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halemerry · 9 months

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So there’s understandably a lot out there examining the painful/emotional parts of this season, but I just wanted to take a second to acknowledge something really important that is a bit... maybe not lighter in tone but something worth celebrating.

Because like, even if he seems a bit directionless and frustrated, Crowley actually is pretty happy this season?

He’s making progress. He’s letting himself have things he wouldn’t have ever before - even if it's not exactly the thing he wants the most. He's letting himself be himself. He's not censoring instincts and impulses to nearly the same degree and it's actually pretty remarkable.

Like, okay, yes, Crowley is pretty lost now that he exists outside the toxic structure he has been operating under for millenia. And, yes his safety net with Aziraphale and the structure they operate in has also crumbled a bit because so much of that structure was built around what they were and weren’t allowed to safely do within the toxic structure. But, I actually do think this season does a lot to show that even if this struggle is very real and has consequences that aren’t all objectively good, freeing himself from that structure is a net good.

He smiles more. He laughs more. He sprawls more. He seems generally more physically relaxed and comfortable trusting his instincts without having to check everything he’s doing or saying against Hell. And this state of existence isn’t dependent on Aziraphale being present either. It’s just him being him and becoming comfortable with what that means.

And it wasn't a snap your fingers bam you're better situation either. It takes work and time to break old instincts. I mean, years have passed and we’re still struggling to let anyone say that we are nice. But significantly his instinct isn’t to snarl or physically lash out. It’s to roll his eyes or half heartedly object or maybe throw in a light growl for old times sake. And, sometimes, the instinct is to grin like a self satisfied loon as you contradict the nice human who implied you were nice.

Crowley is now in a place where his impulses to be kind are things he’s allowed to give into now and, even if he’s doing so under a veneer of snark and sneer, he is letting himself do that. He’s making sure the people around him are caring for ducks properly. He’s admitting he was worried about Aziraphale and cooing at his own car. He’s apologizing for accidentally locking people into coffee shops and openly helping them get out without even stopping to think about how maybe doing so might clue them in that he’s not quite what he seems. He's helping Shax learn her way around earth, even when she’s actively working against him and Aziraphale.

Even when interacting with Jim, who brings out the most of Crowley’s negative reactions and masks, his instincts are just as often to be gentle as they are to be angry. So long as Jim isn’t actively setting off alarm bells in Crowley’s head Crowley is so patient with him. He explains gravity unprompted and proceeds to include Jim in on his planning to get Nina and Maggie together. After his initial explosion at Jim’s presence the next two are immediately followed up by him getting upset and then backing off of Jim. He starts to threaten Jim when he’s reminded Aziraphale is in danger and then nearly immediately backs off of that, acknowledging there’s no point in it. And then, of course, after he nearly talks Jim into jumping out a window and pressures him into extracting more information from his brain he feels guilty enough to then offer Jim an act of care and service. It's such a stark difference from the guy we see even this season needing to put a layer between himself and anything good he does by either denying thanks outright or putting the blame on being under some influence.

And it’s startling how much we see him smile this season and how many different versions of that we get. From the genuine delight on his face when he thinks Operation Lovebird is working to the pleased little smirk he gives Aziraphale through the window when he watches him bring order to the arguing angels and demons in his shop, to the little smile of familiarity when he wonders what happened to Mr Dalrymple - Crowley smiles a lot compared to the first season. And it doesn't matter where he is either. He has a delightful time in Heaven, snickering and grinning to himself nearly the entire time he's prancing around there. And that’s not even getting into his dorky little snort laugh that pops up a few times throughout the season.

And I just. It’s so nice that this show doesn’t want to deny that what Aziraphale and Crowley are doing is hard but also that it doesn’t want to wallow in that struggle either. It never wants to frame that what they earned at the end of season 1 has doomed them but it isn't afraid to show the speed bumps that the system they were in is causing them on their way to happily ever after. They’re allowed to be happy. They're allowed to struggle with getting there. This is allowed to be a good thing for them, even if it sometimes takes work.

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes✦

(Bros I'm so sorry, I've had the biggest fucking writer's block. I'm hoping some silly lil meme posts will make up for it until I can write something substantial, I'msosorry-)

Y/N: Some of us, I don’t wanna name names, give me a headache when they speak and its- Soap: Is it me?? Y/N: No. Graves: Is it me? Y/N: …it’s not Soap- --

Price: I’m gonna make you a soup. Gaz, delirious with the flu: I don’t wanna be a soup, Captain… Price: …right, how about I give you soup instead? Gaz: That’d be nicer. Price: Right. --

Soap: What the fuck knuckles is this? Valeria: *holding her hyper femme gf in her lap* She’s my girlfriend you intolerant shit. Soap: Whoa! Pump the hate brakes Fox & friends. I’m just surprised anyone would date you. Especially Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony. Y/N, on Valeria’s lap: You know that cartoon? Soap: No comment. Ghost: No, I think you should comment more, Johnny. Soap: NO. COMMENT. Moving on! Gaz: We’re gonna circle back to that. --

Graves: I think the term you’re searching for is ‘current captain’. Ghost: The words I’m searching for, I can’t say. Because there’s a rookie *motions to Soap* present. Soap: No no, say it. I can handle it. Ghost: You sure? Soap: Absolutely, L.T. Ghost: *looks at Graves* Fucking donkey lookin’ muppet bitch. Soap: Brutal blow, sir. Well done. --

Y/N: *comes in* Hey, Gaz, how old is your captain? Gaz: What? Y/N: No not like that…it is, it is like that. How old is he? I came into base, he asked if I needed anything to eat. I said ‘eat what’? Gaz: Okay, first of all, put my plate down and stop hitting on my captain! Y/N: Don’t get mad at me! I don’t even wanna be here. Y’all the ones that want me to be here. --

NPC: Ohhh if I weren’t a lady, I’d deck you! Fem!Y/N: Oh please. Try it and I’d have you on your back so fast you’d think you’re on a date. Ghost: *spits tea* Price, covered in tea: That was so unnecessary- --

Ghost: Mmph. Y/N: Dark room, avoidant, you seem tired despite sleeping for awhile…you wanna try and get out in the sun or do you just need to be in the sadness dungeon? Ghost: *holds up two fingers* Y/N: Would you like some tea for the sadness dungeon? Ghost: …Mhm. Y/N: Tea for the sad dragon coming up! Ghost: Mmph. (Aka “thank you”) Y/N: No problem! --

Y/N: Ya know sometimes there’s times in life where you just have to sit back and go, “ya know what? I’m proud of myself.” Gaz: Is this one of those times? Y/N: No- Soap: *wheeze* --

(Shibari reference)

Price: …alright, when I said we needed to restrain him in a way that ensured he couldn’t get out. This is not- Gaz: These are not military knots. Y/N: No, they aren’t. You all suggested knots that he would know how to get out of. You told me to get rid of that possibility. So, I did. Soap: He is tied…to the ceiling. Ghost: You kinky bitch. Y/N: *shrug* Price: Where did you even learn this? Y/N: That is for me and my daddy issues to know, sir. Don’t worry about it. Just wake him up so we can start interrogating him.

Graves: We can rule the world! Ghost: *turns to leave* Graves:: *watches him pull out something of Y/N’s* Graves: WH-YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK MY WIFE Graves: GHOST. G H O S T Ghost: *leaves* --

Graves: Let me log into Twitter- WAIT, IS THAT GHOST’S DICK!?! Ghost: I fucked your wife. Graves: AGGHHHHHH- --

Medic!Y/N: Don’t torture yourself Ghost. *snips bandage* Medic!Y/N: That’s my job.~ Ghost, internally: Stayfocusedwecannot- --

Price: We’re you listening to me at all? Y/N: No I was fantasizing about beard burn. Price: Pardon? Y/N: Huh? --

Ghost: He died of natural causes. Gaz: You pushed him off the roof. Ghost: Gravity is natural. --

Y/N: Nuh Uh, no. I’m not doing it. I have self respect, and I will not stoop so low as to- Gaz: *brings out 100£.* Y/N: -oooooo*takes money* I’ll have it done in an hour. --

Soap, looking at Konig: That man is a tree. Y/N: Then I'm a fucking squirrel. Soap: On the hunt for nuts then? Y/N: Famished for them. Ghost: Why do I sit with you two...

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year

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Title: Third Party.

Pairing: YandereLoid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (Spy x Family).

Word Count: 1.5k.

TW: Post-Reveal AU, Reader Is Sketchy, Implied Murder/Violence, Mentions of Blood, and Cheating (?).

“Are you sure you have to leave?”

You let the words ebb into a lazy drawl, dragging your fingertips down the length of his spine as you nuzzled into his back. Loid’s skin was a patchwork of scars, no more pleasant to run your hands over than dulled sea glass or sandpaper, but you did your best to savor it, to let your lips ghost over a blossoming field of discolored bruises before your attention rose higher – to the rows of fresh nail-marks that’d been carved from his shoulder to the middle of his back. Most of his injuries had been left by his patients, permanent testaments to his dedication to his work, but those scratches had been your doing. A little present for the kindhearted wife he was going home to, sooner or later.

The thought filled you with a smoldering sort of zeal, quick to gnaw at your better judgment and infest the empty void where your guilt should’ve been. You swallowed down your excitement, taking instead to slotting yourself against him as if you weren't praying for him to leave, as if you didn't have anything better to do than press your cheek against the nape of his neck, string your arms over his shoulders, and beg him to stay. “We never get to see each other, anymore. I miss you so much when we’re not together – it feels like someone’s trying to carve my heart out of my chest.”

Sappy, overly sentimental, almost embarrassingly aggrandizing towards the object of your affection. The type of praise that’d only appeal to a man who thought himself enough deserve not just his wife to confide in during the day, but a lover who would spend their nights at his side in faded hotel rooms, between sheets that’d seen better days. This one was nicer than most – the sheets unstained, the lights pleasantly dim, the furniture not completely saturated with stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. You had to assume it was supposed to be a gift. Loid wasn’t the type to flaunt an affair, but he’d gone out of his way not to bring you to another seedy, by-the-hour motel. If nothing else, you could appreciate a man willing to open his wallet.

There was a moment of quiet hesitation, then an airy laugh. You let go of him just in time for one of his arms to wrap around your waist, hauling you off of the mattress and into his lap, where he could bury his face in the crook of your neck without intervention. He held you like that for a long, agonizing second before pulling back, allowing just enough space between your body and his to press his lips against your temple, then into your own. The kiss was gentle, lingering, and you let yourself melt into it, into him. Genuine shows of adoration were rare, in your line of work. While you doubted Loid felt anything more towards you than lust-tinged fondness, he was a good enough actor to pull off the role of ‘Lovestruck Idiot’ with little to no breaks in his character. “You don’t know how much I want to,” he started, with a smile as hollow as the man who wore it. “But Yor’s at home with our daughter, tonight. It’d be cruel to leave her on her own.”

A slight pout, quickly traded for something more aloof. As if you were trying to hide your disappointment and doing a poor job of it. “Anya must really be a handful if you’re too worried to leave your wife alone with her.”

He was grinning, now, his expression tinted with something you didn’t quite recognize. He opened his mouth, but a knock on the hotel room’s door interrupted your hushed conversation. You frowned, but Loid didn’t seem bothered. “Why don’t you get that?”

“It’s probably just some drunk tourist. They’ll go away if we ignore them.” You brought a hand to his face, cupping his cheek. “I’d rather give my attention to—”

Another knock, this one a little more forecful than the last. Loid squeezed your side, almost playfully. “Answer the door.”

It wasn’t a question, this time.

Hesitantly, you pried yourself away from him, pushing yourself to your feet. Your clothes had been torn off and discarded hours ago, but you snagged Loid’s button-up off of the floor and shrugged it on as you approached the door, pausing once you reached the entryway. You cast a nervous glance towards Loid, who responded with an encouraging nod and a slight wave, gestures that would’ve been more suited for an anxious child, afraid to leave their parent’s side for the very first time. Biting into your bottom lip, you slowly undid the rusted latch and slid the deadbolt out of place, resting your shoulder against the cool wood as your hand found the knob.

Yor was on you as soon as you opened the door.

Her hands in your hair, her knee between your thighs, her mouth crashing into yours with enough force to bruise. She slammed your back against the nearest wall, knocking the air from your lungs and pinning you underneath her strength as her tongue invaded your mouth, as teeth clashed against teeth and pointed nails scrape against your scalp. It was a desperate connection, frenzied and feral, driven by something you couldn’t define and only broken by your mutual need for air – her breath coming in shallow, panted gasps when she finally pulled away from you.

Her attire was the first thing you noticed, her evening gown dark enough to blend into the shadows of the entryway and maimed brutally. A long gash ran from her hip to the hem of her skirt, another bisecting her midriff, revealing a slit of pale skin and sculpted muscle. There were a thousand more nicks in the fabric, a thousand more reasons for you to panic, but your stare was quickly drawn upward, to her face.

To the dots of blood splattered across her cheeks, still fresh enough to shine crimson in the dim light.

You opened your mouth, but didn’t have time to spit anything out before Yor snapped toward Loid, her disposition going from one of mindless desire to frantic apologeticness in the blink of an eye. “I’m sorry I’m late!” It seemed to come out louder than she intended it to, the words hasty enough to blend together as she stumbled through her crowded. "The governer wasn’t at home, and he had more guards than he was supposed to, and it took ages for—”

“As long as you’re not hurt, you have nothing to apologize for.” While you were stunned beyond words, Loid remained unaffected – indifferent to both his wife’s sudden appearance and your confusion. “Try to call next time, though. I was about to go out and see if you needed a hand.”

“Oh, I couldn't do that. Your job is already so much more stressful than mine - I can't ask you to do my work, too.” And just like that, she was brightening, any concerns she might've held about being late or injured or covered in blood dissipating in a matter of seconds. She turned to you, her hands falling to your own as she tugged you forward, towards the bed. You tried to pull yourself out of her hold, but her grip was vice-like, impossible to escape. She didn’t even seem to notice your futile efforts. If anything, she almost seemed shy, a pale blush creeping across her cheeks as she asked, “I… I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. Loid had been part of the job - seek out the target that the dark-haired man had identified, lure him into an affair, and keep up the act just long enough for his wife to catch and initiate a messy divorce. Sleeping with the aforementioned wife in addition to the mark you’d been paid to seduce had been a complimentary service, a creative touch to liven up an otherwise dull assignment, but you’d been careful, made sure neither of them had ever seen you with the other, never used the same shade of lipstick to stain Loid’s collar as you did to kiss Yor’s neck. You weren’t an amateur. You didn’t make mistakes like that. Neither of them should’ve known their partner knew about you, not unless they were both insane enough to come out and tell the other who they were going to see when they disappeared into cheap motels and empty offices. No married couple would be so honest about something so detrimental to their relationship. No normal married couple, at least.

But, you were starting to think that Yor and Loid didn’t fit into that category as neatly as you’d hoped they would.

“The poor thing must still be a little startled,” Loid chuckled, finally pushing himself to his feet. Yor perked up, and with an airy sigh, Loid nodded, the exchange as silent as it was coordinated. With no further permission needed, you were thrown onto the mattress, barely allowed to land before Yor was on top of you, latching onto your throat, pointed teeth burying themselves into the curve of your neck. The pain was immediate, searing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how much it hurt when Yor’s attention had already fallen to your collarbone, then your chest, her focus drifting lower while her affection remained just as hostile. Loid, as stoic and as sociopathic as always, positioned himself next to your head, watching his wife work with an expression that only betrayed the slightest trace of fondness – a pleasure so diluted, it might've just been a trick of the light. “You can relax. Yor’s been looking forward to this for months. I haven’t been much better, to be honest. Yuri's never sent anyone so...” He trailed off, letting his head lull to the side. “So tempting our way before., I suppose.”

He was cupping your face, as if to mimic your own dramatized mannerisms, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. Yor groaned against your skin, a noise that you could only guess was meant to signal agreement, and Loid broke into a small grin.

For once, you thought his smile might actually be genuine.

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spnexploration · 4 months

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A Christmas Case

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Dean drags you out of bed to go to a case, ruining your Christmas plans. But does he have a plan to make up for it?

Words: 1.1k

This is my submission for @spnfanficpond Secret Santa 2023 (ignore the fact it was posted in Jan 2024...) and is a gift for @apocalypseornaw ❤ Sorry for the delay!

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“Come on, we’ve got a case,” Dean said, shaking you awake.

“Fu’ offfff,” you grumbled at him. “You’re not allowed in my room.” What you’d really like was Dean to stay in your room permanently, maybe some ravishing… But that was never going to happen.

He chuckled, “Just channel that energy to the monster. We leave in twenty.”

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You sulked in the backseat. It was December 23rd, why the hell were you off on a case? You’d put in a little bit of effort at the bunker, getting a tree and some dollar shop baubles. That was all for naught, now.

Dean caught sight of you in the rear-view mirror. “What’s up with you, princess? We interrupt your beauty sleep?” You didn’t appreciate his teasing.

“I don’t see why monsters couldn’t give us the bloody holidays off.”

“It’s just another day in our line of work, don’t know why you got your hopes up.”

You glared at him. “Yes, how could I, when known Scrooge, Dean Winchester, was going to be trawling for cases at 6am on Christmas Eve Eve.” It was his own damn fault he wouldn’t be getting the present you’d spent a lot of time choosing for him.

“Hey! I didn’t even find it!”

You turned your glare to Sam, “Got anything to say, Second Scrooge Winchester?”

“I just have some google alerts set up, sorry.”

You crossed your arms.

“You might have been expecting a bit too much from a Christmas at the Bunker anyway,” Dean said in a tone of voice as if he was trying to make you feel better. “We’re not very good at Christmases.”

You rolled your eyes and looked out the window. The boys decided to let you be.

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You decided to keep a tally of how many people said something about the FBI making you work so close to Christmas: you were already up to 4 and it was only mid-afternoon on the first day. Happily the drive hadn’t been too long from the bunker to the crappy town where the case was, so you’d been able to get started straight away.

There was a giant Christmas tree in the main street of town. You felt like it was mocking you.

You dragged your feet as you followed the boys into the library, conveniently still open. You wondered if Dean even realised everything was going to be closed on Christmas Day. Serve him right if he couldn’t get pie that day.

You half-heartedly trawled some books, not really contributing to the research effort.

“Sorry,” Sam said quietly as he came to sit by you. “I didn’t mean to ruin your holidays.”

“It’s alright,” you said, not really feeling it but not wanting to sound petty, either.

“I can tell you’re upset. Hell, even Dean can tell you’re upset.”

“You know, Dean’s better at reading people than people give him credit for,” you said, always quick to defend inappropriate criticism of Dean.

“Ok, you’re right, that was a low blow. But you’re still upset, and I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, solve the case fast enough and maybe we can do Christmas on Boxing Day at least.”

He gave your arm a friendly squeeze before standing up again and heading back to the shelves.

“I think I found it!” Dean called from somewhere. You stood to go find him.

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It turned out to be a very quick case, over by late evening Christmas Eve. It was late enough that ordinarily you’d all head back to the motel room and go home early the next morning, but Dean suggested something different. “How about we head back to the bunker tonight, I’ll drive.”

“It’s pretty late,” Sam said, nursing a couple of injuries.

“You can sleep in the backseat until we get there. Won’t it be better to get to sleep in your own bed?”

“If you’re doing this for me, you don’t have to,” you said. “It’s fine, it’s just a stupid day. You don’t have to kill yourself driving late at night just for me.”

“No, come on, it’ll be nice to be back home.” He gave you that beautiful smile and you couldn’t help but melt.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Sam mumbled agreement and so you all piled into the Impala, Sam stretched out on the backseat. He was asleep almost instantly, and you weren’t too far behind.

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“Hey, hey,” you woke to Dean whispering your name and gently shaking your shoulder. “Wake up.”

You looked around blearily, this wasn’t the bunker. It looked like the middle of nowhere. You started to ask Dean, but he held up his hand.

“Shh, don’t wake Sam,” he said, still whispering. “Come out of the car for a sec, I’ll explain it all.”

You looked at him quizzically but followed, closing the door as quietly as you could behind yourself. Dean took your hand and pulled you around to the front of the car. Your heart was racing; this was different…

“I’m sorry Sam and I ruined the Christmas you had planned,” he said, standing very close to you. You looked up into his stunningly gorgeous face wanting nothing more than to kiss him, but knowing that he saw you like a little sister. “But I thought we could look for Santa delivering presents,” he said, gesturing to the huge expanse of the night sky you could see.

You laughed, “What am I, 7?”

“Well, ok, it doesn’t have to be Santa. But it’s a nice night for stargazing, and I wanted to make it up to you.” He reached up and brushed his thumb over your cheek. This was definitely new. You nodded in agreement and he took your hand again, pulling you up on to the top of the bonnet.

He scooted very close to you. You could feel his body heat, which was good in the freezing night air. You felt a wave of goosebumps break out over your skin, but you weren’t entirely sure if they were because of the cold or the proximity of Dean.

He reached behind him and grabbed a blanket you hadn’t seen was there, then put his arms around you and draped it across your shoulders. He was so close, so beautifully close. And yet, always so far.

He didn’t put his arms back down, like you were expecting.

He put a hand on your shoulder. What was he doing? He put his other hand on your cheek. So warm, so close. So... intimate.

You looked up into his big, green eyes.

He leaned in close.

Oh. Oh! This was happening!

His soft, Adonis-like lips were suddenly on yours. You closed your eyes and leant into the moment.

He pulled away, “Merry Christmas. Hope this makes up for having to be on the road.”

“Oh, this definitely makes up for it,” you said before capturing his lips again.

The stars looked down from above, forgotten.

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snwycde · 4 months

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Connected (Bang Chan) part 2

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 2.2k

warnings: none

summary: angsty - slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is NOT the first part!!! Here is part 1

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“Hyung, what do you mean you’re going to make a new solo song?!” Han sits up from the couch, “Would the company even allow that? We’re supposed to release this album literally this year.”

Chan leans back into his chair and grabs at his hair, “I just don’t feel like my song is as…it just doesn’t fit the vibe that I want it to give.”

Han put his hands onto his face, clearly stressed.

“Why don’t you like ‘Roads’?” Changbin swivels his chair around to look at Chan, “I think it’s good and the lyrics are good?”

‘Roads’ was Chan’s song that he wrote for stays, it’s his solo song in the SKZ-Replay album.

“I just don’t feel like I spent as much time on the song as you guys did with yours. Literally everyone has deeper meaning to their own songs, even Lino!”

Han looks up and turns to Changbin, “He has a point there. Lee know hyung isn’t one to be emotional and then he literally wrote 나지막이 (limbo).“

“Besides, the company will probably allow me to change it, it’s only June and we’re releasing it in December.” Chan sits back up, “And I’ll just release ‘Roads’ if I don’t come up with anything.”

Han shrugs at Changbin. Now it’s Changbin’s turn to lean back into his chair, “Why not. It’s not like we’re going to be able to change your mind.”

Chan starts packing up his things, “Good.”

“Where are you going?” Han questions his sudden movements.

“We’re done here… so I’m going?” he says as he places his laptop into his bag.

Another shared glance between Han and Changbin, a state of confusement since their hyung is never first to leave.

“Look I’ll meet you guys back at the dorm.” giving a peace sign before exiting the room, leaving Han and Changbin baffled.

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You have arrived, announces the car’s GPS.

Chan parks on the street outside of a building, Connections, a cafe. Chan looks at the outside before entering, he hasn’t been here in years.

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“Yeah, I’m gonna surprise him at the ice skating rink,” You say while getting in the car, “He doesn’t know that I came back during spring break.”

“I can’t believe you flew back for him, don’t you ever learn your lesson,” your friend announces after your phone connects to your car.

“Look it’s been rough between us for a while and I want to clear things up, I feel like we just need to see each other and things will go back to normal.” You turn on the car, “Jihyo, I know you’ve never liked him but you didn’t even give him a chance!”

You can hear a sigh on the end of the line, “Whatever babe, I love you. I’ll be back home later tonight.”

You return an I love you and end the call.

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“How long do you want to pay for?” an employee asks.

You check your watch, 11:30am, “I’ll stay for 2 hours.”

As you sit down and put on your skates you check your phone to see your boyfriend’s location, he’s been here for 30 minutes already.

You remember he said that he was planning on going ice skating with his friends today when you had called him last night, and since you didn’t know how to surprise him, why not here while he’s with his friends…?

The ice skating rink is filled with people, so you look before getting on the ice to see if you can see your boyfriend. You see him, wearing one of the jackets you had bought him, and warmth rushes to your cheeks.

As you step onto the ice you start towards him, the rink is quite large so you decide to call out to him, “Jae-”

You stop yourself once you see someone slide into him. A girl. Maybe it’s just an accident, you tell yourself. Jaebum, your boyfriend, wraps his arms around her, hugging her. You stop skating towards him, watching from a distance as he laughs and kisses her forehead.

Your heart stops, as your eyes follow the girl as she gets off the rink and walks towards the restroom.

You don’t even realize you're following her until, “Your hair is so cute!”, you say.

“Ah, thank you!” the girl blushes as she touches up her short black hair in the mirror, “I love your long hair, it's gorgeous!”

“You and your boyfriend look so cute together,” you take out your lip oil, what am I doing?

The girl notices your lip oil, “Omg I have that one too!” as she takes out the dior lip oil to show you, “yeah, he’s actually not my boyfriend…yet!”

You turn to her, heart breaking since she’s so sweet, “oh really?”, from your intuition, you know she doesn’t know you, she seems like a good girl.

“He’s taken me on a few dates here and there, but I haven’t decided if I want him to be my boyfriend,” she leans in to whisper, “he is just a bit older than me, haha.”

You pretend like you don’t know that and gasp, “Omg how old is he, how old are you?”

“He's only 3 years older than me, I’m 24.” she smiles.

“Me too!” you exclaim, suddenly all you want to do is scream at Jaebum.

“Well it was wonderful meeting you!” you say before waving bye and quickly exiting.

You spot Jaebum on the ice talking to one of his friends. As you get on the ice, his friend spots you before he could, “Y-Y/n?”

Jaebum turns around, color slowly leaves his face, “Y-y/n! What are you doing here!” He pretends to act excited as he looks around.

“Surprise!” you act, forcing your whole body to hug him back when he hugs you, it makes you want to throw up.

“What are you doing here?” he asks again breathlessly, “shouldn’t you be overseas?”

“Wouldn’t you like that,” you say under your breath before looking up at him, “Jagi, you’re wearing the jacket I got you! It looks so good!”

As you pretend to check him out in his jacket he starts to panic, “Aren’t you tired? You’re probably tired, you should go home and rest. I’ll bring dinner tonight!”

You stop and hold his hand, “omg jagi, I was in the restroom and I met the sweetest girl! You have to meet her.”

At that moment whatever color was left on his face left, it looked like his soul left his body, “jagi,” he starts, you wince at the nickname.

“Jaebum?” The voice behind you makes you smile.

You turn and look at the girl, on her face is pure confusement, you see her look at you holding his hand. Jaebum quickly wiggles his hand out of yours, your heart breaks a little.

“Miyeon-ah.” Jaebum takes place in between you both, “Look, I can explain.”

“Miyeon… what a cute name,” you sadly smile before looking at Jaebum, “I saw you hold her.”

“J-jagi, I didn’t mean it,” Jaebum puts his hands up.

“Jagi?” Miyeon questions, her face trying to put the pieces together, “Are you guys dating?”

You look at Jaebum waiting for him to answer her but he just stays silent, “Jaebum was my boyfriend.”

“Was?” Jaebum looks at you, but you’re still looking at Miyeon as she realizes the situation.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was in a relationship.” Miyeon’s face drops, “I should leave.”

“No don’t,” Jaebum then turns to her, “can I explain?”

“Please don’t, you have nothing to explain to me.” Miyeon replies before she waves to you and skates off.

Jaebum just watches her leave, “Y/n, I didn’t mean it, we were just good friends.”

You scoff at his words. You see his friend Jackson turn away not even believing him because he’s clearly in the wrong.

“How long?” That's all you wanted to ask, that’s all you wanted to know, maybe.

“Y/n please.” Jaebum takes your hands into his.

“How long, Jaebum.”

“I only took her on 5 dates. It started in June. It’s only been a month.”

“Only?” you look at him slightly hurt, “we’ve been dating for almost year and you’re gonna throw it away to have some fling?”

“I didn’t plan on getting that close to her, Y/n. you have to believe me.” Jaebum waves Jackson off to go elsewhere, “It was just a little lonely for me, you’re all the way overseas doing your stuff and you’re always busy nowadays.”

You pull your hands from his, “you’re blaming you cheating on me being busy?”

“That’s not what I’m trying to say, Jagi. I just want to say I’m sorry and that we can move on from this and grow stronger.” Jaebum holds your shoulders, “I didn’t mean to kiss her, it was always out of stress and loneliness, I just really missed you.”

“Kis– Jaebum don’t touch me.” you step away from him.

Jaebum moves to try to hug you, but his bracelet on his wrist starts going off notifying that his time on the ice is over.

“Look, do you want to go somewhere else and talk about this? Let’s try not to make a scene.” Jaebum sees Jackson getting off the ice, trying to move towards the exit.

“Make a scene? Seriously.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

You look at Jaebum, then check the time, you still have 45 minutes left before your time is up, “You should go.”

Jaebum looks at you, then his bracelet, “text me whenever you’re ready okay? I love you.”

You cringe at those words, yet watch his back as he heads out to leave in sadness, not wanting him to go.

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You’re in shock as you skate alone around and around the rink, trying to waste your time. You get a notification from your phone, Jihyo:

I get off a little late today, so I’ll bring some food home ;P

You decide to text her and tell her what happened, when you hear a voice say, “Bin I’m actually gonna leave you, you’re embarrassing me.”

This wakes you up from your deluded thoughts, and you stare at the two people who happened to be in front of you, one gripping onto the wall and the other, slightly taller than the other, blonde hair peeking out under his beanie.

“Chan?” you hear yourself whisper.

But you’re completely drowned out by another boy taller than them both coming by to completely push the one gripping onto the wall. As he’s desperately trying not to fall, that's when you hear it.

Chan’s laugh. The sweetest and most contagious laugh you’ve ever heard, it makes your heart ache yet feel so warm.

The laugh distracts you from your thoughts so well that it also distracts you from reality, you’re able to snap out of it, when you’re suddenly hit and falling to the ground.

“Ouch,” you grab onto your wrist that you fell on.

Your nose is suddenly filled with the scent of his cologne, bringing back memories you did not want to feel right now. Feelings starting to worsen your current heartbreak with a past heartbreak.

He starts, as he rushes to get up and off of you, “I'm so sorry. I am truly so sorry.” He stretches out his hand for you, “are you okay?”

Does he not recognize me? You wonder as you start to get up using the wall, “You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.”

Chan tries to make eye contact with you, “Do you need help or do you need anything?”

This is embarrassing, he’s the exact same as before. His actions start to irritate you, “”N-no, it’s really okay.”

I’m done here. This is the worst day ever. You’re thinking as you skate off.

You walk and text Jihyo, Jaebum cheated on me and I just literally ran into Chan.

You find your shoes and start taking off your skates. Your phone’s notification starts to go off, thinking it’s from Jihyo you pick it up, instead it’s from Jackson.

Hey y/n, look I know we’re not the closest, but I just wanted to say that I didn’t know you guys were even dating still. Jaebum told me and the guys that you guys broke up a little after you flew back to the States. I’m sorry that he’s been lying to you. - Jackson

This makes your eyes start to water, you’re not sure whether to be angry, hurt or –

“Hi I’m the guy who fell into you earlier”

5 years Chan, trust me I know you.

“I really am sorry about that, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You scoff at his words, they’re so familiar, “You want to make sure I’m okay?”

“Um yes,” hesitation in his voice, “I just want to know if I hurt you badly and you’re just hiding it.”

Hearing this from your ex is not the best feeling. Especially when he doesn’t even remember you, or does he? So you decide to make eye contact with him, feeling pathetic yet angry as you still have tears in your eyes, “No Chan, don’t worry you didn’t hurt me at all.”

His face suddenly drops, from the nice guy act he was playing, as he steps back a little he questions, “Shit, Y/n?”

“Sorry you might’ve forgotten me, my bad.” You stand up and brush his shoulder as you walk out.

author's note: OKAY so I think I'll release every day until this story is done, around 10-11 pm PST time 👍 I'm not entirely sure honestly but I'll try to be active as long as people want more 🙏

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drakoneve · 2 years

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The Poisoned Cup

request: Hey, dear! if you are taking requests could i get an angst imagine/oneshot Daemon x Martell fem!reader where she and Daemon are married (they really love each other) and she is pregnant and they are beaming, but reader ends up being poisoned and consequently loses the baby, feeling guilty she ends up running away, but before she leaves a letter for viserys asking for an annulment, before making any decision he talks to Daemon who is furious that she ran away and asks for an annulment + so he goes to Dorne after his wife, she doesn't want to see him at first but he doesn't give up, eventually they talk and reader expresses everything she is feeling just like he does, they cry together and he assures her that everything will be fine and asks her to come back with him, which she agrees to, please? (with a lot of angst, fluffy and happy ending)

pairing: daemon targaryen x y/n martell

word count: 3k (#oops)

warnings: fem bodied!reader, miscarriage, poisoning, reader’s feeling guilty and v depressed

a/n: i apologize if there are any mistakes regarding house martell, i don’t know much abt them. i also didn’t describe much of the reader besides longer hair

When your older brother Qoren Martell told you he’d arranged a marriage between yourself and Prince Daemon Targaryen with King Viserys, you were unbelievably angry with him that you wouldn’t speak to him for days. But eventually you came to accept that marrying the prince was your duty to keep peace between Dorne and the rest of Westeros following the war in the Stepstones.

Daemon talked to you before the wedding about how he wanted to wed you in the traditions of Old Valyria, and you agreed even though you were quite hesitant. In the end it was a beautiful ceremony and you felt undoubtedly connected to your new husband.

It wasn’t but three months after your wedding that your lady in waiting, Elaena, pointed out to you that you hadn’t had your monthly bleed. You visited the maester that morning and he confirmed you were indeed with child.

Everything was going smoothly until two months later, when Rhaenyra ended her search for a husband ended and King Viserys announced a marriage between his daughter and Ser Laenor Velaryon, son of Lord Corlys Velaryon of Driftmark. The feast of celebrations had begun and you sat at the end of the royal table in between Daemon and Lord Lyonel Strong, Hand of the King.

“Everything to your liking, my love?” Daemon asks, then sips on his wine.

You grin at him, pulling apart the sweet roll in front of you to get to the soft, warm center. “Mhm,” you hum. “We’re quite satisfied, dear husband.”

He reaches his free hand to rub your growing belly. You cover his hand with yours and continue on to dine on the fine food presented before you.

Unbeknownst to you, Ser Gerold Royce approaches the royal table.

“Your Grace, Princess Rhaenyra, congratulations are in order,” Ser Gerold greets the king and princess.

“We are honored to have you as a guest, Ser Gerold,” the king says graciously. “I must say, I was most distressed to hear of the Lady Rhea's tragic passing. I'm very sorry for your loss.” “Lady Rhea was a unique character. Her kind... is not soon to be seen again,” Ser Gerold says before turning to glare at Daemon. “In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes. Even Targaryens.”

“If there is anything the crown might do to aid House Royce...” Viserys tries to deflect, but Daemon doesn’t allow the show of disrespect.

“Who are you?” Daemon quips as if he hadn’t paid the man the slightest bit of attention until now.

“Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone,” he announces proudly with a puff of his chest.

“And?”

“I am cousin to your late lady wife, Rhea Royce.”

Your stomach clenches at the mention of Daemon’s first wife. You not only knew the truth of what happened, but you helped Daemon plan it out with the help of some of your spies in the Vale. They were married at the time Daemon proposed to you, and there was no way you believed Viserys would allow his rebellious brother an annulment or a second wife in the traditions of Old Valyria. The only solution either of you could come up with to open the negotiations for your hand in marriage was to rid Daemon of is bronze wife completely.

Daemon’s lilac eyes harden as he clenches his jaw before eyeing the man. “Ahh, yes,” he says finally. “Terrible thing. I was positively bereft. Such a tragic accident.”

“You know better than anyone, it was no accident,” Ser Gerold spits.

You gasp lightly, placing both hands on your stomach as if you were in shocked by the accusation. Daemon caught on and sat up in his seat, feigning concern on his features.

He turns back to Ser Gerold with fire in his eyes. “Are you confessing some guilt, Ser Gerold?”

“I am making an accusation.”

“You know, in King's Landing,” Daemon all but growls, “men are made to answer for their slanders. Even old bronze cսոts like you.”

Before Ser Gerold has the chance to come up with a rebuttal, chaos breaks out amongst those on the dancefloor. You can’t see exactly who, but a Kingsguard has overpowered someone you cannot see at all, and is pummeling down with a hard right fist.

Knights from behind the royal table rush forward upon the king’s command, furthering the tension in the room. At this point you’ve risen from your seat and secured a place behind Daemon, who has now drawn Dark Sister from her sheath.

The chaos lasts for a few more minutes but eventually the Kingsguard take control of the room, and the knight who began the fight in the first place was escorted from the throne room. Maids immediately begin working on cleaning the mess (minus the body removed by knights), and party goers resume dancing on the remaining dance floor.

Daemon pulls out your seat out for you and you kiss his cheek before taking your seat. You reach for your wine first before Daemon begins feeding you off his own fork and plate. After a few bites, alternating between the pork your husband was feeding you and the roll you were still tearing apart, a feeling of nausea began to overtake you.

You motion for Daemon to stop, at the same time placing your left hand over your stomach. “Daem, I don’t-“

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before you jump from your chair and turn around just in time to throw up behind the table and not in front of the entirety of the throne room. Daemon is at your side instantly as is Lyonel, and who is already yelling for the maesters. Before you can even really catch your breath, you get sick again.

Muscles in your abdomen tighten as a cramp shoots through you. You cry out in pain and Daemon can’t stand it anymore as he picks you up bridal style out of the throne room and to the privacy of your chambers where the maesters can take care of you properly.

Long after the throne room had emptied and Rhaenyra and Laenor were wed the maesters came looking for Daemon. Despite fighting to stay by your side, Viserys convinced his brother to step away from you and allow maester Orwyle to do his work.

Orwyle approached Daemon, accompanied by his brother and Lord Lyonel, with his hand laced together in front of him, a grim look upon his face. “Prince Daemon,” the maester begins solemnly. “I come with grave news. I’m afraid your lady wife has lost the babe, my prince.”

The news hits Daemon like a punch to the gut, but he swallows his grief for the moment. “And what of my wife? Is she alive?”

“Yes, my prince. She’s asleep now, I gave her milk of the poppy to ease her pains.”

Lyonel steps forward, “What’s the cause of such illness? The princess seemed fine all evening.”

Maester Orwyle nods grimly, “I believe the princess’s illness to be a direct result of greycap poisoning. How the princess ingested such a thing is yet to be discovered, but I will not stop until I’ve discovered it. Thankfully this is not the first time I’ve encountered such a thing.”

Viserys reached out a grateful hand and squeezed his trusted maester’s shoulder. “Thank you, Orwyle. Your services do not go unnoticed.”

Daemon turns away from the group of men and begins down the hall for your shared chambers.

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Two weeks after the attempted assassination and you finally began to feel healthy again. Daemon hardly left your side during your healing process like he no longer trusted anyone else in the world with your care. Maester Orwyle was still giving regular updates to Viserys which you advised him was unnecessary.

It wasn’t the poisoning that had been plaguing you the past couple weeks, it was the loss of your unborn babe. This was your first pregnancy, and neither you or Daemon could’ve been happier to receive the official word from the maester. Everything was going well in terms of the pregnancy until the attempt on your life.

You couldn’t help but spend your time recovering riddled with the guilt of the idea that you could’ve- should’ve done more to protect your baby. Your one job for nine months was to home and protect your baby and you felt you’d failed completely. As a wife, especially to someone of Daemon’s status- the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, your job was to give your husband as many heirs as possible, and you couldn’t even do that.

The guilt had been eating away at the strong resolve you’d built over the years of being an outspoken woman in court. You’d failed your husband, your one true love. Now, even weeks later and after everything he’d done to support you, you found it difficult more now than ever to meet Daemon’s eyes.

When you first learned you were with child you were beyond ecstatic as was Daemon. Despite his previous union, Daemon had yet to become a father and was looking forward to becoming one. You hadn’t any children either and the two of you spoke often of various names for your unborn babe, and began to pick out some of Westeros’s finest silks and fabrics for clothes to be sewn. Now there was no need.

How he didn’t revolt away in disgust, you had no idea. You couldn’t understand why Daemon would stay so loyally by your side when you’d been so unprepared to give him a healthy child. Daemon’s own loyalty did nothing ut remind you just how majorly you’d failed him, and this worked as the straw that finally broke down all the fight you’d had left.

So, you wrote the king a letter.

King Viserys I Targaryen,

I must first apologize to you for the chaos my circumstances has caused the Red Keep as it was never my intentions to cause such disruptions within your court. My brother Qoren stressed the importance of my union with your brother Daemon, and the past year I’ve spent as his wife has been the happiest year of them all.

So it is with a broken heart, and the purest of intentions, that I graciously ask you to annul my marriage to Daemon so such tragedies do not continue to plague your court.

I leave for Dorne as soon as I hand off this letter, where I will be awaiting your word in Dorne alongside Qoren. I thank you for the kindness and generosity you have shared with me this past year, your Grace. I wish you good health and fortune.

Sincerely,

Lady Y/n Targaryen of House Martell.

And true to your word, you along with your lady in waiting Sylva, whom you’d known from before your marriage to Daemon, snuck out of the Red Keep from under the guards’ noses and set out for Dorne.

Viserys received the letter hours after your departure, just as you’d instructed the maid to do, after Daemon had taken off on Caraxes for Dragonstone on crown business. In the time that he’d known you, the king had never known you to be one to hide away in a dark corner when trials and tribulations came your way. The king knows Martells to live honorably by their words “unbowed, unbroken, unbent,” a sentiment that had been proven when he met you.

Unfortunately for the king, Daemon would not return for another day or so, and therefore would be delayed in receiving the news of your departure for Dorne. Viserys wanted to keep the matter close at hand as he hadn’t wished for yet another set of rumors to go swirling about about Daemon. He feared his brother’s reaction should he have sent a messenger to Dragonstone to inform the rogue prince, so Viserys decided to wait until Daemon’s return to deliver the news himself.

That’s exactly how Viserys met Daemon two days later in the Dragonpit. Daemon had just barely slid from the saddle strapped to Caraxes when approached by the king.

Before wither man has the chance to utter a word, Viserys extends his hand out to his brother, your letter in hand. “This was delivered to me two days ago, brother. I was hoping to have the matters resolved before your return, but I’m afraid I have been unsuccessful in reaching Y/n.”

Daemon snatches the letter from Viserys’ hand at the mention of your name and he wastes no time in reading it. His first reaction is anger- how dare you leave King’s Landing? How dare you leave him, your husband? The parchment of your letter crumples in his closing fist as Daemon turns away from his brother and back to Caraxes.

“Daemon!” Viserys lurches forward, trying to reason with his temperamental younger brother. “you must proceed with caution, Daemon! Your actions are sure to have dreadful consequences should you not think before you act.”

Daemon whips back around to face the king, shoving him hard once in the chest with both hands. “I do not need you to govern how I act, brother. Much less in the matters involving my wife.”

With that, Daemon mounted the great blood wyrm and set out for Dorne just as he had the first time.

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Qoren wasn’t exactly pleased with you upon your return, moreso afraid of what Daemon might do to Dorne as a result of your abandonment. Though you confidently assured your brother King Viserys would handle the matters, you weren’t entirely convinced yourself.

Daemon was as unpredictable as any man, though twice as dangerous on the back of a fire breathing dragon. Even the time the two of you spent together would not ensure your safety should the wrath of House Targaryen turn its ugly head towards Dorne.

Despite the circumstances, you were happy to be home. Before your marriage you had never left Dorne before, and you’d missed the familiar comforts of your homeland while you were away. You spent time with your brother and some of his friends, catching up on all the Dornish things you’d missed while you were away.

After the second round of wine began to be poured, a member of the Martell Guard steps forward towards Qoren. “My prince, a dragon has been spotted circling overhead.”

Qoren looks to you first as if telling you to deal with the problem yourself. You sigh and reluctantly stand from your seat. “I shall take care of it,” you announce.

Daemon has landed outside the gates of Sunspear and already dismounted from Caraxes. The moment the gates opened and he first caught a glimpse of you, he began making his way to you. You met him halfway despite the tightening knots of nausea twisting in your stomach.

Still you don’t meet Daemon’s eyes as he approaches you, afraid of his fury. Daemon is but two steps from you now and he finally plants his feet. “Imagine my dismay,” he begins. “upon returning home to King’s Landing only to be informed my lovely wife had fled back to the sun scorched sands of her homeland after asking my own brother to free her from our marriage. Tell me, wife, did you intentionally wait until I had departed from the Keep to make your escape? Or was it purely circumstance?”

His lilac eyes are furious. Daemon is no doubt holding his tongue to keep from saying something he might truly regret. A part of you wishes he wouldn’t, however. You wish he would let go and take out his anger on you, as you believed you deserved it.

Tears began to well in your eyes as you finally met your husband’s gaze. “I only meant to rid you of your burdens, my prince. A man of such status as you musn’t be burdened by the troubles of a wife who cannot provide..”

Somehow you don’t have it in yourself to finish your sentence before erupting into uncontrollable sobs. Daemon reaches out for you and pulls you into a tight embrace despite your desperate pleas. He allows you to cry into his chest for a moment before grasping your face in his large hands and forces you to look at him.

It’s only then you notice his eyes are red and wet with tears as well. “You had nothing to do with the poison, or with the death of our babe, dear wife. Had it been up to us, our dragon would still be in your belly, would it not?”

“Yes,” you cried pitifully, reaching one hand down to caress your stomach where you once felt the growing of your babe. “I want my baby, Daem. I want my baby.” You all but collapsed in your husband’s arms, using his large stature as support.

“I know,” he replies, voice thick with emotion. “and I swear to you, Y/n, that I will not stop until I have Ser Gerold’s head on a spike. Until then, my love, we can always try for another if you so wish.”

You pulled away, sobs ceased for the moment. “Ser Gerold? Of Runestone? What does he have to do with these matters?”

Daemon clenches his jaw before relenting. “I believe, as does Maester Orwyle, Ser Gerold is behind the attempt on your life and the murder of our babe. I planned to make way for Runestone upon my return to the Keep, but I’m afraid I’ve been side tracked.”

In that moment the guilt that had settled itself in your gut quickly turned to a bright hot rage. “Take me with you,” you demand forcefully. “and we shall show Ser Gerold, and the rest of the realm, just what happens when you scorn the house of dragons.”

A wicked grin spreads across Daemon’s face before he offers you his hand. “Come, dear wife, and we shall show them all.”

You grasped his hand in yours before beginning towards Caraxes, but not before Daemon pulls you to a stop and leans down to bring you into a kiss. Daemon has never been one to kiss you slowly, typically opting for quick kisses in the eyes of others, and more passionate kisses for the bedroom.

But now as the two of you stand wrapped around each other in the Dornish heat, he kisses you softly, slowly. As if he’s trying to tell you he loves you in the only way he knows how.

When the two of you finally part, you smile up at him. Your first genuinely happy smile in nearly a month. Perhaps Viserys knew just what he was doing in delaying your request for that annulment.

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intuitivesef · 1 year

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Your future spouse’s main love language

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Don’t second guess yourself when choosing a card. Trust your intuition.

Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t.

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Pile 1:

Gifts.

Your future spouse's main love language is gifting. They like to receive gifts and spoil you with them as well. Now, I keep hearing about material possession. The thing is, they aren’t focused on luxurious items. If you were to give it to them, they would cherish it with their hearts, but if you gave them something else like a teddy bear, they would cherish it the same. When you buy them something, their heart will flutter because it reminds you of them. So many goosebumps and butterflies.

How do they express this love language?

I can see someone buying their lover something cute for valentines. I see chocolate, a teddy bear, and roses, the cliché gift of valentines, but there is also a mystery gift. So they like to gift you the everyday traditional things in love, but they also like surprising you with fancy things. I heard fancy luxurious items. Not like Gucci or Louis Vuitton, but I’d say a fancy item from their heart. Are you catching on? They like making you gifts that come from the heart. They’ll make you craft items, clothes, jewelry, etc. They will also go big with their presents. So for example, it's your birthday? Expect them to go wild. Flower petals at the entrance of the door coming to the bedroom. Candlelight dinner. Anything romantic they can find or buy. I won't spoil the surprise for you.

Songs that resonated with this reading:

It's Gonna Be Me – NYSC

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Pile 2:

Gifts and Acts of Service

We are talking about one main love language and yet I channeled two, so this pile’s lover is so open about their love about you with everyone. That explains why I channeled two and questioned it. They like spending their money on you and doing things for you. For example, they will take you to a fancy restaurant, pay for it, then buy you something you like, then do something else, etc. This truly is an endless loop of love. I cannot express this enough, but this isn’t a red flag where they will change their personality within seconds (this is a confirmation for someone with doubts or feels like they aren’t worthy of it. One thing, why? You’re worthy of so much love, understood)? It’s just they had a shitty childhood, learned to become better than their guardians, healed from the situation, and made peace with it. They’re into PDA (public display of affection) and holding hands are prominent.

How do they express this love language?

If you want something then they will buy it for you in an instant. I see them taking care of you physically and mentally. Prioritizing your feelings and theirs in the relationship. This relationship will never be one sided. They will do the chores too. They take things like this seriously. If you feel connected to having a feminine body then don’t expect to be a housewife or do all the chores. “Who the fuck said you’re doing that? Traditional roles? No. it’s a 50/50 relationship. I know not everything can be 50/50, but as long as we’re working hard to make this relationship work then don’t expect that bullshit from me. If you really want that… then I don’t think I can do that. It will make me feel shameful and hurt.” I’m picking up a sad shift. They have a sad energy saying this. Makes me sad to write the last part but I won’t lie to you to keep you from being sad. I can’t see them allowing traditional roles to be prominent in the relationship regardless of their gender.

Songs that resonated with this reading:

A Girl Worth Fighting For – Mulan

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Pile 3:

Physical touch

Your future spouse's main love language is physical touch. I keep hearing, “touch, touch, touch,” and I see a lot of kissing. They’re very expressive with their love for you so expect a lot of make out sessions. Yeah, I mean.. a lot. Good luck. If you were to kiss them out of nowhere, expect them to get flustered. A red face and a big smile are what I’m picking up. They definitely like stealing a small glance at you for no reason. Looking at you for no reason. I truly feel this person is like, hmm, why don’t I just make you flustered or make you kiss me unexpectedly. They like your lips and I’m hearing it’s a turn on. If you kissed their knuckle or hand, omg.. they died. The energy I’m feeling is literally so cute right now. “THEY KISSED ME. THEY KISSED. FUCK FUCK WHAT DO I DO. HEEEEEEE, MY FACE, CALM UR FACE, CALM IT, AND DON’T SHOW A REACTION. I REPEAT DON’T SHOW A REACTION AND JUST ACT UNBOTHERED.” Well, I hope you kiss their hand or knuckle every second because this is cute. Do it while remaining eye contact and they will truly explode.

How do they express this love language?

As mentioned before, they are very touchy and they like to kiss you, so expect kisses everywhere. Forehead, cheeks, hands, neck, etc. I’m not really picking up PDA (public display of affection), but it’s like they prefer to show this love to you in private. “I’m not letting anyone and I MEAN ANYONE jinx my love for you twinkle dinx.. HAHA, I’m sorry. I’m joking. Princess/prince is what I meant.” They obviously like bantering (joking) around with you. This adds to what I see. I see playful physical touch. I also can see someone coming behind to their future spouse and hugging them around their waist. Both of you are enjoying this moment and they whisper a funny joke in your ear. Ruining the moment in the best possible way because you’re both laughing so bad. I do see you choking on your salvia though, so expect a lot of laughs.

Songs that resonated with this reading:

Colony – Isaac Dunbar

Bleeding love - Leona Lewis

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McDuck Family Members Most Likely to Start Sh*t at Thanksgiving Dinner

Ah Thanksgiving. The holiday celebrated on the 4th Thursday of November (in America that is), one with food, family, and celebrating what we’re thankful for! (Wanna feel bad? Learn about the holiday’s origins!)

And no family is quite as big as the found family from DuckTales; so arguments are bound to happen at a dinner table filled with so many zany characters with interesting pasts and quirks. Let’s honor those who would throw the first punch at a family dinner, shall we?

Bentina Beakley

I wanna cut Beakley some slack. She most likely had a long day before dinner even started what with all the preparations she did for dinner. Not just cooking for 20+ family members plus other side/recurring characters but also the cleaning and presentation

But let’s face it. This woman can be so condescending at times. And judgmental. You just know if someone is showing up to dinner wearing jeans and sweater she’d have something to say about it. And she strikes me as someone who would slam the dishes while cleaning them only for someone to say, “Hey Beakley do you need help with the dishes?” and then she’d be like “No. It’s fine. I got them”

But it’s not fine. Go help her with the dishes. She deserves a break

Dewey Duck

When I was first thinking about this list I originally thought “No way any of the triplets would start anything on Thanksgiving” Huey is a good boy and Louie would definitely take it easy on a day where you’re legally allowed to sit around, be lazy, and eat food. But then I remembered Dewey and how much of a diva he can be

We know Dewey is an entertainer and with everyone coming to dinner, he has a huge “captive” audience that he can perform for. Whether it be an original Thanksgiving song, a one man Dewey show about the first Thanksgiving, a sonnet about a bonnet, or a very special Thanksgiving episode of Dewey Dew-Night; that kid will want all the attention in him. And the very second the spotlight is taken off, oh boy…

Gladstone Gander

Look at this prick. Don’t you wanna slap his face!?!Anyway I love Gladstone Gander, but he’s the kind of family member that just would go on and on about himself and bring every conversation back to him again and how great his life is

That’s great Gladstone. Happy for you, the rest of us have to pay for our sushi but cool. Glad your good luck is really paying off, jerk

But honestly. It’s his tone. It’s the kind of tone that gives off that he knows he’s starting shit but won’t admit it

Goldie O’Gilt

I mean, it’s Goldie. What else can I say?

Gandra Dee

Oh man. There’s so many different ways controversy would start with this morally gray ex-FOWL agent and I’m here for it. Let’s face it, out of all the characters present, Gandra Dee would most likely be the one to bring up the holiday’s horrible origins. If anyone is making it their duty to make a rich white family uncomfortable on Thanksgiving, it’s Gandra Dee

She’d get political and even directly ask Scrooge who exactly he voted for in the past two Presidential elections (he claims to be progressive, but he’s still the richest duck in the world. Just how many tax cuts is this man getting to keep that status?)

Oh and what about the treatment of her overwork and underpaid boyfriend? Why is he still working in the bathroom?

Oddly enough, I can see her and Scrooge bonding over a mutual disdain for Gladstone Gander. What a prick

Kit Cloudkicker

It’s not that exactly what Kit does that’ll start a fight, but what he doesn’t do.

Kit is the kinda guy that was supposed to bring a dessert but totally forgot to pick something up from the bakery so instead he’s stopping at the gas station on the way to dinner to pick up some Twinkies

Kit is the kinda guy that would “take a walk” before dinner and not do anything to hide the scent and now all the kids are wondering how a skunk got inside

Gyro Gearloose

It’s Gyro. Something is bound to piss him off at some point

Doofus Drake

I am so tired of the fandom not including Doofus in this found family (Louie and him made up and are friends now and BOYD is his brother, sorry it’s canon) so he’s here on the list

But he’s still a new addition to this family. And a weirdo and a rich brat with a lot of issues that someone should seriously help him with. He’s gonna make everyone uncomfortable. Is it intentional? Or is he just being Doofus? Who knows

What I do know is this, don’t eat the dish he brought.

Della, Donald, and Scrooge!

The original three!

These three are responsible for splitting up the family in the first place so it’s no surprise that they’re number one on this list!!

Yes they’ve squashed their beef with one another and moved past the Spear of Selene, but they are still themselves

The ones most likely to start shit over the dumbest things

These three are going to be bickering over who should carve the turkey. And the argument will be so loud and hectic that no one will question why a bunch of birds are eating a turkey

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this list. It wasn’t meant to slander any characters, just did it for fun. Happy Thursday everyone.

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The Forgotten One Chapter One: Cheers to Four Years

Pairing: CEO!Jack Harlow x Amnesiac!Reader

A/n: First chapter of The Forgotten One Series! So excited to do my first Jack Harlow AU. It’ll be emotional and stressful but hopefully you all enjoy it!

Warnings: car accident description, hospital stay and description of injuries.

When your alarm sounded that morning, you were ready to go. There was so much to do today with so little time to get it all done. With a mental list in mind, you tried to sit up in bed to grab your phone and type it all out but a heavy weight pulled you right back down to reality.

“Don’t know where you’re about to go without a good morning kiss or anything? On our anniversary no less? My god.” Jack whines, pressing his lips to your bare shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed. “Happy anniversary baby, you’re the love of my life.”

“That’s better isn’t it?”

The man’s smile says it all. He pulls you further into his arms, allowing your upper body to rest on top of him. “This—this is better.”

“Ever since you moved in, I think I’ve slept a lot better. Having this be our home instead of just mine has brought me so much peace. You bring me peace. Happy anniversary y/n.”

The kiss started off slow, lips lightly brushing together and filled with anticipation. Jack’s hands roamed your body, his hands finding purchase on the small of your back. He drew small circles against the sheet that was still covering your body, deepening the kiss. “We should skip work today, spend some quality time celebrating. Four years is a pretty big deal, you know?”

“It is a big deal but I have a big meeting at work today that I absolutely cannot miss. So I gotta go before I’m late. You and I both know my boss is all about us being 15 minutes early or we’re late while he shows up whenever he wants.” You tell him with a giggle, poking his nose.

He watches you get up from the bed and huffs out a breath, looking miserable. “So you’ll leave your boyfriend in bed who loves you so much to go see your terrible boss?”

“Yes, yes I am. Because this is my dream job and on the bright side he’s very sexy. So at least I’ll have something to look at.” After getting ready, you give him one last peck on the lips and tell him you have a gift for him tonight after dinner.

Pulling into your parking spot at Churchill Downs Inc. will never get old. The company was a foundational part of the state of Kentucky and you were lucky enough to get a small HR position out of college and steadily worked your way up to Director of Operations. Another girl who started at the company at the same time you did had climbed the ladder with you along the way and without Cleo’s support and encouragement during some very trying times, there was no way you’d be where you are today.

After swiping your company ID, you took the elevator up to your office on the 13th floor, welcomed by your assistant Ben who held your favorite coffee in his right hand and an overview of who would be attending the meeting in his left. Cleo came in a few minutes later to give a numbers update for you to present to the board, and to make lunch plans.

“I’m probably gonna order us some Proof on Main because I’m not leaving here until 8 tonight. Need to meet with Elijah down in accounting to make sure we’re on track and he’s been kind of hard to track down so I’ll be here for a while.” Cleo sits down on the couch in the corner of the room. She claims it’s her designated spot. “What time are you and Jack going to dinner?”

“Reservations are for 6:30 I think. So I’ll probably head out around 4:45.”

“I seriously cannot believe you guys have been together for four years,” she laughs. “Do you remember when we—“

“We don’t have to talk about the dark ages. Not when we had cubicles by the bathrooms and packed tuna sandwiches for lunch because we had to save our money to pay bills.” A shiver went down your spine at the thought of living paycheck to paycheck while having to dress up for various fundraisers and galas on a very small budget.

“Those were the days. Wouldn’t want to spend my nights watching ‘Good Girls’ and eating ramen on the couch with anyone else. I love you and I’m really glad we get to do this together every day.” Cleo states proudly, wiping a fake tear from her eye.

You stood up from your seat to grab her hand in agreement. “I love you too. And I will see you in 30 after my meeting. Wish me luck.”

“Please, you don’t need luck. You run this shit.”

Walking into a board room to speak in front of a group of men lit a fire under you that was hard to explain. Yes, Cathy and Rachel were on the board as well but they had probably been sitting in these meetings since you were in middle school. You walked around to the front of the board room and handed out the information sheets, giving everyone access to the numbers you’d be referencing and where they came from in case there were any questions. The entire board was in attendance, except your boss. Of course he’d demand that everyone be early and he was nowhere to be found. After giving it five minutes to see if he’d show up, you began to speak.

“Okay so I’m going to keep it short and just go over some big picture things for you all so everyone is on the same page regarding the schedule. We have racetrack inspections starting Wednesday and the repair crew will come in some time after to give a final ‘all clear’ and—“

The door opens and he walks in wearing a beige knitted top with olive green pants and brown New Balance 550s. How wonderful it must feel to be a modern day CEO. And comfortable. He simply sat down at the opposite end of you and was immediately handed all the necessary paperwork to catch up.

“As I was saying, we’re starting the newest season in the fall. Sports books open back up in six weeks which means that we need to beat out the numbers from last quarter. You all know that we had record breaking numbers in both wagers at $796 million and profit, which was at $319 million. From where we’re at today this quarter’s target numbers are $803 million in wagers and $360 million in profit.” You looked to the table at the impressed faces staring back at you, feeling proud. There was a very limited number of questions and the meeting was adjourned, everyone heading back to their respective offices, except for your boss who stayed behind as you grabbed your stuff.

“What could you possibly have been doing to show up to this meeting 12 minutes late?” You questioned him as he scrolled through his phone, very unmoved by your annoyed tone of voice.

“I’m sorry,” he put his phone down and stood up, placing his hands on your shoulders, making you relax a bit. “My girlfriend and I have pretty big plans tonight and I just had to make sure that Sadie cleared my schedule. You know she forgets things sometimes.”

You scoff, feeling tension in your shoulders again. “That’s because she wants to fuck you. So badly. Everyone knows that.”

“Well sometimes good things happen when you have sex with your boss. Like a four year, extremely stable, healthy and sexy relationship? Best thing that ever happened to you?” Jack beams, kissing your forehead.

“Hm, I guess life with you isn’t so bad, boss.”

“Hey enough with the dirty talk y/n. We’re on the clock.” He states, walking in front of you, getting ready to open the door.

“I literally didn’t say anything remotely sexual.”

He stops right as his hand touches the door handle, turning around to face you. His ocean eyes filled with pure adoration. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know I want you, all the fucking time.”

“Good thing you have me all to yourself then, huh?”

Your boyfriend gives you a knowing look, “I can’t wait to show you tonight how grateful I am to get to be with you.” He pecks your cheek and fully opens the door, heading back up to his office.

Before you knew it, 5pm hit and it was time to head home and get ready for dinner. You opted for a black leather miniskirt, a black top with an olive green trench coat and boots. Jack was leaning on the kitchen counter, typing away on his laptop clad in an all black outfit. Of course. After showering you with compliments and sneaking in a few cheeky kisses, it was time to leave.

The two of you headed off to the restaurant and were immediately seated in a private section for some much needed peace and quiet. He never really drank but for this occasion, he ordered two glasses of their most expensive wine.

“Cheers to us. Four years down, the best time of my life.” Jack declared, a light clink of your glasses hitting each other the only other sound in the room. “Here’s to so many more adventures together. I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too. Cheers bubs.”

He laughs, shaking his head at the nickname that secretly made his stomach tingle. “So…gifts. I know we said we wouldn’t make a big deal out of it this year but I feel like we’ve been working so hard and haven’t actually gotten to spend time with each other for more than a day outside of work in the last few months…”

“Jackman, what did you do?” You mused.

“We’re going to the Maldives in two weeks. Just you and me and a California king bed overlooking the second most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. The first is you being naked if I wasn’t making myself clear.”

“No, I got it.” You reassure him with a giggle. This was really the man you chose out of all others in this world. “And I think it’s a great idea. Thank you my love.”

“Anything for you, pooks.”

Now it was your turn. “I’ve literally been looking for something to get you for months because what the hell do you get someone who already has everything they could possibly want? And I figured it out. You’re always in the office until late and I miss you. So I got an upgrade for your home office and it’s being set-up as we speak. It's a noise canceling Livit Studypod so you won’t have to physically be in your office to get that quiet feel you need when you’re trying to focus. That way I can just be downstairs if you need a break or whatever.”

“That is actually perfect, you’re a fucking genius.”

“I know.” You respond, taking a bite of your food. “It’s why you fell in love with me, even if I didn’t like you. Not even a little.”

Jack sighs, thinking back to a time that felt like centuries ago. “And now look at you. Can’t get enough of me.”

“If that’s what you tell yourself so you can sleep better at night then I’m gonna let you have it.”

On the way home, you and Jack were belting out “Candy Girl” by New Edition. He remembered going straight right after the light turned green. Everything happened so quickly after that, but also the world seemed to be going in slow motion. The other car must have been going at least 60 mph when it hit the passengers side. There was glass…everywhere. His all black Aston Martin DBX spun eight times before smashing into the median, leaving behind an overwhelming smell of burned rubber and gas. Bystanders watched in horror as the Prince of Kentucky and his longtime girlfriend were pulled out of the totaled car, placed on stretchers and heaved onto different ambulances. The scene looked catastrophic and all anyone could do was pray and hope for the best.

Two days went by. Two days full of national news coverage about the young CEO of Churchill Downs Inc. and the accident. The man who hit them walked away with a few bruises on his face and a broken nose from the airbag as well as getting arrested for driving under the influence. The only sounds that could be heard in Jack’s hospital room was the steady beep of the machines and his dad Brian’s soft snores. It was the first time in 37 hours that he’d actually slept. His mom was sitting next to the bed, nursing her ninth cup of coffee in the last day.

The first thing he felt when he woke up was the searing pain in his left shoulder. Then the fact that his lips were chapped and he was in desperate need of some water. He blinked his eyes open and attempted a deep breath, groaning at the painful sensation that resonated throughout his entire body.

“Jack? Sweetie, hi.” Maggie whispered, tears escaping the exact same blue eyes that were now staring back at her. “You’re awake. How—” she blew out a breath that she’d been holding since she arrived at Norton Hospital. “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? I can—I can call someone to give you more meds or—”

“I’m fine, mom.” He rasps out his voice hoarse from lack of use. “How’s y/n? I need to see her. Where is she?” Jack mutters, getting himself ready to stand up from his bed. His dad and Clay pop up immediately, broken out of their sleepy daze to ease him back down.

“You can’t go anywhere bro.” Clay tells him. “You broke your collarbone, a grade two concussion and got a pretty nasty cut on your shoulder.”

His dad places a comforting hand on his good shoulder, “just take it easy son. She’s just next door and we’ll take you to her when you’ve got a little more energy.”

“Fine.” Jack scoffs, feeling too tired to argue. “Is she okay at least? Can you tell me anything?” The trio exchange looks that make him feel like they’re preparing him for the worst. “Somebody please tell me. I can—I can handle it.” He whispers, trying to settle his breaths. And even though everyone in the room knew that he definitely would not be able to handle it, they had to tell him.

Maggie sat at the side of the bed and placed a hand on her son’s leg. “Honey, she’s not awake yet. And it’s not looking good. The—impact of the crash caused some swelling in her brain and they had to put her in a medically induced coma. They’re still running tests but she,” his mom pauses at the look in her son’s eyes. It was like the light had gone out in them and the more she spoke, the more despondent he looked. “You should probably get some more rest. We’ll grab you some water and food so you can get your strength back? How does that sound?”

He didn’t respond, just gave her a simple nod and reclined the bed back a little so that he could lay down more comfortably, even with his injuries. The thought of you sitting there helpless and in pain was ten times as painful as his collarbone or anything he was experiencing. His family stepped outside and he knew they were whispering about him but all he could hear was the consistent dripping sound of his tears onto the pillow under his head.

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thequeer07puss · 3 months

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On Hera and Zeus’s marriage: a rant

I’ve seen a lot people get mad at Zeus because his application of marriage in mythology is a bit more flexible than what we’re used to, while misunderstanding the theological and cultural realities that surround it

The Native Hera and the Foreign Zeus

Long ago, before what is now known as the Greek pantheon was a thing, the Greeks worshipped the goddess now known as Hera, and she was their main goddess. Some time later, another group of people, recognisable as derived from Proto-Indo-European descent through their worship of a sky father (Zeus), either conquered or merged with the existing culture of the time.

These two groups, to avoid too violent of a clash while merging, made their patron deities spouses to make the transition more smooth for everyone, effectively breaking the Proto-Indo-European pattern of sky god-earth goddess duos, while still being present to a lesser extent in the form Demeter’s brief marriage with Zeus.

Divine marriage

Now, we all know Zeus in his myths was quite a womaniser, both because of his function as an All-Father, and as his function as the representation of Ancient Greek patriarchal society where men could have as many extramarital affairs and women could not. Note the fact that this was completely allowed and accepted in Ancient Greece, and that other male deities with known spouses still slept around without their wives getting angry (eg Poseidon and Dionysus).

Why is that so? One could simply dismiss this by saying that Hera is just “being jealous”, but the answer is deeper than the surface level.

The marriage of Zeus and Hera is meant to be egalitarian, meaning that they occupy the same position and receive the same amount of honour in Olympian society, and Hera, as defender and mistress of Olympus, has to constantly check whether or not there is a breach of that egalitarian semi-open marriage or an attack on her honours as both queen of the gods and equal partner of Zeus.

Now, Hera is well-known for her fury against Zeus’s mistresses, and while this may seem funny/tragic to people, it’s not rlly ALL of them that had that treatment. The only ones of Zeus’s mistresses (that I know of) that received any kind of attack from Hera were Leto, Alcmene and Semele. (This ill reputation of Hera as a jealous wife might mostly be due to Heracles, but we’ll get back to him later)

Leto and Semele

Leto was one of Zeus’s previous wives before Hera came in power, and she conceived her children, Apollo and Artemis after Zeus and Hera got married (UPG). Semele was a mortal princess from a very important family line, who Zeus took a liking to and came down to often, even swearing to her on the river Styx to give her anything she wanted. This could tickle Hera the wrong way for 2 reasons: Leto, a previous queen, and Semele, a mortal, may have started to feel proud of Zeus’s special attention, and that their children (Apollo & Artemis, and Dionysus respectively) were destined to eventually enter her home due to them being very important. The first point could just be a reminder of Hera’s supremacy as Queen of Heaven, and sends a clear message: “Just because the King gives you special favours doesn’t mean you are above, or better than me”.

The trials that face Heracles, Apollon and Dionysus (ie madness followed by redemption, Python, and a period of madness respectively) could therefore be tests to prove their worth and proof that Zeus did not waste his time and energy making children unfit to integrate the Olympian family without some pushback. Zeus famously spent 3 days conceiving Heracles, whose famous fate at the hands of Hera could be seen as trials in her honour, as evidenced by his name which means “the glory of Hera”. When he ascends to Olympus, he even goes as far as marrying Hera’s daughter, Hebe.

Conclusion

Hera is not a jealous wife, and her marriage with Zeus is certainly not dysfunctional. They love each other deeply (see: the foundation myth of the Daidala festival) and their relationship is certainly not something to be questioned or made fun of. Honouring Hera properly means honouring Zeus, and vice-versa.

On that note, I wish you all a happy Theogamia.

#hera deity #Hera #Zeus deity #Zeus #helpol #paganism #Greek mythology #this is for the people who call Zeus an asshole #and those who want a story where they’re divorced #I rlly hate when that happens

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'777' (Chapter Two)

pairing(s): Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh Kiszka x Reader

wc: 4.3k+

warnings: swearing, implied sex, mentions of dead parent, alcohol, depictions of anxiety

a/n: I am once again apologizing for how long this took. That's probably an unfortunate common theme for me here, but again, thank you for all the support!

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Entering a lavish looking lounge, you very quickly come to realize you really are underdressed here. Your hands fidget along your clothes, smoothing out your shirt and tugging at the hem. Left and right, people clap Sam on the shoulder with greetings and congratulations on the performance. Even Syd says hi to some people, not being known, but definitely more of a social butterfly than you are. For now, you stay quiet and linger behind the two until you approach another familiar face.

“Oh, now I see what took Sam so long. You must be Sydney, right?” He extends his hand out to her, smiling politely. “I’m Danny.” His eyes look between her and Sam before landing on the shirking figure behind them. It’s as if Sam could feel you hiding because he steps aside, throwing a guiding arm over your shoulder to pull you through. Danny gives a puzzled look once Sam presents you to him, but it’s extremely short lived. “Wait… (Y/N)?” His eyes widen.

You manage to just barely speak out, “It’s great to see you aga-” Your words are cut off by his strong arms pulling you in for a bear hug, almost knocking the air out of you. The embrace feels heavier than Sam’s, not just physically. “Danny?”

With a final squeeze, he finally releases you, looking at you with an… unreadable emotion. “I can’t believe…” He turns to Sam. “Where’d you find her?”

“She was still working with Eleanor. No finding necessary,” he responds. Your eyes dart between the two of them. It feels like some context is missing. Were they actively looking for you or something? You weren’t lost or anything. You’d always been in Michigan. You never left. Sam seems to recognize your confusion. “Mom had told us… what happened with your parents and we thought-”

Your face falls at the mere mention. “No… No, I’ve always been here.” A forced laugh comes out of you, suddenly desperate to avoid talking about this. This claustrophobic feeling causes a tightness in your chest, especially with all three of their eyes on you. Syd has no clue about anything. Sam and Danny have a somewhat better understanding.

Thankfully, the tension shifts when Danny says, “Well, Josh’s gonna love seeing you again, Sunny. Jake too.” He comfortingly runs his hand along your arm. Sam laughs and lightly nudges him.

“Hey, we’re not allowed to call her that, remember?” Sam adds, Danny rolling his eyes in return. You chuckle, but you clearly don’t understand what they’re referencing. Sam turns to you to explain. “The twins used to give us death glares when we were younger if we’d call you Sunny or Sunshine. Like it was their thing and we weren’t allowed or something.”

Danny shakes his head, but laughs as well. “We -Well, Sam mostly, used to say it whenever he’d want to get on their nerves.”

“Well, yeah! You were close to us too, we should be able to call you that. You were like a sister to us.”

“Probably more like a sister in law.” You freeze at Danny’s comment, a slight tinge of pink warming your cheeks. Unfortunately, he catches your reaction. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

An awkward thin lipped smile forms on your face while you cross your arms. “Didn’t know what?” A social game is now at hand where you try not to reveal too much all while getting them to tell you what they know. There were… things that had occurred between you and the twins, but they had all happened in secret. At least secret to your knowledge. Sam and Danny exchange a look as if they had shared too much.

Sam uses this as an opportunity to escape. “Well, I should go take Syd around, right? Have fun you two!” Danny’s jaw tenses as we watch the two dissipate into the crowd, Syd giving us a small wave goodbye.

“So… you were saying?” You tilt your head towards him. He glances around, obviously looking for an escape of his own. Much to your dismay, he finds one. One that brings you a strange sense of dread and excitement.

“Actually, I think I see Josh over there.” You don’t even get the chance to disagree or even prepare yourself before you feel Danny’s hands on your shoulders, guiding you in his direction. The beating of your heart rattles your chest, ringing all the way up to your ears. What is there to say? How is he going to react to seeing you? And Jake? That’s going to be even worse. “Josh!” He calls out, waving one of his hands to get his attention over all the people bustling about. In the middle of a conversation with a drink in hand, he looks over locking onto Danny.

His caramel colored eyes meet yours, filling you with a warm sense of familiarity. As if all the memories of hardship fade and all you can recall are the warm summer days of playing in the grassy field together or chopping wood during icy Frankenmuth winters. The crowd around you disappears in your mind and with one small contact, it’s just you and him. You were always unaware of what feelings would arise when you’d reconnect, but you didn’t expect such a swell of your heart. Everything plays in slow motion as you watch wires connecting in his head, wasting no time to remember you. Maybe he didn’t have to remember. It seems like he never forgot.

Rapidly excusing himself from his conversation and placing his drink onto the counter, he makes his way over to you guys. Just as he reaches you, as if divine intervention, Danny gets pulled aside by other guests. Finally, standing feet across from each other, he… doesn’t do anything. Nothing is said. He doesn’t pull you into a tight hug like Danny or make a verbal scene like Sam. His eyes just bear into yours before falling to every feature across your face, taking in every detail. It’s almost a contagious notion because you find yourself doing the same.

The light, the sunshine in his eyes have gone completely unchanged. They sparkle almost to the same degree as the little gemstones surrounding them. An unfamiliar characteristic in his day to day from when you knew him, but Josh always had a flair for the dramatic. And speaking of unfamiliarly dramatic, his tight curly mullet and shaved sides down to his mustache and goatee definitely present him as a new man to you. Yet his rosy cheeks, possibly flushed for a multitude of reasons, and soft pink lips parted just enough to remind you of his tooth gap continue to feed into the image of the Josh you once knew. Full of joy and energy and light, always starkly contrasting the life you had endured. The quietest chuckle escapes you, more akin to a hefty breath out of your nose.

“Joshua,” You say his name in almost a mocking tone, teasing just as you used to when you were kids. His hands grab both of yours, giving them a quick squeeze before they gingerly run up your arms and onto your shoulders.With another firm grasp, he pulls you into a quick hug, pulling away to cup your cheeks.

“God, Sunny…” seems like all he can make out. It’s a rare occasion when you can render Josh Kiszka speechless. If this reunion were more private, you could bet that there would be tears involved. His grin widens as he laughs, the sound bringing a warmth to your chest. A feeling you hadn’t felt in… the years he’d been gone. “How… how are you? You look as beautiful as I remembered.”

You push your tongue into your cheek, biting back a grin. The blush across your cheeks gives away your feelings as much as you’d like to hide them. Shaking your head at his compliment, you respond, deflecting his question. “I should be asking you how you’ve been. Look at you, playing stadiums and… and looking like this.” It’s undeniable how handsome he had become. Of course, he was always attractive, but he’s a man now. A confident and sparkly man. “Drama club and show choir really paid off, huh?” You playfully nudge him.

It’s amazing how quickly the ice had melted. It wasn’t an exaggeration that Josh was the sun. He always had this magical ability to pull things out of people, things that were gone or hidden. Things that maybe never existed to begin with, but he could find it. “Oh, definitely. Did they pay off for you too?” A laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head and it almost surprises you. The internal whiplash you’re feeling, it’s suffocating almost. Why did things feel so easy with Josh? Why is there this lifted feeling in you? Why could he make you laugh earnestly; the first time you’d laughed and genuinely meant it in years? You expected a tense discussion about what happened- well, there was still time for that. Especially with Jake. “What’ve you been doing?”

“Still bartending. Nothing much else, nothing like you guys.” He rolls his eyes, brushing off your comment.

“Are you still at El’s?”

“Yep, but she moved her business out here.”

“Ah, so you’re living in Detroit now?” Your lower lip disappears between your teeth. Talking about where you lived was painful to say the least. Falling asleep at the bar so often wasn’t ever an accidental decision for you. It went hand in hand with crashing at El’s house or finding anyone willing to take you to bed with them for the night. Anything to keep you from that physical flashback. It’s just a glorified storage container at this point. You’d stop by to change clothes, maybe shower and brush your teeth, but that’s about it. It’s been over a month since the last time you had to sleep there. You finally shake your head in response to Josh’s question, garnering a furrowed brow. “You’re still in Frankenmuth?”

“Never left.” The words fall out of your mouth dryly. His jaw tightens as worry fills his eyes.

“Sunny, don’t tell me you’re-”

“I am. He left me the house and ran off after she… passed.” You chuckle bitterly and shrug, not allowing him to spout pitiful sentiments your way. “Can’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” His eyes scan yours, trying to find something to say. But even with all the time away from each other, he seems to know not to push it, at least not now. Not here. Eager to escape this awkward feeling, you decide to jump out of the frying pan into the fire. “Is Jake here?” Your arm crosses your chest, digging into the flesh of your opposite shoulder. Whether the conversation at hand is making you anxious or purely the thought of Jake’s presence is anyone’s guess.

It’s now Josh’s turn to bark out a harsh laugh. “Already trying to ditch me, Sunny?” You shake your head and prepare to defend yourself, but he catches you off guard. With his hand placed along the small of your back, he leans in and speaks softly, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to be a little selfish before I have to share you again.” His mouth hovers just by your ear, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You choose to ignore the goosebumps along your skin and hope he does the same. “Come with me.”

His placement on your lower back is unwavering as he guides you through the busy lounge, passing the bar where you spot a familiar figure in the distance. “Is that…?” Halting in your tracks, Josh begrudgingly does the same with a weary sigh. The sight of him sends a chill straight down your spine. The dimly lit lounge doesn’t do much in seeing the finer details, but you know it’s him. From his wispy brown hair grazing his shoulders straight down to his chelsea boots. Wearing sunglasses inside of an already dark building isn’t something you’d put past him, but it definitely didn’t help your already frayed image of him. Neither did the woman fawning over him, hands draped across the exposed skin of his loosely buttoned shirt.

A sour smirk is plastered on your face as you return your gaze to Josh. “He hasn’t changed much, has he?” Your tone holds a grudge, one you shouldn’t even have at this point.

“He has, I promise.” Josh tilts his head, gesturing for you to look back. With another glance, it does seem like he’s indifferent to the woman desperately vying for his affection. The drink in his hand calls his attention more than she does. For a split second, it feels as though he’s staring in your direction although the sunglasses make it practically impossible to tell if he can even see you, let alone recognize you. “We could go say hi, if you’d like.”

No hesitation, you shake your head. “He seems busy. You wanted me to yourself.” Your eyes meet Josh’s once more, an excited glint very present in his sights. “I’m all yours, Josh.” Most people would try to avoid seeming so eager, but he wasn’t like most people. A toothy grin spreads from ear to ear as he nods, his hand at the small of your back slipping towards your waist with a gentle squeeze. You return the smile and allow him to direct you again. Taking a quick peek over your shoulder, you notice Jake is suddenly alone. A ping of guilt strangely paired with curiosity can be felt, but it’s forced down once he’s out of your view.

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Both you and Josh roll your eyes at the sound of Jake’s door slamming shut, followed by girly giggles and squeals. With the parental Kiszkas gone for the weekend and Ronnie at a friend’s for a sleepover, that left the house unattended except for the twins and Sam. You’d been invited over which wasn’t a surprise as you’d always been the default guest, but what was to your surprise was the fact that you weren’t the only one. In fact, it was a surprise to both Sam and Josh as well that Jake had invited his new girlfriend over.

On a regular occasion, the boys weren’t even allowed behind closed doors with a girl. You were the only one Karen and Kelly trusted in that regard. But once they were gone, that rule went straight out the window. Mostly for Jake. He had an alternating roster of girls, in and out, but rarely had it been such a late night and obvious endeavor.

“Jakey!” You and Josh wince at the sound of her voice through the thin walls. You shake your head and return your attention to the twin beneath you as you sit astride him at the edge of his bed. It’s a funny parallel to what’s probably going on in Jake’s room, but here, it was far more innocent. Josh had designated you as his own makeup artist for his personal film projects. He was going to shoot some footage tomorrow, but still hadn’t nailed a look down for his makeup.

Dragging the eyeliner pencil along his waterline, he keeps blinking and interrupting you. Your tongue sticks out just a bit in an expression of concentration, but when he moves again, you groan. “Josh, keep your eyes open or learn to do this yourself,” you clearly scold him yet the grin that tugs at each corner of your mouth makes it impossible to be serious.

“I’m trying, Sunny, but this is the worst part,” he dramatically whines, tilting his head back as he rests his hands on your thighs to support you. Close proximity was something you never shied away from when it came to the Kiszka twins. Their love language was always physical touch, platonic or otherwise. It mostly came through with Josh, but Jake did it too. It felt more… accidental with Jake or just something he did absentmindedly rather than Josh’s intentional touching. He leans back in, returning access to his face. “Just don’t poke my eye out and we’ll be-”

The sounds of bed creaks and light thuds in a rhythmic pattern hitting the connecting wall cause his words to come to a halt. So the torture begins. You sigh and press the pencil back to Josh’s waterline. “I swear to god, if he doesn’t turn on some music or something…” You complain out loud, hoping he can hear you. But after a moment longer, it’s apparent that this is only going to get worse. The creaking gets faster and in turn, the moaning begins. There’s a shared disgust in both your face and Josh’s. High pitched breathy moans that sound almost dramatized.

The two of you try to continue despite the noise, but it’s impossible. Meticulously smearing red face paint along his cheeks, you hear Jake’s name practically being chanted in that same sharp, grating tone. You pray for Sam’s sake that this is only as easily heard here because of the shared wall and not that it’s echoing throughout the house. “I’m gonna kill him tomorrow,” Josh mutters.

“I’ll kill him tonight.” You both laugh while more sounds of pleasure cause your ears to bleed. A sneaking thought creeps into your mind, wondering what Jake could possibly be doing that would make someone feel so good. With a literal shake of your head, you dissuade that thought. “Y’know, two can play at this game.” Josh’s brow quirks up with intrigue, never one to shy away from a little mischief. No warning, you pull away from Josh’s face and let out a dramatic moan. His hand shoots to his mouth in a mix of shock and laughter. The creaking of the bed slows for a moment, but continues at its original pace.

“What the hell are you doing, Sunny?”

“Giving him a taste of his own medicine. He’s being an asshole,” you respond before moaning again. And again. And again. In a pattern not too far off from what’s happening in Jake’s room. As a cherry on top, you cry out, “Oh, Joshy!” You can’t get it out without laughter trailing the end, but your point was still made by the extremely loud boom of Jake throwing something against the wall. The sounds almost cease entirely after that.

Garnering a look of sheer bewilderment from Josh, he stares up at you and glances down at the fact that you’ve been moaning wildly all the while straddling his lap. His fingertips press into the flesh of your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. A light pink tinge sprouts from his cheeks beneath the red face paint. “You sound… experienced,” he mumbles. You laugh and shake your head, moving back in to finish up the makeup.

“Not at all actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Haven’t found anyone to…” Your words falter when you hear the sound of Jake’s door open and footsteps making their way to Josh’s bedroom. Your head whips around to the door flying open, revealing a shirtless and sweaty Jake, chest still slightly heaving. The flushed look on his face was either one of anger or exertion. Probably both. You cock your brow at him, unmoving from Josh’s lap. A notion he seemingly agrees with as he continues to knead your thighs. “Need something, Jakey?” Your tone comes out as naive as you can manage, but calling him by that pet name in the same exact way his girlfriends call him makes it clear that you’re being intentional.

Josh cranes his head around to see his brother past your figure on top of him. “Yeah, need something, Jacob?”

With a huff and puff, Jake's jaw tightens. “You’re un-fucking-believable,” he mumbles, shaking his head before turning on his heel. He slams the door behind him and presumably returns to his room. You almost feel guilty for a moment, but Josh catches that look in your eyes. He cradles your face in his hand and shares a smile.

“He’ll get over it. You know he can’t stay mad at you, Sunny,” he grins as he tries to instill some comfort, “He was being gross anyway. He deserved it.” You slowly nod, mirroring Josh’s look of reassurance to let him know you were okay. “Now, the task at hand, how do I look?” Chuckling, you smear red paint across his nose, messing up the intentional design.

“We’re gonna have to start over.” You reach over to the pile of makeup supplies on Josh’s bed, grabbing a makeup wipe before settling back onto his lap.

His hands support you, gently resting on your waist as his eyes flutter shut while you begin cleaning the makeup off of his face. “And as long as you stay right here, I don’t mind.”

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The cool Detroit air graces your skin, goosebumps coating your arms. Maybe stepping outside of the lounge on a September night without a jacket or anything was not the best call. Josh chuckles at the sight of you and rubs his hands along your arms, trying to help keep you warm. Unfortunately, Josh’s hands are just as naturally cold as you remembered them. “You’re not helping, y’know,” you correct him with a chuckle of your own.

“The friction helps both of us,” he adds, a twinkle of… something in his eyes.

“Is the Josh Kiszka from famous rock band Greta Van Fleet flirting with me?” You tease him as you raise your brow at his actions.

He laughs, pulling you in closer to him. “I missed this. I missed you.” The jovial energy falters, shifting into pure sincerity. A change that feels heavy and begins to gnaw at you with racing thoughts mixed with varying levels of guilt. When he pulls you in, you instinctively rest your head against his shoulder. The privacy out here and lack of bystanders makes this moment feel all the more sentimental. “You could’ve called, (Y/N)...” His quiet phrase feels like a knife to the chest, the following words becoming the poetic twist. “When everything happened to your parents, Mom called me. Wanted me to tell Jake too, but I- uh… didn’t get around to it.”

Your blood runs cold as he starts to bring up the past, things you haven’t spoken about since they happened. You never wanted to talk about it again, never thought there’d be a reason to. But then again, it was fully expected that you’d never see Josh or Jake again. “Sorry,” in a meek tone is all you can utter for now.

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry, Sunny. It’s okay.”

“Why… why didn’t you tell Jake?”

The question catches Josh off guard, a silence filling the air before he finds the words. “I… don’t really know, if I’m being honest. When Mom told me, I didn’t know if you were… she didn’t even know if…” His words keep trailing off, but you get the full picture.

“You thought I was dead?”

“It was a possibility.” He gently squeezes you with his arm wrapped around you. “Jake was a little worse for wear after we left. I knew you two didn’t end on a good note, but if I let him know… I just didn’t think it would be good for him.”

A light scoff falls from your lips. “And you just dealt with it alone?”

“For the first couple of months, yeah. We came back to Frankenmuth for the holidays and the word got out to Sam and Danny… to Jake.” With the way he says Jake’s name, you can only imagine it wasn’t a pretty discussion. The twins told each other everything- well, almost everything- so if Josh had kept a secret as big as that from him, it must’ve been ugly. “We even… went to your house that year and you weren’t there. Really drove home the possibility that you were gone.”

You can hear the heavy emotion Josh swallows down as he lets out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you two… all of you through that.”

“I’m sorry we weren’t there for you.” His apology leaves you with a tightness in your chest. Pulling away, he turns to fully face you, cupping your face in his hands. He gently strokes your face with his thumb and stares directly into your eyes, full of a certain tenderness. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You feel a warmhearted kiss pressed to the top of your head before he brings you into a tight hug, resting his face against your hair.

Hot tears stain your cheeks while you bite down on your lower lip, trying to fight back an even bigger reaction. What must’ve actually lasted a minute or two felt like ages, making up for the lost time. It had been so long since you’d been held so intimately. One hand draped around your shoulders, the other running soothing fingers through your hair.

The door to the lounge swings open beside you and a familiar voice calls out before there’s even the chance to separate. “Josh, I think I’m heading…” You withdraw at the sound and turn, meeting face to face with the darkened mirror of the man you were just holding. The sight of you causes his words to pause.

A nearby outdoor light casts a glow over his face and with his sunglasses tucked into the chest pocket of his loose button up, you can actually see his chocolate brown eyes, accented by the dark circles beneath them. His soft, round face accompanied by his heart shaped lips that you mentally kick yourself for letting your eyes fall to. He runs a finger over the light mustache settled atop his upper lip, a familiar nervous tick of his. But your assessment of his features are cut short by the look of borderline fear in his eyes. As if he’d seen a ghost. “(Y/N)...?”

“Hi, Jake.”

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎: 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄?

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Ngl, I wrote this a few months ago, and I'm honestly too lazy to edit some parts, so excuse the poor quality 🙏🏻 Also possible spelling errors? :D

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

A pleasant smell, a smell that reminds you of a particular warmth, a particular comfort, is what greets you with a wide smile and an even wider embrace as you step into Yunjin's place of residence. The interior was cosy, easy to look at and confine within.

Taking another step into the dorm, your eyes drift to the outer canopy of your umbrella. It’s a splash away from creating a waterfall as rain still trails from the end tip, small swells of puffy water clump in cults- shining so delicately under the impression of whatever light it can grasp at. “Here-” Yunjin says, holding her hand out to you as she closes the door behind you.

Handing her the rain-stained umbrella, she places it within a convenient umbrella rack, hanging it with a gentle ease. “Please, make yourself comfortable” She smiles, nodding towards the main living space.

“Thanks” you reply, giving her a grateful nod as you move to take your pick of seat, instantly finding yourself sitting on a soft spot of cushioned padding, naturally lining the surface of her stainless couch.

“Looks like we’re just on time” You look over to where Yunjin had nodded to, eyebrows furrowing slightly as your brain loads the visual of the window behind you and the scene it held.

And surely enough, just as Yunjin had said, it was instantly proven that you had gotten to her place just in time. The outside world beyond the window was that of a mob raid of brainless rain. It thrashed around, whipping and slashing at the glass pane as if it were desperate to get inside, desperate to flee the harshness of the outside situation. But it was bound, flung, and pinned down in a raw entertainment for the twisted sky. The clouds let out great gouts of something between either sorrow or boast- nothing is ever truly certain anymore.

“It seems so” you smile, eyes following the rigid trails the small clusters of water had left behind, little slipstreams for their fellow kind allow for flocks and herds of rushing liquid to squelch themselves from existence- waving a small farewell in their formula race. That's where you draw the winner's flag.

“It wouldn't have ended so well if we had got caught up in that-” Yunjin begins,“being ill isn’t something I plan to do” you hum at the words, averting your attention to the way she moulds herself into the furniture- almost seeming as if she was the house instead of the tenant.

“You? Being ill?” You pause, your direct vision tracing over the smaller decorations present within the room- particularly the small vase of flowers on the coffee table- a delicate assortment of light pinks and soft purple roses- presumably plastic. It’s cute. “Sounds like a nightmare”

“Huh?” her eyebrows raise as her mouth goes slightly slack “Why? How?”

“Relax” you let out an airy laugh, mind relaying the visual image of Yunjin's face,”I’m joking”

“Sorry but who is this?” A new voice interrupts from beyond your sight, soft yet loud as it intrudes on your small conversation.

“Rosie,” Yunjin begins,”I thought you’d be asleep”

“I was” she smiled, her face going smooth against the odds,”But I woke up and now I'm thirsty”

“Oh… well I washed the dishes earlier” Yunjin pauses, glancing back to you,”Rosé, meet Y/n”

It was apparent that this roommate was acting, although, it's also apparent that you’re rather oblivious. Her smile had widened and her balance shifted from one leg to another as she looked at you. “Hello Y/n. I hope Yunjin isn’t freaking you out too much”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yunjin scoffs jokingly, standing up “Y/n, do you want a drink or anything?”

“Uhm… a water please” you tilt your head down, powering on your phone to see the few missed calls and unanswered messages from Lia and your friends.

“A water? You sure? You can have anything”

“Your stash of coffee that even I’m not allowed?” Rosé asks, folding her arms expectantly as she leans slightly closer to her brown haired friend. “Even that” Yunjin nods approvingly.

“Nope, I'm good with just water. Thank you though” You offer them both a smile before they disappear into the kitchen.

You open your phone again and instantly begin to read through your texts.

“Sorry that took so long, Rosie needed me to cut her some apples while she made herself a drink" Yunjin apologises, placing your tall glass of water on the coffee table for you, causing the sea of chilled water to delicately swoosh around like an enraged storm was present within the room with you.

“I thought she was thirsty?” You eye the taller girl as she crashes back into her seat. “So did I… guess she got hungry too” Yunjin smiles, readjusting the way she’s sat to face you better, her elbow upon the top of the couch. “You’re sure you don't want anything else?”

“Yunjinnn!” You almost whine, laughing as the other girl acts almost confused at the sudden drag of her name “I'm sure”

“Sure, sure?”

“Yes”

“Certain?”

“Absolutely certain”

You take a second to just stare at her, your eyes meeting for a brief moment before you suddenly both burst out laughing. An ugly combination of belly-rupturing chortles and sniffles fill the space, bouncing from wall to wall as if the dorm was a soft play area.

“Fine, fine” Yunjin squeezes out between a particularly deep breath,”If you say so”

“I do say so” you claim, calming yourself down as you reach over to coin your drink from its stance.

“Fair enough…” Yunjin pauses, leaning slightly closer to you with a curious glance,”Can I ask you a question?”

You take a second to think, but ultimately nod regardless,”Yeah, sure. Go ahead”

“Are you close with your parents? You mentioned them earlier, about having a set list of jobs to pick from and whatnot…” Yunjin's voice lowers as her sentence comes to an end, her eyes evidently searching yours for a hidden reaction.

You open your mouth to speak, but it’s almost as if even the word ‘yeah’ refused to crawl from your lips, and instead, evaporated at the base of your tongue, leaving like a mist into the depths of a pending volcano, or even the pending of what could easily be described as a crime scene. However, you had to force the four letters out, almost choking upon the basic syllables. “Yeah”

But that was arguably the most simple answer possible. Anyone could say “Yeah” and get away on less than even a warning. Like, for instance, someone being pulled over for speeding- the officer could give them a speech as long as a university essay- and all the offender would have to do is say “Yeah” to get away from the situation faster. Or even a student in a behavioural meeting- the staff could bash on for hours about the students behaviour and attitude- and all the student would have to do is say “Yeah” and leave, only to return the next day and do the exact same thing over... but it worked!

So, the need and urge to expand on your response bubbled around like a plague within your chest. “Yeah- I mean, I haven't talked to them in a while, but personally, i'd like to say we’re okay”

Your hair sticks like another layer of skin on the back of your neck as you gulp down some cool air, feeling it swash around within your anxious lungs. Her look was almost venomous, like the point of a snake’s fang, or a sharpened elephant tusk. It almost hurt to look at her with how much your throat closed at the idea of… everything.

“You sure? You don't look or sound so sure about that” You sigh at her concern, taking another sip of your drink before tutting gently. “You really don’t need to answer, I just wanted to understand if you’re close with your family or not…”

“No. no. It’s okay. Trust me, it’s just complicated. I love my family as much as the next guy, but they’re not always available. I can never seem to call them anymore, not on their personal numbers anyway. I have to call the homeline…” You almost cringe at the fact your family even have a homeline. It just seems so outdated. “-and even then, it’s not them who answers”

“Who answers?”

Pausing, you almost feel your bottom lip quiver. “My grandpa” you smile sadly, exhaling deeply through your mouth. “He lives with my parents due to paralysis in his left leg. His wife- my grandma- still lives in another country due to visa issues. So when I can't get ahold of my parents, I ring the family homeline and talk to my grandpa about grandma and how much they’ve talked”

Noticing a small smile playing on the plush of Yunjin's lips, you can’t help but smile too. “That’s cute” she beams, holding eye contact as she does so. Somehow, her smile felt different this time, and it somehow made the miraculous happen- a certain heat reached your neck. It’s tingly, and it’s certainly not unwelcome as the onlook of your new friend ceases to flatten your mood.

“We’re probably the closest in the family, me and my grandpa. He’s always telling me about a new story every few weeks- and a life lesson that comes along with it too”

“He sounds like a charming man. I can really see where you got yours from”

There it was again, the same warmth that resided upon your neck just seconds ago was back for a suffocating round two. It strangled you in a calm grasp. Your neck acts as a bottle of rose champagne, fizzing and bubbling the more it’s aggravated- rising in volume and colour with the increase of verbal intimacy and attentiveness present within the room.

You were going to need some time to get used to this girls' compliments...

“Thank you, Yunjin”

Yunjin laughs, shaking her head,”Please call me Jennifer, or Jen for short”

Your eyebrows almost lift in surprise, a nickname? “If you say so Yunji- I mean Jen” you’re quick to salute jokingly, face going slack as a smile threatens your lips into a not so covert grin.

This only makes her laugh again though, her hand moving to brush through the brown of her silky hair away from covering her face.

“Sorry” you mumble bashfully, a small smile finally breaking from your lips.

“It’s all good” Yunjin pauses to yawn, her hand moving to now cover her mouth as her jaw inevitably stretches open,”don’t sweat it”

“Are you tired?” You ask, feeling kind of stupid now that you think about it. Why else would she be yawning? “I can leave if you want to get some rest-”

“No!” Yunjin surprises both you and herself with the sudden uproar in her tone, her voice reaching far beyond what it normally does. She coughs,”sorry, it’s just that it’s still raining, and I don’t want you getting sick… you know?”

Glancing back to the window, you take a mental note at the progression of the on-going storm outside. It looks far worse now… “Yeah… I do understand, thanks for looking out for me”

“It’s no big deal, you would’ve done the same for me... I hope?”

“I would've” You confirm, observing as she nuzzles her head against a pillow, her body language seeming more so relaxed. “There’s no way I’d let you go out in that”

"That's good to know"

You hum,"you never answered my other question though…" A flash of concentration blimps within her eyes,"What question?"

"Are you tired?"

"What? What's that got to do with the question you asked earlier? A tired brain wouldn't stop me from remembering, it shouldn't-"

"No, Jen" you smile,"the question was, are you tired?"

Her face morphs to one of disappointment and understanding, eyebrows tightly pinched together "Oh… sorry, that must've completely slipped my mind," she laughs awkwardly. “I guess I am tired”

“You should rest then”

“But who’ll keep you company? I don’t want to leave you alone… not because I don’t trust you or anything! I just want-”

“Want to be a good host?” You cut her off with a smile,”Yeah, I understand”

“I’m glad you do, I don’t want to leave the impression that I don’t care”

“I could never get that impression from you” you reassure, gaze shifting to the blonde that’s walked into the room again, a contentless plate in one hand while her phone occupies the other. You make brief eye contact before she continues on into what you've mapped out to be the kitchen. You sip on your water again.

“What are you looking at?” Yunjin asks, turning to evaluate the rest of the room with a suspicious eye.

“Your roommate came back out” is what you would’ve said… if you hadn’t noticed the small flare in her eyes, a look that spoke a thousand words without a vocal meaning. But instead, you just shook your head. “Nothing, just thinking”

“Oh?” She turns back to face you, quirking an eyebrow at your response,”What were you thinking about?”

"Not much," you smile before downing the rest of your drink,"mind if I go and refill this?"

"Not at all. It's just through there," she points in the general direction.

"Thanks"

Walking into the kitchen meant coming face to face with Yunjin's roommate and her more innocent looking features. Rosie, a name you remember so vaguely, though, that’s not what she used to call her.

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

: A new college means new faces, and although you already have a set of friends to hang out with, you can't help but be drawn to the two campus heartthrobs... and they can't help but be drawn to you too...

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: [𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]

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alright consider me attached hook line and sinker for the prikolai agenda <3 do you perhaps....🤲......have any headcanons or thoughts abt them....👉👈

personally I'm attached to the idea of nikolai and price sorta co-parenting gaz <- just finished the 2019 game again and is In The Feels (tm)

Welcome aboard the Prikolai ship! This is your captain speaking. We are presently stumbling our way along, but we’re expecting smooth sailing shortly.

And absolutely I do. BUCKLE IN BABES

(This is going to be a short messy list, because I’ve only had Prikolai for a few days, but there will be more to come the more research I do.)

Nik is the only person Price will allow himself to be truly relaxed around. He trusts Nik that much, to keep an eye so he doesn’t have to. Even when he’s off mission surrounded by his soldiers, even if diligent Ghost is there, Price can’t quiet the part of him that stays alert. But if Nik is with him, he feels safe enough to relax.

Nik fell first, Price fell harder.

Their love languages are acts of service and quality time.

Nik knows how hard Price works and he likes to do whatever he can to lighten the load on Price’s shoulders. Does Price need to get a report from Ghost before he can get some sleep? Okay, Nik makes Price take a few minutes while Nik goes to find Ghost for him. He’ll send Ghost to Price with a bottle of water and a sandwich because who knows when Price ate last. While Price wraps up his workday, Nik makes sure Price has clean comfortable clothes to change into when he gets back to his room, makes sure there’s no clutter in the space that would stress Price out when he was supposed to be relaxing.

They like to take walks together. It helps clear Price’s head and helps Nikolai ground himself after being in the air for an extended period of time.

They’re not much for PDA. They’ll sit next to each other a little too close to be casual. Nik will sometimes put his arm around Price’s waist and sometimes Price will hold Nik’s hand. Price likes to kiss Nik’s cheek and Nik likes to kiss Price’s forehead. Anything more usually happens when they’re alone.

They smoke together. And pick fun about each other’s preferences.

Gaz adopted Nikolai before Nik adopted him. Gaz could see the comfort Nik brought Price and that was enough for him, though he did attempt to give Nik the shovel talk. Which wasn’t easy, because Nik is a big Russian man, intimidating even when his default state is content and comedic. But Nik took it very seriously when Gaz approached the topic, promising him that he had nothing but good intentions with Price.

Price gets hurt more often than Nikolai does. After Price has been forced to medical, Nik will gently assess the bandages himself, locating all the scraps and bruises, just because he likes to keep track of when Price gets hurt where. He also makes sure Price tends to them properly. When Nik gets hurt, Price mothers him like a toddler who’d gotten hurt for the first time, which is hilarious to Nik because Price is smaller than him and he’s adorably angry when he’s worried.

Nik is older and taller than Price, but not by much.

Their relationship crept up on them. They’d been good friends for many years and somewhere along the way started spending more time together, sometimes even on leave. They kinda just woke up one morning and were like, oh we’re together aren’t we.

Legally married, not long after they got together officially. And yes, because they love each other, but the original thought was that they wanted to be the first person contacted if something were to happen to either of them.

Nik wears both their rings when Price is in the field. If he’s piloting the mission, he wears them on the chain of his ID tags beneath his clothes and ignores the fact that he would get into trouble for it.

The 141 boys adopt Nik quietly when they notice something going on between him and Price, but they accept him more loudly when they notice the rings and subtle touches.

Price’s favorite son is Gaz and he won’t admit to it. Nik’s is Soap and he will tell everyone that. They genuinely love all their sons equally.

Price learns bits of Russian from Nikolai. He started asking for translations and lessons when Nik started to speak to him in Russian with this soft, loving look in his eyes. Price eventually uses Russian pet names for Nik, and Nik picks up English ones to use for Price.

Their love is just…soft, quiet most of the time. Their lives are high-intensity, high-risk, and they both find comfort in the steady company of the other’s love.

#help I love them too much already #cod headcanons #prikolai headcanons #prikolai agenda #prikolai #price x nikolai #captain john price #john price #cod nikolai #call of duty #modern warfare #cod mwii #it’s the crisis talking #askbox

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ANNIHILATION (2018) SENTENCE STARTERS

some triggering content may be present! (such as mentions of suicide) feel free to change pronouns / terms / tense as needed!

❛ How long did you think you were inside? ❜

❛ All work and no play, it sounds…not healthy. ❜

❛ I thought you were gone. ❜

❛ I don’t know where it was, or…what it was. ❜

❛ You must be able to tell me something. ❜

❛ I deserve a better explanation than no explanation. ❜

❛ I saw you. I recognized you. Your face. ❜

❛ I don’t feel very well. ❜

❛ Stay with me, baby. I’m right here with you. ❜

❛ You must be feeling dreadful. It’s a hangover from the sedative you were given. ❜

❛ I want to know what the fuck I’m doing here. ❜

❛ Did he ever mention where he was going, what he was doing? ❜

❛ It’s not easy to move on. ❜

❛ We have many theories, few facts. ❜

❛ We need to come to an agreement about what to do with you. ❜

❛ You’re not going to let me go home? ❜

❛ Is that what you want? To go home? ❜

❛ I was just looking at the moon. It’s always so weird seeing it like that, in the daylight. ❜

❛ I get really turned on when you patronize me. It’s really hot. ❜

❛ You didn’t tell me where you’re heading this time. ❜

❛ I know there’s something strange about this mission. ❜

❛ If you step outside and you look up, we’ll be looking at the same stars. ❜

❛ Don’t you think we should make friends? ❜

❛ You know, I always see you here alone. ❜

❛ The people here put themselves to sleep in the fetal position making cooing noises. It’s freaky, you know. ❜

❛ Do you have to hit on everyone, like all the time? ❜

❛ Under the circumstances, I think I’m allowed to roll the dice a few more times. ❜

❛ What do you think happened to them? ❜

❛ Well, there are two theories of what went wrong. One, something kills them. Two, they go crazy and kill each other. ❜

❛ I am so sorry. And I know what I have to do. ❜

❛ You want to come with us. ❜

❛ You can fight. You can learn. You can save him. ❜

❛ That was a brave choice. ❜

❛ You gotta give me a second. I’m a little disoriented. ❜

❛ We did a food inventory. From the depletion, we’ve been out here for at least three or four days. ❜

❛ So we’ve got no compass, no comms, no coordinates, and no landmarks. ❜

❛ Let’s pack up and get moving. We’ve already lost a lot of the day. ❜

❛ Anything interesting in there? ❜

❛ Okay, just breathe. It’s okay. You’re just fine. ❜

❛ Is it possible these were hallucinations? ❜

❛ It was dreamlike. ❜

❛ Sometimes it was beautiful. ❜

❛ All other lives feel like a lifetime ago. ❜

❛ Volunteering for… this. It’s not exactly something you do if your life is in perfect harmony. ❜

❛ We’re all damaged goods here. ❜

❛ More mutations. They’re everywhere. ❜

❛ There’s beds and bags. You think people are here? ❜

❛ Let’s not jump to conclusions. ❜

❛ "For those that follow.“ I believe that means us. ❜

❛ Okay, so we know what happened to the last group. They went insane. ❜

❛ That was a trick of the light. ❜

❛ I don’t want to stay here tonight. ❜

❛ It’s too late in the day for us to move on. ❜

❛ I gotta leave a day early. ❜

❛ The mystery unraveling? ❜

❛ I’m at least as freaked as [name]. I’m just hiding it better. ❜

❛ What’re you doing up? Not supposed to relieve me until 3:00. ❜

❛ I’m done sleeping for the night. ❜

❛ I’d say you’re confusing suicide with self-destruction. ❜

❛ Almost none of us commit suicide… and almost all of us self-destruct. In some way, in some part of our lives. ❜

❛ Isn’t self-destruction coded into us? Programmed into each cell? ❜

❛ Wake up. Something’s happening. ❜

❛ [name] was next to me. Something took her. ❜

❛ We have to go back. ❜

❛ I’m fine going on my own. You just need to decide whether you’re coming with me or not. ❜

❛ And thanks for the fucking backup. ❜

❛ You’re saying we get out by going deeper? ❜

❛ You lied to them. ❜

❛ I didn’t know what going back meant. Why it would be safer than going forward. ❜

❛ Just… leave me the fuck alone. ❜

❛ That doesn’t make any sense. ❜

❛ It’s literally not possible. ❜

❛ This was a mistake. ❜

❛ What’s really going on here? You think that something may have happened to him? ❜

❛ You think somehow he’s found out about our affair. Has he found out? ❜

❛ I’m not interested in talking, or in anything you have to say. Just get dressed and get out. ❜

❛ You know, it’s not me you hate, it’s yourself. ❜

❛ You lying bitch! ❜

❛ Why didn’t you tell us? ❜

❛ So nothing’s confirmed. Everything’s on their word.

❛ You’re a liar.

❛ Did you kill [name]? Did you lose your shit? ❜

❛ Do you think I’ve lost my shit and we’re gonna fuck each other up? ❜

❛ Oh, God. When I look at my hands, and my fingerprints…I can see them moving. ❜

❛ I’m not the one tied to a chair. You are. ❜

❛ We are disintegrating. Our bodies as fast as our minds. Can’t you feel it? ❜

❛ The person that started this journey won’t be the person that ends it. I want to be the one that ends it. ❜

❛ It’s… in me. ❜

❛ It will be in all of us. ❜

❛ Imagine dying frightened and in pain, and having that as the only part of you which survives. I wouldn’t like that at all. ❜

❛ [name] wants to face it. You want to fight it. But I don’t think I want either of those things. ❜

❛ One by one, all gone, except you. How do you explain that? ❜

❛ I had to come back. ❜

❛ What was I? Was I you? Were you me? ❜

❛ My flesh moves like liquid. My mind is just cut loose. I can’t bear it. ❜

❛ You ever seen a phosphorus grenade go off? They’re kind of bright. Shield your eyes. ❜

❛ If you ever get out of here, you find [name] ❜

❛ We spoke. What was it we said? ❜

❛ It’s not like us. It’s unlike us. ❜

❛ I don’t know what it wants. Or if it wants. ❜

❛ So it was alien. Can you describe its form? ❜

❛ It came here for a reason. ❜

❛ If what you encountered was once alive, it seems it’s now dead. ❜

❛ You aren’t [name]…are you? ❜

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This Isn't For You. Part 2. F.S.

Farleigh attempts to enjoy his summer in spite of the thorn in his side.

For two glorious weeks, Farleigh and Maggie remained out of sight and out of mind while Oliver creeped everyone out in the middle distance. While it was true that no one was really terribly bothered by Oliver, Farleigh was irritated enough for all of them. He always had the right answer - the perfect piece of sympathy-inducing information to draw a long, loving gasp from Elspeth’s throat.

Felix adored the presentation of it all. Being the one to bring a broken, abused pet to his mother and allowing her a whole summer of tutting over it, fixing it. He had a smugness about him this time that annoyed Farleigh to his core.

They made attempts to break away as a group. Sun-soaked afternoons in the field with clothes off and books open. Films in the library with the curtains drawn and door conspicuously closed. Quiet mornings by the pond where Maggie would scoot her lounge chair up to Farleigh’s to rest her feet on his lap. One way or another, though, Felix would always give in and tell Ollie where they were.

“I invited him here. I can hardly spend the summer hiding from him.” Felix scoffed at their groans as Oliver rounded the corner toward the pond. “He’s perfectly lovely once you get to know him.”

“Where does he get off to all the time anyway?” Maggie asked absently, not fully interested in an answer. She had her forearm draped over her eyes and toe drawing circles on Farleigh’s thigh.

“I think he sits in bed and reads in the morning.” Felix answered, pushing himself off from the edge of the pond in his watermelon floaty.

Farleigh picked through Deathly Hallows, still somewhat listening to the conversation between Oliver and Felix in the water. He could tell by her limp arm flopping off of the sun lounger that Maggie was fast asleep.

“Do they, you know-“ Oliver trailed off, holding onto the edge of Felix’s float loosely so that they didn’t drift apart.

“I’m sure.” Felix sounded dismissive, almost annoyed to be drawn away from his own reading.

“Aren’t they related?” Farleigh struggled to stifle a snort when he realized what Oliver was talking about.

“God, no!” Felix finally looked over to the boy next to him. “We’ve just grown up together. We aren’t family.” He tipped his sunglasses down his nose. “Do you really think I’d be cool with my cousin fucking a relative right out in the open? What kind of family do you think we are?”

Farleigh immediately captured Maggie’s foot in his hand, rubbing circles into the sole until she woke up irritated.

“What?” She sat up on her elbows, cheeks pink and sweaty from the heat.

“The boy thinks we’re incestuous.” He mumbled, keeping his voice low enough to not travel to the pond.

“Oh, by all means, Farleigh darling, don’t give any more context.” Her agitation concluded with her flopping back down and stretching her arms over her head.

He thought about saying more, quipping back to Oliver that they could hear him, but it amused him that Oliver had clearly spend time wondering about the nature of his relationship with Maggie.

“I’m getting a drink.” He closed his book with a clap, tossing it down to the blanket at the base of his chair. He made a show of bending down to just an inch from Maggie’s ear and resting a hand on her belly. “Do you want anything?”

“Mimosa.” She turned her head to plant a kiss on his smiling lips. “Ask Duncan to bring out ice lollies as well, will you?” She read his playful expression and joined in on the theatrics, whispering, “Kiss me again.”

He did as he was told, going down to one knee to kiss her deeply and properly. Behind his back, Felix was splashing water his way fruitlessly and hurling expletives entreating him to stop.

“Get a room!” Felix yelled as Farleigh stood back up and disappeared around the corner. Venetia giggled a few feet away.

Maggie broke the news the next morning that she’d be leaving that evening to meet her mother in Italy.

“You’ll be back before the start of term, though?” Farleigh struggled to keep his tone calm and unaffected around his family. It suddenly occurred to him that she was finished with uni. There was nothing holding them together on a daily basis anymore. He cared for her more than most. He always had, it was no secret, but he wasn’t quite ready to let on how much he depended on her.

Things hadn’t been going well with his mother. Her most recent live-in lover had convinced her to sell her Central Park view apartment and rent place for the both of them in Tribeca. It was one of the last vestiges of wealth they still possessed and she’d simply sold it. She’d told Farleigh that his things from his room were in storage, but she’d help him sort through it. They both knew that she’d blow through her money in a matter of weeks again.

Farleigh had spent an entire evening with his ear pressed to Maggie’s sternum, listening to her breathe with him through his anxiety. It was a side of him he guarded from every single person on the planet, but not her. No matter what secrets he’d let loose, she’d always been his friend.

“Oh, I don’t think so, love.” She poked at her yogurt with a spoon held loosely between her fingers, not actually intending to eat it. “I never did take a gap year and if I’m going to be sweaty it may as well be in the Mediterranean.” She laughed, but neither Farleigh nor Venetia laughed with her.

Oliver stared Farleigh down with a smug smile from across the table, seemingly elated that Maggie had kept something from him.

After breakfast, Farleigh pulled Maggie into the library. “You’re just leaving?” He lit a cigarette before bothering to find an ashtray.

“It’s all a bit crowded here, isn’t it?” She took the cigarette from his lips and took a long drag. “Felix and Oliver - that’s weird. It’s got Duncan all in a tizzy. Annie was saying the Henry’s are coming for dinner at the end of the week and you know I simply cannot stand that lot.” Farleigh only listened, taken aback by the sudden state of her. It wasn’t often that anyone got a rise out of Maggie, even momentarily. “You’re more than welcome to come to Portofino as well, darling. I just can’t stay. It’s all just so,” she lifted her hands between them, wiggling her fingers with a look of disgust. “the atmosphere’s all wrong.”

“You know I can’t go anywhere right now.” He murmured, taking his cigarette back. “I have to ask my uncle to help my mom and he wont take it well if I accept a check and disappear.”

“Oh, Farleigh.” Maggie cracked a smile, placing a gentle hand to his cheek. “You were truly put on this earth to be pretty, weren’t you?”

“God, you’re such a bitch.” He chuckled out in retort, reconfiguring his expression into something more flirty. There was no reason to end their summer together on a bad note. “What time are you leaving? Let me have another taste before you go.”

Maggie’s departure was more than just saying goodbye to his closest ally and confidant for a few more weeks. It meant that Farleigh had to go back to always being on. He had to go back to watching from the wings and observing for the sake of his own livelihood. And he had to do it all with little Oliver in the way.

Things actually carried on just fine for a few days. Nothing more than mild irritation. It wasn’t until Farleigh saw Oliver in a stomach churning display with Venetia that the wheels of kismet finally began to turn.

“I saw them right under my window.” Farleigh stood in Felix’s doorway with his ankles crossed, hip popped, and cigarette dangling from his fingertips. “You would have gouged your own eyes out.”

Felix cringed away, flopping down on his own bed. “Not Ollie, god.” He threw his arms back over it head. “I didn’t think he was, you know, like that.”

Farleigh understood perfectly, and if they were all being honest, he’d assumed Oliver was gay too. Venetia was an unapologetic flirt, but who could blame her. All alone in that giant house with her parents flitting in and out without warning. Boys were a therapeutic escape. A way to feel both desired and necessary in a flippant world.

I was relatable, really. Farleigh had often used the desires of men in largely the same way. No, he didn’t blame Venetia. Oliver, though. Oliver was a problem.

The next morning at breakfast, he read through the gossip rags while Venetia shamelessly flirted with Oliver right next to him. As badly as he wanted to cry out in disgust, he’d already sown his seeds and watched them grow in Felix’s increasing anger.

He tuned the conversation out as they discussed the weekend dinner party. There was a part of Farleigh that loved dinners with the Henry’s. Entertaining was his calling. He loved the way he could blend into the dinner jacketed masses. He loved that he was still one of them.

“Oliver, darling. Why don’t we have a party for your birthday?” Elspeth rested her hand on Oliver’s wrist, her most motherly tone on show. Farleigh simply rolled his eyes. Another special treat for the special boy. He wished he’d just taken the invitation to Portofino.

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