#i’ve heard his behaviors don’t really change after you marry him though which :( damn

[uhhbeans]

sdv let me marry more than one person challenge

#mack shut the fuck <3 #all the condidates work better as friends when it comes to development BUT #emily n shane my BELOVED #KISS THEM BOTH #she’s so respectful and nice and she’s a witchy woman and just WOW #and then there’s shane....<3 #mental health disaster my beloved #i’ve heard his behaviors don’t really change after you marry him though which :( damn #but he said life was alright since he had his chickens so :) he’s getting better i promise #this game is a disaster but it’s MY disaster #ok to rb but idk why you would lol #i just. i love them

[thran-duils]

Was Ich Liebe (P.3, Final)

Title: Was Ich Liebe (Part Three, Final) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Tony Stark.  Tony becomes enamored with a stripper at a club his hedonistic friend Thor owns. A casual sexual relationship quickly becomes possessive and the reader sees more of the underground mafia life than she would like to. The cherry on top is that Tony is married and so is she. Him to a woman who has no intention of losing her throne at any cost and the reader to a deadbeat alcoholic. Feeling trapped by both her previous life and the suffocating hold Tony is trying to put on her, the reader steals away in the night, which is not going to go over well. Words: 4,647 Warnings (for whole fic, more may be added): Dub-con, smut, infidelity, stripping, vaginal fingering, public sex, possessive behavior, angst, degradation kink, violence, physical abuse, domestic violence, language, drug use, alcoholism, death Warnings for this chapter: Mention of abortion! Author’s Note: As usual, this is 18+.

Part Two || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Tony was calling. He must have gone to the apartment and found you gone by now, especially since you had not been answering him via text or by phone. You sent him to voicemail letting your music start again. You had rented a car to drive away from the city.

The jewelry he had given you came in handy to get cash that you were using for gas and hopefully a down payment on an apartment somewhere. Stripping joints were abundant, and you were sure if you found a sizable city, you would find work without an issue. You were thinking about Milwaukee. It was far enough away from NYC and there was a college there too.

Your phone beeped with another voicemail from him. Signing, against your better judgment, you reached forward to press play, it coming over the car’s speakers.

He was pissed. Unsurprisingly. He had been tight on the last one he had left, wound up that you were not answering him. But this was a whole different level. He was practically shouting.

“This better be a goddamn joke, Y/N. My patience is already up with it though. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you had snuck out? Where the fuck is all the jewelry? Huh? Your clothes? If I find out you left and you’re cheating on me, I’m gonna kill them.”

You did not doubt him when he said that. And he confirmed he was at the apartment if he noticed your stuff was gone.

“And were you planning on telling me about the pregnancy?” Your eyes widened and then you swore remembering you had not emptied the trash in the bathroom. “Or were you just gonna keep that to yourself? Listen very carefully to me, if you do something drastic, I’m not gonna be nice about it. Not in the fucking slightest. You best believe that and take that to heart! Don’t be fucking stupid! Call. Me. Back.”

The voicemail ended.

Yes. The pregnancy. You were already thinking about which office you could go to. You had left a note for Thor about quitting and you wondered how quickly your health insurance was going to stay in place. Before after leaving a job, it had stayed on until the end of the month, but you were unsure, and you were not about to call him and ask. An appointment at a clinic though, that was something you needed to deal with quickly. You were sure there was a facility you could find when you got yourself established.

<><><>

“You’re a psychopath,” Carol said to Tony, smirking.

She was watching him put up security cameras around Y/N’s apartment, hidden from the normal eye with his technology. And when he had taken the lock apart on her door to install tech he could control himself from his cell, she had shook her head.

“I prefer creative,” Tony responded, as he tested it out. It worked perfectly. “Little bitch isn’t going to be leaving without trying extra hard.”

<><><>

You found a hotel in Columbus. You made sure to put a chair underneath the door handle on top of using both locks. It was scary to be traveling alone. And especially when you did not know the area.

The next morning, you woke up to another voicemail from Tony. You had reached over to silence it while you were sleeping, knowing damn well who would be calling you at 2:30am.

He sounded sloshed.

“Do you remember me telling you I was never going to let you go? Cause I said it multiple times. That hasn’t changed, Y/N. It’s been almost 24 hours since you answered to me!” Slip up there with that ‘to’ added in. “It’s really fucking frustrating, and you know goddamn well I don’t like being frustrated. It’s…you’re being disrespectful!” There was a slight pause and you heard him take a drink. He let out a humorless laugh. “You won’t run away from me. I’m going to find you.”

He hung up.

Hearing how mad he was, your stomach was twisting. He was not a man that liked to be thwarted or feel like he was being disrespected. Not to mention that he was a fucking mafia member. If he got his hands back on you, he was not going to be kind. And the time he told you he would never hurt you would be tested, you worried.

Why did you let yourself get so far involved with such a dangerous, jealous man? Again?

Forcing yourself to get up from the bed, you went to take a shower to try to relax in the hot water. Afterward, you walked across the street to the coffee shop. You wanted to get on the road again to put some more distance between you and NYC and ultimately between you and him.

<><><>

You drove around the edge of UW-Milwaukee, stealing glances at the campus. A city like this with a college surely had good clientele for the clubs.

Pulling over and parking, you opened your phone beginning to search for an apartment and a job. There had to be an abundance of apartments available around the college since it was summer and a class had just graduated.

<><><>

He kept calling and kept calling. He was not going to stop. It had been two weeks. You had been trying to convince yourself to answer him and tell him to leave you alone and that it was over. You thought about changing your number and you would, but after the conversation you needed to have.

Piqued, you answered, “Tony, I’m busy—"

“Oh, you’re busy? So busy you couldn’t fucking answer me? Over the last two weeks, you’ve been ‘busy’. Too busy for me? That’s hilarious! You should have your own fucking stand up show.” His tone was dripping with condescension.

Sighing, you said, “I’m getting ready for work! This needs to be quick.”

“Work?” Tony chuckled darkly. “Now you care about work? You fucked Thor over by quitting on the spot. How were you even able to get a reference?”

“I danced. That was reference enough.”

“Of course you did. Of course you’re stripping. Where are you?”

“I’m not going to tell you, Tony!”

“Y/N, baby,” he started, sounding like it was taking everything in him to keep his voice even. “If you just apologize and tell me where you are or just come back, I’ll be able to let this go easier. You can come back to me, and it’ll all be okay.”

You mustered out a strong, “No! I am not going to do that.”

His leash was back off. “Why are we playing this stupid game, Y/N? I can handle you being bratty — cause I love fucking it out of you — but this is really pushing me over the edge!”

“I’m not being a brat! You were suffocating me!”

“Suffocating you? I worship you!” He was so easily able to confuse his possession with love. He continued on irritated, “I shower you with gifts! I make sure you’re well taken care of! I’ve treated you better than anyone else has! And you’re coming at me like this? What is your fucking problem, Y/N? What? Is being on the phone instead of in person giving you some fake confidence? Don’t think I’m not keeping track of this ungrateful bullshit just because you’re not standing in front of me!”

He was quickly losing his temper. You had never made him this mad, had never pushed back.

You were shaking as you tried to stand up for yourself, “I’m not the one with a problem! I didn’t force you to move anywhere or—"

Tony interrupted you furiously. “Do you understand how much that apartment cost? How much that car cost? You barely drove it!”

Frustrated he was steam rolling you as usual. you said fighting to keep tears back, “Sell it then!”

“If that was supposed to be a joke, it was an awful one. This shit isn’t fucking funny, Y/N! When I find out where you are, I’m gonna drag you back by your goddamn hair!”

“Good luck!” you spat, it slipping out before you really thought about it. Your eyes widened at what you had just done, and you quickly hung up as he started to snarl something back.

He was immediately calling you back and you sent him to voicemail again.

<><><>

Tony let out an aggravated shout, throwing his phone down on the desk when she did not answer him back.

Good luck was right.

She had stayed on the line long enough to give him time to trace her down to the general area. Milwaukee. Near the university. He would find her, and he was gonna find her quick with getting eyes on the ground to spot her leaving her place wherever that was in the area. And she was not going to like it when he came knocking to collect her.

<><><>

The bag from the closest grocery store was heavy with groceries for the week. You had returned the rental car when you signed your lease, able to use the bus system until you bought your own car.

You noticed there was a man watching you across the street and you slowed in your pace, narrowing your eyes. He did not look away and you swallowed sharply before resuming your pace. You felt like you could still feel his eyes on the back of your head. You had felt like there had been eyes on you earlier this morning too. A foreboding feeling was creeping; you wanted to get inside and quick.

Entering your apartment, you kicked the door closed and struggled to lock it immediately. The bag crunched as you walked over to the kitchen and placed it on the counter.

You put the few groceries away and walked around the counter, tearing your shirt off and tossing it on the back of one of your chairs. It was hot since you were on the third floor and you had not been able to buy an air conditioner yet.

“This place is a shithole.”

You screamed, startled at the voice, whipping around, your eyes searching wildly.

Tony was sitting in the end of your bed in your room.

He had surprisingly not called you for the last few days, not after the conversation the two of you had. Not hearing from him had set you on edge just as much as him calling you did. You knew he was not going to give up easily and the silence was a trap if you fell into it thinking that it was done.

Your eyes flicked to the door, and he chastised you in low, dangerous tones, “Y/N, you’re already in enough trouble. Don’t make this worse for yourself. Carols outside. So is Rhodey. And a handful of other people I brought along in case you were gonna cause more trouble.”

The man outside. So, you had been being watched.

Tony stood up from the bed and came out of the bedroom, and up to you. You took a few steps back and he tsked you. You stopped immediately, knowing what he wanted. He closed the rest of the space and raked his eyes up and down you.

“Why did you have to go and cause trouble in the first place? You think I was suffocating you? That’ll seem like a cakewalk compared to when you come back with me. See, we’ve lost trust. I can’t have you running around when you know as much as you do. And you running off looks like you were going to squeal.” You opened your mouth to protest but he rose his voice, shutting you up. “And I can’t have that. Not when I have other people to answer to on the team. I will not be the weak link in the chain, which means you are not going to be running off in the middle of the night. Even if it’s not what you planned to do, it looks bad.”

His hands came to rest on your biceps, squeezing in tight, causing you to flinch slightly. His eyes were hard. “You could have had the world and you threw it away.” His thumbs caressed, his tongue slipping between his lips. “But I can be a forgiving man if you make me believe that you’re sorry. Just do that for me, beg for forgiveness, and I’ll take care of you and that baby.”

You gulped at the mention of the baby, and he noticed. His eyes narrowed. He leaned in, searching your face and you looked away, but he forced you to look back at him, his hand holding your jaw tight.

“Y/N, baby… you got something to tell me?”

You were silent, your heart starting to hammer.

“Y/N, you know I don’t like repeating myself.”

His grip tightened and you felt tears pricking, apprehensive of how he was going to react.

Your voice warbled, “I…I had an abortion.”

Tony was frozen, his eyes wide and incendiary. His grip on your jaw loosened and you took a step back away from him. His jaw clicked, eyes not leaving you. You saw he was going to explode.

Raising your hand shakily, as if that was going to hold him off, you started, “Now, Tony—"

His backhand sent you stumbling. He caught you before you could do it yourself and slammed you up against the wall.

“You’re lucky I didn’t cold clock you!” He snarled, his fingers digging in painfully to your arms.

“Tony, don’t—”

“Don’t? Don’t what? Be fucking furious that I told you not to do anything drastic and then you went and did just that? Without even consulting me? I have a goddamn right to be furious! How fucking dare you!”

You were sniffling now, terrified.

He gave you a rough shake before demanding, “What’s the lease on this place?” You took too long to answer. “Answer me!”

“Month to month,” you whimpered.

“Smart. Makes this easier.” His nose was practically brushing yours. “Look, you’re gonna be good and listen to me about exactly what is going to happen—"

“You can’t—"

“Did I tell you that you could talk? No! I told you you were going to listen. Keep your fucking mouth shut!” Tony lashed out. You closed your mouth, your lip warbling. “You’re coming with me. And I haven’t decided yet if I want them all to listen to you beg for forgiveness on the plane or if I’m waiting until we are alone. Not doing it here. Don’t wanna alarm your neighbors and have to injure any of them if they try to interfere. I don’t want, nor need that type of mess.”

He shoved you as he let you go, and you wiped at your eyes.

“I can’t fucking believe you. Can’t even follow simple goddamn directions. What are you? A child?” he snorted angrily. He snapped his fingers at you and pointed at your room. “Get your shit. We are leaving and going home. The jets at the airport.”

<><><>

He had not punished you on the plane. You instead had sat, curled in as tightly as you could to yourself in the chair across from him under a blanket, looking out the window as much as possible. You felt him watching you intensely the whole two hours. You could only imagine the deranged ideas going through his head about what he was going to do to you when he got you alone.

The moment you stepped into your apartment, he ordered you, “Get yourself done up. I want you to look nice for me. I’ll be out here watching the game.”

His goons brought in your suitcases and put them next to the kitchen table before leaving at his order. Tony grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. He saw you were still standing there, and he glared.

“Y/N…” he said dangerously. “I don’t see you moving.”

You grabbed your suitcase with your clothes and trudged down the hall, feeling his hard stare at your back until you disappeared into the bedroom. You had left a lot of your clothes here but there was a dress you had brought with you, one that he liked specifically. Which shocked you a little bit because it was loose and free; still short though.

Taking the time to shower, blow dry, do your makeup, and dress, you felt the anxiety rising about what he was going to do. You thought the extra time would calm you down, but it was doing the opposite because it was giving you more time to think.

When you walked back down the hall, your black wedges announcing your arrival, Tony looked over the back of the couch. You saw the bottle on the coffee table. He had been drinking, not a surprise. He gestured you over and you walked around the couch, coming over to him. He ran his eyes up and down you, taking you in.

“Well, don’t you look just perfect?” he asked, an edge underlying his tone.

He stood up from the couch and you stayed still. He pulled his phone out and took a picture of you without giving you time to prepare. He turned his phone around and you looked dumbstruck in the photo.

But he complimented, “Look at that. Pristine. That’s what good girls look like.” A cruel smile flashed across his features, and he tossed his phone down on the couch. “But you’re not a good girl are you, baby?”

You only had a moment to react before he was forcing you down to your knees. You hissed in pain as your knees slammed against the hardwood.

“You brought this on yourself. You think I like punishing you?” Tony asked, working on his belt with one hand as the other held you by the back of the neck. Your hands came up to grip his thighs, pressing back against the hold he had on your neck. “Ah ah, stay where you are.” He stroked himself with purpose, his hand moving at a steady pace. “Look at you. A pretty little slut that needs to be taught a lesson.”

He was hard now, the head of his cock pressing against your lips.

“Open your damn mouth!” You clenched your teeth, knowing he was gonna be rough and not wanting to choke. He let go of you to slap your cheek and sneered, “Don’t make me ask you again!”

You opened your mouth reluctantly, and he grabbed you by the back of your neck again and shoved his dick in all the way, your nose brushing his pubes. You gagged before he pulled back out, running his head around your lips. He groaned at the sight, slipping back in and using your mouth.

“Tell me you love me!”

“I love you!” you got out around his width.

“Look at me!” You forced your gaze up to meet his and he thrusted faster, hitting the back of your throat. Your hands gripped tight onto his thighs, eyes begging for him to slow down. But he was not relenting, and your throat was aching. Another groan left his lips as he demanded, “Tell me you love me, you little bitch.”

It was hard to say it, you choking now, tears stinging your eyes. “I love you!”

He pulled away roughly, his hand wrapped around your hair tightly, keeping you in place. Your saliva was stringing messily between him and your lips. Your chin as well as his pubes were glistening with your drool. You gasped for air, thankful for the reprieve from your jaw aching from being open so wide.

The reprieve was short lived though and you cried out in pain as he began walking, dragging you by your hair.

“Forgive me that I don’t quite believe you. But I’m gonna make sure I do believe you. I’m gonna get a genuine one out of you before I’m through.”

Tony sat on the edge of the bed and held you tight. “Give me a show. Take that dress off and let me see you. Let me see what I’m going to take.”

Shakily, you stood up as his grip laxed and he was watching you like a hawk. You wiped at your lips, knowing there was little to do about your eye makeup since he had made tears come with how hard he had been choking you. You started to sway your hips, trying to find a rhythm amongst the excitement. You turned away from him so he could not see your face as you struggled to calm down enough to dance.

It was sloppy, unconfident. But that did not seem to bother him. He pulled you into his lip and his hands slipped up your dress and into your underwear.

“Don’t get to tell me now that I can’t touch,” he husked against your cheek, his fingers slipping into your pussy. “All mine.”

He was stroking you, getting you worked up, making you lose focus on grinding. You bit your bottom lip, a strangled moan escaping.

Tony chuckled, nuzzling your cheek. “I know you like that. Gonna get you good and wet for me, sweetheart. Spread your legs further.”

You were falling so easily into his touch, your core wanting more. You were getting wound up and he was loving it. He worked quicker, his breath heavy as he felt how aroused you were, wetting his fingers.

“Maybe you are a good girl. Look how well you are behaving for me. Is this you apologizing?” He pulled away just to lay a hard smack on your cunt. You bucked, crying out and he did it again. You whimpered as his fingers entered again, focusing on your bud. “You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you baby?” You nodded and he sucked at your neck. “You’re repenting so well… but you’ve got a long way to fucking go.”

You were so close, but he suddenly shoved you away roughly, causing you to stumble in your heels.

“Strip.”

You did as he asked, pulling the dress up and tossing it behind you, leaving you in just your underwear. He rose his brows expectantly and you turned around, bending over slowly. You pulled your underwear down, feeling how wet they were at the crotch. You heard him hum at the sight of them and your glistening pussy. They fell to your ankles, and you turned around, kicking them off.

Tony stood up and pointed at the bed. “On your stomach.” You did as he asked and heard him getting undressed. You peeked over your shoulder at him undoing his tie as he walked towards your closet. He emerged again with a scarf, his eyes fixated on you. “Did I tell you you could look at me?” You turned back around quickly, butterflies swarming.

He grabbed one of your ankles and yanked you down the bed. You felt his tie around your ankle, and you tensed as he tied you to the bed frame. He was at your opposite ankle and tied your other leg with your scarf tightly.

“Tony…” you said hoarsely.

He did not answer you and you laid there, spread wide. The bed creaked with his weight and his thick thighs straddled you, holding you even tighter in place. You felt him pressing in and your fingers dug into your quilt. Each inch filled you up more and he exhaled as he reached his base.

“That’s the gentlest thrust you’re going to get, sweetheart. Enjoy it.”

Tony was not lying; he was pounding you into the mattress and you were not being quiet about the intrusion. You were already so wet, and he was adding to the sensation the way he was working you.

“You’re gonna remember who you loves you the most,” he groaned. The bed was shaking with how hard he was driving into you. “You’re gonna remember to behave!”

Pulling out of you, he smacked you hard against your ass. “Get up on your knees. Now!”

You obeyed, maneuvering with the restraints and his fingers replaced his dick, rubbing your clit. You keened, your back arching at the intense contact. You were ashamed that as usual you fell to the arousal, letting him take you over completely even when he was being as mean as he was.

“Fuck, you little whore. Look at you. So needy for cock. Why did you leave me in the first place? You were never going to find anyone that would love you like I do. You hurt my feelings, baby. And I don’t like having my feelings hurt.”

“I’m sorry,” you gasped without any prompting.

Tony’s fingers fell from your sex, and he was up, holding you by the throat. His breath was hot on your ear. “I might just leave you here on the bed right now. Tie those delicate wrists up too. Keep you on display for me. I’ll just walk by and see you stuck here, just dependent on me to come back to release you.”

You shook your head, begging pathetically, “No, p-please.”

“You want me to finish?”

“Yes!”

“Do you deserve it? Cause I don’t think you fucking do.”

You shook your head, “No. I don’t. But, please!” He brushed your pussy lightly with his fingers, teasing and you broke down even further. “I love you! I love you! Please!”

“You’re not gonna leave me again.” It was a statement, not a question.

You shook your head furiously again, gasping, “No! No, I won’t leave you!”

He yanked you up painfully by your hair again and new tears stung your eyes.

“I’m gonna make fucking sure of it. You’re gonna be on house arrest until I see fit to let you out! Face down,” Tony snarled, pushing you roughly down by the shoulders. He was behind you again. “You’re gonna be full of my seed when I’m done.”

Your chest hit the bed as the room filled with skin slapping skin loudly as he ravaged you. It did not take long for your body to tense up and a shriek left you as your pussy clenched around him. Tony’s breath was erratic as his pace lost control, his fingers digging into your hips. Broken husks were falling from his mouth, you could not make it out over the buzz in your ears. You felt the warmth though when he filled you up, his cock buried deep. He was making sure it was up against your cervix. His groan was long and loud, his hands squeezing your ass tight.

When he pulled away, you laid out flat, feeling worn. You heard him leave the room, the hardwood in the hall creaking with his footfalls. Your body was covered in sweat, heavy pants leaving your lips. For a moment, you forgot you were tied and tried to adjust and let out a sigh of disappointment when you felt the tug of the restraint on your ankle.

Tony was back with his phone. He cooed, “Oh, sweetheart. You’re so tired. Look up at me.” You lifted your head and saw him snap a picture of you. His lips curled into a smirk at the photo, and he turned it around to show you. Your makeup was ruined, tear trails on your cheeks, mascara and eyeliner smudged. You looked like a mess.

“Look at this lovely sight,” he purred. He flipped to the last photo of you looking made up and then back again. “Look how dirty you got pleasing me compared to before. I’m going to keep these.” A malicious glint flashed in his eyes, and he said, “I’ll give you a few to recover. But baby, there’s gonna be round two and no, I’m not going to let you clean up. Let’s see how much dirtier I can get you.”

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#tony stark x reader #dark tony stark #dark!tony stark #dark marvel #my shit

[ateezmakemeweep]

richboy!yeosang (part 1)

word count: 5k

fluff, smut

(miniseries masterlist)

“if you don’t know the cranial nerves by now pretty boy, you might as well drop out.”

“fuck you! maybe my tutor just sucks and is the world’s biggest asshole!”

“maybe you’re the world’s biggest idiot and just wasting his time.”

“maybe he’s not teaching me properly because he’s an arrogant son of a bitch.”

“maybe you’re too distracted by your fiancé that you can’t even-”

a tray being slammed down on the table halts the boy’s incessant bickering, your harsh look staring between their two bodies making them point at each other immediately. 

“don’t look at me like that, y/n. he started it this time! dickhead told me i should just drop out!” 

“pretty boy said i’m the biggest asshole ever, baby. i think i should be the one who’s more-”

“just shut up! both of you!” you beg, plopping down in your seat next to your boyfriend and rubbing at your temples. “we’ve only been back for three weeks and you two are already like this. how could you possibly be this stressed and annoyed at each other already?”

yeosang looks at you with a smirk on his face but softness in his eyes, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pulls you close to him. 

his lips brush against your skin as they leave a chaste kiss on your temple; he’s seen you rub at your head like this far too many times during him and mingi’s tutoring sessions throughout the years.

“sorry, but i’m just trying to help him, love,” yeosang mumbles in your ear, suppressing a sigh when you feel his signature smirk against your skin. “poor guy’s in his third year of college and doesn’t know the cranial nerves.”

“i don’t know the cranial nerves. should i drop out too?” you quip, ripping yourself away from him and raising an eyebrow. 

but the boy doesn’t miss a beat, sending you a smile that still sends your stomach fluttering despite his unpleasant behavior.

“please. i’ve wanted nothing more than to support you this whole time.”

a deep chuckle leaves his mouth at the disgusted sneer that crosses your face, the familiar dinging of the coffee shop door welcoming none other than yunho as his eyes roam the store.

mingi’s eyes light up immediately upon seeing the boy, a bright smile on his face that makes you bite back one of your own. yunho finally spots you three and looks at mingi with the same amount of happiness in his eyes, ruffling his now black hair and placing a peck on his cheek when he arrives at the table. 

there’d been a lot of changes within the past three years, all of you moving to a different city and getting used to the changed pace of life. it was more chaotic and busy, for sure, with a lot more responsibilities than your teenage selves had had. 

but almost every moment of it has been fun. 

even through the cram sessions and disastrous drunken nights and fighting between mingi and yeosang, it’s been fun. exploring the city and meeting new people and doing everything you’re supposed to do when you’re young and carefree and finding yourself. 

you remember college had seemed terrifying for all of you back on the beach during senior year, when you hadn’t even told your parents about yeosang or going away to school and things were still up in there for mingi and yunho.

but it ended up being the best decision of your life. living and going to school with yeosang who, at one point, you convinced yourself you hated more than anyone on this earth. 

you were surprised, really, by how stable your relationship was despite the obvious rocky start. your mean, high school bully turned college boyfriend who you had a seemingly perfect relationship with. 

and freshmen year had been hard, you admit. getting used to sharing a space and living together and putting up with each other’s annoying habits. but really, after those first few weeks, the years following had been nothing but bliss. 

days full of studying and tests and internships that left you both beyond exhausted and ready to go home. 

it was the best feeling in the world to be able to go home to someone you loved and wanted to see, yeosang more often than not surprising you with dinner set on the coffee table and a movie paused on the tv. 

he had somewhat tricked you into getting your current apartment, a view far too nice and rooms far too big for just the two of you - but you couldn’t even pretend to be mad on nights when you’d lean on his shoulder and just look out the window at the city lights.

you were both now in your third year of college, only a few weeks into the first semester, which is what’s really making mingi and yeosang’s bickering already that much more concerning. 

usually it’d take until studying for midterms or finals for the boys to get like this. 

“what happened?” yunho’s sweet, calming voice asks, his eyes shifting from mingi to you with an obvious sense of compassion. you can only stare at the boy with a pained expression, mingi and yeosang talking and cursing over each other in the (luckily) empty coffee shop. 

you have to bite back a smile at the obvious change in mingi’s demeanor now, his eyes wide and deep voice softening that makes yeosang scoff in disgust. 

“oh get the fuck out of here. what happened to the mingi in high school who tried to crack my head open?” yeosang asks, taking his coffee off the tray and bringing it closer to himself. “now you’ve turned into a domesticated little bitch.”

“that’s what happens when you ask someone to marry them,” mingi bites back, yunho’s arm tightening on his shoulder so he doesn’t jump over the table. “but you wouldn’t know anything about that, now would you pussy boy? y/n’s gonna have to wait till she’s 50 and you finally grow a pair.”

“that’s funny, since you only asked yunho because you were shitfaced and he’s too damn nice to-”

“shut up!” 

your squeal cuts your boyfriend off immediately, a smirk on the other boy’s faces as they watch him get reprimanded. holding back their laughter and giggles as you threaten to never ever attend another study session with both of them again.

even though what yeosang was saying did hold some truth to it. 

mingi and yunho knew pretty much from the moment they met that they were gonna be together forever, something innate and deep within their souls just connected and meant to be. 

but it was after one too many shots for a lightweight mingi that he popped the question to the boy, all of you out one night and thinking it was just mingi being mingi who always went on about his feelings for yunho.

but you and yeosang nearly fell on your asses when you saw him reaching in his pocket for the ring, the boy saying that he saw it a few weeks ago and just felt the overwhelmingly need to buy it. 

it was cute and spontaneous and authentic in the sense that, even after all the alcohol mingi had ingested that night, it’s like yunho saying yes completely sobered him. 

though you all joke today that the now dark-haired boy only said yes because he felt bad for his drunken boyfriend’s proposal. 

“you know he felt bad for him,” yeosang says, his hand in yours as you guys walk back to your apartment. 

it’s only a four block walk, and a much needed one, after you and yunho couldn’t take the bickering any longer. 

you simply grabbed yeosang by the hand after they started up again ten minutes later and led him out of the coffee shop, your neck snapping back at mingi with squinted eyes when you heard him try to egg the boy on one last time. 

“i also know that they were gonna get married anyway,” you say, craning your neck to look over at your boyfriend challengingly. “so what does it really matter?”

he stops in the middle of the sidewalk to smile down at you, his hand coming up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. there’s mirth in his eyes at your prickliness, biting down on his lip so he doesn’t ask if you need to be relieved some way in public. 

“what about us?” he mumbles, snaking his hands down your body to grasp your hand. “we’re gonna get married too, right?” 

you narrow your eyes at his teasing, tightening your hold on his hand just a little too tightly in a way that makes him wince. 

“baby, why are you so mad today?” yeosang whines as you walk into the building, greeting the doorman with a smile as you charge toward the elevator. 

the apartment building is just as ritzy as your home, tall glass windows and marble floors and the magnificent chandeliers you’ve come to learn are something the rich just love; you knew the moment you saw three hanging above the front desk that this was way out of your price range. 

but you’d grown used to the lifestyle and you’ve grown close with the doorman, a sweet older gentlemen who worked there since the early 90s. he’s kept an eye on you and yeosang throughout the years and can tell, right about now, you’ve had enough of him. 

he sends a smirk your way and you give him a knowing look, hearing his chuckle ring throughout the lobby.

“why am i mad? why am i mad?” you repeat, the splitting headache and irritation radiating off of you from hours of grown men bickering back and forth. you click on the elevator button repeatedly, yeosang holding back a smirk at your aggressiveness. 

“maybe i’m mad because, gee, i don’t know, you and mingi are like children and never stop fighting. or maybe because even though i’m supposed to finish work for my class tomorrow, i have a splitting headache and wasn’t able to get anything done.”

the elevator doors open and you step in as the words keep pouring from you, yeosang just watching as your mouth continues to move. he’s grateful you two are the only ones in here right now, solely for the purpose of saving other people from hearing this rant.

not because right now would be the perfect moment to relax you. catch up on old times and and techniques to shut you up the way he did the last time you two were fighting in an elevator. 

“and now you’re not even listening to me! i just don’t know why you have to constantly fight with him. it’s only the third week back, yeosang, and you’re already-”

your back hits the wall before you can even get the next words out, eyes flaring as you watch yeosang’s hand grip your chin. his hold is firm but gentle, the teasing that was once behind his eyes slowly transforming to something darker. 

more lustful and dominating and intense. 

“can you just shut up already,” he mumbles lowly, connecting your lips before you can even get a response out.

and similar to all the times you kiss, you can’t find it in yourself to push him away or not kiss back. instead, you find that the kiss ignites something in you, a passion and intensity as your hands move to curl through his hair. 

he grunts against your mouth when you pull at the strands of dark hair just a little too roughly, not being able to help the smirk on your face. he grips your hips harshly in return, pushing you back harder into the wall before he pulls back and stares down at you. 

his gaze is unwavering and harsh and you’re feeling something twinge in your lower stomach. 

“is this what all your frustrations have been about today?” he mumbles in your ear, his hand ghosting the top of your jeans but refusing to dip in the waistband. “is it because i left you hanging this morning?” 

the smirk against your skin makes you wanna scream almost more than he did this morning, edging you nonstop with his tongue and fingers for the sole purpose that he just wanted to keep you in bed all day and hear your moans of his name.

but then mingi’s fist pounding on the door 15 minutes early broke you two apart, his mouth wet and eyes hazy as he told you you guys would have to finish later. 

“need i remind you those sessions were your idea,” he says, his hand ghosting between your legs and over your jeans. he smirks again when he feels heat radiating from you, chuckling in a way that makes you bite back a growled comment of your own. 

“i was more than happy to eat your pussy all morning before fucking you like a good girl,” he says lowly in your ear, leaning his body into yours. 

you whimper when you feel his hard cock press against you, his words and his voice and everything about him right now quickly making your mind cloud with lust. 

“but you insisted i help him because he’s your best friend and i’ve helped him before. but now you’re the one mad at me?” he hums, a harsh sting on your scalp as he suddenly grips your hair and pulls your head back. “how’s that fair, baby?”

your chest is heaving and breaths are shaky, resisting the urge so badly to either curse him out or fall to your knees; luckily, you compose yourself and don’t do either. 

“it’s not,” you whine, the submissive part he always brings out in you breaking through. 

“i know it’s not,” he says, his eyes moving to the wall to see you’re only a few stops away from your floor. “that’s why when we get home, i’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth. do you understand me?” 

you only stare at him with wide, glossy eyes before you see his jaw tick. his fingers suddenly push into your mouth, the warm wetness making his cock twitch in his pants as you have to suppress your own moan.

“i said do you understand me?” 

“y-yes,” you mutter around his fingers, faintly hearing the ding of the elevator before he’s off your body and walking through the doors. 

the second you’re both inside the apartment, he’s against the door and your on your knees shoving down his pants and taking him in your mouth. you look up at him as you swirl your tongue around the tip playfully, slapping his cock against your mouth before he growls at you to stop playing. 

and when you don’t, just give gentle little sucks that you know are gonna bring him over the edge, he slams into your mouth causing you to gag around him. 

“i told you to stop fucking playing.” 

you wanna smirk at the deep growl in his voice but you can’t as his hips pick up speed and he starts fucking your mouth. 

he’s always the one that seems more composed, a wise ass, teasing boyfriend in public who just lives to get under his girlfriend’s skin - but the second you’re alone, that composure is gone. within a split second, his eyes change and you’re more often than not at his mercy all night. 

he’s so lost in the way your mouth feels around him, warm and wet and your tiny moans vibrating against him, that he doesn’t realize you’re mumbling words until you squeeze his thigh.

his eyes immediately flash with concern, pulling himself from your mouth when he spots your glassy ones. he bends down to meet your gaze, framing your face in his hands as he wipes at your wet, spit-covered mouth.

“you good?” 

your heart softens at how fast he’s able to come out of it, switch from hard to gentle in a matter of seconds when he thinks you’re in pain or not enjoying it. but you’re enjoying it a lot, if the growing ache between your legs isn’t evident of that. 

“yes,” you whine, pulling him up before you lead him over to the couch and push him down. his shirt’s the only thing on as he leans back against the couch, his eyes hazy and lustful as they wrack over your body. 

“i...wanted to ride you,” you tell him quietly, stripping off your pants and soaked thong as he watches you carefully. “didn’t want you to come in my mouth.”

your stomach flutters at the smirk that crosses his mouth, his cock hard and waiting to be relieved as he leans back and you stand before him. his tongue daps at his mouth as you stand there on shaky legs, his hand reaching out to pull you into him. 

you fall on his lap with a squeal before he cups your face, squeezing your cheeks together so your lips jut out. 

“well are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?” he mumbles lowly in your ear, his finger sliding in you. he wants to groan at how wet and ready you are, sticking another one as he teasingly moves his fingers inside of you. 

“or am i’m gonna get to fill this pretty pussy?” 

he feels you clench around his fingers and it’s all he needs to remove them, throwing his head back to rest on the couch when you finally sink down on him. you immediately moan at the feeling of him in you, moving your hips against him desperately. 

you think of how bothered he left you this morning, ripping orgasm after orgasm away from you for the sole purpose of him loving how pathetic you sounded. how teasing he was all the day, aggravating the shit out of you with his arguing and lingering hands. 

how he’d put his hand on your thigh or knee with little regard for how frustrated you were growing throughout the day.

“should’ve known this is what you wanted,” yeosang growls lowly, his hands on your hips as a way to guide your bouncing. “you finally feel good now baby? getting off on my cock?” 

words can’t even leave your mouth because of how overwhelmed you are, face falling in the crook of his neck as you whine into his skin. he feels himself close to coming so he snakes his hand between your bodies, circling your clit a few times before a loud moan leaves your mouth. 

he comes just a few seconds after you, his hot release shooting inside of you and making you whine a little bit more. you can feel his cock pulsing around you as you both try to catch your breath, pulling yourself off of him before collapsing onto the couch. 

you hear his soft chuckle as he takes off his shirt, wiping between your legs gently before gripping your hips. you groan tiredly as he lays back and brings you with him, your body moving against his until you’re comfortably sprawled out on top of him.

he closes his eyes as he feels your faint breathing against him, his hands gently working their way into your sweaty hair. there’s a comfortable silence in the room, the faint smell a pumpkin candle and sex in the air as you bury yourself further into him. 

“how do you feel now?” he mumbles knowingly in your ear, a smirk on his lips as you pinch him in the arm. 

“shut up,” you mumble into his neck, pulling back to look at him. his cheeks are flushed and eyes are soft as they look down at you, pulling at something in your chest that makes you pinch him again.

“why are you pinching me?” he chuckles, tightening his hold on you. 

“because you’re mean,” you whine to him, sitting up to straddle his naked waist. “you had me frustrated all morning and just made it worse throughout the day with your shit.”

“i’m sorry, baby, i really am,” he says, though there’s nothing apologetic about his tone or face. you narrow your eyes at him before slapping his chest lightly, about to get up before he grabs you around the waist.

“wait, wait, where are you going?” 

“i told you i had work to do,” you tell him, knowing your resolve to ditch the work and spend the rest of the night on the couch with him is already creeping up. 

“do it later,” he asks softly, spinning you around and pulling you into him again. “i wanna lay with you and watch tv.” 

you let out a huff as you look down at him, the uncharacteristic softness you were once shocked by something you always see now. 

you could feel insecure or unsure about everything else in the world, your own looks or your abilities at school or if you did the right thing at work, but you’re never not confident about yeosang’s love for you.

it’s obvious in his eyes and the way he touches you, soft and sweet and full of care even though in your steamier moments, he’s rough and very reminiscent of his old, harsher self. 

it’s what makes the aftercare that much more sweet, knowing this is how he is and that your wellbeing is always number one. it takes all of two-seconds for you to cave, cuddling against him as you ask what you guys are gonna eat for dinner. 

it’s over a buffet of chinese food later that night, you in yeosang’s lap and him pecking your neck playfully, that you hear him mumble words into your skin.

“i wanna ask you something, baby.”

he says the words so sweetly and innocently that you can’t help but smile, scooting yourself off his lap so you can sit criss-crossed in front of him. 

“what?” you chirp, white rice in hand as you shovel pieces in your mouth.

he smiles at the way you so messily eat, wiping at the corner of your mouth affectionately. 

“when we were talking about mingi proposing to yunho before,” he begins, his voice uncharacteristically shy and almost hesitant. “and what mingi said about you needing to wait till you’re 50 for me to propose. is that...something you guys talked about?” 

you purse your lips together so you don’t burst out laughing at his cute blabbering, cocking your head to the side as you look at him. 

“are you asking if i wanna get married?” 

“i’m saying we can get married right now, if you want.”

you’d laugh if his face wasn’t so deadly serious, looking at you with soft awaiting eyes like he’s waiting for to say yes so he can run out and buy a ring. 

“yeosang...”

“i’m just saying, baby,” he says, cheeks the slightest pink that makes your heart soar in your chest. “i obviously wanna marry you but i was gonna wait till after we graduated. but if you wanna get the ball rolling, we can totally-”

the giggle you’ve been holding back finally bubbles out of your chest, your head thrown back and hands reaching down to hold his tightly. 

“stop laughing! what the fuck!” yeosang’s deep voice whines, the giggles leaving your mouth only becoming more prominent. 

“i’m sorry, you’re just so cute,” you tell him with a smile, your hand reaching out to smooth through his hair. 

your squealing and your touch only makes his cheeks turn pinker, a groan leaving his mouth as he pushes you to the side playfully. you crawl back to him undeterred before placing yourself in his lap, his face covered with mock annoyance as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

“you’re a little shit,” he mumbles shyly, another giggle leaving your mouth before you peck a kiss on his lips. 

“i have talked to mingi about that before,” you tell him honestly, not wanting him to think you were saying anything bad or hurtful. “just how...if we were to get married, i think it’d be nice. because sometimes i feel like we already are since we like... live together and stuff.”

“and stuff?” he smirks, his heart secretly fluttering at the cute way you stutter. 

he feels the same way too. coming home to you and being with you every night makes everything feel very real and serious. long gone was the couple that would fight and bicker in his pool house over issues that simple communication could’ve fix. 

now you were a couple who talked things out and made sure the other always knew what they were thinking or feeling. 

“yeah and stuff,” you say, poking him in the chest lightly. his deep chuckle sends butterflies through your stomach as you cuddle yourself further into him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

you sigh contently when he starts tracing shapes on your back, his warmth and the gentle lull of his fingers making your eyes close. he hums against your head when he feels you relax in his hold, his lips brushing against your hair in a way that makes you smile against him. 

“do you want kids?” he suddenly asks, lost in the contentment and warmth of the moment. 

it’s not something you’ve ever discussed with one another simply because the topic never came up. but he remembers the day of your first kiss, before the turmoil and the fighting and the kiss itself, the way he watched you with the little girl and felt his cold heart tug in his chest.

the way you bent down to her height and smiled softly at her, picked little rocks and twigs to make the snow girl’s face that he eventually deemed ugly even though you’d given her a talk about ‘beauty being in the eye of the beholder.’

he remembers laughing and smiling and feeling warm at the interaction, even though then he claimed to not like you; he knows now the same way he knew then that that was never the case, especially not when he was watching you with that child. 

“after we get married obviously,” he adds. not even needing to see him to know   there’s still a pink flush on his cheeks. 

“i do,” you mumble against him, your eyes closed with a smile still on your face. the question makes you happy, talk of a life with him always makes you happy. “i think you’d be a good dad. probably the mean parent but that’s okay.”

he pulls you out of his chest with a scoff, looking over your face with such a baffled expression, you can’t help but giggle.

“i’m kidding,” you tease, poking at his cheek lightly. “you’ll be like mingi by then, domesticated and sweet.”

your squeal fills the apartment when he gathers you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he picks you up like it’s nothing and throws you back on the couch. 

“am i not already domesticated?” he asks, his hands next to your head as he leans over you. you smile up at him and shrug your shoulders, his eyebrows raising playfully. 

“maybe a little bit,” you giggle, watching his eyes roll that only makes you smile more. you bring your hands up to brush through his hair gently, watching his eyes close as your nails scrape his scalp. “do you want a boy or a girl?”

his eyes open upon hearing your question, roaming over your face in a way that makes your stomach flutter; you’ll never get used to the way he looks at you or the way your body responds to him.

“hmm, a girl,” he confesses lowly, a smile on his face as he thinks of you with your small child. her hair in a clip and rosy cheeks, your hair color but his eye color with a perfect mix of both your facial features. 

“how many?” 

he smiles as you guys start to picture your imaginary little family, picking out fake names and personalities as well as what they would be like in school. if they’re gonna be well-behaved and smart like you or a conniving, trouble-maker like him. 

“all i know is mingi and yunho are probably gonna beat us, somehow,” yeosang growls lowly, his (mock) disdain for the taller pretty boy something that’s never worn out over the years. 

“that’ll be good then,” you giggle, taking his hand when he stands up and extends his own. “we’ll need all the practice we can get.”

“absolutely. we’ll probably need to wait even a few years after we got married.”

because, for right now, you guys have school to focus on. 

classes and internships and future careers that are waiting for both of you eagerly. 

this dream is something you definitely want but, perhaps, not yet. you guys have all the time in the world, enjoying the freedom and space that comes with just living together and getting through college and the early adulthood years. 

“probably,” you nod, stretching your arms above your head and squealing his name when he tickles your sides.

classes start to pick up over the next month, the weather turning colder, work becoming harder and the amount of sleep you were getting shorter. you’d only gotten a few hours each night this week, working late and hard on a group project for, both, school and work.

so you’re not surprised in the slightest when you wake up one morning feeling like death, nauseous and sweaty before your groan wakes up yeosang. the queasy feeling that rushed up your throat moments later is one you haven’t felt in a long time, not even remembering the last time you had a gross stomach virus. 

yeosang held your hair back as you threw up, rubbing your back gently as you gripped the toilet seat.

“this is reminding me of when you threw up on the ski trip,” he says quietly, humor laced in his tone. 

you can only find it in yourself to throw up your middle finger, collapsing against his chest and whining that you don’t feel good. 

“i know, baby, i’m sorry,” he says, brushing your knotty, sleep-crazed hair back down. “you want me to stay home today?” 

and that’s how you both spend the whole day in bed, you alternating between sleeping on his chest, waking up to puke and then attempting to get down water and soup with crackers.

the nausea goes away when you wake up from your third nap, still feeling tired and achey but nowhere near as bad as when you woke up.

but you’re both still grateful for the day off with one another, cuddled up under the couch with a blanket and his arms wound tightly around you. your eyes start closing again when he starts rubbing your back absentmindedly, eventually falling asleep to the sound of his soft, even breathing. 

he looks down when you don’t respond to his question about the movie, smiling softly at your sleeping face before he moves back a few strands of sweaty hair. 

and it’s at the moment he knows he has to be in love with you, so content and happy with the time he spent with you today, that he’s not even concerned in the slightest about getting your stomach virus. 

part 2

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[gwynrielendgame]

Nyx and Tamlin’s daughter part 2

Again no one really read the first part, but I don’t care! I have been inspired to write again, so I am just going with the flow. Also, I read somewhere that instead of describing accents you should just write how the accent sounds when the character speaks, but idk. If you think it’s annoying comment and I might change it for the other parts I’ve written.

"I apologize for my parents. They mean well, but I think my mother secretly still harbors negative feelings for your father."

Nyx felt it was necessary to apologize for his parents behavior. They have been less than diplomatic tonight and it must have been because of their pasts with Tamlin. Nevertheless, they invited Tamlin here tonight for peace and instead, offered spiteful exchanges. He glanced at Isa from the corner of his eye as they strolled down the garden path. It was beautiful especially at night. His aunt Elain tended to it often which made the flowers more beautiful than any other garden he had seen. He liked looking at her. Not necessarily for her beauty, although he could say with confidence that she was beautiful. She was not beautiful in the way that Elain or Mor were, but in the way that someone obviously powerful was. It was more about her essence. Everything about her was enticingly unique.

"That is strange, is it not?" She quirked a single eyebrow at him with a smirk lifting the edge of her mouth. He placed his hands in his pockets to avoid awkwardly fidgeting in the way his mother often did.

"What is strange?"

"That your mother left him for another man who zhe iz happily married to with three children, yet zhe haz ill will for him? Zeemz a bit backward, no?"

Nyx gave her a strange look. She had been hiding how heavy her accent truly was at dinner. Perhaps she had dropped her guard now that they were alone or perhaps she was tired of hiding it. Either way Nyx liked listening to it.

"Tamlin was awful to my mother when they were together. She's allowed to feel angry at him."

"Zo the story goez."

Isa stopped to pluck a particularly beautiful rose. Nyx took it from her hands gently. Only to stick it behind her ear. She gave him a small smile before they continued on their walk.

"How have I never heard of you?" Nyx asked the question that had been burning at the back of his mind since Tamlin introduced her. "You must be Pyrinthian's best kept secret."

Again, she sent him a small secretive smile while twirling down the path. Her dress made large swooping motions around her body as she seemed to dance to a song only found in her head.

"It iz tradition that young witchez are raised in their coven, completely izolated from other fae. It iz dangerous for young witchlings when their powers are not yet controlled. 'Unnatural' magic as your kin like to call it, does not lizten to the influence of the witch when their mind iz not strong."

"What can happen?"

"There are stories of young children killing their peers on accident when trying to show off."

"Is that why Fae fear your kind? Because it is unpredictable?"

"All witch magic has a price. The spirits aid us when we call onto them and they seek a price. There iz a method to the price but it iz subject to change depending on the spirit that answers. Your father was not wrong when he said blood magic brings chaos. The reason blood magic iz so feared iz because it can attract all zorts of evil spirits and monsters, which can be part of the appeal." She chuckled as she said this and shook her head. "How many times have your parents required the azzistance from a monster?"

"More than I would like to admit."

"Despite that, not all witch magic iz blood magic. Your father's ignorance iz thinking they are one in the same." Isa took a seat at one of the benches and Nyx followed suit. He sat a bit closer than newly acquainted fae should, but he hardly cared.

"So you were raised amongst your kind? Did you get to see your father much?" Nyx was curious about this secretive female. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

"He caused havoc and mayhem in order to zee me. They refused until my first shape shift when I was two and they realized they did not know how to help that. My mother had been zecretly sneaking me to see him before then though."

"Fascinating."

"How do you know zo much about witches?" She asked while pushing her short hair behind her ear. Nyx reached out and clasped her hand in his. He started to trace a small tattoo on the outside of her pointer finger.

"Honestly? I do not know much. A few of them have given some information over idle pillow talk though." He admitted with a shrug.

"Charming. Speak of your past conquests to your new one." She said it with a wide smile, so Nyx was not concerned that he had actually upset her.

"I would not call you my new conquest." He gave her a cheeky smile that she shook her head to with a chuckle.

"No? Zo you escort me out here to win my heart or from the goodness of your own?"

"Perhaps I escort you out here as a gentleman."

"That iz not what your reputation would suggest." She lifted her eyebrows at him.

"I have a reputation?" Nyx was wholly unaware of any reputation that might precede him unless it had something to do with his parents. Isa pulled her hand back into her own lap.

"Nyx, prince of the night court, zon of Feyre 'cursebreaker' Archeron, high lady of the night court and Rhyzand high lord of the night court. Intelligent and agile. Mediocre combat training, excellent spy potential, enjoys the attention of any and all females, and zuccezzfully gains the attention with uave charm and dashing good looks."

"You definitely did your research." He leaned back on the bench and crossed his arms over his chest as she leaned in a bit more.

"Believe it or not, those words were straight from Lucien before we winnowed here." She mock whispered.

"That seems a bit unfair. He gave me no information on you. I'd also argue I am much better than mediocre at hand-to-hand combat." Nyx felt a bit miffed that he had been described as mediocre at anything, but begrudgingly he knew Lucien was right.

"Be careful, I might be tempted to challenge you." She gave a wickedly mischievous smile before turning her head up to look at the stars. She plucked the rose from behind her ear and began twirling it between her fingers.

"What would we be wagering for?"

"The title of best fighter. Might give our parents zomething to boast about." She continued to look at the sky instead of him.

"Hmm. Not appealing enough. Perhaps for a kiss though?" He jested. Although, he imagined a kiss from her would be amazing.

"I zuppose. If you think winning a kizz will be easier than charming one from me, then you have severely misjudged me."

"Oh I know," he sent a wide, goofy smile her way. "I would need you to kiss the pain away after you kick my ass."

"Relentlezz." A genuine smile finally lit her face up. It made her even more beautiful.

"You are a mind reader, right? Can you tell me what I am thinking of?" She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and rubbed her temples with her pointer and middle fingers. It was the epitome of concentration but it only caused him to laugh and shake his head.

"You mean my daemati powers?" He attempted to infiltrate her mind only to be met with steel mind barriers. He did not think his father would even be able to get past those.

"Daemati?" She drug out the word as if she was testing how it sounded on her lips. "How does it work?"

"For some people, I can slip into their mind and hear their thoughts and experience their memories. Your mind, however," he poked her forehead right between her eyebrows. "Is too guarded. I supposed I will have to get to know you the old fashioned way."

She pushed her bottom lip out in a pout.

"That iz not fun." He laughed loudly at her expression. She seemed truly gutted that he could not read her mind. It was such an opposite reaction to how most people felt of the ability. It seemed like the deepest of privacy invasions to most. It was why he tried to limit using it as much as possible.

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Mediocre damn-ti can be added to your list." She stood up and placed the rose that was in her lap behind Nyx’s ear. He laughed but left it there anyhow. They started back towards the house.

"Daemati. And I would say my inability to infiltrate your mind speaks more to the strength of your power than a lack of mine."

She sent him a mischievous smile before grabbing his hand and twirling herself under his arm as she hummed a tune. She amused him with her peculiar behavior.

"Are you nervous to be High lady some day?" He figured she of all people would understand the anxiety he has been feeling lately to fill his parents footsteps. What if he messed up? What if he failed?

"Have not thought of it much."

"Truly?" She gave a simple nod before responding.

"I worry more about my father's death than the power I would have after it. He iz all I have left."

"I always imagined my parents voluntarily stepping down to give me the title. They seem so invincible. Perhaps that is the child in me." He did not like to imagine their deaths, but even so at least he would have a plethora of help. He had so many mentors that could show him the way. He felt bad that Isa only had Tamlin. Lucien too, probably.

"It iz sweet that you feel that way. I have zeen too much to believe that anyone is invincible."

"I just worry that I will fail. Or that I won't live up to their standards." Nyx had many a nightmares about this specific situation.

"That iz a lot of prezzure considering you are not yet High Lord." She bumped his shoulder with hers. He stumbled a step from surprise, but bumped her back.

"I will be one day though."

"What if one of you zisters get the throne instead of you? And then you wasted all dis time for nothing."

"Neither want it. Even if the power transfers to them, they have both said they will leave the title to me."

"You will probably fail and ruin your parents hard work." She said in a serious tone with a grave look on her face.

"Thanks." He deadpanned.

"But you will have me as an ally, no? And I will be ready dig you out of whatever hole you have dug. I am quite wise and known for my generosity." He could sense a hint of sarcasm with her last sentence, but felt honored that she was so freely giving her support anyways.

"Be careful, you might be underestimating how much trouble I could get us into."

#nyx acotar #acotar #tamlins daughter #tamlin #feyre archeron #rhysand #feysand

[thefanficmonster]

Little Do They Know

Daniel x Taylor (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, AU, Crossover

Summary: Promising to love a person who you’ve already loved till the end of time is the easy part of a wedding as Daniel has come to realize. There’s many other reasons why he’s so stressed and nervous though

A birthday gift for my best bro Kai aka @hopeveon Happiest of birthdays, bro! Hope you have an amazing day (despite having to go to school). The cult sends you a cake made of cookies to celebrate your special day but this fic is a gift from me personally. Love you 🤗💕

As Daniel cringes at his fifth attempt at tying his tie to his liking, he’s on the brink of a mental breakdown. His friends and cousins, some of which groomsmen and one of them the best man, are growing more and more concerned by the minute, observing as Daniel’s sanity is crumbling at the thought of having to face Taylor’s family before, during and after the ceremony. 

“You realize they are human, right?“ Matt inquires, “I mean, I don’t know them either, but I don’t believe they’ll be very hard to please especially since you’ve made Taylor be the happiest she’s ever been.“

“Wait, wait, wait...“ Conrad buts in, “You’ve NEVER met them? Like never ever?“

Letting out a heavy sigh he’s been holding in for far too long, Daniel slumps down on the little couch by the mirror he was just standing in front of. “I’ve met her cousin Anna but that’s about it. Her parents were out of state often so I never got the chance to be introduced to them.”

“I wouldn’t worry so much if I were you.“ His best man, Andrew, interferes, “I’m pretty sure they know you more than they would if they had actually met you considering Taylor won’t shut up about you to anyone she talks to.“

Pausing to process what Andrew has told him, the groom-to-be grimaces, “Why do I feel like that’s even worse?”

Rolling his eyes, Finn steps in, “Maybe because you’re overthinking literally everything. Not only now, but since you two picked a wedding date. For the love of God, you’re not marrying her family, you’re marrying Taylor, and she’s already more than head over heels for you and nothing on this planet can change that.” He’s the most mature and level-headed person in the room at the moment and it really shows.

Finn’s words manage to lessen the tension that has taken over every muscle of Daniel’s body the tiniest point but even that seems like a huge success at this point in time. It was enough to get him to crack a smile so that says a lot.

Relieved ever so slightly, he shoots a tired but still lighthearted look his cousin’s way, “Not even a crooked tie?”

Giving the groom another eye-roll, Finn nods, “Not that the tie was crooked what so fucking ever.”

Meanwhile, little do the guys know, a similar sort of panic has settled over on the bride’s side where Taylor appears to be stuck in a downward spiral of ‘what if’s that appear to be never-ending.

“This dress was a mistake.“ She murmurs, frowning at her reflection in the mirror, “And the make up is horrendous.“

Her best friend and maid of honor - Julia can’t help but let out a tense sigh, “Well, we can wipe the make up off of you anytime, but please don’t make up carry out a bridesmaids’ mission impossible and go fetch you a new dress.”

“I mean, it’s not like we wouldn’t if you asked, but please don’t ask. The last thing I wanna do is run in these heels.“ Sam looks over to the two girls, giving Taylor a sympathetic smile which she half-returns.

“I appreciate it but don’t worry, I won’t. It’s not like I have a dress on the back burner.“ The bride sighs, contemplating whether to have the make up wiped off her face or not.

“Trust me, this is typical pre-wedding behavior. I can confirm and probably so can Julia.“ Fliss says, side-eyeing the blond with a taunting smirk and only receiving a playful eye-roll in return.

“What are you even so worried about?“ Ashley asks, “The two of you already act like a married couple, this wedding is technically just a formality. If anything you’ll only love each other more.“

When put like that, this wedding really doesn’t seem like a big deal to Taylor. Yes, of course it’s a very meaningful day and one of the most important ones in her life. But very few things will change after it’s over with.

Her and Daniel will majorly remain the same.

But just love each other more.

And that is what finally manages to get a grin out of Taylor, replacing the frown that was present on her face for so long it really started to worry the girls.

Julia receives a text which she wastes no time on opening. After reading its contents she looks at the bride, an eyebrow quirked up, “Ready?”

The uncertainty has not completely left her, but it had mainly been replaced by the joy and adrenaline she feels at the thought of finally being able to call Daniel her husband.

Which is why, with little to no hesitation, she says, “Hell fucking yes.”

                                                            *  *  *

The wedding officiant is reciting the speech he’s probably said hundreds of times but Daniel and Taylor don’t hear a thing. Hell, Daniel was extracted from this world the second he saw Taylor walking down the aisle. He swears his soul left his body but he’s already willing to deny it when Andrew will ask him if that was a tear he shed in the meantime. Taylor wasn’t any different either. She too was far too mesmerized to see, hear or notice anything or anyone else. She didn’t care what she looked like anymore. And Daniel couldn’t care less about what her family thought of him. In that moment the only people present at that wedding from their point of view were the two of them. No one and nothing else mattered. Just them and the love that radiated off of and between them.

“I do.“

“I do.“

The words, life changing and promising, were spoken in a daze with the groom and the bride unable to take their eyes off one another.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.“

Those were the only words they really heard - the only words that mattered. And with the loud cheering of their families and friends behind them, the two shared their first kiss as an officially married couple.

“We should’ve done this sooner.“ Daniel mumbles when the two break the kiss to walk down the aisle and to the cars that will take them to the venue they had booked for the actual party.

Giggling, Taylor squeezes his hand tighter, “I gotta say, I couldn’t possibly agree more.” Pushing up on her toes she kissed his cheek. “These heels are a nightmare.” She grumbles, displeased as they keep walking.

“Say no more.“ He picks her up bridal style, earning him a surprised squeak, carrying her the rest of the way, “We’ll stop along the way to buy you some flats.“

Wrapping her arms around him as a gesture of gratefulness and to ensure she won’t fall she can’t help but smile, fighting back tears of joy she knows he’ll tease her about later, “Damn Daniel, you just can’t help but make me love you more, huh?”

“I’ll overlook the pun...“ he says with a playfully annoyed eye-roll, “But I’ll have to disappoint, I can’t not make you fall in love with me, it’s my specialty.“

Little does he know she’s well aware of that considering he’s only been making her fall more and more in love since day one. Little does she know he’s had the same experience.

And little do they both know how obvious it was to everyone around them before they themselves even admitted it.

#daniel x taylor #taylor x daniel #little hope #dark pictures anthology #dark pictures little hope #the dark pictures little hope #the dark pictures #daylor #taniel #little hope taylor #little hope daniel #au #crossover #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #video game #supermassive #supermassive games

[tigerseye46]

Id LOVE to see the peachpig fic where Pigsy wasn't told MK was gonna be SWK's successor!!!

Ask and you shall receive! I edited it a little bit. This is 2k words and it’s implied they you know at the end-

I think I wrote this months ago. Also when I say edit, I mean changed like two things then just skimmed as I copy and pasted

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It was at that moment that Bajie decided he was going to kill his husband. Rage swept through him at the thought of a few days ago. Wukong gave MK the staff and didn’t tell Bajie about it. He hadn’t even known Wukong wanted a successor! There were some talks but nothing serious, apparently his spouse wasn’t content with retirement, he should have expected that.

Pigsy was pissed and he decided that he was going to be a widower. Tang and Sandy were confused about the fact that the monkey never mentioned the whole successor thing but they were content to let it be, Pigsy was not. He had told Wukong enough about MK, that doesn’t excuse his husband from throwing his kid into danger.

He stomped up to the mountain, his brows furrowed and fists clenched. The monkeys could tell something was wrong and avoided the angry pig. Wukong was on his cloud, eating a peach when he spotted his husband, oblivious to his angry gaze.

He floated down gently and wrapped his husband in a hug, his tail wagged. “Babe! I haven’t seen you in a few days! I missed you so much!” Since the start of the shop, Pigsy gained his own apartment and there would be times where they didn’t see each other. The monkey visited his husband practically every day but they both got busy and luckily, Wukong didn’t show up the day after. “You look wonderful, babe!” He planted a kiss against his lips, Pigsy fought the urge to kiss back and the rising blush.

He pushed his spouse away. “Hi, Wukong.”

Wukong raised an eyebrow yet kept his tail wagging. “How are you, love?”

He scowled. “Wukong, we need to talk.”

“About?”

“The kid.”

“Oh! He did really well, huh?”

“Is that all you have to say to me?”

“Huh?”

He took a step forward. “Why didn’t you tell me that the kid was going to be your successor? You kept the truth from me!”

“Huh? Oh, that. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

Yep, he was going to be a widower. “Didn’t think it was a big deal?! He’s my freakin’ kid! I told ya about him all the time! Ya know what kind of past that kid has! Then I find out he has your staff and now he’s fightin’ demons!”

“What’s the problem? He’s a fan of mine! You saw how happy he is!”

“What the fuck are you not gettin’? You didn’t consult me on this! I didn’t think there was a possibility for MK to have the staff until he showed up in the shop with it! Then all of a sudden, we’re on a journey to return the staff back to ya! Ya couldn’t have picked someone else?!”

“He was perfect for it! The perfect candidate to be my successor!”

“Perfect for it?! You could have handled the whole mess on your own like ya always do! What do ya need a damn successor for?”

Wukong frowned, his tail dropped along with his ears. “I’m sorry… I just thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“A nice surprise? I THOUGHT HE DIED!” His husband recoiled. “We all thought he died!” He pulled his husband by the shirt and brought him close. “I THOUGHT MY FUCKIN’ KID DIED TRYIN’ TO GET TO YOU!”

“I would never let that happen,” he whispered.

“How was I supposed to know that? How was I supposed to know any of this? We’re supposed to tell each other everythin’, both small and big. Comes along with the promise of bein’ married. We’ve always done that up until now. You’re still so impulsive! Ya don’t think of anybody but yourself!”

His husband growled. “I thought about the kid too! And who’s the one who only thought about himself, huh? Says the guy who got us captured daily!”

“I’ve changed and I thought ya did too! When ya wanted to retire, I was shocked but I knew you wanted it. Then ya couldn’t pick up the staff to just deal with DBK yourself and get it over with? It would have been so easy for ya to do!”

“That’s the meaning of retired, you idiot! Meaning I’m done with that stuff! Heavens, you don’t have any brains really. Just like back then, getting us captured like a dumbass.” The hurt expression on his husband’s face made him double take. “Wait, baby, I-”

Pigsy shoved him. “So I’m just a dumbass to ya, huh?!” His husband had called him an idiot or dumbass in an affectionate tone but his tone was harsh. “Is that why ya married me? Because I was too stupid to say no? I’m just an easy lay to you! Someone you could laugh at!”

“Love, that’s not it at all! I married you because I love you! I didn’t tell you because I knew this would happen! I knew we would get into an argument about it! The kid had all the right qualifications to be my successor!”

“I told ya I thought he died! You were goin’ to let me believe that my kid died! Ya know what…” He took off his ring.

The monkey’s eyes widened. “Babe, what are you doing?”

The pig threw it on the ground. “I’m done. I’m not goin’ to be an easy lay for you. I’m not goin’ to be someone for you to laugh at! We tell each other everythin’! We used to.” Tears pricked his eyes, this was their worst fight yet. “Ya almost got MK killed and ya expect him to handle your dirty work. You let me believe that my kid was killed.”

He began to leave when Wukong pulled him back. “Baby-”

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me! I don’t want to talk to you ever again!” He left in a huff while his husband stared down at the ring and began crying, thinking over his mistakes.

Weeks passed with Pigsy refusing to speak to his husband, no matter how many texts and calls Wukong had left. If Pigsy was being honest, he missed him, he missed his furry heater who used to tell him jokes and wrap his arms around him, kissing him gently and sweetly. He loved his spouse, he truly did but he was so pissed at the thought of MK being in danger. The kid had a tough life and while he could handle it himself, the pig wanted to make sure he was safe. MK had grown into a worthy successor, the pig will admit.

MK had handled every incident that had come his way, the weather station, the clones, and the spider queen stuff. Heavens, the spider queen. He had to apologize to Tang for that one. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, he was mad at Wukong but he would never flirt with anybody else besides his husband. Tang realized she placed a spell on him which made sense but Pigsy had felt awful for practically cheating on his husband and oh yea, Tang being put in danger.

It was only a few days after the Spider Queen that he laid on the couch of his apartment. He picked up his phone and scanned the messages his husband left him, begging for him to talk to him yet not bothering to go to the shop. Wukong could be an idiot sometimes but he knew to give the pig some space.

Memories of their relationship flooded his mind, their first meeting where he held his own against the Great Sage, being Tang’s disciple, starting to realize he was in love, the denial, flirting with women to get his mind off the monkey, jealousy towards Tang who was in love with Sandy which was a whole other mess, acceptance, continuing to do everything to impress the monkey, the confession, years of dating then all that up to the point where they were finally wed.

He loved the memories, loved Wukong, he was betrayed yet maybe he should have made an attempt to see what was going through his spouse’s stupid head. The pig sighed, maybe he should call him.

A knock on the door cut off his thought process. He raised an eyebrow, who would be knocking at this time of night? The knock continued again, he reluctantly got up and answered it. He let out a slight gasp to see his husband with his tail drooped, his eyes, which looked red from crying, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Hi,” Sun Wukong whispered.

“Hi,” he whispered back. It was as if time stood still, he resisted the urge to wrap his husband in a hug.

He asked, “Is it alright if I come in?”

“Uh… yea, sure.” He stepped aside to which his husband walked in. “What are ya doin’ here?”

“I wanted to talk… I heard about the Spider Queen stuff from the kid.”

“O-oh… yea…”

“Are you okay?”

“Yea…”

The monkey nodded. “Good, good.” His fists clenched. “I’m glad you’re safe even though you flirted with her which got you in trouble in the first place.”

“Wukong-”

“No, I get it. I really do. She’s attractive or whatever, right?”

“Wukong, yes, I flirted with her.” His husband sucked in a breath. “But that wasn’t me. I can’t justify my behavior but believe me when I say that I would never cheat on you.”

“Why wouldn’t you? There are a lot of better options out there even if your choice was a spider.”

“She wasn’t my choice.” He gently guided his husband to the couch where they both sat down.

“She would be a better option than me. Anyone would be better than me. I’m so sorry. I was selfish and immature and I should have consulted you on everything. I put ou- your kid in danger. I let you believe he died.” He kneeled in front of his husband, his head hung low. “I get why you want to divorce me.”

The pig’s eyes widened. “You think I wanted to divorce you?”

He nodded. “You threw your ring away… if you want to divorce me, just say it and I’ll make it happen if…” his bottom lip jutted out. “If it will make you happy. I’ll give you everything, just ask me and I’ll give it to you, no matter the cost, no matter the price.”

Bajie frowned. “Cupcake, sweetheart, look at me.” His husband refused to look at him. He grabbed his husband’s face and tilted his chin up, his red eyes pained him. “Look at me. Cupcake, I don’t want to divorce you. I never want to divorce you. I was just pissed. I would never.”

“Are you sure? You deserve better, better than me…”

Wukong was feeling insecure, during their relationship, it was obvious that Wukong could be extremely insecure at times especially when it came to their love, fighting was more of Wukong’s thing, love was a tricky area especially since he spent time denying how he felt for the pig. “There is no better, honey. I was pissed but I had no right to throw the ring at you. It’s just we tell each other everythin’. I was goin’ to tell you about the Spider Queen incident. Baby, I would never cheat on you.”

“You should. You should have. I don’t deserve you. I didn’t think about your feelings. I was an idiot. That kid, he has something in him, something that I thought I could train. I should have told you. I know how much you care about that kid and I care about him too, from your stories and just from simply watching him. I know he’s your kid, I know how important he is to you. I just thought if I told you, you would have stopped it.”

“I would have eventually understood if you had told me ahead of time and he’s our kid, not just mine.” He thought back to his spouse’s earlier words. “Love, I’m not goin’ to cheat on you. You don’t deserve that. Of course you deserve me. We make mistakes, babe. That’s who we are.”

“But this was our worst fight. I made you upset. I hurt you. You deserve better than an idiot who only looks for himself. I’m sorry I called you a dumbass. I didn’t marry you as some sort of sick joke. I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I know. You deserve me. I love ya so much. If I didn’t think you deserve me then I would have pushed you away. You know how happy I felt when I found out you felt the same way. You saw my reaction, I was so relieved.”

“I don’t. I don’t deserve you. What if… what if you find someone better? What if I’m not enough to satisfy you? What if after these years you find out I’m not what you want?” He began sobbing. “I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you. I want you to be happier than me. If you want to divorce me, just please say the word and I’ll give you whatever it is you want.”

Pigsy narrowed his eyes. “Hey! Don’t you dare talk about yourself that way! You’re enough, Wukong. You’ve always been enough. There is no better. We’ve been married for 1,400 years, I’m not goin’ to leave you. Babe, you’re the Great Sage, I was still surprised when ya wanted to go for a lowly pig demon in the first place. I’m so lucky that ya chose me even after all the trouble I’ve caused you. I used to get us captured on the daily, I used to flirt with women all the time to get my mind off you. I didn’t think I was good enough to be with you but here we are. I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that.” He wiped his husband’s tears.

Wukong growled at him. “Lowly? You’re not lowly! You’re a great Celestial Warrior that managed to fight me on even grounds! Sure, you got us in trouble but you always made up for it. Tch, lowly. I don’t like hearing you talking about yourself like you’re nothing.” Pigsy raised an eyebrow. “Oh. OH! I get it. I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. We both get insecure sometimes.”

“I’m sorry for everything. I should have told you.”

“You should have but that’s all in the past now. You’re doin’ a great job trainin’ the kid from what I hear. I’m so proud of you, baby. We’ve come a long way from how we were before.”

“Thank you, honey. So you don’t want to divorce me?”

He shook his head. “Never. Not in a million years. You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you.”

His tail wagged. “Can I kiss you?”

“Obviously.”

“Just want to make sure.” He pressed a gentle kiss to his husband’s lips which quickly turned passionate in a matter of seconds.

“I missed you so much. We have a lot of time to make up for. A few weeks is too long.”

“It is. I missed you.” He pulled the ring from his pocket. “Here.”

Bajie beamed and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I missed this. Aren't you goin’ to put it on me?”

His husband’s mouth quirked up and he nodded, he placed the ring on his finger and kissed it. “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Are ya talkin’ about me or yourself?”

The king chuckled. “You.” He left a trail of kisses up and down his throat. “Mine,” he growled.

Bajie rolled his eyes. “Yes, yours. I’m sorry for falling under the Spider Queen’s trap.”

“It’s fine. I know it was a spell. Tang explained as much.”

“Hm, I’ll thank him later.”

“We’re okay now?”

“Yes, we’re okay.” At the answer, Wukong nipped at his neck. “Love~”

“It’s as you said, a few weeks is much too long. Want to go to our bedroom, dear?”

“Yes I do. You’re givin’ me a bunch of stuff later, got it? I demand a lot of kisses, cuddles, food and a bunch of other stuff.”

He chuckled. “Okay. Whatever you want. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He guided his husband to the bedroom where they whispered assurances of love and all was well.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #peachpig #peachpigshipping #sun wukong #monkey king #monkie kid wukong #pigsy #should really a you know fic of them eventually- #this was like a long time ago- #my fic

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

More Hearts Than Mine - Part II

I do not own anything that is familiar to you - songs, characters, etc. This is the next part of the story - you’ll get to meet Jack and the person he’s bringing home with him. Enjoy!

Catch up with Part I Here!

PART II

September 20, 2019

“So I have a question for you.” Jack asked, sliding into a chair across from his girlfriend with a grin.

Kat leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. “That depends?”

“On what?” Jack raised his eyebrows, giving her a look.

Kat laughed, picking up her pen, quickly jotting down something on the notebook in front of her. “On where you want to bury the body?”

Jack threw his head back and laughed, loudly, catching the attention of several tables surrounding them. “There won’t be a body to bury. I actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to come home with me to meet my momma and my siblings.”

Kat paused in her actions, slowly looking up from the notebook to see her boyfriend grinning at her. “You want me to come home with you to meet the family?”

“I’d love for you but if it’s too soon, I completely understand.” Jack paused. “I am planning on making a trip back in a few weeks and would love for you to come back with me.”

Kat bit her lip, looking at him. “You have six siblings, right? What makes you think they’re not going to tear me apart? You did mention that you’ve never brought anyone home.”

“They will love you, just as I love you.” Jack said, grinning.

Raising an eyebrow, Kat shook her head. “You’re laying it on thick, Kelly. I don’t know . . .”

“Come on, what do you have to lose?” Jack said, lacing his fingers with his, giving them a squeeze.

Sighing, she leaned back in her chair. “When do we leave?”

October 4, 2019

Relaxing against the seat, she watched the scenery pass by as a Gavin DeGraw song came on the random playlist Jack had put on. “So you said that you had something you wanted to tell me on the way.”

Taking his right hand off the steering wheel, Jack reached over and laced his fingers with hers. “You’re the first person I’ve brought home, but I told you that already. Medda adopted me when I was 14 years old. Racer and I were adopted together, we’re brothers by birth. Medda added Albert and Charlie a year later with Smalls two years after that. My siblings can be rough, hellions even, especially when new people are brought around. Just . . . don’t hold anything against them.”

“Did you tell them you were bringing me?” She asked, biting her lip.

It was Jack’s turn to bite his lip. “Not exactly.”

He yelped as her hand hit his shoulder. “Jack! You’re not making it any easier. Don’t you think telling them you’re bringing me home might help the situation a bit?”

“I was just too excited that you actually said yes that I didn’t exactly think things through . . .” Jack admitted with a grin. “They’re going to love you when they meet you.”

She was hesitant, giving Jack’s hand a squeeze. “If you say so.”

“There’s one more thing you should be aware of.” Jack started, squeezing her hand back. “Momma is special. She tends to adopt anyone that walks through the door. Just know that if something happens with us, which I’m not advocating for by the way, she would be even more devastated and feel like one of her children ran away from home.”

She raised an eyebrow, shifting in her seat. “So are you telling me that we can’t break up because it will break your momma’s heart?”

“Uh huh . . . there’s one thing you never wanna do and that’s make Medda angry at you.” Jack shrugged.

“I take it you’re talking from experience?” She quipped, as a grin stretched across her face.

His silence was all the answer she needed from him. “What did you do to piss your momma off?”

“There’s too many times to count.” Jack grinned, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “I was the problem child, it’s a wonder she continued to adopt after me and Racer.”

She raised an eyebrow, grinning. “That explains so much . . . what kind of problem child? I mean, should I be worried?”

“I may have been caught stealing once and ran with a rough crowd.” Jack shrugged. “It was a rough two years when I was teenager but Medda was firm and loving and managed to turn myself around. Though, there were many times I thought she would kick me to the curb but she never did.”

“So tell me about your siblings.” She shifted in her seat, eyes bright with excitement, despite her nerves at meeting his family.

A smile crossed Jack’s face as he reflected on his mismatched family. “What do you want to know about the hellions?”

“Should I be afraid that you call them hellions? Just whatever you want to share.” She shrugged, knowing they still had a bit of time ahead of them.

The song changed on the playlist she had picked when they first got in the car. Jack grinned listening to “The Last Song” by All American Rejects.

“Nah, we’re all a mismatch group - we’re all misfits that create a pretty amazing family. Anthony is 17 and my half brother. We call him Race or Racer but he’s the sweetest kid, even though he can be a pain in the ass at any moment. Kid’s got a mouth on him that Momma and I have been trying to curtail but it’s not taking much. He’s dating Sean, better known as Spot. They’ve been together for the last two years but have been friends for as long as I can remember. Charlie and Albert were the next two that Medda adopted - Charlie is a sweetheart with an evil streak. He’s our practical joker so be on the lookout, though Momma probably gave them the ‘don’t do anything stupid’ talk already. And Albert, he’s super smart but doesn’t really apply himself, rather just cruise through school. Albert is a wicked good soccer player and it’s pretty cool to watch him out on the field. His boyfriend, Finch is the goalie and the two of them are pretty incredible - they’re already talking scholarships for college.” Jack paused, shaking his head at the older of his younger siblings.

“They all sound pretty remarkable.” She murmured.

Nodding, Jack grinned. “They all are. Now for the younger three. Smalls is our only girl in the family but don’t let that fool you. She’s tough as nails, despite being a natural girly girl. She plays lacrosse and is damn good at it. She’s ruthless at it and it’s pretty cool watching her fight on the field. She’s a sweetheart and mostly always gets her way due to being the only girl. Romeo is our flirt but he’s harmless. He’s charismatic and energetic and really good at school, despite him being bored most of the time. He’s in a gift program at school and he’s a wicked good artist - he puts me to shame sometimes. And then there’s Henry, our newest brother. He’s four and has the biggest heart - he’s a cuddler, so beware. All of us are huggers, it’s just when you’ve been denied it for so long, you naturally drift to that - Henry never had that trepidation and just loves whoever he comes into contact with - there’s no malice or resentment yet.”

Reaching over, she grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze with a sad smile. “Thanks for telling me. I’m excited to meet them all. Do you have any pets?”

“Albert has Fluffy, Race has Iggy the iguana, and from what I’ve heard, Smalls has been trying to convince momma to get a dog. The house is already a three ring circle yet momma is considering adding a dog to the mix.” Jack shook his head chuckling at his family.

She raised an eyebrow. “So you mentioned that a couple of your siblings were pranksters - anything I should be cautious of?”

“Momma probably had the talk about treating you like she treated all of them when she adopted us so they should be on their best behavior.” Jack grinned. “You’re tough and you grew up with brothers so I’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

“I just want this weekend to go well and for them to like me.” She whispered, giving him a look.

Squeezing her hand, Jack smiled. “A little advice for this crew?”

“What’s that?” Katherine asked, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

“Don’t let the little things bother you; laugh, a lot, and just talk with my siblings - that’ll go a long way in their book.” Jack smiled, pulling into the driveway of a gorgeous house.

A gasp escaped Katherine’s mouth. “This is your house?”

“Yeah . . . momma was married and divorced ten year ago and from the divorce bought this house and filled it with kids that her ex-husband denied her.” Jack turned off the car with a shrug. “Come on . . . the longer we sit here, the more time they’ve got to plan.”

Getting out of the car, she let her eyes scan the front of the tall dark grey exterior with white shutters. A basketball hoop sat in the driveway along with several scooters and bikes. Hearing the car door shut, she felt Jack’s presence behind her with their bags. “Take a deep breath, there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“You aren’t about to meet your boyfriend’s family.” She gently teased.

He laughed. “No but I had to sit through dinner with your family and I guarantee this will be much less organized than that was. There may even be a small food fight.”

“Something to look forward to then.” She grinned, lacing her fingers with his with a squeeze before they made their way up the steps just as the front door flew open.

“Momma, Jackie brought a pretty girl home.” Henry, she was impressed that she remembered his name, yelled into the house.

In the next moment, her hand was dropped as Jack was engulfed with hugs from his siblings. Their bags were dropped by the door as he swung a couple of them into his arms. She grinned watching him completely relax in the mayhem as an older woman, she presumed it was his momma, came closer to her. “I apologize for my children, it’s not often they’re away from their brother for this long. I’m Medda, Jack’s mom.”

“It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Katherine.” She grinned as Medda engulfed her in a hug. Looking over her shoulder, Katherine caught Jack’s eye as a giant smile crossed his face.

Jack clapped his hands, as the two women broke apart, both with grins on their faces. “Momma, gang, this is Katherine, my girlfriend. Katherine, this is the crew.”

A light blush crossed her face as she looked at the eight faces that surrounded her. “It’s nice to meet all of you.”

“Wait . . how do you know us?” Smalls piped up, looking between her brother and mom.

Katherine smiled. “Your brother told me all about you . . .”

“Glad you know about us but we don’t know about you.” Race’s sarcasm came out as he looked between the girl and his oldest brother. “Thought we didn’t keep secrets, Jackie.”

And with that, he left the room, pounding up the stairs. A few seconds later, a door slammed. A sigh came over her shoulder as a shorter boy smacked Jack’s back a couple of times before shaking his head. “You knew he was going to bring out the dramatics, Jack. Want me to go talk to him?”

“Nah, I’ll do it, Spot.” Jack walked over to Katherine’s side. Lacing her fingers in with his, she gave it a quick squeeze, as he looked down at her. “Let me introduce Katherine to you all then get her settled and I’ll talk to him.”

The next few minutes were filled with introductions as Kat made small talk with all of them. She found out she had a lot in common with Albert, Charlie, and Spot. She cracked a couple of jokes that caught the attention of Smalls and Romeo. As promised, Henry slipped his hand into Kat’s and hadn’t let go the entire time she talked with Finch and Spot.

“I’m going to show her to her room then we’ll be down, okay?” Jack clapped his hands as she finished talking about her journalism major with Charlie.

Jack grabbed their bags before ascending the stairs. Along the way, he pointed out the kid’s bedrooms before leading her to the guest room, which was adjacent to his own room. “This is your room.”

Pushing open the door, she smiled at the brightly painted buttery yellow room. A bed sat in the middle with a small bedside table and an adjacent bathroom. “You get the best room in the house - you don’t have to fight for the bathroom.”

Putting her bag down beside the desk, she gave the room one more lookover before gasping. In the middle of her bed was a snake, basking in the sunshine. Taking a step forward, she carefully picked up the snake, running a finger, gently over its back. “And who might this be?”

Jack chuckled, surprised by his girlfriend’s gentle nature to the snake. “That’s Fluffy, Albert’s pet snake. You never told me you were comfortable around snakes.”

“It’s a ball python, Jack. They’re harmless.” She grinned, eyes floating over to the doorway where Albert and Charlie stood. “Let me guess, her cage accidentally got left open?”

The two at least had the decency to look guilty as they stepped into the room. “Yeah, sorry about that Katherine. We’ll just go put her back in her cage.”

“She’s sweet.” Kat called after them as Jack pulled her into his arms with a laugh.

He leaned down and kissed her quickly before pulling back. “You just won a buttload of brownie points with them. How about you freshen up while I go talk to Racer? I’m sorry about him, Kat.”

“Don’t be . . . I told you that you should’ve warned them you were bringing me home.” She gave him a look, before pushing to her tiptoes and brushing a kiss to his lips. “Love you regardless.”

“Love you too.” WIth a final kiss, he left the room as she took a seat on the bed and tried to calm her racing heart. Twenty minutes down, the entire weekend in front of her.

She quickly ran a brush through her hair before using the restroom before walking down the hallway trying to find out where Jack went. She heard his voice and followed the direction. Stopping in front of Jack’s room, she smiled seeing Race and Jack sitting on the bed beside one another. “Why didn’t you tell us you were bringing her home?”

“I was nervous . . . I’ve never brought someone home and I didn’t want to hype it up anymore than it needed to be.” Jack admitted. “But I realized it backfired. I’m sorry, Racer. Do you forgive me?”

A quick nod of the head, Race grinned, throwing an arm around Jack’s shoulder. “You mentioned she picked up Fluffy?”

“Without an ounce of hesitation, as if she’s held one her whole life.” Jack said, with a shake of his own head.

“I had a ball python growing up. Her name was Izzy.” Kat took that moment to interrupt the two by leaning against the door. “Hi Race, I’m Katherine. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He held out his hand for her to shake. She did with a grin. “I’m sorry about earlier . . . it just took me off guard.”

“No worries . . . I did tell your brother he should have told you all but he never listens.” She grinned.

Race’s eyes went wide at her comment. “He never listens . . . it’s one of his most annoying traits.”

“Oh, no. I’m going to regret introducing you two, aren’t I?” Jack said, looking between his brother and girlfriend.

Kat laughed. “I think Race and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Kids, dinner.” Medda yelled up the stairs as a stampede of feet hitting the stairs was heard.

Jack and Race’s eyes went wide as they made their way to the hallway. “First rule of the household, Kat, dinner waits for no one.”

She watched Race run down the stairs as her and Jack took their time. Lacing fingers with Jack, they made their way into the dining room. All Kat could think was it was organized chaos, with all the kids trying to find a spot around the table. Two chairs were left open on Medda’s left, as Jack dragged her in that direction. “We have assigned seats around the table to stop anything from even starting.”

“Quit making us sound like heathens, Jack.” Race called from across Kat with a wicked grin. “You make us sound like we can’t control ourselves.”

Jack raised an eyebrow in Race’s direction. “Need I remind you about the great spaghetti disaster of 2015?”

Various shouts of disdain came from around the table as Kat’s head went from Race’s outrageous face to Medda putting her face in her hands with a groan. “I thought we promised to never talk about that, ever again.”

Jack put his hands up innocently at Medda’s exclamation. “Sorry momma . . . hence why we have assigned seating around this table.”

And with that, spaghetti was scooped onto plates and conversation hushed as everyone began eating. Katherine ate with gusto while listening to everyone talk about their day. Henry ran an animated discussion about preschool dramatics while Smalls just shook her head at her brother. “Thought you were allowed to be around Avery after you put paint in her hair?”

Henry at least has the decency to look guilty. “Well . . . that was last week. Monday was a new week.”

“Wait . . .” Jack held up a hand, looking around the dining room table. “Henry James, you put paint in Avery’s hair?”

Henry grinned brightly at his older brother. “Well . . . she started it by putting playdough in my milk cup. I had to get her back somehow.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Kat watched Jack bite his lip to hold back the laughter that wanted to escape. “Well that wasn’t very nice.”

“Try having a conversation with his teacher about it.” Medda piped up, giving her youngest a look, while shooting a warning look to her oldest. “So how’s school going Jack?”

Taking a drink of water, Jack shrugged. “It’s going good. Finally got into the groove of classes and homework and balancing everything. I really like my art history class, the professor is really cool.”

“Sounds like a snoozer.” Albert piped up, giving his older brother a look.

“Of course you’d say that . . .” Romeo rolled his eyes at his older brother, before turning his attention to Jack. “Are you studying Monet or Rembrandt yet?”

Jack chuckled at Romeo’s dig at Albert before shaking his head. “Nah, we’re starting with Da Vinci but we’re going to be studying both of them.”

“Ugh . . . Da Vinci.” Romeo made a gagging noise which caused Kat to giggle at him. “Now talk to me when you’re studying Monet.”

“Alright nerds . . . moving on.” Race gave his brothers a look. “What is the plan for the weekend?”

Six eyes looked between Jack and Medda as Kat did the same. She was just along for the ride for the weekend. “Albert’s got a game tomorrow morning that I figured you’d want to go to Jack but other than that, there’s nothing planned.”

“I want to show Kat around a bit at some point but we can play that by ear.” Jack shrugged, looking at his girlfriend. “We can go to Al’s game . . . you know, Kat played soccer in high school.”

Albert’s eyes lit up at that. “What position did you play?”

“Center Midfielder.” She grinned. “My team went to state and lost in the final game in overtime, penalty kicks.”

Albert whistled slowly, shaking his head. “Tough break. I usually go outside after dinner to kick around in the backyard, if you want to join me.”

“I’d love to. Your brother doesn’t know how to kick a soccer ball properly.” She gave Jack a wicked grin before looking across the table at Albert. “He has absolutely no ball control.”

“You’re preaching to the choir.” Race pipped in, looking at Katherine. “There may have been several windows broken because someone has a left foot.”

Jack held up his hands in defense. “I didn’t realize the ball would go towards the house. I was aiming towards the field.”

“What are you even saying?” Kat gave him a look, shaking her head. “I don’t even know the words that are coming out of your mouth.”

Albert, Finch, Spot, Race, and Charlie all busted out laughing at Katherine’s bluntness. “Oh you’ve met your match, Jackie.”

Dinner quickly finished up, and before long the table was cleared before the family headed outside to enjoy the last few hours of the day. All the kids ran out into the big backyard while Jack and Medda hung out on the deck. “I’m so glad you’re home, Jack.”

“It’s good to be home momma. How have you been?” Jack looked over at the woman who had saved his life more times than he could count.

Medda reached out and patted his shoulder. “I’ve been good, busy with the kids, making sure they are all happy and have everything you need. It’s been an adjustment since you went back to school but it seems like we’ve got it all figured out now. But I won’t say that I haven’t missed you.”

“I have missed you too, momma.” Jack smiled. “And funny enough, I’ve even missed the zoo and the antics of everyone.”

She gave him a look. “Only you could call this place a zoo and live to tell the tale.”

“Oh momma, you love me so much more than the others. I’m your first born.” Jack grinned, knowing though Medda would deny it, it was true.

Medda watched Kat and Albert pass the ball back and forth between them. “Jack …. you know I love you all equally but I will say the house hasn’t been the same since you went back to college.”

“Is that a good thing or bad?” Jack asked, not really wanting to know the answer either way.

Medda chuckled. “I’ll let you figure that one out.”

Leaning back in the lounge chair, Jack watched his siblings and friends run around the yard. A game of chase had begun while Kat and Albert continued to kick the ball back and forth, dodging hitting anyone in the process. It was good to be home.

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #writing #more hearts than mine newsies #medda larkin #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #meeting the family #jack kelly #katherine plumber

[canonicallysoulmates]

Jensen was, once again, on Rosenbaum’s podcast; he had been on it last year it was a really good interview if you haven’t heard it I highly recommend it I also recommend checking out this new/more recent appearance it’s up for free on youtube I’ll leave a link at the end of this post in case you wanna check it out. I will say they don’t talk about the content of the final two episodes - this came out today (edit: yesterday, Sep 8th, since i’m posting after 12am) but the interview happened when the boys were starting their Canada quarantine -  so if you’re looking for info regarding the final episodes of the show you’re not gonna find it here, however, just like with the first time he was in the podcast, if you wanna hear two people who have known each other for a while talk then check it out. This was a bit more structured imo than the first time he was on the podcast. 

I, personally, am glad Jensen was on the podcast again because I really enjoyed his first appearance in it and I like Rosenbaum’s more laid back interview that’s more like a conversation style I think he gets people to open up more than they usually would in a more formal interview. 

There were some things that stood out to me so this is going to be a semi-recap type opinion post. Also, for the sake of convenience, from henceforth Michael Rosenbaum will be referred to as MR. 

- Even before the interview starts there’s something I loved and it’s MR saying/stating that j2 are the leads of the show, thank you MR for knowing what so many in this fandom fail to ❤ 

- Jensen spend a good chunk of this interview being fond over Jared and making them sound super married, and it started right at the beginning around 4 minutes in when after mentioning that some changes have been done to the final two epi scripts and that there were some things they could no longer do due to covid, MR - for some reason....(do you know something rosenbaum 👀😂) - goes “like you and jared can’t make out” and Jensen without missing a beat replies that corona or no corona he and Jared are making out...😏

- After some, actually pretty cool talk about how things are currently working bts and such, Jensen, once again, talks about Jared. MR and him were having a conversation about some changes that have been made for filming due to covid including the longer lunch breaks which turned the conversation on to food on set and MR asked if there was some go-to that catering knew to make for him like when he arrived on set in the morning so of course Jensen replied by talking about what Jared usually has for breakfast on set which is a breakfast burrito and he couldn’t resist mentioning the fact that Jared and him bicker about it because Jared likes to say he doesn’t eat breakfast to which Jensen points out the burrito and Jared insists that it doesn’t count- they sound so married I can’t fucking deal. Also, I love Jensen’s...fond laugh when he mentions that he and Jared get into “arguments” about it, he’s so soft for his boy 🥰  When he does get around to answering the question of what he usually gets he once again brings up the burrito, he says he usually gets breakfast on his way to work, a coffee and a simple, breakfast sandwich...so when he goes to the studio he won’t be tempted to go to catering and order a giant breakfast burrito. I wonder how many times they’ve argued over that damn burrito 😂

- MR asked Jensen if, after 15 years, he and Jared have their ups and downs and annoy the shit out of each other or if they’re like ‘I love him’ all the time. Jensen replied that over 15yrs there are moments when he’s like ‘I don’t need to see him right now’ but that for the most part the majority of the time “they’re buddies hanging out”

- One of the most interesting parts comes after MR asks who has the shortest fuse on set. And, Jensen, unsurprisingly to me, replies that it’s Jared who has the short fuse. I say unsurprisingly because while we as a fandom have gotten used to seeing Jared being silly, kind, sweet and caring to the point where some think of him as completely helpless, he can actually be very serious and professional, and I’ve always been of the thought that he is sweet up to a point reach that point and you’ll be in trouble. So, I wasn’t surprised to hear Jensen say Jared is the one with the short fuse, I also wasn’t surprised by him say that he likes to light Jared’s fuse, or that he knows how to get under Jared’s skin. 

Jensen also said that his and Jared’s frustrations tend to line up, so if something isn’t working or frustrating he’ll quickly bring it up to Jared or Jared will quickly bring it up to him; he also knows how depending on the severity whether Jared will get wound up and heads will roll or whether he’ll be able to diffuse the situation. That’s...a lot to unpack. Him saying that if something ain’t working or is frustrating they’ll quickly bring it up to one another makes me think of all the times they’ve said that they made each other a promise back in s1 to never let things escalate between them to the point it did when they had that big fight back then, it’s kind of in the same line but like because of him saying depending on the severity and if heads will roll it also sounds like he’s referring to maybe problems with a crew members or something maybe someone stepping out of line (which actually later on he does say they have had some situations over the years where new people will come in like guards and not treat their crew member the right way) and like just them having each others backs at work and protecting each other. Also, I think it says a lot about how well Jensen knows Jared that he knows whether Jared is going to snap about something or if he’ll able to calm him down. And it sounds like he’s the one in charge of cooling Jared down if something does happen that winds him up. 

He also said the few times that he has snapped Jared tends to be behind him ready to help with the insults if need be in others words Jared has his back. 

He also mentioned that there have been situations where they’ve had new people come in and not treat other crew members well so he and Jared have had to step in and let that person know the behavior that is expected of them, that makes me respect them even more like it’s no surprise spn truly is their show and for years guest stars have praised them specifically, for the environment that they have created and maintained on set- the way Jensen puts it is that they have had to put their producer hats on that they don’t actually own, I’ll forever be bitter that they never got a seat at the writer’s/producers table because they fucking deserve producer credits for this show with all the work they put into it that goes beyond acting in it. [timestamp]

- MR pretending to be Jensen: “you know Daneel- your wife”. I don’t know why this made me loose my shit, there’s just something hilarious about MR bringing up D and pointing out to Jensen that he’s talking about his wife as if Jensen had forgotten who he was married too 😂 (although considering how many times Jensen said Jared’s name and the whole making out thing I can’t blame MR for thinking Jensen had forgotten, silly rosenbaum he didn’t forget that’s why he kept talking about jared 😜)

- Jensen gave a cool funfact! Originally, the production wanted to get Bruce Campbell to play present-day John, back in s1, since JDM wasn’t that much older than the boys but for some reason or the other they weren’t able to get him so they decided instead to gray up JDM a bit and have him play an older version of himself! I wish Bruce Campbell would have appeared on the show because that would have been awesome but I’m glad they kept JDM playing John, I can’t imagine anybody else bringing that character to life. 

- Another interesting moment- or I guess not really interesting just something that stood out to me is that when MR asked if it had been hard to isolate and quarantine with D and the kids for 5 months Jensen said that it had been hard but he and D had a solid partnership, friendship, relationship....instead of just saying marriage. Which encompasses those three words. He went with three words that could be used to describe a relationship with a romantic partner, or just a friend which actually- it sounded less like he was talking about his wife and more about a friend who he’s raising his kids with. 

- They talked a little bit about Jensen’s album with MR even playing a bit of it and praising Jensen for his voice 🥰

- At the end Jensen opens up a bit about his mental health and how quarantine affected it and while he doesn’t go into detail he does say his kids kept him from falling into a depression and that there were days where he found himself lost. 

I am going to sound like a little bit of a *censored* because while he was talking about this at one point he mentions how his kids give him purpose and push him to find something to do and he starts listing things and one of them is making the kids dinner, setting them up with a movie then having a date in the kitchen with his wife which got a snort out of me because a couple months ago he did the How Are You Today interview and said he and D hadn’t gone on a date in months and yes, you could make the argument that he meant gone out as in to a restaurant but it sounded like he meant in general so when he brought that as an example of something he could do I just went *snort* yeah right. That being said, I think he brought that up more as an example than anything else but it did make me go ‘sure jan’. 

That moment aside, I think this might be the first time I’ve seen him open up about his mental health and struggles he might be having with it, I’m proud of him for talking about it even though it does seem like a topic he doesn’t feel fully comfortable sharing with the public which is completely valid.

Jensen on Inside of You with Michael Rosenbaum September 8th 2020

#j2 tinhat #jensen related #mine #jenneel critical #just cause i make some slightly bitchy comments #this too me way longer too type up than I thought it would #i'm exhausted and it's almost 4am my ass is going to bed

[lizacstuff]

Edser / Sen Cal Kapimi ep 30+ asks

(Asks under the cut)

@jan31 Hi Liza, in the fragman Selin was in a white dress, was it a wedding dress?

Hello! I don’t think so. I think that’s what she was going to wear to the dinner she’d planned for the four of them (from the fragman, Eda, Serkan, Deniz and herself) but BOOM goes the MELO. Thank you Melo, lock that witch away so Serkan and Eda are not haunted by her evil presence, and can maybe spend some time together. 

Though, you know, I wouldn’t mind if it was a wedding dress. We know Serkan ain’t gonna marry her, so if they go so far as to put her in a dress, then we’re on the precipice of her humiliation and departure which can’t come too soon for me. 

jan31 Hi Liza. Please can you explain to me the fireside scene. It was so beautiful, emotional and just what we needed. Were the lights going out representing his sub conscious and the darkness he feels, reaching out for Eda instinctively without realising why. And the lights coming on was the reality that he did not remember anything. Or am I completely going in the wrong direction? Oh and the music gets me every time 😢😢

That scene fired on all cylinders!! I definitely think you’re on to something thinking the lights coming on represented the reality of him still not having any memories back. I think the whole scene was Serkan trying to reconcile this one flash of memory that has been playing in his mind like a movie. He was re-enacting what he saw in his mind, trying to figure out if it was a real memory and if the real memory was about Eda.   

I really liked that it was Serkan who asked if they can talk without arguing. Being the calm, rational one is his role in their relationship, how many times have we heard him say “sakin” so it was comforting to see him taking those reigns for a few moments. Also for him to realize that almost all their exchanges had been heightened and fraught with explosive emotions and wanting to talk to her without that. 

Both Eda and Serkan with their eyes filled, brimming with tears really got to me. Serkan not really understanding as his heart took over and tried to make sense of what his confused mind couldn’t. Eda’s complete heartbreak when he still didn’t remember anything. However, though, she might not know it, he certainly felt something.

He’s already so drawn to her and he can’t compute why that is... why he fell in love with her during the time he can’t remember, but he’s slowly starting to see how it could have happened. This was an important scene for bridging that gap between them. So freaking beautiful, one of the best acted scenes of the entire series, and the scene that made this episode worthwhile. 

Anonymous said: if that scene in front of the fireplace made me so emotional and it was just him trying to remember.. trying to recreate that one moment he was flashbacks of... i cant imagine what the actual scene of him remembering will do to me. both their acting in that scene was something else.

Hande and Kerem were both absolutely fantastic in that scene. Really stellar. Their chemistry never disappoints, but here they were both right in the moment, very raw, very real. I’m impressed with the emotional range they both showed, kudos to both. If nothing else this story is giving them a lot to chew on as actors.

Anonymous said:  memory loss doesn't bother me that much if we can have beautiful scenes like the fireplace one. but the main couple is separated again, dating/fake dating other people and they don't have scenes enough to fall in love again

Well they made huge strides in two episodes. From Serkan not willing to even contemplate remembering her, to him sitting down and asking her to tell him a memory of their relationship and saying he wants to know about her and their love. And them having an absolutely beautiful, emotional, heartbreaking moment together. 

Serkan made other leaps as well. He went from wanting Eda out of the business to admitting she had talent and freaking out that she was planning to take a vacation. He was already coming up with every excuse to keep her in town and working. They argued as they did in early days, he had moments that obviously hit him as familiar (”I hate you Serkan Bolat.” “The feeling is mutual, lady.”) plus lemons and crusts. 

Don’t you worry, he’s already falling in love with her again. 

However, I wouldn’t judge what they’re planning too much by this episode. It felt like a transition episode and was pretty unevenly paced. Perhaps the claims of rewrites on this chapter had some truth to them. Because the last 4 episodes were pretty well written, narratively solid, and well paced, and this one was not. It was boring and everything not directly related to a scene where Eda and Serkan were alone was lackluster. 

Also I feel like some things were changed and perhaps removed to make allowances for Hande’s injury. She had a strained neck and was in a brace for almost the entirety of the filming of this episode. For instance, I’m pretty sure they did fewer takes with her in several scenes. Specifically you can tell in the scene where Serkan picks her up and carries her back.

We go no full wide angle shot from the front of him carrying her to match with the scene in episode 5. I’m sure they wanted that, but I’m guessing they really had to limit the takes of him picking her up so they couldn’t do multiple camera set ups.  The still photographer on set was able to capture it from the front, it’s a shame they couldn’t get the full hero shot for the show, but poor thing was injured and these things happen when you shoot on such tight timelines. 

So some of the lack of Edser could have been scenes that were shortened, cut, and amended due to that injury. And others could have been changes in the script perhaps as they figure out if they’re getting another ep order from Fox. 

Anonymous said: idk what they’re doing with Ceren but I really need them to keep Deniz as a genuinely good friend. He’s perfect and I don’t want them to make him sketch. Not sure if you’ve seen OTH but that’s the only other show I’ve seen with a great male-female friendship. Other parts of the show are messy to me right now but I’ve been loving this.

I guess my opinion would be unpopular with you, but I am not as enamored with Deniz as others seem to be.  Dude was putting a LOT of pressure on Eda to move on and forget Serkan. Serkan has been back approximately 3 days! HE ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND HAS AMNESIA. Can the woman have a chance to catch her breath and assess the situation, before her “good friend” is pressuring her every which way to forget him??  And planning romantic getaways under the guise of friendship? That’s not being a friend, that’s being an opportunist, looking for his chance to slide in there. 

So, yeah, I’m not as impressed as most seem to be with Deniz. He made me uncomfortable with that. I hope it was not a harbinger of things to come. 

As for OTH, I haven't really watched, but its a fav or my bud @echoapothecary so she might be willing to discuss that show.

Anonymous said: Any chance they decide to throw Melo and Ferit together? I don't care about any of the other side romances going on but these two still have their rights in my book in regards to Edser and they seem like genuinely people?

Let’s do it, baby! I’m on board They both are genuinely good people, and I’m with you, I don’t care about any of the side romances at the moment. Piril and Engin put me to sleep this episode. 

Ferit certainly deserves better than psycho Selin, but he also deserves better than petulant Ceren. And while her behavior escalated to WTF levels this ep, she’s always leaned a little this way. I think it was episode 18 (because the girls were in the library before Serkan finds Eda there) that Ceren was furious at Ferit all episode and I honest to goodness had no clue why or what he did. 

Anonymous said: at first sçk was about women supporting women and we have one best friend turning against the other FOR A MAN. I'm so disappointed the writers are destroying characters one by one.

No this show has always been about the love story between Eda and Serkan, but it did have some nice female relationships as well. Can I tell you a secret? While I really like the girls dynamic, and hope they don’t destroy Ceren and Eda’s friendship, I really only care about 2 characters, and that’s Eda and Serkan.

So while I get your concern, and Ceren acted OUT OF HER DAMN MIND this episode, if she needs to be a casualty to keep things moving, so be it.  I mean I reserve the right to roll my eyes over it, but I’m not going to get too worked up about it. From the beginning Eda and Serkan were the only two characters that matter and they still are. 

Anonymous said: I'm kinda concerned that they're actually going to say the next episode takes place on Valentines Day because this would be the biggest timeline error yet. I know we've already been suspending belief here after they touched on New Years so quickly but umm, yeah....

I think you have to just give over to the timeline on this show and not do any math or calculations. We already had July to December take approximately 2 months in straight linear storytelling, LMAO.  

Also, if it is valentine’s day and that’s going to be their excuse to give us some actual romance, then I will take it, no complaints. To me that’s one of the easiest things not to be concerned about, because its never going to make sense. I’ll take the holiday themed episodes over strict adherence to the calendar any day. 

#Sen Çal Kapımı #sen cal Kapimi #edser #sckask #sck episode discussion #edser discussion #asklizac #sck 1x30 #anonymous

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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud.  He knew there would be trails.  He knew trouble would come his way.  Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant.  What he didn’t know.  Didn’t expect.  Was that literal Chaos would come his way.  That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble.  Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers.  For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 74

Teris awoke to one of the loudest claps of thunder she had ever heard. Sitting up in bed, hand to her racing heart, she looked out the window expecting to see darkened skies.  Instead everything was calm and sunny.  Quickly getting dressed, she headed downstairs.  Yami and Tobin had been out on another mission when she had returned to base shortly before lights out last night.  But Venice had told her the two were expected back sometime today.

Before heading to the dining hall, Teris poked her head outside the front entrance, looking again at the skies.  Finding that direction clear and unclouded as well, she shrugged pulling her head back in and closed the door.  Turning she jumped, startled by Iban’s presence.

“Damn it, Iban!  You need to wear a bell or something.”  Teris cursed, stepping around him.

Iban watched her, impressed at how quickly her system had recovered from the surprise.  Her hammering heart already almost returned to normal in its rhythm.  Opening the door he exited without word, fully believing Yami when the man said he would harm him if he didn’t keep his distance from Teris.

Shaking off the weird encounter, Teris headed to the dining hall.

“I swore I heard thunder.”  Teris commented as she served.

“You did.  And you can expect much more of it.”  Olsen said.

Teris sat down at the table.  “The skies to the north and south were clear.”

“The Vice Captain's are practicing.”  Olsen explained.

“For?” Teris asked, looking to him.

“Seems there’s to be a changing of the guard for the Purple Orcas.” Olsen said.

Teris’ brows rose at that.  “Heath is leaving?”

“What’s this?”  Bran asked, eyes clearing as he looked up.

“Whenever a Captain retires the Captains and Vice Captain's battle it out in a set of two challenges.”  Olsen explained.  “It’s a sort of going away fun time celebration, preparedness, and hazing all rolled into one.  The first battle in which four of the nine Captain's go against all of the Vice Captain's is timed.  The second isn’t timed, and usually ends up being Captain against their own Vice Captain as all the Captain's participate.  While the first battle the Vice Captain's have to subdue a Captain before time runs out the second challenge is left to a win, call, or draw for each of the Vice Captain's.”  Olsen grinned.  “Most of the Vice Captain's end up calling or drawing but if the Vice Captain meant to be taking over the squad doesn’t come out with a win or a draw--”

“They don’t become Captain?”  Bran asked.

“No.” Olsen said.  “They’ll still become Captain.  Usually.  But it will likely be hard going for them.  Especially among the other Captain's.”

“I don’t know much about Whilf.  Do you?”  Teris asked Olsen, wondering what kind of Captain the Purple Orcas Vice Captain would make.

“You’re the one with a friend in the Purple Orcas.  I was hoping you could tell me.”  Olsen said.

Teris shrugged.  “Zara hasn’t mentioned him.  Then again, he never mentioned Heath leaving.  And I just saw him at the Decoration Ceremony a couple days ago.”

“How was that by the way?”  Olsen asked.  “Nozel loving it as much as you hated it?  Everyone bowing and scraping before him.”

“I didn’t hate it.”  Teris said.

“You finally turning into a proper royal on us?”  Olsen teased.

“No.” Teris huffed.  “But thanks to a friend I got a new outlook on that sort of stuff.  As for Nozel.  I don’t think he enjoyed any of it. Not personally at least.  He didn’t want to be an acting Captain in the first place.  His Majesty set him with a task and though I’m sure he was pleased and proud to have achieved it after a fashion, I don’t think he thought he deserved the Golden Clover Medal of Honor.”

“I never would have expected that.”  Olsen said.

“I didn’t either.  It—he surprised me.  In more ways than one.” Teris smiled at the memory of yesterday.

Olsen's eyes narrowed.  “What’s this?  With your face.”

“I can smile.”

“You certainly can and often do.”  Olsen agreed.  “But never when you’re speaking about Nozel Silva.”

“He surprised me with a really pleasant birthday gift yesterday is all.” Teris said, unable to stop smiling despite her efforts.

“I hope you didn’t let on how much you liked it.”  Olsen said, feeling protective of her on Yami’s behalf.

“Stop it.”  Teris snipped.  “All of that has been made painfully and uncomfortably clear on both our parts.  Nozel and I have moved past his feelings.”

Olsen gave her a dubious look.  “Has he really?”

“We can still be friends.”  Teris said.  “Our friendship is more important than any hurt feelings he may have about Yami and I being together.”

“Especially when he thinks you are going to do as you’re told and marry him.” Olsen put in.

“Stop it.”  Teris got up leaving her plate untouched.  “I’m not talking to you about this.  Where is everyone anyway?”

“Out at the training field watching the show of course.”  Olsen answered watching her.  He may have over stepped his bounds a bit.  But with no one else here to remind her what guys were really like he had felt it his responsibility for both her and Yami’s sake.

74.2

Fuegoleon and Randall stood together watching their Vice Captain.

Quince pointed at the royal Vermillion.  “No telling your sister of our plans.”

“Of course not.”  Fuegoleon called back, grinning.  “You’ll need all the help you can get to best a team that has Mereoleona Vermillion on it.”

Bronn rolled his eyes.  “I’ll subdue that Lioness quicker than her mouth can shoot off.”

“Oui!” Quince snapped.  “That’s my Captain you’re talking about.”

“Remember your loyalties here.”  Bronn snapped back.  “Stupid Crimson Lions.  Next thing you know Quince will go apologizing we’ve knocked the Lioness on her ass and turn on us, trying to back her up.”

“I’m more worried about Julius.”  Kess, Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles, said.  She cast Julius’ Vice Captain a look, blushing slightly when Jon’s dark eyes met hers.

“I think everyone’s worried about Julius.”  Bronn said.

Jaynee, Vice Captain of the Blue Rose and Captain Jamie’s sister, began arguing with Tryn, Jamie’s Vice Captain.

Bronn sighed and shook his head.  “What we should be worrying about is if we’ll kill each other before we even make it to the day of the challenge.”

Teris came up beside Venice who was standing in the front row of the spectators circle.  “I had wondered if you had been put on another mission.”

“Thankfully things are beginning to calm.  Though I doubt we’re at the point of slacking off and letting you and Yami handle it all for us again.” Venice teased.

“Good luck with that once Bronn retires and we become Vice Captains.” Teris warned, playfully.

“I don’t know if it’s because the Vice Captain's are practicing on our sparring field and he feels responsible or what, but he’s pretty much been the one keeping them from imploding.”  Venice remarked, watching the Vice Captain’s.

“Who? Bronn?”  Teris asked in disbelief.

Venice nodded.  She glanced at Teris.  “I was kind of afraid to ask last night.  But how was your birthday?  Not one of the worst to date I hope.”

“One of the best, if not the best, to date.  At least I would hope.” Fuegoleon smiled, joining them.

Teris looked at the Crimson Lion, returning his smile.  “Leon’s right.” She told Venice.  “Yesterday was actually pretty great.”

“Pretty great?  You had a grin the entire time that I don’t think the healers would’ve been able to remove.”  Fuegoleon said, glad Nozel had come up with the idea and had convinced Lord Silva into allowing the excursion.

Venice looked at the two royals.  Happy as she was that her friend had had a good birthday, she wasn’t overly pleased the good time had been while in the company of Nozel Silva.  Fuegoleon, she didn’t mind so much.  The Vermillion wasn’t all that bad once you got to know him. Nozel on the other hand.  The Silva was the type of person Venice would’ve hated even if he had no connection to Teris.

“Why? What happened?”  Venice questioned.

Looking back at her friend, Teris told.  “There’s a water, ice, and sand sculpture contest in Racine every year.  I’ve always wanted to go, but it’s held October first through the third.  So I’ve never been able to.  Nozel somehow convinced his father to forgo the usual itinerary for my birthday and allow us to attend.”

“It was a simple matter really.”  Nozel said, joining from behind, having just arrived to view the spectacle that was all the Vice Captain’s training together.  “With all the royal fanfare the day before your birthday it was easy enough to convince him.”  He smiled at Teris.  “I’m glad you enjoyed your day.  After seeing you that happy I was disappointed I hadn’t thought to try and convince my father sooner.”

Fuegoleon fought against rolling his eyes.  As glad as he was Teris was so grateful and pleased with Nozel for his efforts, he couldn’t help but think Nozel was pressing the matter a bit over much.  At least Teris didn’t suspect anything.  The surprise event in Racine apparently enough to either explain away or make her forget about Nozel overreacting and dragging her into a private room.

Teris smiled at Nozel.  As much as she wanted to forget about his affection for her and preferred to think that Nozel had already moved on, she was always mindful with her ways and words around him just in case. “Thanks again.”  She glanced at the Vice Captain's.  “I wonder if Quince’s compass magic could somehow negate, or at least redirect, Julius’ time magic.”

“What was that Black Sheep?”  Bronn asked from several paces away.

“Yet when you’re standing right beside me and I directly ask you something you don’t hear.”  Teris complained to her Vice Captain.

“I hear what I want when I want.  Deal.  Now get over here.”  Bronn ordered.

“What are you doing?”  Jaynee asked.

Bronn gestured to Teris.  “She has an idea how to combat Julius.  Unlike Jon who’s either too dumb or too loyal to give away his Captain’s weaknesses.”

Teris shook her head.  “No I don’t.”

Bronn snapped his fingers at her and pointed to the ground in front of him.

“What does some girl know that we don’t?”  Whilf asked.

Bronn shook his head in disappointed disgust.  “And they’re thinking of making you a Captain?  Well this one’s gonna be a Vice Captain soon enough.”  He gestured to Teris.  Looking over his shoulder, he told his follow Vice Captain's.  “Oh, and in case anyone wasn’t aware. It takes two to replace me.”

Quince and Jon chuckled.

“Step to it Black Sheep.  We don’t got all day.”  Bronn said.

“Actually, we do.”  Kess said.

“Not to wait on her.”  Bronn snapped.

Wishing she could disappear, Teris stood in front of Bronn on the Black Bulls training field.  Everyone, from the Vice Captain's to the spectators were watching her.

Bronn crossed his arms and looked down at her.  “Now, how do we beat that pesky brother of yours again?”

74.3

Yami and Tobin both hated flying by broom.  So with their mission completed they decided to walk.  It meant they’d get back to base by late evening instead of early morning but Tobin hadn’t much cared.  What somewhat bugged him was Yami hadn’t seemed to care either.

They had just passed the small village of Rimrock and were turning onto the smaller dirt road that led to the Black Bulls base when Tobin finally got the nerve to ask.  “Everything alright with you and Teris?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”  Yami tossed back.

“Don’t know.  Just don’t see why you chose not to fly when Teris was suppose to get back last night and is probably waiting to see you.” Tobin said.

“Cause I hate to fly by broom.”  Yami said.

“So no other reason then?”  Tobin asked, looking at his friend.

“No. Now get out of my face.”  Yami rumbled, giving Tobin a shoved creating more space between them as they walked.

“I was just concerned was all.”  Tobin said, righting his steps.

“Things are fine.”  Yami assured.  “We just need to slow things down a bit.”

At that Tobin gave a hearty laugh.  Turning serious, he told.  “You’re lucky.”

Yami’s eyes slid back to his friend.  “Why’s that?”

“Teris is still shy and innocent.  Venice is far from that.  That woman will toy with me.  Get me riled up just enough.”

“You two haven’t...”  Yami left the rest unsaid simply because he wouldn’t like Tobin asking so directly.

Tobin shook his head.  “Not for lack of trying on my part.  She wants to wait a bit.  Though who knows why or how long.  It’s not like with you and Teris.  Venice is no blushing virgin wanting to wait till marriage.”

Yami raised a censuring brow.  “And because of that you figured she would just accept?”

“No! Not at all.  Still, I didn’t think she’d make me wait this long or tease and tempt me as she does.”

“You do realize who you’re with, right?”  Yami questioned,  Even he knew Teris’ friend well enough to know Venice was the type to toy and tease.

“Yeah, yeah.”  Tobin tried to shove Yami.

Yami halted a step, easily dodging the attempt.

“I know the way she is.”  Tobin went on.  “It’s my own damn fault for loving her.  All I’m saying, is as difficult as you think you have it you don’t know difficult.  Not with that stuff.  Be grateful for your girls innocence and don’t do anything to take it from her too soon.  Especially if you’re planning on waiting till you wed.”

“Don’t give unasked advice.”  Yami grumbled, humored temper turning.  He didn’t mind when he was the topic of so called guy talk; but once Teris was brought into it, it was a completely different matter.

There was a concussive boom from ahead, followed by a rain of soil.  Yami was meters ahead before Tobin began following.  As Yami got closer he heard voices.  A lot of voices.  But it didn’t sound like fighting. He had been a part of enough battles to know what those sounded like.  Also, the many Ki’s he sensed weren’t the same as what would come from a mass battle.  Yami slowed.

Tobin reached him.  “What?”

“It’s not an attack.”  Yami said.

“Then--”

Another boom sounded.

“The training field.”  Yami said, tracking the sound.

“This late?”  Tobin questioned.  It was then that he heard the crowd.

The two made their way up the path and came across a group of excited Magic Knights walking away from the training yard.

Recognizing one of the Magic Knights, Tobin called.  “Oui.  Dmitri.  What’s going on?”

“The Vice Captain's training has turned into an open challenge.”  The Coral Peacock answered.

Yami and Tobin looked at each other wondering what they had missed in the two days they’d been gone.

Entering the training field that was still overly large from the combination of Yami and Teris’ magic three years ago, Tobin looked around in amazement.  The area had a festival-like atmosphere.  There were people from the village selling food and drink.  Tobin noted Yami moving to one such person and buying an ale.

“What?” Yami asked, seeing Tobin looking at him.  “I’m thirsty.”

Tobin shook his head and went to find Venice.

Yami sniffed and followed his nose, buying something to eat as well. Sensing Teris’ mana Yami knew exactly where she was in the field but decided to let her come to him rather than seek her out.  It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her.  After three days away from her, he was chopping at the bit to see and hold her.  But in leaving Teris falling over and wanting in an effort to heighten her desire and make her comfortable after what happened in the Diamond Kingdom, Yami had discovered just how much he enjoyed being pursued by her.  Though he hadn’t told Tobin as much, that was why he had been fine walking home.  To leave Teris wanting and waiting.  To heighten her desire and excitement of seeing him.

Yami stepped up to watch the fight and found himself standing beside William Vangeance.

“I’ve always wanted to see the Azure Deers Vice Captain go up against Lady Neyres.”  William said.  “Dragon and Wolf.  Fire and ice.  It’s almost as opposite yet similar as your and Teris’ dark and light magic.”

“Hardly.” Yami said, taking in the combatants.  He figured Venice’s ex could easily best the Silver Eagle girl due to his greater experience and power.  Not to mention that Jon had Julius as a Captain.  As kind as Julius was, he was an exacting teacher, as both he and William could attest.

Looking around the ring of spectators, Yami saw someone with Fuegoleon and Randall.  The Purple Orca appeared older than the Crimson Lions but the three seemed friendly enough.

Pointing the man out, Yami asked.  “Who’s that?”

“That’s Lord Julius and Lady Teris’ Purple Orcas friend.”  William told.

Yami looked the man over with a bit more interest.  “Don’t know him.”

“Apparently Zara Ideale managed to make three more high ranking friends while teamed together on their mission during the Nine Day War.”  William said, watching the trio across the field.

“That’s the fourth member of the Ball of Pride’s squad?”  Yami said more to himself.  The Purple Orca certainly wasn’t a royal or noble. Which peaked his interest all the more.  Sensing Teris behind him, Yami smiled.  “Hello, Ikigai.  Took you long enough.”

Teris didn’t need to see Yami’s face she know he was smiling.  Four days might not have been long; but when it came to not seeing Yami, it felt like forever.  Her eyes hungerly raked over his muscular back.  Taking in his thick thighs and fine ass.  It was a struggle not to touch him but the bustling crowd and Julius’ rules about open affection rang in her ears, staying her hand.

“I told you if you’re not going to tell me what that word means to stop call me it.”  Teris lightly scolded.  When Yami didn’t turn, her small smile faded.  “I would’ve thought you’d find me to tell me you’re back.”

“Wanted to see how long it took you to sense and come find me.”  Yami teased, eyes on the match even though every other sense was focused on her.

So that’s how he was playing it, Teris thought.  Well two could play at that game.  She turned to leave.  Yami dropped his food and turned.  Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist.  He managed to stop short of pulling her to him, feeling several eyes watching them.

Growling, he slowly let go of her wrist.  Mana, he hated that he couldn’t openly do as he wanted with her.  But with Lord Silva sending another gang to try and kill him Jax had thrown his full support behind Julius’ decreed.  The two Captain's adamant about his and Teris’ so called public appearance.  As much as Yami hated it, he had to admit they had a point.  Even if he didn’t see what good it would do now.  It all seemed a little too late to him.  He couldn’t see how Nathyn Silva would stop sending hired gangs and forget about him simply because he wasn’t physically affectionate with Teris where someone might see and word get back to him.

“Stay. Please.”  Yami said, trusting his eyes to get across the message of how much he missed, and wanted to hold and kiss her.

William smirked, watching the scene out of the corner of his eye.  Asking her about the Summer Solstice, an all too familiar voice echoed in his head.  Not now, William thought back.

Teris looked Yami over, tamping down the urge to grasp him and pull him down for a kiss.  Eyes shifting away from him, she cleared her throat.  “You dropped your food.”  Looking over her shoulder she gestured to a passing girl.

“Yes, Miss?”  The girl asked, bounding up to her.

Teris pointed at the food on the ground.  “Three more like those and a mead, please.”  She handed the girl a silver coin.

The girls eyes lit up.  “Right away, Miss.”

Teris smiled after the child.

“You’re too generous.”  Yami told, having seen the glint of silver in the torchlight.

“How was your mission?”  Teris asked.

Yami took a quaff of his drink thinking he should’ve added an ale to Teris’ order, or possibly two.  The coin she’d given the girl would've covered it and more.

“Went well enough.”  Yami answered.  He looked her over and grinned. “Good to be back.  Even better having you back where you belong.”

Teris smiled shyly.

“Here she is.”  The girl said, returning with a boy of maybe seventeen who carried the drink and one of the orders of food.

The boys eyes widened at the sight of Teris.  To the girl he whispered in a hiss.  “That’s Lady Nova.”

“She’s nice.”  The girl said, cheerily.

The boy gave a clumsy bow.  “Forgive my sister, my Lady, she--”

“Did nothing wrong.”  Teris finished, smiling down at the girl.

The boy gave her a nervous smile a slight color flooding his cheeks.

Yami smirked at the lad, the boys Ki telling him that he found Teris attractive.

“I’ll take those.”  Teris said, holding her hands out to the lad.

Yami chuckled seeing how flustered the kid got handing over the mead and food.  The boy’s neck and face turning beet red when Teris’ hand brushed his during the transfer of goods.

Teris looked at the girl.  “And you can give one to each of these gentlemen.”  She gestured to Yami and William.

William turned his head, though his eyes had been watching the entire time. “Me?”

“Unless you don’t want it.”  Teris said.

William smiled at the Nova’s generosity.  Accepting the offered food from the girl, he told Teris.  “Thank you.”

“That coin she gave you can cover another ale.”  Yami told the boy, taking the food from the girl.

The boy nodded and dashed off.

“Making me pay for your drink?”  Teris teased, brow raised.

“You already paid, I’m just seeing you get a bit more out of it.” Yami said.

“And how is another ale for you getting me anything?”  Teris played, stepping between him and William to watch the match.

“Cause it makes me happy and you like it when I’m happy.”  Yami said, feet shuffling to the left till his arm brushed hers.  He looked her over glad his hands were once again full otherwise the temptation to grab and kiss her would’ve been impossible to resist.

Yami looked across Teris at William to see him watched them with interest. The two men's eyes met and held a moment before William’s bright smiling eyes flicked away.  Yami turned back looking across the field to find and focus on Zara.

“So that’s your Purple Orca friend.”  Yami commented, jutting his chin in the man’s direction.

Teris followed his gaze.  “Zara.  Yeah.”  She huffed seeing Randall speaking to him.  Remembering how the Crimson Lion had all but ignored the Purple Orca after the Decoration Ceremony at the Kings Castle, she said.  “Glad to see Randall finally seems to remember he knows Zara.”

Having attended the past two day events at the Kings Castle that celebrated the end of the Nine Day War, William asked.  “Can you blame him? Randall could hardly converse so readily with a peasant when among his peers.”

“I did.”  Teris challenged.

“As a member of the oldest royal family, you can speak to whom ever you wish with little condemnation.”  William said.  He chose not to add that as the Intended of Nozel Silva, the heir to the second family of the kingdom, she could converse with whom ever she pleased without fear of lowering her status.

Teris scoffed, recalling the censuring looks Nozel and his father cast her way when she had conversed with Zara after the Decoration Ceremony.

“I could name a number of people who don’t agree with you there.” Teris told, looking at William out of the corner of her eye.

The boy returned with Yami’s ale.  Yami downed the one he had and held the mug out to trade for the full one, only the kid was too busy making eyes at Teris.

“Can I get you anything else, Lady Nova?”  The boy asked, softly.

Too softly apparently, because Teris who hadn’t noticed his appearance, kept her back turned to him.  The boy looked her over and stared at her butt.

Yami’s eyes narrowed.  He thrusted the empty tankard into the kids chest, hard enough to send him back a couple steps.

The boy turned his gaze to Yami who snatched his drink out of the kids hand.

Staring down at the boy, Yami commanded.  “Go away.”

The boy sprinted off.

Yami watched the kid with an amused huff.  Turning back around he asked Teris.  “How was the ceremony?”

“You mean, did I behave myself?”  Teris asked, eyes sliding to him.

Yami smirked at her.  “You said it, not I.”

“Lady Teris was most genteel.”  William offered.  The feelings of his hidden friend melded and infected his having him go on.  “Well, except for when Nozel dragged you away.”  He looked at Teris. “Though I’m sure it’s difficult to appear elegant when being pulled behind someone.  You were alone in that room together for quite some time.  I hope whatever Nozel wanted of you turned out alright.”

Teris glared at the masked noble.  The hair on the back of her neck prickled feeling Yami’s eyes bore into her.  There was no doubt in her mind that William said what he did on purpose.  The way his blue eyes danced behind his mask made her want to rip it off.  What was he hiding anyway?

“I suppose it did.”  William went on.  He felt guilty, but not enough to stop.  “You arrived on his arm for the dinner and danced not once but three times with him at the ball.  Is it true that he even convinced his father to allow him to take you to Racine to view the sculptures of the Ice, Water, and Sand Contest?  I’ve always wanted to go myself.  But from what I’ve heard it’s mostly a romantic event meant for couples.  Maybe next year.  If I have someone close enough in my life.”

“I don’t see that happening.”  Teris said in dry monotone, wondering what she’d done to offend Julius’ other protege.

“Ah! Vice Captain Jon has won the match.”  William said.  “Excuse me. I must congratulate him.  Thank you again for the food.”

Teris watched the Golden Dawn slip under the bar that marked the perimeter of the training yard.  Turning to Yami, she noted the once full mug of ale dangling from his hand, empty.

After taking a long, slow sip of mead, Teris asked.  “How was you and Tobin’s mission?”

“You already asked that.”  Yami said, dropping the empty tankard next to where he dropped the food when he grabbed Teris by the wrist.  He took a bite of food more for something to do than hunger which he no longer felt.

“No problems?”  Teris asked.

“Nope.” Yami said, chewing.

“It’s just Venice said you and Tobin were expected back early today.” Teris said, wishing Yami would look at her.  “I had begun to worry.”

“I can tell.”  Yami snarked.

Teris’ eyes hardened.  She was tempted to throw her food at him.  Instead she threw it on the ground.

Yami felt a breeze kicked up by Teris spinning around and storming away. He tossed his food down and cursed, regretting his sour sarcasm.  It wasn’t that he was jealous.  ...Okay, he was jealous.  But not in the way one would think.  He trusted Teris, and didn’t need to trust Nozel to know nothing happened.  What Yami was jealous of was that Nozel could take her to some romantic event supposedly meant for couples, and he couldn’t even go out alone with her unless it was for a mission.

“Who’s next!”  Bronn hollered from the center of the training yard.

Annoyed at Julius’ rules, and angry at his response, Yami gripped the hilt of his katana and lept over the bar.  He needed to hit something and Bronn had just given him an excuse.

Bronn saw him and grinned devilishly.  “I was hoping you’d get back in time for this.  Sure you got enough mana left after that mission? Can’t mix with Black Sheep like you use to top off and cheat.”

“You gonna talk all night or fight?”  Yami questioned the Vice Captain.

Bronn rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles.  “The Captain's Challenge is meant to prepare and show what it means to be a Magic Knights Captain.  The power, strength of will, and all that nonsense. There’s no Vice Captain's Challenge.  But seeing as you’re suppose to take my place soon enough, I’ll happily take you on here and now.  Feel free to let loose and use magic, fists, and whatever else you got.”

Yami cloaked himself in mana.  He didn’t put it passed Bronn to take an early cheap shot before the matches start was called.  “Works for me.  So long as I can kick your ass and you can’t cry about it and have me kicked out.”

“You sure you don’t want any help?”  Bronn taunted.  “It apparently takes two of you to take my place.  Black Sheep--”

Yami unsheathed his katana, cloaking it in darkness.  “Leave her out of this.”

Bronn shrugged.  “It’s you’re infirmary stay.”

Standing with Randall and Zara, Fuegoleon looked between the two Black Bulls. It was obvious this wasn’t a challenge so much as an excuse to fight.  He looked for Teris among the spectators hoping his cousin was watching Yami’s brutish display but didn’t see her.  At least Nozel had left, called away on a mission.  Given that Yami had left Nozel in the dark about Lord Silva sending another gang to kill him; Fuegoleon wouldn’t have put it passed Nozel to step forward and join the current challenge against Yami.

Jon left Kess’ side, ducking back under the railing and moving near Bronn.  “I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I.”  Quince said.

Fuegoleon silently agreed with his Vice Captain.  This was suppose to be a challenge of skill.  Not a brawl of passed grievances.  They were Magic Knights not petty thugs.

“Get behind the line.”  Bronn ordered the Azure Deer.

“Let the two fight.  Bronn has a point.  Why isn’t there a Vice Captain's Challenge?”  Jaynee asked.

“Because you’re stupid, that’s why, Jaynee.”  Tyrn said.  “Bronn.  I’m all for whipping upstart subordinates into shape but this doesn’t feel right.  You might be use to getting into trouble but the rest of us aren’t.”

“You might be leaving soon but I’m looking to be made Captain.  I won’t let you do this.  You want to fight the foreigner, do it another time.”  Whilf put in.

Bronn sighed heavily, stance relaxing.  “Seems I’m being overruled. Sorry, Lord of Destruction.  You won’t be visiting Healers Hall tonight.”

Yami sheathed his katana and spat.  “Coward.”

Bronn made for Yami.  Quince lept over the bar.  Tyrn ducking under.  The two reached Bronn and held him back.  Jon moved between Yami and Bronn in case Yami made for the Vice Captain or Bronn broke through. Bronn struggled against his fellows, cursing up a storm.

Senses alert in case Bronn used his magic or broke free, Yami turned his back.  An insult he knew would enrage the Vice Captain further.

Shoulders tense, sure word would get back to Julius and his Captain would have words for him, Jon ushered Yami away.

Seeking to quickly move on and deflect from the scuffle, Jaynee took up the call asking for an opponent.

Yami took a drink out of someones hand and downed it, tossing mug back at the person.  Jon apologized, handing the Magic Knight a coin as payment.  Reaching the treeline Yami plopped on the ground exhaustion suddenly catching up to him.

“What was that about?”  Jon questioned, watching Yami yawn.

Blinking heavily, Yami said dully.  “Bronn’s an ass and deserves an ass kicking.”

Jon shifted on his feet, looking around before agreeing.  “Can’t argue there.”

The Azure Deers Vice Captain wasn’t sure how he felt about Yami.  But he didn’t think he’d ever consider the man a friend.  It wasn’t just because of the way Yami had insisted on a bribe before agreeing to go out on what had ended up being the worse double date of Jon’s life.  It wasn’t even because Yami was close friends with Venice’s new boyfriend, Tobin.  Nor was it because it had been Yami’s suggestion that Tobin had followed which had made Venice so jealous and led to their break up.  Okay, may be it had a bit to do it.  But it mostly had to do with how different the two men were.

For the entirety of his life, Jon strove to behave as perfect courtly gentleman.  He showed far more noble grace than either of his legitimate siblings and likely knew more about proper decorum too. As a bastard, Jon had done all he could to show himself to be better than what people expected.  To be more than the noble children who sneered at him and had it so easy.  Yami, on the other hand, didn’t try in the least to raise and better his behavior to prove to others that he was capable of it.  That he was more than the uncivilized foreign peasant the hierarchy believed him to be.  Worse than not trying, in Jon mind, was that Yami didn’t even seem to care what people thought.

It bothered Jon to no end.  Still, despite his lack of friendly, though not necessarily unfriendly, feelings toward Yami, Jon felt a responsibility toward him given Yami was one of Captain Julius’ proteges.

Jon looked over the crowd milling about and sighed.  At least no one seemed to be paying them much attention any more.

“Is everything alright?”  Jon asked.  Seconds passed without answer. “Yami?”  He looked back down the Black Bull to find him laid back against a tree trunk asleep.  Jon shook his head in annoyance.  He’d never understand what his Captain had and still saw in foreigner.

74.4

“Are they dating?”  Jax asked.

Julius shrugged in his seat.  “Don’t know.  Jon’s been exceedingly careful of his personal doings since he learned we knew so much about him and Venice.”

Jax tisked, taking a sip of his drink.  “It’s our duty as Captain's to know what our squad is up to.  Hard as one tries, personal life can’t completely be removed from work.”

“I’m just glad he’s no longer moping about the break-up.”  Julius said.

Jax nodded into his cup.  “It’s been six months.  It’s about time he got over her and back out there.”

Julius smiled sadly.  As if his friend should talk when he was still hung up and hadn’t been on a date in years.  Not that Julius hadn’t tried helping Jax get back out there.  The man deserved to find happiness. Especially after what happened.

“Is he?”  Jax asked.

Julius raised his brows and blinked in question.

“Over her.”  Jax elaborated.

Julius shrugged again.  “Don’t know.  But his better humor and interest in someone else is a good first step.”

“Just so long as he doesn’t go after Tobin or hold any animosity against Venice.”  Jax said.

“That was never a worry.”  Julius said of his Vice Captain.

“Talking about the Captain's Challenge?”  Teris asked entering the Black Bulls base just in time to hear Julius’ comment.  Her eyes narrowed.  “Don’t tell me you two are spying.  Hoping to learn the Vice Captain's strategy.”

“You mean it hasn’t devolved into an open contest for all comers yet?” Julius asked, remembering that’s how it was when he was a Vice Captain.  Sadly, the Captain's didn’t have near as much fun preparing.  Too busy to even schedule a group practice before the challenge, they were left winging it the day of.  At least it gave the Vice Captain’s a chance at winning.

Teris nodded, moving to stand before her brother who sat in her favorite spot in the great room.  “That happened shortly after sundown. People from the village have come to sell food and drink.  There’s even music.  You’d think it was a festival.”

Jax shared a smirk with Julius.  “Nice to know somethings never change.”  His eyes focused back on Teris trying to stifle a niggling worry.  “Yami and Tobin back yet?”  Even if the two dallied, they should've been back by now.  But Yami and Teris hadn’t seen each other in four days.  Jax would've figured the couple would be together if Yami had returned.

“Yeah. They’re out there.”  Teris grumbled.

Jax and Julius glanced at each other.  Though both wondered, neither wanted to kick a possible hornets nest by asking what Yami had done. At least Yami and Teris didn’t argue often.  And the few times they did they seemed to handle it quickly enough on their own; with the exception of that one time last year before they got together.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you some questions.  Have a seat.”  Jax commended.  He reached for an empty glass on the coffee table and poured a fingers worth of whiskey, sliding it over to Teris who sat beside Julius.

Julius’ eyes followed the serving of amber liquid as it glided across the coffee table.  He gave Jax a look for offering his little sister such a hard drink.

Teris picked up the glass.  Julius’ narrowed eyes fixed on her, eyebrow arching.

At her brother’s critical gaze, Teris paused.  “What?  I’m eighteen.”

“You’ve been eighteen for two days.”  Julius remarked.

“Girl’s still eighteen.”  Jax said.

Julius shot his friend another look.

“What? If the kingdom can send her to war and have her face possible death in service as a Magic Knight, she can have a drink.”  Jax said.

Teris didn’t see the problem.  She had partaken of ale and mead for years.

Julius turned back to his sister, disapproving expression warning her against drinking the hard liquor.  Eyes locked with his, Teris took a sip.

She sputtered and coughed, eyes tearing and squeezing shut as her face scrunched.

Julius plucked the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. “Serves you right.”

Jax chuckled at both Nova’s.  He took a swig of his drink and admitted. “It’s an acquired taste.”

Vision still blurry from watery eyes, Teris watched her Captain.  Now she knew why they called it fire water.

Setting his glass down, Jax rested forearms on knees.  “Have you had anymore disoriented awakenings like the ones that happen when the page of Chaos communicates with you?”

“You, Julius, and Commander Greywright were quite clear that if I did I was to report it to one of you.”  Teris replied.

“That wasn’t an answer.”  Jax said.

“Why would I disobey an order from three of my superiors?”  Teris asked.

An uneasiness tugged at Julius’ stomach at Teris’ deflection.

“Answer the question.”  Jax commanded.

“No.”

Stern eyebrows knitting together, Julius’ head snapped to Teris. Reprimand on the tip of his tongue.

But Jax spoke first.  The single word weighted with danger.  “No?”

“No, I haven’t had any communicative dreams with the page of Chaos.  At least not any telling sign of them.”  Teris answered.

“Has Yami mentioned any dreams or signs that the page of Chaos is communicating with him?”  Jax asked.

“Shouldn’t that be a question for Yami?”  Teris wondered, still cross with her boyfriend.  She had been so excited to see Yami upon his return only for him to act like an idiot.  At least they didn’t have to worry about showing affection in front of everyone, she consoled herself.

Rather than scolded Teris, Julius did something far more effective.  The Azure Deer sat back and crossed his arms.  “I don’t know, Jax. You sure you want to make her co-Vice Captain?  She can even answer a simple question without giving lip.”

Teris’ eyes widened.  Her jaw dropped, struggling for words.

Jax pretended to consider.  “You have a good point.”

“Yami’s way worse about cooperating and listening.”  Teris said, incredulous.

Jax sighed knowing all too well how true that was.  “Which is why I’m asking you.”

Teris shrugged a shoulder.  “He hasn’t said anything.”

“We’re a little under three months out from the Winter Solstice.  That’s about the time you began experiencing somewhat regular signs of communicative dreams before the Summer Solstice wasn’t it?”  Jax asked.

Teris nodded.

“Yet Yami hasn’t mentioned any sign of the same?”  Jax pressed.

Teris shook her head.  “No.  And he promised he’d tell me.”

Jax looked to Julius in open question.

Julius scratched his brow and speculated.  “It’s possible the signs of the dreams are different for Yami and he hasn’t yet figured out what those signs are.  But Marx would need to preform his Memory Absolute spell for us to know for sure if Yami’s had any communicative dreams.”

“Yami won’t like that.”  Teris said.

Jax almost said he didn’t care what Yami would like but instead admitted.  “It wouldn’t do us any good anyway.  Not when we still can’t see or make Yami remember what’s going on in those dreams.”

Julius hung his head feeling like a failure.  For all his searching he still hadn’t found a spell or magical technique that would help Teris and Yami remember what the page of Chaos was communicating with them. His hands balled into fists, knuckles turning white.  When it came to the Agents of Chaos matter he had failed too many times to count.  In truth even his small victory’s hadn’t been wins so much as barely there catch ups.  But there was one thing he refused to lose at; and that was keeping his sister and Yami safe and out of the Agents of Chaos’ hands this Winter Solstice.

Though it was only October fourth, the dreaded day loomed large with seventy-eight days left until December twenty-first.  As much as Julius wanted to find a way to help Teris and Yami remember what the page of Chaos was saying; it wasn't necessary.  With or without that knowledge he would stop Alowishus Spade and end his plans.

Thank you to those who have left hearts.  And a special THANK YOU to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They really mean a lot.

*So we won’t being seeing the Captain's Challenge this time around. But we will be seeing one later when Yami, Teris, Nozel, and Fuegoleon will be able to participate as Vice Captain's.  For now we’ve got other sorts of drama to get to.

Next chapter snippet:

Now that he was looking, Yami noted bruises on her other shoulder too. His hands lifted hovering over Teris’ shoulders lining his fingers over each mark.

#yami sukehiro #julius novachrono #william vangeance #fuegoleon vermillion #nozel silva #Zara Ideale #randall luftair #light in the darkness

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Ratched: Episode 7 Reactions

Oh wait Hanover has a family??? A child?!

Ahh a classic case of a doctor married to his work

Oh no this is heartbreaking

Ahh and this is when he meets Lenore and Henry, pouring himself into this work

Huck!! The sweetest boy!!!

Ohhh does he like her?? Omg this is precious

I hope she’s honest with him about why she can’t. Cuz he’s so kind and accepting.

And this is the first time she’s really said this out loud to someone

Why couldn’t Dolly have fallen for Huck?

“Blowsy, alcoholic jazz baby” XD that is exactly what Louise is

Finally we’re back to this! Fuck is Betsy going to find out that they’re siblings?!

Oh FUCK SHE KEPT THE PRIEST’S TESTIMONY!!! YOU NEVER KEEP THE EVIDENCE!!!

Damn and Betsy not wasting any time confronting her about it! Everyone finding out her secrets!

Wait she...wants to help her? Is this gonna be actual help or like blackmail “we can benefit each other” help?

“Now I don’t know what I think he deserves” called it! Her conviction is wavering!

Betsy doesn’t think Edmund deserves the death penalty either? Now that’s a surprise. Ah well, I guess she’s got Hanover’s view on things.

Ooh was she discharged for killing that guy? Multiple men, I guess.

Betsy being so understanding is...weird. But I kinda get it? She really has seen Mildred be kind and caring and strong. She knows she’s far from a heartless killer.

Ooh Betsy has a plan? To save the hospital?

Ahh they’re trying to get full private funding, and maybe take over the hospital themselves? Remove Hanover from his position?

Oop Mildred didn’t share everything she knows about Hanover lol

Bucket’s shock is so funny XD that wasn’t on the list!!!

Make Huck head nurse!!! Give him a purpose!!!

So Mildred is definitely setting things up so that she can cut and run, with or without Edmund, when she needs to

Go Betsy go!!! I love her dismissing Hanover

“That’s why I’m letting you go” aw they kinda reconciled

He’s gonna know this is all because of Mildred tho

I bet Charlotte’s gonna regress

Yay racism

Something’s not right with Charlotte. Is she gonna die? Oh no oh no he put her in a closet. She’s gonna regress.

Oh fuuuuuuck and that’s the end of Hanover

Aw poor Charlotte. I’m glad she called Mildred. Mildred’s going to help.

This makes three patients they’ve literally just spirited away on buses or trains lol

How does Mildred know about the hospital in Mexico? I wonder if she’s planning on fleeing there herself

Getting lye for the body? Or a saw?

Oh hey lol now she can deliver his head after all

...I do have to wonder if Charlotte getting triggered and killing Hanover was the best-case scenario all along

Haha IN A HAT BOX

Lenore totally has a little bit of a thing for Mildred

Is Henry gonna kill her? He looks like he wants to kill her.

Dude literally how do you think this is going to work out for you? She’s the one who wipes your ass.

Louise must be so tired of people coming to visit Mildred 😂😂😂

Oh!! The social worker!!!

Justifiable homicide!!! GOOD.

Aw wow Mildred had been looking for him for so long

Hmm why do I feel like he’s not gonna be there when she shows up to get him?

I’m completely lost with the timeline here. How many years ago was this? Did he give her the slip to go kill the priests?

Haha we’re back to “doomed since conception”

Wait, did Mildred not know why Edmund killed the priests until now? That changes things.

Aaand here we go, Anna’s going to confirm to her that Edmund is a lost cause

Gwen’s going East. I wonder if she’ll go to Boston lol

Why the weird focus on her drinking the water? And why looking through this car window?

Okay it’s just Mildred watching from the car

Ooh they need to talk! So things are not all good between them.

Ah yeah Gwen’s pissed. And she’s right on the money. Mildred does whatever is best for Mildred.

Honey this is not time for a love confession. This is time to apologize and then let her decide how she feels.

Gwen doesn’t want a part in this!!!

Really? Cancer? Jesus.

Tbh I’m...not about this kiss?

I BET LENORE LEFT EVERYTHING TO PETUNIA HAHAHA

Lmao Mildred’s look when Betsy says she’s an example of grace

WHO NEEDS DOCTORS okay Betsy loving the confidence but also...you do. You need doctors.

Thoughts and Theories

Only one episode left to go!!! Tbh, I keep waiting to suddenly realize the meanings between the red and green lights, but it seems like they’ve abandoned the whole thing at this point, so who knows? Also, pretty sure my favorite character in this whole thing is Betsy Bucket. She’s just so delightful. I also really liked how she called Mildred out this episode, and I love that she got over Hanover and realized she deserved better and could run things on her own. And speaking of Hanover, what an ending! I feel horrible for Charlotte, but we all saw this coming. And despite everything, I really like Hanover as a character. He’s weak-willed and very idealistic and has a drug problem, but he’s a compassionate man. I think he’s a really good example of how despite the rampant corruption and abuse in psychiatric hospitals at the time, which Cuckoo’s Nest was written to comment on, there were also a lot of very well-intentioned doctors and nurses who truly did believe these treatments were what was best for their patients. They were products of their time. 

On to other things, I must admit I’ve been excitedly waiting for Gwen and Mildred’s first kiss and I was...really disappointed by the whole scene. I don’t like how Gwen’s very real and reasonable objections to being in a relationship with a liar and murderer are dismissed as a tactic to make Mildred go away because Gwen is scared of dying. I don’t like how Mildred reacts in the scene either. The way keeps trying to touch Gwen even though Gwen is batting her hands away is not an okay thing to do, and she really seems to thing that everything should be fine between them and she should be forgiven because she had reasons for killing and hurting people, but that’s not a decision she gets to make for Gwen. She doesn’t really seem to acknowledge or respect that Gwen is not comfortable being with her, and in a situation like this where someone is trying to tell you “no” and trying to explain their feelings, insisting on how much you love them is not a comfort; it’s a manipulation.  Idk, the friends I’ve talked to who have finished the season say that their dynamic improves in the last episode, so I’ll try to go in with an open mind, but this is not what I’d hoped for. It’s completely understandable that Mildred has some unhealthy relationship behaviors, but they need to be portrayed as such, and this kind of thing often isn’t. Gwen has always been so straightforward and insistent about being heard and respected that her giving in like this seems out of character, too.

#ratched #ratched spoilers #mildred ratched #dr hanover #betsy bucket #nurse bucket #gwendolyn briggs #all hail the queue of hell

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Government Affiliated Love Affairs

idk @fuck-your-fandoms suggested this and i vibed with it so yeee here we are

soulmate au! kinda!

ship: ralbert

warnings: none i dont think, but if i missed something lemme know

word count: 2600 ish

editing: eh kinda idk

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“Well, this is stupid.”

“Yeah, tell me about it, pal.”

Race sighs, looking down at his hands as he fiddles with the cup sleeve of his grande americano.  

It was common knowledge that the “Formulated Love Act of 2023” was not the most foolproof of laws passed by the government in the past 5 years (not that anything the government did anymore was foolproof, but he’ll digress), but Race couldn’t help but at least appreciate that it wasn’t trying to push any heteronormative bullshit.  

That didn’t make this asshole any more bearable.

Granted, the notion of solving the ‘loneliness epidemic’ (which apparently was a thing and was causing the US enough damn trouble that the government fucking stepped in) through means of systematic soulmates was sweet.  Everyone gets a match based off a stupid fucking questionaire they completed when they were 21, like “oh, you can drink now! Here’s a shot of vodka and also your future partner is gonna be determined by this thick ass packet, go ahead and fill that out, no pressure!” And by the time you’re 25, a soulmate’s been hand picked for you.  By law, you’re required to marry them within a year of meeting, and then you’re set to live your life happily ever after. 

It was nice in theory.  But in practice?  Not so much.

Then again, wasn’t the government usually like that?

Race wished he had some whiskey to pour into his americano like those edgy movie characters.  Or Jack Kelly.  Jack Kelly did that sometimes.

When he’d gotten the email a week ago with his soulmate’s information and their established ‘meet-up arrangements’- which were really just fancy words for ‘forced date, have fun’- Race had been tentatively hopeful that maybe he’d be one of the rare cases.  The ones you read about on Buzzfeed where it really is love at first sight and maybe those few, poor FBI Agents who were stuck with the ‘Pairing Process’ had done something right for once.  

The ounce of a Disney fan within him had even entertained the thought of some miraculous meeting, where sparks fly and eyelashes are batted and smiles are exchanged.

But no.  Instead, Race is sitting at some random Starbucks in the middle of Manhattan with an obnoxious (and upsettingly pretty) redhead, who’s first words to him were, “I fucking hate coffee, I’m gonna get tea.”  To which Race had tried to cover his scowl, but failed miserably.

He hated tea snobs.  Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys tea as much as the next 25 year old guy, but those dudes who fucking made a point to openly despise coffee in favor of tea like some sort of pompous jerk?  Yeah, they killed his boner.

Race toys around with his coffee cup for another moment, before the silence gets too thick and he breaks, “Albert, right?” he asks, because even though it’s been a good half hour since they’d met up, the guy still hasn’t properly introduced himself.    

It had said Albert’s name and age in the email last Saturday, but come on.  It’s basic human decency to at least offer your name and maybe a handshake.

Albert scrunches his nose, taking a long sip from his iced peach green tea lemonade.  Fucking asshole.

“Yeah,” He says.  He sounds bitter and uninviting.  Race tries not to shrink in his seat, “And you’re Antonio.”

“Race,” Race interjects.

Albert’s eyebrows draw together, “Race?  What the fuck kinda-”

“It’s a nickname, just-” Race scrubs a hand down his face, “Just, don’t question it, but it’s Race, got it?”

Albert leers at him, “Fine.”

The silence settles over them once more, except this time, they’re maintaining eye contact.  Albert looks like he’s trying to size him up and Race’s neck prickles uncomfortably.

I mean, seriously, this is the guy Race has to marry?  Yippee fucking ki yay.

“Listen,” Race says slowly, “This- I mean,” he blows out a breath, starting over, “I hate to break it to you, but we’re stuck together and you’ve gotta move in by,” he pauses, checking the date on his phone, “Wednesday, so we could either work something out or suffer.”

Albert’s glare doesn’t falter, “I’ll suffer.”

Race sighs again.

XXX

“And down the hall here is my room and that,” Race gestures to the door opposite his room, Albert trailing behind him, “Is yours.”

After their disaster of a first date last Saturday, Race had relented and cleaned out his office, turning it into a guest room and moving his desk and file cabinets into his own room.  It was a tight squeeze into his relatively small space, but he wasn’t about to share a room with Albert.  But he was a nice person and wasn’t gonna condemn him to the couch, either.  So, guest room it is.

Albert hefts his box of belongings higher into his arms, shrugging his right shoulder to adjust the duffle bag on his back before inching into his room.

“Thanks, I guess,” He calls bluntly behind him before kicking the door closed, leaving Race standing dumbly on the other end.

Race blinks.  Then, blinks again.

“Man, fuck you!” He calls in a sudden surge of anger.  He hadn’t done a damn thing to Albert, what fucking right did he have to hate him?  He didn’t even give him a chance!

“Nah.”  Albert calls back.

“I didn’t mean it like that you fucking ass- you know what?  Nevermind.”  He storms into his own room, slamming the door shut behind him.

XXX

Later that night, Race is curled up in front of the TV, cradling a bowl of Panang curry and watching some random documentary about koalas.  He spoons some fried tofu into his mouth, frontwardly considering getting a koala, because they’re fucking adorable, and distantly wondering if Albert was ever going to come out of his room.  

He hadn’t heard from him all afternoon and the only indication that he was still in the house had been the distinct sound of a toe being stubbed, followed by a loud, ‘fuck me!’, which Race didn’t laugh at.  He didn’t.

His question is answered a moment later when Albert’s door creaks open down the hall and he pads into the living room.  Race can feel him lingering in the doorway, watching him, and he groans a little, placing his spoon back into his bowl and muting the television.

“What,” he says, turning to face Albert, who looks sheepish for a moment before replacing the scowl on his face.

“Nothing, just-” he purses his lips and glances towards the kitchen.

Race softens a little, “Are you hungry?  I didn’t know your order, but I got you some pad thai, 

‘cause it’s pretty standard…it’s in the fridge if you want it.”

Albert looks back at him, a strange look on his face, “You got me something?”

Race shrugs, “yeah?”

“Even after I-” Albert shakes his head, “Thanks.” 

Race watches as he seems to go through some internal conflict before stalking off towards the kitchen.  A moment later, the microwave starts up.  

“Alrighty,” Race mumbles to himself, unmuting the television and picking his spoon back up.  

A couple more minutes pass with the remote sounds of Albert putzing around in the kitchen and the narrator’s accented voice droning on.  It feels weird to have someone else in the house, but Race shrugs it off.  He never loved having roommates, but it was no different than his college days, really.  Even though he couldn’t just forget Albert after the year was over.  He had to marry the damn guy.

He’s surprised when Albert comes back into the living room and even more shocked when the other end of the couch dips.  Glancing over, he finds Albert sitting with his legs tucked underneath him, twirling rice noodles around his fork and staring fixedly at the TV.  He forces himself to relax and finish his curry.

They don’t say anything and eventually, Race lets his guard down a little.  An indiscernible amount of time passes and the program turns to a show about domesticated hedgehogs and how to care for them.  

Race feels himself nodding off, and he’s about to let sleep take him over completely when he feels his bowl being lifted out of his hands.  He cracks open an eye in time to see Albert get up and clear their dishes.

He comes back a moment later and looks mildly startled to see Race awake.

“I thought you were out out,” he says, and Race notes that the hostility that’s been ever present since they met is curiously absent.

“I woke up when you took our stuff,” Race admits.

Albert hums and sits back down on the couch, clicking off the TV and bracing his forearms on his knees.  He looks like he might want to say something, so Race waits patiently.

“Look,” Albert starts, sounding a little strained, “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting.  I’m not trying to justify my behavior, but this whole,” he gestures a little wildly, “soulmate thing freaks me out and I kinda panicked over it and totally took it out on you even though it’s not in any way your fault and,” he lets out a humorless chuckle, finally looking at Race, “I’m sorry.  Really.”

Race offers him a tired, but reassuring smile, “Listen, bud, I’m like half asleep so only, like, a fraction of this conversation is getting comprehended, but it’s okay.  I mean, you were an asshole, but I get it.  This whole system is fucked.”

Albert laughs for real and Race finds that he likes it.  Just a little.  He can appreciate a nice laugh, okay?

“Sure is,” Albert agrees.

There’s a pause, but it’s not as charged as before.

“Where did the nickname ‘Race’ come from?”

“Uhhh,” Race yawns, stretching, “I dunno, my little sister always called me that and it stuck?”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.”

Race props his head up on his hand, sleepily watching Albert fidget.  Albert seems to sense him staring, because he looks at him again, offering a small smile.

“You’re tired,” he points out uselessly, “you should sleep.”

Race nods, standing, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna,” he starts towards his room, “You should, too.”

Albert salutes him, “I will.”

“Goodnight, Al.”

“‘Night, Race.”

XXX

After their little impromptu apology session, things change between Race and Albert.

They hang out more, heading into the city to browse through museums and stroll aimlessly through Central Park.  Albert brings Race to a planetarium and Race, in turn, takes him to an ABT performance at Lincoln Center.  It’s nice, Race finds, and his initial opinion of Albert is rapidly changing into something entirely different and ten times more positive.

He discovers that Albert’s favorite ice cream flavor is stracciatella, even though it’s hard to find in the States.  Albert tells him that he graduated from Pratt with a film degree and dreams to one day participate in the Sundance Film Festival.

In turn, Race confesses that even though he grew up dancing and always thought he’d be a professional dancer, culinary school had ended up being his calling.  

Little things about Albert start to filter into Race’s awareness.  Like the way he quirks one side of his mouth a little higher than the other when he laughs, or how he scrunches his nose a little and furrows his eyebrows when he’s filming.  He’s got that kind of charming, self-deprecating humor, where he’s always cracking jokes, but only at his own expense, making him approachable and likable.  When he’s telling stories, his voice always pitches a little different, captivating whoever’s listening.  But when someone else is talking, he gives his full, unwavering attention.  

It makes Race feel interesting and important.  Like what he has to say matters.

It’s a sunny Friday and the two of them are sitting in a small sandwich shop in Brooklyn.  Albert is retelling some ridiculous story about how he got a cab driver to bring him to a veterinarian for free, because he found an injured pigeon.  His meatball sub is long since forgotten and Race notices that he has a little sauce on his cheek.

He’s just about to reach out to wipe it off when he realizes it.

He’s kind of in love with Albert Dasilva.

Huh.  Crazy.

XXX

“Hey, so I was thinking we could go try out that new bubble tea place over on 14th?”

Race lifts his head from his pillow, blinking blearily at where Albert’s leaning against his doorframe.  It’s Saturday and they’d spent the night previous in some club getting spectacularly drunk and naturally, Race is hungover as shit.  But Albert doesn’t get hungover, the motherfucker.

He scrubs a hand down his face and Albert watches with a smirk as he struggles to sit up.

“Yeah,” Race says, “Yeah, I’m down, just,” he rolls his stiff neck, wincing as it cracks, “gimme a few minutes to freshen up.”

“No prob,” Albert says, sidling out of the room, “We can grab greasy breakfast for you somewhere as well!”

“You’re a saint!” Race calls back.

A half hour later, they’re bumping shoulders as they venture through The Village, keeping an eye on Albert’s google maps as they look for ‘Bubbleology’, the new fangled cafe Jack and Katherine had been insisting they try.

“So, the Air and Space Museum in DC is having an exhibit on Mars next weekend and I was thinking we could pop down to see it?” 

Albert perks up, looking away from his phone to give Race an excited smile, “Really?  Wait, how did you know about that and I didn’t?”

Race blushes a little, shoving his hands in his pockets, “It’s your birthday coming up, so I was looking for things to do and...yeah.”

“Aww,” Albert nudges him, but Race can see him flush, “That’s sweet, I’d love to- shit, Race, careful!”

Race gasps, freezing as a car speeds towards him.  The only unfrozen part of his mind is screaming that the crosswalk says they can walk, so why isn’t that car fucking stopping and-

He feels a hand grip his bicep, yanking him back towards the sidewalk and all cognition slams back into him as he and Albert fall onto the pavement.

“-Fucking ASSHOLE, watch it!” Albert’s screaming uselessly after the car, but Race isn’t registering it.  Not completely anyway.

He takes a moment to assess himself, breathing deeply as he becomes increasingly aware that he almost fucking died, but he didn’t thanks to Albert.

Albert looks down when Race tugs on his sleeve, “Are you okay?  Jesus, that was- mmph.”

Race pulls him down, crashing their lips together.  For a moment, Albert’s frozen against him, then he relaxes into the kiss, reaching up a hand to cradle Race’s jaw.  They kiss for a while, until Race remembers that they’re quite literally sitting in the middle of a sidewalk and pulls away.  

Albert opens his eyes, looking slightly dazed, “Whoa.”

Race bites his lip, suddenly unsure, “Sorry?”

“No,” Albert’s eyes widen, “No, don’t apologize, that- no, that was okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Albert says, hoisting Race to his feet and pulling him in for another kiss, “Very okay.”

When they break apart again, they’re both laughing, foreheads resting against one anothers.

“Hey,” Race whispers, waiting until Albert’s eyes meet his to continue, “I like you.”

Albert rolls his eyes, but it’s fond, “I like you, too, dumbass.  Maybe those FBI guys actually were onto something.”

Race smiles, goofy and genuine, “Yeah, maybe.”

They stand there for another moment, enjoying each other’s embrace.  Then, Albert steps away abruptly, grabbing Race’s hand and pulling him down the street.

“C’mon, I still want bubble tea.”

It’s Race’s turn to roll his eyes, “Idiot.”

“Yeah, butcha love me.”

“You got me there.”

-

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[fortheloveoffanfic]

Sucker (for you)

Keanu Reeves x Reader 

-loosely inspired by the song Sucker, cause the Jonas Brothers and why not. Also Halsey’s version was amazing too. So yeah. Not sure if you wanted to be warned, but there’s vaguely implied age gap.

Her hair products were scattered here and there around the master bathroom. In his bedroom, she had left over a few articles of clothing, not a lot really, just a few things to choose from if she spent the night. These days, she spent a lot of nights at his place.

Y/n. The things he’d do for her. It might have been easier to count what he wouldn’t do for her. Come to think of it, there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for her. Some had said she hand him under her thumb, called him a sucker.  ‘Some’ being the tabloids that liked to gossip about anything and everything. Maybe he was a sucker, they had met merely five months ago and from the minute he saw her, Keanu knew that she was different, which was a totally cliché thing to think. Maybe it was the way that she didn’t really care about what people thought about her, or the two of them being together. Maybe it was because he had seen a passion and fire in her that he had never seen in anyone else in a long time. Y/n had a way with words that other people usually didn’t, she said what was on her mind and stood up for the things she believed in. She was bold and brave, while still being one of the kindest women he had ever met, she was gorgeous, and damn well knew it, but never felt it was necessary to flaunt it. Y/n was all of these things and more, and well, he loved her.

***

Keanu had texted her saying that he wanted to go out that night. He didn’ t say where or what he wanted to do. Just that she should dress appropriately because they were taking one of his bikes and that he would be at her place by seven. Y/n loved when he took charge like this and his surprises never failed to disappoint her. Excited and almost bursting with anticipation, she got ready in a pair of faded blue jeans, a grey blouse, the leather jacket he had bought her the month before and a pair of ankle boots. 

As promised, Keanu was at her place by seven pm. She greeted him at the door and he kissed her hastily, ready for them to leave. “What’s the rush babe?“ She giggled as he tried to pull her towards the elevator before she had even removed the key from the door.

“I’m just can’t wait, you know. Tonight is important.” During the elevator ride down he kept tapping is foot and fiddling with the edge of his jacket. When they reached the apartment parking lot, Y/n had to jog to keep up with Keanu’s long strides. 

“Hey.” She took his hand when he went to put the helmet on her, “What’s going on. You’re so...antsy.” There really wasn’t another word she could think of to describe his behavior. 

“Am I?” He ran his hand though his hair. “Just nerves I guess.” He stopped for a minute as if thinking of the right words to say, “You know I love you right?” She nodded, smiling, “And you, you mean a lot too me. I’d do anything for you. Now, tomorrow, whenever. Whatever” He emphasized. 

Y/n tilted her head, regarding him curiously, “I know. I love you too Keanu. And I’d do anything for you too. But I don’t understand where this is coming form.”

He kissed her, passionate and hard, their lips as if it were the last time their lips would ever meet. When they broke apart, he smiled down at her in his arms, “I know. And I know we’ve been going pretty fast, but I want you to know that all of its real.” They had been going fast, exchanging ‘I love yous’ after they had been together for only a month. He had opened up to her in a way that he hadn’t with anyone in years and she had already taken him to meet her parents. 

“I know all of that.” She kissed him quickly, “Now come on, I wanna see what this top secret date is about,” She teased before taking the helmet from his hand and putting it on herself. He fastened the straps on her chin and put on his own. They both got on the bike and instinctively, Y/n wound her arms tightly around him, securely herself safely against him.

***

They rode for a while, the sound of the wind being the only thing either of them heard for a while. He only stopped when the sound of waves were clear, parking the bike near some other vehicles. Removing her helmet, Y/n tired to rectify the mess that it had left with her hands. “Ready?” Keanu held out his hand.

“Yupp.” She said when she was satisfied. She took his hand and they walked on the sidewalk for a while, stopping at a restaurant. He pushed the door open and let her enter first. “ I remember this place,” She smiled widely taking in the surroundings. “We came on our first date here.” 

“We did.” The place was for the most part open all around, to allow customers to enjoy the sea breeze. Tables were scattered all around, with diners sat on cozy looking wicker chairs. Keanu led her to a table at the outer most end that looked over the railing out to the sea. “That was a great night, its too bad we don’t come more often.” They were both usually so busy with work that it was hard to plan an evening that involved more than the movies or take out on the couch. 

“It is, but the fact that we don’t makes it a lot more special when we actually do.” She smiled, looking out at the water, “Besides, I kind of love how low maintenance our relationship is. Take out and Netflix happens to be one of my favorite things to do.” 

Soon, a waiter came to their table and took their orders. Their food came quickly after and they ate over wine and conversation. The couple even stayed a while after their table was cleared, just enjoying the other’ s company. “So, do you remember what we did after dinner on our first date?” Keanu raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if she remembered.

“Of course I do, we went for a walk along the shore. Do you want to go for one now?” She asked, ready to stand and get moving.

***

They had been walking hand in hand, not speaking, instead listening to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. The sun had almost completely set by now, leaving the sky with a orange glow. They had both taken off their shoes and Y/n had insisted that they walk where the water could touch their feet. 

The beach was mostly empty and the air around them had cooled significantly. When they reached a point were there was absolutely no one but the two of them around, Keanu stopped. “What?” Y/n asked, confused by the abrupt pause in their stroll. 

“I have to tell you something.” He said, moving to stand in front of her. They placed their stuff in the sand, far enough from the water and he continued, “Y/n, I’m in love with you. And I was serious about everything I said before we left your building this evening. And I’m serious about you. You’re the most amazing woman I‘ve ever met. You’re funny and brave and so fucking beautiful. I’ve changed a lot over the past five months, and it’s because of you.” He hesitated, making sure he was using the right words, he wanted this to be as perfect as she was, “For a long time, its been just me and I was fine with that, but the night we came here together, I knew I never wanted to be alone again. I wanted to be with you. And I don’t care how everyone thinks of us, and I know you don’t either. Y/n I am, in the truest sense a sucker for you.” Then he did it, the thing that knocked the breath out of her and brought tears to her eyes. Keanu got down on one knee, right there in the sand and took a velvet box out of his jacket pocket, “And I would be absolutely, completely honored if you’d marry me.”

Y/n giggled and happy tears blurred her vision, “It would be my pleasure and an absolute fucking joy to be your wife Keanu.” She laughed and he did two. He slipped onto her finger the most beautiful diamond engagement right Y/n had ever seen before standing up to embrace her. As they kissed, he gently spun her around. “I love you so much.” She mumbled  between kisses.

“I love you to,” He said against her lips, “And I’m so happy that you so unconventionally said yes.” They kissed again and after a while she set her down, keeping his arm around her shoulders as they walked back to his bike.

“You wouldn't happen to remember what happened after we finished our walk on our first date, would you?” Y/n smiled suggestively.

“How could I forget?” He kissed her again, and then helped her with the helmet, “Come on, I can’t wait to get home with you.” He winked before putting on his. 

They rode back to his place, both not only filled with anticipation of what was in their very, very near future, but also of what was to come now that they decided that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

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[buckysforeverprincess]

What Do You Want From Me? Ch 16

Lance Tucker x Reader

Words: 1998

Warnings: Language

A/N: Lance gets with the program, but is it too late? Enjoy!

Lance watched as her car drove away down the driveway and make its way onto the main road. For some reason he was cemented to that spot; feet deciding not to move.

“Well, that shit show is finally over…shall we get back to us?”

 He heard the voice behind him say with a little too much confidence than necessary. She reached out and places her hand on his shoulder in a seductive touch, and he was immediately thrown back into the reality of what just transpired at his home.  

Lance turned around and met his PA’s eyes with an almost threatening look. “Remove your hand from me now!” Lance demands through clenched teeth.

The woman looks at him shocked at his response to her touch, but does as requested, “Lance? Did I do something wrong?”

Lance walks into the house, bypassing the woman, leaving her standing at the door. She begins to follow him, but the former playboy is not stupid and is having none of it.

“Don't take another step!” He yells at her, walking around the house collecting her things she has scattered around like she owns the place.

“I-I don't understand? Wh-what did I do?” The woman has panic written all over her face and Lance has no fucks left to give.

“I can't believe I listened to you!” Lance grabs her keys and looks for the ones to his house. “How could I have let you inside my head? Fuck!” He's fumbling as he locates the keys and removes them from her key ring.

“Listen to me?! Lance, you can't possibly think any of this is ok?! You're just going to stand here, excusing what she did?!”

The man stops and looks at her like she's just grown two heads. She's obviously still trying to portray him as the victim to gain favor. God, he can't believe how close he was to fucking her!

“Yeah… I am!”  

“B-but, she's nothing but a lying little whore!”

Lance stops dead in his tracks about a foot away from her and deadpans, “says the woman that just had my dick in her mouth! How'd that taste?!”

Her mouth drops wide open and she's shocked at his words.

“Oh, I see you've perfected how to open your mouth. Careful…wouldn't want everyone to get the impression you're a thirsty little slut that loves cock. What was it you said ‘oh Lance, I love to suck cock! I'll make you forget all about her!’ News flash…even Hope Gregory sucks dick better than you!”  

Lance places her things in her arms and ushers her out the door.

“You're fired!”

He's about to shut the door in her horrified looking face but has to make sure she knows who she's fucking with, “Oh, if you get any ideas about lawyering up...I had cameras installed before you even started working here. Every moment, every sound, every fuck you, has been recorded and downloaded. Think anyone will believe I forced myself on you? And I burned my sheets, by the way! I can't believe you fingered yourself on my bed! Didn't know I could make a girl cum without even being in the house! Should probably get you vag checked, they smelled like the fish ladder. Nobody like a dirty snatch!” And with that he slams the door, leaving his former PA standing on his doorstep stunned and devastated.

What the fuck has he done? He can't even begin to grasp how fucked he really is. Not only did he let that woman prey on his emotional state, which ended up in a lousy blow job and he didn't even come, she also somehow got into his head that he needed to go after Y/N for lying to him.

Now, he can admit part of him was upset for that. She should have told him right away, so they could deal with the pregnancy and how to go forward as parents and maybe even a couple. Jase wouldn't have been an issue, and Claire…Claire! How could he forget about her!  

“Fuck!” He yells out into his house. He just fed into Claire’s plan! Jase was right; he and Claire deserve each other. He’s always acting without thinking, and damn anyone that gets hurt in the process. “Shit!”

Speaking of hurt, Y/N was hurt! His mind was now moving on and racing at a hundred miles an hour.

The woman he loved stood on his doorstep, hurt by his words and she yelled at him. In doing so, something was happening with the babies, his babies, and now he felt like the biggest jackass in the world. Lance Tucker, former God of Gymnastics, shall now be known as the King of the Asshats! He may have to have that engraved on his tombstone.  

Grabbing his phone, he had to find her...make sure they were ok. He called her cellphone first, but it went straight to voicemail. That was expected. Y/N probably deleted his number or plans to anyway. She'll never want to speak to him again.

Maybe he could call the hospitals. Jase said he was going to take her there, but which one? Calling would do no good; privacy laws. What if he went to each one? He could do that, beg them, tell him he was a distraught father looking for his pregnant fiancé, they might take pity on him. It's worth a shot.

Two hours later he was standing in the waiting room of the labor and delivery unit. It was late and the young girl at the desk took pity on him and let him know what floor Y/N was on. Even though he knew he wasn't welcome, he had to come. He owed it to her and his babies. If anything, he just needed to know they were alright.  

A nurse came out and greeted him after he had explained he was the father and he just needed to know they were ok.

“I can't give you any information, but...if you promise not to upset her, I'll give you five minutes. I just came from there and she’s awake. She sent her fiancé home to sleep.” 

Lance nodded in understanding, “her boyfriend’s an attorney. Probably has a big case he's working on; and I promise...I won't upset her.”

The nurse gives him a reluctant smile and leads him through the halls to Y/N’s room. Lance passes the nurses station but doesn't look at any of the ladies staring at him. He feels as though he's doing the walk of shame, all eyes on him, and he can't look at them. He's had enough looks of disappointment and disgust this evening to last his entire life…he can't handle any more.  

“Ms. Y/L/N. You have a visitor?”

Lance walks in with the nurse and sees your eyes are almost closed. “I thought I told you to go ho-oh hell no!”

“I told him five minutes, but I can make him leave?” It was more of a question than a statement.

Lance swallow and looks at Y/N, face full of regret. “I promise, five minutes.”

Y/N nods to the nurse but is still seething with anger.

“Good luck?” She says as she walks out, shutting the door behind her.

Lance moves himself closer to the bed, never taking his eyes off the woman he still loves and sits in the chair next to her bed. “I'm sorry.”

Her eyes never soften at his words. “Wow! It only took you a minute. So glad you got that out because I was not prepared to sit here and listen to your bull shit for five agonizingly long minutes. Thanks for stopping…buh bye!” Nope, she's still angry.

Lance let's out a sigh and puts his face in hands. “Ugh, I fucked up!”

It comes out muffled, but he knows she heard it. He peeks out at her through his fingers, trying to hide his eyes like a child caught stealing a cookie before dinner. Y/N doesn't respond sitting there stone faced. The monitors she's hooked up to don't change, beeping staying the same. He knows he's lost her, there's no coming back from it this time.

“Seems to be a common conversation we have. I'm sorry. I fucked up. Your emotions seem to be a driving force for you. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were emotionally unstable.”

How she manages to stay calm is beyond him. He's been on the receiving end of one of her verbal lashings, trying to put him in place. This is very uncharacteristic for her.

“Clearly, you're a horrible judge of character, and you’re quite the man whore. Guess it was only a matter of time before you fell back into old behaviors.”

Lance’s mouth opens to counter but she's too quick, and she raises her hand at him. “I've been around you too long to know when a woman's gotten her way with you.”  

Y/N shakes her head and takes in a deep breath, “I thought you changed, but I was so wrong, and you know what? That's ok! I feel that with all your horrible life choices you continue to make, your way of life is just not conducive to a stable environment for the children. So tomorrow I'll be calling my lawyer and I'll counter your suit. The twins shouldn't be subjugated to the whorish ways of their biological father.” Her face void of all emotions. Lance nearly breaks at the sight. 

This was all his doing. How could he be such a fucking idiot? She was his world...his life! Lance wanted those twins to be his, wanted her to be his so they could be a family. He was nearly there until he went back to his house and let the she devil talk him out of everything he wanted. She made him believe Y/N was just toying with him, playing with his emotions. Why he was he so quick to believe it, he'll never know, but it cost him the most important things in his life. At this point he can only pray Y/N would have a change of heart and help him become the man that he lost only a few hours ago.

“Your time’s up. You need to go, and I need sleep.” Her face was still solemn, and her tone was dry.

Lance gets up from the chair and makes his way to the door.

“Lance…,” she says flatly, “I'll be marrying Jase in a couple of days. Whatever Claire's reasoning, she's almost completed her goal. You single handedly threw me in his arms. Hope she was worth it.”

Y/N turns her head away from the door and tries to get comfortable. There's nothing he can do but watch. Lance Tucker has just officially lost the love of his life.

Opening the door, he walks out of her room hearing nothing but the monitors beep behind him as he closes the door. He moves over to the wall, throwing his back up against it and begins to bang his head.

Lance had a single moment of weakness, and it cost him the woman he loves and the children he’s grown to love. She'll never let him come near her and knows for certain, Y/N won't let him be anywhere near where she delivers the twins. ‘Lance Tucker is incapable of love and I hope you die alone!’ her words filled his head. He’d lost and there wasn't anything he could do now, right. Or was there?

Leaving the hospital, he pulled out his phone and called the one person he despised the most.

Claire answers on the second ring like she was expecting his call. “Hello Lance…bout time you called.” She sounds so self-assured.

He has no interest in small talk. He only needs to say the words and be done.

“You want me, bitch?! Come get me!” he didn't even wait for a response. He hung up the phone and walked to his car. Game on bitch.

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[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 405

MURTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

The end.

Y’all I haven’t fangirled about an episode of Outlander this much since season fucking one. And can I just say, I fucking missed this feeling. I missed this feeling so fucking much. Comparing this episode to the ones with all of the book dialogue awkwardly crammed in makes me really hope they start throwing the book out the window more and more, and instead just do whatever they want in order to tell a good story.

AND I JUST FUCKING LOVE MURTAGH OK!

PETITION TO LET CLAIRE HAVE FRIENDS WHO DON’T MURDER PEOPLE/GET MURDERED!

Just the mutual respect between Claire and Adawehi gives me the warm fuzzies.

Adawehi: “She is here. No, not in your heart, woman. I mean actually here. Like physically here. Yes, I know you find it comforting to think your daughter is always with you in your heart, but I’m telling you, she can also literally be with you, like in your house.” Claire: “Yeah, it’s really too bad I had to leave her, but at least she’s here in my memories...” Adawehi: “You’re killing me, lady.”

JOKING ASIDE ADAWEHI DESERVED BETTER AND I LOVE HER AND MUELLER IS THE WORST.

Gerhard, not Robert.

I love the white sow with my whole heart.

LOOKIT THESE DOMESTIC FRASERS WORRYING ABOUT HATS AND JERKY.

I’m laughing at Jamie so hard for thinking that Scots are just going to jump at the chance for free land...that ties them to the English government. Like bro, some of the Scots in North Carolina actually give a shit about what the English did to Scotland. And don’t immediately get in bed with them, (especially when it’s common knowledge that they cheat and steal from people) and become the sort of people they fought against.

It’s like Jamie and Claire were like hmmm, our only two options are to move to Boston where we’ll be right in the middle of the revolution or become the colonizing/occupying force we fought against in Scotland. And the rest of the Scots are like nah, bro.

OH HEY JAMIE, WHY YA TAKIN’ THAT CANDLESTICK?! TO GET A RING MADE PERHAPS??? *fangirling intensifies*

“I love bacon.” Same, Young Ian. So much same.

Lady Boner for Frontier!Beauchamp.

Oooh, we’re doing Jamie’s visions are we?

I really do appreciate them doing damage control after last season including Jamie thinking of Bree this season. And I love how ever since Claire came back to Jamie, Bree is still a constant presence in her life. And she continues to live with the cost of her choice to return to Jamie.

Y’all Claire lost her parents. She left Uncle Lamb when she got married. She lost Frank woohoo! when she went through the stones. She lost Jamie after Culloden. And she lost Bree when she went back to Jamie. She’s never really had all of the people who are important to her with her all at the same time. AND IN A COUPLE OF EPISODES SHE WILL AND I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT! I SHIP CLAIRE AND HAPPINESS AND SHE WON’T FULLY HAVE THAT UNTIL HER WHOLE FAMILY IS TOGETHER AND GUYS I HAVE FEELINGS.

Nice hat, Roger MacSeedot.

Miss Baird: “I can see she broke your heart.” Me: *recaps the last couple episodes* Miss Baird: “Actually, she’s better off without you. You’re kind of the worst. Good day to you MacSeedot. I SAID GOOD DAY.

Just noticed that this pic that was tweeted about Wilmington is actually Woolam’s Creek. Lulz.

Ok is this lady flirting with Jamie only supposed to be setting up him telling Bree that he’s a married man? Or else, like, what’s the point? We know Jamie’s not going to cheat on Claire? If this is supposed to be like the Mme Jeanne fake out then hard pass, show.

“That’s a very impressive offer. But you see, the English fucked up our country. Our families. Our lives. And now they cheat and steal from us here, all the way across an ocean. Rent or no rent, I still have my principles.”

“Did six farmers just refuse the offer of land given without charge?”  “There’s no sense in it. Except that it makes them obliged to the English and, you know, as Scots we sort of don’t like them very much. So really I have no clue why they’d turn me down.”

Yo, I fucking love this change, tbh. Jamie’s a dumbass, but I’ve thought that about show!Jamie for a minute now so... Bahahaha. Bro. Rock on, farmers.

“Savages! They steal our water for their horses!” Y’all Mueller is the literal worst. But him being fucking awful, doesn’t mean Jamie and Claire are off the hook for also being fucking colonizers.

But seriously. Gerhard. You are a fucking monster.

“They have no reason to set foot on MY land!” Fuck ALL the way off, bruh.

Claire’s like “Please! I know they’re the literal worst and you’re literally just watering your horses on your own damn land, but please change your behavior to accommodate a racist af colonizer!” Which like, good on her for trying to deescalate the situation, but putting it on the wronged party to change to accommodate the white aggressor still isn’t a good look.

“Water belongs to no one.” Y’all this show claims not to be political, but making this conflict about water is relevant as fuck to the present. (For those who don’t click through to what I link, that’s a profile of the Standing Rock water protectors.)

This episode is really doing a lot to try to frame the Frasers as “good” colonizers. (Look! They make friends with their Cherokee neighbors whose land they’ve stolen! They’re trying to learn the Cherokee language! They respect the knowledge of Adawehi! They know Cherokee customs!) And the Muellers as “bad” colonizers. (This is our land! They shouldn’t be here! Fuck what they’re actually doing, I think they’re cursing us and therefore must murder their witch!) But show, let’s be real. Just like the “benevolent slave owner” is bullshit, the “good” colonizer is also bullshit.

Gerhard Mueller is an unforgivable piece of shit, but that doesn’t mean the Frasers are in the right.

Rollo the body guard is adorable and I 100% want a blooper reel of just him fucking up and Balfe being like OMFG DOG.

Claire tiredly flopping onto the bed is A FUCKING MOOD.

Y’all the Leoch music as Claire does the homestead chores gives me so many feelings. It meant she was starting to feel at home in Jamie’s time and is now signifying her being at home in the place they built together AND I JUST WANT MY BABY TO BE HAPPY OK.

For real though, I fucking love the white sow.

White Sow/Clarence 2020

Claire nudging Rollo out of her food is relatable af. *side eyes my cat*

Claire’s “good morning, ladies!” to the goats is my fucking everything. Also, pretty sure one of the goats is named Persephone and the person who posted this just didn’t know how to spell that. High five for animal name twins! I should get my cat a goat friend...

Claire drinking and being like oh this is gross and then drinking more anyway is also A Mood.

“’Tis my land after all.” Jamie says it in relation to the English. Mueller says it in relation to the Cherokee. Again trying to show a difference between the two, but *looks directly into the camera.*

MURTAGH MOTHERFUCKING FITZGIBBONS FRASER Y’ALL

Lol, I love that in the closed captions, Murtagh’s lines are noted as “Smith” before he turns around. Like we don’t recognized that crotchety voice.

Y’ALL I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY THAT MURTAGH IS BACK.

Oh look, rando flirty woman is back. *hums Say No to This to self*

OMG THE LOOK ON MURTAGH’S FACE WHEN HE HEARS JAMIE’S VOICE IS LIKE THE SAME FACE THAT JAMIE MADE WHEN HE HEARD CLAIRE’S IN THE PRINT SHOP AND I AM SO FULL OF FEELINGS YOU GUYS

YES, HUG IT OUT, GUYS! *JOINS IN THE GROUP HUG FROM MY COUCH* I’M JUST SO HAPPY.

"I’m sorry. Citronella died. They got measles, but at least there were no mosquitoes.”

Gerhard Mueller is totally the sort of person who would shoot up a mosque or synagogue because of some bullshit, racist 4chan conspiracy theory. Entitled white men haven’t evolved at all in the last 200 years...

Yas, Claire, work that gun...

(gif source)

The way Jamie’s face lights up when Murtagh says he can do a bit of silversmithing though.

Y’ALL MURTAGH IS TOTALLY GONNA MAKE CLAIRE’S NEW RING AND THAT ANON I GOT TOTALLY CALLED IT AND I AM 1000% HERE FOR IT OMG YAAAS, SHOW, YAAAS.

Murtagh’s face when he thinks Jamie remarried is amazing. And Jamie sending Young Ian away when Murtagh asks if he married again is hilarious because like “Dude, please don’t blow up my spot about Laoghaire when I haven’t been able to fanboy with my godfather about my time traveling wife yet. And I need to fanboy about my time traveling wife with her literal #1 fan.”

*waits impatiently for Murtagh’s reaction to the Laoghaire marriage news*

For real, his reaction to that is going to be fucking aaaaaaaAAAHMAZINGGGG.

Y’ALL I WANT A CEBRF FANDOM WAR BETWEEN MURTAGH AND YOUNG IAN OVER WHO STANS CLAIRE MORE. “I regularly put my hands in other people’s body cavities for her!” “I’ve been stanning her for twice as long as you’ve been alive, laddie!”

THE CLAIRE ELIZABETH BEAUCHAMP FAN CLUB’S FOUNDING MEMBER IS BACK AND YOUNG IAN BETTER RECOGNIZE.

LOOK AT HIS FACE WHEN JAMIE SAYS THAT CLAIRE CAME BACK! AND HE FUCKING *KNOWS* WHAT THAT MEANS! HE FUCKING PRAYED FOR HER AND HER BABY FOR YEARS AND TO KNOW SHE’S SAFE AND BACK WITH JAMIE AND HIS SHIP REALLY IS ENDGAME AND I’M JUST SO FULL OF HAPPINESS.

Da!Jamie bragging about his kid is endearing afffffffff.

*again side eyes how she was treated in ep. 306*

Ok, but I love that Murtagh doesn’t just like up and change his whole life to rejoin Jamie. It’s been a long time. He has his life. He loves Jame and he loves Claire, but just like they had changed, so has Murtz.

“We’ve had trouble finding tenants.” “Yeah, no shit. Come, Jamie, let me school you.”

Murtagh in a kilt and bonnet while Jamie is in breeks and a tricorn. Murtagh rousing the Scots against the thievery of the English and Jamie trying to get them to become indebted to the English. Which one is truly keeping the spirit of Scotland alive in North Carolina?

I’d bet money that the piece of tartan Murtagh has pinned over his heart is the same piece he’s had with him since Ardsmuir.

Mueller can fuck all the way off with his “we deserve to live because we believe in God” crap.

It *is* their land you fucking piece of shit.

The scene with Mueller when he brings Claire Adawehi’s scalp got me so fucking heated because there are so many white men in this country today who share the same/very similar beliefs to him in regards to various minority groups or people they see as “Other.” Fuck each and every one of those men.

Claire’s funeral for Adawehi is very moving though.

#AdawehiDeservedBetter

You brought this on yourself, Herr Mueller. Good riddance.

But Frau Mueller, yet another woman who is the collateral damage of the shitty actions of men.

Rollo is the least intimidating guard dog ever.

HE REMEMBERS HER SONG AND IT’S LIKE THEIR LITTLE INSIDE JOKE AND HE DOES HIS LITTLE DANCE AND HER FACE AND HIS FACE AND GUYS I AM SO FULL OF FEELINGS AND I LOVE THE TWO OF THEM SO MUCH AND GUYS I AM SO EXCITED FOR MURTAGH TO BE AGGRESSIVELY #TEAMCLAIRE WHEN HE FINDS OUT ABOUT LAOGHAIRE AND FOR HIM TO MEET BREE AND EVEN FOR HIM TO MEET WILLIE AND GUYS THEY SAVED MURTAGH AND I LOVE MURTAGH AND YOU DID A GOOD THING, SHOW.

Ok the letter that Bree left for Roger makes him look even worse for going after her tbh. Like he wasn’t supposed to see it for a year and it was like clearly an “open if I’m dead” thing so like he knows she clearly is intending to come back. But instead of listening to her, he off and does what he thinks is right instead. Which means he’s learned *nothing* since the proposal. Fuck that guy.

Roger really is Frank. He wants a marriage like Frank and Claire had pre-stones. Where it's all about him and what he wants to do and the wife is just along to support him in that endeavor. *gestures at episode 101* Between reading the books again and watching this season, Roger really is the worst and I don't think the show will do anything that comes close to redeeming him since *gestures at how they wrote Jamie last season* so at this point I ship Bree with her damn self. She doesn't need a man to live her fullest life. Especially one like fucking Roger.

Bree is too good for Roger and this is the hill I will die on.

But y’all! Bree’s gonna get to be with her mom again! And meet Jamie! And look hot af in period clothes! AND MEET MURTAGH!

*focuses aggressively on that instead of Rape and Rogergate*

GUYS MURTAGH IS BACK!!!!!!!!!

#* #outlander starz #outlander 4x05 #drunj!der yells about outlander

[bastardnev]

That Guy Next Door -- Ch. 14

MORNIN LADS we’ve only got a few more chapters left to go and im getting Emo

tagging: @tylerblacks @joonhobi @rivela @aliciasfox @sailor-slam-dunk @kidvoodoo @smolsammichu @simulated-heat @douglas-leon-michael @1dluver13xx -- and, just for this chapter since it’s got Her Boy in it, im gonna tag @cruisingforcruiserweights :3c (lemme know if you wanna be added to my tag list!!)

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As Neville had learned over the years, the annual family vacation was always a chore, mainly because no one could ever agree on where they wanted to go. Jen wanted to go to Paris (“You got money to buy plane tickets?”), Daisy wanted a road trip across the country (“Only if you promise not to ask ‘Are we there yet?’ every ten seconds.”), and Wade mostly just wanted to stay home and sleep (“And you get annoyed when I call you Wade ‘Lazyass’ Barrett.”)

This year, however, Wade was singing a very different tune with regards to how he planned on spending the summer.

“So you’re telling me that Austin has this cabin?” Neville asked one night as the two of them relaxed in Wade’s basement apartment, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Somewhere in the mountains?”

“That’s what he told me. Apparently it used to be his grandparents’ or something.” Wade was switching from channel to channel, eventually settling on some random paranormal show. Neville tried not to look too interested (it was a guilty pleasure interest of his, though he didn’t want Wade to know that). “It’s got quite a bit of room in it. He says he wants to take me there sometime.”

“Hmm.” Neville started to think (all while ‘coincidentally’ staring at the television screen). He didn’t want to invite himself to someone else’s property, but there was a part of him that was tempted to ask if they could have their vacation there. If it had a good amount of room and could house the whole group (including Mustafa, assuming he was able to come), then it might not be a bad idea.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?”

“Well…” Neville pursed his lips. “Y’know what, forget it. I don’t wanna intrude on you guys’ private time.”

“What, you and Moose wanna come? That’s fine! Leave the girls with a sitter or someone, the four of us could spend some quality time together, y’knowwhatI’msayin’?” At that, Wade nudged him with his elbow, and Neville gave him a shove.

“I’m not travelling up to the mountains to have a foursome, Wade.”

“What-- So then why even bother going?!”

Neville couldn’t believe how incredulous he sounded. “Most people don’t go on mountain trips with the intent to fuck all their friends.” He rolled his eyes, ignoring Wade’s “Because most people are cowards…” that followed his response. “I was hoping, if Moose and I are even invited, I could bring the kids too. Make that our yearly vacation.”

“I can’t see why he’d mind. He’s been dying to meet you. I’m sure he’d like to meet your children, too.” He leaned in closer, smirking. “And the man you looooove…”

Neville’s face went red, and he looked back to the television, taking a big gulp of his drink. “U-Uh…”

“What? You okay?”

“I’m fine, I just didn’t expect you to say that, that’s all… You caught me off guard.”

“I’m not being all that serious. Don’t couples casually say that they love each other all the time? It’s no big deal.”

“Um… Yeah, let’s go with that!” Neville forced a smile, staring down into his cup.

Wade took notice of his odd behavior, and he cocked his head to the side. “Okay, tell me what’s going on,” he said with a sigh.

“What? There’s nothing going on.”

“You’re acting like that again,” Wade pointed out. “I can tell when you’re worrying about something, especially when it’s Mustafa related. Go on, tell me what’s bugging you.”

Neville blinked at him, but he resigned quickly, desperate to get what he was thinking about off of his chest. “Well… I’ll be totally honest, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about if what I feel for Mustafa is actually love.”

“Does it feel like it could be love?”

“I… think it does?” He scratched the back of his head. “We… had this conversation about a month or so ago about whether or not he sees himself as being Jen and Daze’s father, and he said that he did. And, well… he might have made a brief reference to marrying me that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since.”

“For real?” Wade’s tone was softer now, and it sounded like he was genuinely happy to hear Neville say that. “God, you’re so head-over-heels for him, it’s unreal. How can you still be doubting if you love him if this is how you’re getting after the mere mention of marrying each other?”

“I’m so unsure because we still haven’t actually said ‘I love you’ yet. Not even after such a serious conversation…” Neville figured that, since a conversation like that involved their long-term future together, and since it had gone so well, at least one of them would have been able to work up the nerve and finally say those three words.

And yet, it hadn’t happened.

Something about that bothered Neville far more than it probably should have.

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t actually feel that way. One of you just has to say it.”

“It’s not that easy! I gotta do it at the right time, I gotta practice what I’m gonna say beforehand because you and I both know that I’m gonna stutter if I don’t, I gotta do it when I’m least likely to be interrupted--”

“Hey, how about this,” Wade interrupted, putting an arm around Neville’s shoulders. “I’ll talk to Austin about all of us going to his cabin over the summer. You bring Moose along with us, and you can tell him while we’re there. Nothing says ‘romance’ like professing your love in the middle of the woods miles away from civilization.”

“You have a very interesting definition of romance, you know that?”

“Damn right.”

“And this isn’t gonna end up like the time you wanted me to kiss him, is it?” Neville was wary. “I remember you making those weird faces at me during dinner.”

“Nev, let’s be real -- if Austin is near me, I will not be paying attention to what you two get up to. All I can do is hope that you’ll do what you’re supposed to be doing. That, of course, being that you’ll tell Moose you love him.”

Neville knew that Wade’s schemes were more trouble than they were worth, but this one wasn’t the worst he’d heard. He envisioned him and Mustafa awake one night, perhaps sitting by a fire pit, enjoying the night air. Such a romantic moment would surely be the perfect time to finally tell Mustafa about how deep his feelings for him were.

“Alright, Wade, you’ve got me,” Neville replied. “I’m in.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Wade reached for his phone. “I’ll text Austin and ask him what he thinks. I get the feeling that this is going to be a very interesting vacation.”

“I don’t doubt that at all…”

The few hours that it took to drive up to where the cabin was would have been a lot more bearable had Daisy not been asking “Are we there yet?” every few minutes (though Neville had fully expected this, so he couldn’t act like he was surprised), but in the end they still made it. It was bigger than Neville thought it would be, with two floors, and even a back deck. I can see why Austin would want to bring Wade up here. Neville mused to himself when he realized that there was also a hot tub. I’m sure they’d be spending lots of time in there if it were only the two of them. (He tried to ignore the look Wade gave him when Mustafa said something about wanting to go in it one night.)

Neville was admittedly a little off-put by the sheer amount of woods surrounding the cabin, but this was yet another thing that he expected, so he had no right to complain. Still, though, he and the rest of his family were farther away from civilization than he would like them to be.

Austin had warned him against worrying, however, saying that there was “nothing to be afraid of, kid.”

“Is there anything even in those woods? Chipmunks? Bunnies? Sasquatch?” Neville responded, not taking his eyes off of the trees.

“Yes, yes, and maybe. And, well, bears.” At this, Neville’s eyes widened, and Austin gave him a pat on the shoulder, shooting him a big grin. “But hey, they’re just like big raccoons. They won’t bug you if you don’t bug them.”

“But what if one of us runs into one? What do we do then?”

“Mind your own business, that’s what.” And with one last wink from Austin, their conversation ended, and Neville had made a mental note to have a talk with the girls about not wandering into the dense brush without adult supervision (though he wasn’t entirely sure if any of the adults on this vacation were adequately prepared to deal with wild bears, least of all the pipsqueak that owned the property).

There were three bedrooms in the cabin, each with only one bed in it -- which was a problem to no one except for Jen, who was complaining about having to share a bed with her sister (“She snores, daddy!” She had said, a statement Neville admittedly doubted). After being informed that her only other option was the couch, her tune changed, and she was suddenly on board with sharing. Let’s hope Daze doesn’t actually snore. For her sake.

“So, what’s on the agenda for the next couple of days?” Mustafa asked Neville that evening following dinner once the two of them had returned to their bedroom, plopping down on the bed. “Other than avoiding bears, of course,” he added with a playful grin.

“Hey, don’t act like I was wrong in bringing that up,” Neville responded, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Last thing I need is for someone to go wandering off. Six people came to this cabin, and six people are gonna leave this cabin at the end of the week. No less. Or more, for that matter.”

“Damn, there go my plans of sneaking a bear into the trunk. Now I gotta think of a new birthday gift idea for you.”

“Very funny.”

“Look, I get why you’re worried, but I really think you can trust what Austin says about bears not being a real threat. We just can’t go out after dark.”

“You say this now, but I know you’ll get scared if you come across one.”

“That depends, am I alone?”

“That’s up to you.”

“Well, if I’m alone, the I’d definitely be freaked out. But if you’re with me…” Mustafa’s hand snaked over to Neville’s, and he smirked and added, “Well, I’ll just push you towards the bear and make a run for it.”

Before Neville could say anything more, he heard the sound of Daisy squealing, as well as some giggling coming from the room next door. “Oh, God, are they jumping on the bed?” The next sound they both heard was that of a thump -- which meant that one of them had probably fallen off the bed -- followed by even more laughter. “Oh yeah, they definitely are.”

“You can’t let them have any fun, can you?” Mustafa chuckled as Neville knocked on the wall, hoping that his message came across clearly through that.

“How fun can it really be if they’re crashing to the floor? Nothing against Austin, but I don’t think Mr. Mountain Man is adequately prepared to deal with either one of those kids when they’re injured.” Neville barely was, and he was their own father.

“About what you said before, though,” Neville continued, “I think Austin mentioned something about heading into a nearby town tomorrow and getting some supplies that we’ll need for the next few days. We can look around and see what other stuff is in the area.” Knowing his daughters, they were going to want to check out every local attraction and gift shop. And he also knew that his wallet would be begging for mercy by the end of the trip.

“I was doing some research the other night, and I saw that there’s this zoo not too far away. Maybe one day we can go there?”

“That’s a possibility.”

“Oh, and I was also thinking…”

While Neville wanted to pay attention to the other suggestions Mustafa had for activities, he was primarily thinking about one of his main goals for that week -- to find a moment to finally tell Mustafa that he loved him. That played a big part in why he even agreed to go to this cabin in the first place. He needed to pick an appropriate time -- not tonight, but maybe tomorrow? Maybe if they found themselves alone in that hot tub, like Mustafa had suggested earlier…

“Nev?”

“Hmm?” All thoughts of a wet Mustafa were (unfortunately) driven from Neville’s mind when he spoke.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Of course I am!” He scoffed. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Mustafa didn’t seem convinced by this. “What did I just say?”

Neville pursed his lips. “‘Are you listening to me?’”

This prompted Mustafa to give him a light smack on the arm, and he rolled his eyes. “Smartass.”

“Only for you.”

Neville had told himself to expect the unexpected when it came to this trip. As such, he wasn’t surprised by Daisy’s whining during the ride to the mountains, nor was he too surprised by how deep in the woods the cabin was.

And yet, somehow he was surprised by how difficult it was to find a moment alone with Mustafa.

As planned, on their first day they went into the local town and browsed the stores. Neville knew that he wasn’t going to get a chance to tell Mustafa anything important during this trip, especially since Mustafa was far too preoccupied with finding little knick knacks that had the name ‘Adrian’ on it to pay attention. (“Moose, what am I going to do with a light-up keychain?” “It has your name on it! The possibilities are endless!”)

The following day saw them going to the zoo that Mustafa mentioned. All in all it was a lovely day, and after finding themselves sitting on a bench for a few moments while the others were petting the rabbits, Neville thought he had a chance. Then a nosy peacock had showed up behind him, and Neville was too on edge from the way it was staring it him to work up the nerve to say ‘I love you’. I can’t escape my feud with fucking birds even when I’m on vacation.

Then they had gone on a nature walk through a park not too far from the cabin -- one that was still surrounded by a forest, but was supposedly bear free. If it were only the two of them on this vacation, then the little bridge that hung over the creek would have been the perfect spot. With the water gently flowing below and the sounds of nature surrounding them, Neville couldn’t think of a better moment.

It wasn’t just the two of them, however, which meant that this was another excursion where Neville wasn’t able to do what he wanted to do (especially not while Daisy was chasing Jen around with the various bugs she was finding in the mud).

He couldn’t even blame Wade’s meddling for his lack of alone time opportunities -- he had stuck to his word and left Neville to his own devices, instead preoccupying himself with whatever it was that Austin was doing. Though it pained him to admit it, Neville regretted letting him do this. If anything, having Wade around would be helpful -- he knew that he’d be easily able to clear out a room and give Neville and Mustafa some time to themselves. Why is it that no matter what I try to do with this man, somehow it ends up biting me in the ass in the end?

Neville toyed with the idea of asking him for some help, but he knew that would be difficult. He couldn’t even find a few minutes alone with his own boyfriend (other than the time they spent in their bedroom, which was not the place he planned on telling him something so important -- especially not with the strict ‘no sexual intercourse’ rule that Austin insisted on enforcing), let alone Wade.

Regardless of Neville’s plans, the fact was that at that moment Wade wasn’t helping him, and now there he was, resting on the living room couch with Mustafa, Wade, and Austin on their final evening at the cabin. It was getting late, both Jen and Daisy having ‘gone off to bed’ (Neville was fully convinced that they were planning on staying up for the rest of the night), and it looked like the four of them would be doing the same soon.

“What time is it?” Neville asked, looking through the nearby glass doors that led to the outside deck. He could barely see a thing in the darkness.

Mustafa lazily lifted his head off his shoulder, checking the time on his phone. “Almost midnight. Way too late to be up, since we’ve got a long drive home tomorrow,” he replied.

“Ugh, I almost forgot about that…” Wade complained.

“Nothing’s stopping you from staying here for a few more days, y’know…” Austin muttered. “I wouldn’t mind having you.”

“A fantastic idea!” Neville grinned, clapping his hands together. “Go on, Wade, stay here for another day. Or twenty.”

“Nice try. You’re not getting away from me that easily.”

“Damn.”

Austin sat up, stretching. “We should be getting to bed soon, though. Last thing we all need is someone falling asleep behind the wheel.” He stood up, looking to Wade. “You coming?”

“Shouldn’t we wait until the fire burns out completely?” Wade gestured to the fireplace in the corner of the room. The fire wasn’t out completely, though it looked like it wouldn’t be lit for much longer. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you all, but I don’t wanna die in a blazing inferno with you. I’d rather my final moments be something a little cooler.”

Neville snorted. “Like what, dare I ask?”

“I dunno… Shot to death via laser beam?”

As Neville raised an eyebrow at this response, Austin asked, “So the three of you’ll stay up ‘till the fire goes out, then?”

“I guess so.”

Right as Wade said that, Neville realized something, and he snapped to attention. Austin was going to bed, and Wade was debating going with him. He and Mustafa would be left alone.

This was his chance.

“Moose and I can stay up,” he quickly said. “You guys can go to bed now. We don’t mind -- right, Moose?”

Mustafa shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

“See? Don’t worry about it. Go to bed.” He shot Wade a look, silently praying that he understood what he was trying to say with that glare. Wade frowned, but he didn’t ask anymore questions -- and why would he want to, seeing as Neville and Mustafa staying awake meant that he could finally go and rest?

“Whatever you say.” Wade got up, putting an arm around Austin. “Night, lads.”

Once everyone had said their good nights, Austin and Wade left the room, Neville waiting until their footsteps had faded away completely before pulling Mustafa closer to him. “Thank God, they’re finally gone…”

Mustafa rested his head back down on Neville’s shoulder, grinning. “They’re probably about to go break some rules, if you catch my drift.”

“‘No fucking unless I’m the one doing the fucking’ was more or less what I got out of Austin’s little ‘adults only’ rules presentation from the other night.”

“Mm, I wish we didn’t have to leave tomorrow…” Mustafa whined. “I love it up here. I don’t wanna leave.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun.” Neville kissed the top of his head. “All I want is to see you happy.”

“Did you have fun, too?”

“Of course. Mostly because I had you with me, though.”

“Good thing I have summers off, huh?”

Only a few embers remained in the fireplace, and the room was growing dark, only a faint glow illuminating the two of them. The scene was romantic -- just romantic enough for Neville to finally say what was on his mind.

Just as he was about to, however, Mustafa interrupted him. “Wanna turn a light on or something? I can barely see.”

“You afraid of the dark, Moose? Aww… Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He wrapped both arms around Mustafa, holding him tightly.

“I don’t need protection.” Mustafa wriggled his way out of Neville’s grasp. “I just don’t wanna hurt my eyes. Otherwise I’ll need glasses like your dorky ass.”

“Gee, thanks.” Neville nodded towards the glass sliding door. “Turn on the light for the deck, that should be bright enough.”

Mustafa stood up from the couch, walking over to the light switch on the wall. “Which one was it again?”

“Uh…” Neville vaguely remembered Austin mentioning which one it was, but he’d be damned if he could recall what he said. “Try the one on the far left.”

Mustafa did as he was told, and he turned it on, instead switching on the overhead living room light. It surprised Neville, who covered his eyes, which were hurting from the sudden brightness. “Turn that off!” He hissed, trying to keep his voice down so as to not wake the others with their stupidity.

“Sorry, sorry!” Mustafa replied, hurriedly shutting the light off and trying the next switch. “Ah.” Neville still had his eyes covered, but he assumed from this comment that Mustafa had finally found the right light.

“It’s about time.” Neville was giving his eyes one last rub when he heard Mustafa say something under his breath.

“B… Bear?”

“Hmm?” Was that supposed to be a new pet name for Neville or something? “What is it?”

“Bear.”

“What?”

“Bear!!” Before Neville could properly register what was going on, Mustafa was off and running, and he dived on top of him, nearly crushing Neville in the process.

“What do you mean?” Neville managed to shove him off, but Mustafa still held his arm tightly.

“Bear…” He once again said, pointing towards the glass door. Neville followed his gaze, and his jaw dropped when he saw what he was talking about.

There was a large black bear staring at them.

Well, fuck.

“Jesus!!” Neville gasped, and Mustafa held him even tighter. The bear seemed just as surprised as they were, and without hesitation it turned around and ran towards the treeline, footsteps booming on the wood of the deck, disappearing almost as quickly as it appeared. Neville quickly got off of the couch, running towards the door.

“What are you doing?!” Mustafa’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Checking to make sure the door is locked, obviously!” He replied.

“What, do you think it’s gonna try opening it?! Like a bear’s gonna see the door is locked and think ‘Well, shit, not gonna get in there any time soon!’?!”

“Shush!”

The latch on the door was secure, and after taking a quick look at the front door in the other room Neville was able to determine that they were in the clear. No bears would be breaking in that night (hopefully).

He returned back to the living room, finding a very visibly shaken Mustafa curled up on the couch. “Moose?” Neville asked, concerned, sitting next to him. Mustafa latched on to him almost immediately. “He’s gone, don’t worry about it.”

“I-I wasn’t expecting that…” Mustafa breathed out, swallowing. “He scared the shit out of me.”

“I can tell.” Neville started to stroke his hair, gently. “It’s alright, though. We scared him off. He’s not gonna come back.”

“Did you hear those footsteps? That was a really big bear. Imagine the damage he can do with those paws?” Slowly, a smirk had begun to work its way across Mustafa’s face. “I can’t bear the thought.”

Neville blinked at him, and he let out a deep sigh through his nose, shaking his head. “You really just said that, didn’t you?”

“Oh, I did. Hey, if my puns are so unbearable, then you shouldn’t have invited me on this vacation.”

“Stop that!”

“I’m being bear-y annoying, aren’t I?”

“Weren’t you afraid only a few seconds ago? Can we go back to that time? So that I don’t have to listen to your silly jokes anymore?”

“Bear with me for a little bit, Nev, and let me have some fun!”

“Only I would fall in love with a man obsessed with puns.”

Mustafa’s giggles came to a stop, and he looked at him, Neville’s stomach clenching once he realized that he finally told Mustafa that he loved him. It came out so easily, so naturally, that he hadn’t even noticed at first.

Something else that came about very naturally was the fear that Neville suddenly felt.

“You love me?” Mustafa asked, sounding oddly unsure.

“I-- Well… Yes, I do. I love you.” It sounded even more genuine now that he’d said it a second time. “Why are you so shocked?”

“It’s just…” He clicked his tongue. “No guy’s ever told me that and meant it before. I’ve never been in a serious relationship like this. Wasn’t sure I’d ever be in one.”

“Oh…” Neville thought back to when Mustafa had first told him about the last boyfriend he’d had -- the one who cheated on him. He had mentioned something about their relationship being serious, and Neville had assumed there was talk of loving each other. Knowing how it all ended, Neville knew that clearly this ex didn’t mean a damn word he said, and he’d broken Mustafa’s heart.

And suddenly, Neville was overwhelmed with the urge to punch something.

“I truly do mean it when I say that I love you, Mustafa,” Neville said, intertwining their fingers. “You mean so much to me, and to the kids, and I… don’t know what I’d do without you. You’ve made my life so much better.”

“Nev…” Mustafa looked lost for words. “You mean a lot to me, too. I can’t even begin to imagine not being with you. And both the kids and Wade have been so welcoming of me, I really feel like I’m apart of your little family.”

“Because you are, Moose.”

“I…” He seemed stuck again, but the words that he did manage to say were the ones that Neville had been waiting so long to hear.

“I love you, too.”

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