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loveundrwrld · 2 months

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omg hiiiii i love ur writing smm <33 could i ask for a scenario of tanner x male reader where reader was super shy when he was bullied but years later tanner finds out he's somehow become a badass gang leader who wouldn't hesitate to beat his ex-bully up... i wonder what tanner's reaction would be to that hehe

also can i be 💖 anon? once again thank u <33

how sweet of you to say, thank you!! and to both your questions- yes, you may :) 💖 anon you shall be!

i will say, in his intro, seeing his darling act so reclusive and anxious after high school was what triggered him to rethink his actions- he wouldn't be quite as submissive towards him at first with his darling if he didn't go through that revelation. so tanner is a bit bitchy here since the "why is y/n acting like that"-> "oh no i've hurt him bad haven't i"-> "i'm in LOVE with him" process hasn't happened here.

thus, tanner is still in denial here :p and not as patient with his darling as he typically is

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yandere ex-bully x gang leader male reader

(cws: violence (not against reader), organized crime, bullying, yandere is victim blaming, stalking)

tanner thought about you more often than he would ever care to admit. the shy, nervous boy he met in school who would cower from him like a scared puppy. something about you just made his hackles rise- he felt strange every time he'd seen you mumble and blush around him.

the strange feeling was annoyance, surely. you had been asking for attention, looking and acting the way that you did. you were always so shy and deferential around other people, always going along with being the butt of the joke. it was only natural that you were picked on a little.

but he'd matured since high school. he knew that bothering people and playing pranks on them was immature, no matter if you were basically asking for it. and if he'd seen you now he's sure you two would be polite and civil. you'd simply laugh and agree with him that he was a dick, and then you two could be best friends.

... or something. it wasn't like he thought about what meeting you again would be like.

and it was normal for people that went to the same high school to want to be curious about what their fellow past classmates had been up to, so he'd done some simple digging on you out of curiousity. nothing out of the ordinary. but you'd seem to have gone completely off the map, he'd not been able to find anything about you.

he was agitated that he couldn't learn more. he was worried for your safety, was all. i mean, you never posted anything online. for all he knew you could be dying or something. it was natural that he'd feel anxious right now.

but, he simply had to give up. he'd been trying to approach it from different angles, but he'd accepted that he'd reached a dead end.

except... until now. he was idly slouched over on the couch in front of his television, the news on as background noise. then, he perked up when he saw a familiar face come up on the screen.

it was your face that was glaring into the camera with a look of pure hatred, one that you certainly didn't have when he knew you.

good lord, what the hell happened to you?

"suspected gang activity in eastcliff- residents beware," the graphic read at the bottom of the screen.

he rushed to his laptop, wanting to check the arrest records for your shared state. he hadn't even considered this when he was looking up where you had been, it would have never have occurred to him that you would have gotten yourself in that much trouble.

and once the full report had loaded up? yes, it seemed that you actually were a criminal. you were arrested on a few charges but they got mysteriously dropped due to "unforeseen circumstances."

you hadn't been convicted of any felony charges yet, but he could tell that you were indeed involved in organized crime... somehow. and quite awfully high up in it, if you had corrupt police officers helping you escape any justice at all. it would have seemed like a laughable idea to him before, but he couldn't argue with what was right in front of him.

tanner scrunched his face up, his mind feeling blank from shock. how could this have happened? how could someone like you end up with such an... exciting life? how could you have turned out even more dangerous than him? his mouth felt dry, as a sense of bitterness seeped into him.

he didn't even know how to see what you were up to, to see why you turned out the way you did. surely you must have been forced into it. you couldn't have changed so much so fast otherwise. you were just a puppet with a nice face for the real people on top, obviously.

he felt a bit of bitter agitation, and tapped his leg as he thought. he couldn't live his whole life in mystery. he needed to know more about you.

there was one thing he could try...

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it seems that his gambit to getting information about you had got your attention.

though, nothing could have prepared him from seeing you in front of him. you glared at him fiercely, your face so close to his that he felt your hot breath on his skin.

the eyes that used to be wide and quivering when you were younger were now narrowed and sharp. all he could see was the ice cold rage on your face. it was disorienting, to you someone shift into such a completely different person that you were nearly unrecognizable.

from a little puppy of a boy... to a fearsome wolf.

"of all the things you could do, tanner, you called my mother? don't you dare fuck with her," you growled at him, tugging hard at his shirt.

since when did you get balls? he felt that bubbling uneasy feeling he used to get whenever you were around him... only this time, it was stronger. he didn't like how this new you was effecting him.

you seemed much more dangerous than he was... and he didn't like it. wasn't it him who used to intimidate you? whatever happened to that?

he tried to laugh back at you, trying to stuff away any strange urges his brain was throwing at him.

"oh, come on- y/n, fuck with her? you're acting like i was trying to hurt her or something. i just called her. listen i know i was kind of a dick but really, you're making me out as the bad guy here and-"

you clocked him, hard on his temple. tanner stopped rambling and let out a small groan, the sharp throbbing pain causing him to fall down to one knee.

he opened his mouth to talk, but before he could say anything, you were already leaning down in his face.

"i don't want to hear from you ever again, you piece of shit. don't call or talk to me or my mother if you want all of your limbs intact. you may not know this, but i'm a big deal around here now. do not fuck with me," you say, your voice thick with anger.

for some reason... it felt like sparks and butterflies were running through him. something snapped inside his brain, connecting things. it occurred to him sudden why he had always felt so strange about you, why he was so obsessed with you.

you were hot. and this new you? strangely, he didn't dislike it at all.

"... got it," he said, breathily.

though, he didn't intend on keeping his promise.

#yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #tanner whitlock #male reader #i think tbh that this dynamic could be very interesting since tanner would have to rethink his strategy towards courting his darling #his instinct would usually have him want to act as a protector figure since he thinks strength is what he can bring to a relationship #but if his darling clearly is stronger/more dangerous he'll probably feel the need to switch things up quite a bit #though he’s still going to be whiny and desperate ala this scenario lol

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yanxidarlings · 9 months

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YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA: SLYTHERIN BOYS X DORMMATE READER PT2

so more of the slytherin boys was in the lead last night and inspiration struck, but i still will be doing whichever option has the most votes by the end of the week, and eventually i'll probably have all of the concepts up, if you haven't already you can vote here.

so i did more reading up on mattheo and lorenzo, and i honestly don't know where to pick up from, i'm thinking of making this my main concept for yandere hp and building on it.

the last post specified the darling as the dormmate of our dear slytherin boys here, but many of the headcanons can be applied to a fem darling, or darling from another house. it's quite intriguing to imagine someone who had grown up close to draco, theo, ect. getting sorted into a different house; i can honestly see this being a trigger for the boys' yandere tendencies to develop.

sure theo was attached before, but he had never even entertained the possibility of not getting sorted into slytherin together. and what do you mean the darling won't be there to knock draco down a peg when he won't stop talking down to goyle?. how is blaise supposed to get through seven years of not watching his darling everynight whilst they sleep?

i might expand on this in my future ravenclaw (possibly hufflepuff) posts. for now i want to delve into the individual yandere characteristics of each slytherin (i'm considering adding pansy, adrian, other slytherins) to the concept if anyone else is interested.

DRACO MALFOY (cast tom felton):

i think i've made it painfully obvious draco is alot to deal with as a yandere. he's got a bit of everything and even more; but overall, he is overwhelmingly obsessive. his obsession is driven by irrepressible thoughts of his darling. ever since he was a child, separating from them has simply felt wrong, i think he's likely to have known the darling the longest, perhaps having grown up close to them.

maybe his darling is a member of the black family, or a lestrange, or hails from another prominent family, thus he has been brought up closely next to them.

there's no one he feels more comfortable around, his darling is his home, which would be sweet if he weren't willing to kill and maim others to keep his darling with him.

his darling was probably hoping, praying to get sorted into any house but slytherin, it didn't take a ravenclaw to know draco would only get worse if they shared a dorm/common room. immediately, he claims the bed next to his darling, and already has pestered his father into arranging them a private dorm together, but that old oaf dumbledore refused because "all students must be treated equally." what bullshit. if you ask draco.

he won't let his darling interact with anyone "don't lower yourself and associate with the likes of them" and socially isolates them. don't you dare wander off, it'll end in the biggest tantrum, and don't even think about dating, the entire slytherin dorm will implode on itself.

draco needs constant attention, his darling is all he thinks about so he expects them to only think about him as well. you'll quickly learn that it's best to give draco the attention he wants. it's not that he plans to give his darling a hard time, but he becomes moody, both mean and clingy at the same time. he'll have his arm around his darlings waist whilst accusing them of being a blood traitor, and attacking their insecurities, then a few hours later he crawls into bed whispering sweet nothings.

it leaves his darling on the edge, because sometimes these mood swings happen even when paying him the attention he so desperately craves.

this could lead to his darling keeping a facade up in front of him, so he has less ammunition during his mood swings, but if he suspects his darling of not being as open and comfortable around him as he is them, all hell breaks loose.

THEODORE NOTT (fancast lorenzo zurzolo):

but he's not as sensitive about his darlings perception of him as theo is. perhaps sensitive isn't the correct word as much as demanding. theodore demands his darling be open and honest with him, he wants to know about every ache and thought they have. however he is best characterised as a possessive yandere. above all he cannot live with the thought of sharing his darling with anyone.

sharing, in theo's mind, is anyone even casting a glance upon his darling. why isn't his company enough? why does his darling have to interact with undeserving rodents like malfoy, potter and the weasleys? he would completely abandon his life outside of his darling if they just asked would anyone else do that for them? no!.

they're the person that matters most to him, and he wants to be the only person his darling cares about as well.

theodore has likely known his darling since childhood, perhaps they shared similarly harsh parents/guardians, and bonded over that. it would make it all the more easier to theo to manipulate them into staying close to him.

his company is not as dreadful as draco's, and he doesn't demand physical affection and praise as much as the latter does, not if his darling is not willing. but there is still a part of him that yearns to press up against them and never let go.

he simply cannot handle his darling distancing themselves from him, and is quick to resort to threats, blackmail, emotional manipulation, anything that he thinks will keep him and his darling close.

he is another one who will shamelessly confess his love and attraction to his darling, and has already 'claimed' them in a strange way; everyone at hogwarts seems to identify theo out of the slytherin boys as the one the reader is 'dating', to theo's delight. his darling doesn't have to agree with the rumours or even think of them as a couple, as far as he's concerned, they've been together since they met.

MATTHEO RIDDLE (fancast benjamin wadsworth):

the only one who i imagine the darling meets when they start at hogwarts is mattheo. whichever year he starts at hogwarts, he's immediately intrigued by them (for whatever reason). maybe the rest of his dormmates take poorly to his blood status, and the darling is the first to welcome him, or maybe ol' moldy voldy has tasked him with extracting something from the reader.

no matter what jumpstarts his obsession, it develops at an alarmingly fast rate, one week he's glancing over at them in class, the next he's invading their thoughts whilst they sleep and following them in the halls.

his darling likely won't take too easily to his sudden interest in them, they've already been dealing with several unsettling slytherins for years, and are probably always on guard.

not like mattheo cares. if he wants to be close to them, he will. he knows draco and his gang have to treat him with courtsey if they want their families to stay in the dark lords good graces, as does his darling. so he inserts himself (quite violently) into his darlings life.

it should be harder than it is considering his short temperament and his darlings cautious nature, but he's able to understand his darling on an intense level due to his inherited legilimency.

no matter how uncomfortable his darling is around him, he can just invade their mind and lock them in a room with him if he wants to spend time with them. and he always gets what he wants.

he seldom reveals that he is reading their mind, lest they feel the need to develop occlumency. it also gives him a kick knowing their raw thoughts, he could never even say a word to his darling and still know them better than anyone else does. including the other slytherins.

deep down mattheo's incredibly insecure about his connection with his darling; out of theo, blaise, goyle, enzo, draco, he's known them for the least amount of time. he's the only half-blood. he's evil incarnate son of the dark lord himself. he'd only bring them pain and suffering but he can't bring himself to let go of them either.

whilst theo, draco, enzo and even goyle will confess their affection for their darling, and perhaps admit to what they've done, mattheo will only do the latter, and does not provide any context as to why he hexed weaslette after the darling complimented her quidditch skills, nor will he elaborate on why he must take showers at the exact same time as his darling everyday.

BLAISE ZABINI (cast louis cordice):

blaise shares his concealed affection for the darling. you could be none the wiser to his deep seeded affetion for you for years only to suddenly be told that he's your betrothed and now he refers to himself as your fiance and invites you to sleep in his bed as if it's the most normal thing ever.

among them all, blaise is the most calm and calculated. he knows that following his darling around and monopolising their interactions makes him look bad but sometimes he just can't help it. he has to sneer at granger who the darling got paired with in potions, and make remarks about how disgusting muggle and mudbloods are.

but he doesn't think he's better than muggleborns; he thinks he's better than everyone. i think blaise is the most likely to develop an obsession for a shallow reason, maybe the readers is aphrodite personified, hails from a prominent pureblood family that his mother is encouraging him to marry into or is incredibly intelligent, their actual character couldn't matter less to him. from the moment he decides they're his, they're his.

blaise is uniquely one of the only ones who actually wants his darling to love and show him affection of their own accord (meaning he would be nice enough to give them amortentia).

he wants them to be happy, but he also wants them to be entirely dependent on him. he takes on a sort of big brotherly role, he encourages them to eat and sleep well. he wants to be the one they ask opinions on outfits, schoolwork, ect. he thinks if they rely on him for everything, it'll be impossible for them to leave.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE (fancast louis patridge):

out of all of them, enzo is by far the 'softest', as mentioned in the previous post, he's the 'sane, normal' one out of all of them. he doesn't act strangely creepy (sorry blaise it's true), disturbingly controlling (don't deny it mattheo), possessive, obsessive or devoted to them. he comes across as the 'best friend', the sidekick in every romance novel that offers advice and stays out of the drama.

this is because he initially see's his fixation on his darling as nothing but a desire to protect them from those lunatics he and his darling call 'friends'. but why does his heart drop when he see's them getting pulled into a room by mattheo, or when blaise stares at them as if they are a veela. it's not jealousy it's concern for his poor mate. yeah, that's it.

and why can't he stand to be left out of their attempts to evade the others, or when they don't confide in him, whether their troubles are slytherin related or not.

he's probably the only one who realises how messed up what they all do is, the rest justify it, but when enzo eventually gives in to his obsession he doesn't pretend to be in the right. he's apologetic but he just can't let them go.

the only thing that would set him off would be them distancing themselves from him. he can handle sharing, but the idea of his darling avoiding him, not viewing him as the safe haven from the rest really drives him to insanity.

i also think lorenzo would be the one who convinces everyone to share their darling once shit hits the fan and everyone wants to take the reader for themself.

GREGORY GOYLE (cast josh herdman):

goyle is honestly just happy he gets to be around his darling. yeah, it would be nice if he could have them to himselves, and not just be a lackey for draco to sabotage the others. maybe his darling treats him with a bit more benevolence and he's grown attached to them over the years.

always willing to lend a helping hand, i think he's the least possessive out of all of them, and is best characterised as a devoted yandere. whilst the rest of them want to maintain some level of control over the reader, he's content just being near them. he doesn't even have to talk to them but it's a plus.

i wonder if he's actually as bad at school as he acts or if he just doesn't bother listening so that the darling has to dedicate time to tutoring him. no one knows.

goyle will really have to fight tooth and nail to be apart of the sharing arrangement enzo, draco, theo, mattheo and blaise somehow eventually come to. (that i will expand upon in a future post because this is getting long).

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muddyorbsblr · 6 months

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reckless girl pt2

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @holdmytesseract

Summary: Magnus, along with the rest of the station, launches into an all-hands investigation to find you, desperately hoping that he's not too late

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of blood; sad bb Magnus hours; kidnapping; restrains (not the fun kind); non-consensual touching (not our bb Magnus he would never); more physical injuries; gun mentions and use; mention of painkillers (morphine) [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship

There were only ever a handful of times in Magnus' career so far where he felt he couldn't stomach a crime scene. Those few occasions involving the most gruesome of acts that a human being could have ever been subjected to.

However, despite how comparatively routine the scene looked when he arrived at your apartment, he found himself clutching his stomach, feet unable to move, upon laying eyes at the blood on the floor. Your furniture was all askew, signs of a struggle littered all over the now crime scene.

It was all he could do not to burst into tears when officers were placing crime scene tape over your front door.

Kurt clapped a hand down on his shoulder, trying to steady him. "Magnus, you sure you don't want to sit this one out? You're in no shape to work this case, this is your--"

"I have to find her, Kurt," he cut the senior detective off, doing his best to steel himself. "I have to know she's alright. Make sure she's safe again. She--" He choked on his own words, the lump in his throat making it near impossible to speak. "She's my whole world, I need her back."

Wallander sighed, knowing too well the feeling of helplessness that your boyfriend felt in every bone in his body at the moment. That he couldn't just do nothing and wait on a bunch of people that didn't care for you the way that he did to find you. "Very well, then. But you're not stepping foot in that scene. For your own sanity."

"Understood." He didn't want to be inside your apartment in the state it was in, either. That place was more a home to him than his own place; it felt so wrong having to process it like it was just another day at work. "I'll question her sister, see what she knows."

"The man that Y/N put in the hospital. The pick-up artist. Start there. If we know more about the people in the group he's in, it might give us a lead to where she coulda been taken."

Magnus blinked back his tears and made his way to your sister Stella, her eyes wide as saucers with worry and shock as she saw the detective. "I was really hoping we'd be meeting under happier circumstances. My sister speaks quite highly of you, I've never seen her so in love."

"We're going to find her," he said, trying to reassure himself as much as her. "What can you tell me about the man she fought two nights ago?"

She scrunched her face in an eerily similar way that you did whenever you were confused or trying to recall something. "Really not much to say about him, just a regular looking fella, but one of the guys he was with…he kept on talking about his father having connections and how he's gonna 'avenge his mate for what Y/N did to him'."

"Can you describe this friend of his?"

"I'll do you one better." She tapped away at her phone before handing it over to him, showing him a photo. "This is him. Marcus Ferguson. Menace to society touting around Daddy's money and power."

Magnus' blood ran cold. They'd been after Ferguson for the better part of a year, a prime suspect in the kidnapping and trafficking of women and girls from as young as 13. The heart-wrenching part was that they could never get their hands on the smoking gun that would put him away for good, and the victims that they'd managed to rescue were too afraid of retaliation from him and his family that they'd never bring themselves to testify.

And now he had you.

The details that Stella gave him led him to the restaurant you two were at the evening before last, and the owner more than happily volunteered the security footage from the time you two were in there and Ferguson's friend got into the altercation with you. He watched with a mix of fury and pride seeing how you held your own and ultimately brought the sleazy excuse for a human being down on the ground coughing and bleeding, curled into a ball.

Then Ferguson hung around close enough to the patrol car as you were getting arrested that he got your full name, and then he made a call, saying something to his friend before he was brought to the hospital to be treated. The words he mouthed on screen had the detective's pulse thundering in his ears, panic flooding his system.

"I'll have her by tomorrow night. She'll pay for what she did to you."

He was restless as he showed the station the footage from the restaurant, Kurt giving him the floor to address his fellow detectives and officers. "This is enough cause to believe that Y/N Y/L/N is in grave danger. We know what Ferguson is capable of. We know the damage he deals to his victims, and that's only the ones that we've found. It is imperative that we find her as soon as possible. Alive." His voice broke at the last word, the possibility of finding you anything other than that crushing him into pieces.

"Alright everyone, put all your cases on hold, this takes top priority," Wallander addressed the station. "I want eyes on Marcus Ferguson, someone find him and bring him in for questioning. We also know that his father Jeffrey owns over a dozen warehouses all throughout Ystad, more than enough for his so-called philanthropic efforts. Someone look into them, starting with the ones near the coast. Call them up, and tell me which ones don't answer the call. Get an officer to pay those warehouses a visit. Find Miss Y/L/N. Bring her back here alive. You have your orders."

It didn't take long before a more junior detective spoke up. "I have something. One of the warehouses didn't pick up the phone, and their registration documents show that they should be active and have a receptionist during office hours. And it's a five minute drive from there to Sandskog."

That was enough to get Magnus out of his seat and gearing up. He double checked to see that the magazine of his pistol was fully loaded.

"I'm coming to get you, sweetheart. Hold on for me," he whispered, hoping more than anything that when he wouldn't be bringing you out of the warehouse in a gurney and not a body bag.

The last thing you remembered was reaching to pick up a knife from your kitchen counter, hearing the distinct sound of another person breathing, along with another heartbeat, from within your apartment. You lived alone, and Stella was still at her hotel when you got off the phone with her just a few minutes ago. Right as you stepped into your apartment.

Then a rag went over your mouth, and a smell akin to ultra-concentrated alcohol flooded your nose. And everything went black.

When you opened your eyes again, the first thing you noticed was that you couldn't move. Your hands were bound behind your back with something twining and abrasive. Rope. You weren't gagged or blindfolded. Your legs were immobile as well, each ankle roped to a chair leg. "What the--"

"Oh goody you're awake," a male voice filled the vast space you were held in. It looked like a warehouse, fairly maintained but empty. The faint sound of waves outside told you that wherever you were, there was a beach nearby. "You're a strong one, aren't ya, little bitch? First you put one of my best mates out of commission for who the fuck knows how long, and then you put one helluva shiner on me."

Your kidnapper approached you and grabbed the bottom of your face, nails digging into your cheeks deep enough you could feel the skin breaking. It also gave you a good enough view of who had taken you hostage.

"You're Ferguson's boy, the brat," you spat at him. "Never had to work a day in his life. Spends his time being a nuisance to womankind."

"I prefer the term gift, poppet." Your stomach lurched at the name. "You're lucky that pretty lil face o' yers is enough to make me consider delaying killing you. Craig went for the wrong 'un--"

"Craig, huh?" you cut him off. "So that's the name of the wanker with the weak ass swing. Tell me, Little Ferguson, do you surround yourself with weak little boys to make yourself seem stronger? Make you seem more like a man?"

That seemed to have struck a nerve. Typical. "I'll show you a man, you little cocktease," he snarled at you, panic flooding your system when you felt his hand on your inner thigh, thick and inelegant fingers creeping higher. "Maybe I'll ruin you before killin' you…"

You squirmed in your seat, trying to throw him off as best you could, your efforts falling short from the rope binding you to the chair. He only snickered in response, his hand traveling up higher which made you throw your head back and butt him on the face as hard as you could.

He stumbled back and landed on his bum with a faint smack, groaning as he held his nose. A fleeting relief washed over you knowing at least you got him to stop from touching you.

That relief, however, was short lived, the entitled bratty excuse for a man stomping over to a golf bag by the exit and picking up a golf club, a heavy one from how he groaned and whined as he tried to lift it above his head, like he was practicing. "You fucking bitch, I just had that fixed!" he bawled, now stomping over to you.

"Please, from where I'm sitting it's an improvement," you sneered. "Gives you some much needed character."

He pointed his club at you. "You're on borrowed time."

"Well hey, do me a favor and run the timer down already because if I have to spend one more agonizing second lookin' at your ugly mug--Agh!"

Your words finally sent his fragile ego off the edge, swinging the golf club back to strike you across your forehead and making everything go black.

The last thing you remembered was the sound of the heavy door to the warehouse being slid open. A commotion.

Gunshots.

And then a voice. Probably the most angelic voice you'd ever hear in your life.

Magnus.

When Magnus and the rest of his team arrived outside the warehouse, Kurt had to physically hold the younger detective back from storming into the place without cause.

"She's in there, Kurt!" he shouted, his desperation ramping up with each passing second.

"And if you barge in there with your badge and your gun without any probable cause the next time she'll see you will be on the other side of a glass divider during visiting hours," Wallander tried to reason with him. "We don't have Jeffrey Ferguson's permission to search the area, we need a reason before we can--"

The loud smack of metal against something followed by a woman's howl of pain sounded out from the warehouse, launching Magnus into action once more. "There's my reason."

When they threw the door open he could feel his heart drop to the ground at sight before him. You on the ground, a new massive gash on your forehead with a bump the size of a golf ball on the same spot. Marcus Ferguson with golf club in his hand, raised above his head ready to strike again. Before he could lay another hand on you, Magnus raised his weapon and shot three times, the booming sound from his gun almost felt loud enough to shake the empty warehouse.

He didn't bother watching Ferguson go down to the ground, rushing over to you instead to work on freeing you from your restraints, his stomach lurching at the sight of the rope digging in and reddening your skin. "Sweetheart," he choked, taking out a pocket knife and cutting through the thick ropes.

"Mags…?" you mumbled as he cut you out of your restraints, trying to be as gentle as he could manage with you as he eased the rope away from your skin.

"I'm here, sweetheart, it's okay. You're safe now." You instantly relaxed into his hold when he cradled you against his him, refusing to let you go until the paramedics got to you and loaded you onto the gurney. "I've got you."

You struggled to open your eyes when you felt yourself being laid down on a rather thin cushion, the sound of squeaking wheels and words that echoed your own arrest the other day filling your ears. You were wheeled into an ambulance, and you sighed in relief when your blurry vision caught sight of a head of blond curls.

"Mags," you breathed out, fingers twitching toward him. "Sorry I didn't show--" you said through slurred speech before he took your hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to your fingers.

"Shh don't you worry about that even for a second, darling," he spoke into your skin. "All I care about is that you're alive." You felt your skin get wet with hot tears as he kept kissing your hand. "I nearly lost you today."

"Still here," you mumbled, doing your best to squeeze back at his massive hand. "Not getting rid of me that easy, Martinsson."

Before you slipped back into unconsciousness, you heard him tell you, "I never want to be rid of you, my precious reckless girl. I love you so much."

The next time you opened your eyes, there was as rhythmic beeping coming from your side, your wounds had been cleaned, and Magnus was by your side. Hand wrapped around yours, slouched over on an uncomfortable chair, with his cheek resting on the mattress.

You tried to reach over, and run your hands through his curls to gently rouse him awake, but your other arm had a rather thick line in it administering what you could only guess was a pretty effective painkiller considering you weren't feeling the effects of the younger Ferguson's blows that much. You opted instead to squeeze his hand, your boyfriend letting out a tiny groan before looking up, his ocean blue eyes meeting yours and his free hand reaching up to stroke your hair.

"I'm going to need you to promise me something, sweetheart," he mumbled, trying to give you a reassuring smile despite the puffiness in his eyes.

"I'll promise you just about anything as long as you don't let them take away the painkillers."

"Promise me you'll try not to get into any fights until you have a license to carry a gun. I don't think danger will ever stop finding you, but at least I can make sure you're better equipped -- legally equipped -- to handle the next fucker that tries to harm you." He leaned over and looked at your face carefully before pressing the lightest kiss to a part of your face that wasn't cut or bruised. "Promise me, Y/N."

"I promise, Mags," you mumbled, your speech quite slurred. "What happened to Ferguson?"

"Intensive care," he answered, his jaw clenching before releasing his next sentiment. "Wish I'd gone for the head."

"No you don't," you shot back. "Too much paperwork."

He let out a hoarse laugh, his voice scratchy with the telltale sign of yelling and sobbing. "I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life behind bars for what he did to you."

"Hmph…self-proclaimed pretty boy like him surrounded by lonely men who haven't known the touch of a lover," you thought out loud, letting out a mirthless laugh before you echoed your assailant's words to you at the warehouse. "Maybe they'll ruin him before they kill him."

"Careful there," a voice spoke from the door way. Kurt. "Sounds like something he and his troop of deviants would say."

"Something he did say," you confirmed, wincing at the memory. "Right before he reached for the club."

"I'll kill him," Magnus seethed, his fury radiating off of him. "Kurt, please tell me we finally have enough to nail him. And his pathetic posse."

"We might," the older detective nodded. "But we need someone willing to testify against him--"

"I will," you volunteered, not taking another second to mull it over. "I'll testify. From how he talked I'm sure there'll be more just waiting to come outta the wood works. If what I have to say can give them the strength to want to speak up, perhaps we'll have the upper hand. No matter how much he tries to get out with Daddy's money."

Wallander gave you a singular nod. "You're a brave one, Y/N Y/L/N. Got the blood of a fighter, you do." He pointed a finger at Magnus. "You got yourself one of the good ones. Don't screw it up."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he answered back, thumb stroking gently across the back of your hand. "It better not come as a surprise to you that I'll want to take some time off. See to Y/N's recovery and all."

"I'd have twisted your arm myself if you didn't." He left the room, giving the nurse a curt nod as they passed each other.

"The doctor should be by in a little bit to check on you, Mrs. Martinsson," she informed you, giving you a warm smile.

Before you could protest from the name she'd called you, Magnus spoke up with a simple sentiment. "Thank you, Nurse." When she walked away, he looked at you with a sheepish expression in his eyes. "I might have fibbed a tiny bit so they'd let me stay in the room with you."

Your thoughts began to swirl more as the lightheadedness you felt from the painkillers mixed with how your heart swelled at his confession. "My gorgeous angel-faced golden retriever baby," you mumbled, making him give you a much wider smile. "Never took you for such a bad boy," you teased him. "What a pair we make…" You adjusted yourself in your bed, shuffling as far off to the side without disturbing the line in your arm and motioning your head to the empty space.

"What're you…?"

"Hop up, Mags," you tried to order him with a sleepy chuckle. "That's no way to sleep, and also I want my husband to hold me."

He climbed on to the bed, holding you gently as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Sleep, sweet reckless girl," he whispered, finally feeling like he could breathe easier now that he had you safe in his arms.

"Y/N Martinsson," you mumbled with a yawn, snuggling against his chest, so sleepy you didn't hear how his heart began to sprint in his chest. "I quite like the sound of that."

Magnus found it near impossible to breathe, his mind immediately bombarded with a vision of you in a myriad of white dresses, walking down the aisle to him. Exchanging vows. Becoming his wife. "Careful, sweetheart. Any more talk like that and I'll go to the jeweler's the second you're discharged." He struggled to keep his tone light, doing his best not to wake you up.

"Hmph, don't," you grumbled. "Too expensive."

"What?" he breathed out, in complete disbelief at what he was hearing. "You would marry--No. Not right now. We'll talk about this when they take you off the morphine, darling."

"No need," you murmured as you snuggled closer to him. "I'd marry you tomorrow with a ring pop and a jukebox at the hospital chapel, Magnus Martinsson."

Your breathing evened out after that, leaving your boyfriend to process what you'd said all alone. He looked at your sleeping face, shakily pressing another kiss to the top of your head. "When you've fully recovered from this nightmare that monster subjected you to today, I'll make it real," he whispered into your hair, hoping that you'd hear him through your sleep. "I quite like the sound of Y/N Martinsson, too."

A/N: *insert fanfare sound effect here* That's another request done! And these two blorbos are safe and sound in their little bubble where no one's gonna fuck with them anymore 🥹💖 Now on to the next and lemme just tell y'all now…it's angsty and it's 3 parts and we're headed back to our stabby mischievous babey 👀

But before we get there…I might have something for y'all in the next few days involving Centrum Ad Hiddles…

In the words of Scooby Doo…ruh roh…😳👀

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minty-fanfic-corner · 1 year

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Not Enough (Tighnari)

..... I wrote something??? I WROTE SOMETHING?? It's a bit different from my other Not Enough fics, but I thought it'd fit too!

Anyway.

I've never talked about it here. I've been living with chronic pain for nine years now, mostly in my knees, but it affect a lot of my joints. I can't get a diagnosis, doctors don't know what is wrong with me and I am tired of being in pain. So what do you do in these cases? You write something to vent (yes, it is kind of a little vent)! Anyway, I might make one with Kaeya later just because .3.

I'm off to take painkillers and try to sleep now!

The Sun was already high in the sky, entering your bedroom through the window’s opened curtains. Yet, there you were, still lying in bed. You were in bed, but you were far from asleep. In fact. you had woken up during the middle of the night, because of the pain, and you couldn’t fall back asleep. But you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed, or even sit up on the soft mattress; everything hurt so much. So there you were, eyes closed, trying to focus on something else. Soon enough, you heard a knock at the door of your room. Tighnari’s voice was heard, calling out for you:

“Y/N, we’re leaving soon for today’s patrol! Don’t be late!”

“I’m almost ready Tighnari, don’t worry!” you answered, finally opening your eyes.

You slowly sat up, every single muscle and joint in your body protesting. By this point, you were almost late, there was no time for you to eat. It wasn’t as if you were hungry anyway, the pain made it so your appetite was greatly reduced. You threw on your uniform and went outside. Tighnari had already started giving out the instructions for the day, so you joined the group, who was listening to him. By now, he was almost done assigning the route and partners. Hopefully, you didn’t miss your name…

“And Y/N, you’ll be with me today. We’ll simply check the emergency food supplies around the trails.”

Working with Tighnari gave you mixed feelings. On one hand, you knew him well and knew how to act around him so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. On the other hand… He is extremely observant. If you did so much as moving your pinkie finger the wrong way, he’d notice immediately. Thus, hiding your pain from him would require you to play your role perfectly. Well, you weren’t too stressed about it. After all, this is what you had been doing for quite a while now, and no one noticed. You weren’t about to let others know today. And so, the other rangers left to their tasks, and you started following Tighnari to the first emergency food hideout.

“Are you feeling okay? I didn’t see you come out for breakfast today.” Tighnari asked.

You were looking at your feet, but quickly looked up to look at him in the eyes, forcing a small smile on your face.

“Yes, I’m fine! There’s no need to worry about me, master Tighnari. I just went to bed rather late last night, I slept in.”

Tighnari simply nodded at your words. He focused his attention on the trail, careful to avoid roots coming out of the ground. You followed his steps.

“You know you can always come to me if you’re feeling unwell, right? After all, it is my duty to make sure you are safe.”

“I know…”

You had overestimated your energy, and used it really quickly. Usually, you could go through your tasks without any problems. But today was different. The pain was too much, you had no energy and you felt horribly sick. The world was spinning and you felt lightheaded. As Tighnari was adding food in the hideout, you focused your attention on a bright, blue flower. Breathing in, breathing out. In, out. In, out. In, out…

“Y/N!”

You jumped back as you felt a hand squeezing your shoulder lightly. You turned around quickly. Your eyes met Tighnari’s, he seemed to look at you with a worried expression.

“Are you okay? I’ve called your name a few times, but you didn’t answer.”

“O-Oh yeah, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!” you answered with a forced smile.

You always forced smiles, but this one was painful. The world was spinning faster and faster around you, making you feel sick. The pain was becoming unbearable, you swallowed back tears. Tighnari’s lips moved to say something, yet you heard nothing. None of the words reached your ears, as the ringing became too much. You tried to tell him, once again, that you were fine. But before you could say anything, you felt your legs giving up and everything became black.

You didn’t dream about anything. You were just there floating in a dark sea. But even unconscious, you could feel the pain radiating in your entire body. You wished passing out would have at least stopped the pain for a while… Soon enough, you started to hear faint voices. Someone asking someone else to get them as soon as you’d wake up. The door closing softly as someone left. And a cold cloth being put down gently on your forehead. You didn’t even notice you had a fever. A few more minutes passed, and you were finally able to open your eyes.

“Collei…?”

“Ah, Y/N! You’re awake! I’ll go get master Tighnari, he’s super worried about you…!”

Before you could protest or anything, the young girl got up and left quickly. A few minutes later, the door opened again, but only Tighnari entered the room. You tried to sit up in bed, but he stopped you quickly, with a hand on your shoulder.

“It’d be better if you stayed laying down. You hit your head pretty hard when you went down.”

“Ah… I’m sorry about that, it won’t happen again…”

You didn’t dare to look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?”

But his question surprised you. So much so, you snapped your head up to look at him.

“Tell you what?” you denied.

“About your pain.”

“Pain? What pain?”

“Y/N.” his tone was serious. “You’ve been acting weird for a few weeks now. You don’t have to deny it”

Some tears started to fall from your eyes as you managed to answer something.

“Because I’m not weak…”

Tighnari took a few seconds, simply looking at you. Finally, he sighed and sat down, on the chair next to your bed.

“I know you’re not weak Y/N. But you can’t possibly win this battle alone. You know I care about you, right? And I want you to be okay. You can’t keep on going on like that. You’ll only hurt yourself more. Now, let me help you.”

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lossie92 · 1 year

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When Winter Comes - Emperor Madara AU

Ever since I posted this comic last year for @wisiaden's MadaTobi June Bonanza, I've been toying with the idea of making this AU into a fic, not just a short comic.

Thanks to Wisia and @kooriicolada who have graciously lent me their ears over the last few weeks, this fic is now officially a work in progress!

Hope you enjoy a small look into the story ahead. Please let me know your thoughts - I'm very curious! 👀

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, descriptions of injury, implied/referenced abuse

Without saying anything, Madara approached the kneeling man, curious despite himself. Since the omega had his head bowed, it was impossible to see the expression on his face, but the trembling of his curled shoulders was more than enough to give Madara an idea about what the man was feeling.

In the background he could hear the crowd become lively again as it regained its ability to speak.

Madara listened to the cacophony of various complaints about the apparently cursed young man by the name Tobirama who, according to the whispers, was nothing but trouble and couldn't be trusted with anything.

A blight on the lives of the other servants.

A demon child with mud for blood.

A disgrace.

Somehow Madara highly doubted any of these claims were true.

Although he could see the evidence of Tobirama's apparent clumsiness in the form of broken dishes, spilled food, and a beaten up wooden tray lying nearby, he suspected Tobirama hadn't done it on purpose. The tray looked heavy and, considering the vitriol thrown at his head, it wasn't too hard to imagine someone actually tripping the man either.

Madara couldn't say why he was so sure of this, but there was something about this obviously scared, beaten man, which made him believe he wasn't looking at a troublemaker, but a victim instead.

"Silence!"

His voice cracked through the air like a whip and in an instant all was blissfully silent.

Perfectly aware that everyone was paying attention and probably wondering what he would do, Madara hooked his fingers under Tobirama's chin and gently lifted the man's face as he said, "Don't be afraid, Tobirama. You may look at me."

Tobirama resisted for a moment or two, clearly hesitant, before he looked up.

Madara's breath left him in a rush. In all of his life he had never seen a pair of eyes more beautiful. Their almond shape and the long lashes surrounding them were more than enough to inspire awe, but it was their colour that truly made them mesmerising.

Red.

Red like the fresh blood dripping over Madara's fingers from the cut on Tobirama's chin.

The red of the Uchiha clan mon.

These were the eyes of the sun goddess herself, Amaterasu-okami. She, who had been the patron and guardian of the Uchiha family for generations; the one Madara prayed to each morning at sunrise.

Like every Uchiha, Madara has heard the stories of how their clan came to rule over the Land of Fire. It was Amaterasu's Mandate that granted them this divine right and power.

What was lesser known was the fact that every once in a while the goddess of shining heavens would send a blessing to the earth. The red eyes were believed to signify its arrival. The Uchiha considered people born with them a sign of good luck and of prosperity, and an encounter with a blessed individual was said to herald the arrival of a particularly opulent era.

Although Madara had always been a sceptic at heart when it came to legends, believing most of not all to be nothing other than hearsay, but he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that his meeting with Tobirama wasn't a mere coincidence.

Such beautiful eyes in a face this fair…

Even the still bleeding cuts and the distraught expression couldn't distract from their appeal. Part of it was for sure Tobirama's overall beauty. The few tendrils of hair, which pulled silver when light hit them a certain way, framed his face, only further adding to the enchanting picture he made. His features, Madara noted, were well-balanced and delicate, though sharpened by his unnatural thinness, and his skin was impossibly soft under Madara's fingers, feeling almost like the richest velvet.

To put it simply, he was a vision and Madara would be a liar if he said he wasn't thoroughly charmed.

Extending a hand to help Tobirama stand up, he asked, "Are you alright?"

The omega stumbled as he stood, hissing in pain, but Madara caught him before he could fall again. He was surprisingly tall, a bit taller than Madara himself. A curiosity for sure. Not many people grew to such a height and it was certainly an impressive feat. However, there was also no denying that Tobirama's height made it even more obvious how worryingly thin he was.

His condition was a cause for concern to say the least and the way he was now leaning on Madara made it abundantly clear. There was really no point in denying that Tobirama was injured on top of being severely weakened and cold, his fingers like ice against Madara's own. It begged the question how on earth the man had been able to work up until now.

Without doubt he needed a healer and rest. Possibly food and sweet lemon water as well.

"Tobirama?"

Blinking owlishly, the man finally whispered, "I… I'm f-fine."

There was little doubt in Madara's mind that this wasn't the case, but it didn't feel right to question him further so publicly.

By all accounts he had been through enough already.

"Good," Madara said as he brought Tobirama's hands to his lips before blowing warm air on them to warm them up bit. When they felt less freezing to touch, he pressed a lingering kiss to each before placing them against his chest, right over his heart. "Now let us find you a healer, beautiful."

#here we gooo #emperor madara au #historical au #a/b/o au #mdtb #madatobi #madara #tobirama #wip #lossie writes #when winter comes verse #naruto #naruto founders #naruto fanfiction

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 6

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: okay so... it all goes to shit here kind of lol

Genre: angst fr

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

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"Mom- how could you not tell me?" You ask her forcing yourself to remain calm.

"Well, your father and I-"

"Daddy knows too?" You ask quietly because the idea that your parents agreed to keep you in the dark makes this whole thing that much harder to process.

"Of course he does."

"Why would you keep this a secret from me?"

"Because we weren't sure you'd ever turn."

"What?"

"In both your father and I we have a rare genetic thing, our wolf genes are dormant. Neither of us can turn- we thought, maybe you wouldn't be able to either and we didn't want the pressure of knowing that to affect you growing up. It can be very hard, being a wolf who can't be a wolf. We worried that if we told you that you would go through middle and high school thinking you were broken because you never turned. It's- wonderful that you have! I can tell you anything you want to know now that-"

"I haven't." You mutter.

"You haven't?"

"I haven't turned."

"Then- where did the question come from? How did you suspect you were a werewolf if you haven't turned?"

"I got clocked." You mutter.

"You got clocked?!"

"Yep. Some guys, near strangers, actually told me I was a werewolf. I've been mulling it over for like the past month wondering if it was even possible. I finally decided to just give you a call and put the whole thing to rest."

"Okay, wait strangers told you? How would they know?"

"They're werewolves. There are actually quite a few of them out here apparently mom."

"And one of them realized you were one?"

"Two of them but, it would appear so. And now I have a second problem."

"What is it baby?"

"These same men that told me I was a werewolf, told me Bruce has known this whole time." You say.

"Bruce your scientist boyfriend?"

"Yes mom my scientist boyfriend, who specializes in studying supernatural creatures. Would've been nice to know I WAS ONE before committing three years to him!" You huff.

"Wait you never told us he studied supernaturals. Why would you leave that out?"

"Because why would my human parents care about what he's sciencing mom?!" You scoff.

"You're okay with him experimenting on supernaturals as long as you aren't one?!"

"He doesn't experiment on them he does pretty much exclusively observational research as far as I know. Mom, what do I do if he's known this whole time and kept it from me? How do I even ask him something like that?"

"Be direct. And look out for the tells."

"Tells?"

"I know as a kid you had such sensitive hearing you could tell if someone was coming to the house before they even reached the front porch and I'm sure by now you've learned to manage that sensory response but if you can focus, you'll be able to hear his heart, hear his breathing change. If you can't focus watch for if he makes eye contact, or if he starts fidgeting, sweating, or pacing. Those are the tells of a liar. Plus regardless of if he's known all this time or not, I don't like the idea of you dating someone that treats our kind like lab rats."

"Okay well, I guess my life is imploding. I'll call you later. I have questions about this werewolf thing but I must first sort out the boyfriend drama." You tell her.

"Alright dear, take care of yourself hm? And tell Wanda I said hello."

"HI MOM! BYE MOM!" Wanda shouts before you hang up.

"Bye Wanda dear!" She says and the call ends there.

"So- you're a werewolf. I was right!" Wanda practically squeals in excitement.

"Okay you need to calm down." You tell her.

"I need to calm down?! How are you not less calm?"

"I think I'm still in shock. Kind of. But also I've been considering this for a while now. Plus Steve and Bucky being right about this means they might also be right about Bruce."

"You really think Bruce knew you were a werewolf this whole time and kept it from you?" Wanda frowns.

"Believe me I don't want to but I have to consider it. He swore Steve and Bucky were delusional liars and- if they were telling the truth about the wolf thing why would they lie about Bruce?"

"So are you going to ask him?"

"I have to. Don't I?"

"Unless you have access to his research yeah."

"How would access to his research help me avoid asking?"

"Well, for him to find out even though you didn't know, he'd have to have run a blood test or something on you at some point and I'm sure he kept them on file somewhere."

"I'll just ask him. I wouldn't feel comfortable going through his files anyway."

"I dunno considering it's likely that he's been running tests on you fuck his privacy in my opinion. Do you have access to his research?"

"Technically, yes, but he takes his laptop to the lab with him usually. I wouldn't be able to go through it without him here. It'll just be quicker to ask him. Mom says I should be able to tell if he's lying about it." You shrug.

"Well there ya go." She says.

"Would it be awful if I waited?" You grimace. The thought of this makes your stomach turn.

"No, it's gonna be a tough confrontation you should do it when you feel ready. Although it's probably not good to let it fester. Can I ask what's holding you back?"

"If he's lying I need to be prepared to leave and I wanna have that in order first-"

"I can't believe you're saying that as if I'm not right here! Pack a bag or two right now and I'll take your stuff to my place. As soon as you find out he's lying head right out the door and come to mine."

"Wait- do you think he's lying Wanda?"

"How should I know?"

"You said as soon as I find out he's lying, as if he for sure is and it's just a matter of confirming. You think Steve and Bucky are right about this?"

"They were right about you being a werewolf. You said it yourself, if they weren't lying about that why this?" She shrugs. "I know you love Bruce but it's not farfetched that in 3 years with all he knows about supernaturals, he suspected you were one, like I did, but unlike me he did what he could to confirm that suspicion."

"Oh." You frown.

"I'm sorry y/n. I don't want to believe that he would do that to you, but you know I've always had my reservations about him."

"No I- I know. It's a valid thought. I mean Steve and Bucky were right about one thing and if I was so sure they were wrong about Bruce I wouldn't feel the need to ask him in the first place but- the ethics of his research have always been a point of contention for me so, I'm not surprised we're here anyway."

"Honestly if he's been telling the truth that's great, but what you should pay more attention to is how he reacts to the question regardless. I mean- everything you thought you knew just got flipped on its head he should understand why that would raise more questions especially since the source of one truth is the source of this information."

"I dunno he's been pretty agitated about this whole wolf mafia thing. Every time we talk about Steve and Bucky he's like in hyper defense. Sometimes it feels like he doesn't believe I can think for myself. If I'm not agreeing with him he says it's because I'm too naive or too trusting or whatever."

"That's- kind of ugly." Wanda mutters and you laugh.

"He's paranoid and he feels guilty."

"Guilty?"

"Because if I'm in danger it's because of his research all those years ago. Not that anyone has made any indication that I'm in danger it's just- knowing all of these supposed mobsters are in my social vicinity he assumes they're just waiting to strike. Circling me like sharks." You chuckle.

"If anything it seems like they're circling to protect though?"

"Bruce would have an aneurysm even trying to consider that possibility." You scoff.

"Okay well, pack some things. You don't have to take him on today but since I'm here we'll pack your evacuation stuff now and just keep it at mine til you do."

"Maybe I should be giving him the benefit of the doubt." You sigh as you pull your small suitcase out of your closet.

"I think you're giving plenty of benefit by bothering to ask him and not just assuming he's lying."

"Yeah but- packing like this? As if I'm expecting to hear a lie and need to escape?" You frown, folding up clothes and packing them into the suitcase without much thought.

"Hope for the best but prepare for the worst that's what you always say. I know it's hard when the worst is that your boyfriend betrayed your trust but it'll be easier to face if you're ready for that possibility."

"Right. Hope for the best. Prepare for the worst." You nod.

"So- if the werewolves end up being right about him, what's your plan with them?"

"My plan with them?"

"Yeah, like- will you go talk to them?"

"I dunno. I have no way of contacting them Wanda they just kind of appear every couple of weeks. It's not like I can go looking."

"I think you could." She shrugs.

"How does one go looking for werewolf possibly crime lords?"

"Well you said Peter knows two of their men?"

"Maybe. I mean Peter knows two of the werewolf mobsters yes but. That only helps if Steve and Bucky really are on top like Bruce thinks they are. If not the last thing I wanna do is have more werewolves looking for me."

"Hm, I guess dealing with Steve and Bucky can wait. First we deal with Bruce." She tells you.

"Yeah sure- I guess so." You agree and finish packing your things for her to take to her place. Despite Wanda's conviction on the matter, you don't have the courage to confront Bruce when he comes home that night. You have dinner and discuss his day and wind down together like you do every other night. You pretend that nothing is wrong and can I just say you are one hell of an actress because Bruce does not suspect a thing. In fact you sit on this information for days before you deal with anything and it's not exactly by choice. The bell at the front of the store rings and you greet the way you always do.

"Hello! Welcome in!" You call, looking up to see Wanda walking towards you with serious conviction. "Uh oh." You mutter.

"Hi Peter!" Wanda says without even looking for him knowing he works pretty much every shift with you at this point.

"Miss Wanda! Hi!" Peter pokes his head into view from behind some shelves. Wanda waves at him and then turns her attention to you with a point.

"You." She says.

"Me."

"You need to talk to him." Wanda says.

"I will! I just-"

"No no you just nothing. You've been sitting on this for over four days. What are you gonna do just pretend it's all okay for the rest of your life?" She crosses her arms. You knew this was coming, and to her credit, she has left you to your devices until now.

"No of course not, but- I'm not ready." You sigh.

"Y/n right now you don't know if you can trust him and that's something you need to sort out because a relationship without trust is like, jumping out of an airplane without a parachute. Death waiting to happen."

"Sorry I'm not eager to risk blowing up my entire relationship." You shrug.

"Newsflash the fact that you're in this situation at all means your relationship is probably already fucking doomed. Especially if the truth is what we're worried that it is, then your relationship has been over for a looooong time."

"Ouch." You frown.

"Honey if he's been lying to you this whole time then he thinks you're a fool. Do not let him make a fool of you. When you get off work, talk to him or I will come to your apartment and accuse him myself."

"That is a terrible idea." You shake your head.

"I know, the point is to light a fire under your butt so you take care of it yourself. Because you know I'll do it."

"Why can't you just let me do this on my own time?" You pout.

"I wish I could but as your best friend it would be irresponsible for me to pretend that I'm okay with this ignorance is bliss act you have going on to protect your relationship with a man who we suspect is lying to you. All you're doing is wasting your time and I can't in good conscience allow that to go on especially because in a few months you'll probably bitch at me if I do and if I were in your shoes you would have my head."

"I know you're right but I hate you for it."

"You will thank me later, and I will maybe see you tonight. At the very least I expect a text or I'll be banging on your door by this time tomorrow." She leans over the counter and kisses your cheek before sauntering out of the store.

"What a terror." You sigh to yourself.

"Wanda left?" Peter asks coming up to the counter.

"Yeah. She only came in to yell at me in person so I couldn't ignore her."

"Yell at you for what?" Peter laughs.

"Avoiding my problems. Honestly Peter the best and worst thing you can do is have a best friend that will ride your ass because they will have your back but man is it annoying to hear when you're not acting in your own best interest." You roll your eyes and he laughs some more.

"I'll- keep that in mind. I don't have much in the way of friends honestly so, I'd say you're pretty lucky to have her."

"Aw come on Sam and Clint don't ride you about being responsible and shit?" You ask.

"They're barely responsible themselves." He snorts.

"Fine then I'll be accountability friend."

"You'll be my accountability friend?"

"Yeah! I'm already Wanda's. Usually. Right now my life is minorly in shambles so she's mine but we swap as necessary. I can do the same for you." You say ruffling his hair. Peter makes a face but he doesn't complain about your affection. He never does.

"I mean you don't have to-" Peter trails off.

"I know but, you're a sweet kid. I'm sure I've got tons of advice I can offer you." You shrug.

"Oh- I appreciate it. You've been real nice to me since I started here so, thanks."

"Of course Peter." You smile at him. The rest of your shift passes quicker than you'd like it to because now as you're closing up with Peter you're thinking about the conversation you now have to have with Bruce. When you unlock your apartment the smell of food hits you first. You kick off your shoes and walk into the kitchen where Bruce is pulling a tray out of the oven.

"Hey Brucey." You say.

"Hi babe, welcome home." He says.

"Thank you. What'd you make?" You ask him, setting the table for you to eat.

"Stuffed peppers and roasted potatoes."

"Sounds good!"

"You're just in time to try them." Bruce puts the peppers on a serving plate and walks them over to the table with the potatoes. The two of you sit down and eat together, mostly in silence, but eventually, when your plates are almost empty, you initiate conversation.

"So how was your day? Did you go to the lab today?" You ask him.

"I did yeah. Nothing terribly interesting happened really just analyzing data and whatnot." He shrugs. "How was your day? Any shitty customers today?"

"Not particularly, we don't tend to get a lot of those anyway. Wanda came to visit for a little bit but that's about all." You tell him.

"That's nice." He nods and you feel your heartbeat start thundering as you convince yourself to get to the point.

"Yeah. I need to talk to you about something actually." You say standing to clear your dinner plate. You feel like if you walk you can dispel the nervous tension you're feeling.

"Oh? What's up babe?"

"You know how Steve and Bucky said I was a werewolf?"

"Yes and we agreed they were delusional. Why? Did you run into them again?" Bruce shifts in his chair to look at you as you lean against the counter by the sink.

"No, I haven't seen them since the last time we spoke about them a couple weeks ago it's just- well I finally called my mom about the whole thing-"

"Why would you call your mom if their claims are baseless?"

"Becuase it was the easiest way to put an end to any doubt it's not that big of a deal, I call my mom for all sorts of things Bruce."

"I mean sure but it's a weird question to ask her since you aren't-"

"Except I am." You say, crossing your arms. You barely catch Bruce's eyes widen before he turns back around in his chair so his back is facing you. He takes his time pushing the seat back to stand up while you keep talking. "Yeah according to my mom I actually am a werewolf. She never told me because of a dormant gene in our family, but I definitely am one. Steve and Bucky were telling the truth." You say. Bruce clears his throat and walks over to the sink placing his dinner plate into it.

"Well how are you feeling about it? I mean this is sort of big-"

"What I want to know, is if you already knew." You cut him off backing up a bit to put more space between you.

"What?" He asks with a little chuckle that you think is nervousness.

"Steve and Bucky were right about me being a werewolf, so it begs the question were they also right about you knowing and keeping it from me?"

"Oh come on that's ridiculous, for me to somehow find that out and hide part of your identity from you? I can't believe you'd even entertain the notion." He shakes his head. You look him over carefully, considering your mother's advice. He's not sweating, but he also hasn't looked at you since you said you were a werewolf, he's not exactly pacing but you look down and realize he's rolling his fingers together. "Y/n, come on you can't seriously think that I'd deceive you that way can you? I mean these strangers get one lucky guess and suddenly you trust them more than me?" Bruce adds when the silence drags on longer than he'd like. His heart, focus on his heartbeat. You take another few seconds to try and pick it up. When you really focus like this you can pick up on so many things it can be overwhelming but you force yourself to pick up his heart rate and it's not as steady as it should be. Not full blown panicked pounding but definitely nervously fast.

"I don't know who I can trust Bruce." You say.

"Me! I've never given you a reason to think otherwise. You can trust me. Why would I lie to you?"

"It makes sense."

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does. Your supernaturals research is your life. I mean you've studied enough werewolves, it's not impossible to think that you'd know you're sharing a home with one or suspect it and convince yourself it's necessary to investigate those suspicions."

"I can't believe you think I would do that to you."

"I don't want to. God knows I don't want to but it's hard not to when you won't even look at me. You haven't looked at me since I told you I was a werewolf and you always look at me when we talk. It's hard when I know how much supernatural studies takes up your life, I know you've tracked and trapped werewolves before so you obviously know how to identify one, but I'm supposed to believe you wouldn't be able to clock one sharing a bed with you?! It's hard when at every turn you tried to convince me Bucky and Steve were crazy. You swore it was impossible for them to be right about this and now look at where we are. The impossible is not only possible it's true. So if they were telling the truth about one thing, why not the other? And when I think about it, like really think about it, since the second 'lie' is dependant on believing the first 'lie'- if you really thought they were insane and lying to manipulate me, why were you so against me calling my parents to find out? I mean if you truly believed it was false a quick call to confirm that would've immediately dismissed the second lie and we wouldn't be here. Your continued objection doesn't make sense unless you knew they weren't lying."

"This is ridiculous y/n I love you, I would never hurt you-"

"If you're lying to me Bruce you've already hurt me. And the fact that you have yet to actually deny it is enough of an answer."

"ALL I'VE DONE IS DENY IT!"

"NO YOU HAVEN'T! You've said it's ridiculous, you've said you can't believe I think that, you've said you'd never hurt me, you've it doesn't make sense, you've said I trust them more than you, but you have not at any point said 'no y/n I didn't already know you were a werewolf and kept it a secret from you.' So yeah, I'll take that as a confession."

"You- you started this conversation assuming I was guilty."

"Do not turn this on me Bruce. If you can't look me in the eye right now and say you didn't know I was a werewolf and keep it a secret from me... I'm leaving."

"And going where? To those crime lords, y/n they do not have your best interests in mind. You'll get hurt."

"Say it Bruce. Say you didn't know." You say quietly. There's a stretch of silence that you take as your answer and without another word, you put on your shoes and grab your bag still by the door.

"Y/n wait!" Bruce says before you can leave.

"You still can't say the one thing I asked of you." You say pulling open the apartment door and leaving without even looking at him.

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Part 6/???

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Poly Corrie Commanders (or either pairings of them) with any number you'd like or a roll of dice maybe?

Ooooo an interesting one! Going to go for PolyCorries, as it's something I've not done before!

Also, number 16 - a kiss in the rain hit me like a frigging train and went ME! ME ME ME!

So here we go!

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Coruscant's weather cycle is carefully controlled down to the last tiny little puff of cloud. It rains rarely, and only over the few cordoned green areas which require a proper drenching once in a while to keep them flourishing.

So when Thire had excitedly commed the other Commanders telling them to get their shebs outside, Fox had not even considered that it might be full-on raining across the whole of the highest layer of Coruscant.

You'd think after Kamino they'd be fed up of rain, but open skies and sun had been a lurching, difficult adjustment. There were still days when Fox looked up and swallowed at the sheer expanse of open sky, feeling like there was nothing holding space back from descending upon them all. It was a stupid, fanciful thought that the Kaminoans would have reconditioned him for, but just because they liked to think the clones were basically droids clothed in skin, didn't mean they were.

Stone doesn't share his fellow commanders nostalgia for rain, but even his eyes are wide and filled with awe as he steps into the rear courtyard of the Corrie barracks.

Thire's standing in the middle of the duracrete yard, arms stretched out and face turned up to the sky, long black curls soaked and clinging to the side of his face in lacey strands. The image hits Fox in the chest and latches on to his heart with a fierceness that tells Fox he'll be remembering this moment for years to come. They don't often get moments to just be with the weight of all the work on Coruscant, and Fox is suddenly, painfully sure he's never quite seen Thire's face as wonderously joyful as now.

He's across the yard and sweeping Thire into his arms before he realises it, kissing him deep and fervent, trying to press that emotion into his soul. Thire responds enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around Fox's neck and laughing into his mouth.

Stone encircles them both, and Fox breaks away from Thire to let Stone cradle Thire's head with one hand and lean them together to kiss. Thire's delighted and smiling so wide Fox suspects it's just barely a kiss at all, but Stone's cheek dimples and Fox knows Stone could care less.

Thire pulls back and nuzzles his nose against Stone's before nudging him towards Fox, who grins and kisses Stone as well, sliding his tongue into Stone's mouth for the deeper kiss he knows makes Stone's knees weak. Stone moans and Thire laughs, and Fox can't help but turn to press kisses to his cheek and lips again, while Stone kisses his neck from the other side.

They're soaked and Fox's armour is squeaking awfully whenever he shifts when Thorn joins them. There's a snort just audible over the drumming beats of water on the ground and then a head slips under Stone's arm and two arms wriggle themselves through to place Thorn in their favourite spot; right in the middle along with Thire. Fox doesn't hesitate to catch Thorn's lips as they smirk triumphantly at him, and the little gasp of surprise warms him to his toes.

He jealously licks into Thorn's mouth to keep that moment for himself before pulling away to let Thire dart forwards and kiss Thorn. Stone mouths along Fox's jaw as he waits his turn, and Fox blinks raindrops from his lashes as he tips his head back with a groan.

Thire takes over from the other side as Thorn turns to present themselves for Stone to kiss, and Fox's chest rumbles with calm satisfaction as his lovers press tightly against each other, all laughing and sharing soft kisses and teasing touches in the pouring rain.

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I hope this went okay!

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Come Along for the Ride

(Copy and paisted from my wattpad @rainywashere, follow me if interested!)

A/N: This got quite a few reads so I decided to continue writing this even though honestly this shit is so cringy to me, but if you enjoy my writing, thank you, and I wrote this for weird people like you (**us) anyways have fun reading whatever this shit is lol. I bet all you horny mfs didnt even read this and skipped to the smut didn't you... lmfao hope you enjoyed either way.

WARNINGS: Uh I'm not sure if spencer is dom or sub so you can decide. Sex in car, riding, sex without protection, public sex, smut.

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I think I was the only person in the BAU to ever see inside Spencer Reids apartment. I don't think I would have ever gone in at all if he hadn't invited me over after work for a cup of coffe and to borrow one of his beloved books, which I promised to take very good care of. It reflected his mind. It was small. He told me he wouldn't know what to do with all of the space. What space he had was filled with books that I'm sure he had read front to back several times, boxes of random things, some of which I assumed to be evidince from cases that he had never managed to solve.

"Sorry it's a little cluttered." He said awkwardly, grabbing an old cup of coffee from the counter and putting it in the sink. "I haven't been here in a while." We sat down at the small kitchen table together. "You haven't? Why?" I asked. "I spend most nights in the office." He said, starting to drink one of the two cups of coffee he had just made for us. I swear to god he was a fucking addict, but it was hard not to become addicted to it when you worked in the goddamn fbi. "Spencer." I sighed, putting my own cup back down on the table. "You have to get rest." He chuckled. "I do get rest, on the weekends." He said, shrugging. "Well you have to get more rest, okay Spence?" I asked him, actually concerned. "Yeah and I will!" He protested. "When we solve this case." I rolled my eyes. Mid roll my phone started ringing, it was hotch. "Speak of the devil."

"Hey Hotch, I've got Spencer with me. Whats up?" I put the phone on speaker so Spencer could hear, both of us were now high alert. "Hi, Morgan, Emily and I are going to check up on a potential suspect, we would apreciate if you both could join us in case we're in need of backup." He said, getting straight to the point. We both nodded even though it was just a phone call. "Yeah, of course, we're on our way."

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We met Hotch and Morgan outside the BAU sitting in a black SUV. Spencer and I climbed in the back next to Emily as they greeted us. As Morgan started driving to the suspects house, Hotch told us about him. "He's a 32 year old white man Named Gorman White who lives with his spouse, Sarah White, who is a 30 year old white female. The male was turned in by an unknown caller who said they had seen him in the area of the crime not long after it was said to take place. It's not definite, but he's the best we've got right now." He said, his eyes locked on the world outside of the window. Spencer nodded slowly. "You said he's got a wife?" He asked. Hotch nodded. "You think she might be connected?" He shook his head. "No, this was definitly one person, and assumed to be a male." He replied. "When you interview Mrs. White, be sure to do it in a seperate room from her husband, she might be scared of him." I said. Emily nodded in response. "If it would help, I would be willing to question her, if she would be more comfortable with a woman." She said. "That would be great." Hotch said as we aproached the house. "Now lets go over the plan one more time, Spencer and Y/N, you'll stay in the car to lookout of he runs or we're in need of backup. Emily, you'll question Sarah White and I'll question Gorman White, Morgan, while they're all destracted, you'll search the house for any evidince." We all nodded.

Everything was going as planned, Reid and I were in the car waiting and keeping an eye out for the unsub and kins of for eachother. I felt his eyes on me, and from his reflection in the window I was looking out of, my feelings were proved correct. I had never seen him look at something, let alone someone with such a look in his eyes. I blushed a deep shade of pink and continued pretending to look out the window as his Hazel eyes traveled across my body shamelessly as I stared at his own body through the reflection. He looked hungry, for me. And I had to admit I was starting to feel the same way. Me and Reid had always had a bit of a tension between us, but I had never thought about acting on it, in that moment it was they only thing I could think of. Hotch, Morgan, Emily, and our potential unsub were far from my mind as I took a breath and turned around.

He looked away quickly. "Uh, did you see anything?" He asked, turning back to face me, his eyes still a little needy, but his face cold and relaxed. I shook my head. "Did you?" I gave him that look, and I almost regretted it for a moment when I saw his eyes widen in fear, he knew I knew. The fear went away as he looked into my eyes and saw the same amount of lust he had in his own. He nervously looked over my shoulder at the house before gently grabbing my face adnd pulling my lips to his and kissing me softly. My eyes slowly closed, melting into the kiss. For doa person that was always made fun of for never having a girlfriend, he was a really good kisser. I swear to god it's always the fucking nerds that surprise you. I placed my hand on his back and then in his hair as it began to get more heated. "How long do we have?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. "I don't know." He said, also short of breath. His cheeks were cherry red and I smiled, pulling his face to mine and kissing him deeply. He grabbed my waist and pulled my onto his lap. He let out a little moan as I rubbed against his boner. "We gotta be quick." I said, looking twoards the house. I could see Derek inside, I wasn't worried that he would tell, but I knew that he would never let us hear the end of it. Spencer nodded and unbottoned his pants, then doing the same to my pants as I slid his cock out. I pulled my underwear down as he got himself ready. I lined him up with my entrance and looked at him. "You ready?" He nodded quickly.

I slowly lowered myself onto him and stayed there for a few seconds to adjust. Spencer had his head thrown back and his hand on my ass. I started slowly going up and down, both of us moaning. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good oh my god..." He moaned. I took that as a que to go a little faster, and in turn his moans got louder. "Fuck Spence!" I screamed, throwing my head back as I bounced up and down on his dick. He reached up and pulled my bra and shirt down revealing my tits. They shook in his face as I bounced up and down and I could tell he was getting there. "Fuck, fuck I'm almost there." He moaned, I was right. "Me too, its okay, cum inside me." I bounced up and down as both of us felt the pressure build up. We came together and I could feel him filling me up as we both moaned and I rested my head against his chest. He was still inside me and I felt so relaxed. "fuck, that was amazing Spencer." I kissed him before getting off and we both put our clothes back on.

I don't think Morgan saw, but Emily was acting a little weird when she got back into the car.

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25DCC Chapter 13 "Getting Anxious for Christmas" (Preview)

Hello, all! I promise this fic isn't abandoned, and I am *finally* getting somewhere with this chapter after almost an entire month of the worst writer's block I've had in years! Work has been crazy the last few nights, so I didn't have as much time to finish up as I'd hoped, but I'm planning to have it up tomorrow, 3/19, at the latest!

In the meantime, as an apology, here's a little preview. Enjoy!

*~RDR~*

Lone Wolf Stead, Great Plains, WE - December 13, 1910

"And this man's name was what?"

"Cú Chulainn of Muirthemne. He was an Irish warrior," Jack answered. He was only half paying attention to the conversation, thoroughly engrossed in his book while he lay stretched out on his stomach in the back of the wagon. "In this chapter he's defending the kingdom of Ulster from Queen Medb of Connacht's army. She's trying to invade and steal King Conchobar mac Nessa's prized bull, Donn Cúailnge, after she put all his other soldiers under a curse so they can't fight."

John blinked, just taking all of that in for a moment. "You... How did you even get all those names outta your mouth in one go?"

Jack shrugged, turning to the next page with a tiny grin. "I dunno. Just... comes easy to me, I guess."

The elder Marston blew out a slow breath and shook his head. "Well you're a helluva lot smarter than me, that's for sure. Maybe you oughta drive the wagon while I read that book of yours for a while - I clearly need to 'broaden my horizons' some more."

"He's smarter than both of us," Abigail said proudly, turning around to look at him.

Jack hunched deeper into his book, his face flushing pink in embarrassment. "That's... I'm not..." He never knew quite how to respond when his parents said things like that, and it usually just got him flustered instead. He suspected that was half of why they did it, actually.

John and Abigail exchanged a fond smile with one another, and John huffed a quiet laugh as he snapped the reins to urge the wagon horses into a faster trot.

The three of them were on their way over to Lone Wolf Stead, planning to pay an impromptu visit to the Morgan-Smiths. John had been out to Blackwater that morning, leaving in the wagon before sunrise with their surplus milk, eggs, and wool loaded in the back to sell. When he arrived back home a couple of hours later, it was with a grin on his face and a pale cream-colored envelope clutched in his hands. There was no return address except to the post office in Annesburg, but the name "Tacitus Kilgore" was written in the upper-left corner in a messy, looping scrawl.

There was only one person - or, rather, one couple - who would still be writing letters to John under that alias after all these years, and as soon as he'd seen his father pull up to the front porch and noticed the name on the letter, Jack was scrambling into the back of the wagon, all but dragging his mother along behind him.

Aforementioned letter now was tucked securely between the back pages of his book, still unopened for the time being (no matter how tempted he was to take a quick peek). Pa and Uncle Arthur had promised each other weeks ago that whoever received word from Dutch and Hosea first would be sure to notify the other immediately, and John said he didn't feel right opening it before his brother got a chance to see it too. Jack didn't mind, though, since it gave them an excuse to visit his uncles again...

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Lea's home

Chapter 2 pt.1

Work was good. No, work was great. Sometimes Lea would work late and won't be home until after I left, and sometimes she would be at home. Looking at her work and go about her daily life was a treat, especially seeing her blouse shake ever so slightly due to her visible heartbeat. I imagine working in close quarters would make anyone lose their mind.

However, things wouldn't be as easy as it seems. I've observed that the past few days, Mrs. Nicole has been watching me closely every time I'm in the house. Does she suspect me of stealing or not like my work? Or worse, did she find out about Lea and I? Is this the reason behind why her visits have increased during the past 2 weeks?

This secret can never get out. There's too much at stake for both of us. I need to find out what/how much she knows, but how do I do so without arousing any suspicion?

Mrs. Nicole is a 49 year old woman, strong and beautiful. Her sleek black hip length hair and curvy body give her an air of superiority. She works out often, keeping up excellent appearances. With her sleek glasses on, her gaze pierces your soul. While normally this would've excited me, now anxiety takes over. I enjoy Mrs. Nicole's visits, as she has a prominent neck vein that pulsates with such vigor that her chain pendent pulsates off her neck. And when she's busy bent over her documents, you can ever so slightly see the base of her large breasts pulsate. Truly a beautiful treat to the eyes.

She is Lea's aunt, and her mother's work associate. Due to her line of work, she frequents Lea's house and sometimes stays overnight. As a maid I'm privy to the house's schedule, and know when her room is booked for a clean up, and those days happen to be when she stays over.

Looking over the schedule, I see that she will be staying overnight this night, and worry fills me.

I don't know what she's thinking. I don't know what she has planned for me. And somehow, that turns me on.

What am I thinking, this could very well ruin my reputation and get me kicked out of this dream job. Whatever she throws at me, I have to handle it with confidence.

Night rolls around. It seems today is a celebration of sorts, as the head maid asked me to roll out their finest wine and serve it to the family. I do as I am told, and bring out their favourite bottle and pour it for the few members who are present there. I slowly make my way around the table and finally reach Mrs. Nicole. She has been watching me this entire time, her fox eyes glistening over her sleek glasses. I do my best to look anywhere else but at her or her breasts, which are clearly pulsing softly with her heartbeat which I'm sure is amazing and loud and-

"Wine, Mrs. Nicole?" I ask as calmly as I can. She subtly nods. I feel her eyes shift over me and I bend down slightly to pour over her shoulder, noticing with dismay how my nervousness is given away by my heartbeat, clearly trying to push its way out and shaking my breast. I quickly pour her wine and scurry away, giving an excuse of having to clean someone's room as I had over the bottle of wine to another maid.

I walk quickly to the nearest bathroom and sit down, trying my best to calm my heartbeat, but it seems impossible. My nervousness, now mixed with lust is taken control of my heart, and its beating quite clearly seen under my uniform refuses to quiet down.

I meander around the house, doing various chores until dinner is over, and as I get ready to leave, one of the maids informs me that Mrs. Nicole has called for me for room servicing.

I know the room has already been tidied up awaiting her arrival, in fact I was the one who did it. Did I do a bad job, did I forget something behind? Or...is this it, she's finally going to confront me?

I make myself presentable and my heartbeat picks up once again, pulsating through my fabric. Seems like tonight, my cardiac muscles won't be getting any rest.

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WIP Wednesday

I'll tag @westealtoys, @aya-m3k, @aurriearts, @just-a-tiny-goldfish, and anyone else who'd like to share their WIPs today!

I've been working on a Good Omens fic and the license to use footnotes has made me go slightly feral, so from chapters one and two here are all the wink wink nudge nudges that I have, presented without context:

1. Aziraphale could admit to feeling slightly proud of his own addition of the laminated paper insert that gave a guide to uncertain confection consumers. 2. The depiction of cherubim, and the ancient deity Cupid, as plump naked children had been around since the Romans. This just went to show: the Romans had weird ideas about romance and the Victorians weren’t about to argue. 3. Aziraphale had long suspected that Crowley’s hips were, in some way, sentient in their own right. Surely something that undulated that much would have its own brain? Or cluster of brain-like nerve cells? Like an octopus. In his defense, it could be hard to tell with demons. 4. There were a few of angelic stock that had, notoriously, gone in for the slimier bits. But one did not mention Nephilim in polite company. And since heaven was nothing but the most polite company imaginable: No one mentioned Nephilim. 5. He’d watched a documentary about human pleasure once, and the arguments certainly seemed compelling in a way that had been pleasantly distant at the time. 6. Saint Nicholas did this one actually. Yes, that Saint Nick.

and from Chapter 2

1. From a temperature standpoint. Whether or not Crowley was, as the kids these days call it, ‘socially adept and charming to be around’ will be left to the reader’s discretion. 2. George Hudson, who wanted extra daylight hours to collect insects. Some also credit William Willett, who wanted extra daylight hours to play golf. 3. Nougat still somehow managed, despite Crowley’s bafflement. 4. While the jury was still out on whether or not Crowley was ‘cool’, there wasn’t a single doubt in the courtroom that he could smolder. Crowley had been smoldering for longer than the Earth had existed. And now, he was smoldering quite intensely next to Aziraphale. 5. Despite plenty of allegations, at the time of this writing in the year of somebody’s lord 2023, embarrassment had never been convicted of homicide. It had never even been accused of Angelicide, but, then again, it did have very good lawyers.

Have fun, have a happy Wednesday, and no pressure!

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Chapter 3: Discovering Wind

Enjoy wind fans (though he's only mentioned he gets more backstory revealed here!)

Legends' first few nights were not too bad. Other than the occasional strange feeling or the awkwardness between him and Twilight, things were slowly starting to get into a routine.

He'd wake up with the others, which was quite early, they'd eat breakfast and when his two new roommates would leave for school, he'd help Malon with the dishes and wait for her to leave.

Time had the luxury of going to work a bit later and would help legend settle in a bit before leaving as well.

He'd do a bit of schoolwork on his computer, malon decided not to register him with Twi’s school just yet since the year was almost over anyway.

It was unfamiliar but he was sure he'd feel at home eventually. He had to, he didn't want them to suspect anything was wrong, not after everything they were doing for him.

He felt himself just getting annoyed at little things, he knew he missed his uncle. He wanted to be back at the orchard, but there was no bringing him back.

He found himself by a river in the nearby woods one day, skipping rocks and passing the time till someone came home. It was peaceful, calm, and uninterrupted.

“There you are! I've been looking all over for you. What are you doing here?”

Legend whipped his head around and saw Twilight standing behind him, a not so pleased expression on his face.

Legend rolled his eyes and went back to his leisurely activity.

“Well, don't ignore me. Look I know you're new here and I'm not trying to be overbearing, it's just not good to be out here alone. One of my moms students wandered in here and was almost attacked by some wild creature.”

Legend looked back, “how do I know you're not making this up just to keep me from ruining things for you. Let's not pretend we're best friends, ok? I'm not trying to cause trouble for your family.”

Twilight sat down next to him, “Sorry, I just don't want you to get hurt. I may have not been the most approachable person back then, but we're brothers now and I need to step up.”

Legend scoffed and looked at his hands. He couldn't just let go of his past. Twilight was acting ridiculous, he wasn't mean to him, they just never had a reason to talk.

“Don't take this wrong but, you're acting a bit like Wind.”

Legend snapped his head towards Twilight, “What do you mean? Wind is like, I don't know, the happiest kid on the planet. I'm just a big mess."

Twilight laughed a bit, “No no, he is. He always knows how to cheer people up. He's trying really hard to make you feel welcome. I'm sure mom and dad have told you he's adopted."

Legend nodded, not knowing where the conversation was going.

“He used to live on a small island, with his grandma and sister. Well, he said they were his grandma and sister, I think the grandma was a sort of caretaker. Anyway, one day there was a boat taking orphaned kids here to the mainland. He was eligible for the sign up and decided to come. He was brought here after maybe a year or two at sea. My parents took him in and he was very grateful. Sometimes he gets into these moods where he regrets making that decision, he wants to go back. He misses them, but he doesn't want our parents to think they're not doing a good job. So he holds it in.”

Legend looked back down, “Wow, I never would have thought that's how he came here. I'm sorry for acting really weird, I guess I just miss my uncle.”

He felt a hand on his shoulder, “Don't worry about it. None of us want you to feel like you can't grieve, take some time, just relax. Now let's get inside before anyone else gets home.”

With that the two boys headed back to the ranch. Legend now felt a bit better about his new brothers.

#lu modern au #linked universe #main plot #linked universe fanfic #Plot #Main story #twilight #legend #Wind(mentioned)#This was such a late update #Working on requests #I promise I'll get one done by tomorrow #Working on it now actually #Gn or good morning/afternoon my friends #see ya tomorrow

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bro3256 · 6 months

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Predictions for Nintendo Switch Online

I think it goes without saying that the Nintendo Switch Online (or NSO) service has been controversial to say the least. The fact that we now have to pay for what used to be free online and the lack of benefits you get to subscribing has led to this service being received very poorly at least at launch. It's been about 5 years since NSO launched and a lot of that controversy has seemingly dried up either by new additions to the game library or simply the fact that we're just used to it at this point.

Now don't get me wrong there are still detractors to NSO, but it seems as if this service has been accepted for what it is despite its flaws, although I do have to agree with some of the things said by folks regarding how the service launched and how it currently is.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I want to lay down some predictions regarding the future of this service as I've seen some wild things being proposed by fans that sound completely unrealistic and nothing Nintendo would ever regularly do. Starting with the obvious, what future platforms will Nintendo add to the game library?

First things first, GameCube is not going to happen at least for a long time. I suspect Nintendo may add it once the Switch's successor is out but at this very moment it is laughable to consider GameCube right now. The biggest main issue is the fact that Nintendo themselves has been rereleasing GameCube games as full price Switch games. Metroid Prime Remastered and Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door come to mind. I know for the most part the whole "things releasing outside of NSO means it will never come to NSO" myth has more or less died at this point but GameCube tends to be a special case here since these games still feel modern enough to resell as new games.

Another thing is to completely throw out any consideration of any mainline Pokémon games appearing on the Game Boy apps. The spinoffs sure, but actual mainline games is a bit silly. If they were somehow to be added they would need to do a lot of backend stuff to get these games properly working and so players don't cheat with the regular tools NSO offers such as rewind and restore points. It's not impossible but I see this as too much work to be worth it if simply putting these out as digital eShop releases sounds much easier. Besides if every version was put out on NSO then you'd lose the magic of Pokémon just like that, and that wouldn't be fun would it?

Okay so what do I actually think NSO is gonna add to its game library? Well unless Nintendo puts out a Virtual Boy or a Game & Watch app then I suspect we will probably see more third party apps. One consideration I don't see a ton of people talking about is the PC-Engine and TurboGrafx-16.

Games from these consoles have appeared on Virtual Console in the past on Wii and Wii U and a very limited number of PC-Engine games did release on 3DS only in Japan. I wouldn't doubt that Nintendo would add this as apart of their Expansion Pack, heck maybe even regular NSO if we're lucky. I would just love to see more NEC love (or well Konami love now).

But why stop there when the Mark III and Master System could be added too? Sega is already on board with NSO with their Mega Drive and Genesis apps so this would be a great addition especially since these games have not been given enough love even by Sega. SG-1000 would also be cool but that might be a bit too niche for a service like NSO but who knows.

As for games, while there is quite a bit already on the service there are certainly omissions that are quite baffling so let's get some of the more obvious ones out of the way and in no particular order.

Gomoku Narabe Renju, Mahjong, Golf, Urban Champion, SimCity, Mario Paint, Super Smash Bros., Ridge Racer 64, Banjo-Tooie, Super Mario Land, Qix, X, Balloon Kid, Mole Mania, Super Mario Bros. Deluxe, Pokémon Pinball, Densetsu no Stafy 1-3, Mother 3, and Rhythm Tengoku just to name a few.

So lets start with one that might not be interesting at a glance but would be a great addition to the service.

Tetris for the NES (no, not the Tengen version) is one of the more iconic versions of this beloved puzzle game, but why go back to this version specifically? I mean we already have Tetris on the Game Boy app and plenty of other Tetris games on Switch so what's the deal here?

Well for one, this version has never seen any kind of rerelease... kind of. This version in terms of how it played was ported over to Tetris Effect: Connected as a side mode but unless you knew about it I'd imagine not a whole lot of folks have dabbled with it and it's still technically not the original game.

But secondly, the main reason why this mode even exists and also why I personally would like to see it on NSO is purely to make the game accessible to a wider audience considering the competitive scene of this specific classic version of Tetris.

Being able to play this on NSO would mean a ton more people get to experience how this version plays and more importantly gives players another option of playing this without resorting to unofficial PC emulation. Obviously pro players are going to stick to original hardware but if you just wanted to practice or wanted a taste of this version then it's no wonder that having it on Switch would be a dream. Hopefully with the Game Boy version already being on the service this will increase the chances of this one happening.

So this next one is already planned to release for NSO in Japan but there's no word on it releasing internationally but regardless...

...Kaeru no tame ni Kane wa Naru or as its unofficially known as The Frog For Whom the Bell Tolls. It's an action RPG that's often compared to Link's Awakening to the point where in said Zelda game there's a cameo appearance featuring Prince Richard from Bell Tolls. This is one of the more well known Nintendo developed games that never left Japan and as of writing has never seen an official English localization of any kind and unfortunately there seems to be a trend with international NSO releases having Japanese games that have not been translated. So the likelihood of this not only releasing outside of Japan but getting a new localization for NSO is very unlikely but it's more than possible given Nintendo puts in the work to translating this in English. I'd imagine a remake of this game being far more likely to getting an international release if that were to happen and hey if it's in the style of the Link's Awakening remake that would be pretty cool.

So let's move away to one that might actually happen.

This one's pretty straight forward and don't be scared by this being Japan exclusive as outside of some story cutscenes this one's perfectly playable as its mainly a puzzle game. It has seen rereleases in the past on Virtual Console and if it were to release on NSO it's very likely that it would release internationally since the benefit of Nintendo not putting in effort to localize these games means they can just drop this on the SNES app no problem. Also good time to mention that this also includes the original Wrecking Crew so it would be funny to see Wrecking Crew on the service twice.

So let's end this game prediction saga with one that probably will never happen but if it were to happen I'd be curious how it would be implemented.

So let's get this out of the way, this is an M rated game. For a while it was believed that Nintendo would shy away from more mature games from appearing on the service but GoldenEye 007 on N64 at least in Japan indicates that Nintendo's solution is purely to bump up the rating of the overall app. So I'd imagine if this were to drop on NSO we'd not only see a rating bump for the N64 app but hopefully some kind of parental control option to stop players under 17 from playing this one. While it would be cool to see this on NSO in terms of being able to play it on a Nintendo platform again, I purely would like to see this get added just to see what they'd do to the app in response to this M rated addition to the service.

And there are my NSO predictions as of November 2023. I do wonder when the next Nintendo platform releases if we'll see an uptick in support for the service but its likely that this slow trickle of games will continue as usual. I'd normally would wish for more platforms to be represented on NSO but the problem is that some of the ones already on the service are very lacking especially Game Boy and Game Boy Advance. Hopefully those libraries get beefed up soon.

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Dollar Bin #34:

Kris Kristofferson's Freedom Trilogy

When I first arrived on campus at Pomona College 30 years ago the nonagenarian chair of the philosophy department requested my presence in his office. Pronto.

I had a pretty good idea what was going on. Professor Come-At-Once, who was a little too young for the civil war but at that point was mostly ear hair and guffaws, wasn't interested in my philosophical insights (which is a good thing as I don't know that I had any to offer at that point aside from, "Dude, like, Lou Reed is awesome; except when he isn't"); rather, he was a Kris Kristofferson guy.

(Dollar Bin devotees already know that Kris is my distant cousin; check out some of the details here and keep in mind that while I've been around Kristofferson a few times in my life he's never known me from Adam. That's background fact #1. And here's #2: Kristofferson, and about 64 of my other relatives, all attended Pomona ahead of me. Would I have been accepted without this connection? Hmm... Doubtful.)

"Ah young Wilcox, I presume," Professor Eager-To-Meet-You stood to greet me with quaking benevolence, gesturing to a carved wooden chair that was surely carried on and off the ark. "My sources, which I am proud to say, always keep their proverbial ear to this campus's hallowed ground, tell me that you are the cherished offspring of an Alison Searles, yes?"

(No, of course he didn't talk like this. I don't remember how the hell he assembled his sentences. I'm having fun here; but this conversation did really happen.)

"A delightful young lady, was your mother; I remember her well, though I do not believe she often graced my courses. Practical, was your mother, and mine is a classroom of introspection and inquiry, little of it immediately tangible, all of it heady. Indeed, I am sorry to say I knew your mother best for her connection to your illustrious cousin. I speak of Kris. He was quite the figure on campus in 58, 59. I mentored him, of course."

Professor Dwell-On-The-Past then showed me his most cherished memento: a framed photograph of himself presenting Kristofferson with an honorary doctorate in 73. Here's an internet image from that day; I suspect that's the old guy in question far right... He'd looked pretty good 20 years earlier

Apparently Kris brought Rita and Johnny Cash with him for that ceremony; I wonder how many other people have accepted honorary degrees from Pomona while knee-deep-and-sinking drunk.

Yes, poor Kris spent most of the 70's totally wasted. But Professor Ignore-the-Obvious didn't want to touch on that fact; rather, he had other points to make.

"Kris is, and always has been, far more than a mere musician you know," he waxed sententiously. "I picked him out early and saw him for what he was: a poet, yes; but also a leader and thinker of the highest order: an individual of nearly limitless potential. His Rhodes Scholarship was earned, mind you; his time in the army afterwards was honorable; and had he decided, like myself, to take up the reigns of academia, he'd be well published by now and be teaching alongside me; indeed I believe he'd be leading the field. Your mother's cousin," he said, leaning in so as to tattoo my soul with his erudition, "truly embodies a trite and overused phrase. I'm speaking, young Wilcox, of genius. Kris was, and always shall be, a genius. Now, you best run along. When I speak to him next I'll mention we spoke. And please do stop by again, young Wilcox. I see potential to you."

Dear Dollar Binners, Professor Slughorn was checking me out on that fine day in 94; he was seeing if I was worth collecting for his elite club of Sagehens who mattered. Few were admitted to his inner circle; few demonstrated such worth.

But I'm not, and never will be, Kristofferson material; my rightful place is in the Dollar Bin. And so I never sought or received invitation to that dude's office again.

Even so, I think he was right about Kris. The guy really is a genius. And his early trilogy of freedom songs, beginning with Me and Bobby McGee, reaching its apex with Burden of Freedom and culminating with Broken Freedom Song, a track he recorded just after he accepted that honorary degree, are perhaps the height of his art.

Let's dive in, shall we?

Kris first flashed his genius by interspersing a story of lost love with some catchy but weak sauce existentialist theory in Me and Bobby McGee. The song is a perfect miniature, showing off the storytelling chops that, according to family lore, won Kristofferson some writing prizes in college: Kris tells us how his hitchhiking narrator and someone named Bobby won over a truck driver by singing the blues; next, that narrator blows it and loses Bobby on the other side of the country.

Meanwhile Kris reminds us that freedom is possible only for those without material or emotional valuables to their name; but, because the human condition is such a thorough bummer, the people who are free in such a way all wind up just as miserable as my poor cousin Kris sounds while singing about it (even though he introduces it with a tossed off chuckle):

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As I wrote back in my earlier entry on Willie Nelson, the song, and this initial performance of it, are vital. Kris always jumps at the chance to tell you he's a lousy singer, and I guess that may be true from a technical point of view. But he sings the hell out of this song, embodying the weary, yearning narrator who's drifting to sleep at the end, wishing they were back in Bobbie's arms while knowing full well all the while that it's never gonna happen.

But Kristofferson had yet to make his truly preeminent statement on the nature of freedom. That was yet to come.

There are plenty of artists who successfully boiled down their very best ideas to perfection just once in their career, leaving behind a song/performance that sums them up entirely and instantly becomes an integral part of our cultural cannon. There's Parton's I Will Always Love You, Holiday's Strange Fruit, Petty's I Won't Back Down, Lennon's Imagine, Bono's One, Cohen's Bird on a Wire, Cale's Hallelujah, Farrar's Whiskey Bottle, O'Connor's Nothing Compares 2 U, Bowie's Heroes, Chapman's Fast Car... we could go all day with this stuff.

Such songs can sound cliche quick in the wrong setting, sure. But they're also beautiful and hugely important. And on his third record, Border Lord, Kristofferson presents his own, albeit far less famous, contribution to the genre, a song which successful embodies not just his thoughts on the nature of freedom, but his final and best summation of his tortured biography to that point.

Take a listen to Burden Of Freedom:

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The song masks its complex and rich poetry. You could hear this plodding track in the background and think little of it. But take a moment and listen, reading along. There's a hell of a lot here, all of it masterful:

I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon The doorway to freedom so close to my hand Voices behind me still bitterly damn me For seeking salvation they don't understand

Lord, help me to shoulder the burden of freedom And give me the courage to be what I can And when I am wounded by those who condemn me Lord, help me forgive them; they don't understand

Their lonely frustration, descending to laughter Erases the footprints I leave in the sand And I'm free to travel where no one can follow In search of the kingdom they don't understand

Lord, help me to shoulder the burden of freedom And give me the courage to be what I can And when I have wounded the last one who loved me God, help her forgive me; I don't understand

I grew up rightfully mythologizing Kristofferson's troubled early biography. After a golden childhood and a prestigious initial academic and military career he'd dropped everything and moved to Nashville, a young wife and children in tow, risking everything on a career in music. It took years of poverty and struggle before Kris ultimately pulled it off. But by the time he wrote Burden of Freedom in 71 his marriage was over, he'd failed as a father, his parents had literally disowned him (my own grandmother; his aunt and one of my heroes, did not disown Kris; she support and rooted him every step of the way. Good on you, Gommie.) and he was killing himself with booze.

And you can hear all of that terrifying journey in this simple, aching song. If Bobby McGee is sad, Burden of Freedom is despondent. A big, strong, broad shouldered man, when Kris describes "shouldering" the burden of freedom, he's describing an unimaginable amount of weight. This isn't a guy who misses his lady friend and wants to hum about it somewhere near Salinas; this is a human being buried by guilt and grief. I can hear all of his burden in the words, yes, but they're there in the song's staggering pace as well, in the soulful, pleading delivery.

What's left to write after a song like this? What's left to feel? Too often, after climbing to such a masterfull and unique spot, artists go on to mimic themselves (see just about every song Jay Farrar has written in the last 30+ years). Alternatively, they produce a bunch of second-rate crap (see 95% of Lennon's songwriting in the 70's).

Kristofferson did a lot of all that. He put out increasingly dull cover records with Rita Coolidge (Full Moon is great though; we'll pull that out of the Dollar Bin sometime soon), wrote some perfectly terrible crap with Roger McGuinn, and sunk deeper and deeper in alcoholism, all of which can be heard on his annual 70's records.

But he had one more vitally important thing to say about Freedom, and he said it in 74 on Broken Freedom Song:

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You can hear that this song is the next and final stop on Kris's increasingly despondent Freedom tour. The dirge has resumed, this time in a melody-stealing fashion that Neil Young was busy christening for himself in a studio across town at that very same moment during the Tonight's the Night sessions. Note how the chorus to Broken Freedom Song borrows its initial melody not from the Rolling Stones (as on Young's Borrowed Tune) but instead from Kristofferson's own song The Silver Tonged Devil and I.

And note how Kris walks us through three different lyrically false starts, one for each verse. He's got a song about a traumatized soldier he starts but does not want to sing; then there's another about an abandoned pregnant woman, and he can't do that one either. Finally there's a song about Jesus of Nazareth, which he again abandons within the chorus that follows because, "it ain't no fun to sing that song no more."

At that point Kris had dedicated almost a decade to trying to liberate himself from a life of compromises both personal and artistic; he knew he was killing himself in the process and letting down everyone he loved. And yet he had no choice: whether it was Christ, the Muse, his demons or his own self, something would not let him rest, would not let him settle down and earn a paycheck, live a normal life.

But pursuing that life well lived was just too much for Kris. He couldn't go on facing life as a sex symbol celebrity and husband to a country-pop goddess. Being free in such away, and singing about it, was not working. "It ain't no fun to sing that song no more."

Spooky Lady Sideshow, the album which features Broken Freedom Song, is a total train wreck of a record. Kris isn't enteratainingly drunk on much of it; rather, he's too wasted and miserable to bear. But, in spite of his acknowledged failure in Broken Freedom Song to write and sing a full song about Jesus or anything else worthwhile, he has just enough spirit left to show us that he's not entirely broken.

Take a listen to his cover of Lights of Magdala. Kris may be a step away from dying, but there's still genius within him.

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Hear the band gather around him for the second verse, pleading with Kris to to stick with them, to not give up and become another Hendrix, another Joplin. Hear them express their confidence in him in the fadeout, everyone soaring off on the riff.

They were right. There's a happy ending to all this. Five years after writing that last great song about freedom Kristofferson left Rita, sobered up for good and wound up seizing another 45 years (and counting!) of positive life as a good father, a good husband, a good man. He may not have been free in such a life - every time I've been around him he's been juggling dozens of responsibilities, politely interacting with me among them - but he has been happy.

And I've followed his example, in my own small way: working, husbanding, parenting, living. Thanks to Kris I knew from the start that nothing ain't worth nothing. It's just free.

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Nikolai: Are you okay?

Eden: My stomach hurts.

Nikolai: Want a peppermint?

Eden nods in affirmation, and then laughs despite how he’s feeling. This is classic Nikolai. Somehow, he always knows when a serious response is required or when a peppermint and a reassuring hug will suffice.

Eden has no words to express how much he’s felt the absence of even the smallest things they share. Like one-armed hugs, and Nikolai’s inexplicable fondness for those clear peppermint hard candies, for instance. He has some of them on him pretty much all the time, and he seems to think they can soothe Eden’s less serious hurts and fears.

He’s not wrong about that, though, Eden decides. They can, or maybe it’s the kindness with which Nikolai offers them that does the trick.

Eden takes the candy that Nikolai produces from his pocket, unwraps it, and puts it in his mouth. The taste is both sharp and sweet, and he takes a few seconds to savour it. He smiles.

Eden: Thanks.

Nikolai: Better?

Eden: No, but yeah… I guess, a little? I’m glad you’re with me. I mean, I’m kinda scared of Mr. Nishijima, and I don’t know how to tell him he’s fired without him getting mad. Or without me throwing up from anxiety.

Nikolai: That’s a new development.

Eden: Me being anxious, you mean?

Nikolai: I’ve seen you nervous, but never what I’d call anxious. Certainly never so anxious that you feel sick.

Eden: You don’t know Mr. Nishijima. He has that effect on people.

Nikolai: No, I don’t know him, but I’ve done my homework. Let’s say I probably have more information about him than he has about me.

Eden: You Googled him?

Nikolai: I did more than that. He's an Olympic medalist, you know, and believe it or not, they had video back then. I've watched some old footage. He was quite brilliant, and surprisingly not a powerhouse like Ren Kitagawa. Actually, the way he moved reminded me a lot of you.

Eden: I know they had video back then. It’s kinda hard to believe Mr. Nishijima had a similar style to mine, though.

Nikolai: I’ll show you. We can watch the video together.

Eden: You really did a bunch of research on him?

Nikolai: I had to know who was taking care of my boy, didn't I?

Eden: I'm glad I'm still your boy.

Nikolai: You'll always be my boy, even when we're both older than your Mr. Nishijima and we can barely remember what we did an hour ago.

Eden: *laughing* When you forget my name and you just yell across the room in a creaky old man voice, 'Boy! Come over here and tell me what we did this morning'.

Nikolai: I won't forget your name, but even if I did, I'd never yell at you to make you come to me. I'd just give you the look. You know the one I mean.

Eden: The one you learned from my mom. The one that has the exact same effect as other kids' moms yelling their full name from the back door.

Nikolai: Yes. That’s the one. Works like a charm every time.

Eden: Maybe you can try it on Mr. Nishijima.

Nikolai: Somehow I suspect it wouldn’t have the same impact on him.

Eden: No, probably not. What are we going to do if he gets angry? What if he yells at you?

Nikolai: There’s nothing we can do if he’s angry. He’s the only one who can control how he reacts, and he has every right to be upset. He might not be as angry as you think, though.

Eden: What? How do you know?

Nikolai: Have you ever wanted something really badly and not gotten it, but you got something else instead? A good thing, but not the thing?

Eden: Yeah. Like how I wanted gold at the Worlds last year, but got bronze?

Nikolai: How did you feel about that?

Eden: You know. You were there. I was happy I placed in the top three, but I was also sad and disappointed, ‘cause I worked really hard and I thought I was going to do better.

Nikolai: I might be wrong, but I think perhaps Mr. Nishijima feels a bit like that. I’m sure he wanted to be with Ren all the way to the Olympics, just like you and I are going to be, but he’s not going to have that chance now. Instead, he got you, and I doubt it’s been anything at all like he expected.

Eden: So, I was right. He hates me because I’m not Ren.

Nikolai: I doubt he hates you, but you most definitely are not Ren, and I’m sure he thinks about that a lot.

Eden: Oh. I never really thought about this being hard for him. I was only thinking about myself.

Nikolai: It’s difficult to see things from somebody else’s perspective when you’re hurting.

Eden: Do you think that’s why he’s so awful to me, too? Like, he’s hurting a lot himself, and so he can’t see that he’s hurting me?

Nikolai: I don’t know, but that may be part of it.

Eden: I guess he does have a right to be upset.

Nikolai: Yes, but that doesn’t give him a pass for mistreating you. He may not realize how much he’s actually been hurting you, but he’s got to be intelligent enough to realize you’re not responding to him the way Ren did. Shouting louder isn’t the answer, which he’d know if he’d pulled himself out of his fog of self-pity or whatever it is and taken the time to get to know you.

Eden: Good luck telling him that.

Nikolai: Luck won’t have anything to do with it. What do I always say?

Eden: There is no luck, only hard work, good planning, trust, and the determination to do your best.

Nikolai: Good. All my wisdom hasn’t left you, then.

Eden: All your wisdom is what got us this far. I can’t forget that.

Nikolai: You give me way too much credit. It’s you that got us here. But, my point was, people don’t succeed in this business by luck, and not by bullying and alienating others, either. That’s what I intend to say to Ichiro Nishijima. If he ever wants another student at the same level as you and Ren, he’ll pay attention and keep that in mind.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #snowy escape #sugar valentine #Eden Seong #Nikolai Pavlenko #wearesugarvalentine #stargazersims

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