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cowgurrrl · 2 months

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Sleeping on the Blacktop

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: guys we did it i wrote smut i actually like (ps this was edited but also not reread because I’ve been trying to write it for five hours so if you see any mistakes no you didn’t)

Summary: The Land of No Return [4.7k]

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, platonic expressions of love, the mortifying ordeal of being known, sexting, we finally get to know about reader's secret tattoos, smut, Joel the Menace makes his long awaited return with that dirty fucking mouth, mutual masturbation, phone sex (??(sure)), protected sex (no Miller babies for them) p in v stuff, June being indulgent with describing Joel Miller, anxiety, I think that's it??

Music floods the kitchen as you and Andie work on making the best "last supper but with women" possible. The lamps glow orange on the walls and create funny shadows when you dance together, pulling each other in and out to old jazzy tunes. You laugh when she throws a string of spaghetti at your fridge to test if it's ready a little too hard, and it splatters water everywhere. You, honestly, might be a little delirious. You're both in your pajamas, and you've been watching movies all day. You exchange what you remember from New Year's Eve and cringe at what the other fills in. You drink cheap wine from plastic cups and snack on chips as the food cooks.

It feels like high school again, with all the girlish giggling and inside jokes you trade back and forth, except this time, instead of her going back to her house ten minutes up the road, she's going back to her apartment half the world away. No matter how long you get with her, it's never enough. Thousands of miles and different schedules will do that. Keeping long-distance friendships as an adult is just as hard, if not harder, than making new ones.

When dinner is ready, you fix your plates and sit next to each other at your messy dining room table— the IKEA one she helped you build when Henry walked out with the first one— and eat. Paint stains the wood of the table, and half-finished works are scattered around the dining room, but you barely notice them as you talk. She tells you about the things waiting for her in Vienna: work, her cat, Oslo, and piano lessons. You don't have to pretend to be envious because you are. You have to go back to school and the Real World once you drop her off at the airport in the morning. You wish you could go with her.

"Alright, c'mon. Spill it. What's going on with you and Joel?" She asks in between bites of garlic bread. You laugh and shake your head.

"There's nothing to tell."

"Bullshit. Tommy told me he saw you guys."

"Speaking of Tommy," you pivot. "What's going on there? You two seemed pretty chummy." You raise your eyebrows at her, and a big smile takes over her face. She takes another bite of food to buy herself some time, but there's no way you're letting her off the hook, especially after all her teasing about Joel.

"Nothing. We were just… talking." She finally says, and you give her a look.

"Talking?"

"Yes. People talk. You should try it sometime."

"Was it talking like we are now or talking like Joel and I talked?" You hum, and she kicks her feet as she leans forward.

"So you and Joel did talk."

"Well, we probably would've if somebody didn't come barging in."

"Goddammit, I told him to wait," she groans. "Sorry, girl."

"Yeah, me too," you say, and she laughs. You bump her knee and give her a look. "Alright, your turn. What's going on with Tommy?"

"Nothing that could actually turn into anything."

"Aw, c'mon. Don't count yourself out so early."

"It's not counting myself out. It's being realistic. I live in Vienna. He lives here. I'm not ready to come back to the States, and he seems content, so there's nothing that can happen," she shrugs. "It was a fling. A very nice fling, but a fling nevertheless." She seems a little too sad for it to have been just a fling. They exchanged numbers, and you've caught her texting him several times. She said she did kiss him on New Year's Eve (before she threw up), but they didn't go any further besides flirting the next morning. You watched them test each other at breakfast, and he seemed just as interested in her as she was in him. They'd be cute together. She sighs and pushes her pasta around in her bowl like a dejected character from a period piece.

"Tommy is very handsome." You comment, and she grabs your arm, animating all of a sudden.

"Dude, I've been dying to talk about it. What the fuck are they putting in the water here? It's insane."

"It's annoying, right?"

"So annoying." She agrees. You laugh about it together and, finally, give her the details she's been waiting so patiently for. When you finish your story, her hands are over her mouth, and her eyes are wide. "Oh, my God. You have to get him back."

"I know, I know! He's driving me up a fucking wall." You say, taking a bite of food. It will get cold if you don't stop talking, but you also don't care.

"You could surprise him with some lingerie or something." She suggests, and you groan.

"God, I don't even remember the last time I bought lingerie."

"All the more reason to buy some."

"I don't know. I feel like I could just show up naked, and he'd be happy with that."

"He sounds like a keeper then."

"Yeah, I don't know," you shrug. "I like him a lot. I just… don't know if it's sustainable."

"Why?" She asks. You almost want to gesture around your messy apartment and half-put together life as if it will answer her question.

"I mean, he's a good guy, and we're having fun, but for how long? His kid's gonna be in at least one of my classes until she graduates. Not to mention, he has another daughter who is in medical school. We both work full-time. And then there's the whole having to keep it a secret thing. It could get really old really fast." You sigh.

"What if it doesn't?"

"What?"

"What if it doesn't get old? What if it ends up working out?" She asks. You take a deep breath. "You didn't even think about that possibility. Did you?"

"I just don't wanna get hurt."

"That's a very real possibility. Things could go wrong. He could break your heart. You could lose your job. Society as we know it could come crashing down, and you know what? The sun's still gonna come up the next day. The birds will still sing, and I will still be here," she says, putting her hand over yours. You purse your lips as you process her words. "You deserve nice things, kid. Don't count yourself out so early." She echoes your earlier sentiment, and you smile.

She's right. Of course, she's right. You don't let yourself think good things could happen because you're so focused on all the bad. She's known you for so long she can read your thoughts and know your habits before you can. What a horrifying and beautiful thing it is to be known inside and out like that.

"Maybe you should've been a writer instead of a musician," you say, and she laughs. You squeeze her hand and sigh as you look at her. "I'm really gonna miss you."

"I'm really gonna miss you, too."

"I wish you could stay."

"I know," she says. "But you need an excuse to come to Vienna, and I need an excuse to come to Austin, and if I stay, we lose that."

"I guess that's true."

"Besides, if I stop making trans-Atlantic calls, I think my phone company would be concerned." She points out, making you laugh. You know she's telling you what she's told herself this whole time. She loves Vienna, but you know she gets homesick. You know she's trying really hard to convince herself to get back on that plane. You don't push her about staying again. You just indulge in her presence.

"I love you." You say softly, and she smiles.

"I love you, too." She says.

It means so much more than just "I love you." It means, "I love you, and I want us both to eat well." It means, "I love you, and I can't imagine doing this life without you." It means, "I love you, and I know you have to go." Never any buts. Always ands, because love like this knows no bounds. Not borders, not time zones, not lifestyles.

You finish the dinner you made and clean the kitchen side by side before climbing into bed and staying up as late as possible to try and get Andie back on Vienna time. In the morning, you drag yourselves out of bed and sing in the car on the way to get coffee, and when the time comes for you to get her suitcase out of your backseat and watch her disappear behind glass doors, you hug her tight and tell her you love her again. She repeats the sentiment with another squeeze and deep breath that tells you how close to tears she is. Then, she turns around and doesn't look back to prove she's strong enough to leave. She doesn't need to prove anything to you. You always knew she was strong enough to do this.

The car ride back is emotional and lonely and tinged with the bass line of Ribs by Lorde, but your phone buzzes as you pull back into your apartment complex with tears staining your cheeks.

Thanks for letting us meet Andie. She's a really sweet person. I'm sorry she has to leave today.

You don't remember telling him what day she was leaving, but she might've told Tommy, and Tommy told Joel. You smile and text him back.

Thanks for taking care of us. She only had good things to say about you and Tommy. We'll have to all hang out again the next time she's home.

And then.

Thanks for checking on me. I really appreciate it.

Of course. I'm always a wreck when I have to drop Sarah off at the airport. I'm around if you wanna talk. Ellie's hanging out with some friends, and Tommy's on-site today.

You stare at the messages and debate your options. He basically just told you he's home alone and has nothing to do for the rest of the day. And yes, he is probably being sweet and really offering to talk if you're feeling lonely, but you also know how talking usually goes for you two. You smirk as you type out a message.

Just talk?

It seems like he can't type fast enough.

What else would you wanna do?

I think you made some promises you need to follow through on, Miller.

I guess I did.

Come over and I can do just that.

Actually, I have some work to get done :( maybe next time?

You lock your phone and bound up to your apartment, conscious of the sudden lengthening of time between messages. It's fun to imagine him trying to come up with a response that respects your boundaries but also lets you know how needy he is. He may have started this little game, but you're gonna be the one to perfect it. Thus begins the days upon days of not sexting, but not not sexting.

At first, it's just messages about how you miss him and wish he was around. He tries to find an excuse to come over, but you effectively cockblock him at every turn. Your response times get a little slower the more worked up he gets, so he has to figure it out on his own. You never would've thought Joel Miller, a man with gray in his beard and wrinkles lining his face, could be such a fast texter, but you figure there's nothing more desperate than a horny man.

Messages quickly escalate to pictures. They start off innocent enough: a picture of the painting you're working on, but your bare legs give away the fact that you're not wearing pants, a picture of him stepping out of a hot shower, his bare chest slightly red and glistening from the water, a picture of you wearing the burnt orange shirt he sent you home in New Year's Day with no bra on underneath. Then, you get a little bolder. After a quick trip to the mall, you pose in front of the mirror in a short delicate white night down with pretty lace details on the top, the hem barely hitting the tops of your thighs and showing off the large tattoos hiding there. You look hot, and imagining Joel's reaction to you makes you flush and rub your thighs together to get some relief.

It's true that Joel would've been happy if you showed up to his house wearing (or not wearing) anything, but when the photo pings to his phone, he's never been more grateful for Victoria's Secret in his life. His breath hitches in his throat, and he quickly tucks his phone into his chest like someone is gonna come up behind him and see what he's looking at. He's barely glanced at the photo and he's already straining in his jeans.

Goddamn, he texts back. You're so fucking pretty, baby.

You like it?

It's a dumb question, but you really don't care.

It's perfect.

What do you like about it?

Besides the fact that you're the one wearing it? I like that it makes you look like more of an angel than you already are, and I like that I can finally see those tattoos you've been hiding from me.

Bingo, you think to yourself. He was able to catch glimpses of the large pieces hiding on your back and shoulders at the art gallery, and when he picked up on New Year's Eve, you caught him staring at them each time. You thought he was following the inky lines up your body, but you couldn't be sure. Now, he's giving himself away, and you're practically buzzing with excitement.

You turn around in the mirror and arch your back, perfectly showing off your ass and the intricate tattoo lining your spine, and snap a picture. It's one of the largest ones you have, and it's also the easiest to hide. Besides, you definitely didn't get it for your own enjoyment. You live for moments like this. You send him the picture and smile as you type.

Like this one?

Your phone rings not even two minutes after he reads the message. You giggle when he groans into the receiver instead of greeting you.

"You're gonna fuckin' kill me, baby." He says, his voice so deep you can practically feel it rumble against your ear.

"I told you I'd get you back." You say it like it's obvious, but he just hums. There's shuffling on his end, and all you can do is wait for him to say something else.

"What else have you been hidin' underneath all those little dresses, hm?" He asks. "Tattoos. The most fuckin' perfect tits I've ever seen. Anythin' else I should know bout? 'S your pussy as pretty as the rest of ya?" You didn't mean for him to hear you gasp, but he seemed pleased that he could pull such a sound from you without even being in the same room. Just like that, any doubt or reservation you had left flies out the window. You finally cave and slip your hand down your panties to glide your fingers through your folds. "Am I makin' you wet, sweetheart?"

"Fuck," you mumble. It's absurd how turned on you are by this whole thing. Your fingers slowly circle your clit, and your head gets so fuzzy you almost forget to respond to him. "Yes, Joel."

"Are you playin' with yourself?" He asks, and you nod even though he can't see you. "Poor thing. I wish I could be there to help ya. I'd have you spread open for me so I can touch you however I want. Figure out what you like and what makes you cry for me." You put him on speaker and throw your phone down so you can focus on gliding through your wetness, your middle finger pushing into you slowly.

"What... what would you do?" You ask, breathless.

"I'd start by usin' my fingers just to feel you out, and I bet you'd feel so fuckin' good. I'd play with your clit until you're beggin' me to put a finger inside you, and I'd slip two in slowly while kissin' your inner thighs and watchin' you squeeze my fingers," you moan as you listen to his raspy voice and fuck yourself to his words. You try to imagine what his fingers would feel like inside of you. How different compared to yours, how much better they'd feel. Goddammit. "Then, I'd use my mouth on you while my fingers move in and out. I'd lick you all over and feel you soakin' me when I suck on your clit." He says, and you return to rubbing said bundle of nerves, faster this time, as you become acutely aware of his labored breathing over the phone.

Is he touching himself? The idea of him holding the phone with one hand and fisting his cock with the other sends a wave of heat down your spine, and you keen into your own hand. A shaky breath and muttered curse leave his lips, and then you know for sure what he's doing. Your head spins, and you'd be embarrassed by how close you are just from his voice if you weren't entirely focused on the pleasure clouding your brain.

"Fuck, Joel-"

"I know, baby, I know," he coos sympathetically. Another lewd moan leaves you as you get closer and closer to the edge, stars threatening the corners of your vision. "Are you gonna come for me like this?" He asks, and you hum in the affirmative, not trusting yourself to form words. "Come on. Let me hear you. I wanna hear what you sound like when you fall apart." His voice is coming faster and breathier, a light growl at the end of his words. How are you to deny him that?

The speed of your fingers on your clit increases, but it's his own broken whimpers that finally do it. Your back arches as the waves wash over you, and noises you didn't even know you could make escape your lips. You can vaguely hear a broken sigh accentuated by a particularly hot whine from Joel's end. Henry was never as vocal or talkative as Joel is. None of your past partners have been. In the aftershocks of your orgasm, you have a quick passing thought that he might ruin dating for you. You might never want to see anyone else who doesn't treat you like this. You might be fucked.

"Joel," you say when you have control over your thoughts again. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.

"Yeah?"

"Get the fuck over here now."

Joel's house is on the other side of Austin. With traffic, getting to your apartment can take anywhere from twenty to forty-five minutes, depending on how fast you're willing to go and how many red lights you can pass under. Joel gets there in fifteen. You're still in the flouncy dress you bought specifically to torture him, but by the time you open the door for him, you're much less interested in making his life any more miserable than you already have over the past week.

He doesn't hesitate to charge into your apartment, grab your face, and kiss you like his life depends on it. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, and you open to him, clinging to him as his hands move from your face to the backs of your thighs to pick you up. You squeal in surprise and lock your legs around his waist to bring him closer and keep yourself from falling. Even though he obviously came over the phone at the same time you did, he's hard again and pressing against your bare pussy. He hisses when you grind against him, and his jaw clenches as he pulls away like he's in pain.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asks, wide eyes searching the hallway behind you.

"First door on the left." You say as you duck your head to kiss his neck. He sighs and indulges in the feeling of your tongue against his skin before he finally finds his feet and stumbles into your bedroom. You're halfway through marking him before he lays you down and immediately rucks his hands up your thighs, spreading them apart and making you whine.

"You okay?" He asks, stopping all movement to scan over your face for any signs of discomfort. You nod and reach for the buttons of his jeans.

"Yes. Just need you." You say.

"Are you sure?"

"Joel, I just came from the sound of your voice. Yes, I'm fucking sure." You say, a little frenzied as you pull at the hem of his shirt. He laughs as he pulls it over his head and quickly unzips his jeans.

"Feisty."

"Can you blame me?" You ask, and he shakes his head. He tugs his jeans and his briefs down at the same time and unveils all of him to you in one go. He's beautiful. You knew he would be, but seeing the graying chest hairs and the pretty happy trail leading down to his hard cock in between his strong, tan thighs is an entirely different thing. You reach for him, desperate to feel the weight of him in your hands, but he stops you by slipping the tiny straps of your night gown down your arms.

He carefully pulls the fabric down your body until it's pooled next to his clothes on the floor. His eyes fall to the black lines wrapping around your shoulders, and he draws his eyes to your collarbones and sternum, his breathing stuttering at the sight of you laid out under him.

"So much prettier than I imagined." He murmurs as he ducks his head to kiss the valley between your breasts. You smile and run your hands through his curls as he mouths at your chest, leaving red marks in his wake and making you press him closer.

"How many times have you thought about this?" You ask. Has he always wanted you in the way you've wanted him? You're almost positive he has. There's no other way to explain the reverence with which he's looking at you. He's so wrapped up in you it's almost suffocating. Every time you glance at his face, he's staring at you with soft eyes and blown pupils.

"Lost count." There it is. The confirmation. You grab at his ribs to bring him closer, pulling him over you to kiss him slow and deep. Despite the heat of him against you and the ache between your thighs, you both take the time to savor it. That is until his overthinking takes over. "I didn't bring a condom. Fuck, I was in a rush. I didn't think." He says quickly, like he's waiting for you to back out or push him away. You bring your thumb up to the worried wrinkle between his eyebrows and smooth it away, kissing his jaw.

"You think I would get you all worked up to not be prepared? C'mon, baby," you turn the nickname around on him, and he leans into your hand like a cat. "Top drawer." You say. He scrambles to your bedside table and grabs the first one he can find as you move onto all fours while he's distracted. You listen for the foil ripping and the subtle sound of the latex fitting over him. You can't stop the smirk from forming when he looks up and sees the sight in front of him.

"Fuckin' Hell," he mutters. Your back is arched perfectly, your hair gathered over your shoulder, and the tattoo you got done so many years ago is on display for him. "You are so goddamn perfect." He says as he presses his chest into your back and kisses your shoulder. He plants a few more kisses across your neck and back, making you wait longer than you already have, and just when you think you're going crazy, he slowly pushes into you and punches all the air from your lungs.

He's big. Bigger than anyone you've been with before, and he seems to know that. He rolls his hips, and you moan, gripping at the sheets under you for stability as you adjust. His breathing is ragged behind you, and he groans when you involuntarily clench around him. "You okay?" He asks, his voice straining. His patience and self-control should be fucking studied.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You assure him, and he nods. He starts to move slowly at first, but when you start whining and shaking under him, he snaps. You're both impatient. Months of following the rules and caring about what other people could think or say tumble out of your heads as he sets a rough pace. You've been dreaming about this and pushing it away since he walked into your classroom that day, and now that it's happening, you can't hide how desperate you are for him. You cry his name as he fucks into you deeply, no part of your bodies not touching, but it's still not close enough.

"You're so fuckin' good for me, baby. Jesus fuck," he moans into your ear, his uneven breaths echoing into your skull. "You feel so good."

He sits back and brings you with him, changing the angle and forcing him deeper inside of you as his hand snakes around your waist and dips to play with your clit. You curse loudly and dig your nails into his forearm as bright pleasure courses through your veins. "'M gonna come if you keep doing that," you warn, your voice high and strained as he adds a little more pressure.

"C'mon, honey, come on my cock for me. Please, I want it." It could be the slight whine in his voice or the fact that he's begging you for it, or the fact that the tight circles he's rubbing into your clit are making you see stars, but you come hard. You rely on him to hold you upright as he fucks you through your high, the slick between your thighs growing as his own orgasm washes over him, and he moans directly in your ear, an unexpected but not unpleasant gift. You think you could get off again just to the sounds he makes when he's coming.

You stay like that for a second, wrapped up in each other and breathing hard with him still inside you, before he finally finds the courage to slip out of you with only a tiny pained moan. He carefully guides you onto your back, your bones jelly, and kisses your cheek before he pads off to the bathroom to throw away the used condom.

It's quiet again in the apartment, but it's not lonely anymore. He makes himself at home in your space, asking if he can get water and snacks from your kitchen and walking around naked as the day he was born. "I wanna make sure you've got enough energy for round two." He says, making you laugh.

"Are you finally gonna make good on your promise to take your time with me?"

"Fuck yeah." He says, coming back to kiss your lips one more time before walking to the kitchen. It's like if he goes a few minutes without tasting you, he can't function, or at least, that's what he makes it seem like. You're more than receptive to the attention and can only watch as he walks around. Your trust in your legs is not strong enough to get up just yet.

In the domestic silence, it would be easy for your mind to run rampant with rogue thoughts and anxieties, but when Joel returns to the bedroom with snacks, bottles of water, and those stupidly sweet eyes, they get pushed to the back burner. He gets under the covers and pulls you into him, his warm body grounding you to this moment and not letting your thoughts stray. He presses kisses to your hair and your face every so often as you talk about everything and nothing.

Somehow, it feels natural, like you've been doing this the whole time or like everything was leading up to this. Maybe it was. Still, you'll need to talk about this. You know you will.

Just... not yet.

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rootingforbada · 4 months

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Crimson Snow: Mistletoe and Memories ❄️

disclaimers: this story contains angst, sad, tension, literally no happy ending feels, drama and it's bada's pov. remember it's a work of fiction, none of this represents what i truly think about bada's/bebe's character or nature! it is meant for fun and entertainment purposes only. also, i'm not a native english speaker and this is my first ever fanfiction so keep that in mind and be nice please. thank you 🩵

Summary: "Old flames, city lights, and buried memories — Bada Lee, against her own wishes, returns to Incheon for Christmas. Amidst the moonlit whispers and the unyielding snowfall, she's compelled to confront a past she believed buried beneath the frost."

WC: 2.1k

"Yes, mom, i'll be there for Christmas," i muttered into the phone, my voice tinged with a hint of disdain.

"This city gives me the creeps," i ponder.

Incheon is like a patchwork of bitter memories; every street corner bears the weight of choices made and opportunities lost. This place represents a chapter of my life I struggle to bury.

Regrets, disappointments—I tried to shove those aside a while ago, or at least attempted to.

Nevertheless, i made a promise to my mother about being there for Christmas. What foolishness it is to commit to something i might not fulfill. Yet, is it too late to reconsider? Can i claim i couldn't secure a flight on time?

Idiot; no turning back now. I wonder how much longer i'll keep evading my past.

"I just wish i don't run into her there," i murmur with a slight tremor in my tone. I knew all too well whom i was talking about.

It's exactly 9 o'clock, my train departs in about 30 minutes. Unfortunately, i'll be in Incheon in a few hours.

"I can't believe you're finally coming back here! I guess i'll have to spend Christmas at your mom's house if that's the case," a sharp, loud feminine voice speaks over the phone; Lusher, a childhood friend.

Lusher has always been with me throughout our high school years and even into adulthood. Despite me moving to Busan a few years ago, we've kept in touch. She always mentions how much she misses me and that i should visit more often, to which i consistently reply, "Maybe someday."

It seems that day has finally come.

"Stop. Don't get too excited; i don't intend to spend much time in this place," I retort, my tone indifferent.

"The entire city already knows you're coming back, Bada."

Briefly, i freeze and fall silent. I only plan to make a short visit to my family, precisely.

"Incheon is wide-ranging; i doubt everyone really knows," I reply, an attempt to reassure myself that my plans won't change.

"Lin knows."

As soon as she counters, i instinctively hang up the phone, my back colliding with the seat of the moving train.

This definitely cannot be happening.

I was praying fervently not to encounter her during my time in Incheon, and i hope it stays that way. Regardless, she wouldn't want to see me after all these years... no, she hates me. I hope she hates me.

It felt like time stood still; i couldn't tell whether i had plunged into a deep sleep during those four hours of travel or if i had ended up in a temporal lapse. I open my eyes, and there's Incheon Station outside the window.

The time has come to face this city once again, with people bustling around, knee-deep in Christmas preparations just hours away.

I step off the train, grab my luggage, and find myself compelled to smile at strangers who somehow recognized me, waving as they passed. Perhaps they did, considering i gained some visibility after opening my dance studio in Busan. Or maybe it's simply because i am notably taller than the average Korean women; either of these reasons would be plausible.

My eyes scan the surroundings, searching for a familiar figure in the crowd. Mom said she would be waiting at the end of the station, my next stop.

"Bada!" Someone yells my name amid that human sea, resembling canned sardines.

My older sister came to greet me, slightly shorter than me, with a delicate and sweet appearance framed by her impeccably cared-for dark brown hair and welcoming smile.

"Haeda!" i respond, happy to see a familiar face, rushing to hug her.

"Mom couldn't come; she's busy with preparations for the dinner later," she shares, helping me with the luggage. "Lots of people are excited to see you, little sister! We're glad you've come back."

"I haven't come back; i'm just joining you for this Christmas season," I respond seriously, making it clear my stay won't extend beyond Christmas.

"You've always been a bit grumpy, haven't you?" she laughs, teasingly.

Finally out of the station, we settle into a taxi. During the ride, we chat casually and laugh about things that happened during our time apart. I'm trying to have some fun as much as possible.

"So, how's your love life?" she asks, innocently.

Oh, crap.

"I don't really want to get into that," i reply, slightly irritated by the question. The fun and nice atmosphere that surrounded us moments ago seems to have abruptly evaporated.

"Seems like you still think about Lin," she murmurs softly to herself, sighing calmly, yet i hear her loud and clear.

I arch my eyebrows, surprised and bothered by Haeda's comment. I plan to stay silent, but i can't resist.

"Why do you always bring her into everything? It's been years since we last spoke; she was just a kid. Now, forget about it," i assert firmly aiming to put an end to the subject once and for all. The silence in the taxi becomes deafening.

Not even five minutes pass, and i ask the taxi make an unscheduled stop.

"Aren't you going home?" my sister inquires, confused.

"I promised to have lunch with Lusher; there's a café around here," i reply, still maintaining a slight arrogance in my voice.

"I'll drop your bags off at home then," she understands, nodding.

I step out of the vehicle and grab my phone, immediately calling Lusher, asking her to meet me where i am. She agrees without a second thought.

A short time passes, and i spot a girl of average height, black hair, always smiling, with a high-pitched voice that stands out in the crowd. She runs towards me as soon as she sees me.

"Is that really you, Bada? It's been ages since i saw you. Have you grown even more?" Lusher enthusiastically hugs me, talking without even taking a breath.

"Looks like you're still talkative... and no, of course, i haven't grown more. I'm already 26. Now I'm just going to shrink," i reciprocate her warm hug as we head to the café.

"Tell me, how's Busan? How's your studio doing? I want the whole scoop!"

"We don't have time for me to give you the full rundown. Overall, the city is comfy, and the studio is doing well," i say, a bit curt; i'm not one to drag out my words.

"That's it? Nothing interesting happening?" she says in a frustrated sigh, still curious about my life.

"I know where you're going with this, miss Lusher, but i'm not commenting on that. I'm kind of fed up with this topic," i respond, making my exasperation clear.

We lapsed into silence for a few minutes until someone finally spoke up; she seemed nervous.

"Listen, i messaged Lin yesterday." She pauses, intending to continue talking.

Lin, Lin, Lin—I'm tired of hearing that name.

"She seems to want to talk to you," Lusher finishes, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Unfortunate. I've already stated that I'm only here for Christmas with my family," i halt, clenching my fists, wanting to say more but finding myself unable.

"Bada, you know she was deeply hurt after you left." Lusher attempts to ease the situation. "After all, you left without telling anyone, not even me."

"I didn't have to tell anyone. I've said that before; new opportunities arose, and that's what happened. Am I to blame for considering my future?" I say, feeling a slight warmth in my body due to the anger this topic brings up

"There's no issue with you wanting to pursue your dreams; the problem was leaving her in the dark out of nowhere. I think you should talk."

"Lusher, i've had enough. I don't owe her any explanations, it's over. I've paved my own way, and she's chosen hers, end of story." Rising abruptly, i toss money on the table for Lusher to settle the bill and i make a swift exit.

I sense Lusher's gaze on me, even though i haven't cast a glance back after leaving the place.

This is why i hate this city—the people, the environment, everything reminds me of her. I despise it; I despise being so coward and weak, unable to endure an environment where her name lingers. Tears stream down my face as i silently reassure myself, "The past is the past; it'll be fine."

It won't be fine.

For quite a while, i just roam around the city, immersed in the festive Christmas decorations and the chilly yet pleasant atmosphere. Families stroll along snow-covered roads, little cafes are buzzling with events, and everyone radiates happiness, caught up in the joy of being together—while i meander alone. I'm the odd one out here.

The city lights gradually begin to flicker on, signaling the encroaching darkness. It's time to head home for the Christmas Eve feast, but before that, i need something to ease my stress.

I head to a nearby convenience store, searching for a pack of cigarettes. I randomly choose any available brand, pay, and head towards a secluded alley.

Turns out, i'm not the only one there; a woman next to me doing the same, and i can't quite see her face. I shake my pockets, searching for my lighter.

"Fuck..." i mutter softly as i lean against the wall, frustrated.

Suddenly, i notice something fall to the ground, accompanied by words.

"Pick it up," the woman, slightly mysterious but oddly familiar, says, tossing the lighter onto the snow-covered ground.

I quickly bend down to grab it. "Thanks," I express promptly, attempting to say something more. "Do you come here often?"

"Sometimes, only when i think about my ex." She pulls the cigarette calmly, allowing the smoke to envelop her face in a thin mist. An ephemeral cloud of smoke slowly wafts around me.

"We're in the same boat," i muse, giving a little laugh at her comment. "Does your ex smoke?"

"Since I've known her. She was always cautious so i wouldn't end up like her; nevertheless, here i am," she narrates with a tense tone.

"You shouldn't smoke; judging by your voice, you've quit for a long time. You should stop while you still can," i suggest while lighting my cigarette with the borrowed lighter.

"Look who wants to give me a moral lecture," she laughs, mocking. The whole situation is ironic.

"Pfft, you don't even know me; you probably think i'm a hypocritical smoker," i admit, in a casual tone.

"Definitely."

"Maybe i really am, but I still have feelings!" I laugh, playfully.

She seems serious now, and we stay silent for a few seconds.

"Have you ever thought about your ex's feelings when you two broke up?" she inquires, finishing her last drag before dropping the cigarette on the ground and crushing it under her foot.

I remain motionless, confused, and unsure of how to respond.

"I'm just messing with you; after all, i don't even know you." She lets out a nervous laugh before completely disappearing into the darkness of that dimly lit alley.

"I'm home," i announce, slipping off my shoes and opening the door.

My mother greets me with a smile as she sets the dining table with the help of my father and sister.

"You're here! It's so good to see you, dear," my mother smiles warmly and hugs me. The scent of kimchi fills the air; she must have been cooking for a long time.

"What's that smell of smoke..." She makes a disgusted face, and i quickly plan an excuse.

"There were some delinquents smoking in the streets; the smell must have clung to me," i say cautiously.

"Looks delicious," i observe the meal on the table after greeting everyone present, trying to change subjects. Despite my reservations about Incheon and the memories this city brings, i feel welcomed and relieved with my family by my side.

"Let's eat!" My father exclaims, excitedly, sitting down and preparing to enjoy the eagerly anticipated tteokguk, a unique skill of my mother.

A few minutes were left for the long-awaited December 25th, and the countdown unfolded gradually.

"I'm eager to know what you brought for us from Busan, little sister!"

"Did i have to bring a present?" I laugh ironically, joking. "Just kidding, i'm sure you guys will like it!"

1 minute to the 25th.

"Wow, i can already hear the neighbors starting the countdown," my sweet and dear mother says.

A sound echoes at the door.

"Knock, knock."

30 seconds to the 25th.

"Oh, let me get that!" I quickly get up from my seat and head to the door.

10 seconds to the 25th.

I grab the keys and swiftly unlock the door, while my family had already started the countdown.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

I can't believe who is on the other side of the door.

"Lin?"

"Merry Christmas!" the whole family celebrates in unison as i stand there, paralyzed, looking at my former love standing right in front of me.

aaand we're done! i don't know if i should make it a series or not since i'm the lazy type but lmk! also tysm for @/kiyaedits for the dividers. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did, thank you for reading. ❄️

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #angst #light angst #swf2 x reader #swf2 #bada lee swf2 #bada x oc #bada x reader #sw fic #bada lee au #bada lee fanfic

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melanieph321 · 2 months

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Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 1/6

I'm so excited for this one!🤭

Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!

Enjoy!

Miami did get a little crazy in the summer, thankfully it was your last year being a yacht girl. Yupp, you were keeping your promise. Once you were out of college you were putting your flip flops on a shelf and stuffing your bikini in the back of your pantie drawer. It was time to grow up and stop treating life like a circus. It was time to get a real job.

"But you'll still visit me when you move to Italy, won't you?" Izzy said, as the two of you shared a scooter on your way to the marina.

"Are you kidding? With my new salary I'm flying you out to visit me. We'll have so much fun together in Turin."

Although it was considered a job, you had formed many great friendships through yachting. Izzy was your best friend in the game, the one you never road without. If it hadn't been for Izzy teaching you the ways of the yachting game, you might as well have ended up in some really bad situations that a lot a girls do whilst seeking the fast way to earn some cash. It was important not to get too in awe of the experience. Izzy had tought you that. Izzy had also taught you that the biggest mistake girls in yachting did was fall in love with a client, a mistake you were thankful you had avoided throughout your career. Although college boys never realky gained your interest either.

"So who's this guy anyway?" You asked. "A nepo baby looking to party?"

"More like a self made billionaire. Raul says he owns like half of Serbia when it comes to real-estate."

"Impressive." You nodded. Your last job as as a yacht girl would be a breezer. It was easier to deal with rich entrepreneurs than spoiled nepo babies who believed to rule the world.

Or so you thought.

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"I think they're here." Alex said, looking over the boat deck, keeping an eye out for the girls. Once he spotted them Dusan rose from his taning bed, on his way to alert the crew to prepare the boat for departure.

"There's only two of them." Alex said, looking displeased as he returned from the deck, approaching his friend.

"Yes, one for you and one for me." Dusan said, pointing between the two of them.

"Man, you really have gone soft." Alex sighed. He was already suprised to be invited for a fun day out on his friend's new yacht, only to find the vessel empty of people if you excluded the crew members. "What happened to the old Dusan?" He said. "The one that likes to party. The one that taught me that the more the merrier, huh?"

Dusan chuckled. "I guess he's retired."

"At twenty four? How sad."

"Look, we can still have a good time. The girls said that they were up for anything."

"Yeah, but if I know you you're probably gonna ask them to watch you take a nap."

Dusan shook his head, a smile in his lips.

"When did you get so boring man, is that what a billion dollar empire does to you?"

Dusan opened his mouth to get back at his friend but that's when they heard voices below.

"Hello, anybody home?"

"Up hear!" Dusan shouted, a minute passing before they heard footsteps climbing the stairs. Two girls emerged, dressed in nothing but strips of fabric, bikini's barley covering enough.

"Hi, I heard you guys were looking to party." The blond one said. Her hair was cut short with several tattoos covering her arms.

"Yeah, that's us." Alex grinned.

"Well, the party has arrived." She cheered.

Dusan had nothing against girls with short and bleached hair, but tattoos never did it for him.

"Great. How would you girls like your martinis?"

"Dry." The blond girl was quick to make clear. "And no olives."

"Got it, dry and no olives. How about your friend?"

All eyes turned to the second girl who's presence hadn't been as notisble as her friend. But now that he had his eyes in her, Dusan found it almost impossible to diverge his attention from her.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" The girl seemed distracted, her gaze having stuck to a point below Dusan's chin. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only swimming trunks. Perhaps she found it rude, him introducing himself half naked. Not that she was any better.

"What drink do you want?" Her friend asked, in a bit if a rush to get the party started. The crew was heard above their heads, the yacht would set sail at any minute now.

"S...ame as you." The girl stuttered. Her voice was unique. It was quite deep but in a very feminine way.

"No olives?" Her friend confirmed.

"No olives." The girl nodded. Her friend then followed Alex downstairs to the bar, leaving Dusan with no trail of thought in the presence of the girl which his eyes had yet diverge from.

"You have a very nice boat." She said, trying to somther the rise of an awkward silence.

"Um, thank you." Dusan said, clearing his throat. "It's new actually."

"I can see that." She seemed fairly fascinated, as she dared approach the boats railing, admiring the view of Miami Beach.

"Yeah, how so?" Dusan asked, joining her side. But instead of admiring the view, he couldn't help but to admire her. She had eyes that sparked something within him, a sudden thrill.

"What do you mean?" A frown ruined her face.

Dusan felt the need to make himself clear. "You said that you could tell that my yacht is brand new, how so?"

"Oh." She turned for her back to rest against the railing, her eyes now wandering across the newly swiped deck. "Well, it's every billionaires dream to own a boat and put it on display in Miami, or am I wrong?"

"I don't know." Dusan smiled. He was quite entertained. "I've never heard of this fenomenon. Surley the expert is you considering your experience with billionaires and boats."

The girl's eyebrow rose with interest, however Dusan's slik comment did not seem to have insulted her.

"Perhaps it's not every billionaires dream." She said, turning her head to face him. Again, her eyes sparked a thrill within Dusan, a thrill he was more than excited to explore. "But it sure is every newly crowned billionaires dream."

He wrinkled his nose.

The girl had a twinkle in her eyes. "My friend googled your net worth on our way here."

"I see." Dusan nodded. "Fair enough. I may or might not have bought this yacht in honor of my business flourishing this past year. However I'm not planning on docking it in Miami for display."

"Your gonna sail it across the seven seas?"

Dusan snorted, unintentionally of course. How did she make him do that? Her comment caught him of gaurd. "Not really." He said, collecting himself. "I'll have a friend of mine bring it home for me. He's more of a professional."

"Yeah, that's probably a better idea. Sailing a boat through pirate infested waters can be tricky without experience."

Again, the girl made him chuckled. It was pathetic how tipsy he came across. The girl must smell the glass of champagne he had earlier on his breath and think he's one of those creeps to invite yacht girls on their boats just to get them drunk. He had to assure her that he wasn't like that. He had to assure her that she could feel safe with him.

"We got martinis!"

Just as he was about to ensure her safety, the girl's friend showed up, followed by Alex who carried a tray of filled glasses. "Let's get this party started!" He said, handing out the drinks, making sure everyone had a glass in their hand for a toast. "To a lovely day, spent with two lovely girls." He said, as cheesy as ever.

"Cheers to that!" The blond girl said, rasing her glass.

Before downing his drink Dusan turned to her friend, making sure that she looked to be having a good time as well. He was suprised to find her smiling at him, an empty martini glass in her hand. "Drink up." She winked.

Dusan did exactly that. He would do whatever she asked him to, whatever.

#fanfiction #football imagine #dusan vlahovic imagine #dusan vlahovic x reader #dusan vlahovic #juventus #italy #italia #turin

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kelean · 1 year

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it's always funny to me when people blame jack's insanity and genocidal tendencies solely on lilith and moxxi's so-called "betrayal" and at this point i'm convinced that they played some different game because:

lilith and moxxi literally saw him kill innocent scientists only because he thought they may betray him, but there was no solid evidence for that. and even if there actually was a traitor among them, jack could've simply put them in some sort of jail or just deal with them quietly. but no. instead he decided to make a whole show out of killing them in one of the most cruel ways possible, while gathering all of his allies around. because his goal wasn't to just get rid of someone you can't trust - he wanted lilith, moxxi and roland to see what will happen to them if they dare to disobey him

after he killed the meriff he thought that it was - quote-unquote - "invigorating". killing scientists also "felt good". normal person behavior btw

he never cared about felicity. he doesn't feel any remorse or guilt after killing her, even though she was helping him this entire time. and correct if i'm wrong, but while he did need an army to take helios back, he, in the end, never actually used it. the loaders in bl:tps couldn't do much - we had to manually turn them into the loaders who can shoot or blow up stuff. and it was after we already got on helios. so basically, there was no rush to make a constructor out of felicity and consequently kill her in the process

by the time of the events of bl:tps he has already destroyed moxxi's underdome like she said in one of the side quests in bl2 (nevertheless, she still agreed to help him). and before you say anything about how he couldn't actually do that and it's a retcon because he was a low-level programmer may i remind you that he had the money to make a goddamn body double for himself. he had a fancy office. he had a chamber for angel's containment. and i think it's pretty believable that a person with that much money is capable of doing that

and yes, angel. while lilith and roland didn't know about that at the time, he has already enslaved his own daughter many years ago and used her to manipulate them into finding the vault for him in bl1. and he had the resources to keep her in her place, too

so, of course, when they saw the eye of the destroyer they knew what was going on. imagine somehow killing a monster that took down armies just to see its' eye being used by some big fucking corporation for god knows what years later

now, to the fun part - the betrayal. let's just say that moxxi’s good at reading people - she wasn’t wrong when she called jack a «power-hungry psychopath» and said that «a lot of decent people will live to regret it if you come down from helios alive» as we will see in the future events. she and others saw jack's true colors shine through during their little quest to save the moon and it was the only logical conclusion. she was fucking right

moxxi specifically asked jack to be at the eye of helios because she planned to kill him (and, well, people who agreed to work for him) and him (and his team) only. moreover, the station was already under attack by the lost legion by quite some time. so there was literally no possibility that it would've impacted any innocents (so idk from where some people got the idea that they killed "millions of innocent hyperions" - that's just called making shit up)

jack, on the other hand, didn't know how much of an impact that caused. however, he isn’t sad about the possible death of people that singularity might have caused (again, it could, but it didn’t - still, Jack doesn’t give a fuck). he isn’t even worried about his own team. all he cares about is that he lost a very valuable and deadly weapon because of «the things he could have done with it» - and it’s pretty obvious what exactly can you do with this sort of weapon. it wasn't just standing there to look pretty you know

also, while we’re at it, you can even argue how this whole “saving the moon and its’ people” thing might have been just a cover up for a real reason – that is, get this very dangerous weapon back under his control. but that's just a speculation based on some of the in-game things i've noticed, so let's not dwell on it

finally, i never really got why people are so mad at lilith for punching jack - she literally admits that she should’ve just killed him instead, as, in the end, it costed her a lot of people’s lives and, more specifically, roland’s life. she feels extremely guilty. she knows that she fucked up. her main mistake, however, wasn't that she "betrayed" jack - her main mistake was leaving him to die instead of finishing a job and thinking that he can actually be trustworthy

#saw lilith and moxxi hate in the borderlands tag a couple of days ago so. i had to write something #btw really funny how people who blame them for killing 'innocent hyperions' (even tho they literally didnt do that lol) are the same people #who never say anything about rhys killing like. who knows how many people when he crushed helios #and its actually confirmed by the goddamn game. but yeah he is the good guy for trying to kill jack by any means possbile while lilith #and moxxi are cruel and deserve to die <3 like do you guys hear yourself #borderlands #lilith the siren #mad moxxi #NOT putting jack's tag here lol. i'd put his 'critical' tag but tumblr's search is too f up for this #vi.txt

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booboodaddysblog · 2 months

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Surprise

Part one

Warnings: pregnancy, argument, drama

Words: 4147

The day promised to be tough. Starting from the weather to the onslaught of work. Colin, with the last of his strength, reached home around 8 pm and fell on his bed lifelessly. He fell asleep.

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Marg was shaken after yesterday's meeting with Colin. It took quite a bit of effort for her to focus on her work. In addition, she was not feeling well. She felt dizzy and her stomach hurt. She wondered if maybe she had eaten something wrong, or if it was just due to nerves. She knew that Colin was at work today, but he had spent most of the day in the field. On the one hand she felt sorry for him, but on the other she was glad that Colin had gotten soaked to the skin. A small punishment for his thoughtlessness.

She was snapped out of her reverie by a knock on the door.

- Hey dear, can I take a moment of your time? - Roby walked into her office.

- Sure, come in. I don't have a head for work today, besides I feel bad - she stood up and poured herself some water - you want some too - she asked her with a smile.

- Yes, I'll have one - she sat down opposite her desk - thank you - she said, taking a glass of water from her friend.

- Then what brings you to me? It's been so long since I've seen you. Two weeks is not so long, but nevertheless I was sad without you and eh... Colin - she took a sip of water.

- Ah yes... he messed up quite a bit. He was at work today. He looked good... but that's not really what I wanted to talk to you about - Roby looked at her hands.

- You know that I will always listen to you.

- Yes I know, that's why you are my friend - she smiled.

- So? - urged her Marg.

- Well, I know the truth about what Colin did. I thought you should know about it.

- Oh, but I do know.

- What do you know? - she asked curiously.

- He did it with a waitress, he was drunk - she sighed loudly.

- Aha...

- Aha? Is there something else?

- He lied to you - Roby whispered.

- What do you mean he lied to me?

- He didn't do it with a waitress and he wasn't drunk.

- Excuse me? - Marg stood up and started nervously walking around her office.

- The point is... You are not a saint either Marg. You have your sins. Being at the stage of dating Colin, you slept with your friend. And then you still invited me. I refused, and Colin... he just happened to agree....

- To the point Roby - she said in a calm voice.

But she felt that she was beginning to feel sick.

- I want to be honest with you....

- Say it at last! - she felt she was about to throw up.

- He did it with me, Marg. You can say, that I forced him, took advantage of his weakness - Roby covered her face with her hands.

Marg did not respond, only grabbed a trashcan at the last minute and threw up.

- Oh God, Marg, what's going on? Are you sick? - came up to her quickly and handed her a box of tissues - I'm very sorry for what I did. I don't know what got into me. Maybe it's my cravings before my period. Hormones.... It was such a stupid thing to do. You know... I feel terrible that I hid it from you for so long....

- Shut up Roby, I beg you - Marg sat down on a chair and closed her eyes.

- Are you angry with me?

- What do you think?

- You are angry…

- Of course I am. I am angry with both of you. You have damaged my trust, very badly. I don't know myself what to think about it - she sighed - both you and Colin... you betrayed me. It hurts... - she pointed to her heart - here... it bloody hurts.

- I know, I apologize to you for that. I'm really getting tired of remorse. I don't know what I was thinking.

Marg closed her eyes again.

- Come out, please. I have to put it all back together in my head. I want to be left alone.

- Okay - she left, quietly closing the door behind her.

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Colin was sleeping at his best. He was lying on his stomach, still in his clothes. He was snoring and didn't even care if he closed the front door to the house or not. He heard a knock on the door, but it seemed to him that he was just dreaming.

- Colin - he heard a whisper. He ignored it and continued to sleep. It's just a dream - Colin - louder this time. He sighed, but still didn't give a damn - Colin! - now it was far too loud. He opened one eye, but quickly closed it - Colin! You're a liar! - he felt a gentle pat on his cheek - I know everything!

He turned slightly and mumbled.

- Hmmm…

- There was no waitress and no alcohol. Cheater! Why did you lie to me? - Marg stood next to the bed and watched Colin pretend to sleep - don't ignore me, or it will be really bad.

- How do you know this? - Colin sighed and began to rub his eyes.

- From the person you betrayed me with.

Colin looked at her with sleepy eyes and raised his eyebrows. He sat down on the bed.

- Don't be so surprised - Marg grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

- Why did she tell you about it? - he asked unmoved by Marg's attack.

- Because she is my friend, and friends talk to each other about everything. I thought that the relationship between a man and a woman works on the same principles. However, I was very wrong.

- Why are you so pale? - Colin got up from the bed and walked closer to Marg.

- Don't change the subject.

- Are you sick? - he put his hand to her forehead - you have a fever. I'll go get a thermometer.

- I don't have any fever. I just have a stomach ache and feel sick.

- You definitely have a fever - he said, heading for the bedroom exit - I'll also bring something antipyretic and something to drink.

- I don't have a fev... - she grabbed a trash can standing by the bedside table and threw up for the umpteenth time today.

- Oh, yes... you feel great. I can just see - he grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom.

- Get cleaned up, and I'll go get something to drink and something for your fever. Everything will be fine - he stroked her shoulder and left the bathroom.

- I don't have a fever, you idiot! - she shouted after him, but he didn't answer anything.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was really pale. She leaned over the sink and washed her face with cool water.

- Are you still feeling sick? - Colin returned with a glass of water, pills and a thermometer - let me take your temperature.

- No, I just have a stomach ache! Understand it at last!

Colin rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand.

- Can I ask you a question?

- No!

- Oh, calm down! I'm sorry... - he took Marg back to the bedroom and places her down on the bed and he hugs her - Why does it hurt? Tell me.

- I don’t know, my tummy hurts so bad - she said almost with tears in her eyes.

He sighed and put his hand on her forehead to feel her body temperature.

- Honey, I think you have a fever....

- No, I don’t…

- It's not up for discussion, you have a goddamn fever! Have you eaten anything?

- Yes, pizza.

- Please take some medicine - he pulled her close and hugged her.

- Why? You know I don’t like medicines.

- I know, but you don't have any choice in this case... - he kissed her on the cheek.

- Excuse me? You can't tell me what to do - she tried to push him away from her.

- Just take the pill and everything will be fine... - he looked at her eyes and pulled her close to him.

- No, what if I am pregnant?

Colin began to be confused and thought for a few seconds before answering.

- Why do you think you are pregnant?

- Because I have never felt such pain before.

- Honey, this... this is ridiculous... - however, he realizes something and puts his hand on her stomach.

- Colin, do you have pregnancy tests?

- Yes, yes... I think I have something. Wait - he went to the bathroom and returned with a pregnancy test.

- Oh my God, I feel like puke!

- It's the fever, take the test and we'll see if you're really pregnant.

- Okay, can you come with me to the bathroom? I don't want to be alone right now - she smiled at him.

- Okay - he seemed annoyed but agrees and followed her to the bathroom.

- Gosh, I don't want to pee right now.

- Come on, just a little pee - he approached her and pushed her hair away from her face.

- I’ll try - she sat on the toilet - Is that much enough?

- Yes, honey and... you're pregnant, congrats... - he rolled his eyes.

- Oh…

- So now let's take that medicine to end that damn fever... - he kissed her on the forehead.

- Aren't you happy that I'm pregnant?

- Of course I'm happy... are you happy?

- You don't look very happy....

- Honestly, I... I'm a little scared because it's my first kid... but I'm very excited, I trust you're going to be a great mother.

- Okay?

- Don't doubt it, my love - he kissed her cheek - now take the meds, okay?

- I have to throw up first. I feel so bad - she covered her mouth with her hand.

- Okay, go ahead and puke - he walked her to the toilet.

Marg felt really bad, but it seemed to her that Colin was not behaving as usual. He had become cold and distant.

- Colin, will you bring me some water?

- Of course, my love - he reluctantly went downstairs again to the kitchen.

Marg sighed, she knew something was wrong. It was hard for her to control her emotions now.

- Drink little by little, not too fast - he brought her some water and handed it to her.

- Thank you - she smiled at him.

- Don't mention it, I love you - he kissed her cheek and stroked her head.

- Aww, I love you too, I’m about to cry, Colin!

- Don't cry, honey, everything is fine - he laughed a little.

- Omg it's all because of the pregnancy, right?

- Yes, it's because of that... but don't worry, everything will be fine, I promise.

- Will you take care of me and the baby?

- Of course, I will, you and our baby are my biggest priorities. Why do you ask?

- Because I don't want to be a single mother.

- What? You won't be a single mother, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.

- Promise me!

- I promise, I'll never leave you and the baby - he puts his hands on his heart and looked her in the eyes.

- We need a wedding!

- Oh my God… I… I agree with you, but we'll take care of that later... okay? - he laughed.

- When? - Marg squinted her eyes.

- Hmm… that depends on too many things, we have to think about money, the venue we want, the reception... If you were my wife, would you let me handle it? - he smiled.

- Can't we do it together?

- I know that you want to plan our wedding, but I think it's better if I handle it without worrying about your opinions... I know you're not going to like that but trust me on this one, love.

- Why are you like this?

- Because I’m a man, honey.

- Eh… please, I want to plan our wedding.

- Okay, we'll do it your way... - he groaned.

- Do you want to argue or what? - she looked at him with a menacing face.

- No, this time I'll let you do everything, just don't give me a headache, okay? - he rolled his eyes.

- Ha ha ha… you’re so funny…

- Ah, yes, I know…

- Oh God, I think I'm about to throw up again!

- Again!? Well... If you do... Please use the toilet this time... Okay?

- You’re so mean!

- I know, but you have to agree that the bedroom is not the right place, right?

- Okay… - Marg headed for the bathroom.

- Let’s go. I’ll help you.

- You really don't have to…

- I know... but honestly it's better to help you than to let you throw up alone, isn't it? - he sighed.

Marg was silent about his words. She felt as if Colin was forcing himself to do that everything. She felt strange.

After some time, they returned to the bedroom.

- Can you lie down? - asked Colin.

- Why?

- Because you have a fever and it's better to rest a little at least, plus your stomach probably still hurts.

- Ah, right. And I’m so tired.

- Just relax, get some rest, I won't let anyone bother you now - he wrapped the blanket around her.

- It's midnight, you should also lie down.

- I don't feel like sleeping… - he turned away from her and looked out the window.

- It’s midnight, Colin! - she shouted at him.

Colin didn't even flinch and just looked out the window.

- What’s wrong with you? Tell me.

- Nothing - and he just stayed in the same position without moving.

- Colin?

Colin still didn’t move even though he heard her.

- Colin! Damn you! - she couldn't take it anymore.

- What?! - he turned towards her but without looked at her.

- Hug me and go to sleep, please.

- I don't want to sleep and I don't feel like hugging you, okay? - he groaned.

- What?! - Marg sat surprised on the bed.

- Please stop bothering me - he seemed annoyed, but still didn’t look at her.

Colin lay down on the bed and sighed loudly.

- Are you kidding me?!?!

- No... - he put his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling.

- Hug me, Zabel, now!

He rolled his eyes before hugging her. He did so with great effort.

- Your behavior...ugh...no comment....

He sighed and fell silent, still looking at the ceiling.

- Don't you love me? - Marg asked in a whisper.

- Of course I do, do you think I would be here if I didn't love you, stupid? - he sighed.

- Excuse me, did you just call me stupid?

- You heard me…

- Do you want me to kick you in the ass?

- I doubt that you could…

- You'd better run!

- Bring it on! - he laughed.

- Better prepare a pillow and ice cubes for your ass!

- I doubt your weak legs will be enough to hurt me.

- I'm going to slap you in the face. I warning you!

- Go ahead, you'll see I won't even flinch.

- Why are you so mean?

- You've been annoying me a bit lately, to be honest... - he looked at her and sighed.

- I’m pregnant, you idiot!

- So? That's not an excuse to be annoying all the time!

- I hate you!

- I'm sure you still love me - he laughed.

- I'm going to sleep on the couch in the living room!

- Go ahead, but if you dare to complain about your neck being sore in the morning, I'll be pissed.

- Fuck you, Zabel!

- Love you too - he chuckled a little bit.

- Give me my pillow!

Colin shrugged his shoulders and threw it at her.

- Really FUCK YOU! I’m going to call your mom tomorrow! I’ll tell her about your behaviour!

- Don't you dare call to my mom! - he got angry, turned to her and lay on top of her.

- I’m not scared of you! - she tried to get out from under him.

- I know, but I'm warning you, don't you dare to do that, do you understand me? - he looked into her eyes.

- I plan to tell her about our pregnancy!

- I'm not warning you again, don't you dare! - he groaned and pined her arms to her sides.

- So you don't want to tell her you're going to be a daddy?

- Of course I want, but I want to do it in my own way, got it?

- No!

Colins face turned into an expression of rage and he pined her hands even more.

- Don't you realize that you're putting me in a really shitty situation, right?

- You are not a baby! You are 37 years old!

- Do you really want my mom to learn about the baby from you and not from me... - he groaned in annoyance and then smiled.

- How about from us, together?

- Yes, but I want to do it, ok? I know this is my mother but it is very important to me that I am the one who tells her, do you understand?

- Why can’t we do that together?

Colin closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

- Because you'll probably interrupt me and my mom will think it's all your idea instead of ours because that's what you always do, you're going to ruin my plans...

- I won't do it, I promise - she smiled at him.

- Ok, let's just make a promise then... You promise me that you'll stay quiet during the whole thing and you won't interrupt me?

- Yes!

Colin takes the promise very seriously and pined her hands down to the bed.

- Please don't break your promise, because I'll get really angry if you do...

- I promise.

- Ok good, now I trust you... - he smiled.

He loosened the grip he has on her hands and rolls over again and hugged her gently.

- Can I ask you one more thing first?

- What?

- Would you please let me sleep by your side?

- No!

Colin groaned and got back on top of her, again pinned her arms down so she can't move.

- Do you really want to push my limits, baby?

- I’m not scared of you!

He pressed his forehead against hers and stayed silent for a few seconds before he breaker this silence.

- Will you let me sleep next to you if I ask you kindly?

- You didn’t deserve to sleep with me tonight. Let me go!

- I know, but you can always make an exception... will you please let me?

- Hmm… well, then. I'll stay in bed, you go sleep on the couch.

- Can I ask you to do the opposite? Please?

- No! Let me go!

- Let me sleep next to you, goddamn it! - he groaned and got even angrier.

- Oh you’re so cute when you’re angry - she laughed.

Colin become even angrier at her comment.

- You think this is funny, don't you?

- Oh, yes!

- Please baby, I really want to sleep next to you... just one thing...

- What?

- Please give me one condition for letting me sleep with you...

- Hmm…

- I’m waiting…

- Hmm…

He seemed angry but then got an idea.

- You know the thing you promised me? To don't interrupt when I tell my mother about the baby? I want to make a deal with you...

- Fine, you can sleep with me.... but say "I’m sorry for my behavior, I love you"

Colin stayed silent for a few seconds before says it.

- I’m sorry for my behaviour and I love you.

- Okay then, you can stay.

He smiled and lay down by her side, then he pulled her towards his chest.

- Can I hug you too?

- Okay.

Colin hugged her tightly and closed his eyes, but after a few seconds he opens his eyes again.

- Can I ask you another favor?

- Yes.

- There’s something I need to tell you…

- Go on, Colin.

- Could you be patient with me? I really need to tell you something important and I'm a little nervous... - his voice sounded scared about something as he speak.

- I’m here for you - she kissed him on his cheek.

- Thank you... will you help me if I have trouble speaking? - he smiled a little bit.

- Of course, love. What is it about? - she was so curious.

He become even more nervous but looked at her directly in the eyes.

- Can I hold your hand while I say it?

- Yes.

He smiled and grabbed her hand and hold it tightly.

- Ok... I need to tell you something extremely important, can I trust you will listen to me without interrupting?

- Of course, love.

Colin took a deep breath and paused for a few seconds before he start to speak.

- Promise me that you'll listen to everything I have to say until I'm done, okay?

- Speak!

He looked back at her trying to get some courage.

- Just one last one thing... Can you please look me in the eye while I tell you this?

- I’m looking.

He seemed relieved and took a few deep breaths before speaking up.

- Okay, I’m ready… - he looked into her eyes and tried to maintain eye contact.

- I’m listening - she did not break eye contact.

Colin became even more nervous as he spoke, and his voice became shaky and even looked like he might cry as he prepared to tell her.

- I really love you…

- I love you too…

He smiled but still he seemed nervous, although he is almost done.

- That's not all... I really like staying with you, I love sleeping by your side... and this is the most important part...

- The fact that you love to sleep with me?

- That's not what I'm trying to say... will you let me finish? - he was so serious.

- Go on, I’m sorry.

He paused for a few seconds and tried to calm himself down again, but then he continued.

- What I really want to say is that... I want to spend the rest of my life with you...

- Oh my God, Colin… - she was about to cry.

He became very emotional and had tears in his eyes as he looked at her, wanting her to say "yes”.

- Will you marry me, baby?

- Oh my God!! Colin! I will! Yes, I will! - Marg started to cry and laugh at the same time.

He seemed excited and relieved to hear this, after a few seconds he spoke again with a smile on his face and light tears in his eyes.

- Can I ask you another question?

- Yes!

- Can I kiss you? You look so gorgeous when you’re emotional - he smiled at her.

- You don’t even have to ask!

He leaned in and kissed her, but after a few seconds he pulled away.

- I guess you need a tissue.

- Yes! Give me a tissue.

He handed her a tissue and started laughing through his tears.

- Don't cry, it's a happy moment…

- Those are tears of happiness, you idiot!

- Oh, yes, I’m an idiot. I admit that - he hugged her tightly and kissed.

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Part two

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robinismywife · 7 months

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[ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 ] (p.4)

PAIRING: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Y/n has an interesting conversation with Colonel Tom Parker, one that makes her question everything.

WARNINGS: Idek. If you find any plz inform me!!

A/N: Most of the information in this chapter might be inaccurate but it's all for the plot girlies ;) Thank you SO much for being patient with me. I know the plot is moving slowly but believe me we're getting somewhere! <3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER : PART 3

(the gif is not mine!)

"Are ya ready honey?"

"No, it's embarassing- Everybody's looking at me all weird and we're not even in there yet.." She pouted with a pleading look on her face, which had the exact opposite effect on Elvis than she had anticipated. Instead of feeling bad for her and comforting her, he burst out laughing and shaking his head in disbelief "What?! E, I think I'll just stay outside I-"

"Aw nah, I ain't hearin' none of that Y/n- I done told ya that I want ya there, honey" Now it's his turn to frown and plead, grabbing her hands soflty and rubbing circles on them.

"Really..?"

"Really. I really want ya in there with me. You're my person, you know? Everybody needs a support system, hmm? What'd you say?"

"Oh fine! But I'm only doing this for Frank Sinatra" Y/n wrapped her arm around his bicep as they stepped into the studio. The flashing lights were blinding them and she had to constantly look down so as not to step on something important and ruin the entire set up. Everybody was working hard to create a magical homecoming special just for Elvis, and Y/n couldn't believe that she was allowed to be there and watch as the two biggest stars on earth got to work together and bond over their love for music.

"Right, honey, right" Elvis chuckled at the girl, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. If it were any other guy acting cocky exactly the way he did she would've been pissed off, however, Elvis had such a charm about him that even his teasing felt like the biggest compliment.

"I ain't lying! I've been dying for an autograph- For my collection, you know?"

"You haven't asked for my autograph.." Elvis' lip jutted out slightly and dissapointment seemed to wash over his pretty features.

"Love, I get to hug you and kiss your pretty lil' pouty lips every day- Your autograph is the least of my concerns" Y/n laughed at how the boy's eyes lit up for a short moment "Now, get me to Mr. Sinatra now!"

"Yes, ma'am"

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Y/n could help but stare in shock as Elvis and Frank rehearsed their duet. This all felt like a dream, a fever dream. She was sure she would soon wake up in a pool of sweat and realize that everything was her sick brain's creation. Nevertheless, the way her heart pounded and the music echoed in her head, reassured her that this was her reality. Y/n was Elvis Presley's new girl.

The thought made her a bit dissapointed, how she would be depicted in the media soon. Just another one of his girls! How long will this one last?! It all felt a little overwhelming. She truly was head over heels in love with the charismatic man before her, but what if he didn't feel the same? What if he cheats on her? What if he's cheating on a girl right now? Could she be some mistress on the side and not know it? What poor girl is left thinking he'll come back?

All these questions flooded her one track mind, making her completely oblivious of her new company.

"So you met Frank, dear girl?"

Y/n turned her head only to find the Colonel sitting next to her, his walking stick rested between his legs.

"I did, Colonel, he's a very nice man" She responded carefully, finding herself stiffening up. It's like he always wanted to catch people slipping up and saying things that they would surely regret, things that he could use against them. Y/n never trusted this man and she never really would.

"Don't be fooled, my girl," The Colonel scoffed in disagreement "That man is anything but nice"

"What makes you say that..?" Y/n suddenly felt a little sad at the prospect of Frank Sinatra being a horrible human being. The small paper with his autograph in her pocket seemed to burn her through her clothes. Was just every celebrity that corrupted after all?

"He almost ruined that boy's career in seconds, little girl," He pointed at Elvis with his pretentious walking stick "Telling reporters how Mr. Presley's music- How rock and roll music fosters negative and destructive directions in young people" The man immitaded Franks voice, obviously making fun of the man.

"I- I- I don't know what to say, sir- I guess it was new back then?"

"Still, if you ask me, that man's a hypocrite- Always bashing my boy in the media but the moment he can make profit off of him, suddenly he forgets"

"Then why did you allow Elvis to do this? If that's how you feel"

"For the money of course, dear girl, and his reputation second. But money is always the priorety. How else do you think we haven't gone bankrupt? Mr. Presley surely has a spending problem, wouldn't you say?"

"What I'd say is that makes you a hypocrite, Colonel, just like the man you've been talking down on" Y/n couldn't stop the words from escaping her lips. She mentally noted to avoid Colonel Parker at all costs from now on. She didn't have the patience to deal with him again.

"A hypocrite? Nah, my girl, I'm merely doing what he's doing- He started it, not me" He smirked at her with a weird glint in his eye. Y/n couldn't understand his way of thinking. She was truly wondering how Elvis even communicated with this man, let alone plan projects and performances.

"Besides my boy will be in the movies now, eh? No need to worry about that damn rockabilly business no more"

"Movies? What mo-?"

"Colonel why are ya talking my girl's head off, huh?" Elvis stepped up to them, teasing an otherwise serious Colonel.

Did Elvis even know about these movies? Yes, Elvis had made movies in the past but it was never anything that could jeopardize his singing career. The Colonel's words kept ringing in her head. She had to find a way to talk to him about this, see how he feels about all these plans the Colonel had made for him. God knows what contracts that greedy fraud of a man had signed without Elvis' approval.

When they were finally in the backseat of their car, Y/n could actually think without the loud piano echoing around the set. What was she even getting herself into?

Y/n thought that she knew the music industry like the back of her hand, always surrounded by the most important singers and musicians of her time. However, that all came crushing down that day. In her eyes Elvis seemed like the most powerful man, someone who simply snaps his fingers and gets everything he wants without so much as lifting his pinkie. She decided that it was all a lie, a deception. How could she be so stupid as to think that musicians were anything more than a puppet on a string? A pretty face covering a corrupted industry full of money-hungry record companies and managers, just like Colonel Parker. And perhaps like RCA?

No. Now, daddy wouldn't work there if he knew all that, would he?

And now that she was thinking about it; How could she allow herself to be involved with such a man? A man like Elvis Presley. A man so blessed yet so trapped in his own good fortune and success. Maybe it would be best if this was all temporary, if she didn't end up marrying Elvis. Y/n didn't want to be trapped in that miserable life. Obviously, she would have anything she wanted supposing she stuck by Elvis' side. Clothes, diamonds and pearls, cooks and maids all working for her, all taking care of her. She wouldn't have to worry about a thing ever again.

Y/n had to slightly shake her head in order to push away that thought. No way was she going to abandon her career and independece for wealth and comfort. She had promised herself she would never do such a thing. Never. Y/n knew she was too smart and too hard-working to go to waste. No man could ever make her change her mind, even the charming Elvis Presley.

"What is that lil' brain of yours thinking over there, Littl'un?" Elvis' eyebrow lifted slightly in curiosity and amusement.

"Nothin' just how amazing today was, hun" Y/n tried to smile as nonchalatly as she could.

"Now, don't lie to me, baby- You were staring out that window like some damn lost puppy" Elvis got suddenly too serious for Y/n's liking, his protective side taking over. She couldn't deny the fact that his overprotectiveness was attractive, which made her mind lose focus from the current situation.

"It's fine, I tell ya, Elvis-"

"Aw hell!" He exclaimed as if he realized something important "The Colonel wasn't mean to ya or somethin', was he? He didn't bother you?"

"I- um-" Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Was this the right time to mention the movies the Colonel had told her all about? "No, hun, we just talked is all"

"Just talked? You sure about that?" Elvis narrowed his pretty blue eyes as if he was waiting for Y/n to crack and spill all of her darkest secrets.

"Yes, Elvis, just talked" Y/n laughed slightly to try to lighten the mood, which seemed to work since his gaze softened "Don't be so tore up about it- I'm a big girl I can fend for myself, hmm?"

"Yeah, you're right, I- I- I- I'm sorry Littl'un- I'll tell ya what, how about we don't go out tonight, we stay in, just you and me, eh?" He rubbed circles on her knee, finally making her headspace quieten down

"Sounds lovely, E" Y/n couldn't be more grateful that he didn't question her any further. This was a problem for another day, she wouldn't worry about it anymore.

Right?

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 22 days

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Ep. 10 "Identity Crisis" and Ep. 11 "Point of No Return" Review

Oh wow guys, those two episodes were rough. Definitely went places I didn't expect, but I was overall satisfied. It makes me hate the Empire and Hemlock even more though. Hemlock is such a twisted and sick man. He's right up there with Tarkin and Palpatine for most disturbing Imperial imo.

Anyways, let's dive in! Per usual, spoilers below

I wasn't expecting Emerie as a focus tbh. However, it was actually pretty interesting. Ever since we met her in season 2, the mystery around her and her purpose have been kept in the background. But I must say, getting to see her POV and her conflict between her loyalties to Hemlock and compassion for others was neat. The way she clearly connects to children and thinks back to her own childhood definitely raises questions for the future. I strongly believe that Emerie is going turn against Hemlock in a final act to save Omega at the cost of her own life. After seeing the children being experimented upon, she was clearly horrified. Emerie also has shown concern for both Crosshair and Omega, with the latter being extra special to her.

Speaking of the children, that was absolutely sickening and heartbreaking to watch. Cad Bane is back in his abduction era, oh yes. (He and Todo act like an old married couple and it’ll never not be funny to me). My heart shattered when both Eva and Jax stated all they wanted to go home. The dark truth is that they never will. Unless Omega and the boys successfully free everyone from Tantiss, then those kids will forever remain prisoners. It just makes me hate Hemlock even more. The children are definitely instrumental in Emerie's change of heart and I think she was meant to be created for the same reason Omega was. However, she failed for some reason. We'll get more lore soon no doubt.

I also found Tarkin's line about Hemlock stealing all the funding to be humorous. It'd be so funny if Hemlock just made the Empire flat out broke.

And yes, it was finally Pabuover. We all knew it was coming, even the Marauder's destruction. However, I do understand some people not feeling as impacted by it because it was in the trailer. Nevertheless, it was still hard to watch. Freaking Cid once again sold the Batch out. That woman better be stuck in a deep, dark hole for all the trouble she caused. Because of her, a beautiful, little family and a lovely island were destroyed. That being said, I'm glad the way they found Pabu was through looking at Phee's recent travel history instead of the "Crosshair sleeper agent" theory. It would've made no sense if that theory was correct because the Empire took their sweet time tracking him if that was the case.

Seeing the Batch say goodbye to Pabu was sad. Omega putting Lula and Tech's goggles in the Archium symbolizes her leaving her childhood behind imo. She can no longer truly be a kid anymore. Pabu was that safe space. However, it is no longer.

It's truly the Batch's darkest hour aside from "Plan 99." Their ship is gone, Wrecker was knocked out, Hunter had a rough landing, Omega is captured, and Crosshair missed...

I had a feeling Omega was going to give herself up, but to see Crosshair miss such a crucial shot, a shot which would've led the Batch straight to Tantiss, was brutal. He's never going to forgive himself. And how will he explain this to Hunter and Wrecker? Cross went along with Omega's plan and now there trust in him will waver. And the look on his face when he pleads with her to not go through with the plan broke me. That man loves her with every fiber of his being. I swear, Jennifer will be hearing from me soon. Omega doesn’t even know he missed which will also be devastating (but it opens the door for Emerie to save the day).

I knew a moment like that could happen, but to see it hit different. Crosshair had no choice. He was being shot at and out of time. It was now or never. I sincerely hope that he and Hunter don’t argue for the majority of the next episode. Ideally, Hunter will recognize that Cross was backed into a corner and that he what he needs is therapy and hugs, not more yelling.

(Also, why did Crosshair’s imperial theme play for like two seconds? Was it warning us about the shot?)

And then there’s CX-2. Man he’s hard to get rid of, isn’t he? I am so convinced he’s Tech at this point. It was his word choice that clued me in. But with 4 episodes to go, I wonder how they’re going to pull this reveal off, especially if it is Tech. We’ll see.

Btw, I’m so glad they didn’t kill Batcher. The dog is very important you know.

That’s all for now! See yall next week and we can cry some more!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers #tbb speculation #royce hemlock #wilhuff tarkin #emerie karr #cx 2 #cad bane

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💙 hi and welcome to my ted talk about the latest episodes of what if, please read through (3) 💙

First of all. Why is season 2 so...happy?

I'm not complaining. Marvel has enough sad stories for a lifetime, but I found that, instead of exploring demises, we're now seeing victories. Old villains find their insight and become heroes (Hela, Nebula, Gamora) and lives are influenced for the better, earlier on (Peter Quill, Bucky, Hope).

It might be nothing.

But I think it's something.

You know what season 2 of what if comes right after? Season 2 of Loki. And, as you'll see at the end of this post, their colors are making themselves known.

Could it be that, from his throne, Loki got sick of watching sad stories and seeing worlds die? There is a chance, I don't know how plausible, but there is, that he's influencing all that we saw this season. A little hope here, a little time there, and, using their free will, everyone gets a second chance.

That, or Uatu felt bad for us and wanted to gift us in honor of New Year being in 1-2 days. Do tell me if you have additions on that.

If I had to bet on something, it would be the overall fan reaction to the opening scene. I screamed, yes. Did they expect us to see Loki's name there in the subtitles and be totally chill about it?

"To be or not to be, that is the question"

I can totally see Tom having this idea for the opening scene: just Loki reciting Hamlet, and altough to his brother's bordedom, acting from Shakespeare. And it was the best idea he could have.

It's a missable detail, but Thor mentions Mjölnir! And you know how? As a gift...for Loki!

He responds to that with "I...have misplaced it" which is, yeah, typical, but how do you just lose Mjölnir, Loki? The idea, however, is that he'd be able to lift it, which I would have loooved to see on screen. But this was fun to have too.

And the response to Captain Carter's "You're a bigger drama queen than your brother" (talking to Thor)?? 😭

"Blessed"

Can we also point out how insane it is that after just being stripped from her home in an unknown world, Peggy still wanted to help?

She not only has a hero's soul, she is that brave as to turn down The Watcher's warnings and offers to take her back safe. And remember, not everyone can hear Uatu as he narrates. But she can, sometimes.

"What if, what if, what if. I have to try."

"Not on my watch"

This ambition of hers, is, of course, given by her humanity too. But that's not only a bad thing. The Watcher's all knowing, his experience of seeing worlds die everyday, has made him unsensible (from our point of view). That's not the case for Peggy.

Amidst all her adventures, however, perhaps she's also searching to avenge the love she lost, searching for her happy ending. In the movie Endgame, I have to admit she felt optional, like Steve wasn't meant to be there with her. But not now.

I wish The Watcher told her she has a happy ending somewhere.

I don't know about you, but this episode...is my favourite ever from the series. It used to be the Strange Supreme one, but that's on the second place of the podium now.

We got to see queen Hela, drama prince/ actor Loki, king Thor. Bucky, NOT the Winter Soldier, and Steve, finally on the same page! Scarlet Witch!! Using her powers for good, not corrupted. All of them in cool costumes too. If things like these were on live action, I'd lose my f- mind, if I haven't already. :))

And now the green. The "rifts" that are tearing this world apart are very familiar in color.

And this is not the only thing that's turning green, when it used to be multi-colored. The prism, too, the one from which The Watcher watches and narrates. And I'm not talking about the Time Stone. I'm talking about the tree of life, and how it might actually have a serious impact over everything. I mean, does Uatu know anything? And what was that decorated Yggradsil in the trailer, before the holidays?

Nevertheless, I think it's related in some way, and if it's not, don't blame me. I really like green.

That being said, thanks for reading <3

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I wrote an Anxiety x Ennui fanfic

It's about my Russian Reality AU, so don't be wondered abt the names.

Rating: G/PG/idk how to rate Categories: F/F (Ennui is a girl here) Tags: OOC, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, AU, Drabble, Romance

Everything's under the cut!

In Raisa's head everything was as usual.

No, of course, with her growth, many things changed in the Headquarters. There are new emotions, a new remote control, a new… design? Who would know what it's called. And the biggest changes occurred at the age of sixteen - emotions received names, ordinary, human ones.

Of course, not everyone liked it. Fear, Anger and Anxiety, the current Sasha, Gosha and Tanya, were clearly not happy with such innovations, and the former Disgust, who was now called Bogdana, did not like this. But you get used to everything - and they got used to it.

Everyone got used to it except Tanya.

In fact, she was always nervous. Not like Sasha, a little different. She wasn't afraid of everything, she didn't make lists of dangers - she just felt bad for no reason.

But she was always at peace with one emotion, and that emotion was Tonya - the former Ennui.

Tonya was not nervous. She wasn't emotional at all, although that's an oxymoron. Her face usually didn't express anything, she was calm, and maybe just a little sad. But she sometimes - very rarely - smiled when she held Tanya’s hand.

And Tanya smiled too.

But one day she did not leave her room in the morning, and Tonya could not help but worry. This was a new feeling for her - it was somehow very painful. Tonya couldn't do anything about it. She went to the door, knocked, and listened. She heard only quiet sobs and soft footsteps. The door opened slightly.

" Tonya… Is it you?"

" Yes, it's me, don’t worry. What has happened with you?"

“Come in…” Tanya opened the door wider, looking at her friend from below. “I don’t want anyone else to hear about this.”

Tonya slipped into the room. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn—nothing could be seen. But there was a night light hanging on the wall near the bed, warmly illuminating a piece of space.

Tanya sat down on the bed, pulled Tonya there and buried herself in her shoulder. Confidentially, and with such bitterness that even a piece of concrete would be moved. But Tonya just didn’t understand anything yet - nevertheless, she patted her friend on the back, trying to calm her down as best she could.

“You see, I…” Orange emotion sniffed, her big green eyes filled with tears again. "I'm so, you know, useless. Everyone around helps Raisa with living, everyone has something good, but I… I’m only turning our girl’s life into a nightmare. Maybe it would be better without me…"

Antonina was taken aback. What could have pushed Tanya to such thoughts? Why did she, nervous, but seemingly holding on to the positive with all her might, suddenly turn out to be so broken, so unhappy?

In any case, all Tonya could do was comfort the emotion close to her.

"Hey, listen… You're not useless, okay? You're not harming anyone. You and Sasha work together, right? You protect Raisa from dangers. Both from a real threat, and simply from looking stupid. And you play a big role in this."

The words came out of her head slowly, barely, like melted toffee, but, fortunately, Tonya managed to somehow form these thoughts into words.

However, to her surprise, Tanya bursted into tears even more.

"Tonya… Thank you, thank you so much, you have no idea how… How important this is for me! You see, and also, also… You… I… I love you, very much!"

There was an awkward silence in the room, but Tonya's mind seemed incredibly noisy. Everything somehow fell into place, maybe. She just realized what this mysterious feeling really was, tearing her usually icy heart apart every time they were close. From their very first appearance, then Ennui was always next to Anxiety, supporting somehow - even if not very skillfully, but still.

"…"I understand. I love you too. That was what I felt all the time, you know… It's a good feeling. I don't know if I should feel it, but it definitely won't make it worse." "Y-you… Really?! I’m so glad, Tonya, this is the best day of my life!"

How quickly Tanya changed. Now she looked like a firework.

"So, well, what should we do next? What… Do people who love each other usually do?"

"Don't know." Tonya spoke honestly. "But we can… Sit like this for a while. And then go have breakfast, you’re very late. Everything will be fine… Let's drink tea. With sandwiches."

Tanya smiled, nodded and pressed herself closer to Tonya.

They are unlikely to be missed, and the day is still so long.

And in Raisa’s head everything is as usual.

#inside out #inside out 2 #inside out anxiety #inside out ennui #inside out fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #inside out fanfiction #anxiety x ennui #disney pixar

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50calmadeuce · 5 months

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Ch. 1: Home

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It was a scorching summer day in Austin, Texas. You were dressed in a light gray tank top beneath a short-sleeved gray plaid button-up shirt, paired with blue jeans and a set of gray cowboy boots. Your dirty blonde hair was neatly tucked into a French braid, concealed beneath a well-worn gray baseball cap and your silver-blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of mirrored silver aviator sunglasses.

You leisurely walked through the crowd, savoring the creamy mint chocolate chip ice cream on the cone.

As you strolled along, you took in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. Vendors called out their wares, colorful stores and restaurants lined the streets, and the aroma of various foods filled the air. It was a lively scene, and the coolness of the ice cream against the warmth of the day was a delightful contrast.

You had just flown in last night and it wasn't because you wanted to, you had to. Your brother called the previous afternoon and delivered the somber news of your mother's passing. Luckily, you managed to secure an evening flight to Austin in order to be with your family.

You took a deep breath, releasing it in a heavy sigh. It had been a decade since you last set foot in your hometown, and the urban hustle and bustle were certainly not something you missed.

Glancing at your watch, you noted that it was three o'clock in the afternoon. The night had been spent at the hotel, and the morning consumed by the somber task of finalizing your mother's arrangements at the funeral home. However, you remained uncertain whether you were emotionally prepared to return to the place you once called home.

Taking another deep breath, you set out towards the hotel where the rented truck awaited your journey back home.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin was outside his parent's home in rural Texas, tending to a section of fencing when his mom approached him. He had taken some leave time from his job with the Navy to come home and check on things.

"Jake?"

"Yes, Momma?"

"I need you to drive over to the Atherton Ranch. I just got word that Doris passed away the other day."

Jake looked at her as he continued to work on the fence. "That's terrible."

"I know. Well, you know James has been running the ranch for awhile now and I know you remember him."

He nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." How could he forget? James was his ex-girlfriend's brother. He set down the tools he was using and took off his work gloves. He glanced at his mother with a solemn expression. The news about Doris was certainly sad, but it brought back a flood of memories from his time with his ex-girlfriend. He had actually been to Atherton Ranch to help James out a few times, and also to see if his ex had been around, but he hadn't seen or spoken to her in years, and the prospect of returning to the Atherton Ranch brought a mixture of emotions. What if she was actually home? Nevertheless, he nodded in acknowledgment.

"I'll just finish this up and head over there, Momma," he replied, his voice steady. He knew that despite the complexities of the situation, paying his respects was the right thing to do.

"Thank you. I'd do it myself, but I'm knee-deep in this pie for the fair. And there's a casserole for you to take along, so be sure to swing by the house."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She began to make her way back towards the house, but then paused and turned back to face him. "And Jake?"

He met her gaze.

"Y/N hasn't been seen or heard from since the last time you were home." With that, she pivoted again and headed back towards the house.

You drove along the dusty, winding dirt road, approaching the ranch that held many memories. The two-story house, constructed of wood and stone, gradually came into view, as did the matching large barn with the large black fancy looking 'A' on it. As you drew nearer, the cowboys in the training pen caught sight of your vehicle and paused their work, casting curious glances your way to see who was arriving.

You parked the truck in front of the garage and stepped out, feeling the weight of all eyes on you. Fortunately, you were no stranger to being the center of attention in a room full of men.

"Y/N?" a male voice called from the back porch.

Turning towards the voice, you met a pair of silver-blue eyes, so much like your own.

"Hi, James," you greeted as you closed the truck door and made your way towards the porch.

"I wasn't sure if you'd gotten the message."

"You lucked out. I was in town that day and I heard it come over the radio." You slowly started up the steps.

Standing at an imposing six foot three, James Atherton exuded the quintessential image of a rancher. He was clad in well-worn jeans, sturdy cowboy boots, a blue shirt with a t-shirt underneath, and his gaze pierced through from beneath his tan Stetson that also covered his dirty blond hair.

"I wasn't even sure if you were going to come."

"I'm here, aren't I?" You halted in front of him. "Took care of the funeral arrangements this morning. They'll be out here on Saturday."

"I know. They called."

You shot him a look. "Wait a minute. So you already knew I was home?"

He shot back that mischievous grin he used to wear when getting you both into trouble as kids. You couldn't help but grin back.

"You ass."

He extended his arms, and you willingly stepped into a warm embrace.

"Welcome home," he said, holding you close.

"Thanks," you replied, a genuine smile on your face as you pulled away.

"Griff has your room all set up."

"Griff is still around?"

"He's not planning on leaving anytime soon. Come on, let's get you settled."

James draped his arm around your shoulders, and the two of you entered the house together.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x you #glen powell #hangman top gun #top gun maverick hangman #hangman #hangman fanfic #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick

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quirkle2 · 25 days

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THAT GORE IS SOOOO GOOD!! PEAK WRITING IF YOU ASK ME TBH (i love feral zombie mobu, he has my heart) will you be publishing your zombie au oneshots on ao3 or just here on tumblr?

also one last question (or not. >:D), how was zombie mob's dynamic/relationship with tome tho? i assume in this au that they didn't know each other before mob got turned? did they form some sort of relationship in a way that he eventually start to recognize her? or did mob stayed seeing her only as a stranger :o

- 🪻 (i think i'm just gonna go by this emoji from now :3)

WAHHHH TY SM,,,

ill prolly just stuck to tumblr for the one shots! i usually like to stick to longer stuff for ao3, so tumblr it is

and yes, mob Does grow to recognize tome as a friend instead of a stranger! it's a bit of a weird dynamic at first, bc when tome meets ritsu, the boys r separated. ritsu is adamant that zombie mob isnt violent, but tome begs to differ...

when tome led mob away from ritsu so she could get him back to the settlement, she ended up tying him to a random utility pole w rope from ritsu's bag she totally rifled through. in any other circumstance she'd prolly just let the patrol guards kill him, but mob is the one that got her attention and Led her to a sick ritsu, and she finds that they're traveling together.. (their labeled water bottles in ritsu's bag is the biggest sign; saliva can infect u so ritsu has to be careful abt not drinking after mob) this zombie is Behaving Strangely and tome is too curious abt this wack ass setup they've got goin to just,, let this zombie die or wander off. the only method she has of keeping him in one place is to tie him somewhere :/

zombie mob doesnt seem to rly care at first, he's just worried abt ritsu, but then when tome doesnt come back for a bit ??? the next morning when she returns (with food and water for him !) he is vicious toward her. he cant do anything tied up like he is, but he's constantly snapping his teeth at her, hissing and spitting and snarling, and trying to wiggle free

all that mob knows if that he tried to get help from this girl, ritsu is gone now, and he's tied to a pole. that pisses him off and all his addled brain can rly process is that ritsu is In Danger somewhere he cant get to. and in tome's perspective, this strange kid she saved has been traveling with a fucking demon, but somehow isnt infected.they checked. he's miraculously not

when ritsu is well enough to hold a convo, tome tells him she has his zombie friend safe somewhere, bc even in his delirium ritsu was mumbling abt his brother (tome voice ah! they're brothers... inchresting i see the resemblance if i remove the horrid eyebags from mob's face). ritsu says mob is an extremely docile zombie by default. tome says he's literally one of the most vicious ones she's ever seen. neither of them believe each other and ritsu is convinced she has the wrong zombie and that mob is still out there somewhere, wandering the settlement grounds just Asking for a patrol to kill him

when ritsu is better, she sneaks him outta the settlement to see his brother. as soon as tome comes around the corner of mob's sad little Utility Pole home he gets riled up and starts snarling, but when another figure follows behind her, he Instantly settles. he sees ritsu's face, still a bit pale but otherwise alive, and every alarm bell in mob's head is cleared and he relaxes like a switch in him was flipped

ritsu saw that viciousness for a split second tho, and is Shocked by it. nevertheless ritsu is so relieved he's okay, so he basically rushes at mob and envelopes him in a Hug and tome watches this, kinda stunned. the way his brother instantly settles in the hold ?? maybe ritsu Was right, in his eyes... maybe being around ritsu just calms mob down, so ritsu's only seen his tame side

tome joins the gang after that (her joining might seem strange, given she hasnt much of a motive, but trust me, for tome, getting to study this enigma of a dynamic is basically her dream. also she has a backstory that motivates her more but im not getting into that now). and it's very odd how mob seems to,,, be largely ok w her now ?

she thought it'd be difficult, given his obvious hatred of her after their first meeting, but it seems that her eventually bringing back ritsu erased most of the distrust there. he's typically pretty cool w her around; the only times he gets testy is when she shoves ritsu around when they're bullying each other. after all this time of walking w a gentle ritsu alone, mob doesnt rly know the difference between fun roughhousing and actually hurting each other, so he typically growls at her lowly until she stops

later on in the journey, he shows genuine trust in tome, particularly after moments where she saves him or ritsu from getting shot. and way later on, when tome is in trouble, mob even attacks another zombie to keep them away from her

eventually he sees her as part of the gang, and tome sees him as less of a Vicious Monster and more of what he actually is; somebody's brother that is sick, and is one of the only zombies in existence that is actually being taken care of and accommodated for

#qktalks #anon #zombie au #for a while tome thinks ritsu is just fucking crazy #and . yaknow she's not Wrong #but after a while of traveling w him... she sees how much ritsu loves mob. and she starts to Get it #ritsu is so patient and gentle w him.he gets frustrated obviously everybody does but #most of the time he's just as nice as he's always been to mob. and he doesnt treat him any lesser #it's So different than Anything tome has ever seen. she's used to people killing zombies ruthlessly #and that's not due to a lack of ruthlessness on ritsu's part. tome is Very sure of that #ritsu is very much capable of displaying extreme violence. he just saves his wild moments for the uninfected #sorry i rambled a bit here. also ty for the ask i had a bit of a shitty day and this brightened it a lil :]

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hi 💓 your ouabh posts were actually the reason why i finally started reading this series, so thank you! i just finished reading acftl for true love a few days ago and absolutely loved it. i was actually surprised when i found out that some people were disappointed with acftl because i thought it was a perfect conclusion to the series. i love it so so much. however, i think stephanie garber just struggles with concluding her series in general because i read the caraval series a few years ago and thought finale was sort of a weak conclusion? i do think acftl was definitely an improvement from finale but i think stephanie just doesn’t know how to wrap up her series. nevertheless, acftl was still so amazing.

another thing that i was so surprised to see with this fandom is that there are people who actually ship tellajacks. i remember reading caraval and thinking that their relationship felt so forced and toxic. jacks clearly does not care for tella and throughout the whole caraval series, all he does is care about himself. it is a bit strange to see that people thought he actually loved tella when all he did was simply love the idea of finally breaking his curse.

ALSO i saw people were disappointed that jacks didn’t give a huge love confession in acftl. to be honest, he does not seem like the person to give a long speech like that so i wasn’t expecting that from him. however, i was so shocked that he said “i love you” to eva. saying i love you to someone is a such a huge thing to say someone, and i think some readers do not understand how important that phrase is, especially when it’s coming from jacks. i thought his love confession was perfect and so romantic.

their first kiss was also so perfect, and it makes me kind of sad to see that some people were disappointed with that scene as well. the way jacks was so careful and gentle during that scene is a stark contrast to the scenes we got of him in the caraval series. in caraval, he was reckless and wild. but with eva, he was sooo careful, and i think that really reflects how he has changed through the five books. also, when he dropped his heart because he couldn’t help kissing her back 🥹 i swooned.

i think what makes evajacks so special and sets them apart from stephanie’s other ships in the caraval universe is that we got to see their relationship develop. it wasn’t insta-love or forced. we actually got to see how both eva and jacks started to truly care for each other and fall in love. it felt so natural. eva and jacks would simply do anything for each other, and i think their love is so beautiful.

that's so sweet, i'm so glad to hear it. 🥰 thank you for sharing your thoughts with me.

i very much agree. in one of my analyzes i talked about how evajacks were privileged in a certain way, as they had a very conclusive ending. they are together, they love each other, they are living together and stupidly in love. i mean, it's more than the other sg couples have had so far. i don't think caraval's ending is bad, but it's so abrupt that it feels like there's really a lack of content there. it doesn't really feel like an ending.

it's very surprising to me to even look back and see that people actually liked tellajacks. 😅 i believe this is largely due to jacks' charm and humor, but there is no romance, much less a love triangle, since tella only thinks about the legend throughout the two books in which she is admittedly the protagonist.

i almost didn't expect an ''i love you'' either. i really like this confession of his, i think it suits the character a lot. you know, coming from jacks, especially, this is huge and really shows how he was just madly in love with eva, from my perspective.

YES, HE BEING CAREFUL! it's really a wonderful contrast to when he kissed tella to manipulate and kill her, again showing us how much he, above all, cares for evangeline, how much he loves her. he was so insecure, so scared of losing her and almost went crazy when he thought he had killed her. it's such a cute detail that stephanie added, i even think it was one of the reasons why she chose not to make evajacks' kiss so urgent at first. (although they both get excited in the middle of the kiss and things get hotter! 🤭)

it was so beautiful to see the evajacks falling in love, despite all the odds. they are the greatest couple we have! 😭❤️

#evajacks #ouabh #tbona #acftl #jacks prince of hearts

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I’d also add the show completely wrote off Rhaenyra’s misery in regards to her first marriage. Viserys doesn’t marry Laena, he choose love over duty, now his daughter has to pay for HIS mistakes. Viserys forced her and threatened her to disowned her if she didn’t go along with it. Laenor being by her side doing childbirth was him keeping appearances, not him being bffs.

Rhaenyra also never got to name her first children. Jacaerys and Lucerys aren’t traditional Targaryen names, Corlys named them, and Laenor named Joffrey after his lover. Her husband and father-in-law made those decisions and it’s quite tragic. It’s impossible not to feel bad for Rhaenyra for not being allowed to name her own children.

*EDITED POST* (12/2/23)

You: "Laenor being by her side doing childbirth was him keeping appearances, not him being bffs."

That's a very different take than what I'm used to hearing, and I can see how one could think this PLUS I agree to a certain extent.

This is the account of their marriage ("A Question of Succession"):

On the one hand, he must live with the knowledge that his sexuality is just tolerated and he has to nevertheless hide his lovers, unlike a straight lord who could openly go around with their female mistress. Still, he's seen as having "unnatural" urges, or at least desires that are deviant from the "normal" ones. Not quite the man Westerosi wants to exist. There's always a lingering pressure or compulsion to be ashamed of that. Laenor can also go anywhere he pleases without having to look over their kids as much as Rhaenyra would be expected to even as a noblewoman/royal. And yes, all her first 3 kids' names are either traditionally Velaryon or names she herself, independently, would not have likely chosen.

I think that Laenor AND Rhaenyra still had a better shot together than most other people or option of partners (except Daemon & maybe Harwin, and for Laenor of course any man he may desire) in that balance of political-emotional needs. He was not imposing on her and that in itself is supportive of her authority as heir. She didn't restrain him with that power as she technically could have. And he showed up when he was most needed, whereas I don't know if another nobleman would be willing to (even the gay ones, men with aristocratic power can still be men with entitlements, as modern gay men can still be very misogynist against women [Bebe Rexha; those men who just touch a woman's breasts, butt, etc "just bc they are not attracted"; those who criticize a woman for not being "glamorous enough" as if the woman/women need to be aesthetically pleasing 24/7 to be considered worthy enough to be admired or supported, celebrity or ordinary woman]). Again, except Harwin & Daemon. This might be the bare minimum to us, but with our knowledge of how men frequently do not meet the bare minimum AND how Rhaenyra just needs certain things to go right, it is a--not quite a "success" story so much as "could have been worse" story--for her to be married to Laenor of all people. Unfortunately, that is how the system failed her and him, and she had to meet the needs of her circumstances at some level or lose her agency and whatever power she could/did have. At the same time, yes, there could still be a lot of bitterness for this "bare minimum" being all they have plus Laenor being too distant.

We don't know for sure 100% that Corlys wasn't the one to order and put more pressure on Laenor to be with Rhaenyra at the times when he was most needed, but from how Laenor refused to pretend he & Rhaenyra were a "normal couple" outside of those events, I think he independently and willingly wanted to help her out, loved their kids, and did spend some noncourt time with her but that is was as uncommon as the ice cream truck coming into one's neighborhood until years (6) later when his kids are in danger.

Going back to her kids' names, I think that it is pretty sad that she couldn't give her kids' Targ names not because she had to use the Velaryons for herself and those kids' futures. Even if she married some hypothetical Targ, she'd at least have kids w/Targ names. And if she married anyone else, it's likely that she'd have Andal names for them because it's usually the husband who names the kids from all the times I've seen it mentioned in ASoIaF/F&B/AWoIaF. Therefore, I think that for all noblewomen (we don't know the case for commonborn people), it's sad how they don't usually get to name their own children. Perhaps some do participate in the naming process and deliberation, but again, that's not mentioned.

At the same time, it's also possible that Rhaenyra advocated for Laenor to name their last child after his dead lover, bc I know Corlys would have tried to push for naming Joffrey a Velaryon name. It's possible that after Laenor helped her out, she decided to give him this, which honestly is still generous of her. But, again, I can't be 100% sure.

HOWEVER, yes Rhaenyra was more unhappy with her marriage to Laenor and the whole thing was indicative of her lack of enough control. And none of this means they were bosom friends, there's just too much of that forcedness and Laenor's absences for that to occur.

#asoiaf asks to me #rhaenyra and laenor #rhaenyra targaryen #laenor velaryon #fire and blood characters #hotd characterization #book vs tv comparisons #asoiaf

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