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finally finished kinnporshe, and tbh im sad bc i wanted so badly to absolutely love it but i have so many mixed feelings
just some thoughts:
bad stuff first
1. i really did like the show up until around ep 6-7, then things just slowly (then very quickly) started falling apart tbh
2. lots of pacing issues, some plot holes, predictability
3. was i supposed to care about kim/chay at all? like? chay’s obsession with kim was so goofy and their chemistry was nonexistent like what a horrendously pointless plotline tbh they should’ve just cut the couple all together it literally added nothing (give jeff something with substance please i beg)
4. speaking of chay... barcode’s acting.... um. chile anyways so
5. i loved kinnporsche’s dynamic but then after they got together they totally fell flat and were like every other mediocre 2d couple i’ve seen in less hyped bl’s like... where did that fun dynamic go
6. why was everyone so stupid for most of the second half? where was the common sense? tankhun of all people was really the one with the most common sense tbh he said “why are you all suddenly becoming stupid” and he meant that
7. there so much hype for vegaspete, i was SO excited for them going into this and? all we were given was torture, a sort of stockholm syndrome, then pete left. i have some qualms about bible’s acting too (it took him a while to find his footing but he wasn’t bad later on, i’d say the tail end of pete’s captivity onward he got substantially better). with the relationship, not enough happened to justify pete’s feelings for vegas. i can kind of see why vegas feels how he does for pete, although it feels very shallow and like he is far too dependent on pete, considering literally the only reason he didn’t shoot himself was bc pete came back. as for pete... i just don’t buy the whole starting to love vegas while being held captive/tortured, just bc he felt bad for him regarding his dad? idk
8. by the end watching it felt like a chore... idk i just wish the energy and spirit and quality of the first maybe 5-ish episodes stuck around bc everything after that was just. boring. flat. predictable. kinda cringe-y at a lot of points
9. character development was really there at first and then it’s like it was too much work for them bc they just seemed to drop it at a certain point and personalities just started completely being drained out of everyone
10. this is a small random thing but it kept bothering me... people would have their guns out and trained on someone, and then gave that person enough time to slowly, VERY visibly get their guns out so there could be a showdown? like what’s the point of having your gun trained on someone if you’re gonna allow them to point one back??? shit made no sense lmao
11. unrealistic fights... tbh this isn’t just kinnporsche, it’s a big theme in action genre in general, but like.. wym everyone has guns and aren’t shy in shooting until the mains get close, then suddenly they’re given enough time to take out massive groups one by one bc the enemies just... let them. plenty of instances of characters taking down a baddie and then just standing there before the next guy comes up, which would’ve been ample time to get shot, but the baddies are just like nah let’s fist fight :) i understand plot armor but at least make it make sense
honorable mention: i know subtitles aren’t production’s fault so i’m not going to fault them for this but. holy shit. who was subtitling this, they were absolutely godawful ie. changing curses into ‘fudge’, ‘frick’, etc (are we six? why can we see murder and violence but curse words are where lines are drawn), and grammar being butchered
okay i know i listed all these negative points, i will say that the show wasn’t a COMPLETE flop. some positives...
1. apo was great. i loved the little mannerisms he gave porsche, the physicality of him, just overall i really enjoyed his acting
2. build was also consistently good. for most of the series, he wasn’t given as much to do, but he really was a standout particularly at the end of the series (that tub scene was a shining light in a show that otherwise had dulled by this point) and pete’s journey was actually interesting but imo we just weren’t given enough time with it
3. i know vegaspete was a negative but i will say that there could be some positives there. they could have a very interesting dynamic if were given enough time with them and really got to the root of their motives with each other. i MIGHT be interested in having a story about them, but i’d be really wary about the story going in the same direction as kinnporsche (initially interesting before turning into something kinda boring)
4. the theme song. THE THEME SONG. A BOP. it’s such an earworm omg it’ll be stuck in my head for months
finally.. the final ep. this one really can’t go into the negatives or positives. on one hand, this episode finally marked a massive uptick in quality after so many boring eps. not only was it unpredictable as hell, but we finally got our characters finding their personalities again, common sense made a return, and we ACTUALLY got some mafia activity. i signed up for a show with gang/mob plotline, and it felt like we had lost virtually all of that for the second half of the series. why couldn’t we have had quality like this in pervious eps? i’m not saying there had to be a shootout in every episode, but something with psychological meat. with that being said, i think they kind of overdid the plot twists in the finale. it was one after another after another of shit going down and pasts being revealed and characters kind of going batshit, that it really started to get ridiculous by the time porsche’s mom and korn were revealed to still be alive. korn’s reasoning for everything that happened was so silly that it really made me pause the ep entirely just to be like... are you fr? really? goofy stuff. also, throwing in the casual mention of sexual violence against one of the show’s only women as a reason for angst for the male characters was so beyond lame and unnecessary. idk how i felt about the whole porsche being head of the minor family, it was fine ig. overall, the final ep really gave me whiplash
idk i’m just so sad bc at this point 99% of the super super hyped thai shows i go into at this point i wind up being disappointed in?? and i want so badly to bc the ones that hit REALLY hit. but they’re just so rare. idk like japan has completely taken over in terms of quality imo, i really don’t trust thai bls anymore atp which is sad bc even the ones that are finally taking a step away from the insanely overused tropes wind up boring or poorly written in the end
anyway just my opinion let me wallow!!
#kinnporsche#negativity tw#i wanted so badly to love it im so sad#it's literally been a year since it came out so no one cares but let me rant!!!#anyway#let me finally watch the last episode of our dining table to get me in a better mood
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Soft Launch pt.6
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Final part girlies!!!! It’s been fun lol. Let me know if you want to see anything specific next🫶🏻
summary: It’s been a year since Austin; Lance and y/n are happier than ever before. They want to announce something the opposite way the did with their relationship. No more soft launch’s. This is a hard launch.
pairing: Lance Stroll x reader
rating: PG-13
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“Mommy! Dinner is all done” Brooks says while grabbing my hand and dragging me into the dining room.
“Oh it looks amazing B. Did you do this all yourself?” I inquire, winking at Lance who is setting the table.
“No mommy, Lance helped me!” he shouted
“Oh did he?” I giggled picking Brooks up and kissing him.
“He’s the chef. I just take orders from him” Lance says, placing the bowl of pasta in the middle of the table.
“Well you two did a wonderful job.” I say, giving Brooks another kiss and putting him down.
“We made your favorite just for you” the 4 year old shouted from his place across from me.
“Oh baby you know me sooo well” I giggle at him before Lance pulled me into a side hug.
Tomorrow was our last day all together before Brooks goes to Matt’s for the week and Lance goes to São Paulo and Lance insisted that he would cook for us tonight. It’s been two years since we started dating and it’s been bliss. I was nervous at first because we are both younger and I was recently divorced at only 25. But Lance didn’t care that I was divorced and had a 2 year old. He loved Brooks like his own from the very start. Now we are 27 and 28 living between Nashville and London and I couldn’t be happier. He’s the one that brings out the best in me, always and I do the same for him.
Lance’s voice shook me from my thoughts, “Lemme take your plate y/n”
“Oh thanks, let me do the dishes? You cooked it’s only fair” I plead. The dinner was delicious and he put so much effort into it, I wanted to try to do something to make it up to him.
“It’s okay, let me clean them up. Take Brooks to bed and I’ll be done when you come back down” he insists, shooting down my request.
“Okay, okay. Brooks, baby, let’s go get ready for bed. We have to get up early tomorrow to have breakfast with Chloe and Scotty” I call for the 4 year old.
“Night bud. Sleep well, I’ll see ya in the morning” Lance said, giving him a hug.
“Night night Lance” he says, giving the driver a hug before sprinting up the stairs.
“I’ll be down in a few Lance” I say, following him up the stairs.
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After Brooks has finished his routine, I walk to my room and put on a clean pair of pajamas. I notice Lance’s clothes in the hamper, signaling to me he changed while I was putting Brooks to bed.
Sighing, I walk down the stairs and into the den to find Lance scrolling lazily through HBO.
“What do you wanna watch?” I ask when he continued flipping though the show options.
“The Conquest?” He jokingly suggests the show I made an appearance in during the first two seasons.
“Ew no” I laugh at his suggestion. I absolutely hate watching and hearing myself, especially an explicit show like The Conquest.
“Why not? You have some great scenes” he smirked at me, referencing the X-rated scenes that filled the “Game of Thrones” prequel.
“You act like you don’t see the real thing” I roll my eyes as he bursts out laughing.
“I’m only playing, We’ll watch SVU?” Lance settled, pulling me into his arms and turning on our favorite show. 
We watched 3 episodes before calling it a night and settling into our shared bed.
“Are you still okay with hosting Scotty and Chlo tomorrow?” He asks, face lit up by his phone.
“Yes, of course. It’ll be great. I’ll go and pick up the food at 8” I reassure him. I love having Chloe and Scotty at our house. Especially right before everyone leaves for a week.
“Okay babe. I just want everything to be great” he sighs.
“It will be, promise” I say, kissing him and turning out my light.
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“Hey!! Food looks amazing y/n!” Scotty shouts, barging into the kitchen with orange juice and champagne in his arms. “I brought what you requested” he said, putting it down and hugging me.
“Thanks Scotty” I say, hugging him back. “Lance and Brooks are setting up in the sunroom” stretching my hand out to point towards where they resided.
“Hi girl!! You look amazing” Chloe’s voice replaces Scotty’s.
“Hi honey” I say, hugging her. “Do you want a drink? The boys are out back.” I offer her a mimosa to start the day off.
“Oh yeah, I love how you make them” she giggled, popping the top off the champagne as I grabbed four flutes.
I made four mimosas for the adults and an orange juice for Brooks, before heading into the back yard. It was gorgeous out there. Lance had arranged the back yard to look like we were in paradise. Lights were up around the porch, the new backyard furniture was set up around a new table he had ordered and candles were lit up, despite it being 11 am.
After I set the drinks out we all went back to get the food we had ordered and prepared and arranged the table.
Our brunch was amazing. The love I have for Chloe and Scotty is unmatched. Watching Scotty chase Brooks around the yard while Lance, Chloe, and I talk future vacations fills me with so much joy. I can’t believe what I have gained in the past two years. Chloe has told me before that she’d never seen Lance like this before he met me….that sent me into tears. I just can’t imagine where I’d be without them.
“Mmh… If I may, I’d like to make a toast” Scotty’s voice rang through the yard and glancing over I see him. Standing at the head of the table, Brooks on his shoulders with orange juice to match Scotty’s mimosa.
“Eh let’s here it” Lance chimes up, his arms pull me down next to him.
“Not much but you guys are the fucking best. I-..”
“Scott”, Chloe chastised him.
“Oh shit sorry… hey Brooksy earmuffs man” he stumbles, Brooks doing as he says so as to not here the words that are most used in Scotty’s vocabulary.
“As I was saying….You guys are the fucking best. We absolutely love coming to visit you both here and I think Chloe agrees when I say you two are a fucking pair” he finished his toast but chugging the mimosa in his hand and tapping Brooks to signal his hands could come off his ears.
“Aww thanks Scotty, we love you guys too. I’m so so happy you guys travel to come see us whenever you can. Lance and I are so lucky to have you both.” I say, tears beginning to prick at my eyes. Yes I know I’m emotional…whatever.
I feel Lance’s hand release mine as he stands up. “Well since we’re on the topic of toasts… I’ll give it a go. Yeah?” He speaks, looking to everyone.
“Okay so obviously I want to thank Scotty and Chlo for stopping in Nashville for the day before going to São Paulo, it means a lot. To the both of us” he starts, motioning between us. “Uh.. next I want to thank Brooks for being the kindest and greatest kid I’ve ever met. You are such a good son, friend, and all around kid. And of course I’ve gotta thank you y/n. Before I met you I was a 26 year old that didn’t care about much. But since I met you I care about everything and more. You are such a good mom and a total badass all around. Everyday I see you use things you’ve learned before and put them into lessons for us to learn. You have such a fucking brillant mind and I love when I wake up in the middle of the night to find you playing the piano or writing a new song. You are and will always be everything I’ve ever wanted and needed. I told you a while back that you were my endgame….”
I thought my heart exploded during his toast but hearing the word “endgame” made it stop. I remember that night in Austin a year ago. He told me he wasn’t going to ask then but it was coming. Now I think it’s here.
“Will you marry me y/n?” He said, down on one knee ring shining up at me.
I’m frozen in my spot. I keep trying to talk and nothing is coming out. I already know the answer and I think he does too.
My voice finally returns to me. “Of course I will” I utter, the tears once pricking at my eyes fulling falling down my face.
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Thicker Than Blood (Aemond x OC) Chapter 6
AN: I hate doing chapters based off of episodes lol. That’s why this took so long
word count: 1,652 words
Last part, next part
He sent the dress back to me and along with it, sapphire earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet.
Does he think he can win me over so easily with flattery? I don’t wish to think it but he likely can.
I put the jewellery and dress into a drawer so I can pretend it doesn’t exist and I make sure i’m all prepared for supper. Though, I hardly believe a ‘family’ meal will go very well. I can see how Aemond still holds hostility towards my brothers. I make my way down the halls in a black dress this time. Red and black, black and red; it’s all that had been packed for such an occasion. Aemond looks at me when I enter the dining room, disturbing his own conversation with his brother or rather disturbing the scolding he was giving about Aegon’s wine consumption. I take my seat next to Jacaerys and to my utter disappointment, I can see that my least favourite uncle will be sitting to my left.
It isn’t very long before the King arrives. We all stand in silence to watch him be brought in. It is the most awkward kind of quiet that you can imagine as he is placed down between my mother and the Queen. We all sit once again, shuffling into place uncomfortably.
“How good it is… to see you all tonight… together.” My grandsire starts before seeming to lose his train of thought.
“Prayer before we begin?” Alicent offers so that her husband need not exert himself anymore.
“Yes.” He breathes out.
The prayer begins normally with the words that any pious woman would speak. The part that catches my attention is when she says, “And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest.” I glance up to my stepfather who looks ever so amused.
The King goes on to speak about how it is an occasion for celebration. When he mentions the betrothals, I bite my lip and can’t help but look at Aemond whose eyes are already on me. We all toast to my siblings and I control the urge to glare as Aegon leans across me.
“Well done, Jace. You’ll finally get to lie with a woman.” He smirks at his own comment and I scoff. Jacaerys clenches his jaw and takes a sip of his wine to stifle his anger.
Grandsire toasts to Lucerys as Lord of the Tides and I smile softly as Rhaena whispers words of encouragement to him.
“You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that.” Aegon whispers across to me to my brother once again.
“You ought to watch your mouth, Aegon.” I speak and he looks at me now.
“You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my sister and my betrothed.” Jace retorts but Aegon ignores him and smirks at me.
“Sad you’re not the one he’s putting his cock in?” He says quietly enough so only I hear.I feel myself fill with anger and I open my mouth to speak but the King stands to make a speech.
“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world… yet grown so distant from each other… in years past.” He stops to remove his golden mask and I try not to gasp at the sight of his missing eye.
Like father, like son.
“My own face… is no longer a handsome one… if indeed it ever was. But tonight… I wish you to see me… as I am. Not just a king… but your father.” I am slightly surprised when his eyes fall to Aegon over his firstborn. “Your brother. Your husband… and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems… walk for much longer among you.” He drops the mask. “Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances, if not for the sake of the crown… then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.” I can see the gears turning in my mother’s head as she hears the end of the speech. She finally decides to stand.
“I wish to raise my cup to her grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood… more loyally by his side than his good wife. She had tended to him with unfailing devotion, love, and honour. And for that, she has my gratitude… and my apology.” She finishes her toast and sits once again and we all wait for a response from my good grandmother. I watch as Alicent thinks through her response.
“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers… and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow.” Alicent stands. “I raise my cup to you… and to your house. You will make a fine queen.” And with that it is like a veil is lifted. 20 years of anger almost seem to be forgiven in a moment. We all raise our cups to each other. I look over as Aemond only raises his to me. I suppose some wounds take longer to heal.
Things seem to all be going well until Aegon speaks again. He is talking to me but I know his words are to anger my brother.
“He never would have pleased you anyway, niece. If you wish to know true satisfaction then all you have to do is ask.” I don’t let his words get to me but they get to Jacaerys, who stands and slams his hands down on the table.
“Jace.” Baela says softly all it takes is one word from her to calm him. He stands awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat and I roll my eyes as Aemond stands as well.
Stupid cock fight.
I glare at Aemond. If he’s disheartened then he doesn’t show it. Jacaerys gives Aegon a playful punch on the shoulder and begins a halfhearted speech about fond childhood memories which makes me chuckle lightly at the uncomfortable situation.
“... To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles.” He grabs Aegon’s shoulder again and gives another friendly punch and the look on my uncle's face is priceless.
“To you as well.” Aegon mumbles out and Helaena mumbles something about beasts from next to him.
“Well done, my boy.” Our grandsire compliments.
“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena.” Helaena says as she stands. “They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… except sometimes when he’s drunk.” I hear my stepfather laugh but I mostly just feel pity for her situation, though Aegon's embarrassment is amusing.
“Good.” Otto says something nice for once.
In an attempt to move the conversation elsewhere, the King says, “Let us have some music.”
Jacaerys clearly isn’t over the situation as he whispers “Excuse me.” to Baela and walks over to our aunt, asking her to dance. I don’t miss the look Aegon and Aemond share.
For a few moments, everything is at peace. We are all jovial and joking with each other like we never hated one another. Aemond makes no such jests. Things are almost perfect then the King seems to feel the pain of his ailments and has to be lifted out of the room. My family stands as he is taken away but the Queen assures us that it is fine to sit. Things are uncomfortable once again.
I don’t notice the roast pig until it is placed on the table. I try to ignore it and Jace is busy dancing but Luke is attentive. He smirks at the sight and I give him a warning look but I don’t catch his eye. Though, my expression does catch the eye of Aemond, who looks furious. The music stops when Aemond slams his fist down on the table as he stands.
“Final tribute.” I feel nervous as he raises his cup. “To the health of my nephews, Jace… Luke… and Joffery.” Everyone notices the lack of mention of me and our littlest brothers. “Each of them handsome, wise… strong.”
“Aemond.” His mother scolds as I fight the urge to smack him.
“Come… let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”
“I dare you to say that again.” Jacaerys interjects.
“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?” I rise to my feet and walk slightly away from the table. Jace swiftly punches Aemond in the face and Lucerys walks over to help, Aegon slamming him into the table before he gets the chance. I see Aemond push Jacaerys to the floor as Baela and I pull Aegon off Luke. The guards finally get over to break up the fight and hold Jace and Luke back the first chance they get. I back off as Rhaena holds onto Baela who’s fighting for a chance to sink her teeth into Aegon.
“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother. Mm, though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.” Aemond speaks the last part loud enough for all of us to hear it. Jace breaks free of the guard’s hold on him and lunges at Aemond again but all it takes is Daemon holding a finger up to stop his stepson in his tracks.
“Go to your quarters. All of you go, now.” Mother commands and this isn’t the time to disobey. I walk off slowly enough that I can see the silent face off between Aemond and Daemon. I’m not surprised when Aemond withdraws, following us out of the room. The evening ends up a disaster.
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Tokyo in April is... Ep 4 Stray Thoughts
Last week, Kazuma and Ren began their FWB relationship. It has strict rules about how they interact. Ren doesn't face him during sex, the lights stay off, and Kazuma leaves after. They stay friendly at work with no mention of it. They also hook up every day. Kazuma seems to recognize that there's something huge holding Ren back, and decides to be patient and present for now. Meanwhile, Ren put the whole company on his back to save an ad campaign after their actor was caught up in a scandal.
Trigger Warnings for this episode: Striking a minor, discussion of sexual assault, implied harm and suicide attempt, aftermath of implied sexual assault.
One of the fun things about a show where the characters are in an active sexual relationship, is any time you're present for the sex you immediately know that there are emotional stakes in play.
I love Kazuma. I like that he can feel that Ren was tired and needed closeness. I love that he turns that into an opportunity for Ren to do something for him instead.
I'm expecting the color gays to say something about this orange shirt matching the shelves later.
I'd be overwhelmed if I was Ren, too. He has fairly-valid reasons to believe that his feelings were one-sided. He's been protecting his heart in this arrangement, but now he's forced to see how real Kazuma's feelings (which have been expressed clearly since they met again) are.
See, and I totally get Ren misunderstanding Kazuma as teens. This feels a little like Lee Wan and Shin Ki Tae in Our Dating Sim, where Wan just could not comprehend that Ki Tae could also like him.
I don't have the words to convey how sad I am that Ren believed he coerced Kazuma into sex, and felt he needed to say that to their parents because he needed to be honest about all of the events that transpired to ensure that Kazuma received effective care for his condition.
It's awful to watch, but I appreciate a mom striking the self-proclaimed assailant of her son.
An exacto knife? Fuck me.
That was intense. I like delivering the history Ren has kept to himself as he breaks over the answer he's always wanted. That Ryunosuke guy had clearly heard of Kazuma before.
Kazuma is such a boy. They got the jock-turned-diligent-office-worker energy correct.
A home cooked meal shot from the side with the kitchen available in the back. I know that this is probably a fairly standard Japanese apartment layout in Tokyo, but this is sending me all the way to What Did You Eat Yesterday? I like this shift after such a heavy sequence.
Finally, a show for the quiet gays like me. I'm not surprised the same director as Our Dining Table is involved. Those boys were also Quiet Gays (Yes, I know Minoru is bi. Let me have fun). After a rough week or two at work, just taking a day to lazily enjoy each other's company is so nice compared to some date at a sponsored location.
Ren is staying over and we're getting a domestic gay montage. I am living!!
It's hard not to notice that Ren never removes that wristband now.
Oh, timing Kazuma saying that the only thing that matters to him is Ren as Ren strokes Kazuma's sleeping face is the most touching "it's mutual" thing I've seen in a while that also reflects the characters. Kazuma will say it. Ren will show it.
The framing around a coworker leaving, ominous energy about Sanada, warnings from the pissed former employee, the info in the past, and now the actor facing over 1300 sexual harassment charges.... Implications unpleasant about Sanada and that management may already know.
Yes, please dry his hair. You are a BL boy who almost died from being soaked in the rain ten years ago. We cannot repeat our mistakes.
This conversation about just taking a bath was refreshingly gay for me. I like the tacit acknowledgement about mess.
Ah, and there's the overt confirmation about Sanada. That women looked out of it.
DRAMA NEXT WEEK WITH WORK.
This was simultaneously an incredibly sad and heavy episode, but also one of the softest and most domestic things we've had in a while. The Japanese teams are really good at that balance. You can feel Ren finally softening and letting Kazuma in. The rapport between them is solid. They feel older than a lot of the pairings we've had in Japan despite just being in their mid-20s. This is really such a fantastic show.
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The 2nd time around
I'm sorry, this took me ages to write but it's finally here. Let me know what you think about this. I’m going to update my taglist, so if you want to join just click on the link in my BIO and you’ll be able to tag yourself
Summary: Jake takes you on a 2nd date and invites you to the Navy Ball [2.4k, smut, 18+, Minors DNI, PiV, cursing, unprotected sex]
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“I’m still sorry about ruining our date.”
They were sitting in a ranch style restaurant overlooking a flock of sheep that reminded Jake of his home back in Texas.
You leaned your head on your hands, elbows on the table in a secluded corner of the porch part with a smile. “That why you brought me here to dine on fancy food? You’re feeling guilty?”
“Fucking hell, you always have to kick a guy when he’s down? I already have to live down my loopy side, nurse Clara told me all about that episode, how she thought I was really sweet when I’m on drugs.”
"Don't forget the cast." Giggling as you thought back to that episode, you watched his eyebrows furrow. “Also, you were really sweet. And stop apologizing for last time, I'm just messing with you. It was an accident… I do hope there won't be a repeat of that, I couldn't live that down."
Reaching out, Jake held out his hand for you to hold on. “I can’t make that promise but I will try my damndest to get back to you. Every time, no matter what."
"I'll hold you to that, Lieutenant." You told him, trying to sound serious yet you felt your throat constrict at the thought of never seeing him again. "It would be an awfully long time being alone. After all, you told Coyote you'd marry me."
Groaning, he grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Next time I see Javy I’m gonna kick his ass. He was supposed to keep his mouth shut.” He knew it was only a matter of time before he had told her himself but he would have liked to do it himself instead of his friend telling it to the world. “Also, on a different topic: Can you dance?”
“I, well I think I can dance, why?”
Jake sent you a soft smile, his thumb absentmindedly running over the back of your hand. “Will you be my date to the next Navy Ball?”
“What about your leg? It's still healing."
He had been grounded for a few weeks now, the fracture in his leg - albeit a clean break - was healing slowly. Too slow for him and the only upside besides getting out for physical therapy was having more time with you when pushing papers. “The cast is going to come off next week, the ball is in three. So until then I’ll be able to sweep you off your feet on the dance floor.”
“What am I going to wear? I don’t even have a formal dress.”
Three weeks later you found yourself fidgeting in your hotel room. The Navy Birthday Ball took place in Washington and Jake had booked two rooms for them, insisting, even though you had officially started dating and had been on a few dates already, he was going to be a gentleman and take it slow with you.
You felt yourself conflicted: you wanted him to be a gentleman, wanted to take it slow. But then he sent you messages with pictures in his flightsuit or nightouts with Javy in their khakis and you wondered how long you could keep your hands to yourself before Jake stopped being the gentleman his mom raised him to be. Or before you forgot yourself and just gave in to your primal urges.
A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. Walking over, you opened the door to find Jake dressed up in his Service Dress Blues. He swallowed seeing your navy blue midi dress accentuating your curves and going well with his own formal uniform. "Ma dear, our carriage awaits."
He held out his arm for you to take. Smiling softly, you put on your jacket -the weather in D.C. definitely colder than California in October- grabbed your purse and the key card. Placing your hand in the crook of his arm, you felt the muscles twitch underneath the layers of clothing. "You ready to get this show on the road?"
"Honestly, I'd much rather enjoy a date night at home with you where it's warm instead of freezing here and having to listen to all of those speeches." Jake leaned over and kissed your temple, a smile on his lips.
Giggling, you leaned your head on his upper arm, making your way out of the hotel and into the cab. Your fingers worked their way between his own, his large hands keeping yours warm, even when you were walking inside the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center where the ball was held. Even during all the speeches and introductions.
You had read up on the etiquette of how to act at the gala - the last thing you wanted to do was embarrassing Jake while he was talking to his commanding officers and admirals that attended as well. The rules were simple to follow and nothing that was too out of the way of a normal human interaction: Don't talk during the speeches and listen attentively, don't overindulge at the buffet or the bar, don't dress slutty, wear sensible heels so you can stay on your feet without them hurting and most of all - don't make it about yourself when introduced to officers of higher ranks.
Jake had kept you close to him. With Javy being deployed, you were the only thing grounding him when he wanted to do nothing more than leave.
"Ah, Lieutenant Seresin, finally we get to talk some more." Turning around you were greeted with the sight of Admiral Kazansky you had met some time earlier.
Jake straightened, saluting him. "Sir!"
A smile tugged at the older man's lips, clapping his hand on his shoulder. "At ease, son. You'll be back to this soon enough with the upcoming deployment."
You could see him stiffen, turning to you with a guilty expression. Deployment? His leg was just about healed, now he was going to be gone for who knows how long. In potential danger. Reaching out, Jake clasped your hand. Giving it a light squeeze he turned back to the admiral. "Are you prepared to get back to flying in three weeks?"
"Definitely, sir. I started training a few days ago, so I'll be up and ready to fly."
Nodding his head, Tom Kazansky turned to you. He could read the anxiety on your face like an open book. "You seem familiar, have we met before?"
"No, sir." You shook your head. "I don't believe we have. This is the first time I'm enjoying a night such as this."
He frowned, his fingers lightly running along his chin as if he was deep in thought. "I could have sworn…never mind, I do hope I'll see you more often with the Lieutenant. I'd like to know what makes you special that the Lieutenant finally brought someone that wasn't his wingman."
Putting your free hand on Jake’s arm, squeezing his hand that was holding onto yours, you nodded with confidence. "I think this won't be the last time you'll see me at a gala like this."
There. You kept it simple and didn't make it about you, only telling him what he wanted to hear.
You stayed until all formal parts of the gala were over with some dancing before Jake said good-bye to his COs and the admirals attending the ball. He grabbed your coat and helped you put it on before leading you out into the cold night.
“When were you going to tell me you are leaving.”
Jake sucked in a deep breath, his hand squeezing yours as he led you down the stairs to the sidewalk, hoping to catch a cab back to the hotel. “I got the papers a few days ago. I…I was going to tell you darlin’.”
Biting your lip, you stopped him. "Are you going to be in a lot of danger?"
"I'll be gone overseas, Afghanistan for about thirty days but that's all I can tell you." He reached up, brushing his fingers along your cheek and along your jaw. "I'm coming back. I told you, I will be marrying you."
Standing on your tiptoes you leaned up and closed the gap, your lips covering his own. All thoughts about Jake being a gentleman and taking it slow were thrown out the window. Your need to feel him and have him close to you, overwhelming your senses. No matter how easy the mission or how confident he was in his abilities, there was always a speck of danger sitting on his shoulders, a part of your brain telling you that he wasn't going to come home to you.
"Take me to bed, Lieutenant." You spoke softly, your warm breath brushing over the shell of his ear making him shiver and close his eyes.
His tongue darted out, wetting his suddenly dry lips. He could taste the wine you had with dinner and something that was just you. Swallowing, he grabbed your hand without another word and hailed a cab - thankfully one was just on the way over or he couldn't have guaranteed that he'd still be a gentleman and dragged you back inside to the bathroom.
Your head thrown back against the pillows, Jake let his lips caress the skin of your neck leaving love bites along the column of your throat, down to your breasts. His hand found its way into your hair holding tightly, like he wanted to anchor himself and make sure that you wouldn’t vanish underneath him. Wanting to take something with him before he left.
Breathing harshly with each movement of his hips against your own, the pilot looked into your face, your expressions an open book to him. “I love you.” He whispered, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss.
Your lids fluttered closed in pleasure, arching your back to give him access to your body. Jake leaned down and kissed the side of your neck, eliciting another moan from you, while his fingers played with your hard nipples.
Turning over, he pulled you on top of him, straddling his legs with his cock still buried deep inside. His hands held onto your hips, moving them back and forth with the rhythm you had established. Jake trailed his hands from your waist to your neck, pulling your head down to his face, sealing your lips with his, the muscles in your thighs trembling from the exertion. “Your pussy is so hot, baby. I’m goin’ to miss it while I’m gone.” he growled, putting his hands in your hair and pulling at the strands.
“Fuck, uh, Jake!” you cried, leaning your forehead against his, feeling the coil in your belly tighten, along with your muscles, squeezing his dick. “Don’t stop.”
One hand moved down where your bodies met, brushing his thumb against your clit, causing you to cry out again. “I want you to come, baby.” he breathed, pushing his pelvis against you.
Goosebumps broke out all over your skin, the sweat cooling on your heated body as you felt the flutter in your belly, the knot tightening, before you cried out, throwing your head back, using your hands on his broad chest as leverage. “Fuck!” Your hips still moving, trying to chase that feeling again, as Jake tightened his grip, his fingers digging into your skin.
Chest heaving, he watched you bounce on top of him, filled with pleasure and love. His cock pulsed, his orgasm finding him with full force, shooting his seed inside your cavern and coating your walls with a loud cry. He put his hands back to your neck, pulling you down to his mouth and sealing your lips with his.
Trying to get your breathing back to normal, you looked down into his sea green eyes, seeing everything you needed to know. The trust, the passion and most of all the unconditional love he gave you ever since you met. “I love you so much, baby.” you whispered against his lips, his stubble lightly scratching your skin as you felt your racing heart slow down again.
"I'll see you in a month." His words pulled you out of your thoughts from the night before.
Humming, you leaned into Jake’s embrace.
He chuckled, pulling you tighter into his arms. “Where’s your head at?”
“Hm, last night. The upcoming weeks. Don’t really know, it’s too early.”
Jake leaned down, laying a kiss on your temple and breathing in the scent of your body wash and perfume. When he had packed, you smuggled one of your shirts in his bag just so he’d have something of yours just like you grabbed one of his before he got them all in his duffle.
“Last night was incredible, I’ll be missing it once I’m overseas.”
“Maybe you’ll find a few minutes for yourself on the carrier, I’ll send you something to help you along.” You joked, but your arms tightened, not wanting to let him go.
“You little minx.” He grinned, his hand squeezing your ass at the thought of you completely naked. It was going to be long thirty days if you were sending him dirty pics every day.
A horn blasted across the pier signaling the call to board the carrier. “I need to go, darlin’.”
“I don’t want you to go. I tried to be strong but right now I really hate it.” Your eyes turned glossy at the thought of having to let him go, sleeping alone again after he had spent most of his off days with you. “I know it’s your job and I’m so fucking proud, but it sucks.”
Jake brushed his hands along your cheeks, catching a stray tear that had escaped your eyes with his thumb. “I’ll be back before you know it and then I’ll be on leave for a few weeks. We could visit my folks back in Texas.”
Nodding your head you leaned on your tiptoes and sealed your lips with his one last time until he really had to leave. One last call and he was grabbing his duffel, making his way to the gangway. “I’ll meet you here in a month, Lieutenant!” You earned a few sympathetic looks from the other military spouses crowding the pier and sending their loved ones off.
“See ya in a month, darlin’!” He called back, blowing you a kiss and saluting you before he disappeared inside the ship. Your heart aching at the thought of not waking up next to him, making love or enjoying a night in front of the TV, you commenting on the game he watched and Jake stating his opinion on the movie that was playing.
Hell, it was going to be a month. You’d survive this and the next one as well, it would just help you grow stronger together.
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My weekly roundup CW 18
I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking in relation to the previous week on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists!). These are just my personal opinions and preferences.
And yes, this will contain spoilers!
☼ 1. Love Mate
I am thrilled and I decided to ignore the permanent crossing of boundaries. The series is so funny and not in a too embarrassing way. I cringe insanely fast and here it really kept within limits because the jokes just ended in time and were not exhausted until it hurts. We have grumpy-I-don't-believe-in-love-guy and the sunshine-I-fell-in-love-with-you-at-first-sight-guy (and yes, those are their names for me now) and the two have good chemistry and I just go awww. Grumpy guy is actually already smitten, just doesn't want to admit it to himself that someone has managed to break through his shell. And sunshine guy is just an idiot in love, who knows no boundaries and would do anything to convince his crush that love can be beautiful. And I am sitting in the front row rooting for him. Maybe because I can identify too much with grumpy-guy and find it quite nice to watch his heart slowly being conquered. Great series! Clear recommendation!
→ 2. My Story
Cutest scene this week goes to:
Zeke and Fifth are such flirts with each other and they both know they like the other and I think Zeke knows Fifth likes him too, it's just Fifth hasn't quite figured out that Zeke likes him too. There's still the belief that the latter might have a crush on Kim. Oh my little Fifth…you two are inseparable, Zeke doesn't leave your side unless you intentionally leave him behind, he is constantly flirting with you and bringing you coffee in bed. He actively and repeatedly seeks your proximity and wants you as a nude model! How many more clues do you need!? The preview for the next episode looks very promising! The main couple? Still not of interest to me. I lost interest in their story at some point and currently have no plans to get back in. They are not bad, Zeke and Fifth are just way cuter together.
Random scene I just don't understood what was happening or why:
↑ 3. Our Dining Table
How nice that the two of them ran into each other and Yutaka was able to experience the magic of the mother's special recipe. And when Minoru saw how differently his friend treated Tane and how Yutaka treated him, I think that was the moment when he finally fell in love. The look he gave Yutaka definitely speaks volumes. The story has some deeper parts, but it's still such a feel-good watch during the week. Some mid-week relaxation.
↓ 4. Happy Merry Ending
I think we all know that SeungJun's best friend is in love with him. Drama preprogrammed? We will have to wait and see. But I'm afraid this is a feast for writers. I'd like to see a plot twist like this, when you think that the two main characters get together and in the end it's the best friend who has also been in love with one of them for ages who becomes endgame (yes, my wish for The Promise). Won't happen, but I'd think it would be cool. Other than that, we got to see cute scenes between the characters and a bit of SeungJun's past, which is really not pleasant and I can get why he is how he is. Best scene so far is definitely the last scene of episode four when JaeHyun encourages SeungJun. Even though I was a little disappointed that they didn't dance with each other. Let's wait until the hand holding, then that will be my little tummy tickling scene!
↑ 5. Step by Step
I really enjoyed this episode again. What a roller coaster of emotions here! Maybe it was because the colleagues didn't appear that often and Jeng was also a bit more bearable again. At least he takes to heart what the employees have to say about him. And honestly, I love the looks he gives Pat! I was going to make a gifset, but then Photoshop broke, and after trying five times, reinstalling the application a zillion times, and ending up throwing Adobe completely off my computer, I figured there's currently a curse on it, I'm not touching the scenes again! But I think it won't be the last time he looks at Pat with that loving look. Such a handsome man. I'm a sucker for men in suits, but in this case, casual black shirts look soooo much better. As for the plot…I was too distracted by Jeng 😂
↓ 6. La Pluie
The mood of this week goes to:
It could have been over so easily and so quickly…well, Phat took his fate into his own hands and fell in love…That is shit. And in the end, I really just sat there and kept asking myself: What's happening right now? Are Tai and Lomfon falling for each other? What? And the scene where our precious vet is making out with someone and it starts to rain and Tai hears everything…that hurt amazingly bad. It left me speechless for a moment. I'm really curious to see where the journey goes.
But I found a new motto this week: Unfuck it!
Love it! Tian is the best! Someone needs to give him a really big hug. The poor kid is going through enough with his brothers and his arch-nemesis, who he's slowly falling for and who is slowly falling for his brother himself. Or this is just to get closer to Tian or just a representation of how people can bond over what they have in common without anything romantic having to happen right away, but I think we're all so influenced by our bl series that guys/men immediately flirt with each other and fall in love when there's common ground and a lively conversation.
Just saw that the series is marked 18+ on MDL. Just wondering what made them give it that rating. iQiyi has it rated 13+.
↑ 7. Naked Dining
Okay, the moon thing was really cute. The moon means "I love you" and Mahori panics because he's already sent it. Honey, don't worry, Futa sends back a picture of the moon and everyone is happy! The female colleague will definitely make trouble, because of course now she has noticed how great Futa actually is or because she has been in love with him for a long time anyway. I don't really like this pretend you're my boyfriend acts because it always ends up with the girl falling in love and provoking drama. On the cuter hand, I thought it was cute when Mahori confessed having a crush on someone.
↓ 8. The Promise
Why do you have to drag everything out sooo much? Come on! These two like each other. This game is getting boring. Let them get together! And not just in a dreamed up deleted scene. What was that? I have no idea where to place that scene. Did either of them dream this? And if so, when? When Nan was in Party's arms? And Party, my man…you really are one of the best! Phu…get off your duff. Have faith in your best friend that even if he doesn't love you back, he won't abandon you. And Nan, please listen to your heart. I really feel like I write the same thing every week. I probably do, because a blind man with a cane can see that they like each other, but nothing seems to progress! It's frustrating!
↓ 9. A Boss and a Babe
Okay, so the topics are tough at times and yet the series feels like light banter to me. You know what I mean? It's dramatic with rape and drug trafficking and prison, and yet you feel like you're sweeping through the series light as a feather. I'm sure that's a little bit due to the characters. Even when dramatic scenes are shown, they are immediately grinned away in the next scene or covered up by love talk. The tragedy of many things doesn't really reach the viewer. And I won't go into Gun's mother for a moment. She wants to protect her son and especially the name of the family, which I can understand. The way it's done is just off, but really not as bad as in some other series or movies. And Cher doesn't let himself be kept away from Gun, which was kind of sweet in the end.
☼ 10. House of Stars
It was a mixture of boredom and drama and sex. I think the series is trying to go in the same direction as War of Y, but with less production budget and, sorry, a worse script. We have the mistress of the house who sets the rules and everyone obeys her. We have the little yet unknown one, who will fall in love with the nice seeming model student in the next episode, we have the competing pair, where you don't know exactly what's going on, we have the two in love, where I'm not sure if they are already a couple or not yet and we have the stalker, who finds the aggressive, heterosexual one so horny, that he watches him having sex and then lays hands on himself. And all this is accompanied by boring table talk and out-of-place fanservice scenes. Yes, this first episode has not quite picked me up yet.
↓ 11. Our Skyy 2
What's the point of intentionally hurting your partner just so you can have the satisfaction of surprising him in the end? That would have also worked if you had congratulated him and gone to the celebration from the outset and then just sneaked out. I'm angry about all this crap drama. It really overshadowed everything for me. And yes, I knew Our Skyy was going to be cringy, but it does really hurt. I'm really scared of when my favorites are on that it's going to spoil some of the original series for me….
↓ 12. Tin Tem Jai
I don't even bother to organize my thoughts - that's how little I care about the series in the end.
Why were they fighting in the mall now? What was that hard cut and anyway…why that scene? A no-park zone??? How old is Tin!??! And was it really legal for Park to have sex with him? Their conversations are just so exhausting! Why is Park annoyed with Tin? I don't get it! That whole scene with your face is annoying….what was that for? Okay, now that's what I call abuse of power in a relationship with age difference…If Tin doesn't do what Park asks (i.e. not take the job that can benefit him professionally later and miss three days of college), then it's over? Wow.
I don't want to talk to Wikipedia right now….funniest scene of the week.
And what a drama with the mother in the last episode…Was that necessary? That was a bit much drama…And what exactly happened to Kana and Pao? They were just left behind on the track…At least I found them interesting and I would have liked to know how they are doing now. No…That was not good!
#weekly wrap up#weekly update#josi watching bl#sunday charts#just my opinion#bl drama#bl series#love mate#my story the series#our dining table#happy merry ending#step by step the series#la pluie#naked dining#the promise the series#a boss and a babe#house of stars#our skyy 2#tin tem jai
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I appear to really be around again. Sorry for just disappearing without a word of intent 🙇♀️3 questions… don’t count the question marks.
A general but genuine: are you doing well? In life and in fandom?
Favourite shows of the last… checks notes… 12 months-ish? 😅
For a more unique question: what’s the latest a show has “saved” itself for you? We’ve all had shows that were really good then collapse at the end, sometimes even at the final episode.But what about the opposite? Some shows certainly have a weak first ep or 2, but what about ones that moved from “bad” to “good” or “meh” to “😍” later on? How late is too late for a show to save itself from a poor start?(Recent comments made me think on it, since a completionist is most likely to stick around long enough to reach any late recovery)
(Tried to use asks but no carriage return and tight character limit made it a no-go)
That’s okay, this works! And welcome back!
1. I am well. Annoyed that the weather is getting warm again but it’s almost time for a break, finally. Fandom wise, this year has been gloriously high and low in turn and it’s all good, honestly, it really does balance out.
2. That’s nearly impossible, lol. The last round of GMMTV shows really knocked my socks off (Moonlight Chicken, My School President, Never Let Me Go and Midnight Museum). The Eighth Sense and Unintentional Love Story are Korean shows that absolutely blew me away, Our Dating Sim was darling, Our Dining Table is still airing but is basically perfect... there’s be a lot but those are the recent ones.
3. That’s... a hard one, honestly? I think most shows that are going to work out in the end are at least beginning the repair process by episode 3-4 at the latest. Typically I’d say that for a show to truly go from one I’m not enjoying to one I love it has to be able to show that by a third in or so in, not much farther than that. There are a fair number of shows that have gone from bad to meh but I think the one show that truly saved itself was My Day. My Day started as a show I could barely watch and ended up amazing once it let itself get more serious and that took until around episode 4. Otherwise... I don’t know any that took as long and truly changed.
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BL & Me: 2023 Edition
To celebrate my full first year as a BL fan I decided I wanted to do an end of the year list. Something to commemorate the absolutely wonderful fandom year I've had. Prior to watching my first BL, I had not participated in any fandoms since 2015. Getting back into it reminded how much fun it is and I've met and followed so many amazing people in the last year (technically, I watched my first BL in October 2022, so it's been more than a year...).
These lists are going to focus on the BLs (and two Thai dramas that wanted to be and probably should have been BLs) that came out during 2023 (or their finales aired in late January through February). Since I'm still playing catch up on older BLs, there are several that I watched for the first time this year but I might do a separate post for that.
Total # of BLs watched this year: 42
Thailand: 38 Dramas, 1 Movie
Japan: 1
Korea: 0
Taiwan: 2
Clearly I need to watch more from Korea. Currently I'm making my way through Taiwan's BLs so once I am sufficiently caught up on those, I will be moving over to catch up on Korean ones. Until the last month or so, I had never seen a Taiwanese BL, so that's what started me on watching those - I'm almost done with the ones that have been recommended to me so far.
It's plain to see that I love Thailand's approach to BL's the most; they are what hooked me into BL and keep me watching.
Most Anticipated BLs: Bed Friend, Between Us, Cutie Pie 2 You, Moonlight Chicken, Naughty Babe
My Highest Rated Shows on MyDramaList: I Feel You Linger in the Air (10), La Pluie (10), Moonlight Chicken (10), Our Dining Table (10), Laws of Attraction (9.5), Midnight Museum (9.5), My Dear Gangster Oppa (9.5), Only Friends (9.5), Shadow (9.5) and Kiseki: Dear to Me (9.5).
It's a very interesting mix of shows here - one from Taiwan, one from Japan, and the two regular Thai dramas.
Favorite New Trope: Waltzing Gays. 2023 said, "Let the gays dance!" and they did.
Memorable Fandom Moments (The Good, The Bad, And The Absurd):
Altering the name of Moonlight Chicken. When we heard the name of the show, it was impossible not to make fun of it just a little. Many a nickname/play on words was created for this show and it was so much fun to see what others would come up with.
The ONN fandom protesting the O part of their ship landing a new BL and a new BL partner (complete with hiring a truck to drive around with a sign).
The Pit Babe Omegaverse post breaking containment and topping out at just over 69k notes (NOICE).
Playing "Spot the Cameo" during Midnight Museum and watching while GMMtv marched out practically their entire pool of talent for the show and yet still needed both Gun and Nannon to play more than one character.
Playing "Spot the Cameo" for Kiseki: Dear to me as they practically had all the major BL actors cameo in the show.
The fandom exhaustion over the marketing/casting announcements for Red Peafowl and the eventual fandom decision to just worship our lord and savior Kuhn Feathers instead.
Best/Worst Use of Product Placement: (you decide which is which)
Midnight Museum using the product placement car to hit and kill a character.
Oiishi Green Tea being used as part of foreplay/foodplay in Dinosaur Love
The random Toyota Service Center call during a highly emotionally charged moment in Bake Me Please
Every single 7/11 scene in Venus in the Sky. Every single one.
The spicy meals used as torture devices in Kiseki: Dear to Me
Shows That Started Great But Couldn't Stick the Landing: Dangerous Romance, Hidden Agenda, Only Friends, Our Skyy 2 (select episodes), Step by Step
Best/Favorite Kisses:
GunCher "challenge" kiss (A Boss and A Babe episode 2)
TinnGunn bed kiss (My School President episode 12)
WinTeam poolside "fall into each other" kiss (Between Us episode 2)
JokeZo balcony kiss (Hidden Agenda episode 8)
YaiJom rain kiss (I Feel You Linger in the Air episode 7)
PalmNueng rooftop kiss (Never Let Me Go episode 5)
LianKuea wedding kiss (Cutie Pie 2 You episode 4)
(I could keep going but I'd be here forever so I'm stopping myself)
Worst/Yikes Kisses:
DinoRak (Dinosaur Love) - just... almost all of them. THERE IS SO MUCH TONGUE. Normally this is not a bad thing. However, here it's basically Dino tongue-bathing Rak's face like a dog and it did not work for me. Yikes.
KanghanSailom bathroom kiss (Dangerous Romance episode 6?) - I've tried to like it. I have. It's Perth. It's Chimon. It's AWKWARD. Yikes.
DanNai "locked in a room all night" kiss (Shadow episode 9) - it's bad because it's not reciprocated and IT HURTS DAMN IT.
Most Surprising/Memorable Show Production Moments:
Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy x A Tale of a Thousand Stars crossover announcement.
Finding out while watching Pit Babe episode one that it was Omegaverse after being told that aspect had been removed for the show.
Pixelated Butts/Genitals in The Sign
Mame landing McDonald's money for Wedding Plan
Gun Attaphan playing not one, not two, but three separate characters in Midnight Museum.
Feel free to use any of these categories if you're doing an end of the year list too; I can't wait to see what others might come up with.
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↳ watch & rewatch drama list
@khaotunq tagged me, my sweet sweet bestie 💖
currently (actively) watching
609 Bedtime Story - technically on pause until I manage to find both final episodes. I was impressed at first and then it kind of lost me as it went on but I gotta know how it ends.
A Boss and A Babe - I hate this show's title but I love how surprising the second episode was for me. Wasn't super excited about it at first because most of the shows I've given up on halfway were by the same director but after episode two, I'm cautiously optimistic.
A Man Who Defies The World of BL - enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would! It's not my favourite, but I'm very curious about how it'll end now.
All The Liquors - Korea?!?! What is happening!!! I love how different this is so far, can't wait to see where it goes.
Bed Friend - this one came out of left field. I was NOT expecting it to go the places it's been going but I am not complaining, holy shit!
Chains of Heart - I understand nothing, I never know what's going on, I absolutely love it. I want it to stick the landing so bad.
Jack o'Frost - I love amnesia storylines, what can I say. Also it's intriguing so far.
Love Syndrome - Jesus Christ. Jesus Fucking Christ. I love garbage.
Midnight Museum - been LOOOOVING the early 2000s supernatural teen show vibes. Gun Atthaphan is always a win as far as I'm concerned and I'm doubly here for the queer vibes.
Once Again - also technically on pause. I took a break halfway 'cause I found out it doesn't have a super happy ending. Will finish it eventually.
Our Dating Sim - AAAAAHH!!!! just AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! South Korean BLs have burned me so often right at the end, but I wanna believe in this one 'cause the mutual thing going on with neither (or more likely just one) of them not knowing has captivated me.
Past-Senger - too early to comment on quality, but I do love the premise! Let's hope it doesn't crash and burn.
The End of The World With You - why do I keep getting surprised by Japan putting out banger after banger is a mystery. I've been bracing for the emotional devastation of the finale for like five episodes. Can't wait to sob!
The Promise - this show inspires so much faith in me. I wanna believe in it, I wanna give it a million chances, and it hasn't disappointed me this far even though it hasn't been special either.
Tin Tem Jai - I don't want to be rude about it but this is bad. I don't know why I'm still watching.
As you can see, I'm watching an embarrassing amount of BLs at any given time.
rewatching
Love Mechanics
Not Me
Theory of Love
I don't really do rewatches but these three I'm always kind of in the middle of rewatching. And also,
KinnPorsche - I started a rewatch recently and I'm very very slowly working through it.
looking forward to
A Shoulder to Cry On - I saved this ages ago, I don't remember why but I'm excited all the same!
Cherry Magic (Thai version) - the one TayNew show I've seen I hated but somehow I'm unbelievably attached to them so this is exciting to me. Plus, I actually think Thailand could elevate this story which, for me, as far as the show is concerned, wasn't great.
Cooking Crush - I cried when they announced this 'cause I thought I'd missed my window to watch a new OffGun show as it aired. OFFGUN! OFFGUN! OFFGUN!
Last Twilight - I thought Vice Versa was a waste of the JimmySea chemistry, but I wanna believe in this one.
Laws of Attraction - I couldn't get through TSWL because it was too soap opera-y for me, but I heard wonderful things and this immediately caught my eye when I saw JamFilm would be working together again!
Middleman's Love - I was infinitely more excited when it was a Mii2 show but Yim has impressed me so much so far in Bed Friend that I'm looking forward to it again!
Only Friends - do I even need to say anything?? I think this is my most anticipated one this year, yes probably even more than Wuju Bakery.
Our Dining Table - I loved the manga this is adapted from so I'm excited.
Transplant - I believe this will come out eventually. I will believe it 'till my dying day.
Why R U - I loved the Thai version so I'm really curious about what Korea will do with it!
Wuju Bakery - the premise is so ridiculous to me but JeffCode so grhgarhagraghrahgarhgraghgrahgrah
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50 Shades of You! Tom Hiddleston X Female! Reader
Note: This is my first ever fanfiction for Tom Hiddleston. I have not written fiction for ages. English is not my first language.
Inspiration: this is inspired by:
“I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”
–Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
Word count: 2660
Warnings: Romance, sweet words, and smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.
Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback. 💚
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During the summer Cambridge University was having a conference "Gothic Elements In John Milton's Paradise Lost." As you the young professor of literature, the coordinate manager suggested that the University alumnus could join for not just attending, but acting a piece of the tragedy. Amongst the candidates was the Classic department graduate and famous actor, Tom Hiddleston.
You know that he might have scheduled issues or time conflicts, but you suggested the committee email him. To your surprise, he accepted the offer.
The scene of choice was casting the devil out of hell.
On the stage during the conference eve, you did not have the perfect time to watch him, but you took a glimpse of acting from far.
He even caught your show and face attending the rehearsals.
The conference day was pressuring. You were trying to get everything right, in the middle of your so-close meltdown. A voice brought you to reality, "Hello, is this professor Y/N)?"
You turned to find the British handsome alumni smiling peacefully at you. "Yes, how can I help you?"
"Indeed, I am the one offering help." As he adjusted his glasses, I asked the committee manager to take upon some errant backstage. Maybe I can assist with the front ceremony?"
"Of course," you paused for a moment, "can you help me with the dinner's seats arrangement? My assistant is absent and I have to print and arrange them myself."
"Just show me a computer and all will be done."
Both of you took your time arranging an evening missing up some seats.
"Here comes my name. You will be seated with the professors, of course!" He was busy putting name tags over the table.
"Oh! Don't remind me." You replied as if it is a conversation with an old friend and continued "the Classic department and Literature."
"They might start a war." Both of you started laughing
"I have an idea." He took a tag from his table and moved yours next to his. "Now you will be with a friend"
The presentations finished, you had to go for the gym showers to change and wear your conference and dinner dress.
By the time you arrived, the scene from the tardy was about to be played. You took your place in the front seat.
Tom was playing Satan. He noticed that you were reciting the lines with him. He even almost smiles at you. Could not hold himself from looking at you in the front row while playing the scene of...
"All is not lost; the unconquerable Will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield; (And what is else not to be overcome?) That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me to bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee and deify his power, Who from the terror of his arm so late Doubted his empire[.] (I, 106–114)"
Your facial expressions captured his eyes, the movement of your lips and then the flame of your applause.
At the dinner, he was interested to hear all about your work and writings. His eyes could not able to leave you.
By the end of the dinner, he walked you to your car, "this was lovely, thank you for tonight"
You smiled at him, "thank you for accepting our invitation."
You shake hands and opened your car door like the gentleman he is.
"Would you like to go out with me, for a coffee? Books and coffee, maybe." He did not hesitate to ask.
"I would love to. You already have my number within the conference contact information." You raised an eyebrow and smirked.
As your car drove away, he knew he was up for an adventure.
Three months later, you are happily dating and sharing sweet kisses. He suggested a film marathon. Each week one of you chose a topic.
That Saturday's topic was Russian Literature and you had to add: "or inspired by it"
"Excuse me, but Tolstoy has no comparison!" He grimaced
"Shadow and Bones, love!" You teased him, "it the Netflix adaption of the era"
"After Anna Karenina, please," he sounded like an old professor.
"Alright then, deal." You tickled him and kissed his lips softly
Both of you enjoyed Anna Karenina, however, you were crying in his arms.
"That dreadful ending."
He hugged you "Hey, Shadow and Bones will make it up to you, let me make extra popcorn." Once again, he kissed you.
He came back with popcorn that will at least survive three episodes. You snuggled between his arms.
"Look at Alexie, how he said 'Make me your villain.'"
You were swooning as a fangirl.
"I beg your pardon, I am literally a villain," he complained
Oh! I would literally," stressing upon the last word, "let him have me"
His face was irritated and you not coming close to making love made him anxious, that you might not be ready. He never inquired about you.
You caressed his tummy, "hey, a penny for your thoughts, sir." It sounded like one of the Jack the Ripper prostitutes, about which you have constantly been talking.
His voice evolved deeper and his eyes did not leave yours "your deepest sexual desire. What do you crave?"
Comparing to your age, you were nervous and inexperienced. "My life was spent between books. I..."
He did not let you continue speaking and took your lips between his drawing your body closer to him, uttering between his hot kisses "I am not just a villain" his lips made the earth move "I am a God" whispering against the sport skin of your nick " a king" his hands were moving down the same tomes his lips reached the line of your bosom whilst his hand slides prevailed touching down pussy and dug his fingers driving you till the edge.
"I want you," you whispered between your soft moans.
He neglected your cravings and maintained his rhythm, watching your complexion and closed eyes till you arched your back in awe.
You collapsed between his arms heavily breathing "that was extremely wonderful, but I need you"
He kissed your lips playfully. "you are a delicious girl, Y/N, but..."
You hashed him with a kiss that he pulled from "if your life was between books, I want you to write me your deepest desire."
"Darling, it was a series, Alexie is fictional." You wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Fictional or not, he is a man, you are paying for this."
He was deadly serious "write me your longing."
You laugh "What? Like the 50 Shades of Y/N?"
He gazed into your eyes "aiming to please and punish you, darling, avenging my honour"
The next morning when you were with your family on Sunday's lunch, he opened an email titled "50 Shades of Y/A"
The content was as follows:
"You!"
He grinned to himself and determined to show her how fiction can become real.
Your week was busy. He had signed a new contract for a mini-series and was supposed to film soon.
Not replying to your email made you nervous, even went meeting for dinner. He was quiet about it.
You checked your sent box millions of times to make sure it arrived. Still, you knew he was busy working, and you were busy with the finals coming soon.
Thursday’s dinner, nothing yet, nothing but gaggling and discussing your days and current reads.
"Darling, we did not decide this week's marathon"
He did not take his eyes off the menu "Are not you having a big family week, you should go" he was confident and calm.
Deep inside you wanted to grab his neck and jiggle him, but for the lady you are and the restaurant, you were calm.
"Wonderful!"
The dinner was over; he drove you home, kissed you goodnight.
Saturday morning, a ringing at your door. Apparently, you received a package, a big one.
You kept thinking that some books might have come early from your publisher. Unwrapping it to a surprise satin 1950 coat with Ruby red entourage and black heels.
There was also a note, she recognised the handwriting:
"Wear nothing but this for your punishment. If other pieces were found upon your body, then fear my fury and vengeance.
Love,
T"
So, it was her version of Mr Grey. But have you ever been ready to comply with anyone?"
Suddenly, a message arrived on your phone
"Reminder, a black will pick you tonight at 8, don't disobey me, Princess."
Your heel clicked on the floor as a man dressed in an old fashion suit opened the car for you. The windows were blacked out, so you did not see where it was heading.
"Welcome, Princess," he greeted you as if you were royalty, "My master is awaiting your presence."
You took his hands. The place was carved out of one of your favourite dark fantasies, a mansion with gargoyles, dark lighting, and a vast garden.
You could not believe your eyes. Tom knew your deepest desires indeed.
But that is not the end.
The inside was as of a dark enchantment with deep red flowers and candles. The servant showed you the way to a dining room fit for a feast. Tom was not there.
"My master requires you to await his arrival." The servant bowed and left.
You were like a child been left inside her favourite toyshop. The ornaments, the lighting, and even the shapes of the food. That aesthetic you only could dream of but never reach.
"Enjoying yourself already?" You turned to find your man dressed in a black Victorian suit. His face was shaved, shorter hair, no glasses. Just all of the handsome glory.
You took a step forward "no princess, I shall come for you"
He kissed your hand and then sat on the table's head, while it sat on the opposite side and faced you away indeed.
"Are you pleased, princess?" He raised his glass of red wine.
"Yes, my Prince." You smile.
"In here, you shall address me as your king." His eyes lit with fire, and his voice was harsh.
You played along and raised an eyebrow "my king."
"This is not a game, princess, you are my prisoner"
You dined quietly, as he did not drop his eyes from you.
"Enjoying yourself?"
You flirted "deeply, my king"
He left his chair and came closer to you, his fingers left your chain so you can gaze into your eyes.
He asked, "care for a dance?"
You smiled "I would love to."
You stepped forward and took his hand to a ballroom, just for you and him, the dark king.
The following piece of music was sensual and moving.
"The coat, princess, I want to see nothing but heels on your body,"
You obeyed the king, but for a tick. When you took it off, underneath it a short emerald green strapless corset dress tight upon the curves of your body and pushed your bosoms to their glory.
He grinned and his eyes darken "looking for further punishment, I suppose?"
"Anything to please the king." You took his hand and kissed it. He did not expect it.
He turned furiously and the next song was romantic. He wrapped his arms around you once again, waltz, you sneaky woman, deserved joy before being punished.
Twirling you on the dance floor like the earth has no one but the two of you.
By the end, he carried you "to my chambers, little one"
You were nervous and anxious. What if he did not like what was underneath the dress?
He entered a candlelight room with a four-poster bed in the centre. The curtains of the bed were black and emerald.
He laid you in bed, kissing your lips and playing with your hair.
His breathing was heating against your skin.
"You won't miss that dress, will you, princess?"
He did not wait for your reply as he lifted a dagger amongst the layers of his suit and cut the corset down to the last piece of the dress.
You wore nothing else. You were lying exposed as he stood to look upon your naked curves for the first time.
You spontaneously tried to cover your bosom and private parts.
"No, do not you dare" he was angry and you could not distinguish reality from fantasy.
You throw the rest of the dress away. Hands laying by your head and he stood there for a juncture, gazing at every inch of your body.
"Turn," he ordered angrily as if the soul of Loki took over him, "I said, turn"
You nearly dropped tears "here my king"
You felt the softness of his lips upon your delicate shoulders.
Kissing the line of your spine. He knows this will work like magic. You tickle from your back, now trying to lick you, taste you, slap you.
He flipped you to face him. You were sobbing. He could hear it under your moans.
"You are not a princess, you are not a queen."
He wipes her tears from her cheek "you are a goddess and I am your slave."
You giggled between your tears, wrapping your arms around his neck "my king"
"Your, slave" As his voice became softer, he hushed you with a finger.
He kissed every inch of your body. You were playing with his short blonde locks.
"Let me worship your bosom, my goddess" he kissed, licked and played with your nipples and cupped your bosoms gently.
Kissing down till he reached your pussy, "Let me worship your temple" as he licked your clitoris.
You were moaning loader now
“Not this time, my king I want you inside me."
"Alright, as the pleasure of my goddess, I shall obey."
He adjusted his weight on you and asked, "wider for me, my goddess of beauty"
You opened for him as he enters you for the first time. You let out a loud breath "are you alright" he took your hands between his.
"Continue, my king."
He is just thrusting himself gently inside you. Your moans filling the room
"I am a villain, a king, a god, and a man"
Your hands were free to run along his back as he continued, "a man, no, a slave for my goddess"
You were moving with him and moaning louder, "my king, what else?"
Thursinting himself harder and moving with a faster pace.
"My goddess, the sculptures of beauty," between his breathing and moaning "Da Vinci would not be able to capture your grace"
You were kissing as your nail dug inside his shoulders.
His last whispers as moving himself inside your pussy which was clutching around his manhood. He moved with pace, as you rocked your lap against him
"I will live in thy heart," kissing your lips as you bite his lower lip between your steamy breath. "Die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”
He was going faster now and you were in tremendous awe and your skin was heating up with your pleasure.
"Look at me goddess" you were closing your eyes as you become close to you your orgasm "look at me," he ordered
"I love thee, Tom," you said as your pussy was clutching around his manhood and trembling underneath him. His enormous climax followed your orgasm.
You were shaking. He used his hands to keep himself from crushing you with his weight.
He rested his forehead on yours till both of you caught your breath. Gently took you between his arms as resting on his side "and I love thee, Y/N"
kissed you and as you were falling asleep, yet muttered, "I made you my villain, did not I?"
He giggles, "I beg your pardon, your God, King, and lover"
You kissed for the last time of that night and snuggle between peacefully each other's arms.
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Pillows and Blankets 🧸
Summary: Walter comes home after a long day, and all he needs is comfort.
Walter Marshall x Melody Williams (Curvy OFC)
Since I didn't mention her name, I guess you could read this as reader insert? I also didn't describe her body/appearance, but this is written with a curvy/plus size gal in mind.
Warnings: Flufffffffffffffff
Wordcount: 1.6k
A/N: Hi everyone! This is inspired by Electricity, a fic I wrote for my babies Walter & Melody. I don’t actually mention her name in this, so I guess you could see this as a reader insert, but I had her in mind. This can be read without reading Electricity, but you’re always welcome to check it out as well! Hope you enjoy. 😉
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It was long after dinner time. I had eaten the dinner I cooked over an hour ago and saved some leftovers for Walter, who still wasn’t home. I sat on the couch with a book, waiting for him to come home. We had been living together for two months now. After dating for 9 months, he had asked if I wanted to move in.
I smiled to myself, I remember that moment vividly. I had squealed from happiness and jumped in his arms. I remembered he had said “I’ll take that as a yes” and swirled me around.
Now, two months later, I had settled in. The best part of it? Having a life size teddy bear around. Many nights were spend cuddling on the couch, or in bed.
Except for the nights Walter had to work late of course. I knew beforehand he wasn’t working a 9 to 5 job, and that he would be working late some days. This was one of those days, well, more like weeks. He was working on a case they couldn’t crack. Last night he’d come home way past midnight and this morning he was gone before I had woken up. Just like the day before, and the day before that one.
I was dying to spend some time with him. Just to be with him, to see him. And I knew he needed the same. I could tell by the way he had wrapped himself around me last night when he had gotten into bed.
Looking at the clock, I was debating with myself whether I should go to bed or wait for him a little longer. The answer to that question became clear when I heard the front door opened. Heavy footsteps walked inside, and I heard a zipper being pulled down, indicating he was taking his coat off.
“Hey doll,” Walter said as he opened the door to the living room and sat down next to me on the couch. I welcomed him with a smile, and he pressed a kiss to my cheek. He kicked his shoes off and sighed. I opened my arms for him, and he placed his head on my chest while wrapping his arms around me.
“Have you eaten dinner?” I asked him and pressed a kiss on his curls.
He hummed in response, and I took it as a yes. They usually order take out on nights like these at the police station.
“You’re wearing my sweater again uh? You living in these doll?” he said while his hand caressed my waist.
“You know very well I am,” I chuckled, melting underneath his touch. “You should be concerned if you see me wearing something else.”
The small smile he had on his face faded, and he fell silent. He just laid on my chest, with his arms wrapped around me while I caressed his curls, my fingers slowly drawing patterns. I could tell he was tired, and he needed some comfort.
“Baby, why don’t you take a nice, warm shower?” I suggested. I knew he didn’t want to talk about the case, so I knew I had to take another approach of taking care of him.
“Only if you take it with me,” he grumbled back. I laughed, stroking his hair a few more times before I took his face in my hands.
“A very tempting offer, but another time, that is not what you need right now. Besides, you’re not exactly smelling like roses right now,” I said and looked into his tired eyes.
“Fine woman, but you will be sorry for saying that later.” He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. Before he could say something else, I pressed my soft lips against his.
“Go take a shower, I have a surprise when you get back.” I gave him another quick kiss and motioned for him to stand up. He groaned, but he untangled himself from me and stood up.
“This better be a nice surprise,” he mumbled and cocked an eyebrow at me. I chuckled, and watched him as he walked out of the living room. I heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs. Utter seconds later I heard the showered being turned on. Time to get to work.
I knew what he needed was comfort. He needed something soft, safe, soothing. While he had come home, and we had our little conversation, an idea had sprung up in my head. I got up from the couch and grabbed all the blankets I could find. I had multiple laying around, to keep me warm for the times Walter wasn’t there.
Next, I collected all the pillows I could find. The throw pillows on the couch, but I also sneaked upstairs and grabbed the ones from our bed and the bed in the guest room. Once I got back downstairs, I grabbed a string of fairy lights from the cupboard. The batteries haven’t died yet, so they still worked. Thank god, ‘cause I have no idea where he, we, keep spare batteries.
After I had collected everything I needed, I dropped it all in front of the couch. Then I made my way to the dining table, and one by one I carried the dining chairs in front of the couch. Let’s assemble this blanket and pillow fort.
I silently thanked myself for convincing Walter to buy a nice, furry rug when I moved in. This meant I didn’t have to put much on the floor for it to be comfortable. Nevertheless, I laid down a blanket. Then I draped the largest blanket I had, over the chairs. I threw another one over the front, creating an opening. It was starting to look like a fort now.
I crawled inside and placed the pillows. Some against the couch, and some for us to lay on. This is starting to look cosy. The fairy lights laid beside me. I picked them up and wove them through the chairs.
The shower turned off, and I knew I needed to hurry. Quickly I crawled out of the fort and went to the kitchen. I grabbed two beers, and some snacks. Realizing there was nothing to put it on in the fort, I walked back and dragged a small side table inside the fort. Hurrying back to the kitchen, I grabbed the drinks and snacks, and placed them on the little table.
Suddenly, I heard Walter behind me, scraping his throat.
“What is this baby? What have you done to our living room?” His curls were still damp from the shower, and I could see little drops of water falling on his forehead. He was dressed in sweatpants, and a black t-shirt.
“The surprise,” I said. “Be a dear, and grab the laptop would you?” I gestured to the dining table, which he was the closest to. He obliged, but I didn’t miss the surprised look on his face.
“That doesn’t really answer my question,” he said, and I could see he was trying to suppress a smile.
“Don’t be so grumpy.” I gave him a smile. I turned around and crawled into the fort. He didn’t follow immediately, and I loudly sighed in fake annoyance.
“Come on, get in here!”
This time, he did follow my order and he crawled inside. He placed the laptop on the little table next to the drinks and snacks, and looked at me surprised.
“Open the laptop and go to Netflix to put on a show,” I ordered.
“Yes ma’am,” he muttered. “So bossy.” I nudged his side, but yet again, he followed my order, and quickly the sound of The Office filled the fort.
“Now, come here.” I made grabby hands towards him. I wanted him close to me, to hold him.
He chuckled and shook his head. Slowly he crawled closer to me, and he wanted to sit beside me.
“No, no.” I stopped him, “Tonight I’ll be the one cuddling you.” I spread my legs, making room for him to sit between them. He hesitated, but I pouted and continued making grabby hands. He gave in and sat between my legs. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him closer.
“Just let me hold you doll, I don’t want to squish you,” he said, and tried to turn around.
“I like it when you squish me,” I spoke softly and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
He sighed, but I felt his body relaxed. Finally, he melted in my arms, and I could feel the weight of his body pressed against mine. He felt warm, like my own space heater. I draped one of my hands across his chest, which he immediately took in his. My other hand stroked his curls. He let out a sigh, a happy one, one indicating he was finally letting go of bad thoughts and stress. He was finally relaxing a little bit.
He played with my fingers, pressing a kiss to each of them. We watched a few episodes in silence, and I could tell he was starting to fall asleep by the way his body relaxed more and more against mine. It made me happy, that I could be there for him the way he was there for me. Usually he would hold me after I had a rough day, or when I didn’t feel so good. He always knew what I needed, and I always wanted to do the same for him. Expect most times, he didn’t let me. Until know. It felt like our relationship was growing, and he was letting me in more and more. I pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, and snuggled him closer to me, as if that were possible.
“Thank you love,” he spoke softly.
“Anything for you,” I whispered back.
Before we both knew it, we had fallen asleep. Happy, and curled up in each other’s arms.
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One Last Time
A/N: I never intended on posting this, I wrote this after watching the last episode of Supernatural. I felt so many feelings watching it and writing this. I didn't mention a name on the mother because you guys can imagine whoever. *wink wink* maybe you can find the little hint I put in there on who I thought of as her mother.
Daughter!Reader
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Dean held in the sob he felt rising through his chest almost making him forget the pain his body was going through. Sam moved away when he saw Dean reach towards the brunette watching her father with teared-filled eyes. He watched Dean shake his head at her, "No trying to save me, the moment I get off this I know I will be gone, I can feel myself slipping…come here let me look at you one last time, my baby." the girl moved slowly towards her father feeling her words get stuck in her throat, she felt her grace reaching out towards her sire she could feel it too. She could feel him slipping and there was nothing she could do, again.
"Baby, you were my greatest wish, a wish I thought would never come true but here you are. I'm sorry I have to leave you, but I know you will be fine because I raised you. I'm your father, you are strong, you are brave, you are.." Dean held in a breathe as he held his abdomen, "everything I'm not. I love you so much, never forget that.." Dean held her head towards his. She felt his last breath on her and she held his face in her hands.
"Daddy." She could feel Sam's hands on her trying to move her away and she held on harder, "No Daddy come back. I can't live without you. I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't…I-" A sob ripped its way out of her mouth, Sam stopped his movements at the devastating sound coming out of the young girl, she had just lost both her parents in a matter of days. He had no words. The scream that left her mouth the next second made Sam's tears shed. Watching her clutch Dean's jacket, he had never seen such devastation in someone so young. Her sobs seemed to be all feelings piled up from everything that had gone on.
She and Jack never deserved this life. They were children in the bodies of teenagers. They both had never gotten a break. It made sense why Dean didn't want children, he wanted to go down swinging but leaving a child behind, was never in Dean's plans. Now Sam can see why.
All she could feel was pain, pain spreading everywhere as she held her father's lifeless body up, She could feel her lungs not getting enough air and she couldn't hear anything. It felt like time had stopped to witness her fall. Her grace reached out but never connected it made the pain worsen, she would never feel that warmth ever again. It was like being hugged by his soul and now there was nothing just cold.
How could she live on like this, her father was wrong. She's not strong, she's not brave. Her world was falling around her faster than she could repair it and she was giving up. What was the point? Her mother died after exchanging his life, her brother became god and left them, now her dad is dead. She couldn't see her life without them. This felt wrong, this wasn't supposed to happen, they were supposed to go home after and make hot chocolate. They were supposed to be sitting at the dining table laughing at Sam eating his rabbit food.
Sam.
She turned towards Sam who had tears streaming down his face.
Uncle Sam.
"Uncle Sam."
She didn't feel the words coming out of her mouth, they felt like they were said by someone else. They stared at each other for a few seconds. The world wasn't done with them yet and it crushed her. Sam had gone through so much more before she was even born. Gone through so much more with her parents and now they were gone. Everyone was gone but them.
"I-"
"I can't, I can't do this uncle Sam." Her hand reached out towards him, wanting to feel the warmth, the warmth of a living person. When their hands touched she could feel her grace trying to reach out, reaching out towards her only family member that was left but the only family member her grace couldn't touch.
"We can do it together Rosie. Dean was right, you are strong, you are brave and that's how I know you can get through this. I will be with you every step of the way, you will never be alone."
But she felt alone.
Sam was her uncle not her father nor her mother, her grace couldn't connect, her grace would never be complete. She didn't like it, she had never felt this way, this feeling of emptiness. She wanted her mom. She wanted her dad. She wanted to be wrapped in their arms and never leave. She would never get that back and she could feel herself not accepting it. Dean's forehead was cold against her, the warm breath gone. She took one last look at the man who sired her, the man she called dad.
The man who would wake her up with the best chocolate chip pancakes, the man who loved her mother, the man who would tell her he loved her every night, the man who would call her every hour if they were apart, the man who would always talk about how long he waited for her, the man who would hold her hand when she was scared, this man that knew 20 different ways to make mac and cheese, the man who saved the world, the man who wanted a better world for her. The man who did everything for love.
"Daddy."
She brought her hands to cup his cheeks, she studied his face one last time. Just one last time. She couldn't bring herself to stop, just an hour ago she thought she had all the time in the world and now she doesn't have time.
His scent, she knew that in no time she would never smell this scent again, no matter how many shirts, jackets, or blankets were left, the scent would fade. She couldn't take the thought, the sob that left her made the ache grow almost like a stomach ache. She felt like she was dying from the emotional pain. She took a deep breath, she had to do this.
"You were good to me, take care of mom until I get there okay? I need you so bad dad, I need you to feel alive, I need mom. I can't do this." The tears streaming down her cheeks made her eyes burn and she closed them as she took a deep breath in again.
"But I will try, I have Uncle Sam."
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The funeral for a hunter was finally done, Sam watched her put on the last of the wood around Dean. The only thing left was in Sam's hand. She stood by the wood clutching tightly the too-large jacket around her frame the scent she ached for surrounded in it. Her father was wrapped in a white blanket in the middle of the wood she and Sam had built for him. She desperately ached to touch his skin, to hug him, and feel arms wrap around her.
This ache was so familiar, the ache to touch her mother to have something. She never got that something. She never got to feel one last time, she never got one last look. The closure that was staring at her in the face with her dad was there but she didn’t grasp it. What closure? To accept that this was the end? This wasn't what was supposed to happen.
She wanted more time, what she had wasn't enough, the memories weren't enough. The memories with her mother weren't enough, how could they ever be. Whenever they were together that bond that was formed before she was even born made her want to stay close forever. It hurt that she didn't get it. It wasn't fair. Why her? What wrong did she do that she didn’t deserve her parents? Was it being born? Against heaven law her ass. She deserved to live just like any other angel and human. She was a product of love not hate.
"You are loved, we wanted you, we waited for you. I love you, we will protect you until our last breath because you are everything to us. Whenever you can't find your way remember to do things for love, remember you were made out of love not hate. I know you will do great things."
This ache in her chest she knew wouldn't go away, it never went away after her mother why would it with her father. Why would grief give her a break? She grazed her fingers along with the wood closest to her father and stepped back giving her uncle a look as he passed her the white rose in his palm. She clutched it close to her and watched Sam clutch the lighter almost hesitantly.
She grasped his arm, "We'll do it together uncle Sam, remember, we only have each other now." Sam gave her a teary smile and her eyes couldn't help but fill with tears at seeing her uncle look so devastated.
Sam nodded grasping her hand with his as they lit the lighter,
"Goodbye, Daddy."
"Goodbye, Dean."
A/N: sorry if it's not that good I wrote this while crying
#dean winchester#sam winchester#dean winchester x daughter!reader#dean deserves better#sam and dean#spn#destiel#jack#supernatural fic#supernatural fanfiction#castiel#dean fanfic#dean winchester x reader#dean x reader#daughter!reader#angst#death tw
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How #67 with Mei and her parents? don't see much content with them. - Pixel Anon
Considering we haven't seen Mei's parents since episode 3 and we have no idea what their relationship is actually like now, I decided to do some canon-divergence and have them take initiative to be more involved in Mei's life. And since it’s fathers day... eh, why not do a little something with her dad in particular since I never really write her parents? (I got another anon for a fill involving Mei and her dad, but unfortunately Tumblr seems to have ghosted it into the ether, and i fused it into this one.)
My father may look like the scary one, but it’s my mother you need to be afraid of.
"Uh... hi mom?" Mei said in surprise, looking around when she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat from behind her and finding that it was indeed the two of them alone in the garage. "Where's dad?"
"He's a little tied up in business, but he’s home," Mrs. Long said with a sigh, moving to stand behind her daughter and look down at her project with a look of confusion and mild dismay. "What... are you working on, dear?"
Mei looked down at her current state, coated in engine oil and grease with scattered parts of one of the many many cars laying around her. Like a gutted fish but much shiner and louder.
“Oh, uh...” Mei started with an awkward chuckle. “After, you know, the whole break in and everything I’ve been fixing up some of the cars that were still mostly in one piece and, uh...” she gestured to the one in front of her, jazz hands waving slightly enthusiastically. “Ta da?”
“... Oh!” Mrs. Long said when she registered what Mei meant, a small smile finally forming on her face. “You didn’t need to do that on your own, Mei, but...” She moved forward, inspecting the car with a careful gaze. “This is quite impressive! You’d never know it was damaged at all. I thought...” She frowned again, looking back to her daughter. “Well, I thought you were only interested in motorcycles so I wasn’t expecting this.”
“Oh no!” Mei laughed, wiping her hands on her work overalls. “Motorcycles are my specialty, but I know enough about most vehicles to give them some good care!” There was an odd expression on her mother’s face that fell over her at these words, something far off and somewhat sad. “Mom? You ok?”
“Yes,” her mom replied, just a bit too fast before she smiled again. “Actually, I think your father was almost finished when I came in to check in on you. He wanted to talk to you himself, why don’t you see if he’s done? He should be in the tea room.”
“... sure...” Mei said slowly, bending down to start picking up parts before her mom placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, dear, just leave those there in case you want to come back later. Just... change into clean clothes and wash your hands for now.”
Now... that was odd. Mei’s parents had always been clear on keeping the house as tidy as possible once you needed to leave a room (barring her own bedroom). But ever since that one Bull Clone (General Ironclad she thought she heard Red Son call him once) broke into her house for the Dragon Blade her parents had been acting different. Not extremely different, but noticeably so.
But instead of bringing this up Mei nodded to her mother and headed to wash up.
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“Dad?” Mei called out, cleaned up from her car repairs and in clean clothes once again. “Mom said you wanted to talk to me?”
He was right where her mother had said he would be, in the tea room. Strewn about in front of him were papers upon papers, some seeming to be insurance forms for the multitude of broken objects strewn about the house and others repair bills. She was certain some of them, all on one side of the table, were research papers of some kind. And sitting at a seat in the middle of the long table was her father, small space cleared before him as he drank a fresh hot cup of tea. There was another, equally fresh cup across from him.
“Ah, Mei!” Her father said brightly, but there was an odd tenseness to his tone. “Yes, come in, sit down! There are a few things that we need your input on.”
Well that was vague as hell. But Mei did as requested, taking the seat across from him and picking up the tea before her. “I wouldn’t think this is something you’d be doing here in the... tea room.”
“Yes, well,” her father shrugged, glowering down at the paperwork with a sigh. “Sometimes you put aside convention to be comfortable. And with my office out of commission this is a much more relaxing place to work on papers than the dining room. If I don’t replace those chairs as soon as possible remind me how uncomfortable they are!” He shuddered dramatically, the action making Mei relax just a tad bit. The chairs had always been uncomfortable, she and her mother had told him as much before, but the three of them had never sat in them long enough for them to become bothersome. “But that’s something to worry about later! First, the main reason I wanted to talk to you...”
He put down his cup, reaching over to grab some paperwork on the right side of the table and slide it to her.
“As you know most of our cars in our collection were not salvageable after the break in.” Mei tensed a bit at that, frowning down at the paperwork in front of her. And her eyes widened. “And, well, we never really had reason to drive them anyway. Refilling the garage with new cars just seems silly at this point, so your mother and I were talking about possibly restructuring it and making the empty 3/4 of the garage into a sort of...” He paused for a moment, humming before snapping his fingers. “A workshop, I suppose is the correct term! For someone who liked to collect a lot of cars at one point I don’t know much about them, that was always more your mother’s interest even if she always insisted we only needed two. But you’re always working on your motorcycle and I thought giving you that space would be a much more reasonable use for it!”
Mei set her teacup down, picking up the papers as he talked and looking over them with wide eyes.
They were blueprints. For a garage workshop. For her motorcycle. For her.
“I-I!” She sputtered, gesturing to the papers with a shake of her head. “You... but this is-! I don’t-!”
“Mei,” her father said firmly, but gently, holding up one of his hands. “I know that we paid for you to live on your own in your own pent house and that you have a workshop outside as well, but this house is still your home as well! You have a room here, after all. But you don’t have to agree to having a workshop here if you don’t want one, they’re just blueprints at this point, and we can always find other uses for the empty space in the future.”
“... ok, what happened?” Mei asked, deadpan and looking at her father with suspicion. “I mean, I love the idea! I’d love to have a place for my vehicle work here! But ever since the break in you and mom have been acting really weird, dad!”
Mr. Long tensed, looking away from his daughter for a moment before bowing his head to look down into his tea.
“We... had a conversation with Mr. Tang,” Mr. Long said after a moment of silence, making Mei look at him with surprise. “... actually, no, it was more like we were given a lecture by Mr. Tang.” He chuckled, ruffling his hair and looking back up to Mei. “We may have many years on him, but he made us feel like teenagers being yelled at by the principal again. Your mother and I... we realized after your reaction of surprise that we haven’t been the most open and communicative parents. We’ve treated our house like more of a museum than as a home ever since you were a child, and when you moved out and we helped you get everything you had no access to while growing up here... we didn’t realize that it would feel even more so like we were trying to uphold that image.”
“Mr. Tang talked to you about that?” Mei winced, remembering the multiple times she would rant at her family friend who had been there for her since she was just a little girl. Multiple... multiple times. He’d been sworn to secrecy, naturally, but it seemed that this was the last straw for him.
“Yes,” her father confirmed with a nod, twisting his fingers. “We never meant for you to feel unwelcome in your own home, but with how busy we always were and how proud we were of our family history we lost sight of the fact we were. Even if you only stay here when we’re gone to watch the house we want you to feel comfortable, Mei. I can understand if you’re still apprehensive of this, however.”
Whatever Tang has said to the Long family heads must have been something to behold. And Mei couldn’t help but grab the paperwork and move to the side of the table her father sat at, sitting beside him instead of across from him.
“Well for starters, lets make this less ‘business meeting’ and more ‘dad talking to kid’, ok?” She said lightly, laying the papers in front of both of them. “And... car upkeep is more mom’s thing? Since when?” Mei raised a brow with a smirk,
Her father looked at her with surprise before chuckling, moving to half face her and the table with a far more comfortable smile. “She hasn’t really had the time to work on them since well before you were born, but...” he leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially. “She used to be a street racer too!”
“WHAT!?” Mei exclaimed, covering her mouth when her father raised a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. “Mom was a street racer?”
“One of the best, right around when she was your age too!” Mr. Long laughed, a far off look in his eyes. “You and her have a lot more in common than one would think at first glance. You’re smart, good with vehicles, not to mention our dragon powers are from her side of the family- I only earned my own through being close to her over a long period. Why, sometimes I think the only things you got from me were your skills in video games and amazing sense of hair style!”
“Dad!” Mei laughed, gently shoving her dad’s shoulder tentatively. When he only laughed more at that she softened, relaxing against the table. “Guess I have a lot to learn about you both, huh?
“As long as you want to,” her father offered, spreading the blueprints between the two of them.
"I do,” she agreed, looking over the papers again. They could definitely use some... fine tuning. But they were a good start. “But I guess I was right about one thing!”
“What’s that?”
“Every time someone saw you guys they thought you were the one to be worried about,” she admitted with another chuckle, shaking her head. “I’d always correct them saying ‘my father may look like the scary one, but it’s my mother you need to be afraid of’ and now... well, if mom used to race the way I do on my bike I was way more right than I thought I was.”
“Oh, Mei, your mother was far more reckless than you ever were. You should have seen some of the catastrophes she used to cause.”
“... are they on the internet?”
Her father frowned for a moment before watching the door... and a conspiratorial smirk overtook his face.
“Want to find out together?”
#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#fanfic#gen fic#mei#Long Xiaojiao#mr and mrs long#prompt fill#i know their last name in the dub is dragon#i am not using that Long is their last name in the chinese version and it means dragon and I am just gonna use it here too#i also REALLY WISH WE SAW MORE OF HER PARENTS THAN IN JUST EPISODE 3#we know almost nothing of their personalities#so i am just using headcanons for everything here#given mei house sat i don't even think she lived with them anymore i think they just have her room and leave it the way she left it
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Jealous Much
I've been binge watching a lot of my favorite old shows from when I was growing up and I came across a scene from episode 19 of Victorious. The scene was when Andre, Cat, Beck, and Jade were at a new karaoke place when two girls started flirting with the boys and Jade got jealous and challenged them to a singing battle. I got inspired from that and wrote this based on it. I hope you enjoy reading it.
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"Come on (Y/n), were going to be late." You heard Dick call from downstairs where he was waiting for you finish getting ready to meet up with Wally and Artemis. "Are you ever patient with anything you do with me Dick?" You asked him playfully while coming down the stairs ready to get going.
"Most likely not because of how much time you always take to get ready for small things." He said with a smug smirk appearing on his face. "Its not my fault that It is not easy for me to look good with as much little effort as you." Dick put a hand to his heart and pretended to act offended by your comment.
You rolled your eyes at him and made your way towards the front door with Dick following right behind you. He opened the door for you while grabbing the car keys from out of his leather jacket's pocket. "Guessing by the time we get to the place Wally has already eaten everything they have on the menu."
"Probably knowing him, he would have done it in the first 5 minutes of being there." He said before bending down to kiss you on the head softly. "Let's hope Artemis can stop him from eating that much then." You said getting in Dick's brand new car.
The both of you drove to the location for a much needed day off with Artemis and Wally from the hero work. You loved helping people but sometimes you need a break from everything that is going on in your life right now.
"How are things going at Wayne Enterprises?" You asked him out of curiosity from him know being the new CEO of the company. "Things are going very smoothly but I feel like I have big shoes to fill since Bruce retired so early."
You gave Dick a reassuring smile as he continued his drive to the the brand new restaurant all four of you have wanted to check out since seeing the opening a few weeks ago when catching up with one another. Lost in your thoughts you didn't realize that you phone had started to buzz in your right hand.
"Hey babe, you might want to check who is calling you at the moment." Dick said trying to regain your attention while still having his eyes straight on the road driving. You snapped out of your very thoughts and looked down to see Artemis's caller ID shine bright across your phone screen while still buzzing from you not answering the call.
You pressed the green answer button and brought your phone to your ear but flinched when you heard Artemis basically screaming at you through the speaker. "(Y/n) where are you and Dick we have been waiting for you guys to arrive here for the last 15 minutes straight!" Artemis sounded very annoyed with you and Dick just from her tone of voice when she was using to speak with you.
"We're stuck in traffic right now, but I promise we will get there in the next 10 minutes." You said with a promising tone in your voice. "You better be because i don't know how much longer I can hold Wally off from swallowing this whole place." Once she finished that sentence you could hear Wally say something about how rude Artemis was for saying that about him. The call ended after that and you went to looking out of the window of the car.
"(Y/n) we're here now so lets get going before Artemis comes outside and beats our asses for being late." Dick said while trying to shake you to get out of your daydreaming and get out of the car. "Oh sorry, I didn't notice." You replied to him while quickly shutting the car door behind you.
When you were both at the front door Dick took the handle and opened it for you while saying "Here you are my precious lady." You started to giggle at his playfulness and decided to play along with his little game. "Why thank you my good sir" You said while pretending to courtesy to him for his actions. Both of you only got a few steps into the place before spotting Wally and Artemis already at the booth all of you reserved for the rest of day.
"There you guys are I thought you both would never arrive here by the the time (Y/n) said you would be here soon because she always lies about that." Wally said to you while never taking his eyes off his own menu looking at all of the food options. "And I see you still won't change Wally." You said while rolling your eyes at his terrible comment at you.
All of you took your seats and decide what you wanted to order for your meal. "i am gonna go get the drinks what do you all you want to drink?" Artemis asked everyone at the table. "I'll take a water" Dick said rather quickly knowing exactly what he wanted. "I will have one too" Wally pitched in on what he wanted to drink with his meal.
You were looking at the menu, but nothing you could see was what you wanted for a drink so you Artemis "Can I go with you to see if there are any drinks I would like?" Artemis said yes so the both of you went to the drink stand to see what the place had to offer for the moment of time.
"Dick can you explain now since the girls are gone now why you and (Y/n) can never make it to a place on time?" Wally asked while glancing at his phone from time to time. "You know how (Y/n) is when getting ready to go." Dick said with a look that says she is killing me with that habit of hers. "Yeah I know how she is but you love her no matter what happens." Wally said with a bright smile showing on his face.
"Yeah (Y/n) really is amazing and I love her but man she kills me sometimes, but I'm guessing you have your fair share of pet peeves when your dating Artemis yourself." Dick said giving him a very questioning look at his redhead best friend. "Don't you even get me started on her, she drives me crazy but that's what I love about her." The boys went on with their conversation while having no idea of being watched by some ladies across the room from them.
"Oh my god Amelia look over at those two guys at that table they look so hot!" Rosa gushed to her friend about how hot those guys were that she never even spoke to. "I know I see that Rosa but that guy with dark raven hair looks yummy to me." Amelia said before taking a sip of her coke from her glass. "I know but just look at that redhead he looks like he knows what to do when we are along together." Rosa added a playful wink to her comment as Amelia choked on her drink after hearing what her friend just said to her.
"Rosa control yourself we are in a public building with people around us at every corner you look at." Amelia scolded her friend on her inappropriate behavior when dining out to a place to eat. "Your no better Amelia with you saying about how yummy a guy is without even ever meeting him before" Rosa shot back at her friend's scolding.
The two friends constantly went back and forth for a few minutes before finally decided to talk to the the guys both of them were staring at from earlier. "What happens if they reject us Amelia in front of everyone here that's eating?" Rosa said while panicking about the worst results that could happen to the both of them.
"Nothing will wrong I promise just look at how hot we both are those guys won't be able to take their off us for the rest of the day." Amelia said trying to reassure her friend about talking to them. "I know but maybe we just don't go up to them after all." Rosa said while slopping down in her seat. "Come on when are we ever gonna see guys this hot ever again this is our chance we can't screw it up, Rosa." Amelia declared by dragging Rosa over to the two guys sitting at their table having a conversation.
Wally could see from the angle he was at while talking to Dick could see two girls looking the same age as them coming over to their booth. "Oh shit Dick I think some girls are coming over to us right now." Wally said in a very low whisper trying not to draw attention to himself. "Why does this always happen when will all go out in public and where are (Y/n) and Artemis right now?" Dick groaned out.
"Just go for it Rosa nothing will go wrong just come along." Amelia said when she finally finished Rosa over to the guy's table. Both of the girls saw the two guys stop their conversation together and went to look at the strangers right in front of their table. The two girls sat down next to both of them without even saying a word to them.
Artemis and you were walking back from the drink stand with all your guys drinks and saw two girls putting there hands all over Wally and Dick." I'm going to kill wally when I get over there." Artemis said with a glare on her face while still walking over to the table. The closer you got to the table you could see how uncomfortable Dick was in this moment. You have always know Dick to be a sweet caring person and not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings so you know how he was feeling.
"We're back with the drinks you two." You said calmly as you could after seeing what is going on right now with your boyfriend and a random girl. You and Artemis set the drinks on the table with the girls still touching Wally and Dick. "Excuse could you move so I can have my seat back?" You asked politely to the girl was glaring daggers at you from where you were standing up.
"No I'm sorry I started to get to know this handsome man over here" She purred out in a sultry tone trying to seduce Dick. You started to laugh at her actions because you know Dick would never leave you because he follows you like a lost puppy everywhere you go. Both of the girls gave you a weird looking but went back to trying to seduce the boys.
"You better get your hands off my boyfriend in the 5 minutes or you won't have hands anymore." Artemis said giving a very threatening look to the girl who was roaming her hands all over Wally and she didn't like it one bit. "If I don't what are you gonna do about it blondie." Rosa almost shouted at Artemis.
You could tell that Artemis was furious at the comment she just heard about herself. It was one thing to touch her boyfriend but if you make a comment about her hair fists are about to be flying in this place. "No need to get angry right now lets just get our seats back and we can all just forget this ever happened" You said trying to calm down Artemis from how pissed off she was.
The Rosa girl that was sitting next to Wally went running from the table because of how afraid she was of Artemis. The way Dick pushed the girl out of the booth was the funniest thing you saw since the last time Bruce tripped down the stairs of the bat cave.You could hear mutter under her breath about how much of a bitch you guys were.
The rest of the night was filled with laughter and catching up with one another. When you and Dick were heading out of the door you were pulled by the air and brought into a passionate kiss on his soft lips. "You should be jealous more it looks beautiful on you." Dick said smugly pulling you over to the car with a very red blush coating your cheeks.
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Miles Between Us Chapter 9 ~The Mediation~
Previously in Light Vs Dark ...
Tears streamed down her face as he grabbed his phone and keys and made his way out. He couldn't get out of the cottage fast enough. His heart hammered, his ears started to ring, his lungs squeezing out the last air. He'd hurt her. He'd seen the bruises with his eyes, and now she's crying because of him. He needed to get out fast to clear his head.
She followed him closely behind. "Please tell me where you're going, Jamie. At least give me that," she pleaded.
He couldn't stand to see her tears anymore or hear the plea in her voice. He was doing what's right for her because he loved her too much. He wasn't even sure where he was going or if anyone would be safe in his presence. All he could think of was how frightened his sister had looked at him and the bruises he'd inflicted in Claire's arms. He needed to get as far away as possible, away from the people he loved.
He got into his car, slammed the door, and started the engine.
Claire banged on his window, her face wet with tears. "Don't do this, Jamie. We can fix this together. Please don't go. I'm begging you."
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The sun blazed through the windows, but instead of feeling delighted with the promise of a beautiful day, Claire felt hollow.
Earlier, moving on autopilot, she'd numbly climbed out of bed, showered and gathered all the will and strength she could summon and prepared to face the day. Though a part of her would rather curl into a ball under the duvet until Jamie returns, she made a Herculean effort to stay positive for sanity's sake. It should have given her comfort knowing Jamie was safe after Willie had informed her he'd been spotted at three in the morning at Lallybroch's driveway in his car and was now resting in his childhood home. But her eyes would prickle with tears every time she stood still and stared into space. So Claire kept herself busy, feeding Jamie's pets, letting them out of the house, doing a bit of laundry and setting up her work station for the day on the dining table. Currently, there were things that needed attending to, like her own work, and anytime soon, Willie would be arriving.
She was just about to open her laptop when there was a knock on the kitchen's back door.
She knew it was Willie. "Door's open," she croaked.
Willie walked in and stopped. A line formed between his brows, reminding her so much of Jamie she felt the beginning of tears welling up. "Hey, how are ye?" he asked.
With more enthusiasm than she had in her, she gave him a small smile. "I'm hanging in there. How's Jamie?"
"He's asleep ...last time I heard from ma."
"How about you? You look like you didn't get much rest either."
"Knackered," he replied, shoving his hands into his jeans' pocket. "The bloody git sent us on a merry chase. And now he gets to sleep the whole day while I'm left to pick up the slack at work."
Claire knew Willie was trying to make light of things. Needing to move, she stood and made her way to the kitchen, having the sudden urge to keep her hands busy. It would have been easier if she'd asked Willie to take her to Lallybroch. But there had been a reason for her decision to stay put. She needed to remind herself, there's a probability her presence could make Jamie's condition worsened after having seen his reaction to her bruise last night. Even if in the light of day, nothing seemed good enough excuse to be separated from him.
"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or tea?" she offered. "I could use a strong cuppa."
"Coffee would be grand."
Conscious of Willie watching, she went through the motion of taking out cups and switching on the coffee machine. When she opened the fridge to retrieve some milk, she accidentally nudged one of Jamie's magnets on the door, sending a post-it note to slip down. Automatically bending down, she picked up the piece of paper from the floor.
As she turned it the other way round and read it, a cross between a sob and a laugh broke passed through her mouth. It was a note Jamie had written to her just the other day.
Gone to work. Bought some croissants, and they're in the bread bin just in case Adso gets his grubby paws on it first. Can't wait to see you later. Missing you already. Love you. X
"Oh, damn it." Claire leaned over the countertop, pressing the note with one hand on her chest. "I-I can't do this."
Willie came up behind her and touched her elbow, gently turning her to face him. "Ye cannae do exactly what, Claire?" he asked, a look of concern etching his face.
"Pretend Jamie is fine." She squeezed her eyes shut, and when she opened them again, she let out a lungful of air. "When we first met, he was in a good place. And I have this strong feeling that I am making his condition more frequent and worse."
"No, Claire ...dinnae speak like that."
She glanced down at Jamie's note, and when she felt prickles behind her eyelids, she slipped the piece of paper in her jean's pocket and shook her head. "How can Jamie and I be together if I'm the one triggering his nightmares and anxiety? Before I came along, his episodes were a rare occurrence. And now here I am making that classic mistake of attempting to fix a man." Her breathing suddenly became laboured, like she'd raced ten miles. "I wish I could be by his side. I know it's selfish wanting to be with him right now when I'm the reason for his distress. But I do. On the other hand, logic tells me, it's probably a good thing all those memories he hasn't dealt with are finally coming to the surface, so at least we have something to work on. I just wish there was a less unpleasant way for Jamie to handle all of these." She glanced out the window, unseeing the beautiful view in the sun.
When the silence dragged on for too long, Claire turned to face Willie and was surprised to see him smiling. "Cannae ye see it yet, Claire? Ye are not making Jamie's condition worse. In fact, ye have been helping him heal all this time."
She frowned. She was confused. "What do you mean? I don't understand."
Willie took the portafilter and began filling it with coffee for her. "Ye said it yersel'. The suppressed memories are coming to the surface." He shrugged as he worked the coffee machine. "Meaning, after all these years, Jamie can finally confront them head-on, deal with it and lay it to rest once and for all. Isn't that what his dreams are trying to tell him? He's forgone dealing with grief and issues that it had nowhere to go to except present itself as this monstrous nightmare and panic attacks. And then ye came along, and somehow, ye've extracted more out from him than all his therapists put together."
A nervous laugh gurgled from her throat. "I might have been able to do that, but at what cost? Jamie could've hurt himself last night." She'd worried at the speed he'd taken off, thinking if anything grievous had resulted from it, she would have been so utterly devastated, she'd blamed herself. "He needs professional help, Willie. It can't go on like this."
"He does," he agreed, pressing the button on the coffee machine. "But Jamie needs you too, more than ever ...even if he believes he's a danger to ye."
"But he didn't hurt me."
He pushed the stop button on the coffee machine. "May I see the bruise?"
"Of course." She rolled up her sweatshirt sleeves. "I told him I bruise easily. I have an iron deficiency which I'm taking supplements for."
Willie studied the markings on her arms. "They're not that bad."
"No, they're not. I tried to convince him, but he won't listen. I only need to pinch my skin, and I bruise. It's a symptom of being anaemic."
Willie sighed. "Jamie won't be easily convinced, though. Weel ...at least not until he's calmed down."
"He used to have a therapist. Why isn't he seeing one now?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "I know he's against taking pills for his condition, but surely talking to a professional would help him a lot."
"He has nothing against seeing a therapist ..." he replied matter-of-factly as he handed her the coffee. "...just a particular one."
"Oh!" She took the cup from Willie and watched him make another one for himself. "May I know why?"
"Her name is Geneva Dunsany. She's the only available therapist in Broch Mordha. She took over Jamie's former therapist after he left for England." He paused to look at her. "Ye see ...a few years back, my da remortgage Lallybroch and then when the recession came, our family was hit hard financially and had trouble paying the bank. To cut a long story short, Jenny, our meddling sister, knew Geneva was infatuated with Jamie. Since Geneva comes from a well-off family, Jenny thought by playing matchmaker, she would solve everyone's problems single-handedly. Ever since then, my sister has been trying to get them together. So when she heard Jamie's therapist left for England, she encouraged Geneva to take the job even though she already had one in another town. Jamie is quite perceptive, though and knew what our wee sister was up to. Hence he refused to see Geneva."
"That's a bit sneaky."
"Ye can say that again. Geneva might have a wee crush on Jamie, but I dinnae think she's aware of Jenny's meddling, even though they're friends. Jenny thinks she's doing Jamie a favour by finding him a lass who lives here and can help him with his condition. Jen is practical like that."
"I've met her, actually. The therapist that is. We were introduced ...just before I went back to London," she explained, thinking back to the day when she first met Jenny and Geneva. And she's beautiful too, she thought grudgingly. Although Jamie had never given Claire reason to feel jealous before, every muscle in her body had gone rigid, hearing Willie's account on Jamie's would-be therapist. Jealousy continued to roll in like a lick of a flame as the image of Jamie pouring his heart out to a beautiful woman burned hot in her guts. The sudden urgent need to see him made her want to sprint out of the cottage at full speed, but a dose of decorum kept her rooted on the spot. "So, Jamie wasn't interested, huh? Not even the teeny, tiniest bit?" she squeaked, annoyed at the sudden change in her voice.
She thought she saw a muscle twitched along Willie's jaw, but she must have imagined it. Looking like he was sucking the inside of his cheek, he shook his head. "No. Never. And ye have nought to worry about, Claire. Jamie only has eyes for ye."
She swallowed the bitter taste of doubt. "Not worried," she lied, sipping her coffee. But in the true sense of the word, she already felt loads better after the enlightening conversation with Willie. It had taken the edge off her worry over Jamie's condition, even though she still couldn't erase the thought of Jenny pushing Jamie towards Geneva.
"Maybe ye should attend a therapy session with Jamie ...at least initially," he suggested, eyeing her closely as if trying to read her thoughts. "That way, it would put Jamie at ease, and Geneva would realise he's taken already."
Claire slowly placed her cup on the countertop. "Why do I get the feeling this meddling thing is inherent in your family?" she asked, feigning disapproval.
Willie put his own cup down. "Not inherent, Claire. I have my own selfish motive. Ye're the best friend of my Annalise, and I wouldn't be helping my cause if she finds out I've done nought to help ye." When Claire gasped, he grinned. "Kidding aside, even if Annalise wasn't my girlfriend, I want ye to know, I really like you for my brother."
Claire could barely see through the tears she hadn't been aware that was building up. "You sound so sure."
Willie placed his hand over hers and squeezed it. "Are ye sure about my brother?"
"With all my heart," she whispered.
"That's all I need to know."
..........
Jamie slowly opened his eyes and took in the familiar surroundings of his old room. His heart throbbed when he realised the last time he'd slept here had been on New Year's eve, with Claire tucked snuggly on the crook of his arm. Bracing himself up on his elbows, he heard his mother talking to Jenny and his da downstairs. They were probably in the kitchen discussing his state.
He rubbed his face with one hand, feeling the beginning of a day-old stubble, exhaustion washing over him in waves. A mixture of self-loathing and guilt rose within as he replayed the incident from the night before. He couldn't decide what pained him the most, the bruises he'd inflicted on Claire or the fact he'd left her in tears standing in his driveway.
When he'd taken off from his cottage, his heart had been heavy and thoughts dark, not having had any clue what he wanted to do or where to go, only determinedly pushing himself to get as far away from Claire as possible. A few hours later, he'd found himself parked outside his childhood home after Willie and Murtagh had woken him up in his car. So far, he'd only talked to his older brother Willie, and he hoped it would be enough to keep the rest of his family's questions at bay.
Sitting up, he realised he was still in his clothes. He searched for his phone and found it on the nightstand. Swiping the screen, he saw he had a few missed calls from clients and a voice message from Claire. Willie must have switched his phone to silence.
I should call her, he thought. It wouldn't be that difficult. Her voice would soothe him, and her lack of judgement would make him feel like he's on solid ground. He could show his worst, and he knew she'd still be there, smiling and soothing him with words, just like last night. Every hour that passed without seeing her or hearing from her put him a little more off centre, and he could see how too reliant he was becoming on those breaths of fresh air that sprung from her. He shook his head. She was too precious to be with someone who had this nonstop ugliness embedded in the insides of his head. It would only be a matter of time before he dragged her into his hell. He couldn't do that to her.
He was about to tap on Claire's voice message when he was alerted by a double knock on the door.
"Jamie, are ye awake, son?" It was his father.
"Come in," he answered, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
The door opened, and he saw his mother walk in first with a mug of tea. "My darling boy," she smiled, placing the hot brew on the bedside table. "I thought ye could use a bit of something warm in yer belly. How are ye feeling?" She stooped down and kissed him on the forehead.
Jamie scooted back to the headboard to make space for his mother while his father took the chair. "Exhausted," he said honestly. Although he'd slept all morning, it hadn't been a restful sleep.
His father, Brian, cleared his throat. "So ... what's going on with ye, lad?" he asked, cutting to the chase as usual.
Ellen sent her husband a warning glare before refocusing her attention back to Jamie. "Whenever ye're ready, darling," she reassured him, patting his thigh. "Willie vaguely told us what happened, and Jenny is beside herself thinking she triggered yer panic attack yesterday. And Claire ...ye never told us she's here. She's worried sick about ye."
Jamie sighed. "What's there to tell." He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "It wasnae Jenny's fault. It's just the same old, same old. The only difference this time is, I made a stupid mistake getting Claire involved with me. And I'm hurting her in the process."
Ellen briefly looked at her husband. "I find that hard to believe, Jamie. Ye're such a gentle soul, ye could never ever hurt a fly even if it's bugging ye to bits. Did ye two have a fight? Did Claire say ye were hurting her?" she asked Jamie gently.
"No. I just know I am."
"Oh, darling ..."
"So that's it ..." Brian raised his hands in the air before letting them drop to his sides. "Ye're giving in to this condition ye've fought hard against all yer life when the chance for happiness finally present itsel' to ye because ye THINK ye are hurting Claire. Is that what ye're trying to tell us? Because believe ye me, we didnae raise a violent or abusive son. So enlighten us ...where in heaven's name is this all coming from?"
"Brian!"
"It's a futile fight," Jamie blurted before taking a deep breath. "Trust me ... I'd like to have what ye both have. But at what cost? Look at the state of me. Is this the kind of man Claire deserves? She's willing to turn her life upside down for me, and for what? Only to find out later she'd saddled herself with a mentally ill man. So perhaps it's for the best she lucked out early before its too late for either of us."
His mother moved closer to his side and took his hand. "So let me get this straight. Ye're staying away from Claire because ye like her a lot, and ye're afraid to hurt her." Pain clenched tight on his vocal cords, incapacitating him to answer, but she interpreted his silence as a yes. Even though it's far more complex than that. "Oh, sweet lord, how youth is so wasted on the young," she clucked.
"Aye, perhaps." He rubbed a hand behind his neck. "But trust me, I ken fine what the problem is."
"Oh, is that so?"
His father's sarcasm wasn't lost on him, but he ignored it in favour of the pressure sinking into his chest. "I ken I hold back a lot from everyone, and I ken too that's wrong. When things get too much, I keep my mouth shut. And I dinnae realised at first that suffering in silence damages, instead of helping. Though it's easier said than done, I'm working on it. All I ever wanted was no' to be a burden or be the cause of anyone's pain. Claire deserves more."
Ellen sighed. "Jamie ...Jamie ... ye're never a burden. Ye're a delight, and we're so proud of ye. Ye need to understand, ever since ye were a wee bairn, ye've always needed a purpose, like fixing everyone's problem because it gave ye satisfaction to see ye've righted someone's world. Whenever someone was hurting, ye're always the first to reach out." Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I thought it was endearing at first until it began to take over yer life. The trauma you've gone through only amplified yer true nature to a point it wasnae healthy anymore. And the guilt that came with it when ye can do nought and thought you've failed ...almost destroyed ye every time." She shifted on the bed. "Jamie ...ye have to stop denying yersel' a chance for happiness because ye're afraid of hurting or failing someone. Pain is part of life. It's inevitable. Though it's good of ye to think of others first, sometimes, it's also good to let others carry that burden for ye and help ye. Running away because ye're afraid of hurting someone is no' gonnae to do anyone any good. Ye'll only end up hurting yersel'. And when that happens, who's going to help ye?"
His mother's logic made sense, but the chatter in his brain continued to hold its ground. "Claire's been through a lot, ma."
"And so have ye, son," Brian interjected, firmly.
"But what if I make things worse for both of us?"
"Oh my sweet boy, what if ye end up happy together?" Ellen smiled. "I ken a crystal ball would come in handy right now, but because we dinnae have one, the only way to find out is to take the risk and hope for the best. Just like what Claire is doing."
Jamie shut his eyes for a while and pictured them together. Every fibre in his body was screaming to get in his car and drive back to Broch Mordha and start making it up to Claire. But his mother was right ...he needed help. He didn't want to put Claire through all that misery again, so he decided right there and then he would start attending therapy afresh. It was the way forth, and he'd held off attending therapy for too long, which might have worsened his condition. But first things first. He needed to be in the right headspace to start doing anything.
"Fine, I'll call the clinic later for an appointment but do ye mind if I rest some more. I'm still feeling a bit off."
The chair scraped the wooden floor as Brian stood up. "Aye, of course. Ye look worn to a frazzle."
Ellen reached out and pulled Jamie into her arms and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be downstairs if ye need anything." She got up and ruffled his hair as if he was still a wee boy. "And I've made leek and tattie soup in case ye're hungry."
"Thanks, ma."
His parents were just about to walk out when Jenny strode in. "Hey."
Jamie rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "Jenny, can we talk later? I'd like to be alone for a bit."
Brian and Ellen gave his sister a warning look as they left the room, but she just shrugged. "I promise this willnae take long. Please, Jamie?"
Jamie waved a hand. "Fine. What is it?"
He watched his sister retrieve something from her jeans' pocket. "Mrs Fitz from the Airbnb gave me this. One of her clients staying over her place left an Oxford Mail newspaper a couple of weeks ago. As she was browsing through it, she came across Claire's name." She handed him a newspaper clipping. "Looks like yer wee girlfriend is an heiress."
"What? Let me see that."
Jamie skimmed through the short article about some property in Fox Lane, Boars Hill in Oxford. It said it was formerly part of the Berkeley Castle Estate. The original part of the house had been designed by the celebrated architect Sir Ernest George for Lord Berkeley, a family ancestor from her mother side. The house had apparently garnered loads of interest among the local rich after being recently vacated by a local MP. It mentioned the original owners' name as Henry and Julia Beauchamp, deceased, and the heiress as Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.
Was this the South Lodge property Claire had been talking about she'd inherited from her parents? He hadn't really given it much thought ever since she'd casually mentioned it. This was a far cry from the cabin in the woods he'd envisioned.
"Three million pounds for a house!" Jenny broke through his reflection. "Doesn't it make ye wonder what else she inherited?"
Jamie looked at the paper again. That's what the house is worth? Ach, Christ! Even the Oxford gossip found its way to Broch Mordha. He knew Claire would be mortified if the news of her assets became everyone's favourite topic of conversation.
Folding the note, he handed it back to his sister. He saw Claire a little differently now. All that money in the world and all she only ever wanted was a place to belong to. Suddenly he felt awful for leaving her last night. He shook his head at his sister. "Not a word about this to any of yer mates!" he warned her. "Or else ..."
Jenny's eyes widened. "What do ye take me for?"
"A babble merchant," he ribbed, unsmiling. "Now, let me be."
"Ye're no' angry at me still, are ye?"
"No," he sighed. "I'm just exhausted."
"Can I do anything for ye?"
He puffed out a breath. Jenny was looking at him earnestly, and he knew she only wanted to reach out. "Aye, in fact, ye can. Ye can arrange that appointment with the therapist for me."
She smiled, seemingly happy to please. "Right on it. If ye need anything else ..."
"Aye, aye, I'll let ye know."
Jenny left, and somehow, he felt a little less heavy in the heart than he did when he woke up earlier. Grabbing his phone, he tapped play on Claire's voice message.
"Hey, it's me. Just letting you know how much I miss you. I felt a little sad earlier, so I wandered into a cafe in the village centre after Willie left. They had this upbeat music playing in the background. It's an old song. Probably from the eighties or nineties, I'm not quite sure. It's pretty cheesy, but it brought a smile to my face. And now I can't get the music out of my head. Maybe if you listen to it too, it will bring a smile to your face. It's from Rick Astley, Never Gonna Give You Up." There was a pause before she spoke again. "Right, I'll let you rest. Willie told me that's what you've been doing. I'm going to take Rollo out for a walk now and try to get some work done. I'll text and send you a voice message later. I love you."
Ah, Sassenach! He swiped the screen to phone her, but his phone beeped and died. Ah, shite! He wanted to go and see her now but stopped. He had to take steps to make himself better first. He needed to put in the hours to help himself. She deserved the extra time he would put in because she's not getting half-arsed from him again. But for now ...
He scrambled out of bed and opened the bedroom door.
"Ma!" he called out.
"What is it, dear?"
"Do ye still have all yer old music from yer university days?"
"Anything in particular?"
He cringed inwardly. Ah, fuck! "Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley?"
He thought he heard females sniggering downstairs.
Dear Readers,
Thank you so much for your patience with the previous chapter and, mostly, the feedback and beautiful comments. I hope this latest update felt a lot lighter to read. I'll keep this short as I'm drained today; nevertheless, I wish you a great weekend.
Looking forward to reading what you think of this update. Take care always, and keep those love vibes rolling. Much love. X
#melodyheart#wonderwall#milesbetweenus#claire beauchamp/jamie fraser#claire beauchamp#jamie fraser#outlanderfanfic
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Summary: After Jester tells the Nein what she saw while scrying, Yasha and Beau try to deal with how they feel about this latest revelation and find themselves leaning on each other in order to do so.
Pairing: Beau/Yasha
Word Count: 2,646
Warnings: Spoilers up to and including Campaign 2 Episode 111
There's silence as Jester finishes telling them what she saw. Molly. Several looks pass between them, full of worry and concern, and maybe a hint of fear, but none of them speak, none of them know what to say.
Beau feels Yasha's grip tighten, her fingers squeezing so much that it hurts. There are obvious tears in Yasha's eyes and Beau makes a decision.
“We need a minute.” Beau turns and the two of them walk away from the rest of the Nein. Nobody tries to stop them and when they're far enough away, with the rain falling heavily down upon them, they reach for each other, holding each other tight.
They stay there for a while, slowly sinking further into the other's embrace, until eventually the rest of the Nein begin to talk, to make plans, their voices rising just enough to make Beau and Yasha pull back, and when Jester makes her way over to them a few moments later they've parted completely, a clear gap between them.
“Caleb thinks we should head back to Zadash, at least until we can figure out where Molly is or what he's doing. Are you okay with that?”
Beau waits, giving Yasha the chance to speak but when she says nothing, Beau nods her head. She takes Yasha's hand once again and the two of them follow Jester back to the rest of the group.
Caleb is already drawing the teleportation circle on the ground. He looks up at her, his eyes asking a thousand questions; questions that Beau doesn't have the answers for, at least not yet, so instead she glances Yasha and subtly shakes her head and Caleb quickly turns away, finishing the rest of the circle, and they all step through.
Caleb makes the mansion for them again. Yasha quickly heads to her room, her hand sliding away from Beau's, leaving her feeling empty and a little alone, but if Yasha needs some time then Beau can understand that and so she stands back, watching as Caleb and Veth show Yeza and Luc around, Luc's obvious excitement over everything, but especially the cats managing, somehow to bring a slight smile to Beau's lips.
“Honey, would you like to see our bedroom?” Veth asks Yeza, with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Beau decides that maybe it's time for her to go to bed as well and with a mutter of a word she floats upwards.
Caleb intercepts her before she can reach her door.
“Beauregard.”
“Yeah.”
“I just wanted to say I'm sorry, for pushing for us to -” he sighs and averts his gaze - “go and talk to Molly. I understand how upsetting his death was for you, for all of us, and in the moment I didn't see that what I was suggesting hurt you.”
“It's okay. It looks like it was a good thing we went.”
“I was hoping to apologize to Yasha as well, but she's already gone to bed. Maybe I'll wait and talk to her tomorrow.”
“That's probably a good idea. 'Night Caleb.”
“Goodnight Beau.”
He begins to walk away, only to stop. He keeps his back to her as he stares down through the towers, focusing on Jester, Fjord and Caduceus who are still sitting in the dining room. “Do you think it's him?”
Beau takes a moment, she already knows the answer, but she takes the moment anyway, because she needs it, because she knows the words will taste like ash on her tongue. “No. I don't think it's Molly.”
“Me neither.” Caleb walks away.
Beau steps into her room and closes the door behind her. She heads straight for the writing desk and pulls out her mountain of notebooks, determined to write about what just happened, what it means and how it connects to the other threads she's trying to pull together, but all she can manage is a few sentences. Her mind should be swimming, buzzing with the new information but instead it's empty, like all the thoughts have been drained out of her, by confusion, by grief, by the uncertainty of what happens next, and after an hour of sitting and staring at an almost blank piece of paper she gives up, snapping her pencil until three pieces and tossing them onto the desk.
She decides to train instead, pummeling the punching bag, trying to expel whatever it is that she's feeling in a frenzy of sweat, pain and eventually exhaustion.
When her limbs are sore and her brain more fuzzy than when she started, she crashes down onto her bed. Her eyes close and her body sinks into the mattress. Sleep will come in a matter of moments, or it would if there wasn't a knock at that exact moment. It's so gentle that Beau almost doesn't hear it, but she's glad she does because when she drags her tired body to the door she finds Yasha on the other side.
“Hi,” Beau says.
“Hey. I erm... Sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, no. I was still awake. Are you... Do you need something?”
“I can't sleep.”
“Oh. Do you... Do you want to come in?” Beau asks.
“Please, if that's okay.”
“Sure.”
Yasha steps inside and after giving her a few moments to change her mind, Beau slowly closes the door, her mouth going a little dry at the thought that the two of them are alone. She stands back and watches as Yasha moves around the room, finally coming to a stop at the fireplace, that roars into life, and staring into the flames.
“Do you want something to eat?” Beau asks. “You haven't eaten much today.”
“Neither have you.”
“Okay, so lets tell the cats to bring us up some pancakes, and that is not the weirdest thing that I've ever said, if you can believe that.”
“I can believe it, and pancakes would be nice.”
“Or I have pocket bacon? Do you want some pocket bacon?” Beau quickly rummages through her pockets, grabs a couple of strips of bacon, and holds them out for Yasha.
“Thank you.”
Beau asks the cats to bring them up some pancakes and it's as weird as she thought it would be, then her and Yasha settle down in front of the fire.
“Beau, why do you keep bacon in your pockets? Is there a reason?”
“I just really like bacon,” Beau says with a smile, but it's a smile that Yasha doesn't return. “I started doing it back in Kamordah. I had a pretty major fight with my dad and so I left, I just walked right out of the door. I stayed away for about a day, but I was cold and lonely, and honestly starving, so I went back which my dad loved because it proved his whole everything I do is to protect you and therefore it's okay stuff he has going on.”
“He wasn't worried?”
Beau shrug her shoulders. “My mom was worried.” She goes quiet for a moment, actually contemplating the question; if her father was worried then he didn't show it, but she likes to think, no, she wants to hope he was.
“Beau.”
The gentle touch of Yasha's hand on her arm is enough to pull her from her contemplation and she looks up.
“Sorry,” Beau says.
“So, what about the bacon?”
“Oh yeah, I erm, I realised that there were going to be times when I just needed to get out of that house, to just run away and I wasn't always going to know when that was, so I started keeping things I might need to stay away longer, like food, on me. Bacon tastes the best, so pocket bacon.” Beau smiles again and this time Yasha returns it, slowly, but she does return it.
“You know -” Yasha's hand is still on Beau's shoulder, she moves it down, her fingers brushing against the fabric of Beau's robe, until she reaches her hand and grasps it - “you don't have to run from us.”
“I know.”
“Ever.” Yasha's grip on her hand tightens.
“I know.”
“So why did you put that bacon in your pocket last night? You're not planning to...”
“No. No, of course not. Yasha -” Beau shifts forward in her chair - “I'm here with you. For you. With you.” The words come so easily, easier than any words ever have before. “I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.”
“Good. That's good.”
Yasha moves forward and for a moment, this small microsecond, Beau is certain that both of them are leaning in at the same time. She holds her breath, a slight quiver on the back of her neck as her eyes close and she waits for what seems at this point inevitable. She can feel Yasha's breath on her lips and her stomach tightens.
The moment is ripped from them by the sound of a soft meow and a gentle tap on metal. The warmth of Yasha's breath disappears and after a moment Beau opens her eyes. Their pancakes have arrived.
Beau takes the pancakes from the ginger cat and thanks them, once again struck by the weirdness of it all. She places the plate on the table between them and Yasha quick digs in. Beau takes a few bites herself but she mostly allows Yasha to eat. Instead she stares up at the stain glass window just above the fire; the image of the Mighty Nein staring out over the fields of the Empire. Beau is in the middle, with Jester and Yasha on either side of her, then Caleb and Veth on the left, Fjord and Caduceus on the right. There's no Molly.
Beau doesn't think that Caleb meant anything by it, he probably didn't want to bring back painful memories, but now, after what they know, his absence from the scene is far too obvious. She wonders if Caleb would mind if she asked for Molly to be added, and then decides against it, choosing to wait until they know what's happened to him.
“It's beautiful,” Yasha says. Most of the pancakes are gone, there are just a few left and she pushes the plate towards Beau to finish.
“What?”
“The window, it's beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Does it move?”
“No, I don't think it does.”
“Oh.”
“That's okay. I kind of prefer it this way.” Beau thinks it's a deliberate choice by Caleb, to create this static moment of happiness, of togetherness that will never change and never disappear. He knows her so well.
Yasha yawns. She tries to hide it but Beau sees.
“Maybe we should try to get some sleep.”
Yasha averts her gaze. “I don't think I want to be alone right now.”
“That's okay, you can, erm, you can -” Beau stutters slightly when Yasha looks up at her and there's a moment of anticipation as they stare each other - “stay here. I mean, only if you want, but you could stay here, maybe. The bed is big enough for, erm, or you could take the bed and I could take the floor or something.”
“I'd like that.” Yasha stands.
Beau hesitates, her hands gripping onto the arms of the chair.
“Is the mirror still above your bed?”
Beau laughs. “I actually haven't had a chance to look yet.”
“Then we should look.”
Yasha disappears into the bedroom and Beau smiles to herself before she stands up and follows her. Yasha's already on the bed by the time Beau gets there, her eyes closed, her boots kicked onto the floor. Beau joins her. She gently sits on the side of the bed and after a quick glance at Yasha and a bite of her own lip she lies down.
The blue rope hangs down and Beau pulls, the curtain sliding away and she's staring at the reflection of the two of them, lying side by side. There's a gap between them, less than an inch, most wouldn't notice, but to Beau it's obvious.
Beau stares at the reflection of Yasha's face; at her hair splayed out across the pillow, at the sharpness of her jaw line, the softness of her lips. Yasha's eyes slowly open and Beau is struck by how beautiful and how bright, despite the sadness, they are. She closes the gap between them, the back of their hands brushing together.
“Do you intend to use it?” Yasha asks.
“I don't know, probably. I mean Caleb went to all this trouble, it would be rude not to and if you can find the right person then this sort of thing can be, well, fun.”
“Any thoughts on who?”
“What?”
I know you've had...” Yasha trails off.
Beau thinks about Keg, and about Reani, and Tori, and while she can imagine all of them being invited into the tower (even Tori), and she can also imagine them being invited into her room, but what she can't imagine is any of them making it here, lying beside her on this bed. Not now.
“Right now, the only person I feel comfortable having in here is you.”
They stare at each other in the mirror.
“That's good, because I like it here. Caleb did a really good job.”
“Yeah, he did.”
“We should do something nice for him, to say thank you. Maybe we could get him some books or some nice parchment and a quill, just a little something to show he's appreciated, you know. He might need it after seeing Trent again.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
“We could go tomorrow,” Yasha says. “We have a couple of days before we have to go and see Vess DeRogna.”
Beau feels her stomach tighten. She pulls her gaze away from the mirror, no longer satisfied with just Yasha's reflection and rolls onto her side. “Yasha, are we talking about Caleb because you don't want to talk about Molly?”
“Is that okay?”
Beau wants to say yes. It very much feels like the right answer because it's the answer Yasha wants, but there's this tiny part of her, this small voice in the back of her head begging her not to say it. “I don't know. But if you did want to talk about him then I'm happy to listen.”
Beau stares at Yasha, watching as she takes a breath, and another, and another, and just as Beau thinks she isn't going to get an answer, Yasha also rolls onto her side and they're staring at each other.
“Do you think Cree is forcing him to go somewhere?”
“Jester said that he seemed willing. That he was smiling.”
“You don't think it's him, do you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I can't imagine Molly coming back and him not doing everything he could to find you, to let you know. He cared about you too much not to.”
“Even at end?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if he remembers and he hates me?”
“Yasha, why would...”
“Because I'm the reason he's dead. I could've stopped them from taking us. I should've stopped them, because if I had, you wouldn't have gone after them and Molly wouldn't be dead. It's my fault, why wouldn't he hate me?”
“Yasha, nobody ever blamed you for what happened. The Iron Fucks could've got the drop on any of us, Molly certainly never blamed you. There are a lot of things I didn't know about Molly, clearly, but one thing that I'm certain of is that Molly would never hate you. He loved you.” Beau places her hand on Yasha's shoulders.
“Thank you, Beau,”Yasha says, but there are clearly tears in her eyes.
“And whatever happens next I'm here, okay.” Beau's hand slides from Yasha's shoulder up to the back of her neck and pulls her into a hug. Yasha's hands grab at her waist and the two of them hold each other until sleep eventually takes them.
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