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ssunsationn · 22 days

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Why Do I Still Feel Unsatisfied? - Timeless Reading (for anyone)

When things are content and slow, going normally as one would expect, you still feel like there’s something not quite right—something missing. Now what? Are you supposed to be happy? You have everything you need…what is there to complain about? Why is life so stale? So boring? Am I doing enough in my life? What is this stagnant energy?

Note: Social media may have an influence on these feelings.

- Remember: clear your mind. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, fill up your chest to the fullest, feel the air brush against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out. Choose the photo that you can’t take your eyes off of.

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Pile 1. To Speed Up or To Slow Down.

You might be in denial. You try to think that you’re okay and you’re doing well enough—you have everything you need to survive, so what’s the matter with you? What’s the hold up? Are you going out on the weekends to the same places? Maybe repeating the same old routine, with or without friends? Perhaps you’re staying home and indulging in the same habits every weekend. Why are you just lounging around in the kitchen or living room with an oversized shirt and running your hands through your hair, wondering what to do now that you have time? It’s getting boring and you need some spice to your life.

Try looking into a hobby that you had interest in during childhood. Maybe you were shunned for having a such an interest. Do you do a lot of online shopping? Have you ever wanted to start your own business or clothing line? Honestly, to me it feels like you’re financially stable or on your way there and you know you will be. But it feels passionless. Maybe you had passion in the beginning and it died out. The excitement wasn’t there anymore, or maybe you had to be in this profession because you had to. To impress parents, guardians, the people around you. I feel like this group could do well with a side hustle or multiple. You seem like well-adaptable people so you could deal with the uncertainty and unpredictability. You also seem very friendly, like a team player type of person. You do what your told, and have small moments where you count as “rebellious.” Perfectionistic. My mind keeps going back to this…maybe you want to open up your own online shop? Or clothing/beauty brand or business? You might struggle when things get too quiet at a hangout with your friends or other people, maybe feeling pressured to say something or lighten the mood. For some reason, it’s always your responsibility to do something. Who put that on you? Where did you learn that from? That you should take charge and try to do something or else it’s your fault? Why do you feel inclined to do that? These would be good questions to think about.

The Challenge For You: Pick up a hobby and perfect it. It helps to record yourself working on this hobby, mistakes and all, and post it somewhere where people can see. Closest friends, family, or complete strangers. The reaction will make your more relatable and you’ll gain a lot of support. I’m seeing a soft smile and a genuine pat (“you’re doing good! you got this!” vibe) from your friends or people online. For example, “Day 1 of playing the violin” or “Day 30 of frisbee throwing”. This group seems to be heavily reliant on validation, internal or external. You need people to be there to see when you’re doing well, and people shouldn’t see your mistakes and if they do, you’ll try to move on while beating yourself up in your head. Very perfectionistic and while this helps you in your career or professional life, you should allow yourself to make mistakes, laugh about it, and be more soft towards yourself. Perhaps you got shamed for making a bunch of mistakes when you were younger, taught that mistakes aren’t okay and that you should be perfect, but all the energy here—from my spirit team to yours—is telling you that it’s okay to not get it the first time. Humans are meant to adapt and grow. There’s no fun in getting something the first time around. It’d be beginner’s luck. It’s about the journey and what you put into it that will add tremendously to your charm. It makes you human and it makes you, you. So learn to forgive yourself and build up that confidence.

Points of Interest: xxfj vibes, but mainly isfj/infj, nurse, libra, middle person/mediator, trying to get out there more, lowkey don’t want to socialize all the time but is forced to (whatever this may mean to you, take it), needing validation from others bc your own doesn’t count, suppression, “busy is good”, inner loneliness, void in heart, helping others but not yourself, “was it always this quiet or was i just used to the noise?”, slow down, hustle culture, “this is what I should be doing” (very vague, could mean different things…but this definitely applies to people in this pile), people pleaser…messy hair, in a rush, busy, busy, busy…“Damn it- why isn’t this thing working?!”, coffee, too much coffee, “dude, are you okay?”, stress, “living life in the fast lane as they say…” (for some reason, maria by justin bieber came up- we got any beliebers in here?), social media, parents, boss, workplace, Jane(?), idk why the black mirror episode called “joan is awful”, “I’ll take what I can get”, don’t want to burden other people, fear of humiliation, standards on other people are not as high as the standard you put on yourself, anxious, always moving, check, check, check…restless energy, “it’s on me”, responsibility…

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Pile 2. “I guess…” is not an answer.

This pile floats between pile 1 and 3 but leaning towards 1. The people in this group could share many of the same doubts and feelings as pile 1. But I will say, if you felt drawn to all or any of the other two alongside this one, I suggest you reading those as well. This gives me very infp vibes. Shy but likes to/would like to dress up a bit more, follow the fashion culture, find your own style. There’s a bit of a childlike nature to this group and I’m not sure what it is. Like maybe a financial insecurity or you want to date someone really badly. Like a person who watches a bunch of kdrama’s but never goes outside OR you do go outside and you don’t have the balls to ask someone out. I’m getting couch potato but a cute one. Curled up in a blanket and binge watching in bed. Watching other people chase their dreams and goals while you’re still wondering what yours are. Do you binge-watch a lot of shows or movies? I feel confused reading this pile, as if I’m supposed to be looking for something but I’m either not mature enough or I just don’t know what to look for. Probably struggles with parasocial-ness. Very online, maybe chronically online, if I might add. Maybe you’ve never gone out on a date before. If you did, you’d be super awkward, say something dumb on accident, giggle too much, or just full on shy, laughing a lot, red faced. Do you struggle with a lot of anxiety? A lot of daydreaming or fantasizing. If your friends ask you to go out with them, you either say yes immediately or you make up an excuse of why you can’t go just to lounge at home. But I feel frustrated. I don’t know where to look. Maybe you prefer to rock out with your headphones, blast music, and have a dance party in your room by yourself. Timid. Can be sassy at times. Probably dramatic. Do you still live with your parents, by any chance? I’m getting middle class to lower upper class, maybe even upper (but a lot less so.) Kind of spoiled energy. Maybe people have done things for you your whole life or have chosen the path for you to be on already. Maybe they’ve made decisions for you your whole life.

The Challenge For You: Go outside more and be more observant of people, especially if you think you struggle with social ineptness. If you’re timid, maybe your voice is too quiet that it draws people’s attention or you’re so anxious that you do something loud or reckless that captures attention. Do you have an interest in something that you could capitalize on? Like something in the arts? Maybe you can sell art online, draw for people, get yourself out there without engaging in fights online—it’s not worth your time, I promise. Put your phone down and read a book. Find something you like outside your phone or on any of your devices. This group seems constantly overstimulated with devices that you can never just sit and stare at the wall for a minute. It would help for you to think about the future for a little bit, even if it overwhelms you. If you’re in high school, get a part time job or do research on something you like. Practice gratitude and acknowledge the things that you have that others don’t. There’s a lot of immaturity, emotionally as well, in this pile, like you haven’t figured yourself out yet and you’re just waiting for things to fall into place. If I had to sum this up, it would be to pursue something that you can’t let go of and don’t let other people decide for you. Be more assertive and work on leadership skills. Work on time management as well. Laziness could also be an issue. Find yourself.

Points of Interest: infp vibes, dreamy, pursed lips, fidgeting, immaturity, “maybe if I dress normal, I’ll look normal”, dresses in all black, oversized shirts, beanies(?), don’t bring attention to me, small handwriting or circular letters, pink lead pencil, makes hearts on your “i’s”, secret romantic, easily jumps to conclusions, expectations, “daddy bought it for me”, be more thankful, ambition where?, do something you love and make a job out of it, oversleeping, “i don’t wanna think about it”, impulsivity, anxiousness, effort, purpose, going with the flow…

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Pile 3. “Let’s get this over with.”

Feeling very much a laaaarge lack of energy here. Very drained pile—emotionally, physically, mentally, some or all. Sometimes you feel it’s tiring to keep smiling, like you have to force it to seem okay. You’re in need for some warmth in your life, maybe some hugs or people telling you they’ll be there for you (and mean it), but you may or may not express this need to people; I’m mostly feeling that you keep to yourself a lot, not wanting to burden people. Very introverted energy, like “I’m just here” energy. If you go out, you don’t talk a lot or you need a drink/substance to help you loosen up and talk/act. Are you always tired? Staying up late and staring at a screen, or struggling with insomnia? Or it’s the opposite and you sleep too much—the whole day. Lethargic energy. There’s not much to say about this pile because I think you already know what to do, you just struggle. This could be a health issue or concern that you’re not taking seriously. Are you taking vitamins? I’m getting a zombie or very sedated state. Skin losing color and dark eye bags or under eye circles. Could struggle with depression. You don’t want to be forgotten but you want to be alone. You’re okay with solitude. Maybe you struggle with motivation in general, or motivation to take care of yourself, again, health is coming up—other people could be concerned about you and they tell you or they don’t. I would take a closer look regarding your friend group and maybe reconsider who you’re letting in your world. They could be impacting you for worse. You could be good at photography or have an interest in it. Half-assing most projects or assignments. You probably answer texts late, never answer, or give really short responses. I’m getting the sense that you really just want to exist without judgment or being perceived. Like living like a ghost and move through life seamlessly. You could have a knack for pc games or computer science. Either way, take a shower. You might feel cold often or experience coldness easier than your friends.

The Challenge For You: Join clubs where you know no one. Go alone and make it a secret space for yourself and go for at least 8 months. You’ll find that it can be therapeutic. Yoga classes with old ass ladies can help since they’re just focused on stretching. Find some friends that are ambitious but unmovable, like good leaders. They could influence you to take better care of yourself. Next, find friends that actually care about you and your health, not the “do whatever you want; it’s your life” type of friends. You should visit a sauna some time or go on vacation to a warm-hot country. You could even move there and you would be even slightly happier than now. I would encourage you to seek therapy—with a GOOD therapist. Either you haven’t had the interest or time or you haven’t had a good experience with therapy at all—do not give up. Maybe a counselor at school works. If not, move onto the next option. Confide in better friends, friends that can physically help you get up and move out of your slump, not ones that encourage/enable the bad habits. It’s time to turn your life around pile 3—I seriously think that I don’t need to be telling you these things cuz you already know. You’re definitely not dumb- you just lack motivation. Talk to someone about it or find friends that force you to change your life for the better, the ones that drag you out to go to the park with them. Get out of your comfort zone and start moving. Get that blood moving around your body—someone needs to force you to run, but after a shake rich in protein.

Points of Interest: headphones (maybe AirPod max), cozying up in the corner where people can’t see you, smoking, grey skies, crows, photography, good camera, still camera, cold hands, bitten nails, blue fingers, shrugs, poor blood circulation, pale skin, eating issues (eating too little or too much), needing dopamine and finding easy ways to get it, “i don’t care”, still lack of motivation, sunshine, grumpiness, unchanged sheets, old white tank top (for some reason), your room could use some cleaning, exercise…

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That is all!! I hope you have enjoyed. Feedback is heavily appreciated and I would love to see what pile you chose in your reblogs! As a new reader, I’d like to get as accurate as possible when it comes to picking up energy and doing these readings for you. Remember to take what resonates, leave what doesn’t! Let me know what was accurate for you :) Thank you for coming to my Teddytalk today. (sorry it’s a lame joke ik jsfkdjs)

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strawberrystepmom · 2 months

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gojo x f!reader. cw food (they’re eating ice cream and reader enjoys *glass shatters* mint chocolate chip). fluff, established relationship, feelings etc. | wc 901, divider thanks to cafekitsune!

Sitting thigh to thigh with Satoru on a park bench not far from your home, the two of you decided to take a bit of leisure time to yourselves. The sweets in your hands were a must according to him and now that you’re sitting to enjoy them, you have to admit that he was correct.

“When I was eight, I told my mom I wanted to marry ice cream someday,” you sigh after scooping a spoonful in your mouth.

The anecdote makes you feel a little embarrassed to share though you recall it easily. Sitting next to her in her car, merrily enjoying the mint chocolate chip scoop topped cone in your little hand, on a day not entirely unlike the mid-spring one you’re enjoying now. You meant every word of it, as big of a lover back then as you are now, even for the inanimate and edible.

“You treat me like I’m ice cream sometimes so maybe you were right.”

He wiggles his eyebrows salaciously, the motion visible over the tops of his sunglasses. You giggle and playfully swat at him, careful to keep your cup and spoon steady. The reference to your pension for enjoying licking every inch of him (as if he doesn’t have the same proclivities...) you possibly can warms your cheeks and you scoop a bite from your cup and into your mouth to cool yourself down, a pleased hum further grabbing his attention.

The two of you aren’t married, not quite yet, but he has told you for years that you will be. It’s you or no one as far as he’s concerned, well aware he’s going to live an easy lifetime listening to that same pleased sigh on repeat for years to come.

“Do that again?”

You scoff and roll your eyes although there is no bite to it. The ability to roll with the punches is one of the things he has always enjoyed the most about you. There is an innate playfulness to you that perfectly compliments his own even though you may pretend to be Miss Serious when the mood strikes you.

Like right now.

“Stop being gross and enjoy this beautiful day, Satoru.

He plays off your displeased warning with a laugh, tossing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. It really is a treat to get to spend this time with him during the daylight hours considering how busy both of your schedules tend to be thanks to, well, the whole sorcery thing and the sun illuminates him enough you can almost see a halo around the top of his head.

This world is beautiful because he’s in it, you think to yourself.

Dreamily, you sigh and glance down at your thighs instead of looking at him which would only further your lovesick feeling. Your heart is so full it feels it may pop like a balloon, a sign you need to let out what you’re thinking about.

“You know, sometimes I think about anything I loved before you and that love feels so shallow.”

That is not what he was expecting you to say. Satoru’s eyes widen and he tilts his head, puffing out air loudly.

“You loved something before you met me? What a betrayal.”

The smile on your face dims and your posture tightens while you turn your face away from him. He has seen you in every vulnerable state a person can be in - naked and clothed, sick and well, broken and whole. Even if you withdraw, he will always bring you back. This time is no different.

Gojo reaches for you, turning your face toward him with his free hand.

“No no no, come back here. I was just kidding.”

His fingers rest against your jaw and his thumb runs over the round of your cheek and your sour look fades in an instant. There are many things you loved before him, people too, and though it stings to know your feelings weren’t preserved until the day he landed in your life he smiles at you softly. From the day he admitted his feelings to you years ago, you were his and his alone. There’s no use in being jealous now and whatever remains of the bitter taste dies within him when he looks at your face and leans over to glance into your cup.

“So are you saying you love me more than ice cream?”

Giggling, you tap his nose with the handle of the wooden spoon in your hand.

“I’m saying that I love you more than anything that has come before or after you at the very least.”

“Then I’ll take this as a sign you don’t want that then.” Reaching for your ice cream, he wiggles his fingers and you hold it out of his grasp with a laugh. “No,” you feign annoyance and sigh loudly. “But I’ll share it with you.”

Reaching into your cup you pull out a scoop and feed it into his open, waiting mouth. He dramatically hums his pleasure, bundling his hands against his chest and shaking slightly. It’s a ridiculous move but you can’t help but laugh at him, reaching for another scoop in to feed him again.

“I love you too, by the way.” He adds after accepting the second bite, mouth still half full and cold. Nodding with a soft smile, you know he always will.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #kendall writes #satoken #he’s the loml………..thank u for understanding me during this difficult time

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hana-no-seiiki · 5 months

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sorn from bg3 (the male prostitute drow) is such a mood cause like people always get flustered whenever i use nicknames on them (like baby/sweetheart/etc). i’ve been called all the petnames too (my current favorite being cloudhead/mooncake atm) and those that i date often tell me that it makes their heart stutter when i use those

but on the other hand i get so unbelievably and irrationally flustered n shy when people who don’t usually call me by my name just use ‘yun’ like smiling and butterflies and all augh

and my friends keep calling me out saying i act like a horny/fetishizing/problematic teenager despite having the vanilla fantasies of a victorian woman

SO I WAS THINKING

QUICK YANDERE SOFT PRETTY BOI SEX WORKER BRAINROT??

could be a camboy, host club worker, pornstar, etc. your choice and imagination

Like ya boi who’s whole job it is to fulfill the most depraved fantasies imaginable. Who lived almost his whole life doing all sorts of kinks and fetishes

but absolutely crumbles when you ask him to have sex with him in the missionary position and maybe even the lights off

like he’ll join massive orgies no problem. host/strip for celebrities like it’s no business

but when you ask if you can hold his hand while you two make love. or kiss him gently with all the love in your eyes

he just

he just ceases to function.

you aren’t a regular of his, as much as he hates that fact. but everytime you schedule a meeting with him, he just has this dopey smile on his face and he’ll often uncontrollably giggle and squeal when you hit him up.

he has some pretty rich and dangerous clients

so sometimes he may or may not drug you when you visit him sometimes.

i mean you can’t blame him if your legs are too weak the next morning (or afternoon/evening, this man has stamina) or if you only wanted to have a nice chit chat but suddenly that pink sweater you bought him started to look really nice especially with his even prettier legs exposed like that.

opens up an exclusive rent-a-boyfriend offer but in actuality it’s just you in that list

overall a menace

you know how some of my readers uses yan harem to beat the yan harem

he definitely uses his fans/clients to keep you leashed

besides, no one else can serve you like he can, so might as well stay for some more hm?

#i wrote this in one sitting #weird fact: i wanted to be a host once upon a time. like a rent a boyfriend.#cause i loved dressing up and looking pretty #and doing romantic stuff #but without that attachments that came with #now im too stressed and out of shape but i mean THE DREAM WILL NEVER DIE!!!#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere soft boy #yandere ramble #yandere brainrot

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crimsonsposts · 11 months

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you forgot their birthday | &team

hello?? it’s impossible to forget his birthday. this man will text you on the twentieth october eleven-fifty nine p.m. to remind you it’s his birthday in a minute. he’d shamelessly beg for a happy birthday as well. only to gloat over it once he got his wishes.

fuma

he wants to be mature about it, but he just can’t. he’d spend the rest of the day just thinking about it. “is this a prank? please be a prank.” can’t sleep either. he’d then proceed to convince himself that it’s ok you forgot. “i mean, the anniversary’s more important right? right.”

nicholas

is going crazy because of it. almost gonna rip his hair out at the realisation that he’s not bothered that you forgot about it. he’s bothered at the fact that he cares so much. this could’ve been his dad that forgot, but he couldn’t care less. but you!! “nooooo…! please remember!!” will make you remember it somehow. and then will never live this down. this will become his teasing material to tease you with for months to come.

is very mature about it. he’s sad but understands that these things slip one’s mind sometimes, no matter how important that person is. he just takes it as in, maybe you’re busy. “it’s okay.” he repeats to himself. and ej gets by as if nothing is bothering him.

:) ⇦ his face the entire time

yuma

is bamboozled. he’s having a wide ray of changing emotions. at first he’s bummed and sad you don’t remember. and then somehow thinks it’s funny as well. and then he’s grumpy. he comes home buying you a gift to see your “oh shit” realisation. and ended up enjoying your flustered face which he thinks it’s impossible to be this cute. he ended up winning that day.

he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. other than the initial bummer, he gets over it fairly fast. to be fair, if it wasn’t for the members screaming a happy birthday on his face, jo could’ve forgotten about it as well. so he thinks it alright if you do. in fact, i think this man could’ve just think that you cooking rice in the morning for breakfast is the “happy birthday”.

harua

is not okay with it. will be very blunt about it. he’s very big on transparency. he’d calmly tell you how it stings and is sorta hurt by it. he makes you pinky promise him that it won’t happen next time and that you’ll remember. then you buy him a ton of candy, so he’s okay again :)

taki

like a flower that has been stomped. he does not take it too well. he likes birthdays. he thinks it’s the most special occasion. i mean, when else do one get a whole day dedicated to themself? he’d lose his light for the entire day. his energy has been snuffed out and will be emoting until you wish him a happy birthday.

maki

is super bothered. he’d deliberately ask you, “aren’t you forgetting something~?” but will not say it directly to you. he has this weird thing where he wants you to figure it out yourself for it to ‘count’. until then he won’t stay still. he’d deliberately be in a festive mood to give you a not so subtle hints.

ahh my last and first post is well received. i’m so so happy that people are interacting (≧∀≦)

i don’t know much about tumblr. and &team is my first group i write for! please don’t be afraid to say hi to me ❤︎

#&team x reader #&team fanfic #&team imagines #&team headcanon #&team fluff #&team scenarios #&team k #&team fuma #&team nicholas #&team ej #&team yuma #&team jo #&team harua #&team taki #&team maki #&team #andteam

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doromoni · 10 months

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Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

Max Verstappen x photographer!reader

Part 6.

fanfic + smau fic

y/n faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warnings : Ferrari bashing ( Im so sorry , the plot needs it 🥹) , mentions of abuse.

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

Ignorance is medicated by knowledge and experience — but ignorance can only be cured when the problem is seen and acknowledged.

I used to think that I was just what you made of me, thinking that what I’ve accomplished was because of your influence. You were sensitive, I wouldn’t say that you were insecure, no— you just had the tendency of being self righteous and self serving , I grew in fear that I would’ve taken a piece of your spotlight, so I hid in your shadow … always so quiet and obedient.. But I guess , I now know that i was also at fault, I was ignorant of how you made me so dependent to you and your actions.

I liked to think that I grew apart from ignorance, being enlightened by my own wrong actions and thoughts. Braking the chains that hindered me from living life— the chains that you’ve shackled on me. Maybe, it wasn’t your intention to cage me and poison me with your affections… maybe you’re we’re ignorant , just like I once was. But your ignorance is still no excuse.

I could only hope that you find your own peace and fulfillment . Because I have found mine, and I will be selfish this time and I wont ever let go.

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Majority of racing fans see Red Bull Racing as the evil power hungry villain of Formula 1 , that and all people in its team are hateful scums of the motorsport world . When in fact , they are the most kind and loving team I have had the chance to work with — where people who treat each other with respect and warmth no matter their organizational hierarchy . But do not get me wrong , the other teams aren’t bad … it’s just Red Bull has its business and employee relationships balanced to a tee.

Moreover, the issue of sexism had been rampant in the motor world, that is already a fact, yet I felt both seen and understood in the premises, in walls of the Red Bull Office… who would’ve known. My presence here was not for a diversity hire or some agenda. I was put here to actually innovate the Red Bull Racing brand and pull my own weight.

Never in my career in motorsports have I felt so appreciated and significant enough to be treated correctly , most specifically in this moment , that sadly I cannot say hadn’t happened before .

I was discreetly pulled from my meetings to talk face to face with Christian Horner. All the possible mistakes I could’ve made came rushing in to my mind. It hasn’t been a week since I’ve officially worked for the racing team , yet here I am walking towards the office of the CEO and team principal of Red Bull Racing.

With a deep breath , I gently knocked on the mahogany door that separated me from my possible dismissal.

“Christian, its Y/N”

“Oh , yes yes . Come in!” Christian’s voice echoed through the thick wood. Slowly opening the door , there I saw my boss with his back pressed on the plush leather material of his office chair ; a hand perched on the bridge of his nose as he signaled me to sit.

“ So , am I in trouble? Why did you need me?” I gave an awkward laugh as I tried to lighten the mood

“It’s about Max” Memories of the meetings and debriefings of relationship lectures from the Italian team came to mind. The lectures were harsh and are mostly one sided , as the fault was somehow always pushed to me ; even if I wasn’t entirely involved , but who could they have blamed? Charles? He was their golden boy — so the nearest person to point to was me. It was always me.

Just like muscle memory, my words instantly echoed.

“I’m so sorry “ slipped from my mouth.

My hands trembled as I waited for the unending reprimands to be more careful not to taint the team brand and all the crap that followed.

But, nothing came … Christian’s face contorted to a face of confusion and perplexity

“…For what? “ He then asked leaning a smidge forward ; his chair squeaking a little.

“Oh … uhm , you said something about Max? I’m assuming that I did something to dirty his image?” I said slowly, now also confused.

“What? No! Max’s image has never been better., Well not if we couldn’t cover this issue. I called you here because I wanted you to work closely with the PR head to cover a fight with Max and other drivers”

my brain stop working , as I heard the words Max , fight and other drivers, slowly connecting the dots ; my mouth spoke before I could realize

“WHAT?! Is Max okay?! How did that happen??”

“Max , is physically ok .It was after the press conference. It was between Max , Leclerc , Daniel and Oscar . We couldn’t get any of the drivers to talk … We were hoping that you could talk to Max.”

As I processed his words , the dilemma of professionalism and personal life came tumbling down and the distinction between the two are becoming blurry. The trauma of working for Ferrari with Charles once again came rushing back.

“Sir, are you asking me as an employee to interrogate my boyfriend? “ I asked , swallowing my nerves . Hoping that what I was thinking of was no where near the truth.

“No y/n , I’m asking for you to see If Max is alright and If he would like to sit out the practice races tomorrow … and if he does open up to you about the fight, then you are not obligated to tell us anything without Max’s consent” As Christian said those words , I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in; the huge weight leaving my shoulders , because even if they had asked that of me I refuse to betray the person that I love for my career.

“Thank you, Christian. Where is Max right now?” I asked standing up .

“He’s currently inside his driver room — he’s not allowing anyone to enter. Well we hope you’d face a different outcome ” Christian said as he walked me out of his office.

I chuckled at his statement , a very typical Max Verstappen move. Not that he doesn’t want anyone to near him, he’s just afraid that he might say something wrong in the heat of the moment ; something that I’ve learned to handle in the years that i’ve known the Dutch Red Bull driver.

“Hey, Christian… thanks for not asking me to break Max’s trust” I said as I hesitated going out the door.

“Of course, kid. Max is family and now you are too.” He said as he ruffled my hair, earning a groan and a swat from me.

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Pacing through the Red Bull motorhome in a mix of a jog and sprint , I made my way towards Max’s driver room.

And right outside the door was Mary : Max’s Pr manager, pacing back and forth as she spoke to someone on her phone.

Her eyes met mine , and in an instant she was in front of me

“ Oh thank goodness! , y/n! Finally ! you go talk to Max , please . I need to sort important matters about the issue, which of course will be debriefed in our meeting later… alright bye!”

And just like that , Mary was gone . And once again I am facing a mahogany door, only this time it was my boyfriend on the other side.

I raised my knuckles towards the door and gently knocked. Pressing my ear towards the door

“My love , it’s me . What happened? Can you open the door” I heard rustling, but there was no reply.

“Max, please open the door, love . Remember what we agreed on? Communication is the highest priority, please love, let’s talk”

then a soft click and a knob twisting was heard , as the door opened I was then pulled into his embrace . Max’s head buried in my neck , as I felt wetness and heard soft sniffles, Max was crying.

Suddenly alarmed with the severity of the situation, I instantly wrapped my arms around him , a hand softly brushing his hair ; saying soft reassuring words in his ear.

I continued to hold Max tightly in my embrace, as rouge tears slowly fell from my eyes. hurt filling my heart at the sight of the person I love breaking down. Briskly wiped the tears from my cheeks, I heard Max mumble.

“Max?” I asked as I gently maneuvered his face towards me , cradling his cheeks and wiping his tears away with the pad of my thumbs.

“I- I lost control, and I hit him. I punched Charles … I’m sorry. He was insulting you and I-i … it just happened. I was so angry … and I enjoyed doing it., am I really a monster?” His voice broke . A gasp fell out of my lips as my eyes fell to Max’s knuckles , they were bruised and bleeding from the cuts.

The conversation that we had about physical violence came to mind. Max had entrusted me with the knowledge of the extent to which his father had used physical violence to discipline him in his childhood. They’re relationship was better now… but the trauma still stays. Max had sworn to no longer resort to physical violence , he didn’t want anyone to go through what he had before.

“ Shhh, shhh Max, my love . It’s alright. Everything is okay , you’re okay. You didn’t enjoy hurting him , you fought for me, you protected me… that’s it my love, that’s it . You’re not a monster , you never were and you never will be. Max you’re the farthest from it . My love, I’m sorry that you’re facing this because of me. Im so sorry” I lifted the his busted hand and gently pressed a kiss to his wrist.

Guilt suddenly came twisting my stomach, bile rising to my throat. Because of me , Max had done what he hated the most. Im so sorry Max.

“N-no , I don’t regret protecting you , Schatz. I regret my way of doing it. You will always come first.” Max’s change of attitude gave me whiplash. Gone were the tears and vulnerability. The look of determination overcoming his entire feature, he looks so determined for what? Am not so sure.

“My love , what do you mean by that?” I asked as I searched the answer in his eyes.“The track , Liebling … the track” a grin now stretched his face.

“Max , please think straight .You don’t need to do anything “ I said as I once again raised a hand to his cheek softly.

“It’s my job to protect you, My Schatz” Max said , now pulling me closer in his embrace.

“Yeah , yeah … but who treats your wounds, huh? Big baby, please be safe” words muffling as Max pressed my head to his chest. The worry never leaving my mind.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. I didn’t sign up for this @redbullracing I was promised 2 normal drivers. But good job on P1 and P2 on practice 3 I guess

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user1 not you using these pics 😭.

user2 y/n outing the red bull drivers. i love it!

user3 Keep em coming @y/n_stills.

y/n_stills. You’re welcome children

maxverstappen1 wow… thanks dear

y/n_stills. Love you 😘 @maxverstappen1

redbullracing you’ve signed the contract

y/n_stills. unfortunately :))

redbullracing excuse us?

y/n_stills. nothing ~ thanks for the snacks 😘

user1 y/n is continuing the beefing with motorteams saga 😭

schecoperez thanks y/n

y/n_stills. you are welcome checo 😇

danielricciardo the sarcasm is so nice 😇

maxverstappen1 you’re lucky you’re not here @danielricciardo

landonorris oh, are we bullying @y/n_stills.?

alexalbon another reason why I don’t regret leaving Redbull. 🫶

y/n_stills. I hate you all >:(( and @alexalbon? lily wants a word with you 😇

mclaren our drivers are well behaved 😇

y/n_stills. Im giving the fattest side eye. 👀

landonorris I am well behaved!

y/n_stills. This u?

landonorris … touché

danielricciardo what did I do??

y/n_stills. @danielricciardo fault by association

oscarpiastri but i’m good right? @y/n_stills

y/n_stills. You’re safe for now @oscarpiastri , little papaya… better watch your attitude 🤨

user4 y/n is not playing y’all HAHAHAHAH

user5 she ain’t holding back fr fr , the grid should watch their back 🤣

user6 everyone say thanks to y/n for giving us driver interactions.

user7 it’s great to see Redbull’s wacky side tbh~ they are not as evil as people make them to be .

user8 they literally instantly cut off their second drivers.

user9 @user8 woah thats statement is baseless, they do give them chances for the drivers to prove themselves… at the end of the day the goal is to win.

scuderiaferrari work for us again

y/n_stills. I don’t go back to my exes , sorry ☺️

user1 SIDE EYE

user2 did y/n really just 🫣

user3 THE TEA IS HOT , y/n your never escaping the rumors , girl.

mercedesamgf1 get it line! you already let her go once smh

user4 which ex 🤔 hmm ? Don’t be shy y/n , which ex.

y/n_stills. 10 mins

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maxverstappen1 Thank you, Liebling! I love you 💙

y/n_stills. love you more 💙

maxverstappen1 lmao no.

y/n_stills. Emilian 🤨 Excuse you? Dafuk you mean , no?

maxverstappen1 no, because I love you more.

y/n_stills. Your love disgusts me 🙄

maxvestappen1 well then be ready to be disgusted for the rest of our lives.

y/n_stills. Woah wut?? Max?

y/n_stills. MAX?? Hello??? You don’t get to dip after that

y/n_stills. max max max max

y/n_stills. safe driving … luv u 💙

maxverstappen1 Love you more 💙

y/n_stills. ugh I hate you >:((

oscarpiastri make em chow their last ka-chow?

y/n_stills. You’re too young to understand top tier humor , oscar

oscarpiastri I’m literally 1 year younger than Lando and 3 years younger than you

y/n_stills. Yes and still a baby

oscarpiastri Wowwwww. Ghee and you’re old, mom

y/n_stills. Watch your mouth, young man 🤨🤨

oscarpiastri sorry mom

y/n_stills. That’s better! Good luck with qualifying ,little papaya 🧡 drive safe

oscarpiastri thank you 🧡

charles_leclerc seriously y/n , stop it

y/n_stills. seriously charles, move on.

charles_leclerc do you honestly not miss me at all?

y/n_stills. nope, so stop whatever you’re doing and be happy with what you have.

charles_leclerc you’re just confused

y/n_stills. Dude? You’re the one who’s confused . For the last time, leave me aloneeeeeee . I swear I’ll block you and file a restraining order.

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f1wags Y/N L/N spotted with Victoria Verstappen today in the F1 Paddock! But the Red Bull Senior Designer is not in a Red Bull Uniform , I see. It looks like y/n is a full time wag today and she is off duty. Go support yo man, girl! 😏

Y/N L/N was a no show today at FP3 , which had fans curious and speculating of the photographer’s absence on the grid . But the curiosity of fans are quickly satisfied, as it was reported that y/n is indeed within the confines of the Red Bull motorhome offices , catering to her responsibilities to Red Bull. Nevertheless, she had shown support by posting congratulatory memes of the 2 Red Bull drivers on her instagram account.

Moreover, it looks like we will be in fact seeing more of y/n l/n but this time within the confines the Red Bull Garage; as a support of Max Verstappen and the whole Red Bull crew!

user1 it’s great to see that y/n takes her job seriously.

user2 we do love a boss bitch

user3 Red Bull had hit the home run with y/n fr fr

user4 a professional queen 🤍

user5 she supports Max both emotionally and professionally, we love to see it

user6 you know what I love the most? Right after her work , she said bye to the uniform

user7 I mean, no one can stop a fashion icon 😎

user8 she’s so extra , I love it HAHAHAHAH

user9 Im in love with her jacket! Someone please tell me where to get it pls pls

user10 Brunello Cucinelli … and the price hurts 😀

user 11 I always forget that they are literally loaded

“ So everybody , welcome back to Formula 1 . It’s a sunny day , no rain forecasted for today’s qualifying. Teams are stowing away their slicks and wet tires and our drivers are all at standby in their cars as they wait for the firsts qualifying session to officially start.”

“ I must say, Crofty . Our drivers are quite tense today during FP3, and even yesterday during the practice sessions; specially our drivers in red .The Ferrari Garage not particularly happy with Charles Leclerc’s rookie mistake during the 4th turn — almost causing a collision with his own teammate Carlos Sainz.”

“Ferrari was not having any of it! the drivers were called to pit instantly— was this another lapse in strategy? Or perhaps a driver error? I cannot tell, the issue was not brought up to the FIA… I mean it’s their own teammate. Very aggressive on Leclerc’s part, I might say”

“ And do you know who’s also driving aggressively during the free practices? Max Verstappen and Checo Perez — I believe that Christian Horner is loosening the reigns on his drivers. There were no radio calls to the drivers when both cars were given warnings for impeding Leclerc’s car during free practice 2 yesterday “

“ Also , another impending incident had also happened to Charles Leclerc, only this time it was by the Mclarens, By rookie Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris .They were also only left of with a warning by the FIA , as the both Mclaren were bound to enter the pits.”

“Wow , wow, The FIA is very lenient with the teams this Grand Prix… but what an unlucky session for Charles Leclerc, They could only hope that his chances in qualifying would be better”

“ First one to go out of the garage is the 7x Champion Lewis Hamilton , and not long after is George Russell. Both Mercedes are out of their garages and is waiting at pit-lane exit. Along with Fernando Alonzo’s Aston Martin.”

“And out goes Charles Leclerc’s Ferrari and Max Verstappen goes next, last year’s pole position and winner”

“Will he be able to do it again? Will Max Verstappen be able to grab another pole and another win?”

Max’s eyes never left the car infront of him , his gloved hands flexing on the Red Bull steering wheel. Body fueled with adrenaline

Mind zeroing on the red Ferrari, til the radio sound came on and the voice of GP sounded,

(Radio conversation are italicized)

; Max we are with you. Do what you need to do;

;Thanks guys, will do. I’ll keep it clean, tell checo I said thank you;

;Thanks Max, will relay your message to checo;

Max’s eyes came to view the Ferrari’s side mirror , to see Charles already looking at Him ; eyes glaring with rage. Max scoffed , lifting his visor — staring back with no fear nor regret.

“Oh, a radio from Max to his engineers, “say thank you to perez”. What could that mean?”

“And that starts the first qualifying session for this week’s Grand Prix!”

***

“ 17 minutes in Q1 and all cars are out of their garage with Lando Norris is currently leading and Piastri 0.100 seconds behind his team mate. 1 minutes left in Q1”

“Oohh! And Charles Leclerc spins out to the gravel… the wing might’ve taken some damage on that turn. It looks like the car is beached! Let’s look at it in another angle .Ferrari could only hope that Leclerc’s time will get him to Q2”

;MERDE!! THE CAR IS UNDERIVABLE!

; You’re pushing the car so recklessly!! Go back to the garage!;

;Fix this, Oversteers like shit…;

“ And that’s the checkered flag! Sargeant, Zhou, Magnussen, Hulkenburg and Ocon . And that is it for Haas and both Alphatauris are in q2! Leclerc barely making it! “

As Q1 had ended, both Red Bulls are called back to the garage and asses damages.

;That’s P3 , P3 , Max. Don’t push the car … let’s conserve the tires for now , Leclerc has been beached;

A scoff escaped Max’s lips.

;Copy;

Heat, sweat, the roar of the engine and enraged shouts filled the Ferrari garage. Charles Leclerc was seen in an argument with his engineers and mechanics — tension within one side of the garage grew rampant as the mechanics scramble to replace the front wing of the car.

Q2 was not any better for Ferrari, barely qualifying both drivers to Q3. Having everyone confused at the driver difference — as Sainz qualified in P4 while Leclerc qualifying P9.

“And welcome back to Formula 1 , We are starting Q3! Verstappen , Perez , Leclerc , Sainz, Norris, Piastri, Alonzo, Hamilton, Russell and Stroll battling for pole position”

“And that’s 12 minutes on the clock! And Half of the cars are on the circuit”

“ Hamilton sets the fastest 1st sector and 3rd sector , while Piastri sets the fastest 2nd sector!”

***

“And that is the checkered flag! The drivers have 1 one more lap for qualifying!”

“LECLERC TAKES THE FASTEST TIME! That’s P1, and Sainz crosses the line! That’s P2 and P3 for Oscar Piastri!— an amazing drive by the Ferraris!”

Everyone was tense at the red bull garage as they wait for Max to cross the finish line.

;Max , your currently in P7 , P7 , thats P7. You can do one last lap , send it Max;

;Copy, copy, where’s Leclerc?”

;Currently P1;

Max’s fingers flexed , a smirk growing in his face.

“Max makes the fastest 1st sector, and the 2nd sector…. and that’s the fastest 3rd sector!! And max crosses the checkered flag! ”

“AND THAT’S P1 FOR MAX VERSTAPPEN ! MAX TAKES POLE AGAIN! “

; What position was that?;

;That’s P1! P1! You got pole Max. Nice driving!;

; Amazing job everyone , let’s do well in the race;

“And that Qualifying! P1 for Max Verstappen, P2 for Charles Leclerc, and P3 for Carlos Sainz!”

The three drivers parked their cars to their respective places . The spaniard came rushing to hug Max , excitedly patting the Dutch driver’s back while the words “great driving” and chuckles were exchanged. The spanish driver parted from Max, then nudging the pole sitter towards the car of Charles .

The 1st Ferrari driver was getting out his car, clearly fuming. Max went near the Monegasque driver only to whisper “That’s for Y/n”, then moving away not once looking back.

“Max! Max! Congratulations on getting pole today! How does it feel to be in pole in this circuit again?“ Max went to answer the question

“Getting pole was amazing , specially this one… this holds a significant meaning to me personally.Today had been great , the car was amazing to drive ; and the team was as cooperative as ever.”

“Also Max, People had noticed that you were particularly motivated today? Is there a particular reason for that?”

“Well it’s always a motivation to win for the team , for all their hard work and all the time they spent making sure that the car was to its best. Also my friends and family are here to support… and of course my girlfriend who’s in the garage cheering me on right now”

Max answered smoothly with a practiced smile , as Leclerc was fuming from his peripheral vision.

“Ah ,of course! Y/N! A dear friend of ours here at Sky Sports! And lastly , any words for tomorrow’s race , Max?”

“Winning is always the goal , so yeah , We will try our best to keep the adding wins to the record. Thank you”

Max turned his back to the camera , handing the microphone to the Monegasque Ferrari driver — a face splitting derisive grin plastered on his face further infuriating the Ferrari driver.

“Thank you Max! We now have Charles Leclerc here with us! So Charles, how does P2 feel?”

Charles wanted nothing more than to storm out and leave the interview , as his face grew redder by the second .

“Well , its not better than pole. To be honest I’m very disappointed with the results.”

“Still an amazing effort for the team! That’s P2 for you and P3 from your teammate, right? Basing from the previous races, Ferrari had brought serious upgrades”

“Yes , but it is not enough for pole. But we will do our outmost best to beat Red Bull in tomorrow’s race. That I am sure. Thank you” and with that Charles went storming back to the Ferrari garage

“Oh! Uhm.. thanks Charles! Next we have another Ferrari Driver, Carlos Sainz on P3! So how do the upgrades feel Carlos?”

“I personally thought that the car was great compared to the last car during the last Grand Prix… the upgrades worked. We are very far from the Red Bull level of machinery, but we are getting there ….”

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Another pole for you , love! Amazing driving as usual. Couldn’t be prouder 💙

P.s you didn’t have to show off, just because I’m here 🙄

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maxverstappen1: I mean that pole was for you :))

y/n_stills. 🥺🥺🥺

redbullracing a motivated Max is a scary Max

y/n_stills. Boy you said it 🥵

maxverstappen1 🫣🫣🫣

landonorris ew, keep it in your pants

y/n_stills. go cry somewhere else , norris ~ we are happy here.

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—SPORTS HUB DAILY—Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc sparks fire within the Ferrari Garage

Article by Joseph Bens

Ferrari Driver Charles Leclerc was seen to be having a heated argument with his team, despite qualifying 2nd for the race this Sunday. The team statement was that they are happy with both of their drivers’ performances during the qualifying. According to Sainz , the car was very pliable and relatively easy to handle— and so we can rule out Leclerc having major issues with the car.

The Monegasque was reported to be unusually touchy and erratic based on fan reports as he was very adamant not to sign merchandise and interact with fans. The usually friendly driver was then seen storming off the circuit with alleged girlfriend scurrying in tow .

An inside source had tipped that an scuffle had happened between the drivers last Thursday, after the driver press conference , between Leclerc and Verstappen . The details of the fight were unknown, but it was said that Verstappen came storming out of the room — followed by Daniel Ricciardo, Oscar Piastri and a bloodied Charles Leclerc. The FIA not taking action as the incident was said to be just that, an incident and the drivers involved has refused to release a statement.

The Red Bull driver and the Ferrari driver are bringing heat on and off track! And we cannot wait for it to unfold. Tomorrow’s race would be one to watch indeed!

———

——— F1 Breaking ———

Ferrari appeals for FIA investigation towards Red Bull Racing and McLaren Racing for Impeding and possible brake checks

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Trick...and treat her well (Pedri x Reader) / Halloween '23

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After another long day at uni, you just wanted to go home and sleep. Thankfully, the following day was a bank holiday, so you knew you could just sleep in and sort of do nothing all day. But your boyfriend had other plans. Plans that interrupted your own plans.

“What are you doing in bed? Come on! Let’s get ready”, said Pedri, in a too loud voice, when he got to the room. You usually liked how hyper and excited he got by the smallest of things but not at that exact moment.

“Ready for what?”

“It’s Halloween!”

“Pedro, we live in Spain, not America. No one cares about Halloween around here”, you rolled your eyes and laid back down in bed.

“But we talked about going to that party…do you not want to go? I bought us the costumes and everything”.

It was so rare for him to want to go to something like a party that you felt bad saying no. His mood got so much better after being back in training with the team too, and he wanted to celebrate. So you got up and put the costume on, even though you kind of hated it, and you both left for the party.

But it was impossible to concentrate on having fun. Your mind was somewhere else. In all the classes you had to go to, the assignments you had to get done, …it was a bit overwhelming at the moment. People were drinking and that always made your anxiety worse. You didn’t like how hard it was to guess what a drunk person could do next. And when a few of them bumped into you, that feeling only got worse.

“Trick or treat?”, screamed Pedri, making you jump.

“Treat?”

“Here”, he said, offering a bag of sweets and pecking your lips. “Double treat. Just for you”.

You smiled at him but the smile was soon gone when you checked the time and saw how early it was. You had only been there for twenty minutes but it felt like hours.

The only good thing about the party was that Pedri stayed with you the whole time. You definitely didn’t want to be left alone somewhere where there were so many people. You didn’t know who many of them were either. And, even though Pedri was busy chatting and laughing with people, he knew you well. So he soon noticed there was something wrong.

“You ok?”

“Sure”, you answered, trying to smile.

“You don’t look ok. Are you not feeling well or something? Is that why you went to bed earlier?”

“Kind of. But you’re having fun so forget it”.

“No, I’m not having fun if you aren’t too”.

Despite appreciating his kindness, you also felt bad about his reaction. Your mood was not only annoying you, but it was now going to annoy him too. Great. It only made you feel worse about yourself.

“Let’s go home”.

“Pedri, we don’t have to…”.

“We do. I don’t even like parties anyway. You know that”.

“But…”.

“Shh”, he said, placing his index finger on your lips. “You come first always. Let’s go”.

It didn’t take you long to get back home and Pedri told you to go to the sofa and wait for him. He was going to make a drink for you.

“Trick or treat?”, he asked again, this time without yelling.

“Can I have both?”

“Greedy”, he laughed. “You can have this cup of tea I made for you and all these sweets I took from the party”.

“Oh my God”, you said, laughing too. “That’s so much. It’ll take me a week to eat all of it”.

“I might help you finish it”.

“Is this how American kids feel after trick or treating? I don’t even know what to eat first”. “I guess. My only source for it is the movies I watched. And the videos where parents pretended they ate all their sweets”.

“Those videos are horrible. So cruel”.

Pedri sat down next to you and brought you closer to him before turning the TV on and finding the channel you liked. More Buffy reruns were on. Perfect.

“So…wanna talk about it?”

You sighed. Did you want to talk about it? Maybe. But it wasn’t easy to put into words things you didn’t fully understand.

“I don’t know. It’s just…life, I guess. Uni kicking my ass and I just feel very defeated sometimes”.

“Did something in particular happen? Or is it just a general thing?”

“General, I think”.

“That’s…well”, he laughed. “I don’t know if better or worse. I guess if it was just one problem, we could try to fix it but if it’s just a general thing, it’s a bit harder”.

“I suppose it is like that, yeah”.

“What can I do to help?”

You looked at him and smiled immediately. He was always so eager to help. “You’re doing well so far. But I guess just be there when I need you. Talking is helping me right now. And, I don’t know, maybe you could pamper me a bit”.

“So it’s all just an excuse to be treated like a princess, got it”, he joked and your smile became wider.

“I can’t fool you, can’t I?”

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri one shot #pedri fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff #footballer x reader #footballer fanfiction

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Since you’re in delulu mood rn post some fun theories pls

This is going to be a long one lol

Here are my theories on TZ’s marital status, arranged from the most plausible imo to the least plausible:

1. They got engaged in the Caribbean, but are not yet married- This theory stands out as the most solid for me, consistently holding the top spot on my belief list. So, let me get this straight: this super busy couple, who hadn't really taken a 'real' vacation together before and are generally living a bit below their means, suddenly decide to spend a whole month in paradise? That's definitely a bit sus to me. Also, I think something switched after that trip. Settling into domestic life in London, setting up their home, and Tom casually mentioning Z in interviews. Both of them sharing pics from that vacay for their birthdays – that time seems really special to them. And when Tom talks about this important experience he wants to keep to himself because it involves someone special, it really sounds like an engagement to me. If it was something ordinary, he probably would've just said it.

2. They are engaged but not yet married, and they got engaged after their Caribbean vacation- They have really been living a very domestic life last year and were very adamant about spending all that free time together. Maybe they’re testing the real-life coexistence, seeing if they’re compatible. Once they’re confident, Tom proposes. This theory definitely went +1 spot due to Z herself bringing up Tom and mentioning thinking about her future during these two press tours and also their people’s behaviour. Possible wedding date: September 2024. The lack of projects on both of their schedules adds to this likelihood.

3. They got married in the Caribbean- Now, this is the theory that started it all. For the first time, it made me think that they were married, and I think that in this case, it’s possible that they consciously went on that vacation with the intention of getting married or it was spontaneous. Everything I said during the first theory stands + I feel like organizing their wedding would be extremely complicated, both due to the media frenzy that I’m sure they would like to avoid and their families living on different continents. They both have pretty old grandparents whom I'm sure they would like to have present if they're already having a wedding that will be attended by multiple people. Also, with this option, they literally had a built-in honeymoon.

4. They aren’t engaged or married- This primarily comes from my belief that people don’t have to get engaged simply because they’ve been together for a long time. I believe choosing each other and prioritizing one another over everything else is far more meaningful than just getting engaged. However, they seem a little too sappy for this option, which is why it’s the last one. Yet, sometimes, I do feel like it could be the right one.

Keep in mind this is a very basic breakdown of all the theories with only the main proof, but I wanted to keep it as short as possible.

#tomdaya #theory

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yxndereblogs · 2 years

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Congratulations on the 100 followers sweetie!! 🎉💕 Can I request the whole alphabet with Dean Winchester?

of course! and thank you so much!! 🥰

Yandere!Dean Winchester Alphabet 🖤

Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

It didn’t take long for him to become obsessed. He became obsessed with you because of how much love you gave him when you both would hang out. It was like meant to be for him.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Pretty messy. Dean would be high up on the scale in all honesty.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

He doesn't want you to be scared, so he tries to make it comfortable as possible for you (if it will even work). He would also never mock you. He would hate to see you so upset.

Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

Dean has his moments of delusions. For the most part though, he knows you’re utterly terrified of the situation and that it will take a lot of you to love him again/things to go back to (semi) normal again. So, he would be pretty medium on the scale.

Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?

It depends on the day for him, so with that said, he can be rather unpredictable. Some days, you would think you’re walking on egg shells around him when he was angry or even upset. You just never know with him. Mood changes don’t happen quickly, but at the same time, they aren’t infrequent.

Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

At first, he would think you’re just messing with him or joking around with him. When Dean realizes you’re being serious, he restrains you gently and tries his best to reassure you and telling you to calm down. Even though it may not work a lot of the time.

Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

Dean would feel guilty from the start/when he first sees you upset and/or angry at him. The last thing he would want to make you feel is sadness and anger, so seeing you in the state makes him feel so guilty.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worse experience with them?

Whenever you get caught in his fits of rage. He tries to contain them around you, but there are times where he just can’t and he just starts yelling and throwing things, some things even hitting you. Afterwards, he would be so upset (at himself) and try to comfort you, but you would just be too terrified to even let him near you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Living away from the hunting business, maybe somewhere where you both can have a nice-sized family with some pets running around, with his brother living nearby of course.

Jealous: What makes them the most jealous?

I know it may be basic, but whenever other people flirt with you. It just makes Dean’s blood boil, and that is why he hardly lets you leave, even with him.

Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan out?

Dean has everything planned out, from the day he’s going to do it to making sure your soon-to-be room is all nice just for you. So, he tries to make it as stealthy as possible with little to no struggle from you.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He definitely flirts with you. A lot. He tries to play it off as making it playful flirting and as if he doesn’t truly mean it, but he wants you to somehow know his flirting is genuine.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

Not really. Dean acts pretty much the same, except for maybe he isn’t as stone cold around you as he is around a lot of other people.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation. I know that’s a very common answer among many of yanderes, but with Dean, that is the worse he is willing to do when it comes to punishing you.

Outrage: What makes them furious?

Besides the supernatural and all of that, he gets mad whenever you just ignore him, whether when it comes to affection and/or he is talking to you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Again, it mostly depends on the day for him. Some days, he is very patient and is willing to wait for you/with you. Other days, his patience is on a thin line and that line can break with anything “bad” you may do that day.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. That’s it. No.

Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

As mentioned before, it mostly is on the inside, but he also yells (a lot) and will throw things, him trying not to throw it at you if you so happen to be around. He calms down either by a drink or hearing your voice whenever you try to calm him down, aka you feel like you have to calm him down.

Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

Yes. Is that an answer?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry and/or isolate themselves?

Dean would be heartbroken and blame himself for your state. He would absolutely be devastated seeing you so upset and would try his best to calm you down or at least get you to sleep so you can calm down.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Besides hunting supernatural beings and getting help from them when you die, escape, are upset, yada yada yada, he's a pretty normal yandere.

Vicious: How vicious can they get?

Around you, not at all. Around other people/people that may hurt you or he believes they can hurt you, very.

Weakness: What weaknesses can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Dean have been touchstarved for god knows how long, so showing him affection in any way is an easy way to let his guard down.

Xenodochia: How quickly would their darling cut them off after they escape?

It wouldn’t be easy, but at the same time, it wouldn’t be the most difficult thing in the world for you. So, it would take only a bit of time for you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

About half a year, maybe less than that if he’s extra impatient to have you.

Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

Dean does not want you to be involved in the supernatural business under any means. Doesn’t matter if you were before he kidnapped you, you are not going to be involved in it anymore.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere supernatural #yandere supernatural x reader #yandere dean winchester #yandere dean winchester x reader

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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that person with the ABO true mates thing has the right idea tbh. on a similar note, imagine instead dream is the 3rd child of some important medieval noble family. he's resigned to live a life of boring diplomacy and living in his father's shadow and probably being married off for some political alliance (he is the 2nd son but he's also the 3rd child and imo death is generally a lot more well prepared for anything he might have thrown his way as the "spare" but we already knew that)

but one day dream and some of his family are in the town square, perhaps returning from a long journey. they maybe were off trying to negotiate a deal for dream's hand in marriage, but dream was so miserable about it that the talks were useless and everyones coming home upset. theres a lot of people around and its generally very busy, so it isn't very surprising that dream brushes shoulders with some stranger, but before he gets the chance to tell him off for it since he is still a bratty little prince, he gets thrown into a full blown heat. like, falls to the ground, clawing to get his clothes off because theyre too much, panting because he cant catch his breath type. (i personally am a huge sucker for bottom dream regardless of whether he doms or not, but after seeing an ask about househusband/alpha!hob i really cant get the idea of dom bottom omega dream and service top submissive alpha hob out of my head)

anyway, he gets back home just fine to wait out his heat, and as soon as he's done he's hell bent on finding whoever it was that sent him into that. night would probably want him to go find whoever it was (thinking of night in overture making a whole pocket dimension for dream and a lover), but maybe time would want to still get a political alliance out of this. he ends up doing some cinderella type thing to find hob back and he's so in love he conveniently ignores that hob is a mercenary/thief/sword for hire/bounty hunter/whatever and has probably most definitely also stolen from dreams family before. besides, who cares about a little bit of money when you can order your new alpha mate to fuck you halfway to hell and back? all im gonna say is they have NOTHING to worry about when it comes to heirs

-🖋

I see submissive alpha hob? I go feral. Literally this whole thing is GOLD.

I’m imagining after his heat, Dream uses his status (maybe with Night’s help if she’s in a good mood) to summon all the unmated alphas in town to his family’s home, and has them all walk past him while he smells every single one. Hob literally only showed up for the opportunity to steal some stuff from the place, so imagine his shock when little lordling Dream pounces on him and declares that they are true mates!! Hob obviously isn’t mad about it because Dream is the prettiest little darling he’s ever seen… he’s also an absolute terror, spends half his time snarling and the other half sulking. Hob loves it, loves him within about an hour (especially when Dream drags him off and takes his knot in a store cupboard - they’re not even married! the scandal is delicious!).

Dream is insatiable, but Hob is more than able to keep up. Hob doesn’t give a shit about manners or being respectable, and he’ll gladly join Dream in skipping out on diplomatic dinners and other dull things. The “honeymoon phase” doesn’t show any sign of stopping after a year of being mated - Dream rarely shows his face outside of their bedroom before noon, because he’s busy. It’s a good thing that Hob has access to high quality food now, because otherwise he’d be dropping a lot of weight with all the strenuous activity Dream expects from him.

Dream’s family aren’t best pleased with the match, but even they can’t stand in the way of true mates, and Dream is only the third child so it isn’t the end of the world. At least Hob keeps Dream out of trouble and full of pups.

#🖋 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

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bekaroth-reads · 2 years

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Brynjolf x reader

[Okay, so quick explanation about something. In the game, Brynjolf calls the character lad or lass depending on the character model chosen. But, I tend to write in gender neutral as much as possible so it can be any character inserted, so I decided to have him say bairn. Like how someone might say kid instead of boy or girl]

You had just gotten back from doing a job for Maven Black-Briar herself. And, boy, do you feel awful about it. Sure, the owner of that rival brewery was not that best person. But, what was looking to be almost an entire life in prison seemed like too much of a payment. Not to mention, it wasn’t like his awful treatment of his workers was something that Maven of all people was concern with. Regardless, you made your way back to Riften, reported back to Maven, and made your way back to the guild center to wait for more information about what to do next. After checking in with Mercer, you headed straight for the Ragged Flagon. You were thinking about everything that was going down, and things that they might lead to when what you wanted to think about was absolutely nothing. Nothing that a bottle of mead couldn’t help with. Apparently, you looked as bad as you felt because you didn’t even have to ask for anything before Vekel was sliding a bottle your way. Though, he always was good at picking up on those sort of things. “One the house, for a job well done.” He played it off with that before teasing, “Don’t get used to it though.”

There wasn’t anything else said between the two of you as he was busy with his work. Even if he wasn’t, there wouldn’t have been a chance to as someone else cut in. “Ah, there you are, bairn!” A familiar voice rang from the other end of the bar. Brynjolf pulled out the stool next to yours and sat in it. “Heard the news. I knew I pegged you right! Probably still feeling a rush from such a flawless job, eh?” He cheered you on with small shake of your arm. All you were able to will yourself to respond with was a grunt and a shrug of your shoulders. This sort of threw him off of his jovial mood, but only for a moment. “Rough trip back?” Brynjolf teased.

“Sure.” You hummed and focused on fiddling with the bottle in your hands. This was interrupted by another hand grabbing the top part of the neck that your hand wasn’t on. “It’s my personal belief that when someone is too upset to drink, then drink is the last thing they need.” Brynjolf said in an uncharacteristically concerned voice. “Do you actually believe that?” You asked as you practically flopped your head over onto your shoulder to look over at him. “Of course I do!” He got a bit of a guilty look before adding, “For everyone else but myself, anyhow.”

Brynjolf stood from his stool and pulled you by the arm to do the something. “In any case, nothing that a good walk around the back of the rat ways can’t help.” He insisted as he started to lead you to the door. “Isn’t there a crazed cannibal living back there?” You asked deadpan. “Well, we aren’t going that far back, bairn! Just a lap around the upper level is all.” Brynjolf chuckled as he opened the door. He managed to get you about ten steps in before you dug your heals in, bringing you both to a halt. “I don’t think I can do this Bryn!” You blurted out. This confused him, so he decided to play it off with a joke. “Walk? You certainly did a passable job of that from the bar to the door. And, I’ve never known a half bottle to-“

“No. This whole guild thing. When I joined, I thought that I would be doing things like picking pockets, maybe hitting a few houses here and there. If there was someone else framed for it, then they would only be in jail for a few days- a week at most. B-but, since I’ve been here, I’ve had to threaten multiple people, destroy entire livelihoods, and hurt people not even involved! That poor guard at the brewery by Whiterun; all he wanted to do was keep people safe, and I poisoned him! The only reason I took the job was to be sure there wasn’t enough to actually kill him! It just-“

“Woah there, bairn! You’ll work yourself into being sick if you keep spouting all those words.” Brynjolf cut off your panicked tirade with a firm hand on your shoulder, put there partially to get your attention and partially because he thought your balance was starting to look unstable. “Now, you’re overthinking all this.” He tried to comfort. “But-“ you started only to be cut off once more. “‘But,’ nothing. Look, if you really want to take all of this personal, then think of the details. For instance, ol’ Sabjorn was basically holding poor Mallus captive. Now, isn’t that a good reason to have him spend sometime behind bars?” He asked. You huffed and sat on the dirty floor before asking, “What about the guard? What did he do to deserve getting food poisoning?” He laughed at what he thought was a silly question and sat down next to you. “That’s your answer. He’s a guard.”

Suddenly, Niruin stuck his head through the still opened door. “So, there are people back here. Vekel asked me to close the door. Doesn’t want to risk skeevers smelling the food.” He explained. Then he looked down at you sitting on the floor and staring at nothing. “What’s with the new one?” He asked. “Just a small case of morals. We’re working through it.” Brynjolf chuckled as he reached an arm around your shoulders and gave your upper arm a few assuring pats. “Oh, I remember when I used to have those. Don’t worry. You’ll get better in no time.” Niruin said sympathetically before leaving and closing the door behind him.

“See?” Brynjolf sounded genuinely happy. “The guild’s got your back! We’re family after all.” You heaved a sigh and slumped against the wall even more. “I dunno…” you mumble. Suddenly, you were turned around by the arm across your shoulders, and the feeling of the cold wall on your back was replaced by the warmth of his chest to yours and his arms that were both wrapping around you. “I do. Told you when we first met I know how size people up. I wouldn’t have gotten you involved if I thought you couldn’t handle it.” You weren’t able to answer, the situation having completely dazed you. Never being one to let silence set in if he wasn’t sneaking, Brynjolf gladly kept talking. “Besides, as you might have guessed, I’m starting to get a bit attached. If you really wanted to leave, I’d be there fighting you the entire way out the door.”

This wasn’t an unwelcome turn of events, but nonetheless a surprising one. Because of this, all you could think to do in return was to move your hands to hold him like he was holding you, albeit not as tightly. “Look at that! You’re still here after all! I was starting to think you’ve gone completely limp on me.” Brynjolf laughed. He sat with you like this for another minute, enjoying the rare soft moment in his life. Finally, he leaded back, arms still wrapped around you, but loosening enough so his head wasn’t over your shoulder and he could look at you again. “Divines bless you, bairn! Your face is as red as my beard!” He couldn’t help but tease. It must have been really bad if he could tell even in the dim torchlight of the rat ways. You rolled your eyes at his antics, finally able process your thoughts enough to realize that he was trying to work that rouge-like charm of his on you.

“What? You don’t believe me?” He asked, his fingers ever so gently starting to dig and wriggle at your sides, testing the boundaries of what he could get away with. “Then how about I prove it? I’m sure we could compare the colors if we got them… real…close.” Brynjolf’s lips were now just a breath away from yours, and that breath was catching in you chest.

The door opened again, and Vex who couldn’t be bothered to actually look called in, “Brynjolf!” The Nord in question grumbled a moment at the intrusion. But, he still quickly let you go, and replied. “Aye, right here. What is it?” Vex, still not wanting to put in the effort of looking around the door, but lowering the volume of her voice now that she knew he was nearby curtly said, “Mercer wants you to handle something, soon as your able.” She left, not pulling the door all the way closed behind her, assuming he was going to be right behind.

Brynjolf stood from the floor and pulled you up as well. “Well, duty call, I suppose.” He huffed and brushed off his pants a bit. Stopping himself when he started to turn toward the door, Brynjolf looked back at you, a devious glint to his eyes. “Oh, yes. I almost forgot.” The hand that was suddenly on the back of your head showed you what he almost forgot when it tangled into your hair and used the hold to push your mouth onto his. He took the kiss as deep as it could go in the few seconds he had to spare for it, his beard bristling against you sending your nerves sparking at the extra sensation. When he pulled away, he took a moment to brush a thumb across your cheek and take in your glazed over features. Turning to the door, this time actually walking out, he covered for you both by saying, “Just let me know if you have anymore questions about anything.”

Not having anything else you could do, you composed yourself for a few minutes then walked back out to the bar and sat down again. You finished the other half of your now slightly stale mead, and planned on asking for another when a fresh bottle was slid your way. You looked up to see Vekel standing by the box he kept the mead in, giving you a knowing look. “On the house.” He said as he turned to clean a few tankards. “I thought you told me not to get used to that.” You teased. “I can tell you need that one more than you needed the first one.” Was his answer from where he was working. You might not have looked as composed as you thought you did. But, then again, Vekel was always good at picking up on things.

#brynjolf x reader #skyrim brynjolf #skyrim brynjolf x reader

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doorrobloxstuff · 9 months

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Modifier..head..canons..?? But it starts as a ramble.

Feel free to use these notes in your own aus because this shit vexes me.

No, I’m not going to make modify a (currently living) entity. DONT DO THIS TO YOURSELF. I KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW YOU’D DO THIS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

I can’t really find any way to implement modifiers into canon. Maybe it’s an entity like revive?? Maybe Revive gives blessings but the more magic it uses

I’d be funny if there’s blackouts sometimes or the electricity short circuits because of over usage of power and all the lightbulbs just collectively explode

- or Gobby gets greedy and takes everything, but I’m pretty sure TGL AND Jeff would be pretty mad if he took all the currency that can be used to aid someone’s survival. So all the stuff to do with that is NC.

More explanations for stuff:

“Gone fishing” and “Soundproofing” is absolutely not canon. TGL has committed literal crimes to save humans. LITERALLY KILLED ENTITIES TO SAVE THEM.

All the electrical stuff is canon and can be explained as power overusage from too many electrical devices being used at once.

Wet floor is canon. Entities and intruders alike slipping on their ass from wet floor wax is both funny and realistic considering the entities have to do upkeep. They probably have “wet floor” sticky notes on the wall to keep people from tripping and falling though-

Bad ventilation is canon, though the fog is heavier and it’s steam from whenever someone takes a REALLY long shower.

Rush *beating in the door*: “GODDAMN IT JACK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE FOR SO FUCKIN LONG! ITS A FUCKIN SAUNA IN HERE!”

Jack: “I AM WAXING MY LEGS DU SCHLAMPE!”

“Key key key” can be explained by Rueben getting extra locks that week- but.. I don’t know it sounds like a pain in the ass to open every. single. door. manually. To the point it’d probably even annoy the most paranoid of entities.

Like, everyone can just get smaller version a skeleton key. (No, not the ones ingame..) but that’d still be pretty annoying so- non-canon??

Few places to hide/nowhere to hide? Mmm..maybe in the future but I don’t think hide would like it if there was less dressers. But then again, destroying superfluous dressers could help the hotel save energy by reabsorbing inactive mass so maybe destroying them and allowing them to re-absorb would be beneficial if things got REALLY bad.

‘Jammin is NC. Don’t see the point of it unless Jeff somehow got his hands on the hotel intercom and started blasting music to confuse entities.

That’d probably start a confused fight between everyone though as everyone rushes to the intercom to have that stuff turned off.

Tripped, Tripped and fell, Last few breaths, last breath, can be explained as intruders with chronic illnesses or injuries they got prior to entering the hotel.

“Injuries” is just being realistic so no changes there.

Didn’t skip leg day, faster faster faster, Maximum overdrive can also be canon. It’s all fun and games until a crackhead breaks in and starts sprinting.

My legs are killing me, my knees are killing me can be explained off as older people.

Good time: *Shrugs.* The entities are busy.

Bad time: *Shrugs* The entities aren’t as busy.

Really bad time: They think you saw one of their children, which makes them collectively lose their minds.

Worse time ever: They know you saw or injured one of their children. They will collectively lose their shit.

Rush hour: Ambush has migraines so big daddy’s gotta catch the intruder.

I’m runnin’ here: Rush has something to prove or food is low.

I’m tip-toein here: same explanation as above..or the kids are trying to sleep when you broke in. ^

Battle of wits/Wrong number: Dupe’s getting older and its hunting more refined.

I’m everywhere: Screech is getting older and MUCH more confident about its hunting abilities.

Think fast/faster: same as above but to a lesser degree^

Bug spray: Timothy isn’t in the mood to hunt.

Itchy: Timothy is very hungry.

Nosey/Always watching: Eyes has something to prove or food is low.

Four eyes/Seeing double: Oooo! For all the writers out there you can use this one to say eyes has a twin or something. But my explanation is that it can split itself temporarily. Albeit this expends a lot of energy so it’ll take a lot.

Get back here: Figure is in a foul mood/triggered.

You can really run: Seek is in a much more foul mood.

Back for seconds: Ambush is feeling much more up to hunting then usual..

Again & again & again & again: You took something that’s Ambush’s/its starving or it has a personal vendetta.

Rent’s due: Hide has more anxious then usual.

Round about: Halt’s got something to prove/its standing in for someone/it just wants to kill something.

Watch your step: Snare escaped the greenhouse.

Are those pancakes!?!?!: Self explanatory OR Snare is being taught to hunt (and one of its parents are nearby.)

I love pancakes!! Self explanatory.

Stop right there: A-90’s come to visit.

Room for more: Rushlet family reunion. (Aka the rooms gang has come to visit) Curious will also visit as well, though not as frequently.

“Super hard mode” isn’t canon. No. Go away.

Uh oh/how unfortunate/chaos chaos: Circumstances get more fucked up.

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I was in a writing mood today so I started this mess lol the opening from the 'da capo zentradi au' that needs a new name 😂 I didn't edit much so good luck LOL

Some background:

Two species of humanoid now inhabit the same planet. One from another dead planet and seeking refuge and a new place to live (the humans). This was met with hostility from the original habitants (the larger one). A war broke out for 10 years, for the humans to come on top in the end. The larger species are now used as a sort of work horse in most cases. Some manual labor, others protecting the area and hunting, etc. there are still Nobels and high ups in politics but the less well-off tend to be put to difficult work and conditions. Even though the humans have the tech to make it easier, just don’t want to waste resources. It’s a political way to keep them down, busy and obedient basically. 🙃

Norton, of course, works in the mines.

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He awoke in a jolt as lights flashed on with what seemed like the blinding power of the sun. In an attempt to shield his eyes, he found that his wrists are bound behind him in the chair he is…tied to? Norton’s senses aren’t returning fast enough to get a decent grasp on what is happening here. Then a muffled sound hits his ears and his left one flicks in intrigue, trying to make out what it is…a voice? Maybe this voice has answers…

“…what’s going on? Where am I?”

A muffled response, he assumes that is what it is. The timing checked out for it to have been someone responding to him. He groans, irritated that his ears can’t make out what’s being said. Bobbing his head down and lightly shaking it, maybe this useless motion will bring back his senses.

The sound of fingers snapping brings him to attention, this being the first thing of clarity. Blinking his eyes, he is finally able to see a blurred individual come into clear view. Norton squints, “who are you…where am I? Why am I bound?”

“It’s me who should be asking questions Mr. Campbell…”

Norton arches a brow; he is only ever referred to this way when he’s in trouble. He looks around the clearing room, finding it blindingly white, every corner of it, with blaring lights above. There’s a window where he can only see himself but feels peering eyes watching him from the other side, then the sound waves from the wretched machine that dampens his enhanced hearing. Norton grits his teeth, the situation becoming more unideal the clearer the picture gets.

The only other individual in the room is seated across the table, studying Norton, patiently waiting for his ‘guest’ to get his bearings. “Judging by your jaw clenching, you’ve realized where you are…”

“Your kind had no right to do this. Take me….forcing me here…”

The individual shakes his head, “don’t be angry with me, I am the one trying to help you.”

Norton scoffs, “help me? Why would a human possibly help me?”

The man in white smiles, “well, I’m not fully human you see.” -he points at the slight point his ears come to-

“Is that supposed to comfort me? Finding out you’re half of two worlds? You’re associated with the people who took me, forced my body into this weak size, and hold me captive!” Norton yanks at his bindings in frustration. In this situation he should be doing all he can to keep his emotions in check, but the constant bombardment of: blinding light, deafening sound waves, and tight painful bindings on his body that was forced to biologically mutate in those stupid machines created to help his kind integrate with humans (make them human sized, the same process can return them to normal), if wished….All of this clashing together to make self-control difficult…purposely so….

The man in white remains silent as he carefully unfolds a loaf of freshly made bread and uncapping a jar of milk. This action alone bringing silence and potential obedience back into the room.

“Mr, Campbell…you can have this and your freedom if you answer some questions for me.”

Norton’s ears flick in curiosity, the scent of the fresh bread calming him, “about what?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten? Maybe you hit your head harder than originally thought…” the words trail off as he adjusts his monocle.

Norton tilts his head, then looks down at the human clothes he is wearing, he grimaces, well now he can’t check to see the state his work clothes were in, could have been a clue, and tries to wrack his brain for any memory of what happened before this. He catches a glimpse of the man across from him and is confused by the expression. This expression of joy?

“This memory loss can work in our favor.”

“Our—?”

“Yes~ Here” he scoots the bread and milk over to Norton’s side and snaps his fingers. Two guards enter and undo the bindings and take their new posts on either side of the suspect.

Norton watches this situation play out with palpable confusion, then lightly flinches as a hand is suddenly extended towards him for a shake.

“Call me, Orpheus. Shake my hand if you agree with this simple term, ‘I help you, you help me’ how does that sound?”

“What would you helping me entail?”

“? That memory loss is doing a number on you~” Orpheus smiles, “I’m getting you out of here and back home”

“Wh—“

“Just shake my hand so we can get on with it”

This has something suspicious written all over it, but honestly, he would do anything to never be in this situation again and this guy seems like someone who could ensure that. “Fine.” and takes his hand in a firm shake.

———

5 years later

Norton is in his small living quarters. Exhaustion dripping from him as he sits in silence after a long day. It’s frustrating how the humans call him and his colleagues in for every little thing. You’d think the species would be more capable since they are the ones who won the war all those years back. He takes a towel and wipes the coal from his face as best he can without water, not having much energy to care about fully cleaning up at the moment.

A chime plays, signifying someone is outside. Dumbfounded, Norton gets up and walks over to press the button to open the sliding metal door, but…no one is there. Looking from side to side he suddenly hears a voice clearing itself from below. His eyes shoot downward and spot the man from 5 years ago.

“You..?”

“My, my, forgotten my name have we. We really should have gotten that head of yours checked more thoroughly.” Orpheus just walks under Norton’s legs and enters the living quarters.

“Sure…just come in then…” slightly annoyed, Norton closes the door and turns to face him.

“Do you at least remember the deal we made?” His voice nonchalant as he cleans his monocle.

“Yes, I recall, Orpheus…”

He smiles, pleased and looks all the way up at his friend returned to his proper height. “Fantastic, how do you feel about getting rid of someone for me?”

Norton’s brows furrow, “‘get rid of’?”

“Yes, I need you to kill someone.”

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punkette1026 · 6 months

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Chapter 2-My Sweet Rose

Summary:

As Marcus impatiently waits for Abby to arrive, Marcus reminisces on what happened on their first date.

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Here is chapter 2. I really hope you like it!

Marcus sat there for what felt like hours checking back and forth between his phone and the coffee shop entrance impatiently waiting for Abby’s arrival. In reality though, it had only been like twenty or thirty minutes since she texted him asking if he could meet her at The Hot Expresso and it was pure torture. At this point, he would rather that she break up with him by text. It would save him the trouble of having a breakdown in the middle of the busy shop.

“You want me to warm that up for you?” came a voice out of nowhere as he rested his head back on the table.

Marcus shot his head up and saw Louise, Abby’s sister, standing there with a fresh pot of coffee. “Oh, hey Louise, no I’m fine thanks. Have you heard from your sister at all?”

“No, not today,” she sighed sitting down across from him. “I do know though that you two aren’t really seeing eye to eye now. What happened Marcus? Normally you two can’t keep away from each other.”

He just ran his hand through his shaggy hair in frustration, “I don’t know Louise, I really don’t know. It just sort of happened one day. Abigail just snapped at me. We had just got done eating dinner and when I washed the dishes and left them on the counter to dry, she just started yelling at me for not drying them myself. Then it turned into her nagging me for everything I didn’t do right in her eyes that day. I thought that maybe it was that time of the month, and just went along with it, but then it went on and on and one. And then...”

“Then what?” It tore Louise up to see her two favorite people fighting. It was no secret that at one point, Lousie had a crush on Marcus, but now she saw him more as a brother.

“On Sunday when I came back into town and my apartment got flooded, Abigail came over to help and she acted normal. She was loving and sweet, just like how she used to be. Then out of nowhere, she asked me to move in with her,” Marcus sighed.

“And that’s a bad thing?” They had been dating for over a year now and he practically lived with her sister anyways with how often he was at her place. Everyone thought that would be the next step in their relationship.

“Normally no it wouldn’t be,” he said with frustration again. “If she had asked me a month ago, I would have said yes in a heartbeat. However, with her mood changing and the issues I was having at work, I snapped at her this time and told her flat-out no. Why would I want to move in with her? So, I could get yelled at all the time, no thank you. It’s like I can’t breathe around her without her wanting to rip my head off. I’m better off staying in a hotel while they fix my apartment for the sake of my sanity. I just feel like nothing I do is good enough for her. I buy her the ice cream that she craves and it’s the wrong brand, I buy her flowers hoping that it would make her feel better, and she doesn’t like the way they smell. Then it’s like I can’t even touch her anymore. Sunday was the first time in weeks that I was able to hug her. Every time I would try to hold her or even kiss her, she would walk away. I can’t even hold her hand! I’m tired of it all Louise, but goddammit, I still love her!”

Louise’s heart broke from him. She knew how much he loved her sister and knew how much Abby loved him. You could see it in their eyes. When Louise did talk to Abby, she never mentioned anything that Marcus had just told her. All Abby told her was that she and Marcus weren’t on the same page at the moment. That they had a few disagreements, but that’s it. Louise had never seen an angry or controlling bone in Abby’s body, so to hear Marcus say such things, it came as a complete shock. That wasn’t her sister at all. Then there was something else that she noticed too.

“Look Marcus, I don’t know if I should be getting involved or saying anything, but I have been noticing that my mom has been acting weird too lately. She has been leaving work and home a lot to see Abby. Then, I overheard her talking to Abby saying that she would pick her up this morning and that she needs to tell you everything soon. Even my dad has been wondering where they took off too. So, I believe you in thinking something strange is going on with my sister. I just hope that whatever it is, you two can work it out. You two are perfect for each other Marucs Pike. Don’t give up on my sister just yet please,” Louise pleaded with him before excusing herself to get back to work.

At such a tender age of 16, Louise left a lot for Marcus to think about. If what she told him was true, then maybe Abby was going to let him in on what was going on with her instead of breaking up with him. However, he just couldn’t let that feeling go. And what also bothered him was the fact that she trusted Rosita more than him when it came to their issues. Even though she was her mother, Marcus thought that they would try to work out whatever was going on with them first before they got their family involved. That hurt more now that he thought about it.

As he checked his phone again, Marcus just gave up and threw his phone on the table. There was no point in looking at it anymore. He would just have to wait for her to show up. As he looked around the shop trying to find something else to occupy his mind, Marcus spotted a young couple tucked away near the window. From the nervous laughter and the looks on their faces, Marcus couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he could see that they were on their first date most likely. He could remember the nerves that he was going through as he picked Abby up for their first date that didn’t go exactly as planned.

Flashback...

Marcus nervously stood in the middle of his bedroom only in his boxers as he stared at his closet looking for something to wear. A sudden bout of insecurity overcame him. He was just going to throw on a plain t-shirt and jeans and call it a day. However, when he thought of Abby and how beautiful she was going to look in whatever she was going to wear, he got concerned and nervous. He didn’t want to appear out of her league even though he knew that he was. Marcus didn’t want to embarrass her either. So, he pulled out his phone and decided to text her to ease his mind.

‘Good morning, Abigail Rose! How did you sleep?’ -M.P.

‘Good morning, Agent Pike! Slept like a baby. How about you?’ -A.R.

‘I slept alright. Question, what are you planning to wear tonight?’ -M.P.

‘Why, are you trying to match? Lol But I’m planning to wear a simple dress.’ -A.R.

‘Just wondering. I wasn’t sure how dressed up I needed to be. Didn’t want to under or over dress.’ -M.P.

‘It’s probably going to be hot and packed. Just keep it casual. I’m really excited to see you!’ -A.R.

Marcus gave a big smile as he read her text. He was just excited as he was.

‘Me too. I hear that they are going to be showing some old 80’s movies. Do you like horror movies?’ -M.P.

‘Nope, I love them! A lot of 80’s horror movies are cheesy though. Are they showing anything good?’ -A.R.

‘True, but they are having a showing of A Werewolf in London. It’s one of my favorites!’ -M.P.

‘Oh, that’s a good one! I’m totally down to see that. I hope you don’t mind, I’m a bit of a screamer.’ -A.R.

Both of them immediately gasped and blushes came upon their cheeks as they both reread what she had texted. As Abby was mentally beating herself up and inappropriate scenes came into Marcus’ mind, she was quick to try to send out a recovery text.

‘I mean with horror movies! I mean I get scared pretty easily.’ -A.R.

One the other side of the phone, Marcus was still trying to recover. He was trying to control his breathing as he kept rereading her text. Oh, how he wanted to explore that further, which scared him. Here they were only a few days from their first meeting, and he never wanted someone more as much as he wanted Abby.

‘You can hold my hand if you want. I don’t mind. Am I still picking you up at 11?’ -M.P.

‘Yes, we are still on for 11. Just text me when you are about to leave, and I’ll text you, my address. Are you sure it’s okay to hold your hand though? What if I don’t want to let go?’ -A.R.

Abby softly bit her lip. She was never this fast to flirt with someone. She was more the reserved shy type, and it normally took her a while to feel comfortable with doing it. Marcus brought something out of her, and she liked it.

‘Of course, you can. I promise to hold it tight and protect you from any werewolves. Lol’ -M.P.

‘My own personal F.B.I bodyguard. How did I get so lucky! Well Agent Pike, I better start getting ready. Don’t forget to text me for the address.’ -A.R.

‘Alright I better figure out something casual to wear then. See you in a little bit Abigail Rose.’ -M.P.

Once they got off the phone, Marcus took Abby’s advice and went with something casual like he had originally planned. He then headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the room began to fill with steam, Marcus looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. Yet another problem that he had. He had made the decision of finally getting to shave his beard and cut the hair that he had been sporting since his last undercover mission which was months and months ago. Now with a clean-shaven face, the prominent bruise and cut that he had on his cheek was more visible now. He couldn’t wait for the stares he was going to get. Marcus just hoped that Abby didn’t mind.

As Marcus got ready, Abby was anxiously getting ready as well. She was all showered and was in nothing but a towel as she tried to figure out what do to with her hair. Figuring she might as well curl it, Abby plugged in her curling iron when a knock came upon her bathroom door.

“Abby, it’s Louise, do you have any extra toothpaste in there?”

She looked underneath her sink and saw an extra box to give to her sister. “Yeah, come on in. I’m just getting ready.”

Louise carefully opened the door to make sure that her big sister was decent. “Dang already getting ready. You must be excited then.”

“Yeah, for the first time in a while I am actually very excited for a date. Marcus has been so respectful and amazing every time we talk or text,” Abby smiled. “He really has been a fresh breath of air.”

“Does it bother you though?” Louise asked as she hopped up on the sink.

“Does what bother me?”

Louise tried to play it cool and hide the jealousy on her face. Nobody knew at the time that she had a crush on Marcus. “Does it bother you that he is way older than you? I mean you are barely graduating college for crying out loud.”

“You know what, I think that’s the only thing we haven’t talked about yet. But I don’t care about our age difference anyways. We are both consenting adults. As far as I’m concerned, I like him, and he likes me. We can deal with logistics later. Besides, dad is also older than mom.”

“Yeah, but like only three years. I’m pretty sure Marcus is way older than that.”

Abby just shrugged her shoulders, “Again, that doesn’t bother me, and it sounds like he doesn’t mind either if he still wants to go out with me. Also, if his age was such a big deal, I don’t think mom or dad would approve of me going out with him and dad wouldn’t have introduced me to him.” Abby didn’t know why her sister was making it such a big deal. As much as she thought that it didn’t bother her, it got her to start rethinking that maybe she should.

Louise could now see that the wheels in her big sister’s head started to turn. She didn’t start drama or anything, but she didn’t want to see her sister get hurt. “Look Abby, I don’t mean to be a pain alright. I just want you to make sure that it’s all good. I don’t want to have to beat Marcus up because he hurt you.”

“Well, I appreciate that Lou, but nothing is going to happen. Besides, I don’t think you could beat up Marcus anyways. He works for the F.B.I. remember,” Abby laughed.

Louise rolled her eyes slightly annoyed, “I know that Sherlock. But we don’t have an older brother to intimidate him or scare him, so I have too.”

“I know just giving you a hard time sis. I’ll be careful, I promise. Now can you help me curl the back of my hair. I can’t see a damn thing with this mirror,” Abby smiled holding out the curing iron.

“Sure, no problem.”

A couple of short hours later, after texting Abby for her address, Marcus had pulled up in his car. He nervously took his sweaty hands off the steering wheel as he could feel the sweat stinging the healing cut on his hand before wiping it on his jeans. He was astonished with how he was acting. He had never been this unsure or insecure before a date before. This woman was already changing him, and he liked it.

After getting out of the car and running his hands through his now short hair, he went up and rang the doorbell. It took a second or two for someone to answer, but he eventually heard the lock turn and the door open to reveal Louise. “Oh, hey Marcus, please come in. Abby is just grabbing her things.”

“Thank you, Louise, how are you doing today?”

“I’m alright. I’m just babysitting Anna today since mom and dad are at the shop right now,” she explained. Anna was their eleven-year-old sister.

“That’s very nice of you,” Marcus smiled. “I promise I won’t keep your sister out too late. I know a teenager like you would want to spend a Saturday night with your friends.”

Louise just sighed, “Yeah well, we will see. I may just stay in tonight. I have tons of homework to do, and I have a huge paper to write.”

Marcus chuckled remembering his school years and was happy to be past them. “Well, if you need any help, I have always been great with writing. English was my favorite subject.”

Louise blushed at Marcus’ offer, “Yeah that would be great. I appreciate that, Marcus.”

They then heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When they turned, they saw Abby was standing there smiling shyly. Marcus was absolutely floored. She looked stunning standing there in her light blue summer dress with her long brown hair curled and draped over her shoulder. Her makeup was done lightly even though Marcus thought she was still beautiful without it. He also loved how the converse shoes that she was wearing complimented her outfit.

“Wow, you look incredible,” Marcus complimented as he felt himself breathe again.

Abby’s cheeks blushed as she pushed a stray curl behind her ear, “Thank you Marcus. You look great too.” He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that looked great on him. “I’m liking the clean-shaven look too. But your poor cheek. It looks like it really hurts.”

Marcus frowned and mentally kicked himself for shaving. “Oh umm...it doesn’t hurt too bad. I was hoping that it would go away before today, but I guess not. I really hope this doesn’t affect us going out today.”

“Oh Marcus of course not. I don’t mind at all. It’s just one aspect of your job. Does it bother you?”

“Normally not, but I don’t want people to get the wrong idea. I don’t want them to judge us, to judge you for being seen with me,” he told her honestly. He could care less of what others thought about him, but for her, if anyone said anything Abby, he would make them regret it.

“Here, come with me,” Abby reached out to take his hand.

“What?”

“Just come with me,” she then gently grasped his good hand and led him back upstairs.

They walked down a hallway till they reached a door on the right. It was her room. Marcus chuckled at the pick pastel walls and painted unicorns that were covered by boy band posters. “Nice room.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I have been in this room since I was like two. I never got around to do a real remodel over the years,” Abby defended herself. “Now sit on the bed.”

“What are you doing?”

He watched as Abby went through a bag that was on her desk. “Well, I figured we can try to cover up your bruise if you are afraid that it’s going to be a distraction. Now stay still.”

“Do you think that this is going to work?”

“Maybe, but we will see,” Abby then proceeded to gently apply the concealer to his bruise while being very careful to not get any makeup on his cut or stitches.

Marcus was amazed with how soft and gentle she patted the sponge on his cheek. He could feel her finger that was caressing his jaw, every now and then as she concentrated. From the angle that they were in, Marcus weas able to get a closer look at her face. He thought it was so cute how she stuck her tongue out slightly as she focused on her craft. He had to restrain himself as a part of him wanted to reach out and trace the freckles that were scattered across her cheeks and nose. She was absolutely perfect.

Abby didn’t fail to notice him staring at her either. It brought a small smile to her face. “What are you staring at huh? Do you I have something on my face?”

“No, not at all. It’s just...”

“Just what?”

“Your eyes, they are so beautiful,” he smiled. He didn’t notice before, but they were a deep hazel color. So full of life, happiness, and love.

“Thank you, Marcus. You sure do know what to say to make a girl blush,” Abby complimented. God this man was turning her into mush.

“It’s true though,” Marcus replied as he cupped her hand that was on his cheek, “Your gorgeous Abby. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.” He didn’t want to scare her away, but he just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“M-Marcus”

Neither of them noticed just how close they were to each other now. Abby had leaned so far in with Marcus’ hand on her that their noses were practically touching.

“Yes, my sweet Rose?”

“Marcus I...”

“BOOO!” came a loud voice from behind them, startling them both. They both looked over and saw Anna standing behind them. “Ooh were you two kissing?”

Both of their eyes grew big as Abby took a giant step away from Marcus as he got up from the bed. “Umm...no Anna we weren’t. We were just umm...I was umm...I was umm...”

“She was just helping me hide the bruise on my face that’s all. How are you pip squeak?” Marcus quickly changed the subject.

Anna, whose child mind was quick to forget what she almost saw, ran up to Marcus and gave him a big hug. She often sat and colored with Marcus after school while she hung out at the shop and Marcus had stopped by after work for his usual order.

“I’m not very happy Marcus. I want to go to the park and Louise won’t take me!” Anna crossed her arms and stomped her feet.

“That’s because I have a paper to write you brat!” Louise shouted through the hall as walked to Abby’s room. “I told you that I will take you when I’m done.”

“But I don’t want to wait! There is a big water balloon fight starting and I don’t want to miss it,” Anna cried out dramatically.

Abby groaned half expecting her parents to walk in now. “Girls please! Let’s come up with a compromise here. Anna let’s let Louise work on her paper for a little while longer and then she will take you to the part alright. Louise, you will probably need to take a break anyways and Anna, I’m sure that the water fight will still be going on for a while.” As much as she loved her sister’s, Abby missed the quietness of her apartment back in New York.

“But...but...” Anna pouted as her eyes began to fill with tears.

“Oh, c’mon Anna don’t start crying. I’ll take you in...”

“We can take her,” Marcus interjected causing all three sisters to turn and look at him.

Abby knew Marcus was only trying to be nice and didn’t want him to give into Anna’s temper tantrum. “Marcus, thanks for offering, but Anna should know by now that crying doesn’t mean that she will get her way.”

He, however, already made his mind up, “No really, I don’t mind. As long as it’s okay with you Abigail. I think a nice walk in the park sounds way better than being stuck in a cramped convention center anyways. That will also allow Louise to work on her paper without any interruptions, Anna can go to her water fight, and we can walk around the pond together. Maybe grab a hotdog or something. What do you say my sweet Rose?”

‘God this man is perfect. He can get away with murder with those puppy dog eyes of his,’ Abby thought to himself. No wonder he worked for the F.B.I. It also melted Abby’s heart with how Marcus not only cared for her, but for her sisters too. No other man would have probably done that and give up a date to help her out with her sisters.

“Fine, but you both owe Marcus a big hug and a thank you,” Abby pointed at them.

To which both girls immediately ran up to him and gave him a group hug. “Thank you, Marcus, I’m going to go get my stuff,” Anna happily squeezed him one more time before skipping out of the bedroom.

“Yeah, thank you Marcus.” Louise said gratefully as she also went to her room. If Abby and Marcus didn’t know any better, they could have sworn that they saw her blushing and sighing contently.

Once both girls went off, it was now Abby’s turn to give him a hug of her own. “Thank you for that Marcus. I am so sorry that our date’s been ruined. I promise that I will find a way to make it up to you.”

Marcus just smiled and wrapped his arms around her like he had been wanting to and squeezed her tight. “Don’t mention it Abigail and it’s not a big deal. Those girls have grown on me these past couple of months. Are you still okay with it though? I don’t want you to be mad at me. I just figured we can be comfortable and relax instead of having to push our way past people and have to shout at each other just to hear each other.”

“I could never be mad at you Marcus and now that I think about it, that makes a whole bunch of sense. It does probably beat a sweaty convention center,” she laughed. “Is that option for holding your hand still an option? I don’t think we are at risk for any werewolf attacks now.”

“Of course, that offer is still open. You never have to ask me that any more my sweet Rose,” he whispered into his ear before they pulled apart. He then took her hand into his as they walked out the room and back downstairs where Anna was already waiting for them.

“Man, you two take forever,” Anna mumbled. “Can we go now?”

Abigail just rolled her eyes as Marcus picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “Yes, we can go now,” Abigail laughed as she tickled Anna’s side.

The three then began their short walk out to the park with Anna over one shoulder of Marcus, while Abby held on to his free hand and rested her head on his free shoulder. They ended up making it to the park just in time as kids began choosing teams. So, Marcus put Anna down so she could run off and join them. The pair then began their walk around the park still hand in hand.

“You were right, this was a way better option,” Abby sighed contently leaning back into him taking in a breath of fresh air. Kids were now running around the park, bicyclists were cruising down the bike path, and barking dogs were rolling around in the dog park.

“Yeah, it’s very nice and relaxing. When I first moved here, I would walk around here to clear my head sometimes or lay in the grass and fall asleep,” he chuckled.

“I can see why, the grass looks so full and lush, so I’m sure it’s comfy. You want to know something though. I have been gone for so long, that I almost forgot the simplest things here. Everything from the traffic, the people, and even this park. I mean I grew up here and never thought that I would forget things like that,” Abby sighed.

They then stopped and sat on a park bench that overlooked the pond and where Anna was currently being hit by water balloons. “So why have you stayed away then? I’m sure you missed everyone,” Marcus chuckled a little as Anna got hit in the bed with a balloon.

“That’s probably the reason why I decided to stay away. I love my family so much and it broke my heart to leave them the first time. I had a feeling that if I came back and then left again, it would have been harder to say goodbye.”

“I totally understand. Your family is really amazing Abigail. They have been so kind to me, a complete stranger. You should be very proud of them.”

“Yes, I definitely am,” Abby smiled. “Listen though Marcus, there is something that I need to ask you. Louise kind of brought it up and it’s got me thinking a little bit, have you thought about the age difference between us. Does it bother you? Because I’m 23 and you are...”

“35 and even though it probably should, it doesn’t. We are both consenting adults. I know other people may not agree with it, but I don’t care what they think. I really, really like you, Abigail. You are a remarkable person that makes me smile every time we talk. These past few days just getting to know you have been incredible. I would really like for this to continue if you want to,” Marcus told her now taking both hands into his.

Abby with tears in her eyes nodded like a crazy woman, “Yes, yes, I would like to continue this too. You are an amazing man Marcus and you have shown so much of your kindness, personality, and care for other people. You make me feel special every time we have talked, because you have actually listened and remembered the things that I have said. I would really like to see where this goes. But what happens when I leave again? I still have a few more months of school left.”

“Then we will deal with it as it comes. We will make it work anyway that we can, I promise. Right now, there is something that I really want to do, and I can’t wait anymore,” Marcus said happily. He was so ecstatic that she agreed to continue this with him.

“What, what is it?”

“Can... can I kiss you?”

Abby moved closer to him and cupped his face with her soft hands, “Yes Marcus, yes you can. You can kiss your sweet Rose all you want.”

Marcus then let out one big smile before he gently leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss, nothing to crazy, just full of passion. It just sealed the feelings that they had and that they were both willing to make this work. This was going to be the start of something amazing.”

End of Flashback....

If only things had stayed that way. Marcus could recall how happy and in love they were at that moment. It felt like both their worlds had come together and they both fit that missing puzzle piece that they had in their hearts. Oh, how he wished desperately that they could go back to that moment in time. ‘God, I don’t know if you are real or not, but if your plan is for us to break up. Can you please make it not hurt as bad? Or if you could give us a second chance to prove that we can find that love again, that would be great.

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Hotchgan 9 please: …in public.

In public it is!

Here is a little 1.9k word trip through 8x23 - Brothers Hotchner/The Replicator ending in a public kiss. <3 Thank you for sending this in! (If anyone wants to send in a kiss prompt, they are here!)

Warnings: canon-typical/casefic stuff mentioned (strauss' death, bombing, drugs/alcohol, guns...if you've seen these episodes then you know.)

**** and your sparks ****

They’ve been back and forth on the logistics of it for months. The team knows, more or less. It isn’t a secret, they aren’t sneaking around anymore...but they’ve never seen it. The live show.

Them.

What they have seen is boring old business as usual. It’s hard for them, then, to know when it all started. If they find out something that shakes the very ground they all stand on and it doesn’t look any different than it did before they knew...how long have they been in the dark?

That thought was unsettling, probably, for most people but to a team of people whose only job was to study behavior it was downright insulting on top of it. Were any of them even any good at their jobs?

Once the initial shock wore off, once the “you’re pulling our legs” of it all ran its course, they realized that what they’d really witnessed was not the big bang but one long evolutionary crawl from a single celled organism in the sea to a walking, talking, sentient being.

They sort of stopped looking so closely after that.

From the moment they found out, they haven’t had any time to do anything but work. And at work, they were the same old them they always were. There were no stolen kisses, no secret hand on the thigh moments, no emotional outbursts or airing of dirty laundry. You’d never know they lived together, they didn’t even show up in the same car every day.

The first inkling of something that ran a little deeper than co-workers came in New York, during a case involving Aaron’s brother Sean. He’d been a wreck though you’d have to know him pretty well to see it. To a casual observer he looked cool as a cucumber, pensive but it seemed to come with the territory. The nature of this kind of case. The entire idea that his worlds were colliding again, that his family was involved in his work, had him rattled to the core though and he was doing everything in his power not to recuse himself from the case. It would be a first for anyone on their team. Maybe he was older, wiser...however, he didn’t bother to give in when those logical notions kicked in. His proximity to the case would help him solve it, not get in the way.

“Would you please sit in the van with me?” Aaron asked quietly, standing perhaps a little too close to Derek to just be colleagues. “I know I should probably ask someone else, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have watching my brother than you.”

“Of course, man,” Derek said with that solemn nod, that I was going to insist I do it anyway look already on his face.

Aaron could tell what he was thinking. “You don’t think I should be in there.”

“I don’t, not even a little, but I’m not gonna stop you. That’s your brother, I get it. I’d be right there if it was one of my sisters...’course, my sisters aren’t dumbasses like Sean…” That last bit was said with a smirk, a quiet little ribbing to try and lighten the dour mood some. It almost worked.

It wasn’t as if Aaron was behaving in a way he wouldn’t normally, he would always have asked Derek. When it came to field work, to the real dangerous stuff, to using the big weapons and serious tactical force it had always been the two of them. So even in that sense, this made sense, but Rossi and JJ shared a glance when Derek texted and said they’d be in the van so they were going dark for a bit. That shared glance was amusement with an air of superiority.

“Think they’re gonna make out?” JJ asked in a hushed whisper to try and lighten the mood. Rossi couldn’t help laughing.

Derek did give Aaron a kiss on the temple once they were on their own, before he said to let him make the call when things went sour. Not if, when. Aaron couldn’t argue. He knew Derek would make the call and he’d do it fast. Sean might be a dumbass, but he was also one of Derek’s favorite people. They both probably should have let someone else be in charge here.

The second time in as many days that offered the team a little glimpse into their secret lives came back at the BAU, when Rossi pulled his gun on Derek. Aaron had been on the phone with the Director, a very intense, very serious phone call that Aaron briefly thought would end with him being canned. He’d already started thinking about how many boxes it would take to clear out his office. He’d let his Section Chief die on his watch, on his case, what could be worse? He could still smell her on his skin, her shampoo or perfume lightly floral and musky at the same time. And through the phone call, putting up his shields to block out the carefully venomous words of his superior, he heard a sound that froze the blood in his veins.

Derek, just a few steps away in Rossi’s office, sounded scared. His voice had ticked up an octave, his words had quickened, he was genuinely afraid and that struck fear like a dagger in Aaron’s chest. “Excuse me, sir,” he said and without actually saying goodbye, he hung up his phone and shoved it into his pocket. Possibly career suicide but it didn’t make any difference.

If Dave hadn’t been drugged he would have seen it, seen the way Aaron put his body in front of Derek, ready to take the bullet if it came down to it. He would have known it when Aaron reached out and disarmed him, still standing there in a way that shielded Derek from harm.

No one else was in the room, but the team afterward could feel the tension. Could tell how shaken they both were. The furtive glances.

And then Aaron’s helicopter crash landed and Derek thought he might actually lose his entire fucking mind at their string of shitty luck. He had to admit, Aaron did look a little adorable with his hair all mussed up, the dazed look in his eye that said he was okay and didn’t entirely remember what had happened. It didn’t take him long to figure it out, to charge ahead again like it never happened. The rest of the week was filled with aching joints and headaches, sleepless nights as he began pulling double duty (triple, perhaps) at work.

Derek didn’t see him much after the explosion. He and Jessica were juggling Jack’s school pick-ups and obligations, his sports, his homework. Aaron was...working himself to death. He didn’t leave his desk for seven hours straight one day, he’d begun timing it just to see. Tying up Strauss’ loose ends, picking up the projects she’d been in the middle of, introducing himself to her other teams, making his presence known. It was a temporary assignment...probably. They hadn’t offered him anything yet but the expectations were piled on him anyway.

So it really wasn’t any surprise that they ended up where they did at Rossi’s party after Strauss’ funeral. Showing up separately, Aaron coming directly from work while Derek had come from home. Promising Jessica that he was going to make Aaron leave his car at Rossi’s and bring him home for the first night that week to sleep in his own bed. To take a shower in his home and not in the gym at work. To eat real food. To relax, even for just a few hours.

They seated themselves on opposite sides of the table, as if that could somehow erase the electricity crackling like a storm between them. They had tried to play it cool, knowing for sure in the days that followed that stretch of bad luck (which neither of them believed in) had helped cool their jets a little. But not enough.

Maybe it was talking about Strauss, maybe not. Maybe it was apropos of nothing. It kind of always had been. They didn’t need a situation to charge them up, they lived that way, right on the brink.

“Who wants more wine?” Derek asked, raising his empty glass abruptly, waiting for the briefest lull in conversation. He was met with a sea of empty glasses raised into the air, the one exception being Aaron’s which was still more than half full. He was thinking about his brother, about the ecstasy tainted wine, about the glass of scotch that broke on the floor when Foyet drove him to the ground. He didn’t drink much anymore, and when he did it was rarely a comfortable experience. The astringent smell of alcohol set him on edge unless the circumstances were exactly right.

“I’ll help you,” Aaron offered quietly, standing to follow Derek back into the house. “You’ll need more hands.”

JJ winked at Rossi, another silent moment of inappropriate humor batted between them. More hands...where? She mouthed and Rossi chuckled and shrugged.

Halfway across the dark yard, just as they skirted the edge of the pool, Aaron reached out and hooked Derek’s hand. The sudden shock of cold fingers in his stopped Derek in his tracks and he whirled around, almost like he was shocked to find Aaron so close.

“Slow down,” Aaron said, tugging him. Closing the gap. He hadn’t been this close to Derek in almost a week and the smell of him was intoxicating. He craved more. His body responded instantly to the proximity, the scent, the hungry look in Derek’s eye. If Derek asked him to leave right now he would without a backward glance. He held a woman in his arms as she died, he stood in front of a loaded gun, he was knocked out in a helicopter crash. He sent his brother to jail. It was all weighing on him and he found he had little control of his body. Exhausted and turned on, he just stared across at the other man waiting for the words to make themselves known. He hadn’t planned this far ahead.

“What’s up?” Derek asked, a trickle of dread in his low voice. Aaron smiled and shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said quietly, leaning forward, deciding words weren’t what he was looking for. He wanted something physical. Kissing Derek was where it started, all he wanted. He draped his arms over Derek’s shoulders, hugging around his neck, shielding their faces from the team of onlookers. He had almost an inch on Derek and it came in handy in situations like this.

JJ noticed it first and cleared her throat, getting Penelope’s attention. She elbowed Reid who nudged Blake who nodded her head at Rossi. A silent game of telephone, but they all arrived at their destination in tact. Derek and Aaron were kissing right there, like they had the place to themselves.

And they all found that it didn’t seem nearly as shocking as any of them had imagined. They could see it now and it seemed suddenly to make perfect sense.

“Hey! There’s a guest room upstairs for that kind of tomfoolery!”

“We were promised more wine!”

“Yeah! WHERE’S THE WINE!”

Derek lifted one hand from where they’d been curved around Aaron’s hips and flipped off the table as a whole. Aaron smiled into the kiss and tried to hide the burn of the flush rising in his neck by shifting his arms, raising his shoulder a little. Derek thought for sure that Aaron would break away, would move a little too fast toward the kitchen to get another bottle or two of wine, but he didn’t. He just stayed planted where he was, and eventually the team lost interest and went back to their conversations.

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #bau team as family #hotchgan #criminal minds #fanfiction

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The Handmaid’s Tale

The deal

Episode 306 Household

Gilead has been a black box for years. We don't know how decisions are made, where the power lies. The more we know, the more we can do.

What if I brought you someone who would talk? A Commander. An Eye.

It seems unlikely that kind of person would... be cooperative.

I'll persuade him.

We won't be able to do business with Mr. Blaine.

You made a deal!

I don't think you know who Mr. Blaine is. Or who he was. Our research indicates he is not to be trusted.

No, there's been... There's some kind of mistake. I will talk to him.

He's left for Chicago. Some people are not to be dealt with.

What did Nick do? Before he was a driver?

He served Gilead.

How did he serve Gilead? Tell me.

He was a soldier in the crusade. We wouldn't be here without him. All this time you spent together and he never mentioned anything.

Episode 310 Bear Witness

Have you ever thought about leaving Gilead?

You mean go somewhere where I could get mood stabilizers instead of herbal tea?

Joseph would help you. You could leave together. He wants you to be... safe. He loves you so much.

Joseph is a war criminal. He can't cross the border. He would be... jailed for the rest of his life. Or... killed.

Episode 502 Ballet

You've risen fast, while somehow managing to help June. That takes talent. To fly under the radar like that.

Just trying to stay out of trouble.

Wouldn't you like to see your daughter in person rather than asking about her?

That's a pipe dream.

I know you got a complicated past. But America can be a very forgiving place. If you make amends, gain us some visibility, play your part for a while. I'd like to help you and your daughter. If you'll let me. We could help each other.

I'll remember that.

Episode 509 Allegiance

What about Nick Blaine?

What about him?

I offered to help him when I was in Gilead, if he'd help us, but he turned me down.

What, to be your inside man in Gilead or something?

At first, but then, eventually, to be our man here. With immunity.

He said no?

Yes, but he can still have that. Maybe you could persuade him. Nick was an Eye. He's a Commander now. Someone like that defecting from Gilead... Big impact.

Episode 510 Safe

Now that we've fulfilled our end of the bargain, I have some papers for you to sign. They outline our agreement.

Contract?

If it was up to me, I'd take you at your word.

Not sure how much my word is worth right now.

I'd call you an honorable man. I look forward to working together. You have the gratitude of the United States government.

I'll keep my end of the deal. You just keep her safe.

I will do everything I can.

That's not good enough.

I believe the idea of Nick leaving Gilead never occurred to June or to Nick until season 5 with Tuello’s offer. After the Waterford house burned down and especially after June gets to Canada, they both live in whatever stolen moments they get, and after that there’s just the continuation of their separate lives. Nick believed June would go back to her life and that his daughter would grow up safe away from Gilead (and him), that he has no choice but to stay in Gilead and that he has nothing to offer June. He probably knows that because his involvement with the SOJ if he were to leave Gilead he would be tried as a war criminal. When he talks to the Swiss they aren’t willing to deal with him, but Tuello is and offers him a deal despite his complicated past. I’ve always wondered why were the Swiss unwilling to deal with him then but now it’s seems it’s fine. Could it be that then he was just promoted to commander and his information wasn’t important? He still would’ve had access to military actions and that info could’ve helped the resistance in Chicago. Tuello does mention that Nick has risen through the ranks so maybe that is why they’re willing to work with him now or maybe they just don’t have access to anyone that high up. Interesting though that since the conversation with the Swiss and where we are now, I think maybe a year has gone by. June also didn’t think Nick being out was a possibility and we see that in her reaction when Tuello tells her about Nick not taking the deal. It would be in her best interest if Nick stayed in Gilead (Hannah) yet we see that what mattered to her was that he had said no. She wants him out and close to her. She even tells him to bring Rose because she doesn’t care how it happens, she just wants it to happen. I think this is important to know exactly how June feels about Nick. It’s subtle but it’s there.

Every time I think about the scenes in episode 306 I try to make sense of what is being said and what we have been given. We know Nick joined the SOJ so therefor he had to have been in some way involved with the take over - we just don’t know to what extent. I keep thinking that if he was so instrumental he wouldn’t have been a driver for years. Bruce recently said in an interview Nick chose to be a driver. I don’t think he had many choices. I assumed it was be a driver or a patrolling guardian/military police. After all Nick wasn’t a founding father and he was working class when he joined the SOJ, it made sense for him to be kept as working class once Gilead settled. If he would’ve excelled in the military Gilead would’ve left him in the military, he wouldn’t have had a choice. What Serena says to June makes sense but not how she’s framing it. Without soldiers Gilead would’ve not become, just like it wouldn’t have become without her ideas and without men like Fred and Lawrence. Gilead would’ve become if Nick joined or didn’t join. Whether he called the FBI (if he knew about the take over) or not (the FBI was already keeping tabs on the group). He could’ve made it out or he would’ve gotten caught and forced to comply. In episode 310 we find out Lawrence and pretty much the Commanders couldn’t really leave Gilead and that would’ve included Nick, especially since June had already found out about Nick in episode 306. I know the episode doesn’t really give us a hint as if June related that info with Nick but I can assume at some point she must’ve thought about that. After this she doesn’t see Nick again until season 4, her only chance to ask him to leave would’ve been in 409. We don’t see them talk about it (I keep believing they live in the moment and they both think they have no possibility of a life together). She didn’t know Fred had made a deal, until after she gets back from seeing Nick and what happened with Tuello for me was a clear call back to what Nick tells her in episode 303 they’re politicians they have their own agenda, they don’t care about us. After that there’s the phone call jn 503 and their meeting in 509, where the possibility of him leaving was now a reality, but his obligations had changed making that possibility once again complicated/impossible.

In 502 when Tuello offers Nick the deal he doesn’t even think that would’ve ever been a possibility and while some people think he said no, he clearly says I’ll remember that. It’s definitely not a no. Nick doesn’t trust politicians, he has new obligations, knows how dangerous it is, probably think Lawrence’s plan to fix Gilead will work and like he tells Tuello in 510 June doesn’t need him, she has people to care for her. Aside from that in 503 all possibility of helping June with Hannah (also not explored in the season but I find it extremely odd they would add a Rose/MacKenzie connection and not use it) became an impossibility and probably taking the deal vanished when MacKenzie sees him talking to Tuello. That’s also why he can’t really move when June asks him to in the phone call and why she begins to understand that Nick made a life in Gilead (just like she’s trying in Canada) even though neither of them are happy. I see this as a breaking him away from his line in 409 and I’m here to do what I can.

As calculating and strategic as we have seen Nick throughout all seasons, knowing he could’ve lost June and that he couldn’t protect her was what it took for him to take the deal we all wanted him to finally take. He didn’t take it because he wanted to end Gilead - even though we know he wants to better it because he doesn’t agree with the atrocities it commits. It was all about her safety. He pretty much sacrificed his own safety (nothing he hasn’t done before) for hers. I wonder how they will push him in season 6. Was this enough for him to understand that Gilead can’t get better and it has to end? Because it’s something that in a way June also has to understand. She can’t get to Hannah unless Gilead falls. She has to let Hannah go in order to fight for her and this kind of aligns them in a similar path like we saw them in season 5.

#the handmaid's tale #june osborne #gilead #nick blaine #osblaine #the handmaids tale season 5 #commander lawrence #commander blaine

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