#this was supposed to be longer but it’s 4:30 in the morning and i’m done
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the only exception
summary ⎯ where blade thinks there is no more hope for love, but you may be the only exception.
tags ⎯ soft blade. mentions of blade's past. reader uses his real name (yingxing) like once on accident. emotional rollercoaster. blade goes through the 5 stages of grief except its not grief it's love. blade is bad at feelings.
tana's thoughts ⎯ gave into the voices and i starting writing this.
the xianzhou is not like it used to be, yet it has not changed that much either. at least, that's what blade noticed as he stood by one of the railings at starskiff haven. he watched the starskiffs come and go as he stood there, motionless.
he had a cup of tea from the tea parlor nearby. some customers wanted him to engage in tea discourse with them because he was an "outworlder," but with one glare from him, they knew better than to press on. so now, he was alone in the dark with sunglasses on.
starskiffs seemed to improve throughout the years. his favorite snack stand was gone, one he used to visit with you. blade tried to ignore the burning sensation in the middle of his chest at the thought. but the stupid mungbean soda vending machines were still there. damn them, he thought.
blade took off his sunglasses momentarily as he rubbed his eyes. sunglasses were obviously meant to be worn in the sun, not in the dark: they were causing him eye strain. he tried to be as subtle as possible, not trying to attract any cloud knights or realm-keeping employees. his face was still on a wanted poster, after all.
"ahem."
blade turned back to find a cloud knight with a mung bean soda in their hand. his mind instantly turned to you, given that you were also a cloud knight who loved mung bean soda (unless that changed as well), but he snapped back to the current situation. he was about to be arrested. the cloud knight cornered him, spear in hand as they slightly lifted up their helmet to take a sip out of their drink.
have cloud knights gotten sloppier? why are they drinking soda when they were about to arrest someone? blade furrowed his eyebrows, but still got into a defensive position.
he was about to swing at the cloud knight until they held their hands up in surrender, "woah, dude," they slowly said, raising their hands up, "i'm not gonna arrest you," they placed their mung bean soda on the railing, and removed their hat.
and it was you. he was just thinking about you, and you appeared. the sight felt surreal. you, who he had been so close with all those years ago. you, who became his first friend on the luofu. you, who still lingered in his mind after all these years, who he thought about even when the mara was affecting him.
you've changed. though you haven't exactly aged, you look older. you look exhausted; your face didn't glow as it used to. blade thinks he is partial to blame for that. your posture is profoundly straight and no longer slouched⎯something you used to struggle with.
the wind blows through your hair, scattering some leaves around with it. your expression is neutral as you throw all your armor on the ground and dust yourself off. there is no smile adorning your face. everything feels so identical, but so different.
his stance softened, but he didn't let up. when you saw that, you only sighed in response. after kicking some stray pieces of armor to the side, you lean your back on the rail as you sipped your soda. the sound of the armor colliding together on the floor made blade cringe.
"i don't actually wear armor, by the way," you swung the drink in his vicinity, offering him a sip using a hand gesture. when he didn't respond, you took another swig. "i have my own uniform. pretty cool, isn't it?" you tilt your head down towards your outfit.
blade doesn't understand. why were you speaking to him as if you two were still friends? could you recognize him under the glasses? it has been so long, he'd be surprised if you recognized him at all.
blade tries to maintain his cover. he is silent while you raise an eyebrow inquisitively, wondering why this stranger wasn't responding to you. you're waiting for him to speak, blade notices. he doesn't say anything. you tilt your head to the side, and blade tilts his head the other way.
you sigh, "you know, not many people are out here so late," you sip out of your soda can, looking at blade while he looks at the starskiffs. you continue, "an old friend of mine used to do this. we'd go out every night and create elaborate stories about strangers, and then stare at starskiffs."
you're telling blade about himself. or, his past self anyway. there's a present ache in his heart, hearing how you speak about him. blade feels like an imposter, standing here with sunglasses on while you talk about him. you sound melancholic, like you miss him. a stupid thing for you, blade thought.
"he's gone now," you turned and leaned forward, now watching the starskiffs with blade. he gets a sense of deja vu, and the feeling sends chills all over his body. you rest your head on your arms on the rail, "i miss him though. he was a little awkward, but he was kind."
"and sometimes," you turn your head towards blade, "he was a little annoying. like he would keep hating on my soda," you hold your soda up to blade, but all he could think about was how you just called him annoying, "or he'd force me to go to bed early. coddle me. nag at me to do my laundry⎯that was very annoying. like, hello? i'm an adult, i could totally do my own laundry," you ranted as you watched the starskiffs.
"maybe you should've done your laundry earlier," he mumbled to himself. he made sure it was low enough that only he would be able to hear it. if you noticed, you didn't say anything; you were still focused on the starskiffs passing by.
blade takes the time to look at you. to study you. it felt like everything about you was so different, but you were still the same. you still chatted about anything to strangers (something he always chided you about). you still drank mung bean soda. you didn't have that growth spurt you dreamed about.
but you were quieter. ironic, because you just jabbered about the annoyances blade had caused you years ago. but you didn't give out too many details. you didn't mouth off about what tea parlor was best, or recent gossip from earlier. you kept things to yourself. blade doesn't know if he should be happy or not.
something was off. there was a wall between you now. and it felt so wrong. blade knows he isn't entitled to anything⎯not anymore, at least. but the feeling of disconnect between two people who were once rooted together physically pained him. even with everything that has happened, he did not want to see you like this.
"i hope he visits soon," you look at him with eyes that glitter among the stars. you're still hopeful; that has not changed. you speak like the sun is shining in your body, and your words are laced with warmth that eases enough for blade to let his guard down. that's when he realized that you're still glowing, and you never stopped.
but your words also bring a stabbing pain into his heart. why are you still longing for him? you should have moved on. you should have found someone better for you. someone who will not harm you at any given moment. but here you are, missing him. hoping he comes back.
"seriously? i just told you that i missed you and hoped you came back, and you say nothing??" you grimaced, looking exasperated. there's a slight crack in the wall now, but blade doesn't notice.
he had other things to concentrate on. like what you just said.
blade did not find this very amusing. his eyes widened underneath his sunglasses and he took a few steps back. after all these years, you could still find him in a crowd full of people. it was love he did not deserve, yet still begrudgingly craved.
"how did you know it was me?" was all blade could utter. he was too alarmed to ask any other questions, or press on your story. or to ask more about you.
you glower and huff, "so he does speak," you cross your arms over the railing as you turn to make eye contact with your past ally.
"how did you know?" blade snarled. he didn't intend for his words to come out as harsh as they did, and the moment they left his mouth, he wanted to shove the words back in and eat them. he had forgotten how you made him feel like an idiot sometimes just by doing absolutely nothing.
your eyes widen and your eyebrows slightly jump up; blade wishes he could erase that expression from his head permanently. however, instead of reacting to it, your composure remains calm. it unsettles blade; he has never seen you so calm before. when you two were young, you got into arguments with those who barely picked a fight with you. you were straightforward and aggressive: blade shouldn't have admired that about you, but nevertheless, he did.
you're less temperamental, and blade doesn't know if he likes it or not. he was worried. after a lifetime of emptiness and recklessness, blade worries. he worries about you: your life, your job, your wellbeing. he worries if you got promoted or not, or if you're living happily.
do you have a partner? blade tries to ignore the flames surrounding his heart as he thinks about your love life.
"oh please. after all the years we've spent together, you'd think i wouldn't be able to spot you in a crowd?" you let out a dry and curt laugh, "just because your hair got darker and you changed your outfit, does not mean you are unrecognizable."
"not to me, anyway," you quietly add, turning your gaze away from him and back to the starskiffs. there's an overwhelming feeling that was welling up in blade's body. it wasn't mara, because it felt more peaceful. but the urge was still strong. he wanted to grab your chin and turn you back towards him; he wanted you to look at him again and explain. to tell him about everything. he doesn't care about the topic, but he will listen no matter what.
blade feels foolish. how could one conversation (if you could even call this a conversation) make him feel so lovestruck? every single feeling for you⎯that he thought he had discarded a long time ago⎯reappeared out of thin air. it all came rushing back at him: your personality, your terrible jokes, and every single thing he grew to love about you. blade tried so hard to dismiss those feelings in the past century, and in the midst of a few minutes, all his past work crumbled.
when blade doesn't say anything, you take a sip out of your drink. the silence is tense; it is opposed to the once comfortable silences you two shared while watching starskiffs. blade thinks that, in another life, nothing would have changed: he would not have become mara-struck, and you two would watch starskiffs fly for hours on end.
but everything has changed now. and there's no going back to fix it. blade will shove down every morsel of affection he feels for you again. and this time, they won't come back up. starting tonight.
you give him a small smile, "so, wanna tell me what you've been up to?"
he will shove down every morsel of affection. starting tomorrow night. another crack in the wall between the both of you.
the feeling of wanting to capture someone's smile is maddening. you drive him crazy, and you make him more insane than mara ever could. all of this because of one smile? blade pictures your small smile once again. it's incomparable to your true smile, though. one where you're showing all your teeth and your eyes crinkle with such bemusement it drives him amuck.
once he pictures your toothy smile, he sinks deeper into the talons of endearment.
"aren't you supposed to arrest me?" he deflects, trying to stem away from his previous lovesick thoughts. maybe, if you arrest him now, he could flee from the luofu forever. maybe then, he'd have a reason to avoid you for life.
you make a 'pfft' noise with your mouth, and the sound is familiar and stupid. it has no reason to make his heart flutter the way it just did.
"if i wanted to arrest you, then you'd be in the hall of karma ages ago," you boast, "luckily for you though, i'm on a break."
"didn't know cloud knights slacked off now," blade rolls his eyes under his sunglasses. he thinks that if he's rude enough towards you, then you'd get the message that he's changed, and you would leave. he's not the same person he was before. if he didn't deserve you back then, he most definitely did not deserve you now.
"well, i'm not a cloud knight anymore," you step closer to him, "i'm a lieutenant."
so you got promoted. blade deeply tries to ignore how his breaths get more shallow after the mention of your promotion.
instead of congratulating you, blade instead replies with, "so you're the same rank as that kid that follows the general around?"
your face falls, and dread swarms throughout his body, spreading through every vein and artery and organ. every regret blade has does not compare with whatever he just said. blade finds that, whenever he thinks about regret, your face has always remained through his sea of remorse. you are the one thing he regrets in many different ways.
blade regrets meeting you. he regrets indulging in your offers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. he regrets spending his nights with you. he regrets every time his heart leapt multiple beats whenever you were near. he regrets letting his guard down around you, because even now⎯whenever he is with you⎯he feels incredibly relaxed, despite not having to see you in centuries.
he regrets you. he regrets not being able to say goodbye to you. he regrets leaving you with so many qualms. he regrets not being able to see you change. he regrets the fact that he never got to confess to you. he regrets the fact that he still loves you, because why else would he be feeling this way?
the idiot keeps his mouth shut, even though he wants to apologize. "i didn't mean it," he wanted to say, "i'm sure you are very capable now. you stand up more straighter and you look more put together. not that you didn't look put together before. well, actually you didn't, but that's not the point."
it occured to blade that he was rambling about you in his mind. he was describing you in his mind. he was going crazy. nobody else notices these things about you. but blade physically could not tear his eyes away from you. the more he stared, the more he noticed more: such as the way your shoulders were more upright, your breathing was slow and even, and you surprisingly didn't look like you wanted to kill him. the you from centuries ago would have thrown him off the ledge.
you sigh, pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose, "i see you've met yanqing."
blade says nothing, which simply prompts you to keep talking. a tiny slither of comfort enter's blade's body: it was refreshing to see that after years, some things will never change.
"he's jing yuan's retainer," blade internally (and bitterly) revels in the fact that you don't use any formalities with jing yuan anymore, "he can be a bit... much. but it makes sense. he's only a kid, you know? i like him," you move your soda can to the side to make room for your arms. you're leaning on the railing again, and you were not looking at blade anymore. it should not scatter uneasiness around his nerves.
he wants to share an anecdote of his own. blade yearns for connection with you for just once more. when he is around you, there's an ache in his heart. it was always there; past and present. he thought it would be subtle, like a symptom of a short-term illness. but soon he realized, the symptom he shrugged off was a manifestation of something bigger. and blade never truly recognized how long his sickness would last. because here he is right now, sick as a dog in your presence.
if wanting to fuel your everlasting fire was a sickness, blade decided that he would be diagnosed as terminal.
blade tsks at your statement. you are not impressed; your face looking slack and skeptical. there have been many times where he has been on the receiving end of that look, yet he feels the air swirl all around in his stomach every time you look at him that way. he also tries to slow his heart rate down: there should be no reason why he should be elated at the fact that you're looking at him.
"don't give me that," you cross your arms, "he reminds me of you," you pause, letting the silence overtake the both of you. there are so many unsaid things that the silence feels full, yet still too quiet. you know that the past is a sensitive topic for blade (and you as well, but you choose to dwell on that another night).
"back when we were kids, anyway," you quickly add on.
blade scoffs. scoffs. he does not see himself in yanqing, and he also does not know how you came up to that conclusion. it was ridiculous and strange. blade had to fight a scowl off his face: yanqing and him were nothing alike. if anything, the child was the spitting image of the general.
at least time hasn't changed your terrible analogies.
"terrible?" you point a finger at him, nearing his sunglasses. oh. he said that out loud. "i'll have you know, my analogies are great!"
"you compared me to yanqing, who resembles jing yuan the most," blade shifts his head to the side as he crosses his arms. your finger made his glasses shift down slightly. he could see you a lot better now without the dark obstructing his view, and he internally curses at the wanted posters for being the (indirect) reason he has to wear the glasses.
you let out a sound of disbelief, which resembled blade's scoff and your huff from earlier, "first of all, i was describing temperament. second, terrible?!?"
"if you were describing temperament, then that child would be your twin," he says, trying to fight off the feeling of his lips turning up. this feels familiar. it feels homely, almost. the world melts away when he is around you. every person, place, worry: disintegrated away by your warmth. did you know that? how do you do that? how do you make all the problems in the world disappear so easily?
you let out a breathy laugh, turning away from blade one more time. except, this time, you turn back, a grin evident on your face. it's dark in starskiff haven at the moment, but blade is sure that he just saw the sun in your smile. out of his peripheral vision, he looks to see if anyone else has noticed. have they noticed the light coming from you? how do they notice notice it?
the world continues to move, but with you, it seems that everything is perfectly still.
"i'll have you know, i worked on that whole temperament thing," you held up a hand to his face, "i'm chill now."
"oh really?" blade skeptically raises an eyebrow. you can see it through the crack in his facade left by the sunglasses. you can see his eyes a little bit more clearer.
"oh yeah," you drag out, taking a long sip of your soda. you turn on your back and spread your arms across the railings, mimicking a tired soldier, "i'm chill."
and this feels so normal, like if it was a typical night on the luofu. you and him spending time together once again. everything fell back into place so easily, as if the events of all those years ago never happened. why was it so easy?
various emotions coarse through his body, each feeling worse than the last. he can't stay. he can't live. he knows that the longer he stays here with you, the harder leaving you gets. but things have changed, even if you have not. you probably couldn't even love him the same either, logistically speaking. there were too many obstacles standing between the both of you: loving him was impossible.
he still does not understand why you still speak to him.
greeted by his silence, you choose to continue the conversation further, "this soda really helped," you slide the drink over to him again, "it's been a few years. you should try it again."
"a few years, huh?" blade eyes the drink. biggest understatement of the year.
"yeah," you eye him. your eyes are telling him to say something. blade, in all of his fearlessness, is scared. he has not been scared in a long time. the feelings of fear rushing back into him leave him stranded to his own devices, and he has no clue how to react. he used to turn to you for these things, but now, you are the reason for his fear.
you step closer to him. you are close enough that your shoulders are now touching. when you speak, blade tries to control the agitation growing in the pit of his stomach. destructive thoughts impede and pervase through his mind.
"they hate you."
"things will never be the same."
"whatever you had once, it has all gone down the drain now."
"please try the mung bean soda."
what?
blade snapped out of his head to see you holding up your drink right next to his face. he leaned his head backwards as he was met with your pleading eyes.
you took him out of his trance like it was nothing. you didn't have abilities like kafka did, yet you were able to take him out of his spiral using only six words. how was it that everything surrounding you became so easy?
"i'm not drinking that," blade says with a stern voice. he hopes that his glasses hide the panic that was once apparent in his eyes.
"c'mon," you begged, "just one sip⎯"
"why are you even doing this?" blade irritatedly snapped.
you raise an eyebrow and pretend to not know what he was talking about, "because i want you to try new things...?"
"you know what i mean."
you set down the soda can again and let out a long sigh. you run your hands through your hair, and blade thinks this is it. this is the moment where you snap back like you usually would. this is the part where you tell him that he should leave. he's too difficult, too hard to love.
"did you think i was lying back when i said i missed you?" your entire face softened. there was no light-heartened smirk or grin. you look sad. there are no other words to describe how else you look except sad. blade could not think of any other words. all he could focus on was you.
"i wasn't lying," you say, sounding more desperate than before, "i miss you so much, yin⎯blade." your tone turns sharp when you say his name now. this is it, blade tells himself, this is the part where you leave.
"you matter to me," you eunicate, "i still believe in you. i don't care about the past; i'm not letting it hold me back. which, i know is probably wrong on some level, but i don't care. because i miss you a lot."
"it's not even the fact that i miss us from before," you're rambling now. blade does not have the heart to stop you, "but i just miss you. blade or yingxing, i couldn't care less. i miss our late night talks, so when i saw you here tonight, i jumped at the opportunity to talk to you," you threw your hands up in the air, and then ran another hand through your hair, "and when we spoke⎯even with everything that happened⎯everything felt so easy while talking to you. and everything was okay. and i just wanted that so badly," your voice trailed off. blade swore he could hear it crack a little.
you had felt the same way he did. blade does not know if he was just consumed by an overwhelming sense of air flowing through his chest, or feeling something drop in his chest after you said what you said.
"sorry," you had nothing to apologize for, "i just word-dumped on you," you were using another one of your weird terms again, "i just wanted to let you know that i've always missed you. i've missed everything about you. and i don't want to let you go."
i still love you.
you don't say that. you finish your tangent with a long sigh and another swig of your soda can. it's almost empty. mentally, you feel like that soda can right now. you just dumped years worth of feelings on blade, and he responds with silence.
this is it, you think, this is where he leaves.
but he doesn't. he brings you closer. blade grabs your wrist before you can put the drink back down, and he brings the can to his lips. he faces the fact that he just put his lips where yours were. for a brief second, he imagines that he was pressing his lips onto yours⎯not the soda can.
blade takes back everything he said earlier. he does not regret you whatsoever. he yearns for you. he needs you to function. he wants you: all the time.
he does not regret meeting you. he is not a believer of gods, but he wants to praise whichever higher power that allowed your fate to intertwine with his. he does not regret spending every moment of his time with you; those have been some of the happiest memories in his life.
most of all, he does not regret loving you, because who would regret the warmth of an everlasting flame?
love has been something blade has lived without for many years. but it all comes back so effortlessly with you. and now he realizes why: he loves you like air fans flames. he will keep on giving into your love, so long as you are still there. it doesn't matter when or where: it just matters if you are there.
"i thought you didn't like mung bean soda," you look at his ear rather than his face, not ready for rejection.
"you wanted me to try something new, didn't you?" blade only looked at you, wrist still in hand. he ponders how he was ever scared of your love.
“i didn’t think you would try it so soon,” you pathetically laughed.
“sooner than you’d think,” he quietly mumbled, only so the two of you could hear it. his fingers were grasping the top of your hands as he still held onto your wrist.
“look,” you place the drink down, slinking your hand out of blade’s hold, “i know you’re probably going to be gone soon. that’s fine. couldn’t really expect you to stay because of your… you know. job,” you awkwardly explain, tucking your hands behind your back.
“but,” you sounded more optimistic, and it seemed as though the street lights all lit up, “you know that friend i was telling you about? the annoying one?” blade rolls his eyes, you only laugh at his reaction, “i hope that he visits more often.”
hope. you hope for him to come back. you hope for more. blade hopes for more too. he wants more, actually. craves it.
but he plays hard to get, “well, if you keep calling your friend ‘annoying’ i doubt he’ll visit as often as you’d like,” and he smirks. you have to bite your lip, hard, to restrain your giddy smile.
“well, i was just telling it as it is,” and it’s easy again. and you want this as much as blade does. and this is hope. this is hope that, even after everything, you’re still here and love is still alive. the wall is broken so easily.
“mhm, okay.”
“yup!”
“i’ll see if i can sort something out,” blade tells you, taking another drink of your soda. he’s emptied at this point. he’s only taking the “drink” so he could try to hide his (growing) blush from you.
“i thought you ‘weren’t going to visit’ as often,” you pouted, rolling your eyes.
“well, i never said that. i said your friend was going to do that. just giving you some advice, that’s all,” he teased. you felt your heart swell up: everything was going to be fine.
“your advice is shit.”
“you’re shit.”
yeah. everything will be okay.
if this looks familiar it’s bc this is an expanded ver of the xianzhou men hcs i did like a week ago. this was from blades part and i liked it sm i wrote more. wish i could have done the end a little bit more justice but i am TIREDDDD it was 4:30 in the morning.
but if u made it all the way down here i hope u enjoyed!! i put my tanussy in this and i wrote for like 5 hrs so pls enjoy LMAO
#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr#hsr x reader#blade x reader#blade x you#blade x y/n#this was supposed to be longer but it’s 4:30 in the morning and i’m done#like my brain is fried and i cant do this anymore 😭#the ending was rushed asl but yk other than that i didn’t hate this
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The KC Couple - Part 9
Word Count: 1327
Warnings: language, pregnancy talk, hints to smut,
A/N: I am tag-teaming games. I am just going to give an update for week 4. I just didn't know what to write for the game part...
Week 4 - 10/1 @ New York Jets
Chiefs Win 23-20. Updated record of 3-1. Travis did not get a touchdown.
Y/N got ready to head to bed for the night. It was the night before the game in Minnesota and you were exhausted. You and Travis had ran around the house trying to get things ready for the upcoming week. It was a short week for the Chiefs. They had a game tomorrow, which was October 8, then another game on Thursday, the 12th. You knew it was going to be chaotic and you were expecting it. You were glad it was a home game on Thursday.
Travis was currently in the basement of the house working out. He wanted a light workout but didn’t want to go to the facility. You knew his workouts like the back of your hand, and you knew he was almost done. You walked into Travis’s office and plugged in his iPad for the rest of the night.
Travis came back upstairs a few moments later.
“I was gonna hop in the shower. Do you wanna join me?”
“If I join you we will be in there a lot longer than we need to be. And you need to finish getting everything ready for the big game.”
“Ugh, ok. I’ll be out in a minute.
Travis came out shortly after. He wrapped his arms around your waist rubbing your bump.
“She is growing.”
“Yeah she is supposed to be growing.”
“I know but she is growing even with her being underweight.”
You started to tear up.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“What if she comes early and we can’t control it?”
“We will deal with that if it happens and if it does it will be ok.”
“What if she comes during one of your games. Then what do I do?”
“Oh. I didn’t really think about that. I don’t know.”
“Travis, that doesn’t make me feel better.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to management and Coach tomorrow morning about what to do.”
“Ok. What time do you guys leave tomorrow?”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“What time Travis?”
“7.”
“Are you serious? It is a primetime game.” (A/N: I know it isn’t an actual primetime game but just roll with it.)
“I don’t know that is just what coach told us.”
“Ok. So what time are you leaving here?”
“Like 6:30. I’m not getting there any fucking earlier than I need to.”
“Awe you just want to spend the most amount of time with me before you leave.”
“Duh. I fucking love you.”
Time Skip to the next morning
Travis woke up around 6 and finished getting everything ready to go and took it downstairs to the living room. He came back upstairs and kissed your forehead.
“Are you leaving?” you asked, keeping your eyes closed.
“Yeah. I’ll call you when we land in Minnesota.”
“Ok, love you.”
“Love you too baby.”
3 hours later
Travis had no idea that you were currently on a plane to Minneapolis, Minnesota. You were still good to fly and wanted to surprise Travis. This would probably be the last away game you would go to before you started staying home. You had already planned everything out with Coach Reid. Saying that you were going to be surprising Travis on the sidelines during warm ups. Coach said warm ups would start around 5:30. The flight to Minneapolis was only an hour and a half long from Kansas City.
You made it to your hotel room around 12. You were going to meet Brittany for lunch and then go shopping for a bit before heading to the stadium.
Warm Ups
You were currently standing on the sidelines with a bunch of fans. You waited for about 15 minutes before the Chief’s players came out of the tunnel to the field. You saw Travis immediately, and a security guard came over to take you to the bench. You watched Travis for a bit before he came over to get a drink of water. You hid behind a group of people and waited. Once he had set the water bottle back down and turned his back you ran up behind him. He turned around and looked shocked.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“I am definitely surprised. Hi.”
“Hi. You looked good out there.”
He blushed.
“Thanks pretty girl.”
“Are you nervous?”
“No, my knee was feeling a little sore but it is good now.”
“Ok. I am excited to watch you play.”
“I am excited you are here. I was nervous that for the short week this week we wouldn’t be able to see each other as much as normal. So I am glad I get to see you now.”
“I think this will be my last week coming to away games until Baby K comes.”
“I think we should announce baby K to the world today. I want to tell everyone.”
“Ok. I was gonna talk to you about that tomorrow. But I like that idea. What if once you guys come back out in uniform we get Brittany to take a picture of you kneeling down kissing my currently hidden bump.”
“Oh I like that.”
You gave him a few more kisses before he had to go back to the locker room to change. You went over to Brittany and told her the plan. She was excited to tell everyone.
You waited a few more minutes before the team came back out. The stadium booed. You made your way back to Travis. You took off your jacket, that was hiding your bump. You were close enough to the stands to hear people asking if you were pregnant. Travis knelt down and kissed your bump as Brittany took the photo. She sent it to you immediately. Travis stood back up and kissed you.
“Good luck out there. Stay safe. Get a touchdown or two. I love you.”
“I’ll try. I love you too. Go enjoy the good pretzels you like when we come here.”
You watched him run back onto the field.
2nd Quarter of the Game
It was the second quarter and you were sitting next to Brittany in a suite. You watched as Patrick threw the ball to Travis. Travis went to run the ball before getting caught up in the turf. He hit the ground immediately.
“Come on Trav,” you said, getting anxious immediately.
“He’s ok,” Brittany said, trying to reassure you.
Travis limped off the field to the bench. The camera zoomed in on his face. He looked like he was in pain.
“It’s a low ankle sprain,” you said staring into the TV screen on the wall.
“It’ll be fine. He’s ok. He’ll go in and get an X-ray in a minute.”
“Nothing is worse than our rookie season and the two concussions he had in the 2017 season.”
“See that is somewhat positive.”
Time skip
Travis came back out in the second half looking like it hadn’t even happened. He went on to score a touchdown. The Chiefs won 27-20. Making the record 4-1.
You headed down to the family waiting area. Travis and his teammates came out about an hour later. Travis came over to you.
“How’s our photo? Did it blow up the world?” he asked you.
You hadn’t looked at your phone the entire game. You posted the photo shortly after kick-off, then turned your phone off for the rest of the game.
“I don’t know, let's check.”
You scrolled through the comments for a little bit. Most of your followers were ecstatic over the news. You had a few rude comments here and there but you had gotten used to them and learned to ignore them. Your normal posts got about 1-2 million likes, but this photo was currently sitting at 4.8 million likes. With the caption: “Mommy and Daddy can’t wait to bring you to your first game. We can’t wait to share our bundle of joy with the world. Baby Kelce (or Baby K) coming 2024.”
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August 10 - Prompt: Rain - 1.3k words - @jegulus-microfic - cw: MCD
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The door creaks against the hinges as a voice clears behind him. “Mr Black, I’m very sorry but, do you know how much longer you’ll be w-“
“I have 13 minutes left.”
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
“Of course.” She sounds sad. Whoever she is. “We’ll be just outside if you need anything.”
Regulus listens to the soft close of the door and resumes the slow motion of running his hand down James’ face. He watches the rain splatter against the window and focuses on the droplets that slide down the glass. “You’d think after the 2 hours Sirius spent in here this morning that this lot would be more patient.”
Silence.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The rain falls harder as the winds pick up, it’s a dull noise but it’s at least something different to the regular beeps and tones of the machines that fill the room. Finally, Regulus turns towards his husband.
It’s a struggle to do so. He can’t look away now, even if he wants to.
“Harry had another tantrum when your parents came to take him earlier. First one in 4 days so, new record.”
Regulus waits. He doesn’t know why.
“Maybe he knows what today is.” He huffs a bitter short laugh as his eyes start to water again, "If he does, he’s dealing with it a lot better than I am.”
Tick. Tock.
“The-uh, nurses they, they told me if I didn’t do it by 11.59pm exactly that they’d have to come in here and do it themselves.” Regulus runs his hands through James soft curls, heart clenching at the memory of Euphemia asking the nurses if she could wash James’ hair this morning.
Regulus supposes that’s all he’s going to have in a few minutes. Memories.
“Obviously that didn’t go down well. Might’ve thrown a bedpan.” Regulus smiles to himself as he does his best to form James’ sweet laugh in his head. He fights it for as long as he can, but the tears roll down faster than the droplets out the window and the sob in his throat carries through every word he struggles to speak.
“I’m doing it. Even if it’s the most awful thing you’ve ever done to me, I’m doing what you want.” James’ cheeks are hollower now, Regulus thinks as he strokes his face. He knows every curve and ridge of the body in front of him and to see it wither away to something that’s barely hanging on feels like a crime against nature.
Something this beautiful should never be allowed to be fade. It should be protected, preserved, guarded. Like art, or history. Even if it means ordinary people can never come close to it, it should be saved. It’s too magnificent to not be immortal.
James is too magnificent. He’s supposed to be immortal.
The beeps of the machines and the steady noise of the ventilator have become an unhealthy comfort to Regulus. He knows they mean nothing, all they do is give him an illusion, but he’s fairly certain this illusion is the only thing keeping him from losing his mind.
“30 days.” Regulus breathes out, “that’s what the directive said. After 30 days, if you didn’t come back to me, I’d have to let you go.” The machine beeps and the clocks tick like the symphony to Regulus’ torment, an orchestra made to torture to him in a room he can’t ever leave. “You’re a fucking bastard, Potter.”
Of course, James didn’t tell him about it, probably knew well enough to know Regulus would’ve burned every single copy of any mention of an end-of-life directive.
The rain fills Regulus’ ears, and it makes him think of the day they got married.
“5 years ago, you stood under a soaking wet arch in the rain and promised me a lifetime with my husband.” Regulus swallows roughly as his breathing turns heavy, "how does a lifetime turn into 30 days?”
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
“I can’t do this without you James” Regulus whispers as the sobs begin to take over his body. He’s so tired. He doesn’t want to cry anymore. “I’m so mad at you and I can’t be mad at you right now but what the hell am I supposed to do? How do I do this?” Regulus’ hands shake as he touches the lifeless body of his husband, willing him to show any sign of returning. Begging him to just stop this agony.
Silence.
Regulus moves to lie down on the bed next to him. He’s so familiar with this space and yet so unable to bear it now. It’s not how it’s supposed to be. James’ arms are supposed to be around him. His smile is supposed to be pressed into Regulus’ cheek. His hands are supposed to be sneaking their way under Regulus’ clothes.
Instead, they’re still. They’re left at his sides, waiting for Regulus’ shaking hands to grasp them and bring them to his chest. Regulus does so and with both of James’ unmoving hands hugged against his own barely beating heart, Regulus is left to clutch at a chest that only moves up and down because of a machine he can’t bring himself to turn off.
“I miss you so much.” Regulus’ forehead rests against James’ jaw, tears running dreadfully down both their necks as he cries and mumbles their minutes away. “I miss your voice. Your laugh. I miss your eyes.”
Tick. Tock.
“It’s raining James. We got married in the rain.” Regulus closes his eyes as he lies his head against James’ chest, tears uncontrollably falling from his eyes and soaking the hospital gown, “and now you’re leaving me in the rain.”
Regulus sobs into his husband’s chest. His whole body curling forward, one hand reaching forward to grab a hold of James’ shoulder and the other holding his hand against his own breaking heart. He had always thought nothing could ever be that bad so long as he was holding James’ hand. And yet, here he is, feeling the world around him turn to ash and the breath in his lungs set him aflame, all because the hand that once comforted him can no longer clutch him back.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
“I can’t do it, I can’t, not alone. I don’t know- what do I- Harry needs you too.” Regulus feels an entirely different sort of pain when he remembers their son, so innocent and unaware of what he’s losing, “He’s going to get older, and he’ll need you. He has to learn how to ride a bike and go to school and do homework and make friends and graduate and fall in love and have his heart broken and be in pain and he needs you for that, James he needs you- he needs-” Regulus sobs harder than he ever has, his wails likely being heard through the entire hospital as he refuses to let go, “I need yo-” Regulus words turn to cries as he fights to catch his breath.
“Please this isn’t fair. I don’t want to do this alone.”
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
“You’re my everything James, you can’t-”
Tick tock
“Please don’t leave me like this.”
Tick
“Mr Black?”
Tock
“It’s 11.58”
Tick
“James.”
Tock
“It’s raining James. You always kiss me in the rain.”
Tick
“Mr Black?”
Tock
“I can’t do this.”
Tick
“I’m sorry sir, it’s time.”
Tock.
“James?”
There are only 4 things to be heard in the hospital room when the clock strikes 12 am. The rain splattering against the window and the ticking's of a clock, that no one will remember. The cries of a broken man that the people around him will do their best to forget. And a flatline tone, signalling the end of the life of the only man Regulus Black will ever love, and a sound that will haunt him till the day he dies and sees his love again.
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sundress event...
the event option won instead of a collab! so for this, all you have to do is just look at who I write for here, and then under the cut I dropped some prompts/kinks to go with it! all of these prompts came from this post! thank you to everyone who voted and participated!
example when sending in: hello! may I please ask for Shiu and #5 from the kinks and #3 from the prompts? thank you! or you can ask for Sukuna and #2 from the kinks! kinks and prompts do not have to be together but please keep it to a max of three!! if this flops we will all pretend this post wasn't made nor did I even talk about this at all lmaoo and please note that may or may not get to your request.
kinks/prompts
kinks
1. breeding kink
2. somnophilia
3. size kink
4. fingering
5. phone sex
6. wall sex
7. age gap
8. breast play
9. choking
10. cockwarming
11. car sex
12. monsterfucking
13. exhibitionism
14. dry humping
15. poly (ex: toji x you x shiu or suguru x you x satoru)
16. pet play
17. degradation kink
18. oral sex / oral fixation
19. praise kink
20. morning sex
21. hate fucking
22. thigh riding
23. face sitting
24. dacryphilia
25. corruption kink
26. jealous sex
27. spit kink
28. rough sex
29. soft sex
30. filming (consensual)
31. mirror sex
32. overstimulation
33. edging
34. dumbification
35. shower sex
36. voyeurism
37. cuckolding
38. thigh fucking
39. if you have a kink you don't see it on here just go ahead and ask me!
prompts
“i love it when you moan my name”
“just a little harder”
“let me give you a reason to stay in bed”
“no panties?”
“i want you now”
“use your tongue”
“please don’t stop”
“i can’t sleep without you here”
“do you like that”
“you need a place to stay for the night”
“spend the night with me”
“you can get louder can’t you”
“look what you do to me”
“i want to taste you”
“open your mouth”
“if you want to come you better beg”
“that feels so good”
“don’t cum yet”
“strip. now”
“take off your clothes”
“bite me” ”if you insist”
“can you feel what your doing to me”
“this is a one time thing”
“tell me how you like it”
“get on your hands and knees, right now”
“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”
“i just want to please you”
“each of my thoughts about you are improper”
“i love it when you kiss my neck”
“don’t be gentle”
“i’ve never want to fuck you more than i do now”
“you wanna have sex with me”
“you’re not going out dressed like that”
“i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional”
“make me”
“you’re mine”
“i love it when you talk dirty
“i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now”
“i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”
“don’t give me that look”
“like what you see”
“stay quiet”
“i told you to stay still"
“i promise I’ll be good”
“just shut up and fuck me”
“you feels so good”
“i want you inside me”
“be a good girl and spread your legs”
“don’t worry i’ll take of you”
“don’t tempt me”
“i’ve never done this before”
“don’t be afraid it’s just me”
“you’re more than just a one night stand”
“don’t forget who you belong to”
“would you just shut up and kiss me already”
“try to stay quiet understand?”
“we’re in public you know”
“don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks”
“are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”
“no i’m supposed to make you feel good”
“stop teasing me so much”
“bed. now”
“first one to make noises loses”
“i love the way you look with my fingers inside you”
“i guess I’ll just get off all by myself”
“these walls are pretty thick which means you and i can be as loud as we want”
“did you touch your self while i was gone”
“we can’t do that here”
“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“tell me what you want”
“y-you’re not.... w-wearing anything under that are you”
“there is no way anyone is that innocent”
“you taste like fucking candy”
“the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh”
“you make a sound it’s game over”
“i haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet"
“want help with that”
“you’re so fucking hot when you’re made”
“we’re not just friends you know that”
“what? does that feel good”
“if we get caught i’m blaming you”
“we have to be quiet”
“you have no idea how much i want you
“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”
“i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name”
“i really want to kiss you right now”
“wanna fuck?”
“how do i look”
“if you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning”
“don’t fucking touch what is not yours”
“we’re.... just friends”
“friends don’t do this kind of shit”
“how quickly can you cum”
“think you can warm me up”
“touch me and you lose”
“there’s people here”
“i don’t care what you do just fuck me”
“guess i’ll have to cum inside you then”
“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”
“we’ve been at it like rabbits and you’re still horny”
“use your mouth”
“show me”
“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you”
“you’re naked aren’t you”
“take it off slowly”
“your wish is my command”
“come to my room there’s this thing i wanna try”
“no one can ever find out about this”
“for your safety i’ll be gentle”
“are these handcuffs”
“i don’t feel like sleeping”
“what are you going to do about it”
“you won’t be getting any sleep tonight”
“why so shy?”
“don’t worry i’ll make you feel really good”
“you’re the one who aroused me so let’s have some fun”
“why don’t we move this to the bed”
“would you like to go somewhere a little private”
“these are so wet aren’t you going to remove them?”
“i was just about to wash up care to join”
“this feels dirty” “that's because it is”
“you feel amazing”
“don’t pretend to be so innocent”
“i want you to touch yourself”
“what has you so excited”
“i want you....here.... right now”
“bend over and spread your legs”
“i can’t hold back anymore”
“it’s been along day why don’t we help each other unwind”
“oh don’t mind me I’m just enjoying the view”
“your lips make me wonder what you taste like”
“i don’t like being told what to do unless i’m naked”
“you’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered”
“i’ve been thinking about this night”
“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”
“you’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me”
“lay back”
“i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”
“i can’t believe how wet you are already”
#txt#please please pretend you didn't see this if it flops#my events have not done so well in the past but I wanna do something still#it engages people into conversation and idk brings us closer?#idk but I can't wait to see what y'all wanna see!#jjk x reader
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A Payment: 7
The next morning finds you on the train. You usually get a compartment to yourself but you haven’t seen a single person on this car, which is unusual to say the least. You’re not going to kid yourself, you know that Steve bought out the car. His obsession with keeping you safe is going to drive you up the wall but you suppose that it’s better than the complete disinterest that your father had, other than Lance as your driver slash bodyguard slash babysitter he didn’t much care what you did as long as you came running at his call.
You’d taken the earliest train that you could so you could sleep on the train, Lance has never seemed to need the same amount of sleep as a normal human and since you were still forced to sleep with Steve you’d opted for sleeping on the train. When you’d sat down he’d sat next to you, working on his phone and you’d tried to stay awake, really you had, but you were just so tired.
You wake up with your head against a shoulder, at first you assume it’s Lance but then the voice talks and to your horror it’s Steve. You bolt upright and Steve chuckles softly,
“Stark, I gotta go.” He says before hanging up the phone. “Mornin’ Sweetheart.” He purrs and you give him a halfhearted glare that he just grins back at. “I was gonna wake you up soon, we’re almost there.”
“Okay.” You tell him standing and looking at him, he’s going to need to move for you to get past him but all he does is smirk expectantly up at you. “Are you gonna move?”
“I don’t think I will Darlin’.” You kick him in the shin as you squeeze past him,
“Oh, so sorry.” You say sweetly and he laughs, it’s like nothing you do phases this man. You come back from the bathroom and nearly tumble into his lap as the train lurches, slowing as it pulls into the station. Steve steadies you, not saying a word as you slip back into your seat.
He does some business while you pack up your apartment. You thought it would take a lot longer to pack up your life but you’re pretty much done packing what you’re going to take by 4:30.
“Steve?” You say, realizing that you actually don’t know your address yet,
“Yea Honey?”
“I don’t know our address.” He looks up at you, want clearly in his eyes and it knocks the breath from your lungs. He writes the address down for the driver then holds out a hand out for you.
“You hungry Sweetheart?”
“I could eat.” You agree and he pulls you closer to him before rumbling,
“I’m starving.” When he smirks down at you you know he doesn’t mean for food and you scowl at him, which does nothing to dissuade him. “What are you feeling like?”
“There’s a bar that I like.”
“You don’t wanna do somethin’ fancier?”
“No, I like the bar.” You wanna check in on Daisy, make sure that she’s okay and let her know you’ve moved back to New York. She and Grant had dated and things hadn’t exactly ended well, you’d taken Daisy in and had become close friends.
When you enter the bar she launches herself at you with a cry.
“Oh my god!” Steve tenses and you wave him off as you hug Daisy. “What the fuck! Bobbi said you got married?”
“Yea, it’s not a big deal.” You tell her and she pulls away from you glaring. Her gaze snaps to Steve,
“I assume this is the asshole.” She says and you give her a fond smile.
“This is Steve Rogers. My husband.” You tell her and she scowls at him.
“If you hurt her I’ll kill you myself.”
“If I hurt her I’ll let you.” He agrees and she blinks at him in surprise. His hand rests on the small of your back, “Darlin’ does your father own this bar?”
“No, I do.” You tell him and he looks surprised, “But I’d like to sell it to Daisy, I won’t be in Boston enough to keep an eye on it.” Daisy’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open in surprise.
“What? I can’t afford this place.”
“What if you pay me monthly until you pay me off? It’s not feasible for me to keep The Bar and this way I know you’re taken care of.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yea.” You assure her and she gives you another hug.
“If you need me you let me know and I’ll come to New York for you.”
“Like hell you will.” You tell her, “If he gets his hands on you again he won’t let you go. You’re safe here.” You can feel Steve shift slightly and you know he’s going to want an explanation but it’s none of his business “We’d like to eat.”
“You’ll come back and visit?”
“Of course. I’m still working for Howlett Brothers so I’ll be back every other month to check in with them.”
“Good. What can I get you guys?”
“Any of the burgers.” You tell her and when Steve goes to protest Daisy ignores him and nods,
“Okay.”
“Just trust me.” You tell him turning to go sit in your favorite booth. Steve slides into the booth next to you, rather than across from you like you’d thought he’d do. Bucky sits across from you and Lance takes his usual spot by the door.
When your food comes you thank Daisy and eat quickly. She always knows what kind of burger to give someone and by the way that Steve and Bucky both inhale theirs you know that’s she’s been spot on with theirs too.
“I got us a room at the place that I’m looking at buying.” Steve tells you as you walk out of The Bar.
“Okay.” You don’t really care at this point where you stay, you know that he’s not going to let you out of his sight and you do want to actually talk with Daisy, you know that she’s worried about you and you don’t want that.
“What?” Steve says sounding surprised,
“What?”
“You’re not going to fight me on this?”
“No? I’m kind of at the point where I know I’m not going to win this one so whatever.” He laughs softly and offers you his hand. You take it, which you’re not entirely sure why, but you’re not going to worry about it.
You head to the hotel, it’s a quaint little thing, maybe a hundred rooms or so, in a red brick building. You’re brought to the top floor and once the door is closed Steve hums softly.
“What do you think Sweetheart?”
“About?”
“The hotel.”
“It’s cute. Clearly dated and needs some work to be more sound proof, I know the planes are flying overhead but I feel like they’re right overhead.”
“You think it’s worth the cost?” He asks showing you the text from Pietro.
“No. I’d knock at least $50,000 off due to repairs and see what they counter with.” Steve gives you a little nod of approval then texts Pietro back. You text Daisy and let her know you wanted to see her after close, you’re fairly confident you’ll be able to slip out of the hotel without waking anyone.
You go to bed earlier than you might have if you weren’t planning on slipping out, but you are tired from your day of packing. You did think it was going to take much longer than a day to pack, granted you haven’t gotten any calls on your apartment yet but you also haven’t hired a realtor either. Maybe you will in a day or so, especially if you don’t get any bites tomorrow.
You allow yourself a little nap, then wake exactly at 1:30 in the morning. A skill you’d learned as a teenager, always be able to run. The room is dark and quiet, you hear Steve sleeping next to you, well on the other side of the pillow wall you’d built. You slip out of bed and into the bathroom where you’d left your suitcase, pull on a pair of jeans, your tennis shoes, a bra, tee shirt and your jean jacket then you dig your knife out of your bag and tuck it into your pocket with the hotel key. You don’t bother leaving a note, you’ll be back long before Steve wakes up and you know that you’ll have Lance on your six, he always seems to know what’s going on in your head and after your interaction with Daisy you know he’s going to know you’ll slip out to see her tonight.
You slip out the door of the hotel room, closing it softly behind you, then make your way down the stairs that elevator was so loud earlier.
You’re not surprised when Lance meets you on the sidewalk.
“Daisy?” He asks and you nod.
“I don’t need Steve knowing all her business.”
“If he finds out you’re gone he’s going to be pissed.”
“I never agreed to tell him what I was doing every second of the day, nor did I agree to get permission every time I leave his side. You’ve been enough for almost twenty years.”
“Why are you so resistant to letting him care about you? And you about him?”
“The last person, present company excluded, that I truly cared about was murdered in front of me by my own father. All she was trying to do was protect her children.”
“I know Queenie but maybe give him a chance?”
“It’s been three days. What makes you think I’m not?”
“Did you tell him you were leaving?” You don’t answer, you know he wasn’t really looking for an answer Lance knows you didn’t tell him. “I’m just saying. Him caring about you wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
“I already have two weaknesses, I don’t need three.”
“Bullshit.”
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This last weekend, starting on Friday I volunteered at the free dental clinic, IMOM (Iowa Mission of Mercy). I worked a split shift on Thursday and Friday I worked until 10:30 so I could go home and let the dogs out. David had been in Dubuque at a conference and was arriving home later in the day.
Unfortunately it had been raining a lot, it was miserable, we do need the rain so I was happy it was raining but by the time I got inside the convention center where they were hosting the program, I was soaked and I had a raincoat and hat. My feet were completely soaked. And here I was complaining about it until I talked to some of the people who I was interpreting for, they got there at 4 or 5 in the morning, many of them drove for an hour or longer, had to wait in line while it was raining and cold. Then, they had to be inside waiting and got done between 4 and 5 and maybe 6 in the evening. At least Saturday wasn’t raining. But I tell you, it was a rewarding thing to do but it breaks my heart to see so many people to go through so much just to get some dental work. Sad. And I’m thankful for the dental professionals who donated their time, they saw so many people, and with so many foreigners I know there were some things lost in translation because sometimes we weren’t around possibly because we were helping someone else.
Friday I was exhausted and my feet hurt. I was in bed sleeping before 9pm. Saturday I was only supposed to go from noon until 5:30 but I went earlier in the morning and left a bit before 5:30 but by then they didn’t have many Spanish people anymore and there were others who spoke the language. I did wear sneakers instead of Toms shoes, I mean, Toms are good until you have to be on your feet for long hours walking on concrete.
Next year they’ll host it in Sioux City so I guess I will not be volunteering, it’s too far away.
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Untitled's Prompt Writing - Generic
This 1/3 list of Prompts that I would like to do writing on Steve Harrington (I know, I'm biased. Sue Me.)
18/1/23 - Change of plans more bois are coming into the picture 😆
All of the lists will be credited to @justforshitsandcackles - I just changed some of them to fit to the universes I will write about. I'll roll a dice thrice to know who will I do the story about, what genre and number I do.
There will be no requests, but I could change my mind over time :3
1. “You know we’re meant to be.”
2. “The thought of losing you scares me.”
3. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”
4. “You’re staring again.”
5. “Wow. you look stunning.”
6. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”
7. “I missed you so much.”
8. “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
9. “Mine.”
10. “I’m going to marry you one day.”
11. “You cant banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”
12. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
13. “Stop being so cute.”
14. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”
15. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”
16. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?”
17. “Will you just hold me?”
18. “What do you have behind your back?”
19. “Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.”
20. “You look really good in my sweater.”
21. “No, i’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
22. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
23. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”
24. “Lets just stay in bed.”
25. “Is that my shirt?”
26. “No, like..its just, i cant believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
27. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”
28. “Are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day?”
29. “Wow- you look…amazing.”
30. “I’m not jealous! Its just..you’re mine!”
31. “You snuck into my room, at 4am…to cuddle?”
32. “This is gonna sound cheesy but….I love when you’re half asleep and talking nonsense.”
33. “What? No! I wasn’t staring…I-I was looking at something behind you!”
34. “Stop being so cute.”
35. “Tell me again.”
36. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”
37. “Because i love you god damnit!”
38. “Wait a minute.. are you jealous?”
39. “I really want to kiss you right now.” || “Then do it.”
40. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
41. “I heard that!” || “You were supposed to!”
42. “I turned out liking you a lot more than i originally planned.”
43. “Even when we were kids, i always kicked your ass!”
44. “Why should we date?” || “Because we’re attracted to each other.” || “I’m attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”
45. “Where have you been all my life?” || “Hiding from you.”
46. “Somehow, i always seem to end up here. With you.” || “Soulmate shit, it’s hardcore as hell.”
47. “I love you.” || “Thats nice.”
48. “How do i look?”
49. “If i didn’t know you better, i’d say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”
50. “No! It’s your turn!”
51. “Enjoying the view, beautiful?”
52. “Be careful, he’s so sweet you might get diabetes.”
53. “I cant sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.”
54. “How am i supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”
55. “While i do enjoy the silent treatment, i wasn’t aware i had done anything to you.”
56. “What, you’ve never thought about us?”
57. “Why is your hand sweating so much?”
58. “So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”
59. “Im pretty sure your mom hates me.”
60. “You’re such a fun drunk.”
61. “Since my dog likes you then i guess i like you.”
62. “Tell them to fuck off.”
63. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
64. “I want to strangle you 99% of the time.”
65. “Could you not suck for five minutes?”
66. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
67. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”
68. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
69. “Well thats tragic.”
70. “I’m too sober for this.”
71. “You are actually insane!”
72. “I think you’re actually satan.”
73. “It’s like -50 degrees in here.”
74. “Laugh at my jokes! They’re funny and you know it!”
75. “Sorry isn’t going to help when i kick your ass!”
76. “Don’t let one of them electrocute themselves or something.”
77. “Holy shit! That thing is huge!”
78. “Don’t kink shame me.”
79. “I hope i’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
80. “I just cleaned that!”
81. “Don’t get sassy with me!”
82. “What do you have behind your back?”
83. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”
84. “Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.”
85. “I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”
86. “Bite me.”
87. “If you insist.”
88. “Im not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
89. “I need you to be my fake girlfriend/boyfriend.”
90. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”
91. “You snuck into my room, at 4am..to cuddle?”
92. “If we get caught i’m blaming you.”
93. “What? No! I wasn’t staring..i-i was looking at something behind you!”
94. “I locked the keys in the car.”
95. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
96. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
97. “Define normal.”
98. “Do i get bonus points if i act like i care?”
99. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and i don’t speak english.”
100. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
101. “And you wonder why you’re single.”
102. “Remind me to kill you. Please.”
103. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”
104. “She’s crazy. and just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, theres a crazy underground garage.”
105. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
106. “My middle finger salutes you.”
107. “I don’t think i could ever stab someone. I mean, lets be honest, i can barely get the straw in the capri sun.”
108. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how i feel.”
109. “Somebodys cranky.”
110. “Somebody needs to shut up.”
111. “All due respect but thats a bunch of crap.”
112. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
113. “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
114. “What did i tell you about calling him/her the devil?”
115. “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
116. “I heard that!”
117. “You were supposed to!”
118. “I’m not weird. I’m limited edition.”
119. “If history repeats itself, i am so getting a dinosaur.”
120. “You seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before?”
121. “Even when we were kids, i always kicked your ass!”
122. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
123. “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
124. “She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
125. “Do i regret it? Yes. Would i do it again? Probably.”
126. “You’re going to burn in a very special level in hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers, and people who talk at the theater.”
127. “I’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”
128. “Sometimes i question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
129. “Why should we date?”
130. “Because we’re attracted to each other.”
131. “I am attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”
132. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.”
133. “It saves time.”
134. “You’ve successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”
135. “Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
136. “Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”
137. “I didn’t do it!”
138. “Then why are you laughing?”
139. “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
140. “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
141. “You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”
142. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
143. “I’m so glad you could come.”
144. “Cut the crap. give me a drink.”
145. “Where have you been all my life?”
146. “Hiding from you.”
147. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but...no.”
148. “If you pull out my earphones, i will pull out your lungs.”
149. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”
150. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”
151. “My ex? Yeah id still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.”
152. “Such big evil in such a little thing.”
153. “For the love of fuck.”
154. “Yep, thats me. i love to fuck.”
155. “Are you ready to go?”
156. “Yeah. let me grab my machete.”
157. “We’re going to sephora. no machetes needed.”
158. Clears throat seriously, “Yas bitch.”
159. “No road trip is complete without the snacks. So go in there and buy everything you can fit in a tiny cart.”
160. “I’m all for making you miserable by being insufferable, but unfortunately i have things to do today.”
161. “Come on, you can help me make conspiracy theories. If you make an especially good one, ill pay for dinner.”
162. “You know what? Why not? I haven’t ruined my life yet this week. Lets go.”
163. “Do these dark circles under my eyes say nothing to you about how i am doing?”
164. “If i didn’t know you better, id say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”
165. “What are you talking about? Im hilarious!”
166. “Duct tape? Duct tape is not going to fix this!”
167. “What did you think? That you were going to fight him?”
168. “You’re blocking the view.”
169. “I am the view.”
170. “Why are you on the floor?”
171. “Tying my shoe.”
172. “You’re wearing rain-boots.”
173. “Cant stop me from slaying!”
174. “Close your eyes and imagine it, all the dogs in the world.”
175. “Be careful, he’s so sweet you might get diabetes.”
176. “Would you reconsider if i was sober?”
177. “Stop running i’m wearing flip flops!”
178. “Why are you holding your boobs?”
179. “I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like far distance admiring.”
180. “You need to stop making her laugh! you’re ruining her makeup!”
181. “I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification from just staring at him if i try hard enough.”
182. “I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”
183. “I’m either in the mood for french fries or to rip someone’s head off. Hmmm. decisions, decisions.”
184. “If you’re not out of the shower in the next five minutes, i’m going to cut your fucking hair off to make your life quicker.”
185. “No, i will not dress up as a chicken.”
186. “I never told my extended family that we broke up, and now they want to know when you’re coming over for dinner again.”
187. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”
188. “One more sound and i swear to-”
189. “Sometimes when (name) texts me, i just pretend they didn’t so i don’t have to respond.”
190. “You gave our pigeon boyfriend the wrong beans!”
191. “If i’m like 50 and still single, ill marry you because tax benefits.”
192. “Please, never have children.”
193. “I know its like 11pm, but i’m on my way to your house with nacho fries.”
194. “Sometimes i wish i was gay so i wouldn’t have to deal with all these dumbass boys.
195. “You know, would’ve been nice if you told me your whole ass family was coming to this dinner! I look like a troll.”
196. “Im going to the party to pet the dog, no thanks drugs.”
197. “I hope in college i get some excuse to deck him. Maybe with a bottle or something, ill wing it and be like “oops, sorry shithead, my hand slipped.”
198. “What is this shit...i’m just trying to graduate.”
199. “Ooo, i sense attitude in your tone.”
200. “Guess who only got two hours of sleep? Me, lol, i’m gonna die.“
201. “I’m gonna strangle you.”
202. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
203. “Superheroes aren’t allowed in my house, especially after they’ve destroyed my living room. go away.”
204. “oh you’re coming. even if i have to drag you through the snow in your pajamas.”
205. “i swear you’re gonna end up getting like botox in your tits or something.”
206. “well i mean-”
207. “whAT DO YOU MEAN?!”
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277 posts reblogged (90%)
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I tagged 292 of my posts in 2022
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27 notes - Posted November 23, 2022
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Just for the Night, chapter 2/2
FitzSimmons, rated M, 7900 words
Summary: Bringing home her cute new colleague for the night sounded like a good idea to Jemma Simmons. He's cute and a fantastic kisser, just what she needed to relieve the stress of spending Christmas with her whole family. She just hadn't planned that she would end up snowed in with her one-night stand AND her family for Christmas.
Once more, happy Christmas Libby <3
"I'm so sorry, they weren't supposed to be here until much later!" she whispered as she closed the door behind herself and leaned back against it as if someone might burst through it anytime.
"I know, you said so but I bet they wanted to avoid--"
"The snow, yeah. My mum tried to call but my phone was in the living room. I probably wouldn't have heard it anyway, I slept like the dead last night." Fitz smiled at that and there was something so sweet in a way that she didn't tell him the orgasms weren't the only responsible. Even though he'd greatly contributed to the short-lived state of relaxation she'd felt that morning, she'd been exhausted for weeks.
"Anyway, the road's closed so--"
His lips pressed against hers softly, taking her by surprise. She was busy panicking about the whole situation, how dare he interrupted her like that? But then, his arms wrapped around her waist, impossibly warm, and Jemma melted into the embrace with a slight whine. Maybe she should have gone and talked to him weeks ago. She might have brought him home to her London flat and gotten the opportunity to enjoy his affection longer without being interrupted in the worst possible way.
"Good morning," he said, eyes and tone equally soft when he pulled back.
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29 notes - Posted January 8, 2022
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Finally finished this portrait of Fitz/Iain from the wedding scene in 5x12 <3
It had been a while since I drew him and I’m pretty happy with the result! Done in watercolor and color pencils!
Commissions open for this type of portrait or digital ones, more details via DM :)
REDBUBBLE / ETSY
33 notes - Posted December 4, 2022
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It Was All Make-Believe
FitzSimmons, rated T, 2609 words (for now)
Chapter 1/6
@libbyweasley and I are very excited to finally start posting this fic we've been working on for months based on Libby's original idea. The fic is all written and a new chapter will be posted every week. I've written three chapters from Jemma's POV and Libby has written all chapters from Fitz's POV.
Hope you enjoy :)
Summary: Fitz and Jemma go undercover as a couple and discover it isn’t as difficult as they’d thought it would be. But what happens when those feelings become a little too real?
Season 1 AU
They all moved to the briefing room, May and Ward looking as awake and ready as ever. Fitz, not so much.
"Didn't even have time for breakfast," he grumbled as he took his place next to Jemma. "Why do these always have to be so early?"
Jemma shook her head and pressed the second mug of tea she was holding into his hand.
"Oh thank you." He took a sip and his face turned a little less grumpy for a second.
"Maybe the problem is that you stayed up working in the lab so late," Jemma pointed out and he huffed.
"You're one to talk!"
"But I can function on five hours of sleep, you obviously can't."
If his still only half open eyes and messy curls weren't enough to prove her point, Jemma reached out to straighten his collar.
"That's because he's still growing!" Skye tousled his hair as she walked past him to take her place in the briefing room.
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41 notes - Posted April 9, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
It had been a while since I’ve worked on a Liz/Jemma art :) (Based on that gorgeous Liz photoshoot I’m planning
I’ve done this one using both color pencils and watercolor and I’m thoroughly enjoying it.
I’m currently open for commissions (both traditional and digital fanart). Send me a DM to know more :)
44 notes - Posted July 3, 2022
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today is. a fucking roller coaster and i’m sick of it.
wanted to get the flea stuff done today but fucked my early hours away not working because i was so stressed after waking up to this morning’s shitshow
now it’s 9:30 and if i start now i’m still going to be fucking working on it til 4 am
but i started the wash and if i don’t keep going i don’t know where to put the clean stuff that’s safe without fixing the bedroom up
my mother keeps telling me to calm down and i am going to bite her between her and my brother there’s twelve meltdowns a week in this house she can deal with me having trouble keeping a lid on it once especially when nboody’s fucking helping me to figure out what to do
i try to make choices for her when it’s too much why can’t i have the same goddamn courtesy
i still have several hours of work, too much to do before rollover tonight, i’m so sore and so tired and i’m going to end up not doing the flea stuff tonight but then it’s a fucking joke to assume i’ll be able to get to it tomorrow and it’s nto going to happen again and i’m going to keep being so fuckign uncomfortable not to mention a horrible fucking person for making the pets suffer any longer but i feel like if i start now i’m just going to sit down in the middle of the room when i’m supposed to be vaccuming and cry and i can’t trust anyone else to do it properlly
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Blog 8-14-2023
Mornings are tough. I’m slow.. was thing am I getting diabetes? Is it menopause because my hormones tank in the morning? Allergies? Which are at an all time high. 😩😩
My blood sugar was 106 upon walking this morning. (Seems normal)
BP 116/80 pulse 78 (normal)
Blood work at the doctor and EKG this week all (normal). Thank you Jesus!
But I feel crappy in the mornings. Ugh 😩 Guys you have no idea how crappy menopause is. Just be understanding of women. It is h@$$ to go through. We are chemistry sets. Our bodies are constantly trying to self correct. We are constantly trying to overcome sometimes upwards of 40 symptoms and juggle our daily lives at the same time.
Add in allergies and meds for that and it’s a HOT MESS!
Yesterday after I completed my 5th shift as a food sample gal at Costco. I have kept track of what I felt like on the job and by the end of the shift. I arrive feeling great and normal midway through the shift and by the time I leave I feel terrible. The cold air and dust in the warehouse has me coughing non stop even after medicating. I’m so congested! (yes even with a mask)
I can’t stand for 7 hours. I almost fainted. No one is suppose to stand that long without movement. They have been forgetting to give me my lunch break and I end up getting my lunch at 3 pm when I’m done working at 4:30. It’s not right! So I’m questioning the job fit for me.
I love people! I love 💕 talking to them. I’m personable and great at sales. People buy the products I’m demoing because I talk to them. I ask them about their health.
Yesterday a lady was having low blood sugar and was having a hot flash. I gave her a whole protein bar. I stood near her and her friend until she returned to normal and then talked about nutrition. Ways to get through menopause, sugar levels, acid reflux etc. I’m very passionate about wellness. Especially as I age. I want to help others.
I also met a valedictorian from a local high school. She can’t have dairy or gluten. She meal preps weekly and cooks for her and her parents. She’s beautiful and smart. Very knowledgeable! I told her she was going to change the world. I also told her to start something online to help young and old people eat healthy with her recipes and wealth of knowledge. She lit up with a smile. I love encouraging others. She made me cry.. and I stood their crying like a goof. I’m so sensitive.
Our American diets are killing us. The process foods have got to stop being our main sources of food.
This post is a little longer than planned but I just had something to say.
Be an encouragement to someone else to day. ❤️ One by one we can lift each other up. My heart was truly blessed. (Even when I felt so crappy physically)
And sometimes… you just need a cup of coffee. I had one the other day (Decaf) and I was surprised how good and normal I felt. There is something about a cup of Java…. It really is a cup of sunshine 🌞
Have a great day everyone!
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Day 59 July 29 Barrie - Uxbridge 110kms
Today was supposed to only be 85kms. I guess I’m not used to navigating because I did a really bad job. It didn’t help that it was raining this morning. I put my iPad in the front bag so I could access it but there was no shelter along the road so I just cycled on with the idea that as long as I followed the bay, I was on course. Wrong!
When I finally stopped to check the map I found I had gone about 7kms past the turn! Right there was an extra 14kms.
Finally back on track I had done 28kms and hardly made any progress. I wasn’t having much fun in the rain so I thought I would regroup with a coffee and donut at Tim Hortons. Tim Hortons was the only option today, it was Saturday and I hadn’t looked for alternatives.
So I was actually trying to take the google maps cycle route today but I didn’t even manage that.
This is a photo I took leaving Barrie. It was a bit like Brighton Le Sands (in Sydney)
With the bay opposite.
That was before my extra kilometres.
This is a photo of the inside of Pinkie.
Sad but true. She is no longer very waterproof as all the rubber lining has turned gummy and is falling off. She was soaked very early today so I had to make do with the poncho.
After my Tim Horton’s break I just had to go straight ahead up a road I thought would be quiet. Unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be any quiet roads here. It was still raining, the shoulder came and went but at least I had memorised my turnoff so I didn’t miss it!
Another Tim Hortons break and the rain had pretty much stopped when I came out. Determined not to end up on the Highway I took a dirt road which ran parallel, then crossed at the lights to my chosen road. It wasn’t quiet but it was hilly.
There were a few of these hills before my next turn onto the most direct route to Uxbridge. It went thought a huge city with non stop traffic.
10kms later I was finally out the other side and on my final 30kms. Again there were large hills all the way to Uxbridge.
I eventually cycled into town and checked the map. Another 9kms….well it would have been if I didn’t miss another turn and do an extra 5kms of big hills. Grrr.
It was 4:30 when I finally arrived at this beautiful home.
So worth it!
Technically I’ve cycled across Canada ( apart from getting the bus and lifts) because I was at this point last year.
You probably all thought I would be riding into Toronto today. I could have, it might have been closer. I did mention when I took the bus that it would give me time to visit friends, so that’s what I’m doing. Tomorrow I am having a proper rest day ( the first one since Winnipeg) then on Monday I’ll finish my ride into Toronto. See you then!
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Morning Chaos
(Reader x Roman, Reader x Shinsuke, Reader x Kenny)
Summary: The morning chaos with your big family.
Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn requested by @purplegirl20
Warnings: it’s really just fluff, but it also includes polyamory. If you don’t like it you don’t have to read, but don’t hate on it.
You quietly laid your youngest back into her crib, having finished feeding and changing her. You checked the time seeing it was 5:30, time to get ready for the day. You closed the door to the nursery before heading back into Kenny’s room. You saw that Abe must have come in, as she had climbed into bed with him. Even though her sad was technically Shinsuke, you had all agreed to raid the kids with all the guys acting as dads.
To stay quiet you grabbed your clothes and went over to Romans room, which was empty as him and Shinsuke were out of town. You showered I’m the connected bathroom, and finished getting ready. Once done you saw it was time to start getting the kids up.
You went into Aria and Allen’s room to wake your 7 year olds. You bent down to the bottom bunk of the beds, rubbing the girls shoulder. “Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.” You whispered, slowly waking her up. Once you had them both up you pulled their clothes and laid it out, leaving them to get ready.
You then went downstairs to start breakfast for them. You pulled out some stuff to make oatmeal, along with some fruit and seasonings for it. You began warming up the food on the stove when you heard small footsteps making you turn. Abe walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eye.
“Hi mama.” She mumbled, walking over to you. You set the spoon down and picked the 4 year old up.
“Morning baby. Where is papa?”
“He’s checking on Lily.” She mumbled, letting her head rest on your shoulder.
“Do you remember the clothes we set out last night?” She nodded. “Could you go get them and ask Papa to help you get dressed? Then you can come with me to drop Aria and Allen at school.” She nodded and you set her down, letting her run upstairs. You finish cooking and plated the oatmeal, adding the stuff each child liked. Aria liked honey and raspberries, Allen liked cinnamon and crushed almonds, and Abe liked Strawberries and blueberries. You set the bowls at the table, giving each of them a glass of Apple juice and half a banana.
“Good morning mama!” You turned to see Abe along with Kenny who was holding Lily.
“Morning.” You greeted. Abe walked over to sit down on her seat while you walked over to kiss Kenny. “How’d you sleep?”
“Great.” Your youngest let out a squeal, pulling in her fathers hair. “What?” He scrunched his face up at the little girl. “You mad I’m giving mama my attention?”
“That ones going to be a daddy’s girl.” You chuckled, walking over to grab some baby food and a spoon. Kenny took it from you as he took her over to her high chair to feed her. You started to get the stuff for Aria and Allen’s lunch when Allen came bouncing down and Aria was dragging her backpack behind her.
“Good morning.” You called out. Allen was quick to greet you back while Aria just mumbled a hello. You finished their lunches and made yourself and Kenny a bowl to bring to the table.
“Thank you sweetheart.”
“No problem.” You said, sitting down at the table. The six of you sat in relative silence, except for Lily’s blabbering. You noticed Aria wasn’t eating anything.
“Ari, you ok sweetie?” You asked, reaching a hand out to rub her hand.
“When are daddy and Oton coming home?” You winced slightly at the question. The two of them were supposed to be home a few days ago, but they ended up needing to stay a few more days.
“Ya! I miss them!” Allen said, setting his spoon down.
“I want dada and Oton!” Abe this time. Even Lily blabbered loudly.
“Guys, you need to calm down.” Kenny tried. “You know that sometimes they have to stay a little longer at work.”
“Then why do you get to be home?” Aria asked.
“Because papa has to get better. I know you miss them, but I promise they are doing their best to get home.” You told her. “But I need you to eat your breakfast so you can go to school.��� She crossed her arms, still not wanting to eat.
“You better listen to your momma baby girl.” You practically jumped out of your seat, not expecting to see your other husbands there.
“Daddy!” Aria yelled, running into his arms as he picked her up. Allen and Abe ran to Shinsuke hugging him. You let the kids great there dads before the two of them walked over to you.
“Hello.” Roman greeted, pulling you up to his chest to kiss you lightly.
“Hi.” After a second Shinsuke pulled you over to him.
“Let me see my wife.” He told him, nuzzling his forehead against yours.
“We’ve both been gone the same about of time.”
“Oh calm down you two.” You rolled your eyes. You gave Shinsuke a quick kiss before pulling away to look at your kids. “And you two need to finish. I have to get you to school.”
“Do we have to.” Allen whined, making you give him a look.
“Ya mama, can we stay home?” Aria added.
“Come on mama, let them stay home” Roman tried. “Let’s just have a family day.” You sighed, looking at your family.
“Fine!” You threw your hands up in surrender. “But you guys get to handle bed time.”
“What did I do?” Kenny asked, making Roman snicker.
“You got her pregnant a year ago.” Shinsuke said, causing Roman to fully laugh.
“Fair enough.” He mumbled, moving his head as lily tried to grab his hair.
#aew#fanfiction#request#wwe#kenny omega#kenny omega x reader#roman reigns x reader#roman reigns#shinsuke nakamura#Shinsuke nakamura x reader#polyamory#mom reader
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1. "You're such a dork."
2. "Get over here, you doof."
3. "Cheeky."
4. "You're so needy."
5. "Kiss me again."
6. "You're so adorable!"
7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"
8. "I'm just so happy!"
9. "I can't stop smiling."
10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."
11. "You are being extra sweet today."
12. "Oh, look at you!"
13. "Your eyes are so pretty."
14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."
15. "Thank you for staying with me."
16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."
17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."
18. "You're like my hero/heroine."
19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."
20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."
@drink-it-write-it
21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."
22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"
23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"
24. "OH you're jealous!"
25. "Can we stay like this forever?"
26. "Please just kiss me already."
27. "I think you might be my soulmate."
28. "Sleep over? Please?"
29. "Are we on a date right now?"
30. "I think I'm in love with you."
31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"
32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."
33. "I wish we could live together already."
34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."
35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."
36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"
37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"
38. "Give me attention."
39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."
40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."
41. "Did you just hiss at me?"
@wishiwasanavenger-archive
42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"
43. "Can I kiss you?"
44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.”
45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."
46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."
47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"
48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."
49. "God, you are so fucking cute."
50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."
51. "Oh no... they're cute."
52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"
53. "God, I love your face."
54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"
55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."
56. "I'm already home."
57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."
58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"
59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."
60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"
61. "Would it help if I stayed?"
62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."
63. "God, you're pretty."
64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"
65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"
66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."
67. "You're so warm!"
68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"
69. "You always look beautiful."
70. "Your hands are so small!"
71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"
72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."
73. "Here, let me just–"
74. "You're really special to me."
75. "That tickles!"
76. "We only have one room left for the night..."
77. "Naps are life, okay?"
78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."
79. "I had the weirdest dream..."
80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."
81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."
82. "I love your voice."
83. "Put me down! I can walk!"
84. "Can... can you come over?"
85. "You're the best."
86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."
87. "I thought you liked love songs!"
88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."
89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."
90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."
91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."
92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."
93. "Let me carry that."
94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."
95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."
96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"
97. "It's always time for a milkshake."
98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."
99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."
100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"
101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."
102. "Oh my God, I love you."
103. "I told you to bring a jacket."
@writings-of-a-hufflepuff
104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"
105. "It's you, it always has been."
106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."
107. "Kiss me."
108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."
109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."
110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."
111. "I'd do anything for you."
112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."
113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."
114. "I'm so proud of you."
115. "You are my family."
116. "I'm right here."
117. "Can you just please hold me?"
118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."
119. "This reminded me of you."
120. "Your hair is really soft."
121. "Are you blushing?"
122. "Can I stay here tonight?"
123. "Because I love you."
124. "Make a wish!"
125. "I love seeing you smile."
126. "You're just a softie."
127. "You are crushing me right now."
128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."
129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."
130. "You're the only thing that matters."
131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"
132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"
133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"
134. "Don't let go."
135. "Stay."
@blisfvll
136. "You smell really nice."
137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."
138. "You're comfy."
139. "But I want to hear you sing."
140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."
141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"
142. "Your bed head is really cute."
143. "How about a kiss?"
144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"
145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"
146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."
147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"
148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."
149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"
150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."
151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."
152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."
153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."
154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."
155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."
156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."
157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."
158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."
@marauder-exe
159. "It's not funny!"
160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."
161. "Hurry back."
162. "I can't take you seriously."
163. "Problem solved."
164. "That was embarrassing."
165. "It's freezing in here."
@love-me-a-good-prompt
166. "I love you, baby."
167. "Hey, cutie."
168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."
169. "You're my world."
170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."
171. "You are so perfect."
172. "Marry me?"
173. "You're the best part of me."
174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."
175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"
176. "Come here, I need to hug you."
177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."
178. "You're the one."
@raggedy-dxctor
179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"
180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"
181. "You owe me a kiss."
182. "How did you get in here?"
183. "That's not even fair."
184. "You promised me a cookie!"
185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."
186. "You're not very intimidating."
187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."
188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."
189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"
@whcczes
190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."
191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."
192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."
@moanlightlust
193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"
194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."
195. "I'm here."
196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."
197. "I was born to be yours."
198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"
199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"
200. "You'll always be my favourite person."
201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."
202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."
203. "I'm yours. Forever."
204. "You always know how to cheer me up."
205. "I... I lost the ring."
206. "Will you be mine?"
207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."
208. "You saved my life."
209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"
210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."
211. "We're a team, remember?"
212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."
213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."
214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"
215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."
216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."
217. "I love you just the way you are."
218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"
219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"
220. "You make me feel pretty."
221. "You'll always be my best girl."
222. "Never hide yourself from me."
223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"
224. "I'll never give up on you."
225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."
226. "That prank went so wrong."
227. "Care to dance, my love?"
228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"
229. "You're too good to me."
230. "Is it that time of the month?"
231. "Can I braid your hair?"
232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."
233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"
234. "I got you."
235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."
236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"
237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."
238. "Because I care about you!"
239. "I just wanted to impress you."
240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."
241. "Did you just puke on me?"
242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."
243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"
244. "Could you sing to me?"
245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"
246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"
247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."
248. "A mistletoe? Really?"
249. "Will you join me, love?"
250. "I have feelings for you."
251. "You are the reason."
252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."
253. "You have a lovely name."
254. "You're my everything."
255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."
@voilawind
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Time Apart
CW: Trauma survivor, referenced noncon and assault, heavy internalized victim-blaming and self-loathing/anti-asexuality (Chris has serious issues from his conditioning around this)
(references events from this small series)
I think you should spend time apart, not with me.
When Chris picks up his phone, it's not at all the message from Laken he expected to see. Not the kind of thing they've ever sent before.
He has to read it two times, then three. The letters swim and shake along with a dull pounding inside his head, but no matter how he tries to make them into other words - tell himself he must have misunderstood, must be missing something - they come back together the same in the end.
I think you should spend time apart, not with me.
Each letter is as crisp and clean as a sterilized blade between each rib, one by one by one by one.
The words are a body blow. They're a hundred blows, beating him into a barely recognizable shattered shell of himself. It wasn't supposed to happen this way - it's been a bad few days, yeah, a bad week really, but until yesterday's fight it had never occurred to him that Laken might give up on him.
The fight was his fault, anyway.
He meant to apologize last night, but then Nova had come into his room, and he'd lost the rest of the night to lying next to Jake, trying to remember how to stop living inside his head again, how to stop being still.
He'd woke up this morning with his stomach doing butterfly flips inside him, nervous, but he'd really wanted to say he was sorry, for the fight, for all the weirdness lately. He'd wanted to apologize for being difficult.
Instead... he'd woken up to find a missed text from the night before, sent after he'd shoved Nova away but before he could stand to look at anything again.
I think you should spend time apart, not with me.
There it sits.
He hasn't unlocked his phone yet. Instead, he keeps tapping the button to light up the screen, looking at the message preview that has all he needs to see. Lets it go dark again. As if one of these times he'll click and it'll say something else.
But it doesn't,
It just says the same damn thing.
I think you should spend time apart.
Not with me.
He's still staring at it when another one comes in. He feels the soft pulse of his phone in his hand, and the screen lights on its own.
LAKEN - NOW Did you see my message?
He thinks maybe Kauri had it easier when he was the age Chris is now. Back when Kauri carried on entire conversations in emoji form, letting the nuance and ambiguity take over, the recipient working through the meaning on their own. With this, each letter is merciless, each word is unmistakable. He can’t misunderstand it.
Can he?
He opens the phone with shaking fingers, types back yes, presses send, and turns his phone off.
Then he throws it at the wall.
He’s grateful for the heavy plastic case that makes it bounce off and drop to the floor without breaking. There's a strip on the back, textured and a soft purple, gray, white, and black. He rubs his fingers over it sometimes in class to keep himself from rocking and being distracting.
Now he just... stares at it.
Laken bought that for him. They bought the shirt he's wearing right now-
He yanks it off his head before he can think, balls up the soft fabric and throws it as well. It just sort of drifts pointlessly to the floor, a single eyeball from the print of a band he likes staring back at him.
Laken has ranted before about people who break up by text message, and Chris has to breathe through a physical ache in his chest that tightens every muscle at how awful he must be that they're not doing this face to face. How awful, how used-up, how shredded apart, how fucking pretty he is.
After all, he and Laken have been together for more than a year, and he still held perfectly still for Nova to touch him before he remembered how to move. After all, he’s a grown man who still cried and fell apart when Jake was hurt. After all, after all, after all...
He scrambles across the floor for his phone again, turns it back on. Part of him hopes he’ll see a new text saying they take it back, they didn’t mean it. Or just asking him to apologize for what he’d said that night before, for how he’d thrown their confusion over his reaction to something back at them, echoing out the way Kauri fights sometimes, talking about himself the way he thinks everyone else might be thinking about him, so he says the insult first and no one else gets to surprise him with it.
But there’s nothing new.
He manages to open the texts again, barely, and breathes in gasps, nearly pants, as he types out, you don’t want me at your place?
Not right now.
Is it because of what I can’t do?
It takes them a minute to answer. Every single second ticks by with a slowness Chris hasn’t felt since his days in the cold white room, tied down to stillness, forced to endure every minute that passed in perfect silence or to the soundtrack of his own tears and pleading for it to stop.
When they do respond, it’s just, it’s because of what you won’t do.
His breath catches in his throat. The ache in his head starts to pound harder, and he has to close his eyes against a sharp stab behind them.
What he won’t do.
They’ve never cared before. How-... how could they suddenly care now? The fight had only a little bit been about that, it’d really been about something else. About his nightmares, how he’s not sleeping, not seeing his friends, skipping therapy. It hadn’t even been about... that. About what Chris can do and what he can’t, in bed.
But that was the thing - the fight had started when Chris had flinched back from Laken’s touch to his back, and snapped at them, and accused them of wanting too much, and...
And now this.
It’s like they knew about Nova. Knew that he could be good just fine - better than fine, Handler Petrus said he was one of the best he’d ever worked with once - he just... wouldn’t. Won’t. Doesn’t want to. Never wanted to.
Can’t do it without tearing himself to pieces all over again.
It was always a scream inside his mind, but should he have pushed it down and tried harder to be more like everyone else? Is he losing Laken because of it? Did Nova pick up on something Chris himself doesn’t know?
Should he have... tried?
Even if it hurt?
He drops the phone again, then kicks it viciously under his bed, listening to the scrape of it sliding across the floor, the thump as it hits the wall. He hears it vibrate again, but this time he doesn’t care what Laken has to say.
They’ve said enough.
He understands.
Part of him expected this eventually.
He leaves the room, doesn’t bother to pull on his compression shirt, even. He lets his skin prickle bare and exposed to the air. He accepts the discomfort, the uneasy feeling of being too seen, too felt.
The house is quiet, this early.
He makes himself toast with butter, wincing at the scrape of the knife against the crisp bread, the sound boring into his ears. But eventually it’s done, and he slumps into a chair at the kitchen table, willing himself to cry. Somehow, the tears just... don’t happen.
He can hear Jake snoring softly from the living room. He’d been up with Chris until nearly 4 am, then Chris was awake again at 6:30, looking at that text, looking over and over and over again. Two hours of sleep leave him weirdly euphoric alongside his despair. Like he’s floating in some nightmare place that isn’t awake and isn’t sleeping, either.
He’s probably slept nine hours in three days at this point. He keeps seeing Jake with a knife sticking out of him every time he closes his eyes. Jake, screaming as Antoni pushed cloth into his wound to stop up the bleeding. Jake with a bullet wound, sitting up against the wall, staring at him with wide eyes whispering, It’s okay, Tristan, I love you, it’s okay as he dies.
He can’t sleep. He can’t leave for long. He can’t breathe. He can’t think.
Him being what he is, it’s the reason Jake is hurt. If he hadn’t been his brother, he wouldn’t have decided to run a house for Romantics, and he wouldn’t have ended up dealing with all the dangerous bits about them.
Jake said it himself, didn’t he? It’s a mistake, running a house for Romantics. Not his best idea. A mistake.
Chris is a mistake.
Him being weak, and cowardly... it’s hurting Jake, making his life harder.
He makes everyone’s life harder.
There’s a soft sound of footsteps behind him, and he turns to find Nova in the doorway, staring back. She’s in a sleeveless gray dress and has her long dark hair pulled back from her temples, spilling in a waterfall down her back. Her eyes are dark and fathomless, and she gives him a faint, slight smile.
She had smiled like that with one hand down his pants.
Chris turns around, too fast, his head spinning a little, and hunches over his toast. “Good... good, um, good morning,” He mumbles.
She clears her throat. “Morning. Chris, about-... about last night...”
“Don’t, um, don’t-... don’t don’t don’t worry about it.” He takes a breath. He doesn’t want his toast any longer.
“I’m sorry,” She says, simply. “I spoke to Sarita about it, and... and she said this happens with us, and I should apologize, but, um. So I am. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-... I thought I was helping.”
“I... know you did.” His words are slowing down. Chris can’t hold on to his thoughts, they want to drift away somewhere else, somewhere safer. Somewhere darker.
“When I was with-... with my Miss, she would always say, if you are sad the best way to fix it is to make your body forget that feeling, replace it with something else. And that was what we replaced my sadness with. So, you were sad and upset, and I thought I could fix it that way.” She pauses, flushing a little, looking down and to the side as she moves with effortless grace to get a glass and fill it with water, take a small sip.
“Kauri used to... to do that,” Chris says after a pause, thinking about it. Kauri, who would show up in the small hours of the morning reeking of liquor and someone else’s cologne, or just didn’t show up at all. Kauri, who would laugh instead of crying, and laugh with someone’s arms around him, a guy whose name he didn’t know.
Kauri, who ran and ran and ran and can do things and be things that Chris can’t.
Or... won’t.
What if he’s been hurting Laken this whole time and didn’t know it, because he was already hurt himself?
His foot starts to tap tap tap on the floor until he stops it.
“Did he? Did it-... work for him?” Nova asks it with genuine curiosity, and her eyes are so pretty. He looks up at her, and then down again, pushing the plate of toast away from himself.
“I don’t know,” Chris whispers. “I, I don’t know. He’s happy now, but...”
“Was he happy then?”
“No. But, but, but... maybe we aren’t supposed to be. At least... not with, with anyone... who isn’t like us.”
“Jake isn’t like us,” Nova points out. Her presence in the room feels heavy, like a weight pushing down on him. But what does it matter? He’s not with Laken anymore, anyway. If he wanted to, he could stand right up and kiss Nova right now, press her back into the counter, and learn what it’s like to be the one doing things and not just having them done to him.
But his body doesn’t stir at the thought. It never has.
“He is,” Chris answers. “A, a little bit. I’m, I’m, I’m sorry, too, Nova. Sorry that I-I can’t.”
“No, I know. You have a partner, and I shouldn’t have-”
“I don’t have... I, I, I I don’t have a partner anymore.” Chris stands up, leaving her there with his plate of untouched toast. The sky outside is bright as the sun rises, as if mocking the way he feels like a stormcloud inside.
Nova watches him leave, and whispers to herself, “No partner?”
Chris goes outside, pulling a sweatshirt that hangs on the coatrack on over his head to protect his skin, curling up on the porch swing and watching cars pulling out of driveways as the neighborhood starts to head to work in ones and twos.
He doesn’t cry.
He sits very, very still, and he is silent.
Upstairs, under the bed, his phone vibrates, again and again, unnoticed.
Just go talk to Nat, Chris.
That’s all I said.
Just go see Nat and get a night or three away from the house.
Being there all the time is overwhelming you.
Are you even looking at these?
Chris you can’t just ignore me every time I say something you don’t like
Chris answer me
...
...
Oh shit, Chris, my phone autocorrected earlier and I didn’t notice
I meant “some time at Nat’s”, not apart
Chris?
Are you seeing my messages?
Baby?
Chris, please check your phone and answer me.
Please.
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Grace and Frankie 7x1 - 7x4 thoughts
Meh? Like...I love them so much, but...meh?
(I did enjoy this line about brunch.)
I really loved season 6 of Grace and Frankie. I thought it was well-paced, largely very well-acted, generally well-written, and it culminated in a massive moment of character development for the title characters, who, having spent years growing closer and being there for each other when others could not or would not be, finally articulate to each other that they are the primary person in each other’s lives. Platonic gal pal soulmate BFF emotional support witches 4 lyfe!
I know progress isn’t always linear, and in fact is very rarely linear, but after a moment that significant, you’d think the writers on this show would maybe come up with some more interesting things for these characters to do than spin in circles?
@bristler and I watched on Friday night, and just this morning over breakfast had a good conversation about the first four episodes of the new season now that they have settled in our brains a bit. We concluded that the writing (often noticeably clunky, like the dialogue is responsible for more narration than usual) and the tone (aggressively wacky) feel really off, especially compared to the prior season. I think we diagnosed the big issue, which is that Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda are by far the most talented actors on this show (if you disagree, fight me in the parking lot) and it feels surprisingly unfortunate that their characters have, to this point in the new season, pretty much figured out their perspectives on each other. No matter how people feel about Grace and Frankie’s sexualities, the whole show has been about them finding each other and getting in deeper and deeper, and it’s less interesting to watch other characters have realizations about that than it is to watch Grace and Frankie having realizations about themselves. If the title characters are now limited to reacting to other people’s actions, and the title characters are played by the best actors on the show, the whole show’s gonna suffer. And is suffering, very much so, at least for these first four episodes. I’m definitely still excited for the final twelve in 2022 (twelve! I cannot believe this season will have sixteen eps!), but I’m pretty disappointed so far.
Stuff I Loved:
The family brunch. These families have been entwined for so long, and the backstory for this particular brunch was so fun (even though I didn’t care for the effects they did to depict Grace and Robert 25 years ago; there was no need for a visual flashback in the scene). I love that Grace hit Frankie with a wiffle ball bat. I love that the two couples realized some of the emotional reasons behind their decisions to lie to each other about Bud’s Bunny and about M’Challah. I love the way Jane Fonda sounds uttering the phrase “Bud’s Bunny” with little to no irony. I love that Grace is able to recognize and articulate just how deep and miserable her anger issues were, albeit with the continued help of her omnipresent martini, and that Frankie told her she’d now make up a holiday in order to spend more time with Grace. I really, really hope Frankie does exactly this at some point in the remaining episodes of the season. I love that Grace is generally a pretty good person now, with aspirations of being a delightful person. I love that she and Frankie don’t have it in them to stay angry with each other, and I love all the evidence that they really, really talk to each other about everything now.
Frankie talking to the man at the office (I don’t remember who he was supposed to be? A toilet manufacturer? I didn’t mention this before, but I actually got pretty high while watching?!? Believe it or not, this was the first time I smoked pot and watched Grace and Frankie at the same time despite having enjoyed both activities on their own for quite some time. I would recommend the combo! And I think I still pretty much got what was happening) about paying for the toilet parts with candy. This whole subplot with the money laundering was absurd and not that interesting, but I loved this particular scene because it was finally evidence of some really thoughtful writing. The concepts aren’t enough! You have to write them into good dialogue! And the whole cash/candy thing was a moment of dialogue that only someone as hilarious as Lily Tomlin could pull off. Which she did, IMO.
In a show about super messy people, Coyote has stayed sober this entire time. He is sober, employed, in love, and preparing to buy a full-sized house with his partner. He hasn’t murdered anyone in his family. Hasn’t even attempted murder once.
In 2017 or whatever, Grace Hanson would have been furious about Frankie using obscure Beatles references like a treasure map when hiding the cash. But here in 2021, she cooperates and even gets in on the fun. The writing is very unsubtle this season, but that did feel like a reasonably subtle moment that shows how good of a partner she is for Frankie. (Platonic, of course! So platonic. Female friendship, amirite?)
Stuff I Did NOT Love and Felt Incredibly Negative About:
Brianna. I can only conclude that June Diane Raphael has decided she’s happy with playing a character whose primary role in life is to be hot and mean. She succeeds at being hot and mean, but I have reached my limit with this character. I realize we’re only a quarter of the way into the season, but I don’t think I can take another arc about her learning to compromise only to reveal to Barry that she never intended to compromise at all. At this point, it’s both abusive and boring. How?! The Grace/Brianna parallels aren’t interesting anymore, because one character has grown and the other is stagnant. I get that Brianna was raised in an emotionally stilted environment by two unhealthy people. But I think it would be very cool if she could learn something from her mother at this point. Grace has put a ton of effort into dealing with her “rabbit-killing, mad-at-the-world anger.” She’s put a ton of effort into figuring out what makes her happy, what she wants her life to look like. She’s even started accepting her age and abilities without shame. And that growth is believable; Grace is still short-tempered and she still slugs back way too many martinis and she struggles to articulate certain things, but she’s grown into a truly lovely human. And while, as a daughter with a mother, I can absolutely attest to the fact that it can be difficult and uncomfortable to learn lessons from one’s mother, Brianna really, really should. Grace spent decades letting anger and shame trap her in a small, miserable life. Brianna—and even Mallory, who just seems like a vapid idiot this season—are traveling that same path, but there’s someone right there who could really help, maybe even more than Frankie helped when the Hanson girls were first growing up.
The arraignment. The scene might’ve been salvageable if it was filmed from Grace’s perspective, and filmed to reflect how surreal and improbable it all was. But speaking of non-linear progress, this scene erased everything Nick Skolka has done to put himself in my good graces (LOL) over the past couple seasons. I mean, I tried, man. I even wrote fic about Nick, Grace, and Frankie making a genuine effort at polyamory. But the arraignment is so emotionally manipulative, such a slap in the face of everything Grace has worked for, and while we’re certainly “supposed” to feel the weight of the moment, I mean, it’s not like we’re supposed to be like, “Oh, cool, we’re in a rom com now! This is adorable!” it still felt bad and unearned and slapdash.
And I want Frankie to process these things with her! Frankie seems so happy to have all this information about Grace and how Grace feels, but I want to see scenes in which we can gain an understanding of how Frankie actually feels. Hearing Frankie talk to other people about how Grace feels is interesting, but it’s like there’s no room in these episodes for us to learn anything new about Frankie herself.
Grace’s transitional wig. Is so. Bad. It is. Such a. Bad wig. Oof. I mean, I like what they’re doing with Grace’s hair from a plot perspective, although (see one bullet up) I would really like to get more of an understanding of what’s happening in Grace’s head, not just on top of her head. And gosh, Frankie would be a really good person to talk to about this in a conversation that lasts longer than 30 seconds. But the wig! She’s in a wig in all four episodes, of course, since Jane Fonda went grey and cut her hair short before they started filming this season. The wig for episodes 1 and 2 is fine; it’s a good approximation of Grace’s typical hair, and of course we know that canonically Grace’s hair isn’t 100% her own hair anyway. But the wig with grey roots looks so weird. The part that’s growing out doesn’t look the same as the hair on the wig from 1 and 2. And the grey roots look like a yarmulke. I cannot wait to get to the point in the season when Grace goes all the way grey.
(One more thing about the hair. I can’t let it go. I paused the show while we were watching to rant, but I’m not done.) I had the great privilege of seeing Jane Fonda in person at a protest in 2019. She is an insanely beautiful human. She was growing her hair out and it was partially dyed blonde and partially grey. It looked really cool. I am not ashamed to say I spent that day learning many things about the climate crisis and about Jane Fonda’s hair. Having seen her in real life with her real hair looking that fucking great, I just have a an extra-large grudge against everyone involved in that horrible wig. The wig is necessary, but it didn’t have to be this bad.
What Do I Care About Now?
I am pretty intrigued by the way Grace threw out her real age in a conversation with Nick and Elena. She has nothing to fear anymore! She’s so chill about aging! What could go wrong? I assume that Nick and Elena maneuvering for Nick to be on house arrest in Grace's house specifically has to do with the fact that Grace is 82. She’s gonna find out that Nick is allowed to be with her because she’s ancient and helpless and the court took pity. Or something like that. She’s going to feel betrayed on top of feeling stifled and overwhelmed by Nick’s presence. I want to see where this goes for sure.
Other than that, and other than the fact that I really do continue to believe this show is moving in a direction in which Grace and Frankie will choose each other, I feel very whatever about this whole thing. I love this show and I will always appreciate this show for giving me some incredible characters to spend years of my life writing about, and for bringing me some pretty amazing friendships. Speaking of those friendships, yesterday @ellydash and @telanu and I were talking about some of the incredible TV we’ve watched recently, like Ted Lasso and Hacks and Fleabag and Killing Eve, and how great it feels to watch beautifully written TV crafted by writers who are profoundly—organically yet intentionally—attuned to even the most minor character’s rhythm. The disappointment of these first few episodes of the new G&F season feels like a mild disappointment rather than a sharp heartbreak, and that has a lot to do with being deeply invested in other shows that could also go in all kinds of different directions but with writing I fundamentally trust.
Also Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin are my forever faves and my appreciation for their performances and general awesomeness onscreen and in life is undiminished. So that’s pretty cool.
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Fire Dogs: 4
It turns out that you didn’t break anything just deeply bruised. Steve brings you home and you feel terrible that he’s wasted his whole night on you and your drama.
“Do you wanna stop and pick up something to eat?”
“No, I’ve got dinner planned. As long as you’re okay waiting for dinner.”
“You’re supposed to take it easy.” He reminds you gently.
“Yea, it’s just Spaghetti. Easy.”
“Come on Fawn, you heard Dr. May, you have to take it easy.”
“I’m right handed, I’ll be fine to put some noodles into hot water and heat some sauce.” You argue and he sighs heavily as he slows to a stop at a stoplight.
“Can you just humor me for one night?” He asks giving you some serious puppy dog eyes. You feel that little prickle of an Alpha command but he doesn’t, like he’d promised.
“Fine. But you don’t get to pay.”
“Woah woah. Now that’s not the deal.”
“That’s the deal.” You argue and Steve glances over at you with an affectionate glare.
“Fine. Has anyone ever told you you’re bossy for an Omega?” He sighs heavily before asking, “What do you want?”
You end up picking up burgers at a little takeout place called Stan’s and eating them at home. Dinner with Steve is fun. He’s smart and charming and you enjoy spending time with him. When you’re done with dinner you grab your Stark Pad and head up to your room. You hear Steve in the shower and you manage to struggle out of your shirt and into your pajamas. You’re supposed to take some painkillers but you’ve got to be up for Sam in a few hours so you don’t.
You’re in way more pain when you wake up at 3:30. You wrap your robe around yourself and open your door. Much to your surprise both Steve and Sam are waiting outside your door.
“You owe me twenty bucks.” Steve says uncrossing one of his arms and holding an open hand out to Sam who pulls his wallet out and slams a twenty into Steve’s hand.
“Um, what?” You ask blinking at the two.
“I bet Sam that you’d be up to make him breakfast and something for Bucky before he goes to bed. Which also means that you didn’t take any pain meds.”
“I’m fine Steve.” You tell him trying to skirt past him.
“Uh, uh, uh Honey.” He pauses you with an arm in front of you, “I know you asked me not to but I wanna know why you need to do this? I just want what’s best for you.” You know he’s talking about not Alpha commanding you, part of it is a simple answer, the other part, not so much.
“Steve, I can’t just not do anything. Okay? I can’t.” You attempt to reason with him, “You guys are out there laying down your lives to help protect my home. I need to do something!” He studies you silently for a moment, just long enough where you’re almost uncomfortable.
“Okay Omega, but the second it’s too much take a break okay? And maybe take half of one of the pills Dr. May gave you. Just to help with the swelling.” He called you Omega again, not that you can lie about it now that Grant had called you an Omega bitch right in front of him. When Steve calls you Omega it’s, nice.
“Will you cut them in half for me before you go? I don’t have much range of motion in my left arm yet.” You ask softly, you have this weird feeling he might like to help take care of you as much as you like helping care for him, Sam and Bucky.
“Yea, I’ll cut one now and do the rest before I head out. If you’re too tired to get up with me please don’t okay?” You nod then follow him down the stairs.
Sam’s breakfast, and Bucky’s dinner, is a little more difficult with your aching body but if Steve notices any of your wincing he thankfully doesn’t say anything. You take the half pill that he offers then with Cooper on your heels trudge back upstairs. It takes you longer to get comfortable this time, you’re still awake when Steve and Bucky come to bed. You hear them talking quietly, you can’t really make out what they’re saying but Steve sounds annoyed. You can feel his irritation through the door and you’re worried you’ve done something. Hopefully you didn’t get him into any trouble with the other firefighters for leaving early.
You end up falling into a half sleep as the sun rises in the sky. You still hear everything going on around you but you can’t react, it’s a terrible way to sleep. You’re pretty sure you hear Steve open the door to check on you at some point, his scent invading the room when he cracks the door open. You relax further and finally fall into a restful sleep.
You wake up around one, Cooper is still laying at your feet when you stretch but he hops down and makes his way to the door with a wagging tail. You groan softly as you sit up, then make your way slowly to the door. You let Cooper out then struggle into your robe your arm aching. You make your way down to the kitchen to feed Cooper and find your bottle of pills full of halves. It makes you smile to see that Steve had taken the time to cut them, you take two of the halves, you’re not going anywhere today so you don’t need to be especially awake.
You do some drawing for your new book, it’s almost done and you couldn’t be more excited. Your deadline is in three days and with only two pages left to draw you’re feeling pretty good about everything. You’ve even decided what your next book is gonna be about, the therapy dogs that are coming in for the firefighters. You won’t use Cooper or any of the other dogs real names but you’re going to share the story.
You must fall asleep on the couch, when you wake Sam is in the kitchen humming away as he cooks. A warm ice pack falls off of your shoulder as you sit up, you grab it then move slowly to your feet. When you wander into the kitchen Sam gives you a broad smile,
“Mornin’ sleeping beauty. How do you feel?”
“Sore. Do you want me to take over?”
“Nah, Fawn. Buck said you didn’t even move when he let Cooper out and left. He did make sure you were breathing and put the ice on your shoulder. He said he wants to check it if you’re okay with that tomorrow before he leaves.”
“It’s just a deep bruise.”
“Yes but our Alpha told us to take care of you so we will.”
“Your Alpha? But you’re all Alphas?”
“Steve is a True Alpha.” Sam explains, “I thought he’d told you.”
“No, so he’s like, the leader of your pack?”
“Exactly.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“He’s the boss.” Sam says with a shrug, “you like gumbo?”
“Can he Alpha command anyone?”
“Yea, but he wouldn’t. Not without good reason.” You’re almost positive that Steve must’ve Alpha commanded Grant.
“But he can.”
“Yes, why?”
“I think he did.”
“Who?”
“I mean, other than me. I think he Alpha commanded one of the doctors at the ER.” When Sam glances at you over his shoulder you look down at the warm ice pack you’re still holding. “Grant Ward, he’s my ex. He wanted to mate me but I just couldn’t, and he’s been making my life hard ever since.”
“You’re not a Beta are you.” Sam says softly and you look up at him in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
“Steve has been off, like he’s protecting an Omega but Bucky and I couldn’t figure it out because you smell like a Beta.”
“Please don’t say anything. If the town finds out I’m going to have every stupid Alpha at my door.”
“Not with Steve here you won’t.”
“You’re not going to be here forever. When you leave they’ll be all over me.” You tell him hurrying to his side, “Please don’t say anything!”
“I won’t, none of us will.” He promises and you give his arm an appreciative squeeze.
“Thanks Sam. And I do like Gumbo, thank you for cooking.”
“Of course Fawn. If you wanna keep working on your book I can let you know when the food is done.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yup.” So you do as he says and get back to work on your book. You’re on the last page when you hear him call for you.
“Thank you again for cooking. It smells amazing.”
“If I let Carol cook we’d both die.”
“She’s not much of a cook?”
“No, not at all.” He admits with a laugh, “I love the woman but she can’t cook.”
“Is it hard being in an Alpha-Alpha pair?”
“I don’t think so, but it’s definitely a choice we make to make it work.”
“Sorry, that was a very personal question.”
“I don’t mind, I’d imagine things are pretty traditional here.” You nod, “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure.”
“Why aren’t you mated?”
“I’ve dated but after the shit with Grant I think I’m just scared. All the Alphas around here want an Omega and they think I’m a Beta so they don’t really look my way.”
“Are you just waiting for an Alpha?”
“No, if I met the right Beta that would be fine too.”
“Which of us smells best?”
“Nope,” you tell him with a laugh, “I’m not going there.”
“I had to try.” He tells you with a grin of his own.
“All I’ll say is that none of you smell bad. All comforting.”
“Good.” Sam says with a nod and you finish the meal in comfortable conversation. You shoo him out of the kitchen when you’re both done. Insisting that he go to bed so he’s rested for his morning shift. You take another half of a pain pill then start doing the dishes. You finish your last drawing then send everything to your publisher so they can check it over. By the time that’s done it’s nearly ten and Steve should be home soon.
You get off the couch and follow Cooper to the back door. When you open it Coop doesn’t move, just stares out into the darkness.
“In or out Coop.” You tell him and he ambles out into the yard. You close the door and head back to the kitchen to grab a bowl of Gumbo to start heating for Steve. You go back to the back door and when you open it you find Cooper isn’t alone in the backyard.
“Hi Omega.”
“What.” You gasp as Brock moves closer to your house. “Cooper!”
“I think he got out.”
“What? Cooper!” You call shutting the door in Brock’s face you lock it and hurry into the living room. The front door opens and Steve comes in, Cooper trailing behind him. “Oh, oh thank god. Oh Steve thank you.”
“He was hanging out in the front. How did he get out?”
“I don’t know.” Steve tenses, “Brock is out back. He apparently knows I’m an Omega.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He goes to go past you and upstairs when you catch his wrist with your right hand.
“No! Please make him go away. I don’t know how he found out I was an Omega but he did. I don’t want him here Steve.”
“You want him gone?”
“Please Alpha.” You whisper and Steve nods before going to the back of the house.
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