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cosmal · 1 year

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Baby I’m thinking about this TikTok prank I’ve seen going around where the wife tells her husband she’s going to sleep on the couch tonight, as a prank, and all I can think of is doing that to James… imagine, imagine his reaction, all like “no!” And then “wait why?” And all sad and soft about it like what happened I’ll sleep on the couch if you want space you can have the bed … ugh

pranked

summary — you prank james. he’s way too nice.

content — james potter x fem!reader

Sirius sent you the video days ago. Viral footage of a wife telling her husband she’s sleeping on the couch for the night. He had thought it was hilarious Pls try this on james. $20 bucks he’ll cry.

You hadn’t had a proper chance until tonight. You’d had some disagreement about something so tiny, so irrelevant that you thought it was the right time. Something about rinsing out the dishes before they go in the dishwasher.

You can hear James getting ready for bed and decide to go up to your room and make a scene. He’s coming out of your ensuite, toothbrush in his mouth when he sees you pulling your pillows off the bed.

“What’re y’doing, love?” he asks over the foaming toothbrush, swallowing spit.

“Getting my stuff,” you mumble, moving to the basket by the dresser. It’s sort of foreign to be so blunt with him and for a moment you almost decide to not do it.

He takes the brush from his mouth, licking his lips to keep his spit in, “What for?”

You bundle the pillows and blankets up, “M’gonna sleep on the couch tonight.”

James leans around the corner to spit in the sink, peaking back around he says, “What?”

“I’m gonna spend the night downstairs,” you tell him again, face full of a mountain wool.

“Why?” he asks, voice all pitched up and confused.

“I just,” you stammer when he frowns, “I just need some space.”

“Oh,” he says. He steps forward and you think about stepping backwards for a moment but decide against it. You’re not cruel. “Right.”

His sad face has your stomach churning. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Wait, baby,” he says, half a tone away from frantic, “You sleep on the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

You blink. “What?”

He takes his own pillows, all stuffed up in his arms until you can’t see half of his face. You almost want to laugh. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No, James—” You press your lips into a line, holding back a bubble of laughter.

“I don’t want you sleeping on the couch,” he says, half fond, half stern. “I’ll sleep down there and we can talk in the morning.”

“James, I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay,” he smiles gently. You melt.

“No, it was just a joke,” you say quickly. “It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

James drops the pillows in his hands and they tumble off the bed, “A joke?”

“Yeah, I’m super sorry. Sirius sent me this video of this wife telling her husband she’s sleeping on the couch and he said I should try it.” Your words come out all mushed up and a little sticky. You hadn’t imagined him to react this way, you’re not sure why because he’s lovely and he’d do anything you him to. You imagine him sleeping in the backyard.

“Sirius?” he asks, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. They tremble and he bites the bottom one.

“Yeah,” you pant. You feel suddenly embarrassed. Your face heats and you cover your cheeks with your hands, pushing your fingers into your warming skin. “God, I’m sorry.”

James rounds the bed and you close your eyes. You can’t look him in the face. You’re not surprised when he wraps his arms around you, pinning your elbows into your chest.

“What did you expect me to do?” he asks softly. He sounds like he’s about to burst into a fit of laughter.

You shrug and your shoulder nudges his jaw. “I don’t know. I thought it’d be funny. I just feel bad now.”

“Sweetheart,” he coos. You feel even worse. Not as much so when his laughter rumbles up his chest.

“Stop.” You hide your face and mumble into his shirt.

He holds your head close, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop being so nice, you were supposed to argue with me or something.”

James laughs at your grumbling. “Since when do you listen to what Sirius shows you?”

“I don’t know. He bet me twenty you’d cry.”

“You wanted me to cry?” He asks incredulously.

“No, I wanted to win twenty quid!” You laugh, pulling yourself from his chest.

“Right,” he says grinning. He moves his hands to your face and you pray you don’t feel as warm as you did. He pushes his hands into your hair, thumbs pressing your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, James,” you say quietly. James has to bite back more laughter. It’s easy when you pout, he feels a bit sad.

“Christ, you’re adorable,” he laughs all things fond and sticky. You crumble. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It was a joke.”

“Okay,” you mumble, not very pleased.

He kisses your cheek until it apples. “Now let’s go get out twenty quid, huh?”

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i-will-just-nyom-bi · 1 month

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I just finished watching "A Good Man Goes To War" and, while crying bc I remembered River's life with the Doctor (the backwards meetings) and cackling like crazy after the "The Doctor Returns... IN LET'S KILL HITLER" I can't help but imagine their life afterwards

! PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT IT'S THE FURTHEST I'VE WATCHED SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THE FUTURE !

So, with the quartet of Amy & Rory being married, River being their daughter and our Space Boi being (in the future) her husband, I imagine a pretty wholesome family life while they travel in the TARDIS, which is miserable for the Doctor.

Like, Rory saying something that the Doctor finds stupid and corrects/objects/insults him, Rory blurts out "I'M YOUR FATHER IN LAW GODDAMMIT! " Which shocks them both. They look at each other like " ??? Did I/you seriously said that?" broken by River's "You tell 'im Dad".

Or, the Doctor having a minor disagreement over something, when Doctor says something like "Can't believe I married you! What happens in the future that I sank to this level?" and while River is used to it and is ready to spit some venom Amy rushes in and slaps the Doctor "DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY BABY LIKE THAT!!" and Rory standing in the distance "No man can touch my baby girl. (TM)"

I just think it's hilarious , Amy and Rory acting like super overprotective parents of a child that is way older than them (at the moment), River getting all smirky and Doctor considering of dropping them in the Jurassic Period.

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Mrs. Bradshaw would flash Bradley during arguments, and she’d do it multiple times too. Bradley would keep trying to get back to the conversation/argument and she just keeps flashing him bc she’s not about to loose this argument

(This is hilarious 😆)

You and Bradley didn’t argue often. When you did, it was usually just a silly disagreement or misunderstanding. Both of you could be stubborn at times, especially when one of you had had a tough day.

No matter what the squabble was about, however, you had discovered a secret weapon to get your husband’s mind off it completely.

You’d first discovered this little trick entirely by accident. You and Bradley had been debating about what to order for dinner—he was tired after a long day at work and you were cranky with your period just having started—and couldn’t seem to come to an agreement.

“Just order what you want. I’m not even hungry anymore,” you huffed, stalking off towards your bedroom.

“Baby, come on. Can’t you just make a decision?” Bradley groaned, following behind you in exasperation.

“I’ve given you like three options already! It’s not my fault you’re not in the mood for any of them,” you told him, pulling your shirt over your head and unhooking your bra, tossing it onto the bed. You had thought your pajamas were sitting right there, but then remembered you’d left them in the bathroom earlier.

“Baby, I just—”

Bradley’s words died on his lips when you suddenly turned around, intent on going to grab your pajamas.

“What?” you demanded, hands on your hips.

“I just—um—I mean—where did your shirt go?” Bradley asked, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stared openly at your naked chest.

Glancing down, your eyes widened when you realized that your grown husband had been completely derailed by the sight of your boobs. You couldn’t help but start laughing, your earlier frustration melting away.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, are my breasts distracting you?” you smirked teasingly, standing up straighter and raising an eyebrow.

“What were we talking about again?” Bradley murmured, stepping closer to you and resting his hands on your hips, grinning sheepishly.

“I think we were just agreeing about getting Chinese food for dinner,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he chuckled, kissing you softly.

From that day on, you’d learned that if Bradley needed a little convincing about something, a quick flash of the boobies never seemed to fail.

#bradshaw drabble #mr. & mrs. bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #mrs. bradshaw #rooster x wife!reader #rooster x reader #top gun: maverick #miles teller

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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Hiking Buddy // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Once upon a time you could joke that quaratine bordom was the cause of the mass amount of 2020 pregnancies. Well you could until you found yourself in the same boat...or shall we say crib?? Go on the journey as Y/N reveals the pregnancy to Charlie and later their friends.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of vomiting, pregnancy, and fluff.

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Requested: Yes. Anon

A/N: Someone asked for dad!Charlie and I couldn’t resist.

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Pulled from deep in your chest was a groan at the dizziness rushing from the bedroom into the bathroom. The tile floor cool to the touch as your body was flush on the bathroom floor recovering from the bout of sickness. The fortunate thing about the pandemic was that you had no obligations taking you out of the home. Sitting up, you sat back against the white porcelain tub grimacing at the bitter aftertaste of your date with the toilet.

Slowly you found your grounding enough to shakily stand on two feet to brush your teeth to get rid of the nasty aftertaste. Your eyes found the pale expression of your reflection fading as nausea faded as well.

“This is tainting naps for me.” You muttered under your breath, washing your hands before proceeding to splash your face.

Your social media had been flooded with many people in your personal life and celebrities announcing pregnancies. You and Charlie often made teasing remarks about if people were so bored. Guess you couldn’t joke about it anymore.

Your hand splayed across the bare skin under the band shirt hanging loose on your form with a small smile. It had been a hectic year getting married to Charlie while filming the first season of Julie and the Phantoms. The plan had been to wait a few years to enjoy your careers and marriage before children. Get more established in the film industry as a woman was necessary, but you couldn’t get mad. This child would be a gift.

“I’d appreciate if I don’t have gross cravings okay? I have to put up with your dad’s questionable food combinations. I may throw up looking at it.” You muttered smiling at the smooth skin you couldn’t wait to grow into a bump.

At the beginning of the pandemic, you, along with Charlie, had flown back to Canada. Living outside of city limits, Charlie was able to still hike and meet up with family in a safe condition. You grew more as a couple as well.

Turning the light off in the bathroom, you made your way to slip your faux fur lined grey and burgundy moccasins—the mid-afternoon sun shining through the windows of the bedroom giving a picturesque view of the forest. Charlie was more than likely in the home gym you had thrown together once arriving at the home.

“I have an idea a little one.” You spoke to the little life you carried inside your womb. After the positive pregnancy and your confirmation with the OB/GYN, you had ordered a few items.

First, it was baby-sized pair of hiking boots to go with a forest green, that matched Charlie’s eyes, onesie with black lettering. The lettering saying ‘And so the Adventure Begins’. The background had with trees and mountains. As nature enthusiasts, you thought it would be perfect.

The box had arrived early this morning when Charlie had been in the shower giving you time to hide it. Now you just had to mention you wanted to go hiking with him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Charlie spoke, kissing your forehead as he walked into the home. His first instinct to grab a snack after his workout, “How was your nap?”

“Energized me. Hey, are you too tired to go on a short hike?” You questioned filling a glass with water to hand to him. His smile was thanks enough as he tugged you to sit in his lap.

“We haven’t gone on one in quite a while. What brought it on?” Charlie asked, wrapping his arms around to finish his protein bar. His chin coming to rest of your shoulder familiarly; you relaxed into his chest.

“It’s a nice day. We’ve been cooped up in the house for a while. Just wanna get out.” You replied heart doing a flutter when his arms wrapped around your midsection.

“Let me get a few things,” Charlie spoke gently, pushing you up to the job to the spare bedroom. The closet kept the supplies you used for hikes, like the first aid kit that he started bringing after you cut your knee once.

As he collected the items, you quickly changed into clothing acceptable for the hike and shoving the things into the backpack. Slipping it on, you met your husband at the front door lacing up your boots. Charlie lifted the house keys in his hands before he tugged you outside, excited for the escape. His hand never leaving yours, you found the well-used trail you had explored countless times.

“Are you feeling better?” Charlie asked, swinging your hands together, refusing to release his grip. His eyes glancing over to catch your expression.

“I think I was overtired.” You replied, keeping your eyes on the trail looking for the rock you wanted to use.

Charlie’s phone was pulled out to make a short video.

“Get yourself a partner that suggests a hike before you.” Charlie slowed to press a kiss to your flushed cheek, “No but seriously. I’m incredibly lucky to have someone like my wife here.”

“Oh, shush.” You snickered as he intentionally pulled you to a stop to press kisses all over your face. His grin and his love would melt the hearts of his followers. Charlie returned the phone to his pocket as he hummed the melody to Unsaid Emily.

“Be right back.” Charlie spoke, squeezing your hand as he jogged to the forest, “I drank too much coffee this morning!”

You couldn’t help the laugh at his blunt words and his typical caffeine intake, but it gave you the perfect opportunity. Using the limited time, you were quick to place the onesie on the rock with the baby hiking boots near the shoulder. You had forgone on asking for a sonogram picture so you could share that moment with Charlie.

“I always forget to pee before we leave the house. Good thing we live near nature.” Charlie spoke jogging closer to where you were hiding the items behind you.

“Do you think green or mine?” You asked, bringing an expression of confusion on your husband’s face. He stepped closer halting when you stepped to the side, “I think yours. I love your eyes.”

Charlie was frozen entirely at the surprise you had planted in his short absence. He didn’t even notice he had moved until the soft cotton of the onesie brushed his fingertips. With his attention solely on the boots, he hadn’t seen you had a stepped up a camera to catch his reaction.

“Are those…?”

“They won’t need the boots in our arms, but I thought we could match.” You continued shifting with the camera to catch his wonder-filled gaze. His expression melted your heart as he gently caressed the side of the boot from his crouched position.

“We’re-“

“-getting a new hiking buddy.” You finished beaming as Charlie lunged you swing you in his arms, “Okay Char. I’d prefer not throwing up again.”

Charlie stumbled back glancing around the area, “I love how you surprised me, but what if you had fallen? I can’t have my loves hurt.”

“Charlie. We’re on an easy trail, not Everest. I’m fine.” You deadpanned watching his cheeks flush at your response, “But I would like to get home. I’m so hungry.”

September 2020

Emma Roberts, Sasha Pieterse, Bindi Irwin, High School Music alumni Ashley Tisdale, and Hilary Duff were only a handful of celebrities welcoming babies. If hiding your marriage with Charlie was hard during filming, hiding the pregnancy was harder with your friends. Especially hitting seven months with a big bump concealed with camera angles.

You wanted to keep the news under wraps, so the media focused on the show, not your pregnancy at an early age. Of course, your friends were suspicious of Charlie’s posts and stories, not showing their favourite Gillespie. Carolynn knew just by the fullness of your face barely noticeable to the others.

“Oof.” You breathed wincing at the sharp kick to your ribs from Sprout. Charlie’s concerned gaze glancing over from his interview.

Swiftly rubbing the area, the kick happened your fingers returned to flip the page of the pregnancy book. You had grown used to the concern Charlie carried, he always had his phone fully charged on his hikes. Hikes you hadn’t taken since you surprised him with the little boots; it had been a disagreement, but you got where he was coming from.

“I’m fine, Charles.” You spoke, forcing him to turn his attention back to the closing interview. Once he turned the camera off, he rushed over to crouch in front of the couch, placing his hands on your stretched belly.

“Thought we had a deal Sprout.” He cooed caressing the band shirt covering your stretched skin, “Don’t hurt your mama.”

Your face twisted as the baby shifted, while you were enthralled by the fact you were carrying a child it felt like an alien. It was weird feeling something move inside and kick your damn inside like a fucking soccer ball.

“I can’t wait for the baby to be out.” You groaned, hiding the smile as Charlie’s lips pressed against your belly. You couldn’t wait to see him interact with his child.

“I say we name him Luke.” Charlie teased shifting you ahead so he could slide behind you in the usual position. His fingers immediately massaging your stiff shoulders and neck.

“I like Alex better. He’s the best Phantom.” You retorted reaching up to hold his hands, “Sensitive and his sarcasm? Immaculate.”

“We can table the options at a later time.” Charlie quickly replied chuckling as you moved position once more to rest against his chest. His fingers finding their way into your silky hair, pregnancy hormones had sped up hair growth.

“Hey-“ Your words fractured as your phone buzzed with a FaceTime request from Jeremy. Charlie quickly answered with a snicker as your response was cut off.

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed at the sight of you two on your couch, “My wife and I had drinks with our family. Carolynn slipped and told me something interesting.”

You and your husband froze as Carolynn sheepishly joined her husband in their white bedroom with a quick apology. Guess the cat was out of the bag.

“You guys are having a kid?” Jeremy asked, taking in the two actors he had quickly become good friends with during filming. His mind recalling a moment at his wedding when you guys had disappeared for a good twenty minutes.

March 2020

The Shada wedding had been gorgeous and like a dream to see someone you saw as a brother find his other half. Your hand was kept tight in your husband’s sitting among Owen, Tori and Kenny himself. Owen had snuck himself and Tori wine while Kenny turned his eye to the underage drinking.

“Wanna take a walk?” Charlie murmured in your ear as Jeremy and Carolynn made their way around their guests. His hot breath sending a chill down your spine as his left hand came to rest on your thigh.

The romantic atmosphere with the wine you had had during dinner lowered your inhibitions that you and Charlie snuck to the less used bathroom. You two quickly gave evidence that wedding hookups were very real. You managed to sneak back into the reception where dancing was taking place; a perfect story to why you and Charlie were a little dishevelled.

“Hey!” Owen called seeing you two join him on the floor. The wine had blinded his view of the very obvious couple, Owen knew from catching you two what a quickie appearance looked like.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink Bud.” Charlie spoke to the teenager as Jeremy made his way over to his friends, “Congrats Jer!”

“Thanks, man! When will we get the Gillespie wedding we didn’t get?” Jeremy called over the music beaming when his new wife plastered herself to Jeremy.

“Maybe in the next year.” You retorted twirling in Charlie’s arms thanks to the dance lessons of boot camp.

“Oh my god. Little Gillespie was conceived at our wedding.” Jeremy spoke, leaning back to his wife, “You’d be due in November, right?”

Your cheeks burned as Jeremy and Carolynn put the pieces together swiftly, “Well can we keep this a secret until October? I don’t want to take attention away from the show.”

“You should tell the others.” Jeremy suggested squeezing his wife’s hand, “They might think Charlie kidnapped a baby otherwise.”

Agreeing to announce to your friends Charlie had set up a video hangout with Owen, Mads, Savannah, Jeremy and even Kenny. It was in the later evening with the hiking boots out of shot and your shirt and belly below the camera view.

“Hey, guys!” Charlie greeted his friends as everyone entered the video, “Insane how many fan edits there are!”

“So cool!” Mads beamed addressing Kenny, “Thanks for giving me the chance to be involved in the coolest project.”

“You did all the work.” Kenny waved it off, taking in the cast of one of his favourite projects to date. You all meshed together so perfectly even if your character was only recurring like Sav.

“Hey, Kenny can we get your opinion on something?” You asked, gaining everyone’s attention and excitement after only using texting with the group. Morning sickness and fatigue had depleted your desire to be physically seen.

Kenny nodded, leading you to grab the baby hiking boots, “Do you think these are adequate enough to run from the witches?”

It was utterly silent as Charlie raised the little plaque he had ordered. The plaque included the Hocus Pocus witches in front of a cream moon, faces featureless other than eyebrows and lips. The corner had a cobweb with a little spider and just under it said ‘Winnie, I smell…a child’ with the pregnancy test snug in the cut out. Your favourite was the ‘it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus’ under the test.

“No way!” Owen screamed as all hell broke loose with the others. Charlie beamed at the sheer excitement on their faces.

“You’re having a baby?” Kenny murmured with a smile at the touching announcement and acting being involved.

“Charlie suggested the Hocus Pocus theme because we may have kept it to ourselves and our family?” Your voice went up a few octaves as the truth broke free.

“You haven’t had the kid, right?” Mads questioned peering in the background behind you finding nothing.

“Hopefully we have our hiking buddy in November on the due date. I don’t want to overdue, this kid weighs a ton.” You moaned snuggling into Charlie’s side, “We defin-“

“Jer’s wedding.” Owen interrupted with narrowed eyes, “You disappeared and came back with-“

“-O there is a child present.” Sav joked getting Mads to scoff at her, but everyone made a face as they recalled your disappearing act.

“Oh, your house must be filled with gross food combos. I hope the baby gets Y/N’s looks and taste buds.” Mads called hanging up before Charlie could retort at her. His eyes rolled, but the smile told another story, but slowly each of their friends said their goodbyes.

“At least Owen won’t go spilling the news to anyone.” You snorted playing your hand on Charlie’s large one splayed across your tummy.

You had a lot to thank Kenny for too. Without being cast by him, you wouldn’t have met your friends which in turn would mean you wouldn’t have been at Jer’s wedding. That would have been tragic since his marriage is the sole reason you had a child due in two months.

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darthbloodorange · 3 years

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Cap-IM Rec Week 2021 - Something New Saturday

Day 6 of the @cap-ironman Rec Week 2021. (Which gems have you fallen in love with or enjoyed over the last year? Share them with us today!)

Here are some of my favourite works that have been posted since the start of the year.

[Recs below the cut]

Beautiful Marks by Kat_Greenleaf Rating: Teens and Up Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: Body Image Issues Summery: When Steve underwent Project Rebirth, he grew. His body stretched. It lengthened and widened, and it shows. Although he is supposed to be the perfect specimen, unblemished and scar-less, he's covered in stretch marks.

Steve is very self-conscious about these marks, and his partner, Tony Stark, sometimes has to remind him that his stretch marks are beautiful.

Rec Comment: Wonderful fic! Tony gives Steve some TLC to show him that he is beautiful even with his stretch marks.

understated, overwhelming by ohjustpeachy Rating: Pg Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: None Summery: “I hate to be the one to break it to you, baby, but neither of us can cook,” Tony says, stroking a hand through Steve’s hair.

“Hmph.” Steve gives another little huff of disagreement, but he seems content enough to sit like this, face tucked into the crook of Tony’s neck, Tony’s hand in his hair, the other warm on his back.

They stay like that a while, neither in any hurry to move.

Or, just five quiet moments of affection between Steve and Tony.

Rec Comment: So many sweet moments!!!

in the morning i'm bulletproof by ohjustpeachy Rating: Pg Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: None Summery: "Might look worse than it is," Steve offers, though the way he's gritting his teeth tells Tony otherwise.

"Looks like it feels pretty bad, darling," Tony breathes. He takes in the mess on the floor. The first aid kit lies at their feet, bandages and ointments and a million other things scattered across the tile.

"I dropped that," Steve says. "My hands were... shaking pretty bad I guess." He sounds almost ashamed to have said it.

Or, Steve comes back after a mission and Tony patches him up.

Rec Comment: Tony patches Steve up after a mission. Very sweet hurt/comfort, you could feel how much Tony loves Steve with every gentle touch.

the weight of all these dreams of mine by ohjustpeachy Rating: Pg Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: None Summery: It shouldn’t be enough to undo him, spilled tea in the early morning hours, but standing there, looking at the mess on the floor, still haunted by his dream and the countless sleepless nights that lay before it, Steve feels something in his chest tighten and splinter.

Rec Comment: Poor Steve, he really needs a hug. Good thing he has Tony know.

Build Me Up Buttercup by ishipallthings Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: None Summery: Tony sees the gold letters spelling “Stark” on the edge of Steve’s hood and his mind grinds to a halt.

Steve looks good wearing his name. Too good.

(In which Steve starts experimenting with a new style. Tony does not find this infuriatingly attractive, thank you very much.)

Rec Comment: Hilarious and super fluffy. Hipster Steve is adorable, Tony doesn’t know what hit him.

I Won't Give Up by JehBeeEh Rating: Teens and Up Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: None Summery: “I can do this, I’ve done harder things that didn’t have as great a payoff,” Tony told himself as the elevator took him down a few floors to Steve’s space. “Of course, I was never at risk of losing Steve in the process but still. He might still say yes. This isn’t a disaster. Yet.”

Rec Comment: Wonderful hurt/comfort with a de-serumed Steve Rogers.

There's No place Like Home by JehBeeEh Rating: Pg Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: None Summery: Steve tries to evade post-mission protocols. Tony won't pass up a chance to take care of his husband.

Rec Comment: Tony takes care of Steve after a hard mission. Super sweet with glorious hurt/comfort.

Love you by ElliotStark Rating: Pg Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: Panic Attacks Summery: One of those days when you just can’t escape The boundaries of your own landscape.

Rec Comment: Heart-breaking but so good.

Happy Birthday to America's ass by njava97 Rating: Pg Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: None Summery: It's the night before Steve's birthday and something is very wrong.

Rec Comment: I always love reading stories where fireworks cause Steve problems with his PTSD. Tony is very loving and caring in this.

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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As per your soulmate post, which sounds amazing and hilarious btw, what if they ended up being your enemy or someone you're in a major argument/disagreement with? Or just someone you don't really like/have a grudge against? 👀

Well. The only person I’m in a huge disagreement with is largely one-sided (she’s clueless of my anger towards her) and it’s mainly because she’s my aunt and being very stubborn about vaccinating her kids/herself/ or letting her husband with COPD her vaccinated. Political stuff, unfortunately, that we don’t need to get any farther into.

Enemies... is something I don’t really believe in, at least in regards to my personal interactions with others. Um. But I do have a few grudges/ people I don’t like. And if, for some strange cosmic reason, that one particular individual was my soulmate? Things would need to happen, and fast. I mean, if they didn’t sit down and start to work through their plethora of prejudices (which one reason as to my not liking them) and make serious changes to their mindset? Then at least I know better than to get involved in relationship. Maybe it’s cynical of me, but it would just be confirmation that I do not need or would not benefit from a romantic or sexual partnership with anyone and I would instead focus my energy on developing/maintaining family and friendships. It takes a lot, and I mean a LOT, for me to dislike a person. That’s why I can count people I have met in real like and still genuinely dislike on one hand, and have fingers left over. Celebrities and public figures don’t count for this hypothetical. I don’t actually know any of them.

So, in the case of this “negative” soul bond or a soul bond that wouldn’t actually end up being acted upon, I guess I would prefer the mark to be more straightforward. Maybe a tattoo that changes color to depict their mood, or changes size to indicate how close/far they are from you but never indicates direction. Or a bond that allows for both soulmates to disconnect from one another somehow. Maybe instead of being able to make contact, our bodies treat each other as ghosts and we just pass through each other whenever we try to make contact, but everyone else/the rest of the world behaves normally and is unaffected. And if this bond had actually been beneficial, then it would have come with the ability to which minds at will whenever the bodies phased through one another or to literally swap pains/senses when body parts phased through one another. But since this hypothetical bond would be bad, or corrupted, or just unable to work, it just makes us incapable of inflicting physical harm to one another whether on purpose or otherwise.

Yeah, I guess that’s how it’d be. It would suck, but I’d try to use a soul bond that could never work as a sign that I don’t need that kind of relationship and would be better off focusing my energy elsewhere.

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birdsaesthetic · 4 years

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During the Thunderstorm

A/N: So remember when I rambled about this prompt? I couldn’t rest for the whole week until I put it into actual writing 😁 Anyway, I think I mastered it! And I hope you enjoy it! on ff.net

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"It's only getting worse!" Kurt commented, his attention mainly focused on the view above him, which was limitless sky covered with thick, gray clouds colliding and increasing in size so drastically in matter of seconds.

Jane, just like him, couldn't take her eyes off the sky; it looked breathtaking, frightening, and mesmerizing all at once. "Oh God! We should head back home before this gets any worse and we get stuck here."

They were at Rich's apartment, now standing at the balcony overlooking the whole city, New York City, that now was looking rather like ghosts city, darker than ever, emptier too.

Earlier, when Jane and Kurt were having the ride to Rich's apartment, there wasn't the tiniest suggestion of coming thunderstorm. They hadn't recognized a single cloud in the evening sky, nor had they felt strong blows of winds, though now the weather was moist, and the winds below mostly from the west.

It hadn't been a full hour since they'd made it here, to Rich's place, and they hadn't even had a chance to catch up with the rest of their friends or to finish a full glass of wine just yet. Unfortunately, though, now they were considering heading back to their apartment at a Friday night, which they most of the times—but not this time—spent it either with their friends, or with one another, having a fancy date at a fancy restaurant—but even this option seemed to be stripped away now!

Easy footsteps approached Jane and Kurt from behind, which got both their attention as they glanced over to see that it was Rich steeping closer with all smiles. The second they only just tried to smile back, a great clap of thunder echoed through the sky, which had all three of them flinch, holding their breath. There wasn't any droplet of rain came with it, not yet, only lightning and rumble of thunder.

After Rich let out the breath he'd held, he gasped, "Oh! Seems like Lord is angry at you two," with a smirk, eyeing them in suspicion.

"Why us?" Jane chuckled, rather in nervousness, and with her Kurt chuckled too then took a small sip of the glass of wine he was holding.

"You just missed a hilarious joke I throw at Patterson. Tasha and Reade bursted out laughing." Rich replied, attempting levity, always and forever. "But don't worry; I'll throw plenty of those at each of you for the rest of the night." He smirked some more, then added, "You just stop creeping around and come in join us inside."

Jane cracked a smile then, looking at Rich then back at Kurt, who cleared his throat to say, "I don't think we're going to stay here any longer. The thunderstorm seems to be getting worse, and so we think that we should head back before we get stuck here with you until very late."

Rich quite literally had a panic attack to have heard that from Kurt, showing an absolute disagreement. "No. you're not going anywhere! We're just about to start the night. You can sleep over after that, don't worry."

Jane's brows rose. "Where? On your tiny couch? The two of us?"

To begin his suggestions, Rich stepped closer, managed to sound as convincing as possible, and then said, "Absolutely not! You can have my fancy, marital bed (that I don't have anyone to share it with) and it's behind a closed door. As you may know, I really respect your privacy. And no worries about me, I'll take the couch, happily. Alright? Also, if you two need even more privacy, I can just spend the night with my neighbors here next doors; they're really good people. They love me and I’m sure they wouldn't mind."

Jane couldn't help the wide grin that flashed across her face at how genuinely impressed she was by Rich, and the expressive gestures he'd made, and the concern he'd shown. An old memory she had with him just swiped her mind once he was finished talking, waiting, with all smiles, for an approval from them.

As for Kurt, he felt a slight blush spread over his cheeks at Rich being this generous with them. But after all, and with an apologetic face, he had to say, "Thanks, Rich, but we do have our own bed that we prefer."

"Don't disappoint me! Please, think it over."

"Maybe next time," Jane tried, in a voice rich with sweetness.

"It seems like a perfect time now! We haven’t even caught up yet!" Rich insisted.

"We still can while finishing this class of wine." Kurt said with a wink then took another sip from his win.

Rich would've kept pressing and insisting until the two would give in to his offer, but then, as western winds blew aggressively and he had to narrow his eyes, he gave in, defeated. "God, okay! But don't ever say that Rich isn't a generous friend and never offered us anything!"

Eyelashes fluttering to avoid the wind, Kurt pressed a protective hand over Jane's back, then shook his head and mumbled, "We won't, Rich. Thank you anyway!"

Disappointed Rich could no longer tolerate the heavy winds and the breeze that came with it, and so he retreated from the balcony to the living room, where everybody else gathered.

As soon as Rich departed, Jane turned to face the balcony and shook laughing, covering her mouth with a hand while the other held the glass of red wine. Kurt tried to have a glimpse of her face, tried to grasp what was the fun in that, but only failing in doing so. "What!" He asked then, grinning with a puzzled look. And when Jane surfaced, eyes shining with laughters, voice mixed with the laughters too, she said, "I just remembered something,"

"What is it?"

"It's—breathing—Remember when we first met Rich? The one mission we went undercover as a couple? He talked to me aside, telling me that he'd want to watch us make out together, or maybe he'd meant something more than just that." She laughed some more.

"He did?" a chuckled escaped Kurt's lips.

"He did. Remember how he was so blown away at how we looked good together as a couple?"

"Yeah, we looked good."

"We did."

"And we acted well."

"We did."

"We also danced well."

"That is also true." she rolled her eyes over, grinning.

They shared a loving gaze for some times as the winds flopped Jane's hair in every direction. But then, and as promised, they gathered with the rest and finished their drinks while chatting with their friends for a few more minutes, explaining to them as well that they would have to leave for now in order to get their place safely. Patterson and Reade considered doing the same thing. Tasha, however, could care less about such matters; after all, Reade was her ride, so...it wouldn't be her problem to deal with anyway.

By the time Jane and Kurt kissed their friends quick goodbye, made their way to the building's floor, and pushed themselves through the exit, the weather got a lot worse. No falling rain just yet. But the rumbling of thunders echoed in a powerful way, flashing lights and causing loud, deep noise through the sky.

Lucky Jane leaned to her husband's arm as it wrapped around her middle to keep her impossibly close, as if she were weightless and he were afraid to lose her along with blowing winds. A faint smile played across her lips to that, and she did the same for him, wrapping an arm around him in attempts to maintain some warmth between them. One passing stranger would've thought that they were just new lovers being so excessively romantic even in such circumstances.

After that, they walked against the winds the few paces until they finally reached the car, not necessarily rushing out. Each one of them looked out for the other, holding their breathing until they safely got into the car, Kurt taking the driver seat and Jane the passenger one.

Kurt stared straight ahead at the road and began driving the car, carefully and slowly. The view of the empty streets and the dark, growling sky felt as though the world was oozing toward its end, though there was also a sense of serenity in it.

Halfway through the ride, outside the car cold drops of rain started to fall simultaneously as Jane tuned the radio to a random channel, and it happened to be the weather report announcing and warning that heavy rain and thunderstorms would continue until the next morning.

Jane glanced over at Kurt, who was slightly frowning, his attention poured into the steering wheel and the road ahead of him. For more or less than a minute, she stared at him, not saying anything but only admiring his side profile, and the parted lips that gave him the appearance of someone pouring so much energy into what he was doing.

The rest of the ride passed quietly—well, technically not quietly since the rainfall thrumming all over their car, but the wordless air between them retains an aura of pleasant silence.

"So what's now? Spending a Friday night at our apartment? That never happened!" Kurt wondered, after having made it to their apartment, safe and happy, if they would not complain about how they'd had to stumble across the street from the car to the building as the rain poured so outrageously on them, which resulted in soaking them all over.

Kurt was just shrugging off his Jacket when he said that, and Jane was kneeling down to ditch her dirty pair of shoes. Now she lifted her ducked head to look at him, shrugging, "Umm, I think we should just get comfy in the couch, or our bed."

"Isn't it early for bed?" He thought, roaming across the living room until he stood by her side.

"No! And I'd say the bed. What would you say?" Jane was up on her feet by now.

"Would I ever disagree with you?" He began with the flirting, to which a touch of amusement flickered on Jane's face. She found herself speechless then, unable to form a word, unable to find the right words that would match his. Unique.

She just smiled.

Kurt approached. With his big yet light hands, he unzipped her jacket for her then striped it off. Her gaze lowered to the minimal effort he was putting before he folded it with care and set it upon the couch within his hand's reach. It was made of leather, her jacket, and so whatever she'd worn beneath it was perfectly dry and warm up until now. Thankfully.

She was still smiling when he burrowed his fingertips into the wet of her hair then bent down for a kiss. They shared a light kiss, but when he drove forward for a deeper one, Jane pulled away from his mouth, and smiled at him some more. A little frustrated, he tried again, only to see her slip away from his arms and already at their bedroom door.

Kurt did his simple night routine, which consist of three things: brushing the teeth, rinsing the face, and finally stripping the outer clothes, after that, he rested down on bed, facing the celling, and awaited Jane to come join him. She used extra more minutes in the bathroom, taking her sweet time to dry out all the wetness from her hair. And when she was done with that, she finally joined Kurt in the bedroom, wearing a thin piece of clothing, confident that not cold nor wind would reach her here and now.

Kurt spotted her when she first emerged, but he noticed that she didn't come join him in the bed just yet. Instead, she walked, almost blindly, across the room, farther from him. His eyes watched her move with easy footsteps toward the window, as if being drawn by a magnet. The more she stepped, the rumbling sound of the thunderstorm became like screams in her ears. She almost decided to turn around and go snuggle inside her husband's arms, who was mere feet away from here, but she exhaled and finally reached it there.

Her hands first clutched at the rough fabric of the curtains before spreading them wide open. What she saw outside the window sent a tremor through her spine: tremendous, angry thunderstorm shudder through the early night sky, throwing lights consistently. Rain pelted the glass, and judging from its aggressiveness, it looked like it was threatening to last forever like this but not until tomorrow's morning.

Jane loved the rain, however aggressive. She loved watching it from a cozy place as it poured down and enriched the nature. Each raindrop seemed to come down with a promising hint. Just the rain would be fine, however not with the lights flashing...

The sky lit up with another flash, and soon followed by another loud thunder. Her heart skipped a beat from within her chest, but then she raised a hand and pressed it against the window's glass, as if the glass were invisible and she would run her hand under the rain. But when all she felt against her palm was the glass's coolness, she sort of scowled. Just then that she pressed harder, wishing if she could feel it, the dropping rain, only to feel the sweat of her own palm.

Kurt called her name from across the room, having waited long enough, and disappointed Jane spun around to the growling of his voice, open-mouthed.

Eyes fluttering, peering through the muted lighting of the room, she caught Kurt's eyes from a distance nonetheless. Leaving the open curtains forgotten behind her, she tried a smile then finally joined him in the bed, sitting on his lap, with her legs on either side of him while he was laying back, eyes alert and shining, fixed on hers.

Happy to have her back in his hand reach, Kurt welcomed her with his warm hands gliding up and down from her waist to her ass. "You brought us bed early so you could keep vigil at the rain?" He said in whispers.

"No. So I could make love to you." She corrected.

Both smiled a knowing smile and closed their eyes as Jane brought herself lower to him then pressed her lips against his own. After a brief kiss, Kurt reopened his eyes, only to see her smile creep onto his face, as if glued on her lips; her smile never dropped off.

Feeling so much affection for her, Kurt shifted, got up, eager to keep her legs still around his waist, and then drove forward for another kiss. She hummed against his mouth, curling her arms around his shoulders and feeling that his hair still damp from the rain. Then, she pulled a little back, glanced at the window, then back at him. "I'm worried about whom without homes right now."

"Yeah, hope everyone stays safe." Kurt said softly. "But since you're safe, I'm not that worried to be honest."

Jane furrowed her brow. "Never thought I'd live to hear you say that!"

"Say what?"

"That you're not really worried about everything and everyone!"

"I'm worried about you!"

"I know, but you used to worry about everything and everyone else."

"That was a long time before. Now I have only one priority."

Again, Kurt had charmed her by his choice of words, to which Jane found herself speechless.

After that, she felt him sneak his hands beneath her top, seemingly desperate for more skin-to skin connect. As amazing as it felt, feeling his warm hands directly against her skin, she had to prevent him from getting there, pushing him gently to collapse against the mattress. Kurt did nothing in protest against that, knowing what she was doing and why; she wanted to make love to him, in her own way, is all. Now all he did, though, was match her smile as she petted his damp hair like a good dog.

From her point of view, his lips looked parted, aching to be kissed again, but she only outlined them with an index finger, and let her do so for awhile, then he slid out his tongue and licked, then sucked on her finger, which made her moan out loud, arch at the slightest feel of him, feel dizzy with the image of him all inside her, despite he barely had done anything yet.

His hands, once again, worked their way to her top, tugging on it. It was so thin that he could actually see the tattoos through it, her inked nipples, too—it really was no use having it on!

"Come on, lose the top, I've seen you a million times before." He pleaded, as her finger continued to draw random patterns all over his chin and lips.

"It's not about you've seen me before!" She retorted.

"So it's about what?" He asked, dumbfounded.

She fixed her spine, after having been hunched over him, and pressed her palms against his broad chest, then said, "It's about you've seen me a million times before yet you're dying from the inside now to see me once more!"

He chuckled, "And what if I want to see you once more?"

"Of course I'll show you what you want to see, honey." She reassured, to which his face broke into the widest grin in silent thanks.

As promised, she pulled the top over her head then put it aside, before which she rolled her eyes in a way she seemed to really enjoy pleasing him to the point of bursting but also feeling a little stubborn to show it. He, as a reaction, felt the satisfaction run throughout his veins, looking at her with pure desire as his shoulders relaxed, and his forehead softened.

She was so damn beautiful, had always been. Every time he ever saw her, he'd wondered how she looked this beautiful, slim yet surprisingly strong. Sometimes he'd wondered to himself, other times he'd told her that, out loud—just like this time. "How are you this beautiful! I'm so grateful that you're the one I married, and you became my wife, now I can touch you, everywhere, and we can make love, anytime. Well, whenever we can, right? Can we...now?"

Having heard that, Jane helplessly pulsed for him between her legs, imagining the feel of him there, against her thighs, the sparking center of her desire. And then, she gasped out a triumphant laugh before she bent low, nuzzling against his nose as she whispered, "Of course we can, honey."

She locked her eyes with his as she got to her feet, cast down the rest of her clothes, then climbed back on top of him. She could feel him now, beneath her, impossibly hard like a steel despite how they were barely getting started—they even hadn't bothered with foreplay.

After matching her, casting down the only piece of clothing he had on, Kurt helped Jane to rise and squirm here and there until their body joined together. Before doing anything farther, the two stole a moment of appreciation, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and mind running a mile a minute at how much they wanted each other, badly so.

As if going to dive into the ocean, Jane drew in a deep breath then begun riding him with a good deal of effort. She momentarily lost control of her eyes so they fell close, and her jaw dropped as Kurt gripped onto her hips to brass her firmly; not to arch or slip or something.

The rain continued to fall heavily, pelting at the window's glass, its sound pouring into their ears with the loud rumble in the sky from the outside. But they got used to it by now, and it felt like a nice addition, like an encouraging soundtrack.

They moved so slowly together along with the steady thrum on the windows, making the minimalist effort. The moment Jane reopened her eyes, she caught him look at her fondly during moving with him. The little glint in his eyes, admiring her small breasts bounce with the movements, with the effort she was making, admiring how gorgeous she looked in pleasure all because of him... Or the fact that her hair was brushing against his face and it might've scratched his eyes yet he didn't bother to close them...

The mutual desire increased in intensity the same way the thunderstorm had earlier today. Extremely. But it wasn't until a series of great claps of thunder echoed, howling, crying, warning, and baying like a wolf from within their room that Jane steeled, stopping completely, and stayed herself by gripping onto his shoulders. Kurt's eyes were bright, teasing in the semidarkness and she was digging her nails into him as if to hold on for their life as she looked down at him. He brought her head to him then kissed her softly in the lips, whispering something she couldn't hear. Perhaps something reassuring.

Heart pumping, too stunned to think, let alone move, Jane used a few seconds to breathe, and then she resumed moving. But the thunder wouldn't shut up, so she was still distracted, mind else where, Kurt could tell.

"Focus on me, honey." He whispered, his voice sweet.

"I'm with you." She breathed, barely having found her voice as she moved clumsily against him.

"Are you?"

She sighed, realizing he was right. "Sorry, but it feels like the whole ceiling is going to collapse upon us and with it all the walls will come down, and I'm steeling—"

"Wanna come beneath me, so I take the hit when that happens?" He chuckled.

"Kurt..."

Their bodies were still joined when she found herself beneath him a second later. He kissed her hard then whispered, "It's okay, you're safe, here with me. Just give me your absolute attention and I'll make you forget everything happening in the world right now. I'll stop the time for you if you want me to."

"You know how to butter me up, huh!" She whispered, holding his cheeks.

"Don't I?" He whispered back, then chuckled right against her mouth, which sent his warm, wet breath against her skin, which also tickled her nose a little. She curled up her lips in the tiniest of smiles, despite how anxious she was feeling. "Slowly, okay?"

"Don't you worry." He promised.

She blinked at his promise, then wasted her breath on kissing him, withdrawing strength from him. A few seconds later, he began thrusting into her, rising and falling, slow as promised, but also determined.

He truly could make her forget about everything else once he was atop her, inside her, his body fussing with hers, feeding hers.

The sky shook with cries of the thunder again and again. The rain raged on. But they didn't even flinch at it, they rocked together with matching possessions, desperate for release, but also eager for this moment to last.

#During the Thunderstorm #blindspot #blindspotfic #fluff #I just love this #I just love them #Jeller #jane doe #kurt weller

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years

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What about the Bo Rhap boys with a reader who’s sign is Cancer?

Sure thing! Here ya go, a warm, delicious Zodiac headcanon! Enjoy!

cw: mentions of sex, drinking, and swearing.

Joe:

When you met him, you liked him at once. After all, he knew the entire Single Ladies dance frontwards and backward from each step to each hand flip!

You are naturally compatible and homebodies! When you began as friends you would sit binging shows together and then come back the next weekend and binged some more. Soon, however, kissing got involved. Whoops.

You tend to be withdrawn, needing to come back into yourself, in your skin, so Joe has the patience to deal with that. But you can also be yourself around him.

You are both also protective of your space. You make your shared home very nice and cozy. Joe has all of his shorts folded and organized by color and you have your books and plants.

There is no drama at all. There might be a bit of conflict or disagreements, but not shouting or slamming doors, just two people in love.

You provide empathy and intuitive support and he has attuned physical senses and lots of integrity.

Even though sex can be super vanilla, it is deep and meaningful, Joe even sings little silly songs in his aftercare ritual of pulling you on his chest for a bit and then getting you some water as you both talk while sitting down and the blanket draped over your shoulders.

When you cry, you sometimes don’t even know what’s going on but Joe is there for you. He chooses careful kindness overcorrection. He softens his thoughts and you even notice relaxes his body with you.

You both are Natural partners, excellent friends, and even better lovers.

Rami:

Rami is an old school romantic, loving chocolates and flowers and cute lil shit like that. He knows your worth and what you can bring to his life.

He takes you to candlelight dinners, plays soft music, dances with you every excuse he gets, and takes you on walks in the park. All that stuff that makes you go squeeeeee! He will pampers you, bring you small gifts, and sends handwritten love notes.

He's a touchy-feely too. Expect for Rami to give you surprise hugs and caress your face. He makes an experience even out of a simple kiss. It’s all so much that as soon as you get home or leave to use the bathroom away from him, you are a blushing, laughing, smiling mess.

You can see Rami being a husband and father to your babies, that’s why you’re dating! You are won over. And you don’t fall in love easily or often.

You both enjoy quiet social life. Your friends love spending time with Rami and the few times you have been with the people he knows, the BohRap gang included, you feel welcomed and a part of them.

He keeps your feels in check. One time you got hurt by a friend so much you were a crying mess, Rami’s arms didn’t leave you for one second, just to keep you safe.

You share mornings strolling through antique markets, and then evenings sipping champagne by candlelight. Admiring the glow of the fire on each other's skin and comparing it.

Gwilym:

At first, Gwil seems like a player to you so you are hesitant but he is very friendly and sweet and charming and proves himself so you two end up falling for each other, whoops.

You find ways to have fun at home. You both enjoy playing board games with beer even though Gwil has his competitive streak showing and it’s hilarious to watch him lose.

Meanwhile, Gwil takes you out and shows you off. It makes you smile when he pulls you up to someone and says “this is my darling, Y/N! Jealous, yet?”

He also challenges you to have more fun and to be more active and out there. One time you were nervous to try a certain roller coaster but he made you go saying he’d buy you anything you wanted and you had fun and yelled at the top of your lungs when it got upside down.

Your living arrangement is super creative- full of your collections, your tastes, your memories, and cute photos.

You nourish Gwil and give him a home in between travels. As soon as his bags drop after being flown somewhere to film, he flat out runs to you and hugs you for a whole hour.

You are both natural friends! If you storm home from work/school/whatever, fuming, you would say “hey, you know what that bitch Abigail did?” and he would go “oh shiiiiit, what did she do?”

You are both engaged in every experience! When Gwil took you to the beach, you both didn’t talk for the first five minutes because of how lovely it was. The smell of the salt in the wind. How the sand looked a little pink at sunset. It was perfect

He learns slows the hell down and realizes and respects your moody nature. He enters your world of closeness and stability and sees joy in it.

You learn to gather your courage, take risks, mix up your schedule, and have more spontaneity. Both of your lives would have been meaningless and dull had your paths not intertwined.

Ben:

Your story together is basically like a rom com: Ben works so hard and bent on success, but on the inside, he is lonely and sad!!! So that’s where you come in! And suddenly he realizes there is more to life than just winning all the time and finds love!

You are the key to his softness! He finds rest and release in you! Sometimes Ben will be tired and just rest his blonde head on your shoulder and nothing more needs to be said. Often he even falls asleep there, wrapped around you like a koala.

Like Ben, you only appear a little cold sometimes. Beneath your cool, calm exterior you are a softie full of flower crowns and uwus. And Ben brings that out because of how secure he makes you feel.

He makes you feel accomplished. If you complete something at work or school and brag about it, he will be so proud and hug you and kiss your cheek, beaming. He gives you stability as well! With his movie money coming in, he’s happy to help you out when you need it.

When he’s unsure, you use your intuition to help him. If Ben goes to you and says “hey, should I accept this role?” You will go and say “I have a funny feeling about it, so probably not.” Then that movie or show turns out to be a humiliating flop. When Ben reads that review, he laughs for an hour and thanks you (”you’re blood psychic!”)

He also uses his strength when you are feeling low. You can rely on him as your rock.

You show love through making him food, spending long hours together, and well intended nagging! (Which Ben secretly loves bc it means you can take control and keep him in check).

Sometimes Ben isn’t sure if he is good enough for you. Sometimes you feel a little jealous of women who oogle and flirt with him. This is healed when you show physical signs of affection to each other. Lovemaking heals your fears and doubts of rejection from the other, you both feel assured. And afterward, he spoons you and kisses your head, you feel his soft voice and hot breath whisper “I love you”.

He means it too.

Taglist: @queenlover05

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magicofthepen · 4 years

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Gallifrey Relisten: The Inquiry

So this time I’m posting my reaction thoughts before listening to the corresponding @podofrassilon episode, so I’m curious to see if there’s anything that’s a) the same as someone’s thoughts on the podcast or b) in wild disagreement with someone thoughts on the podcast, because both are fun. And I might do a followup post if there are new things I want to talk about after listening to the podcast? Although mostly I’m just excited to hear other people talk about this episode because there are a few key things that fall under the category of “this is probably an interesting thing to theorize/speculate about but I haven’t really done that and it would be cool to hear other people do that.”

Spoilers for/mentions of: A Blind Eye, Lies, Enemy Lines, plus vague references to overall character arcs.

“I am Lady Romanadvoratrelundar, President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and All Her Dominions, Holder of the Wisdom of Rassilon, Preserver of the Matrix, Guardian of the Legacy of Omega.” Romana, please.

“What is Narvin after? Why does he take part?” “Because he has no choice.” No, Narvin definitely was the one who called the inquiry, Leela has a valid point here. The motivations are a bit...weird, idk, in Weapon of Choice Narvin wants to hold Romana accountable, but this not-impartial inquiry with Brax in charge is definitely....not that. Was he hoping there would be a more genuine investigation into the Gryben incident but it didn’t work out? Did he care less about the inquiry after Romana didn’t actually end up starting a war or something in Weapon of Choice? Did he just want to make a point that when she crosses a line, he’ll make sure it isn’t forgotten?

“He’s CIA, of course he’s up to something.” The venom directed towards the CIA here...it’s a bit hilarious. Listen, I know, I know that Romana has solid personal reasons to distrust the CIA at this point, but I’m still like...bold words from a future CIA Coordinator.

“Whatever happened, the CIA recruited Narvin and he never looked back.” This is flagged purely to note that I’m excited to hear people’s Narvin backstory headcanons. And also, I’m not sure if I just never pay attention to this, but who was running Project Alpha, if not the CIA? That kind of weapon feels like it would already fall under the CIA’s supervision.

There’s definitely a messy dynamic there with Narvin and "Torvald” and trust — Narvin lets “Torvald” hang around, but doesn’t actually want to tell him everything about Project Alpha. Obviously Narvin doesn’t know "Torvald’s” real identity, but at what point does he realize that Real Torvald was in league with Free Time? Is there a time when he shifts from some semblance of trust to strictly pretending to trust him? Does Narvin really trust anyone ever at this point?

Romana figures out a way to track the device, but like. Has no one been looking for it this whole time?

Darkel agrees to let Leela go as an impartial observer, and is generally pretty chill with Leela? Also pretty chill in general? Another big “I want to hear Thoughts about this” thing is Darkel’s shift in attitude towards Romana and Leela between The Inquiry and Lies — I think I’ve seen some ideas about it, but it isn’t set up in the same way that you can hear Narvin getting increasingly pissed at Romana the longer series one goes on.

There are these recurring discussion of trust in this episode — Romana: Don’t trust Narvin. Or Torvald. Leela: I do not. They have let me down before. / Narvin: Do you trust the President? Leela: Why do you ask? / Leela to Brax: I trust you. And actually, it’s all about who Leela trusts (or is being told to trust, or doesn’t trust), which is super interesting considering the end of the next episode is going to leave Leela with some major trust issues.

“Trust is something that is earned. Perhaps one day [Braxiatel] and Romana will earn your trust.” “I doubt it.” Well, Leela and Narvin are both half right.

I wrote down “Andred you asshole” and now I genuinely can’t remember what I was referring to, but it sounds right.

Narvin has moments where he’s almost being respectful towards Leela, but ruins it — i.e. “That Savage knows more about the art of war than you do.”

Romana’s insistence that “Andred is probably dead and really you should move on” is uhhhhhh not the most supportive behavior but also dear god she really wants to be Leela’s favorite doesn’t she.

The iconic: “One thing our President cannot be accused of is incompetence.” speech. :)

“I can make mistakes. And my mistakes have consequences.” A flickering moment of self-awareness from our favorite disaster president.

Romana: “I’m going, Narvin, and you can’t stop me.” Me: yeah that’s the show isn’t it.

When exactly does the “metaphorical bridge at midnight” scene take place for Brax? He doesn’t seem to know about the threat of the data bomb yet, and he’s already dealt with the sculpture by the end of the episode in Present Times, and the meeting is clearly meant to be close to the present, but I’ve never really thought about when exactly it falls.

Kind of related: I am in general really interested in hearing other people talk about Brax because I don’t have many Brax thoughts myself? Mainly because I’ve only listened to Gallifrey (haven’t listened to Benny, haven’t read any of the books), so I feel like I can’t really form strong opinions or headcanons or theories about Brax’s character because there’s so much I don’t know about him.

This is something I’ve seen other people talk about, but Narvin is actually being considerate of Leela’s feelings in this episode? “With all due respect to your late husband” — it backfires, but he is trying to acknowledge her loss even while he’s criticizing the Chancellery Guard. And then the whole bit where he hesitates to tell her exactly what Andred said to him, and quickly reassures her that Andred was lying when he was saying terrible things about Leela. I think Narvin’s behavior in that latter scene is partially motivated by trying to keep her calm and drag out telling her about Andred until Torvald can get there for backup (she was threatening him), but there’s another part of it that does seem quite genuine.

Yet another episode this season where the solution is to let the bomb go off, to let events run their course.

So if Brax and Narvin were the only people who knew about Project Alpha, how did Arkadian know to steal the device to try to provoke a war? Certain Theories About Arkadian aside...the question of how the heck he knew it existed and how to go after it is an interesting one. All questions about Arkadian are interesting ones tbh, considering there are no answers about Arkadian.

It genuinely took me several times listening through Gallifrey before I realized that they did actually destroy a planet at the end of the episode because they’re very chill about it? Oh, this device is So Terrible, but yeah, it’s cool if it kills everybody on that planet because that’s how Time Goes. It’s not even really made into a moral dilemma? Idk it always felt a bit tonally inconsistent with the other episodes this series, which I think is why I genuinely did not follow this bit of plot for so long.

Okay, so when the timonic fusion device was stolen, it was snatched right before detonation? And wasn’t there a whole thing in episode one about how the detonation sequence couldn’t be stopped? (I mean, it wasn’t a real detonation sequence in episode one, but still). The point is: they stole it like a second before it blew up and really quickly turned it off...how? (This is mostly just me being nitpicky for fun, I don’t actually care that much about the details, this is Doctor Who.)

Kind of alluded to this above, but yet another episode that ends with Narvin being pissed at Romana (here for disregarding Brax breaking the rules).

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princessmisery666 · 4 years

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Truth Be Told - Part 3

Series Summary: Friends with benefits always works out, right? Well it works for Steve and Rayne until a mission goes awry. Steve discovers his super-soldier abilities aren’t immune to everything, especially the truth.

Summary of Part 3: Steve discovers there’s something even his enhanced abilities can’t protect him from.

Warnings: Fluff, language, angst, drink spiking.

W/C: 3k

Challenge: @amanda-teaches writing + reader challenge. Prompt: “I came home to a note that says “here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. Xo” - is bold.

Characters: Steve Rogers, OFC (Rayne), Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, other OC’s.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC.

Beta(s): @firefly-in-darkness / @petitgateau911 / All mistakes are my own.

Master Lists: Series // Steve Rogers

Part 3

It wasn’t the first time Rayne had been in a chauffeur-driven car with Steve Rogers; Captain America, Avenger, Super Soldier, War Hero - it was easy for her to forget who he was. His many titles became trivial a while ago, not long after they met, he was simply Steve. But tonight his job was at the forefront of her mind, she couldn’t help being acutely aware that the tuxedo he wore was, in fact, his uniform for the night.

“You okay over there?” Steve asked, his tone soft and encouraging.

Rayne hummed a non committal response and flicked her eyes from the window to him and back again, offering a flash of a smile.

“You sure?” Steve questioned brows raised, “cause I can hear your heartbeat and…”

She laughed, she often forgot about his enhanced abilities and smiled sincerely focusing on him completely. She assured him, “I’m fine. Besides, I owe you for that awful, amateur comedy night.”

Steve laughed, head tipping back momentarily, as the memory surfaced. They took it in turns to decide what activities they did when they hung out. Tonight’s party was Steve’s pick but they both knew it was more than just hanging out and that was part of the reason her heart rate was accelerated.

“You do owe me,” Steve agreed, his laughter stuttering to a chuckle, “but that guy falling off stage was hilarious!”

Rayne joined in with his laughter, “Although I kinda feel like a dangerous Avenger’s mission is a bit beyond penance.”

“Rayne,” said Steve, turning as much as he could in the backseat to face her, “I promise you there’s no danger. If I thought there was even a remote chance it wasn’t safe I wouldn’t have asked you to come. It’s just a party.”

“Yeah, a party where we’ve got to keep the host occupied, so your team can locate and stop a black market deal to exchange a suspected cursed artifact.”

Steve had invited her to the party as his plus one and told her from the get-go that the team would be running a mission the same night. Steve suspected his invitation had been so the billionaire could keep an eye on him. If Steve was in eyesight at all times then he wasn’t looking for the item or stopping the million dollar deal. Plus, what better alibi to have than being in a room with Captain America when the deal was going down?

“If you're having second thoughts, I can get Dave to take you home,” he motioned toward the driver, “and I’ll come round with a pizza when it’s over.”

“No way,” She frowned, her brow creasing with deep disagreement, “I have not got my fill of you in that amazing tux,” she grinned appreciatively and she watched the blush dust his cheeks. “And I’m not gonna risk some flashy millionairess looking for her fifth husband scooping you up.”

He chuckled, reaching for her hand, “you better stay real close then,” he winked and kissed her knuckles.

“I’m good, honestly,” she assured him when his playful smile smoothed to a serious one. “I’m just worried I’ll say something wrong.”

“You won’t. Whatever someone asks you just answer honestly, tell the truth,” said Steve. He held a finger to his ear and Rayne knew someone must have been talking to him on coms. He smirked and relayed the message, “Sam said to just leave out the part about the side mission.”

“Good tip,” she laughed.

Steve had stayed by Rayne’s side all night, a firm hand on the small of her back or fingers clasping hers and he was glad after an hour or so the constant contact seemed to relax her. Her heartbeat returned to normal and her smiles weren’t as tight or forced.

Steve hadn’t wanted to cancel, for fear she’d make plans with Casey and would end up spending the night being flirted with. He knew it was stupid, he had no claim to Rayne. But why run the risk?

Besides, he reasoned, the night would have been unbearable enough, having to save face in front of the worlds cameras and Mr Clements who probably thought he’d got one over on the Avengers. The thought of enduring it with anyone else made him want to audibly groan. At least he could enjoy the company of at least one person. The only good part about the night, he suspected, would be spending time with Rayne.

It also helped him sell his story, if he took a friend, then it would help lull Clements into a false sense of security. After all, if there was a chance of conflict or fighting Steve wouldn’t risk the safety of a regular civilian.

“You okay?” Steve asked when they finally had a minute alone and found themselves at the back of the room in a quiet corner. The party goers seemed to have made Steve the guest of honour, he’d shaken more hands, kissed more cheeks than he cared to think about and his own jaw ached from smiling for pictures.

“I am,” she confirmed with a bright smile. “Are you? Is the party what you expected?” she asked and her eyes flicked to his ear.

He chuckled and smiled with a small nod, understanding the hidden meaning behind the question. “A couple dancers got their toes stepped on but it’s almost over,” he answered, mirroring her smile. “Nothin’ to worry about.”

The information relaxed her further and she sipped her champagne while Steve enjoyed his scotch. Scotch wasn’t to her taste, even the expensive brand Steve liked, and she’d told him she looked forward to washing the sting from his mouth when they were truly alone later. He was eager to have her do it too, the simple black dress embraced her in all the places he wanted to and he was eager to remove and replace it with his body. He estimated another half an hour would mean his duty had been fulfilled and he could take her home.

“Mr Rogers,” Thomas Clements exclaimed loudly approaching them with his wife by his side.

Steve shook his offered hand and both gentlemen introduced their respective partners, Edith and Rayne, to one another.

“My wife and I have been watching you two,” Mr Clements explained, eyes roaming from Steve to Rayne and back again. “And we’ve made a little wager.”

“And we need the two of you to settle it for us,” Edith elaborated.

“Okay,” Steve answered cautiously, though he was certain he knew what was coming. “I’ll do my best.”

“So I think you two are just friends,” he gestured back and forth between them. “But my darling wife believes,” the elderly gentleman emphasized. His tone was fond and sweet as if his wife’s romantic notions were nothing new. “You two are a new couple?”

Edith further explained with a happy smile, “I’d say in your first few months of dating? A year at most?”

Steve was surprised they’d managed to avoid the question until now. Everywhere they went they were asked the same. It seemed the world couldn’t grasp a platonic relationship between a male and female. Though, he’d admit after the first night he met her, friendship, even the friends with benefits arrangement they had, had never been his intention.

But to answer the inevitable question this time, Steve twisted the truth, “Sorry Mr. Clements, your wife is right.” He slipped his hand from Rayne’s back to her hip and as he pulled closer she turned her body into him, a hand slung over his shoulder and the other stroked a feather-light touch down his cheek to turn his face to hers.

He’d prepared her for this exact scenario. He’d told her if anyone asked about their relationship it would be best to say they were a couple because again it looked less suspicious if he’d taken his girlfriend to a dinner party.

But what he wasn’t prepared for was the soft kiss she placed on the corner of his mouth. It was so natural and real he couldn’t stop the shy smile from curving his lips upward as his tongue snuck out to lick the taste of her champagne from his lips. The contented smile on her face and the loving glow to her eyes made his heartbeat quicken and he was glad she didn’t have super soldier enhanced hearing.

They’d never been affectionate in public before, it was only ever behind closed doors and in that moment Steve realized how much he wanted that. To be intimate with her in the daylight, show the world how he felt. He took a sip of his scotch to give himself a second to reign in the urge to blurt out the thought.

“We’ve been together,” Rayne’s brow furrowed as if uncertain, “about seven, eight months now?”

Steve replied, “eight months since we met.”

Rayne nodded in agreement and turned her smitten smile to the Clements couple.

“See Tom, I told you,” Edith fixed her husband with a smug smile and then turned back to Rayne and Steve. “Was it love at first sight?”

Steve and Rayne looked to the other as if offering the opportunity to answer but both laughed it off awkwardly. Steve knew their laughter could pass as shyness but he took a sip of his drink and felt warmth spread through him and without another moment’s hesitation he answered honestly. “I don’t know about her, but I definitely felt something.”

Steve had to break his focus on her mesmerizing eyes to control his urge to lean in and kiss her. He smiled warmly at Edith and Tom and continued. “We were in a bar. I was just looking around, not searching for anything, but then I saw her and I felt like I found it, y’know?” he asked and received a nod from Edith who seemed to be hanging on his every word. “I know it’s cliche, but there was just something about her. I admit, I cheated a little and listened to her conversation with her friend and she made me laugh from the get-go. I knew right then and there I wanted to get to know her. She wasn’t smiling, she looked so annoyed, angry almost, but I couldn’t look away. I wanted to… I needed to see her face lit up with a smile, a genuine one. She made me work for it,” he chuckled fondly at the memory. “But when she did...when she gave me that full on dorky, no holds barred smile, I knew I was in trouble.”

Rayne chuckled and playfully squeezed his shoulder, “It was not a dorky smile!”

“When did you know?” Edith encouraged with a content smile, “when was the moment you knew she was the one?”

Steve chuckled, remembering the exact moment he knew something had fundamentally changed inside him, knew he wanted more than what they had. “I’d been away for a while, working. Hadn’t had time to call and I thought she’d be mad but I got to her place and there was a nerf gun sat on the porch and a note that said - Here is your weapon. I have one too. First one to land three shots wins. Loser makes dinner. Good luck. I knew then something had changed.”

He faced her and the affectionate but shy grin made his breath hitch. He knew he shouldn’t say any more, the lie was complete, he’d said enough to convince their audience. To say more would be to cross a line, they had a very specific deal. Friends with benefits, no feelings involved. But the harder he tried to stay quiet his pulse pounded in his ears and he felt knots of pain twist in his stomach, almost unbearable enough to make him want to double over. The longer he stared at her, he couldn’t stop his mouth from moving or the words spilling out in a tirade of honesty.

“I swear every time I left her, she left me in pieces, good and bad. But it was worth it every time. She kinda stumbled into my life and it was like a breath of fresh air. I didn’t think I’d love someone again, not in the way it mattered anyway but…She opened up parts of me I thought were still buried in the ice.”

The bubbling pain that had been present before he spoke completely disappeared as he watched tears collect in her eyes. It had been more than playing a role, sure he’d had to put a show on for the Clements, but his words had been true. He’d known for a while but he had never meant to say it out loud. For the first time since he’d met her, he couldn’t read her expression but he could see she knew he’d spoken absolute truth.

The static in his ear broke his concentration then Sam was talking to him. “Damn Cap, I think I just fell in love with you.”

When he tried to find the words to apologize; as if he’d been eating peanut butter, his tongue stuck to the top of his mouth and the discomfort in his stomach returned with a vengeance. He fought to keep his lips together, it physically pained him, his temples thudded and he felt droplets of sweat break out on his forehead. He tried to say the words to take it back, but the more he strained to speak the insincere words the pain intensified.

He felt the tickle above his lip just as Rayne’s features morphed into concern. “Steve your nose,” she gasped, putting her drink on the nearest table.

He swiped at the tickle before it reached his top lip, his fingers came away smeared with blood. Rayne was quick to tip his head back, holding a napkin to his bloody nose.

“Oh my,” said Edith handing Rayne more napkins to help stench the steady flow.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked and even with his eyes staring up at the ornate ceiling Steve could hear the insincerity in his voice. “You can use my private bathroom to clean up.”

Steve declined the offer at the same time Rayne excused them politely and led Steve toward the bathroom ensuring his head remained tipped back.

They hadn’t uttered a word to one another in the bathroom. Rayne had helped clean him up and by the time she was done the driver called to say he was outside and waiting.

The time it took to drive the mile-long path to leave the property lines was all it took for Steve to conclude that his drink had been spiked with a truth serum. A very potent one at that. The nosebleed had been a result of him straining to fight its pull. He suspected Tom had wanted Steve to use his private bathroom, so he could corner him and question him. However, Rayne had been smart enough to use the bathroom off the main room, in perfect view of the party.

As they hit the freeway Steve tried to say sorry and explain what he suspected had happened, but every time he opened his mouth to apologize nothing but a small squeak escaped him. In the moment he wasn’t sorry. He had meant every word and apologizing for it wouldn’t have been his truth. The potion coursing through him prevented him from telling a simple lie. So eventually he’d stopped trying and kept quiet in the hopes it would wear off.

He couldn’t read her mood. She kept her face turned to stare out of the blackened window and the glimpses of her reflection he caught showed an emotionless mask.

She didn’t immediately rush to get out of the car when they pulled up at the curb outside her house but he rushed to round the car and open the door. She accepted his offer of help to exit the vehicle but paused on the sidewalk turning to face him.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“I’m fine,” he answered just as lightly. “Don’t worry about me.”

“But I do,” she confessed, “worry about you. What was that back there?”

Don’t tell her the truth - He begged of himself. The serum must have worn off as the lie tumbled from his lips as easy as his breath this time. He scrunched his features in to a grimace for good measure. “I’m sorry, did I take it too far?”

“Steve don’t do that!” Bucky warned in his ear, reminding him he still had his comms connected. “Tell her.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve repeated, unsure if it was for Bucky or Rayne. “Mrs Clements was eating it up, so I thought it would be more believable if I got a bit romantic…”

“Oh it was definitely believable,” she nodded her eyes growing wide overemphasizing how believable it had been. “You almost sounded…”

“Stupid,” he chuckled trying to hide his nervousness that she clearly didn’t believe the lie he was trying so desperately to sell. “Idiotic, soppy…”

Her addition cut off his rambling, “Regretful.”

He toed a stone on the ground with his shoe to avoid her expectant gaze. He was regretful, for not having told her sooner, for effectively friend-zoning himself when he hadn’t corrected her friends with benefits definition.

“Steve,” she coaxed but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. “Did you mean what you said?”

He needed time to process. To fully understand the implications, good and bad, of what had been said before he could make an informed decision as to whether he could live with the consequences or not. If he could brush it off as acting and continue as they had been, he’d be happy. If he could confess he meant every word and have her reciprocate he’d be ecstatic. But if he confessed and the feelings weren’t mutual he’d be devastated.

What she felt about him wasn’t a question he needed answering, not right now at least. He liked what they had, their arrangement worked, and he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. Once words had been spoken or feelings revealed, they couldn’t be taken back. Negative results of said revelations weren’t a risk he was willing to take.

“Steve,” she tried again.

He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. He wasn’t ready to do this. His persistent silence proved to be too much for her and he held his breath when she took a step toward him. She kissed his cheek, feather-light and whispered, “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Say something!” Sam shouted down his ear.

“Steve don’t be a punk!” Bucky countered.

Steve watched her walk to her door. “For the love of god tell her it was all true!” Bucky groaned in his ear as if he was his own conscience screaming at him.

Steve switched off the earpiece, effectively cutting off his so-called conscience before it convinced him to blurt out her name and call her back

Part 4

#Truth Be Told #Steve Rogers #Captain America #Steve Rogers x OFC #Steve Rogers x Original Female Character #Marvel Fic #Captain America x OFC #Captain America x Original Female Character #Marvel #MCU #Avengers #Truth #Fic

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corruptaxpoliticus-arch · 3 years

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ship meme!

Dating:

Where was their first official date? Le Diplomate in DC. It was Mycroft’s idea, having been there before and loved it. It was the night after they finally admitted their feelings for each other. What is their favorite date location? Any sushi place. Mostly because Mycroft will actually eat whatever they order. How many dates before their first kiss? None. They slept together then the first date happened after. Who asked who out first? Technically, John. But Mycroft admitted his feelings first. How many dates before they considered each other a couple? 2 or 3. However, they had already reached that point before either of them realized.

Friends:

How many mutual friends do they have? A few. Mycroft tries to be friendly with Sam, as much as one could call them friends. And John is determined to be friends with Alex, despite both Myc and Alex knowing it’s not going to happen. Which one of their friends is most likely to get in between an argument between the ship? Sam. However, it’s much more likely that John will stop an argument between Mycroft and Sam. Which one has more friends? John. Mycroft has a few close friends and that’s about it. Which one has introduced the other to more people? Technically, John. Mycroft has mentioned John to quite the number of people though. Did they start out as friends and made their way to a couple, or were they a couple almost right away? They were kind of friends? But the friendship didn’t last too long before feelings started to arise.

Arguments:

What do they argue about the most? Mycroft’s lack of eating and his terrible eating habits. How do they usually solve their disagreements? Mycroft will promise to try to eat better and change his ways. He does so for about a few days before eventually going back to his old habit. Do they argue a lot or not very often? Because of the nature of their long distance relationship, John doesn’t see how much he eats/when he eats. And even if he asks, Mycroft will lie and say, yeah, he’s ate that day. When actually, he probably forgot. Who admits to being wrong more often? Neither. They’re both stubborn men. Instead, they’ll just change the subject and move on.

Sex:

Who is more likely to initiate sex? Neither will initiate it more than the other, but John will suggest newer things more. Do they prefer to do it in a bed, or do they prefer a chair, or perhaps the shower? Maybe other spots? Yes. Yes. Yes. Also yes. However, bed is usually bigger and tends to be more comfortable, especially for cuddling afterwards. Do they practice any kind of bdsm in the bedroom at all and if so, what kinds? Light to medium amounts. They both like being tied up and they’re pretty open to other things, but nothing extreme. Who’s usually more dominant in the bedroom? It depends on who wants to be/who wants to be more submissive. It changes. Lights on or off? On. Do they share any kinks? Oh many. Usually if one asks about trying something new, they’ll try it and sometimes find something they both like. Does either one have any kinks that they don’t have in common with the other? John has a uniform kink that Mycroft doesn’t have. Have they ever had sex anywhere public before? Oh yeah. Mainly their offices, though. But there had been other places. Who would be most likely to suggest bringing in a third person and who would that person be? Neither. John wouldn’t be down with that and Mycroft respects that.

Cuddling:

When are they most likely to cuddle? In bed after sex and in the mornings. Also when they’re watching telly after work. Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Any place, really. But there’s something domestic about cuddling before they go to sleep at night. Who’s usually the big spoon? John more often than not, but sometimes Mycroft is. Do they cuddle often? God, yes.

Marriage:

Are they married? If not, is it something that could happen between them? They are not, but it is something Mycroft has thought about from time to time. He doesn’t bring it up because it wouldn’t be fair in a long distance relationship. If they are married, where did they get married at? If not married, what is their dream wedding location? Someplace warm and private. If married, who proposed to who? If not married, who would be more likely to propose to who? Mycroft would absolutely propose in some over the top way. Probably on some beach in a private villa. If they are married, which one moved in with the other? If not married, who would be more likely to move in with the other? While neither moves in with the other, due to the nature of their long distance relationship, they both have keys to get into each other’s houses. And when they travel to the other’s country, they tend to use each other’s house, instead of a hotel.

Children:

Do they have kids? If not, would they consider having kids? John has Hancock, the very large puppy. And Mycroft has Pumpkin, the very small cat. How many kids do they have? If no kids, how many kids would they want to have? None. The have Hancock and Pumpkin. What are the children’s names? If no kids, what would they name their kids? See above.

Random:

What are three random headcanons you have about the ship that are not related to romance or sex?

The long distance actually does start to affect their relationship negatively after about a year. Mycroft ends up canceling plans that they had made due to something coming up at work and he apologizes profusely and swears he’ll make it up to John. But things just keep coming up. Any and all plans keep getting pushed back. While they’re normally in near constant contact, communication between the two of them lessen. Eventually, they end up playing phone tag, until John finally catches Mycroft right before a meeting. It’s here that Mycroft suggests a break, not fully breaking up, but just a few months until work slows down. The break ends up only lasting a few weeks until John shows up at Mycroft’s door unannounced, ready to tell him that this is stupid and they should definitely get back together. He doesn’t get any of it out before Mycroft is pulling him into his house, slamming the door behind him and kissing him.

Pumpkin doesn’t actually like John and hisses at him every time he’s around. Mycroft thinks it’s hilarious. One day, right before they’re about to leave for dinner, Pumps jumps up on John’s lap and falls asleep. Mycroft just smirks, telling him he’ll order something, since he’s not allowed to disturb and wake the child.

Even though they don’t officially move in with each other, they do end up keeping clothing and other items at each other’s houses. Most of the clothing at John’s flat are just things he’s stolen from Mycroft and never gave back. Mycroft knows about them and doesn’t complain... much.

Which one is more likely to suggest getting pets? Neither. Mycroft is happy with his one cat and is fine with Hancock. Which one eats more snack foods? John. Mycroft will go for anything sweet though. What is their favorite movie to watch together? À bout de souffle. Mycroft thinks it’s poetic irony and he will always suggest it when they’re together. What is their favorite tabletop game to play together? Sam suggested a game of Monopoly one weekend when Mycroft was visiting John in Boston. It ended in a huge fight and Mycroft decided he’d never play again, claiming Sam cheated. That lasted until the next time he was in Boston and told Sam he wanted a rematch. What are your three absolute favorite things about this ship?

It’s basically riddled with angst okay, Long distance relationship? Insert pinning and missing either other. They want to be with each other so much and they can’t and it sucks. Immortal dating a mortal? John will outlive Mycroft and it hurts. Mycroft will continue to age as John visually stays the same. Then add in the prison stuff and it’s just so good.

They just love each other so fucking much and it warms my heart. They just want to be apart of each other’s life and know everyone important to the other person and it’s sweet . They care so much about each other and just want the best for one another, even if it means sacrificing their own happiness for it to happen.

There’s nothing funnier than an American revolutionary being in a committed relationship with a conservative British man.

What is one thing you don’t like about this ship? am i supposed to not like something about it. I think the fact that Mycroft never gets to be the loving husband he wants to be. He almost had it with Riley, but she died before that could happen. I don’t know, the idea that he never gets married to the man he loves with his entire being is sad to me. If you had to rate this ship on a scale of 1-10, what would you give it? 12.

#i'm yours to keep && i'm yours to lose ( mycroft && john )#ofcongress

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sallyscherryade · 4 years

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My Review of @pegasimyth 's Work In Progress

hey, all you cool cats and kittens!

I've been gone for a while, mainly due to my laptop deciding to boogie on down with the angels and leave us after fuck knows how long and just general laziness. But now, I have decided to make a comeback and write something that has been a LONG time coming. Let's say, nearly a year.

If you are somehow unaware, @pegasimyth is a chaotic demon on this website, who I have the pleasure to know in real life. She is the gayest person I've ever seen, a little arsehole and a wee shorty. She's gonna agressively whatsapp me know. ANYWAY, she is an incredibly talented writer and for roughly a year has been working on the great piece of scripture know as WIP. It doesny have a name yet...

Me, being the fabby dabby friend that I am decided (at half ten, i might add) decided to do a full, detailed and in-depth review/analysis of this novel. I will give you a wee introduction on what the story is about because about two fucking people who follow me have read it. I shall then break down the characters and conclude by sharing my overall thoughts. Easy enough?

Now that you are briefed, here is a wee synopsis. It has just dawned on me how fucking difficult the plot is to explain. The story starts with a boy called Chris walking down a street eating chips (fries for all the american degenerates). Seems pretty chill, right? LOL NOPE. A van fucking speeds into the scene and out pop three of the most madly brilliant characters ever, who we shall discuss further later on. Basically, Chris is a dragon and they are as well and he moves in with them into this massive house where they go on cool missions and shit, given to them by a semi-evil corporation called The Suits. It's really confusing. It makes sense if you read it. Okay, time to break down the characters.

1. Raven

I chose to start with Raven because he is kind of the closest thing WIP has to a protagonist. Raven's life is sort of a mess. He goes through boundless trauma brought on by a TWAT called Theo (more on nippleface later), was taken in by a father figure of sorts who was murdered right in front of him. As you can no doubt tell, anna loves torturing her characters. He suffers from a lot of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and his issues are treated in a delicate and understanding way. They are not fixed in an instant, nor are they disregarded as him being a dick. They are harsh and real, and the way they are written with such emotion and skill is truly amazing. I wish I had the ability to develop and make a reader care about a character like anna does with Raven. He is also hilarious at times, showing the drier side of Anna's humour. Tell you what, his one liners are fucking brilliant. He is also a caring person and protects his sheilded with such loyalty and love. Also, as I feel he'd want me to say this, C'MON THE ACES!

2. Kat

Kat is a fucking trooper. I really want to give her a hug and tell her she's doing great because she goes through absolute hell. Yet, despite it all, she survives. She protects her "children" and who she cares about while looking fucking excellent in a suit and berating Raven at the same time. She is tough as nails but has a heart of gold. Also, her conversations with Raven in Spanish are the best thing in the fucking world.

3. Pup

You could say that Pup is somewhat of a fan favourite amongst WIP readers and for good reason. The first time I heard about Pup was atop a bus after the Edinburgh Book Festival and I instantly fell in love with his cuteness. He is basically a human puppy and it is goddamn adorable. He has also had a troubled life (ARE WE NOTICING A THEME HERE, YOU TERROR ANNA) and has his struggles along the way but with help from his friends, always propsers eventually. He is a true sign of hope and love and it is impossible not to adore him. Kat and Raven look out for him so much AND IT IS SO WHOLESOME! I basically consider this precious child to be my son.

4. Chip

I have said it before and I'll say it again CHIP. IS. UNDERRATED. Anna has a pure vendetta against main characters and as a result hates Chip which angers me greatly as he is fucking amazing. He is so kind and adaptable, it's great. Chip expresses true loyalty and perseverance which are among the best traits a person can have. He is also great trans representation! TRANS RIGHTS, MOTHERFUCKERS! Also his friendship with Pup is something I bloody adore.

5. "The Hospital Gang" - Ark, Noah, Eva + Jimmy

Okay, they aren't officially called "the hospital gang" but it suits them. The aforementioned characters were, at the beginning, created because the main four often need medical attention. Then, something special happened. Ark and Noah are the married couple who work at the hospital (Ark being a doctor and Noah a paramedic). They have two children, Rens and one I can't remember the name of and can't be arsed looking up AND THEY ARE THE REASON I HAVE OXYGEN! THEY ARE ARE SO FUCKING ADORABLE IT AIN'T EVEN FUNNY. Next up is Eva, the character based on yours truly, who is mainly used to inflict pain upon pup or to be the gang's mom friend/babysitter/paramedic. Her friendship with Noah is truly great and their comedy is fucking amazing. Jimmy is Ark's big brother. He is massive, built like a brick shithouse and was just realised from prison after being wrongly accused of murder. He makes the true vicious scottish warrior trapped within my soul incredibly happy. What a trans ally fucking icon!

6. Theo

CUNT

7. Charlie

I saved the best 'til last. CHARLIE. IS. THE. BEST. CHARACTER. I WANT NO DISAGREEMENT BC I AM RIGHT! He is my husband and he is amazing. I think about the fact he is deceased no less than five times a day and every time i do, it makes me want to backflip off a fucking cliff. He is such a genuinely brilliant person, it makes me cry. A character who was originially created to inflict major emotional distress has taken on a life of his own. I can't wait for all the depressing tumblr headcanons when WIP gets published...

Okay, I've had my fun, let's get down to business (to defeat the huns). Bordering on 100k words, this piece of writing is geniunely revolutionary. Despite the painful and heart-wrenching moments it has that want to make you rip your own face off, this book has so much heart and a core value of friendship above all else. I care about the characters and what happens to them. My friend, I don't think I've even said this directly to you, so I shall do so now. What you have written is a gritty, real, down-to-earth, diverse and beautiful story which I deeply adore and respect. IT'S FUCKIN DYNAMITE, MATE! Thank you for writing this. Also UPDATE IT BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST!

l8er sk8er,

sally x

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microcroft · 4 years

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Are you still writing you stardew valley fanfic? How are Shane and Gris doing?

I'm always writing the shane and gris fic, actually it is more of a tomb... i mentioned this ask to my friend and she said “That's like if someone asked the council of nicea if they were still writing the bible” oh and i also have a very long spotify playlist for them.they're great! absolute dumbasses in love! there's some very angsty moments because they are a couple and they both have anxiety and depression and miscommunication happens, love isn't always sunshine and rainbows, it is unhealthy to not have arguments and just ignore issues. as said by elliot in the fic when he is talking with shane about what should be done after the two have their first big fight and gris runs off to sulk and attempt to calm down, elliot comes being some “Romantic era vampire version of the fab 5 buzzing around the house”: “Arguments can break relationships apart, but if mended correctly, the pieces will be brought back stronger than they were before”. anyway they both have big “I love my husband” energy and have proposed to each other numerous times even though they are already married.

Shane is a fairly popular streamer and they go to Generic Streaming Convention and a livestreaming interviewer for the event stops gris as he is heading back from like the bathroom or something and is like “who are you excited to see here?” and gris mentally panics for a second and then is like time to be funny “Uhh... i really like [random stardew valley universe streamers i made up]. Definitely not TheChickenGuy. hate that dude, he’s so irritating.”interviewer like freezes because he didn't expect anyone to be like... mean. then he just laughs nervously and is like “thanks, hope you have fun at the rest of the event” and gris just does finger guns and walks back to shane. many fans think its hilarious, but there are a few casual viewers of shane that don't realize that gris is shane’s husband (even though he has been in many, many streams, both just popping in and sometimes playing too (a little like jenna and julien), gris takes a lot of enjoyment in replying to them on twitter.Speaking of people not knowing they are together, clint finally managed to figure out, after they were already engaged, that shane wasn't trying to date emily and neither was gris. despite being in the saloon, in clear view of their space at the bar when1) gris gives his dramatic “pls be my boyfriend” speech and presents shane a bouquet of sweetpeas, jazzes, and, of course, hot peppers2) the two have a loud disagreement over whether a lord of the rings character is a top or a bottom (this isn't necessarily romantic but that's just how date night is sometimes)3) gus states, on multiple occasions, when they walk in together, “There's my favorite couple! how are my boys this evening?” 4) shane and gris getting drunk (something very rare for shane these days) together on new years eve, doing bad karaoke (almost certainly a mid 2000s romantic pop punk song) and then going back to their place at the bar and making out.5) seriously there has not been a single time that they were in anyway hiding the that they are together and that they are in love.6) they walked into the bar like a day or two after they got engaged and everyone cheered. shane was wearing his mermaid’s pendant and they were holding hands.

#this is me actually holding back #shane sdv #sdv #stardew #farmer gris #My Boys #Anonymous

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A Letter to Three Wives (1949)

In another time, during my mid-twenties, I would be considered old to have never married. Millennials, in their young adulthood, have stared down an economic crisis and now a pandemic that has encumbered societies in unprecedented ways. The median age for a first marriage has never been higher. Go back to the years after World War II in the United States and one will find a record amount of marriages (and divorces) among those in their early twenties. Marriages then and now test the forces of attraction as they ebb, survive disagreements, temptation, differences in character and values. Few other films capture that essence as well as Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s A Letter to Three Wives. Released by 20th Century Fox, A Letter to Three Wives is set in an idyllic, upper-crust suburban America – a reality most Americans are unfamiliar with. Yet, the tensions in this drama are deeply felt, and the anxieties of the three wives are shown with extraordinary compassion and understanding.

Somewhere in what looks like upstate New York (still close enough to drive to the Big Apple and back in a day), Deborah Bishop (Jeanne Crain), Rita Phipps (Ann Sothern), and Lora Mae Hollingsway (Linda Darnell) are volunteers who are about to take an annual riverboat ride for the underserved children in the community. Lunches have been prepared. The children are running up and down the decks, excited for a weekend of play. The ship’s engine sounds ready for cast off. In this town of enormous two-story homes, spacious front yards, old trees overlooking residential streets, and a quaint Main Street, even cosseted families help their neighbors in need. Before embarking, they receive a letter from their friend, Addie Ross (who is never fully seen; voiced by Celeste Holm), saying that she is leaving town with one of their husbands. She does not specify whose husband has she run off with: Bradford “Brad” Bishop (Jeffrey Lynn), George Phipps (Kirk Douglas), or Porter Hollingsway (Paul Douglas; no relation to Kirk).

After reading the letter, Deborah, Rita, and Lora Mae decide not to speak about it for the rest of the trip, so as not to spoil the mood. During the trip and picnic, all three wives reminisce about their marriages as if they fully expect it is their respective husband – each of whom has, at one point in the past, admitted attraction to Addie Ross – who has been unfaithful. What could possibly have gone wrong, they wonder as they remember. This is shown in three lengthy flashbacks before the trip concludes and the women return home.

Already boasting breakthrough hits with Dragonwyck (1946) and The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947), Mankiewicz would find himself among the elite of 20th Century Fox’s directorial lineup with A Letter to Three Wives. Joseph L. Mankiewicz served not only as director, but as screenwriter in this adaptation of A Letter to Five Wives by John Klempner – too many wives, said Fox studio head Darryl F. Zanuck, as writer Vera Caspary adapted the story for four wives and Mankiewicz eliminated one more. Indeed, given how this film is organized, five wives are too many and four would be a stretch. Mankiewicz and Caspary’s treatment of the three stories manages to tie each wife’s/married couple’s story to the others, while retaining each marriage’s distinct dynamics.

First is Deborah. Played by Jeanne Crain, she is a U.S. Navy veteran, having served in the Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service (WAVES) and met her now-husband, Brad, while in the Navy. Her flashback takes us to the time when Brad introduced her to his friends’ circle and the country club’s social for the first time. Being out of uniform and donning a formal dress is an alien concept to her, and she is worried about making a fool of herself in front of Brad’s friends and everyone gathered there. There are hints in this first vignette of a class divide between Brad and Deborah, but this is never expounded upon for Deborah (Lorna Mae’s segment will lean into this). Nevertheless, the screenplay confronts Deborah’s fears about being the new girl, imposter syndrome, and her social anxiety. This could be treated as a punchline, as some 1930s and ‘40s films were more inclined to depict. But the writing and Jeanne Crain’s unsettled visage in her performance treat her feelings with legitimacy, acceptance, and good humor. Deborah’s flashback in A Letter to Three Wives sets the tone for the film: always rooted in humanistic drama, but not without some gentle comedy.

For Rita and George Phipps, their scenes together are more confrontational, with the other trying to assert as much control in their off-kilter lives as they can. She writes for radio dramas; he is a schoolteacher in language arts. She wants him to secure a higher-paying job (as if their comfortable house isn’t already enough, apparently); he feels like he has found his calling in teaching and think radio drama writing makes a mockery of great literature. Viewers more attuned to the politics of gendered pay differences might find George’s assertions to be backwards. The fact that it is even shown at all in A Letter to Three Wives upends the stereotypes of a male breadwinner – while not portraying the husband as a jobless ne’er-do-well – is remarkable, regardless of artistic medium. Yes, this is always framed as Rita’s story, but it takes her and George’s concerns as seriously as the other. Again, we see Mankiewicz and Caspary treating both side of a married couple with all respect to what fulfills them professionally and personally – occasionally in a relationship or friendship there is a clash of interests, but it is up to both to work through those differences. Though not his finest performance, Kirk Douglas – given the rough-edged persona cultivated in his filmography – is perfect casting. Ann Sothern’s passive-aggressive delivery of her dialogue is a joy, as we know she means not to offend. Those who adore Old Hollywood character actors will notice an uncredited, scene-stealing Thelma Ritter during Rita and George’s vignette – her last uncredited film appearance before greater (credited) performances for her future.

With Linda Darnell and Paul Douglas starring, Linda Mae’s flashback was the least satisfying for me, but also the most comedic. Linda Mae is from a working family – the finances difficult, the home ramshackle. Her story is set before meeting Porter, who just so happens to be her wealthy employer. The ethics of a wealthy executive being engaged with a younger employee (this soon-to-be married couple appears to have the largest age difference of the three, even though the age difference between Jeanne Crain and Jeffrey Lynn as Deborah and Brad is similar) are murky at best, and the dynamics of their relationship deserves to be viewed rather than described. Their marriage is not one of convenience, nor one based on values, but it overcomes the class differences – illustrated hilariously – that should make their story together impossible. It appears Linda Mae and Porter are on unstable ground, speaking to the unease in her socioeconomic status and his lingering pain over a failed marriage. Mankiewicz and Caspary’s screenplay, for the first time, appears a little unsure about what to do with Porter – whose free-wheeling personality sees Linda Mae make fewer demands than her friends. The resolution may surprise some in its brevity (and I imagine some will take issue to it), but it speaks to the messiness of individuals and how love contorts and forgives.

Linking all three vignettes together is the unseen Addie Ross. Portrayed in voiceover by Celeste Holm, Addie’s presence reverberates around the film half-seriously, as the three wives wonder which husband has been poached. But most importantly, what unites the film is the friendship between Deborah, Rita, and Lora Mae. Credit the performances of Crain, Sothern, and Darnell (one of the best performances in a tragically shortened career). Each of their characters has the others’ backing – evidenced early on, when Rita counsels Deborah before the latter’s first night out in town. Their promise to not speak of Addie’s provocative letter until their trip is over holds, reflecting a predisposition to suburban secrecy and upholding gendered mores that say women are too emotional and should restrain emotional outbursts. Not once are the wives’ bonds to each other fractured. Though the wives are collectively silent, the audience knows that they must be going through that punched-in-the-gut feeling that everyone experiences sometime in their life. That this is depicted with such grace speaks to the masterful writing and a fantastic ensemble performance.

Had A Letter to Three Wives remained as A Letter to Five Wives, the wives would have been played by Gene Tierney (1944’s Laura), Linda Darnell, Maureen O’Hara (1947’s Miracle on 34th Street), Dorothy McGuire (1947’s Gentleman’s Agreement), and Alice Faye (Fox’s primary musical superstar in the 1930s) – all set to shoot in November 1946. Talk about a “who is who” of 20th Century Fox-contracted actresses! This is not to downplay the credentials of Crain or Sothern, but the former was a young actress yet to realize the heights of her career and the latter was best-known for the Maisie series at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM, who loaned Sothern to Fox for this film). With Darryl F. Zanuck’s recommendation to revise the script to cut the film down to three wives, shooting did not begin until June 1948.

There is much that A Letter to Three Wives covers. From returning veterans to gender-coded expectations to class, this is a film attempting to make sense of a time when couples hurried to marry, with the United States’ economic boom extending into peacetime. Its flashback structure may seem a hackneyed thing almost seventy years later, but each additional segment layers poignancy to the past and present. So often overshadowed by Mankiewicz’s next film (some little thing called All About Eve), it has few rivals in Western cinema among films on marriage, in exultation and anguish. A Letter to Three Wives is Americana at its finest – not in blind celebration of these days long past of manicured lawns, dinner parties, and children playing until sundown; but in acknowledgment of human foibles that have and always will persist. It is the stuff that makes life interesting.

My rating: 10/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. A Letter to Three Wives is the one hundred and fifty-ninth feature-length or short film I have rated a ten on imdb.

#A Letter to Three Wives #Joseph L. Mankiewicz #Jeanne Crain #Linda Darnell #Ann Sothern #Kirk Douglas #Paul Douglas #Jeffrey Lynn #Celeste Holm #Vera Caspary #Sol C. Siegel #Arthur C. Miller #Darryl F. Zanuck #TCM #My Movie Odyssey

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“The Wind Beneath His Wings,” A Tales of Vesperia fan fic

Flynn never really meant to tell Lady Estellise everything that he did. Hopefully, Yuri forgives him.

Set before the events of the game. Yuri/Flynn, Flynn & Estelle.

[Please leave a comment on AO3 or a review on fanfic dot net! ♥]

Flynn does not think of himself as secretive. He keeps his private life to himself, but just because he is not baring his heart to the world does not mean he is hiding it. Even still, he is surprised when Her Highness hooks into the little bit he lets slip.

They are on the balcony of her sitting room when he says it. His shift is technically over, but ever since meeting the young lady, he has found himself drawn to her. She is honest and true, and in that way she reminds him of a certain someone. So perhaps that is why he lets his guard down, as they are overlooking Zaphias, and he says:

“Yuri would hate this view.”

Yuri would be disgusted with it. Yuri would look out and only see the vast amount of wealth that the royal family hoards, would see it as symptomatic of a broken system. Yuri would be right, of course, but there is something more here. Yuri would overlook the way the rays of the sun hit the buildings just right at sunset, a celebration of nature’s beauty and mankind’s innovation. The way this view allows Lady Estellise to watch her people from afar.

Perhaps it is cruel to think that, given that Lady Estellise is not ever permitted to leave the castle. This is the only way she can watch them. She isn’t even given the opportunity to hold audience; that responsibility falls to Prince Ioder, but Flynn can’t help but think that the Princess would benefit from that far more.

It isn’t his place to speak such thoughts.

“Why?” Lady Estellise breaks him from his trance, and he blinks as he turns to face her. Her eyes are curious, inquisitive. She learned that from books, he thinks, but books can never answer her directly. She’s had to find the answer in further pages or in other books.

“Uh…” Flynn scratches his cheek and wonders how to explain Yuri’s point of view to someone he would probably hate. No, Yuri would only hate her position; if Yuri took the time to get to know Estellise, to know how kind and considerate and sincere, then he would probably be willing to lay his life on the line for her.

Knowing Yuri.

“He’s just a very pessimistic person, that’s all,” Flynn says, and hopes it’s enough to satisfy her.

It isn’t.

“So, who is he?” Lady Estellise demands, her gaze turning sharp and determined, her tone almost an accusation. Flynn nearly jumps out of his skin as he turns to look at the princess, realizing in that moment that he’s said too much, but he refuses to admit anything.

“Who is… who, my lady?” he asks, feigning ignorance. Clearly he does not feign it well enough, because Lady Estellise’s brows furrow. She looks betrayed, as if this lie truly hurts her, and guilt swoops in his gut.

“Yuri,” she replies. “You just said the name, Flynn. You can’t get out of this that easily.”

He lets out a sigh. Anyone else might have let it go, sensed that Flynn doesn’t wish to discuss it. But once Lady Estellise has her curiosity hooked, she doesn’t let go, ever. “Just… an old friend,” he hedges. Her eyes narrow at him. Oh, she can definitely tell he’s trying to slide out of this. “I don’t know how much he would be comfortable with me telling you. I grew up with him in the lower quarter.”

“Really?” There is something pleased in the Princess’s voice, her fingers curling around the railing on the balcony. Something almost mischievous. “You two grew up together? This pessimistic person of yours?”

Of mine? Flynn wonders, and immediately regrets it, because he feels the heat rise to his cheeks as soon as he does. “U-uh, my lady,” he begins, unsure of his footing. Yuri has certainly never been his. Though Flynn can’t help but think nothing would have changed if he had. “Yes. We… we did. We joined the Knights together, as well, but he has become disillusioned with the Empire.”

And that was putting it mildly. He sighs again. “We have always been very different, he and I. Never quite seen eye to eye. But… despite that, I think of him often.”

Not even Yuri knows just how often. Flynn has written letters and scrapped them more times than he can count. He’s up for promotion soon — it’s almost guaranteed that he will make Lieutenant within a few months — and at that point, he knows he won’t have time to write any letters at all.

Not that it matters much. Yuri almost never replies, unless it’s to scold Flynn (You don’t have to inform me of every sin you’ve committed or every time you’ve sold your soul to the Empire. We both know what you signed up for.) or to mock him (What, is the great Flynn Scifo, son of Finath, giving up so easily? You haven’t even changed anything yet).

Why does he keep writing him? Why does he keep trying? He doesn’t know.

The best letters he gets from Yuri are unprompted ones. Ones that tell him Yuri will be visiting, and at what time, and Flynn had better be there. Or else.

“In what ways?” Lady Estellise prods, and Flynn knows exactly what she’s getting at. He knows exactly what she’s asking for: she’s asking for all the details about Yuri that Flynn would be willing to give her.

And, rather without his consent, he gives everything to her.

He talks about how Yuri’s cynicism has always been in direct contrast with Flynn’s optimistic beliefs that the Empire must be changed from within. How it irritates Flynn and how he craves it at the same time. He and Yuri might have fundamental disagreements about what constitutes a moral action, which is most evident in how frequently Yuri is hauled to jail for obstructing tax collectors, but Flynn knows it is so easy to slip down the wrong path. He has seen plenty of his superiors do it before, believing their actions were righteous but were too willing to turn a blind eye to people in need. Yuri forces Flynn to see what he didn’t want to, and Flynn needs that, needs to see what’s broken so that he can find some way to fix it. Needs to stay grounded in the reality of why he became a Knight in the first place.

He talks about Yuri’s reckless tendency to jump in to help others. Yuri is sharp and intelligent, which probably feeds this urge of his, because if Yuri even gets a hint that someone is in need, he can’t keep his nose out of their business. Like he’s using his shrewdness for evil do-gooding, he says with a laugh, and he’s glad that Lady Estellise finds that equally hilarious. He tells her one anecdote about how, as teenagers, Yuri was prepared to tie Flynn to his bed when he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

They used to share everything from clothes to food to school supplies. After Flynn’s father died, they shared the room at the inn.

Flynn doesn’t tell Lady Estellise this part, but his mother struggled financially even with the stipend that the Empire gave her after her husband passed, and Flynn didn’t want to burden her. Sometimes he regrets moving out without asking her permission, but he remembers the look on her face as he gathered his things, saw the conflicted mess of emotions on her face, and knew he was bringing her some small relief. She wouldn’t have admitted it then, but after Flynn made it into the Knights, she wrote a letter to him, thanking him for his sacrifice.

Flynn’s never been sure about how he felt about that.

“You sound very close,” Lady Estellise says when he is done. Well, not done; he doesn’t know if he’d ever be truly done talking about Yuri. Yuri is constant. But night has fallen, the moon making its way high into the sky, and Flynn knows he should head back to the barracks and allow the Princess her rest.

“We are,” Flynn replies. Even when they have periods of time where they haven’t seen each other, the bond they have never falters or wanes. “I admire him a great deal. Just don’t tell him I said that. He has a big enough head as it is.”

Lady Estellise giggles, a pure sound, clear like a bell. “I don’t know if I’ll ever meet him,” she says, and then, before they can linger on the fact she is caged here like a bird, she continues: “Besides. You should tell him that yourself.”

Flynn pictures it, pictures the moment with perfect clarity. Yuri has snuck into his room again, without being spotted by a single guard, which is the most ridiculous thing in the world because he isn’t banned from visiting, but he sure can get in trouble for trespassing. But Yuri laughs, waves off the concern like he always does. Says something that plays into his bravado, about how he isn’t afraid of the guards or of jail. And they sit on Flynn’s bed, and Yuri recounts a tale of how he singlehandedly defeated a tax collector by tripping them into the river and didn’t get caught doing it, or something equally foolish and equally moral, and then Flynn’s heart gets stuck fluttering in his throat, his chest fills with something warm and wholesome, and he takes Yuri’s hand. Yuri’s startled, because they haven’t held hands since they were children. And he says those words.

And Flynn turns bright red.

“Mm-hmm,” Lady Estellise says, sounding all too satisfied and all too amused, and she pats Flynn’s shoulder. “One day, Flynn. I don’t know how a man like that couldn’t feel the same way for you.”

Flynn laughs, softly. “You don’t know Yuri,” he murmurs, almost exasperated. But at the same time, he clings to that little hope, the wind beneath his wings.

One day.

#hey i'm not dead. i rise from the writing grave like mushu #fluri #tov #vesperia #flynn scifo #yuri lowell #estellise sidos heurassein #mod eli #(do links even work in tags? idk. hopefully it shows up.)

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Lol what?

-me the entire time I watched this episode. I don’t have that many thoughts because I don’t care about any of this at all. LeT’s DiVe iN!

Danny

Remind me who the Delgados are again? I mean, don’t actually bc I don’t care. But I feel like I’d be more invested in this storyline if I remembered.

But damn @ straight up showing a murder like that on screen. That’s A Lot for this show.

Oh the psychic lady is back? This should be fine

I am seriously missing how these cases are all connected. I guess that’s what happens when you spread some story out into 3-4 episodes over two full seasons like what’s with this lame attempt at a cohesive story arc?

We’re moving on to this club setup situation and all I can think about is all of my Questions about this whole phone/wire situation, but it’s fine

Oh, hooray, they caught the guy who killed Linda. Nice.

I don’t know how I feel about this last psychic scene. Like... it’s meaningful, and a Big Deal, but also.... is it that meaningful? To let this psychic lady who Danny’s met like twice now convince him to take off his wedding ring? I would’ve much rather seen that happen over a conversation with Frank or Henry - actual important people in Danny’s life who can offer some insight as two men who have also lost their wives - instead of this nobody psychic getting that role.

Frank & Lena

Dude Frank’s Big Three are hilarious.

Bit ~presumptuous~ of Lena to go around telling folks she has the commissioner’s ear when she’s never met the dude, lol

About to be Frank’s sister??? Um lol I don’t think that’s how the whole in-law thing works but okay

Did Frank Reagan just say the word “icky” on my TV? Lol what? 😂😂😂

GAWD it’s like they’re preparing for war up in the PC’s office. Everyone is sooo awkwarddddd

Lena Janko is ridiculous like, to the point where I can’t even enjoy this 😂😭

“Very masculine” is 100% a nod to “Nice place Reagan...could use a woman’s touch though” except it’s not a nod in a cool way, it’s like the writers rewatched that scene and changed it a little bit so they didn’t have to start from scratch 🙄

GAWD say Edit one more time. Please

Frank is a bigger person than I am yo I would’ve shot that shit right down the second she started asking for courtesy cards like I don’t care whose mother you are

“I KNOW SHE’S VERY SENSITIVE ABOUT THESE THINGS, I WOULDN’T WANT TO UPSET HER” LOLOLOLOLOLOL OF COurse, New Eddie is Very Sensitive and Easily Upset

How widespread was this scheme of Armin’s that apparently people have recognized the Janko name everywhere Lena has moved to? New York is a big city dudes, I’d think she could find some luxury high rise somewhere that isn’t run by her husband’s victims. Like considering Jamie and other cops had never heard of the case back in the day, how Big could it have really been? Lol whatever I’m thinking too much. God knows the writers don’t think when it comes to this shit.

This rich old lady with her tiny cat-dog is my all time favorite Blue Bloods character

“Looks like we might not even need to see the security footage!” Lol @ Garrett with those Detective Skillz

Lena is back in Frank’s office and what is with Frank’s hand gestures/body language? Lol it’s weird af like Frank Reagan should not be pressing a hand to his chest like that 😂

EDIT lolol

I can’t force myself to feel invested in this whole Lena situation oh well

Family dinner

I’m bored of this. they’ve had this exact same conversation 2948 times in the last 9 years

But it’s worth noting that Eddie didn’t cross herself after the prayer which lol, will probably make some people mad (I’ll be lurking on the Facebook page later folks, behave yourselves) but I appreciate it. She’s not Catholic, she hasn’t become Catholic, hooray for reality or whatever.

Jamie & Erin’s case

Lol @ Eddie screaming Jamie’s name on this scene. I thought he’s only Sarge at work? 🙄

Related: you’re still trying to tell me nobody at their damn precinct suspects a thing? Bullshit.

Daaaaaamn @ this bar fight yo.

Jamie Reagan does terrible CPR. I die laughing every time that shit crosses my screen. It’s TV, yeah dude, but like, can we at least make it look a little more realistic? Get his hands in the right spot? If I ever die in a bar fight or dentist’s office somewhere, Jamie Reagan is not who I want responding.

Convenient of this drunk trashbag to admit to the crime as soon as he’s out of earshot of everyone else.

The dude survived all the way to the operating table? LOL NOT AFTER THAT SHIT CPR

ARe yOu CaLLiNg mE a LiAr?! All I can think of is this Classic Moment:

Jamie said “wHaT DiFfErEnCe dOeS iT MaKe?!” twice in thirty seconds, in case anyone still thought this show is well-written and not sloppy

Say TO MY FACE one more time, Jamie. To mY FaCe

Lol that scene in Erin’s office is... fine? It exists? I don’t care about anything all I can think about is where is Anthony’s sixteen-year-old foster son? 🙄

WHY IS ANTHONY TRACKING JAMIE DOWN AT WORK to intervene in his ~professional disagreement~ with Erin? UGH like what makes Anthony so important that he gets all these roles? He’s not A Reagan yet he gets solo scenes/storylines with Erin, Jamie, and Eddie this season?

Why does he even exist? To turn Erin’s lawyer storylines into detective storylines. It’s dumb and demeaning and doesn’t let us see Erin doing her actual job and “Anthony” should not even exist as a role on this show. In this essay I will

“THE BOY SCOUT’S GOT SOME SPUNK AFTER ALL” lol @ that entire sentence

God I’m only halfway through this damn episode someone save me.

LOL @ Anthony yelling at this poor Statue Of Liberty chick. And LOL @ the stabby ragey drunk with fancy lawyers dating some girl whose job is Performance Art in Times Square. 😂😂😂

And now Anthony’s yelling at both of them in his office? I mean I’m all for anyone yelling at Various Reagans but w.h.y. does Anthony exist.

Except LOLOL 4ever @ Anthony pouring himself two shots and then peacing out, CLASSIC.

THE FINAL DINNER SCENE: Frank Officially Meets Lena

Lol this opening of just Frank and Jamie is awkward af

Eddie’s so nervous and jittery. 😂 “I would like... to introduce you.... to my mom...? Maybe?” It’s funny and for once I’m not bothered by this whole Demeanor on Eddie (it makes sense for her to be nervous about introducing her mom to Jamie’s family) but also don’t start talking to me about how this could/should have occurred during Jamie and Eddie’s pre-engagement dating relationship that we were deprived of, it’s fine

Eddie and Jamie’s cute little “hey...hey” was like, the most meaningful/cute/appropriate-for-an-engaged-couple Moment they’ve had all season, so thaf’s where we’re at now.

Lol I’m so pleased @ how Nothing that scene was.

I’m going to go give my three dogs a bath. It’ll be more fun and interesting than this episode, so. ✌️

#sandy hates it all #blue bloods #9x19 common enemies

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