#those who read till the end are very nice peeps

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You know, @purble-turble's AU of A Test of Time always reminded me of "Oh No!" by Marina and the Diamonds,

and I've tried to make an animatic but I've got like.... 0 motivation. So instead I'll just talk about why the lyrics remind me of it.

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sidenotes are in blue my dudes! (Now with just draft images of the WIP animatic that I will never finish) (imma add them later tho lmao)

Starting out pretty simple, the first few lines of the verse represent Redson's start of his deception, and what for me is his denial.

He knows what he's doing is wrong and he tells himself that he isn't actually enjoying his time with them and that he's just doing it for the greater good of his family, to finally get his hands on that staff.

But as the lyrics go on, I like to interpret it as him starting to realize his forming obsession with MK, hence the "I'll never soften my grip" He's scared of letting him go, he's already starting to realize how deeply infatuated he is with him, so to avoid losing him he starts doing the unthinkable.

This is basically an excerpt of the fic and how his obsession started to form from there.

more examples being:

"Of course MK loves me. Of course he does!" He looked at Red Son again, his eyes still not quite focusing on him, but there was a renewed intensity in them when he spoke. "And I love him ! We belong together, you and I both know it!" "But... I was going to betray-" "That was also the night I decided," King Red cut him off, not even seeming to hear him start speaking, "I couldn't let my parents kill him. I had to do everything in my power to protect him- to keep him safe."

He isn't going to soften his grip, it didn't matter if he ruined a perfectly healthy relationship to make MK his

For me, when Marina sings this with that warbled effect on her voice it really accentuates for me Redson's slow descent to madness, how he was willing to do anything to make MK his.

another small example text to prove my point:

Then he stopped, frozen in place by what he saw. Red Son crossed the room and approached the shrine, reaching out with a trembling hand to pick up one of the many framed photographs. The one he'd grabbed was a picture of himself and MK together. Red Son had his regular old jacket on, but his hair was let down like how the future version of himself wore it. His arm was wrapped around MK who had on an expensive-looking orange robe and several pieces of red jewelry. He wasn't smiling at the camera like Red Son was... in fact, he looked downright miserable. It only took a moment more of staring at the photo before Red realized why. The matching red jewelry he was adorned in almost made him overlook it, but Red Son recognized the design of the circlet around MK's head. It was modeled after the golden fillet- the tightening charm used to control the Monkey King. To torture him! The frame fell from Red Son's grasp and clattered to the floor as he stumbled backward. It was too much to take in... King Red had said he and MK loved each other, but he had been torturing him?! This was wrong. This was so wrong. 

Here, when Redson finds the shrine in Demon King Red's room, he finds out that he had been using a replica of the golden fillet on MK, so that way he wouldn't escape.

Like I said, he did ALL in his power to make MK his, it didn't matter if it meant hurting him.

These lyrics only further prove my point that it perfectly represents his descent to madness "I just wanna change" is more of a mantra to "gotta make him mine". Though in other instances, it can also be referred to how Time Travel Red down spirals in wanting to change his personality. But since we're talking about how I would've done the animatic then yeah, creative liberty. Take it as you will.

Here's an example of him going crazy btw. More example scenes I was going to animate.

At first he had been trying to get a good look at the figure, so it took Red Son a moment longer to notice what was on the monitors. Every screen was filled with footage of the Monkie Kid... his Noodle Boy. Footage of him driving the delivery cart, playing arcade games with Mei, fighting demons, even some of him just walking down a street. This was... so creepy . What was he doing? Watching recorded surveillance of MK in the middle of the night?? Why ?! As he continued to stare on at the scene in absolute horror, he suddenly heard something. Red pulled in a deep breath, trying to quiet the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears so he could listen closer. At last he was able to distinguish the extra sound from the audio playing on the monitors... the king was talking. He was whispering to himself as he watched the screens in front of him. Focusing a bit more Red Son was able to make out some of the words, and... he wasn't talking to himself, he was talking to MK. He was... telling him about his day. He could hear the mumbled words miss you over and over again interspersed through barely coherent sentences. Red Son felt his tears come back in full force. He had to clamp a hand over his mouth to prevent an audible sob from escaping... this was horrific. It was not the glamorous future he had thought it to be. It was a nightmare!  He had lost his parents, he'd lost MK, and now it was clear that he'd even lost his sanity.  The Demon King Red had nothing .

This is, once again, taken from DKR's perspective. He knows that he wants MK, that he wants to be MK's beloved, his darling. He knows why he acts like a ruthless beast to be able to get what he wants. Does that mean that he has the morality to break away from that? No =D. Which is what brings us to what would've shifted the perspective in my hypothetical animatic

(Btw any artist with motivation feel free to take this idea pls I am desperate to see this be an actual thing)

With these lines, I say that this is when Redson truly started to realize the deep, fucked up situation he was in. After seeing DKR huddled up looking over at the monitors he ran to the graves of his parents which is a good scene to use with the "Oh no's"

At the sight of the decorated shrine, Red Son felt whatever tiny thread he was using to hold himself together finally snap. Suddenly he was on the floor, unable to pull himself upright; his whole body shuddered with the force of a scream of anguish he couldn't contain. They were gone. His parents were really gone. And it was all his fault. He should never have gone through with that plan... he should never have even tried to trick the Noodle Boy into a fake relationship in the first place. Clearly, all it had brought was a disaster. If only he hadn't proposed such a stupid idea to his parents, then they might still be here. Red Son would have been able to walk in here and find them alive and well. Instead, all that was left was this... a destroyed palace and some dusty shrine mementos. All he had ever wanted was to prove himself, to show them that he was capable and worthy of the family name and their love. To come to this future and see what had become of them... and as the result of a terrible scheme that he himself was the author of? No, this was too much to bear.

After this, we cut to an already busted-up, pretty mentally scarred Red, who is trying to convince the others to trust him

These lines really describe his mentality perfectly since Redson is already close to losing it if he can't defeat DKR. He was already so distraught with all of the news that this timeline has brought to him, and now he feels pressured to be different by his own mind's standards. If not by the others then by himself, because his mind simply doesn't allow for him to screw up.

Calm was exactly what he needed in this situation. His future self was clearly a maniac driven purely by his emotions- specifically obsession and anger. Red Son couldn't let himself appear that way in front of MK and his friends here. He needed to keep himself in check... to stay cool, calm, and dignified. It was the only way they would be convinced he wasn't like the king. Maybe if he did a good enough job, he could even convince himself that he wasn't. -and- He would do everything he possibly could to convince them to help and that he wasn’t like King Red, but that future version of him had caused a lot of harm.

are good examples of this.

It's the namesake of the fic. Need I say more?

Aside from that, it also perfectly encapsulates Redson's past and now crumbling current ego. Normally Redson would act like he's the best due to his giant ego, but ever since a talk with Mei and the other monkie kids, he's learned to hate that side of him, so now this line in the song is kind of a jab at what little self-worth he has left. It's how he sees himself.

"Yeah pretty much," Mei said, "I mean, you coulda just told us about this weakness instead of doing some big reveal with the bike and all." Oh. Hmm… That did actually give Red pause.  For some reason, it hadn’t even occurred to him to just come right out and say what his weakness was. He felt like he needed an invention or something he could physically hand over along with the information. He wasn’t really sure why. He hadn’t thought about it.  Red began poking his fingers together thoughtfully as he responded in a somewhat sheepish tone, "Ah, yes... I suppose that's true..." he mumbled, "but I just wanted to-" "To show off," Mei finished for him, "yeah, I'm not surprised. Because you know who else is all dramatic and attention-seeking like that? King Red ." Once again, that familiar jolt at the comparison hit Red Son right in the face, as real as if he'd actually been slapped. Damn it all… even when he was trying to help, he ended up reminding these people of his evil future self!  He looked away, nervously rubbing his hands together as he did. "Well, I... I can be a bit... boastful at times, perhaps," he said, "but it is a big deal for me to share this information. I suppose I was hoping for more of an acknowledgment of that, is all." This was followed by a quiet moment as his audience of four exchanged glances of varying expressions.

Man I flipping love this fic, it gives me so much to work with! And the decomposition of a boastful and egotistical character like Redson is so... natural!

This is how Redson sees DKR. It's pretty straightforward, he feels as if the obsession with MK has taken over every inch of his mindscape, driving him mad. With this line I would have shown a comparison to DKR and Redson, and how the timeline split into both falling mentally ill, in different ways of course XD

Because if you think about it, in the end, Redson is still obsessed with MK, but instead of being selfish he's selfless, and worryingly so. I feel that he'd do anything to keep MK safe from himself even if that meant that he could wind up dead. He has little to no self-worth, whereas DKR has WAY too much self-worth it is almost narcissistic.

This line is a perfect example of what I mean. Redson doesn't find the thought of being with MK appealing anymore. If anything he finds it horrifying. He might want to be with him badly, but how could he? How can he try to go back when he knows that this is what he'll act like in the future? Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if when Redson does manage to get back, the first thing he does is break up with MK with tears in his eyes explaining he's a monster and doesn't deserve him and that MK should stay away from him, and he'd run away from the sheer fear of causing pain to MK. This would leave our poor past MK confused and probably distraught as to why Red looks so afraid of him.

I would've shown these lines with a progression of Redson basically losing it, and becoming the quiet, kindhearted, but mentally fucked up, dude he is now.

HE CUT HIS HAIR IN ANXIETY FOR FUCKS SAKE

And yeah, the fic goes into great detail on how much Red's demeanor changes through this fic.

Now these lyrics hold a different meaning when looking at Time Travel Redson. He knows exactly what he wants and who he wants to be, the exact opposite of DKR. He needs to be the opposite of him, or else he'll become just like him

for the rest of these lyrics, I would've just added different images/transitions of important stuff that happened in each chapter, which would then lead to an important event in my head that id like to call "The possible showdown". which is the possible future fight between the monkie kids and Redson against DKR and his royal court.

Struggles struggle struggles! Internal struggles with Time travel Redson :3. During this line Redson is finally trying to get that grip on DKR and is still internally fighting off that fear that he'll end up like him. Eventually, though, he's able to (in my eyes idfk, probably not in the canon of this fic) defeat him and go back

The rest of the song, I have not really planned out yet, but with some nice ass visuals, I'm sure it'd look really neat :3

And that's my analysis! For those who have gotten here... thank you for listening/reading :3 you may have a cookie 🍪💜

#i hadnt decided to say anything until now since I just read chapter 14 #lmk spicynoodles #a test of time #can you tell that im so totally normal about this? #lego monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk #lmk red son #lmk mei #time travel au #time travel fic #LMK time travel shenanigans #monkie kid #fanfic analysis #sorta #its been in my brain for the past 2 months #those who read till the end are very nice peeps #i appreciate yall😊

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the bella-vista avenue book club; daveed diggs

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summary: if only she’d double checked her Amazon shopping cart, Y/N L/N wouldn’t find herself torn between what book to give her hot neighbor next.

warnings: fluff, cheesiness, a slither of smut, mentions of a car accident, cooper is a basic dog name, i know but stfu about it.

fic style: oneshot.

word count: 6455.

author’s note: this fic took way too long to write, bye. no but for real, i’ve been back in uni for one month and so far i’ve: done way too many assignments; had more breakdowns than a disney child star; had a covid scare; and spontaneously dyed my hair dark blue/green at 4am instead of finishing an essay. we’re doing well, folks :)

It took exactly twenty one days for the loneliness to kick in.

On the day the lockdown was first announced, Y/N L/N felt the most confusing sentiment of relief and fear blended together. She'd spent just about the whole day in the meeting from Hell, during which three people had stormed out of after countless shouting matches had broken out and her boss had blatantly fired one of the guys from her department, right in front of everyone. When she did eventually get out of said meeting- a whole two hours later than her usual work days ended -, she was struggling with an impending migraine, threatening to blur her eyesight the whole drive home. She arrived home safely that evening, by the force of some miracle, only to find countless texts from relatives and friends alike, detailing the quarantine announcement and all the rules that came with it. Though concerned over the state of the world battling against the rapidly spreading virus, Y/N was just glad there would be no meetings for a while.

Quarantine was exciting at first. In the normal day-to-day life she lead, Y/N often found herself falling short on time to do things she truly enjoyed. There was just always one more task needing done at work; one more errand to complete; one more mile to run. By the time she stepped into her home come the end of the day, her eyelids were always battling to stay opened. So, it was very fair to say that the sudden infinite amount of free time had her feeling rather excited.

Day two and she'd already set herself a list of goals to spend all this time on, a chance to do all the things her schedule got in the way of. Of course, with the situation at hand, all these goals were modified to be achievable from within the confines of her home. The first goal she achieved was knitting a sweater. Granted, it was a mess she'd ended up trying to turn into a dog sweater only to watch as her fur-baby, Cooper, chewed it into rags.

There was no goal on the list to be good at all those goals.

In the following weeks, Y/N found herself trying her hand at pottery - she both made and broke a mug -, baking - the first cake burned but the second she made was actually pretty edible -, guitar playing - it really was just like riding a bike: one never really forgets how to do it - and many other hobbies. In between finding her artistic calling in life, it seemed family quiz nights became the norm.

But twenty one days, that's when she finally took notice of just how lonely living had become for her. A full twenty one days of not having made eye contact with anyone outside of a screen or who happened to not own four paws and a tail.

The loneliness wasn't unique to her, she was very aware. But she was stuck quarantining in a house all by herself, hours away from any of her family and she knew it was going to be a fair while before she even spoke with someone face to face. Much longer than most people. She was still at the point where even bringing up the thought of going to the store- with a trusted mask on, of course - would send her mother into a spiral of worse case scenarios and her father would be threatening to call her doctor.

As neurotic as the two could be about her health, Y/N completely understood their reactions. Things had never really been the same since her accident, even with the years gone by.

She was sat on her sofa- well, actually, sat on her floor, with her back against the sofa - when the door bell rang. She was up at lighting speed, bounding her way over to the front of the house before peaking a look through the peep hole and finding no one there. Unfazed by this, she unlocked the door and pulled it open to unveil a package at her doorstep, the ever familiar Amazon logo splashed across it. In the past few weeks, the delivery service and her bank account had become well acquainted, with most of her new found hobbies being aided by it.

In a matter of seconds, she'd picked up the package, shut the door and made her way into her kitchen, a drawer being pulled open as she dug through it for a pair of scissors. The package was ripped up and there she found a sight she wasn't awaiting, her eyes widening ever so slightly and a "Huh." noise escaping her.

There, laying on the remaining cardboard package, sat a hardback copy of A Tale Of Two Cities. And right next to it sat an identical copy, both of them staring up at Y/N.

“This can't be right, right?” She proposed the question down at Cooper, who'd at some point sauntered in to the kitchen and sat down at her feet, his tail wagging lazily upon being spoken to.

Sure enough, when she checked her receipt online, there was only one copy on the list. She wondered if it was perhaps a “buy one, get one free” kind of deal but quickly found no evidence to back up her hypothesis.

Thinking of what the right thing to do would be, Y/N on instinct began to investigate how she could possibly return the additional book they'd sent to her. As she came to the realization that it would entail her having to return both books and, then, waiting once again for a copy to be sent to her, she changed her mind instantly. A few other solutions came to mind: she could mail it to her sister-in-law, she was just as much of a book worm as Y/N; or she could keep it until the next time she needs a birthday present for someone; or she could just keep both of the copies, even if it felt a little wasteful.

It was only later on that very evening, as Y/N chopped away at some onions and was struggling to contain her tears- she had a spoon in her mouth because her mother swore it stopped you from crying, spoiler: it did not -, that the perfect idea struck.

In the corner of her eye she spotted him, strolling about his own kitchen. He hadn't lived next door for very long, he'd only moved in at the very start of the year, if she remembered correctly. And though they had never really spoken or interacted- polite waves and stiff smiles when spotting one another either leaving or arriving home wasn't exactly very conversational after all-, Y/N couldn't help but decide he was going to be the honorary recipient of the book. After all, what was the worst that could happen? Well, he could use the book to keep his fireplace alight, but Y/N was more eager to just think optimistically about it.

With her mind firmly made up, she neatly wrapped the book in some stray wrapping paper she'd found in her junk drawer and tied a neat, makeshift bow around it. His doorstep was only a couple feet from her own and it wasn't long till she was stood right in front of it, finger hovering over the doorbell as she wrestled with the thought off handing the present directly to him. She recalled one night, where her bedroom curtains had been wide open to let in the moonlight, and he'd walked past his own bedroom window, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The image of water dripping down those defined abs made her mind up and she placed the wrapped book next to his door, the little note she'd written taped on to it carefully.

Happy housewarming! I hope you're taking care during these trying time! - Y/N, your neighbor from door 27. p.s. Cooper (the German Shepherd) says sorry for peeing in your flowers :(

A few days later, as Y/N and Cooper arrived home from their daily walk, a mysterious package sat on the doorstep. What made it mysterious was the fact it wasn't from Amazon, nor from her local grocery store either. Cooper possessed no hesitation and dashed over to investigate, his tail beginning to wag as Y/N approached the front door.

“What is it, Coops?” She crouched down, her hand rubbing over the top of his head as his tongue dangled out of his mouth. There was a small piece of paper stuck on the package and, at first, she wondered if perhaps her attempt at a kind gesture had backfired and the hot neighbor had just dropped it back off. Then, she read the note. “Housewarming? Took you a while. This Dickens guy's good, hope he finally get's some popularity soon. - Daveed, your neighbor from door 28.” A smile crept onto her face as she learnt his name. It felt nice on her lips. His calligraphy skills only made the name look prettier. “P.S. check this book out, author is a real hidden gem. P.S.S. tell Cooper it's chill, I got my revenge and peed in his flowers.”

It was there on her doorstep, with a thin layer of sweat decorating her face and a tired out dog at her feet, that Y/N upgraded Daveed from hot neighbor to hot and funny neighbor.

It was almost like an otherworldly sign when Y/N stumbled over a chew toy the next day, her whole body slamming right into her bookcase and out from it fell a book, smacking her right on her head to add yet another bruise on to her list. Her mother had always joked that she bruised easier than a peach, partially on account of her incapability to walk five paces without stumbling over air or slipping on dry ground.

She let out a groan, her hand rubbing at the spot the book hit her and she reached down to grab her attacker- which lay face down - off of the floor. The cover turned out to be that of The Great Gatsby and the sudden urge to wrap it up, attach a note and drop it over at Daveed's doorstep became overwhelming. It still felt so personal to know his name.

Was she seriously about to use a book as an excuse to try catch a glimpse of her hot neighbor, who just yesterday was claiming to have peed on her flowers? Yes, yes she was. Because, after all, he was hot. And if society had taught her anything, it was that hot people were excused of everything. Okay, perhaps she was exaggerating just a little bit but it all added up to the same thing: Daveed was hot and she was thirsty.

Maybe quarantine really was beginning to have an effect on her.

A few hours later, Y/N was comfortably snuggled under her blankets in bed, the room illuminated by nothing but her television screen and the streetlights outside. A door opened somewhere, her anxious brain questioning if it was one of her own doors but the sudden laughter she could hear changed her train of thought quickly.

Oh my god, his laugh was music to her ears. And, oh my god, she'd actually made him laugh.

She lay back, wondering which part of her note had made Daveed laugh as consciousness slowly slipped away from her. One house away, her hot and funny neighbor was near mirroring her position in his own bed, his head replaying the note he'd received from the cute girl next door.

Not too sure about this author, he seems to have a fetish for big feet! I'm beginning to question exactly what kind of weird foot erotica you read, Daveed from door 28! -Y/N, your foot hating neighbor. P.S. this guy definitely needs more clout, can't you just picture his writing being used to teach the younger generations? P.S.S. Cooper isn't happy about you peeing in his flowers but he is happy about the treats.

Two days later, in the morning, Y/N was sat at her kitchen island. Her computer lay open in front of her, untouched for the past half hour as she flipped through the pages of her book and sipped away at the smoothie she'd blended up for herself. Cooper lay sound asleep under her seat, the occasional snore coming from the pup. It was those moments in her quarantine that she enjoyed most, just pure tranquility. It took her mind off of the loneliness.

A feeling overcame her, as the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise. It was almost like she could feel someone's eyes on her. She tore her own eyes away from the printed text and checked her surroundings vaguely. It was only when she looked straight ahead, out of the window that she spotted the intrusive stare of his.

They were sat in near parallel, him also sat at his kitchen island with a computer opened, only he had a mug of coffee instead of a smoothie. When their eyes made contact, he grinned at her, waving the book in his hand before pointing at the cover. The Great Gatsby.

He really was reading the book she'd sent over.

Mirroring his actions, she lifted up her own book, the one he'd sent over all those days ago. The Hobbit.

It was short, it was sweet and it was the longest they had ever interacted off paper. Even without verbal communication, so much was said between them both in that small instance. It was a sign that these little book deliveries were appreciated, they both cared enough to read whatever the other sent over.

Maybe it was time to consider Daveed her hot, funny and caring neighbor.

The book exchanges continued onward for weeks.

Daveed sent over a collection of fairy tales by the Grimm brothers, his attached note read: Thanks for putting me onto Fitzgerald, gonna have to see if the school board will let me teach his work in my lectures. Think they might be against it, what ya think? In the meantime, check these indie short stories out. Think Cooper will resonate with the wolf in the Red Ridding Hood story. -Daveed, your literature professor neighbor. P.S. Noticed the Raptors jersey on your washing line, tell your boyfriend the Warrior in me is unimpressed.

To which Y/N replied to with, alongside a copy of Twilight,: Cooper loved the Red Ridding Hood story, but he says you remind him of the grandmother in it. Speaking of wolves, check out this classic example of American literature, the lack of emotions this author puts into her writing is truly astounding. -Y/N, the Raptor next door. P.S. The Raptors jersey is mine, but I'll applaud you for smoothly trying to find out if I have a boyfriend. For the record, I do. He's tall, dark haired and lives in my imagination. P.S.S. Could you ask your girlfriend if she knows any good foundations? I'm thinking of changing mine.

He took less than a day to fire back with a copy of 50 Shades Of Grey: If Cooper is the wolf, and I'm the grandmother, would that make you the girl? I think the romance in this book is quite poignant, it really values the emotional over the physical. - Daveed, your grandmother neighbor. P.S. Not sure about my girlfriend's foundation, seeing as she doesn't exist, but I use L'Oreal. Very creamy, or whatever it is foundation is meant to be like. P.S.S. You looked cute in your paint splattered t-shirt the other day.

Not even an hour later, he opened his door to find a hardback of the Holy Bible and the following: I went into that book expecting a rush of happiness and sweetness, but ended up feeling scared and turned on in the most confusing way. I worry about your taste, Daveed, and that is why I'm recommending this book to you. This will cleanse you of all you've done wrong, my friend. -Y/N, your concerned neighbor. P.S. I'm not the girl, I'm the huntsman. P.S.S. Your dog is so cute, Cooper wants her/his number.

It took 45 days of lockdown for Y/N to finally venture out to her local grocers, tired of ordering food online and desperate for some human contact which didn't have to be separated by a great distance and united by a glass screen and a stable internet connection. She'd felt wrong; out of place; strange the whole time she'd been wandering up and down the aisles of the shop, her mask secured on her face and a near full basket hanging on her arm.

The fact Cooper was at home, holding down the fort for the time being gave her a little comfort.

Despite paying through self-service, and using a contactless card payment, her father's voice was ringing in her ears, scolding her for even taking the risk of stepping outdoors. Naturally, she appreciated his caring tendencies but she liked to consider herself old enough and smart enough to manage her own health problems.

With four bags stacked awkwardly in her arms, she took a few steps away from her car, attempting to peak over her shopping to see just where exactly the gate to her garden was. She could very faintly hear Cooper's excited whining, his paws scratching against the metal gate.

It was the sound of a voice, a very distinct voice, calling out her name that halted her movement and turned her head.

“Let me,” He, Daveed from door 28, paused, his hand clutching at his heaving chest. As her eyes drifted over him briefly, she took note of the trainers, the sweaty running shorts and, most of all, his bare chest, perfectly lined abs scattered along him. “get that for you.”

Before Y/N could so much as protest, Daveed had already snatched all four bags from her arms and was stood holding the gate open for her, a stupidly handsome smile decorating him. Her mask was still firmly held up but she smiled beneath it and done her best to share her gratitude with him.

“You don't need to do that.” Despite her words, she never attempted to take her bags back from him, instead cautiously slipping her way past him into her open garden. Cooper launched his paws up onto her, a bark of excitement escaping him before he licked at her arm and redirected his attention to Daveed. Cooper was still fairly young, not even a year old yet, but he was a fierce dog when it came to guarding his owner from any stranger. So, for Y/N to turn back and find him happily circling Daveed's legs, his favorite toy in his mouth and his tail wagging at lighting speed, it was purely a shock to her system.

And the clearest sign she'd ever seen that Daveed, whether he was a complete stranger to her or not, could be trusted.

“Where should I leave these?” He ignored her protest, effortlessly walking up the path of her garden with the heavy bags secure in his hands. Having him around her, all sweaty and heavy breathing and half dressed was more of a health hazard than her trip to the shops. Y/N began to wonder if it was legal to look so good.

“Uh, just,” She fished through her purse for her door key, avoiding the temptation to peak at his abs again. “on the table over there, if you don't mind.” She nodded her head in the direction of the small table sat out on her front porch and, within a couple seconds, she felt as Daveed brushed past her, so close she swore she could feel the heat radiating off of him.

He done exactly as she requested and lay the bags gently to rest on the table, the muscles in his arms flexing. Y/N had to wonder if this was a purposeful action, a way to tempt and seduce her, as if he needed to try much to succeed at that. She'd more or less been whipped for him the second he delivered his first book to her.

“Are you looking after yourself?” Her parents had asked this every time they spoke on the phone - which was basically a daily occasion - but hearing it from Daveed felt refreshing, as though she'd never heard the words before; as though she'd never been spoken to with such tenderness. She let her eyes meet his face, a dangerous choice when she found a dazzling smile reflected back at her.

“I am.” Was it possible for a smile to be brighter than the sun? “Are you?”

“Yeah. Even started eating kale.” Daveed chuckled and she followed suit, because his laugh was infectious and she would willingly let it consume her. “It tastes like shit, don't get me wrong, but it's gotta count for something, right?”

“Oh, totally, kale-boy.”

“Excuse me, I'd prefer if you called me by what I really am: a kale-man.”

The mask slid down the bridge of her nose as she smiled wider than the Cheshire cat. In her mind, she cursed her heart-eyes behavior but it did nothing to halt it, Daveed simply put her on edge in the best way.

“It was nice to finally hear your voice, it's cuter than I thought.” She wondered if he was aware of the effect he was having on her, if each word and every gesture of his was carefully calculated to make her weak in the knees. “I'll save you from my sweaty smell and head off now, I can hear the shower calling my name.”

The last thing, yet also the best thing, Y/N needed to be envisioning was a water soaked Daveed. “I didn't want to say anything but, yeah, you smell worse than Cooper's breath.”

“There's the attitude from all your notes!” Daveed had at some point stepped closer to her, to the point where it was likely a big enough inhalation of a breath would have their chests touching. He was so tall, and muscular. “I'll see you around, Y/N from door 27.”

For two minutes she stood there, mask slapped across her face and her breath caught in her throat, nothing but the raw memory of his body so close and, yet, so far away from her own. She made her way indoors, finally, in a zombiefied state. Cooper trailed happily behind her through the house and all the way into the kitchen and, like the good pup he was being raised to be, he helped put away a few of the groceries, by greedily grabbing at the packet of dog treats when something else in the bag caught Y/N's attention.

“Thank you for the bible, now may I rebut with a copy of the Torah? The characters might seem similar but I swear it's different. Friend? Was that you officially friendzoning me, Y/N? And to think I was willing to look past the fact you're a raptor.” She mumbled allowed without even noticing, her eyes drifting across the note in her hand. When Daveed had snuck this into her shopping, she didn't know. Perhaps he'd left it earlier on that day and simply scooped it into the bags after carrying them for her. That sure made more sense than her theory of him hiding the book down his running shorts. “P.S. My dog and I share a number, so I guess I'll just have to give you that one. Just tell Cooper no phone calls past ten o'clock, that's her bedtime.”

She'd never thought it would be so easy to achieve her hot neighbor's number, but the crumpled paper in her hand told her differently.

The room was dark. Or maybe her eyes were closed. Y/N honestly didn't know nor care enough to find out which was the truth. No, all she cared about was the feeling of her nerves being lit on fire and simultaneously soothed. As the moments passed, she became more and more aware of the predicament she found herself in. Her head was thrown back on the comfort of someone's pillow- it couldn't be one of her own, it was far too plush and soft -, both her legs were bent up at the knee, her hands were busy grasping on to anything and everything close by (the bed sheets, the headboard, the hair of whoever was currently positioned between her thighs) and her mouth was agape. Hushed moans and whimpers of ecstasy filled the thick air of the room, and they were all coming from her.

The tension was building in her gut, a knot winding itself tighter and tighter all the while threatening to snap at any moment. Her hips started grinding in time with the warm tongue against her heat. Or, maybe, she'd already been grinding before. Nothing was making sense. Up was down, left was right and Y/N was on the brink of the most thrilling orgasm she'd felt in a while, or ever, really.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

Her eyes- which apparently had in fact been opened all along-, with heavy eyelids, flickered down to between her legs. The man was certainly a specimen built to the likes of a Greek god, or something deriving from one. His fingers, buried deep within her, coaxed out another moan from her as they curled upwards. Daveed only smiled in satisfaction at this, as if he was getting more pleasure from it than she was.

Daveed.

Holy shit.

Daveed was between her bare legs.

Y/N bolted up and out of bed, hand reaching out and switching on the light. Just as she expected, there was no sign of Daveed in her room: not on her bed, not under her covers, not in her closet. But he was everywhere in her mind. Fully dressed, Y/N had never felt more naked in her entire life as she gazed out of her bedroom balcony door, over at the very window of the man who'd soaked her dream in a haze of steam. 

His light was on.

Worst of all, she found that Daveed was sat at his desk, typing away at something on his opened laptop. As though he felt her intrusive gaze, he looked up from the screen and met her eyes. Due to the distance between them both Y/N couldn't tell for sure but she could have sworn he sucked in his lower lip before releasing it in a teasing smile, his hand lazily waving at her.

With all the shame in the world, she shut her curtains and flopped back on to her bad.

In the span of five minutes she'd dreamed of Daveed doing unspeakable things to her with that mouth of his and been caught peeking into the bedroom of the very same man.

She hadn't phoned him.

She hadn't sent a book over to him.

She hadn't opened her blinds.

He'd been stuck thinking about her for eight days straight, yet it was beginning to feel like she'd been nothing but a creation of his own socially starved brain.

In the grand scheme of things, Daveed was not a narcissist. But he also wasn't an idiot. He was very aware of his own looks, of the lingering stares he'd receive from his students- male and female alike-, of the way soccer moms would shamelessly pay more attention to him than their own sons when he coached the local little league team. And, up until that point, he'd been sure Y/N had been reciprocating whatever feelings he'd amassed for her.

One thing Daveed was is decisive.

Mask pulled across the lower part of his face, he let himself into the gated front yard. In a couple seconds, Cooper had pounced up at him, tail wagging a million miles an hour and tongue lapping away at his face. He chuckled as he lowered the dog safely back onto all four paws.

It only took knocking on the door twice for him to get a “Hold on!” shouted from some part of the house as a response. Relief flooded him at the sound of Y/N's voice, reassuring him that everything was okay. But it only brought on more questions about her sudden lack of communication.

“Hell- Oh, Daveed.” A mask decorated her own face, meaning he was unaware  of the hint of a smile on her lips. All Daveed could see were her widened and tired eyes. “Can I help you?” He'd been stood staring her in silence for a little too long, it seemed.

"You never called.” He'd never sounded more pathetic in his life.

“You noticed.”

“Of course I noticed. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?”

Apart from appear in one of my wet dreams? “What?! No! I've just been busy and I also didn't want to burden you, if I'm honest.”

“I gave you my number so you'd call me, Y/N.”

“And here I thought it was so our two dogs could kick off their fairy-tale romance.”

“As their parents, don't you think it's our responsibility to get along?” Daveed wanted to ask what had kept her busy for eight days. He wanted to know what she thought about in the morning, in the evening. What she thought about him. About the prospect of there ever being a “them”. But it wasn't the time nor the place. “Promise you'll call.”

“I promise I'll call you, loser.” She laughed behind her mask, leaving him with a longing to see her smile. “Now get lost, I've probably just burnt my omelette because of you.”

Daveed had just closed his front door as he felt his phone begin to buzz in his pocket, an unknown number displayed across the screen.

“You owe me an omelette.” Were the first words he heard as he answered it.

Two months passed. The quarantine rules had loosened and tightened over and over again. The supermarkets had restocked their shelves many times. An entire season had come and gone. And Y/N and Daveed had spoken nearly every single day on the phone.

He'd come to learn a few key things: a health scare had kept her busy those eight days; she was allergic to bullshit and always called him out on his; she loved rose wine, or any wine really; she had the most beautiful mind.

She'd also come to learn some stuff about him: he was a university professor, specifying in classic literature; despite the muscles, he was one heck of a dork; he knew a little too much about the rap industry and was prone to throw himself into tangents about the subject; his voice was even more heavenly in the morning.

“Make yourself something to eat,” Daveed spoke down the line, a twinge of excited demand in his voice. “pour yourself a glass of wine and go up to your bedroom balcony.”

“Ooh, someone's feeling bossy tonight, huh?” Y/N laughed, switching the phone between hands as she pushed herself off of her couch, disturbing a sleeping Cooper. After a few strokes to his head, she began her journey to the kitchen, suppressing a laugh as the tired dog chose to follow her, much like he done all the time. “Am I allowed to ask why I'm doing this?”

“Just do it, before I hang up.”

“I'll add grumpy to list of Daveed Moods tonight.”

With a bowl of heated up leftover pasta, a bottle of red wine and a glass balanced in her hands, and her phone glued between her ear and her shoulder, Y/N found her way up stairs to her bedroom. She was incapable of turning on the lights until she'd put down the items in her hand. It was then, as the lights lit up her room in a warm, golden hue, that she noticed Daveed.

No, not in her room. That would have been completely creepy, and partially arousing.

He was sat out on his own balcony, room lit up behind him, with a dish of unknown food, some wine and a candle lit in front of him. He was dressed casually, yet Y/N still found herself on the cusp of drooling at the sight of him. And when he finally noticed her, Daveed waved with the most shit eating grin on his face.

“Cute onesie. What is it, a bunny?” His tone was friendly, as always, but that never stopped her from groaning in frustration at his teasing.

“Did you call me up here just to criticize my choice of clothing, Diggs? Because I was taking part in an intense Criminal Minds marathon before someone interrupted me.”

“I actually called you to invite you to enjoy the evening with me.” It was a curse and a blessing to be so foul minded, Y/N's instantly flooding her with different meanings to his words. “The sky looked pretty tonight and I need someone to appreciate it with me. Unfortunately, you're the only one who answered my call.”

“I won't hesitate to hang up.”

“Stop talking and sit down, your dinner'll get cold.”

Who knows how much time really passed as the two sat staring out at the other, bellies filled by food and wine, hearts filled with desire and longing. There was a great distance between the two balconies but Y/N couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so close to someone, even before social distancing had become the norm.

“It's crazy, I know. How can we be prepared to teach classes now that the infection rates are higher than back at the start of the year, where we all shut down?” Daveed had brought up the fact he was going back to work soon, a topic which made him a perfect blend of relieved, infuriated and confused. “I give it one semester till they make us go back to online teaching, honestly. What about you? Any signs of getting back to your office?”

“We just got the go ahead last week, we're opening back up in a fortnight.” Her reply was paused by a sip of wine, her second glass of the night. “I say we but I really mean them. My doctor told me I'm not allowed to go back yet, apparently I've got some tests left to do.”

The silence that ensued lasted quite a few minutes, then Daveed sighed down the line.

“Is it alright for me to ask why?” He seemed to regret his words instantly, at least from the limited expressions Y/N could read on his face. “I mean, the doctor thing. Are you sick or...?”

“Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't ask sooner.” In their months of getting to know each other, there were times she couldn't even open the door to him when he'd deliver some of her mail or drop off a bunch of flowers he'd stolen from a neighboring garden. It was always under the excuse of doctor's orders and he never questioned or doubted her, he just accepted her for everything she said and gave of herself. “I was in a car accident a couple years ago. It wasn't fatal for anyone, thankfully, but it was pretty bad. One of my lungs ended up collapsing.

I pretty much lived in and out of the hospital for months, which almost sucked more than having a lung that was pretty much giving up on me. I don't know if you've ever spent a lot of time in hospital but it's like attending your own funeral. Everyone that visits you has this look of grief, everything they say is apologetic and there are so many tears. Not to mention the fact the place smells like a crime scene with how much bleach cleaning they do. Anyways, I'm okay now but I guess they consider me high risk or something so they're taking extra steps to make sure I'm as safe and as far away from that virus as possible.”

“So, correct me if I'm wrong, but does that mean I won't be able to take you out anytime soon?” Daveed spoke up finally, and boy was she glad that he didn't want to stick on the topic of her hospital stay. It was a dark and sad time, and she didn't want to experience any of that with him.

“Nope, not until I get permission from my doctor.”

“Can't believe I'm getting cock-blocked by some fucking virus.”

A laugh, so loud that Daveed heard it without his phone pressed to his ear, erupted from Y/N. “You'll just have to settle for balcony dates for now.”

“This isn't a date, Y/N.” It was his turn to laugh.

“Oh, sorry.” Clearly, she was worse at reading signs than she'd thought. She'd never felt more foolish in her life.

“When I eventually do take you on a date, there won't be so much space between us.” His words honestly had the chance to make or break her in that moment, her entire soul depended on whatever he said next. “It'll be a night where I take you to the most ridiculously expensive restaurant. We won't really like the food on the menu but we'll stay as part of a principle. You'll be reluctant to let me blow all my money on the bill but I'll get my way eventually. We'll find some excuse or reason to stay out. Maybe we'll find some piano bar, do some dancing, share some drinks. I don't think I'll be able to stop thinking about how beautiful you look. We'll still be hungry because dinner was shit, so we'll get some fast food before you let me drive us home. I'll probably hold your hand while I drive. I'll walk you to your front door and, even if I really wish you'd invite me in, I'll be relieved when you don't. I'll try tell you how much I enjoyed our night but I'll probably fumble my words. You'll finally send me on my way but I'll find a way to steal a kiss from you. I'll probably think about your lips until the next date I take you on.”

“The english major really jumped out of you.” Y/N wished she didn't lack the self control to say something normal when a man spoke to her like Daveed did. “But, uh, that sounds really nice. Honestly. Except the bill part. We'll be splitting it or I won't be coming on that date.”

“You're so high maintenance, Y/N from door 27, but I guess that could work.” The eye-roll was audible in his tone. “Speaking of english major, I actually have a book for you to read.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I'll drop it round in the morning.”

“I'll be at the doctors in the morning, sorry.” The wine had rushed to her cheeks, heating them up and making the chill in the air all the more relaxing, lulling her into a half asleep faze.

“Don't worry, I'll leave you a note.”

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[nightswithkookmin]

How do you think JK and JM have grown and changed this year? I was worried about the more professional Jikook recently, but the way they are now seems healthier- like there is balance and more peace in their bond. They are compromising and addressing each other’s needs (JM demonstrating his love for JK and flirting less; JK holding back for the sake of the group and JM's sanity). They seem happy. Plus, it’s nice to see the group members helping them be professional- especially Tae.

Absolutely! They are making compromises...

I was meant to work on a 'Jikook in 2020 Review' blog post at the end of the year but I got my nails done and I couldn't type shit with it. Lol. Should have stuck with my usual average length basic bitch nails but no, I had to go and be a baddie- edgy people. Sigh.

It's something I do in my Journal at the end of every year since 2014 where I summarize everything that's gone down with Jikook and my other ships in that year to help me keep track of their love journey and especially the timelines- yea, I take my delulu business seriously. I'm not ashamed. Lol.

I think the most outstanding and conspicuous growth development in Jikook's dynamics, to me, is their individual functioning and positive adaptive response to the changes that happened in and around their relationship in 2020- from Covid 19 to the monitored VLives and the whole professional outlook, cough cough.

While not surprising to me, because they had been on that trajectory since the later half of 2019 and had exhibited early signs of being capable of adjusting well, almost adjusting well lol, to any internal changes that could occur in their relationship dynamics, I sort of worried about them being thrown in at the deep end in the face of the abrupt and disruptive changes 2020 presented because of Covid 19.

Jikook since 2015 to me, have always exhibited codependent tendencies as well as a certain level of dysfunctionality in their dynamics with one or both of them enabling certain toxicities in the other.

I think that is the major thing that changed in 2020 in my opinion and I don't know if their personal growth journey contributed to it or the virus did, or that it's just we didn't get to see them interact in the usual settings that brings out all the lunacy in them. Lol.

Jimin for example had a habit of enabling JK's possessiveness and childish grunts and would reassure him whenever JK threw tantrums over anyone smiling funny at him. I mean reassuring your partner of your love and interest in him is good and ideal but not when your partner lowkey is unreasonable in his demands sometimes, chilee JK- what goes on. Lol.

Especially not when that same partner has no qualms doing shit like this:

But with JM I feel it goes deeper than that. I think I have mentioned in passing a few times now how I feel/felt JM was the noncommittal one in their dynamic and part of the reason I had that view was because Jimin to me had always conveyed an impression of JK that he is/was a bit childish and immature and that I think had always hindered him from fully investing in their dynamic in a way that makes JK secure.

But that too has changed especially towards the end of 2020.

I mean JM is very wise beyond his age, mature beyond his age as everyone around him keep saying. Contrastingly, they say the very opposite of Kook and they treat him as such, which is gotta be worrying for JM, I feel.

I've always been fascinated by JM's choice of words and descriptors for people- well not just JM's, all the members' quite frankly. Lol. He sees, for instance, Tae as innocent and naive, Joonie as thoughtful and JK as not good at expressing himself and his emotions.

These words are not just his assessment of their personalities, they are also testament to how he treats them or is likely to treat them- We treat people the way we see and perceive them.

If he sees JK as incapable of expressing his true intentions, he stands the risk of projecting his own intentions onto him and this is very dangerous. He could be reading more into situations, misunderstanding and misconstruing JK's intentions.

For example, he may he interpreting JK feeling uncomfortable with him being around others as a sign JK wants him for himself and as such use that to reassure himself whenever he is feeling vulnerable and insecure in their dynamic but in reality JK could just be expressing discomfort with watching two men interact intimately- JM would never know unless JK explicitly conveyed to him that seeing him with others worry him because he wants Jimin too. Know what I mean?

Similarly, if he perceives JK as immature and childish, no matter how accurate that may be, he risks developing an inclination to be dismissive of JK's needs- especially if JK really sucks at articulating his needs or asserting himself in their dynamics.

Seeing JM interact with others in a certain way may genuinely be his limits, but how is he gonna communicate that to Jimin beyound grunts and pouts if he sucks at expressing himself and if JM dismisses these grunts and tantrums he throws as childishness?

That's what I mean when I say there is a certain degree of dysfunctionality to Jikook's dynamics. But that too have changed or is changing- can't be sure till I see how they progress and interact in the future.

As I kept saying, Jikook had been asserting themselves against eachother in 2020 and JK was the embodiment of that.

But JK...

He has always given me the impression he's willing to do whatever it takes to prove himself as not only worthy of JM's love but also solidify himself as JM's equal in their dynamics, having been subjected to years of baby syndrome being the youngest within the group and having everyone treat him as such.

And so I have mixed feelings about this seemly 'progress' in him...

Not sure if he is doing it for himself or for his relationship and God I hope it is for himself because as much as I enjoy the crazy aspect of their relationship, I hate it too.

I mean it's entertaining to watch sometimes but Jimlous and Jeonlous do make me sick in my stomachs- yea, I have four at this point. Fucking Christmas chicken. Lol.

Not to say JM isn't as invested in or committed to JK as JK is to him. Just saying there's always been something holding him back in their dynamics for whatever reason, in my opinion, and Jk it seems have always had the impression he can 'win' if he tries. So he is constantly pushing the boundaries and testing the limits- and that I feel is his yoke.

I used to look at him and felt sorry for him because he was young and he was being pushed to grow so fast but I also understand Jimin because he is much older than his boyfriend and he wouldn't want to be unequally yoked to him, as the saying goes- especially if he equally has to relinquish control to him and have him lead him as his lover and partner.

I feel a lot of Jokers get confused about who is dom and all that jazz, partly because JM is not ceding to JK the way JK relinquishes control to JM in their dynamics and is holding back a lot- that's what I mean when I say he is not fully into their relationship.

Jimin holds a lot of power in their dynamics and a lot of people see that and describe him as top, dom, power bottom and whole other sobriquets but I don't think any of those descriptors is apt.

Because as much as he holds a lot of power in their dynamics, he is in the same breath powerless and at the mercy of JK as JK is to him. The one with the power to me is the one that can walk away and It's neither JK nor Jimin.

As assertive as JK has been all year, he will cave if it meant JM was to walk away. And as demanding as JM has been of JK's maturity, he will settle if it meant JK was to walk away.

Jimin to me is a paradox. He pushes JK to be 'mature' and be on the same page as him yet he equally enables the bad behavior in JK too- well he used to. He's changed since late 2019 and hasn't been tolerant of JK's possessive behavior- which I think I've talked about a lot on here.

It certainly doesn't help that JM has this view of 'JK is just bad at expressing his emotions.' With that kind of mentality, he is more likely to let JK get away with a lot of things without pushing him to be better and that in itself is a form of enabling.

As the youngest within the group, he already stand the risk of being enabled within the group dynamics as his bad behavior is always going to be excused and dismissed as stemming from his age.

You often hear RM and the members talk about how he is the youngest, he is going through a teenage rebellious phase, let's give him a pass because he is the youngest, he doesn't speak much so we value the least he says, he doesn't return his texts, doesn't wish anyone a happy birthday on their birthday's but we will for him anyway, chilee. There is too much enabling going on in there.

As harmless as these rhetorics may be, they impact his attraction quotient and may make him less appealing to anyone within the group who may find him attractive in a sexual way psychologically speaking and sometimes I see that impacting Jimin. People want to date up not down.

Take when Hobi talked about JK peeping tom for example, Jimin didn't seem at all happy about it. I don't think he was jealous in that moment necessarily, more like he was disappointed and hurt.

JK has been doomed from the start as the baby of the group- I mean I've seen the men JM finds attractive... I don't think a 'baby' is what he wants.

Jk have always been on a mission to shed these descriptors off of him and assert himself within the group, for himself and for his relationship- as he should.

But 2020 has been the height of his self assertive journey and progress in my opinion. In Break the silence, the members talked about how JK has become more self aware particularly this year, and JK himself has spoken about and acknowledged his immaturity in the past and how he is working to improve himself on that.

He has grown a lot this year.

You may not see the impact of this because it's an intangible change but you look at how he interacts with the others, the boundaries he's putting in place etc

JM post October have been treating JK with a certain level of respect and dignity, almost as if he is seeing JK as a new man- his equal. This will make sense in the future, don't worry.

During the Christmas holiday performance, it seemed the directors had whispered something in JM's ear to give them a moment- listen, BigHit ain't slick ok? Whenever you see them isolate Jikook from the group bet your sweet behind they are looking for a moment from Jikook and are going over BTS's head, chilee. They ain't slick.

They did the same thing in the dynamite MV when they put Jikook away from the group and had them turn it on- I mean RM wasn't too happy about it it seemed and when he asked Jimin about it, Jimin said the director had asked him to.

I bet you two fake dollars, they intentionally put Jikook away from the group in that performance and honestly I don't think they gave JK a heads up about it either. You could see Jimin literally scanning JK's body to prepare himself and put himself in the mood which had JK looking at him all confused like what is this man doing. Lmho.

Then he playfully taps JK's chest like it's the firt time he is paired with his man and JK looks at him like uhmmmm. Jimin then goes to wrap his hands around JK's shoulder and JK exec crashed. lol.

I don't think JK expected that from Jimin and his gay panic was real- personally, I think he popped a boner down there and when Jimin tilted the camera angle down to that region dude made a 360 turning his back to the camera. Lol.

He was literally hiding it behind Jin and when you look at NamJin's cam that's when you see what I mean.

Chilee, JK how are you gone hide a boner a man gave you behind another mind- make it make sense. Lmho. Are they both not men? You are 24, if Jimin still has this effect on you I'm sorry there's no hope for you. The gay is deep my guy, bid your family farewell and move to Itaewon. Lol.

All jokes and delulu aside, there was a certain level of respect even in the way that Jimin carried out their fanservice in that moment.

Maybe we are finally going to see Park Jimin relinquish that power he's been holding back from Kook as the hyung and mature one and allow JK lead him, make decisions for him and trust that he would make the right ones.

I don't think, going forward JM would be 'dismissing' JK's discomfort with him doing certain things as JK being 'childish' anymore, lol. I'm talking about the 'babe it's nothing' laughing his butt off when JK is pissed at him for doing certain things etc.

It's also interesting to note that 2020, in my opinion, recorded the most 'breakup songs' shared and recommended by JK on his spotify playlist- I wonder why. Smirk.

By break up songs i mean most if not all the songs he shared last year had a theme of separation, breakup, etc, with one particular song standing out to me: Mean it by Lauv.

This song and the others are pretty much consistent with his own song lyrics of 2020, Still with you and Stay which I believe are a two voiced piece of the same art work or subject matter, a response poem if you will: one being a confession of JK's feelings and intentions while the other, Stay, is the reconciliation, a request and plea to his love interest and declaration of his needs or what he wants from Jimin.

Stay answers Still with you. In my opinion.

And on the subject of Still with you, am I the only one who thinks 'With You' is one of Jimin's handles and JK using that in a song is no coincidence?

I mean Tae literally gave Jimin that name in Run 106- Listen, I don't trust JK and if he appropriates it again ISTG!

He's come a long way from, 'I'm not gonna say any cliche as that have courage' in Magic Shop to practically groveling. Lol. Love will do that to you.

What stands out about Mean it, is that whole 'don't play with my feelings if you don't want me' theme. I think this is something I kept saying was a vibe I was getting from JK throughout 2020 when I said I talked about their breakup and said I felt he was since that incident putting his foot down, demanding his needs and putting his happiness right back up there with Jimin's.

I smiled when I heard him talk about him thinking a lot about what happiness means to him throughout 2020 and pursuing that.

As for the professionalism, let's see if they are going to maintain it throughout this year because it is not coming from them but from the environment they are in.

I think what they have to do is know when they are going to be themselves and when they have to be professional- Jikook y'all are queer, reading the room should be an acquired skill dumbass! Someone send them the memo. Lmho.

One other thing that has changed about Jikook would be how they are gradually disconnecting from their fanbase especially JK.

Now this may be due to a lot of reasons: BigHit limiting their access to their fanbase, BTS having a problem with Jikook's brand clashing with theirs and demanding they 'act professionally,' Jikook no longer having a need of the support of their fanbase and a plethora of reasons I cannot get into sake of time and space.

One thing that I am gauging this year is how Jikook will be interacting with their fanbase and how much of their relationship they will willingly share with us.

They need our support as much as we need them and if our support matters to them in advancing their relationship out of the closet then they will find a way to reconnect with us- always.

I mean, he said stay- I'm staying. Lol.

I guess what I'm saying is, for now, the change in Jikook is intangible and individualized but serves as a foundation to whatever direction they decide to move in next.

I am curious to know how these individuals growth and development is going to play out in their dynamics as a unit.

I want to see what they do on May 13th this year, who posts the first Jikook selca of 2021. JK didn't post for the members's birthday again and so I'm curious to see how JM's birthday is gonna go.

The members had surprise parties except Jimin- I'm still salty about that, they filmed Vlives on their birthdays- again except Jimin who had to belate that shit.

I'm taking notes of how they are gonna use the VApp this year especially JK. He still wasn't allowed to solo VLive on the app- I'm taking notes. Lol. Bone collector LLC. Lmho.

2020 was that year, the year Jikook went to couples counseling figuratively- in my books me. Lol.

They went from spending time apart, pursuing other hobbies, JK took to reading, Jimin took to spending quality time with friends and family and realized what is gold to him.

They each have come to terms with their shortcomings- something some of us recieved a lot of backlash over for talking openly about. Chilee.

Jimin have acknowledged he over expresses himself and needs to "love less' and JK have acknowledged his immaturity and is taking steps to work on it.

They both have taken a step from social media, which honestly I don't think is a bad thing especially if SM impacts their overall well being negatively.

I actually won't be surprised if they've been seeing a psychologist but anywho-

I hope this answers your question? Lol. I don't know. This post is more for me than y'all, I feel. So sorry about that.

Happy New Year to 'Y'all who love me.' I love y'all too so much. Bless y'all.

Let's keep supporting Jikook. Jikook is real.

Signed,

GOLDY

[haravath0t]

A Christmas Heist Pt. III - Digging Deeper

Pairing: Bucky x Reader  

Warnings: another immense word count, some fluff, tension, implied smut (if you wince), and Brock being an ass again

A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry for the massive delay on this mini-series! School and family just has been making updating so much harder, but I am happy to be getting the mojo back even if it is little! I am trying to get myself to post on the weekends so that way I can keep up my motivation to remain active on tumblr. Since I am slowly getting used to school, I would like to play around with my schedule to see if anything will work! This part is starting to have some more tensions and the mission is slowly starting to escalate! I hope you all enjoy! Happy reading!

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A Christmas Heist Masterlist

Request: “Bucky X reader where a Hydra agent dressed up as Santa and Bucky has to fight him, but the only way he can get close enough to “Santa” is dressing up as an elf. Thanks!”

You weren’t going to lie, this mission was a fun one to take part of. It’s been a couple of days, and it was quite funny to admit it was pretty fun and exhilarating. The places within the Apple Store that you three have rummaged through during these past few days are only making the options for where the hidden USB is more narrow. Besides the fact that you were after a hard drive that could possibly bring harm to many people if you didn’t retrieve it before the set date, you were happy that you were helping kids. However, this one would be a different one from the past few days. Your fellow co-worker, Daphne, brought in the next excited child to sit on Santa’s lap. It would be safe to say that from the viewpoint of the parent’s Mrs. Claus was doing most of the heavy lifting, for her husband was… focused on other things than Christmas.

“Alright. It’s break time for me. I’m going to the back. If we can’t find anything, I’ll see if I can get access to the lockers. Keep watch in case suspicious characters follow suit.” You hear Steve say into the comms. “You got it, punk. Be careful.” James responds back, eyeing Steve from his spot of the Toy Store. You and Steve make quick and subtle eye contact before he excuses himself.

“What’s your name?” You hear Brock say, unenthusiastically, forcing himself to rub the child’s back for comfort. “Brandon,” he replies, shyly biting down on his thumb. You tried hard to not let out a huff of frustration, for Brock clearly underestimated children and their ability to sense the energy of their surroundings. Like everyday you’ve worked here, you stepped in.

“Brandon! What do you want for Christmas?” You smile, reaching out your hand kindly as he shyly lets his small fingers wrap around your pointer finger. “Ummm… I want… I want a stuffed Mickey Mouse. Ummm… a puppy… and I… want… a big car! He finishes with growing excitement. “I want to drive in a car!” He giggles squeezing your finger as he starts to twist his upper body side to side. You couldn’t help the smile that grows on your face. “Oooh, just you wait, Brandon. You’ve been a good boy, I can tell.” An excited nod comes from the child. “Yes I am, Mrs. Claus! I’ve been nice this year!” You couldn’t help but laugh alongside the parents at the adorable nature of the kid. “He really has been. He’s been looking forward to seeing Santa and Mrs. Claus all year,” the mother remarks with a smile as she watches Brandon excitedly swing his arm with the hand that’s holding yours. “Ooh, then just you wait till you see the presents under the tree on Christmas, Brandon. I will make sure Santa puts a Mickey Mouse, puppy, and big car on his sleigh.” Brandon smiled from ear to ear, going up on his knees to reach over Santa’s seat to hug you. You gasped and giggled as you returned the hug, causing the parents to smile and take pictures of the lovely interaction. “Thank you, Mrs. Claus.” He replies with a cute smile before hugging Santa to thank him as well, only to receive a grunt from Santa’s end. “Time for pictures!” Daphne calls before she returns to the camera, counting down before the flash goes off, then another. The boy hops off excitedly, waving at you both as the parents whisk him away. Then you hear, “Rumlow, are you almost out yet? We have to discuss more of the Barracuda Project.” That wasn’t coming to your comm. “Yeah, yeah, in a bit, Agent Woodman. I’m still working.” You hear Rumlow grunt quietly into his comm. You had to do something. Steve was still in there.

“Thank you, Brandon!” you call out, nudging Brock slightly feigning innocence. Brock grunted from your nudge and followed suit. “Alright good job, guys. This was the last kid for the day. We’re free!” Daphne exclaims as she puts away the camera equipment. “Thank goodness, we’re done,” you smile, looking over at Rumlow, who was clearly in some hurry. You had to keep thinking fast. You watched Rumlow start to make his way towards the back of the bookstore. “State your status, Cap,” you say hurriedly into your comm.

“Still trying to look through the back room”

“How far back?”

“Quite far back.”

“Steve, you gotta get out of there ASAP. They’re planning to meet over there.”

“Stall Rumlow. I have to clean all this mess up.”

A groan leaves your lips as you swiftly walk towards the back, taking off your wig and glasses. You hated to do this. You plastered a smile to your face. “B-Brock?” You called innocently outside the employee’s men’s bathroom, causing Rumlow to open the door. Your eyes widened when you found him shirtless, still in his Santa slacks and boots. “O-oh, sorry. I-I’ll leave you-” You stutter, embarrassed, a bit of blush evident on your cheeks. A smug smirk starts to come on Brock’s face, cutting you off. “Oh, it’s not a problem, don’t worry, Mary or should I say…”

Oh no. Has he found out?

“Mrs. Claus?”

Phew.

You let out a bubbly giggle and a coy smile, waving your hand. “Oh, stop. It’s my job. Ummm. I don’t really know my locker in the back. I was wondering if you can… help me find it?” You ask in a coy manner, eyes purposely staring at Brock’s figure so he can catch you staring.

“Y/N, what-” Bucky whispers in the comm.

A smirk goes on Brock’s face once again, biting his lip. “Oh, yeah, no problem, Mary. Maybe I can show you a few more things, since you’re new. I can change into the rest of my clothing in the back anyways.” It worked. You let out another annoying bubbly giggle and nod. “I’d like that, Brock,” You respond back, innocently batting your eyelashes up at the burly man. 

“Rumlow. Rumlow we are waiting-”

“Hold on, Mary, someone’s calling me.” 

In no time, Rumlow closed the door and locked it. Allowing a breath that was held in to be held out. 

“Status, Steve?” you whisper quietly, looking around to make sure no one was hearing you. 

“Still cleaning. Keep stalling.” Fuck.

“Steve-”

“You kiddin’ me, punk? Hurry up. Y/N, sweetheart, what’s happening?” 

“Buck, honey I got this, gotta go. Steve, I’ll try to give you 10 more minutes allowance max. You’re gonna pay for this.”

“Y/N-”

You yanked your comm and turned it off, placing it in one of the deeper pockets of your Mrs. Claus skirt, right on time when Rumlow walks out, still topless with a smug smile on his face. “Sorry about that, sweetheart (yuck). Here lemme show you what the back looks like.” He says, walking ahead as you follow behind in. You eye his pants, you heard a little jiggling from his pants. Keys. You peeped to the side to see that indeed, you were right. You had to keep this cover up to be able to get those keys without suspicion. You kept biting your lip for Brock to see your “interest”, taking your set of your fake set of keys from your duffle bag and swooshing them around. You passed a few shelves before landing on the lockers. “Here, Mary, is your locker. You can feel free to leave your costumes here and your stuff-” Yeah, that’s it keep talking. Just keep batting your eyelashes at him, Y/N. Steve better get out of there quickly.  “And yeah. That’s it. You understood that?” Rumlow questions, taking you out of your thoughts. “O-Oh, thank you. I’m just going to put my bag up here, then.” You say, nodding. His eyes were still on you as you made your way in front of him. 

“Scanning the back area to approve clearance of the meeting place.” Oh no, Steve. 

If only you didn’t get to have such good hearing, the comm interactions between the Hydra agents wouldn’t worry you so much. You had to keep going. You dropped your duffle bag (rather loudly) on the floor. “Oops! Sorry, about that,” You say, bending down to retrieve your duffle, making it a point to put your hand on his thigh for stability. You knew this ought to have worked.

Brock couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to your hands and your bent figure. Oh, that comm was way past him now. You were so beautiful and attractive. It would be very nice to show off a girl like you next to a man like himself, right? Maybe, just maybe, he can get that asshole George to stay away from being the “defender of women”. No need to because you’re clearly attracted to him right? He might as well. 

His hands slowly helped you back up and put the duffle in the locker, catching your eyes looking up at his. If only you knew how he loved the innocence radiating off of your face alone. “B-Brock?” You manage to choke out. “Back room is cl- wait. I think I’m seeing something,��� Woodman says into Brock’s comm. Your trip on your own two feet and stumble a bit before Rumlow catches you, hands on your waist, face much closer to yours. “Rumlow. We may have an intru-”

“Mary!” This George the “woman’s defender” calls, footsteps approaching to where you are. He sees the elf at the corner of his eye. Oh this is sweet. Maybe George can leave his pursuit of you alone this time.

“There is an intruder. Checking to see-” 

“Mary-”

SMACK. Brock pressed his lips to yours causing your eyes to widen in surprise. Think fast, Y/N. Think fast. You played with the game, letting yourself close your eyes as you kissed him back in feigned surprise. He did nothing but deepen this kiss, ignoring the messages going into his comms. You just knew your boyfriend looked like he was fuming. You allowed one of your hands to guide one of his hands from your waist, placing them on your hair, wrapping your leg around his waist. You can tell he was enjoying this. If you timed, this perfectly, you can be closer to completing this retrieval mission. You initiated a deeper kiss, satisfied when Brock follows suit. 

3, 2, 1. 

You let your set of keys drop from your hands to get a believable shock factor, letting the fall of the keys give you time allowance to quickly reach into his loose Santa pocket. 

CLAM!

Your set of keys dropped on the floor, echoing the same time as you swiftly yank out Brock’s keys, tightly clenching them to prevent noises. Your hips start to buck, smirking as Brock let out a low groan and clinging onto your form and hair tighter. You allowed Rumlow to let his tongue dance in your mouth. You let him touch and kiss, for unknown to his knowledge, you extended your free hand, you and Bucky having a silent exchange before he leaves with a huff. Rumlow smirks and pulls away when he hears Bucky walk away, his want and lust evident in his eyes. “Didn’t know you wanted me in that way, Mary. Should have told me sooner so I could do more.” 

“False alarm. Checked the suspect and saw it was just another Apple employee. Meeting will take place when you arrive.” 

A smirk goes on your face as you unwrap your leg, bending down to pick up your keys. “Hmm, well maybe I like this game that we have here and we can see where we land. Say, why don’t I help you change, hm? So I can look at you a bit more before you leave your shift.” You suggest, brows raised with a sultry stare to feign infatuation. Brock was a busy man, but with what you had to offer? Maybe he can make some room.

———

A few minutes later, Rumlow walked out with his backpack in his casual clothes, sending a smirk to Bucky’s way as he fixed the toys on his shelf. Bucky scoffed, watching this good for nothing agent leave the facility. He saw you coming in another minute later, back in your Jovie get up with a smug smile on your face. His eyebrows furrowed and he huffed, at least satisfied that your comm was back again to your ear, hidden under your hair. “I hated going through that.” You groaned, helping him organize the toys. “Did you both do more than what I saw?” He asked in a low tone. “Other than taking off his Santa pants? Nothing really. I took it off so he wouldn’t know it’s missing. Made sure no suspicions were raised too.” You noticed Bucky quietly pouting as he attended to work. You would have laughed at his tight clad figure with his pointy shoes, but you genuinely felt bad. “What’s wrong Buck?” You ask a bit nervously. “Hated watching you get kissed by that guy. But you sure do know how to fool these guys,” He pouts, jiggling Rumlow’s keys that were in his pocket. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head.

“Trust me, it wasn’t as disgusting as you think it was.”

“Nice thing to tell me Y/N as if I-”

“He’s way worse, Buck.” “...I’m still better?”

“Of course, he is out of the question when I have you.” 

“I get that’s the usual tactic for most missions, but I still think you should owe me a bit of consolation for seeing that.” 

“Maybe we can dedicate tonight to do whatever you’d like.” 

A chuckle and smirk finally adorn Bucky’s face. 

“Well best be prepared, sugar, because I’m taking full advantage of that.” 

“Y/N, Buck, I’m in this comm too you know, geez let the old grandpa breathe.” Steve groans in disgust, causing you both to laugh as you finished your shifts.

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Part 4: A Plan Unfolds

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House of Mouse: Mickey and the Culture Clash (Commission by WeirdKev27) or “What the Hell, Clarabelle?”

Hello, hello, hello... I wish I could say I was in good spirits but i’m tired, have covid induced chills running down my spine.. and oh yeah there was an armed insurrection i the captial last night that showed just how broken this country was. And while Monster Bash would still be relevant... I couldn’t do it. I admit to being unable to do an episode where the millitant racist nutjob who harms people runs off into the night, and does much worse in later episodes, while the people she harassed are arrested the night after a bunch of millitant, racist, sociopathic, selfish nightmares sieged the captial, killed a woman, raised the fucking maga flag over the buildling and took pictures like they were goddamn heroes.  We got a stark reminder, not a wake up call, not an opening a REMINDER of just how badly broken our country is last night, and it wasn’t till this morning I found out just how BAD it was. The deaths, the flag, the fact josh fucking hawley, MY STAT’ES SENATOR and registered piece of shit, raised  A FUCKING FIST IN SOLIDARITY, which gives me the crippling fear his stupidity and unabashed racisim and support of a cou could mean riots at best and attempted uprisings at worst and who knows what kind of hate crimes against those of color and those in my own queer community. I am afraid, tired, and I am pissed and I feel we could ALL use something wholesome, warm and far removed from the shit going on. And in my hour of need to figure out something like that to put on the schedule.. Kev brought up a wonderfufl idea.  Every month this month till the end of it Kev is going to comission one episode of a show near and dear to both our hearts that has it’s 20th birthday this month. House of Mouse. He was intitally going to request Pete’s One Man Show, which is one of my faviorites, but was ironcially one I already planned to cover next month to celebrate both the show’s anniversary and Pete’s Birthday. But since he was happy to wait till then to comission it, he instead asked for another classic and one with easily my faviorite character on the show: Moritmer Mouse. 

One of the best things House of Mouse did was bring back Mortimer Mouse. Introduced in Mickey’s Rival, Mortimer was an ex of minnies who showed up for one short to be a dick to mickey before running off and leaving Minnie at the mercy of a bull he pissed off. He also weirdly kept electrodes and a car battery in his pants. The short itself is.. not great mostly because Minnie dimissies Mickey rightfully being pissed someone is hitting on his girlfriend in front of him, making jokes at his expense, and generally being a pillock as being jealous... which yeah, yeah he is. Most of the time jealousy and supscison of your partner is ugly, gross and damaging to a relationship.  You should trust them unless you’ve been given good reason not to, and if your paranoidly jealous about every friend she has she could be attracted to.. get some fucking help. Seriously, I need to, not for this for various other problems, but get some therapy to help with your trust issues or if your just being the kind of dick who naturally assumes men and women or men and men or women and women or men and nonibinary persons, or women and nonbinary peeps and so on and so on cannot be friends if they could possibly be togehter romantically... grow up.  I say all of that because those are serious underlying issues and I didn’t want it to seem like for a moment I was supporting them... and because sometimes i’ts OKAY to be jealous, to either just feel a little jealous of someone, or to you know be irate because your girlfriend’s ex is hitting on her in front of you and she’s being entirely receptive to it. 

So yeah i’ts really hard to feel bad for minnie’s bull attack or find the ending sweet after Minnie was you know, what ramona said for an entire short. However my point for this rant, besides giving out about the short again because I clearly didn’t enough in my Mickey Birthday Special, is that Mortimer is still pretty great. He’s a frat bro in the 40′s sense sure, but the idea of a local douche hoping to swoop in and woo minnie away, who has an oddly specific sense of humor and a bizzare, memorable and wonderful walk, seriously the short is worth watching for mortimier’s “I got two car batteris in my pants’ walk, is a good one. While he’d naturally show up in comics and what have you Mortimer just sort of vanished. But clearly someone on the House of Mouse staff, and Mousewerks before it, agreed because Morty was made easily one of the best and most recurring characters in the HOM, and often more prominent than Horace or Gus. While he still tried his old “I’m gonna do your common law wife act” a few times he was mostly there to be an annoying douche when the ep needed one and to be taken down a peg by everyone in the house. And that VERY MUCH includes Mickey. That’s also part of why I love this show bringing him back: It gives Mickey someone besides pete to give out too on a regular basis. He’s still his charming self about it but it’s lovelyt os ee Mickey sarcastically roast someone. And I honestly attribute the main factor of his sucess on the show to VA Maurice LaMarche. While his original VA, Sonny Dawson, was fantastic.. it’s Maurice who very clearly made the character his. While others like Jeff Bennet have taken over since i’ts Maurice who gave him his signature “ha-cha-cha” catchphrase, swagger and signiture voice. And no i’ts not lost on me that one of Maurice’s OTHER best roles is another cartoon mouse.. and I now very badly want him to meet Pinky and the Brain. But yeah, Maurice just oozes the smarm that defines mortimer for me, oozes condescinon and assholery and he, is., glorious. He was a faviorite as a kid, he’s a faviorite now, and Disney needs to use him more.. and also have Maurice voice him for wonderufl world of mickey mouse, though Jeff Bennett is not bad at all I just prefer the master at the role. 

So obviously, after the nightmare of an evening america had yesterday, an episode not only about how wholesome mickey and minnie are but about Mickey teaming up with Mortimer was EXACTLY what i needed. So pitter patter, this is Mickey and the Culture clash. As always for house of mouse i’ll be chonking it up and since this one starts right with the wraparound, and sicnce you know I spent a godo few pagraphs going over mortimer and he’s only IN the wraparound this episode... let’s start there

Mickey and the Culture Clash: Don’t Go Changin, To Try and Please Me So we open the episode and the review proper with Mickey performing a banjo sernade for Minnie, their song in fact. It’s a really sweet scene.. that’s quickly ruined by Clarabelle being an asshole, who says i’ts a bit crude. Minnie counters that while “It’s not mozart”, it’s nice and she clearly likes it and the gesture. Instead of you know leaving it there like a good friend, like she’s SUPPOSED to be to Minnie in most continuities, Clarabelle.. takes the things she said and her having to run out to wrangle pluto out of context, painting it as her thinking he’s not sophisticated and then running out because of it. Oh and she tops it by pointing to a classified add from a MM looking for sophisticated companionship. 

It just paints Clarabelle not as Minnie’s friend or a chatty gossip, but as a heartless bitch who has no trouble implying one of her best friends would cheat on her boyfriend TO HIS FACE, and is fine wrecking a perfectly lovely relationship just to have more to talk about. Seriously she starts gossiping to everybody on top of it just in case you thought Clarabelle was a decent person in any shape this episode. She’s the one thing about this episode that dosen’t work despite being integral to it.. well two but hte other thing is a small, end of episode gag we’ll get to. This.. this is an integral part of the plot. It also relies on Daisy and Donald being absent for the episode for what I can only assume is their annual sex decathalon because otherwise the second she heard about her friend doing this, before reassuring Minnie, Donald would be holdiing her while Daisy beat the absolute shit out of her for hurting thier closest friend and not bothering to take a look into anything when leveling such a rough accusation at Minnie. In a really stellar, really well paced episode, Clarabelle being so heartless stands out. It’s also, might as well get this out of the way, teh final episode not inlcuding the two holiday specials.. and it’s a good note to go out on otherwise, I just can’t ignore the obnoxious cow in the room.. in both senses of the word. 

So yeah Mickey’s trying to be fancy, and Mortimer gets a good dig in about him reading “You having trouble sounding out the words”, but once he hears what’s going on, or rather once he realizes mickey things Mortimer’s personal add is in fact his girlfriend cheating on him, he decides to help Mickey. And to his credit for this con.. Mortimer actually thought things out on how to trick his rival, and his plan here is douchey as hell but incredibly genius: he offers to help mickey and while that’d normally be suspcious he offers a genuine, and very mortimer explination for helping him become a bit more sophisticated to win minnie back: if Minnie finds a handsome, sophisticated guy to date, what chance does MORTIMER have against that? At least with Mickey, in his deluded egocentric view of things anyway, he has a shot at beating him. 

So Mickey classes it up a bit, taking some sopshitcated stances when announcing and trying to woo minnie by talking in ye olde english. When that fails, she just finds it silly but charming, Mickey finds Jose.. hitting on her.

Just.. I expect better from you man. Woo ladies all you like as long as your respectful but I expect better than to hit on someone else’s girlfriend.. which granted he has but given the last time we saw him do that, he nearly got stabbed a bunch and the last time he agressively hit on a woman he got punched in the beak as he should, you’d THINK he’d of learned something. Seriously once again Donald is only missing because this time Daisy would be holding Jose down while Donald hit him. Or possibly they’d take turns. Point is Jose REALLY shoudln’t be doing this and knows better.. marginally. But.. it is in character enough so ti’s not as bad as Clarabelle the homewrecker. 

So Mickey tries being fancy and goes on to do poetry instead of letting O’Malley and the Alley Cats play.. which is a nice running gag the series does as they NEVER get to play.. which while funny is a shame since I love the Aristocats. So then we finally get what Mortimer’s been playing at, he swoops in, claims MICKEY dosen’t need HER, and uses the same personal add to trick her. See, while what Mortimer’s doing is vile.. unlike clarabelle I can repsect it at least. I don’t condone it and i’m glad he gets foiled.. but as a bad guy plan it’s pretty clever and for someone like Mortimer whose usually pretty incompitent.. it’s pretty suprising he could pull this off. It’s still pretty damn low and scummy, no question, but props to being able to outwit and nearly outplay two people who deal with your crap on a regular basis and still convincingly conning both.  Thankfully while he tries to take Minnie out Mickey, in a great visual gag, puts two and two together, and busts out their song, with Mickey and Minnie heartwearmingly reuniting on stage as seen above. Then we get that gag I mentioned not liking: Mickey gets Morty back by planting a false marriage proposal from Moritmer to Clarabelle, again under MM and he gets carried off.. HAHA HE’S BEING FORCED INTO A MARRIAGE HE DOSEN’T. LAUGH. LAUGH AT IT. The gag just really hasn’t aged well, as otherwise it’s clever Mickey used Mortimer’s own trick against both him and the person who caused all of this but really.. Clarabelle gets no real compuance. At worse sshe finds out she was tricked.. but she again you know tried to break up her close friends relationship for shits and giggles. But .. it’s at the very end of the episode and very easy to ignore, so it dosen’t really bother me too bad, and compared to some gags of the type i’ve seen, it could be MUCH worse.  Overall this wraparound is one of the series best and a good one to go out on. it has a simple premise, a brilliant antagonist plot, some great bits from all involved, and even a great Belle and Beast cameo. All in all a really good wraparound only hampered by a sexist and dated ending and Clarabelle being portrayed as ...

She’s the worst, in the world. Okay onto the shorts.

Mickey’s Piano Lesson: That was a Fun One

It really was. It’s a simple premise: Minnie wants MIckey to do a piano recital and he decides “I don’t need practice i’m mickey mouse. “ And it’s REALLY nice to have a short that has, rather than aw shucks mickey, shenanigans mickey. While thanks to the new shorts we’ve had tons, it’s still nice to get one in the House of Mouse era, and it’s just fun to see Mickey take the usual donald roll of letting his overconfidence punch him in the face> It fits both though: Both are everyman and while I lean towards the duck, to no one’s shock, Mickey is just as capable, and his lack of practice comes off less like the angry and hostile way donald would dismiss it and mroe just loveable procastination. And as someone who REALLY struggles with procastination I related to this short, as Mickey does everything else he’d rather do from bathing the dog to skydiving till Minnie, in a great bit informs him everyone from the president, to several dignitaries from other countries, to a televised audience will see. We then get two really great and really beatuifully animated bits as MIckey wrestles with the notes on thep age then fights with his piano as he performs, still pulling it off but destroying the thing and rightfully earning a glare form his girlfriend. Just a fun, slapstick short with a great premise. 

Dance of the Goofys: Scary Children Set to classical music, this one has a bunch of goofys as Fairy’s, who are making the flowers go and the one who sleeps in ends up saving the king from a horrifing looking little brat. He reminds me of Montanna Max a bit.. speaking of which Creer Summer recnetly announced Elmyra won’t be in the reboot. And while this does make me fear actually good characters like Fifi, Montana Max, and more will be cut like the animanics reboot and I do feel for Cree not getting to be involved and hope they find another roll for her as, given her status in the industry she deserves better.. THANK FUCKING GOD. I’ll go into this in another review I have planned for the future but unlike the cuts made to animaniacs this was a REALLY good decision i’m really greatful for. Thank you crew thank you. 

Back on topic, it’s just a fun, really beautifully animated short about the goofies and hteir shenanigans with a really great high concept. 

Maestro Minnie: Brahm’s Lullabye: Simply Irresitable Another simple but clever and lovely to watch one, and one I like quite a bit more. Minnie is conducting some living violins to Brahm’s Lullabye to get a baby Violin to sleep, and we get some really beautiful shots of her as she does so.. only to get comically interuppted by other insteruments turning up the noise. Not much to say on this one as it’s short and simple.. but sometimes short and simple is just what you need and the fun premise nad really beautiful especially for tv animation at the time visuals really sell this one.  ONce again, good stuff. 

Overall: This was a REALLY good note to go out on. While as I said the Clarabelle stuff can eat my entire ass, everything else is really damn good and I highly recommend checking this one out. Next time, in about a month, we’ll be looking at Pete’s spotlight episode for his birfday. While you wait tommorow we have my first look at legend of the three cabs. But for now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. 

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Tuesday 24 July 1838

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Charles called us – fine morning – ready in ¾ hour – I had ordered breakfast (café au lait) for A- only .:. I merely took a mouthful or 2 of bread and drank a little water meaning to breakfast on the mountain chez le beau frère de Charles – thankful afterwards that A- had breakfasted odd at 6 10 all clear – the views of this valleys and mountains charming – but in about ½ hour some little clouds passing before us that we should probably come into by and by – in the skirts of them for ¼ hour or 20 minutes and no view till they began to clear off just on our reaching the Plateau de [Marborisa] at 7 33 where we found the man from Gèdre who is to be my guide to the Vignemale waiting for us – a gentleman a few years ago employed him to find the way to the top of this mountain inaccessible on this (the French) side – whether the gentleman was killed in the revolution or what has become of him, the man does not know but he paid him 125fr. on his having discovered the way in doing which the man and his companion who crossed a glacier in the ascent were very nearly lost in a crevasse – the man shewed a little mark or 2 on his hand of hurts then received – but the way he discovered is easy – no glacier to cross, and very little snow to cross – not more difficult than the ascent of Mt. Perdu – 8 hours walking from the last cabane but on Charles’ telling him I was a good walker the man said it would take 6 hours from the last cabane which cabane is 4 hours ride from Gavarnie in the vallée d’Ossonne – the descent upon Boucheron 6 hours – and 6 hours de marche from Boucheron to Penticouse – the descent upon Penticouse 6 hours – For taking us (myself and Charles) to the top of the pic the man asked 30fr. – I said I had been thinking of 20/. to which the man agreed at once I being to find his nourriture  (not much) and give him something on reaching the top, to drink my health with – agreed – (said nothing but mean to give him 5fr. piece) – the man to meet us at Gavarnie this evening and all 3 to sleep at the Cabane leaving A- to sleep at Gavarnie and meet me and Charles at Bouchero at 3pm tomorrow – all settling took about 10 minutes or more .:. it was about 7 ¾ when we were off again – had had a steepish ascent so far ‘une montée rude’ said Charles – 2 hours more of ascent before we reached the cabane at [Poyerabie] at 9 ¾ but it had been clear since leaving the Plateau de Marborisa, and sunny, and the morning delightful – en passant, had had a moments’ peep at the Chapelle de Héas – but we left the cascade de Gloriette at a little distance (left) saw nothing of it – or the pretty wooded slope down into the valley de Héas and this upper part of the valley d’Estaubé, after reading of M. Chausenques’ preferring the valley d’ Estaubé to every other valley of the Pyrenees to pass 2 or 3 weeks in disappoints me? I observed to A- that the meadows looked like English grass plots – the hay just what would come off an English grass plot after 2 or 3 weeks from the last mowing – several peasants mowing and busy in their hay – but very few granges – 2 fine large flocks of sheep on the opposite side the valley farther on – the pasturage let to strangers to people from near Tarbes – Thankful again and again that A- had breakfasted – I began to feel the want of mine – the cabane here (at [Poyerabie]) in the style of that at [Golles]  (on the ascent to Mt. Perdu) – but instead of being roofed by impending rock, all built up with stone and roofed with wooded spars and sods – about 4ft. high within, and long enough and broad enough for the five bergers to sit and churn in (shake their sheep-skin-bags with the milk in them till the butter forms) and to lie down in – perhaps 9 or 10 ft. long and 6ft. bread within § - Charles asked if I would have pâte – yes! would taste it – a little of dead dried grass gathered from the mountain side served to light the little fire of jumper roots and branches which smelt quite fragrant while burning – a largeish pan full of crème (it seemed like one butter milk) with [Q.S.] of Indian corn flour and a little salt was set to boil slowly, and in an hour the pâte was ready – a thick porridge – I should have thought they had put some grease (as in the Gollis soup) in it, if they had not assured me to the contrary – it tasted strong – but really very tolerable – A-liked it – I cautioned her not to eat much saying it was strong – Charles thought it could not hurt anybody – the bergers have no meat – but bread and milk for breakfast and supper and pâte at noon – I did not take much but more as I found afterwards than my stomach would bear – had before eaten some bread (which had luckily been put into A-‘s basket at home to fill up with) and drunk a little old milk (skimmed – petit lait) and I now ate up the bread with butter just fresh churned from the sheep-skin bag, and had also some of the shepherd s’ bread (wheat ½ rue) and made a good breakfast at 11 – having had plenty of time to look about me – the entrance

§ to the cabane about 3ft. high and 2ft. or not so much wide the little fire-place close to it in the south end of the place towards les murailles d’Estaubé

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opposite the little fireplace at the south end a little open hole in the north end wall perhaps about a foot square or not so much for the light let in by it and by the door hole or rather entrance hole for no door not enough to shew the countenances of the 2 bergers sitting at a. and b. churning – the middle part the hollow between the 2 bancs was covered with the capes of the bergers and so dark I could distinguish nothing even after I had sat a minute or 2 in the cabin shewing the men my clasp knife which interested them much – but the smoke affected my eyes and sent me out to A- sitting on the sunny walled up (stones and mud) banc at the south outside end of the cabane in which the present 5 bergers had lived 3 seasons – but would be away on the mont de Bergons on the 1st of next month the pacage ici being let aux étrangers from that day – Mt. Perdu from here like a little mammelon [mamelon] on the top of the Marboré – can go by the valley de Cambiel to the vale d’Aure on horseback (Charles’s beau frère, married his wifes’ sister, would be our guide with Charles) but not by the pont de Canaa could only go on foot by the Pont de Canaa – cannot see this port from here – it is at the extremity of the valley de Héas, and hid from here by the mass of mountain parting the 2 valleys (of Héas and Estaubé) could go from here on horseback by the Pont de Pinède, but could not get the horses down on the Spanish side – From the P. de Pinède, Port Vieux, and P. de la Canaa one descends upon Notre dame de Pinède (chapel) – sitting on the outside banc of the cabane, en face des murailles d’Estaubé, le cylindre forms the right end of the cirque; about 1/3 from that a brêche laisse voir la neige sur le versant Septentrionale du Mt. P- and a glacier reaching down to the bottom of the brêche § (i.e. about midway the whole height of the cirque or murailles and about the level of the Pont de Pinède) and Mt. Perdu itself does not appear from here higher than the rest of the cirque, or murailles – glittering cone of snow a mere filling up the end of the brêche – at 1/3 farther the Pont de Pinède, a brêche seeming about twice the breadth of the other brêche – and at 1/3 farther the cirque or murailles terminates in a 2 pointed (rather obtuse-pointed) conical mass of rock and another brêche seeming about ½ the depth of the other brêches, wider than the 1st and less wide than the 2nd, and this last forms the Port Vieux – the left side of this last brêche being formed by the rocky mountain (not lower than the right side 2 pointed mass) that in a long line of mountain which almost immediately from the Port Vieux becomes more or less striped with lines of green – separates our valley of Estaubé from that of the Héas -                       §Ramond escaladé (got up) this glacier steep as it is, but his trouble in vain, Mt. P- being quite inaccessible de ce côté – Spanish smugglers have come along the foot Mt. P- and have descended this glacier –

sometime before arriving at the cabane (from the plateau de Marborisa) perhaps about ½ way Charles pointed out the place near the gave where the man was shot by a Spaniard during the 1st French revolution in the evening of the same day, and with a ball in the forehead in the same place respectfully in which he the man had shot a ball into the forehead of the virgin Notre dame at Héas, in the morning! –

Delighted with our view from the cabane of the murailles (or cirque) d’Estaubé – off from the cabane at 11 50 – our views of Mt. P- now clear, now tipped or streaked with cloud, very fine – to me very interesting, as we climbed up from the cabane higher and higher over l’herbe glissante, or rough slippery rock on which my own feet were scarcely much more those of my little horse (mare) but Charles would make me ride as well as A- who said nothing but went on very quietly – for said Charles you will have plenty to do yet – it was always agreed to take Charles’ beau frère as guide from the cabane but Charles had luckily taken also another of the bergers who, as he said at 1st, had merely gone because he chose to walk a little of the way with us – but a la suite, I know not what we should have done without him – at 12 ¾ stopped 10 minutes for the 2 guides and our 2 bergers to sit down, and wet their lips – (no wonder – la montée était bien rude) – and here the Marboré just in sight – several specimens of contorted rock here – and on the side of the Piméné up to the green just under the Pic – after a desperately hard [?] of it for the horses, alighted at 1 – my horse turned loose and A-‘s and the baggage given in charge of the berger and Charles’s beau frère mounting with us to carry A-‘s basket and cloak and my light tartan ditto and the 2 guides, one on each side of A-, got her on very nicely, I following – we had walked or climbed about 10 minutes or ¼ before and were halting on a little bit of level when my horse cam frisking up to us having scrambled up somehow – the opportunity too good to be lost – A- was mounted – the bridle had been taken off to let the animal graze but the halter was round its neck – and A- literally rode to within a very short distance of the Petite Pic – for we arrived there at 1 48 and out of the 48 minutes from the time of alighting at 1 she had only walked 18 minutes a few stone rudely piled together to mark the Petit to which we had had about ¼ hour of scramble up the bare, scaly (argillo [argile] schisteuse) rock with here and there little while saxifrage and a very pretty little pink flower and pencil geranium etc. growing on the little hedges – very fine, magnificent view from the petite pic of the Marboré, the cirque de Gavarnie and all the sea snow-spotted of mountain tops around, and here we sat down -   I saw that A-‘s head would not, even if her legs would, carry her much higher; for the crête was indeed a crête a giddy narrow ridge along which I felt that my own head in its then aching state would not be trop forte – my breakfast had disagreed with me and I had had more or less of bilious head-ache for the last couple of hours – advised A-‘s not going higher and she willingly took my advice, and we left Pierre with her, and in seven minutes at 1 58 had reached the smutty – it was a glorious sight to look upon – a noble congregation of mountain tops – Vignemale and its glacier the largest in the Pyrenees – the Marboré and its cirque, and its cascade – but the pic d’Astazou hid the glacier-vallon of its source, and thus shut out 1/3 (400ft.) of its fall – Mt. Perdu shewed his head quite clear and towering Spanish mountains formed a fine background on each side the Marboré – the Pont de Bouchero seemed easy – snow lying near the top; but Charles said it did reach the road and A- would get on well tomorrow – the higher valley of Las Espessières seemed parallel with the valley of the P. de Bouchero – Charles pointed out the spot where lay the Cabane at which we were to sleep

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tonight, and the 2 pointed hill or lower mountain at the foot of which we were gain the Spanish side of the Vignemale evidently inaccessible from the French side – the 2 men lost 2 years, were lost near the foot of the Glacier (on their way from Cautertz [Cauterets]) – Poor Charles he seems not particularly anxious for the montée – sure we shall have plenty to do – and not sure of the weather – began to doubt what the Gèdre said about the facility of getting up – would like to consult the other man – thought we could hardly get to the cabane tonight– I merely said nous verrons – clouds were already in the distance over Tarbes and the mountains beyond Argeles [Argèles] – the fine clear on the summit had rather relived my head, so that I got down again in 7 minutes better than I had got up – not difficult climbing but so precipitous my head would scarcely carry me – Charles walked down and bade me to do the same which I did in fact he taking hold of my hand saying n’ayez pas peur – marches hardiement [hardiment] – as we stopt cautiously from ledge to ledge – but on getting back to A-, and looking up again, I felt as if I could not tell how we had managed to get up – the crête is so narrow one cannot go along it without seeing down the precipice on each side – poor A- turned her head away and could not bear to see us come down – the grand pic seems a cone with just one ridgy line 4 or 5 ft. or less broad so ledgy that one get up – the area at the top is very small indeed rather oval – perhaps 6 or 7 yards the smaller diameter and 10 or 11 the larger – if so much – the whole of the cone or pic quite bare –

on the Piméné up to the little pic

Thrift

pencil geranium

Daisies

Gentinella

centaury? or a little saxifrage?

little pink flowers the whole plant not growing on the little narrow ledges of the grand pic

Azalea procumbus Wednesday 12 September (vide 4 September)

on the [Coumélie]

lis Martagon

Iris

jumper

rhododendron ferrugineum

aconite

garance sauvage? the root good for toothache

anisette in the wood  close above the road from Gèdre to St. Sauveur  

Left the high pic at 2 25 Friday 27 July back again to A- at 2 32 she had the yolk of a hardboiled egg and we sat looking about us till 3 – the princess! de la Moscowa had been got up to the grand pic – but A-‘s head could hardly bear the petit pic – and indeed the little ridge or crête we sat upon was not more than a few feet (5 or 6ft.) board but the grand pic above the mass of mountain we had ascended below, and the 3 men standing on one side a lower ledge towards the cirque de Gavarnie (west) and on the other the precipice being rather less perpendicular, we sat comfortably – off on our way down again at 3 A- between the 2 guides and getting on very slowly, her head evidently not stronger than the occasion required – at 3 18 reached the place where A- had dismounted we had sent one of the bergers round with the horses to meet us down below on the montagne d’allanz and we had a steep, rough, shingly rocky, untracked scramble down A- getting on slowly till about 3 ¾ when after a scramble down an arête of rock (a wall) we were obliged to cross a piece of steep slippery snow which took us 10 minutes or ¼ hour A- still between her 2 guides and apparently hardly able, from fright or fatigue or both, to drag one foot after the other, or I think we should have passed this only bit of snow in 5 or 6 minutes – dragged on poor A- about ¼ hour farther to warm her feet till 4 20 and she then sat down on a piece of rock, and had a couple of little humps of sugar steeped in brandy which seemed to refresh her – we sat down again at 4 40 but here we had l’herbe glissante – my sick headache which had latterly been very bad here relived itself and as I lay down at a yard or 2 distance from A- my stomach rid itself of the pâte without anybodys’ knowing anything about it till I told A- I felt relived – it was 5 10 before we got to the horses and then a good deal of cloudiness striped (in striped) across the pic d’Astazou and towards the cirque de Gavarnie – we were only just up in time – A- mounted but got off two or 3 times afterwards and walked very well – I walked all the way back till about 10 minutes from the Inn at Gavarnie where we arrived at 7 I more tired from sickness and headache than anything else – the Inn full – but on my saying we must go to Gèdre, the people seemed determined to exert themselves – we dined as I proposed in the garret, and I proposed sleeping there but A- thought it would be close, and some country people turned out of the 4 bedded room over the kitchen and I was comfortable enough tho’ there was about a board-floor between the kitchen and us and every sound was heard – dinner about 7 ½ - A- had a veal cutlet and bread and butter and cheese – I a little weak brandy and water and then a basin of boiled milk and dry bread with a little butter – Charles came at 7 ¼ to say the Vignemale guide was come – Charles afraid of the cloudiness and advised waiting for moonlight – so did A- too late at any rate to go to the cabin tonight and without sleeping there could not possibly reach the summit of the Vignemale in time -  .:. sent word by Charles that I should probably go to the Vignemale a few days hence, 10 days or a week, sooner or later and would let the man know – considering the terms and all that to be fixed – but that if it should happen that I did not go at all, I would give the man a 5fr. piece for the trouble he had already had – this last part of the story Charles thought very handsome, and seemed pleased saying that by this means I was sure of always being attended to – came to our room at 8 ½ - very fine day

[thesvenqueen]

With All My Love

Rating: M Pairing: Kristanna (as if it would be anything else) Also on AO3

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notes: I know I know, I’m dragging it out a bit but to be fair, the chapter was WAY too long for my liking so I split it up. I promise, next chapter will be the moment we’ve all been waiting for :)

{Chapter 7}

Anna moves quietly yet quickly as she changes. Though the castle and the staff have gone to bed, risking making any type of sound could lead to her being caught.

So she is mindful as she moves, remembering every squeaky floorboard, which drawers and doors creak as they are opened.

The dress she wears is simple, another day dress of sorts, but she makes sure it’s nice. The skirt is an olive green, lightly colored rosalin lines the bottom of the skirt in soft purples, blues and greens. Her bodice is tan though with another shade of green along the outline, it compliments her skirt perfectly. With a very light blue shirt underneath, complimenting the bits of blue along the rosalin on her skirt, she thinks it should be good enough.

Yes, she may be trying to sneak out of the castle, her goal first and foremost, but most importantly she will be meeting K for the first time. She’d rather not show up completely in black, as though dressed for a funeral.

Their meeting, whether successful or not, should be a nice one and showing up in all black may put a damper on it all.

Still, she makes sure to tie her black cloak over tightly, the material long enough to hide most of her dress as she moves.

As Anna looks in the mirror, working to braid her hair, she finds her hands shaking.

She has to pause, taking a deep breath to collect herself.

There are many reasons to be nervous, she knows this, but she can’t be. There is too much at stake, too much being risked for her nerves to get the best of her and ruin what could be her future.

She has to stay calm, for her sake & K’s.

Taking one final deep breath, Anna looks back to her mirror. Clenching her jaw, she finishes her braid with a new feeling of determination.

Once finished, she moves to her bed, pulls the bag from underneath and places it on her back.

This was it.

Anna looks around her room, taking it in for the final time. Too many days and countless hours she spent held up in this room, one she used to love and cherish so much.

Now, it feels more like a prison than home. The pink and green wallpaper along the walls, placed there since childhood. It used to bring her joy, now a reminder of how things used to be. Those brief years of happiness, of fun, of laughter and smiles.

But as she grew, as she started to observe, she saw how much things were not all happiness and smiles. It was full of judgement, control, sprinkled in with tiny moments of joy with her family.

It's a reminder of her loneliness, of the emptiness she felt within these walls. A room once seeming to be so large, now so incredibly small and suffocating.

She wants to hate it, more than anything Anna wants to curse the room and the painful memories it holds. She finds that she can’t. As much as she hates it, it was still a part of her.

The young, naive child grew into a strong, independent woman within these flower covered walls. Witnessing her growth through the years.

Anna looks over the room once more, knowing she will never forget it though she still tries to ingrain the scene to memory.

Accepting her time here was done, she turns and moves towards the door.

~.~

It’s an easy slip down the halls and into the kitchen, from there it shouldn't take me long at all to get up to the tree.

What if you run into someone?

I won’t.

But what if you do? What will you do?

I’ll think of something. But it won’t happen, I promise.

~.~

In the years Anna has snuck out to the Oak tree, she has never once ran into anyone.

Not one.

There have been many close calls sure, Anna thinks as she peers around the corner to make sure it was clear. She had nearly slammed into one maid who had been late finishing her chores one evening. Thankfully, Anna had covered quickly by proclaiming she was going to the kitchen, grabbing a late night snack.

Another time, she hadn’t made it out of her own bedroom door. Gerda had appeared at her door, making Anna scramble to her bed to hide the dress she’d already put on. That had been a very close call, Gerda eyeing her as she’d entered the room.

She’d changed immediately after Gerda had left, not wanting to risk it that evening.

Still, Anna knew the castle better than anyone. Had spent years roaming the empty halls, learning how to move around without being caught or seen.

She makes it to the kitchen easily, not a sound or a peep from anyone within the halls. Opening the door just enough to sneak in, Anna slips through and closes the door with a quiet click.

She leans her head against the door, sighing in relief that she was nearly there. Only one more door, a quick hop over the wall and she’d be gone.

She’d be free.

“Anna?”

Anna jumps so hard, she knocks her head against the door. She turns quickly, rubbing idly at her now stinging forehead.

There, standing near the fire, was Gerda.

It is quiet, Anna staring with wide eyes at a very shocked Gerda.

No, no no no she wasn’t supposed to be here. No one was supposed to be here.

It can’t end like this. Not when she was so close, not when K was just beyond the door.

Anna watches Gerda look her over, the old woman’s eyes stopping on the pack on Anna’s back.

This wouldn’t be the end, she couldn’t give up now.

She can’t, she won’t.

She swore to herself she would take control of her life, would take the reigns away from those that worked to control her path.

This would not stop her, no one could.

Not even Gerda.

As Gerda looks back to her, Anna’s eyes fill with tears. Her heart is pounding now, the sound pounding in her ears.

Her jaw trembles as her lips part, her eyes boring into Gerda’s, begging for understanding.

“Please.” Anna whispers, pleading.

It is quiet once more, the tears falling freely down Anna’s cheeks. Gerda still stands by the fire, eyes never leaving Anna’s.

Then, slowly, Gerda begins to walk over to her.

Anna takes a breath, unsure what the woman is about to do. Would she demand Anna return to her room? Scold her for even attempting such foolish things? Promising to never speak of this as long as she went back now, throwing away her plan.

Telling her that whatever it was she was thinking of doing, what she wanted to do, was not worth the trouble.

To keep this all a secret, just between them, till their dying days.

As Gerda drew closer, Anna held her breath, bracing herself for a possible berating. For her to demand an explanation, with the familiar furry she’d seen a few times from Gerda over the years.

Maybe she wouldn’t be angry, maybe just confused and that Anna could deal with. A furious Gerda was harder to navigate, harder to negotiate and talk with. When Gerda was angry, there was no defusing till much later.

Anna braces herself, preparing for the reprimanding to begin.

It never comes. Instead, Anna’s jaw drops as she feels Gerda wrap her arms around her, squeezing her in a tight hug.

Anna blinks, completely taken aback.

Feeling Gerda squeeze gently, one of her hands moving up to the back of her head, Anna slowly wraps her arms around her caretaker, the woman who’d been there for her more than anyone else within the castle.

Anna buries her face into Gerda’s shoulder, muffling the soft sob that escapes her.

She isn’t sure what this means, unsure of what the woman is implying by this gesture, if she is comforting her only to berate her soon after. Nonetheless, she appreciates it.

It pains Anna to realize she can’t remember the last time someone gave her a hug.

They stand together for a moment longer, Anna softly crying into Gerda’s shoulder.

She needs to speak, knows she needs to ask her what exactly this means but she can’t bring herself to. She wants to cherish this moment for just a second longer, no matter the outcome set afterwards.

Then, Gerda beats her to the punch, “I hope you find happiness, Anna.”

Anna sobs openly now, realization of what her words mean.

Somehow, somehow Gerda knew the pain Anna was feeling. Knew that Anna no longer wanted to be in these walls, did not feel happy nor joy here any longer.

Bless her, she knew that Anna was trying to leave, knew there was great implications and trouble to come if she let her go, let her  escape it all and yet, she was going to let her.

Anna has never been so thankful, so incredibly grateful.

“Me too.” Anna manages to murmur, feeling Gerda softly rub her hand along the top of her head.

“I’m sure you will.” Gerda says, and Anna can hear the shakiness in the older woman’s voice.

When they pull back, moments later, their faces are both red and puffy from tears. The old woman shakes her head, “Goodness, I don’t think I’ve cried like this in a long time.”

“I’m sorry.” Anna says, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh no, they’re happy tears I assure you.” Gerda says, bringing her apron up to her face to wipe the last few tears from her cheeks.

Anna furrows her brows, “Happy?”

“Yes,” Gerda says with a sniff, “Not every day you see the little girl you’ve helped raise become such a strong woman.”

Anna huffs a laugh then, nearly goes for another hug but she realizes too much time has passed.

Gerda has always been able to read her so easily, and she nods, “Yes, I think you best keep going. Everyone else has gone off to bed so you should be good from here.”

Gerda guides her, holding Anna’s hand and patting it gently.

“Thank you.” Anna says as they come to the door. “Truly, Gerda, for everything. I can never thank you enough.”

“Stop it,” Gerda says with a teasing tone, “You going off to live out a happy life for yourself is more than enough thanks for me.”

There is so much more Anna wants to say, so much more she wants to thank Gerda for, but the chime of a clock ringing the hour echoes through to the kitchen.

“Better get going.” Gerda says, opening the back door. “More time you spend here, the more chance you’ll get caught.”

Anna nods, squeezing Gerda’s hand one last time and goes through the door.

It is a cool night, the moon hangs full & bright in the sky.

Anna takes a few steps down the stairs, takes one last look behind her at Gerda.

She smiles at her again, Gerda’s lip slightly wobbling as she does so, then “I’m so proud of you.” she says, barely above of a whisper but Anna still catches it.

Anna smiles a wobbly smile, unable to speak as she watches Gerda close the door.

#kristanna #kristoff #anna #jessica writes #with all my love #not my fav chapter or my best but #yeet #happy Monday :)

[ashes-and-ashes]

Just A Splintered Fairytale

So this was something I wrote ages ago back in 2018, when I was still a Tumblr fetus trying to make a name for myself. I’ve come a long way since then but I still love this - even if it’s painfully cliche :)

Read till the end?

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Once upon a time, in a great castle in a kingdom called Elsewand, a king and a queen had a royal baby. The child was very beautiful, with eyes like grass and hair like night, skin that was delicate and fair and lips as red as blood. However, during childbirth, the Queen fell into a deep faint, and did not rise again. She was pronounced dead the next day, and the kind sought to find a new wife.

The child had a stepmother, who was a wicked woman. She too was very beautiful, and the magic mirror told her this every day, whenever she asked it.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest person in the land?”

The reply was always; “You are, your Majesty,” and the Stepmother would smile, content.

The stepmother was very cruel to the young child. She forced hours upon hours of hard labor on the young child, calling the child “Blanc” instead of the royal titles expected of royalty.

One day, the stepmother went down to her mirror, as she did every day. She called out, “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

However, this time, the mirror did not say the expected response. “Blanca is the fairest in all the land, majesty.”

The stepmother was furious and, wild with jealousy, began plotting to get rid of her rival. Calling one of her most trustworthy servant, she bribed him with a rich reward to take Blanc into the forest, far away from the Castle. Then, unseen, he was to bring the heart of the dead child back to the stepmother. The greedy servant, attracted to the reward, agreed to do this deed, and he led the innocent child away.

However, when they came to the fatal spot, beside a river and under a tree, the man’s courage failed him and, leaving the shivering child sitting beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Blanc was left all alone in the forest.

Night came, but the servant did not return. Blanc, alone in the dark forest, began to cry bitterly. The noises echoed in the dark woods, shrieks and moans and the sound of chattering animals. The noises were so loud that sleep was nigh impossible, bringing nightmares and dark thoughts.

At last, overcome by tiredness, Blanc fell asleep curled under a tree.

The sleep was fitful, waking Blanc from time to time with a start. The darkness seemed to jeer, with great glowing eyes that pierced into Blanc’s slumber, the noises allowing no rest. It was cold, bitterly so, and Blanc lay huddled, wrapped around the small tree.

At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and Blanc too, awoke. A whole world was stirring to life and the child was glad to see how silly the noises had been. However, the thick trees were like a wall, and as Blanc rose, a small path caught just on the edge of vision.

Blanc walked along it, hopefully. On and on, the path lead till the path opened onto a clearing. There stood a strange cottage, with a tiny door, tiny windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage was much tinier than it ought to be. Blanc pushed the door open.

“l wonder who lives here?” the child said, peeping round the kitchen. “What tiny plates! And spoons! There must be seven of them, the table’s laid for seven people.” Upstairs was a bedroom with seven neat little beds. Going back to the kitchen, Blanc had an idea.

“I’ll make them something to eat. When they come home, they’ll be glad to find a meal ready.”

Towards dusk, seven tiny men marched homewards singing. But when they opened the door, to their surprise they found a bowl of hot steaming soup on the table, and the whole house spick and span. Upstairs was Blanc, fast asleep on one of the beds. The chief dwarf prodded the child gently.

“Who are you?” he asked. Blanc told them the story, of the evil stepmother and the huntsman and the forest, and tears sprang to the dwarfs’ eyes. Then one of them said, as he noisily blew his nose:

“Stay here with us!”

“Hooray! Hooray!” they cheered, dancing joyfully round the bed. The dwarfs said to Blanc:

“You can live here and tend to the house while we’re down the mine. Don’t worry about your stepmother leaving you in the forest. We love you and we’ll take care of you!” Blanc gratefully accepted their hospitality, and next morning the dwarfs set off for work. But they warned the child not to open the door to strangers.

Meanwhile, the servant had returned to the castle, with the heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the cruel stepmother, telling her it belonged to Blanc, so that he could claim the reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother turned again to the magic mirror. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror replied: “The loveliest in the land is still Blanc, who lives in the seven dwarfs’ cottage, down in the forest.” The stepmother was beside herself with rage.

“The child must die! They shall be burned with poison, tied to a stake!” she screamed. Disguising herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple with the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way into the forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the trees. She reached the bank unseen, just as Blanc stood waving goodbye to the seven dwarfs on their way to the mine.

Blanc was in the kitchen when there was a sound door: KNOCK! KNOCK! The child remembered the dwarf’s advice, and called out suspiciously,

“Who’s there?”

“I’m an old peasant woman selling apples,” came the reply.

“I don’t need any apples, thank you,”

“But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy!” said the velvety voice from outside the door.

“I’m not supposed to open the door to anyone,” said the child, who was reluctant to disobey the dwarves.

“And quite right too! Good child! If you promised not to open up to strangers, then of course you can’t buy. You are a smart child indeed!” Then the old woman went on.

“And as a reward for being good, I’m going to make you a gift of one of my apples!”

Without a further thought, Blanc opened the door just a tiny crack, to take the apple.

“There! Now isn’t that a nice apple?” The Old Witch smirked.

Blanc bit into the fruit, and suddenly, fell to the ground in a faint: the effect of the terrible poison taking hold instantly.

From behind the door, the wicked stepmother listened. Thump! It was the sound of a body hitting the ground! Chuckling evilly, the wicked stepmother hurried off. But as she ran back across the swamp, she tripped and fell into the quicksand. No one heard her cries for help, and she disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the mine to find the sky had grown dark and stormy. Loud thunder echoed through the valleys and streaks of lightning ripped the sky. Worried about Blanc, they ran as quickly as they could down the mountain to the cottage.

There they found the child, lying still and lifeless, the poisoned apple next to Blanc’s outstretched hand. They did their best to rouse the child, but it was no use.

They wept and wept for a long time. Then they laid the small body on a bed of rose petals, in a crystal coffin in the middle of the forest. Each day they laid a flower there, in shades of blue and pink, red and purple.

Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man admiring Blanc’s lovely face through the glass. After listening to the story, the Prince (for he was a prince!) made a suggestion.

“If you allow me to take the body to the Castle, I’ll call in famous doctors to combat this peculiar sleep.” But the dwarves were suspicious, and did not permit the prince to take away Blanc’s body.

Everyday, the prince came to the coffin. For 3 years, everyday, he would ride his horse out to gaze upon that sleeping face. He would talk to the sleeping figure, telling stories. A young boy, born to be a prince, thrust into a dangerous world. Years spent hiding, burying his true self. A battle, in some far off land, from which he would surely die in. As the years passed, the child began to grow. Blanc’s eyes darkened into a deep blue sea, hair turning even darker, lips turning even redder and skin paling. The child was a child no longer, someone in the prime of youth.

Finally, the prince went to the head dwarf.

“I have come here everyday, for nought but 3 years. I have watched this child grow, from a child into an adolescent, and though I try to fight it, I have fallen in love. My father has summoned me off to war, though, and I will not be able to return until we have won the battle, or until I have died. I understand that you will not be parted, but if you please, may I just be permitted to grant just one kiss?”

The head dwarf considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Very well. But understand, I only grant your request because I have seen how much you care for Blanc.”

The prince nodded, and leaned down. First, he swept the raven hair off of Blanc’s face, then, he turned that cold face up and kissed Blanc. Suddenly, a crack of lightning tore through the clearing, the light illuminating the forest. A faint gasp sounded, and suddenly, the figure in the coffin sat up. Blanc had come back to life.

With hands braced on the coffin, Blanc started to cough. Each heave was deep and rattling, until a drop of blood and a piece of apple fell from red lips. The prince rushed over, draping his cloak around Blanc’s shoulders, grabbing those icy hands. “Are you…are you alright?”

Blanc’s voice was hoarse. “You…I remember you.” The prince felt the grip around his hands tighten. “You were the one who talked to me, who told me all those stories about yourself. While I was…while I was asleep. You stayed with me.”

The prince nodded. “I did.”

Blanc shrugs, eyes dancing around the clearing. “Why did you? Why did you stay?”

The prince looked down, at their entwined hands. “Because I fell in love. And I don’t know why, but I did.”

Tears sprung to Blanc’s eyes, as the prince leaned forwards, and they were kissing again, in that dark forest in the middle of nowhere.

The prince smiled, his hands grasping Blanc’s. “Will you…will you come back with me? Back to my kingdom?”

Blanc nodded, still grasping his hand. “Of course. If you will have me…I have nowhere else to go.”

The prince just laughed, lifting Blanc up onto his horse. “Then we shall go. I would like to introduce you to my father, to gain his approval.”

So Blanc smiled, calling out a “farewell” to the dwarves, who were shining with happiness.

As the two of them rode off through the forest, the Prince turned over to Blanc. “I…I feel embarrassed for this, but I never got to learn your name.”

Blanc looked down, holding the Prince’s hand even tighter. “They villagers used to call me Blanc, because of my white skin, and that I was born on the coldest day of the year.”

The Prince nodded. “So, should I call you Blanc then?”

Blanc just smiled. “Blanc is not my real name, however.” He looked up, icy blue eyes gleaming in the cold winter’s day. “My name is Kieran, the Eldest Son of the King of Elsewand.”

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[anne-lister-adventures]

Monday, 24 February 1840

5 1/4

2 3/4

Got up immediately on Gross’s calling us – We had nicely arranged our beds last night against the walls – Not long before A-[Ann] got up meaning up all night – I tried to bear it out – Impossible, so bit, no sleeping – Thought of Jackson who told us to put our beds on the floor in the middle of the room – Did so, and tho’ A-[Ann] says she soon followed my example I was asleep before she had moved her bed next to my mine – I had given all my things a good shake – She had caught 5 white fleas on her night cap – 

All packed and ready in an hour at 6 1/4 – Then wrote the above and breakfast – Reaumur 11 1/2º on the on the window seat of one of the 4 windows in our nice little room – Larger than last night, and about 5 x 4 yards - no! 14 1/2 x 10 1/2 ft.[feet] and 8 ft.[feet] high – windows frames 4 ft.[feet] 2 in.[inches] x 2 ft.[feet] 5 in.[inches] and our 2 doors 6 ft.[feet] x 2 ft.[feet] 6 1/2 in.[inches] – Reaumur -10º dehors at 7 10/’’ a.m. –

Off at 7 1/2 – At 8 1/4 Tchudo village with neat largeish looking church and handsome clocher adjoining so as to form the great West entrance into the church – The clocher at Bolgari close adjoining to the sort of lofty porch by which one entered (West) the church – We have latterly had churches of one square domed part and a sort of aisle up to it, and porch or clocher entrance – We seem to have our 5 domed churches at Kazan – The people Tatar? At Tetiuschy and here (Tarchany) – At Tchudo piles of longish fir logs laid up under sheds – What for? For Government Magazines (said George having inquired of the Jemptschik (driver) – 

Small snow driving about from about 8 a.m. snow in the night, apparently a good deal – About 9? Another village and on the high plain (apparently chiefly stubble ground) flight of birds about the size of pigeons sea-gull grey and white – Pretty looking birds – Like small seagulls – A magpie or 2 now and then – No magpies at Moscow, nor any since till 4 or 5 at Sviask – The little bee-swarm traps everywhere – A 7 or 8 in.[inches] diameter fir-branch about 20 in.[inches] long hollowed out and covered over the top like a little mill – Hung up against the house-end – Or against a high gate-post, or something high – I like travelling in Russia – I like its steppes, - Its vastness – The advantages, the luxuries of polished life are never beyond reach, yet in the intervals there is a wild freedom from the tyranny the gene of civilization that pleases me – A governed freedom where law is order and order law, and each man fears his God and honours his Sovereign and lives in good fellowship with his neighbour even amid the various peuplades de la Russie – Pretty well wooded today – Copied this out at Tarchany waiting for horses till now 12 5/’’ p.m. – 

Written out at Simbirsk Tuesday 25 February 

Interminable high plain covered with tops standing up above the snow, of Absinthe? such as we saw dried at the Vodki Fabrique at Liskovo? Occasionally picturesque little villages and wind mills – Now (9 3/4) three with 6 sails and one with 4 – At 9 50/’’ large village and handsome stone (probably brick covered over) white church with its clocher joining up to it and forming great West entrance into the church – 

In 5 minutes thro’ the village and cross little frozen river? Tarchany at 11 5/’’ poorish little Tartar village – Poor little Station House with ox gut instead of glass windows – But 2 rooms – One for the family &c. (sick animals or what not) and the little room with oven-stove in it that we were in the people coming in to look at us as if we were some strange animals such as they had not seen the like before – The windows (of the gut of cattle) did not shew any joining and yet the glazings, the sheets of darkish brownish shrivelly gut? must have about 2 ft.[feet] by 18 to 20 in.[inches]? In many Isbas, cottages (as we came along vide p.[page] 36.) we had seen the windows done in little squary panes glazed with this gut, tho’ the gut is generally in one piece large enough to glaze the whole opening – While waiting at Tarchany wrote out journal and on going away bought 10 eggs (boiled by George’s mistake) -/20 and ten unboiled -/40 the people Tartars with small dark eyes, and a sharpish looking countenance and dark complexion quite different from Russians – 

Off at 12 20/’’ with very poor cattle fed the moment before setting off – The 1st time we have been so badly horsed but the Tartars do not keep their horses so well as the Russians – Virshka (pronounced Vēērshkah) at 3 as I supposed on driving into the village – Good church and clocher seen in the distance – But no! We had turn out of our a little to the left into this village to see if we could get horses – None to be had – I did not know this till 3 1/4, when George came to say we had 9 versts to go and these horses could not take us – The Courier beat our near horse and then our driver – The man cried or whined, and said he could not get horses on – True they were 3 sorry animals, and our servants had not better – I said they must go au pas (foots-pace) – They must take us – We should arrive sometime at Virshka where they said at the last village we were sure to get horses – 

At 3 55/’’ copse forest of oak and lime and a few hazels – The young lime twigs red – Query, were not any red willows on the Volga islands from Nijni, Limes? Lime-bushes? Still snowing, small snow – At 4 5/’’ fair and the sun out, and we crawl on – At 5 7/’’ Virshka at last – Poor little Morduan village – 20 or more men and boys and as many women and girls about us in a few minutes – Quite a throng, all trying to get a peep at us – Quite different looking people from our sharp countenanced Tartars of Tarchany more Fin-like – Broader faces, and stupider looking – Morduans – The Shubes of the Tartars more jacket like than those of the Russians, and the dress of these Morduans in shape like that of the Tartars but generally of a dark brown coarse woollen cloth rather than sheepskin – 

Much ado to get horses – What did we come here for? Not the great route – Should have 5 horses each Kibitka but only 8 to be had – A-[Ann] and I did not get out of our Kibitka – Left he Courier to fight it out among them as he best could – Thought we were off at 6 1/4 – But they had given us 5 horses and a boy on the 2 leaders and we stopped to take off one of our horses and give it to the servants so that each Kibitka had 4 horses, or we should have left the servants behind – They could not have kept pace with us – This yoking 4 horses abreast and leaving our boy that was to have driven our pair of leaders, took 20 minutes so that it was 6 35/’’ before we were really en route again – This is worse said George than the Tartars; but they keep their horses better so that we shall get on faster – 

We had one verst to go from the village before getting to the Volga, and then the rest of our road lay on the frozen river – Too dark to see anything – How unlucky we are in this respect – We had hurried in the morning to reach Simbirsk by daylight – in vain – I slumbered till we had gone 12 versts – Then got out for a moment went behind the servants kibitka and did job   first time of so managing could not alight the last stage – 

Then slept the rest of the way, and alighted at Simbirsk at 11 1/4 – But we had surely been 1/2 hour hunting for lodgings – The town had been burnt said George – Difficult to find a lodging – However at 11 1/4 good comfortable 3 room apartment the servants being somewhere – Tea things and Semovar all very nicely and quickly brought up, and sat down to tea about 12 – Had Domna – read a little - ∴[therefore] late in bed – 

View of Simbirsk. (Image source)

Undressed, and had our sheets, a luxury we owe to the prévoyance of La Charmante Princesse – Driving small snow almost all the day till about 4 (vide line 3 from bottom last p.[page]) and soon after then had the snow shaken off our Chalats and bags &c. and A-[Ann] feeling it cold had the door on my side shut – That on her side shut all day – A[Ann] queerish and impatient so shut my door and no more of her

                                                                                                      versts

7 1/2 to 11 5/’’ Tatiuschi to Tarchany .                                              30 12 20/’’ to 5 7/’’ T-[Tarchany] to Virshka (pron[ounce]d Veershkah) 25 6 35/’’ to 11 1/4 V-[Virshka] to Simbirsk (4 h[or]ses each Kibit[k]a)  30

Route from Bolgar to Simbirsk (todays Ulyanovsk).

[in the margin of the page:]             Bee-swarm traps

[in the margin of the page:]            ox-gut windows p.[page] 36

[in the margin of the page:]            Simbirsk

Page References:  SH:7/ML/E/24/0023 and  SH:7/ML/E/24/0024

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[misslisterkeepsajournal]

1822 Monday 22 July

8 1/2

12 1/2

Capital lodging room good bed and slept well - Breakfasted at 10 - the worst breakfast I have had because the butter strong and not good and the coffee bad or perhaps boiled milk a little inclined to be sourish - Rained all the night sometimes very heavily and rainy morning that we at once gave up all thought of going to Barmouth or doing anything but make the best of our way home - My aunts bowels better this morning but she looks ill - ‘Tis now 12 - have been reading Nicholson’s guide ever since breakfast -

(Drws y Nant Inn (ale-house by the roadside) with Jones 8 miles from Dolgella). Stopt here to bait the horses at 2 20/60 having left Dolgella at 12 3/4 - Beautiful drive as far as here, chiefly thro’ wood, the Wnion # river accompanying us from Dolgella, and foaming on our right - it forms several pretty cascades particularly 1 under a bridge perhaps a mile or 2 from here -

Just before leaving Dolgella for 20 minutes walked round the town - certainly a poor place according to English ideas - the cottages miserable tho’ apparently of the better sort for North Wales - mud floors - the smell of the peat-fires is strong and disagreeable to those not accustomed to it - and the large masses of the dark mountain stone used for building, the unevenness of them in all but the better kind of houses filled up with lesser fragments, give the buildings an unusually dark rude appearance which with poor broken windows completes the shabby look of the cottages of North Wales - But the fine blue roofing slate very commonly used is remarkably neat, and seems oddly contrasted with the rest - there is a sort of square (market place) at Dolgella - on one side the Angel Inn with a penthouse or covered way in front, facing a row of poorish looking cottages with a covered way also in front - at another side the “Caravansery” or red Lion Inn, and opposite to it the Ship Inn apparently, a new erection and next best Inn to the Golden Lion close to the church to which you turn to the right on entering the town from Tan y Bwlch - this Inn consists of 2 capital erections (for a Welsh town, where the Inns seem generally the best houses) on each side of the street fronting each other - the one to our left as we arrived has the sign - here everything is cooked, and carried across the street to the other house in which we were, the former being full - but our part had a covered door-way supported on 2 slender pillars, and I think cut the best appearance - the people very civil - woman watier - steady elderly woman who had lived there many years - nice steady elderly chamber maid - Stopt a minute at a small Slaters shop in the Square at Dolgella - a cattle doctoring book in Welsh and English. Description of Dolgella and Caden Idris 2/. - English testament - map of North Wales in a case - 2 or 3 Welsh pamphlets in the window - As we entered the town, near the bridge on the left a handsomish new erection nearly finished for a town and county hall - In the walls of this as of the Golden Lion and ship Inn, the large masses of stone cut regularly, and look well enough, tho’ dark and heavy - The clouds came over the mountains and we feared a continuance of rain - we have had only a drop or 2 for a moment once or twice, and seem to have left it behind us - yet the clouds have quite hid the higher summits of the mountains, that we have had no good view of Caden Idris -

(Bala - White Lion Inn - Ellis. 8 1/4 p.m.) Left Drws y Nant at 3 3/4 and got here at 5 50/60 - all the guide books mention the Bull as the best Inn; the people at Dolgella recommended us to the White Lion - Drove thro’ the town to compare appearances, and stopt at the latter tho’ my aunt thought the Bull’s head rather the better looking of the 2 - However I think we are right - the landlady is a very nice woman everything seems very clean and comfortable, and so far I should certainly recommend the house - my aunt rather had a little mutton broth with a boiled steak or 2 in it - I had a small loin of mutton (very good) roasted - good peas and potatos, and a very good bilberry tart - no wine - only cold water - walked a little into the town before dinner (Sat down to table about 7) and also afterwards - Better town than Dolgella - we admired it very much as we entered - wide street 7 or 8 young elm trees on our left -  a neat town-hall opposite our Inn (our Inn on the left) a neat church a little farther, on the same side as the town hall - the church very neatly pewed (peeped in at the window) and apparently recently built - 3 or 4 little streets besides the main street, and I should think Bala must rank high among the good towns in North Wales -

The drive from Drws y Nant very uninteresting till we came in sight of the Bala lake - which we kept close on our right (often no fence to guard the road from it) up to the very town, at least within a field’s length - A beautiful sheet of water - full when we saw it, its surface curled like the waves of the sea, and at this end a little surf - quite as much as we saw at the foot of Penman Mawr - a gentleman’s cottage very prettily situated on the East bank of the lake - very fair road all the way - great deal of hay to get in North Wales and a good deal to cut - the grass very thin and short, not at all equal to one of our middling pastures - little corn to be seen anywhere, and that only thin short oats or barley - I have somewhere seen a little rye, but do not remember any wheat in North Wales very few cattle and those only the small black breed, and occasionally a few brindled red - Sheep up and down the mountains, but not so small as I expected. Have only seen 1 goat a little tame thing at Caernarvon - I had an idea of pretty grey welsh ponys, but have seen nothing of the sort - should not have known the horses I have seen from English -

The weather improved before we left Drws y Nant, and had a pretty fine afternoon a few drops of rain sent us in about 8 1/2 - but it seems gone off again for the present - Settled with George and paid the bill, meaning to be off to Corwen at 7 in the morning - went upstairs at 9 50/60 - sat up hunting for a frill and adding up all my accounts find one pound short In taking out my purse at Tan y Bwlch, I let fall some sovreigns, and surely did not pick them all up - I must thus have lost one + great deal of discharge -

# pronounced as if spelt anglice Winnion

+ Wednesday night 21 August 1822 On setting my accounts at home found I had not lost a sovreign - I had omitted setting down the Cambrian Guide bought at Cernioge.

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/6/0030

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[dominicvail]

thjslove replied to your post

“do you think this could be end in one of them getting killed and...”

omg what CM receipts? ��

@thjslove cm is one of the most convoluted behind the scenes messes i have ever witnessed and i am just Astounded till this day like, i’ll bullet point for you because i Genuinely will be here writing this for 3 hours if i do details;

think of all the female cast members that have ever been on cm?? yeah?? a lot! well, the only ones who left in non suspicious circumstances? Lola Glaudini (elle) and Jennifer Love Hewitt (kate). Literally. The only ones. 

one time (between seasons 8 and 9) they almost cancelled the show because aj cook and kirsten vangsness decided they didn’t like that their male costars were making $70,000 more PER EPISODE than they were (this was back when they did 24 eps a season so like... i’m not gonna do the math but that is A Lot Of Money). (they renewed it last day of renewals, it was the same year cote de pablo walked from ncis because of the same reason, legit the only reason they got anywhere was b/c they said ‘we both get raises or we both walk’. 

btw while this was happening, minus Moore, the rest of the male cast was holding up negotiations so they got perks on top of being paid over 50% more than the women. 

this sequence is the kicker

u know season six, the jj and prentiss absences??? 

it was because they both got fired, listed as ‘creative decisions’ (that’s important later), which basically seemed to amount to ‘we want both less women and for her to be younger than both of you’. 

they fired aj cook flat out as her contract had expired that year, in the middle of a 2 parter, and didn’t even want to let her do an exit???? they legit had to fight for the right to have her to film an exit episode (they negotiatied 3 episodes, one for finishing the 2 parter, one exit, and one for when prentiss exited). 

brewster’s contract had Not expired (also important later), they just only decided she should be in 8 episodes. 

it’s important to the sequence of events that i mention outside influences, b/c the cm fans were PISSED. There was a straight up public outcry, i have Never seen a response like it in my many years of obsessive TV watching. People were Very fond of Prentiss and JJ and were Not impressed they were being booted as unnecessary to the narrative, those pesky creative decisions!!! the petitions and public support towards them were pretty incredible actually. 

by that point there wasn’t much that could be done about Cook, but seeing the response CBS kept making Brewster film Way more than those 8 episodes she got slotted for actively dragging her along, Still fired but p much unable to find other work realistically??? b/c they kept calling her back in???

public support was still Overwhelmingly on the actresses side. 

To the point that CBS started ardently claiming the actresses were fired for Monetary reasons. Yeah, they straight up lied, and still lie about it today. I have seen cbs affiliate websites print said lie bluntly in their articles (i no longer read cbs affiliate anything). 

I listed the pay scandal first for perspective on the money lie. At that point i think the men on the cast were wearing about $110,000 an episode, and it got out Cook was earning about £50,000 an ep, and we never heard about Brewster’s salary But when i say she made a Big Deal over finally getting paid as much as the men in the past couple of years i mean it, so we can assume she was also being paid a lot less. My point being, if they needed to save money, it would have been more profitable for them to fire One man on the show than two women. They pay gap was that much. 

so they lied, still lie, about why they fired them and it wasn’t even a good lie. 

ANYWAY

i know the show’s writing isn’t really applicable but Prentiss and Seaver  were never meant to be main characters on the show together, where they dragged out prentiss’ exit, they overlapped and Rachel Nichols had very little to do. 

Anyway, by the time the late eps of the season were airing (and i assume they looked at how many viewers cut loose when brewster left) cbs straight up rang up aj cook and asked her to sign back on (why she was in the last ep despite only being hired for 3 eps that season). She said she hated them but she had a young kid at the time and regular work that was local was helpful (plus, u know, i bet it was a great ego boost).

the season finishes airing, it goes on hiatus with the cast listed 4 season 7 as the men, garcia, jj and seaver. 

u know how i mentioned paget had a contract for s6 still but they cut her episodes down??? Well, CBS used the fact that they wouldn’t let her work on the show anymore despite being signed on as evidence that she was breaching contract if she didn’t go back as a regular for season 7. They threatened to sue her for breach of contract. The only reason prentiss was in s7 was because they used what they did against her that she had no power over to threaten her. So, u know, super nice. 

meanwhile, they fire rachel nichols, don’t bother to actually tell her they’d done it!!! and she found out on fucking twitter (and rachel is such a nice person, and she was absolutely vilified and abused by every idiot on the internet too thick to realise none of the above was her fault jeez). 

so s7 happens w/ the same cast as before, but brewster will Only work to contract and refuses to sign on again for s8. Understandable, tbh. 

they hire jeanne tripplehorn, fandom is disgusting as usual, like, absolutely vile, not surprised just disappointed. 

at the end of season 9 (they have 2 year contracts so like.. it was the end of her contract), despite everything in the  storyline process indicating otherwise and how much of a farce for her character what went down was... Blake left???? No more Jeanne???

Not one peep from bts over what happened.

if that sounds suspicious to you, it is, one of the crew members let slip they’d all been gagged and were not allowed to talk about it. So cbs learnt it’s lessons in as such that they learnt to hide their shitty actions rather than not do anything shitty.

p sure there was another pay scandal in here somewhere too??? 

in terms of The Gay(tm), Reid was like, conceptualised as bi from the get go but that thing in season one with Lila happened so the execs said he could not possibly be bisexual. Yeah. Yeah u read that right. Most ppl laugh at that one and say uhm do you not know what bi is??? but honestly it was just an excuse they knew full well what they were doing imo

why? they did it again! the writers, producers and Brewster all agreed on a scene where an episode opens w/ prentiss waking up in bed with another woman, guess who nixed it!!!! cbs. They also put a gag order on That little fact too! Kirsten Vangsness, bless her, did a podcast a few years ago on afterellen (before it got fuckawful and was with it’s original owners) and, i’d say ‘let slip’ but she knowingly dropped that truth bomb knowing full well she shouldn’t have. I love her. 

lately they’ve made brewster do “interviews” with some of those cbs affiliates where they try and get points??? for saying prentiss was gonna be gay??? like they’re not the ones removing the rep from the show??? and expecting a pat on the back for... refusing to have any kind of gay rep in a show that is by this point conspicuously straight (not that LA isn’t, but it’s not nearly as bad as cm). 

the whole mess with Gibson is... Wild b/c as much as i Loathe the dude he supposedly attacked cbs would not just fire their white guy show lead for no reason and i didn’t see any above the level sites claim any funny business there, but he got fired and cbs rang up Brewster and asked her to be the show lead which, honestly, after being fired for being old and irrelevant must have been AMAZING.

she also takes the time to point out to anybody who asks about her and aj being fired for money reasons that no, it was not about money at all. She basically calls her bosses out for being liars in public interviews frequently and it’s Amazing. 

i’m sure there’s more crap but i’m not recalling it rn

honestly cm bts drama is Wild and this doesn’t even get into the Patinkin drama (which while drama, is not actually anything to do with cbs). 

Interestingly enough, it’s super hard to find out all this stuff unless u were in the fandom the whole time because they’ve bloody lied So Much it’s all everyone even believes anymore. It’s disgusting. 

Still can’t believe  ncis:la’s female cast has done this well for so long???? These are just CM’s reciepts, they have a history of doing this stuff over and over on multiple shows, i know of it as far back as when trek tng was airing in the 80′s and can name more in between. 

#thjslove #not ncis la #sorry i just wrote this much about cm on this blog l o l

[diaryofanormalkid]

Today at work was nice ☺️

So aside from my hurt leg (knee and ankle), it was a decent day. People-wise though, not coworker wise. And time went by fast so I was glad.

Through the day, my leg was feeling better by the hour. Like I was even walking more normally. Pretty sure half my coworkers didn’t even notice I was injured.

Had it not been for me telling them, they probably wouldn’t have noticed. But I’m sooo glad it’s feeling better. I was thinking I wouldn’t feel this good until maybe Thursday.

So anyways, today at work I saw my short crush and my American Dragon crush and my ***work husband*** I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE I saw him today!!! He doesn’t work Mondays 😁

I also saw short guy 🙄 and then his coworker who he trained who I’ll give you some background info on later probably. It was a very... interesting day.

Short crush

I got to see him twice today! They were both the briefest of moments though, and he didn’t really pay me as much attention as I’d like! ☹️😩

The first time he was leaving from the seating area of the cafetaria. I was sanitizing my hands at the dispenser and my body happened to be facing the direction he was coming from.

So I spotted him and smiled, and he looked at me, but for some reason today I didn’t hold eye contact with him for long at all. And now that I think about it, that probably has to do with why he didn’t give me too much attention today.

💔😬 yikes. I think he thought I was annoyed/in a mood today so he was giving me my space. ‘Cause the second time he came, when I spotted him he was closer but didn’t say/do anything.

He was at the cash register and I believe he saw me from where I was standing but decided against looking up, purposely. I was like “okay, that’s fine 😭.” And minded my business.

But I know for sure he saw me before I looked over at him the second time because I was in his line of sight. So next time, I’m gonna be more friendly, because that probably turned him off.

I’m not bugging, it just kinda hurt a little when the attention wasn’t reciprocated because he usually isn’t the one out of all my crushes to avoid making any gesture/eye contact.

American Dragon Crush

So today he came in a little after my shift started and at first he was super quiet, to the point where I didn’t even know he came in until a little while after.

Once I went nearby his area, that’s when I took the opportunity to greet him and using his name. I’m not sure, but I don’t think I use his name while greeting him often? So it felt weird.

But good weird. And immediately after I had used his name while greeting him, he did the same and I kinda felt my heart melt a tiny bit because that typically happens when my crushes use my name.

Then for a lot of the shift he was bothering by calling my name and I kept like half blushing. I had it under control, but half the time I didn’t care enough to hide my smile so 🤷🏾‍♀️

One time I was going back and forth getting stock items and looking for things and I just so happen to be passing by him all of those times. So then he eventually asks:

“Why do you keep going back and forth?” And I mumbled I needed to get stuff to him, because he was busy serving a customer anyways so I figured he probably wouldn’t need to hear me.

And then I was going on my break another time, so I was signing out and he kept asking me questions. He asked, “can I see your hair?” And then pulled a braid.

Then he asked, “How much was it? $120 right? How much to do a guy’s hair like that?” And as much as I very well knew he was kidding, I still answered back “the same amount.”

He kept talking to me trying to make the conversation last as long as possible. And I was like flattered but also I was like “okay I’m going on break now!” Just to warn him.

I was enjoying his company too though. So when I was leaving, he was in our mini-room where we kept our schedule and coats and whatnot.

As I was leaving, I was like pulling the door and I said “here, you stay there.” Trying to lock him in the room just to flirt or whateva 👀😬😌 not that I *cough* know how to flirt.

So eventually I let him out and then I signed out and he was still trying to talk to me as I walked off for break but I was ignoring him and pretending I couldn’t hear him lol.

Also during that time, he made the randomest comment about playing basketball and “getting all the girls” or something and I laughed because it was just super telling of what he was thinking about 👀🙄

While I was on break, my Apple music was on my Top 25 most played songs playlist and the song it went to was “Electric” by Alina Baraz ft. Khalid which is such an intense romance song?

Romance is not the right word, but sexy doesn’t really fit it for me either? So idk whatever the word is for the song, if you find it and also happen to read this and listen to the song, then pls reply the word!

But anyways, when that song of ALL songs came on during my break, I couldn’t but be in my feels about my all crushes! I was just in the zone, unbothered. So, going forward:

The recurring joke for the day between us was him, my coworker and I all asking the other person “what’s up?” In which I respond “the ceiling/the sky.” But usually “the ceiling.”

That’s actually my go to response with any person who asks me that, but today I tried it on him even though I’ve tried it on him before but today he wanted to be extra about it lol.

So he kept asking me that today only to get the same response every single time. When I passed him one time, he was calling my name repetitively while asking the question.

And my other coworker who was in on the joke was standing close by, so I told her, “yo can you tell him to stop bothering me and calling my name,” even though I didn’t care.

I actually liked it, but he didn’t need to know that. So fast forward a little later, the workplace was a little on the quiet side because a couple of my coworkers had left.

It was still busy, but only on occasion. It wasn’t like rush hour time or anything. Every now and then I would look up and peep he was looking at me. Or it’d be vice versa and he’d look up.

OR we both would look at each other at the same time but super briefly and then look away! And it’s such a nice feeling to know someone who you ~kinda~ like also likes you!

And I am also just surprised at my responses to him looking at me or being caught looking at him are not more alarmed than this. Like, I’m such a nervous person?

Crushes and the sort make me a hundred billion times more anxious than I already am so the fact that I don’t respond nervously to him in that way is... shocking!

By the end of the shift now, since I was on cash, I went to the back to start counting cash. And then he came around the corner to... honestly I don’t even know what.

To watch? To linger? Like he literally had no reason to be where I was tbh, so IK that was just another excuse to be in my company! Which I didn’t mind at all!

While he was there, he was asking me why I’m so tall... again! He always ask me that implying like “why are you taller than ME?” Or “if only I was a little taller...” in his mind.

Because I think he realizes since he’s shorter than me, I’m kinda like not interested enough. That sounds so shallow, but like he’s too short. Because I’m only like maximum 5’7”.

Even if he’s only an inch or two shorter than me, for a guy that’s just too short. And lowkey that’s just a dealbreaker for me. So that’s why I don’t take this crush too seriously 😟

Little does he know that his age is also a deal breaker too. LOL like I think he thinks if he was taller, that would fix all the dealbreakers between us but oh no honey, that’s not it.

I think he’s like a year and a bit younger than me, but it’s enough to be like a bit difference for me! I’ve always preferred older guys because *mature* hello, so going younger would just be backwards lol.

There’s a looot more serious things where those came from, so don’t think I’m shallow as heck or anything for like not wanting a serious relationship with him because of those.

He’s cute or whateva, but it stops there. Like I’m good luv. But ANYWAYS, him being short was not where I was going with telling my story. Moving on:

He was lingering while I was in the back counting my till, and he was like “must be in your genes” [my height]. And then I nodded and he brought up my mom is tall too.

She is only about an inch or so taller than me. But yeah, I guess if that’s tall to him? So I was like yeah, I guess. And then he was like “how tall is your dad?” And I said “6’3”” so he’s like “woahhh.”

And I was like, “yeah, but you should see my brother. He’s 6’6”, past my dad’s height.” And he was like “what? Now I’m so shy about my height.” Which lol is so cute bc I think he meant insecure?! 😂

So then he goes, “my mom is tiny, she’s like here on me,” gesturing to his shoulder. Which, he’s not wrong! His mom is TINY. So I agreed, and was like, “aww, yeah you’re right she’s so little.”

I asked him how tall his dad was and he was like “my dad’s shorter than me!” I wasn’t even surprised by that, he outgrew his parents thankfully but he’s still short for me lol.

He was like, “when we go out, ppl think we’re brothers.” And I laughed. Height was implied because I bet he definitely didn’t mean age- wise since we weren’t talking about that.

Anyways wherever the conversation left off, I don’t remember so that’s how my day went with him!

Work husband

This little entry is so underwhelming because nothing really happened but I’m still gonna write it because I’m surprised I even saw him today to begin with!

I usually only ever see him on Saturdays so when I peeped him in his turquoise blue uniform I took a double take and couldn’t believe my eyes!

He was walking all the way down the hall and I was staring awfully too hard to try to make out if it was him. I was on the phone though so I think that partly just made me seem preoccupied.

Gratefully he was far away, like I said, so I doubt he saw me staring. As he got closer, I was too scared to look in his direction so I shifted my body so that I wasn’t facing his direction.

As I was on the phone, I was trying to look for him when he passes by just to make sure it was him but I am like 90% sure it was him because there’s no one of his exact features and build here.

He passes by super quick and I was really sad because I wanted to see him for longer but I was leaving. Sucks that I only got to see him when I was going home.

I’m just glad I got to see him in general though! It was a kind of off day afterwards because I couldn’t stand my two coworkers who also happen to be siblings.

Whenever they happen to work together, it’s for the worst because they never do anything. They’re always sitting down/doing the bare minimum.

If there was anyone that deserved to be sitting down today, it would be me because I’M the one that is injured! Smh, they’re so pathetic and worthless.

And I think I did more work than both of them combined today. Not that that’s anything short of the norm, that’s to be expected tbh. I was gonna do my task regardless.

Otherwise I would’ve been suuuper bored the whole shift. Because I’m not one to strike up a convo with them because they’re my least favourite coworkers, in that section anways.

Like I can tolerate them, but I definitely don’t like them. And I’m sure as hell not going to try to talk to them if I don’t even like them. It’s pointless. I think the feelings are partially mutual.

Or at least, we’re just indifferent towards each other. And I have my own agenda I can tend to rather than try to become best friends with the managers kids... lol.

Like gross. How are you gonna have your kids work here and be the laziest ppl here? That is full on taking advantage of the system. And I’m pretty sure they get paid more than most ppl.

And they don’t even work enough hours to get paid more than half the people who they’re getting paid more than... so isn’t that like illegal or something?

If it’s true, I feel sorry for them almost. They’re spoiled and will never truly know what hard work is. Seems they’ve just been handed majority of the things they have.

Like literally today the son walked back from break and was wearing AirPods. So I was like, “you have AirPods too?” Not even out of envy or anything, just because another coworker does too.

And her and I were discussing how if I were to have them, I’d probably lose them so easily so it’s actually my choice not to invest in any. Like I am not envious that other ppl have them because I don’t want them.

But anyways, back to the managers son at work, he goes “oh yeah.” And I just smiled and shook my head at him because like duh, he WOULD have AirPods, what do you expect?

But yeah, so today I was just super annoyed at them both literally being okay with sitting around and doing nothing while I do 80% of the work because they’re used to it.

Like how are you okay with letting an injured girl the work for you while you do nothing? Sounds familiar! their mom works SOOO hard, has two jobs (maybe more) from what I know.

The son and older daughter have nice cars, their dad has a motorcycle and I’m SURE when the youngest daughter is ready to drive, she’s gonna have a car WAITING for her at their driveway.

I’m trying to be objective and think do I sound envious right now? Because I am not envious, at least I don’t think I am? I just am annoyed at how privileged they are but they don’t even do any work.

And they can get away with it too because it’s not like I can just call out the managers kids? Ones my age though, that’s the thing. It’s the son, and it’s a damn shame. Like do better?

The younger daughter just started working there and she lowkey does a better job than him at everything. She’s had her fair share of mistakes, we all have, but c’mon now.

How are you gonna let your little sister who’s younger than you by almost 4 years outlaws your own skills working at a minimum wage job?

Like I don’t even know how long he’s been working here, but I am just... so over him. I can’t wait until he quits already. He’s so useless sometimes, like I can’t.

I think some of the times he’s actually eventually intentionally set me up/sabotaged me for my shifts when I come in after him. It’s actually so messed up to think about.

But I automatically jump to worst case scenarios once it comes down to him and his family just because that’s... what it has come down to unfortunately.

I don’t know what they think of me exactly but I know how I’ve been treated by them and I’ll never give them the benefit of the doubt after they’ve been okay with how they treat me so..

Anyways lemme stop ranting on this post before I let all this negativity outweigh all the good that happened today. To end it off, I’d like to say:

I’m glad American Dragon Crush and my other coworker were there today to keep me sane because I really would’ve been in the worst mood all day if it hadn’t been for them.

American Dragon crush really did lift up my spirits so much. Like, I don’t know if he realizes how much he did today. I was in such a bad mood before he came when I think back now.

As for my other coworker, she’s always so friendly. Like thank God for her. She’s an angel sometimes. I don’t know how much I could tolerate this job in general if it weren’t for her.

Also shoutout to my mom for coming down to see me a couple times today. Every time she saw me, all she had to do was look at my face and she knew exactly what was wrong.

Why and who too! LOL. After worked we talked about it allll today, and she wasn’t surprised. Never is. With those two siblings, it’s always the same thing.

But she really kept me sane today too, even if I only got to see her for a little bit each time. Thank God for them all ☺️

#dang this turned out so much longer than i expected #i didn’t talk about short guy but quite frankly i don’t even want to #this is long enough to begin with #dear diary #diary #personal. #personal #crush #crushes #short crush #american dragon crush #tall blond handsome crush #coworkers #work husband #work #coworker

[porkchop-ao3]

I just watched the Wedding Squanchers episode and was thinking about how Rick hated himself for letting his guard down. Could you do a fic on Rick and reader enjoying themselves at an event, narrowly escaping a life-threatening situation, and Rick distancing himself from the reader because he thinks him letting his guard down almost got reader killed. Also Rick could have unspoken feelings for reader that are revealed in angsty confrontation after they realize they can't stand being apart.

First of all IM SO SORRY ANON. I’m pretty sure this has been sitting in my inbox since before Christmas, but I did promise I’d get it done and here we are! The reason I took so long is because I wanted to do something kind of lengthy, and I just needed the right time and spark of inspiration.

I hope this 6k+ word fic was worth the wait! It’s sort of what you asked for? But it just turned into this, I hope you like it anyway!

In this one the reader is bisexual and there’s a little woman on woman in it, so be prepared for that. It’s NSFW, naturally, and contains a little bit of gore (loss of a limb, yeah, this fic’s pretty out there) but I wouldn’t consider it particularly descriptive! Just be aware of it if you don’t like that kind of thing :) also contains a sprinkling of sexting and a pinch of anal fingering. Bon appetit!

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Staring down at my freshly sliced off ankle was the last thing I thought I’d be doing that night, hell, it wasn’t even on my radar in terms of possible things that could happen. It wouldn’t even have appeared on the hypothetical risk assessment. But alas, I was sat on the grimy floor of Rick’s garage watching a pool of blood quickly form on the ground where my foot should’ve been, while Rick was rooting around in boxes muttering angrily to himself. The cut was perfect, like it had been done with a laser.

It was strange. I hadn’t yet quite wrapped my head around what had happened. Rick and I had been exploring a market on some alien planet, and he’d been in his element. He’d told me about the Garflugeron annual fair, and how a whole host of different alien species got together to sell/buy/trade goods; collectibles, technology, food, medicine, anything you could imagine. We were at a table speaking to an alien with four sets of arms, a large slug-like body and one big black eye, who strangely enough spoke English. I was about to trade an old Gameboy for a cool looking gemstone, when all of a sudden the alien fucking exploded. Rick seemed to know what was happening straight away, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of the ‘splash zone’ as millions of tiny bugs came crawling out of the chest cavity. It was like a domino effect after that, and everywhere around us these bugs were bursting out of various aliens’ chests. Rick had shot a portal at the nearest wall and ran for it, urging me to follow. I’d ended up with my face in the dirt after tripping on a rock like the hot blond in a horror movie, and only just made it through the portal before it closed. Of course, somehow I’d turned up on the other side missing an appendage.

“Rick?” I said, my voice was small. He didn’t respond, instead he growled in anger and upturned the box he was looking through, emptying its contents onto the floor so he could look through more easily. “I feel weird.”

“N-no shit. Your foot’s in another dimension. Wh-why the fuck weren’t you right behind me, huh?” He asked.

“I tripped.”

“Of course you fucking did, fuck… My portal gun works on a timer, which I specifically set to remain open just long enough for us to get through. K-keep that in mind next time we’re running for our lives, huh?”

“So that’s what happened? My foot got cut off by the portal?” I asked.

“Your foot ceased to exist in this dimension as soon as the portal closed up. Nothing got cut, doesn’t work like that.” He grumbled.

“Shouldn’t we go back and get it?”

“Huh?” He grunted, abandoning the clutter on the floor before hurrying over to the cupboards in his desk.

“My… My foot. We can go back and get it an- and take it to the hospital and they can put it back on. I’ve seen it on TV, we just need to put it in some ice!” I murmured. The adrenaline was starting to ebb, and whatever pain I hadn’t been feeling before was beginning to surface. I hissed as a sudden burning sensation started up, my hand flew down to my severed ankle, clutching at it desperately.

“Do you really wanna go back there? Th-th-that whole fucking place is teeming with Broflonite Lung Mites. You saw what happened to those aliens, th-the fucking things exploded from the chest out! Th-they practically turned inside out right in front of us! If we stayed there five more fucking seconds, that could be happening to us right now.” He yelled, then he was coming over to me, a device of some sort in his hand.

“Ahhh, fuck, it hurts.” I cried, eyes beginning to water as the burning intensified.

“Of course it does! Wh-what, you expect having your foot chopped off not to hurt?” He growled, and I sobbed, he met my eyes at this, seeming to soften. He patted my knee lightly. “Look, ahh, it’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna- I’m gonna fix you up.”

“What is that?” I asked, staring at the device in his hand.

“It’s gonna help you, okay? J-just relax. Close your eyes for me and take some deep breaths, baby.” He told me, now this had me panicking.

“Why? Are you- is this gonna hurt me?” I asked.

“Just trust me, it needs to be done. It’ll be over soon, alright?” The hand on my knee stroked up and down, a little too quickly to be soothing.

“What is it? I’m scared, I-”

“Ahh, fuck this.” He snapped, and pushed the device into the end of my leg, and I cried out. Following the instant agony of having a lump of metal rammed directly into a fresh wound, the pain only got worse. Burning. A different kind of burning than before, actual, physical burning; I could smell cooking meat, and I retched dryly at the knowledge that it was coming from me. “It’s cauterising the wound.” He told me, and I retched again; this time not so dryly. “Ahh, Christ. Got any other bodily fluids you wanna discharge all over my floor?” He complained, then did something to the device, and I watched as a robotic foot unfurled from the end of it.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. “That’s my… that’s my foot now?”

“Try to move it.” He commanded. I hesitantly did as he asked, and to my confusion, the toes wiggled at will. “Alright, perfect.” He said, then wrapped one arm around my waist, and hooked the other under my knees. He grunted as he lifted me, and carried me towards the garage door.

“Wait, Rick… I’ve got a robot foot? Aren’t you- can you please explain what’s happening to me?” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck for stability as he carried me through the house.

“Your flesh will grow back around it. I-it’ll all be back to normal in a few hours.” He explained.

“How the hell does that work?”

“That device just injected the area with regenerative cells, harvested from a starfish. It’s gonna be like nothing happened, sweetie. Well, getting through airport security might be a bitch from now on, but at least you’ve got your foot back, right?” He said, kicking the door to his bedroom open before carrying me inside and placing me down on his bed. “Just uh, just take it easy for a while, alright? Rest up. Take a nap, or whatever. Like I said, it’ll be fine in a few hours but it’s best to keep off of it till then.” He told me, then made to leave.

“Wait!” I said, and he paused in the doorway. “Aren’t you gonna stay with me?” Please stay with me, was more like what I wanted to say. All I wanted was to be held by him, to feel safe, protected. He stared at me for a while, face emotionless.

“No. Y-you’re fine. I’m not gonna sit in here and watch you sleep, I have shit to do.” He said, then left. I stared out at the empty hallway for a good few moments, before letting out a loud breath and rolling onto my back. My leg no longer hurt, yet I could feel a strange, itchy, tingly sensation. I took his advice and closed my eyes, trying to get some sleep.

-

A few days after the incident it was as if nothing ever happened. Well, sort of. My foot was fine; I could walk, it didn’t hurt, and there was no trace of a scar… but something had changed. Rick hadn’t called, visited, or even texted. Now that was out of character, normally he wouldn’t go more than a day without texting me a photo of some gadget he was working on, or dropping in to drag me to some alien planet when Morty wasn’t around, or for a nice, loud fuck in the middle of the night. That last one was definitely a shocker, not to mention disappointing. I’d even stayed up late one night, purposely dressed in my nicest lingerie in preparation for his possible arrival, but it didn’t come. I’d been lounging on my sofa watching TV, in said lingerie, at two in the morning when I finally decided to take action. I pulled out my phone and took a few pictures of myself, scrolling through them until I found the most flattering one; the one where my tits looked the perkiest and my tummy looked the smallest. I sent it to him; no caption needed. In seconds the little 'read’ icon appeared below my message, and I eagerly awaited his response.

Ten agonising minutes passed, and I didn’t hear a peep from Rick. I sighed and unhooked my bra, letting it drop so I could snap a picture of my naked breasts, making sure to pinch a nipple with my free hand. I sent it to him, and again my phone informed me that he’d seen it. I nibbled on my thumb nail, my heart starting to drum harder in my chest. A few minutes went by and I typed him a message.

“Come over, I want you to bend me over this sofa and help me wake the neighbors up.” I said, pressing send. I leaned back, spreading my legs and sliding my hand under my panties, stroking my pussy at the thought of him doing so. Finally, I got a response.

“You’re making it very difficult for me to concentrate on my work.” He texted back, and I laughed; just a sharp exhale through my nose.

“That’s because I want you to concentrate on me.” I replied. It seemed I needed to up the ante even more, since I didn’t get another response. With a frustrated sigh, I pulled my camera up again, this time taking a video. I filmed myself playing with my pussy, keeping the phone close to my face so the mic would pick up my laboured breath and quiet moans. After a while, I pushed my underwear down my legs, altering the angle of my phone so it could capture me stuffing two fingers inside. I cursed under my breath at this, and started thrusting.

“Come on, baby. I’ve been thinking about you all night, I can’t sleep. I’m so wet for you, Rick. I need you to come over and stuff me with your cock ‘till I can’t take any more.” I said, my voice coming out needy and breathless. I cut the video, not daring to watch it back before sending it to him. I’d probably chicken out if I saw myself.

“You still got my dick in your bedside drawer?” He texted after a while. He was referring to the dildo I owned that’d been cast from Rick himself… his last Christmas gift to me.

“I do.” I replied.

“Great. You have my dick on demand, then. Go wild.” Was his response. My jaw dropped, and I felt the chilling, humiliating blow of rejection. A second text came in shortly after. “Btw, I’m not saying you should keep sending me videos, but I’m also not saying you shouldn’t. So yeah. Ball’s in your court with that one.”

I scoffed in irritation, tossing my phone aside. I went straight to bed after that.

-

The next morning (well, afternoon; I’d slept in pretty late) I drove over to the Smith household. When I turned up, Rick was unsurprisingly in his garage with the door open. As I walked up the driveway I caught his eye, and he pressed a button on the remote beside him. His face was an emotionless wall as the garage door began it’s slow descent, and I felt a flash of anger as he attempted to shut me out. Thank God for its slow moving mechanism, though, because I managed to duck underneath it before it closed. I stared at Rick with my arms crossed over my chest, daggers in my eyes. He sighed heavily, turning back to whatever he was working on.

“What the fuck, Rick?” I said. No reply. “What the hell is your problem with me?”

“I don’t have a problem.” He said monotonously.

“Well clearly you do. You made me feel like such an idiot last night.” I told him, feeling heat creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks as I relived the embarrassment.

“What, I-I-I’m not allowed to say no to you?” He said, and I gasped at his insinuation.

“Of course you are! It was the comment about the videos that got to me. You either want me or you don’t, Rick. You can’t have it both ways.” I told him, he didn’t even react. “And let’s be honest, Rick. It’s not like you’ve ever said no before; hell, it’s usually you initiating things, turning up at my house and waking me up when it suits you. But the minute I want something you… you go and make me feel dirty, and gross, and cheap, an-and…” I trailed off, shaking my head.

“That wasn’t my intention.” He informed me, taking a glance at me from the corner of his eye. “You aren’t any of those things.”

“Well, you need to work on your tact. And what was that, just then? Shutting the door on me when you saw me coming? That was about the rudest thing you’ve ever done, and let’s be honest, Rick, that’s a hard record to break.” I ranted.

“Ugh, can we not? I’m not in the mood for this. I-I never will be, so like… can we drop it?” He whined, burying his face in his hand as he leaned on the desk. I blinked at him.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” He lifted his head up to give me a funny look.

“Oh, I don’t know. You’re treating me like shit, I wondered if there was some external reason as to why that was. Maybe you’re just an arsehole, though.” I shrugged.

“You know what? I don’t need this. Just fucking leave if you’re gonna be all pissy with me. I’m over it.” He said, pressing that button again; opening the garage door for me.

“Why are you acting like this? Have I done something wrong? Is it because I puked and bled all over your floor and left you to clean it up?” I asked. He snorted, shaking his head.

“No. Y-you haven’t done anything.” He sighed. He paused for a while, chewing on his bottom lip and fiddling with a wire sprouting out of the gadget on his desk. “I just… I-I-I think maybe we should, uhhh, stop… this.” He finally said. Immediately, my heart was racing.

“What?” I asked, dread cascading over me.

“Did I stutter?” He asked, head snapping up to look at me. “Don’t answer that. Look, I just don’t think this is a g-good idea. Us being- uhh, us fucking.”

“Why not? I thought… I thought it was fun.” I said meekly, feeling a lump rise in my throat. I couldn’t tell whether it was because I was being dumped, or because he’d reduced what we had to simply 'fucking’.

“Does everything need an explanation?” He sighed, dragging his hand through his hair.

“Not everything. But this does.” I told him. “Things were good until the other day. Has it got something to do with my leg? Does that put you off; make me less attractive?” I asked, suddenly feeling genuinely self conscious about it for the first time since I’d healed.

“You fuckin’ serious? N-now that’s actually the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, and, quote of the day here; let’s be honest, that’s a hard record to break.” He imitated my voice, and I glared at him.

“You’re making it easier for me to walk away, keep going.” I said through clenched teeth.

“This is just a dis-disaster waiting to happen, (y/n). You know that.” He said poignantly. I shook my head in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“You and I… we aren’t good together. Let’s just leave it at that. N-no point dragging this out, my mind’s made up.” He told me, gesturing to the door.

“This has come out of nowhere, it seems. I deserve the chance to talk about this, make sense of it.” I argued.

“My mind is made up.” He repeated sternly, giving me a look that was so full of disdain I almost burst into tears. He made a sound of irritation, and turned away, effectively blocking me out as he continued his tinkering.

“Alright,” I said after a long pause of just staring at the back of his head. “Nice knowing you, I guess.” I shrugged, turning on my heel and leaving without a glance back. I was more pissed off than anything, quite happy to leave him and never see him again at that point, completely dumbfounded as to where it had all come from. I deserved better, anyway. The common courtesy of an explanation would’ve been nice, but at the end of the day, Rick Sanchez was Rick Sanchez. He lived on his terms, nobody else’s. If I expected closure, it’d be a damn long time until I got any; it was much easier to just walk away. To accept it all as an experience and move the fuck on.

So that’s what I did. A fortnight later, I found myself in a bar being chatted up by someone who was actually my age. They were pleasant, offered to pay for my drinks, asked questions about myself and appeared to give a damn about my answers, held the door for me on the way out. The perfect gentleman; except for the fact that they were a woman. A tall lady with long red hair that fell in curls down to her hips. Slender hands and high cheekbones, she was all smiles and soft touches; patting my arm whenever I said something she found amusing. She was a stunner, that was for sure. She held my hand in the taxi back to my place, and she was the first to kiss me once shrouded in the privacy of my living room. I’d never been with a woman before, though I’d always had an interest, and I was surprised to find that if felt like the most natural thing in the world. Well, aside from the fact that when those slender fingers slid underneath my shirt and grazed my nipples, I could only think of one person. And he certainly wasn’t a redhead.

I didn’t stop her. I didn’t want to. I urged her over to the sofa, sinking into the cushions as she climbed onto my lap. With a soft hum, she pulled my shirt over my head, let her hands slide back down over the black lace of my bra; which was quickly removed and discarded on the floor. With slightly shaky hands, I did the same to her. She was braless, her breasts were small and pert, and her nipples hardened under my palms. I licked my lips and looked up at her. She gave me this eager little smile.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” She said, and my lips parted as I considered my answer. “Female-wise.” She clarified, and I nodded. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I breathed, closing my eyes as she slid her hand inside my jeans, finding my clit with ease and rolling it under her fingers. I moaned softly, parting my legs wider.

“Mmm, you’re a pretty one.” She whispered, leaning down to press kisses along the side of my neck. It was odd feeling soft skin against me, quite the contrast to the slight roughness that Rick usually brought, depending on how long it’d been since his last shave… I shook his image out of my mind, and ran my hands along the curve of my companion’s waist. I shifted on the sofa, tilting my hips as she picked up the pace. I moaned loader, rolling my head against the back of the sofa.

“Oh God…” I sighed, and she took my jaw in her free hand, covered my mouth with her own. She tasted sweet, her lips felt plump against mine and she kissed with a certain gentleness that left me craving more.

“Let me go down on you, baby. If your pussy tastes as good as your tongue, I’m in for a good night.” She said, a devilish giggle leaving her lips as she slid back, down onto the floor between my legs. She tugged on my jeans, and I lifted my hips to help her remove them. I felt a little self conscious being exposed, but it didn’t last long, because she soon buried her tongue within my folds. She moaned against me, pushing my legs further apart and coming closer. She worked differently to Rick, slower, more deliberate and precise, and I chalked it down to the fact that she was a woman and knew from experience what felt- I stopped myself. I was thinking about him again. I looked down at the woman between my legs and stroked my fingers through her hair. So soft. Nothing like the wild, unkempt-

“Fuck!” I spat, I couldn’t tell if it was out of frustration or pleasure. When she slipped a finger inside me and started rocking it against my g-spot, pleasure definitely won me over. I wailed and bucked, my back arching as she flicked her tongue back and forth. “Ohhh yes, please… k-keep going.” I cried, rocking my hips in time with her movements. She moaned and chuckled against me, adding a second finger.

“Alright, what’s this about, a-are you trying to make me…” A male voice cut through the room, and I opened my eyes with a start to see Rick stepping out of a portal into my living room. He was stunned into silence for a moment at the sight before him. “Jealous.” He finished.

“Rick, what the fuck?” I yelled, bringing my knees up to my chest in a bid to hide myself. Meanwhile my female companion and screamed at the top of her lungs and was now scrambling for her discarded t-shirt, pinning it against her bare chest.

“Shit, I thought I heard another woman but I wasn’t sure; holy shit. Y-y-you didn’t tell me you liked pussy.” He exclaimed. The redhead turned away from Rick and pulled her t-shirt on, giving me a strange look as she did. I could only offer an apologetic smile.

“You heard us?” I asked in confusion, fidgeting uncomfortably, suddenly realising I was completely naked in a room full of fully dressed people.

“Uhh, thanks for a decent night, but I think I’m gonna go…” The lady said, already in her shoes, handbag over her shoulder. She was practically out the door before I could respond, clearly shaken by the interruption. Once she was gone, I turned to glare at Rick. He held his phone up, it was showing a phone call coming from my number. I sighed and reached for my jeans, digging around in the pocket for my phone.

“S-so you didn’t do that on purpose?” He asked.

“Of course I fucking didn’t.” I told him, hanging up the pocket-dialed phone call. “Look away!” I shouted, and he was startled into doing what I asked. I dressed quickly, my hands shaky from unsatisfied arousal.

“Excuse me for thinking you were out to piss me off. W-we hardly parted on the best of terms.” He grumbled. He looked back over at me once I was decent.

“Who’s fault’s that?” I sighed. He rolled his eyes, but I could see he accepted the blame.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I know I didn’t handle things well. I-I just… I didn’t want to be around you.” He explained, and I cocked a brow.

“Right, that makes me feel better.” I said, dripping with sarcasm.

“N-not because I dislike you, or anything!” He rushed to amend, sighing heavily as he paused. “I thought it was best to keep you at arms length, okay? And I-I didn’t know the best way to approach- look, I fucked up. What can I say?”

“You can start by telling me what the fuck was going on in your head that day.” I deadpanned. He stared at me for a while then came to take a seat beside me.

“After what happened on Garflugeron, I had to do some- I had to rethink everything. Th-that was supposed to be a pretty relaxing day, you know? Just exp-ex- just looking around, somewhere safe and fun. Something we’d both enjoy.” He told me.

“It was. I enjoyed it. Until the thing with the exploding aliens and the severed foot happened.” I said.

“E-exactly! If that was just a 'fun day out’, a-and that happened… I don’t know. I just realised how much danger I put the people around me in.” He told me, looking down at the floor.

“That’s not like you to think so… responsibly.” I pointed out. It didn’t feel like the right word, but he got the picture.

“I know.” He snorted. “I-I-I just thought, well, if I’m putting this girl in danger… why the fuck do I care? Y-you’re supposed to be a fuck buddy or- or just a hot companion for when Morty’s not around. You’re just as replaceable as everyone else in my life.” He explained, and I shot him an unimpressed look. I gave him a chance though, I wanted to see where he was going with it. “Why do I care?” He repeated.

“Yeah, why do you?” I crossed my arms and waited. He looked up at me, allowing his eyes to roam over my entire being for a while.

“I don’t know. Well, I do know. B-but… it just complicates things, and neither of us need complication. That’s why I broke things off. To keep you safe, and to make both of our lives easier.” He told me, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Do tell.” I prompted, and he gave me a questioning look. “You said you know why you care, tell me.”

“I highly doubt you need me to tell you, (y/n). You’re not stupid.” He scoffed.

“That’s news to me, you hardly make me feel confident in my intelligence, Rick.”

“You know exactly why I care. I’m not saying it out loud, it’s pointless. Pointless and uncomfortable for everyone involved.” He said, getting annoyed, clearly.

“Do you have feelings for me?” I asked. The question didn’t surprise him, it only made his shoulders slump and his expression turn pained.

“Baby, please…” he sighed.

“I know, Rick. I want to hear it.” I softened my voice.

“I’m not- come on. If you know the answer then what. Is. The. Point?” He spat, cheeks flushing slightly. “What’re you going to do with it? I-if I answer.”

“Ugh, Rick. You’re acting like a child. If you aren’t going to speak up, I will. Someone’s got to take the initiative around here.” I said, exasperated. I turned my body to face him before continuing. “I’m attracted to you. And not just because we sleep together, I have genuine feelings for you. It runs deeper than just physical, sexual attraction. There we go, I’ve said my piece. It wasn’t hard.”

Rick looked up at me, pleasant surprise written all over his face. “Oh… is that- I didn’t think-”

“Why not?”

“You’re young. Not to mention into women, apparently.” He snorted. I smirked.

“I can like both.”

“I thought you only stuck with me for the- I mean we have some great sex.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think you wanted anything else from me.”

“Want and expect are two different things. Sex is great… for a while. But sometimes you just need more.” I told him, looking down at my hands. “And I thought you were only interested in sex.”

“Yeah, me too.” He laughed humorlessly, scrubbing a hand over his face as if this whole thing was exhausting. “I was wrong. Realised it the other day and… I-I guess I freaked out. I’m sorry.”

“So you do have feelings for me? That’s confirmed?” I touched his chin, turning his head so he looked at me. His breath hitched, he licked his lips. He moved in for a kiss, but I backed away, giving him a look.

“Yes.” He simply said, after a pause long enough to make me nervous. I let him kiss me then, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled back to move his kisses to my jaw, his teeth coming out to nip at me here and there. I moaned quietly, letting my eyes fall closed as he moved his lips to my neck. “I’m sorry for cock-blocking you… or whatever the female equivalent is.” He mumbled into my neck.

“It’s okay. You can pick up where she left off.” I told him through a smirk.

“Mmm, did you get her number? Call her back over and I’ll hide in the closet and watch.” He teased, sliding his hand under my shirt, rubbing my nipple with his thumb.

“You’d be okay with that? Watching some other woman lay her hands on me?” I asked, reaching a hand to his chest, trailing it downwards until I found the growing bulge in his slacks.

“Somehow that’s way more appealing than watching another man lay his hands on you. Weird, huh?” he said, moaning loudly when I started stroking him. I licked my lips as I felt him grow beneath my palm. Fuck. I needed him.

“Oh, crazy.” I nodded, then reached for his lab coat, pushing it from his shoulders before untucking his shirt, ridding him of that too. I stroked my hands over his chest and trailed one down to the line of hair below his navel, running a single digit down it. He grunted when I stopped just before his erection. His hands were on me, pulling my shirt off, followed by my bra. He kissed his way down to my breasts, bringing each nipple into his mouth one by one, sucking on them so they flushed pink and throbbed with sensitivity. As he worked, he was undoing my jeans and helping me out of them, panties joining them on the floor. For the second time that evening, I was naked before him.

“Ahh, fuck, she got you nice and wet for me.” He murmured as his fingers found my slit. I reached for his belt, unbuckling it before undoing his pants and releasing his hard length. I stroked his cock as he rubbed my clit, and we moaned in unison. He kissed me again, his tongue entering my mouth and flicking mine with playful strokes. He raised his hips, kicking his pants off onto the floor, and I took the opportunity to push him back and climb on top of him. “Yeah, baby, y-you gonna ride my cock? Bounce up and down for me, show me how those tits jiggle?” He said lewdly, hands gripping onto my hips.

“You just sit back and relax, Rick.” I said in a sultry tone, taking his cock in hand and guiding it to my opening. I sunk down onto him, biting down my on lip as that sweet stretch made my heart race. Rick cursed, rolling his head back as my ass met his thighs and he was buried fully inside me. I rocked against him, back and forth, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. I did this for a while, adjusting to his size while my wetness increased, making every movement deliciously slippery. By the time I started bouncing on his cock, the two of us were panting.

“Fuuck, I can’t wait to blow my load deep inside this glorious pussy of yours. Y-you gonna cum on my cock and milk me dry, hm?” He said, his voice filthy. I nodded my head eagerly. I picked up the pace, riding him now at a moderate speed that worked like magic on my g-spot. He reached around to my ass, holding onto my cheeks as he guided me up and down his length.

“Mm, that’s it. Squeeze my ass. You know I like your hands on me.” I told him, bracing my hands against his chest as I rolled my hips in a circular motion with each thrust.

“I can do one better, baby.” He purred, bringing one hand up to me, he swiped his thumb along my bottom lip before pressing his middle finger inside. I eagerly sucked on the digit, swirling my tongue around it and coating it with spit, I felt a flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach at the promise of what was to come. He fucked his finger in and out of my mouth, watching me intently and moaning as he did. After a while, he withdrew, and pulled me against his chest. I leaned forward, changing the angle of my movements just so, and Rick was grinding against my g-spot perfectly.

“Ohh, god! D-do it.” I whined, my clit was stimulated in this position too, and the sensation of everything happening at once was both too much and not enough. Rick stroked his wet finger over my back passage, teasing for a while before he breached. I cursed, rocking faster against him, pushing backwards harder as I urged him to go deeper.

“Fuck, baby. Your asshole is so goddamn tight. Y-you gotta let me put my dick in there one day. Shit, I-I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, his free hand moving up to gather my hair, tugging on it slightly, putting just the right amount of pressure on my scalp.

“We’ve been over this. I’ll let you fuck me in the ass the day you let me do the same to you.” I reminded him, and he chuckled, pulling on my hair harder.

“You’re never gonna let that pegging thing go, huh?” He growled, thrusting his finger in and out of my ass. I wailed, rutting against him desperately as I felt my orgasm approach. “You freaky little shit.” He whispered in my ear.

“Aww, fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” I cried, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Yeah, cum on my dick, baby girl. Let me feel you. Ahh, shit that’s it!” He growled into my ear, his gravelly voice bringing me to orgasm. I sobbed in ecstasy as I let go, throbbing around him as wave after wave of mind shattering pleasure swam through me, clouding my brain and destroying any composure I had left. Somewhere along the way, Rick came too, bucking his hips up against me, burying himself as deep as he could, the ache in my belly telling me he was hitting my cervix. The slight pain mingled with the pleasure, drawing it out for longer.

The cloud lifted slowly. I felt completely wrecked; tired and weak with barely any control over my limbs. Still, I threw my arms around Rick’s neck and put everything I had left into a kiss. I raised my hips, lifting off of him and immediately feeling his seed flood out of me. I moaned at the sensation, breaking the kiss and rolling my head back.

“Ahh, Jesus Christ. L-let’s never stop doing that, yeah?” He said breathlessly.

“Fine by me.” I chuckled. “I’ll hold you to that next time your feelings scare you.”

“Shit, record me saying it.” He snorted. His arms dropped from my body and he laid limp against the sofa. I did the same against his chest as I caught my breath.

“God, we made a mess, didn’t we?” I noted, feeling the stickiness between my legs and on the backs of my thighs.

“Best kind of mess.” He replied, seeming unphased.

“Come take a bath with me.” I said, pressing a number of kisses to his jaw. His response was a lazy grunt. “Let’s go. Before we get cum all over my sofa.” I said, climbing off of him and tugging on his hand. Finally, he gave in, hoisting himself up with a groan.

“I’m getting too old for this, you wear me out.” He complained, though the smirk on his face told me he was far from bothered.

“Do you need me to give you a sponge-bath, grandpa?” I teased as I led him by the hand to the bathroom. He pinched my ass in retaliation.

“Y-you can cut that the fuck out.” He hissed. After a pause, he added. “But uh, jokes aside, that’d actually be pretty nice.”

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #fanfiction

[halewynslady]

A present

[Something I wrote on Valentine and second Valentine: ]

A Missy/Clara fanfic.

 A Valentine card arrived in the mail. Clara watched it fall from the mail slot in the door onto the floor.

“Totally stealing you from your boyfriend.” It read.

Her boyfriend was dead. Since very recently. What was supposed to have been her first Valentine shared with him, was now yet another one without him. It was different now than any Valentines before, in that now, she had known him.

Four cheerful knocks on the door followed. Clara should have known what this meant, who this indicated, if the Doctor had told her about the drums, but he hadn’t.

Still in her pajama, for it was ridiculously early, she opened the door. Missy was like an excited kid who waited till midnight to wake you to celebrate your birthday. The grief-stricken Clara did not even look at her. Her eyes were glued to a unmoving vision of Danny, standing right in front of her, next to a Missy who was not as talented at standing still. Missy shied away for a fraction of a second, noticing that her Clara did not take much note of her. As if the girl had gotten used to Missy being anywhere, she expected her, you can’t surprise her anymore you silly Time Lady. She had become predictable, her worst fear, well, almost. Missy tapped her foot in a clearly insulted manner but again Clara took no notice. Perhaps she should put the blame with the success of her creation. A reason then to take pride.

“Danny?”

“A holographic projection actually, only….” The Time Lady leaned against the Danny projection, she put her full weight onto him, the illusion never budged. “solid.

Present for you.” She beamed.

“I just love Valentine, don’t you. It puts so much pressure on you people and it’s ghastly to look at, those flaring pinks and reds. A holiday of your own human making, poisonous to everyone whether they are in a relationship or not. Oh I love it! So I thought I’d get you something. I stopped by the Doctor as well, he wasn’t too happy to see me, what news. You got to show people you care, he never quite understood love did he? I am babbling on, I am such a mess. Must be the stars.”

She indicated the sky in a non-specific armwave.

“Ooh look, Danny’s got something for you too.” She nudged the doll-Danny’s hand forward.

“Missy, get out and take that with you.”

“I am not even in yet.” She pouted. “You wouldn’t refuse your pupper boyfriend would you?”

“It is not Danny, quit pretending.”

“Thought you’d like a big picture of him, something to put next to your bed to keep you from nightmares.” Translation, to give you nightmares. “Protective, non Cyberman Danny. Oh I see the problem, here I am, coming over with such an awe-inspiring present… Feeling guilty you didn’t get me anything? Don’t worry about it, precious. We can easily fix that.” Missy dove into the apartment, snatched Clara’s purse from the table and ran to the other side of the room, already exploring its contents. She kept the peppermints, put one of Clara’s hairclips in her own hair.

“Missy! Leave that.”

The Time Lady sighed dramatically. “Have you still not read his card? He’ll be ever so disappointed if you don’t.”

“Fine.” Clara snapped. “I take the card, you get out of my house.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it dearest.” Missy smiled her most sugary smile.

The card from Danny’s hand was in Clara’s own handwriting, this was the most unsettling thing about it. The text she was faced with was pretty much what she would imagine from a fake note by Missy.

“Mistress,

Thank you for a most beautiful night. Can’t wait to forget all about my boyfriend all over again.

Xoxo Clara”

Missy had taken up a new strategic place, her cheek resting upon Clara’s shoulder, she was gently peeping over her shoulder.

“Puppy, that is so sweet! But ooh I think your boyfriend is angry with you. You shouldn’t leave such heartfelt cards lying about, you know.”

The projection’s face did take on a different expression, supposedly anger. It looked so very un-Danny, it failed to impress or frighten the ever pragmatic Clara.

Missy bit her pinkie. “Think you’d better take him out with some superkungfu or something before he does anything unpleasant to your flat, house, thingie.”

Clara remained remarkably calm. “You programmed this fake Danny to threaten me, to smash my place,“ Missy was nodding passionately. “unless I… what?”

“Sleep with me? Yes.” Again Missy nodded in excitement. “or spend loads of time with me. I wanted to get myself something nice as well, you see, such a cold wide universe, even I get lonely. I planned you your perfect Valentine. I knew you’d like it!”

Clara looked sympathetically at certainly-not- Danny. Now she was the one who had Missy all snugly wrapped around her shoulders.

“Come on, Puppy.”

 [I am going to end this silly here. Because Clara is quite frankly not playing along here and I don’t want to end up with a sad Missy.

Guess what, new day,: ]

 “As the Master of Disguise, it would of course have been amusing to dress up as Danny myself, but I found this idea much more fun.” Missy chatted, kissing the nape of Clara’s neck. Clara let her, only because the whole thing was preposterous. She needed more time to think this over and come with a solution or maybe she needed to think less. To improvise on instinct could serve her better in reaching a way out than careful planning ever did. The expression on Danny’s face seemed to soften somewhat.

“Be nice to me.” Missy simpered. “I don’t want Danny boy to kill you, just yet. Murder wouldn’t be in the spirit of Valentine.”

“It is always a good day for murder according to you, Missy.”

“Oh, I like you Clara!” Exclaiming a shriek of joy the Time Lady yanked her hand and twirled her human pet around. “You know me so well puppet!” She covered her lips and the area around Clara’s lips in small wet kisses.

“Let’s go!” She kept hold of her hand and sang. “Got myself a crying, talking, sleeping, walking living doll, got to do my best to please her just cause she’s a living doll…”

“Go?”

“It’s a date, an adventure, as your Doctor takes you on, maybe not exactly like that. You don’t want to stay in your musky doggie litter living space do you?”

“Hey there is nothing wrong with my flat!”

“No, dear, but how would you live with yourself afterwards? I am being considerate, see. No, I’d like to take you somewhere you can return to to feel all happy and nostalgic about today. Shticking to the same time zone possibly and not too far. I like you seeking me out.”

She picked her song back up. ”… that is why she satisfies my souls -fies my soul. Got the one and only …”

“As you do with the Doctor?” Clara definitely struck a nerve there. Missy’s face fell.

“Yes,” she replied softly. “it is nice to feel wanted. To me, anyway, the idiot doesn’t seem too fond of it.”

“That is because he is an idiot.” Clara ventured, to see if she would regret supporting Missy. She didn’t feel much different. She didn’t check Missy’s facial expression for a reaction, she didn’t care for one.

She needed to neutralize this token of good will with a sarcastic but honest note. That was easy to come by. She looked upon her dead boyfriend all prepped up and ready to murder her for dramatic effect. She would have preferred Missy just holding that phone-device thing up to threaten killing her with. “Maybe it’s because you are really bad at gift giving, Missy.”

“Yeah, it’s probably just that. He loves me.”

She did not sound convinced.

 [Looks now like this is going to end up Clara giving Missy relationship advice on the Doctor. Yeah I can live with that future. J ]

 Missy put the projector device in her pocket. In a blink the Danny image was one.

“Let’s go.” Missy repeated, tugging Clara’s hand and already merrily singing some more.

“I‘m gonna lock her up in a trunk so no big hunk can steal her away from me…”

“Wait the door!” Clara ran back through the corridor. She fumbled in her flat, looking for her keys. Missy smiled and handed those back to her in a swooping gesture. Clara locked the door. Then put the keys back in her purse. Missy had seen her pink key chain, great. She was taking her purse with her, it was best to look prepared.

She walked hand in hand with the skipping Time Lady. If anyone here was the “happy puppy being let out for a walk” it was Missy.

One thing Clara failed to notice but Missy was very much aware of and not going to mention to the young lady until a great deal later, were Clara’s pajama’s. Only when she was certain the practical human was too far away to run back home for clothes, was she going to point her current outfit out to her, and then her puppers would have to borrow something from hers.

What bliss. She once more snuggled up on Clara’s shoulder.

 Suspicious and suddenly very concerned for her best friend, Clara spoke up: ”What did you give the Doctor?”

Missy snickered to her. “Never you mind. He’ll be fine. Physically anyway. I gave him the perfect opportunity to spend his whole Valentine by himself as he prefers. I took his preferences in mind this time. I am learning.”

“What did you give?”

“He likes cute human girls.”

“Companions.” Clara corrected

“After I gave him you, it was difficult coming up with something better. “

“Especially after an army of cyberzombies?”

“Yes…” Missy fretted, looking truly concerned.

“I gave him a dating sim game, cute human girls, kind of his thing.”

“That is strangely thoughtful of you…”

“Isn’t it just? “ she grinned happily.

“When I visited, I kissed him and presented him with a card.”

“You do love your cards.”

“Yes! I put extra glitter in the envelope. I wrote him “My Hearts go do-ki do-ki, do-ki do-ki for you. “ or do do ki ki do do ki ki, dokididokidido or do do do do ki ki ki ki

Then I gave him the game, to keep him entertained. I installed it in the Tardis while I distracted him. It is perfect for him. I will take no criticism.”

“I don’t know the game.”

Now Missy seemed truly delighted. “You wouldn’t, you’re all grown up and responsible. Clara doesn’t do games.”

“You asked the Doctor to be your Valentine as well? You can’t have multiple Valentines.”

“Of course I can. My hearts are very large.” Grinning she continued. “I may write a card to Captain Jack too, want to help me prepare a gift? There,” Missy reached into her pocket. Clara felt that should begin to fear the magic of that pocket. “Oh not that, that’s my lipstick,” She handed it to Clara anyway. “try it.” But Clara just held it, put it in her own pocket for safekeeping. She told herself she could play this magpie game just as well as the Mistress. “Ah here it is.” She conjured something else out of her pocket and put it on Clara’s head. Fluffy cats ear with bells and ruffles. “Much better. You are so pretty.” Looking at Missy’s, Clara had to admit rather nice, bracelets, she spotted, yes, another vortex manipulator in place. “Or we could visit the Victorian Potato Squad as well, nothing like hanging out with my boyfriend’s peeps. Anyone you want to surprise?”

“Sounds like you have an awful lot of plans,”

“Yep, a fully plate, told you, I am treating myself.”

“I’d better stay behind.” Her heart ached, as it usually did when Missy was being her happy self, it made Clara want to run along with her, but also increased the chances of this leading to certain ruin for her. She had to take this tiny chance of escape.

“Nonsense, you are my lovely hostage. I want you with me. Why do you think I went through all this trouble to find you sweetie, my pretty and my little doggie too. Being besties with you comes first.” She nuzzled her nose against Clara’s. An arm slid around her waist and Missy kissed her lips again. “We can stay in or go out, it doesn’t matter. I am a Time Lady, Valentine can last however long we like.”

Clara kissed her deeper then and felt the mess of an all-powerful chaotic Time Lady shut up and, at last, relax in her embrace.

 [Look at that, a happy Missy ending.

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