: “I was a stay at home wife for Hon Robinson Uwak as he didn’t allow me to do any work but to always be indoors to take care of the house, which I did without hesitation.

“I got pregnant two months after our wedding with our twins and considering how taxing a twin pregnancy can be, I was practically at home throughout the period of the pregnancy. After the successful delivery of the twins through Cesarean Section (operation), it took a while for me to recover from the surgery and was fully engaged with the task of taking care of our babies.

“During that period of body healing, I was deprived of sleep, always stressed and not eating well. Being my first child bearing experience with twins, my entire life was dedicated to the care and well being of our new twin babies.

“With all those sacrifices of staying at home and nursing new babies, it was a huge embarrassment to be accused of cheating by Robinson, which was unimaginable.

“Due to Robinson’s physical violence and abuse, the househelps we employed to assist me then kept leaving the job, as they were always looking very uncomfortable and scared in the house which forced the babies and myself to live all alone during those formative period, even as Robinson usually came back home to his new family within the early hours of each day without any form of assistance or support to me and the children. Even with his violent character, I equally managed to endure all the pains and sufferings just for the sake of the family and the love I had for our children.”

Kezia said in her efforts to build a happy family, she tried to do everything he asked of her until one morning that Robinson strangled her without any provocation, stressing that in order to save her life and that of their twins, she had to leave his house in search of safety somewhere.

She stated that the disgusting and unprintable claim that she was kept in a hotel by Benjamin Kalu whom she didn’t see within the past four (4) years or even spoken to in the last three (3) years was a wicked and fabricated lie.

She said instead of Robinson facing the charges she leveled against him, it was shocking how he was accusing Kalu of having an extra marital affair with her.

She added: “While he was abusing me in his house, I reported the matter to NAPTIP and at some point, NAPTIP rescued me and sent invitations to him for questioning but he declined and instead, Robinson harassed, intimidated and arrested me with SARS operatives at the Abuja airport while on my way to Calabar, when I decided to go and stay with my beloved mother.

“While we were in Calabar, Robinson brutally invaded my mother’s residence and forcefully abducted our children which has left me with anger, pains, sorrow and anguish till today.

“By reading his new fake stories in the media, I began to wonder if Robinson Uwak is mentally stable as his allegations against me are constantly concocted lies which he still tells to assuage his guilt and failings as a husband, father and responsible member of the society. At some point, I was consoled by the fact that he is known for harassments, libel and intimidation of opponents and the weak.

“Considering the fact that our law enforcement agencies are very sophisticated in forensic investigations and with the matter already in court, I am very delighted that they will unravel the truth behind all his allegations against me; hence the outcome of the investigation will prove all the grievous lies Robinson peddles against me.

“For the embarrassment and disgrace that this matter has caused Hon. Benjamin Kalu and his family, I am deeply sorry and do reaffirm that I had no private relationship with Hon Kalu before, during and after my marriage with Robinson.

” I only worked for Hon Kalu during his electioneering as a media consultant, which terminated after the elections in February 2019 on contract basis. I then got married to Robinson in June 2020, which was over one year and four months after I stopped working for Hon Benjamin Kalu.

“During the period I was having marital issues until I left Robinson, I did not have any communication with Hon Kalu or any member of his staff whatsoever.

“On the accusation of entering the National Assembly with the support of Kalu, it is a known fact that my mother has been a seasoned journalist in the past 34 years and in my quest for a platform to debunk some negative media propaganda against me by Robinson, she used her contacts in the industry to get me a platform at the National Assembly Press Corps, which gave me an opportunity to tell my story collectively to all the media houses.

“I wish to reiterate that Hon Benjamin Kalu did not aid me in accessing the media houses in the National Assembly and I will always appreciate the House of Reps Press Corp for the opportunity given to me to tell my own side of the story.

“Considering the fact that Robinson and I are in court, the reason for this release is for the world to know that Hon Benjamin Kalu, who is now his new target of assault is completely free from all the accusations leveled against him and I do once again sincerely apologize for any inconvenience the concocted lies of Robinson Uwak may have caused him, his lovely family and his numerous supporters.”

[tropical-lazor-beams]

homestar: hey strong bad. did you know passover is coming up? sb: uh, yes homestar, i did. i am almost amazed that you know this. why do you know this? homestar: well, y'see ess-bee, i was having a bread sing-along in the comfort of my own home, by which i mean marzipan's house, because you can't have a sing-along with only one person and no stick. but then i realized, hey! there's an awful lot of yeasty-beasties in this bread! you can't be eat-along that at passover. sb: doesn't marzipan have like, an entire section of her kitchen dedicated to some organic-vergrown whole wheat sourdough poofer proofer bread starter thing? homestar: she does? i didn't know that. what does that have to do with yeast, though? sb: nevermind, forget i even said that. homestar: yeah, anyway, i wrote this whole new album of tunes all about un-heavened breads. there's a tortilla tagelied, a chapati chorale, a lovely laud to lefse and, of course a matzah medley to close it all off. sb: great, man. tell me when bubs has it in stock so i can avoid his stand for the next week. homestar: sure thing!

[lokislastlove]

Sweat and Sacrifice (SoftDark!Steve x Reader) p4

Summary: You decide to meet face to face for the first time at a football game on Christmas and it’s not what you expected.

Warnings: None this chapter 😬

Notes: Ok seriously, I’m almost finished. I really do think the next chapter is the last one … if this man starts cooperating. Wish me luck. ❤️ and thank you for all your feedback guys, it has made me feel so indescribably happy. I can’t thank y’all enough. Happy New Year everyone!!🥂✨

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Time spent with Steve is a whirlwind. After the Christmas game he takes two days off and spends it locked away in his mansion with you. Every excuse you make to leave is easily dismissed as he finds more things for you to do with him. Even basics like clothes and toiletries he is prepared for, with an entire section of his closet already dedicated to you.

“Did you get these for me… or are these for general use when you have ladies over?” Your teasing tone masks your anxiety, unsure which explanation is worse.

“You’re the only girl in my life,” he says as he kisses your bare shoulder and leaves you to dress.

You spend your time exploring the endless entertainment within his dazzling house. Swimming in the indoor pool, a few rounds of Horse on the basketball court, riding his horses around the multiple acre estate, movie marathons in his home theater, rounds of pool and cocktails in the billiard room. You get swept up in the fantasy. He’s like a dream, sweet but dominating when he gets horny, and eager to please – in more ways than one.

You don’t even realize you haven’t looked at your phone by the end of the second day until one of Steve’s assistants barges in with concerns about a missing persons report with the local authorities.

You rush to plug in your phone, after retrieving it from the depths of your purse. After a few minutes of pacing it buzzes back to life with a myriad of missed calls, voicemails and texts. Your stomach drops as you realize you are supposed to be back at work tomorrow too. You quickly call your father and after a tirade from your mother you are able to assure them of your safety.

Steve lingers in the doorway as you finish up damage control, sending out apologies to friends and family, most just wanting to gossip about your ‘new boyfriend’. Lastly, you call the police station, clearing the report and promising to come in to sign a few things at your earliest convenience.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think…” Steve mumbles regretfully as you hang up the phone.

“It’s not your fault, we both got a bit carried away with it all,” you reassure. “But can’t avoid reality forever,” you sigh.

“I guess,” he mutters with a frown.

“Do you think you could drive me home? I have to get ready for work tomorrow.”

“If that’s what you want,” he nods sadly.

The drive back to your apartment in the city is quiet, air thick with unspoken words and feelings. You can tell Steve is upset and you try to break the tension by talking about how amazing the past few days have been. As he pulls up to the curb he frowns up at your generic brick building and the pile of rubbish decorating the street.

“Thank you, Steve. For everything,” you smile and squeeze his hand, which has been resting on your thigh the entire ride.

He nods and reluctantly pulls away. You lean over the console and kiss his cheek, “text me and let me know you made it home ok.”

He huffs lightly through his nose and your brows furrow but you say nothing else. Your hand grips the handle and you go to push open the door but the lock clicks into place. You frown and turn to look at him.

“What are you doing for New Years?” He asks quickly.

“Uh, no set plans. I got invited to a work party, but I don’t really care for most of my coworkers, so I’ll probably skip it.”

He nods, brows raising hopefully, “spend it with me?”

You bite your lip as you consider his request. “Okay,” you nod with a smile.

“Okay,” he breaths in relief, his face lighting up with the same boyish glee he had the past two days.

You laugh and clear your throat, “uh… can you open the door now Steve?”

“Oh, yeah,” he laughs, embarrassed.

“I’ll see you soon,” you promise before stepping out of the car and into your apartment.

You watch him pull away through the small lobby door and stop at your mailbox before heading up. The feeling of home is a relief, like you can breath for the first time in days. You open the dented metal door and pull out the stack of bills and junk mail, flipping through them as you wait in the janky elevator.

A plain white envelope with your name written in black marker catches your attention and you tear it open as the door dings, announcing your floor. You gasp as you step into the hall, angry red ink spelling out ‘fucking slut’ scribbled across a news article with your face on it.

You crumple up the paper in your fist and hurry to your door, shaky hands rattling the keys as you try to fit them in the hole. You push in to your stuffy apartment and toss the pile of mail on the kitchen counter. The smell of home brings a bit of comfort as you twist the deadbolt and let your head cool against the door.

Upon opening your eyes you notice movement through the spy hole and hushed whispers trickle through the door. You focus through the lens and spot your nosy neighbors from down the hall, two haughty young girls who had barely spared you a second glance or even a simple ‘hi’ in over the past three years.

“Do it!” The blond urges.

“YOU do it,” the redhead pushes the other in front of her.

You narrow your eyes at their noisy excitement, “go away,” you bark through the door.

They jump but don’t move. “Is it true you’re dating Steve Rogers?” The blond persists.

“I still think she’s blackmailing him or something. How does that man fall for someone like her?“ The other scoffs meanly.

“Shut up, Jules!” She scolds her friend over her shoulder. “All I’m trying to say is… maybe if he has friends you could introduce us?”

You cringe at the thought, “no, sorry. Now, please leave me alone.”

Jules clicks her tongue, “see? Told you she was a bitch, Cass. Next time the paparazzi come sniffing, I’m totally letting them in.”

You watch the redhead pull her disappointed friend back down to their apartment and breathe out a temporary sigh of relief.

“Fuck,” you curse into the thin wood door. Would paparazzi really care about you? What else has happened while you were hidden away in your little fairytale fantasy?

You try to fight the urge, knowing no good will come of it. A shower distracts you for a bit, but as soon as you draw back the curtain you find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, your laptop balanced on your legs as you nervously google your name.

Your phone buzzes on the side table as you click on the article titled ‘Superstar Steve Roger’s Mysterious New Girlfriend’. You scan through the article, appalled by the mixture of facts and falsehoods perfectly melded together to paint the worst picture of you.

They call you a distraction, a “surprising taste”, insinuating Steve’s exhaustion with the “usual models” and assume this means Steve is looking to settle down. The article ends with a joke about how this might mean we can “look forward to a future generation of all stars”. The article is brutal, but the comments are far worse.

You feel sick as you blindly reach for your phone, the persistent buzz indicating an incoming call. You answer without looking, a shaky “hello” filling the speaker, though your mind is elsewhere.

“Well, I made it home… and it already feels empty without you.”

You swallow at the sound of Steve’s downtrodden voice and close your eyes as the tears slip down your cheeks. You want to find comfort in his voice, want to believe his affection is real and worth the chaos he has brought to your life, but it’s harder than you expected. Foolishly, you thought you might be able to indulge the fantasy for a short time and still be able to go back to your life as though it never happened, just a funny story to tell the grandkids one day.

“Cupcake?” He asks when you don’t respond.

“Yeah...” your voice cracks.

“What happened? Whats wrong?” he worries.

“Nothing, I just… I don’t know if I can do this, Steve. This is all so much. I don’t think I’m cut out for this kind of public life… the things people are saying.” You sniff, as you scan another article that managed to gather information about you going back to your grade-school days, even including a not-so-flattering picture of you when you were ten.

“What happened?” He says more sternly, bordering on anger.

“It doesn’t matter,” you mutter sadly. “I know you’re used to this, but I’m not. I just need some time, Steve… to think.”

“Listen to me, sweetheart…” he assert, but you don’t hear the rest as the phone falls loosely from your ear and you tap ‘end’.

He rings back instantly but you turn your phone off and bury your head in your pillow, letting the tsunami of emotions stain your worn cotton pillowcase.

—

Somehow, you manage to get through your morning routine, hyper-focused, caging those problematic thoughts at the back of your mind for the time being. The drive is peaceful, for the most part, a tiny oasis away from unanswerable questions and lingering looks. You get to the parking lot and pause when you see your boss there waiting with a strained smile.

“Shit, what now,” you whisper to yourself before stepping out of the car to greet him.

“Hi!” He announces awkwardly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Morning, Dan,” you greet, trepidation plain on your face. “Have a good holiday?”

“Yeah, not as good as yours was, I’m sure,” he snorts.

You manage a half-hearted smile and wait for him to continue.

“Alright, I’ll just get right to it. It looks like after the big game, people got curious about you and since then our building has been swarmed with journalists and people with cameras. I’ve been getting a lot of complaints from the staff and customers alike…”

You nod along, your stomach twisting as you wait for the penny to drop.

“… Im at a loss here. You’re a good worker, but I can’t have this sort of disruption on a daily basis and if people think they might catch a glimpse of Rogers here?” He sighs, “I think it will only get worse. I can offer you a week of paid time off to see if things settle down a bit, but if it doesn’t… I think we might have to consider something more permanent.”

He claps your shoulder sympathetically, giving it a soft squeeze as he mutters a solemn apology and turns back to go inside. You stand there a moment trying to catch your breath as it feels like the rug is swept out from under you. What the hell are you supposed to do now? Its as if your whole world has been turned upside down and a spark of resentment burns in your chest as you can’t help but blame Steve.

You hear your name called from a distance followed by quickening footsteps and you look up to see a small group of people with cameras and phones trying to wave you down, all hurrying toward you. Without a thought you get back into your car and drive off before they have a chance to stop you. You mop away angry tears with the back of your sleeve as you drive back to your apartment.

You make it home, pulling up your hood and covering the lower half of your face with a scarf as you let yourself in the lobby. You barely avoid eye contact with the obvious photographer ducking behind a car across the street. Your heart races in time with your quick feet as you rush up the stairs, wary of being stuck in the elevator with one of the strangers lingering by the mailbox, or “casually” reading a paper on one of the benches in the lobby.

Huffing and puffing, you finally make it to your floor. You just want to shut yourself in your room, burying yourself in blankets with a bottle of wine close by as you binge your comfort shows.

But of course, luck just isn’t on your side today.

You stop short as you see a familiar silhouette outside your apartment, slipping something under the door. He stands and turns, flinching when he sees you standing there.

“Peter?”

“Oh, uh – Hi! I wasn’t expecting – I thought you were gone. I waited but I figured you were at work or something,” he babbles.

“Yeah… I was,” you bemoan.

He rubs the back of his neck, “oh. Well, I just came by as a favor for Cap – I mean Steve. He asked me to come and make sure you are ok. He was worried and wrote you a letter – I slid it under your door just to be safe.”

You purse your lips and nod, “I’m fine. I just want a little fucking space. Which is what I already told him.”

The sharp tone surprises you just as much as him and your anger wavers with the hurt look in his sweet eyes. You drag your hand down your face in frustration and sigh.

“I’m sorry. I just… I’ve only been away from him for like ten hours and he already has you delivering letters. There are people stalking me with cameras and neighbors asking me to introduce them to people I don’t even know, my boss just basically told me he might have to fire me if shit doesn’t calm down – and trust me I wish I could make this all stop, but I can’t. I just – ugh. I don’t know what to do.”

You deflate as you stand there in silence, too afraid to even look at Peter after unloading on him so suddenly. A rogue tear cools your cheek and he steps forward, wrapping his arms around you. It’s a friendly hug, comforting, and as he squeezes you softly the emotions bubble over. You cry into his shoulder, this near stranger who only a few days ago helped Steve keep you from leaving the game that shattered your ordinary life.

“I’m so sorry,” Peter whispers with one last squeeze and releases you. “I’ll give you some space, and I’ll try my best to convince Steve to do the same… but I can’t promise he’ll listen to me.”

You nod and sniff, “thanks Peter.”

He leaves and you make it into your quiet apartment, the paper envelope crunching under your shoe as you shut the door. You pick up the envelope and stare at the “Sweetheart” spelled out in a shimmering silvery ink, the parchment is heavy and expensive, his hand writing unsurprisingly elegant and neat.

The bastard really has no flaws. Seriously, what man writes hand written letters these days? His perfection is irksome in your current emotional state and you toss the letter on the counter without opening it. You grab a bottle of wine, kick off your shoes and shrug off your jacket, letting them clatter messily on your way to the bedroom where you stay for the entire day.

—

You awake groggily to a knock on your door sometime in the night. The bright blue from the tv screen savor the only light source in the dark room. Your phone is somewhere in the mess of your blankets and you give up looking for it as the knocking intensifies.

“What?” You croak grumpily, throat dry and scratchy. You peek through the hole and groan. “Steve, what are you doing here?”

You hit your head against the door awaiting some cheesy compliment or perfectly delivered sweet talk.

“Open. The. Door.” He demands calmly, voice dark and dangerous yet somehow still convincingly trustworthy.

A shiver goes down your back as you stand rigid in response. Your hand grips the knob and you turn the deadbolt before easing the door open.

He doesn’t move, arms crossed over his chest and brows scrunched in disapproval. His jaw ticks as he sets it tightly and he lets out a slow breath through his nose. You feel instantly small, like a child standing before an angry parent after making a mistake.

“What’s going on?” He asks finally.

You are taken aback for a minute, half expecting him to yell or insult you, but he sounds more concerned and possibly a bit offended.

“I just – there are some things I have to think about…”

“You really going to make us talk about this out here?” He says, quirking a brow.

You clamp your lips shut and open the door, stepping aside to let him in. He drops his arm and takes a large step over the threshold, looking to you for instructions on where to go. You wave him down the hall to the cozy living room and follow quietly.

He looks around with a small smile and catches your eye, “cute. Feels like you, exactly what I thought it would be.”

You hold your arms nervously, feeling vulnerable with his massive, polished self being in your tiny apartment. “It’s messy,” you shrug, embarrassed.

He shakes his head and laughs lightly, expression softening, “what’s going on, sweetheart? We have this perfect weekend together and all of a sudden you’re ghosting me?”

You let out a long breath and look at the floor, “it’s not that simple Steve.”

“What’s not simple? I love you, and you love me.”

Your breath hitches as you look up at him in disbelief. “This is all just moving very fast, I feel a bit overwhelmed okay?” You take a calming breath, “since I met you I have been reported as a missing person, hounded by strangers, publicly shamed by journalists, threatened by fans of yours, and possibly fired from my job.”

You feel the pressure lift from your shoulders as you acknowledge the elephant in the room. His face shifts from shock to anger and finally settles into sadness.

“You’re right. I forget about all that stuff sometimes… I’ve been in the spotlight, whether I wanted it or not, for so long now,” he laments.

There is a short silence while you both digest each other’s perspectives. You feel bad for avoiding him, he didn’t really do anything wrong. Maybe you’re just not used to someone wanting to be with you all the time. It has been a while since you’ve seriously dated someone, and maybe the truth is you liked the ease of the online dating because it is less messy, less responsibility.

“But hey –“ he interrupts your thoughts. “It’s not all bad.”

You look up at him curiously, unable to see a bright side to fame.

“Look, I can’t promise there won’t be shitty days, there are always going to be cons to every relationship, right? But, in my opinion, everything worth having takes a bit of compromise and dedication… I see a lot of potential here, so come with me and let me remind you of all the good things we have going for us, Cupcake.” He puts on his most debonair smile and holds out his hand to you.

You melt a bit after his heartfelt speech and take his hand with a sigh. “Fine. But no more cheesy petnames,” you smirk, breaking the tension.

“I’ll think of something you’ll like,” he laughs, pulling you in for a passionate kiss before whisking you out of your apartment and down to his awaiting SUV.

You slide into the back of the car and look down with a grimace at your ratty comfy sweatpants, “uh, maybe I should have changed first.”

Steve grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles, “it’s always better to wear something comfortable on the plane, believe me.”

“Plane?” Your eyes widen comically.

He laughs, “I have everything arranged, there is even a bag packed for you if you want to get changed on the flight. But unfortunately we are on a bit of a tight schedule.”

You gape at him, anxiety fluttering your stomach and heating your skin, “Steve I can’t just leave like this.”

“Clearly you did not read the letter I wrote you,” he smirks, brow arching knowingly.

You grin guiltily, “oops.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, kissing your hand again, “you’re lucky you’re cute. I’ll explain on the way.”

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🥃 + “If I survive this, I'm requesting hazard pay.” + Nathan Bateman

(My prompt takes place in the Ex-Machina universe where Kyoko and Ava still exist. Perhaps this is something occurring canonically in the movie, minus Caleb, where the AI’s try to kill Nathan but reader saves him instead.)

You can also ignore my parentheses section above if you so choose and have fun! Never want to diminish anyone’s creative ideas. That’s just where my initial thought process went to.

💕 Thank you for all your contributions. Hopefully I did this right? 😂

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request: 🥃 + “If I survive this, I'm requesting hazard pay.” + Nathan Bateman. (My prompt takes place in the Ex-Machina universe where Kyoko and Ava still exist. Perhaps this is something occurring canonically in the movie, minus Caleb, where the AI’s try to kill Nathan but reader saves him instead.) You can also ignore my parentheses section above if you so choose and have fun! Never want to diminish anyone’s creative ideas. That’s just where my initial thought process went to.  💕 Thank you for all your contributions. Hopefully I did this right? 😂 - the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo

pairing: nathan bateman x fem!reader

word count: 592

warnings?: implied character death, angst, ambiguous ending, not proofread

When Nathan Bateman asked you to come work for him out of his secluded mansion, two thoughts ran through your head: (1) this was easily the most important move you would ever make in your entire career; and (2) if there were ever a chance that you would be murdered, this was it. Granted, back then, you thought you’d be murdered by Nathan. After all, it’s always the eccentric billionaire types that commit the crimes, isn’t it? And being asked to move to the middle of the woods? Where you had to hike a mile into the woods to even reach the damn house because he refused to let anyone see it? Yeah. Yeah, if you were going to die a gruesome death, you were sure it would be by his hands. You never expected that it would be a fucking AI that would take you out.

Nathan had brought you to his mansion to look over his code. He never really told you what the code was for, only ever gave you bits and pieces to look over. It was interesting, working with Nathan. He was incredibly dedicated to his craft, and you admired that. Really, actually, you admired him. Sure, the man was rough around the edges. But he made you laugh, he respected your intelligence, often asking for your opinions on his work, even if it wasn’t technically in your job description just because he valued your opinion. And then, of course, were the dance parties. God, you’d never seen a man more attractive than him. 

Then—he finished his work. Or, at least, got to the point where you could see what he was doing. He’d been working on AI, and he wanted you to judge his latest project, Ava, to see whether she was genuinely capable of thought and consciousness. And it had been going well. 

That is, until you realized Nathan had built an AI who wanted to kill you and him and join the real world. 

Well, actually, you don’t know if she wanted to kill you. She was trying to kill Nathan, but you had jumped in the way of her blade and suddenly you were the one collapsing to the floor. 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!” Nathan shouted, striking Ava in the head with…something. You couldn’t quite see. All you could see was a decapitated Ava falling beside you, Nathan falling to his knees, pressing his hand into your stomach, shouting at Kyoko to get the first aid kit. 

“If I survive this…” you started to say. 

“Shh, save your energy,” Nathan said. “And don’t talk like that. You’re going to be fine. You’ll be fine.”

“…I’m requesting hazard pay,” you finished. You placed your hand on top of Nathan’s, patting it slightly. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t feel like you have some duty to me.”

“Of course I have a duty to you.You’re my employe, and you’re my…” Nathan sighed, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. As he gazed down at you, you could see him holding back tears. “I’m not good at this sort of thing. I really care about you, Y/N—”

“Shh, I know,” you said. “You don’t have to say anything. I, uh, think I’m gonna close my eyes for a sec. I’m really sleepy.”

“No, no, don’t—”

But all you could focus on was how heavy your eyes felt. You just needed to close them for a second. That’s all. You just needed a second. And then it all faded to back.

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You know for a fact my ass is gonna send another gajeel request your way. Like it's not even a question.

Have you written domestic hcs for him yet?

If not, could you?

DOMESTIC HEADCANONS

characters. gajeel redfox

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Gajeel wouldn’t be a bad person to live with tbh

Basically don’t touch his shit and he won’t touch yours

But there is a slight issue...

Gajeel is one of those people who are chaotically organized

Literally, stuff is EVERYWHERE

But for some reason, he knows where everything is and gets mad when people move everything around.

Now of course he’ll switch it up and be considerate for your sake, he isn’t an asshole 

But be mindful he has his space and even if it’s a complete mess that makes you wanna scream leave it. 

Just leave it...

I find the dragon slayers have a slight organization issue and tend to have lots and clutter because of the fact dragons are known to be hoarders so yeah:)

Your house is just filled with little things of stuff you got on jobs

Actually, at some point, there’s an entire section dedicated to things you picked up along the way

It’s actually quite nice in its own way...

Now Gajeel is either really good at cooking or god awful

This man loves a good ass meal 

Even if he sucks or is really good when you’re cooking he’ll try and add his own “spice” to the meal.

Sometimes it works… other times 0_0

Not so good…

Gajeel definitely likes spicy food so he’ll just toss something spicy in when you’re not paying attention. He claims it just needed “a kick to it.” 

You guys barely argue

Its usually just bickering about what reality tv show to watch or what’s for dinner

In one way or another, it gets resolved because neither of you wants to go to bed annoyed at each other 

I’m sorry but…

You’re going to have cats, whether you like them or not

Hell even if you’re allergic you’re going to have a cat

Probably multiple cats

Gajeel is 100% a cat person and you can’t say otherwise

Magnolia has a cattery and almost every day he walks past and resists the urge of going in and petting them because “he has an image he needs to keep.” 

Actually, you’ll go on dates there and he claims its for your sake when everyone knows it not.

Lily doesn’t mind them, does he like them? He would prefer if they weren’t there but he doesn’t pay rent soooo

Of course, you two are considerate of him and did get the okay but still, would prefer it to be a single cat-ish house

secretly would love them 

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Casimir with a Talkative MC

Fandom: Monster Manor

Characters: Casimir

Warnings: None!

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt: I'm so excited to see you taking monster mansion asks hardly anyone seems to be paying it any attention! Could you do headcanons on how Casimir would reactor to an MC who will just chatter away, sometimes to him but mostly to themselves with really obscure/unusual topics?

Comments: Of course! I love this so much! I just randomly started thinking about this earlier today, so I thought it would be a good one to kickstart my new attempt at formatting! What do you guys think? Better than just answering asks??

I think Casimir is an ambivert, maybe bordering a little on extrovert. He's perfectly fine on his own, and he enjoys spending time alone for his hobbies because it's peaceful. But, given the option, I think he'd prefer to be around people. Specifically, around you.

He's been alone for a long time, so at first I imagine he'll get overwhelmed by it super easily. It's weird, having someone else around that can actually speak (and doesn't hide from him like Mimi does), and he doesn't know what to do with it. At all.

At first, you talking to yourself confuses him. Not because he's never done it-- he mumbles to himself all the time, when he's not yelling at the house or attempting to talk to Mimi. He's so unused to another person speaking in his presence that he automatically assumes you're talking to him, because well, that's what people do, right? The problem is, usually it makes little sense, because he doesn't understand half the words you're saying.

It doesn't bother him much, but as I said, it can get overwhelming. If he's already a bit frustrated, or you're talking really fast or loud, he'll often just quietly leave and go somewhere more peaceful. Don't take it personally-- he's lived in near-silence for hundreds of years.

After a week or two of living with you, he'll begin to get more used to your presence, and he no longer feels uneasy or agitated by your chattiness-- instead, he's found that he loves it. You're so cute like this, talking about the things you enjoy, and he finds himself wondering how it ever bothered him in the first place.

If you're just talking to yourself, he mostly lets you be, quietly listening to you talk. It's rather soothing, really, and he loves the sound of your voice. Even if he doesn't understand what you're talking about, he's perfectly content to just enjoy your company.

That said... please talk to him. He'll absolutely love talking about your interests with you! He gives you his full attention (you'll often have to gently remind him to actually work on the room because he's entirely forgotten about the task at hand.) He'll ask a lot of questions, and it's a perfect opportunity for you to delve really deep into the topic at hand, explaining all of the concepts and vocabulary he doesn't understand.

Depending on what it is you like, if you can bring him physical examples of it, he'll be absolutely over the moon. Hope the house doesn't mind you getting nothing done today, because all of your time will be spent showing it to him.

He's also a man of rather obscure interests, and he jumps at the chance to share them with you. He'll ramble for hours on end about his passions, and the way his eyes light up is the most adorable thing in the world.

It'll be a really good thing for the both of you! You're super enthusiastic about each other's passions, and you have long, in-depth conversations about the most random of topics. Small talk doesn't exist in this house. The only bad thing about it is that you're constantly at risk of losing sleep because you accidentally stayed up talking until dawn. Oops?

Seriously though, he'll love it. He probably has a bunch of journals that he writes in from time to time, and he has an entire section of books dedicated to you. He writes down whatever he remembers from your infodumping at the end of the day in the journal for that topic. He wants to learn about what you like, so he takes notes, and occasionally he reviews them to refresh his memory.

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Hi hi hi~ Your Mark Grayson pregnancy imagine!! Could you do write Mark Grayson marriage headcanons or imagine?

Hi hi Mousy! Took me a while to realize wedding and marriage were not the same things, but I briefly mentioned a couple wedding/newlywed points.

CW: gn!reader, tooth-rotting fluff

Getting to the point of marriage with Mark, took erm... it took a while. Though the man, himself, was absolutely elated to even daydream the smallest plan for the future with you, he was also always second-guessing himself.

At some point, Mark fell into an easy confidence about both himself and your shared relationship. There were plenty of goofy and loving moments, both of you were still able to maintain some sense of individuality where time away from each other wasn't a much needed vacation or a chore, but it was rather seamless.

The first time he tried to propose, he got too sweaty and nervous—you mistook it for a fever. The second time, he got called away to help with an emergency, though his sigh as he took off in his familiar blue, black and yellow spandex was more of relief than annoyance. Third time's the charm right? Totally, except Will, who had been entrusted with the camera, accidentally tripped on the root of the tree he was hiding behind and the entire, surprise was kind of ruined—you caught on rather quickly, though you still let Mark have his moment.

Your wedding was small. Those of your family you invited, his own family and some friends and teammates all filled the seats at your wedding venue. Your now mother-in-law was in tears, almost sending you into your own little giddy sob, but Mark couldn't let that happen. His usual doting behaviour took over, and he did his best to cheer you up and keep you smiling and laughing all through the night. He also had you calling his name a lot after the reception too...

Now marriage with Mark wasn't too far off from your relationship with him before. As expensive as things for weddings could get, Mark was happy before and he would be happy now. Kissing your wedding band or calling you his [wife/husband] now was just the icing on the cake.

If you two hadn't been living together prior to your marriage, you most certainly were going to now. That meant, finding a proper place to call home and buying furniture.

"Mark, we don't need a random turtle decor piece in our house."

"But it would look good on the coffee table!"

"What coffee table Mark? We still haven't gotten to the living room furniture section yet and we've been in this store for an hour!"

Mark grew to love cooking and little domestic moments with you. He did his best to make dinner at least two to three times a week, especially if work was getting busy for you. His dedicated mornings to training now incorporated time to either cook breakfast before you wake up or to make sure you had some sort of lunch to take with you to work.

Feeling more athletic? Cool, he is totally open to you training with him in the mornings, at least ground training.

Other domestic moments included but were not limited to folding fresh laundry with you in the afternoon and chatting away about frivolous matters. A morning rinse or a shower before bed with you was always nice too. Oh, and you almost always had to kill the bugs, whether you liked it or not, because when it came to critters, it was every person for themselves, and unfortunately, Mark had the upper hand of flying states/countries away at the sight of one.

"I'm InVinCiBLe, I sAvE pEoPLe WhEn I cAn aND I fiGht bAD GuYs tWiCe My siZe, aLien Or HumAn, aHoHo."

"You think you're so funny, huh? You screamed too!"

"YOU LEFT ME IN THE BASEMENT AND SONIC BOOMED OUT OF THE BACKYARD TO PARIS!"

"I brought you back some éclairs though..."

"I could have died, Mark."

"BUT YOU DIDN'T AND NOW YOU'RE [WIFE/HUSBAND] OF THE YEAR! I love you, please accept these delicious pastries as my sincerest apologies. Please?"

The two of you would fall into a little routine of finding one day out of the week where schedules allowed, for a movie night, or a spa day. The two of you often travel too (thanks to his abilities) so you can always get the freshest meals catered to your cravings or a new sight to see when things get dry back wherever the two of you decided to settle.

At least once or twice a month, Will, his teammates and your friends would get together for game nights or a potluck. It was almost always endearingly chaotic between the two of you if you played on separate teams. Mark wanted you to win, but he was also super competitive. You as well, especially when you started to throw out bets like the loser has to mow the lawn next or dish duty for the next week.

Mark was absolutely in love with you, no less than before marriage. If anything, just a tad bit more, and he couldn't wait to see what other chaotic moments he would get with you next.

Also, Mark breaks more things than you can count. First, it was a plate, then the week after it was some collectable drinking glass from a thrift store that neither of you really cared for. But then, things you actually cared for/didn't know were possible to break so early on started to well, break.

"Mark, honey. Why is our blender missing a blade?"

"Um well, you see—wow would you look at the time. I have to go meet Cecil for something."

Or that time...

"Babe, where did our shower curtain and the rod go?"

"Look, funny story, you're gonna get a real laugh out of this one..."

But the best one yet:

"MARKUS SEBASTIAN GRAYSON, YOU BETTER GET ME OUT OF THIS HOLE RIGHT NOW, OR SO HELP ME GO-"

"Oh shit, sorry, I meant to tell you about that."

"You meant to tell me there was a hole in our staircase? I sure hope you would! Why is there a hole in our staircase and why did you put a god damn black towel over it??? It blends in with the stairs!"

Oh and that turtle decor he wanted? He ended up buying it the next time he went to the store (without you), and at that point, you couldn't say no or tell him to return it because it did look good on your coffee table, albeit a little quirky. Mark also has and will continue his habit of picking up souvenirs from his trips, even if it's a fossilized rock from outer space or sand in a bottle from an island on Earth you have yet to visit.

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the parent trap — levi ackerman (iii)

part one | part two

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | the parent trap au)

— warnings: angst if you squint??? and another original character that was annoying to write

— summary: caelum was too excited coming back home to london but found out that there was someone ruining their plan with their advances.

— word count: 6.6k

— author’s notes: this has been updated yey !!! i’m so happy to finally write for their series again. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it.

London was an entirely different world for the boy of eleven, blue-gray eyes memorizing every building and street as their car drove past the city.

The trip back home finished without a hitch; the only thing perplexing Caelum was that he was directed to the first-class section of the plane by one of the stewardesses. If there weren’t many people behind him, waiting for their turn to board on the plane, he would’ve stood longer at the entrance. The entire flight was spent vibrating with excitement on his seat, thoughts revolving around finally meeting you, his mother. His anticipation remained until he went out to look for Oluo at the airport, neck craning and standing on top of an airport seat to get a glimpse of the butler. Everything was going smoothly, Oluo never suspected anything when they did their handshake, however, the older man questioned him on his hair. Even though he practiced it a dozen times, Caelum froze in front of the narrowed eyes of their butler. Something was underlying in his gaze that made the gray-eyed boy nervous, managing out the reason for his undercut with a crafted smile.

“Now you remind me of someone I used to know when I went with your mother to a university overseas.”

Caelum was praying to any deity that this will not foil the plan.

If the first-class ticket and London’s bustling streets didn’t make Caelum awestruck, the house bearing the name [Last Name] in the gates definitely did. It was exactly like what was described to him and more. The first thing that came to his mind when he laid his eyes on the cozy home was that it looked like it belonged in a fairy tale. There were vines placed immaculately on the walls, presenting flowers with the color palette of lilacs, carnation pinks, and baby blues. The garden was a sight to behold and for Caelum, all the flowers he could remember were present there and taken with utmost care. Butterflies drifted in various areas of the estate, making it look magical than it already is.

It was a refreshing sight after all those years of seeing maroon and deep green walls. 

When he heard the car door close behind him, Caelum jumped an inch in the air and composed himself. The tips of fashioning this aristocratic persona ringing in his head and reminding him of what he was here for — his gaze unknowingly going to the window above the front door, its curtains flying because of the wind. Oluo placed a gentle hand on the little boy’s shoulders, a smile painting the man’s lips as he gestured for the little master of the household to greet his awaiting family. With an excited smile, he went up the pathway and reached the door. When he placed a hand on the doorknob, he could feel his heart beating erratically in his chest with his cheeks hurting from how widely he was smiling since he landed from his flight.

A small, shaking hand was placed on top of his heart, a deep breath was released, and finally, Caelum opened the door.

A hallway greeted him, paintings coloring the plain background, and carpet leading to a set of stairs. There were two doorways on either side of the hallway. Caelum glanced at the closed door to the left side of the hallway before peeking excitedly at the doorway with a tantalizing smell emanating from it. As if he was about to enter Wonderland, the onyx-haired boy took careful steps into a vast living room. The couches were arranged to be surrounding a low table and facing a fireplace that was between two open doorways, which Caelum noticed was leading to a study or mini-library.

A vase with white roses behind the long couch caught his attention, making his way over there the moment he saw the card dangling from the stems. It wasn’t in him to be nosy but the scented card with romantic connotations was enough for him to feel nervous. The roses now didn’t sit right with him the more he stared at it. It was much too flamboyant for the eleven-year-old’s eyes after seeing the flirty card. He hoped to God that it wasn’t what he thinks it is.

Caelum looked up at the top of the wall presenting an open kitchen and dining table. There hung a banner with an explosion of colors saying, ‘Welcome home, Caelum’, in everything glittery that the kid snickered at. It sent a wave of warmth through his little body.

Then, there were giggles coming from the study — a series of small laughter that made Caelum abandon his curiosity of the feast dedicated to his homecoming. He followed the sound towards the library beside the living room, the rustic atmosphere reminding him of the library from the Beauty and the Beast. Even though a whole wall was covered with books from all generations, there was still an armchair positioned under the wide window letting in the cool breeze. A small laugh once again rang through the room. Caelum hesitantly glanced at the desk at the other end of the study, a person holding a newspaper piquing his interest.

Caelum remembered a name.

“Hange?”

A messy array of brown hair, shining glasses, and a lopsided smile were behind the newspaper. The person had stars in their eyes as they planted both hands on the desk, standing up from the chair with a squeal.

“Little bean! My, have you grown in those eight weeks. You’re practically a gangly young man now.”

Hange rounded the desk, arms wide open for the little boy running towards them. They let out a playful huff when Caelum wrapped his arms around their waist, the brown-haired person cooing. The little prince was like a koala, making Hange’s heart melt at the sight. They swayed the two of them back and forth, humming happily under their breath, smile so wide that they didn’t care if it hurt their face. Hange was so happy to finally have the boy home until their mood dampened a little when they felt their button-down shirt becoming wet by the second. Peering down at the onyx-haired boy, Hange panicked at the steady stream of Caelum’s tears, with the boy ducking down to hide his cherry red cheeks that seemed to bloom after realizing he carelessly cried.

“Holy shite, are you alright, little bean? Hey, you can talk to me, you know?”

The gray-eyed boy’s hug tightened around them, taking note of the warmth exuding from the person’s body and welcoming. “I’m home,” he muttered against the shirt of the family friend.

Hange smiled softly at the eleven-year-old boy, planting a kiss on the crown of his head. “Welcome home. Uhm, what are you doing, little bean?”

Caelum stopped from taking a deep breath against the crook of Hange’s neck, his face erupting in a pretty shade of rouge as he looked up at the brown-eyed person. His gaze bounced back from left to right, avoiding any eye contact with Hange. It was rarely that he could express his emotions freely like this and for once, it felt good. His whole life, he always kept his expressions in check when out of the comforts of his house, he hid them behind those scowls his classmates feared or the blank face he perfected under a certain someone’s guise. Caelum smiled brightly at Hange, eyes carrying an entire constellation map that the person gushed internally at. “Just smelling.”

“Smelling?”

“I’m creating a memory,” Caelum whispered only for the two of them, the books their witnesses.

Hange lightly tapped the boy’s nose with their finger. “So what do I smell like?”

“Years from now, I’ll always remember the person who taught me how to read and write short stories, acting them out before my eyes and making me see the beauty of the world. I’ll always remember this person and how they smell like,” he paused to inhale the older person’s scent, “old books, lavender, and orange marmalade.”

Hange snickered. “I miss you!”

“Caelum?”

The two pulled away, looking at the doorway towards the hallway. Hange had a knowing smile on their face, nudging the gray-eyed boy encouragingly to the direction of the melodious voice. “The queen is here, little bean. Go greet her.”

That gesture flew by Caelum’s head as he took careful steps out of the library and to the living room with wide eyes. It was finally happening. The moment he was waiting for all his life. The moment his father across the oceans was waiting for all those years of being separated. Caelum could barely contain the magnitude of feelings circling his stomach, going up towards his chest in the best way possible. He was nervous at the thought that what if you wouldn’t like him. He was excited to finally get a glimpse of your face in real life rather than in pictures. He felt like flying at every step leading him to the hallway that presented the winding stairs. Caelum gulped down his saliva before taking one step nearer the stairs.

There you were, looking like a seraph descending from the heavens with your white flowy, long-sleeved chiffon dress reaching to your toes. Or a fairy gracing the presence of the mortals as you stood barefoot on top of the stairs with the most beautiful smile Caelum received in his lifetime. Your hair was styled in effortless waves that framed your oneiric visage, eyes gleaming from the windows and hand pressed against your heart. Simple pieces of jewelry decorated your neck and wrists, making it seem like you were royalty. He could see how your breath hitched the longer you stared at him, almost as if you remembered something that was supposed to be locked and forgotten. He hoped it was because of this father that you smiled in a bittersweet manner that took Caelum’s breath away.

One thing was certain in the little boy’s mind — the pictures his dad owned didn’t do you justice.

“Mother,” Caelum managed to breathe out.

He can see Hange and Oluo peeking from the living room, the latter being the one tending to the finishing touches made by the cook of the family, but Caelum didn’t mind them witnessing the reunion of two pieces of an incomplete puzzle.

“You’re back,” you gleefully stated, carefully running down the steps of the stairs to engulf your son in a much-awaited hug. You planted a kiss on the side of his head and shoulder, feeling the boy nuzzling more into your figure.

You noticed how much he’s grown the past eight weeks he was away. Even if this was an opportunity for him to make some friends aside from the ones residing in your home, you didn’t want the only piece of your ex-husband to be away that long, much less with seas separating the two of you. Hours before Oluo told you through the telephone that Caelum’s flight just landed, you were mindlessly touching your bare ring finger, the silver band enclosing around it long gone and stored in the confines of your drawer. The blank sketchbook on top of your lap is forgotten with the unfinished sketches of beautiful wedding gowns that your clients requested. If this were set in the times when you were still a university student, the pages of this sketchbook would be filled with defined jawlines, soft light-colored eyes, and a small smirk that you loved so dearly. That person’s face can now be seen on your son, the undercut making his Ackerman features more pronounced.

You pulled away, placing both of your hands on the sides of Caelum’s face. “And with an undercut. Who helped you with this haircut?”

Caelum was crying when he answered, “A boy I met at camp. Do you hate it?” His face was contorted into a grimace since he knew looking like his father would probably affect you.

“Hate it?” You searched his face, kissing his forehead. “No, I absolutely love it. You look so much like someone I know.” Your eyes caught something shiny in his ears. A delighted gasp came out of your lips as you ran a finger on the silver stud earrings decorating Caelum’s ears. “Well, are there any other surprises? Bellybutton rings? Tattoos?” You shared a laugh with Caelum, only for the boy to start crying again. You caressed his cheek, wiping away a tear trickling down. “Oh, darling, what is it? Are you feeling blue at seeing me again?”

Caelum shook his head. “I just missed you so much, Mummy. Don’t worry, these are happy tears.”

You cooed, pulling the little boy in your arms again, patting his back soothingly. “I know.” You can feel him nuzzle his face on your neck, rubbing his back to help him calm down. “This summer has been too long without you, my little prince.” Your eyes met with Hange’s at the entrance of the living room and smiled when you saw them wiping away a stray tear.

“You have no idea, Mum.”

You pulled away from your son, cupping his face delicately on your palms. “Shall we have the feast that was waiting for our prince to come home? I’m sure you’re pretty famished from the flight.”

“Yes, little bean!” Hange exclaimed from the living room. “Oluo prepared the roasted beef especially for you. How about we murder that with our appetites?”

“Please don’t, Hange,” Oluo sighed at the animated person. “I don’t want to clean another mess in the dining table from you and the little prince’s small eating competition.”

“You spoilsport!”

Caelum laughed heartily. “I think that sounds amazing.”

Lunch was divine.

Caelum was hungry after that flight and all the pretending that he gobbled everything that he could place on his plate. It started with the mashed potatoes and gravy, something that he didn’t have for a long time. Then, he tasted the roasted beef Hange mentioned earlier and it took everything in him not to hum in satisfaction. He didn’t want his family to notice that he ate this dish in years when in fact, it was a certain someone’s favorite food. Hange continuously placed some more lunch on his plate that by the end of the meal, Caelum thought that there wasn’t any room in his stomach for dessert. You laughed at the boy’s remark and teased him that if he caught a glimpse of the sweet, he would think twice. And he did. The dessert that followed was a tall, clear glass of strawberry parfait that smelled heavenly for the onyx-haired boy. His father wasn’t too fond of sweets, which meant that whatever his old man was eating, he will entertain it, too. Parfaits after a hearty meal were just the cherry on top of a sundae.

“So you’re saying that you gained a friend in that camp?” Hange asked through a mouthful of the parfait. For some reason, Caelum still understood them despite the unintelligible blabber coming out of their mouth. “And that he’s like your soulmate?”

Caelum nodded as you scolded Hange. You took the napkin on your lap and dabbed it in the corners of your best friend’s mouth, making them presentable and not the mad scientist that they were known for in the university that they worked at. “Hange, at least use the napkin provided by Oluo.”

“Why would I do that when I have you?” Hange cackled after swallowing the full strawberry they plopped in their mouth.

You threw a playful glare their way. “Say that one more time and I won’t hesitate to throw you out of the house.”

“Oh, but you won’t! You love me too much to do that, [Name]!”

You shook your head with a smile before facing your son again with sparkling eyes. “So how did you and your friend meet, little prince?”

“We had a fencing match one time at camp,” he started, vibrantly ready to relate the story.

“Ooh!” Hange interrupted as if they were guests in a quiz show on the telly. “I bet you kicked your friend’s ass at first! You always had a knack for fencing even before Mike taught you the basics.”

Caelum choked on a strawberry, incredulously staring at the brown-haired person. Was he that weak compared to the person he was trying to be at the moment? Judging from the grin of Hange and the proud gleam in your eyes; that would be the case. The little boy they knew took private classes in fencing with a talented family friend, with his life homeschooled (the teacher in any field other than sports being the exuberant scientist just sitting across from him). And there he was, learned fencing because of a show his father was watching. He recalled everything that was told to him back at camp before engaging in an engrossing conversation with the members of his family.

“Uhm, he did a pretty good job parrying my attacks and I have to say, I was impressed when he managed to corner me in the pavilion. To think we managed our way there from the fields.” He prevented the grimace from surfacing. “But I was the one who pushed him in the washing area. His words were too colorful for the whole camp to hear — they gasped.”

Hange’s chortles rang through the dining area. Even Oluo smiled while he poured you another glass of iced tea. Your look of surprise was then replaced with a laugh, joining Hange, though yours weren’t as loud as theirs. “Little bean, now I need to see that!” The brown-haired person spoke in between laughs.

“It is quite funny,” you admitted with a light chuckle. “But think about it, we’re laughing at a boy’s demise.”

“What can I say, Hange’s happiness is too shallow these days,” Oluo interjected from beside the said person, making them stop for a moment to pout at the butler’s statement.

“At least I didn’t always have a stick up my arse,” Hange huffed. “You’re always moody, Oluo. One would think you won’t have any chances in picking up a partner in the future.”

Oluo gasped, a hand placed on his chest.

“Okay, you two, leave the fighting for when Caelum’s not in the room,” you reminded them with a cool stare over the rim of your glass. “This is his day after all.” When you saw them resort to glares to not spoil the atmosphere, you nodded in satisfaction. Placing the glass of iced tea on the coaster beside your plate, you turned to your son who was holding back his amused laughs. “What happened after that—?” Then, your phone rang and everyone’s eyes fixed on the device sitting at your side of the table. With a sheepish mutter of apologies, you stood up and answered the call from your wedding gown studio. “Hello, [Name] [Last Name] speaking.”

“Ma’am [Name], thank God you answered immediately,” Armin, your secretary, practically shouted in relief. “There was a problem here and we would like to ask for your inquiry. I know Caelum just got home today but Historia’s gown has some minor complications.”

You hummed, taking a glance at your son laughing at something Hange said (probably another one of their experiments that they recently tested out), and fixed a smile on your face. Armin was a sweet soul who always had a talent for managing your wedding gown business — being the brains of the whole team. You were kind of lucky when he applied to be your secretary because the way he organized everything around the studio and the way he conversed with your clients was just sent from the heavens. “How bad is it? What exactly did Historia say?” Your client, Historia Reiss, was one of the kindest people you welcomed in your studio. You only hoped this wasn’t as bad as you conjured in your mind because there’s not a negative thing that came out of that young woman’s lips. 

“She said that the veil covers too much of her gown,” Armin sighed. There was a faint chatter in the background and you discerned Sasha’s voice asking if there was free lunch because Caelum came home. “Sasha, no, I won’t ask her that. Just buy something from the bakery down the road,” Armin exasperatedly answered his colleague’s question, his voice too far away from his phone. “Hello, Ma’am, I’m sorry, Sasha asked me something.”

You laughed. “No, it’s alright, Armin. Good to know that you’re all lively there. How about this, I’ll be right over the studio in about ten minutes to fix the issue with Historia’s veil and bring you some packed food. Is that alright with you?”

“Fuck, yes!” Came from the other line, followed by a “Sasha, she can hear you, mind your language! Ah, yes, Ma’am! We will be waiting for your arrival. Have a safe trip going here!” 

“Always, Armin,” you replied, the call cutting off. You turned around and faced your little family with a bright smile. “Sorry, I bet that was a loud call.”

“Was that from the studio, Miss [Name]?” Oluo voiced out the collective question of the people at the dining table.

You nodded, taking a seat beside your son again. “They have some small problems with my current client’s veil. Didn’t specify the problem because Sasha asked Armin if I should bring some food over to them. They must be hungry from all those clients coming over for a photo shoot.”

“Ah, I miss those little rascals,” Hange sighed, leaning back on the chair with a satisfied hum.

“They’re not little, Hange. Connie is practically taller than all of us here.”

“Ah, I miss those rascals.” Oluo snorted from behind Hange’s chair. The brown-haired person turned around to give the butler a playful, narrowed look. “I heard that.”

You chuckled at their little banter, eagerly facing your son. He rose an eyebrow at your hopeful face so you told him with an arm wrapped around his shoulder. “Hey, little prince, want to clear your afternoon schedule and come with me to the studio? Everybody there has been dying to see you after eight weeks.”

“Really?!” Caelum brightened at the invitation. Too much that Hange and Oluo stopped their bickering to stare at the boy with surprised faces. Of course, their little prince always held an excitement whenever you invite him to your studio but this time, it seemed like he was too eager as if he never stepped foot in your safe haven of tulles and silks. Upon realizing the mistake, Caelum let out a nervous laugh, scratching his undercut sheepishly. “Uhm, because I miss them, too. Being away from home for eight weeks is taking a toll on me. Makes me forget the little things here.” He didn’t meet any pair of eyes around the dining room, hoping that they wouldn’t pay too much mind in his little slip-up.

It was always your son’s enthusiasm that made you cherish him his whole life. He was rather closed-off with strangers, making his first meeting with the people in the studio rocky. Seeing him express such joy at the prospect of meeting Armin, Sasha, and Connie again sent a smile on your face. You pinched his cheek endearingly, kissing the crown of his head right after. “I understand, sweetheart. Whenever I go overseas for a client, I would forget what home feels like, too. Well, then,” you turned to the two people smiling at your interaction with Caelum, “will you two hold the fort while we go visit the bridal shop?”

Hange flashed a huge grin that made you wary for a second, two thumbs-up for the dining room to see. “Don’t worry, [Name]! You know I’m more than capable of keeping this place squeaky clean and free of malignant atmosphere.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Oluo murmured.

“Again, I heard that, Oluo!”

“So we’re just going to forget how you nearly set the kitchen on fire because you wanted to try baking? Or that time where the house looked like a pigsty because you stayed inside your lab for who knows how long while we’re away for Miss [Name]’s client in Greece? Or—“

Hange waved their hands around. “Okay, okay! You don’t have to remind me of those, Oluo!” They all but whined. 

“We don’t have to worry about those anymore because Oluo is here to make sure nothing of that sort happens again,” you told them, standing up from your seat and offering a hand to Caelum. “And, Oluo, can you pack some food fit for five people? I bet Sasha didn’t eat her lunch yet.” The little boy took your waiting palm with a warm smile, returning it with a grin of your own. “I’ll head first to my room to pick up my sandals and handbag, then we’ll be good to go.”

Caelum followed you out of the house after changing into a baby blue suit. He didn’t have any of this clothing in his closet back home, fidgeting with the collar of his undershirt that was buttoned up because he couldn’t breathe properly. The two of you were inside the family car, the chauffeur following your instructions of heading straight to the studio when you noticed how he kept fiddling with the top buttons of his white button-down. Reaching a gentle hand on his neck, you unbuttoned the too-tight undershirt, chuckling in disbelief. “You always unbutton the top button of your button-down whenever you wear your suits. What made you change your mind today?”

The gray-eyed boy froze for a second before laughing at his mistake. “I just forgot, I guess? I’m so excited to be in the studio that it completely flew from my mind.”

You hummed, putting this aside as you looked out the bustling city passing by. You felt a small hand subtly clutching your own, making you turn to Caelum who was also staring into the buildings outside their vehicle. You smiled, squeezing his hand tightly to let him know you’re always there for him. You didn’t miss the small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. The steady playlist emanating from the radio made you relax until you reached the white establishment that carried all your hard work.

“Have a good day in the studio, Miss [Name],” the chauffeur bid you goodbye.

“Thank you so much, Marcus,” you replied, going out of the car with Caelum in tow.

The studio was breathtaking just like your house. Caelum had to prevent the look of awe sprawled on his visage. The building was pristine white with a huge window showcasing the many gowns you designed through the years, some of them were made after the original dress was sold to remember the people who you made happy on their wedding day. There was a glowing chandelier visible through the glass and a huge space between hanger racks of white gowns. Caelum took the front of the studio in with a proud smile until his eyes stopped on the gold, cursive letters on the building and the glass windows. There was only one person in his mind who fits the letters L.A. and he was across the sea with his twin. Caelum glanced at you, a spark of hope flaring in his chest at the sight of your loving smile directed at the letters.

The plan will be sailing perfectly in no time.

“You know who would look really beautiful in that gown?” Caelum looked up to you with a wide smile. “Like breathtakingly beautiful?”

“Who?”

“You.”

You stared at Caelum incredulously. Did Hange say anything? Knowing your best friend, if a secret is shared with them, they wouldn’t hesitate to spread the good news. Despite that, they were still the most lovable person you know in your lifetime. You ruffled your son’s hair affectionately. “Did Hange say something? I was hoping I would be the one to tell you the news.” The look of confusion on Caelum’s face made you smile. “You know, eight weeks has been a long time, and,” you trailed off, staring into the initials on your studio, “I think it’s time for us to have changes in our family. Let’s go inside, yeah?”

What you didn’t notice when entering the studio was a pale, horrified Caelum following you.

Surely this isn’t what he was assuming at the moment. But the image of the bouquet of white roses sitting daintily in the living room back home was plaguing his mind. That flirty card he accidentally read. He couldn’t help but say,

“Fucking hell.”

You glanced at your son with raised eyebrows. “Did you say anything, sweetheart?”

An innocent smile replaced the scowl on Caelum’s face. “Nothing, Mum.”

There was some clamoring in the next room that attracted your attention. You squeezed Caelum’s shoulders before entering the main studio that housed the people you grew to care about. Connie was manning the camera and lighting, Sasha trying her best to help Historia with adjusting her veil, and Armin pacing in the middle of the room with a hand on his chin. Historia’s fiancé, Ymir, was standing at the side clad in a white suit, worried for her lover’s situation. At the sound of your laugh, the blonde man looked up and instantly brightened, almost as if you were a goddess relieving them from their hardships, which is exactly why you’re there.

“Ma’am [Name]!” Armin exclaimed with brilliant sapphires directed at you. “I’m so happy you’re finally here!” He turned his head to the side to catch the attention of his coworkers. “Guys, she’s here!”

“Yey!” Sasha cheered.

“Miss [Name],” Historia breathed. “You’re finally here.”

“Don’t you worry, Historia,” you reassured, walking towards the small group of people. “Can you tell me what the problem is? Oh, and Sasha, there’s some food for all of you in Caelum’s bag.”

Caelum lifted the lunch bag in the air, jumping back when the brown-haired girl dashed in his direction with stretched arms. He let out a yelp when he felt a bone-crushing hug from the woman. She reminded him of Hange when he arrived home earlier. Caelum shakily laughed at the grip and swaying of Sasha. He could tell she was a lovable person and when she pulled away from him, a large grin mirrored his. “Hello, Sasha,” he greeted.

“Caelum, little prince!” she squealed. “Aw, you’re still so cute as ever. And you got an undercut!” She gasped. “It looks so good on you, champ.”

“Thank you.”

“So the veil is covering the backside of the gown,” you noted as Historia wore the train of fabric. Caelum and Sasha looked on to where you were standing, hair now tied in a high ponytail, locks curling against the back of your neck. “But if the veil isn’t there to accentuate the dress, it feels bare. Historia, love, can you try turning sideways with your chin up?” Historia followed your instructions, revealing the back of the dress where flowers were sewed on top of a see-through fabric covering the blonde’s back. You hummed, “Darling, is it alright if we change the veil?”

Caelum stared at you, eyes shining as you started to wear the façade of being the known designer in Europe. It clogged up his throat that he finally saw you like this. Years and years of talking to the stars and asking them if they can align your fates together to meet you for the first time were all worth it. Caelum bets that if it’s nighttime at the moment, the little dots making up the cosmos would shine even more, and they would rain their lights down on you. Because you were so beautiful that Caelum felt like crying. His mother is finally at his reach. He truly loved his dad but a motherly lullaby will be the one completing his dream. His dad would be over the moon seeing you this way, with your flowy dress and genuine smile, Caelum hoped that it was enough to make Levi fall in love again.

“Your mum is amazing, right?” Sasha knowingly told him. The boy was out of his trance, facing the woman who was munching on a piece of chocolate chip cookies. “Every time you would visit the studio, you always have that look on your face while watching your mum. It’s like, to you, Ma’am [Name] holds the entire universe in her hands. And I agree.” The brown-haired girl smiled, looking at you picking out some tulle in the nearby rack, Armin helping you decide. “You know that feeling where a person feels so far away yet they’re there in front of you? That describes what Ma’am [Name] is like to us. She sometimes got this faraway look that it’s hard to bring her back to us.”

Caelum pursed his lips. “I think she’s just missing someone.”

“Oh?” Sasha was surprised to hear that, especially since you have someone at the moment. “Do you know that person?”

The onyx-haired boy looked up at Sasha with a sad smile. “It’s a person across the ocean, longing for her, too.” He looked down at the carpeted floor. “It would take years for them to meet again but I know this time, something will kindle again.”

“That’s the person behind the name of this bridal shop, isn’t it?”

Caelum nodded. “I hear he’s an amazing man.”

“I think so, too.”

“Caelum, sweetheart,” you called out. “What do you think?” You gestured to Historia, intricately woven hair decorated with the veil you made at the last minute. It was a shoulder-length veil of a single-layered tulle, the top bunched up to imitate a band holding the fabric together. There were pinpricks of small gems in the veil, making it lovelier than before.

“It looks amazing, Mum,” the boy whispered, the response a signal enough for you to continue the photoshoot. There was movement in the corner of his eyes and Caelum found himself looking at an awestruck Ymir, eyes solely focused on her fiancé. Did his dad ever look at you like that when you were still together? Will he still look at you like that after years of separation? 

“Can you check these shots, Ma’am [Name]?” Connie asked, showing you his camera screen. 

“That’s beautiful. I love how Historia shows the gown like that. Historia, love, can you do those turns again? And smile the widest, think of this as your wedding day and Ymir is standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for you. There we go! Did you get that, Connie?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Darling, are you still here?”

An unfamiliar voice came from the entrance. Sasha groaned in distaste, making Caelum curious as to who would barge in the studio without an appointment. It seems like it wasn’t only Sasha who expressed their dislike to the person, Armin had a wince on his face and Connie rolled his eyes inconspicuously because you were by his side. Caelum turned to the sound of the voice and a tall man clad in a three-piece suit greeted his eyes. The man’s face was contorted in a smug, cocky expression that screamed he was above everyone else. The gray-eyed boy heard Sasha mutter, “Arsehole,” under her breath. He furrowed his brows in confusion and irritation as the man sauntered inside the studio, making his way to you. His jaw fell to the ground when the unknown man wrapped his arms around your waist. 

Caelum missed the way your form tense under the embrace of the man.

“Lucas, I’m working,” you told him in a flat tone, the earlier atmosphere dissipating at the arrival of this Lucas person. “I told you through the phone that I’m unavailable today. Why are you here?”

“Aw,” Lucas cooed, planting a kiss on the side of your neck. “I just miss my bride-to-be. Is that too much? I went into your house and asked that boisterous scientist friend of yours. Hannah? Is that her name?”

“Their name is Hange and don’t refer to them with a specific pronoun or call them boisterous,” you reminded him in a tired voice. “You know the reason, right?”

“Of course, silly me,” he laughed. “I texted and called you too many times this afternoon. Why aren’t you answering?”

“I had my phone on silent because I’m working.”

“Why have a phone if you don’t even use it?”

“Why come here if we don’t want to see your face?” Sasha murmured, hiding it behind a bite of a cookie.

“Who’s that?” Caelum asked no one in particular, his incredulous face showing a multitude of emotions.

“That man is Lucas Williams,” Armin answered since Sasha was too busy grumbling and eating at the same time. The blonde gave the boy a sympathetic smile. “Maybe your mum didn’t tell you this yet but that man over there, clinging like a koala to her, is her fiancé. We were actually surprised one day at the start of summer when your mum entered the shop with him following her like a clueless child. I heard from Ma’am [Name] that Lucas was the man your grandparents wanted her to marry when she was young. I think they set her up with him the moment you went away for summer camp.”

“No,” Caelum breathed, repeating it like a mantra. 

“The little shite is here?” Lucas asked, looking around the room until his eyes met with dull gray irises. “There’s my future son. How was camp, Your Highness?” That nickname immediately settled a bad taste in Caelum’s mouth. It was too mocking for his liking. “It’s boring, right? Your mum insisted to let it happen because you were deprived of social interaction your whole life. Oh, stop looking at me like you’re ready to murder me. That’s so cute.”

The boy’s eyes transferred from the annoying man to your worried ones. His glare softened into a pleading pair of eyes, wordlessly asking you if what Armin said was true. You could only look away with a hurt expression and a hand over your arm, answering all the questions in his mind. No, this can’t be. If you’re to be married, what was going to happen to the plan? He was sure that you still love his dad, that you long for him, but why did you accept this proposal? What’s more distasteful was that this man had no care in his surroundings, being too loud that even Historia retreated to where Ymir was. 

If looks could kill, This Lucas person would have been too deep in the ground for it to be called a grave.

And the more Caelum glared at him, the more he noticed things that are amiss — just like that faint imprint of pink lipstick on his neck, just below his ear. His eyes widened in realization, analyzing the way Lucas looked at you.

It wasn’t like the way Levi would look at your pictures.

There wasn’t any lingering affection and adoration in Lucas’s eyes.

Caelum will do anything to cut off Lucas from your life. A new plan will be set in motion, he hoped the other boy in California will accept the changes Caelum will be making.

The next morning when breakfast wafted through every part of the first floor of the [Last Name] residence, his phone rang with a very mysterious caller name, ‘Weatherby’. He excused himself from the dining table and locked himself in his room, leaving behind the questioning pairs of eyes following his running form. Sitting on the plush mattress of his bed, Caelum leaned forward until both elbows settled on top of his knees. 

A posh voice that he was trying to imitate rang through the other line of the call, “It’s me. We have a major problem here. A pest made herself known. What’s your situation over there?”

Altair took a deep breath, losing the British accent. “Please don’t freak out, Cae, but,” there was a pause, “Mom’s getting married.”

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Ghost Of You 2/2

Pairing: Ghost! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke, Reggie and Alex have to assimilate their loss. For Luke of his girlfriend, and for the others of their best friend after suddenly learning that she didn’t have the future they imagined, and instead died 23 years ago.

Thank you to @cookiebuba for being the head of the entire idea and trusting me with it, and to Emy for almost holding my hand to force me to write🤣💜

PART 1 HERE

“It can’t be.”

“Luke, I-”

"No, Julie. You are not telling me that the woman of my life, the purest person who has ever stepped on this world, not only lost her partner and her best friends, but was only able to live her life for two more years and then ended in a horrible accident. It's as if life wanted to torture her before taking her too.”

“Love of ?... Zeppelin shirt you wore when you ran away. Of course.”

“I- It can’t be true, please tell me it’s not true, Julie.”

“Luke... she loved you so much.”

He falls on the floor. The impact is strong, as if his legs have stopped working.

"I know." He whispers slowly, his gaze empty as multiple tears fall from his eyes.

The rest of the gang threw themselves to the ground around him and hugged him with all their might, trying to unite his broken pieces without any success. Alex and Reggie each crying silently over the loss of their sweet friend.

“What day did she pass away? Alex whispers.

"Let me search, one moment." Julie gets up quickly and checks on her laptop to find a little note about the singer's death.

"The rising singer Y/N Y/L who had just released the biggest hit of her career passed away this afternoon in a terrible car accident after leaving the cemetery where her late boyfriend, Luke Patterson, was buried. Y/L was there in commemoration of the 2 years of the loss of the aspiring musician, who died from a sudden tragic intoxication along with the rest of his band. Something to rescue from this tragedy is that at least she's already reunited with her eternal love. May both rest in peace.”

“This can’t be. My Y/N can’t be gone. Not her, not like that.” Luke is still in denial, unable to believe that his little girl suffered such a terrible ending.

“Maybe she’s not. There's still a chance that she's also a ghost.”

“Yeah, Julie’s right. We need to look out for her, we can't write her off without trying to find her first.” Reggie's eyes sparkle with hope, rushing to cover Alex's mouth in case he says anything other than motivating.

Luke takes his flannel and disappears immediately. Both Reggie and Alex stare sadly at Julie who simply whispers a "go, he needs you." They nod and teleport to their friend.

As expected, Luke is in front of the window of an old music store. He met his girlfriend here so many years ago, the day his parents agreed to buy him his first guitar.

The store had a small section where customers could try out some instruments and she was playing the guitar they had there and singing for the small audience. It seemed like it was something she did often because both the workers and certain customers seemed familiar with the girl.

Luke was captivated by her from the first moment. The energy and passion that radiated from her in every move was unreal. He had never seen anyone happier, much less singing with a borrowed guitar from a small downtown store.

The store is completely abandoned, so without saying anything he comes in and walks towards the small stage.

The ghosts of two 12-year-old kids singing together into the microphone invades his memory. If they only knew.

"Do you remember what was the first thing she said to you?" Reggie and Alex sit next to him on the floor, looking straight at the very small stage. They both try to imagine what their friends must have looked like singing here together the first time. Luke totally invading little Y/N's presentation trying to captivate her with his 0% music experience and 100% of enthusiasm.

Luke laughs through tears. "You have the voice of a country singer."

Alex starts crying when he imagines her. He met her just a few weeks later so he knows exactly how she must have looked and sound.

Reggie smiles while shedding a tear, remembering all those afternoons Y/N convinced Luke to join them in their country sessions. He knows that's why Luke hasn't wanted to know anything about country or his songs since they got back. They remind him of his sweet girl.

“I was so offended. I still didn't know anything about music but I had already decided that I would be a rocker. If I hadn't already been so dazzled by her I would have left without looking back.”

“And what did you answer to defend your honor?”

"You think so?" The three of them start laughing while still crying. A heartbreaking mix of pain comes from their chests.

“C’mon guys, next stop.”

The three of them were teletransporting around the city during the day without any success. Luke's desperation increasing for every place the songwriter wasn't.

At night the three decide to go back to the studio. Luke is heartbroken, bloated after crying all day, eyes red and sore, and whatever it was that was driving him to continue, off.

His friends couldn't do much for him either because each was living the loss in their own way, concentrating on living their own pain until they could process it.

Julie wraps them in blankets on the couch and tries to fill them with love, making sure to hug Luke tightly, who seems about to fall apart.

“Does anyone want to talk about her? Maybe it could make you feel better.”

“She was my entire soul, the words and melody in each of my songs. I just, I love her more than anything in this world. I would give anything for her. My guitar, my voice, my songs, whatever it took for us to be together. I know it doesn't seem like it at this point, but we belong together.”

“We know you do, man.”

“I didn't tell you but I dream about her almost every night since we got back. It is always the same dream. She is in bed, leaving my side intact. She's wearing one of my shirts and hugging my favorite one while sobbing. She falls asleep listening to the ballad I wrote for her soaked in tears and no matter how hard I try to wake her up, I can't get her to see or hear me. I can’t get her. After a few minutes she gets up still asleep and begins to dance as we did so many times, but alone. Then she stops and starts crying again inconsolably. And that's when I wake up."

"I'm so sorry, Luke. She deserved so much more." Reggie walks over to hug him, his head resting on his arm while he sobs.

“We couldn't even say goodbye to her.” Alex cries, his eyes completely red.

“We already know that she visited your graves, perhaps we could do the same, dedicate a few words to her.” Julie offers in an attempt to help them find some peace.

Luke looks devastated, but he nods his head as tears continue to fall from his face, the ring that his girlfriend gave him going in and out of his finger. Alex hugs Julie while she strokes his hair in an effort to calm him down and Reggie runs up to get a notebook and pencil to start planning what to say to his best friend tomorrow.

The three of them hang around all night, crying, writing, hugging, remembering the spark of Sunset Curve. In the morning before going to visit her, they realize is exactly the 25th anniversary of that tragic night that changed the lives of the four forever. Luke nearly punches a hole in the wall upon hearing the sad coincidence.

Her grave is right next to Luke's, who has never been here before and can't help but feel a bit anxious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start.” Reggie tells the guitarist as he takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips.

"Hello, princess. Long time, huh? I'm Reggie, by the way. In case you don't recognize me from the slight change in my hair. I am trying a little more gel, I want something more elegant and classic. What do you think? Yes, I also thought you would like it.” Julie and Alex smile at hearing him talk to her as natural as possible.

“I tried very hard to think of what to say, because if there is anyone who deserves my best words, it is you. And three things came to mind that I want to share with you.

First, the color yellow.

Yellow like the guitar you were saving for two years to buy. You did everything. You were a babysitter, you walked dogs, you worked in the school library, you sang with your old acoustic guitar in every cafe, basically everything that will let you win some money.

And the day before you could finally go buy it, my dad broke my bass in a moment of anger in one of his typical fights with mom that got really out of hand. At least he didn’t hurt her, huh? But when you're a kid you don't even think about the possibility that something like that could happen, you just focus on the broken instrument in your hand. I ran out and ended up on the stairs of your house with my face soaked and one of the broken pieces in my hand.

You hugged me and promised that everything would be fine. That I was always going to have you four and that we would always be family. You assured me that good things happen to good people. And I believed you, you know? You were always right. But now that I'm here, that I know you didn't have the happy ending you deserved, I'm honestly not so sure anymore.”

Luke and Alex start crying again, each hugging Reggie from one side. Reg tries with all his might to continue through the tears, while Julie looks at them with a broken heart.

“The next day when I came back from school a new bass was on my bed. You talked to Mom so she could take the credit for the gift, but coincidentally was exactly the bass that I fell in love with a year earlier when we went to check if your beloved yellow guitar hadn't dropped in price. Luke revealed to me a few months later that you had to borrow money from your mom in order to complete the exact money for that one.

How generous do you have to be in order to do something like that? how noble? How loving? How selfless? You were always more than I deserved. I was supposed to be like an older brother for you, but it was always you who took care of me. I have Julie and Carlos, and I'm trying to be with them as you were with me. I had the best step sister in the world to teach me, and I hope I can do you justice.” Julie starts crying too after hearing his words, and resists the urge to going to hug him because she knows that they need their space to let go all the suffering that they carry.

“Second, my leather jacket.

When we started the band we made a 100% commitment to being rockstars. And a very important part is the look. You accompanied me on a walk around the city looking for the right outfit to literally go sing to the people who were lining up in front of the clubs.

Anyone could have left me alone on that for multiple reasons, not even these two wanted to face the trouble. But you followed me without thinking twice.

The afternoon was over and we still haven't found anything. Our feet couldn't take it anymore and we had 10 minutes to run to the club. But we stopped by a little store that had a black leather jacket in the window and you said, Reg, this is it.

You excitedly took me by the hand and when I tried it on, the rest was history.

Then I tried to get the whole band to use them but these two boys without fashion sense didn’t want to. You, on the other hand, supported me and wore your leather jacket during all the Sunset Curve performances we had, convincing me that they were our good luck charms and that if we both used them everything would be amazing. Oh god, I miss you so much.

And third, a star.

I thought you were a star when I heard you sing for the first time.

I thought you were a star when you and Luke managed to write the whole Sunset Curve album in 2 months.

I thought you were a star when you bought me my bass, when you made Alex feel better after one of his strongest attacks, when you filled Luke with love and support when he needed it the most.

And I believe it now that I know you are gone.

If you are in heaven, you have to be a star. And not just a star, the brightest star of all. I promise to look for your light every night to wish you sweet dreams. I will also sing you some country since you were the only one who appreciated my incredible sound, I hope it makes you smile.”

“That was beautiful, Reggie. I’m sure she loved it.” Julie finally reaches out to hug him as Alex prepares to be next.

“Hey. I don’t even know where to start.

I- I guess I should start saying I could never pay you all the times you were there to pick me up when I needed someone the most. I went back to dancing a little again. It's not the same without you, but somehow it makes me feel you close. I also met someone, oh Y/N, he’s so special, I'm sure you would have loved him and I would have loved the opportunity to introduce him to you. You were always there.

You were there to support me when I decided to learn drums to cope with my anxiety. You sang the song I was practicing over and over to keep me company and reassure me that what I was doing sounded good.

You were there to support me when I told you I like to dance. We spent hours choreographing different iconic songs and just laughing and enjoying creating more memories together.

Not shocking at this point but you were also there for me when I confessed to my parents I’m gay and you gave me strength all those times that I wanted to fall because they no longer saw me the same way.

You were always my safe place. And I regret with all my heart that I couldn’t be yours.”

Alex breaks down. She kept them on their feet during her darkest days and they paid her off by causing her the most horrible pain imaginable. Julie and Reggie surround her in their arms while sobbing. The last one of the band standing moves closer to the grave and drops to his knees.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so fucking sorry.” Luke tries to be strong, but tears start falling like waterfalls from his eyes, his face red in a mixture of despair, sadness and anger.

“I will never forgive myself for leaving you alone. Baby, I've been without you for only 1 month and I’m going crazy, even with the boys and Julie by my side. I don't even want to imagine what you must have been through those two years. My soul is shattered just thinking about it.

At first when we returned I imagined you were happy after having fulfilled all our plans with someone else. And I thought nothing could hurt me more than that, but obviously I was wrong. Because although it hurt me that I couldn’t be the one who was with you, thinking that you had been happy gave me the peace to be able to continue. Now that I know that life took away your opportunity, the only thing I feel is anger.

Anger towards me, anger towards destiny. Anger at not being able to be together even after death. Since we discovered where you are, I have only been able to think of cross over and finally be with you again.

Or at least go back to the night before everything turned into a nightmare. Fall asleep with you in my arms one more time.

I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss, as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“Hello again, my love.

I can't believe 25 years have passed. First of all, I want you to know that I'm okay. Or well, the equivalent for ghosts that are destined to haunt the earth alone for all eternity. I made a friend for several years, Rose. I told you about her, remember? I know you guys would have been good friends, she was a ridiculously talented musician. Since she died I no longer had the strength to go back to the studio, but for a long time I enjoyed her company in one of my favorite places. She promised to tell you that I'm waiting for you. I will wait whatever time is necessary, okay? I love you so much, baby.

You three are always on my mind, and I think I can finally accept that the pain is just never going to go away. But lately something super strange has happened to me, let me tell you.

Throughout these years, in the darkest days, I see you. But, they were always memories.

A month ago, I started to see you having other kinds of experiences and I honestly don't know how to feel about it. Am I going that crazy? I selfishly hoped that you too were ghosts for so many years. I looked for you 5, 10, 15, 20 years. And just as I decide to give up, my head imagines you all over the city.

The first time I saw you singing Reggie's jam on the beach. You guys looked so happy, love. It filled my heart with peace for a few seconds, knowing that somewhere up there you are enjoying life singing together all day.

Then I saw my beloved Alex with a cute boy. My heart melted, I can’t even explain how much I wanted to run to hug him and gossip about it.

Baby, he looked so peaceful. I always wanted that for Alex. I didn't know whether to be happy or cry because that didn’t actually happen, so I did both.

The penultimate time was a few nights ago when I was walking in front of the Orpheum and I heard your voices. How wicked my mind is, right? A knife to the heart would hurt less.

And now, I can't even get close to your grave because I'm imagining you all again.”

Y/N doesn't know what to do, if she gets close enough will they disappear? What If they don’t? Will she bear to see them up close? She has been dancing with their ghosts in her dreams for so many years, but It’s not the same as doing it when she is fully awake.

She is about to run out of there in fear when the silhouette of a fourth person catches her attention. She doesn't know why, but it immediately reminds her of Rose. Could it be that she is imagining her friend too?

Curiosity is stronger than fear, like all those times when she got into trouble with her boys. She walks carefully towards her grave which is next to her beloved Luke.

“I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“I don't freaking snore, I told you a million times already... and now I'm talking with my imagination, great.”

The band turns in shock towards the fifth voice. That's when she can see the girl's face and realize who she is.

“Julie? But, how?”

“Y/N?” Alex whispers on the verge of passing out.

She starts to panic, just before the boys can do something about it, a new person appears behind her.

“Hey, you took a long time." She turns around and jumps into the arms of who has become her only friend in recent years.

“Phoenix, thank god.” Her body continues to shake but she clings tightly to her friend while crying uncontrollably.

To say the ghosts are confused would be an understatement. And apart from that, the guitarist is having many conflicts with the jealousy that he is feeling at the moment. They haven't seen each other in 25 years and when they finally do, she runs into someone else's arms and clings to him like her life depends on it.

What does that mean for them? Is it too late?

“Beautiful, what's wrong? Who are they? Oh, wait. You guys were at the club a few weeks ago, you're friends with Willie, right?”

Luke feels like dying all over again hearing him call her that. She continues to shake but finally lets go.

“What? You can see them?”

“Shouldn’t I?” He looks at her skeptical and shifts his eyes from her to the ghosts.

“I- Oh my god. I'm going to pass out.“

“Baby, look at me.” Luke’s voice is a mix between a plea and a demand. The terror of knowing that perhaps he has already lost her without having had the opportunity to fight for her clouds his judgment and tears begin to fall from his face again.

25 years. 25 years fighting not to forget his voice. 25 years having him only in dreams, in memories, in melodies. 25 years waiting for him. 25 years on her own.

She turns slowly to meet those honey-green eyes she craved for so long to see, a painful smile from Luke makes her smile through tears.

She carefully lifts her right hand and gently draws it to his cheek, almost exploding at the feel of it.

“You came back. Oh my, It’s really you.” She jumps to the guitarist, entwining her legs at his hips, her arms tangled with all her strength around him, her head buried in his neck inhaling his scent. Tears coming out as if to drown her, all the pain and suffering that she faced all these years finally leaving her body.

Luke wraps her tightly in his arms, still unable to process what’s happening.

Alex and Reggie begin to smile without fully assimilating what is happening, while Julie begins to jump of joy.

“Babygirl, I'm sorry to ruin the moment but I have to rush to the club. Will you be okay here?"

“She's always safe with me." The guitarist growls, and Y/N starts laughing when she hears it.

"The jealous, protective baby in the beanie is right, don't worry Nix. I’ll go and find you later."

Phoenix nods with a smile and disappears. Julie begins to scold Luke while Reggie and Alex approach to touch the cheek of their best friend, still in the arms of the guitarist who does not seem to have any intention of letting go.

“We should go home to catch up. Reggie and I will accompany Julie, it seems that you two should speak alone first." Luke doesn't think twice and disappears with her in his arms.

“Good things happen to good people.” Reggie whispers as he hugs his friends and they start walking home.

Luke and Y/N reappear in the studio and they are both shocked for a few seconds. The girl trembles again in fear of dreaming.

“Hey, come here baby. Shh, I’m here, I promise.”

“Don’t leave me ever again, please.” He can see that it is very difficult for her to understand that is really happening, and to think that she lived without him not 2 but 25 years makes him want to cry again.

“I won’t. I promise, beautiful. Never again.” Luke wraps her in his arms, but she lifts her head from his chest to push her lips against his. The kiss is urgent, but they both instantly recognize each other and fit in perfectly. Luke picks her up again and gently lays her down on the couch, both desperate to feel the other, to recognize every inch.

“I missed you so much baby, I love you more than anything.” Luke whispers between kisses, not willing to have her an inch away from him.

“I love you my love. I love you, I love you, I love you.” She says while kissing the love of her life, happy for the first time in 25 years.

Before things get to escalate, the rest of the band shows up in the studio followed by Julie who clearly walks through the door.

"Let go of her man, it's our turn!" Y/N gets up quickly from the sofa while her boyfriend complains and she throws herself at both of them who pick her up as best they can and spin her in the air.

They put her down and Julie and her stare each other, both raise their arms and meet in a quick but sweet hug.

“You said my name back there, how?” The question that she has stuck since she met her finally coming to light.

“I met your mom many years ago when I came to visit the studio and realized that she could see me. We were friends for many years and I had the opportunity to see you grow up, but I always made sure to be upstairs when you came in in case you could see me too.”

“Well, now I understand how Carlos felt when he found out that we lived with ghosts. And It sounds like mom watches over us both from heaven.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she does.” Both girls smile and hug each other once more.

“I can't believe I endured 25 years without having those beautiful arms around me.” She whispers as they both lie on the couch, Luke has her completely cornered in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby. It breaks my heart that you have suffered that much for so many years.”

“It was not your fault. You lost as much as I did that night. Besides, I always knew that you would find me sooner or later. We belong together.”

“We do. I, I k-know we have way more to talk about but, who was the dude from the cementery?”

The insecurity in his voice is evident and Y/N can't help but smile. His emotions are complex, real, and nothing can make her happier than that.

“I’ll tell you all about my friend later, okay? For now... dance with me? I want to dance with the real deal.” He smiles and they both stand up, hugging each other as they slowly move through the studio as they did many times before life separated them.

The Luke in her arms is her Luke, the same one she has been waiting for so many years, finally back in her arms. And just as she thought when she lived, she will dance with his ghost for all eternity.

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