#then proceeded to be shocked that this activity could ever bring such consequences

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Good night, tennisblr, I fell asleep during wrestling and had mice dreams. I must return to the mouse dreams. Yeah Pegula yeah American tennis! Goodnight!

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Prompt 14: Part

Today was the day. Esredes took longer to get out of his bed than usual. It was the last day he would sleep in it for the foreseeable future, and he wanted to take a moment to let himself sink down into the mattress, as if to silently thank it for all these years of its service. When he finally did get up, he got to work quickly. He picked up the two large messenger bags he had- to think these alone would be able to hold every material possession he owned. There really wasn’t that much to pack up- his clothes and duplicates of his sword took up the most room. Beyond that, it was mostly his little book collection and journal. Packing only took twenty minutes, including pauses. And then that was it. All these years of this tiny little room, behind him with one large decision. So often had he longed for something less depressing than this little space, but when it came down to leaving it behind…. oh, he really didn’t want to. But he forced himself out the open space, down the hall, and out onto the familiar path of the mountain. He trekked through the entirety of the camp slowly and leisurely, spending extended moments inside most of the spaces and absorbing the memories, all the good and the bad flowing through him like water in an icy river. Once this was done, he made his way back to the center of camp, gazing out at the vast view beyond the mountain. He almost couldn’t bring himself to leave… “Esredes,” came a voice from behind, causing him to turn around and come face to face with the same man who had talked to him when the war officially ended and he felt lost. “Why are you standing there with two very heavy looking bags on each shoulder?" “I’m leaving today.” He told the man. “I’ve finally made up my mind. I’m going back to Ishgard.” The man seemed a little shocked at this. “I know you’ve been spending the majority of most days in Ishgard for a couple weeks now, but I didn’t think you would make up your mind this quickly.” “Yeah, me neither. But I’ve been busy each day trying to arrange things, talk to people, test if I can really walk on the street without a problem, experiencing the place for what it is now and for what I remembered. So far, somehow, no problems. And I’ve searched nearly every part of the city. No wanted posters. They must have complied with my request to take them all down.” “Glad they’re doing the bare minimum after pardoning you.” “Right.” He responded. “But after all of that arranging and water testing… Look, I know I shouldn’t. But I thought about it, a lot. And… I don’t think a better option exists. The thing is, the new government asked me to help them out quietly for payment. Enough payment that I might be able to slowly rebuild from nothing. And while I could just become a mercenary or sellsword and wander to avoid Ishgard, I honestly don’t really want to. Last time I pretended to be a sellsword obviously didn’t go well, and that could be dredged back up. It won’t be something that really makes me feel alive. And any other kind of work is a fat chance. I don’t exactly have any credentials besides a stripped military title and being a rebellion commander for years upon end.” He let out a sigh. “The Far East is even worse. A fresh start in a land where I have nothing but my form and my sword to help me. And then there’s staying here… the most peaceful of all the options, but I would get restless. Part of me would love to stay, but I know I will feel unfulfilled doing nothing but hunting to survive and hearing the updates on Ishgard from the sidelines, forever just doomed to live in the wilderness as a nothing separated from civilization. …It’s a weird feeling.” He said. “I know Ishgard isn’t trying to get me to come back because they want me back. I know it’s just a move on their part so that I don’t do something dangerous with the information I have on them. But even just pretending that they think I deserve to be a legal person again is surreal.” “What if it is all a trap?” “If it’s a trap I am not ready for, that is that.” He said. “At this point, I don’t think it makes a difference if I die out here or in there. At least in there, there’s a chance there will be consequences for it.” He shrugged. “Like said, I know it’s not ideal. But we lost. There is no ideal option left for us. So I’ve resolved to play the game they ask of me, for now. They know they’re playing with fire, let’s see if they get burned or not, hm?” He offered the man a small smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t go into this without the ample number of shields and safeguards, and I will spend each day getting more. I can’t have them get the jump on me without making it a challenge.” “Well, if you’re saying this now… something really must have sparked you.” The man remarked. “You were so lost on that day before you got the announcement. Now you seem almost confident. Honestly, I am glad for you. I know I can’t change your mind, and I trust you to be careful and cautious. So if you’re truly prepared to go back… I expect you’re going to make the most of it.” Esredes smiled back. “Your confidence in me is appreciated.” Though it was not but a few moments later when another person emerged. And another, and another. Soon he was surrounded by people who asked first if the rumor was true, and then all took turns wishing him well in Ishgard. “If anyone tries to give you shit, tell me and I’ll move right next door to you, all right?” One person teased. “Please be well. We’re all counting on you, Esredes. You’ll make everyone proud.” “Try to enjoy what’s still there to enjoy. You deserve it after all that’s happened.” Esredes’ eyes almost welled up with tears. He had not been prepared for all this sentiment. “I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you, everyone. I promise I will visit frequently. I’m not truly disappearing on all of you.”

Once he finally took off, it was a lone wyvern in the sky carrying his bags with much more ease. The ride to near the gates of Ishgard felt like the loneliest one he ever took.

It wasn’t too late to turn back and remain in the sanctuary… but he pressed on and kept going until he arrived. Until he walked once more through the gates of Ishgard and across the bridge, an action he had repeated just enough times by now not to be afraid anymore.

Twenty minutes later, he was pushing his way into that empty house that was now legally his, as of a few days ago, thanks to a lot of borrowed money from noble allies. His own key and everything… Gods, it had been so long since he had a proper door like this. Locking the door behind him gave him a weird sense of glee.

As he set the bags down, he looked about the mostly empty room. All it had were the cabinets and kitchen appliances built into the wall. Empty, but it was an upgrade from his camp room. So much more space to work with, even though it reminded him nothing of his former manor. Now it would be up to him to figure out how to fill the rest of the space… gods, when was the last time he had to think about furniture? It was years ago when he moved the desk and wall rack into his camp room. That was it. He had never had to actually plan furnishing an entire space- even one as small as this- ever before. It was almost overwhelming him already… He unpacked as much as he could, and not soon after as he contemplated where to purchase a sleeping bag was there a knock on the door. Esredes opened the door and a smile came to his face observing the one behind it. It was an ally of his who had managed to remain within the walls all this time. “I heard someone was moving in,” they said. “Do you need help unpacking?” “I just finished what I could on my own. It wasn’t exactly a complex job. Don’t worry about helping with that.” “Wonderful, that means you’re free now. This is a cause for celebration, Esredes.” They said. “Come with me. I have plans. I’m going to give you a good welcome back to Ishgard night. We’re going out to experience the best this city has to offer, and it’s all on me.” “Isn’t being seen out with me going to incriminate you as a heretical accomplice…?” “They can’t do anything about it now. You now have an erased record, so my record of helping you is also erased. Trust me, don’t worry about that, Esredes. I never thought a day like this might happen, and I’m going to make the most of it.” And make the most of it they did. Esredes was promptly dragged out to all sorts of places; teahouses, a restaurant for both his lunch and his dinner, quiet scenic spaces to sit by the fountain at nighttime, and practically the entire length of the Crozier. By the time it was late at night and he was back at his new home- thankfully having managed to obtain the sleeping mat he needed earlier- he was exhausted from all the activity. Ah, what a change of pace from being barely able to walk over the bridge. What a change of pace from having to lock himself in a room to recompose himself after Aymeric had told him he was free to live in Ishgard again. Esredes proceeded upstairs and rolled the futon out, changing into his sleepwear and settling in without another moment’s hesitation. Yet even despite his exhaustion, it took him a while to fall asleep. The silence of the unfamiliar, empty space was incredibly loud, and his heart pounded with anticipation of something happening. It took a while of listening to for him to drown it all out, and focus on falling asleep. Welcome home, he told himself soon before the abyss finally took him.

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Knowledge (Dad!Tony x Reader + Loki x Reader) Pt. 4

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She said, ‘Never forget me’.......as if the coast could forget the ocean, or the lung forget the breath, or the earth could forget the sun. ~ Beau Taplin // A Reminder

She was the last person Tony had ever suspected of being a thief. It had been two years since he had spoken with her and heard her voice.

Y/N had left the country on what was supposed to be a business trip. It was not until she was completely out of the country, that the authorities discovered what she had done.

The American government had tasked SHIELD with the mission of finding her and bringing her back. Tony had been reluctant at first, not wanting believe that his little girl was responsible for the theft of classified documents from the National Archives. When he had learnt however, who these documents concerned, he had all the proof he needed.

For two years he and his team mates had chased her across Europe. She had evaded them at every turn, outsmarting them at every opportunity. Even Nat and Clint had a hard time keeping track of her. Y/N’s extensive knowledge of information retrieval made it hard for the Avengers to prevent her from gaining access to the various institutions that had become her targets.

London was the last place they had seen her. Their British contact had seen her, her Y/F/C hair making it easy for anyone to spot and pinpoint her. Nat had tailed her but she soon gave them the slip and disappeared, taking the stolen information with her.

Fury had ordered Tony to stay behind, believing him to be too emotionally involved. He had waited with baited breath as Nat’s steady reports came in over her com. Then came the words that Tony and Fury had been dreading. “I’ve lost her.”

She had gone dark, off the grid. Y/N had made it near impossible for them to track her. Since her disappearance from London, the Avengers had received no further reports of her location. It was not until a pattern was discovered by a SHIELD analyst that they were able to predict where she would go next.

Siberia.

The information and artifacts she had stolen all spoke of a legendary stone with ability to allow its bearer to travel to different worlds. While some argued that they should lie in wait for her, others believed that if she could not find the stone, then she would eventually give up and return to America of her own will.

Tony, who had no desire to arrest his own daughter, voted on the second option.

~ ~ ~

“Sometimes memories are the worst forms of torture.”

If he was surprised that Thor had come to visit him, Loki showed no outward sign. Standing up, he smiled nastily at his brother. “How kind of you to come. Are the realms at peace now that the mighty Thor has vanquished their enemies?”

Thor moved closer until only the barrier of the cell stood between them. “I spoke with Mother,” he continued, ignoring the jibe.

“Did you just.”

“She is worried about you.”

Picking up a nearby book, Loki pretended to read it. “She is? How very touching.”

“You know she is,” Thor spoke, his tone gentle. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at his hands before lifting his gaze to meet his brother’s. “I did not just come to speak of our mother, but also to offer my condolences.”

Loki did not answer right away. When he did, his voice was dangerously calm. “I would thank you if I knew why you offered them.”

“Do not play games with me, brother.” Thor could clearly see that something had shifted in his brother, despite the facade he had constructed.

Loki turned away from the older Prince. He clenched his hands into tight fists in order to to maintain his control over his emotions. “I have no need for such useless sentiments.”

“I do wonder,” Thor spoke after a few moments of silence. “How it is possible for you to remain so calm, even after the worst experience has befallen you?”

“What other choice do I have?” Loki challenged, turning to face him.

“The woman you love is dead,” Thor hated himself for the brief flicker of pain that flittered over his brother’s features. “And here you are, calm and collected as though nothing of importance has happened.”

“What do you suggest I do?”

Thor ground his teeth in frustration. Why was he acting so damn unaffected ?

“Lashing out in anger would hardly aid my cause,” Loki pointed out. “She was a mortal, Thor. It was only a matter of time.”

“Would you listen to yourself!” Thor could hardly believe what he was hearing. “If she meant so little to you, as you claim she did-”

“Do not presume to put words into my mouth,” Loki snapped, cutting him off. His upper lip curled in the first show of emotion Thor had witnessed since his arrival. “Do not presume to offer me comfort when you know nothing of the pain.”

Thor said nothing. What could he possibly say? His brother was right, words of comfort would have no effect on him, they were useless.

~ ~ ~

“This is not how I pictured my first trip to the Swiss Alps.”

“Really?” Nikolas shot his cousin a sideways glance, “I am truly shocked.”

“Ha ha,” Y/N unbuckled her safety harness and stood to walk to the back of the helicopter where she proceeded to strap a parachute to her body. “Very funny.”

“I still think the plane would have been better,” her cousin spoke from the cockpit.

“You know,” Y/N replied, moving back to the front and sitting back down. “If you keep saying that, I might just pull you out with me.”

“Then we would crash and boom, there goes the element of surprise.”

Y/N smirked, “boom indeed.”

“Honestly,” Nikolas rolled his eyes and attempted to glare at her. His expression softened, “are you sure you’re up for this ? I know you never liked heights much.”

Y/N took a deep breath and smiled at him. “My fears are of little consequence. I made a promise and what kind of person would I be if I broke it ?”

“This isn’t just about the promise though is it?”

Looking down at her hands, Y/N shook her head.

“You really love him then?”

Meeting her cousin’s blue gaze, she took a shuddering breath and nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, then,” Nikolas nudged her shoulder. “Lets hope everything goes smoothly.”

“Yeah,” she whispered and fixed her eyes straight ahead, “I hope so too.”

Silence hung between them for the remainder of the flight. It wasn’t until the distinct shapes of the mountains came into view, that Y/N stood up and moved to door of the aircraft.

“We’re almost at the drop zone,” Nikolas reported and glanced over his shoulder. “You ready?”

Y/N made to reply when a fit of coughing racked her entire frame.

“Y/N?” Nickolas made to come to her when she waved him away.

“I’m alright,” she wheezed out and held a hand to her chest where a stabbing pain bloomed. “Just the nerves I suppose.”

Despite remaining unconvinced, Nikolas nodded. “If you’re all set?”

Y/N nodded and slid a pair of goggles over her eyes. Sliding the door open, she took a series of deep breaths to try and calm herself. “Here goes,” she murmured to herself and all but fell out of the aircraft.

The rush of the cold mountain air helped to distract Y/N from paying too much attention to the fact that she was falling rather rapidly towards the ground. Only when she pulled the parachute did she relax.

Landing somewhat smoothly in a clearing, she untangled herself from the parachute and activated her earpiece. “Nikolas? Can you hear me?”

“Still alive I see?” Came her cousin’s relieved tone.

“Alive and kicking,” Y/N replied, smirking. “I told you this would work.”

“Hang on,” he protested, “you haven’t even gone in yet.”

“Such faith, dear cousin,” Y/N shot back, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You remember where to go I assume?”

“Please, I’ve been in this business longer than you.”

“Whatever you say,” she replied, “I’m going in.” Looking around, she began the short climb to the walls of SHIELD’s European base of Operations.

~ ~ ~

Not entirely convinced that his daughter would simply give up, Tony had elected to stay at the base in case she got it into her head to try and steal the stone.

If the past two years had taught him anything, it was that Y/N was not to be underestimated in the lengths she would go to.

Standing in front of the case that housed the stone, Tony sighed heavily, never would he have pictured his life to turn out this way. His precious daughter as a fugitive and thief was something the still sounded alien and wrong.

It was a beautiful stone to be sure, that much he would acknowledge. It was as though someone had trapped a sunset inside it. Under no circumstances could he let her get her hands on it.

~ ~ ~

Y/N was more than a bit suspicious of how easy it had been to get in. Not stopping to think why, she slipped into one of the numerous hallways and walked as silently as she could, relying heavily on her memory of the base’s layout.

The stone, if it was there, would be housed in the most secure part of the building.

Making doubly sure to avoid the cameras that decorated the walls, Y/N crept through the building like a shadow.

The sound of approaching footsteps had Y/N press herself against the wall and stop breathing, even though the stabbing pain in her chest continued to increase.

“What do you think Tony’ll do if she comes?” Natasha asked, rounding the corner. Y/N’s eyes widened, her father was here?!

“I hope he doesn’t hesitate, whatever he decides to do,” Clint replied.

Y/N waited until the two agents were completely out of sight before letting out the breath she’d been holding. She berated herself for not having prepared for this eventuality. She perked up however, if her father was here, that meant the stone was too.

With renewed energy, she headed in the direction the two agents had come from. She hoped and prayed that she wouldn’t encounter her father, she had no idea how he would react. She was a criminal after all.

It wasn’t long until a heavily guarded door came into view. Swearing under her breath, Y/N ducked into a nearby alcove, hoping that the guards hadn’t seen her.

Running her hands down her legs, she pulled out a pair of throwing knives. Nikolas had insisted that she at least go minimally armed, in case anything should happen.

Praying that her aim should prove accurate, Y/N spun out of the alcove and threw the blades. They sliced through the air and hit their mark.

Trying not to focus on the fact that she had just taken two lives, Y/N hesitantly approached one and nudged him with her foot. When no response came, she sighed with morbid relief.

Retrieving her knives, she quickly wiped them clean on her pants before approaching the door. Not wasting any time, she pulled out the device Nikolas had given her and placed it on the door. Numbers flickered across the screen until a combination was reached.

Looking over her shoulder, Y/N scanned the hallway before pushing the door open and stepping through.

~ ~ ~

Hearing the door open and then close, Tony turned around. The person that stood before him was both the first and last person he wanted to see.

“Y/N?”

Her e/c eyes didn’t seem to register his presence. They were locked onto the case behind him. “Finally,” she murmured and stepped around him.

Y/N knew full well that her father was there. She also knew that she had precious little time. The stone gleamed before her. It’s warm golden glow reflected on her features. Reaching out, her fingers brushed the cool glass.

“I can’t let you take that.”

Y/N briefly closed her eyes before turning to face him. “That’s too bad. I made a promise and I have every intention of keeping it.”

“A promise to a criminal is one that you have no obligation to keep.”

Y/N stared at her father. “How can you say such a thing? A promise is a promise, regardless to who it is made.”

“He is dangerous, Y/N. You above everyone would know this.”

Y/N nodded. “You’re right, I do know and I love him despite it.”

“I can’t let you do this,” Tony continued as she moved closer to the case.

Turning away from him, Y/N faced the glass and clenched her right hand into a fist before slamming it through the case. The glass sliced at her knuckles but she didn’t care. Her slender fingers curled around the stone and drew it to her. “You thought to steal my chance at happiness. You and those people you call friends.” Turning to face him, she continued, “I will make each and everyone of you pay for that.”

The moment she had smashed the glass, alarms had sounded. Panic coursed through her but she refused to show it. “You made me lose my love once, now you will lose yours a thousand times over.” Her voice was dangerously calm.

Shocked into silence, Tony stared at her. What had happened to his sweet girl? His Y/N? What being had possessed her?

Taking advantage of his stunned state, she sprinted from the room. Clutching the stone to her chest, Y/N ran.

The sound of the alarms seemed to follow her. The hallways all looked the same as she struggled to remember the way out. The heavy sound of running feet soon reached her ears and her panic increased. Touching her earpiece, Y/N activated it and tried to keep her voice calm as she addressed her cousin. “Nikolas? Nikolas? You there?”

“That was quick,” his surprised voice filtered through the com. “Was it there? The stone ?”

“Yes,” she answered quickly as her pursuers gained ground. “I have it with me. I need you to get me out. Now.”

“Something happened didn’t it?”

Y/N sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before answering. “My father was there and I may have said some horrible things to him.”

“Well, did you?”

She bit her lip before answering and looked over her shoulder. “I kind of threatened him.”

“You WHAT?”

“I wasn’t thinking, alright!” She protested and ducked around the next corner when she heard them getting closer. “We can talk about this in greater detail later, but right now, I need you to get me out.”

She heard him sigh heavily before replying. “Alright, as we planned.”

“Agreed.” Taking one more breath despite the pain in her chest and hand, Y/N ran as fast and as quietly as she could.

Finally the route began to look familiar, this alone helped to spur her on. Skidding to a halt just before an emergency exit, she pushed the door open with her good hand and was greeted with a rush of cold mountain air.

“Y/N.”

Freezing at the sound of her name, she slowly turned around and faced her father, who in turn was flanked by Agents Barton and Romanoff.

“Dad,” she acknowledged and unconsciously held the stone closer.

“Give us the stone,” Clint stepped forward and held out a hand.

Curling her upper lip, Y/N shook her head. “I would sooner cut off my right hand than give this to you.”

“Come now,” Tony stepped in. “There is no need for that. Y/N, sweetie, please. I know the promise you made, we were all there.”

“Then let me keep it,” she pleaded, “let me be happy.”

“He will not make you happy,” Natasha tried to reason with her.

Y/N turned her attention to the young Russian. “Who are you to say such a thing? How do you know that ? Hmmm? Who are you to say who and who won’t make me happy?” She then turned to other two. “Who are any of you to determine that? You all hate him! Especially you,” she pointed a bloody finger at Clint.

She opened her mouth to continue when her cousin’s voice sounded in her ear. “Whenever you’re ready, cuz.”

Sure enough, the cold rush of wind that accompanied the arrival of a helicopter blew the few stray strands of Y/F/C hair loose of the braid she had put it in. Turning around, Y/N saw the craft only a short distance away. Her cousin was beckoning her.

Not even sparing a glance for those behind her, Y/N ran and leapt on board, one of Barton’s arrows skimming the air just below her leg. Slamming the door shut, she climbed into the cockpit beside her cousin.

Nikolas’s keen eyes soon landed on her injured hand that still clutched the stone. “What on earth happened to your hand?”

“Later,” was all she managed to gasp out. Her chest heaving with the effort to breathe normally.

“Brilliant,” she heard Nikolas mutter in a worried tone, one hand resting gently on her heated forehead.

To be continued...

Part 5

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His Love Can Heal

This is a one shot I wrote a LOOONG time ago, probably after the Sherlock special but I never posted it. Dedicating to @writingwife-83  who not only practically chided me for not posting this but also hugely helped with some much needed tweaking on her own. All the awards to you, my friend. WE MADE IT! lol Would love if you folks consider it for nominating for SAMFAs if you’re at all moved. Thanks. Enjoy!

Molly settled the bundle of papers at the table, grasping the edges firmly when a severe head rush took over her. She took a seat nearby as she slowly proceeded to put her coat on. The staff room was very cozy and warm but she was still feeling cold. Luckily, today she was feeling better than last week and she was visiting the university despite the protests of her colleagues.

She had thought it to be a regular illness. The weather was, of course, changing and slight coughing was nothing to worry about, despite the fact that it was increasingly becoming regular. It wasn’t till that one late night hour when she was going through Margie’s assignment when she had an abnormally persistent coughing fit and soon after that a faint pang inside her stomach started bubbling.

“Miss Hooper, what you are suffering from is a type of cancer that runs within your family,” her doctor had said to her. “The tumor isn’t spread over a wide area but that doesn’t mean there are no complications. There’s still hope for you. Many people don’t even come to know about cancer till it’s in its final stage. You are very lucky that we came to know about it so early.”

It felt as if someone had pulled the ground beneath her feet. But slowly, as the days went by, she had made peace with the fact that she’s going to die the same death as her father, sooner or later. Molly was at peace with that. It was a severe blow, yes. But it wasn’t as hard for her to endure as the one she had received nine years ago. Living a life in which there wasn’t a man named Sherlock Holmes was a pain she was unhappily living with for past nine years.

“I’m much better now,” she would kindly repeat to all who asked. But she knew that did not convince them. And why wouldn’t they care? Molly was one of the best Pathology professors the university had. She was an experienced and expert doctor and she had gained a brilliant reputation within the first few months of her job. She had been associated with the university for years now and everyone was convinced that the woman not only has the brain of a scientist but also the heart of a saint. It was, therefore, a shock for everyone who knew Professor Molly Hooper. The news of her illness had spread like a forest fire among students, and of course to her confidant.

“How many times..?” He paced in front of her, hands on his hips. “How many times do I have to ask you? Hm?”

“Oh for God’s sake, Mycroft!” she was protesting for what seemed like a hundredth time. “I.am.fine.”

He huffed at her stubbornness, watching her sink deep under the blanket.

“That’s enough, Molly Hooper!” Mycroft’s eyes flared with irritation. She looked away. "I had done everything you asked for, had I not? I stood with your every decision. I lied, I deceived for you Molly. I faked your marriage for you. Look at me.”

He sat in front of her and turned her head to make her face him. “I’ve loved you, Molly. Do you realize how painful this is for me?” He glanced at her with the vulnerability that was only reserved for Molly.  “I’ve lied to Sherlock, to everyone. Because that was what you wished but this… this is different. You can’t fight this illness alone. Are you even listening to me?”

He begged her once more, hoping that maybe this time she’d change her mind. May be this time his visit wouldn’t prove as fruitless as the last three. “Come back, Molly. Please, come back with me.”

She stared at him, tears forming inside her now slightly wrinkled eyes. He dropped his head with frustration when she opened her mouth to speak.

“I can’t.” A tear slide down her cheek. “Y..you know that I c…can’t.”

Mycroft sighed helplessly. Sadness crept over his features when he peered into the eyes of the troubled woman in front of him. The one he loved as his own sister. Silently he flung his arms around her shoulder in helpless defeat.

“After all this time, Mycroft…” She was sobbing over his shoulder like she once did nine years ago.

“I’m sorry, Molly but I see no other way but to break my promise and let him know the truth.” Mycroft finally said when he stepped out of Molly’s grasp.

“Professor Hooper?” A man poked his head inside the staff room after an hour later.

“Yes?” she asked without looking up from her work.

“Dr Gallus has asked for you in his office.”

“No."

"What do you mean, no?”

“My answer is no, Mycroft. After all these years… that was the whole point of keeping away from…” Sherlock’s voice trailed off. “Look, all I know is that she’s happy with her life. She’s oka -.”

“ She’s not OKAY.”

The cab was accelerating swiftly along the road. Everything around him was quite and calm. But the same could not be said about Sherlock. He was absent mindedly staring out the window, into the chilly winter night while Mycroft’s words were still buzzed inside his head.

“Only you can bring her back, Sherlock. She wouldn’t say no to you, I’m sure of it. She needs it, now more than ever.”

Sherlock had returned from a long and tiresome case abroad and was surprised to see Mycroft already waiting for him at his flat. For the past few years, such cases had become frequent for the consulting detective. And for some strange reasons, he hadn’t refused the British government every time a situation was raised that needed his expertise. Instead, he always welcomed every chance that could get him away from London for a brief time. In the struggle to continue the facade that his life was the same without her, the man had worn himself out over the years. The slight grey of his curls were the proof of it.

“She needs you.”

“Stop the cab,” he demanded suddenly. Without saying another word, Sherlock paid the cabbie and exited the cab. He was only a few blocks away from 221B, and he wanted to walk alone. His mind was racing when he walked down the footpath.

What had he not done to stop himself from remembering her? Really what had he not tried? Most days he’d worked sixteen to eighteen hours to keep his mind busy with his work. Not one day had he slept more than three to four hours. The constant activity had given him a bit of normalcy in those first few years. But when that too seemed to fail, he started taking cases aboard. All this was simply because he didn’t want to ruin the chance of what he thought was her happiness.

He had indeed tried everything except for one. He didn’t go to meet Molly. Nine years ago, when she had made a decision to move on, he had respected it. He had given her the best chance to be happy, but it was not with him and he simply accepted that fact when he let her walked away. Not a soul knew about the green velvet box clenched inside his hand when he stood in Bart’s lab with hands buried in his coat when she announced her decision to him. Not a soul knew when he slowly slipped away from wedding, he now know was fake, before its completion. Except for the woman who he thought was then someone else’s.

Sherlock yanked his scarf away and tossed his coat aside as soon as he had entered his flat. Everything played in front of his eyes, every second of it. He let his mind be deceived by the illusion of her as he dropped himself tirelessly in his chair. It had been years but he remembered it all too well.

He knew that was a mistake, a terrible mistake. He shouldn’t have kissed her like that. Shouldn’t have swept her off her feet like that but somehow that was what he felt craving for the moment they brought him back from the four minute exile. There was desperation and yearning in the act. He had known how she had felt for him. And yet, he had consumed her lips with his like this was the only thing he wished to do in all their years of association. Unintentionally so, but his secret revealed.

“ I’ll always want you, Sherlock,” he remembered how she had whispered in his ear when his lips left a trail of intense kisses down her neck.

This was when everything went wrong. That look in her eyes…it hadn’t let him sleep for nine years. That look…

The hurt building inside her eyes when he immediately stepped away from her as if she were a sickness without a cure.

If only he had known that he had stepped away from their only chance to be together…oh how he wished he had known. He had been afraid of his sentiment. Typical!

And then, she moved on. And why wouldn’t she, he had been telling himself all these years. What choice had he given her? He had never given her anything to hope for. He wasted the time when he could go to her for an explanation. In those five weeks after that incident, he had an eternity really. But then, he kept pushing his sentiments away, and pushing her away. Pushing away the truth that he simply had to finally allow himself to act on those long repressed emotions and release the passion that was so often bubbling beneath the surface between them. Was it truly a surprise to him when she voiced the message his intimate expression had conveyed? Was she truly the one to blame?

Regret! Regret is like lava, it eats you from inside and no amount of time can completely pacify its burns. That, Sherlock Holmes, had learned when his consequences had finally separated him from his best part nine years ago. The part that used to humanize him; and it was called Molly Hooper.

And now, after nine long years, he was being given a second chance.

Molly softly knocked at the door before pushing it open. She could hear Dr Gallus, the Dean, conversing with someone.

“Ah, there she is. Professor Hooper!” he said enthusiastically. “We were starting to wonder you didn’t get the message, didn’t we Mycroft?”

“Indeed.” Mycroft rose from his seat and spun to face Molly, who seemed to be in one of her moods. “I just happened to be here for some official business and Charles told me about you.”

Yeah, right. Molly huffed. She nodded but said nothing.

“Well, I won’t take anymore of your time, Charles. We should be moving.”

Dr Gallus nodded to his friend with a smile. “Of course, Mycroft. No pressure about the work, Professor,” he added to Molly. “You can return whenever you are feeling well. We can always transfer you to London if you wish a permanent position there. No problem at all,” he assured Molly who frowned and then it clicked.

“Mycroft! What do you think you are doing?” Molly whispered angrily to the man standing closely to her. “I thought we had already agreed to the point th-”

Molly froze like a statue. Words died at her lips. Something caught her breath inside her body when her eyes shifted to what was behind where Mycroft stood, and she realized for the first time that there was a fourth presence in the room. It was a sight that sucked the life out of her lungs or maybe pulled the life back inside her body, she wasn’t sure. Time, it seemed, had flown back to her in that very moment. Memories. Had it really been so many years since she saw him last?

If it wasn’t for the shock of gray at his temple and a peppering of the same color throughout the curls she would not have believed the fact that it really had been years. She saw him swallowing thickly when he slowly rose from his place and walked towards them so very slowly.

She looked up at Mycroft with shock, who simply nodded and whispered. “I had to tell him, Molly. You needed it.” She stared at him, unable to control the tears that formed inside her eyes.

“Come,” was all Sherlock’s twisted lips uttered and Molly was shocked by her own feet when they moved forward, as if she hardly had any choice in the matter.

The journey back to London was a quiet one. Sherlock didn’t speak a word during the entire ride. It was Mycroft who briefed Molly about her temporary accommodation. She looked almost afraid when he informed her that she’d be spending the night at Baker street. Afraid of her own sentiments and of…Sherlock’s. Now that he knows everything… The cab stopped at Baker St and Mycroft helped Molly out. Sherlock purposefully lagged behind. He could hear a joyous cry of Mrs. Hudson erupting from the doorway no sooner the door opened and he couldn’t stop from smiling slowly.

Mycroft glanced at his watch before getting up with some difficulty. He was, after all, not as young as he used to be and the journey had in fact made him tired. And sitting in the chair that faced Sherlock, when he looked across at Molly he could deduce her weariness too.

“I should get going now, Molly,” he accounted, which made Molly’s heart race wildly.

“Forgive the lack of conformable arrangements. I’ll take care of it in the morning. Don’t you worry,” he whispered when approaching her, and kissed her forehead with brotherly affection that was only reserved for that woman.. “Or we can simply leave things be, if you would prefer.” He didn’t wait for her reply, and merely smiled down at her when he straightened up. “You look tired. Have some dinner and some rest,” he instructed. He then turned to his brother who wordlessly followed him downstairs. When they finally stepped out on the pavement, Mycroft slowly spun to address Sherlock.

“I’ll send for Anthea in the morning.”

“There’s no need for that. If you doubt that I’ve changed my mind then I can assure you that it’s not the case. Molly is staying here, Mycroft. At Baker street…with me.” The concealed pledge in Sherlock’s tone didn’t surprise his brother. “I would personally like to take care of all her. I would attend her medical needs and make sure she doesn’t tire herself or ignore her health situation.” He looked at him expectantly before slowly adding.

“That is, of course, if she wishes to stay here.” Mycroft stared at him, pursing his lips.

Finally, he puffed the air out as if released from a very long mental torment. Picking the sides had honestly worn him out over the years because he was losing either way.

“But is it what you want too, Sherlock?” He asked him like he had asked Molly nine years ago.

When Sherlock returned, he hastened to order them some take away from Molly’s old favorite Chinese place nearby. She tried to insist she wasn’t terribly hungry but he got her regular order anyway, arguing that she could always enjoy the leftovers the next day.

They sat together at his kitchen table, ate in mostly silence, and then Molly made the move to gather their plates to clear. Before she could get up though, Sherlock stopped her with a question that she’d been expecting since they left the university.

“Are you going to be ok?”

She exhaled slowly, letting go of the plates she’d been ready to move before meeting his gaze.

“For now it seems I will be,” she answered simply.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to read between the lines and deduce what ‘for now’ really meant.

"The treatment is gone well so far,” Molly continued. “I’m relatively young and the prognosis is pretty good. Of course I’ll basically never be rid of it- the chance of it being a problem again, I mean. Especially considering it’s hereditary. It could still be that eventually this will be what kills-“

“Don’t say that.”

His request was unapologetically firm, but also naturally a bit heartwarming for her to hear. Though, it gave her pause. Apparently the idea of her life being at risk was painful, even for him to think about. Her heart ached at the thought that he might suffer emotionally because of her illness. Things looked pretty good now, but...what if?

She picked up the plates and carried them to the sink, speaking with her back turned.

“I’ll um, eventually want my position back at the university,” she stated as evenly as possible. “So don’t worry, I won’t be back here in London forever.”

“That wasn’t worrying me,” he replied, and she could hear that he’d gotten up from his seat.

“Though of course, if that’s what you want, I won’t stop you from returning to your life there. Only when you’re well enough of course.”

Molly was pretty sure she could hear him quietly advancing toward the sink and she felt her heart beating a little faster as she tried not to think about why he’d be coming closer. She finished washing the two plates and set them aside with hands trembling a tiny bit now.

She was quietly washing her hands when a deep baritone voice rumbled intensely behind her. "Do you have any idea…how many days, weeks and months there are in nine years, Molly Hooper?"

There was a coolness in his voice now that set fire to her body. The way he softly uttered her name drove such uncontrollable thrill through her veins that was almost making her daze. Biting her lip, Molly screwed the tap off. He was standing behind her. So very closely that if she had tried turning, Molly would definitely bump into his chest. She didn't dare to turn, now feeling his soft low breaths against the back of her neck.

He was now waiting for a reply that she didn’t have. Holding the edges of the sink, Molly kept staring at the last drops of water that fell from the tap.

"Have you never, for once, thought about me? About Sherlock Holmes?"

His questions were getting difficult, too difficult for her to answer. Once again she remained silent.

"I've seen you everywhere in this flat...” he continued in that dreamy voice. “For so many times that now when you're finally here, finally in front of me, my mind refuses to believe it." He paused for a moment. Not knowing what else to do to stop the tremor of her hands, Molly gripped at the edges of the sink with a firmness that was turning her knuckles white.

"It’s as if I'm dreaming.” He whispered. “If I opened my eyes..." He stopped. Molly closed her tearful eyes. "Then everything would be here…everything except you. I feel… I feel that even If I would close my eyes again ...I wouldn't be able to return to this dream. You wouldn't be there anymore.” Molly couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, so she let them fall freely. “I'm afraid of touching you, Molly. I fear that if I... if I reach out, everything will disappear, dissolve...like a reflection in water."

He was standing so close to her that if he had bent just for a fraction of centimeter, his lips would surely kiss her hair but he didn't want to touch them…unsure and afraid that he might still be dreaming about this whole thing.

"Who are you, Molly Hooper? An illusion? My dream... or a reality? Should I tell you... should I tell you that… that I..." His voice trailed off as he tried to say those words.

He fell silent. The tears falling from Molly's eyes dripped down her chin as they damped her face. Oh how long she waited for him and to hear him say that? She did not know why he stopped. But she never before in her life had she felt silence so unwelcoming. He remained silent for long. For long enough that she was compelled to turn around and as she did so, Molly finally realized why he was silent. Sherlock's face too was also tear soaked, just like hers. His gaze locked with hers for the first time.

Standing so near, they were seeing each other for the first time in their lives. Really seeing. So near that they could see each other's reflection in each other’s eyes. Then Sherlock averted his gaze, stole his eyes from her. He lowered his head as to clean his face with his one hand.

"You and I, Sherlock…what could we hide from each other? Don't we know everything about each other already," Molly said in a low whisper, her voice a bit choked. Sherlock stopped his hand at this and lifted his head.

"I'm not hiding anything, Molly." He looked at her face intensely, as if trying hard to make himself believe that she was indeed there. "I'm clearing my eyes so that you’re no longer wrapped up in mist anymore."

He glanced down and looked at her hand. The fake ornament he had seen there years ago was now gone. "I've never thought I'd be standing so close to you again, talking to you...like this." He smiled slowly but with wet eyes. Molly stood there watching as the smile gave his cheekbones an adorable lift when he did so. His smiles had always caused this effect and this used to attract Molly in a strange way many years ago and she blushed at the thought that it still hadn't lost its charm. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that Molly's heart skipped a beat when he lightly brushed his finger around her now ring less finger.

"I never thought I'd be touching your hand like this and you..." He was now lightly lacing his fingers through hers but seemed hesitant from completely intervening them. His eyes left their hands and met her eyes again. "…and you wouldn't just slap me."

For a moment there Molly looked up at the dead serious detective in disbelief. There was no hint of smile on his face. The next moment she was laughing uncontrollably, her wet face turning red because of laughing. Sherlock looked confused. "You still remember those slaps? She managed to say between her laugh.

“It was just an angry knee jerk reaction, Sherlock."

Molly was now wiping her face with the back of her free hand. He chuckled once more. The cheekbones lifted again. Molly saw his shoulders relaxed after that and felt her own racing pulse slowly returning back to normal. A moment of humor considerably dissolved the tension in the air between them. Very slowly, he slid his fingers up through Molly's and their hands finally connected. A contented sign escaped Sherlock's lips as their palms meet. They stayed like that for a moment when Molly spoke again.

"Do you want to know where I've been all these years? What I've been doing? Anything about me?" Molly asked, now desperately wanting to give him something, sooth him somehow.

He shook his head while taking her both hands and settling them upon his chest.

"I don't want to. I don't need to know anything. It's enough for me that you're here in front of me. Here with me, Molly. What more do I need to know?"

Molly's hands were buried under Sherlock's on his chest. The water had chilled her hands. She knew why he was resting her hands on his chest. Unconsciously, he was trying to warm them. Standing there, with her hands on his chest she could feel his heart beneath his jacket. It was unsteady...fast...excited...saying something...trying to say something. That was when she realized she had indeed reached his heart, and there was no doubting it now.

This man loved her…why? There was no answer to that question. The man in front of her himself would be unable to tell her why he loved her. Nor did she even ask him that question. Sherlock's eyes were peacefully closed but she could no longer see...feel the hesitation in those eyes even if they were opened. His eyes not only held what they were missing nine years ago, but they had also lost what stood in the way of his and Molly’s happiness. Hesitation.

So very slowly, Molly withdraw her hands from his grasp. Sherlock immediately opened his eyes at this. She can recognize the emotion that appeared in his eyes in that split second. Worry…restlessness...fear... Something from the three, or the mixture of them all.

“Molly…” he said with a bit shaky voice.

Molly looked at his face for a moment and then her gaze travelled downward and she saw the turned down collar of his Belstaff. Without saying anything, she reached for the heavy fabric around his neck. Sherlock looked at her in confusion. Slowly she turned his collar up.

“There! I like my detective being all mysterious.” His eyes never left her face as she did this. Molly then circled her arms around his torso and rested her head at his chest as she closed her eyes, slowly inhaling his scent.

Sherlock froze at his spot, momentarily unable to process the flames that had begun burning anew inside him. But then slowly, he responded by gathering her into his arms. He leaned down and slowly kissed her closed eyes. "Welcome home." Molly heard him whisper as he dove down, and finally the desperate lips were reunited in a melodious harmony. When Sherlock lifted her up in his arms and carried her down the hallway, all while never breaking their kiss, Molly was convinced that this was about to become the best night of their existence.

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groundhog dave part 8 day whatever

It was almost like he could feel the dull ache of disappointment before he even opened his eyes. His arm wasn't broken. The radio blared that same inane chatter. The only thing that remained was his sudden surge of almost-longing for Jack and even that was in a kind of flux. He opened his eyes, slammed the snooze button on his radio, turned over in bed and internally combusted.

How could a day like that just go? How could he be that sure that he had done what he was meant to? He'd tried his best, and been so elated when he had floated off to sleep, that this morning seemed to be a stressful, surreal nightmare.

In mourning for the day he stared out the window, limbs suddenly too heavy to move, energy utterly depleted. The sick snap of his arm still echoed - he could almost feel it and yet not. The cast was gone. Jack's drawing gone. His date with Jack, his conversation with Andy, all those nice new memories. Eviscerated. He lay for hours, watching as the snow started to fall, until the whole of outside was a blur of white and it was just him in this hotel room.  

At around eight he heard a loud knocking on his door, and two voices shouting through for him. Jack and Crutchie were obviously concerned that he had missed the broadcast, but he couldn't bring himself to speak to them. Instead he texted Crutchie, a quick excuse about being sick, and listened as the two left him. 

He tried to remember the last half of yesterday, as much as it hurt. After signing his cast, Jack had said he would check in on him. Had he? Davey had fallen asleep early, around seven or eight, and he couldn't remember being stirred at all. He wondered if Jack had maybe sweet-talked his way into being let into Davey's room so he could check on him, adjust the pillows, make sure Davey hadn't fallen asleep on his arm or anything. He could almost see Jack, sitting on the side of the bed, distant worry on his face, keen to make sure Davey was okay, didn't need anything. 

Okay, maybe Davey was filling in the blanks a little too vividly. Jack probably didn't even come. 

He let the day pass, not hungry, not sleepy, just numb, opening up his laptop and letting whatever play, episode after episode. The guys knocked again in the evening, but he stayed silent, hoping they would assume he was asleep, or just didn't care to see them. If he tried hard to make things right and the day still got deleted, then why shouldn't he just not try?

A number of days passed. Davey couldn't tell you how many. He stayed in bed, woken by the alarm clock and the fucking Groundhog Day announcement, knowing that he could stay here and let the day happen around him, again, and again, and again. 

A few times he made it out, incentivised again by the lack of consequence. He’d go through the motions of the broadcast before stalking off, a shadow of the Davey who really thought he was on to something. He went back to Spot again and again, knowing that the only thing between him and a bit of reliable skin on skin contact was a few beers and a deep conversation (one he already knew the answers to.) Distantly he wondered if this was an attempt to try and quell this lust for Jack, as though that had come about strictly due to how long it had been since he'd connected with someone, rather than what he knew was the truth, that Jack was actually... a dream. 

But as he left the hotel, started lazily mixing up his activities, he started to notice more things happening around Punx. The puppy thing happened, the cake thing happened, and the ladder thing - but more. He could set his watch by it, by the old ladies' car breaking down by the graveyard, to the fight kicking off in the bar after one biker knocked over another's beer. Punx was surprisingly rich with moderately catastrophic events, but he had given up caring about whether or not he should fix them, particularly when Jack wasn't there to see.

His mind occasionally wandered to the question of how long he had been in this cycle. His birthday was mid-March, and he knew he had logically been through enough days that he'd now technically be a year older. But he wasn't. It was like his body had been put on pause, or even stopped, rewound at the end of each day, but meanwhile his memories from before the trip floated further and further away behind him. Even memories in Punx, the going downstairs in his underwear, eating all that food, sleeping with Spot for the first time - it was like they'd happened to a different person. Or in a different lifetime.

It became harder and harder, then, to attempt to leave his room, even for Spot, or to see Jack, or for the diner’s bomb pancakes. He started to face up to the idea that this was just his life now, February 2nd, and what that would mean, if it meant anything, and what would happen to him, his sanity, his personality, if he could never break free. At the same time it felt like there was no point in trying to figure out what was happening when the rules of this universe seemed so aggressively undecipherable, especially when he couldn't even ask for help. 

Couldn't even... ask for...

The thought occurred to him in an abstract way as he stared into the space in front of where his computer was playing The Office, or maybe it was Peep Show, or Broad City, they all kind of muddled. He hadn't tried to tell anyone. 

Because it was crazy. Duh. Because no-one would believe him. Because they would think he was weird?

Hadn't he already overcome that hurdle when he decided to walk downstairs in his underwear?

He could just... See. Maybe this kind of thing happened all the time. Maybe it had even happened to Jack before, another thing to bond them. And yeah, sure, maybe Jack would just give him a side-eyed glance and change the subject, but that could just be Davey's cue to hibernate again. 

He did the day afresh, a vibrant energy swelling up in his stomach as he watched the Groundhog Day proceedings and tried his best to remember the odd positive events that he had stumbled upon previously - the apology, the good attitude, the coffee run. Just in case. 

In the diner he could only handle a cup of coffee. He twisted the mug round and round in his hands as he tried to think of the words. They'd just spoken about family, and dates, coming out to each other all over again. He couldn't put it off.

'Jack, can I... share something with you?' 

He had tried to make sure their conversation in the diner went as similarly as possible to their one on that Really Good Day, the one with the broken arm, because he figured that Jack might take such a wild statement slightly more seriously coming from someone he actually knew a little, even if their relationship had only slightly improved from the car ride up. Admittedly this opening question sounded rather ominous, and like Davey was about to say something that utterly eclipsed their developing working relationship, but he had to start somewhere, almost tricking himself into having to say more. Jack eyed him, nervous.

'Sure.'

And Jesus, how had he managed to meet and talk to Jack in the past? How had he ever been able to snap at him, or act any way other than dreamy and infatuated? There had always been that vague knowledge in his head that Jack was objectively incredibly good looking, but it was one thing to distantly note that and quite another to be confronted with it after days of wonderful conversation and contemplation. His intense stare that was all at once brooding and caressing, or his broad chest and tanned, muscly arms, accentuated by how he rolled up his shirt sleeves like an asshole who didn't realise what he was doing to Davey. The way most of his words floated out through a sincere smile. Even what had been infuriating, like his relentless optimism - the more Davey tried to assess his attraction to Jack, the worse it got. 

But building something real took time, and Davey didn't have that. He could only see his future stretching in front of him as this day, over and over, which meant that he'd fall harder for Jack, but every day he would have to try anew to show Jack he wasn't an asshole. You couldn't ask someone to fall in love with you in a day, could you?

'Something really frightening is happening to me. And you're not going to believe it because I don't even believe it. But I need to try and tell someone about it.'

'What's going on?'

'I already know that it sounds crazy, so you don't need to point that out.'

'Dave.'

'And I don't know why it's happening to me and I don't know how to stop it.'

'Dave!'

'This day... Has happened to me over, and over, and over again.'

There was a moment of silence. Jack stared at him, thinking for a second, before sitting back in his seat.

'Very dramatic, Davey, wow. I thought you were going to say something shocking.'

'No, I mean literally. Really. I wake up, and it's February 2nd, 2017. I do the thing - the Groundhog thing, I come here, I whatever, and I go to sleep, and wake up on February 2nd again. I wouldn't believe me either, but you have to.'

'That's... Have you had a knock to the head?'

'No! God, this day! I've lived it about a hundred times, each one a little different, but still the exact same!'

'It sounds like you're - I'm not a doctor, but -'

'I've been to doctors. Therapists. Everything. Nothing, no-one - because yeah, I live through the day, and I wake up, and it's just me who's been here and done this, just me! It's not fair!' His tone was frantic and hushed, and he almost regretted bringing this up, but he had to try. Even if it didn't help, he had to try. He let out a quick sigh and glanced down at the table. 'I'm doing a terrible job at explaining it.'

'Is this a dream you've had?'

'Not a dream. Not a dream, I promise. Listen - come with me. I've been through this whole day, again and again, it's like I can see into the future, but it's the present.'

'I feel like you're playing a really weird prank on me, Davey.' 

'No. I'm not. Come on, I'm normal, I promise - I wouldn't be trying to convince you if I wasn't telling the truth. Come on.' He stood up and waited a long few seconds for Jack to follow. 'Will you humour me?' He swore he could physically feel Jack's stare on him. ‘Please?’

'Fine.'

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𝐵𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀 ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ’ꜱ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ by Jaylie Ibay

             I have always hated Mondays. Tons of school works waved at you. Stress, pressure and anxiety started to envelope your mind. Consecutive alarms bugged your sleep and made you irritated. You would be circulated with thoughts of tiredness and would even dare not to go to school anymore. But guess what? You would still, of course, as a student, you need to comply and persevere. You have your dreams. Nothing could ever hinder you from achieving them. That was your personal mantra for school. It was like you were in a battlefield where formidable gladiators have surrounded you as you stood in the middle and all you could do is either to beg for freedom or to stand up for yourself. “Beepp.. Beeeeeep.. Beeeeeeeepp…”                5:00 am. After all the annoying beeps of my mobile phone alarm, I was finally awake. “Argh, Monday nanaman pala” as I have thought. I got used to this kind of setting and situation to the point that nothing could surprise me anymore. Though, I won’t close doors for possibilities. Somehow, I was still hoping for a miracle, in other words, suspension – a class suspension. Afterall, the weather was threatening and harsh as thick, grey, rain-laden clouds obscured the warm morning sun. Times like that could be as enchanting as a perfect lullaby that would surely put anyone back to their sleep.               As much as I have wanted to still enjoy the comfort of my bed, the clock started to tick fast so I immediately went out of my room and began my morning routine. My mind kept on wandering and I couldn’t seem to concentrate. I had indecisive thoughts on whether to take a bath or not to, for instance. Still, I went on from doing proper hygiene to finishing off my breakfast and made my way to school. 6:20 am. “Oh crap, am I going to be stuck in this traffic?” I whispered as I have been bothered for almost 10 minutes now. Heavy traffic was evident while people looked problematic and haggard because it was already raining cats and dogs outside. Classes have not started, yet there I was, looking like a wet potato already.              As soon as I arrived on school, I decided to sit on one of the benches near the main gate and took deep breaths. I messaged JB and Hannah and asked them where they were already. JB replied, “Malalate ako ng dating, mauna ka na sa room. May bibilhin pa kasi akong gamit”. Since it was already time and Hannah exactly arrived at that moment, we went directly to our classroom and exchanged stories and small talks. As we have reached the PGN building and we were about to get in the elevator, we have realized that only one was working and it shocked us. "Sira yung elevator? Nanaman?! Bakit hindi pa kaya inaayos 'to?" I asked Hannah as I have vented out my frustrations.               A lot of students waited for their turn, so did we. After we had patiently and successfully reached 7th floor, we went to our room and took our seats. At that time the feeling of sitting comfortably felt new to me. While I waited for the start of the class, I looked around the room and first thing I notice was the lineup of colorful opened umbrellas at the back. It was like we were in a circus.            The time ma’am Aly, our adviser, arrived, JB exactly arrived too as he looked tired and exhausted. We started the preliminaries before proceeding to the actual discussion of lessons.            Another thing that I have noticed was that my classmates looked so drowsy and listless even though it was still our first subject. School really became too tiring and stressful these past few days and less fun to the point that even weekends became working days too.           Creative Nonfiction was our first subject and it was also the most exciting compared to the rest. Energizing activities made the discussion more interactive for both the teacher and students. Also, the part that I liked most was the time after the lesson, where we were able to talk to our adviser regarding our concerns and issues about certain subjects and teachers. Communication, such as that, between the educators and learners, played a big role in establishing connection and creating a stronger bond of mutual respect.               Then recess came. There was no break, even a quick one, because we still had to practice for our roleplay in Socsci.e spent the whole period of our Socsci subject on the presentation of our skit. Our group was assigned the topic of school bullying and how does counseling could be applied to that. All groups did well as they also gave their best. We were proud of ourselves yet with the thought that we would still need more practice to improve and be better.              Lunch time. “Ah, finally” I let out a sigh. My friends and I formed a circle of chairs and chose the place we wish to sit. Precious and simple moments would always be treasured in our hearts. Those laughs and conversations could never be compared to grades and material things. In a quick span of time, it was already our PolGov subject. During it, sir Jeff reminded us about the requirements and process for the voter’s registration which started last August 01, 2019, Thursday. The discussion afterwards was just brief then we proceeded on the creating of our gallery walk per station. All groups were assigned a specific place to avoid confusion so they could execute their plan properly. Everyone were bringing their materials and took their time preparing.           On our Trends subject, the first half was intended for the preparations of our creative presentation about the dimensions of globalization and the second half was for the presentation itself. Our group would be the first to present. Unexpectedly, although we had minimal preparations only, our presentation turned out great and got praises. Only group 1 and 2 were the groups scheduled to present for Monday, the rest would be on Friday. Our classmates who would not present were instructed to write their criticism and feedbacks on LAS.              4:30. It was my most awaited time of the day. As soon as the bell rang, we were dismissed and I packed up my things to go home already. Unfortunately, JB and Hannah couldn’t go home yet so I went on my own and bid my farewell to my friends.             A stampede of people was seen in the midst of an unpleasant rain. Drops of water dampened my uniform. It seemed like a race for everyone to get on a public vehicle first as they ought to go home. The flow of traffic became worst. It was really a challenge for a student to take his/her chances of getting on a jeepney. Deep inside, I felt drained. Everyone did felt drained too as shown in their faces.            I didn’t have much energy when I reached home. I looked worn out and the only thing that I badly wanted to do is to sleep. My family asked me about my day but the only response I gave was a tiring expression on my face and a ‘thumbs up’ which signaled that I still can continue.            I have immediately finished my usual night routine, starting from eating dinner to taking a quick shower for refreshment in the body. I prepared all my clothes and things for the next day and began doing my individual and group assignments.           After few hours, i already felt the urge to sleep and recharge my mind. I couldn’t push myself to the limits and put my health at risk. But there were a lot of things I still had to accomplish that night. I had to decide. Both had consequences either way so I chose wisely.           Though I have wanted to force myself to work and stay awake, my body wasn’t able to keep up. It, as if really was talking to me face-to-face, conveyed a message implying ‘I am tired. Please rest. School matters. But you matter more.’           So I have already decided to take my well-deserved rest for that long day and tossed my phone on my bedside after I set the alarm clock. Sleep was my escape to reality. I was hoping that every sweat, tear and effort I exerted would be all worth it on the following day and for the sake of my future.  

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The android cemetery (Chapter 18)

Viewed from the outside the apartment complex seemed to consist of window next to window and nothing else, long rows of glass held together by faith. Enabling people to live sheltered from the elements while still basking in the light - it really was a miracle of modern architecture (and materials). Alas, humanity! Behind all those high tech windows the humans were still the same old monkeys: mostly dissatisfied with everything, but easily distracted by sex. That was true as well for those not of the homo sapiens, but of the automaton deviansis variant.

It wasn’t the best afternoon for any of the three inhabitants of an apartment in the third row from the top. Daniel had continually scolded and insulted their new YK600 up to the point where even Gavin had to open Urban Dictionary in secret to learn what exactly was communicated. The man had laughed about the phrase for a good two minutes, before it had sunk in that his partner’s behavior was rather strange. Gavin had been under the impression that Daniel enjoyed caring for kids in general, not just Emma. He had done well babysitting Damian Miller, eventually won over the kids in Brindleton Bay and established a good rapport with Alice on the Adeline. So what had gotten the android so damn riled up against Evelyn-formerly-Turner? If anything, Gavin had expected the two to gang up against him, resulting in yet another shouting argument like the day before. Shouting was what they knew how to deal with, what they were used to. This development, however, was unexpected, irritating and therefore vaguely threatening. Damn androids! Gavin Reed concluded. If there was such a thing as souls, Daniel’s for sure had the worst direction sense of them all, entering an android body instead of a baby like a sensible transcendental apparition would have done! Now they had to live with the consequences.

Gavin put aside the tablet. Lazing on the couch he reached for a toy fishing rod that he proceeded to move around for Thor and Loki while his thoughts were elsewhere. Meanwhile in the kitchen Daniel seemed to have changed his tactics. He was now trying to pile work on Evelyn to get her out of his way. Only it didn’t go so well…

“You do not have the right to tell me anything!” the YK600 screeched. “You are only Mr. Reed’s android!”

“I’m not!” Daniel barked back. “Well, I am, sort of. In the same way he is my human. But not the way you think.”

“Shut up!” Lyn demanded. “And don’t try to give me any more orders, because if you do, then I…. I… Then I’m telling!!!”

“Oh? Think Gavin will take your side?! You little…”

There was a moment’s silence, then Daniel came storming out of the kitchen. Thor went into the air with all fours, hissed and ran in circles. Loki stopped mid-movement and looked at his two-legged “mama”, his soulful, eternally blue Ragdoll eyes full of questions. Daniel hunkered down. At first he was just crouching there, then he carefully extended a hand towards the cat. “Hey… hey, furball… Don’t be afraid, please. It’s still me.” Gavin noticed that the old gentleness had returned to his partner’s voice. That and the fear of having destroyed something precious in a moment of loss of control again. Loki gave Daniel’s hand a quick rub with his head, then retreated upstairs.

“Phew”, the android commented the absolution he had just received. The next moment he felt himself pulled on the couch by Gavin.

“This is getting out of hand”, Daniel said while leaning into his partner’s embrace. “We need to… Can you reach my phone?”

“Here. Do you want to call the Andersons? They’ll have a good laugh at our expense, but I doubt the suckers will help.”

“Nah. The ones who dropped that shit on us in the first place will have to solve it.”

“The Turners…?” Gavin started to ask, but Daniel had shushed him. The human swallowed the wrong way and coughed when he heard whom exactly the PL600 was calling:

“Hello? CyberLife customer service?”

“Cyber, cough, Life?!”

“We purchased a pre-owned YK600 as a gift for friends yesterday”, Daniel claimed. “Problem is, now it attempts to bond to us. It already acts as if my husband was its father! So what do we do now?”

The answer, although spot-on, wasn’t especially helpful: “The YK device needs to get reset by the new owner. You can do that yourself if you have the manual. If you do not feel comfortable with computers that’s not a problem at all. You can bring the android over and our shop personnel will gladly reset it for you.”

“Uh, thanks, but… we need to keep the YK600 a few days longer before the… our friends’ anniversary party…”

“I see. In this case just shut it down if it becomes a problem. The CyberLife smartphone app can do that, otherwise the de- and reactivation codes should be in the receipt of purchase.”

“Yes. Yes, we have the codes. Thank you…”

Daniel hung up.

“Words of reason from a human”, he sighed. “That’s something rare. I should rejoice. But I cannot bring myself to do what she suggested.”

“Shall I…?”

Daniel shook his head. He just leaned on, half sitting, half lying, outwardly comfortable, while struggling with something.

“Hey… hey, there, slide-rule… What’s the matter? You came storming in here as if chased by Connor in a full body polar bear suit.”

“I nearly hit Evelyn in the kitchen. I already had my hand raised.”

“So what?”

Daniel shrugged. “You wouldn’t understand why that is bad. Your parents never… or did they?”

No, the Reed couple had never slapped their son into the face. Jim and Dorothy hadn’t been opposed to violence in the broadest sense, such as a sharp smack on their kid’s way too thieving fingers now and then. But never anything that could be perceived as humiliating by their son. Life in general had made sure that little Gavin didn’t have to miss out on that experience.

“No, never.” Gavin confirmed, then added: “Although in one of her withdrawal episodes mom threatened to turn me in to one Captain Barnet. Does that count?”

“Hahaha!” The industrial background sound was still there, Gavin noticed, but Daniel’s laughter sounded far more natural than it had when they had met first or in Brindleton Bay.

Sweet deviant, I made sure had plenty occasion to practice since then.

“Thanks for cheering me up”, Daniel said. “Bottomline is, I know how it feels to be at the receiving end of degrading acts. And I almost did that to Evelyn in the kitchen just now. That’s why I was so shocked.”

“Uh-huh.”

There was nothing else to say, nothing to defend or justify and least of all parenting principles to discuss. Daniel was like that. He rarely tried to sway others, especially not a human, to his position in any given dilemma. Instead the android would shrug, say “that’s not how I do things”, maybe punch the other party once or twice, and afterwards make sure things were done his way. What you felt about that didn’t matter. Just doing things his way long enough for it to become a habit was good enough. It was one of the reasons why Daniel didn’t go along too well with the more preachy Markus and his followers.

“There’s something I never told you, or anybody for that matter”, the android broke Gavin’s train of thought. “You know how back when I was new at the DPD we didn’t laugh together. Instead you laughed me down.”

Accusation? After all this time? Worse, after he had just tried to lighten his partner’s mind load? That didn’t sit well with Gavin, so he shot back: “So what? You insulted me all the time!”

Instead of getting angry now, Daniel flicked his fingers and laughed again.

“Yes, exactly! And you punched me in the guts in retaliation while I couldn’t return the violence.”

The beatings, getting his face dunked into puddles or Gavin’s favorite when it came to “showing androids their place” – poking them into the LED… all the anger and helplessness… It had been far, far more than Daniel of all people had been able to contain. Unable to feed the detective his own medicine the deviant had instead channeled his newfound creativity into pranking the co-worker. Many a day Gavin had found himself soaked through, with a belly ache or utterly humiliated after having walked right into one of the traps the janitor had set for him. Except that one day when Captain Fowler had accidently picked up a laxative spiced snack intended for Gavin and the blame had for some reason fallen on Hank. That had been fun.

“The thing is, I refuse to forget this time as if it never happened”, Daniel said.

“You’re still mad…?”

“No, to the contrary! I mean, I’d be mad if you tried something like it now and you probably wouldn’t survive it. Back in ’39 your bullying was exactly what I needed.”

“You mean as deserved punishment for your deeds? No, wait, that’s not it. You do not swing that way. Okay, I admit you’ve lost me there. What am I missing?”

“Hatred, Gavin. Active rejection. To the Phillips I was nothing more than a tool. Caroline routinely switched me off as punishment for Emma. I got treated like an object. To the contrary YOU only ever TOLD me and Connor that we were things, while in practice treating us the same as your human victims.”

Gavin might have casually elbowed Connor whenever they the met in the floor, but he did that to a lot of people and often without thinking. Daniel instead had on occasion swiped the duster across Connor’s face when he had returned from an investigation, like one did with a piece of furniture. The RK couldn’t even protest lest he’d given himself away as a deviant. And it had made Gavin smile that cute rodent smile of his, so win-win.

“See, Gavin” Daniel went on, “Captain Fowler sometimes calls us his kindergarten, and he isn’t that far off. You gave me a taste of what middle school is like!”

A childhood, the deviant thought. Captain Anderson had provided the safe space for him and Connor to grow up in. And there was more: As Emma’s caretaker Daniel’s task had been to help raise the child into a successful, well-adjusted person. Daniel had accepted that as how things went in the real world. Then he had met the DPD officers, who were… everything but well adjusted. And yet they were getting from one day to the next despite their flaws, even getting results. The experience had been relieving in more than way to Daniel. Here was a dysfunctionally- functioning team that went as far as drawing guns on each other while working on a case. And Hank had outright shot down Connor to prove a point one night. Daniel hadn’t been awake again during either encounter, but been present at several similar ones. All those little scenes had shown him that one could act incredibly stupid and make the worst mistakes, yet life somehow went on and in the end things worked out more often than not. Blunders could get sailed over, their results mitigated. Almost nothing constituted the end of the world. Even if you mis-stepped as badly as Daniel had.

“I was like a kid away from home for the first time, free to be myself instead of having to strive to be the good boy”, the deviant explained. “Things would work out somehow, because they did for the rest of you, too.”

“I still understand only half of that at best, but I see you are happy. Are you…?”

“Yes. I cherish our shared memories, us being together now... everything!”

For the span of a few breaths they just hugged. No words, no thoughts and no lower parts stirring. It was a little sofa nirvana.

Eventually Daniel spoke up again: “Can you do me a favor?”

“Depends…”

“That wasn’t an actual question, you know!”

“Ah.”

“Would you do an extra shift or watch a movie with Tina while I guard the little toad? Anything to be away from the apartment for a while?”

Gavin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Of course he had wanted to sneak away, had even come close to really doing so a few times today. But Daniel explicitly asking him to do it? What was going on here?

“See, Evelyn’s not just programmed to behave like a human child, but the perfect child.” Daniel had checked her manual online and it had creeped him out more than some of the crime scene reports he had copied in his time as a police auxiliary. “This model can get tailored to the owner’s idea of what a child should be like. There’s dlc for misbehavior, irrational fears and even common childhood diseases. But the most important selling point is that an YK android will love you more than a human child. CyberLife just now confirmed it on the phone. As the only human around, Lyn will inevitably bond to you, because that’s what her code tells her.”

When Gavin went “Eeeek” at that like a small rodent, Daniel grinned.

“What the fuck! I’ll be out of here faster than you can say... whatever. Bye!”

Gavin grabbed his jacket, the car keys and the shoes and was out in the floor in record time. He wasn’t slowing down the few steps it took to reach the elevator, either. But when the cabin descended to the ground, the man remembered that he still didn’t know what had caused Daniel to turn so hostile towards the child android in the first place. What had the fucking thing said or done?!

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Coping with Trust problems in a Relationship

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Coping with Trust problems in a Relationship

Coping with Trust problems in a Relationship

Differing people have actually their particular image of a perfect relationship. Guys and females hope and think that just relationship that is ideal bring them long-awaited joy and relief. Nonetheless, no therefore many individuals understand just how to build at the very least a healthier relationship, not forgetting an amazing one. They don’t realize the key minute that trust problems prevent them from building a good, dependable and relationship that is long-termed. It stops folks from being pleased. If you find distrust between individuals when you look at the relationship, it pests both lovers. And when individuals try not to learn how to trust one another, & most notably, to honor the one another’s trust, their relationships will maybe not last long. Everybody ought to know dealing with trust problems and insecurities beforehand and prevent further problem of this situation.

Why do We have trust dilemmas?

Everyone’s needed to face trust issues in a relationship. You’ve got currentlyheard times that are many “Everybody lies, with no it’s possible to be trusted.” Therefore, trust is surely of some value. Trust could be the foundation on which you are able to build effective healthier relationships, and which determines the chance to be pleased in a variety of ways. Consequently, interacting, individuals draw awareness ofthe sincerity and honesty associated with interlocutor. This might be an apparatus for assessing the ongoing future of a relationship during the standard of trust. The greater amount of an individual can trust, the less they feel susceptible plus don’t feel threatened, the greater these are typically emotionally stable much less anxious. Exactly what are the root factors behind trust problems psychology?

Childhood. Being a young child, an individual failed to get a motherly care of appropriate quality. The fact is that the inspiration of trust and self-confidence is set into the very first several years of the little one’s life. In the event that mom does not supply the youngster due attention during this time period, the degree of self- self- confidence is going to be afterwards low. In addition, at a mature age, mental development is affected by facets for instance the moms and dads’ not enough self- self- confidence in their educational abilities, the comparison into the method of upbringing, the essential difference between Cultures and the real methods of life of moms and dads, and so forth. Each one of these things Become a guarantee that the young son or daughter includes a fear because of their well-being when you look at the future and cannot trust anybody. These tendencies will simply increase with age.

Upbringing. In the event that upbringing is dependant on reproaches, centering on the shortcomings of the kid, it will likewise turn into a cause for mistrust and an over-all isolation of the individual. The majority of the problems are derived from childhood, and that one is not any an exclusion. Regrettably, numerous moms and dads that are busy with the necessity to build an income forget that upbringing is not just gorgeous things, a great college, and nutrition that is proper. Young ones that are left to themselves face challenges chatting with peers and older buddies. Their childhood aspirations, kindness, and openness are slowly changed by mistrust, an expectation of the dirty trick from other people. Childish grievances always go to town in adult life.

Jealousy and fear of losing somebody. Concern with loneliness and envy provoke the appearance of exorbitant suspicion towards how to find a russian bride the partner. Many people begin delivering a complete great deal of communications throughout the day, call unexpectedly and look the device so that you can verify suspicions or avoid the breakup.

Details associated with career. This has always been understood that task renders an imprint regarding the person’s individuality. Oftentimes, the consequence is negative. For instance, law enforcement officials, protection guards along with scouts usually do not trust the surrounding individuals even yet in every day life, they wait for other footwear to drop every-where and always check the incoming information times that are several.

Skilled shock that is psychological. It’s about particular situations whenever individuals had been cheated on or disappointed by close individuals or just by other people, just because they don’t keep in mind such moments. a breakup can be the primary cause of the wound that is psychological relationships trust dilemmas. It takes place when one of many partners believedthat everything was fine in the grouped household, plus the 2nd one dropped in love aided by the brand new individual and decided to split up. Producing a brand new household becomes really problematic after such lack of trust.

Anxiety about their very own vulnerability. This feeling additionally makes someone keep their eyes peeled. Frequently, individuals that have insecurity and that are peaceful and relaxed in life are categorized as the category.

Aspire to show on their own through the side that is best. Some individuals wish to appear better and much more effective than they are really. In this instance, there was an impact of two edges of this exact same coin. An individual willingly shows one part of the personality and makes every effort to conceal another part, these are typically afraid that some body will discover down about this. This fear creates extra suspicion and a sense of distrust in direction of individuals, and it’s also the reason for trust dilemmas in a relationship.

Signs and symptoms of trust dilemmas

So that you can learn how to overcome trust problems, it is crucial to learn how severe the problem is and exactly how numerous signs and symptoms of trust problems can be found that you know. There are lots of moments that are key.

1. You are spying on your own partner. Lots of people did that but tracking your spouse’s communications and monitoring accounts on social support systems are among the first and a lot of apparent indications that trust in your relationship isn’t the just like before.

2. You’re feeling uncomfortable. That you do not understand the explanation, however you simply feel just a little restless, being near to your spouse, as well as your anxiety grows every time they’re going someplace making use of their friends or carry on a business journey.

3. It is difficult for you yourself to rely on several things. It would appear that your spouse constantly has some stories that are thoughtful justifications for every thing. In the long run, their tales be more and more embellished and that can make any author envy.

4. You’re feeling anxious. Each time whenever your partner has gone out your vision and does one thing without you, you feel anxiety for some good explanation, and also you cannot get a grip on it. Your ideas are packed with questions regarding whatever they do and where these are typically.

5. The rumors are believed by you. It would appear that rumors will always into the atmosphere around your spouse like a negative scent, and also you cannot forget you try about them, no matter how hard. Placing information that is negative the depths of the thoughts are perhaps perhaps not the most effective solution.

6. your spouse has distanced by themselves, and also you require answers. Although your lover is in your area actually, their ideas come inanother place, and they shall never ever like to share these ideas with you. This withdraw behavior gives increase to problems.

7. Your spouse can be an active web individual. In the event your partner abruptly becomes active on social networking sites, and also you constantly worry and look enough time of the final check out, then you’ve got issues, and you ought to learn how to fix trust problems.

8. You’re feeling that one thing is incorrect. Deeply down, you realize that there’s something very wrong along with your relationship, and also if you fail to wish to acknowledge it, you realize that your particular anxiety is simply another verification of the trust problems. Nonetheless, you really need to comprehendthat dating someone with trust problems isn’t the simplest task. The earlier you cope with it, the higher.

Simple tips to fix trust dilemmas in a relationship?

Numerous wedding counselors, divorce proceedings lawyers, and detectives that are private inform you that trust problems certainly are a phenomenon that is consistent. Trust problems could be considering facts and information, or they may be the outcome of a presumption and a feeling. Correspondence may be the best way to figure out how to trust your partner or even learn if it is feasible, in principle.

Determine the reason why. What direction to go when you yourself have trust dilemmas? Trust is a really thing that is complicated that is predicated on actions. It is rather hard to handle trust problems. The thing that is first must do is always to evaluate the cause of your mistrust. Is it only a resentment or, possibly, discontent with all the relationship in general? Do your trust problems arise from too little self-esteem, or perhaps you understand that your one that is loved has on you?

Create a difficult choice. How to approach trust dilemmas? If you would like solve this nagging problem and attempt to restore your self- self- self- confidence, you need ton’t keep silence. Generally in most situations, distrust is dependant on treachery, which includes its origins in lies, cash, or infidelity. The trail right back is likely to be difficult, and there’s no guarantee that you are going to reach finally your location. In just about any full instance, in the event that you discuss this issueby having a partner, you have better chances to fix it than in the event that you leave it in the shadows.

Leave time that is enough resolve disagreements. Them at if you try to stop your partner on the way to work or call lunchtime, then there’s an excellent possiblity to stay dissatisfied and unrecognized as a result of not enough time. Then agree if this is really important On a right time when you’re able to talk about the matter. Your awareness of the partner’s individual time will provide you with a credit that is certain of, that the individual will show whenever speaking about the situation.

Think just within the genuine facts. It really is impractical to know precisely what exactly is occurring before you pay attention to your partner. Try not to make an effort to imagine what they’re considering, simply inquire about it straight, working with trust dilemmas. This can allow you to avoid problems additionally the misconceptions that are huge well as squandered time, which may be allocated to a discussion.

Apologize if it is your fault. Try not to think twice to do this and don’t make an effort to blame another person. In the event that youhave broken a promise, done or said something amiss, an apology or payment depends just for you. You will feel a lot better, being truthful, together with partner may also figure out how to trust you, once you understand your feeling of duty.

Never work through arguments in the front of family and friends. You immediately alert the partner whenever you discuss your dilemmas in the front of other folks. In addition, disagreement becomes knowledge that is public to be a problem that is personal. Agree ahead of time which you shall speak about what’s took place in personal.

How exactly to assist somebody with trust problems?

The initial step on the trail to trust is focus on the individual. Nonetheless, usually do not overdo it, just compose in their mind every day and wonder how they actually do. Once you assistance with overcoming trust problems, show your genuine fascination with the individual.

The 2nd action is to start you to ultimately the individual, telling tales from youth, sharing some ideas and experiences. Whenever an individual sees Them, they will also try to somehow open themselves to that you trust you.

The 3rd action is to aid. Likely, this individual has heard numerous times plenty of bad things they stopped against them, and that’s why trusting people. Help is quite vital that you them most of the time. Its never ever tough to say a few hot terms in order for a person starts to trust in themselves, particularly if you have been in love with all the individual.

If it does not assist, make an effort to convince the person to get assistance from the professionals. a talented psychologist will help discover the root reasons and type out of the problems. The situation is only able to aggravate without this assistance because irritability will just develop.

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Just wait for confirmation hearings in the age of Facebook

If you thought the calendar defense was bizarre, brace yourself for the next couple of decades.

After an emotionally tense day—for both witnesses, albeit in different ways—many senators and onlookers may feel we’ve collectively come away from the Brett Kavanaugh/Christine Blasey Ford testimony having made little headway in the quest for the truth. Both Kavanaugh and Ford testified to the judiciary committee that they were 100 percent confident in their recollections of the day, each of which necessarily disputes the other’s. But Kavanaugh may have spoken the most profound truth in his opening statement when he characterized the last few weeks as a “calculated and orchestrated political hit” by Democrats to thwart his confirmation. He said:

“This is a circus. The consequences will extend long past my nomination. The consequences will be with us for decades. This grotesque and coordinated character assassination will dissuade confident and good people of all political persuasions from serving our country.”

He’s right, in many ways: The consequences matter. The consequences of his confirmation to the court, or his failure to be confirmed, will matter to a great number of cases yet to be decided by that judiciary body. The consequences of these senators’ behavior and comportment will be remembered by voters in November and for many election cycles to come. These consequences of this particular precedent, whichever way it goes, will be of great significance for decades, just as Ford has grappled with the consequences—or sequelae—of a single night in 1982 for the past 36 years.

The consequences of what he portrays as a “coordinated character assassination,” though, are just the beginning of technology’s expanding influence in modern American politics.

…

When Kavanaugh came forward with a defense from his summer 1982 calendar, many were shocked and suspicious. It is peculiar (but not unheard of) for a high school boy to keep a meticulous, handwritten calendar of his activities at all, let alone to retain that document for the foreseeable future.

But in reality, many present-day 17-year-olds are actively participating in that practice, willingly or otherwise. In the age of Facebook, Instagram (and Finstagram), Twitter, Tumblr, Kik, WhatsApp, Tik Tok, YouNow, and dozens of other social media sites and apps, there actually can be a detailed record of a teenager’s school day, afterschool activities, weekend parties, and breakups and makeups. Many millennials, Gen Xers, and others happily catalog their thoughts and feelings in microblogged diary entries, share photos of their friends and frenemies, and check in to places to mark their precise position for friends. It’s conceivable that you could reconstruct a summer from someone’s social posts from 2007, likely without breaking a sweat.

And as we’ve seen, social posts are increasingly under scrutiny for people in positions of power, celebrities and politicians alike. Daily Show host Trevor Noah was raked over the coals for racist tweets in his archives. Disney fired James Gunn after offensive tweets about rape and pedophilia were brought to light earlier this year. Even President Donald Trump regularly faces criticism for contradicting himself in an old tweet. (If nothing else, our Twitter-happy president has ensured that the significance of tweets will not wane anytime soon.) It is the first place many people look when the name of a mass shooter is released by the media: What did he tweet? Were there warning signs? Should his friends have known this was coming?

  Should we expect that a nominee to the Supreme Court in 2024 will need to answer for their 17-year-old self’s tweets and Facebook Likes? (At 51, Neil Gorsuch is the youngest justice currently serving on the Supreme Court, but someone as young as 32 has been confirmed. Joseph Story, who served almost 34 years beginning in 1812, ultimately died having spent more time on the court than off it.) Should a text or a decade-old post on Facebook carry as much weight as that nominee’s statements and actions?

Whether it should is practically irrelevant. We almost certainly will. In criminal trials, we already do.

…

According to American Girls: Social Media and the Secret Life of Teenagers, published in 2016, “ninety-two percent of American children have an online presence before the age of 2.” Facebook boasts 2.25 billion active users on its platform, and it long ago removed the barriers to entry for teens not yet in college. We’re a generation that’s always online, and we have the receipts to prove it.

But what happens when all those status updates, weird Reddit submissions, and moody Myspace photos become part of the public discourse?

It’s natural to want to have some answers about the content of someone’s character before handing them the reins to a government seat. Especially in the wake of the Me Too movement, there’s increased attention being paid to past indiscretions that, a generation or two ago, might never have seen the light of day. And that was before we started documenting our every move on public platforms, from #wokeuplikethis to lights out.

Sometimes, that immediately available level of detail could prove quite valuable. Many senators mentioned during yesterday’s testimony the power of “exculpatory evidence.” Could enough updates and check-ins from social media effectively have proven Kavanaugh wasn’t the man behind Ford’s assault? Or, to tip the scales toward Ford’s recollection, what if there were an Instagram video showing Kavanaugh and Mark Judge laughing about holding her down on that bed? There’s not, of course, and there never will be. But in a future version of this conversation and inquiry, the statements from Kavanaugh’s friends might read quite differently. “We don’t remember that happening” gets harder to stand by in the face of mounting evidence from countless classmates online.

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There are plenty of problems with bringing this information into court proceedings and job interviews. Beyond the obvious questions about consent and invasions of privacy, there’s also concern about accuracy. There can be plenty of room for misinterpretation: Text lacks the nuance of spoken word, making it difficult to distinguish the connotation of simple updates. Is that tweet a suicide threat, a thoughtless life update, a sarcastic aside, an inside joke, or a pop culture reference? No one knows.

Online personas aren’t perfect, nor are they always accurate representations of the person in question. Some users intentionally misrepresent themselves on social media in order to convey a curated self who is more successful, attractive, intelligent, and so on. Countless articles have been written about the significance of this performative behavior.

So sometimes, social media will inevitably lead us to the wrong conclusions. Not that it stops people from trying to connect dots where they can. As the analysis moves to social platforms and more available social data enters the court of public opinion, it’s democratized in sometimes dangerous ways: Redditors infamously misidentified two suspects in the Boston Marathon bombings of 2013, leading one man to be bullied at school. An Anonymous Twitter account claimed to have the correct suspect in the Ferguson shooting in 2014, too, but it was also wrong.

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But the human inclination toward curiosity and our desire for answers will not rest. The entry of social media accounts into governmental proceedings is inevitable. And ultimately, it’s just an extension of our innate curiosity.

Some people livestreaming the Kavanaugh/Ford testimony might have thought some senators pushed too far in their personal queries. When Sen. Amy Klobuchar (D-Minn.) pried with “Did you ever black out from drinking too much alcohol?” Kavanaugh himself snapped back “Did you?” But that intense line of personal questioning is not unique to this hearing.

Consider the following example questions, prepared for prosecutor Kenneth Starr by his deputy during the impeachment proceedings of then-President Clinton:

“If Monica Lewinsky says that you ejaculated into her mouth on two occasions in the Oval Office area, would she be lying?

“If Monica Lewinsky says that you masturbated into a trashcan in your secretary’s office, would she [be] lying?”

These are deeply personal questions, disgusting ones, and detailed ones, and they are questions that the president would have been expected to answer under oath.

They were also written by Brett Kavanaugh.

With more detail available, we’re only going to go deeper down the rabbit hole.

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In 1991, when Anita Hill testified about sexual harassment before the confirmation of Justice Clarence Thomas, the hearings were decidedly not livestreamed on YouTube. The senators hosting the inquiry did not immediately have their personal information doxed online—not least because the World Wide Web was still a very nascent thing, and the word “doxed” had yet to be coined.

Within our lifetimes, technology has completely unturned modern politics. Politicians are still struggling to keep up with the ramifications of streaming services on copyright law and the city codes restricting Airbnb, let alone contending with net neutrality, with gig economy workers’ rights, and with this newfound deluge of information known as social media.

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Maybe we’ll be spared. Maybe the privacy pendulum will swing the other way and all this concern will have been for naught. Indeed, some teens have begun to distance themselves from the neverending news feed, electing to keep their accounts private or limited, if not unplugging outright. The kids of Generation Z are disconnecting for a variety of reasons, including the concern that more time on social media leads to increased anxiety, stress, and depression; more than half of them take a break from their phones from time to time.

So perhaps by the time we’re picking another nominee for the Supreme Court, the laws will have sufficiently caught up, or the personal privacy settings will have been sufficiently clamped down, and the nominee will be spared the painstaking entry of each of their social updates into evidence.

But there’s not much time to get it right: Two of the sitting justices are in their eighties, and it’s likely another seat will open up before lawmakers have figured out how to balance the pursuit of the truth with the modern tendency toward oversharing on public platforms.

In the meantime, the “politics of personal destruction” are about to get a lot more personal. And that’s the truth.

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“It’s been over 2077 days considering that we introduced our strategy to create Cyberpunk 2077.” This is just how CD Projekt Red began their letter to fans, concealed within the trailer they went down at E3. Cyberpunk’s original trailer remained in 2013, however the studio revealed their plans to create the residential or commercial property also previously. 6 years ( and also counting!)may seem like an infinity, however it’s far from the longest delay we’ve had for a video game.

From JRPGS to trash-talking shooters, allow’s forget our impatience for Cyberpunk by taking a look at some of the longest waits in pc gaming history.

Final Fantasy XV, 2006-2016 2006 was a thrilling time to be a Final Fantasy fan. Not just was Final Fantasy XIII introduced, it debuted alongside a trailer for a totally separate game, Final Fantasy XIII Versus. Versus assured to be a dark experience with real-time fight as well as an enigmatic protagonist. Yet as time extended on, Versus missed a concerning number of occasions. Square Enix guaranteed that advancement was proceeding(initially

it was a PS3 unique, after that it wasn’t, then it was again …), yet it was very easy to lose hope as the years extended on. In 2013, Square Enix dropped the pretense. FF XIII Versus was dead, however not gone; it was now a completely brand-new entry in the collection, Final Fantasy XV. According to the studio,” it had not been coming any type of time quickly “. That declaration was appropriate. For several years, trickles of information come with by hold-ups kept followers anxiously waiting for concrete info. 7 months after our cover story, FF XV launched in November of 2016. All in all, it weathered its ten-year development rather well!.?. !! Although we had some nits to pick, a trip with Noctis and his buddies was a gratifying end to a decade long journey.

Joe documented the entire history of the advancement in exhaustive detail, if you’re interested to go deeper on each time we were disappointed by the absence of a Final Fantasy.

Too Human, 1999-2008 Perhaps much better known for its delays compared to its mediocre action, Too Human started growth in 1999 forthe original Playstation. Pitched asa sci-fi story embeded in the long run, Too Human would spread its 90 hrs of gameplay throughout 4 CD-ROMS. The game guaranteed cybernetic improvements as well as” 60 mins of cinematics,”yet development stalled when designer Silicon Knights was obtained by Nintendo. Although the studio announced objectives of bringing their sci-fi epic to Gamecube, five years later on, we still knew nothing about Too Human. By then, Silicon Knights had serviced both Eternal Darkness: Sanity’s Requiem and also Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes, but it had not been till the studio partnered with Microsoft that we heard new details about this interesting RPG. In 2005, Silicon Knights claimed Too Human would not only be launching for the Xbox 360, however would be a trilogy.

Nine years after its initial news, Too Human released to testimonials that were greatly warm and, sometimes, actively hostile. We provided it a 6.75 and also claimed”you’ll likely never desire to listen to anything regarding Too Human again.” Also still, Silicon Knights assured they would certainly complete their trilogy (which wasn’t truly sci-fi anymore, however more of a mess of Norse folklore).

Ultimately, Epic Games’ claim over making use of the Unreal Engine eliminated Too Human completely. As an outcome of the suit, Silicon Knights was ordered to destroy all video game code for any type of items utilizing the Unreal Engine and also Too Human was pulled from the Xbox Live Marketplace. The workshop declared bankruptcy in 2014, most likely securing the fate of any kind of more titles.

The Last Guardian, 2007-2016 For a group that had just released 2 previous video games, Team Ico held an impressive online reputation. Ico and Shadow of the Colossus, both PS2 titles, got a status that remains to this particular day. When Colossus first launched, we stated that it”breaks narration barriers none people knew existed … this is the narration experience of the year.”It complies with, consequently, that Team Ico’s following game would be the subject of both enormous hype and also intense scrutiny. We first saw The Last Guardian in a trailer at E3 2009(a trailer which looks amazingly much like the last item in 2016), yet it had actually been in advancement for 2 years at that point. Unlike Final Fantasy or Too Human, the core concept of The Last Guardian never ever fluctuated; Fumito Ueda’s story of participation in between a kid as well as a big cat/bird formed both the emotional core as well as gameplay focus of the game, but this dedication meant a wealth of technical concerns.

The original trailer was in fact running on a PS3, Ueda verified that it was rendered at half-speed, then accelerated to look typical. For the next numerous years The Last Guardian floundered, unable to hit the minimum required frame rates for playability. It never ever completely went silent, the video game was plainly in problem. Ueda teased a gameplay demo in the Team Ico collection that never occurred, then parted ways with Sony. Producers leapt ship. The Last Guardian remained to miss practically every major gaming event. Officers remained to ensure the sector that the video game existed, declarations of little convenience in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

In 2015, The Last Guardian surfaced again, relatively unmodified despite the leap in console generations. A trailer at E3 2015 promised the video game would certainly appear the list below year as well as it did, ultimately releasing in December 2016. The game still encountered a variety of technical problems, but it recorded the magic assured in the original trailer, as well as made great on Fumito Ueda’s nine-year-old vision.

Grimoire: Heralds of the Winged Exemplar, 1997-2017 There’s probably a factor you haven’t come across Grimoire. An enthusiasm task from a solitary designer, the game makes basically no concessions to the modern-day player. Saying that the game is rooted in 90s CRPGs is deceptive, since”

rooted”indicates development. Grimoire is a 90s CRPG, it just ended up being released twenty years later on. Created by Cleveland Mark Blakemore, the video game’s advancement isn’t nearly also documented as larger tasks. Revealed in ’97, one sneak peek declared it would be out later that year. It had not been. In 1998 there was a beta testing period, then the game primarily vanished up until 2013 when Grimoire revealed an indiegogo campaign. It elevated concerning 4 percent of its $250,000 goal and also assured a launch later that year (once more). Ultimately, in addition to a news that “the best roleplaying game of them all is ultimately all set,” the video game dropped on Steam in 2017.

Grimoire: Heralds of the Winged Exemplar flaunts that it has 600 hrs of web content. It additionally doesn’t have a guidebook. With deep character customization and also an enormous breadth of areas, there could be 20 year’s well worth of product concealed in the video game. I simply have no interest in finding it.

Star Fox 2, 1993-2018 Started virtually quickly after 1993 initial, Star Fox 2 was the target of a ruthless equipment cycle. The video game’s enthusiastic objectives, consisting of randomized levels as well as real-time approach components, were powered by the SNES and also its Super FX chip(the very same type as used in Yoshi’s Island). As well as unlike whatever else on this list, Star Fox 2 was essentially completed within its priced estimate growth period.

However, the tail-end of the SNES’s lifespan was likewise the beginning of true 3D graphics from consoles like the N64 as well as the Playstation. Being Afraid that Star Fox just would not withstand the comparison, Nintendo axed production completely.

That would certainly have been completion of the tale, if not for a shock announcement from Nintendo: The SNES Classic, a re-release of the author’s epic console, would include the full Star Fox 2 in its entirety. The game’s ambitions were probably grander than its execution, the launch of Star Fox 2 is an unusual success for anybody who values the background and conservation of timeless titles.

Doom, 2008-2016 Doom 4 will look

better compared to Rage. John Carmack assured this in 2008 when revealing the development of the title, as well as he had not been lying; the game simply took eight even more years to prove him. Ruin 4 fought with identification for much of its advancement. The initial pitch for the video game was a cinematic, scripted, aggressive take on the franchise, a”Call of Doom “if you will. With Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare’s launch the previous year, making an FPS with setpieces and also automobile sectors felt like a dish for success. Years later, reduced morale as well as direction from the heads of the studio motivated a total reboot of the title.

The new question was just what this reboot would certainly be. One studio head supposedly stated that” Doom 4 can and also ought to be as big as Skyrim.” Carmack claimed that “Doom implies two things: shotguns as well as demons.”

The earliest we saw just what would eventually be the last version of the video game came from a teaser in 2014. Doom’s last type was a much cry from its Call of Duty-inspired beginnings; the video game is a true callback to the original video games, avoiding tale, prolonged discussion, and also even refilling for a pure first-person demon-killing experience. It kicks butt. Ruin’s reboot was even successful sufficient to necessitate a sequel, Doom: Eternal. Duke Nukem Forever, 1997-2011 Probably one of the most infamous postponed video game of them all, Duke Nukem Forever is a display of the hazards of long advancement cycles. Battle Each Other Nukem 3D, released for the PC in 1996, was a smash hit. Nearly promptly afterwards, 3D realms revealed service a follow up, planned to be finished in 1998 at the newest. They chose to collaborate with the Quake II engine, however really did not also obtain code for the software program before they beginning mocking up potential screenshots.

Currently having actually missed their 1998 projection, they leapt to the Unreal engine and also continued to make sluggish progression. Videos and displays were still run out and also received well, but had no end date in sight. In 2004, 7 years after originally introduced, Duke Nukem Forever apparently leapt engines once again, touchdown on Doom 3’s impressive technology (although the workshop after that rejected the report ). 3D worlds continued to hemorrhage personnel; after the group’s heads spent numerous their very own cash, Forever made little perceivable progression.

In 2009, author Take-Two took legal action against the studio for cannot provide the video game, and also although it was cleared up in a manner that preserved the progress that had been made on the game, Duke seemed in his fatality throes. Salvation originated from Gearbox Software, that included a multiplayer mode and also provided it the last press out the door in 2011.

Forever is not a success story, nevertheless. The globe had relocated ahead in the game’s 14-year development, and also Duke had not. From outdated gameplay systems to the character’s trademark misogyny, Forever can not hide the weight of its puffed up development.

Still Waiting

Certainly, lengthy delays typically aren’t a thing of the past. Cyberpunk’s development cycle is at the very least seven years long at this moment, however there are various other video games- several of which were seen this E3- that we’ve been waiting equally as wish for.

Beyond Good And Evil 2, 2008-??? Before Beyond Good as well as Evil was a method for Joseph Gordon-Levitt to obtain you to do complimentary art for Ubisoft, it was a 2008 trailer

without a launch date. Ubisoft stated the whole trailer, a 2 minute consider Jade and also her piggy close friend sitting in a desert, was provided in-engine. And afterwards, 9 years later, we saw it again. We aren’t sure what caused the hangup in development. Supervisor Michel Ancel spent years far from the job, dealing with Rayman’s platforming reboots, yet whether this was a choice by him or by Ubisoft is any individual’s assumption. When Beyond Good and Evil 2 re-emerged last E3 as a pre-rendered trailer, Ancel said that it was effectively a different and also totally new game than the E3 trailer nearly a years earlier.

Amongst other points, this probably suggests that Beyond Good and Evil 2 is still a lengthy ways off. This E3 brought another pre-rendered trailer, a supposedly excellent behind-closed-doors trial, and a beta assured for sometime next year. The video game’s scope looks outstanding, but that’s only an obstacle when it comes to advancement time.

Kingdom Hearts III, 2013-2019 Technically, we’ve only found out about Kingdom Hearts III considering that its intro trailer in 2013. Nonetheless, considered that the previous entrance in the mainline collection came out in 2005, it really feels like we’ve been waiting a lot longer. Series director Tetsuya Nomura hinted at an early stage that he wouldn’t have the ability to concentrate on Kingdom Hearts before the completion of his current job. That job? Final Fantasy XIII Versus, which didn’t get to completion swiftly. Nomura actually left before Versus-turned-XV was completed. Currently he’s continuouslying guide Kingdom Hearts III while also servicing one more title: a remake of Final Fantasy VII. A remake that we’ve heard basically nothing regarding since its statement in 2015.

Kingdom Hearts III will launch very early next year. Probably.

Star Citizen, 2012 -??? Recently current for providing a pack of online spacecrafs for$27,000, Star Citizen is rapidly becoming a lesson in the dangers of crowdfunding. Climbing to fame through a wildly successful 2012 kickstarter, Star Citizen was originally pitched as a space-faring experience with dogfighting and trading. This summary has ballooned to consist of first-person shooting, procedurally created planets, and a single-player campaign with Mark Hamill.

Throughout advancement, Star Citizen has missed basically every deadline its set for itself. It moved from CryEngine to Amazon’s Lumberyard Engine, which led to a claim from Crytek. The game has actually launched numerous betas, components, and also demonstrations of its various systems (all of which are undoubtedly impressive). It’s additionally released consistent ways to remain to spend loan on it. Not only can players acquire various models of spacecrafs with genuine cash, they can additionally acquire systems of land on non-existent worlds, or most likely just mail briefcases of money to Chris Roberts.

Celebrity Citizen has elevated $ 188,000,000 so far, without signs of decreasing. Perhaps it does not even matter if it ever before comes out.

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