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lokisprettygirl · 9 months

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 33 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 34

Summary : You go back to Minesotta to see Mrs Geller, You meet an actual Mark Johnson and all the weirdness leads Loki to believe that perhaps there's something going on in this timeline as well.

Warning: 18+, filthy smut , cunnilingus, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), Dalia, Reader needs to seek professional help for her trust issues, topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love,

You were in the hospital at the moment, biting on your fingernails and waiting for the news regarding Mrs Geller, her condition hasn't improved and you were starting to lose hope, you should have been here, maybe she wouldn't have gotten hurt if you were here. You couldn't help but wonder if you caused all of this by messing with your timelines and changing fate.

Your phone started ringing so you sighed and picked it up,

"Darling are you alright?" He asked you softly and you couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice. He wanted to be here with you, he really did and he was ready to risk it all but you convinced him not to do anything that would jeopardize things between him and other Avengers, and it would have been hella suspicious for him to come all the way here for his…Assistant.

"Yeahhh I'm just worried, I think should got to my apartment and come back again after i have slept" you took a deep breath as you said that.

"You did not go there first?"

"No I came here right from the airport" he sighed.

"You need to go get some sleep alright?" He said softly. Last night after he proposed to you and you said yes, just a few minutes later you got a call from your mom that Mrs Geller was in the hospital and your heart almost stopped beating for a second. It's been more than a month since you had seen her last and you missed her terribly, she had been like a motherly figure to you from the past few years.

"Yeahh are you busy?" You asked him so he was quiet for a moment before he answered.

"We are going for a convention darling..i wish you were here, I miss you already" he said softly so you smiled.

"I miss you too baby"

"I'll see you soon. Will convince Thor to take me there after dark, would you want that or you need your space my love?" Your eyes teared up as he said that,

"Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"So considerate all the time"

"Because I love you my sweet princess, you're mine to treat this way aren't you?" Your heart fluttered as he said that.

"I am yours" you said sheepishly and somehow he could picture your face being all warm and giddy, if he was there he'd have kissed the tip of your nose and continued to make you flush that way with his words and kisses.

"Be careful on the way home, alright?" He said to you so you hummed. Once he hung up, you got up to leave but you saw the doctor coming out of Mrs Geller's room so you decided to talk to him.

"Excuse me, how's she doing?" You asked him as he reached closer, he had dark brown hair, he was tall, almost 6 feet but shorter than Loki.

"Are you her daughter? Monica?" He asked you. British accent.

"Uhhh no i am y/n…her neighbor" he finally looked up at you from his clipboard as you said that.

"I'm Doctor Mark Johnson, I performed the surgery on her after–"

You chuckled so he stopped mid sentence and gave you a glare "What amused you?" You looked at him and stopped smiling as he questioned.

"Not just your..Wait, that's your actual name? For real"

"You think you're the first person to mock me for my name?" He said to you sternly, he seemed offended and rightly so.

"Oh Nooo I'm sorry I wasn't mocking you ..it's just..it sounds made up…never mind I'm sorry, what were you saying?" You asked him so he shook his head,

"She's in a coma for now and I can't say for certain whether her condition will improve or not"

Your eyes teared up as he revealed that information and his expressions softened a little because of your reaction.

"You should call her daughter "

"She'll be here soon" you said to him so he nodded.

"Is there any chance she'll be okay?" You asked him so he nodded again,

"Miracles happen all the time, just hope for that" you nodded, a miracle had to happen, you couldn't lose her, not like this, she didn't deserve that.

"Thank you for…uhhh..I'm sorry for the .. chuckling.. I didn't mean to..I was leaving anyways.. byeee" you turned around and bolted out of there before you'd embarrass yourself further in front of him.

How could his name be Mark Johnson? It's true that there were several people on earth with that name but what were the odds that he was someone you would meet?

As you walked inside your apartment you couldn't help but cry from all emotions you were feeling at the moment..you really needed to cry and cry as much as possible because everything that has been happening since you shifted your reality was starting to overwhelm you.

After taking a shower, you made a cup of tea and sat down on the couch, you couldn't deny how good it felt to have your privacy back. You just wished Loki was there with you as well.

After falling asleep on the couch when you woke up it was already 7 pm so you decided to go see Mrs Geller again. As you entered her room you saw Mark so you gave him a smile but he stared at you and went back to fiddling with his clipboard, you still couldn't wrap your head around his name but decided to not dwell on it for now.

Mrs Geller's daughter Monica was there too and as soon as you saw her she walked towards you and hugged you, you two weren't close but everytime she visited her mother all of you hung out together.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered softly as she cried and soon after she pulled away,

"I should have been here, she's getting older and i just –"

"Don't blame yourself, it could have happened anywhere, stop blaming yourself okay? She'll be okay I just know she'll pull through, she's just strong like that" You told her so she nodded.

The fact was, not Monica but perhaps you needed to be here as you were supposed to be, you couldn't help but wonder that if you were here, maybe just maybe her fate would have been different.

"Get some coffee" Mark said to Monica so she nodded and excused herself, you noticed how he was looking at her as she walked out.

"She's single" you bit on your tongue as soon as the words left your mouth.

"I'm sure i didn't ask" he said nonchalantly.

"Rightt" you mumbled in your mouth after digging a huge hole for yourself, all over again "Is she any better?" You asked to change the topic and avoid any further embarrassment.

"Can't say..were you two close? Don't often see neighbors visiting their neighbors like this"

"Yeah we are close..she's like a mother to me" your eyes teared up as you looked at her, you just wanted her to wake up and live the rest of her life, even after everything she had been through when she lost her husband she was still optimistic about life and she always looked out for you.

After visiting her you and Monica went for dinner to a nearby diner, as much as you missed Loki right now and god you missed him alot, it's barely been a day, but you had also missed doing all this normal people stuff, nobody was staring at you and looking for flaws to put you down here.

"Engaged?" Monica asked so you quickly took off the ring Loki had given you after he proposed and put it inside the pocket of your jeans.

"No it's just a ring" you chuckled nervously, you didn't know what to say to her. Did you say yes to getting married? You knew you wanted it with him but this isn't how you expected it to happen, you didn't want him to propose to you just because you felt insecure about yourself.

"Mom is always worried about you" she smiled as she said that you nodded.

"Well there's someone but we are not..engaged...yet"

You didn't even get a chance to tell Mrs Geller about Loki in this timeline, you remembered how happy she was when she met Loki and he gave her the sweater, but that didn't even happen, everything you had been through in the previous timeline never even happened.

When you made your way back to the apartment you called Loki but he was probably busy so you texted him but he didn't respond to that either.

What was he doing? Who was he with? You started to feel awful again as you thought about him being with a woman or Dalia, that man just proposed to you last night and you still doubted that he wanted to be yours forever.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves you then laid down on the couch and dozed off again, it felt good to have the freedom to sleep whenever you wanted. The more serious your relationship got the more insecure you became because your mind couldn't stop asking that one question. When will he finally be done with you?

Around 12 am you heard knocks on your window so you immediately sat up and smiled as you saw Loki on the other side, you ran towards your window and opened it immediately to get him inside, he hugged you as tightly as he could before he cupped your cheeks and kissed you.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were busy" you giggled so he kissed you again, he conjured a bouquet of your favorite flowers and it made you gasp and then he conjured something else, It was a box of cake,

"You don't remember, do you?" He grabbed your hand and walked towards the kitchen counter to put the cake down. It was your birthday, he remembered it even if you didn't.

You kissed him as lovingly as you could at the gesture and after you both were done celebrating you laid down with him on the bed, it reminded you of the old times

"This is the first time I'm celebrating my birthday twice in a year" he chuckled as you said that, he got on top of you and looked in your eyes before he kissed you sweetly.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he caressed your hair with his fingers. He knew how much she meant to you and he was worried about Mrs Geller as well, she was a kind lady and didn't deserve this at all.

"I just want her to wake up and talk to me again, i didn't call her even once in the last month, she must have thought I forgot all about her as soon as I moved away" your eyes teared up so he smiled and caressed your cheek with the pad of his thumb,

"She'd never think of you like that Princess, you didn't have time to even breathe and I know she would understand if she knew. She will wake up and you will talk to her again I promise" you nodded as he said that, you needed assurance even if it wasn't really the truth.

"Lately all I have been doing is complaining about myself, tell me your thoughts, your feelings, I need to know please" he smiled and kissed you again as you said that

"I am alright as long as I have my princess, I don't think I would have been so eager to redeem myself if I didn't have you by my side" your eyes welled up even more so you kissed him passionately, his fingers linked with yours and as soon as he rubbed his thumb over your ring finger you knew the question would follow,

"Took the ring off I see?" He looked confused and slightly worried as he brought your hand up to inspect.

"I want to marry you lo ..i really do, I don't think I would want anything more than that, I never thought I'd ever want to get married because I was pretty sure I'd never fall so deeply in love, with you however I'd do it in a heartbeat But–" you hesitated to speak so he caressed your cheekbones with his fingers

"But?"

"I don't want you to marry me because you think you have to prove your trust or your loyalty to me"

"That's not why I wanted to marry you–"

"I know lo, i know your intentions are always so pure when it comes to me..but I want to let go of my issues and not think of you like that in my worst moments.. I need time for that and I know I'm not there just yet"

He cupped your cheeks as you said that and kissed you, he wanted nothing more than for you to heal from the traumas of your past, he wanted you to put your faith in him completely but he knew a thing or two about traumas, he knew it was never easy and as someone who understood how painful it was for your mind to be suffering that way he knew he'd be patient with you, he knew he would never be annoyed by your suffering because that's just what you'd do for him him as well.

"Alright I understand my little darling, what can I do for you today hmm? It's your birthday, what do you want us to do, though it's happening under unwanted circumstances but we are away from the tower like you had wanted" you smiled as he said that

"I just want to stay here baby ..just me and you like old times" a small smile crept on his lips as you said that, he snuggled his face between your neck and cuddled you like a baby. It's been several nights since you two had gotten the opportunity to be with each other like this, and it couldn't have been better than this, he dreamt of this place often, your tiny apartment and him cuddling with you on this tiny bed.

"I forgot to mention, the guy treating Mrs Geller, you won't believe what his name is" he chuckled as you said that.

"What is it?"

"Mark Johnson, do you remember that name?" He looked at you as you said that.

"That is ..weird i assume"

"Yeahhh I mean in the original timeline we weren't supposed to meet each other until later, do you think we are messing with the time right now and Mark Johnson is like a warning or something?" You asked him and he sighed deeply,

"I don't know darling, if it was supposed to be like that then why did we remember each other? Perhaps Strange messed with the spell but Our lives could have only gone as destined if we had forgotten each other completely but we didn't, i couldn't have left for Asgard leaving you all alone here, you couldn't have married Strange knowing you are in love with me"

"I know but it's just so weird, I felt weird seeing him, do you think the only reason I used that name for you in the previous timeline is because I was supposed to meet him for real in this one?"

"I don't understand what you mean"

"I know it doesn't make sense baby, but what if that is exactly what was supposed to happen to us, like in movies, there's always a time loop right? So what if in this timeline timeline we had done what was meant to happen, like you got back to Asgard, I found Strange and married him, But what if the marriage didn't work out because deep down I was always in love with you even though I didn't remember you? Like a timeloop, and maybe that's the reason why we got married in six months of knowing each other was because the connection between us was undeniable. I know I'm not making sense but I'm trying so hard to explain it" .

"You're trying to tell me that it's a constant loop? That we were supposed to meet years later and aren't supposed to be together right now?"

"Yes ..part of what I'm trying to say..may be we were never supposed to remember each other but we do somehow and that scares me. What if he comes back again and tries to take it all away from us again?" you sighed deeply and he looked as if he was thinking about it too now.

"I won't let it happen darling, this is the correct timeline, it won't make any sense, what would he try to prevent this time?"

"I am so confused, I wish we could have just talked to him but he's not even the witch doctor just yet, is he?"

He shook his head as you said that but he knew where he had to go to find some answers. Doctor Strange would become sorcerer supreme later but there must be one who already exists before him. He had to find the Sorcerer Supreme to find answers.

"I'll try to dig deeper but for now I need you to calm down, can you do that for me?" He asked softly so you snuggled into him. You didn't want to waste this night away thinking about your messed up life.

Your hands snuck inside his shirt and he hummed in response,

"What are you doing?" He asked, there was a sense of mischief in his tone,

"Enjoying my birthday gift" you whispered softly as you unbuttoned his pants and trailed your hand inside to grab his cock, he moaned in your ears before he proceeded to place wet kisses on your neck, his hand snuck inside your pajamas as well and he rubbed his fingers over the fabric of your underwear, he could feel it getting drenched more and more as he continued to touch you intimately.

"Fuck me baby please" you whispered in his ears and he chuckled in a condescending manner.

"Such an impatient little darling" you bit on your lips as he pulled your pants down and underwear at the same time, he grabbed your hands and placed them over your head, his black shirt was unbuttoned but you didn't take it off, he didn't remove your t-shirt either, his mouth latched onto your erect nipples and he gave it a few kitten licks over the fabric itself.

You couldn't stop moaning, everytime you tried to wrap your arms around his neck he grabbed your hands and placed them over your head again.

"Don't make me tie you up sweetheart" a gasp escaped your mouth as he said that

He got on his knees and lowered down his pants, you looked down as he stroked himself slowly with one hand while the other one pushed his hair behind so they were not obscuring his view, there was something about your man just pleasing himself that always made you want to lose all decency. If you had any with him.

Loki moaned at the sight of your open legs and the view of your soaked cunt in front of him.

He brought his other hand down to touch your lips before his fingers found your clit, your back arched at the sensation, it felt too much, he was so sexy you couldn't even believe he was all yours at times.

"So fucking beautiful you are love, look at you..spread them legs wider for me, will you?" his voice came out raspy as he praised you and then commanded you to do something in the same sentence. You felt so shy but it was thrilling as you exposed yourself more to him.

"That's my girl, so submissive" he grabbed your thighs and leaned between your legs,

"Lokiii–" before you could finish your words he already had his mouth on your cunt. Licking, sucking and nipping on your flesh as if you were his last meal. The vulgar sounds that escaped his mouth made you lose all your inhibitions, you grabbed onto the headboard to keep your hands under control because he wanted you on his mercy, he didn't want you to touch him just yet.

He spread your lips wide with his fingers before he licked over and over again, his tongue finally made its way inside your entrance and you couldn't control the sounds that left your throat at the moment, you were so loud but you didn't want to stop.

His tongue moved in and out of your cunt slowly and he couldn't help but keep his eyes on your form. Your back was arched, eyes rolling into your head, your hands clutched the top of the headboard so harshly that he was afraid you were hurting yourself. Best of all, you couldn't stop chanting his name like a prayer, he pressed his nose deeper into your clit to provide more stimulation as his tongue continued to fuck you slowly. He could tell just from your quivering body that you were close but he didn't want you to cum just yet, he wanted you to shatter completely tonight, so he got back on his knees, pulled a condom on and slowly thrusted inside your wet sloppy cunt.

He leaned over you and grabbed your hands to wrap them around his neck as he began to fuck you slowly, you finally opened your eyes and looked at him, his mouth was soaked from your juices so you brought your fingers up and wiped it before you pressed your finger inside his mouth, he sucked on it slowly and moaned at the sweet taste before he kissed you deeply, his tongue played with yours and you could hear the sounds of his balls smacking against your cunt as he fucked you hard and fast but at the same time he was as tender as he could be.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" You smiled as he murmured against your mouth

"So are you my pretty baby..I'm so sorry for hurting you like that all the time" your eyes teared up, you felt overwhelmed, his fingers gripped your hair and he kissed you again before he spoke,

"You hurt yourself more than you hurt me with those thoughts, I just need you to remember how much I love you whenever you are having such horrible thoughts about us"

You nodded as he said that but he wasn't done just yet, he thrusted in and out of you quickly as he continued to speak to you.

"Where else would I find a girl like you, my love? You were made just for me, your heart so kind and accepting to take me with all my flaws, your body is heavenly underneath me and on top of me, your cunt wraps around me perfectly, always so tight and eager for my cock. Your whole existence makes my own existence worth it, it makes me believe in fate and now I know that it wasn't all for nothing, I know every decision I made led me to you and I'd do it all over again, over and over again I'd choose only you because you make my life worth living"

Tears rolled down your eyes as he said that, you pulled him as close as you could without suffocating him and as his cock twitched and he let go, you squeezed your walls around him, the stimulation was all you needed to push over the edge.

Both of your breaths were heavy and bodies sweaty from the mind numbing pleasure, you needed more than a few minutes to recover from this. This is one of the best nights you had with him in the past few weeks and you truly, desperately needed it. He was all you needed and you fell asleep in his arms just like that with his cock still inside you.

However, what you had said though was troubling him a little. Did you two mess with the timeline when you both decided to change the path? He knew you were meant to end up with him, but had you two hurried the process and ruined a few things? What if you were right? What if it's because of that decision Mrs Geller was hurt right now?

What if more such instances will occur in future?

He knew had to find the answers before something worse would happen. That is why he seeked the Sorcerer Supreme to learn more about their situation, however he had a feeling he wouldn't enjoy whatever he was going to find out from her.

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Note : Definitely casting young Courtney Cox as Monica (because duh it's Mrs Geller's daughter 😂)

And I found Mark Johnson as well

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spitxlfields · 2 years

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Writing a Character with DID -- Part 1

I would like to eventually make a big master list, but that takes more organization and thought then I am currently capable of, so I’m going to post these little snippets and then eventually put them into one big post/document.

*Disclaimer -- I am not a doctor, not do I even play one on TV, however I have been officially professionally diagnosed with DID and am undergoing therapy for it. I have done a lot of research on the subject, and am also the expert on my own experience, but there may be times when I get things wrong or word things in a way that unintentionally lead them to be misconstrued.

You cannot tell when someone has DID.

Overt DID is pretty rare. Huge oscillations in accent, affect, clothing choices, etc. in quick succession are the exception and not the rule. This isn’t Clark Kent going into a phone booth and coming out as Superman. Most cases of DID present themselves as covert. However, even in overt cases, most people’s first thought will not be “Oh, this person has DID.”, it will be “Oh, this person is really weird.” You are much more likely to be branded by the average Joe in the street as a rogue theater kid than someone with a dissociative disorder. On that note, when it comes to people noticing changes, most people really don’t care to pay enough attention, and when they do think something is up, the human mind is amazing at brushing it off as literally anything else. There are tons and tons are just weird and wacky people in the world who don’t have DID, who change their looks and likes with every passing fancy because that’s what happens to make them happy. Do you want to know how many times even well before I got diagnosed that I have been called ‘eccentric’? I can’t count that high. Unless you are a trained professional observing a client over an extended period of time you as a lay person cannot tell who has DID.

Specifically looking at the majority of cases that present as covert, you are not going to be able to tell when someone switches. This is not the dramatic eye rolling and head nodding you see on TV. It’s more like several moments of dissociation (hence the name of the disorder), maybe a few blinks of confusion, and then back to whatever they were doing. I think most people have had the experience of walking into a room and completely forgetting what they came in there for. It’s similar to that, but with mild to intense episodes of dissociation and happens a lot more often.

DID is a disorder that specifically tries to hide itself from the host/main fronter. Most people who have DID don’t know they have it, and don’t find out they have it until being professionally diagnosed. That’s not to say that you can’t have an inkling that you have DID and then find out you are correct, but most of the time it’s not until psychiatric intervention (and usually after being incorrectly diagnosed with everything else under the sun). Because DID forms in early childhood, the missing time, the identity alteration, the feeling of lacking an identity, the dissociation, etc. becomes your normal and you don’t notice it. And again, the human mind is really good at making up excuses for itself. Many times, a person isn’t diagnosed or thinks they might have the disorder until they are finally out of the dangerous and trauma inducing situation that they are in and are in a safe space. Upon being in a safe space, sometimes alters will act up or act out because there former ‘job’ has been uprooted.

Too add to all of this, surmising whether or not someone has DID is really gross and literally none of your business. Not only are you making assumptions about a person’s trauma, it is also literally none of your business. It also feels very much like trying to clock someone as trans -- there is not exclusively trans look, and there are no gross details that can tell you for certain that someone has DID. DID is also a highly stigmatized disorder, and openly claiming that someone has it can be detrimental to them. Also did I mention that it’s none of your business. I love to be nebby as much as the next fellow, but you need to learn to draw a hard line.

In conclusion -- if you are writing someone with DID, someone who just met them, or even someone who has known them or awhile, are not going to be able to tell they have the disorder.

#dissociative identity disorder #writing tips #did #osdd #moon knight #moon knight rp #rp

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traitorsinsalem · 2 years

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no problem on reblogging my post again it is by far one of my MOST favorite posts of all time i reaaally popped off when i wrote that. also one thing i didn’t mention there (bc it honestly would have distracted from the point i was making but is important nonetheless) is that making phoenix a random dark skinned poc is actually extremely colorist.

there is no reason he couldn’t be japanese and simultaneously dark skinned. even without making him an indigenous japanese person (which you should not do unless you are part of these ethnicities), even in the most common japanese ethnic group there are tons of people with darker/ tanned skin, curly hair, broad noses and to act like that is somehow not possible, not only is that extremely colorist, but also very racist because a lot of these notions stems from the acceptance of japanese imperialist propaganda.

and the worst part about it is that in the ACE ATTORNEY UNIVERSE they CANONICALLY!!! live in japanifornia, a fictional california that has a very high population of japanese people and japanese americans. there is literally NO REASON that phoenix or any of the other characters could be mixed japanese americans with dark skin. there’s no reason to remove their japanese heritage no reason to even say they aren’t asian, they live in america for generations most likely, it makes perfect sense that they could be mixed.

these fake diversity pilled artactivists™️ have no excuses for making phoenix or any other character a racist colorist caricature other than the fact that they have stage 4 racism disease. and this is concerning because i honestly thing the in game ace attorney universe has more issues with colorism than it does with racism (ranting about this has convinced me to make a post about it don’t worry i’ll explain soon) because even though yes there are racist elements in the aa games (soj worst offender) but there are HUGE colorism elements in EVERY AA GAME!! and it has been soaked up by the naturally racist white members of the fandom and instead of addressing it, they simply just make a cute headcanon about it <3

(sorry for ranting about this but!! fun fact, my phone automatically switched to my chinese keyboard the second i opened your ask box lmfao 🤭🤭🤭)

no like literally what is in the water that's making so many ppl think both that asian ppl can't have dark skin and that edgeworth is white. ANF FOR REAL the ace attorney games have an INCREDIBLY notable problem with colorism especially the later games so dark-skinned asian esp desi ppl projecting on phoenix and trucy are braver than any u.s. marine bc there is rarely an in between of woobifying phoenix (trilogy + 5-6) or calling him gross and greasy and smelly (aj) like wgat is the DEAL!!

like colorism is a ridiculous problem everywhere and choosing to flat-out ignore and never address the colorism in the aa games while making the more aggressive, unintelligent, greasy, etc. ambiguously brown or black in art as a white and/or light-skinned person is weird as hell. and if it rubs me the wrong way as a wasian guy w light skin i can't even imagine how fking tiring this is to u. am looking forward to seeing ur post going into this in more depth bc i'm literally just dumbfounded at the fact that people can even do this and post it on the internet.

also my inbox is a free space for ACE ATTORNEY RANTS u r always welcome here this is the "this fanbase is insane" dropbox. and ur chinese keyboard opening was an omen for my friends bullying me for the way i say 空儿 i feel like the chinese joker rn

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hey-there-ghouls · 2 years

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I know a few people who read ‘For Whatever We Lose (like a you or a me)’ follow me over here, and there’s been a weird (but lovely) uptick in traffic on that fic so I wanted to post a little update:

The penultimate chapter is about 87% done. I wanted it finished by the time Ghost Files came out on Friday but may not hit that deadline because....

My keyboard is busted custard!

I had a moment of madness where the space bar kept sticking and thought I’d pull it off and clean underneath it. Macs being what they are, I now can’t reattach it and have been waiting for it to be repaired - but I’ve also been recovering from a small medical procedure so it’s been sliding down my priority list.

I’ve been trying to type the chapter on the busted keyboard, but the spacebar sensor is tiny so most of my sentences endup likethis if I don’t hit the exact spot. I’ve also been typing it on my phone, but I am well out of the age range of my zoomer counterparts who write this way, and I’ve been struggling to maintain any speed with this.

HOWEVER I have come up with a solution - my work set-up has a keyboard I can pair with my laptop so hopefully I should crack through this last little bit soon. It probably won’t be in time for the premier but hopefully very soon.

Now, if you’re read this far, here’s a little preview:

Shane scoffs. “As if you need an excuse to start talking about aliens.”

“Listen here, Mister ‘I believe in Bigfoot but turn my nose up at aliens’ –”

“He’s meat and–”

“Meat and bone, yeah, yeah. I know, you’ve told me,” Ryan waves his free hand at Shane, close enough to brush his fingers up the profiler’s shirt. “Now this is no San Luis Valley Watchtower, I’ll grant you that, but Colorado has a long history of sightings. From the Conquistadors back in the 1500s to Senator Sam T. Taylor in 1955, lots of credible reports.”

Shane frowns, “Isn’t that guy who wanted to build a hydrogen bomb factory in the middle of the state?”

“We’re not going to hold that against him.”

“Oh, we’re not?”

“No. So.”

#this is for one person in particular #and also my dear anon commenter from this morning who begged me to write faster #i'm trying my friends but it's like trying to type on a seesaw

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finsterhund · 1 year

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So our neighbor drove us to the car and it was nowhere near as badly stuck as I thought. It wasn't even a "ditch" he just drove off the plowed area. Literally he just drove off the plowed area. No ditch. Here I thought he went down like a ten foot drop or something. Nope. He drove off the road at a place that in the summer would be an empty grassy field next to and level with the road but because it's winter there was some piling of snow there. So I'm thinking "alright give me an hour"

But then I didn't even get a minute before he decided to give up on having it be dug out and made me leave it. I'm actually pissed off about that. All I needed to do was break some ice with the metal shovel and dig away a couple meters lengthwise of five feet deep of snow away from the back wheels and then he could have backed out. Maybe I'd have to dig some of the front free. Maybe I'd have to dig a space in the front free to push. Maybe. But nooooOOOOOooOOooooo 😞

He got money to help him out afterwards so in the end the issue is being resolved but I'm just so pissed off at how he just didn't want to bother (and a couple of random dudes in a pretty shiny new but ultimately flimsy looking designer truck who drive past agreed with him) were like "you're never gonna get that out" motherfucker I could have done it. And then that money he got to pay for the tow truck he could have given to me as reparations for giving him extra money each month. In our neighbor's car he was going on about how he paid the internet so he couldn't afford to pay his phone bill and I'm just sitting here thinking like "where the fuck did the money I gave you for the internet bill go?????"

I spent more time getting prepared to go out to dig the car out than I did digging it out. I made a basic pack with a sweater in case my jacket got too hot and shit. I asked another neighbor to borrow their snow shovel so that he could have maybe helped me dig. Gah.

Idk maybe I'm just built different but it wasn't that bad and I'm mad we're wasting hundreds of dollars getting a tow truck and they'll have to put up those stupid things to close the lane which also costs money and shit. When I could have just dug it out. Because it wasn't in a ditch at all. It's like digging out your own driveway because the snowplow doesn't take the snow from your driveway. I digress. Maybe I'm wrong and it's totally stuck and can't move and there's too much snow to dig out. My body is literally made to work under these conditions and only these conditions.

I suppose I should be grateful I get to rest and didn't have to work but maybe I just have a better work ethic than people give me credit for. Who fucking knows. I'm tired and I didn't even get to do anything I'm just tired because I'm depressed and miserable and understimulated.

Also Canada post stopped delivering yesterday because "it's too cold" man what in the fuck. "Too cold" 😒 I should try to force people to accept my "too hot" as a valid excuse when it's summer and I'm at a serious risk of heatstroke then. How come people who can't handle the cold get to be big babies but everybody is an asshole to me for not being able to handle heat? If I have to have one more person be weird about how I'm wearing shorts this season I am going to lose it. My body is hotter than the surface of the fucking sun do you think I would be wearing shorts this time of year if I DIDN'T prefer it? Do you think someone is forcing me to wear shorts? Aashhjhghhhhhhhh

Time to go lie down and try to calm down time I guess

#text post #negative #long post

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imightgetbetter · 1 year

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Mother, I hope your work is going good and that your having an epic poggers time.

I am wiritng to you, dearest bestie;

Because I seem to have gained followers from the 2 fics I posted, and I do not know how to do the socials of the media. I expected no one to see them like when you post shitty warrior cats fiction on wattpad (no I never did that, I posted anime smut)

I am both enamoured with the idea of people liking my writing and also petrified that they are living people because that means there are expectations. I do not know how to deal.

Do you have any advice on how to not let the weird feeling of needing the validation of Internet peole drown you?

Sincerely, Ambrose (a very drunk anxious bean)

Excuse the victorian esque language it made me giggle so I just did it

whew, so, my dearest friend, i unfortunately did exactly what you’re trying not to do. that’s actually why i started this blog, because i wanted to have a fresh start with people who don’t expect anything from me or of me. i didn’t feel pressured to write ten thousand word stories to get ten notes (this actually happens on my other blog). i think what’s changed with this blog is a few things:

a) i only write when i want to and when i’m inspired; b) you all don’t know me and you don’t claim to, there’s a level of distance even though we’re friends and you respect that i have a life outside of this blog; c) you don’t expect more from me! if i only write a thousand words that’s okay! i don’t beat myself up for that anymore.

i genuinely think that you should stop writing or posting when it becomes something you HAVE to do rather than what you want to do. there are times when i even feel myself feeling overwhelmed by the amount of messages you all send (not in a bad way! i’m just really not used to people talking to me all the time about things i write and say) and when that happens i just close my phone and do something else. sometimes that’s all you can and should do.

i think if you’re excited and feeling good, then keep writing! there’s not enough writers in this space and it’s great to have new content and different perspectives. if you ever feel overwhelmed, just take a break!

#asks #writing asks #i’m just hanging with my friends online

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ismilecauseimpeachy · 2 years

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Word Vomit—

It’s hard to push away intrusive thoughts..

Tonight it’s things like “was I just good for your ego?” You loved talking about how big your ego was and nothing could make it bigger…so was I just a good time for you..? You didn’t tell me much about yourself but the things you did….I should have known I was going to get hurt.

“We’re just in two different places”

Which also means, I saw this being serious and you just saw me as..what…sex? I think I could have been fine with that if I didn’t ask multiple times if you wanted it to be casual…

You said you were going with the flow but also sent me chocolates at work and I met all your family. Which you specifically pointed out that, that meant something and all your attention was on me and you weren’t talking to anyone else. But you would sent me extreme cleavage only pictures and it made me happy obviously until I realized you made it public for everyone else too..as if asking for compliments or at least keeping it open for people to make comments. Being single for 2 years makes me think you are either scared of commitment or you just enjoy being single so you can do whatever you want. Which is completely great and I’m all for that, if you were just upfront about it..

You make a girl feel so secure with you, “That’s how you feel I would never judge that” but when I expressed insecurities or simple communication you shut me down and then threw things back in my face which was extremely hard for me to even say. You knew that.

Which I’ve said most of these things to you and you disregard it all and just stick with “when I’m with my kids I never have my phone” except you post videos and pictures but can’t take 2 seconds to respond to me, which I’ve said before I didn’t care if I didn’t talk to you the whole day if you just checked in and acknowledged my existence considering we were dating or at least doing what people do while dating and not talking to anyone else.

You never tried to hear me. You never tried to see anything from my point of view. It was always how you perceived things and that was the only way. Not that I could be validated in how I was feeling or that you could be causing anything. It was always defensive responses. “It was me acting weird, it was me being different, it was me giving space.” Nothing was ever you. It was me.

You wouldn’t post anything of you and me unless we were in a group. I always took our pictures and showed you off. Your friends would say “your girl” and that surprised me because you never led on to how you felt. You made such an effort to impress my parents…I just don’t get it.

It had to be all excuses though. You either want to do whatever you want when you want, or you’re scared of commitment, I agree with focusing on your kids. I am such a huge supporter of kids come first and the fact I find you being a mom extremely attractive but to always use your kids as an excuse to why you can’t give me a second of your day to say hi or anything is wild. It would make sense if I hadn’t of met them, but I did multiple times and I adored them just as much as I did you. And it scared you.

It actually pisses me off that I let you in to hurt me like this and even though I’m hurting I just keep thinking “what or who hurt her so badly she can’t accept someone wanting her, or wanting to be with her”

She plays a good front. But maybe that’s all it is. Maybe she never gave a shit and it was all just a good front. Fuuuckk me.

You made me think it was going really well and you really liked me too but then it shifted and shifted hard and idk what happened but it slowly broke my heart because I knew it was coming and now I’m left feeling like this. Stupid, foolish, still feeling this fucked up shit for you and I can’t sleep. If I sleep it’s you I see. I vent through posting quotes….you look at ALL of them. Why. You either care or you don’t. You can’t care from a distance especially when it’s simply just checking in on me.

When you messaged me that first time i almost didn’t respond, I was scared to let someone in again…but I was drawn to you. And now..I just want to forget you.

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femroman · 2 years

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Rava. Hey. Uh, my dad's... My dad's in the hospital. Yeah, he had, Idon't know... I don't know what. But, uh... Yeah, I don't know if he's gonna be okay. It's... Yeah. So... I don't know. I'm here with Jess. We're just trying to get there. What the... Can we just find a way around the traffic, man? Just figure it out. Please! Where's the ICU? (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (HEART MONITOR BEEPING) What's the situation? Can somebody... Excuse me. They're working on him. What is this part of the hospital? I mean, is this the best section? Uh, excuse me? Doctor, is this the best part of the hospital? Sorry. You know, we just, we need to know. The ICU is the ICU. This is the best place for him. Is this where you would take your father? I'm sorry. Can the team have some space? Please? Hey, here's an idea. Why don't you worry about the medicine, not the fucking feng shui? Let's let the gentleman do his job. -DOCTOR: Thank you. -Come on. -Let's do this for Dad. Come on. -Thank you. Sorry. (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) Do they know who we are? -I don't know. -Are they sandbagging us? -Do they know who he is? -I don't know. -Shall we call Mom? -SHIV: What? No. There's like a million people to call. She'd probablyjust make it about herself, anyway. Oh, come on. Your mom's a maniac, she's not a monster. Folks, we need you to wait through there, please. Yes. Hi. I'm sorry. We're getting mixed messages here. We have no clue what's going on. We will be with you as soon as we have an assessment. Okay, well, that's not good enough. We need to know what's happening. Now. The socio-economic health of multiple continents is dependent on his well-being. "The socio-economic health of multiple continents"? (DOOR OPENS) Kendall. Everyone. We have an area we can go to. They'll keep us posted. (KENDALL GROANS) KENDALL: So, look, take me through what happened exactly. Uh, I don't know, exactly. It was weird. It happened fast, we were just sitting there... SHIV: We were just talking. ...we were talking, Shiv kind of started -hard-balling Dad... -I wasn't hard-balling him. A brain hemorrhage doesn't come from some chit-chat, asshole. So it's definitely a brain hemorrhage? Is that what they said? ROMAN: Somebody said that, right? -Somebody said hemorrhage? -Or stroke? I... -ROMAN: The ambulance... -A stroke is a hemorrhage. -It is? -Yes. Did someone say "hemorrhage," or is itjust us who said it? It could be an aneurysm. Why aren't we chasing this? chhase. CONNOR: Hey, uh, is there any... Did Dad ever talk to any of you guys about cryogenics? You're insane. Look, I don't want to be given the runaround by Dr. fucking SUNY Purchase Medical School here. We need to know who the top players are, okay? Who's the top dog in this hospital? Have you talked to Dad's neurologist? Kendall, stop acting like the king of the hospital. We're all trying to do our best, so just fuck off. I'm on it. Okay? According to this, it sounds like a stroke, but it could be an acute subdural hematoma. Great. Get in there and operate, Dr. Google. CONNOR: He once talked to me about cryogenics. What? Wouldn't thatjust be typical? All the other billionaires are strolling around in new bodies, but not Dad, because we were too embarrassed to actually discuss it. KENDALL: He didn't talk to you about cryogenics. -Yes, he did, Kenny. -You talked to him about cryogenics because you're obsessed with cryogenics. -I'm not really, Kendall. -And what he didn't tell you, -and what I'm telling you now... -Yes? ...is that you are an idiot. Sticks and stones, Kenny. Yeah, I know. And on his birthday, too? It's so shitty. MARIANNE: (ON PHONE) So, what’s happening now? Are you staying at the hospital? I guess. I mean, I think I've got a job, but I don't know. Logan said I did, but Marcia was the only one to hear it, so... And then he tragically, you know, like, whatever. Well, what sort of job? Is it a good job? I don't know. Like, could be anything. And I have, like, 20 bucks left. The world is so fucked up. I am not sending you any more money, Greg. -Step up. -I'm not asking you to send me... Look, just make sure about the job. All right? -Hey. -Yeah, I know. Hey, do you have cash? Oh. Yeah, uh... -No, just my last $20. -That's fine. Thanks. Um... -I just got mugged by Shiv. -(VENDING MACHINE WHIRRING) NARRATOR: (ON VIDEO) Born in humble circumstances in Dundee, Scotland, shortly before the outbreak of the Second World War, Logan Roy grew up in poverty, but died one of the richest and most powerful men in America. His widowed mother took the decision... KENDALL: It's an ATN obituary. They want us to okay it in case they have to run it. Is it nice? I mean, it's made by his own news division. Doesn't say he was a prick. CONNOR: I know you're busy. I know. -You want to watch it? -No. (CONNOR SIGHS) I would really love to see you. Yes, it's appropriate. It could hardly be more appropriate. Okay? Yeah, okay. Okay, good. -Hey, Jess? -Mmm-hmm? There's nothing in here about our mom. Or Connor's. They need to be included. Yeah. Um, PJ says Aziz Kahn at Mayo Clinic is the best there is. Sarah says Ann Wieman at NYU. Ann Wieman? Is that... That's not who I have. Well, it's the name I have. Can you tell Sarah to give her a call? Sure. -SHIV: Hey, Roman. -Uh, do you have regular? SHIV: No, I've got... Now I'm strapped. Was there any change at all? CONNOR: Oh, hey, you guys. SHIV: What? Could I have the change? What is this? Already? People are sending shit already? It's from Lawrence Yee at Vaulter. Call him and tell him that is not fucking appreciated. JESS: Mmm-hmm. -Kendall, I'm so sorry. -Thank you, Gerri. Can you give me five? We need to talk. Over here, okay? Obviously the nominating committee, the board, has a plan in the event of Logan's incapacitation. Sorry, do I need to hear this right now? You do. In the event that we, uh, continue on our trajectory of his current consciousness, we're gonna need to announce a plan by around 6:30, before the markets open, in order to avoid a lot of funky chowder. Did you say "funky chowder"? -We've set up down here. -What have you set up? Well, you're gonna want a place to just be, and chill, you know. Um, we talked to some of the trustees of the hospital, so everybody knows who's who. Yeah. It's not a war room yet, but... -But if we need one, it's available. -Yeah. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) KENDALL: Jesus. Uh, so, there's a bathroom through there. -Hi, Karolina. -Hi. Thank you, guys. So, I have Dewi and Asha from the nominating committee on the line. Kendall's here, and you're on speaker, guys. DEWI: So sorry to hear about the news. ASHA: Likewise. As you know, our standing plan in the event of Logan's absence, (CLEARS THROAT) is to separate his CEO and chairman roles. DEWI: You'll become acting CEO, Frank stays on as COO. We’ll need to act fast. Stabilize the stock price. Dewi? Dewi? I'm sorry. My dad is my focus right now, okay? GERRI: Of course, it'sjust that, um, there's a problem in terms of the optics if what happened earlier today between you two gets out. I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. Sure. Well... DEWI: And then, there's the problem with Frank. As in? Logan fired him and promoted Roman. Roman? (SIGHS) Jesus. Look, I'm sorry, (STUTTERS) I can't get into this right now, guys. No, no, of course. You are in no fit state. But here's my take, okay? My dad got sick today, right? I don't know, I mean, nobody knows when he started acting out of character, but, like, he didn't seem great from the morning on, and there's no paper on any of the moves made today. Right, Gerri? Uh... Nothing meaningful. KENDALL: Yeah, it was words. Words are just, what? Nothing. Complicated air flow. So... I mean, if I was saying what actually happened today, it would be nothing. Well, that certainly makes things simpler from our point of view. Do you think you can get the family behind it? Yes. And Frank? Sure. (DOOR CLOSES) Dude, can't wejust talk here? ROMAN: You know Connor's invited Willa down? Ugh. What? Here? What's the deal with their deal? Uh... Unlike me, he has no sense of boundaries. -SHIV: What the fuck? -It's stale, but it's empty, I think. -Hello? -You wanna do a play? No, um, Ijust wanted to... I've been thinking that maybe this might be really tough on Marcia. Yeah, you're thinking that? What, will she put all her inheritance into gold or oil? No, Ijust... No, |... (SIGHS) Look, I know that, like, the trust only comes into play if certain things happen. SHIV: (CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, he's dead, or brain dead. Yeah, but I was thinking, like... Wouldn't it be nice for Dad to wake up and for all of us to have signed, like he wanted? You know, like a nice gesture? And if he doesn't wake up, we've basically signed over to Marcia the power to choose the new dad. So... Okay. SO, for the record, you are declining to sign on the change of trust? -For the record? -Yeah. What the fuck is this, McCarthyism? I'm not declining, I'm just not... I'm not "clining." What the... Okay. No. Okay, just, you know, thatjust seems very shitty under the circumstances. What circumstances? Well, you did make her husband's brain explode. -Fuck you, man! -Ow! -(GASPS) Fuck you... -Wait, stop it! -Stop it! -You shit! ROMAN: What, are you fucking insane? (BOTH GRUNTING) -No!No! -(SHIV SHRIEKING) SHIV: Get off! He... He doesn't deserve this. It's just so unfair. He's a great man. He, like, let me come to his birthday lunch. And he offered me a job. Right? He doesn't deserve this. And so, if there's anything that I can do, let me know. -Actually, there is something. -Okay. Can you go to the apartment and get his bed things and slippers? The ones with the dark checks. You don't mind? No, no. I'd be respectfully, uh, somberly willing. Thank you. -Now? -Please. Okay. All right. Marcia, we can get Colin or the driver to go and get his things. (WHISPERS) I don't need this fly buzzing in my face. Slippers, slippers, slippers, slippers, slippers. (SOFTLY) Yeah, don't fuck it up. Fucking long legs. Greg! -Hey, I need a favor from you. -What's up? Um, Dad had some papers he wanted us to sign, and they're in some envelopes. Just pick them up at the house, and bring them. -Yeah. Um, where are the papers? -Yeah. They're in the house somewhere. They're just in envelopes. They're just in the house. You got it? -Okay. Iwas imagining... -You're fucking tall. This is hurting my goddamn neck. I have to go, okay? Just find the papers, and bring them back. Papers, and... They're gonna be just... I am so done with this conversation. -Just handle it, okay? -All right. Yeah. DOCTOR: Better not fuck this one up. I don't want Logan Roy's newspapers going through my trash cans. (MACHINE WHIRRING) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (SCREAMING ON VIDEO) -Oh, my God! We've killed... -MAN: Logan. We 're bastards! Turn that off. Roman, no. Turn it off. -Oh, my God! We've killed... -Logan. We 're. .. What are they saying? Just rumors, you know. He was taken to the hospital, some of Twitter says he's dead, and also a good deal of rejoicing at our father's potential demise. Can we find out who these fuckers are and, like, report them? Orjust, like, screen grab their shit. -Okay. -So we know? Yeah? CONNOR: So, I don't know where Kendall is, but... Hi. Really sorry, you guys. Thanks, Willa. Why don't we sit over here. There's Ken. That's gross. ROMAN: Hey. News is out. KENDALL: Okay, right. Well... So, um, listen. I don't even want to think about this, but I just spoke to the nominating committee, and... The thing is that the plan is to announce that I take over from Dad. -Well, no. -Excuse me? -What do you mean? -I mean we're waiting for the results of the scan. It's a pointless conversation. Okay, well, let's talk about it. I can't talk about it. I'm upset. Hey! I'm upset too. Not too upset to go and fucking plot with the suits. Fuck you! Okay? I could hardly hear them for the blood rushing in my ears. SHIV: Isn't there a plan anyways? Like... Yes, there's a plan. That's what I'm fucking telling you. The plan is that Frank and I will take over... -Frank was fired, so... -SHIV: Yeah. (STAMMERS) Okay. Well, I mean, let's discuss, and just see where we are, right? I'm not doing this. If Dad dies, I don't want to be talking about this shit when he dies. He won't die. GREG: Yeah, this is great. Thank you. Hey, man. Uh, sorry, I'm really sorry, but I don't have any money for the cab. I'm sorry, sir. Do I know you? Yeah, I was here a little earlier. I got assaulted a little in there. Um, so can you pay for the cab, please? She was supposed to call, but maybe she didn't because there's an emergency happening. Sir, I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. Um... Okay, so he's not gonna lend me the money. So I don't know, um... You know, pretty much, he owes you your money. DRIVER: He owes me the... You better give me the money, dude. You guys need to work this out for yourselves, because basically one of you guys hasn't got $14, okay? (CELL PHONE RINGING) Yes, ma'am. Hello, Mrs. Roy? (SOFTLY) Knock-knock. Thank you. (EXHALES) I'm so sorry. It's so weird. I actually like hospitals. Lots of people don't, but they're safe. The weird thing for me is that I was, well... I'd been intending to talk to Logan, you know, and make a proposal, a very decent proposal, to Shiv. Actually been meaning to ask for his blessing for a while, but now, it's very difficult. You need to find the right time for these conversations. Right. The weird thing I'm thinking now is, do you think Logan would still like to be asked? You know? I mean, I know he can't reply, but would he appreciate the gesture if he was told about it later? Or even in the case... In the case of the worst case, would it have been nice to have asked his body? REPORTER: (ON VIDEO) Rumors continue to circulate about the health of... Hey, hey. Uh, they're ready. They have the results. Okay. Fuck. Is he okay? Yeah. Yeah. He'll be fine. He's probably in there eating a fucking chicken bucket and yelling at someone. He's had a hemorrhagic stroke, a bleed in the deep right hemisphere that put pressure on the thalamus and the brain stem, and that's what caused a loss of consciousness. So, what, do you operate? We don't do that with deep bleeds, especially in older patients. -He's not an older patient. -Dude, hejust turned 80. But physically, he's, like, still in his 70s, and he's in great shape. The evidence is that operating in situations like these isn't worthwhile. So, then, what do you do? You can't do nothing. Well, we will carry out regular observations, and hopefully we'll see some improvement soon. That's not good enough. Right, Dr. Judith? That's... It's an excellent department. Well, thank you for your input, but you'll understand if we check out our options. My assistant's been in touch with Ann Wieman at NYU, and we might move Dad there. No. He stays here. He gets better here. Well, we can discuss. -We'll discuss and get back to you. -No. No discussion. I am his next of kin. I am his proxy. I am in charge. Thank you. Good. Well, we'll move Logan to a suite in Greenberg. I'll show you the way. I'm sure you have some questions. Feel free to ask me on the way up. (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) -l'm sorry, Ken. -Thanks for coming over. Okay, so look. We don't know what's going on. He could be fine, he could not. Either way, he's not gonna be back tomorrow, so long story short, will you carry on as COO, step up on the board... -Become acting chairman. -Yes. -No. -What? (SCOFFS) He fired me, Ken. He... I... Look, I don't know if he even knew what he was saying. -If his brain was working. -His brain was working fine. Well, whatever else, there's no proof, legally, -that yesterday even happened. -That's not the problem. -So what's the problem? -I don't want to be chairman. I am just an attendant lord, here to swell a scene or two. What the fuck does that mean? Come on, don't do that. We could do great things together. FRANK: Mmm-hmm. So what do you need, Frank? (CHUCKLES) A jazillion dollars in unmarked bitcoin. I don't have a price, Ken. -Frank, I don't understand. -We'll talk. There's a lot of mess to be cleaned up, Kendall, but you can do it, son. You can. And there's nothing I can say to change your mind? (SIGHS) I'm sorry about your father. And good luck, Kenny. (ENGINE STARTS) (DOOR OPENS) I told Greg to bring the change of trust. -What? -And when he does, I think we should sign it. I'm not doing anything without my lawyer present. Okay. Well, I'm going to sign it, I'm getting Connor to sign it. It's gonna make you look pretty fucking heartless when you don't. Don't give me a fucking scary look. You hit me, Iwill fuck you up. (THUDS) -Ah. -Fuck. -Yeah. God, you're so annoying. Shut up. (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (LINE RINGING) (CELL PHONE RINGING) -Hello? -SHIV: Greg. Hey. Did you find those contracts Roman asked for? Uh, I... Yes, Igot them. -Oh, I think you have the wrong ones. -Uh, okay. Um... Right. What... What Shall I do? (CHUCKLES) Look, there's a lot of confusion. 'Cause if you have any doubt, maybe you can't find them, and that might be simplest. But if I do, 'cause I think I have the right ones here. They have... Don't bring them in. Did he change his mind? No. I'm just telling you. Don't bring them in. Okay. Okay. All right, I get it. So, who’s the... Like, what's the chain of command here? Are you the more senior sibling? Greg, it's simple. This is a favor I'd like you to do for me, and I'd like you to be discreet. You stay for a while, you can't find them, you come back. Okay? -Okay. -Thank you. This is better. KENDALL: Uh... Look, so, I know you don't want to talk about this. I'm just informing you, Roman as a board member and Shiv as a shareholder, I'll be taking temporary charge as CEO and chairman. Frank is not interested in the position at present. No. I'm sorry, but even if we were talking about this, which we are not, it wouldn't necessarily be you. I'm sorry, then who the fuck would it be? I don't know. Anyone. It could be me. (KENDALL CHUCKLES) Are you insane? Dad made me COO. Uh, I don't think so, dude. Dad wasn't thinking straight. I think he was. -You? The Chief Operating Officer? -Yup. I mean, if that wasn't a Sign he was loco in the coco, I don't know what is. Well, I don't see it that way. Come on. It was a negotiating position, Rome. He was fucking playing you to get you to sign the change of trust. Do you even know what it fucking involves? I mean, he conked out mid-game. Are you calling me a dipshit? No. I love you, man, but you're not a serious person. All right, fuck you. He's alive, you're not the fucking boss. All right! Come on. Let's not throw shit around. Look, we're in the middle, so let's just sit tight. No sudden moves. Well, we need to move. The markets are gonna want to know who's behind the wheel. We need to control the narrative. "Control the narrative." You probably yell that when you cum. "Oh, control the narrative! Oh, control it. "Control the narrative!" (GROANS) Fuck you. We're in a hospital. Everyone knows. We have to say something. No. Actually, we don't. 'Cause no one knows how serious it is. So we don't have to say anything. Actually, we do. The SEC. There are rules, there are laws. Oh, no! The law! Well, we can't break the law. SHIV: Hey, Karolina? Has a CEO ever been out of action and people haven't been told? Um... Not that I can think of. -There was Apple, but that... -Right, but if we wanted to drag our feet on this, until we figure the moves. Well, once we do know, there's a duty to shareholders to let people... Yeah, but I don't know what we know. I mean, this could be an allergic reaction. -It could be the flu. It could be... -Oh, come on. Look at the fucking orchids. This is out there. It's like we're being held hostage in the Honolulu airport. But if we wanted to say something, you know, other than... It's called a lie, Shiv. When you say the thing that's not, that's a lie. We'll need to make a holding statement. Of course, I'm open to your suggestions on how to finesse it. Perfect. We'll make a decision and get back to you shortly. Okay. (DOOR CLOSES) REPORTER: (ON TV) Logan Roy, CEO and chairman of Waystar Corporation... (SIGHS) So, what do you think I do? Well, I don't know. What did she say? Roman said bring in the papers, Shiv said don't bring in the papers. Well, I guess you need to decide which one of them is more important. I guess Roman's in the company, but Shiv seems like, I don't know, more bossy. All right. Well, can you just take some of the papers? Plus, I don't know about these slippers. Like, they're all plaid. Does "checked" mean plaid? 'Cause then there's gingham, there's tartan. It's like a crisscrossed fucking minefield. MARIANNE: Oh, fuck the slippers, Greg. You have to strategize. I'm trying to strategize, Mom, with you. But you won't strategize. (CELL PHONE BUZZING) (GRUNTS) Hey. What's up, Kendall? You mix me up with your sponsor? Listen, I'm just calling to issue a reminder. Your pecker's in my pocket, okay, Dickless Dickleby? You do what I say. Let others say what they want, but we stay dark. You get me? No reporting on what went down yesterday, the turmoil. Well, I can do whatever I want, because Vaulter and our satellite sites have editorial independence. As set out in that piece of paper you signed. You know what that piece of paper is to me? Nothing. Okay? I'd jerk off on that paper and send it to you as a greeting card. Simon says, "Mum's the word. " Motherfucker. Hey. Sorry to bother you so late. Hey, let's put something together about the Roy family shitshow. SHIV: So, and I don't want to get into this, but maybe we should just cut off the whole Kendall CEO thing so that it doesn't get painful. Well, I mean, I'm not looking for it, but I guess I'm already COO, so one more step... It's not gonna be you. -Because? -Come on. -I don't know what that means. -Yes, you do. Well, it doesn't matter who does it. It's just temporary, so anyone will do. Yeah, sure. Anyone. -Tom. -Tom? (LAUGHS) Okay, fine. Karl. (EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST) ROMAN: Prick. -Eva? -Mmm. Cunt. Okay. SO, who? Someone Dad trusts. But Dad doesn't trust anyone, except Frank, and he fired Frank for shits and giggles. -Gerri? -(EXCLAIMS) I don't love Gerri. -But I don't hate Gerri. -So, Gerri. I'll talk to her. (GERRI EXHALES) So, Gerri. How you doing? Oh, I'm fine. This is where they brought Baird, so it's a little... Bahd? Yeah, Baird. My husband. Shiv's godfather? Oh, does he, um... With the tortoise? -Yeah. -Fuck, yeah, of course. -How is he? -He's dead. I know. I know. I remember. You... So, Gerri, just wanted to say thanks for captaining us through this shitstorm. Um... You do a good job, Gerri, you, uh... You're, um, a real good job-doer. I suck at the whole corporate flirt thing. You know, Ijust... I like to lube up and fuck, you know. -Okay. -Okay. So, um... For me and Shiv, the whole Kendall thing doesn't work. So we were thinking, general counsel, you know where the bodies are buried. You probably buried them yourself. (GIGGLES) So, you would have the family's support to step in and take the reins. Oh, that's a very generous offer, but I'm going to have to decline. Um... Okay. Can I ask why? Why I don't want the job that makes your brain explode? Okay, but, um... Uh... (CHUCKLES) Gerri, excuse me, but I've always thought of you, and I mean this in the best possible way, as a stone-cold killer bitch. Who says you don't know how to flirt? (TEXT MESSGAE CHIMES) Okay. Hey. Can I get a moment alone with you, do you think? -l... -Hey, have you seen this? I'm so sorry about your father. Thank you. Would you give us a minute? Yeah. -Thanks, Willa. -Mmm-hmm. Tom, would you mind? Come on. I'm not the same as her. Ken. (SIGHS) Vaulter's running a story about how the company's in turmoil. Don't we own him? (SCOFFS) "Shit Show at the Fuck Factory"? Yeah. Uncertainty, discord. That is not a good story. "Family gets behind other member of family," that's a good story. Oh, fuck them. I mean, when Jobs was dying, Apple didn't say anything. We're in a hospital, Shiv. Everyone knows. We can'tjust prop him up and wave his hand and say he's fine like they did in the Politburo or Weekend at fucking Bernie 's. I like the sound of that, though. (SIGHS) Look, you can't put a value on a human life, except in our case, you rather precisely can, because when trading opens tomorrow, we're gonna drop like a stone. The only question is, what's the bottom? I think I'm the best option. I just want to say that if you need me to go get sandwiches or coffee, or step up from Regional Parks and run North America, I can and I will. And that's just an offer on the table... -Fuck off, Tom. -Fuck you, Kendall. -Don't talk to Tom like that. -It's okay. It's fine. I was about to be announced. I mean, how can I not be the logical choice? Because you were about to be announced, Ken, and then you weren't. I mean, the only thing we know for certain, like, for absolute certain, tonight, is that Dad didn't want you running the company. So if there was a list of seven billion people on this planet that Dad would choose to be boss, we know you would be last. Dad fired you, man. No, he did not fire me. He said it was just gonna take a little longer. But he said that to be nice. What I think he meant to say was that he wished that Mom gave birth to a can opener, because at least then it would be useful. You're a dick. -That's. .. -Too far? Look, the board are offering this to me. I don't actually need your backing. CONNOR: Yeah. -You actually really, totally do. -I think you do. Yeah. Without it, after what Dad did to you, I mean, we could probably take any appointment to court. Jesus, Shiv, we're talking about court now? Fuck you! I didn't even want to talk about this, remember? Look, what do you have against me? -Nothing. -Nothing? Oh, you want me to actually say? Yes, I do. You lack killer instinct, you're wet, you're green, -you're intellectually insecure... -Bullshit. ...you're not emotionally strong enough, -you have addiction issues... -That's enough! I don't think all that, I'm just trying to be Dad's voice. Bravo. It was an excellent impression. I just want to say I'm not getting involved. -KENDALL: Good. -But Shiv's right. I'm not saying Iwould make a better CEO, that's unsaid. It's not unsaid when you say it. No, I'm saying I'm not saying it, so, in fact, it is unsaid. Hey, pal, why don't you go help Willa with her homework? Ouch. Asshole. Listen, why don't you decide everything? I don't care. I just observe. I'm a UN white helmet. All right? Guys, who else are you gonna get? I think Shiv would be great. That's what I think. (CHUCKLES) Thanks, honey, but... No way. I mean, she doesn't work in the company, and has no experience of the company, and the markets would freak, but apart from that, I agree with you. I mean, we have options. Sure. You could all ask for morphine so you can stay in your painless fucking fantasy world where the orchids dance and the company is run by a magical fucking unicorn! Fuck your options. (CELL PHONE RINGING) -Hello, this is Greg on Greg's phone. -Greg. How you doing? Yeah, I'mjust... Not dawdling. You're still at the fucking apartment? You've been there forever. Uh, just... I know you're picking up PJs and all that shit. Just grab a sweater, maybe, also. My dad's, okay? -Okay. Which, uh, sweater? -It doesn’t matter. Not something washed. Something that he's worn, maybe. -If you find one. -Okay, yeah. If he's worn it, if... How am I gonna know if it's worn? Just smell it. Okay? Jesus! I just want something that smells like him, okay? | just want that. Is that enough for you? Dude, that’s really nice. I would want that if this was my situation, too. So, um, I'll sniff some stuff for you... Just... Whatever. And if you tell anyone about this, I will cut your dick off. And don't forget those papers I told you to bring. And, uh, thank you. Fuck off. (CELL PHONE BEEPS) (BELL TOLLING) (CLATTERING) (DOOR OPENS) I apologize if my bell summoned you. (ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS) Hey. Hey. -lt's like 4:00 am. -Yeah, I couldn't sleep. Put the kids to bed and thought I was missing all the fun, so... How are they doing? -The kids? -Yeah. Um... They're okay. Maybe you could bring them by tomorrow. So they can say their, you know, say their hellos. -Yeah. -Okay. How are you feeling? Good. Yeah. Yeah. (CHUCKLES) How am I feeling? Fuck. Ask me another? -Jesus, what a day for you. -Yeah. The nominating committee want me to be the big boss. Really? But Shiv and Roman won't back me because of what Dad said at lunch. (CHUCKLES) Jesus. Yeah. Oh, your family is so fucked. I'm sorry, but... Wow. I'm sorry. Um... Ken, I... (CHUCKLES) What can I say? It's... I don't know. Adrenaline. -It's just my body. -Mmm-hmm. (SNIFFLES) Hey. I'm glad you're here. Yeah. I can tell. (WATER RUNNING) (EXHALES) -Hey. Look. Stop. Stop. -Not now. I'm not in the mood. There's something I have to say to you. -What? -Siobhan Roy... Oh, my God. ...will you marry me? What the fuck? Seriously? I love you. And I wanted to do something to make all this better. And I thought, while your dad's still with us, wouldn't that be a nice thing? We can get a quick wedding. What is it about my dad dying in a sterile environment that screams "big romantic gesture" to you? Well, it's a horrible day, I thought it would be a nice thing. Tom, you can't balance it out like that. I'm not gonna give you a blowjob when your dog dies. Right? TOM: Yeah. Okay. It's fine. I misjudged it. I get it. No, I'm sorry. Honey, I'm sorry. I'm... This is... Let's just not have this as the moment. Why don't you do this again properly another time? No! Exactly. This is not the moment. This didn't happen. Abort. Abort, abort. Good. Okay. But so you know... Uh... Yeah, whatever. -Yes? -Yeah. -Yes? -When it happens, yes. Yes! (EXCLAIMS) (SHIV GIGGLES) -Really? -Yeah. I... Yeah. -It's such a shitshow. -What is? My family. Our family. -Our family. -Yeah. Hey, hey, hey. -(WHISPERS) So, I got the slippers. -Thank you. Yeah, I finally found them. Can you put them in there, please? Yeah. So, you got the slippers. GREG: Uh-huh. I guess that makes you Prince Charming. I guess so. You saying you want to fuck Marcia? What? No. (STAMMERS) Why would you say that? -That's what you just said. -No, it isn't. You said you were Prince Charming. -No, you just said that. -I'm kidding. I'm kidding. (CHUCKLES) Okay. Do you know that, uh... Do you know that he gave me a job? -What job? -I don't know. Okay. -Do you know when I start? -No. Obviously I don't know. -Why would I know? -I don't know. I thought you might know 'cause I thought everybody's talking, and, like, might be talking about me? Yeah. No, everybody was talking about you this whole time. Everyone was only talking about you, Cousin Greg. I get it. Ha-ha. Hey. Hey. (SIGHS) When you figure all this out, come in and see me. Okay? And I'll look after you. All right? I'm serious. Iwill. -Sure. -Thanks, man. That's okay. All right, later. Take it easy, Greg. (DOOR CLOSES) Yo, come here for a second. (CLEARS THROAT) So, listen. I've been thinking, and this is my vision. We go for it, me and you. CEO and COO. -Oh. -Me and my homey Romey. I thought I was a fuckhead. Uh, dipshit, and you said that. -You said I wasn't serious. -(SIGHS) -Sorry. It's been a long day. -Yeah. But, dude, seriously. Me and you, bro. Like, I could teach you. And you could, you know, teach me. And Shiv? I mean, you know what Shiv's like. Ultimately She's a daddy's girl. Right? I mean, she wants to play it safe. We're the ones with the nuts to fucking revolutionize. Okay, I'm not uninterested. -All right, then, let's fucking do it. -Well, here's the thing. Gerri just turned down the top job. So does that mean something? -Are you fucking with me? -Nope. Who asked Gerri? It was broached. -It was broached? -Yeah. By who? Did you broach? -You broached it, didn't you? -(SIGHS) Don't pin the broach on me. Okay? Everyone was broaching. Just want to make sure we trust each other. Everything up front, okay? -All right. -Okay. Shake on it or something? Oﬁda? Oh. Okay. (SIGHS) Hi. Oh, come on. Hey. Hey, knock it off. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Thank you, Willa. So, listen, I've asked Roman to be acting COO... -ROMAN: Actual COO. -...to my acting CEO. -And you said? -ROMAN: I said, "Why not?" -Snake. -Oh, Sis, please. I'm trying to bring everyone together here. I'm mediating. -Well, I'm saying no. -Me, too. I thought you were a fucking white helmet. Sometimes a peacekeeper has to go shoot a maniac on the perimeter, okay? What the fuck? Why would you say no to this, and yes to Gerri? Gerri has been with the company for 20 years. I know Dad trusts her. Yeah. She's older. She's wiser. She's a mature person, such as myself. Uh-huh. Well, she doesn't want it. Okay, so in my opinion, we should find someone else. -Temporary. -Okay, like who? I don't know, someone neutral. Eva or American Psycho, what... -ROMAN: Karl. -Karl. Yeah. And what if it isn't temporary? What if he uses his position to make it permanent? Because he wouldn't do that. He's nice. He brought coffee. KENDALL: Oh, he brought coffee. Then we should definitely let him take control of the company. Dude, he's not gonna take control of the company. Look, it's a gamble. It's either me and Roman, and us as a family, or it's Eva and Karl, or some fuck-face suit from the deep state of the company. They could take the company out of our hands, and we'd never get near it again. If Dad wakes up, and he's frail, and he's looking at the endgame, you want to be the one who tells him his family business isn't family-run anymore? I mean, maybe you could get away with it, -you know, his favorite. -Oh, fuck you. KENDALL: But maybe you wouldn't stay his favorite if you gave away the firm. Look, we need a statement by 6:30. So you just have to think, like, bullshit aside, who do you think, really, Dad would prefer? What's up, fam? (STAMMERING) Oh. Yeah. Did you get the papers? -What? -The. .. The papers in the envelope? I called you? Dude. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. So, no, basically? I was thinking about your dad, -I was up there... -Hey, don't worry about it. My head was just messed up. Okay. We're gonna have to announce. Where are we at? While Dad is ill, the family proposes that Kendall run the company with Roman as COO. I hereby concur. Okay. Okay. Uh, I will let the committee know the family's position, and pending board approval, we can announce. -Congratulations, Ken. -Thanks, Gerri. And, Roman, congratulations. WOMAN: This is all very exciting. MAN: Difficult decision. For the record, I personally believe this to be a total fucking disaster. Okay, good. Uh, Kendall, um, listen, we need to talk. I'm sorry, Ijust need to... I just need a conversation with you in private. -What is this? -Um... There'sjust, uh, a few things you should know. Um... (SIGHS) Okay, there's no way to put this nicely, so forgive me for stating it baldly, but, um, there's a huge debt problem. What are you... No. -Yes. $3 billion. -No, there's not. Fuck Off. I'd know. No one knows. Well, me and Frank. What about Dad? Yeah, your dad. Hence the debt. Gerri, what the fuck is going on? Where did the money go? In 1985, Logan needed cash badly for the expansion into Parks, so he took out a loan through the family holding company. He knew that besides Frank, none of the other boards members could see what was happening. And then, he added that loan to the company's already considerable debt. Son of a bitch. Okay. Okay. We can deal. Yeah, but, Kendall, the thing is it's secured against Waystar's stock, and when the stock hits 130, they can pursue repayment in full. Which, if they decided to do that, would eviscerate us. Yeah, but there's no precedent for that. They'll never do that. They'll renegotiate. Well, that depends. On what? Well, you see, the banks know that the man they invested in can no longer function, and as far as they're concerned, you're just some kid with nice hair. You're making it quite fucking difficult to savor this moment, Gerri. I'm sorry about that. Don'tjump. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) DR. LEWIS: We had hoped to see a response by now, but what we do know is that he's stable. So if you want to grab some sleep, this is a good time. (SIGHS IN EXASPERATION) (KISSES) Night, Dad. See you soon.

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izziejomarbles · 2 years

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Potato, patato, darling.

i'm a little worried you guys won't like this because it's not angst, but i promise i'll be back making y'all cry soon x

okay so please write some requests, i'll take anything. i suck at being creative.

inspired by: https://t-lostinworlds.tumblr.com/post/624558718949916672/childbirth-simulator-tom-holland

warning: swearing, a lot of dialogue, so much fluff it's disgusting, shitty writing

'Hi everyone! Welcome back to the Holland House YouTube channel!'

Harrison pouted from behind the camera.

'With not only Holland's within the household.'

You gave him a look from your space on the bed you shared with Tom.

'I'm not a Holland. But here I am, leaning into it.'

'Okay, but you are going to be a Holland soon.'

'What if I decide to keep my surname?'

'We all know you won't.'

Tom clapped his hands together next to you before exclaiming.

'And I'm Tom Holland. Today we will be using a birth simulator.'

'Also known as a TENs machine'

'Potato, patato. As you know my wonderful fiancée is with child-'

'With child, what the fuck Tom?'

'Okay, firstly no swearing in front of the child, secondly I think I got the point across. Lets go!'

'You are way too excited for this.'

As Tom started sticking the small stickers on his stomach Harry and Sam walked into the bedroom.

'Well well well, what do we have here?'

Harry smirked, before pulling up a chair behind the camera. Tom looked up at him before looking back at you.

'My wife to be bought this wonderful machine, and I thought it would make a great YouTube video.'

Sam leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

'Y/n, you have become my new favourite person.'

'Um, I thought I already was? You already know you're my favourite Holland.'

Tom's head spun around to face you.

'Excuse me!? We are literally together!'

'Potato, patato, darling.'

You turned to look directly into the camera lens, before smiling at your audience.

'Obviously no one in this room has given birth, so no one can say whether this is accurate or not.'

Tom leaned over so that his face was covering yours.

'But y/n was telling me earlier that period pains can be the same as early labour pains?'

'Yup, they are supposed to prepare your body. Which does not explain why I had to start my period at age 11, but here we are.'

'I will be asking Tom questions about women as we do this, and with everyone he gets wrong, the pain levels go up. Now that that's out of the way, let's get started!'

Tom lay down on the bed, not before winking at the camera though.

'Tom!' Sam yelled.

'What!? This is a flattering angle on me.'

'Okay, okay. First question Tom. What age do women get their first period? On average.'

'12?'

'Shit. Yes, you are correct.'

'Love, were you just upset that I wouldn't get hurt?'

You lowered your voice before saying-

'Yes. But I digress! Next question!'

Tom rolled his eyes at the camera before flopping back down on the bed. You looked down at your phone, picking a good next question.

'When a woman has a baby, what pathway does the baby use to exit the mother’s womb?'

'Something canal?'

'You know what, just because I'm bitter, I won't give you that one.'

You slowly pressed on the button labelled '1', eyes immediately shooting up to see Tom's reaction.

'Okay. Okay. This is not too bad. It's like a weird tingling sensation. like someone is lightly tapping me.'

You spin your head towards the camera dramatically.

'Well, that was disappointing. For the record, it was the cervix and birth canal.'

'I honestly think you could have given that to me.'

'Love, I honestly think you should know where our child is going to come out of.’

You shoot a look at the camera, winking your audience.

‘Okay Tom, what does PMS stand for?’

He scratched his chin, as if in thought.

‘Something, menstrual syndrome?’

You gave him a warm smile, impressed at how well he’d done.

‘I’m really proud of you, lovebug. The full name is premenstrual syndrome, but you did so well that I’m giving you that point.’

You heard some disappointed signs from behind the camera, before Tom yelled-

‘Oh, come on guys! You should not be rooting for me to be in pain!’

Tuwaine whistled and Harrison shouted back.

‘We are here for the entertainment! We aren’t seeing any!’

You gave Tom a look before saying quietly, but loud enough for the microphone to pick it up.

‘You better get the next one wrong or people are going to start unsubscribing.’

‘Give me a hard one next then.’

Tom gave you a cheeky smile before looking directly into the lens and quietly saying-

‘That's what she said.’

You gasped and whacked his arm with the nearest pillow.

‘Children watch this, Tom! This is a family friendly channel!’

‘Says the one who was swearing earlier?!’

‘All I’m hearing is excuses. Anyway, next question. Where do women put their menstrual cups?’

Tom gave you a worried look.

‘Um, how am I supposed to answer this?’

You squint your eyes at him.

‘How do you want to answer this?’

‘You know, up there?’

You whack him with the pillow again.

‘It's the birth canal again Thomas! I can’t wait to do this again.’

You quickly pressed the next highest number on the little white remote you held in your hands.

‘Oh, oh hello. This feels like somebody is giving my stomach a rather hard massage.’

‘This is the least entertained I've been in a while.’

Sam sighs.

‘Don’t worry boys, he won't get the next one.’

Tom looked up, offended.

‘I’m sure I know more than you guys think.’

You tuck your feet under your thighs, before moving on to the next question.

‘You actually should get this one right Tom. How many ovaries do women have?’

‘I’m pretty sure it’s just one.’

He smiled, getting ready to be praised but you just stared at him in shock.

‘You need some female anatomy classes because you are uneducated.’

You look behind the camera setup with questioning eyes.

‘Any of you boys know?’

They all shook their heads, mumbling something about ‘thinking it was one too’.

‘It’s two, gentlemen. I have two ovaries.’

You shot up the stimulator to four, just because you felt he needed a better reaction.

‘Oh my fuck! That hurts! Pain! Safe word!’

You grinned at the camera.

‘Now that, guys, gals and non binary pals, is quality entertainment.’

‘What the hell was that?!’

‘That, my dear loverboy, was level four.’

Tuwaine and Harrison burst out laughing, pointing their fingers at Tom while howling about him being a baby.

‘A four?! That has to be incorrect.’

He took the remote from your hands, looking at it closely, before placing it back down on the bed.

‘Oh well, better get this done quickly then.’

‘What is this?’

You show him a picture of a beauty blender, and he gives you those uneasy eyes again.

‘I think we both know what that is, darling.’

‘Excuse me Tom?’

‘You know, you use it sometimes when…’

‘Yes?’

‘When men don’t finish the job.’

Everybody in the room immediately started laughing, causing Tessa to race up the stairs to see what all the fuss was about.

‘Tom! This is a beauty blender. You have literally seen me use one of these.’

‘Well, I’ve seen you use the other thing too.’

You shoot Harry a look.

‘You better cut that out.’

He saluted at you.

‘On it ma’am.’

‘It's used to blend makeup on your face. And just because you embarrassed me we are going up two more again.’

‘Love, no, No! I’m sorry! Please, off!’

You gave the camera a smug look.

‘Now this is what we signed up for! Tom, sweetie, it will be over in a few seconds.’

He cocked an eyebrow at you.

‘What?!’

‘Contractions, honey. You are having a baby.’

As soon as you turned off the machine, Tom leaned forward and took a staggering breath.

‘That was only six?!’

You nodded.

‘I would like to thank my mum for having me, and my three brothers. You are a superstar.’

You winked at the camera.

‘You’re welcome Nikki.’

‘Can we just skip to ten? I can’t take this anymore.’

You looked around at the men in front of you.

‘What do you think, boys? Should we just shoot it up to ten?’

They all nodded and held their thumbs up.

‘Okay, Tom this is the last question. Are you having a boy or a girl?’

His eyes widened.

‘As in me right now or you?’

‘You, silly. It’s too early to tell for me. That should have been a question, goddamnit. Anyway, your answer, Mr. Holland?’

‘Um, a boy?’

‘Incorrect! Are you excited for this one everyone?’

You pressed the ten button, before Tom jumped back, squirming on his side of the bed.

‘Oh, god. Motherfucker this hurts like a bitch.’

You lifted up Tessa off the floor, ready to give Tom his baby.

‘Y/n, turn it off! Safe word, safe word!’

‘Okay, okay! I was just about to give you your child, Tom.’

You handed Tessa off to Tom before taking off the sticky strips on your fiancé’s stomach.

You hung your legs off the front of the bed before waving at the camera.

‘Thank you all for watching, like and subscribe and everything.’

You got up and walked out of the room, yelling out behind you-

‘Now, who’s going to make me dinner?’

Tom gave the camera a look.

‘You heard the boss. Goodnight and goodbye everyone.’

no really i am so worried you guys won’t like this because it’s fluffy and not sad. but once again, i will take any ideas, and i’ll be back forcing tears out of you soon. also, opinions on no way home?

#tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland x fem #tom holland x pregnant!reader #sam holland #harry holland #harrison osterfield x reader #tuwaine barrett #youtube

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sunarinluvr · 3 years

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|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry.

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom.

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head.

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer.

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways”

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers.

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said.

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting.

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early.

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner.

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner.

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice”

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off.

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up.

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late.

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 13

Hello friends we have come to the end of Cult Girl. Thank you all for hyping me up throughout this story and giving me the confidence to actually post my work. Y/n and Hannibal throw a dinner party.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the entire kitchen in that homey mid-morning glow. You were enjoying your coffee and scrolling through an article on your phone.

"Senator Hatch reportedly coughed up his late wife's toe on the floor of the precinct." You read out loud. "Huh. Wonder how that could have happened."

You side-eyed Hannibal, who was contentedly sharpening his knives. Placing a rather large meat cleaver to the side, he met your gaze. "I have my ways."

You finished off your coffee and brought the mug to the sink. "There was no way Theresa was going to survive that night, was there?"

"Clever girl." Hannibal praised.

"You were going to kill her if I didn't, were you?" You felt a smile coming on. "Did everything turn out as expected?"

"Darling, this all went much better than I could have ever hoped for." He smirked. "See, I had the whole evening mapped out. I was hoping you'd be the one to deliver justice and kill her, but I had to prepare for the possibility that you wouldn't."

You folded your arms and leaned against the island. "Is that why I was so sick that day?"

You could have sworn you saw some hesitation in Hannibal's face. Maybe even a touch of regret. "Yes. You needed an alibi. It was as easy as removing a single birth control pill from your packet. You'd see it was missing and think you'd already taken your medicine-"

"So I'd neglect to take my focus meds." You cut in. "Yeah, I knew something was off."

"By the end of the day, you'd be experiencing full withdrawal symptoms." Hannibal nodded. "I don't take any pleasure in upsetting the delicate balance of your brain chemistry, and for that I am sorry. I did what I had to."

"Yeah, don't ever do that again." You ordered, no disarming smile in sight. "I need those meds to function."

"I promise you, darling," Hannibal said, sincerely. "I would never keep you from being anything but your very best. I was just looking after you."

"I suppose now that all this is out in the open, you won't need to pull any shit like that again." You muttered. "But I'm still going to keep my pills at my apartment."

"That reminds me." He said. "Would you like to invite your roommates for dinner tonight? I've prepared a wonderful Spanish-inspired menu that's perfect for entertaining."

"I'd love for you to meet my friends, but, they all keep such weird hours I doubt they'll all be free tonight." You shrugged. "I'll give them a call though."

"Wonderful." He smiled. "You make arrangements while I prepare the kitchen."

You stepped into the office and called up Pilar. She answered within the minute.

"[F/N]!" She near shouted. "Holy fuck, how are you doing?"

"I'm actually doing..." you looked back into the kitchen, watching your beloved Hannibal in his element. "Really well."

"I heard about your cousin." Pilar cut in. "One down, two to go."

You snorted. "No fucking shit."

"Sorry, was that okay for me to say?" She apologized. "I know you said Theresa was a bitch, but it's your trauma and I-"

"No, you're fine." You laughed. "She was a bitch. Hey, do you have any plans tonight?"

"Uh, no. I don't think so." She answered. "Why?"

"Hannibal wants to invite you all for dinner tonight." You said with an audible smile. "Y'know, to celebrate the bitch's death."

"Yo! Steph!" Pilar shouted across the room. "Wake Randy up! We're having dinner at [F/N]'s rich boyfriend's house!"

You could make out Stephanie's voice in the background. "It's about damn time. We've been waiting for her to redistribute the wealth."

"She means thank you for the invitation." Pilar corrected.

"It's not like I had to twist his arm or anything. It was his idea." You chuckled. "He loves having guests. And excuses to dress up."

"Oh so we're getting fancy, huh?" Pilar's voice turned up in excitement.

"Hey [F/N]!" Randy snatched the phone from Pilar. "Text me the menu for tonight. My girlfriend'll steal a nice bottle of wine to pair. She's a pro, she works over at Cavatappi's wine and spirits."

"Much obliged, Randy." You said. "I'll see you guys at seven."

You returned to the kitchen with a smile. "They're coming."

"Well, we don’t have a moment to lose, then." Hannibal placed something wrapped in butcher paper on the counter. "Come now. Let me show you how to properly prepare a heart.

You and Hannibal spent the rest of the morning and the whole afternoon preparing a bountiful meal. You reveled in the irony of finally finding a space for Theresa in your life. That space just so happened to be on the stove.

Seven came far too quickly, but your friends were always a welcome sight. You greeted them at the door with hugs, Hannibal watching with stoic adoration.

"Guys, this is Hannibal Lecter, my partner." You introduced. "Hannibal, this is Pilar, Stephanie and Miranda."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, ladies." Hannibal greeted. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

"Here you go, Dr. Lecter." Randy handed him a bottle of wine. "Thank you for inviting us."

Hannibal examined the bottle. "Yes, this will pair quite nicely with our meal. Thank you very much. [F/N], could you show our guests to the dining room?"

You nodded and accepted the bottle, given the extra responsibility of pouring. You led your friends to the dining room and wasted no time distributing the alcohol.

"A toast." Stephanie rose her glass. "Too many of history's worst have had the privilege of dying on their own terms. Today, we celebrate the death of one who didn't: Theresa [L/N]."

"She will join her sisters Nancy Reagan and Madame Nhu in hell tonight." You concurred, tapping your glasses together with a series of satisfying clinks.

"Okay, you need to spill." Randy scooted her chair up and leaned towards you. "How the hell did you get away with it?"

"Well, it helped a lot that her husband was already a felon." You teased. "If I didn't kill her, he was going to eventually."

Pilar made a face. "I can't believe it took actual murder to get that latter-day lump thrown in prison."

"Well, the LDS church is a very influential organization with a stronghold on all of Utah." You explained. "There's a long history of legitimizing sex abuse there."

"We know, cult girl." Stephanie laughed. "You remind us every time your pedophile cousin-in-law comes up. Relax and take your victories where you can get them.”

“Ladies,” Hannibal entered. You rushed to his side to help him with the dinner plates. “Have we ever tried organ meat before?”

Everyone’s eyes found Pilar.

“Braised liver is delicious and you guys are just cowards.” Pilar protested. “I will die on this hill.”

Hannibal smiled and presented your friends with their plates. “You are a woman of good tastes, Pilar. Our first course is Riñones al Jerez.”

“Kidneys.” Randy translated. “Who’s kidneys are we eating today, Dr. Lecter?”

He tilted his head. “Theresa’s, of course.”

“I don’t care whose organs you harvested.” Stephanie said, her eyes rolling back into her head. “This is delicious.”

You and Hannibal shared a glance and a smile.

You and your roommates devoured the Riñones al Jerez, then dug into the next serving of heart stewed with chickpeas and olives. You finished off the evening with natillas de leche and a bottle of Sauternes Hannibal just happened to have lying around.

“This is the first time since like, Keith Raniere got sentenced that I’ve seen [F/N] happy-drunk.” Stephanie observed.

“Or even just... happy." Pilar said, looking at Hannibal. "I'll have some of whatever she's having, please."

"My pleasure." Hannibal poured her another glass of wine.

Your phone began to buzz on the table, capturing the attention of your guests. You didn't even need to look at the caller ID to know who it was. Nobody else in the world had such horrid timing.

"Shit, you've got to answer it here!" Stephanie pleaded. "So we can all give her a piece of our mind!"

You looked over to Hannibal, who you knew was just as curious.

You dragged the answer icon across the screen and put it on speaker. You gestured for your friends to be quiet. "Yeah?"

"Well look who finally decided to pick up." Grandma said. "Thank you for gracing me with your attention. I know you have so much going on right now, you're just too busy to pick up the phone and talk to your grieving grandmother."

"For your information..." you stumbled over your words. "I was interrogated by the police yesterday. I think that counts as having something going on."

"Are you drunk?" Her voice was laced with a disproportionate level of disgust.

"I'm grieving too, Beatrice." You counter. "What, suddenly you're the only one who can drink the pain away? That's not very democratic of you."

"In your state, you shouldn't even be thinking of alcohol!" Grandma scolded. "You of all people should know the effects alcohol has on an unborn baby."

You smacked yourself on the head. Of course Theresa would plant a seed to fuck you over one last time. "Did Theresa actually tell you I was pregnant?"

"It was her last message to me, actually. Anyway, you're coming home." Grandma said, without so much as waiting for a response. "I won't have my great grandchild living in that dangerous city that your cousin was killed in."

You exchanged looks with your friends, who were going through the same combination of emotions as you were. Grandma's words just seemed to fade out as you shared an entire nonverbal conversation with the people around you.

"And you're leaving that terrible, terrible man."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow and looked at you, waiting to see how you'd respond. You knew what you had to do. It was finally time. You did something you should have done a long time ago.

"No." You said, your nerves loosened by the wine.

"What?"

"No. And I mean it." A big smile crossed your lips. "Theresa lied to you. I'm not pregnant. And you have to live with the fact that your granddaughter's last words to you were a blatant lie."

Hannibal looked at you with pride and your friends began to silently gas you up with encouraging gestures. "

"...And that you're the only one to blame for her deception." You continued. "You raised her in your own image."

"This is why I refuse to let you raise my great grandchild with that man!" She wailed. "He's twisted your mind against me! He's made you cruel!"

"Hannibal made me see clearly that you made me cruel." You said with absolute certainty. "You'll never see me again."

"Don't be like your mother, [F/N]." Grandma snarled. "Don't cut people out for trying to help."

"You'll never see me again." You repeated and decided to leave it at that. You ended the call and blocked the number, joined by an eruption of excitement from your friends.

It was finally over. Your life could truly begin.

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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First impressions // All

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warnings // not explicit smut, more like teasing of smut

pairing // none particular, gn!reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. this is such bad writing omg. I can not easily navigate a scene between so many people without it looking weird i am so sorry and i do hope you like it. sorry for not posting last night but as i said i was having a panic attack. anyway im better now, hopefully ill be able to post one more fic tonight

request // yeap, here it is

summary // The band might have considered more than once of ‘entertaining’ their best friend. After their I wanna be your slave video comes out, sweet ol’ Thomas can not help but suggest they encounter their reacting to the video clip and showing them some of their moves.

Thomas’ idea did not just come out of the blue. It was not a spontaneous thing to do, but a long time formulated thought coming into reality. In all honesty, Thomas, Victoria, Ethan and Damiano had thought about it before, plenty of times. Having Y/N stay with them any time they were at the studio house was flaring up these thoughts like crazy. It was not just one time that the four of them had talked about railing them senseless initiating something more sexual with them, only the fear that they would be pushed away, keeping them from making a move. But after having seen the anticipation from the promotion for theri video clip of I wanna be your slave, Thomas went out on a limp making a move for them all after the video dropped.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you up to?” There were no regards as to whether it was ok to get in or not. The man just sat on the bed, a phone in his hand with it’s screen lit up already.

“Not much, Thomas. I was just finishing some things up on my laptop. What are you guys doing here, all together?” It was not common for all of them to be in the room at once. Usually they only were all together in the living room or outside, the time in any bedrooms spent with two or three at the time and late at night when they couldn't sleep.

By now the other three occupied the small room, sitting anywhere they could: a chair on the desk, on top of said desk, the bed. “We were thinking, cucciolo.” The one to speak up now was Ethan, sitting on their other side, hand in their hair, messing with it just like he always did.

“Our video clip is out and we wanted to see your reaction.”

“I told you guys I’ll watch it when I’m done with the assignments-”

“Did you not just say you’re done?” Damiano had a sneaky smirk on his face, seeing how flushed he made the band’s friend, getting caught in excuses.

Maybe I just don’t want to see it around you, they thought, avoiding to speak, instead nodding their head.

“Then let’s watch it, puppy.” This time it was Victoria’s chance to speak up, taunting the poor person on the bed. The blonde was on the other side of the room but it did not stop her from making Y/N flush in their seat, only fueling her desire to film the up and coming reactions.

Before the video started everyone shifted. Damiano and Ethan were on the right side of Y/N, Thomas and Victoria occupying the left, all within reach of the poor puppy in the middle. They all knew how quickly they’d react to it all, squirming in their seat at the thought of Vic tasting them like a candied apple. “Do you like it, puppy? Want me to tease you like that?” said girl questioned, never weavering from the filming

It seemed like every little thought was simply worse than the previous, the tip of the iceberg being Victoria tied up, all so wonderfully. Such a sight for sore eyes. At it Y/N let out a strained gasp, unable to hold it in.”What is it, cucciolo, you want to be tied like that? I can do it for you,” whispered Ethan, hands quick to tie up Y/N’s with a shoelace he found a few minutes ago. It was not tight but it was enough to restrain their arms behind them.

“So good you are,” he praised, placing his hand in their hair, giving space for Damiano to put his on their thigh.

The video went on, all these scenes with Damiano screaming at everyone’s face simply heightened the already extreme emotions Y/N was experiencing. The man himself could only laugh at that, face coming close to theirs, just like he did for Thomas on the video clip, so assertive, dominating even.

“Are you enjoying yourself, puppet?” His words pierced through them, shivers overtaking their body, a feeling that could only be described as anxiety but also excitement accompanying it.

It was all a dream, or it felt like it. Such situation was too good to be true for Y/N, causing the fear of this being just a very realistic dream. But, Thomas’ kisses on their neck and Ethan’s light tugs on their hair reminded them of the reality they were living inside of. “Use your words, bambino,” said Damiano, the same smirk as before all over his face.

“Yes, I enjoy this,” they finally whispered, words forced out.

The next few seconds were quiet, only facial expressions portraying any reaction, all four of the band members just looking, admiring their beautiful friend and silently agreeing on their next move. It was when they saw Damiano and Ethan kiss and share that pink bubble gum that the band got entertained. Their lips got parted, cheeks flushed to the point of ‘burning’ to the touch, their eyes got wide, all but drooling over the scene unfolding in front of their eyes.

A shock wave shot through Y/N’s body as Ethan grabbed their head, tilting it back, the video clip still in the background, attacking their lips in a hungry kiss. It was hot, wet and sloppy, and it went on for a bit, until the tall drummer ushered his tongue into the mix, allowing the same type of cherry bubble gum from the video clip to move in Y/N’s mouth at once. They did not know what to do, their mind utterly blank and unable to decide on an action.

“Bite it.” Thomas let the two words out of his mouth, straight into their ear. He looked so shy and innocent most of the time, who would have thought he had it in him. “Now move your head, puppy, just like that,” he all but moaned, pulling them back towards him.

“So good for us all,” Thomas spoke again, now him being the one to kiss Y/N, ridding their mouth of the gum and leaving sloppy kisses from their lips to their neck.

Victoria was fed up with how long the escalation was taking, unable to wait a minute longer before she could have her second of fun. With that thought in mind, she pulled the phone from Y/N’s hands, shutting it off and setting it on the nightstand.

“You already know what happens after, pet.” Her voice was more demanding than anyone could anticipate, very bossy one could say, but Y/N was not going to be the one to challenge it.

“Tell me if you are uncomfortable, baby.” Y/N let out a small ‘do it’, opening up their mouth and just waiting, caressing Victoria’s hands on their face.

“Such a good pet,” she praised, going ahead to spit in their mouth before assessing her ‘art’.

“I think we need another ‘rehearsal’ to get it right,” smirked Damiano, “there’s just a few more creative touches we need to add.”

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1plus1kiyoomi · 3 years

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Chapter 6: Fight or Flght Response

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warnings: mentions of sex and pretty much a toxic relationship

Morning comes and Kuroo wakes up with a headache. Eyes still closed, he taps on the other side of the bed, his hands looking for your body. “Love?” He groans. “Love, can you bring me some medication? My head hurts.”

Kuroo falls asleep once again and then wakes up an hour later. He sits up, his head ringing. “(Y/N)? Love?” He leaves the bed and doesn’t feel any presence of you in the house. “Oh, it’s 9AM. She must be at work already.”

Well, Kuroo’s not wrong. You are at your office but you aren’t working. You’re weeping at your table because you can’t seem to get rid of Kuroo’s words to his friends.

“So (Y/N) and I are trying to work our marriage out for a year, and she’s taking it way too seriously. While I can’t even look at her face! She messages me all the time about where I am, what I’m doing and all of that. She begs me to go on dates and nags at me if I miss it. I want to tell her off sometimes, but she’s a really good fuck. Like she’s amazing in bed and she lets me have it anytime so yeah. I guess it’s worth to stay.”

It keeps repeating in your head like a broken track. And your tears run down your cheeks and you know it won’t stop for a while. You stand from your desk and move to the little bedroom that is in your office. You lay on the bed and bury your face on the pillow.

The moment you heard his words come of his lips last night, you wanted to slap him hard, beat him up, tear his hair off his head, but you couldn’t. You were glued on the wooden floor of Kenma’s house, not able to believe Kuroo could say that. Your heart shattered into pieces that couldn’t be even counted.

But still, you went home with him. Even slept with him.

If your friends, especially Iwaizumi, find out about this, they’ll definitely tell you to leave him. No excuses. And you don’t want to leave Kuroo.

“Where did I go wrong? Is it because I’m ugly?” You take your phone out and open the camera app. “Very ugly right now. This is why he doesn’t want me to post anything about our relationship.”

Someone knocks on your office door so you wipe your tears quickly and open the Netflix app so you can pretend that you’ve been watching a sad movie this whole time.

“(Y/N)? The flowers are here,” Terushima says as he enters your office. “Why are you crying?”

Speaking of Terushima, he and Kuroo have become friends after their fight. When Kuroo picks you up sometimes and Terushima’s also there, you always find the two talking about hair. The blonde even goes to your place sometimes so he can style Kuroo’s hair. It’s their form of bonding so you really don’t have a say about it.

“This drama is just so sad,” you lie, showing him the screen of your phone that is playing a random sad movie.

“I didn’t know you were the type to cry cause of movies,” the blonde chuckles. “Anyways, fix yourself. Because we will be decorating a big function room starting this afternoon.”

“I almost forgot. The client wanted all real flowers right?” You sigh and sit up from your bed. ‘No time for crying. You’re a busy woman.’

“Yeah, so we have to make sure that the flowers will not wither tomorrow,” Terushima confirms.

You brush your issue with Kuroo under the rag and focus on your work instead.

Evening comes quickly and it’s finally time for your team to set up at the function hall. You had to wait until late evening to start since there was an event beforehand. The bestman of the wedding, Yuta, joined your team as the supervisor.

While you are setting up on the stage, you can feel your workmates throwing weird looks at you. “What?” You raise an eyebrow at them and one of your colleagues walks up to you.

“The best man has been staring at you ever since we got her,” she whispers with a teasing smirk. You roll your eyes at her and brush it off.

It’s always like this. At every event, your colleagues ships you with every best man or groomsman that shows interest towards you. They don’t know you’re actually married and think you’re single so they tease you. In hopes that you finally get to plan your own wedding. Sadly, you already are married and no wedding will take place.

You take a glance at the said man and he is staring at you, but not in a creepy way. As soon as you make eye contact, he smiles at you. You swear your heart skips a beat but at the same time you will never admit that it did.

“Miss (L/N)?” Yuta calls you out of nowhere. Surprised by his sudden presence, you fall on the ladder you are on and land on top of him.

‘What in the drama is this?!’

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You push yourself off of the man quickly and bow repeatedly.

“It’s alright! It’s my fault for surprising you.” Yuta stands up as well and when your eyes meet, you burst into laughter. “You’re much prettier up close.”

“So you’re the straightforward type, huh?” You let out a chuckle and he smirks at you. “I thought you’d be a shy one since you have been just staring until now.”

“Well, since you think I’m the straightforward type, let me ask you. Are you single?” Yuta smiles at you shyly this time and you feel your cheeks burn hot.

‘You’re married, (Y/N)! Don’t even think about flirting back.’ You mentally scold yourself and look away from the man beside you. “Find out yourself.”

The glamorous wedding finally ends and it was one of the best weddings you have every coordinated. The couple is so in love with each other and they are surrounded by supportive family and friends. The guests were very uplifting and fun in general. You even made friends with some of the guests and have gotten closer to Yuta.

“Thank you for planning our wedding. This is such a dream come true!” The bride thanks you with a bow. You bow back and say your thanks as well. “And Yuta’s a good boy.” The bride winks at you before she and groom leaves.

“(Y/N)!” Speaking of the devil.

“Yuta!” You wave at him. He runs towards you and pants when he’s finally in front with you. “Can I help you with something?”

“Do you have a drive home?” He asks you so you shake your head no. You’re just being honest. “Can I drive you to your place?”

“My place is just a 10-minute walk from here, so it’s okay,” you reply. You check the time and it’s already past midnight. “I have to go now. It’s really late. Bye!”

“I’ll walk with you!” Yuta offers. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Okay, then. Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you joke and he just laughs.

The two of you walk home and Yuta shares random stories about his childhood. You like it. You like how he is open to you without you trying. You like how he’s initiating first. You like how gentle he is when he is talking to you. You like how he softly calls your name. You like how he’s not hiding that he’s interested in you. But you hate how you want Kuroo to be like that towards you. You hate how you’re still thinking about him.

Kuroo’s words come crashing into your mind again and you badly want to take Yuta’s hand and ask him to bring you home. But your mind is also telling you to come home quickly to Kuroo, even if you know he won’t be waiting for you.

“I’m here!” You say as you arrive in front of your condominium building. “Thank you for walking me.”

“No problem.” Yuta scratches the back of his neck. A change of demeanor happens, and Yuta becomes shy. “Can I get your number? I want to tak-”

“(Y/N)!”

Your world freezes as you hear Kuroo’s voice. It’s 1AM. Why the hell is he outside your building as well? You turn your head see him glaring at you with his arms crossed.

‘What do I do? Kuroo might misunderstand! And I can’t tell Yuta that Kuroo is my husband because he wants to keep our relationship a secret. Oh my gosh! What to do?’

You’re panicking. Your whole system is. You can feel your fingers tremble. Kuroo is walking towards the two of you and is already so close but you still don’t know what to do and say. The particles in your container are bouncing on the walls of your space rapidly because of pressure, and it’s making your mind go blank. Your fight or flight response is not functioning well.

Kuroo has been waiting for you at your building’s lobby since 10PM. He was waiting for your message about him picking you up at the hotel, but clearly you forgot about that. He thought you forgot because of fatigue but clearly that’s not the case.

Especially now that a man he has never seen before walked you back to your place.

“Who’s this?” Yuta and Kuroo ask in unison. Yuta glares at Kuroo, not liking how provocative the guy looks. Your husband raises an eyebrow at Yuta, his feline-like eyes glaring back at the unfamiliar guy.

“Kuroo, this is my friend Yuta,” you start to introduce but they aren’t even listening to you. They’re in this staring contest you don’t know about.

“And Yuta, this is Kuroo, my brother.”

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Facts:

Your reactions when you are nervous are driven by the production of hormones and equip us to fight or escape from situations that are dangerous or threatening. This is known as the fight or flight response.

Nervousness can cause stuttering and rambling.

Anxiety may be partly genetic.

People who are anxious are quicker to pick up on changes in facial expressions than those who are but they are less accurate. Thus, it causes misunderstandings.

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Warning/s: toxic relationship dynamics, dark!bucky x dark!reader, stalking, coercion and lying, manipulative tendencies, injuries and blood mention, food was mentioned for a bit

A/N: WE ARE GETTING THERE, BABES WHEW OKAY

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A month had passed since your not-date date had happened. You tried to forget the rest of the day, only focusing on how he looked and talked to you that day. How he smiled, trying to play off the ‘cool guy’ narrative.

You suddenly grew cold, noticing how your conversations became sparse—dry in between. Fewer texts and long waits. It made you nervous, sad, and a little bit annoyed. You barely see him around the office too—has Bucky been avoiding you?

His office is a bit out of the way for you to accidentally stumble in, anyway; the days you’re in the office were unsynchronized. Would it count as a punishable offense if you mess up with your company-approved laptop?

Saying you missed Bucky is an understatement: the bottle of cologne that smells like him sits empty on your dresser. The pictures you took of him taped loosely on your corkboard. Bits and pieces of papers he gave you tacked on it haphazardly.

Can someone die from loneliness?

Is this what being in love feels like?

Suffocating, consuming, your chest feels heavy, and your stomach is in knots.

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Another month, another throng of employees needing new passwords. There are literal posters around the floor reminding everyone to use a password manager. Bucky can’t believe that he has to work with idiots around him. When he took up computer science as a major in college, he imagined himself hacking into… government intel, or something. Not looking after dimwits that don't know how to install an update.

His text messages are red with notifications—bank updates, deliveries, and you.

For some reason, Bucky can’t bring himself up to return your messages. Hi’s, hey’s, and how are you’s littered his text chain. Is he a bad person for not replying back? He can always just make up an excuse, right?

When you told him that you liked him, kissed him like you meant it, his fondness dispersed into thin air. The easy is never worthy and the worthy is never easy, as his father told him.

A ding from his phone brought him forth, another text from you: coming up right now, can we talk?

Now, he can’t come up with an excuse.

—

Bucky heard you before you come in, knocking on his door like the first time you met.

He clears his throat, calling out a come in! before rolling back from his cluttered desk. Tickets were few and far in between, he knows he can spare you at least 20 minutes but he just doesn’t want to.

“Hey,” you said, your head poking into his office. You weren’t entirely sure why you came up here in the first place, you really, really, really just wanted to see him again.

Bucky chuckles, pulling the door open for you. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”

You breathe out a little, shaking the feeling sinking deep inside your stomach, “yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine.” Stepping into his office, you eye his desk. He’s been busy. Papers and files are piling up on the left side of his desk, half of his setup is covered with those post-it notes. Several mugs littered his small space.

Huh, “Sorry, I can come back some other time.”

Turning on your heel, you pivot a little to grab the door when Bucky grabs your upper arm, “don’t go—”

He realizes the implications if someone were to see the two of you and so he lets go, much to your discomfort. You face him, either way, you’re sure he’s not gonna let you go that easily.

“Sorry, it’s just- I missed you.”

And there it was. I missed you.

He was thinking about you.

“I was just gonna drop off some files… But,” you rake your brain for a coherent train of thought, “I missed you too.”

A smile of relief overcomes Bucky’s features, his eyes crinkling just the way you like. His steely blue eyes hidden beneath his lashes.

“I have uh, a thing later… Dinner with friends—do you wanna come?” You make a show of peering over his shoulder and onto his desk, “unless you’re busy?”

“I’d love to come.” He says, tucking his pointer finger underneath your chin, flicking it forward so you’d look at him, “what time is it?”

“Come by around seven. I’ll text you my address.”

Bucky doesn’t need your address. He already came a dozen times by your building, trying to build up the nerve to knock on your door and kiss you silly. Like in those movies you watch late at night.

But he’s conflicted, no?

Are you really as good as they come?

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At six-thirty, you already sent the text: take the east street, beige apartment block. I’m on the third floor, second door to your right. :)

At six-fifty five, Bucky’s already there, his car idling on the sidewalk. He’s… nervous. Why is he nervous? It’s just dinner. A small get-together with friends. Speaking of friends, he didn’t see any unfamiliar cars parked on the block. Maybe it’s not work friends?

Letting out a sigh, Bucky fetches the small bouquet of flowers and wine he brought, just in case. He doesn’t wanna be the only one showing up empty-handed.

On the dot, Bucky knocks on your door. He plasters on his best smile as you open the way, revealing yourself.

God, you look gorgeous. Why did he stop hanging out with you in the first place?

Oh, right.

“Aw, flowers and wine? You’re too sweet!” You chirp out, stepping out of the way to let him into your apartment. Taking the gifts from his hands, you put them away while Bucky busies himself checking out your place.

It’s weird seeing your place in real life. Bucky noted the hint of lavender in the air, coupled with a smidge of coffee brewing. He’s so used to seeing parts of it but not everything-everything. He careens his neck to look down the hallway, catching a glimpse of your bedroom.

“If you’re lucky, you can see it tonight.” A peal of boisterous laughter comes out of you, lightly kicking his foot with yours, “I’m kidding. It’s off-limits for visitors, sorry.”

“Right…” Bucky looks around, shifting his weight from the balls of his feet up to his toes. “Am I too early? I can help you set the table.” The table is halfway finished and you’re stirring in cheese into a sauce. Roux, perhaps.

“No, it’s okay…” You trail off, lowering the heat before facing Bucky, “I lied.”

“What?”

“There’s no dinner—I mean, there is. Just not with friends.” You bite your lip, looking down on your shoes before tearing your gaze away from the floor to meet Bucky’s eyes.

“You lied? Why- why would you lie about that?” Annoyance and frustration all seep out near the surface. His jaw ticking as he gritted his teeth.

“Are you mad?”

“Are you mad?” Bucky asks back in a mocking tone, bringing his fist down the dinner, “you—you’re crazy. I knew it, I knew you’re crazy. Lying about dinner and what, trying to get me alone? Jesus, what--” He lets out a mirthless laugh, the one that sends chills down your spine.

You stood there, frozen at your spot. You’re hurt. He called you crazy. He called you crazy when he’s the one who spied on you for weeks on end.

When he’s the one who watches you at night.

When he’s the one who left those notes on your desk.

The one who sent those texts and left calls and voicemails.

“Fuck you.” Your words rang empty as Bucky walked out of the kitchen in long strides. The dinner long forgotten.

You calmly watch him turn the doorknob open, failing when the adjacent locks prevent him from opening the door. Two deadbolts and a chain lock. Never would you have thought that the threat would be coming inside your home.

“I’d think twice before leaving without dinner.”

—

Bucky stirs awake. The sound of cutlery on plates grating on his nerves. His head is throbbing. His right temple feels tight and tender, there’s something hard and crusty covering the right side of his face. He can suddenly feel the weight of his left arm, leaning over to compensate for the sudden pain.

He wasn’t aware that he had closed his eyes; the lights suddenly glaringly bright.

Right, the dinner.

The dinner?

Wasn’t he supposed to—

“Thank fuck. I thought you were dead.”

God, he hopes he is.

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