#Barcelona was wonderful 10/10 would go again

[keepbreathingky]

A touch jet-lagged.

#me #gay #Barcelona was wonderful 10/10 would go again #Dean and I would fully smash half the population everyone is so pretty there!

[imbored1201]

Lost Child

Barcelona Femeni x Teen Reader

Summary: Being in Sweden was supposed to be a fun new experience for you, then it became scary very quickly

A/N: This is set during the 22/23 season and I have no idea if the google translation was right for the Swedish speaking part, so sorry if it isn’t

You were in Sweden playing Rosengard. The team was on a walk, as usual, to admire everything about a new country. You were with Lucy and Keira, Keira holding your hand to make sure you didn't wander off.

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Once the walk was finished everyone split into groups. You wanted to go with Ingrid, Mapi, and Frido since they were getting food and you were really hungry. Everyone else was going to go see exhibits and probably cause mayhem you did not want any part in. You had promised Alexia you would behave, and you wanted to keep that promise.

Lucy, being an overbearing mother, strictly told the three girls to keep an eye on you, as you were a slippery little thing and always wandered off without anyone realizing. "It's not hard to keep track of a 16 year old Lucy," Mapi cockily grinned as she put an arm around your shoulder.

"I warned you, if she does wander off, she'll most likely be in a toy store or arcade." Mapi seemed to not care about this information, but Ingrid and Fridolina did. They knew how you were.

They were Alexia's go-tos when she had to rant about your behavior. You were always getting into trouble. Even if you got hurt, the next day you would be doing the same thing again.

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You and Mapi skipped ahead as Ingrid and Fridolina took pictures of everything. They smiled and watched you look around, amazed by the new scenery.

Fridolina was paying close attention to you and would grab you and pull you back into her body, telling you to stay close to someone when she noticed you wandering off. She didn't want to deal with the yelling Alexia would give everyone if she got a phone call from them telling her they lost the baby.

You guys walked past a outlet as you were going to get food. Ingrid and Fridolina wanted to look around, and of course, you and Mapi would be their personal bag carriers. Ingrid could tell you were on the verge of complaining, so she bought you chocolate to keep you distracted. It did make you feel a little better, but you just wanted food, something like chicken tenders.

"I need to use the restroom; sit right there." Fridolina pointed to the bench, and you surprisingly listened without any snarky remarks. Mapi and Ingrid were nearby, looking at some fancy shoes through a window.

You huffed and looked around at everything and everyone. You loved observing. It was the little moments that made you happy. After a few seconds, you got bored and got up to bug Mapi.

You were confused when you saw they weren't nearby anymore. "Huh" you mumbled as you walked to find them.

After a couple of minutes, you were in front of a bakery, looking around, confused. Completely forgetting every way you just went.

'Should've studied the streets I took,' you said to yourself as you huffed angrily. Of course, this was the only time you decided not to observe anything.

You searched for your phone but realized Ingrid was carrying it in her bag. You sighed as you walked to a park that was near the bakery and sat down on a bench. It was getting dark; you were hungry and wanted to take a nap.

You were thinking of going back to the bakery but were too scared to go in. Wondering what the workers would do if they saw a confused kid who couldn't speak Swedish, shaking and trying to figure out how to communicate with them.

That's when a lady came up to you; she looked elderly and looked at you weirdly as she noticed your terrified expression. "Mår du bra?" (Are you okay?). You looked at her confused, and she realized you weren't from there. She put her finger up to signal for you to wait here and walked away. You knew you had to trust someone, so you waited.

The lady came back 10 minutes later with a bag of goodies. She sat down next to you and handed you a piece of bread. You had no idea if it was even safe or if she hadn't put anything inside. You could already hear Alexia's scolding about taking things from strangers, and you were pretty paranoid about that stuff since you watched so many crime shows.

It was silent between the two of you, but you felt comfortable with her; she had Leah's comforting demeanor. She was just scrolling through her phone and would look at you every 2 minutes to make sure you were fine. After 10 minutes, you heard your name from a distance. Your face lit up when you saw a familiar blonde. "Frido!" You yelled happily as you ran into her arms.

"Kid, you gave everyone a heart attack," she said as she hugged you tightly. "är hon din dotter?" (Is she your daughter?) The lady said to Frido, who shook her head and rubbed your back. "Vän, tack för att du tittade på henne," (Friend, thanks for looking after her), the woman nodded. "Thank you," you told her quietly, making her smile as she patted your back and walked away.

"I told you not to wander!" She scolded you now, and you marveled at the personality change. "I didn't mean to; when you went to the restroom, Mapi and Ingrid wandered off, so I tried finding them, but I couldn't find any of you," you defended yourself. "Hold on, I need to call them to tell them I found you." She got out her phone and dialed Ingrid's number.

"Ingrid, yes, I found her. Calm down; you're talking way too fast. Who told Alexia?" Shivers ran down your spine. Someone told Alexia about you getting lost; everyone was going to get yelled at the next time you guys saw her.

"I have her okay; just go back to the hotel." "I'm hungry," you whined at Frido, who sighed. "She's hungry; it'll probably take a while; I'm going to get her food." You smiled at that. The whole walk, Frido didn't let go of your hand. You didn't care, though, joyfully swinging your combined hands back and forth.

Once she got you fed and bought you some things to make you feel better, you made your way back to the hotel. As soon as you stepped into the lobby, Irene, Mapi, Ingrid, Marta, and Lucy crowded you. Lucy pulled you into her and glared at the girls. "I cannot believe you three; you lost our prodigy. Leah would have killed me and Keira if she found we lost baby England," Lucy said as she led you to the elevator.

You could hear distant arguing as you walked away from the group. You showed Lucy your new stuffed lioness, and the candy Frido got you. No one on the team could say no to you, expect Alexia, and you used that to your advantage.

"That's nice, kiddo. Come on, it's nap time." You gave her a weird look. "I'm 16, not 3," Lucy shrugged. "Do you want to grow big and strong like me?" "I thought you stop growing at 15?" "Okay, but come on, don't you want some nice abs like your favorite defender?"

"Leah's abs are nice," you muttered, and Lucy looked at you, offended. You smiled at her and threw yourself into her arms. "Fine, I'll take a nap, but you have to be my cuddle buddy since Ingrid is too busy being yelled at." Lucy smirked and held you. You loved to cuddle with your teammates, especially when you did something bad. It completely made them forget what you did as they held you.

"I'm still telling Leah about this," you groaned as you shut your eyes and took a nap, knowing when you woke up you’ll have tons of text from Leah and Alexia.

#woso x reader #woso community #woso #barcelona femeni #barcelona femeni x reader #mapi leon #ingrid engen #fridolina rolfö #lucy bronze #alexia putellas

[gracejh08]

Breaking the media

Chapter 3- arrival

You had just arrived in spain when the news that you were leaving arsenal was spread the club hadn't said where you were moving to due to some timing issues and you hadn't done any Barcelona media yet. You looked through the comments as the fans speculated your next club and many wishing you well and hoping you would have stayed longer at the club. While all the messages were nice you knew it was the right call to move so as you stood in airport looking for what will be your ride to the training centre you see a sign with your name on it. After some great force of lugging your two suitcases along the airport by yourself you reached the drivers with a half smile "good morning miss y/l/n" he said reaching his hand out "morning nice to meet you" you said taking his hand a firmly shaking it. Just as you were about to grab your suitcases and begin dragging them back along to the car he took them out of your hands "let me take these from you" he said "oh its no bother really i can bring them myself" you protested but he was insistent.

The car journey wasn't as long as you had expected it to be as you sat scrolling through your phone almost laughing at the ridiculous rumors you could see through your phone even sky sports had started to make rumors. You had arrived at the training ground where a member off staff had met you and brought you to the hair and makeup chair "hola, buen dia miss y/l/n" said the women smiling at you "call me y/n please its more.. normal" you responded as she began her work adding a light coat of foundation and redoing your hair entirely. After 10 minutes you were ready and handed a Barcelona training kit and told this is what you would be taking your photos in I mean it made sense but you would have preferred to be in normal clothes.

You were whisked through the unfamiliar corridors passing room after room each one looking completely different from the other till you reached the media room which was set up with cameras lighting and the contract. Jona was waiting in a chair when you arrived and he immediately stood up "hola y/n so happy you decided to join us you are going to do wonderful things" he said kindly to you. As the next couple hours went by you spent most time taking photos and doing interviews when you were told it was tomorrow when you would meet the team and have a tour of the facility before joining training.

Once you were done you were brought to an apartment that had been furnished and paid from Barcelona as you clearly weren't old enough to pay for it yourself. It was nice,small yes, but it wasn't cramped. You had put away all your clothes when you saw that it had been officially posted you were now a culer and all the media from that day had been posted and as you expected it.You had done it 'y/n y/l/n has transferred to Barcelona for an undisclosed fee' was printed all over social media for a moment it felt like everyone in the world was talking about you.

You woke up the next morning and the apartment was conveniently a 10 minute walk to the training ground because you couldn't drive so walking was the next best thing. The spanish sun was hot on your skin you hadn't been out of england for a long time minus for England camps which weren't very frequent or very long. You had arrived at the training ground 5 minutes early but that didn't matter. You were again greeted by jona the two of you making small talk as you walked towards the pitch, now the anxiety had kicked in you were 16 and going to meet your idols all at once, what if you nade a fool of yourself in front of the team or they dont like you and just to top of the list you knew not one word of Spanish minus hola. The training ground was nice it was decked out with perfectly cut grass and box nets you looked over to see the team training away not even noticing your presence as they were so focused in a drill that until jona called them over they were in there own world. "CHICAS, YOUR NEW TEAMMATE HAS ARRIVED" he shouted across the pitch when each of the girls looked over to you and began to walk towards you, each meter they passed you could feel your heartbeat move quicker. Now you were young but you weren't challenged size wise at 16 you were 5,8 making you quite the impressive feat and one that was taller than quite a few girls on the team. From a mile away anyone could tell you were a defender tall, broad shoulders, hair tied neatly in two plaits, it was obvious.

It was the captain alexia who had been selected to talk to you first " hola, ive heard good things about you y/n" she said kindly almost in a parental tone, a tone which some sould have found to be insulting yet it brought you a sense of comfort. Each of the girls took there time chatting to you, some getting more confused by your accent and led you to having to say things much slower so the others can understand what you were saying. When last it came to kiera and lucy the fellow English on the team "well well if isn't y/n" lucy said almost grimacing "what lucy, you're not happy to see me" you said back "of course" she said wrapping her arm around you as keira did the same you had known the English girls had been told you were coming by leah but you didnt know that they had been told to keep your eyes on you but so was mapi and alexia however from jona. It was lucy who had taken you on the tour around the place "nice innit, and the weathers lush as" she said "yeah definitely, its a change from arsenal but god is it like a different world from sunderland" you said although you had lived in North london for 3 years your north east accent hadn't changed at all you were still a northern girl at heart and one that surprisingly faired well under the sun.

"Well then i bet we better head off back home" lucy said taking you back to the exit "yeah definitely especially before it gets too dark" you said as you began to walk off to your apartment "where are you going? Aren't your foster parents picking you up" she questioned as from what she has assumed you were living with a family "ermm home im walking back to my apartment its only 10 minutes" you said as you began to speed up a little away from lucy. "An apartment you're 16 you can't live alone" lucy remarked but by then you were gone you, she threw her hands in the air and sighed as she knew she needed to have a talk with barca management because you couldn't live alone but you had ran home to make sure lucy couldn't see where you went as you didn't want to make a scene or deal with lucy scolding you.

As you opened your front door you locked it back up and crashed into bed the jet lag from the plane had crashed into you but you knew you needed to shower and make dinner but you had no food what so ever, how you wished someone could make you some home cooked food. So like a sensible person you ordered in food and showered while waiting and just as you had changed into your pjs the food had arrived. It was just a simple pizza but god was it tasty. You ate every last crumb and put the box on your counter to put it in the recycling you climbed into your bed and let tiredness slip over you.

#woso x reader #woso #wsl #alexia putellas #alexia x reader #barca femeni #mapi leon #lucy bronze

[yourunhingedgirlfriend]

Disclaimer: All info posted here comes from their respective creator itself so yes, its legit and not just part of my imagination 💯

Interview Rules:

The interviewer can only ask 10 questions.

The interviewer cannot force an answer out of anyone.

The participant has the right not to elaborate their answer.

CW: Long post ahead / Interviewer being a Ketamine simp / Gavin's surprise cameo

Interviewer: Hi Guys! I hope you're doing well today. Thank you for participating on this social experi- *coughs* interview. Btw, you can call me CC, I'm your interrogator today sent by your beloved MC, so please cooperate :) Are we ready? Lets start:

Question No 1: Aside for being a yandere, whats your dream job/profession?

❤️ Casanova: I wanted to be a chef for the longest time, but i’m happy with my job as an organ harvester!

🕊️ Krow: I-I actually like m-my job as a f-forensics cleaner but... I-I'd love to b-be a stay at home s-spouse a-and just do a-art.

🔪 Ezra: I actually really enjoy my current job. I've had it for going on... 7 years now? Almost 8. (Interviewer: Can we ask what your job is? No? Okay. *thumbs up* bish i value my life more)

🔥 Harper: Hmm, if I had to pick any kind of job, maybe a pyrotechnic?

💐 Keith: To become a plant biologist.

🎮 Tenebris: Be a musician.

🖥️ Virgil: My dream profession is to be Game Developer, I enjoy video games and I have always wanted to make a game for others to enjoy, and so that’s why I’m taking classes of game development.

🎤 Adam: I already have my dream job. Although, I did often think about becoming a vet as a kid. Sometimes I wonder how life would've turned out had I pursued that career instead of singing.

🐕 Henry: I’m not sure! I’ll probably do whatever Buttercup ends up doing!

Interviewer: Atleast some of you love their job *sigh* Me? I just want to be a cat, no work, just meow meow *defeated sigh* Back to the topic at hand:

Question No 2: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (Vacation or permanently)

❤️ Casanova: Barcelona, that’s where i was born and it’s really pretty there

🕊️ Krow: Ah! I-India! I-I'm Indian but... I-I actually don't know m-much about my heritage. I... w-wanna go s-see the land of m-my culture. W-with Dove too o-of course!

🔪 Ezra: Hmm... Anywhere with my Sugarsnap? If that's not too cheesy I suppose. But outside of that I'd like to visit Blaire's extended family in Vietnam.

🔥 Harper: I’m definitely more a big city kind of guy, so I’m pretty happy living where I am… To visit though? Hmm… Somewhere with some snowy mountains maybe, do some snowboarding, chill by a fire with some hot cocoa? Yeah, that sounds nice..

💐 Keith: It will be Kristenbosh National Botanical Garden.

🎮 Tenebris: My old home probably.

🖥️ Virgil: I’ve always wanted to go Iceland for vacation

🎤 Adam: As long as I'm by your (MC) side, it doesn't matter where I'm at~

🐕 Henry: Anywhere where Buttercup is good with me! But if we could both go somewhere, Disneyland might be fun!

Interviewer: So if MC just dissapear out of nowhere, thats the list of places where we can found them? Hmm ..

Question No 3: Song that you will sing to MC if given a chance.

❤️ Casanova: baby - eslabon armado

🕊️ Krow: Uhhh... uhhh... I-I guess... T-Together Forever would be c-cute...

🔪 Ezra: A few different songs, most notably... We'll never have sex by Leith Ross, Let you break my heart again by Laufey & Philharmonia or Habits by Genevieve Stokes. I just want sugar to know I want them for more than... anything. I love their heart and soul, it's not physical for me. Though I do find them incredibly attractive.

🔥 Harper: Actually sing myself?... Umm.. Maybe either Day 1 or No Song Without You, both by Honne?

💐 Keith: Can't Help Falling in Love

🎮 Tenebris: Trust by 7 Seconds

🖥️ Virgil: Rises the Moon, it’s a comfort song of mine, my mum sings this to me and my younger siblings when we were little, by then whenever my mother is busy, I sing the song to my siblings. And Hopefully, I can sing it to my beloved, as a way to help them if they need comfort.

🎤 Adam: *fidgeting because he's written one song in particular that he'd love for MC to hear but is worried that MC will wind up hating it*

🐕 Henry: The Promise by When in Rome! It’s our song!

Interviewer: *secretly adding all the songs to their playlist*

Question No 4: Name one food that you will never ever eat.

❤️ Casanova: Mac and cheese, i fucking hate mac and cheese.

🕊️ Krow: I-I'm never... eating b-bland... white people c-cooking EVER a-again.

🔪 Ezra: Beans on toast. I just don't particularly like beans. Or sweet potatoes.

🔥 Harper: Ugh… Raisins

💐 Keith: Rabbit meat.

🎮 Tenebris: Anything with bugs.

🖥️ Virgil: Anything fish related, I do not like fish, but if someone ever served me, I would just suck it up and eat.

🎤 Adam: *doing 5 stages of disgusted face known to humankind* Anything from Saffrons freezer. (Interviewer: Time to raid Saffron's freezer hehehe)

🐕 Henry: I can’t bring myself to eat cauliflower. It's so bland!

Interviewer: *proceed to eat Mac & Cheese to spite Nova* I dont trust people who hates Mac & Cheese.

Question No 5: This would be a little bit of personal, so you have a choice not to answer this okay? Whats your most treasured possession?

❤️ Casanova: Mi vida’s house key, of course! it’s a little mangled bc i keep chewing on it though.

🕊️ Krow: Oh... w-well... t-this pendant is... p-precious but... well... I-I actually don't have m-many possessions. S-so... everything I have has m-meaning. (Interviewer: I can be your possession Krow)

🔪 Ezra: Eliana gave me a tie she made back in elementary school. Neither of our dads are in the picture so she gave it to me instead. I still wear it to work sometimes. (Interviewer: *starts crying bc this answer is so precious*)

🔥 Harper: This lighter here, we have a bit of history together~

💐 Keith: A bonsai tree I got from my father and I had for 7 years.

🎮 Tenebris: My guitar.

🖥️ Virgil: My necklace, it’s a gift from my dad.

🎤 Adam: You (MC). But if we're talking about an item...*he tugs on his earring*

🐕 Henry: A picture / polaroid of me + Buttercup as kids! (though, I do have more updated ones too…)

Interviewer: I am suprised no one answered MC's nose hair or whatever. Hmm.. Im not fully convinced but I will trust you on this one.

Question No 6: Nosy ask, whats your phone wallpaper right now?

❤️ Casanova: a photo of mi vida in the middle of taking their meds!

🕊️ Krow: D-Dove let us t-take a selfie! I-it's so cute aaaa--

🔪 Ezra: I managed to snap a photo of Sugar and Ellie cuddled up on the couch after a movie night once. I've never before felt so much love swelling in my chest. It almost hurt.

🔥 Harper: *proudly present his phone* 1st is my lockscreen and 2nd is my Homescreen. I took it myself..

💐 Keith: A pair of white lilies (Why is this the most normal answer on this whole interview?)

🎮 Tenebris: We share the same phone, so a pair of white lillies also.

🖥️ Virgil: Pixel art of my beloved Galaxy and my puppy Scott, aren’t they so cute in pixel form? (Interviewer: Scotty baby *coos at the phone* )

🎤 Adam: My home screen is of YOU (MC). My lock screen is of a stray kitten I found on my way to the studio that Ethans younger brother ended up taking in. (Interviewer: Do you have any other pics of the kitten? *cat lady vibes intensifies*)

🐕 Henry: A picture of Buttercup sleeping! How’d I get it? (Note: Its in a modern Au bc mobile phone with camera is not yet invented on Henry's time)

Interviewer: MC supremacy yass! If only some surgeon named Ketamine Yetrovzski use my photo as his wallpaper *coughs* (Ketamine shouting "NO" can be heard in the background but still here supporting the interviewer, this fuckin tsundere)

Question No 7: If you could appear in any popular movie/anime/book, which one would you choose?

❤️ Casanova: hmm, i would say the hp lovecraft series! hate the guy but i’m a major monster fucker

🕊️ Krow: Umm... I... I-I wanna be in a Jane A-Austen book. As a p-protagonist. N-no matter what... t-they marry happily in t-the end.

🔪 Ezra: Well... I guess... I'm not sure. I've never really thought about it. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I can't imagine my life without Eliana and I don't want to be anywhere without my sugarcube.

🔥 Harper: Ah.. thats a hard one.. If I get powers n shit and I’m not just a normal person maybe Jujutsu Kaisen?... Tbh I play more games than I do watch or read anything haha..

💐 Keith: Sherlock Holmes, because solving murder cases looks like fun. So does creating the perfect murder. *a sudden smoke appear near Keith for dramatic effect*

🎮 Tenebris: Inuyasha. I really want a Kagome. (Interviewer putting their Kagome costume)

🖥️ Virgil: Hmmmm that’s a tough one… Haha I couldn’t think of anything right now.

🎤 Adam: Death note, the anime. I think I could do a lot better with that notebook than light Yagami did. (Hermit, the creator, rolls their eyes behind the scenes and Adam glaring daggers to Hermit)

🐕 Henry: The Princess Bride! That movie is practically about me + Buttercup.

Interviewer: Im with Harper on this one. JJK so I cant prevent Nanami and Nobara Shibuya Arc huhuhu.

Question No 8 : What are some habits you have? Any strange ones?

❤️ Casanova: I tend to scratch at my braces when i’m trying to focus, often i’d end up chewing on my fingers.

🕊️ Krow: Uhh.... I... bite my h-hands... a lot. It's... a comfort t-thing. S-sometimes my forearms too. I-I guess I also make the same expression a-as to what I'm d-drawing.

🔪 Ezra: When eating food like burgers or sandwiches I eat around the edge and then eat the center last. Um... I also tend to rub things with my fingertips when I don't know what to do with my hands. I'm almost always touching my nails absent-mindedly.

🔥 Harper: I have a habit of scratching my fingertips, especially when I’m nervous… Its kinda a bad habit, sometimes I scratch em a little raw.

💐 Keith: Buttoning and unbuttoning my shirt sleeve when Im bored or nervous.

🎮 Tenebris: Leaving my things all over the bed

🖥️ Virgil: Hmmmm, whenever I play a video game that has levels right? And I messed up one thing, I restart the level. Don’t know why, I just like to go through the levels smoothly. It’s pretty frustrating if you ask me ahaha

🎤 Adam: I don't have any strange habits. I'm just a normal guy. (Someone shouts LIAR and its not Hermit, i swear. Or maybe?)

🐕 Henry: Hmmm…I have really bad sleeping habits if I’m being honest! I’m lucky if I can get 3 hours of sleep at night. As for strange ones, nope, I’m perfectly normal! (now the interviewer is also shouting LIAR)

Interviewer: That was the biggest lie Ive ever heard in my entire life Henry. *headache incoming* No one is normal here. Im not even normal smh.

Question No 9: This question was submitted by Gavin Hyeon of Camp Willlow Peak. Its time to test your flirting skill, give me one pick up line that you will probably use when flirting with MC. Gavin said he is watching you right now.

❤️ Casanova: if you were a heart i’d eat you out!

🕊️ Krow: N-no wonder i-it's overcast t-today. All t-the colors are in y-your eyes.

🔪 Ezra: Sometimes I wonder what good deed I did to deserve such a perfect soul like you to enter my life.

🔥 Harper: Pickup lines really aren’t my thing… Gavin did write down this one for me once though… Lets see it’s here somewhere…” *digs through his pockets and pulls out a piece of scrap paper* “Here it is… ‘Hey baby… You got any Italian in you?.. No?... Do you want some?’ …… I don’t get it 😐 *Gavin cheering in the background*

💐 Keith: Im really not a fan of pickup lines, but okay, "You're sweet enough to give me diabetes".

🎮 Tenebris: Tie your shoelaces, I don't want you falling for someone else!" (Legend says that until now, Tenebris is still waiting for MC to wear shoelaces and for them to be untied.)

🖥️ Virgil: Hmmm let me go grab my telescope, so I can admire the beautiful star.

🎤 Adam: *combusts into one giant human blush* (Hermit doing a voice over: He can only flirt on the fly. If he has to think his actions through he'll get self conscious and overheat from overthinking it)

🐕 Henry: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together!

Interviewer: *currently helping Gavin to write his will of testament before he becomes Gavin Flavored Toasted Marshmallow, recipe by Harper*

Question No 10: This would be the last question, and I want to thank you again for giving me a chance to interview you. Before we end this, do you have anything you want to say to the people reading this?

❤️ Casanova: if you ever need fresh organs without having to do it yourself contact valentine’s anatomy distribution! we have a wide selection available, and if you’re a fellow yandere homie you get a discount!

🕊️ Krow: Uhh, well? I-I guess... t-thank you for... f-finding me interesting.

🔪 Ezra: Not particularly. I'm not sure why Lilith arranged the interview but I don't mind answering questions. I should probably head back into work soon though... Oh, I will say this. Thank you for coming into my life Sugar, I didn't think I could love someone like I love you.

🔥 Harper: .. Unshrimp your fucking backs, love you~

💐 Keith: Um, hello. I hope my answers weren't too boring.

🎮 Tenebris: No? I don't know 'em.

🖥️ Virgil: Hello everyone, I hope all of you have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, make sure to take care of yourselves or else I will if you don’t mind hehe~

🎤 Adam: Is...YOU (MC) reading this? Because if you are, I hope to see you again really soon~

🐕 Henry: You guys are kinda weird for wanting an interview! I’m not quite sure what else to say though!

Interviewer: And that would be all. Thank you to our lovely guests for joining us today. And here is the bribe. List of all 2d characters MC currently simping for. Do what you want with that info.

Interviewer: Hi Hi guys! Again, CC here. Thank you again for entertaining this interview. To end this, may we ask for a few advices you can give for those aspiring artist out there or those who want to create their own vn.

NOVA belongs to @cannibalsweetheart : if you’re starting a project don’t feel unmotivated if you don’t get a lot of traction in the first few weeks, building a platform takes time, but soon enough you’ll gain an audience! (Demo link here)

Krow belongs to @thekrows-nest : While I don't have immediate plans for a VN (despite folks begging for it), for artist stuff, keep experimenting and trying out things. Don't be afraid to go to friends for advice. (:

Ezra belongs to @restartheartvn : lshdfksdfhj okay for my answer! My advice? Don't make something for other people. Make what YOU want to see. Make something that YOU are interested in. If you like... make something that you don't love and enjoy making people can tell. It doesn't come off as genuine and you'll burn out that way. Don't think about numbers or anything like that. Make stuff because it makes you happy. I make Restart Heart because I love my little passion project. I love it so much I get my nails done to match my game and spend most of the day thinking about it. I would still be making Restart Heart if no one played. Make something that you would want to make even if no one saw. Even if you were the only person in the world who loves it, make it because it brings you happiness. Sorry if that's cheesy or like super standard but it's genuine. (Demo link here)

Harper belongs to @campwillowpeak : Hmmm, other than the good ol’ practice practice practice?…Try and remember to have fun yeah? Don’t focus on numbers, yeah everyone wants more eyes on their work, thats normal, but if you focus only on how big you are you’re gonna burn out and get discouraged, stuff like that takes time, consistency, and a little bit of luck. In the meantime just have fun and make friends! Besides, people can tell if you’re trying to force it, an audience’ll more often stay if they can tell you’re legitimately having fun! And never just look at where you are now… Look at how far you’ve come from too!~

Keith & Tenebris belongs to @dualityvn : Make sure you set realistic goals for yourself. Taking on too many tasks and planning a project that is bigger than what you can currently manage can be your downfall. Stay positive and always create the things you yourself love! (Demo link here)

Virgil belongs to @wouldyoustayvn : Take your time! There’s no need to rush to make the game quickly! Make sure to take breaks!))

Adam belongs to @unknownhermit : Please get a good chair. It'll help in the long run when you're often crouched over your desk for hours on end. Don't be like me who hovers over my desk like a hermit crab shell.😅 Second thing is to just have fun creating and don't worry about what others think! I used to obsessively worry if my work was good enough and wound up never releasing it because I got self conscious. It wasn't until YOU and HIM that I actually had fun with what I was doing and I think that translated into my work. Create to create for yourself. Don't worry about what anyone else thinks because it's important to create what you love and are passionate about. And I'm sure a lot of us would love to see what sorts of things you'll come up with. 💙 (Demo link here)

Henry belongs to @homecomingvn : Ahh, I’m a really bad person to ask for advice if I’m being honest! I guess all I can really say is that no matter how silly you think your idea is, there will be an audience for it! It can be scary to put yourself out there, but honestly, this community is so incredibly supportive + I’ve met some amazing people here! Also, I’d recommend keeping various docs about your project! It’s nice to have it all in one (or 3 + a google slides in my case) place so you can have a clear idea about your wip + its characters. And lastly, be prepared for people to be horny! ^^ (okay, you dont have to call me out >…< will still send horny ask bc someone needs to 😙)

Just a little self indulgent ramblings. I dont know if anyone already know about this game, but one of my moots recommended this, its DONT LOOK VN and I tell you, its so good. The story premise, the creepy atmosphere and the voice acting are all on point. They have on going Kickstarter and they only have 8 days left to reach the goal. This is my way of helping since im unable to pledge bc the banks here in the country im currently residing are shitty and they keep declining, so please if you have means to support, please do. Lets help them to reach their goals.

Here is the link of the demo also and their socials:

Kickstarter | Demo | Twitter | Tumblr

DO IT FOR CHESTER!!

#camp willowpeak #restart heart #cannibal sweetheart #yandere #duality keith #duality tenebris #yandere male #the krow's nest #you and him #would you stay vn #homecoming vn #Yandere Interview #dont look vn #Please support Dont Look Vn

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #266

Febri vol. 40. Kubo Mitsurou's interview

Part 11.

--- The most extreme example of that is the rings scene in episode 10 - it was shocking. After listening to what you've just said - was is also a spontaneous development?

"Not spontaneous - it was inevitable! At least this is what I was thinking, when I was drawing the storyboards. I was looking forward to draw that scene at the end of episode 9., where Yuuri and Victor meet again at the airport in Fukuoka, and at that point in time, me or Yamamoto Director, we weren't really planning to set up any bombastic tricks in episodes 10 or 11. However, because episode 10 is the last breather before the Grand Prix Final, we wanted to make it as fun as we could. To do that we were putting forward different ideas and I was wondering if it would be possible to make the relationship between Yuuri and Victor even deeper. By that point in time, they had already hugged and done things straight out of Monday 9PM TV dramas, so I was thinking that probably doing more would be impossible. But then, a thought came to me, that it would be nice to have an item that could be a kind of boost for the Grand Prix Final. When I was looking around websites of various rings brands, I found the information that engagement rings are not only for people who want to get married, but also something that you can gift to your soulmate. I thought: "That's it!". Plus, among the reference materials we have gathered during our location hunting in Barcelona, I found photos of a church and choir, so I thought: "That's the place!".

--- Everything just came together, almost as if you were guided by something/somebody.

"I was almost at the end of my wits at that time, but that scene, I drew on impulse. It was before the anime started airing, so I didn't know what the response was going to be like, and how people were going to interpret it. I was like: I don't really care if people are going to think that "this scene is just absurd!" (laugh).

--- As a result, the viewers went crazy.

"If it was a manga, I think that much less attention would have been paid to it, surprisingly. It was very interesting for me to see, how impactful it was when it was made into animation.

[Notes: Many TV dramas that aired at this time slot, Monday at 9PM, on Fuji TV gained huge popularity, so it's a sort of "brand" for TV dramas. It's already a well-know fact in the fandom, but for newer fans which happened to stumble across this translation - she meant the airport scene.

---

"When I was looking around websites of various rings brands, I found the information that engagement rings are not only for people, who wants to get married, but also something that you can gift to your soulmate."

Many people would probably feel a bit weird if somebody important to them gave them a ring saying that "it's an engagement ring", but then said: "But it's not an engagement, we are not engaged" - the classic "words have specific meanings" problem. I'm sure some jewelry brands use the word "soulmate" in their marketing, but I'm not sure they encourage people to gift "engagement rings" to people who they don't want to get engaged to. There are others types of rings, too, after all.

In Jp, she kind of "solved" this problem using the English-Japanese word "engage rings (engeeji ringu)", where engage is short for "engagement", instead of Japanese "konyaku yubiwa", lol. Both mean exactly the same thing, but people who don't speak English may not know what the word "engagement" means - like, "engeeji ringu" is the ring the bride-to-be may get from her partner, but maybe it has different meanings in English, who knows? 🤨 If she said "'konyaku yubiwa' are not for 'konyaku'" instead, then you'd immediately think: "eee, what are you talking about? Why call them "konyaku yubiwa" then?"... At least, no clubs for after-school activities were mentioned this time 😂 (The "rings are for bukatsu members" explanation was from Pash!!! issue published on February 10th 2017, and this interview was published on March 1st 2017.)]

#yuri on ice #yoi translations #yuri on ice translation

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour et bienvenue on this cloudy, cool morning, it’s only 5c out there at the moment and we can expect a high of only 10c. However, I don’t care as I am going out for lunch to the restaurant by the lake.

4 years ago, to the day, I stood on the rooftop of the museum in Mahdia and took this photo. I had arrived on the 22nd for the start of a 10 day holiday in Tunisia, I felt it was a good idea to be reminded of the sun and sea.

I have decided to do the music section first this week for reasons which may become clearer as the blog progresses. The first song is dates from 1980 and is by the Average White Band, its, Let’s Go Round Again. AWB are probably better known for their hit “Pick up the Pieces. I hope you enjoy these songs. The second song also from the 80’s is “Its My Life” by Talk Talk from 1986.

My young friend Pauline celebrated her 27th birthday on Monday, she had a great day. On Sunday she had been to the beach in Barcelona enjoying some someshine. She had a cake with candles and made a wish that I would recover! What a wonderful wish 😊. She said for the first time she is loving her work, obviously working in Barcelona, where she benefits from the brighter days, has booster her morale. Not like when she lived in Dublin and the bright days were few and far between.

After an horrendous nightmare where I felt like being “The Pied Piper” and leading zillions of 🐀 🐀 🐀 to the banks of the River Aube, I decided to ask my neighbour to check out my composter. The verdict was “No rats in here Mrs” oh did that make me feel better and I went into the garden and cardboard mulched around the hellebores which made my day. I also found close to the hellebores and even in the grass signs, if not primulas, then cowslips. I plan on letting the grass grow in order for them to at least flower, as long as I don’t have long spells in hospital, I hope to not let the grass be “shorn to the ground” which is what my neighbour seems to do to his grass. It’s kind of him to mow my grass but not to have it covered in moss during the wet months.

Primulas have been messed up again in the potager by “the damned cat” and now it has found it’s way into the back garden to 💩 first of all in the grass and then into the raised bed to not “tiptoe through the tulips” (as the song goes) but to 💩 and scratch among the daffodils. Is there no end to this “Monster”.

I had hurt my back last Friday replanting the planter (think I have pulled a muscle). So plans to add more cardboard mulch to the borders are on hold. As I can’t even carry a quarter bag of compost!

The nurse came and took my bloods, I had felt rather faint (hungry) before she came so bless her she was going to get me some breakfast before she left. I just asked for a cup of milk, which she brought me, I thought that was very kind of her.

I did a lot of reading at the weekend which meant that my knitting has been neglected 😱. I did a little bit early in the week but my heart isn’t in it at the moment. I went into town on Tuesday to see Claudine and to give the photocopied pattern for the crocheted pendant and earrings to her. We are looking to make some smaller items to sell at a lower price so that people will buy them at the markets. I then walked into town to see if the jeweller would be able to look at the stone in my grandmothers engagement ring to confirm if it was real or not. When I arrived possibly about 14:50 he was out and would be another 20 minutes or so. I couldn’t hang around!

The toilet I had fitted when I first moved into this house in 2019, has for years had a temperamental flush. Occasionally it flushed and water continued running down the back of the bowl causing terrible rumbling noises in the pipes. I guessed it was due to limescale but how to solve it? I asked my new plumber the cause and he cleaned the flush but it was still doing it occasionally. Well he came and worked his magic this week I think he cleared a lot of the limescale out of the cistern, replaced the flush, which now does exactly as needed a half flush as well as a full flush and at the moment no gurgling pipes.

Oh my goodness, have I told you how wonderful my grandchildren are? I received three videos of them playing at home. They are happy to play separately but the youngest (my grandson) was playing with his ro-ro ferry near where my granddaughter was playing with her dolls, needing some help he asked so politely if she could help him, she stopped what she was doing to open one of the doors then when he wanted it closing again she did that too. It was so wonderful to see.

“The Photographer” was unable to take photos at Scarborough AFC on Tuesday as he was working a 1-9 shift. He had been to an hotel near to Skipton for a night which included a meal at the Michelin Star restaurant. It was a 7 course taster menu, it all looked really delicious.

“The Trainee Solicitor” and “The Ex-Graduate” had four nights away in a “lodge” in Wensleydale. It had beautiful views but on their last night they were so cold and rain was coming in through a skylight. They were also disappointed with the siting of the hot tub. They did manage a decent walk to Hardraw Falls before returning soaked through. They took a trip to Aysgarth Falls it’s an area of renowned movie locations and of course Wensleydale cheese is known from the Wallace and Gromit film series.

My appointment with the oncologist was on Friday and as I had perused my blood test results I knew that all was not well. However, telling myself I am no doctor, I waited to hear what he had to say. Yes, cancer is back! So there I am not struck dumb at all and my first question was “is there treatment available?” The reply was “yes” my next question “when do we start chemotherapy, next week?” Yes I go into hospital on Tuesday. That’s all I needed to know. Poor Monique when I messaged her…. She replied did I want her to ring me or call to see me the next day. I said for her to come and visit me the following day. Apparently she had cried, she rang her daughter and cried again. My friends are rallying again, hence the restaurant lunch today. Anie who is still suffering with shingles pain without the postules, made me laugh when she said the postules can’t get through her fat, she isn’t fat at all! She too provided moral support. Pauline hadn’t answered my message yet and I know she will be upset. However, I am here and obviously fit enough to go through more treatment. It has made me think that perhaps the nine years I had when I thought I was a cancer survivor, I was actually just living with cancer. Who cares, I have had some great times and if I have any say in the matter I will have a lot more to come!

Monique came yesterday and we had a really good chat (about two hours worth) 😳. She always amazes me, she has a lovely garden at home but she looked out at mine, at the hyacinths just starting to flower, the tulips, daffodils, iris and the hellebores and declared it a wonderful garden. She loves the potager full of violas whose seed blew on the wind and filled the potager with yellow and green brightness. Then she noticed the violas tulips and iris I had transplanted to there location near the composter and was full of admiration. I felt very proud. I think I had better check the seeds I have to plant this year as I really do want the garden to be a riot of colour!

I had my book delivery on Thursday, whew what a relief! I have plenty of reading material to take into hospital with me.

Now I really must leave my bed and start to get ready for my lunchtime rendezvous.

Oh I would just like to add a special “God morgen” to anyone reading this in Norway.

Until next time…..

#barsuraube #mahdia #photography #80’s music #friends #family #knitting #keeping positive #nature #trees #living your best life

[charliethomascoxuniverse]

The Actor and the Saint

Catholic Digest: April 2011

A Q&A with Charlie Cox on playing Josemaría Escrivá in the film “There Be Dragons”

By Julie Rattey

“People who struggle with faith can be moved by [Escrivá’s] strength and integrity and belief”

Charlie Cox, 28, most recently seen in the British series “Downton Abbey,” spoke with Catholic Digest about how working on the upcoming film “There Be Dragons,” which touches on the life of Josemaría Escrivá, the 20th-century Spanish saint and founder of Opus Dei, affected his Catholic faith. 

I heard that you went on retreat to prepare for the role. What did you come away with from that experience?

Oh my gosh, I wouldn’t even know how to begin. It was extraordinary. I started off in Barcelona, and met up with a really wonderful man called Dámaso Ezpeleta, who is a historian and a member of the Opus Dei, and he took me to two different centers in Barcelona. [Later] we went to meet with Father John Wauck, who’s an Opus Dei priest, and spent five or six days at a priest’s retreat just outside Barbastro. I got into a routine with Father John of waking up very early and putting on a cassock and going down for a morning meditation and prayer and then having breakfast. Then maybe we’d walk around and pray together, or we’d say the Rosary, and then we’d have lunch, and then we’d go to different areas that Josemaría had been to, where he had his First Communion, all this kind of stuff. And talked a great deal about Josemaría and his life and about what people thought of him, and about the controversy, and all the time I’m tripping up and down stairs in my cassock (laughter).

So what was that experience like for you personally, emotionally, spiritually?

Well, I always find it very hard to know because the benefits are kind of not tangible; you can’t see them. I remember talking to Father John early on about the journey that I had had with my faith. I was brought up a Catholic. I went to a Protestant school that had 90 percent Protestants and 10 percent Catholics. When you’re at school, anything that’s compulsory is, in some ways, uncool. Going to church on Sunday was compulsory, so most of us spent most of our time trying to get out of it. And it wasn’t until I got near the end of my school career that I recognized that I actually enjoyed aspects of it.

What aspects did you enjoy?

I looked forward to spending that time listening to the priest talk about Jesus, or about his life, or read from the Bible, and I enjoyed that time of sitting down and turning your phone off for an hour, which we never do. I’ve always loved being in churches. I find them extraordinary. And so I remember saying to Father John, I felt like part of this job was kind of a gift, you know, in many ways, and I wanted to approach it with as open a mind as possible and re-establish some sort of faith that I hadn’t perhaps lost but wasn’t really doing anything about.

Having a relationship with God wasn’t something that I really could relate to, I don’t think. I told people I believe (in God) because I grew up (that way) and I had taken my Holy Communion and been Confirmed, but again, you do it at a relatively young age, often you don’t really know what you’re doing.

So you hoped that the retreat would—

Well, the experience itself, I was really open to it having a lasting effect on me and my faith, I guess. I wanted to get to know [Josemaría Escrivá] as well as I could, and in order to do that, I immersed myself in it, and I was excited by the prospect of what that might mean in terms of just for Charlie.

And did you find that that happened?

One thing I think I discovered is that when Father John and I would go to our morning meditation, we would kneel in this little chapel, and one of the things he would say every morning — and I never forget that, [even though] I was always really sleepy — I remember he would say, “Here I am, God,” and then, “I firmly believe that You are here, and that You can hear me.” I think that’s wonderful, I think that’s beautiful. But it struck me that that’s not necessarily true for me, or for everyone. I realized during this period that faith is as much a gift as it is (something) for us to work at. I do think that we have to put ourselves out there; you have to work at it, and at least attempt to relate your life to your God. But it was just interesting for me to note that faith is a gift, it’s grace, and it’s not a shortcoming of one if you don’t have it, necessarily, you know? I actually feel that my faith has grown immensely with being able to acknowledge that within me there is a part that doesn’t believe.

Father John told me this story about someone in the Bible who Jesus (essentially) asked, “Do you believe?” And his reply was, “I do believe, help my unbelief.” (March 9:24) And what I took that to mean was, “Could you help the bit of me that doubts?” For me to acknowledge the part of me that doubts has been immensely helpful to me, so that I can not feel bad when I’m skeptical, you know? And Josemaría would talk about this. I think it was in one of his lectures where he says that what God wants you to do is involve Him in your disbelief. Even if you wake up and you have no inclination to talk to God on that particular day because you’re angry or frustrated or you have doubts, or whatever it is, what you must do is tell Him that, involve Him in that. And that’s a revelation to me. The more I got to know about Josemaría, the more I got to know about Opus Dei and the people I met within it, which were numerous, the more inclined was I to believe that he was a really special man. He was an extraordinary, extraordinary man, and the work  — what the Opus Dei calls God’s work — is a really beautiful concept.

How does that idea speak to you personally — Escrivá’s philosophy that holiness can be found in everyday work and everyday life? For example, did it give you any new insights into your own work as an actor? Did it give you any perspective on the work that you do?

I know that it did, it certainly did on my life. The idea that you can offer up the making of your bed in the morning, or an exercise — going for a run in the park — you can offer up these things to God, or for a human being — I do that all the time now. I love that. I wouldn’t necessarily admit it to everyone (laughs), but I love that idea.

What I loved about Josemaría’s work was that by doing that — by seeking holiness through everyday life, whatever your vocation, whether it be an actor, or a musician, an office worker, a mother, a father, doesn’t matter, by seeking holiness in doing that, what you also do, I think, is you begin to divorce yourself from self-seeking motives, and that’s amazing. And if you can slowly begin to divorce yourself from “I, I, I. What about me?” and start to develop a state of thinking about others, and putting others before yourself… I don’t know any sort of religion or teaching in the world that doesn’t indicate that to be in some ways the answer to happiness and freedom — getting out of self and into your fellows or God.

I think it opens up a lot too, when you start to think of your own work and the things around you as holy, it helps you to see the goodness in other people and in everything that you do. It can help make life a lot happier, I think.

Yeah. To begin to see your day as filled with opportunities to humble yourself for God and for your fellows is a wonderful, complete change of consciousness. And whether it’s picking up a bit of rubbish in the street to holding a door open for someone, it doesn’t matter. If you do those things in that frame of thinking, I think you begin to change your character.

What do you hope audiences will take away from the film? The vast majority of people who’ll probably go see this film will probably be Catholics. I think the vast majority of them will hopefully enjoy it. But for those people who don’t know anything about Josemaría or who aren’t religiously inclined, my hope is that they’ll be able to watch it with an open mind and think, Regardless of whether I believe what this man stood for, regardless of whether I have any convictions or thoughts around religion, he was an extraordinary man. People who don’t necessarily have the gift of faith, people like myself who struggle with faith, can watch that and be moved by this man’s strength and integrity and belief.

~*~

#an interesting and personal interview #also he went on a priest's retreat for nearly a week to prepare for this role #that's DEDICATION <3 #charlie cox #josemaria escriva #there be dragons #tw catholicism #tw christianity

[alifahzndn]

Ooh To Be A Gooner

In many of the decisions I've made in life that I felt were important, it mostly came down to a gut feeling of whether something felt right or wrong.

It's incredible when I look back at how I became an Arsenal fan two decades ago, it was also down to just that — a feeling.

My earliest memory of being an Arsenal fan was when I was 10 years old. I loved hanging out with the boys at school and that very often meant talking about football.

Our school had two sessions, one in the morning and another in the afternoon. We were in the afternoon session at that time. Every day, students in the afternoon session would have to gather at this assembly area in school before we could enter our classes.

It was during this time that the boys would often sit closely in groups and talk about football and have little banters between them about their teams. For me to participate in that conversation, I needed a team.

I didn't know much about football at that time. I didn't know a lot of teams or players, what more the fixtures, rules, or competitions.

I guess playing PES on PlayStation helped a bit but I didn't truly appreciate the game. I just needed a team to join the boys.

I have no memory of how Arsenal was first introduced to me, but I remember thinking that Manchester United and Liverpool felt "overrated" because everyone who spoke about football were supporting either of these two teams at the time. I had one friend who supported Chelsea but I didn't feel the connection.

Arsenal, however, felt right, and so Arsenal became my team.

I didn't know the players, but I heard Thierry Henry and Dennis Bergkamp were legends. My first impression of Arsène Wenger was that he looked a lot like my grandfather.

All that mattered then was that I could be part of the boys' little banter club. It was the boys who would tell me that Arsenal had won or lost a game and what that meant in terms of the club's standing in the league table or cup competition.

Over the years, I became more aware of the team and the game.

Cesc Fàbregas was the first player I became a fan of. I started watching Arsenal games late at night, going through the joys and pains of each game, buying club kits, learning about the league, the cups, the club's history, and cultivating that deep desire to win.

Then there was the unmissable chance of watching Arsenal live on their 2011 Asian tour, and not long after that, the anguish of Cesc leaving for Barcelona.

A few years after that were the 'Wenger Out' years. Those were the hardest. I distanced myself from the club, only checking the scores every now and then.

It wasn't until recently that I started to reconnect with the club again, and with football, in general. Last season was special for Arsenal and the fans, and Super Mik Arteta has done wonders to bring back the love and belief in the club.

For me, this marks another chapter of learning and appreciating football at a more refined and tactical level, and to love and understand Arsenal more meaningfully and deeply.

I've also taken a keen interest in the Arsenal Women's team as they continue to raise the bar in women's football. If I ever have the opportunity to visit Emirates Stadium, I hope to catch the women's team in action.

Like any football fan, I want every success for my club of over 20 years. Looking back, I never expected the game to shape me as a person. Hopefully, all for the better.

[adoracora-elizabeth]

When life interrupts, chapter 26

I am incredibly sorry for taking this long to come with this update. I wasn't planning on ghosting this story, but there was simply no time to write. But here is the long awaited update and finish to this story. There is already a new idea for a next one in my head. And since I am back home, there is time again to write more often, so that story will follow soon.

'Darling?' Robert poked his head around the corner of the kitchen.

Cora looked up. "What is it?"

"I just got a call from the contractors. The house is ready." Robert stepped inside the kitchen.

"Ready? But that would take at least two more months. How did they do that?" Cora answered.

"They started early on our house, so we can move in before we go to Barcelona."

Cora walked over to Robert and wrapped her arms around him. 'That is really great news. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I didn’t do anything."

"Well, you do. You make me a very happy woman, and that is what I am thankful for." She got on the tip of her toes and kissed him. "But maybe we should not move before Barcelona. We are leaving in 10 days; I will not be able to pack everything up here and in your place and also pack for our stay in Barcelona."

Robert frowned. He had not thought of that. "You think we should wait?"

Cora kissed Robert again. "I know we have to wait. It is for the best." Cora smiled. "In two days, Rosamund and Marmaduke will get married, can you believe it? Dinner is almost ready."

Robert looked at his watch. "That is early it is only 17.00 o'clock."

"I promised Rosamund to help her tonight, and I have to be there at 18.30. She doesn't know, but I am going to take her out on her hen-night."

Robert's face got white. "Did I have to organise that for Marmaduke too?"

Cora stepped back. "Robert! Please tell me you did organise something?"

Robert's cheeks started to colour bright red, and he stammered. "I totally forgot about it."

Cora touched his arm. "Well, I suspected that you would forget, so I arranged an evening."

"You did?" Robert raised his eyebrows, and what if I had not forgotten?"

A loud chuckle filled the kitchen. "Robert, I know you." Was all Cora said. She looked at her watch. "Now, can you get Patrick? I will feed him and then we need to eat. We need to change, and the sitter will be here soon."

+++

"Darling sister, I hope you will have a wonderful honeymoon. And Marmaduke, I know where to find you when you hurt Rosamund." Robert said, kissing Rosamund on her cheek and shaking Marmaduke's hand.

"Marmaduke would never hurt Rosamund, don’t you worry about that." Cora smiled. She was standing next to Robert. They were the last to say goodbye to Rosamund and Marmaduke after their wedding day.

"Have a safe trip to Barcelona." Rosamund took Cora’s hand in hers. "And please make sure you two will come back to London."

"Don't you worry about that. We both want to live here, and Barcelona is only temporary. I quite like the idea of being away for 2 months, but I am also happy it is only 2 months. Now of you go."

They watched Rosamund and Marmaduke get in the car and drive off. Cora’s hand rested on Robert’s arm. These last two days had been good. She felt at ease next to Robert. Even though Barcelona was coming, she was sure it would work out, and she was happy with Robert next to her. He was more present and involved with the new house. Tonight, when Violet made a snarky comment, when Cora left the dining area to feed Patrick, she heard Robert standing up for her. That brief moment made it clear he was choosing her and Patrick. Maybe Barcelona would even be good for them. Just the two of them and little Patrick. No Violet, Patrick, Rosamund, or Marmaduke to express their opinion.

"Earth is calling."

Cora looked up; Robert was looking at her. "I am sorry, I was miles away."

"That I noticed." Robert smiled at her. He moved his hand to her chin and lifted it. "You don't realise how beautiful you are." He kissed her lips tenderly, but his kiss got more intense as soon as he tasted her. He pressed her against the wall and noticed Cora was not protesting. He moved his hand over her neck to her shoulders. His mouth followed his movements.

When he saw goosebumps on Cora’s skin, it was an encouragement for him to go even further. His hands moved to her side and hips, softly squeezing her, but his mouth moved to her chest. Cora was wearing a low-cut, long blue dress. The blue colour made her eyes pop, and the way the dress fitted around her body left nothing for his imagination. It followed her curves perfectly. It did not show everything, but he knew her body so well that he imagined her skin underneath the dress. His hand moved over her belly, and he traced the stretch marks there. They were not visible through her dress, but he knew where they were.

"Don't." Cora's hand softly rested on his. She looked at him with hungry eyes. "Can we go home?"

Robert let out a low rumble. "We could do it here?" He looked around. They were in front of the venue, standing in a remote corner. All the guests had left, and it aroused him, thinking of pleasing his Cora here.

"Outside? Here?" Cora's voice raised a couple of octaves. Out of excitement and surprise.

Robert started to lift the hem of Cora’s dress, his fingers slightly touching her skin through her stockings. He lifted her up and rested her on a ledge behind her. He felt her hands on his shoulders, pulling him close. Her left hand was playing with the hairs in his neck. He lifted her dress even further and pulled her stockings down. He bent forward and kissed her inner thigh. Cora shivered, Robert continued his kisses and got closer to her warm spot. He noticed Cora was getting ready. Her nails dug into his skin, and he heard her soft moaning that she was trying to suppress. His hand rested on her bum, and he intensified the movement of his mouth.

Cora's hands moved over his back, and she pulled him even closer. Then she heard a door open and voices coming out. Her whole body stiffened up, and she pressed her thighs together, squeezing Robert’s head.

"What are you doing?" He asked, surprised, while he stood up, but Cora moved her hand to his mouth to shut him up.

"Ssstt." Cora did not say anything, only looked at Robert. Then he heard the voices. He started to pull up Cora’s stockings, but she stopped him and shook her head. Once again, she made the sussing sound. Then Robert understood, they were not visible. He felt her hands on his bum, pressing him against her. His manhood pressed against her pelvis, and he felt his excitement grow. The fact they could be discovered made his arousal even bigger. Cora’s hands slowly moved over his back, and she moved her hips back and forth. The voices were still in front, and they had to be silent. He almost let out a sound when Cora grabbed his front. He looked into her eyes and saw a playful look. She enjoyed this game a little bit too much, he thought. Her grip intensified, and he had trouble making no sounds. Her mouth found his, and her tongue slipped inside. Robert let out a low moan.

Cora moved her hand over his manhood. Suddenly, she pulled his boxer down and closed her hand around him. Moving up and down while still discovering his mouth with her tongue. With her other hand, she held him close.

Robert leaned back to get some air. He looked down into her eyes. Without a word, he scolded her. There was a smile playing around Cora’s mouth. Her hand did not slow down, the opposite. He saw the hunger in her eyes, and he could not believe his luck. He felt his body shudder. He was close, and Cora knew he was. She got down and pleased him with her mouth. Robert put his hands against the wall to steady himself.

Cora got back up, in between his arms, still with a smile on her face. She kissed his lips. "I think they are gone." She said softly, biting his lip.

Robert lowered his hands and pulled her close. "You......" But he could not finish his sentence. Cora pressed her lips against his again. "Oh Cora." Robert murmured.

"Don't." Cora said. "Let's go home." She rested her head against his chest.

Robert wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips on the top of her head. "But what about you?" He asked.

Cora looked up. "We have the whole night for ourselves. We don't have to pick up Patrick before the afternoon."

"I love you. You know that don't you?" Robert said, unsure.

"Don't be silly." Cora took Robert’s hand in hers. "Of course, I know that."

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"Do you know for sure we have everything packed?" Robert asked Cora.

Cora had just put Patrick in his crib, she looked up. "What we don't have we will buy." She looked at her watch. "The cab will arrive soon." Violet had arranged an afternoon with some business relations. Cora was not looking forward to it, but she knew it was important for the business. The day after tomorrow they would get in the plane to Barcelona. She could not wait to leave, Robert was tense, his mother was trying to control everything he was going to do in Barcelona. She clearly did not like it that Cora was coming with him. Cora wished there would come a day Violet just accepted her.

Robert took her hand. "Don't be nervous, whatever Mama has planned, it will be alright."

Cora squeezed his hand. "With you next to me, I can be strong." The doorbell rang. "There is the cab, you gave the babysitter instructions, right?"

"I did." Robert stepped back and looked at Cora. She was wearing a dark purple dress, which reached to the floor, it was flowing around her body when she moved. It looked incredible on her. He had chosen a tie in the same colour. He watched her go down the stairs. Quickly he padded his pocket, to make sure the item was there.

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"This isn't the way home. Robert where are we going?" Cora asked. They got in the cab after the event ended. Violet tried to keep Robert busy, but he had kept Cora close. Introducing to everybody to whom he was talking. She really felt included and part of his world.

"You are correct, we aren't going home yet."

"I have to call the babysitter to make sure she knows we are running late."

Robert took Cora's hand. "She knows we are not coming home yet." He winked at her.

Cora's eyes grew. "Where are we going?"

"You will see."

The cab stopped in front of the Old Royal Naval College. "Have you ever been here?" Robert asked.

"No, never, but it is on my wish list to see the Painted Hall. Are we going to see it?"

Robert chuckled, Cora's eyes had lit up and made them even more beautiful. He was glad the surprise had this effect on her. He restrained himself from leaning in and kissing her. Instead, he got out and opened the door for Cora. She hooked her arm in his and they walked towards the entrance.

"Honey, it looked like they are closed?" She said, looking at the closed gate.

"They are, but not for us." Robert answered.

They entered into the Painted Hall and Cora gasped. Inside there was a small orchestra playing 'Hymne de l’amour - Édith Piaf/Marguerite Monnot' She looked at Robert, at that same moment he got on his knee and held out a little box. "My darling Cora, I know our story didn't go like the ones in fairy tales. But we found our way back to each other and our little Patrick is the prove of our love for each other." He swallowed, the love that poured out of Cora's eyes was overwhelming. "I cannot imagine my life without you in it and would love to call you, my wife. Will you marry me."

Cora felt her heart started racing the moment Robert got on one knee. The orchestra was playing in the background, and in front of her, was the love of her life, asking her to marry him. She reached her hands to take his face in her hands. Bending down to kiss him she exclaimed: "Yes, I want to marry you. Yes, yes, yes."

Robert got back up and put the ring on Cora's finger. She kissed him again, softly, and tender. He put his arms around her and pulled her close. The orchestra started ‘Concerning Hobbits - Howard Shore' He moved one hand to her back and with the other one he took her hand. He started waltzing and Cora moved with him. The way they moved over the dance floor was like they always danced together. There was no doubt Cora was a good dancer.

When the orchestra changed to 'Gabriel’s Oboe - Morricone' Cora leaned her body against Robert's and rested her head on his shoulder. She kissed his neck. "Thank you. “She said very softly. "I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life together with you."

Robert pressed his lips on her hair. His life was perfect. Barcelona would be easy, knowing he was going to marry Cora after the trip. And maybe they would be blessed with more children in the future. Whatever problems he would have to face, about his title and the business, with Cora on his side he would be able to overcome them.

#cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey #fanfiction #downton #cobert

[djlifeparttwo]

Catching up...

It's been a while and a lot of miles since I last wrote anything so time to play a bit of catch up before I forget what we've been doing. and where we've been (seems to happen more and more as age sneaks up)

We did indeed head back to Skagway and our little community in April. I did my usual Guest Service gig and Lady Dee added a job working on the quite famous and stunning train (White Pass Yukon Route). Had a great summer - I was so blessed to have a team of co-workers that were just delightful - and full of life experience. Aged 68 to 78, the ladies were so much fun and so great with all the guests. Made for a wonderful summer for me.

In October we said see ya to Alaska and took off for some rather grand adventures. Headed back to Spain for another long walk. Started in Seville (glorious city / highly recommend it) and started walking north to Santiago. We've never hiked a Camino this late in the year and sure enough it was a wet one. Even got snowed on some. But it was wonderful as always. The weather just made it more unique - as long as you have the right clothing / gear...

Great hike - see other Camino posts we've made for particulars - we've done 6 of them - Even got to spend time with our friend Jonathan Gonzalez and his family in Leon & Astorga and do a bit of jiu jitsu. Always a blast for me.

Spent an extra week in Barcelona just for fun. We were in Barcelona back in 2012 and always said we had to go back. Can't believe it took us over 10 years but so worth it. One of our favorite cities anywhere.

In true Nomad fashion - from there to Bangkok, Thailand. Had a couple health issues we needed to check out / address and medical care in Bangkok is wonderful. Hard to imagine getting more personal and professional care anywhere.

Got fixed up / clean bill of health and headed to Buenas Aires, Argentina. Steak! Oh my! If you have carnivore tendencies, you must visit Argentina - best tasting / cleanest beef on the planet. We ate so much steak and didn't get enough. So good - and so inexpensive. Think 17 ounce filet for $10. Oh my. Lady D has even said (a few times) that we should just fly down for 3 days to eat. Non stop flights from ATL to Buenas so....

So as the adventure keeps getting bigger - from there we connected with Seabourn Cruise Line for a trip to the Antarctic. Amazing. Chartered flight to Ushuaia (southern most town on the planet - and a very cool & beautiful town). Boarded the very new Seabourn Venture for a 9 day run to explore the Antarctic. 2 day sail through the infamous Drake Passage (which lived up to expectations as we both were pretty much isolated in our room feeling sea sick...) but once we arrived we had 5 + full days to explore. Each day we took 2 Zodiac rides, did landings to hike and explore. Kayaking in sea ice. Penguins. Lots and lots of Penguins. And the ship is stunning and the service is as good as it gets. There simply cannot be a better way to experience the Antarctic than with Seabourn. (not a paid advertisement. unfortunately...;)

Sail back to Argentina and a few more days of exquisite carnivore living.

After time in the ice - we headed back to Thailand to thaw out and explore new islands such as Kho Kud and Kho Chang. Beautiful islands and a beautiful, charming people. So happy to be back again so soon. We also decided that after feasting on a cruise ship (it seems you are obligated to over eat) we would do a 5 day water fast. Yup - nothing but water for 5 days. So we booked a lovely resort on the beach (Khao Lak ) where we could relax, walk the beach a couple times a day, even get massages. It was a very interesting experience. I never felt hungry. My stomach never even growled - but oh my were we lethargic. Zero energy. Light headed. I never felt that my ketones kicked in and got a surge of energy. We've done these fasts before without this level of exhaustion. Weird. Just got to trust that those 5 days helped to reset our systems and that we are better for it. We are less puffy than post cruise so that's good.

Back to Utah for a quick trip to see friends and repack for another hike in Spain.

It's been a remarkable 4+ months.

[modernmanblues]

how i rank the places i went to this year:

1. liverpool, uk (that place has officially won my heart. so many wonderful memories there. more importantly, couldn’t help but fall in love with the people. everyone made me feel at home. it’s what they call ‘english hospitality’ i suppose.)

2. manchester, uk (specifically stockport aka 10cc city. quaint little town and the people are just so lovely.)

3. places in england that are my honourable mentions: cropredy, oxford, Lake District , Peak District, southport. england’s countryside was absolute perfection. breathtaking.)

4. dublin, ireland (oh please take me back please please PLEASE. something about that place was just so..romantic.)

3. queenstown, nz (i absolutely ADORE this place. ent bungee jumping here. this place is definitely not for the faint of heart. would love to go back during one of their summers.)

4. cinque terre, italy (can’t believe this place even exists. riomagiorre was my favourite of all 5 villages)

5. san sebastían, spain (gotta love the nude beaches. oh and the pixtos too!)

6. auckland, new zealand (love love LOVE this city. the countryside was pure perfection.)

7. venice, italy (i won’t belabor you on what happened to me there that one night. let’s just say i had my une nuit a paris moment there. something to tell my kids about someday perhaps.)

8. rome, italy (ranking it low because of it being too touristy. Vatican City was lovely tho)

9. florence, italy (same deal as rome. only went here because it was a couple train stops away from the leaning tower of pisa )

10. barcelona, spain (again, too touristy)

11. madrid, spain (didn’t do much here except go to the museum, museo del prado, which was interesting)

12. tokyo, japan (beautiful city. impeccably clean just like Eric describes it in his song ‘Tokyo.’ only ranking it low bc being packed like a sardine on the trains was an anxiety provoking experience for me personally. had a fantastic time otherwise)

13. sydney, australia (ranking low bc it just felt like i was in another major city like toronto)

14. berlin, germany (what a depressing places. i remember learning about Germany for the first time in world history class in high school and given all that i have learned about it and combining it with the experience of being there i can tell you that there was something undeniably eerie about that place. i mean, to think back on the atrocities..i got a bit depressed honestly.

#travel wrapped! #2023 has treated me well #the many adventures of mrs. lizzy stewart #people don’t call me ‘miss international’ for no reason

[ourtriptoportugal]

Lisbon - Day 3

Sunday 10/1

Another sunny day. Today we went to the castle which is on top of one of seven hills in Lisbon. On our way up to the castle we took two elevators which reduced the amount of elevation we had to walk up to get to the castle entrance.

From the top of the hill at the castle there are some great views of Lisbon in all directions.

The picture below is water from the Tagus River which ultimately empties into the Atlantic Ocean at Lisbon. It is no wonder our apartment can have a full-strength rain shower without any flow restrictions (unlike in California).

Here is another picture of Lisbon from the top of the castle. In the distance is the 25 de Abril Bridge, a red two tower suspension bridge… Golden Gate Bridge’s twin brother. Both bridges were built by the same company.

Lisbon is a city full of tourists but it manages it well. English is not the native language of most of the people we have encountered (both tourists and locals), but most people can understand and speak some English. We have met way more people from Canada than from the US.

There is a lot of energy and activity going on in the city. There are restaurants and cafe everywhere. Places to have a beer, sangria or a Coke along with a sweet pastry. Our tour guide told us since the Arab Spring, tourism in Portugal has increase dramatically driving renovation and construction here. We have encountered an occasional crowd, but nothing that it is unbearable. The longest time we have had to wait in any line so far for anything is about 10 minutes. However, I would not recommend coming here during the summer as I would guess the heat and crowds would be challenging. Today was the first day we even realized that cruise ships stop in Lisbon.

The street Rua Augusta has has both retail stores (eg Zara) and a lot of outdoor restaurants. There are also pop-up vendors illegally(?) selling belts, purses and other leather goods on the street, just like they have in Barcelona.

For dinner we went to Il Mulino again.

After dinner we went for a stroll and ended up at Praça da Figueira. The plaza has a market run by artisans and is open during the evening. MaryEllen ended up buying a small cork small pocket purse and I bought dried apricots.

[quietlyimplode]

I dont really have the words for this one, except to say this is a story that's really close to my heart. It's one that was written of experiences and fueled by the movie being released. I wasn't sure if i wanted to share it, but I think it's a story I would like to tell.

Please heed the tagged warnings, on posts - there is nothing particularly kind or gentle about this series. It will move between Clint and Natasha's point of views and doesn't pull any punches. To those who have supported me with this one, I owe you a one shot, collect at any time. Thanks so much for the encouragement.

As always, take care of yourself. <3

summon your courage

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The television is split into four screens, each with a different room in the sparse apartment. He stirs his yogurt and clicks the remote to zoom in on the room the Black Widow currently sits in. He’s been watching her for just under a week now, having put the cameras in, invading her privacy in order to gather information for his employers.

At times, he feels dirty; like a creep; which in all honesty he is; watching a woman when she thinks she’s in private, all the private and intimate moments. He didn’t expect her to stay here for so long but he’s been glad for it, it’s almost respite for him.

Watching.

Waiting.

There’s a lull in her work, obviously; and she seems almost human, doing regular human-like things. Not at all like the dossier that’s laid out like a map on his left. All the information he has on her is stuck in his head. Death and destruction follow in her wake and there’s been certain kills that even he’s had to fold the page on and forget.

This is different.

She’s reading a book in French, he can’t make out the authors name from his view point, but he can see the title; Arsène Lupin is written in block letters.  Her knees are tucked to her chest and he can also make out how her foot taps, like she’s listening to music. He doesn’t think it’s a nervous tic and he can’t hear music; so, he assumes it’s in her head.

Sighing, Clint turns the sound up, and heads to the kitchen to make some coffee and dinner. Looking quickly at the clock, he marks the time as 9.15pm. She’s been reading since 7. If she follows her usual routine, she’ll be up in 15 minutes and get changed and go for a run, be back by ten and then get ready for bed. He’s assuming the run serves as a perimeter check, he often runs it backwards after she’s gone to bed, doubly making sure what she already must know.

The Russians are watching.

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9 days in, she’s seemingly despondent. She hasn’t followed any of her usual routines, and has stayed in bed. He pulls his laptop closer and chews on fresh apple, watching as her eyes open and close and sleep. She has not moved once today. He wonders if what he’s been watching over the past eight days has been functional depression, she can do things, clearly. He has a bit of experience with that, according to his employer's psych team. She can take care of herself, but this, today, all together feels like giving up.

Maybe it’s a bad day, he rationalizes. She’s terrifying enough that the Russians have not made a move, suspects that they don't even know. He wonders if they’re hunting her, watching her or protecting her; it’s not something he’s made clear just yet; and to make matters worse on his run last night, he noted DRSD agents. Their walk as distinctive as their Russian counterparts. So, it seems that his presence here is not the only one. American, French, Russian, all vying for her attention and here she is, lying in bed. He focuses in, making sure she’s still breathing and marks the time. 1pm.

He loads the camera up on his phone and heads to the roof, craving the fresh air. He flips through the cameras he’s set up around his apartment to watch his own back, his own surveillance footage of his surrounding area. He’s satisfied enough that nothing is amiss and that his French is passable to not have alerted anyone, and then flicks back to watch her. She’s still not moved from the bed.

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Day 12 hits and they’ve not had another day like Day 9. He doesn’t report that one to his seniors, reports it as a day in which nothing was amiss. French intelligence has moved on, but today, the Russians have made contact. It wasn’t anything big, a chalk mark on the pavement, a change in path on her run and dead drop of a post card from what he can make out when she came back. He writes it up, emails quickly and await orders on what happens next, wonders if he’ll be given clearance to wherever she goes next.

Some sick part of him hopes so, he wonders what that makes him.

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He’s been pulled and sent to Barcelona with a fool of an agent that’s so far beneath his skill level, he sees it as agent training. Coulson must know. He makes it a point to be an asshole, he doesn’t want a partner and after this job, this man won’t want him to be partnered with him.

The whole time he thinks of her.

Wants to know what she’s doing, reading, if her routines changed or she’s completed her mission. He sighs hard on the plane home. He’s definitely a creep.

He can’t stop thinking about her.

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Coulson is kind enough to put him back on surveillance. A reprimand of punishment for being a dick to the young agent. He’s gleeful as he heads to his apartment and bids Bonjour to the woman at the bottom of the stairs. He airs the room, and sets up the computers again, reactivates the cameras and waits for her return.

If she returns.

The apartment is lived in, still, her meager belongings scattered around the house.

He has hope.

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He doesn’t have to wait long and within the day she’s back. He sucks in a breath at her appearance when he zooms in close. Black eye, split lip and he’s sure of unseen ailments by the hitch in her gait which she only allows inside her apartment. He watches her undress and walk around in her underwear; ribs are wrapped and he can see a stitched wound that goes from her neck to shoulder. At least she’s taken care of herself, enough to tend to her wounds.

He pays attention as she starts to punch her punching bag, her fighting style is clearly Russian, and there’s no clear compensation for her injuries. Her shoulder wound weeps blood down her arm, and still, she hits just as hard.  It’s impressive if not masochistic. It’s almost 40 minutes before she stops, drops and then starts with her usual routine of push-ups, sits ups and squats. At least some things don’t change. He marks the time and settles in.

It’s nice to be back.

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He runs the perimeter nightly now, focusing on his own routines, now he understands hers. Marks all the Russians easily. Babysitting he decides. They’re babysitting her. By the run she takes, she knows exactly where her handlers are, makes it a point to run near each of them as a check in. It’s smart, but feels contrived, like she wants them to know she knows. He believes she can run circles around them, and likes watching her do so.

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It’s a bad day again. She’s not got out of bed. He wants to shake her, tell her to get up. Do something. Punch the bag, read a book, eat something. But she does none of it. He watches her closely and makes sure she’s breathing. Hopes that tomorrow is better.

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The next day seems worse. He didn’t go to sleep, just in case.. He doesn’t think she’d do anything to herself, but didn’t want to take the chance. He wonders what he would have done if she'd taken the knife to her skin. He calculates the quickest way there and waits. She doesn’t get up. Her eyes are open and no one's home. He wonders if she’s wet the bed, because he hasn’t seen her move once in two days.

It’s panic inducing. One day was enough. He almost wants to break cover and knock on her door to see if she’d open up. Instead, he hacks her phone and calls it. She makes no move towards her phone; the only response is a slow blink and recognition of sound.

He keeps calling. She doesn’t move.

In desperation, he contacts Coulson and asks what he should do. Since the apparent end of the mission will end in her death or the makings of a double agent, Coulson is non-plussed.

Watch and wait is the official lines. The feeling of dread curls in his stomach and settles like a stone.

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They must know something is amiss. Obviously, she's not run her checks and hasn't touched base in almost 2 days.

They come for her in the middle of the night. It’s not something Clint had anticipated.

They put a bag over her head and drag her out. She doesn’t fight, and allows the men to inject her with something. He loads the cameras quickly to his phone, and sprints to her apartment. He feels like he breaks all speed records getting there, but he’s not quick enough. They’re gone by the time he arrives.

Breathing heavily, Clint pushes his body to run to the locations of Russians, the ones he passes nightly. They’re gone, except, god, he’s a fucking idiot. He has all their number plates and can track them. He calls through to Shield and is patched to tech. He fucking loves those nerds. It’s nearly 4 hours later but he’s been given three locations where she might be, where 3 of the cars have stopped. He only hopes she’s in one of them. Coulson hasn’t said anything, and he’s not explicitly said no, so he takes it as a yes; go get her and bring her in.  

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The first address leads him to a dead end. Literally. The van is wiped down and abandoned. He holsters his gun and sits in the front seat. He feels ridiculous, his surveillance has led him to.. This. Chasing cars for a woman who when he catches up to her, if he catches up to her, he’ll have to recruit or kill. He 100% second guesses himself as he hot wires the van and heads for the next address. He just hopes she’s not dead when he finally gets to her.

And then wonders why he cares.

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At the failure of the third address, he’s frustrated. He’s driven for over 10 hours and is tired. His back is hurting and he longs to lie down. Calling tech support again, he gets the location of the vans that were still on the move, they’ve all stopped now and he has another three leads to go on with. He’s got some choices to make. If he sleeps, he risks her being dead on his watch. If he stays awake, he risks becoming dead because of a stupid mistake.

He grunts and kicks the tires of the van, pulls open the back and unfolds the blanket from his backpack to create a makeshift bed. He sleeps on a 45 degree angle, gun in hand, legs out straight, relaxing his body and focusing on all parts of the blanket touching him. He goes through muscle relaxation and forces sleep to come. The three hours is definitely not long enough, but it makes him feel at least functional, as he lets caffeine and chewing gum do the rest. At least he gets to watch the sun rise.

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The second to last address leads him to warehouse almost in Belgium and he rolls his eyes at the cliché of it. He’s strung on coffee and energy drinks, sugar keeping him going and he knows at some point he’s going to have to eat real food. He’s compartmentalising everything he does. It’s been 3 days and he hasn’t had a proper meal, barely any sleep. He just concentrated on the next thing. Fill up the car, drink coffee, next location, fill up the car.. it’s monotonous but serves a purpose, and got him here.

He knows this is where they’ve taken her. Knows it like the curves on his bow. It’s what he would do for wet work. Scouting the location, he tags five Russian’s pacing and one Black Widow tied to chair with a bag on her head. He can make out barbed wires not handcuffs holding her down, he closes his eyes to the barbaricness of it all but in the same moment the stones of despair in his stomach ease.

She’s not dead.

The little voice asks again, why is he so invested. It’s kill or recruit. Maybe he should shoot her from here and just divest them all of the responsibility of choice.

But he can’t.

He knows he can’t.

Knows that if she chooses death, it can’t be him.

He doesn’t want to wonder why.

Clint calls in, gives his location and an update, even if Coulson doesn’t want to know.

The reproach is significant, followed by a sigh and a be careful.

The rest of the series will be posted up on Ao3 with all my fic, maybe here, idk? As always any encouragement is lovely either here or Ao3. <3

#black widow #red room #black widow movie #natasha romanoff #clint barton #marvel fic #black widow fic #natasha romanoff fic #pre-shield #clintasha fic #eventually #my fic #series #tw depression #tw torture #whump fic #tw red room #ptsd

[croatian-nt]

Domo podcast

Alright, I am posting my podcast translations here. Idk how often I’ll be able to post them, but I’ll make sure all 26 of them eventually end up here. So first one had Domagoj Vida and  Ndermin Redžaj (who will be refered as Deki through the text) as first guests. Translation below the cut bc this will be long

Tomislav Pacak, one of two hosts, does an introduction of the podcast and says it will feature each day one player and one member of the staff for 26 days.

Host: Or goal here was to introduce or get to know the players and members of the staff who are part of the team better. I see our first episode, with Domagoj with a physiotherapist Ndermin Redžaj will be fun. Although very challenging for me, a host

 Domo was asked about the end of his season in Beskitas. His was talking about it and at one point he said "of course, we over complicated things for ourselves, the way croatian nt does usually"

Then, Domo and Deki(who is a Domo's physiotherapist) talk about how they know each other for a very long time.

Domo: Yeah Deki is a very good friend and colleague. Along with massaging me, he also cooks very well

Deki: oh Vida cooks even better. He puts us all in the car and takes us to the nearest restaurant

 Host: How does your wife handles the fact that you are in mostly men's company?

Domo: oh, she handles it well. We can also always leave them to handle David for a few hours and we go out alone

 Host: What memories do you associate with your time in Russia in 2018?(directed at Deki)

Domo, cutting in: Bunga, bunga!

Deki, trying not laugh: Well, I definetly remember the atmosphere

 Host: What about you Domagoj?

Domo: Well, for me, I mostly remember what we did in our free time. How we had fun, and most fond memories come from massage room where the whole team often spent a lot of time

 Host: During doček you were hanging from the bus few times right? Who kept you up again?

Domo: oh yeah, I hanged like a ceiling lamp. Suba and coach held me up. But generally, that whole day is one of my most fond memories. Whenever I am at hard point in my life, I turn on doček on youtube and I instantly feel better

Domo: It's weird you know? People still tell me „Thank you" even today as they did on doček

 Host: How was it with all the mixed feelings after the final? Were you all proud immediately after or was there some bitterness at first?

Domo: well, it all depends on people individually. For me, it hit ne hard. We were so close to winning and I was crushed. Everyone kept telling me "keep your head high, we should be proud". It was only after we came back to hotel and started celebrating that the good feelings started to come back

 Host: Alright, first card break. These are which one would you choose

Domo, under his breath: pancakes

Deki: *laughs *

Domo: don't laugh at me dragi! Don't. Oh *looks at first card * you should have pulled out this one. Beer or wine?

Deki: depends on a moment

Host: okay what about...after the win against England? Deki: beer. Definitely beer

Deki, to Domo: sand or pebbles(on a beach)

Domo: sand. I don't like pebbles. They hurt my-

*He cuts himself off, everyone laughs*

Domo: ...my feet

 Deki: Batman or Superman? Domo: what was the first again?

Deki: Batman

Domo: *burts out laughing * there are cameras here!

*both laughing *

Domo: inaudible from laughter in the mouth

Domo, finally stops laughing, makes a straight face: Superman

Domo: just because of...you know *laughs again *

Deki: okay, okay, yeah

 Deki: burek or ćevapi

Domo: ooof. ćevapi. I am sick of burek from Istambul, I eat it every third day.

 Host: Pick three cards in which you'll choose one of your teammate

Domo: Livaković *pointing at something off camera *

Host, turning around: I see he came to watch since it's turn tomorrow

Domo: yeah, he came to watch me break the ice. Watch and learn son, watch and learn

Domo, to Deki: which teammate would you let change your tire

Deki: Livakovic

*all laugh *

Livi, off the camera: you won't go far!

Domo: it's because you have golden hands

 Deki: which teammate would you choose for a partner in show potjera(hunt)?

(So in the show, there are 4 people who signed up to be there and they form a team. They need to go through three challenges to leave with money, and "the hunter", has to try and catch them by answering more questions than them. It's a bit more complicated than that but that's the gist of it)

Domo: Badelj

Deki: which teammate would you let cook you dinner?

Domo: ufff. I don't think anyone here know how to. Hmmm *thinking for thirty seconds *

Deki: Kale, maybe?(Kalinic in case someone doesn't understand our dumb nicknames)

Domo: no, he has good prosciutto, but that isn't cooking

Deki: Sluga?

Domo: Sluga! Yes, he is good!

 Domo: who would you trust with a secret?

Deki: Domagoj Vida

Domo: that-that's. Well. I guess you don't have many of them

 Deki: who would you choose for business partner

*they make eye contact and burst out laughing *

Deki: he isn't here!

Domo, still laughing: Lovren then!

 Host: one of the players you worked with privately, even outside of national team is Mario Mandzukic. He is very popular but he has this sort of untouchable image. How is he in his private life?

Deki: he is only like that in public. He is like the rest of the team. For me, they are firstly good people, and only then good players

Deki: we all know what Mario is like. He seems like he is no good but he is actually a very good man(direct translation is he is a soul of a man which is a term used in croatian)

Domo, in a bit silly voice: soul

Domo: a good man but...no I am kidding. He is a good man and we miss him here in nt. I think he retired too early but it was his choice and we respect it. The two of us(he and Deki he means) used to spend time with him more than the others and he is truly a great man. And he is always ready to help, not just those he is on good terms with but everyone

 Host: you said yourself massage room is very important in national team. Is it the same in your club as well?

Domo: well no, not as far as I noticed. People from foreign countries have different rituals, but I noticed this is very important to people from balkan. It's very important for atmosphere. After training and all the activities for the day are done, 10 or so of us guys will gather there for massage and since you go in one by one as you wait there will be fun and joking around and stuff like that. So that's very important for atmosphere, which we saw in Russia how important that can be

 Host: round three of cards with questions

Deki: what's your favorite part of a training

Host, jokingly: it isn't the breaks?

Domo: ufff. So, I like the most when a day before the actual game, older play against younger and it's the very end of the game. With centre shots between two people

 Deki: Favorite jersey?

Host: That isn't Croatian

Domo: Beskitas. Of course

 Deki: favorite club when you were a child?

Domo: Barcelona

 Host: Domo, you are nt's dj from what I heard

Domo: I suppose-

Host: so, what music do you play before and after games and what in the bus?

Domo: well, mostly narodni radio. But I mostly gave up that role to others now. To Šime Vrsaljko, and there was Jedvaj before, too

Domo: and I think during this time we'll get Livaković to do it too. He is young and he will have a long career in nt, so we should teach him how it's done

Host: you already answered this for UEFA, but I was wondering if you could repeat it. Who is the best dancer, singer etc of the team?

Domo: I am not sure I remember what I said

Host: I can remind you. You said Livakovic is the best dancer

Domo: oh, yes, true! He is the best dance he has these moves *moves side to side with hands and body * and does everything with his hips

Host: And the best singer?

Domo: there is no best singer. We sing the best all together

 Host: Do you still watches Osijek games? Since it was your first club

Domo: yeah, of course. I am glad to see they are doing well. I also watch Dinamo games since I have friend-

Host, half laughing: Livakovic?

Domo, grinning: Livakovic, our dear octopus, and Bruno and Orša...

Domo: but I'd like them to slow down a bit, leave something for Osijek you guys. Although they have been very good this year too

 Host: Last card break. It's „who in the national team...“

Deki: Who gets mad the fastest?

Domo: Broz. But he also stop being angry the fastest

 Deki: Who is the best at public speaking?

Domo: oh, coach, definitely. But from players, Badelj

 Host: so which clubs and players do you love to watch and some maybe that you used to love to watch before?

Deki: well I used to love watching Milan during Boban's time. Today, I love watching Real Madrid. And for players Luka of course. Benzema-

Domo: oh god

 Host: so how is now with Corluka being a coach when he was your teammate only a short while ago?

Domo: well, it's only the first day so we didn't have much time to talk. It's a bit weird with Carli being a joker and a gentlmen both in one. We are used to joking around but during training now that isn't the case because he is the coach and he should be treated as such. After it though, we can relax a bit more and talk

 Host: that's all guys, thank you for this and thank you for breaking the ice in this show. Although you put the bar pretty high, I guess we'll see tomorrow if Livakovic can outdo you

Domo: I am sure he will, you'll have two goalies tomorrow

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[shadowjeon99]

Done another one of these awfully written 13th Doctor meets Donna and Wilf AUs so uh, enjoy the plot bc the actual writing is horseshit.

Donna noble and her grandad Wilf enjoy a daily coffee and chat and they definitely enjoy trying new places. Today all signs pointed towards Covent Garden, towards Londons newest and most instagrammable cafe

•The Box•

Notoriously reported on for its modern hexagonal decorations, quirky menu and friendly Northern owner, Joan Smith.

The redhead and veteran walk in, Donna immediately starts criticising the decor and wilf feels a strange wave of nostalgia but he brushes it off because it can’t be, it just can’t be. The doctor is dead, he saw him die… did he? yes he did, the doctor said his final goodbyes and died end of story, god wilf really needed that coffee now.

They are seated by a waiter and briefly glance over the menu, oscillating between traditional coffee and more adventurous options. Donna, for some strange reason decided that she’d really fancy the jelly baby milkshake, an out of character move that did not go unnoticed by her grandfather as he is still unable to shake that odd feeling he’s having.

“Oh relax grandad, it’s good to try something new once in a while”

“I suppose you’re right, every choice has some strange twist to it, this ‘ere says fish fingers and custard but I bet you it’s really just sponge fingers”

“That’s the spirit, go big or go home”

They both head to the counter to order *ring bell to alert* says a note and so they do.

“Be with you juuust a second” chimes a high pitched Yorkshire accent “got some stuff from the future… or is it the past??? to get through quickly” Huffs of laughter break out from behind the pair

“She’s so eccentric no wonder this place is doing well” they hear

Wilf’s instinct intensifies and yet he still ignores it, purposefully repressing the very same amazing, powerful, once in a lifetime memories he knows he can never share with his grandchild because he finds it so unbelievably unfair that he was the one that got to remember.

“I’m gonna nip to the loo quickly, you have my order right”

“Yes granddad, If I ever even get to order”

Joan after a while still has not made an appearance and Donna gets impatient.

“Oi you, a bad Yelp review is what you’re gonna get, been waiting here for 5 minutes”

“Ah tough crowd” the owner says pushing the door closed with brute force, securing a good 6 or 7 padlocks as she steadily and cautiously backs away from it, she hears this line a good few times a day so responds with her usual “5 minutes? Try waiting….” she turns to face the crowd and instinctually locks eyes with Donna. The joke she was going to make about Yaz waiting 10 months for her in Jail, has suddenly turned into something even more depressing.

“Try waiting what blondie? The hungrier I get the more appetite I LOSE”

“How’d you get in here” Joan whispers in recognition, completely frozen, eyes wide, a tear forming in the corner of her eye

“Speak louder hun, you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

Joan, taking the first opportunity in over 10 years to talk to one of her best friends obliges and plays along.

“Yes of course, what can I get you, hopefully not a huon particle coffee haha” she instantly regrets saying that, afraid of triggering memories

“Not a what? You northerners and your funny words for things, Anyways I’ll get a jelly baby milkshake and my grandad will get a Barcelona Mocha”

“Your… grandad?” Joan says, remembering the sweet old man she bonded with all those years ago

“Yes my granddad Wilfred? Do I look too old to have a grandad? Are you calling me old? The cheek of you”

“No of course not I’m so sorry, veterans get 50% off by the way” Joan has still not gotten over her socially awkward side despite her 1500+ age

“How’d you know he was a veteran?”

“Lucky guess? Many old people are, I myself-“ she cuts herself off as she sees wilf walk back into the room, a beaming smile appearing across her face

She immediately clasps his hands as he reaches the counter

“Wilfred” she says hoping he recognises her, “it’s an honour”

Donna is so unamused by the over the top nature of this barista but Wilf, oh Wilf can not suppress these memories anymore

“Doctor” he says softly, understanding what is happening, “it’s you” his voice cracking as both friends shed tears

“Oi, hurry up” Donna Chirps from behind “I get you respect veterans but we want our coffee”

“Donna, I’d be proud if he were my grandad, I’d be so very proud” The Doctor says,

Donna’s head hurts, a dull pounding takes over her thoughts, the face of a man she’s certain she’s never seen before pops into her head briefly, one, two, gone, forgotten” the DoctorDonna resurfaced, but not for long enough to do damage.

The pair sit back at their table

“What was that all about” Donna asks

“Oh nothing really”

“No you recognised her, who is she, how do you know her?” Does mum have a secret daughter???”

“Donna it’s nothing, she just…used to be my Doctor” Wilf says with a smile

“Doctor to barista? a little downgrade I’d Say” Donna scoffs as she sips her milkshake “but GREAT for me, what is in this oh my god”

The doctor decides as soon as they leave that despite her wishes to see Donna and Wilf again, that it would be safer if she just left them alone.

The following day Wilf went back to Covent Garden, Eager to tell the Doctor every little thing that happened in the decade she was gone. But when he arrived, in place of •The Box• was a sold sign. He looked closer however and spotted a phone number faintly written in the corner.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

I just wanted to make you smile again; 10th Doctor x child reader

*Author’s note*

Okay to the anon who requested this fic THANK YOU FOR BEING SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PATIENT WITH ME!!!! To those anons and users who have sent me requests literally since last year I thank you all for your patience, I AM GETTING THEM DONE SLOWLY BUT SURELY. I’m already in process of doing another DW fic w/13th doctor (one of the first requests I got when I opened them last year) so I hope you all enjoy this fic.

This takes place after the episode Journey’s end so to those that haven’t seen the episode yet SPOILERS AHEAD!!! Angst and fluff is what this fic is. Enjoy my lovelies and until next time ;)

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Things have been—tough. The Daleks, one of my daddy’s biggest enemies nearly had us and almost succeeded in destroying all of life and matter as we know it.  But thanks to some fast thinking and with the help of a clone of my dad, we managed to stop Davros as well as the rest of the Daleks.

But honestly that was the easy part.  The hardest was saying goodbye to all of our friends.  Rose and her mum went back to the parallel world with the meta-human clone of my daddy, Captain Jack took Martha and Mickey off on another adventure, Sarah Jane (an old friend of my dad’s long before I was born) went back home, and Donna—oh poor, poor Donna.

Daddy said that in order to help stop the Daleks, Donna, who had touched the severed hand of my dad when he first became this new version of himself, gained so much knowledge of the Timelords and of our home that it could overwhelm her brain and eventually kill her.  So my dad had to absorb all memory of Timelord knowledge, including all the times she spent with us.

After taking her back home, daddy told her father that it was too dangerous for her to remember anything.  If there was a glimpse of her recovering her memories, she would die.  So my dad and I left her and her family and he never went back.

Since that day, almost seven months later, he still carries that guilt.  And what’s worse is that he hasn’t been the same. He doesn’t smile as much as he used to before.  I think out of everything that I love about my daddy, it’s his smile that always made me feel happy and safe.

I stepped out of my room to see him where he usually was, standing at the controls with that dazed but intense look on his face.  I looked down at paper butterfly and cautiously walked towards my dad. It’s always a touch and go of how he’ll react whenever he’s in that deep haze.  One time he actually shouted at me and I was scared to even go near him for an entire week till he apologized to me with some Turkish delights.

“Daddy.” I said softly. “Umm…uhh daddy?” he snapped out of his daze and looked down at me.

“Oh (Y/n). Sorry I was just—I was just trying to find….nothing. What is it that you wanted to tell me?”

“Well I—finished my paper butterfly and I-wanted to give it to you.” I held it out to him and he looked down at me.  He knelt down and took the butterfly from my hands and I saw his eyes grow soft.

“It’s beautiful love. Thank you.” he gently ruffled my hair and placed my butterfly right along the controls.  It didn’t work.

I had hoped that my paper butterfly would get him to smile.  He always smiled whenever I made him little trinkets of my own design, or beautiful art projects that I’ve seen on Earth.  I thought that by doing an art project, he’d smile again but it didn’t work.

I was currently in my room reading some books written back in the 20th century.  I’ve always found that time period to be rather splendid.  It was a simpler time (if you don’t count the 2 World wars, the Great depression, and every war after that. You know why must humans always start wars?)

Anyways, the start of the 20th century is always my favorite place.  It’s quiet, tranquil, and peaceful.  A nice place, especially out in the countryside. People can have picnics, host carnivals, and yeah the grown men partake in Foxhunt but I think it’s a barbaric sport and yet they call it tradition.

Maybe if—maybe if we stayed there for a while, daddy could get better and smile once again.  I think the more time we stay in the TARDIS and just keep going through space and time, the more unhappy daddy’s gonna get, like I said he always gets lost in his head and the more bad things that happen around him, the more he keeps it bottled up inside and the more sadder he gets.

The only question now was this—how was I gonna get there? I don’t know how to drive the TARDIS cause daddy always told me to keep my grabby little paws off of it. Oh wait that’s it! I raced over to my drawer and pulled out the middle one and dug through it till I found what I was looking for.

A special teleportation watch gifted to me by Uncle Jack when my dad was in his previous form (just shortly after we first met him).  I placed the watch on my wrist and I set the time and date that I wanted to go to.  Once the coordinates were typed in, I pressed the center of the watch and I disappeared from my room and went to go set up my surprise for daddy.

*10th Doctor’s POV*

I was fiddling around with the controls when I turned and looked up at my daughter’s butterfly.  For months now she’s been making these little trinkets and art projects for me, and I really haven’t been fair to her.  A lot has happened to us, especially with what happened to Donna, and I hate to admit this to myself but I’ve been neglecting my little butterfly.

Maybe she would like it if I took her to see her favorite constellation, or maybe Barcelona (she always did like Barcelona).  Oh! No wait! The Music of the Spheres! Yes brilliant! She and I could use some music in our life, the sound of the universe singing to us.

“Hey (Y/n)! Can you come out here for a second?” I called out to her.  No response.  Okay I know it usually takes her a bit of time to come down from her room but usually she’d be right here by now. “(Y/n)? (Y/n) I said can you come here please?” bah she must be listening to that loud music again, that lass I tell you what.

I left the console room and headed on over to her room and saw that her door was shut which was surprising cause she usually keeps her door open.  I knocked on it and said.

“Poppet, are you okay? You’re not—upset or anything are you?” I still didn’t hear anything from her.  “Look I—I know we’ve been through a lot the past several months, and I have no excuse for not speaking to you. I’m sorry. So—can you please open the door so we can talk?” still nothing.

Alright I know she has a right to be upset but she can’t give me the silent treatment forever.  I opened up the door and snapped.

“Alright little madam you listen here I—” it was then I saw that she wasn’t in her room. “(Y/n)?” I looked around her room to see if she was hiding in her closet again (she always takes every advantage to jump out and scare me) but when I saw that she wasn’t there, that’s when I began to get worried.

As I left her room and began to look all around the TARDIS from the backroom pool, to the library I still couldn’t find her.

“C’mon poppet don’t do this to me.” I searched high and low, near and far and every crack in between but she still wasn’t around. “No, no, no, no, no love don’t do this to me! (Y/n)!”

I raced back towards the console and went over to the computer monitor and I quickly typed in her lifeform energy.  Since she was the only Timelord in existence (well next to me), I knew that she could be pinpoint at any time in any era she might be in.  I only hope that I can get to her before—no! NO DON’T THINK LIKE THAT!! You WON’T lose her like you lost Donna!

“C’mon you blasted thing LOAD!!!” I screamed at the computer before finally I got a hit.  London, England 1908.  Of course, she always said the start of the 20th century was her favorite time period.  I punched in the coordinates and flipped the switch and soon the TARDIS started back up and I was sailing back in time over 100 years into the past.

Once I arrived, I peeked out of the TARDIS and found myself adjacent to a large park. It was pretty peaceful, families were out and about doing their normal human interactions.  I shut the doors to the TARDIS and I quickly raced over to the park and searched for (Y/n).

This was where her last known readings were at.  At this exact spot so where could that little troublemaker be at?  I walked up to a couple and said.

“Hi sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you have found a little girl around 5 years old with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes? She’s my daughter and she’s wondered off again.”

“No sorry. We haven’t seen any little girls fitting that description.” Said the man as he and his wife continued on their walk.  I then found another couple who seemed a more upper-class couple due to the diamond necklace around the woman’s neck.

“Excuse me could you both please help me I’m looking for my daughter have either of you……”

“We don’t have time to look for lost children, that’s what the servants are for.” Said the man.

“And who loses their child anyway? Such irresponsibility.” The woman snide.  I looked at them offendedly and said.

“At least I don’t dump my child on anyone else! I’m surprised that people like you could even have children.” They looked at me appalled before huffing and walking away from me.  

I grunted and adjusted my jacket trying to compose myself when a small Cockney accent said.

“You said you were looking for (Y/n)?” I turned around and there was a young ginger haired boy with freckles speckled all over his face.  His bright blue eyes staring up at me and he wore a paper boy’s uniform.

“Yeah that’s my daughter’s name. Do you know where she is?”

“Course I do Gov. Just got done talking with her before I started my work sir. She’s right by the lake.”

“The Lake! Oh thank you lad. Thank you so much.”

“No problem, good luck governor.” I raced off towards the lake and when I got there, I soon saw my daughter sitting right by the lake surrounded by flowers and in her lap it looked like she was in the process of making a flower crown.

The important thing was that she was safe, but that little missy is sooo going to get it now.

I trudged my way towards her and exclaimed.

“(Y/n)!” she stopped her work and turned around.  Her big (e/c) eyes staring up at me and a smile spread across her face. She stood up and ran towards me and hugged around my legs.

“Daddy you came!”

“Yes I did.” I knelt down and began to check to see if she was hurt or worst case scenario been replaced by a Graske. “Are you hurt?”

“No I’m perfectly fine.”

“Answer me this then. Who was the first companion that we had together?”

“Rose Tyler.” Okay this was my baby girl.  I immediately hugged her and whispered to her as I rest my head on top of hers.

“I thought I had lost you.” I then separated from her before scolding her vert sternly, “Do you have any idea how worried I was!? You leave your room with no note! How on earth did you leave the TARDIS without my knowledge?!”

“Uncle Jack’s time jump watch.” She said nervously as she held out her wrist.  I looked down and right there was the time teleport watch that Jack had given her shortly after we met him for the first time in my previous state.

“That figures. Remind me to never let him give you anymore teleportation gifts without my permission.” I muttered to myself. “Bottom line is that you left the TARDIS without my permission and had me scared to death! What if something happened to you hmm? Did it ever cross your mind about how that would make me feel!?”

Yes I know my voice was steadily getting angrier and angrier but she should’ve realized that my one rule for her is to never, ever, ever leave the TARDIS without my permission or knowledge and she broke that rule.

“I—I’m sorry daddy. I just……thought that if I brought you here, you would be happy.” My anger quickly vanished and confusion now took its place.

“What?” I asked her.

“Ever since—” she deeply sighed. “After what happened with Donna you never smile anymore. No matter what I’ve done, I could never get you to smile. Your real smile, the smile that always made me feel loved and protected. I thought that maybe we could—stay here for a while till you were happy again.” She looked down with regret.

I rubbed my hand over my face and through my hair before looking back down at her. I cupped my hands over her face and I said to her.

“What would I ever do without you my little butterfly?” she smiled softly.

“So we can stay?” she asked.

“For now.” I answered her.  She squealed happily and immediately hugged me around my neck repeatedly telling me thank you.  I smiled and embraced my baby girl back and kissed the top of her head as I rocked her back and forth.

This little madam truly does have me wrapped around her little finger, and she seems to know it as well.  But she was right.  Staying in one area made you stop and admire what’s around you, and not stay trapped inside your head letting your demons torment you.

We stayed in 1908 for about five months just enjoying each other’s company.  Going to the park every day, having picnics and tea parties out in the garden of our rented little cottage, and stargazing every night teaching her more about the galaxy and the stars.  

For the first time ever, I felt—peaceful, no regrets, no painful reminders of what I had to do to Donna, it was just me and my daughter.

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