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nascentwaves · 10 months
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"You want my raw meat too, hm? I've got plenty for ya."
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laurashapiro-noreally · 4 months
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Good Omens S2 fic recs
Need something good to read?
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it's written all over by @et-in-arkadia, who never fails to grab me by the throat. Aziraphale comes back that very night and gives Crowley exactly what he wants...sort of. (E)
A Million Times by @chamyl. A breathless, tender reconciliation with excellent Muriel in. (E)
Not for All My Little Words by @mia-ugly and soft_october. For everyone who wants to see Aziraphale apologize. A lot. (E)
I'll Wait by @copperplatebeech. Could've chosen any of a dozen of Copper's sharp, shrewd pieces. Whether you like them funny, aching, hot, or tender, she's got your number -- often all at once. This one's (T)
A Bit of a Gray Area by @princip1914. Look, I for one was waiting for bad angry standing-up sex in a bathroom. The fact that it's one of my favorite authors providing it is the icing on my eccles cakes. (E)
(Do eccles cakes have icing? Is the E in eccles capitalized? I am not doing research for this Tumblr post.)
Five First Kisses And One [5+1 Things] by @werpiper. If you need to believe that there were many kisses before That One, this is a great story to enjoy, and if you need to believe they were banging through history, @werpiper is a great writer to get acquainted with. (E)
in the french fashion by @giddygeek. Were you wanting that 1941 "something I can do for you" hot, romantic, in-character, and intellectually intriguing? Step right up. (E)
the soft animal of your body by @focusfixated. A short but powerful take on the ox rib situation. (E)
An Invitation to Dance by @lavraiemonchichi. Another short take. What if the apology dance, but kinky? (E)
Covenant of Salt by @twwings. Make it long, make it deep, do it in the dark. Hard, complicated like fine wine. Yeah, that's the way I like it. Get acquainted with twings, she's dynamite in this or any other fandom (ask me about her MCU novel!).(E)
the two shepherds of uruk by @inkatesbush. WHAT a story, OMG. A slow burn in the context of the Tower of Babel. These two hardly know one another, but they'll learn, oh, they'll learn. Agile prose, storytelling like a blow to the solar plexus. (E)
White on White by @twilightcitysky. What could be a more appropriate erotic awakening for Aziraphale than a sad wank in Heaven? Well, I could tell you, but you'd have more fun if you read this story and its sequels. (E)
The Butterfly Effect by @plaidadder. A master storyteller at the top of their game, this Doctor Who crossover works even if you don't know Doctor Who and aren't excited about crossovers. Why? Because what could be more satisfying than putting Aziraphale and Crowley in a time loop until they work out their nonsense? I'll tell you what: humor, stunningly romantic prose, Revelations-inspired eldritch horrors, and happy endings for everyone. (T)
Have fun and don't forget to leave comments!
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sprout-fics · 8 months
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If it weren't for Gaz, the 141 would starve, and I mean that.
They're military dudes, active service military dudes who spend a considerable time in the field. They subsist off of snacks they packed in their bags and MREs and supply drops. When they get back to base they eat at the base cafeteria or do some takeout if they feel like it. They hardly ever cook for themselves.
When they go on leave, they fend for themselves in terms of food. Price is fine. He knows exactly 5 recipes, which includes pot roast that he does exclusively for special occasions, and a shepherds pie that turns out a little different each time. He oversalts everything, to the point where Gaz gags a little about it.
Ghost is so used to MREs he literally eats very similar things when he's home alone. Man exists of protein shakes and power bars and beans and toast. He will literally microwave beans as opposed to putting them on a stove. He firmly believes anything is edible if you put HP sauce on it. Gaz is horrified when he sees Ghost put HP sauce on 2 week old leftover unseasoned chicken and shrug.
Soap, however, is a menace. He tries to cook and ends up with a smoke filled apartment instead. It's not that he can't read the recipe, t's that he's constantly taking shortcuts and ends up creating potions instead. He will purposefully seek out bad food combinations just to try it. He is the man that pours the extra cup of oil into the brownie recipe and then slathers on icing on top to make it edible. He sends pics to the group chat and Gaz begs him to not eat it.
Gaz, in my opinion, was raised by his mom and two older sisters, and they refused to let him move out unless he learned basic cooking skills. He's not the best chef by any means but he can at least cook a casserole without ruining the pan and causing a base-wide incident the way Soap does, and it will be far more edible than any of Price's cooking. He does not let Ghost in the kitchen after the last microwave bean incident
It gets to the point where if the team has to hole up somewhere for a week they will resort to begging Gaz to cook because they are out of MREs and they're sick of takeout and Soap's blood pressure will rise again if he has to endure Price's oversalted food which he continues to say he doesn't see the problem with. Gaz can make chicken and rice and the team will sit back in their chairs and declare they can't think of the last time they had such a good meal. Gaz just thanks the stars at least one of them knows how to make sure they don't starve.
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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hiii! so i’ve just recently started reading ur work and i love it sm ur amazing! so i just wanted to request smth and it’s a little random but i was wondering if you could do something with remus/james where reader gets uncomfortable around drunk ppl bc that’s how i am because of some things in the past so maybe she gets uncomfortable and he gets kinda protective? sorry that was a lot but if u don’t write this rhats perfectly fine i just wanted to say i love your work!🩷
Thanks lovely <33
James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 825 words
Really, you ought to know better than to walk around this part of town on a weekend night. You’d just wanted a pint of ice cream so badly, and this is the nearest store with the kind you like. You hadn’t thought it through, how these would be the peak hours for the bars that line the majority of the street, how the sidewalks would fill with too-loud patrons laughing and stumbling about. 
It’s not that you really even feel unsafe. The area is too crowded for most of the men to try anything, and James is with you to deter anything like that anyway. It’s just…a lot. The slurred shouts, and the unpredictable movements, and the stink of vomit. 
James drifts closer to you, taking your hand to help guide you through the crowd. He knows how you feel about drunk people. Even him and his friends, who you love and know would never intentionally make you uncomfortable, feel odd to be around after they’ve been drinking. 
James glances over at you. “You good?” 
“Yeah.” You do your best to appear less tense, smiling at him. “Thanks.” 
He gives your hand a light squeeze, moving the both of you this way and that to avoid groups that have stagnated or slowed on the sidewalk. You can’t help but stare as a girl a few paces ahead of you falls onto her bum on the curb, laughing deliriously as her friends try to help her back up. There’s a group of boys in front of you with their arms linked over each other’s shoulders, open drink containers in several of their hands as they mosey down the sidewalk, singing out of tune and at seemingly different parts of the same song. If you were one of them, it would probably all seem funny and lighthearted to you, too. There’s nothing nefarious about this; they’re just people enjoying a Friday night. And still, you can’t help but feel awkward and on edge around them. 
You feel the shock of cold before you know what’s happened, freezing liquid streaming down your shirt. You gasp and flinch into James on instinct, and the drunken man follows you inadvertently, his now empty beer bottle tipped over your shoulder and his weight pressing into you as he tries to hold himself up on nonfunctioning legs. 
James’ hand skims over your upper back as he moves around to your other side, taking the guy by the shoulders and lifting him off of you. The man starts to babble angrily, but James only gives him one of his easy smiles. You’d have to really know him to be able to tell he doesn’t mean it. 
“Easy, mate,” he says, delivering the man back to his group of friends behind you. His tone changes slightly when he addresses them, still friendly but with a slightly harder edge. “Keep track of your friend, yeah?”
The group of boys says various things in the affirmative, but James has already turned away. He shepherds you over to the wall of the closest building, out of the flow of foot traffic, and puts himself between you and the people passing by. 
“Shit, sweetheart,” he says, taking off the flannel he’s wearing over his t-shirt. “He really spilled all over you. Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” you say, though you really are very cold now. You take James’ flannel without complaint, shrugging it on. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”  
“So fucking irresponsible,” he huffs, shaking his head as he adjusts the thick fabric to cover the wet streak down the side of your shirt. “I mean, who lets their mate get that sloppy and then walk around by themselves? I could never do that.” 
You smile at him. “I know you couldn’t, Jamie. You’re a good friend.” 
He grins back at you, taking you under his arm as you begin walking towards the store again. It looks casual, a boyfriend with his arm slung loosely over his girl’s shoulders, but you can feel the tension in his bicep as he keeps you close, maneuvering you carefully through the crowd. 
“I think those guys were just too drunk to keep track of him,” you go on. “Not everyone can have as good a friend as you.” 
James scoffs, but you don’t let him dodge the compliment. 
“I’m serious.” You bump his hip lightly. “I bet none of those guys would have given me their jacket when it was this chilly out. You’re one in a million.” 
“Great,” James says. “So now my accolades are that I don’t let my friends fall all over people when they’re drunk and I give pretty girls my jacket when they’re soaking wet in the cold.” You’re looking ahead of you, but you can hear the eye roll in his voice even as he presses a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Your bar’s frighteningly low, angel. We’re gonna have to work on that.”
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ginis-wonderland · 3 months
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midnight treat
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pairing: dad!simon riley
summary: returning home at midnight after a long day in the base, simon needs to eat but after his baby joins him, he can never say no to ice cream.
genre: fluff
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the house was quiet when simon arrived home. he locked the door as soon as he stepped foot into their entryway and he tried to not make as much noise by taking off his heavy boots. the balaclava was thrown to the small table that was flushed against the beige wall and his keys were gently placed onto the small ceramic plate that his oldest daughter made a year ago. his stomach grumbled and he sighed, knowing he needed to eat something before bed but it was already so dark and late that he didn't want to. 
all that paperwork was enough to keep him at the base the entire day and he was developing a migraine from reading so much words on the pages. simon just wanted to go to bed and wrap his arms around his wife to sleep. that was it.
the family dog, berk, peeked from the corner of the wall by the stairs and once it saw the familiar face of its dad, it quietly trotted over for attention. simon bends down slightly to rub the german shepherd's head and the man nearly tip-toed his way over to the kitchen. he knew he was a naturally silent walker but with his girls sleeping in the house, he didn't want to risk a screaming newborn and tiny girls running down the stairs past bedtime. he knows how hard it must've been for you to get them all to sleep so he didn't want to ruin your efforts.
he opened the fridge and winced at the bright light so he averted his eyes from it but he saw a tiny figure by the wall, leaning against the corner and rubbing their eye.
"papa?" a small tired voice filled the silent kitchen and simon couldn't help the smile that itched his lips.
"hey, bug," he whispered back. 
the little girl inched her way closer to him, dragging the blankie with her and simon naturally held his hand out for her to grab so he could pull her close. her blonde hair was all over the place and he tried to smooth it down but to no avail. 
"why're you up?" he asks her quietly and she looks up at him with those bright blue eyes, still bleary from sleep.
"heard your car," she answers. simon chuckles at her.
"you should've been sleepin'."
she shakes her head. "can't sleep long time if papa not tuck me in."
wren was his middle child. the daddy's girl of the family. she was only 4 years old and had a 3-year-gap with his oldest and his youngest. she was the baby he got to spend time the most since he took a longer break from work when she was born and only returned a year ago. therefore, she was spoiled with the most attention from her dad and only did things if her dad was there with her, like sleeping.
simon closes the fridge and reaches over to turn on the kitchen light above the island so he could pick her up and sit her on one of the chairs. he mumbles a small apology and a kiss on her chubby red cheeks when she whines at the bright light. he moves to stand opposite from her.
"didja eat yet, papa?" she wonders and rests her chin on the marble island to look at him.
simon didn't sit down but leaned on his elbows in front of her. "not yet. 's why i was lookin' in the fridge."
her eyes lit up. "ice cream! let's eat it together!" she whispered yelled with a grin that showed her missing front teeth.
her father raised an eyebrow. "'t's well past bedtime, missy."
she pouts.
then he sighs.
he could never say no to her.
"i eat ice cream when 'm tired," she argues with her pout still strong on her lips that she inherited from you. 
simon laughs lightly at her response and nods, pushing himself off of the surface. berk wags his tail as he follows his papa to go to a cupboard and quietly pull out two small, colorful bowls that were meant for ice cream and two small spoons. he brings it to the island in front of wren and sets it down gently before turning around to open the freezer and grabbing the vanilla dairy-free ice cream. 
wren's eyes shone and she hurriedly slipped from the chair to go to a drawer to yank the ice cream scooper out then went back to her spot to hold it out to her father.
"smart girl, you are," simon praises with a ruffle of her hair and grabs the scooper. 
she eagerly watches her strong papa glide the metal scooper across the delicious treat and plop a large ball of it on the bowl. he places the spoon on it before gently sliding it over to her.
"remember-"
"don' be messy. got it," she finished for him in a hurry so she can eat.
honestly, simon should eat more than just some ice cream but his wren wanted to eat ice cream together so he will. it wasn't much and definitely nothing special but spending time with his baby was enough to satisfy the grumble in his stomach. 
"were you good today?" he asks and she nods with a grin, carefully setting the spoon down to not make a mess.
"helped mama plant daisies," she gushes. 
"after rolling around in the dirt with berk," a voice startles them both.
simon can hear anyone that was near him before they even speak but his wife, oh boy, she was more of a ghost than he was. 
he gives you a sheepish smile and wren gasps. 
"mama!" she says with a smile then remembers the ice cream which she hurriedly slid over to her father. simon looks at her with an offended expression.
"you little cheat!" he whispers to her and wren gives him an oopsies look.
"sorry, papa. mama is scary when she's upset," she defends.
you cross your arms and walk to stand next to simon's seated form. even sitting, he was the same height as you. 
"good evenin', lovie," he grumbles, pressing a kiss on your cheek that became sticky from the ice cream on his lips.
"it's morning, mister riley," you tutted. 
but simon knew you weren't upset. you had that small twitch in your lips that meant you were fighting back a smile.
he knew seeing him would be enough to erase all questions and irritation.
"and usually, we don't have ice cream for breakfast in this household," you comment.
wren looks at you with a smile. "but we were celebratin' that papa was home!"
finally, a smile breaks free and you chuckle at your daughter's antics. "yes, darling. my apologies. we must celebrate your father's homecoming."
simon wraps an arm around your waist and he pulls you to be closer, your wide eyes looking at him. "bug and i were just havin' a treat. would you like some?" he asks, looking from your eyes to your lips.
you bit your lip before realizing wren was still sitting there so you turn away from his intense stare and smile at your daughter.
"tell you what. you go on to bed and papa will be up there to tuck you in then we'll have chocolate chip pancakes when you wake up," you bargain and she nods eagerly.
"pancakes," she repeats to herself then hauls her blanket up and slides down to the floor. she looks at their dog and she waves him over. "c'mon, berk! let's go to my room!"
the dog quietly barked at her and ran after her.
"no running up the stairs, please!" you call out after her and finally, she disappears around the corner.
simon slides his hand from your waist down to your hips and to your bum to teasingly squeeze it. you swatted him, scandalized while he laughed.
"mister riley!" you gasp and he smiles at you.
"yes, missus riley?" he whispers back.
he leans forward to give you a gentle kiss that evolved into a deep kiss, one that had you cupping his cheeks. you both separated only because of the lack of air and you gasped, foreheads and noses still touching.
"i missed ya today," he grunts and you nodded.
"i missed you too, si."
simon loves the way your lips move as you speak and he feels like he's 18 again when he first saw you enter that shop he worked in. he didn't expect a decade and some change later, you would be married and have children of your own even after he swore to never have a family.
for you, he changed.
and for you, he became better.
you separate from his kiss making him instinctually growl and chase your lips but you leaned back with a giggle. "c'mon. let's go upstairs. we can't risk another child coming down."
simon took no time and hauled you over his shoulder, making you squeal in surprise, before he's marching up those stairs with a mission.
"gonna show you how much i missed you, pretty." 
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gini's notes: ugh, gosh i love simon riley. he is such a girl dad and he defo just wanted an excuse to eat ice cream haha.
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thestylesindependent · 10 months
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When I was being crushed by a crowd of sweaty singing drunks under the Slane stage in 1987 to a soundtrack of David Bowie’s Absolute Beginners, I hadn’t a notion I’d be back one day shepherding three daughters as they went wild for a musical chameleon of their own.
But that’s as it was 37 years later and I found myself draped in the ultimate sign of the times - a moulting feather boa - with 80,000 people around me dancing all night to the best songs ever.
The crowd gathered for Harry’s house party could scarcely have been more different to the one that had stormed the castle last time Lord Henry Mountcharles threw open his gates in 2019 to let tens of thousands of Metallica fans in to bang their heads and pump their fists to raging metal.
This time it was more fluorescent and female and family-friendly.
As the day started, parents hoisted children onto shoulders ahead of the long march from the wildly expensive car parks to the castle gate, following a rainbow trail of boa feathers.
There were stewards offering wrist bands to minors “and to the adults who might get lost at the bar”, the woman policing the table said as she scribbled my name and number on a band for my smallest child.
The road led past blocks of portable toilets where enterprising children sold rolls of toilet paper to anxious looking customers.
When asked about prices a child said they were “only €2″.
For the packet?
“No, per roll.”
They cost the kids 20 cent. The future of the rip-off Republic is in safe hands.
Once inside, the challenge was to find a space to sit for the hours before Harry. Tens of thousands of people were ahead in the race for that space so we struggled to find a patch of grass even three quarters of the way back from the front.
We ended up beside a super-organised group of families who had spread a network of picnic blankets across a small area having arrived at midday, a full two hours before the gates opened.
Dave Ellis from Carlow was the sole man in the group. He’d been sitting for more than two hours by the time we interrupted him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get up,” he said. “I’ve lost the feeling in my legs and I don’t think they work any more.”
He laughed when asked if he was a big Harry Styles fan. “I was kind of roped into coming.”
Roped or not, he’d embraced the Styles spirit with zeal. “I spent last night putting hairspray on the boas to hold them together,” he said. “That is what we were told to do.”
And?
“It didn’t work.”
Beside him was Serena Carney. “We’ve been sitting here for hours and we are not moving,” she said with the firmness of an Irish mammy.
The last time she was here was for Guns and Roses in 1992. “It was a bit a different, I suppose. The atmosphere was different for sure.”
She certainly didn’t have a picnic including feta cheese sprinkled with crumbled bacon at that gig.
We didn’t even have feta in Ireland back then.
Annie Mac took to the stage to play some tunes and if Slane had a roof she’d have lifted it off when she played a snippet of Abba’s Gimme Gimme Gimme (a man after midnight) and started a wild singalong.
Jenny Murphy from Limerick was another concertgoer in the parent trap. “I’m here with my daughters,” she said. “I’m not a big fan. The last time I was here was in 1995 for REM.”
How did then compare with now? “There is a lot more pink today and the crowd is so different. We took the bus up and there were three people over 25 on it. Me, my friend and the bus driver. But it’s great and there is such a happy vibe and people are so stylish.”
She did have one gripe though. “The prices! They’re mad. The t-shirts are 40 quid and the hoodies are 80. And I am just after buying a scoop of ice cream for a fiver.”
As the support act Wet Leg embarked on a scream therapy session which lead singer Rhian Teasdale promised would make everyone feel better, a man stumbled past carrying two hard-won crepes from one of the food stalls where insanely long queues formed for most of the day.
When asked if he was okay, he sighed heavily and said “I just f**king want to go home.”
Only four hours to go, I thought, but said nothing.
Not everyone wanted to go home. In fact virtually no-one else did. Grainne Gleeson from Downpatrick and Caoimhe Daly from Warrenpoint didn’t care about prices or queues or feta and were all about Harry.
“She’s his number one fan,” Gleeson said gesturing to her friend. “She’s seen him twice already on this tour and this is her third time. And she’s going to London to see him.”
Daly nodded enthusiastically. When asked why she’d want to see anyone play four times in a matter of weeks, she said that while “it might be the same songs every night it is a different vibe. And I had to come to Slane because it is such an iconic venue.”
Aoife Sheehan from Limerick said she wasn’t such a die-hard fan and was here because she got a ticket for her birthday. “I was a big One Direction fan but forgot about him until I heard his last album and was blown away by it. And look around you, isn’t the atmosphere just brilliant?
She wasn’t wrong.
Then Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody blared out of the speakers, a sign that Styles was ready for us. After that it was all screams and shrieks and singalongs and as I marvelled at the energy and the enthusiasm of the crowd it dawned on me that REM, Oasis, the Rolling Stones or even Bowie who I’d seen play this field had not come close to matching the joy, excitement and showmanship Harry Styles brought to Slane.
Hats off to him.
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indeedcaptain · 5 months
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Spirktober 2023, day 23: Married
HELLO HERE IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS! Fluff, kisses, schmoop, weddings, etc.
Also posted on AO3 here!
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“James Kirk, you are not getting married in sweatpants.” Winona stood, aghast and agape, in the middle of the kitchen. 
“Mom, we’re on shore leave. I didn’t even bring a uniform home, let alone a dress uniform. And they’re joggers.” 
“Absolutely not. I forbid it. Spock’s parents are going to think that you were raised in a barn.” 
“This is a farm! You did raise me in a barn!” 
Winona threw up her hands and turned her back on him in disgust, peering out through the window over the sink to see how George and Lieutenant Sulu were faring with the barn in question. Nyota sidled in beside him and watched James and his mother square off in the kitchen. 
“What did you intend to wear, Spock?” 
Spock crossed his arms over his chest. James’s t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. “My uniform.” 
She side-eyed him. “You brought your uniform on shore leave?”
“It is logical to be prepared,” he said stiffly. He did not add on the fact that he had not even considered the idea that he would have confessed to his feelings for the captain, let alone acted on, consummated, and committed permanently to those feelings, and brought the uniform in the case that he had to return to San Francisco earlier than planned to avoid discussing them at all. 
“That won’t do,” she said. Louder, she said, “Winona, I’ll take them out to get suits.”
“Nyota, as far as I can tell, you are the only sensible person on the whole crew,” Winona said, and James rolled his eyes. 
Nyota recruited McCoy to assist, shepherded James and Spock into the backseat of George’s truck, and drove them into downtown Riverside with only minimal grumbling from James.
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Suit shopping was a more complicated affair than Spock had imagined. He had not known that there was a human tradition about not seeing one’s future spouse in their wedding garments ahead of time, so Nyota had sent James and McCoy to one store before dragging them to another. He had allowed James to steer much of the planning process, as there had not been very much to plan, and now that he was being asked for his opinion he found that he did not know what he wanted. 
The events of the day, week, month had deviated so drastically from what he could have possibly imagined that he was having a difficult time imagining what came next. He could picture James in a suit easily: dashing, handsome, smiling, an image from several diplomatic missions that he had carefully ensconced in his memory. But he was unable to picture himself in the same attire. Despite the time they had spent over the past month talking, clearly communicating expectations and desires and plans for their shared future, he could not imagine himself in a human suit at the end of the aisle. Somewhere, deep in his mind, the remnant echoes of T’Pring’s disdain and her cruelty during the kal-if-fee iced over his joy.
He very much wanted to be married. He was less sure of how to want to have a wedding.
After the third suit Nyota brought to him evoked no reaction, she took the garment from his hands, laid it down, and sat down next to him. 
“This isn’t working for you,” she said. She sat close enough that he could feel the warmth of her arm against his. 
“I have never before thought about a wedding,” he said. “A human wedding was never an option for me.” She looped her arm through his and clasped her hands together. 
“What are you looking forward to most?” She asked. 
“Our bonding,” he said immediately. This answer he knew. “James has agreed to a mating bond--- I believe he desires it as much as I do. That is what I look forward to most.”
“That sounds beautiful, Spock,” she said quietly, and she laid her head on his shoulder. “Wait!” She pulled out her padd and searched for something. “I have a better idea. No suits.” She stood abruptly, hung the abandoned suit on the return rack and strode from the store. Spock followed her, bemused, as she called a thank-you to the clerk and flung the door open. 
Nyota followed the map on her padd until they arrived at a small, brick-fronted building. There was no discernable signage, but Nyota pushed the door open. There was a melodic tinkle from a bell above, and they stepped into a dusty room. 
There was only one person in the entirety of the store, and they sat on a stool behind the register, shrouded in the dim light. It wasn’t until Spock and Nyota approached and the shopkeeper turned that Spock was able to see that they were not human either, but Andorian. 
The woman smiled, and as she sat up straighter her antennae became more apparent. “Welcome to Secondhand Silks,” she said. Her face was lined with wrinkles, and her hands were dappled with dark blue age spots. “Is there anything I can help you find?” 
“Yes,” Nyota said confidently. “Anything from Vulcan?” The woman smiled, eyes and antennae flicking to Spock. “Of course,” she said, and she led them deeper into the store. 
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It was not logical to be nervous, especially in front of Nyota, and yet he felt a twinge of something in his abdomen as he dressed out of the changing room to face her and the mirror. 
Her eyes went wide. “You look beautiful,” she whispered, and she came to stand next to him as he beheld himself in the mirror. 
This garment was right, in a way that the suits had not been. It was traditionally Vulcan, in a way that the suits were not. It was deep green, and the front was beaded, and the collar was asymmetrical and created a line from his neck down the left side of his torso. Tails flowed down his thighs and draped against the trousers, which were the same deep green. It fit him as if it had been made for him.
“I would like this,” he said. “This is right.” 
“Yes,” Nyota said affectionately. “It is.” 
The Andorian woman wrapped it up and Nyota purchased it for him (“it’s a wedding gift, Spock, don’t fight me on this”) and by the time they met McCoy and James back at the truck the sense of overwhelm that had threatened him earlier was gone.  
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Apparently humans were not supposed to see each other the night before their weddings either, which Spock did not appreciate, but he had acquiesced when his mother and Winona teamed up to assert that it was important. For the first time since his first night in Iowa he laid in the bed in the guest room by himself. 
So much had changed since that first night. He remembered the way James had almost reached for him, and had not--- they had not been in the habit of touching each other then. He had been so prepared to keep his hands clasped behind his back for the entirety of the trip, to call James ‘captain’ the entire time, in order to maintain both his professional decorum and the privacy that had hidden his true feelings from James. And all of those shields were gone now. He was allowed to touch James and be touched, to accept the human comforts he had never expected to be offered, and he had discovered an entirely new side of James in the process: one that would allow himself to be cared for by Spock, held and cherished. 
He would accept one night apart in exchange for the promise of sharing a bed with James, wherever they may go, for the rest of their lives. 
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Some feat of engineering had been accomplished in the barn by George and Montgomery Scott, and when Spock walked in with his parents it was as though he had walked into a cloud of warmth and light. String lights swung between the ceiling beams. Amanda and Sarek walked one step ahead of him, hands gently in the ozh’esta, and he followed them: the Vulcan tradition symbolizing how a parent leads their child on a path of logic. As they entered, his friends stood to look at them, and over Sarek and Amanda’s shoulders he could see their smiles. 
They progressed down the aisle. His parents stepped to the side as they reached the front row of the folding chairs that George and Winona had hustled from somewhere, and he bent to accept a kiss on the cheek from his mother before continuing forward to stand beneath the chuppah that his mother had brought from Vulcan. It was the same one that she had used at her own wedding, and it had crossed over thousands and thousands of lightyears over thirty years to be hung in James’s parents’ barn today. Spock thought it was fitting for two such as they, who would spend more time on a spaceship together than they did on any single planet, to be married beneath such a spacefaring fabric.
Then James entered, and all other thoughts vanished. He wore a suit, and he was beautiful. He was accompanied by his parents, and he was beautiful. There was nothing else in the room but James, and the warm golden glow of his eyes and his smile and his hair, and he was beautiful. He glanced around at their friends, and he smiled at them as he saw them all, and then his gaze landed on Spock, waiting for him.
There you are, his eyes said. I’ve been looking for you. He walked with his parents down the aisle, and he kissed his mother and shook his father’s hand and kissed him too before depositing them in the chairs next to Spock’s own parents, and then he turned to meet Spock beneath the chuppah. 
“James,” Spock said quietly, taking his hand. “You are exquisite.”
“You look amazing,” James breathed. “I can’t believe we’re here.” Spock pulled him closer until they were chest-to-chest and wrapped one arm around James’s waist. 
“Are you ready, ashayam?” 
“Hell yes,” James said, and Spock heard a few of their friends laugh at his characteristic eagerness. Spock intertwined their fingers. 
“Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. We meet at the appointed place,” Spock said, and lifted his hand to James’s face. 
James breathed in deeply. “Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. I await you.” He tilted his head, allowing Spock access to his psi-points. 
Pressing slightly into James’s mind, Spock said, “I would bond with thee, ever, and always touching and touched.”
He felt James’s mental agreement even before James whispered the words back to him, and then they were both gone. 
Golden and midnight blue, twisting together, shimmering into a thousand million sparks until they were both standing before each other, no longer in the barn or on Earth but somewhere for just them. James looked around them. “It’s not usually so clear,” he said in wonder. 
“No,” Spock said, watching him, feeling James’s excitement through the air between them. “This is deeper than we have gone before.” 
“Dirty,” James said conversationally, and took Spock’s hand.  
“Are you prepared, James?” Spock asked. 
“I think I’ve been ready for this for a long time. I knew from the moment we met that you were important to me, and every day since then has just confirmed what I already knew.” He squeezed Spock’s hand. “Spock, I’m a better man when you are with me. Even before this trip, I would have done anything to keep you at my side. All I want for the rest of my life is for us to explore together.”
Spock squeezed his hand in return. “James, you have shown me the best of humanity, even when I could not accept it in myself. It was serving alongside you that I finally understood where I fit in the universe. There was and is nothing that could take me from you.”
James’s eyes shone with warmth and tears. “Bond us, Spock.” 
Spock raised his other hand to James’s face and placed his fingers on his psi points. “This may be uncomfortable,” he said. “Psi-null individuals frequently find deeper psychic connection to be difficult at first.” 
“I trust you,” James said, and he kept his eyes on Spock’s as Spock said, “Ever and always---” 
But he did not have time to finish the sentence before James’s mind was opening to accept him. The warmth of James, his optimism and joy, his love and affection and faith, flooded outwards, basking him in sunlight. 
“Touching and touched,” James said, and he raised a hand to Spock’s psi-points, mirroring the gesture on Spock’s face. As his fingers brushed the psi-points, the world around them exploded in light.
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For one second, Spock became aware of himself and James, still pressed against each other. His hands were both on James’s face, and as their friends and family watched James lifted his hand to Spock’s cheekbone. 
“Touching and touched,” he said, and his fingers found Spock’s psi-points. Psychic energy cracked between them, sparking. Then Spock’s hands, still around James’s face, began to glow. The glow, green like Vulcan blood, grew from his hands and flowed down his forearms to his shoulders, up to his own face and James’s hand. When they were both covered in the green glimmer, Spock felt it erupt between them: a permanent mental bond, deeper than anything he had ever felt. It was deeper than the childhood bond he had shared with T’Pring; it dove deeper into his mind than any healer or elder ever had; and it was anchored deeper within him than even his familial bonds with his parents. James’s eyes widened, reflecting the glow of the psychic energy. 
In Spock’s mind he felt every memory they shared flowing down the bond: the first day they met on the Enterprise, every away mission, every time they had put their bodies in between the other’s and danger, every vigil sat in Medbay, chess matches and meals, late nights of paperwork and condolence letters and a thousand of James’s easy smiles. Friends, brothers in arms, lovers. 
“T’hy’la,” Spock whispered, and James surged forward to kiss him. Under the chuppah, in front of their friends and family, James held his face in both his hands and kissed him as boldly as if they had been alone. Spock slid his hands into James’s hair and around his waist and kissed him back as the people who loved them most cheered. 
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The Kirk family farmhouse had never been so full of laughter and merriment as it was on that day. James remained glued to Spock’s side, with a glass of champagne in one hand and Spock’s hand in the other, basking in the celebration. Joanna hung off his waist and had demanded an introduction to Spock, and she had offered a terrible but endearing imitation of the ta’al and said that she liked his eyebrows.  
“I tried to teach her on the train ride up,” McCoy said gruffly, watching his daughter wind through the legs of the adults but somehow always manage to locate James. “Fine motor skills are still developing.” 
“Her attempt is deeply appreciated, doctor,” Spock said. “It was considerate of you.” 
“Yeah, well,” McCoy said. Spock waited, but the rest of the sentence was not forthcoming. He stood next to Spock and watched Nyota and Christine charm James’s parents and catch up with Captain Pike.
“Funny about them too,” he said eventually. “I told Christine not to pine after the bridge crew, Lord knows the lot of you are heartbreakers, but maybe I was wrong.” He glanced at Spock sideways. “Maybe I was wrong about all of you.” 
At another point, Captain Pike and Number One sidled up to Spock, and Una tapped her glass against his. 
“So this was the time-sensitive assignment Kirk pulled you off to when you bailed on me? Being wooed?” 
“It seems so, captain,” Spock said. “My apologies. I had intended to assist with your cadets, but James has a habit of deconstructing my schedules.” 
“No apologies necessary,” Pike said. He and Spock watched James, who had begrudgingly been separated from Spock to have a conversation with Sarek and Amanda across the room. Sarek had yet to indicate his approval or disapproval, but Amanda was beaming at him, taking both his hands in her own. “I can’t think of a single person who would be better for you, Spock. You balance each other.” 
“Thank you, captain,” Spock said, and he meant it. 
Over the course of the evening, their friends floated through the house and out to taxis that would take them to their hotels in Riverside proper. Winona had offered Sam’s bedroom to McCoy and his daughter with only a few tears shed, and McCoy had embraced her for it. Amanda and Sarek stayed in the guest bedroom, Spock rejoined James in his bedroom, and Nyota and Christine had been installed on the pullout couch in the living room. 
James sprawled on his bed, watching Spock carefully remove and fold his wedding garments. “I have one more thing for you,” he said, and he reached into the top drawer of his bedside table. 
“Is it more lubricant? That bottle must be nearly empty,” Spock said, placing his wedding garments onto the dresser and coming to lay beside James on the bed. James rolled his eyes at him and pulled out a small, black, velvet box. 
“Har, har,” he said. “No, it’s something else. I wasn’t sure, culturally, if this would work for you, but once I thought about it… I had to ask.” 
“I would appreciate anything you give me, James,” Spock said, but he beheld the small box curiously. “What is it?” 
James opened the box and held it out to him. Within were two metal bands. They were a silver-blue--- Spock estimated tritanium--- with a different metal inset in the middle that he could not identify by sight. 
“Wedding bands,” Spock said softly. “You want--- to display that we are married?” 
“Only if that’s alright with you,” James said. He pulled one out, with a slightly smaller diameter than the other. “If you want it, this is for you. Do Vulcans wear wedding rings?” 
“Vulcans do not,” Spock said, and before the flash of disappointment that he felt though the bond could appear on James’s face, he continued, “But I do.” He offered his hand to James, whose smile was as soft and loving as anything Spock had ever seen. James took his hand and slid the ring onto Spock’s finger. 
“I ordered these after the first night you slept in my bed,” James said quietly, running his finger over the band on Spock’s. “They’re tritanium--- like the Enterprise--- and meteorite. I always thought meteorites were a little romantic… that even though so much of space is just a vacuum, a tiny piece of something landed on a little planet somewhere and was noticed.” He looked up at Spock before looking down again, blushing slightly. “Like us. Even though we’re from different planets, we still found each other.” 
“James,” Spock said softly, and reached out to brush his other hand across his cheek. “Do not be embarrassed. I would be honored to wear your ring.” He pulled the other band out of the box and lifted James’s hand.
James’s breath caught in his throat as Spock slid the ring onto his finger. “You ordered these the night after we slept together for the first time?” Spock asked.
“Yes,” James whispered, and he threaded their fingers together so their rings clicked together gently. Spock pulled James to him and caught his lips with his own before pulling James down to lay on his chest. James laid his hand over Spock’s ribs, his ring laying over his heartbeat. 
“I still can’t believe you agreed to come with me,” James sighed after a few minutes, and drummed his fingers against Spock’s ribs. “You might have stayed in San Francisco and I would still be pining after you and all of this would be a distant dream.” 
“I never would have stayed,” Spock said. “The decision was made as soon as I saw you standing at my door. James, I would have followed you wherever you had asked.”
James propped himself up on his elbow, eyes searching Spock’s face. “Honestly?” 
“Honestly, captain,” Spock said. James laid back down. Spock pressed a kiss to the top of James’s head, just as James had to him on the first night they made love. 
“You haven’t called me captain in weeks,” James said. “I almost missed it.” 
“I will call you captain as frequently as you would like,” Spock said. “Captain.” 
“It’s our wedding day, Spock. Call me ‘husband’ or something.” 
“As you wish, Captain Husband.” 
As James’s laughter rumbled against his chest, James’s soft hair brushing the underside of his jaw, and James’s hand with its wedding band resting possessively against his heart, Spock closed his eyes. As he fell asleep with his bondmate in his arms and a wedding ring on his finger, he thought that he was going to be forever grateful for every plan of his that James had ever disrupted, because every disruption had led him here. 
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Joel Miller x f!reader
Warnings. Angst. I don't want to give too much away, TLOU type stuff.
You and Joel spend a quiet moment together on patrol
Regret
This was not how you were expecting this day to turn out. Joel frozen as you leaned in to kiss him.
It had taken over a year to get to this point. Everyone at Jackson had been welcoming, cautious but welcoming. The circumstances of your arrival in Jackson won you a lot of good will. It was Tommy who found you while out searching for one of the horses. The poor thing had gotten spooked, throwing one on the newer kids on patrol before bolting. Hearing it's frightened whinnying just off the trail, he pushed through the trees to find you desperately trying to free the frightened mare from some barbed wire. He entered the small clearing with his gun raised. Instinct raised your with one hand as the other stayed on the horse, trying to keep it calm. There was a brief silent exchange before Tommy lowered his weapon. Mirroring his action, you worked together to save the horse. Tommy and the rest of the town were grateful. For you saving the horse and for agreeing to use your skills as a veterinarian to help them in exchange for a safe place for you and your dog to live.
Said dog was a major part in breaking the ice with Jackson more reserved resident, Joel Miller. Joel was relatively new to Jackson too so your houses were practically next to each other. Close enough for Hund to wander over there when he smelled bacon cooking one day. When you caught up to him he was already licking a plate clean. Sat at the foot of the man that you had slowly been developing an increasing interest in. Joel was handsome, he cared for the young girl who lived with him, he often play guitar on his porch. A few passing conversations had given you a glimpse into his intellect and his humour. There was a lot to pique your interest.
"I hope you don't mind. He seemed hungry." There was that voice too. Deep and somehow reassuring. "There's some left if you'd like some?"
That was the first meal Joel had cooked you. They soon became a regular thing. Meals with Joel, with Joel and Ellie, with Joel, Tommy and Maria. Joel became an steady presence in your life. Helping around your house, giving you a hand with the jobs that needed two people. Sometimes while completing those tricker jobs, he'd have to stand close, really close. Like when you both worked together to install a new light in your pantry. The room was tiny anyway. The shelves either side gave only a narrow space to stand. On top of that you had to stand on your tip toes to hold the fixture in place, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. For a while his chest pressed against yours as he set the fixture firmly in place. That was the final straw for you.
For months you had resisted the temptation to let your thoughts wander to Joel as you sort relief with your hand between your legs. This time you let yourself think of his broad chest pressed to yours as he was buried inside you. His breath that you had felt on your neck earlier coming out in harsh pants as he rocked into you. Once you came, louder than you would usually allow yourself, you buried your head under your covers in shame. It was wrong to think of Joel like that. A harmless one sided crush, a little bright distraction in your day was fine but this was crossing a line.
As if he could feel the shame rolling off you Joel didn't push when you gave him a wide birth for the next couple of weeks. It came as a surprise to you when he changed his patrol duty so he could go out with you.
Joel watched as the German shepherd climbed the steps of his porch. Joel quietly hoped his owner would follow. He struggled with the idea of entertaining his rapidly building crush on her. Opening his heart was not a good idea. Ellie has prised her way in and that had lead to death and lies. He struggled with that every day while he tried to build a relationship with her. Joel wasn't even sure if he had the strength in his broken heart to carry this new paternal love as well a romantic one. His internal debated ended when the dog's owner appeared.
"I hope you don't mind. He seemed hungry." He tried to keep the hopeful tone from his voice. "There's some left if you'd like some?"
From then on he let himself indulge in her company. Ellie, Tommy and Maria, all subtlety pushed for it. Sometimes they weren't all that subtle so he began to help around her house when they other were busy. He savoured their alone time. The only time he began to regret it was when her body had pressed up against his. That night he'd laid awake. His cock, hard and heavy between his legs. He was not going to touch himself at the memory of her warmth, of the fullness of her breasts. He took himself for a walk instead. Unfortunately, his route passed under her open window. Where he heard her moans of his name, followed by a scream of pure ecstasy. Shame filled him once he came in the privacy of his bedroom, the sound of her voice in his head. Luckily, for the next couple of weeks she was constantly busy and didn't notice him avoiding her. He succeeded in avoiding her until Maria changed his patrol duty. Now he was going on an extra long patrol route with her.
"So why did Maria want us to come out this way?" You asked after the first hour of riding. When the silence started to get too much.
"The snow thawed further out. It's more likely that we'll get some visitors heading this way." His answer made you feel better. From a few passing comments from Tommy, you were had a suspicion that Maria had sent you two together to force you to work out whatever was going on with you. Maria ran a whole town, she didn't do it without knowing a thing or two about human behaviour.
The first leg of of the trip went smoothly. Everything was quiet, even your mind. Joel's company was soothing once again, having pushed your shame and your crush to the back of your mind. Joel was a friend, a good one. An even better one to have at the end of the world. He was strong, competent and loyal. All the things that attracted you to him made him a perfect ally. That's all he should be to you. Gambling for anything more ran the risk of losing him.
The midpoint of the patrol route was a barely-there town. A handful of houses, most of which were dilapidated. A gas station that was a lot sturdier than the surrounding buildings. With one long road down the middle. The gas station seemed the best place to stop and eat. The horse were tied up in the auto repair shop next door, relatively safe from the elements, while you and Joel ate.
Swallowing the last of your sandwich, leaving your stomach full. Listening to the birds in the trees, with the early spring sun on your face. Feeling Joel at your side, you got lost in your own thoughts until they tumbled out of your mouth. "This is nice."
"The food?" Joel asked around the last mouthful of his own sandwich.
"No." You laughed. "Well, not just the food. The day. This moment. The company."
Fearing you had said too much you looked at Joel, who's eyes were already on your face.
The two of you looked at each other. Really looked at each other, for the first time in a couple of weeks. It was as if both of your emotions finally came to the surface. They overflowed until you were neck deep in them. For the first time you saw how Joel felt his eyes awash with affection for you. Both of you sat in them for a moment. Wading through the outpour made your movements slow. Joel shifted slightly closer to you, building on his momentum you leaned into him. The panic whines of your horse drained everything from the moment.
The two of your were on your feet in seconds. Still, you weren't quick enough. Three infected barged in through the back door, one instantly on each of you. The third fell over itself trying to get to you. Joel managed to bludgeon the one trying to rip him to pieces. As you blew the head off your attacker, Joel stomped on the skull of the one on the floor. His boot came back out with a sickness squelch.
The sound of your shotgun drew the attention of more infected. The bone chilling sound of Clickers carried on the air. The horses pulled themselves loose and bolted in their panicked state. They ran passed the windows, down main street. Joel quickly weighed up his options. "Come on." He pulled you along.
The two of you made it three houses along, the sound of Clickers still echoing behind you before Joel realised he was still pulling you.
"What are you…? We need to go." He huffed dragging you through the front door of an old family home.
"You need to go Joel." You told him calmly. The fidgeting of your hands didn't match your tone.
His beautiful features contorted in confusion. "What…?"
"You need to go Joel. I'm sorry." Lifting your jeans you showed him the deep bite on your ankle.
"No." It was an order. To the virus creeping through your body. No. Not her.
"Take my rifle, leave me my pistol. They'll come at me when I…use it. You can get away. Back to Ellie. Please."
"Ellie. She is immune. It's real. Maybe you are…"
"No, Joel. We can't waste time." The Clickers were nearer now. God knows how many other infected could be with them.
"I can feel it." Your arms twitched as if the two of you, you and the virus were wrestling for control. Each pulling a different way.
Until you weren't. Until you were both moving in a unified direction. Until you were both moving towards Joel.
Your lips parted as you leaned into Joel. Your yearning for a first kiss, matching the viruses yearning to spread far and wide. Joel's hand came up to stop you. He wrapped it around your throat to keep you at arms length. Against every ounce of common sense, just as the virus took you, as your consciousness slipped away but before it could take a good hold on you, he pulled you close. He pressed a single kiss to the side of your head only to press the barrel of his gun to the same spot. Even though the extra seconds could have cost him his life he carefully lay your body down. He made sure your eyes were closed, your hair was off your face, he lay you so he couldn't see the hole in your skull or your blood matted hair. He took one last look before he did as you'd told him. He went back to Ellie.
Years later, your death haunting him like so many others, he awoke in a cold sweat from a nightmare. He'd locked your death away in his mind. He hadn't dared open it, but in the quiet of the night, his brain couldn't resist cracking it open. Death had become part of his life. There were always those what ifs and regrets. What if he hadn't been so distracted by the realisation that his feelings weren't one sided, would he have saved you? The regret that stung the most was that he had kept you at arms length. All those times enjoying your company, stealing lingering glances when you weren't looking. He could have been holding you, kissing you. You could have been his girl. He could have let you into his heart. Into his bed. You were already in his mind. Yet he kept you out for fear of being hurt. Joel Miller was a man full of regret, but by far the biggest was when he tried to protect himself from a loss that happened anyway.
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minisugakoobies · 6 months
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WIP Tag Game
rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips
Thank you for the tags @theharrowing & @star-my! 💕
Tagging: @kiestrokes @chans-room @bangtanintotheroom @augustbutwinter @thatlongspringnight @sowoozoo-7 @vyduan apologies if you've already been tagged, no pressure to play! 💜
I've been in a writing slump lately - I have a million WIPs in progress but am unable to find the motivation or concentration to finish any. So if any of these sound interesting, please let me know - your excitement is what keeps me going! 💕💕💕
There’s some smut in some of these snippets, so I’ll put those under a cut.
3 WIPs:
The Rules:
“And after that, we were banned from ever visiting Ikea again,” Chan finishes, a crooked grin crossing his face as he waits for your reaction. “That is… the greatest story I’ve ever heard,” you inform him. “Thank you, just, so much, for that.”  Chan nods, leaning back against the vinyl of the booth seat. “Now, you’re not gonna run off and snitch to Changbin, are you? Tell him I’ve divulged all his dirty secrets?”  You press your hand to your chest, looking scandalized. “Absolutely not! I would never. Everything you’ve told me stays with me.” You pause. “Until I need it.”  “Fair.” His grin returns, cheekier than ever. “If you’re gonna use it for blackmail, I will be expecting a cut. Just to warn ya.”  A server stops by your table to grab your empty glasses and drop off the check. It feels like the perfect opportunity to bring the night to a close - thank Chan for the drinks, since he didn’t even attempt to argue with you about paying, simply dropped his card on the tray, thank him for the gossip, and bid him a good evening.  But no. You’re you, and so instead of saying “Thank you” or “Good night,” you say, “I think we could come to an arrangement.”  Chan tilts his head, eyes roaming from your smiling lips down to your goose-dimpled thighs and back, and you realize you may have miscalculated a bit. Because the sweet expression on his face has vanished, replaced by a look of hunger so ravenous, your pulse quickens - the primal reaction of prey realizing it’s exactly where a hunter wants it.  “Could we now?” He shifts slightly, the arm around your shoulders falling between you as he signs the receipt. He taps the pen on the table. “I like the sound of that.”  You do too, which is why there are klaxons suddenly blaring in your head. You should really leave. Instead of sliding further into the corner of the booth as Chan casually leans forward, blocking your view of the rest of the bar.  That’s when the hand that was at Chan’s side creeps its way onto your exposed thigh.
Untitled Vamp!Jimin sequel (to Claim):
Jimin lets out a loud laugh. “Damn, you are beyond drunk. Come on, let’s get you ready for bed, you lush.”  Fine, maybe you are drunk. Tonight had been a bit of a special occasion. Tonight, your boyfriend finally introduced you to the rest of his coven. To the vamps who had basically raised him from a feral fledgling to be the incredible undead man he is today. Since you are wildly, hopelessly, head over heels in love with Jimin, you’d been nervous as hell to meet all of his friends. You wanted them to approve of you and Jimin’s relationship. To approve of you. Which meant you’d gone a little heavy on the wine tonight.  In the end, you’d had nothing to fear. Jimin’s friends loved you, and the feeling had been more than mutual. So the drinking turned from anxious to celebratory. Leaving you now stumbling around your boyfriend’s bedroom as he tries to shepherd you towards the closet, where your pajamas (an old t-shirt of his) await.  But you’re not ready for bed. At least, not for sleep. Immediately, your petulant side makes itself known as you drop onto his bed with a pout. “Don’t wanna sleep. Not tired.”  Jimin stops at the end of the bed, reaching for you. His hands are ice, like always, but they feel good laced between your warm fingers. “Didn’t say anything about sleep, now did I?” You try to resist his tugging, try to pull him onto the bed with you. It’s futile. All he has to do is engage a tenth of his vamp strength and you’re on your feet. You squeak in delight.  “I love it when you do that!”  His grin blinds you from this close as he wraps his arms around you. “When I do what?”  “Use your vamp strength and toss me around like a ragdoll.” You sigh happily, beaming as he rubs his nose against yours.  “Like a ragdoll, hmm?” Eyebrow cocked, he spins you around, aiming you towards the closet. “Got it. Now strip it down for me.” 
Untitled YoonMinKook x Reader fic:
As soon as the door is closed, Jungkook’s kissing you, walking you backwards towards his couch. There are no words spoken when he pulls you into his lap, peeling your shirt off so he can run his mouth along the swell of your breasts where they spill over the cups of your bra. Nor are there any when his hand slips down your pants and yours slips down his. It isn’t until he’s got you naked on his bed, thighs wrapped around his ears as his mouth hovers over your cunt, that he finally breaks the silence. “Thank you,” he sighs happily, warm breath dancing across your skin.  The pillows under your head and shoulders give you the perfect view of his face as he peers up at you. “You’re thanking me? For this?” Shouldn’t you be thanking him? “Yeah. Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was afraid you were gonna say no.” He grins, a bashful smile more befitting someone who isn’t currently nestled between your legs. His nose crinkles, and you sigh.  You’ve always loved the delicate little slope of his nose. Now, with him nuzzling right into your sensitive nub, you wonder if he’d let you ride it. It looks perfect for riding. “I mean… after the other day, at the cabin…” you trail off when he kisses your inner thigh, lips lightly fluttering there. “You know, I didn’t know you were into guys.” He stops long enough to laugh. “”M not into guys or girls. I’m into people.” His hand gently squeezes your ass as his eyebrows wiggle. “All genders are welcome to flatten me with their thick thighs. I’m an equal opportunity pancake.”  You laugh, which quickly turns into a whimper as he licks along your slit. “Are you saying I have thick thighs?”  “Your thighs are perfect,” he murmurs, breathing into your clit, fingers gripping your plump skin as you unconsciously try to squirm away from the ticklish sensation. He keeps you locked in place, not just with his hands, but with the look he gives you. It tells you to stay still, so you do.  “I’ve never flattened anyone with them, though.”  He smirks, smugness dripping from his voice. “That’s because you’ve never let me do this before.”
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Seokjin’s gaze bounces between the two of you. “I feel like I’m missing something.”  Taehyung sees you nibbling on your bottom lip and he turns to his brother. “I can explain. Buttercup here-” “Buttercup can speak for herself,” you interject, “and don’t call me that.” With a sigh, you slug back another shot of soju and look at Seokjin. He’s waiting patiently to hear what you have to say. “I was… kinda seeing someone a few months ago. And I thought that I had something with them, and it turned out that I was wrong. They didn’t feel the same way I did, so…” You trail off, not sure how to say ‘so I spent the last few months crying in my room over a broken heart.’ Luckily, Seokjin spares you this confession, nodding sympathetically. “I gotcha,” he says simply, and you nod back, stuffing some rice into your mouth so you don’t cry at the warmth in his expression.  “I don’t know why you’re being so cryptic about who it was,” Taehyung frowns. “She’s talking about Yoongi.” Something passes over Seokjin’s face quickly, so fast you almost miss it as you smack your roommate on his arm. He yelps in shock. “What? He was going to find out eventually, they’re best friends!” 
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You tug against the restraints, testing their give. There is none.  “Finally, our little dance comes to an end, pretty bird,” Yoongi coos, twirling his dagger, the light from the lamp swinging overhead reflecting off the long blade. “Does that make you sad?” “You make me sad,” you hiss. “You’re pathetic.”  He’s annoying the fuck out of you right now, as usual, refusing to shut up long enough to let you figure out what’s going on with your powers. Again you try to access them and fail.  This isn’t the time to panic. You need to get free. Guess you’ll have to do this the hard way. Yoongi’s gaze rakes over you slowly as you hang helplessly against the wall. Ignoring the sudden stirring in your gut, you pull on the ropes. There. Your left hand. If you can just twist a little more…. Yoongi presses his blade against your throat. The cold metal bites into your skin as his other hand grips your shoulder, and you freeze, going completely still beneath his touch. “What was that, pretty bird?” he asks, cat-like eyes targeted on your lips. “Say that again.” 
Paradise:
Ding! The elevator doors swept open, and you entered, pressing the button for the first floor. “Hold it!” a voice called out as a tall figure jogged into view. You held out your arm, keeping the doors open as your neighbor, Jeon Jungkook, stepped inside. Jungkook nodded appreciatively at you as the doors slid shut. He leaned against the wall, eyes closing as music drifted from the earbuds tucked into his ears. His long black hair fell haphazardly into his face, obscuring his eyes and skimming his cheekbones. He wore his usual oversized hoodie and sweatpants, all black, of course. As far as you were aware, he didn’t own any clothing in any other shade. You let your head rest against the wall as you surreptitiously peered at your neighbor, thinking about just how little you really knew about the man. Two years of living next door to him, and he remained a complete mystery to you. Other than the occasional run-in, you rarely saw Jungkook. You had no idea what he did for a living or how he spent his time, other than the fact that he never seemed to be awake before noon. (The wall between your apartments was woefully thin, enough that you’d gotten to know the shrill bleating of his alarm all too well.) You supposed that you could take the initiative to learn more about him. Maybe try to engage him in conversation beyond the occasional “hey.” But Jungkook didn’t make it easy, the way he’d run back to his apartment anytime you saw him in the hallway, his big brown eyes widening like a startled deer trapped in headlights whenever he was caught off guard by your presence. At least he wasn’t rude. You’d had your share of asshole neighbors. He was nowhere near that list. He just seemed reserved. Maybe even a little shy, given his tendency to dash off like a frightened rabbit. Sometimes, when you’d say hello, his nose would scrunch up and his eyes would squeeze shut as his perfectly pouty lips pulled back to reveal a sweet smile that made your heart flip. The first time he’d grinned like that, you’d been completely disarmed, not expecting this hulking figure in black to transform into a cute little bunny. (You weren’t sure why you automatically thought of innocent woodland creatures when daydreaming about your neighbor’s fine features, but here you were.)
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wynnyfryd · 1 year
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AO3 first lines
rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.
a masterpiece of art, it’s true | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 3, M, 3k
In the three minutes it takes them to get from the couch to Steve’s bedroom, Eddie seems to remember that he’s completely worn out from the combination of whiskey and coming so sweetly all over Steve’s tongue. Steve licks his lips, savors the evidence still lingering in his mouth, and tries not to look too over the moon when Eddie flops back onto his mattress with an exhausted huff.
stupid fucking star stuff | stardust au, M, 3.4k (in progress)
“Munson, stop tongue-fucking my merch displays,” Guy scolds him, shoving Eddie away from the glass he’s been drooling over. His beloved is laid out inside the case, lit up from behind like some fair maiden sleeping in a mystical wood, just waiting for her one true love to come and plant some sick riffs on her gleaming body.
“I’d be so good to you, baby,” Eddie whispers to the guitar, fingertips trailing over the glass lid.
relax (that’s that) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 2, E, 2.6k
The bats are choking him. One of the stupid little fuckers has its tail around his throat, and three more curl around his thrashing limbs, sinking their teeth into the soft flesh of his belly, gnawing their way through to the good bits, the muscle and sinew and his fucking intestines and—
“—Eddie!” Steve shouts, shaking his shoulders with his big warm hands
relax (lay back) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 1, E, 12k
“Eddie!” Steve calls out playfully as he weaves his way through the rows of mats, surveying the class’s posture. “Get those buns out of the air, come on, now.”
So yeah, becoming weirdly close friends with his former sort-of nemesis turned yoga instructor crush in the wake of surviving unspeakable evils together is, uh…
It’s going horribly.
TITS! magazine | exactly what the title says lmao, E, 11.8k
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I came on the tits of a guy with great hair
No Son of Mine | hurt-comfort, M, 4.4k
I seen those boys kissing boys
Open-mouth in the street
But I raised my son to be a righteous man
I made it clear to him what fear of God means
The path we walk is only narrow and straight
No son of mine will wander astray
- Desert, Brand New
Steve shows up at Eddie’s door at 8:46pm.
i’ll stop the world and freeze with you | ice skating drabble, G, 617
Eddie flounders, arms flailing as his feet slip out from under him for the fourth time, and he lands chin first on the scuffed-up ice with a hard thud.
The Great Scavenger Hunt of 1986 | christmas fluff, T, 7.9k
“Steve,” Dustin calls as he skids into the Harrington kitchen on Christmas Eve Eve with his muddy shoes still on.
babysitters and book signings | famous author eddie au, G, 4.4k
Eddie’s not staring. The man currently shepherding a gaggle of college kids up to his booth is tall and blond and tan with wire glasses perched on his freckled nose and biceps that threaten to burst right out of his silly striped polo shirt, and Eddie is a professional who meets thousands of fans at conventions every year and he’s. not. staring.
patience is a virtue | edging pwp, E, 1.7k
Steve’s gonna fucking die. He’s close to planning his funeral arrangements at this point, absently running through a list of florists and pianists he might still know from his church days, desperate for a distraction because—
“Keep your hips still, sweetheart,” Eddie chides, forearm like a crowbar over Steve’s jolting hips as he pins him down again.
thank you for the tag @infinite-orangepeel 💜 tagging @gorgeousgreymatter-x @steddielations @aidaronan and anyone else who wants to play
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thedo0zyslider · 6 months
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Explosion Acorss Lifetimes - Chapter Twenty Eight: Breaking Point - 3k Words
Jimmy reaches his breaking point.
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The crown has gone through a lot of hands since Jimmy had lost it to Scott. It had gone through almost everyone's hands really, seven of the twelve rulers now having had a chance to make that one rule. His own rule had been to build a cod sanctuary, and he can still remember everyone’s clearly to this day, and vaguely wondered if they were all still there; or if the fish had been let out to see. (His favorite was Fwhip’s, not because he was biased or anything, but because the half dragon had just been so darn excited to show it to him. It had been adorable, really. And maybe he was biased. Just a bit, but only a tiny bit.)
Scotts rule had been no flying, and if you wanted to do so you needed to walk all the way to his bloody empire to get a fly pass. And combined with the recent removal of his Codfeather’s head, the blonde hadn’t been very inclined to go and get one. The rule was meant to be a little annoying, and had fulfilled its role perfectly. (And maybe also served as a way to keep them away from Scott’s ever growing ice powers at the time. But he’s not sure if that had just been a coincidence or conveniently timed.)
The next ruler was Joel, which Jimmy only remembered because he’d been annoying about it. And he says that genuinely, and with all the affection in the world. The Mezalean’s rule was that everyone had to wear a mask of his own face, which had provided Jimmy a bit of denial for his Codfather head issue. It hadn’t been taken away, no, he was just wearing this stupid head instead, for his brother in law. Citizens were also invited to partake in whatever rule is made, so it had been quite amsung (and maybe a little off putting as well,) to see a bunch of cod walking around in a Joel mask, like it was Halloween already.
Jimmy loses track of how’d gotten the crown a little after that. Well he’d known Lizzie had gotten it, and had made them all eat cake for about a month. Which had turned him off eating cake for another decade, maybe longer. But even if he could barely remember the other rulers after that, all due to his endless quest to regain his worth, he did follow all the rules once he knew of them. (And maybe he didn’t always know what the rules were immediately, maybe because he was skipping meetings. But it was fine , everything was fine . He was fine .)
The next one to gain the crown had been Joey, and maybe Jimmy hadn’t done his rule. Maybe he’d forgotten about that and the few meetings during the Lost Emperor’s rule. And maybe he’d gotten chewed out for it, along with several concerned looks, but it was all fine now. It was just water under the bridge, because this was just a fun little game. (That maybe everyone was starting to take far too seriously. Maybe thats due to the magic the crown itself had been rumored to somehow obtain. Jimmy doesn;t know, nor does he really care too.)
 Shrub, the one to take the crown from Joey, had simply ordered them all to go tame a wolf. Which Jimmy had done, along with Caleb and a few of their other friends, and now the small pack of wolves lived in the empire, happy as ever. The local shepherds and cowhands loved them as well, said they made good guard dogs as well as pets. 
The crown currently belonged to Katherine, who’s rule included planting a flower garden somewhere in the empire. Which the cod had only just remembered to do a few days ago, and had nearly forgotten to inform House Blossoms Lady that he’d done it as well. Though any thoughts of the flowers are banished a few days later, the blonde having even watered them once; not like he had the energy too anyways.
Jimmy reaches his breaking point the day Katherine’s rule as emperor ends. It is also the last day he ever meets with his Council in full. And it's one of the worst meetings he thinks he’s ever had, because they tell him that the cod are still unimpressed with his efforts. After all this time and all this work, they tell Jimmy he is not getting his Codfather head back still. 
There is peace in basically every kingdom, the cod empire had no more enemies, hasn’t for months now. He’d stopped killing salmon. He’d stopped killing the cod. He’s burned any fish remains he ever found in his empire. He’d even gone to help the Ocean Empire next door, even to his sister's bewilderment. He’d rebuilt the church, he’d rebuilt damn near every building in his empire by this point. He made cod sanctuaries, placed them in the wall that bordered Mythland and made a fun little aquarium. He’d gotten on his knees and begged and prayed in the empty church like a dying man, and still nothing.
Months later, over six at least, he stands there, in front of what is supposed to be the cod themselves, and is told he is not worthy for the millionth time. The gazes of his dearly belothed Council bore into his backside. Some are cold, as they have always been, while others hold pity, and one of the few full of kindness belongs to Caleb; as it always had during this process. He hates them, they hate him. One of his best friends is on the Council. He gets tired of their constant nagging and unrelenting criticisms. He doesn’t know how he’d run this empire without them around. He wishes they would just fuck off, or tell him what he did wrong in the first place.
(Part of him has always been suspicious, that the reason was related to Fwhip somehow, and that the cod’s hatred of salmon truly ran that deep. And if that was true, if that was the reason, then Jimmy would be taking that damned Codfather’s head back by force before he abandoned his boyfriend. He likes to think that's what he’d do anyways, fully knowing he’d probably fumble somehow if it ever did come down to that.)
They watch him as he walks out, and the door closes slowly and softly behind him. It’s a sad, defeated thing. It’s the most Jimmy can give. The anger and the frustration had dried up long ago, during Joey’s time as ruler he thinks.
He makes his way to his house, his stupid shack, the one building he never changed over all these months. Because that felt a little selfish, even if they did have the resources too, and all his neighbors encouraged it. Being selfish wouldn’t make anyone worthy or anything, would it?
Well, that was his thought process before. But at this point, maybe being selfish would’ve actually gotten his stupid head back. The head he so rightfully deserved, in Jimmy’s humble opinion. The thing that was essentially his birthright.
He gets all the way to the door before the cod hears the footsteps that had been following him, shoes squelching in the slightly damp ground as their owner trails him, not even trying to be secretive about it. He knows who it is before they even speak too, because who else would it be?
"Jimmy, are you…?" Caleb is suddenly right behind him, and places a hand on his arm. The older cod flinches away almost on instinct. (He’s been doing that a lot recently, flinching away from perfectly normal touches, like he doesn’t deserve the attention or whatever.) Of course Caleb had noticed that something was wrong when he’d left that meeting, of course. Because what were friends for, after all.
"I'll be fine, Caleb." He responded, his voice sounding cool and lifeless even to his own ears.
His friend, one of his best in fact, his favorite Council member, the boy who's been by his side throughout all their troubles, all the hard political decisions, the one who’s stuck by him since the start. For the first time he pleads. The blonde doesn’t know if it’s the first time Caleb’s pleading to Jimmy, or just in general. He’s not the begging or groveling type, not in any sense of the word. The second option, in the Codboy’s mind, is far worse than the first one could ever be. 
Caleb pleads with Jimmy to open up, to be honest and stop hiding his issues for once in his goddamned life. He says his name desperate, worried, in a tone that should only ever come out of Lizzie and her centuries old overprotectiveness. He fucking pleads. 
"Jimmy."
"I'll be fine." Jimmy repeats, frills pressed to the sides of his head, and then he walks towards his house, and slams the door and locks it. He throws the Codboy hat off his head, and throws it across his living room. The blonde barely cares or notices where it lands, he just needed it off his head as soon as possible. He runs a hand through his rather messy locks, and slumping against the nearest wall.
The cod hugs his knees to his chest, and buries his head in his arms for a few glorious minutes. If he focuses on it, he can feel the wetness starting to prick at the corners of his eyes. But he doesn’t want to cry, so he doesn’t think about it. He thinks about the crown again instead, thinks about that minigame Katherine was going to set up. The one to end her rule and all.
He distracts himself, thinks about anything but his problems, even a topic he’s not partially fond of. He wonders how long Katherines even had the crown, the days having blurred together for the cod long ago. He tries and fails to remember what he games even about, because she;d told him at one point, and he’d felt bad because he was half listening because he was brainstorming ways to get the head back. He’d felt bad because he wasn’t listening, and Katherine seemed so passionate about her game, and that he’d declined an invite to participate earlier that morning. He thinks it's most likely over now, and wonders who won, and what other stupid rule he’ll have to follow. Right as the winner lands somewhere in his empire.
Fwhip shows up to tell Jimmy about the news, celebrate his victory, and the Codboy can barely force himself to be happy about it. He doesn’t even know his partners arrived, until Caleb leads him in, because of course Jimmy had given one of them a key to his house at one point. That is such a him thing to do, and he hates that fact right now.
Caleb is clearly still worried, and he probably muttered something to Fwhip. Jimmy doesn’t think his friend told the Count everything, no, just enough. Just that something was wrong and that the blonde was bottling up everything again. Probably told him something like that. Hopefully just that.
(He doesn’t want any of the other rulers to know about the Codfather head being taken, he hasn’t from the start, lest they start thinking he’s weak again. And Jimmy isn’t weak, he’s not, he’s not, he’s not-)
There's the sound of a door shutting, and one pair of boots approaching him. So only one of them came in, which is a good thing, because Jimmy thinks he’s going to burst if has to deal with two worried people crowding around him at the moment. He needs room to breathe, is all.
“Hey,” Fwhip’s tone is gentle as he crouches beside his partner, an equally as gentle hand being placed on his thigh. Usually, that manages to steady the blonde. This time it does not. It feels like it makes him want to break down more, really. The Count sounds like he’s going to say something more, probably something stupid like are you alright? But he cuts himself off, and waits oh so patiently for Jimmy to maybe say something back. (He’s so patient with him, ever so patient. Jimmy doesn’t deserve that, not now, not anymore.)
Jimmy goes to respond, to let out a strangled greeting in response. But when he opens his mouth the words will not come, and the only sound he makes is small and warbled. It can’t even be considered one of his little clicks that he does. The ones Fwhip has said he loves so much. He promptly shuts his mouth, and averts his gaze off to the side, almost doing so in shame.
The Count frowns, and part of Jimmy hates how he’s frowning because of him and his stupid problems. “Can you tell me what's wrong?” The blonde knows he probably won’t be able to speak, so he just shakes his head no in place of whatever verbal response he wants to give so badly. Fwhip shuffles and grabs hold of him softly, until they have successfully shifted positions. He is not being held, not yet anyways. But the cod has been moved so that he’s leaning on his partner, and so that Fwhip can pull him into his lap at a moments notice,
“Well, whatever's wrong,” The half dragon starts to mutter kind, comforting words to him, and Jimmy thinks he doesn’t deserve it. If he doesn’t deserve the head, then what else does he truly deserve? Certainly not this. Certainly not the man sitting beside him, who has been nothing but a good and amazing and an absolutely wonderful partner, despite the seemingly countless bumps in their road. “I’m sure it can be fixed, can’t it? We can fix it together, if you’d like.”
It’s a kind offer, it comes from a place of good intention, Jimmy knows this desperately. But it still makes him want to move away from Fwhip and harshly tell him no , that's not how any of this works. Whatever Fwhip could think of to get the Codfather’s head back, Jimmy’s probably already thought of it before. And nothing worked, none of his ideas did. And getting help for this didn’t really prove he was worthy, now did it? All it proved was that the Codboy was a stupid desperate fool. Especially when the person helping was probably the one the cod hated the most. Fish didn’t forgive easily, or whatever.
Fwhip goes to wrap a sturdy arm around him, and Jimmy flinches away. He can practically hear the concern from his boyfriend, the emotion rolling off the half dragon in waves until it fills the entire room with its presence. There’s a lot of emotions running through both of them right now, he feels, but that one just happens to be one of the loudest. Concern. For him . After he doesn’t deserve it. 
“Do you need me to go?” The Count asks, his voice almost a whisper. In that moment the cod is glad his voice has left him, because if it had not, he might’ve just screamed upon hearing that. The question is simply left to float in the empty air, no response ever coming to it.
Jimmy takes a deep breath. He wants to be left alone, to mope in private and maybe cry his eyes out. He wants Fwhip to stay and hold him and tell him everything will be okay. He wants to curl up in a hole for a thousand years and maybe die down there. He wants Fwhip to hold him and never let go. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. 
The cod takes another shuddering breath, and moves quickly, suddenly, until he can bury his head into Fwhip’s shoulder. The Count says nothing, and wraps his arms around him and holds his partner there, like Jimmy knew he was always going too from the moment he entered. Fingers start to softly run through his hair, and Jimmy can do nothing but lean into it and try not to cry. Fwhip shouldn’t be able to play with his hair, there should be a head atop his own head instead. His Codfather’s head, not the stupid one currently laying across the room from them.
He wants his partner to hold him, he wants to be left alone, and Jimmy supposes he gets both of that. Because they stay like that, Fwhip holding him close and lacing gentle fingers through his rather unkempt hair, until he can’t stand being touched anymore. He tells the Count to go, to leave, that he needs some space. Fwhip leaves reluctantly, and presses a hesitant goodbye kiss to the blonde’s forehead before he does so. Jimmy loves him so much it hurts.
He hears his partner muttering something to Caleb, hears it through the wall. It’s about him, obviously, but the words are only exchanged for a short time. He doesn’t pay attention to them, and the cod chooses to bury his head in his arms instead, like he'd been doing earlier. He does so for hours after the voices fade, and it is just him, alone in his small house, with the worst head he’s ever worn across the floor from him. It’s beady little eyes seemingly staring into his soul as he continues to have a breakdown. 
Vaguely, he wonders where Norman’s run off too. The big guy was always good at cheering him up in the past, and always good at seeking out Jimmy when he was in a foul mood before. Normally, the cod is grateful for that cat, and doesn't know what he’d do without him. Now, he thinks that this burden is too much for him to bear, let alone let the poor animal shoulder any of it with him. Even if Norman doesn’t really shoulder anything but his sadness, even that feels like too much this time. 
His cat finds him eventually, when Jimmy inevitably flops in his bed to pass out, emotionally exhausted from all of that. Though he only finds that part out come morning, when the blonde has to pick up his codboy head, put it back on, and continue with his days like yesterday never happened. 
He put the head back on, and went through the motions again, just like he had been doing for months now. Day after day after day after day. All he gets in return is nothing, and Jimmy knows he can barely take that anymore, and wonders when enough is enough. He wonders if he’ll ever give up.
He knows he never will, not really, not in a way that matters. Because he is stubborn, and will not give up until there is literally nothing left for him to regain again.
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Johnny and Bobby enter Tommy's room at the hospital, a woman is sitting next to her bed and reading a magazine, to Johnny's confusion, Bobby laughs.
“Excuse me, Madame, your patient has visitors.”
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You smile at your friend's voice. When you look up, you make an effort to recognize the blonde man in front of him. After a few seconds, you do, he does too.
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“For all the gangs in California, look what the Trouble Fairy Tommy brought, Johnny Himself - the damn tough - Lawrence”
“Hey, hey Y/N” he laughs and hugs you “A word of advice about insults after saying hello”
“Boring”Smile
“You never recovered from the insults, did you?”
"I tell you?" You tapped him on the shoulder, you stepped aside so he could greet Tommy, while you did the same with Bobby, then he brought your brother and practically everyone was there, not knowing what else to say to Tommy, the blonde headed towards you
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“So you grew up to be a sexy nurse, huh?“
“Nope, on Harley Quinn.”
"Psychiatrist?" Bobby asked confused.
“Psychotic”
•More than 25 decades could have passed, but what you loved most about their friendship was that their dynamic had never changed. A night at the bar was perfect for everyone.
“Seriously Johnny, disappear again for so long, and I will kill you.”
“Calm down Siconics, you could have called me”
“It's psychotic Johnny from the P-S-Y-C-H-O-T-I-c,psyche, it doesn't matter that you don't know what it meant, as long as you know how to say it, it's fine, for me I know that you are eating the P... and you could have visited me”
“Man, I hate visitors.”
“And I hate making calls, I talk Face to Face, you see that's why you are my favorite, we are ideal together, yes we are equal” You commented, finally bringing the beers to the table.
“Your Favorite? How drunk do you have to be to say that?”
“Very, very Drunk, in fact they should take me out of here and take me to a cold water shower, with a tub included, include the tub and ice!!! Patrick, my ice!!!” You responded, pretending to be drunk, everyone laughed
.“Oh seriously, Johnny, don't get your hopes up, she also told me that she was her favorite, she just met me,” Bobby commented jokingly.
“Guilty” you declared, patting your chest, with a funny face.
“Hey, but what's wrong with me, I'm the one who makes you laugh the most, where's my merit, I saved your ass” Tommy, who had hit the nail on the head, butted in, acting offended, like the old ones.
“Listen to me old man, you are the one I love the most at this table, but if you are going to start showing off, I not only saved your ass more times... I also defended your sexuality” you drank your beer satisfied with the chaos that ensued. form
“I swear before God, with heaven, my friends and my savagery as a witness that I don't know what this Drug Trafficker is talking about”
“Drug trafficking, your damn last name, hey ,priest, He swear before God and his house, that is a mistake, put on your cassock, even if in his mind” You alleged, offended.
“I'm not Priest,I have said it I've said it so many damn times."
“moutch, sir, we are in a bar but God continues to look at us, especially you, gentleman, with what face are you going to receive your faithful, Mr. Shepherd?”
"better thanks And I stop being a priest as soon as I walk in here, everyone at this table is dirty sinners.”
“I want to make it clear that I am the cleanest at the table, nor should I fall into that category.”
“As I say, miss, well behaved with her rudeness,” your brother responded.
“You and your friends infected me with that despicable evil that I have struggled with all my life” you said too dramatically.
“My God, I'm so sorry, I didn't imagine how much it had affected you.”
“Well now you see it.”
“I will fight to change, I promise... I love you” He took your hand, you wrinkled your nose.
“Well, they already finished the novel, we are drinking, not raising awareness”
“Well, Johnny, you learned a complicated word.” You high-fived.
“You see, practice especially for You .”
“Not that we were in a bar, sir?, make up your mind,” said your brother, apparently irritated. “I want to make something clear to you, you damn cretins, she is my sister, so technically I am her favorite from day one, her first word was my name.” taunts were renewed
“That day the universe let you know that the first 17 years of my life would be difficult, you forced us to meet Jimmy, technically that is the reason why you are my least favorite before Dutch.”
“Please, I was your first love.”
“Dude, you're going to make me throw up my beer at them.”
“You shouldn't be shy around boys, there is confidence”
“You shouldn't get your endorphins out in front of the kids, there's gossip” they made fun of the boy for a while, Johnny was the first to confess.
“I didn't understand why we were laughing.”
“less” they said at the same time, you found out your tired head
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“You know, at times like this, I would get a time machine, I would force myself to visit Dutch in the reform school, and I would blackmail him so that a criminal wouldn't come back.”
“Extortion so as not to be a criminal?” you raised your shoulders indifferently.
“Leave her, that's what happens when you're desperate.”
"So what I really wanted was the 'biggest bully'? You're a pretty interesting girl Y/N," Tommy commented.
"I have never hated nor will I hate any boy in my life like him, except Hittler but he stopped being a boy, anyway, I would think 5 times before saving Dutch from drowning, but I wish he were here, it's not a reunion of former cobras if the true representation of 'No Mercy' is not there,He was an idiot but that idiot belongs here, and... And I dont know, I feel like this is not complete without him, after all I had to endure, I would like to see him drunk enough to breathe with you again.”
One thing led to another so Johnny told you about his dojo
“It's really cool, Johnny, you know, I never thought you'd have that kind of job.”You said, sounding nice, although
you felt your chest shrink, bringing up everything about Karate again, more than 3 decades enjoying the tranquility of being with your old friends without karate, so that it will return as if nothing to alter the life of the one who suffered the most with him?, life kicked
“You thought Sid would support me for a lifetime, ha! "That great idiot, I would have thrown myself into the street from the first moment if it weren't for Mom... The dojo is great, I always knew that he wouldn't work in a horrible office, wearing a suit as if it were a wedding toy."
“You're right, it's worse than that, hello wedding doll” You said, offering your brother to shake your hand, he hit it, he said in a playful tone.
“Be a little bitch.”
"I am"
“Seriously, you have to know the dojo, Diaz would like you, he's like my favorite.”
"Sure, send me the address, and I'll get you in these days"
“For the love of God, Johnny tell him Kreese is there” An InterviHe intervened irritably, your smile faltered and horror took hold of you, you hid your hands under the table, so that they would not notice that they were trembling, you made a great effort to speak, ignoring the rapid beating of your heart.
“How is he there?”
“He is helping me with the children, he has experience as a sensei” you took a quick drink and instantly regretted it.
“Johnny, but what kind of experience? After everything he did? “You are going to let him be there with children, close to you as if nothing had happened.”
“Listen y/n I know it's hard to understand, but the change is just working, it's not like I'm going to trust him again and Go to be my sensei, I watch him all the time, the children are not in danger... God! Even the inhabitants of the street deserve work, don't they?" He said this last thing smiling, you smiled back at all the eyes on you.
“Do you want another round?” everyone confirmed “It's on me, I'll be back in a few minutes” you pressured yourself not to run to the bathroom while you felt that everything you had taken was about to come out.
By the time you returned with the beers, you witnessed the fight, you almost lost your balance, seeing those karate movements again, the rage, the blows and the blood as if they were children again and were still old enough to participate in the valley. To hell with the nausea, you took the entire round you brought them in an attempt to calm yourself down, it was in vain.
“God, I shouldn't do this, I definitely shouldn't do this, it's a damn bad idea... To hell with it...¡¡¡ place bets on him here on the quartet of karate midgets or on the idiots they's getting pummeled.!!!”
indirectly, you also participated in the fight, a guy who was beaten came limping to complain that you were marketing this without his permission for having participated, He was not willing to reason. And at any moment you will enter the drunk category,you smashed the can of beer that you were about to open, and he fell asleep for a while
You filled your pockets abysmally in 15 minutes
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“Seriously, gentlemen, you are 64 years old, you have gone through 5 divorces, 7 children, 2 guardianships, 4 lawsuits and 45 years of street sweeping to fight with a single guy in a bar, if it were an army of bodyguards, it would hold up, but one, only one "One, so many years of being slaves to the beatings are worth more than that."
“Again, we are 17 years old and we don't understand anything you have said until now.”
“What I said is: “Seriously, Karate? After all this time... Whoever is going to answer me from you always say with confidence and drama or I will have them run over”
"Always"
“Thanks Tommy, I'll cross it off my list when I get home” to everyone's confused faces, you explained “Reader things”
“Okay, whatever you say, but you can't claim anything from us, you got money for our beatings” Jimmy alleges
“I'm their manager, that's what you do, plus my partners, with what we win I'll take you to the movies” you responded, surrounding Bobby and Tommy with your arms.
“Please, the current cinema stinks”
“For God's sake Johnny! Don't be like one of those, who think that everything in the past is glorious, the past sucks as much as the present and less than the future, you just have to learn to deal with that... you still love Sylver Stallone right?
Uh?"
"Rocky Balboa"
“Yes, it is my reason for living,” he answered too quickly.
“Okay, there we have to end things right where they started Ramboo 5: Last blood”
“Take me to the movies, girl” and as if they weren't over 50, she offered to take you on a piggyback.
“We look ridiculous right?” You asked your friends
"Yep
“without a doubt”
“The most pathetic thing my poor, cursed eyes have ever seen.”
“Okay, let's go,” you ordered and the trip began.
You and Johnny continued dating after this.
“I really didn't have your address.”
“Much less will you have it now, you don't deserve it.”
"Oh, come on!! “Don’t tell me you were offended.”
“We wouldn't have seen each other for the last time, 5 years ago, if you had a phone, we both hate letters, Johnny seriously! Now it's impossible to survive without those things”
“I don't think so, Miguel has tried to explain to me, but it's the smallest box, but it's damned more complicated to use.” They both came face to face with that acquaintance, neither of whom wanted to see him.
“Nah!” they said in unison
"Is seriously"
"Damn"
“Don't rub me”
"You here?!"
“Not you here!”
“You two reunited.”
“tssk, please, it's envy because you don't have anyone from school to meet with.”
“Ouch, you started by making me bleed.”
“I don't know where that came from.”
“Ahhh... I understand, I understand, everything is clear” They both looked at each other confused “You are meeting everyone at school, to screw up my days, but I warn you”
“God, almost 40 years, he has that damn voice and he still believes he is the center of the world, did you never want to return to your city, kangaroo child?”
“I'm from Jersey, not Australian.”
“Yes, sorry about that, I don't know where it came from...again.”
The talk ended with you warning Daniel that he would receive a slap from you.
you met Miguel, and as a student you stayed to watch the class, seeing Johnny as sensei was killing you in the good and bad sense, a mixture of pride Fighting against your breathlessness, the pain in your chest and the cramp in your hands, you decided to kr. to take a walk around the dojo for a few minutes and when you returned, someone else was teaching the class, you didn't notice, you got distracted by a comic strip lying in Johnny's office, but before sitting where you were, you took a quick look, processed it and then froze: John Kreese several centimeters away but certainly in front of you, he stopped his class, looked at you intently, and you turned a statue, feeling mute, hands behind your back holding on to reduce the pain, your heart and brain stopped
Who are you?" you felt tears in your eyes, he had no time to waste "Who is she?"
“It's Y/N sensei, sensei Lawrence brought her.”
“hey, I see that you two met again” the man commented, inexplicably smiling, Kreese gave the order and the class continued your mind full of “no mercy”, “finish him”, “sweep the leg” and quick images of everything they had been willing to do. make your friends for him
“Who is this girl, Johnny, and why does she have the look of having seen her great-grandfather come out of his grave?”
“Y/n are you okay? You looked at them and at the whole place, they were there but now you see a statue, you let go of Johnny's grip, and without knowing when and why you ran out of the place, Johnny followed you without even bothering to say that he was coming back,
“Diaz”
“Yes sensei!”
"Come on... where did the girl come from?
“she is a good friend of Sensei's, since high school it seems to me, as I understood it, you know each other, you just didn't see each other much" He looked at the door of the dojo, but nothing was intentional. to move "Maybe I should follow them, the sensei doesn't know how to help people, I'll be back sensei Kreese"
before the man could say anything, the boy also left the place, he made a mental note of all that
Johnny found you in a park sitting in a chair rocking you, holding your head with his hands, he tried to talk to you but you were too numb to pay attention to him, after a few minutes Miguel appeared, he was more successful, he managed to calm you down, he brought you water, and little little by little you recovered your sanity
“What was all that?”
“Stress I guess”
“You've already been through this, rigth?” the boy asked, you smiled shyly.
“maybe, thanks kid”
“Nice to meet you, ma'am, maybe you should go to the doctor.”
"I'll keep that in mind." Johnny put an arm around you.
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•the cobras called you to leave in the mountains
“hey you guys”
“hey you girl”
“Listen, get your things ready, we're going to spend the weekend in the mountains.”You meditated for a few seconds
“They told Johnny?”
“Of course he more than agrees”
“Great...I'm not going”
“It's a joke, right?.”
“God why not?”
“So now it's the perfect time for you to spend time with him, you know what kids do, I feel like I've spent all these years helping you pretend that he and Dutch were just swallowed up by the earth, and now you have the perfect opportunity for them to “former cobras live together”
“God mine doesn't make sense, you know how ridiculous that sounds, Tommy wants you there.”
“I'm not going jimmy,You won't make me change my mind”You said firmly
“Okay”
“Thank you Bobby, it's better I delay it because I'm going to get sick.”
“We are going to miss you, get better”
It turns out that you received the bad news when they were about to return, it really hit you
you and the cobras were practically Step Brothers :
•you and Dutch had been united enemies (the only thing you shared in common was that you hated each other, and that's how you worked wonderfully)
•Bobby, he's like your best friend, your soulmate and all that stuff (He had made you feel comfortable from the first moment until now, he was definitely the best of them, and you loved him for that)
• Johnny was that person you didn't want to meet, the leader of them, popular and too rich to breathe, sexist cretin, and with a slightly worrying obsession with love, who would have thought that you were going to adopt him just for all that, almost too perfect for society and at the same time too human and accessible, (He wasn't very convinced of you or that you would spend time with them, But he had not objected, nor did he deny you the possibility of meeting him, you would carry his ass to the end of the world without protesting)
•Jimmy was your brother, and as much as you would hate everything he agreed to do when he joined the Cobras, he was still The same with you was strange but he was the most perfectly imperfect older brother you could have asked for. (He really had been your first love and he was going to be your last) (really strange to say).
•But Tommy, God!!! really Tommy was different from everything previously described, he was your partner in crime, he was not your best friend and yet he was your least favorite, you would never ask him for help and you would still beat him up if he had gotten in the way. a problem, you wished more than a thousand times that he would never set foot in your house again, and even so you were happy to see him every day in the hallways acting strange to you, you had always been clear about it, you were going to miss him at any moment in your life, even so If you had last seen him 2 minutes ago,Now you would have to miss him every day.
The boys knew it, you didn't need company But you were family so providing it didn't hurt.
“aaaahhhhh!!” You screamed, when the noises you heard turned into 3 men you knew well, obviously seeing what they were wasn't going to miraculously calm you down.
“Little Girl how can you scream like that?” You made signs with your hands without looking at them , and they understood,You needed to recover, Maybe you would be hoarse, it had been a good scream and scare, the typical situation in which someone would say you wanted to kill me? or you almost died of fright, right?, but since they were going through a death, You wouldn't use that word by accident,
“Better honk?” Johnny asked, returning with food from your fridge, that’s something Tommy would do, Gonna your refrigerator and bring Johnny to him and would both eat while the others faced your interrogations, now Johnny looks for his own food and eats alone in front of you...yes, it would definitely hurt a lot
“What are you doing here?"
“We came to visit you darling.”
How did they get in?”
“We met your friend at the door, Betty, right? SHe left us open.”
“Quite pretty, but do you think she likes men? She didn't seem interested in me..”You couldn't help but laugh at the comment, it had to be him,
“Johnny, for God's sake!”
“Did your closet flood?” Bobby asked,It seems like it wasn't normal for a middle-aged woman to be lying comfortably in a scattered tangle of clothes and hooks.
“Just a relapse.” You replied nonchalantly, pointing at the TV.
“out of sadness?”
“Due to laziness,I have been since I was 9, I will be until the last of my breaths in this old rag called world.”
“Poetic”
“Thank you, it comes naturally when you work listening to extinct types of human variants”
“What's that?"
“Bonsai”
“It's a toy, right?It looks like painted, burned and remade plastic”Johnny had to be
"It's not dear,It's just a tree that never grew,As if Peter Pan had been sent to Wonderland,When his parents discovered that he had been born drugged".
"I thought it was neverland”
“Johnny and I personalize things”
“Why is there so much Chinese shit here?”
“They are gifts, I never reject gifts, and it's Japanese!!!”
“Man, remembers her dead old man”Jimmy reminded him,
Although you scold him (and scold them) a lot, normally you would let Johnny get away with various issues, especially ethnic ones (it's not like the boy deals with people from different cultures frequently) but it was easy for him to understand why you corrected him. abruptly this time, it was your friend with Chinese eyes, He had never been able to discover if you loved the other or him more(and that 'he had not known him')
“Well You discovered that my Addiction keeps rolling But controlled,And I saw that you have not left Let Johnny hide again,so Nice visit”
“We go for a walk“
“Guys, I've been going out, I work, I shop, unfortunately I talk to people, and I keep myself busy At home, it's not like I've been choking on gallons of cereal”
“Y/N we know, that we would be the last person we would have to worry about in these situations, you are the older sister obviously you are the example, but hey let the troublemakers try to take care of you”
“Do you want to take care of someone? this guy escaped from us since he graduated, don't be hypocrites, and dutch is in jail without decent visits, and a windstorm could have killed him To the other cobras and to the other friends”
“Don't be rude, we just want to go out okay”Before you could protest Johnny was carrying you headfirst onto his shoulder.
“"I'll throw up your sneakers, your socks or your ankles, I don't know what Johnny, but rest assured I'll hit something." Useless protest you were already out of your room“Wait! At least let me change”
“These You are a cute bouquet baby,”
“Please, these are home clothes not worthy of seeing the street light at 3 pm”
“You take a long time choosing, and you will continue watching TV, you won't convince us” You sighed, exhausted.
“We call the girls”
“What girls?”
“Your girls”
“for that reason, which of many?”
“The ones from school, with Susan and Barbara on board”
“I saw those girls less than 3 months ago, I guess the idea of ​​beers erases anyone's memory”
“sometimes i asked me how you have so many friends”
“same thing, I gave up 2 months ago” finally let you down
Season 3
•Johnny was aware of something, maybe you hadn't seen him in 5 years, but that didn't mean you had stayed away from “his family.”
You walked calmly through the noisy and crowded streets of DownTown, “Godmother” you heard a child shout, you stopped to look, it was not a child, it was a young man, he came up to you, you looked at him kindly.
“I think you got confused kid, I don't have godchildren.”
“Oh yes, I'm sorry ma'am”
he retraced his steps, and then back to you, they both smiled.
“Hello almost gomother”
“What does my only and favorite almost godson say?” They hugged each other.
It all started 10 years ago, you were visiting his mother and he told you
“You know, Aunt y/n? I asked mom if she had married dad Johnny, you would have been my godmother and she told me yes, so now you will be almost godmother y/n.”
“It's a clever nickname almost godson Robbys”
the shortest story you could have ever told
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"What are you doing here?"
“Taking advantage of my rest time so that my blood circulates, you already ate?” The denied “Well then you know where we are going”
"brilliant"
You'd seen him once or twice since he'd been paroled, so they had a lot to say.
“You can stay at my house, indefinitely, it's small, but really spacious for 2”
“Thank you almost godmother, it would be good for me, I had been staying at the cobra dojo, but they discovered me, I thought I would return to the reformatory”
“Thank God they didn't do it, it's better that you get out of there as soon as possible, those guys are unreliable."
Although you hated that subject with your life, and just thinking about it caused shivers and cramps throughout your body, karate was an important part of Robby's life (why did everyone who knew that sport make it the only way of life? So they talked about him
“I think I'm going to train again” you swallowed dryly, you felt a little dizzy, Not again!! after everything it had caused!! karate would continue, you tried to act calm
“Good for you Robby, and for Daniel you must be his best student.”
“Who said I would go back to him, I don't even want to see that guy on the billboards, I'm going to train in cobra kai” your throat was irritated, you hid your hands under the table, you pretended to be full so that they would tremble calmly in your wobbly legs surely stunned by the beating of your veins,
You had obtained information about how things were with that dojo now, you mentally prayed that there had been a sudden change when you subtly assured
“Well, I think Tasmanian devils are adorable puppies compared to those kids, but your dad will know how to control them.”
“Johnny is not there, if he was, he would never have spread sheets there.”
“ok... so who is in charge of the dojo?” a tremor of your voice at the last words
"A new sensei, his name is Kreese...Jonh Kreese, I think you know him, he met all the cobras years before Daniel appeared to beat the valley"
You took a few seconds before responding, your trembling hands hugging your nauseating stomach, you'd have to be Katharine Hepburn to act like nothing was wrong.
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“If I remember”
“You think he's a bad person, right?”
“I just think he would have been a high-ranking general in the Hitler regime.”
"So he shouldn't train in his dojo," He said half affirming and asked
“Yes, yes and yes, that's just what you should do, stay 550 miles away from him, help me put him in jail and make sure fucks him jail time, then we'll move to a new state and we can all make friends and eat potato pudding." You really struggled not to say this. You sighed and forced yourself to say the following. "I think you have to make that decision on your own. I think you've been through a lot and you have the ability to choose what's best for you. Maybe you'll make such a mistake. Maybe not, that's what learning to live is all about, at this point in life listening to so many different advices will lead you to do whatever you want to get revenge, and I don't want to contribute to that, so I'll stay out of it, and I'll carry your back if you need it” He meditated on your words and smiled, He simply smiled.
That damn good boy smile that you knew from your childhood friends, who guaranteed that they would do just what they shouldn't do, so hopefully the pain of your chest would turn into a heart attack in the middle of the night and in the end you would rest next to Mr Miyagi and Tommy, being placed on the hypocritical blacklist that Dutch resided on years ago, fake smile and
you wasted half a bottle of wine, unfortunately it wasn't red, nor vodka
“It's easy to understand why you're a human resources manager.”
“After half a lifetime of putting up with people's mental bullshit, I realized that I could use my retarded Diamond in Rough of patience and diplomacy to generate profits that guarantee me surviving at the end of the month, and keeping my cyanide jar in optimal conditions. "You know, a drink, in case Russian roulette doesn't work for me."
•You invited him to spend the rest of the afternoon in your office, anyone would be surprised how an almost involuntary murderer would have fun at his aunt's work as if he were 8 years old, it made you feel good to see that, it would be fine despite everything, even there was humanity in
You couldn't interfere directly in his affairs, ..
But if Indirectly
...
“Good morning Jefferson.”
“Good morning sir, welcome, ah Mr. Larusso, this young woman was waiting for you”
“So Hi There Danie” You greeted harshly, he looked at you seriously and sighed overwhelmed, which gave you more enthusiasm “Your dollhouse is huge, it's the perfect place to abandon a child. Hasn't it happened yet?
"No, it hasn't happened, thank you for receiving it, Jefferson," he said curtly, he motioned for you to follow him and suddenly stopped suddenly, saying before continuing walking "By the way, in case your eyes didn't notice it, 20 decades and 9 years ago, it stopped being considered a young woman”
“Good people age beautifully, I hope you don't feel envy.”
“Don't worry, not a bit.”
"That's great, because I wouldn't want that horrible defect to rot your pure soul." You said in a loving, sarcastic way, he forced himself not to laugh or smile.
“You know he was flirting with you right?”
“Possibly, but don't pay much attention to it... it doesn't make you happy?!! "Your employee was not a victim of Cruella de Vil's evil plans."
“Aren't you worried about your husband? "Isn't he one of those super jealous types?"
“Did I look like a girl who would marry a depressive drug addict?”
“Well…”
“I don't have to worry too much about him now, I pawned him for the swimming barbie, the first one divorced me because I faded all his underwear, the second one I gave him a dog with rabies for his birthday... I don't know why I demand, and for the third one I baked a cheesecake in the shape of a cookie, it turns out that he was allergic to cheese...and to the cake...and the cookies aroused trauma, He present a restraining order, sensitive puppies."
“I understand, you didn't get married...children?”
"Less"
“Any relationship regardless of whether it was meaningful” You denied “At least you've had sex right? judging eyes and your raised eyebrow
“I didn't know we had that kind of trust, old buddy, I don't even tell that to my girlfriends” this time he did laugh, just a little, he tried to hide his amusement.
“Ok, sorry” was a little strange, LaRussian just smiling and laughing in front of you “It's just not every day you meet a woman who hasn't had those kinds of connections.”
“I once met an old man with the life that he understood at 17 years old that he would have, without a wife, children, voluntarily distanced from his family and place of birth (not the latter) an anti-traditionalist, simple life, it didn't make him very happy, because of a hard past, which lost him, but for me, he was worth more than the milky way and more, and since I have always accepted that my past, humanity and my life sucked, this type of life is a culinary delight for me”
They finally arrived at his office.
“So what did you want to talk to me about?”
His brown eyes fixed on you, you regretted a little of the pleasant atmosphere that had been created, perhaps the best thing would have been to tell him between shouts and pushes, your suspicions, but your God, almost 34 years of that, you wanted even that to mature, you felt that You would fall at any moment, were you starting to see blurry?
“Okay, well the situation is...ah look, I've been accused of being a gossip almost my entire life, deep down I know it's true and I hate that, and I don't want to come off as a savior, but I feel that if I don't say the truth, I take half responsibility for the problems.”
“Very well...the situation is?” You sighed, either you said it or you vomited at that moment, maybe both would happen.
“Robby wants to join cobra kai, which now belongs to...Kreese” you said this last thing almost out of breath, maybe you will die right now, your heart would finally stop, or accelerate until you fell to the floor, you would be in the same mud as Tommy and Mr Miyagi?
“What!!?? ... I don't think so it must be... God despite everything he is a smart boy, he has heard a lot about Kreese, he wouldn't do it, no he definitely wouldn't do it”
“Adam was smart and still ate the forbidden fruit. He is an intelligent boy, but he is still a child. He is an old man of 180 years old, a war veteran, a ruthless emotional manipulator, but he knows the devil for being old than for being a devil. ”
"This is not the time to be philosophical" he demanded angrily.
"not even to be naive" you counterattacked, both of them gave each other furtive glances, you walked around the office, a useless attempt, the knot in your stomach continued to grow, you would definitely faint, you wanted to go through that door, and ignore the existence of karate, which everyone they would give them their damn sport
The man composed himself before you, with a coldness that you had never seen on his face. "Look, Robby has already caused a lot of pain around here, let him do whatever he wants, let him mess with whoever he wants, as long as he stays away from my family."
"You're fucking with me, right?!" A tear came out of your cheek, and the stress little by little consumed you "This must be a damn bad joke, right?, RIGHT?!!"
"You're going to tone it down in my office y/n, I don't make jokes like this, I tried to get close to the boy, he ran away, I don't even know why he tried, he participated in the fight where my daughter was injured"
"Everyone participated in the fight where your daughter was injured, the tall nerdy boy, I think he was Jewish, threw a rack of trophies at the young version of the Man is German, the disciple of Jesus Nathaniel, Chris, and many of your pigeons of peace, they broke bones, maybe you are just defending yourselves, but what does it matter if you cause the same damage as the bad guys?”
"Why aren't you going to complain to Johnny huh? Or is he going to continue being the poor little guy in this situation?" that stress or that eight quarters, now it was rage, in its pure state, red, liquid and bubbling
"You know, I actually thought about doing it, I was going to tell him all this before you, but he's trying to help Miguel recover, and he's weakly trying to get closer to his son, too late but he's trying, so I stopped. to think, and I realized what the main difference between you is, he feels guilty, you don't, he thinks it's his fault that Miguel attacked Robby, he thinks it's his fault that Robby threw him, how curious isn't it? He believes that it is his fault, that your student, whom you only taught to defend himself, has shot another, you, on the other hand, go through life without regrets, the humble boy who surpassed himself, won trophies after trophies, had a lovely family, and he became successful, he had the best sensei that any human being could have asked for, and yet he never learned to forgive."
"I forgive those who deserve it"
Like who? " Silence, you laughed ironically, you wiped your tears accumulated on your cheek, you sat on the floor, for a while no one said anything, your heart fell asleep
"forgiveness is earned, it is not something you have to receive for existing!!"
"You're right but human beings make mistakes, you never let Mr Miyagi down?"
"It's none of your business, I'm not going to discuss a matter about my past, my sensei and I, with a damn cobra feeder and breeder, who scolds and threatens everyone when they bite people."
"Hey!! Be careful with your tone" you saw him swallow dryly, and back away on instinct, you were sitting on the floor, quite far away, and your face was a mess even so, he had feared
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"Seriously, Larusso, after these years without seeing each other I keep infusing you Pee …wow I could have been a big bully"
"Ja, you weren't?"
"No, I wasn't" Cold and wild look, he looked away from his, and you smiled, with anger but you did it.
"Well, perhaps you have never let Mr. Miyagi down, because you were purely good, why do you think you were and are? Because you had examples, I only know your mother and your sensei, but surely you had much more, Robby is 2 alcoholic parents, one negligent and the other absent, he has survived on the basis of friendships, and now he meets a good guy who takes away his support twice, and a girl who betrays him even so, he defends her when a violent blonde hits her, and Who wins with this? Let another boy who is attracted to her confront him, Miguel has a good mother and grandmother, he has no shortage of love, but the tiredness of being bullied at school leads him to take up karate and he doesn't. mercy, to the next level, when he realizes this, it is too late, he receives a kick in the stomach, and falls down the stairs, do you know why this rivalry between both boys started?…over a girl, it brings back memories of "Is your mind too busy denying everything?"
The man closes his eyes and takes deep breaths, so when he gets angry at you again, you see them dead.
"You and Kreese are the same, you get under people's skin, and try to weaken them, you won't be able to do it with me" you struggle to breathe and bury your head in your legs, faced with the sudden pain that attacks you, you take a while to respond
"and you will never be like Mr. Miyagi, he did not judge anyone, he knew how to forgive, he helped even the most unfortunate"
"You didn't know either of us, I don't allow you to talk about him"
"I MEET HIM!!! ... I really did,... not like the guy who hit my friends, who I sued before listening, who saved Johnny from being suffocated, and I am grateful to him every hour of my life, I met him outside of that, but I suppose that for you, the only stories that deserve to be told are where you are, as the protagonist." Nothing more was said
Before you left, he gave you a handkerchief and a glass of water.
"You know even though we ended up arguing like we did when we were 17, this is the first conversation I liked having with you, I never thought you would let me talk and listen to me, thank you for that" You knew I wouldn't answer, you crossed the door
•You found out about the cancellation of All Valley, and the appeal, you decided to go, you arrived late, which was useful so that your 3 acquaintances wouldn't see you, but you didn't miss any details of the meeting, you patted your forehead when they couldn't hide their rivalries at a time like this, a bunch of immature people who didn't grow up according to their bodies, it seems like they were about to cancel it definitively, you might later regret taking it easy, and say
"People of the council, I would like to give a brief testimony about what I know about these 3 people related to karate"
"Request granted, come forward…What is your name?"
"Y/N Nomen Nescio born in California on (…) identified with ID (…) permanent resident of this city, human resources manager"
"It seems that there is finally a serious woman among us, I hope she can give us a reliable testimony" you blushed at the compliments, but you remembered who and where you were, it could be some kind of manipulation to tell them just what they wanted to hear "we listen to you ma'am"
"Before she starts giving us her testimony, my team and I would like to ask you some questions," commented one of the managers,
"Have you practiced Karate?"
"no ma'am"
"Did you work for any of these 3 men?"
"no sir”
"Did any of your children take classes from any or all of them?"
"No sir, I don't have children"
"Well, I don't see how his testimony could be relevant." You knew perfectly well what was happening, when someone let themselves be intimidated by these types of people and their questions, that afternoon you were not one of them.
"In fact, members of the council, I studied with Mr. Larruso and Lawrence, and my brother, he was a student of Mr. Jonh Kreese here, for 5 years I was constantly hearing about karate, and how that world works, 34 years later karate continues live my environment, that is why I consider that my testimony could be useful for your final decision, if you allow me to testify
"She's already doing it," one replied coldly.
"Well then I proceed to continue, my brother joined Cobra Kai in the summer of 1979, by his own choice and the support of my parents, who thought it was a good sport for their son to develop strength, dexterity, discipline and character, And so it was, my brother, he began to be more responsible, more organized, he improved his grades at school and made great friends, however his attitude also changed, he became aggressive and conceited and superficial, he gained popularity for his abilities and for being part of An extremely demanding dojo, that made him believe that he could mistreat those who were not like him, the 'losers'
“Allow me to interrupt his testimony ma'am, so karate turned him into a savage?"
"arguably"
"I need a strong answer, yes or no, not an intermediate"
That guy was giving you a headache, as if standing on a stage almost in front of all those people, a friend you had decided to speak for, a boy who hated you who also deserved to look good, and one of the beings most detestable things on earth for you, which was also the reason why you had nightmares once or twice a month, why you hated karate, why you had to stare at the jury creating a script of what to say in your mind Because at the slightest lack of concentration, the penetrating gaze of that man that you felt would cut the back of your Nape at any moment would make you go completely blank, and perhaps you would break down in front of people for the first time in your life.
"I don't want to make fun of you, much less disrespect you, but life is not a complete yes or no, there are maybes, in the case of my brother I would say that he became a little wild, I'm not saying completely, because he is my brother "But because I have known worse cases from that dojo, who completely lost the reason for good and evil and until now have not been able to recover."
"in Mr. Kreese's cobra kai?"
"Yes ma'am"
"objection" the man shouted, you shuddered and the nerves you had tamed were quickly released your heart reminded you that you were alive with wild beats, your throat became dry and johnny realized that your legs trembled "she was never in my dojo, she never attended my classes, she never spoke to me, recently she came into my dojo, and she didn't say anything, she just ran away" block, block, block... mental block,
your brain screamed, again it was a pillar of salt, although this time you were conscious, you struggled to move your right arm, you subtly placed it behind your back and it clung to your another arm pinching it subtly, it worked, your heart came back to itself, and your negative emotions that you needed to get through to face this did too. angry, but with a calm voice you responded
"Sorry, for being afraid of the man who mentally destroyed my friends, and who almost murdered one of them in a parking lot for not winning first place" murmurs invaded the room, for the second time in your life you challenged, you competed with the gaze of Kreese, you pooped with fear, but even if your body or your mind didn't help you, you wouldn't back down, you never backed down from a confrontation.
“Do you consider that problem children were victims of karate?"
"Not from Mr. Kreese."
"I object”
"Sir, this is not a court, you can object but it will not prevent the lady from speaking, you had him turn and you chose to fight like a teenager of Miss Brown's age, or even less."
"Why do you think it's not the sport's fault?"
"because I met a different teacher, Mr. Larusso's sensei, Mr. Miyagi, he had different teaching methods, although like Mr. Kreese's I would say that they were established, they did not change, they wanted you to connect with the sport, not to force you to dominate it, They were ascentral methods”
"Miyagi, is that the name?”
"Last name, his name was Nariyoshi Kesuke Miyagi, born in Okinawa, Japan, July 9, 1925" breathe a sigh of relief, the memory of Mr Miyagi was what was necessary to calm you down, it was incredible how the legacy of a person could continue helping you like 15 years after his death
on the benches sam asked his father
"Why didn't you tell me that the ally of your enemies at school knew so much about Mr Miyagi?"
"I didn't even know"
"You can't know anything about everything, Larusso, that's why you have to trust."
Dad and daughter looked at the blonde man in surprise.
"it's strange that it comes from you Johnny"
"sometimes I'm a deep guy"
"Very sometimes," commented the girl, father and daughter laughing, he just rolled his eyes and focused on his friend.
"Did the United States come to war?
"Not for love, and to avoid a fight"
"Brave guy" commented one of them
"It really was, he defied family traditions for love, when he saw that it was not possible for him to make a change, he ran away but he didn't just challenge the system of a family, maybe if anyone fought with his cousin for love, a love that would last 5 months ,a lot"
“A man without flaws for you as I understand it”
“He had defects like every human being, he had no problem recognizing them, and talking about how these had affected him, he was a very human man. Not only did he teach his students, all of us, even those of us who did not practice Karate, could learn from him.”
“Well, you will forgive me for finishing the old sensei's part, What a student with Mr. Lawrence”
“Yes sir, that's how it was”
“And he, at the same time, was a student at Mr. Kreese's dojo?” Johnny, Kreese and you confirmed, you became a little more alert.
"And as I understand it, Mr. Lawrence reopened the Cobra Kai dojo, and hired Mr. Kreese, therefore the teachings with which you learned, the boys are also practicing"
“That is his honor, but Mr. Kreese and I no longer work together, I have a separate dojo.”
“Okay, but Mrs. Y/N, by accusing Mr. Kreese, wouldn't you also be accusing Mr. Lawrence, since they were both teaching the same thing, separately and together?”again fear, fear of making a mistake and harming the kids, fear that your attempt was not enough... but here you were, no one forced you to stop, no one forced you to get involved in the life of your brother and his friends, you chose it and you would hold it You rushed to answer.
"Although technically they teach the same thing, their methods and the purpose of their teaching are different, Mr. Kreese believes that all his students should only worry about themselves, betrayal, dishonesty, and violence do not matter as long as they achieve their goals, they work hard to be the best, but once they achieve it they become damn egomaniacs, and no one can condemn them for that, Mr. Lawrence also teaches hard work, and egocentrism but without destroying everything around them. They are always with guard up, enough to doubt but not to trust, and Mr. Larusso's Miyagi do, in case you wanted to ask me, teach you how to defend yourself, they don't attack first but that doesn't mean they are going to let themselves be trampled, they seek to connect with the sport and Show the best qualities and attitudes all the time”
“If everything you say is true, why did the students of both dojos fight to the death?” You sighed, not even those children could explain it, and now you were going to play psychologist.
“Well, they are still children, and just because they have good principles doesn't mean that they are going to apply them all the time, I don't think it's their teachers' fault, but it's not all their fault either, in a way, we adults get carried away by our own ideas. emotions (As you could see here) with more reason a group of teenagers, and let's be honest sir, how many of us would not have taken a situation like that to the extreme if we had the chance to do so" It was a bad argument, you noticed it before the murmur of everyone, another Maybe your heart was beating slowly, almost on the verge of stopping 'Were you going to die in front of everyone?'
“God, I think She's ruining it.”
“What does it matter if she did it? By the damn God you said, she's been talking for almost 45 minutes to fix our butts, not even we could stand properly in 5 minutes, Larusso, you should be more grateful!!”
“Couldn't it be that by having a rivalry between both dojos, they influenced their students to hate each other? And if so, how could you continue defending them?
“Rivalry exists, in all teams, groups, places, especially in sports, and we see the same questionable acts that we are analyzing today, why not suspend football due to the disturbances it generates? Why not eliminate from television teen movies that in some way romanticize family problems, mental illnesses, toxic friendships and relationships? Because it is an unstoppable global phenomenon, right? And given that, there is no need to raise awareness among the population. Well, in karate, exactly the same thing happens, the students took everything too far, but that's not why their senseis rule them out of the sport and their lives. They seek to teach them that everything is in its proper place, the sport when it is time to train and share, the teachings at any time in life, and the use of karate only when there is a threat, but in a responsible, calm and conscious manner, if they take away "the possibility of competing, both children and their teachers will not be able to correct their mistakes, and how will they learn the consequences of their mistakes"
“Anything else to say?” one of the members asked tiredly.
“That's all, thank you for allowing me to speak” Surprisingly, people applauded you, Miguel arrived just in time, he and Larruso's daughter gave their version and all valley not Should be suspended, you left quietly, you managed to reach your car but obviously you had company
“You arrive without saying hello, and you leave without saying goodbye, you never heard of manners right y/n?” Before you could answer the guy hugged you tightly and even spun you around, it was fun like old times, you slapped him playfully.
“Get off Johnny Lawrence, we are no longer children, we have just come out of a 'trial', those effusiveness are not appropriate, it would be good for you to learn from Daniel Larusso, always boringly stoic.”
“Thank you for being here and cleaning up my mess y/n like I was one of your cobras, even after how badly I treated you, and I'm sorry Saying you couldn't talk about Mr Miyagi, it seems like you knew him better than me."He smiled at you, but you didn't let yourself be convinced so quickly, looking at Johnny you said
“He can say positive things and ask for forgiveness, did you throw him out of Banquet Coors?”
“Very funny, I don't only open my heart when I'm high.”
“Are you on drugs, Larruso?” They asked at the same time curious like little children
“You know I'm trying to say that…”
“Yes, yes Larusso understood what you wanted to tell me half an hour ago, it's just fun to make fun of your zero sense of humor, but hey, everything's fine, the past was already run over a long time ago” You extended your hand to him, he rolled his eyes smiling and shook it. That's when the children arrived
“Hi, I'm Sam, I just wanted to say thank you very much for your help, that testimony was great, destroy you all” she hugged you, and for a few seconds your arms were hanging, until you were strong enough to hug her, you knew the chaos that had generated, but hadn't you said for 5 minutes in court that they were just children? You definitely understood why Miguel and Robby were crazy about her. She was as pretty as an angel, As cute as a cat, and with the voice of a 12-year-old girl, but you felt that same itch on your shoulder that you had when you saw her father for the first time. time, it was definitely better to have her as a stranger than as an ally or enemy
“No problem, Dear,” you stroked her hair, “you look a lot like her father.” They both smiled, it might have seemed like a compliment, but it wasn't, you knew chaos generators when you saw them, and that was in their genes.
“Miss Y/N, nice to see you again, thank you for the help.”
“Oh hello Miguel, nice to have” gave each other a hug
“Hey, do you have something you're doing right now?” Daniel asked.
“If in fact, they're expecting me at a baby shower right now, I'm supposed to be in charge.”
“Oh, I'm sorry to delay you, maybe one day you can stop by my house or the dojo.”
“Sure, I'll just change the schedule of the workers who build the ball pit for my daughter, and I'll be there any day.” You got into the car, winked and before Johnny couldn't say anything.
“Wait a minute she doesn’t have kids.”
“She could have a knife full of blood and a corpse next to her, and she would still make you doubt for 2 minutes whether or not she had something to do with it, she never doubts what she says... I guess that makes her so smart.
Well maybe you were smart enough to fool 🪤 2 old men who couldn't get over the events of 3 decades ago, but not smart enough to believe that you could just leave the place where you had exposed John Kreese for the rot that he was, without running into him. before reaching the parking lot.
You were walking fast as fast as the blood was burning your body, your vision was a little blurry and you could bet that you would throw up as soon as you touched the car door...if you were lucky, feeling dying, the malboro of the man standing where you were passing was not felt, but you felt a familiar chill that turned your blood into icy clots, you were not willing to stop, but obviously his voice did.
“So you spoke...as you could see, I swore you was mute” he approached, standing behind you, he spat his smoke on your Nape and it got all over your face “or retarded”
“Well today you could see that I am none of those things.” Your eyes threatened to leave their sockets, and you cursed yourself for never thinking before speaking, Maybe you were finally going to die.
"It's neither of those two things, but it's something much worse... it's a witness" chills again you couldn't help but shudder, he enjoyed that he had the power at that moment you knew how dangerous a psychopath with power could be " A rather brave witness, I must admit, the first person to speak against me in court, and in general, the first woman... Maybe I underestimate them a little... Please look me in the eyes when I speak” the return, a lump in your dry and choked throat, your eyes struggling to carry your tears, yes, the guy had control
“a cowardly brave witness, but... regardless of their qualities, witnesses are still witnesses, the only ones who have true control, because they can or cannot participate in the events, but they look, they look at everything, some hidden in a perfect hiding like you, it doesn't matter if they decide to speak or not, the only thing that matters is that they know, and perhaps a little mouse is less dangerous than a rat, not for me, the people who know are the first to fall, to be set on fire as evidence Are you afraid of fire? Gasoline? to harm your family? or to weapons?” a loud silence from you, but the guy wasn't blind, and your chest was rising and falling faster than a roller coaster, he laughed sarcastically "I thought so..."
You started making strange noises as if you were drowning, he ignored them and continued with his speech that little by little began to become mute for you, your ears covered and you stopped seeing, you closed your eyes and covered your ears but you still did.
You could see in your mind, your knees were bending and you began to think that you were going to get out of here on a stretcher, and from one moment to the next without explanation you kicked his testicles so hard that your knee was hurting.
You looked really surprised at what you had done, a old man, war veteran, who lived alone lying on the ground, you could really be a monster, but you were not going to apologize or give in, An inexplicable disgust covered your chest, and turned your hands red
“This is for Johnny and for every cobra of every generation that I knew, know and have not known,And for the people they hurt ...And for Daniel Larusso...I hope he lives long enough for life up yours what deserves.
He didn't say anything, you just saw his pain, a silence from both of you, you looked at him for the last time, he didn't look at you, you continued on your way.
•Again it didn't feel good, the plug in your chest grew and grew, your hands redder, your face itched, your knee felt bleeding inside and your soul felt miserable, more than it had ever felt or could have felt. *for Johnny's trauma, for forcing Bobby, for Tommy's death, for Dutch's criminal life and for recruiting your brother into his ranks, for Miguel's temporary paralysis, and the prison for Robby, the fight in school* you repeated yourself but it was useless, it didn't give you a feeling of rest but rather a tangle of anguish in your stomach, it didn't matter if you died today, the day after or tomorrow because you were already dead in life,
and Lawrence and Larusso were never going to find out what happened before they caught up with you in the parking lot.
-From season 3 in Forward-
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•You continue to maintain yourself in the following seasons, it's just that you took a break from solving other people's problems, you're just out there
•Johnny hasn't told you yet but you will be the godmother of his baby with Carmen (You have a bet in which you defend with blood that it will be a girl)
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queenlua · 3 months
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One day when Katri was out with the dog, Anna opened her work drawer, the only one of all her cabinet drawers that was always impeccably tidy. It had been closed all winter. Anna cared out a ritual that she always repeated when the first spring fog rolled in from the sea. She lifted out the teak case with its worn, carefully oiled finish and conducted a painstaking examination of her paints. No additions needed. She tested the soft tips of her brushes, marten hair, the best brushes you could buy. She contemplated all her materials carefully, and everything was in order. She put everything back in precisely the same place. She went out to the woods behind the house and dug a hole in the snow. There was moss at the bottom. She pressed her hand against the frozen earth and felt how the ice was slowly beginning to melt. But the moment was not yet, not for some time to come.
—from The True Deceiver by Tove Jansson
The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it. The long night seemed to have set in; the trifling airs, nibbling, the clammy breaths, fumbling, seemed to have triumphed. The saucepan had rusted and the mat decayed. Toads had nosed their way in. Idly, aimlessly, the swaying shawl swung to and fro. A thistle thrust itself between the tiles in the larder. The swallows nested in the drawing-room; the floor was strewn with straw; the plaster fell in shovelfuls; rafters were laid bare; rats carried off this and that to gnaw behind the wainscots. Tortoise-shell butterflies burst from the chrysalis and pattered their life out on the window-pane. Poppies sowed themselves among the dahlias; the lawn waved with long grass; giant artichokes towered among roses; a fringed carnation flowered among the cabbages; while the gentle tapping of a weed at the window had become, on winters' nights, a drumming from sturdy trees and thorned briars which made the whole room green in summer. What power could now prevent the fertility, the insensibility of nature? Mrs. McNab's dream of a lady, of a child, of a plate of milk soup? It had wavered over the walls like a spot of sunlight and vanished. She had locked the door; she had gone. It was beyond the strength of one woman, she said. They never sent. They never wrote. There were things up there rotting in the drawers--it was a shame to leave them so, she said. The place was gone to rack and ruin. Only the Lighthouse beam entered the rooms for a moment, sent its sudden stare over bed and wall in the darkness of winter, looked with equanimity at the thistle and the swallow, the rat and the straw. Nothing now withstood them; nothing said no to them. Let the wind blow; let the poppy seed itself and the carnation mate with the cabbage. Let the swallow build in the drawing-room, and the thistle thrust aside the tiles, and the butterfly sun itself on the faded chintz of the arm-chairs. Let the broken glass and the china lie out on the lawn and be tangled over with grass and wild berries. For now had come that moment, that hesitation when dawn trembles and night pauses, when if a feather alight in the scale it will be weighed down. One feather, and the house, sinking, falling, would have turned and pitched downwards to the depths of darkness. In the ruined room, picnickers would have lit their kettles; lovers sought shelter there, lying on the bare boards; and the shepherd stored his dinner on the bricks, and the tramp slept with his coat round him to ward off the cold. Then the roof would have fallen; briars and hemlocks would have blotted out path, step and window; would have grown, unequally but lustily over the mound, until some trespasser, losing his way, could have told only by a red-hot poker among the nettles, or a scrap of china in the hemlock, that here once some one had lived; there had been a house. If the feather had fallen, if it had tipped the scale downwards, the whole house would have plunged to the depths to lie upon the sands of oblivion. But there was a force working; something not highly conscious; something that leered, something that lurched; something not inspired to go about its work with dignified ritual or solemn chanting [...]
—from To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
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nikoruistyping · 1 year
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✨If you get this, answer with ten random facts about yourself, and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications. Anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog ✨️
Thank you for the tag: @a-woman-with-claws-and-fangs​ (I won’t be tagging bc I haven’t been on here in a while so I don’t really know who to tag but I encourage anyone who sees this to join in on the fun!)
Random facts about me!
1. I’m a sucker for enemy to lovers fanfics or anything that's a professor/student AU 
2. I’m the youngest out of 3, my siblings and I are all 10 yrs apart from each other
3. I used to do Equestrian when I was a kid and want to get back into it now as an adult
4. I drink iced coffee all year round because I’m too impatient to wait for hot coffee to cool down
5. I’m 100% a dog person, my favorite breed is German Shepherd
6. I love anything pumpkin spice flavored even when it’s not in season
7. I used to hate classical music but now I’m into it (I promise I’m not a boomer)
8. Jeans are T-shirts are two of the many items I seem to collect the most in my closet
9. I have Dyslexia which means I switch up letters and numbers while reading or writing
10. Spring and Summer are my favorite seasons and I wish I lived in a place where it was like that 24/7
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wexarethewalkingxdead · 11 months
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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.
what’s  your  phone  wallpaper: White background with flowers. It's a theme on my phone. last  song  you  listened  to: Stayin' Alive (Tropical Fuck Storm). currently  reading: Sadly, nothing at the moment. last  movie: Little Boy. last  show: YellowJackets. craving: Ice Cream Snickers what  are  you  wearing  right  now: Jurassic Park t-shirt and black shorts. how  tall  are  you?: 5"5'. piercings / tattoos?: I have my ears pierced. glasses ? contacts?: Glasses. I've been practically blind since birth. last  thing  you  ate?: Garlic parmesan traditional wings. favorite  color(s): Any shade of purple or light blue. current  obsession: The Peripheral (Original Amazon Series). any  pets: I have two dogs; Miss Lady Roxanna aka Roxie (Australian Shepherd) and Abby (mixed breed) and four cats; Emily Ann, Penelope aka Noodle, Picasso, and Maizee. do  you  have  a  crush  right  now?: The Hubs. favorite  fictional  character: It's a tie between Special Agent Fox Mulder (The X-Files) and Det. Alexandra Eames (Law & Order: Criminal Intent). last  place  you  traveled: When I went to Memphis, TN to see Reba.
tagged  by stolen from: @murkyhazed tagging: Everyone!
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1 - When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction? What did you buy? When I was doing my Christmas shopping last year. 
2 - Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Would you judge a grown adult for doing so? I used to have several on my bed (I unfortunately had to downsize my bed so I could have this hospital style bed) and I see absolutely no problem with that. 
3 - Would you describe yourself as fashion-conscious, or do you just wear whatever feels comfortable? I wear what I like and what is comfortable. I think what I wear is nice and some may happen to be trendy, but that’s not what I seek to do. I don’t care if it’s trendy or not. I have to actually like it myself and feel comfortable wearing it.  
4 - The last time you got up from where you’re sitting, where did you go and what did you do? I still require help moving, so I don’t get out of the bed at all by myself. My mom helped me this morning when she was making my bed and readjusting things.
5 - Would you rather read an erotic novel or watch an erotic film? Neither.
6 - Who taught you how to tell the time on a proper analogue clock? I remember learning in school and from my parents. 
7 - What’s your favourite way to make your home smell good? Do you spend a lot of money on making this happen? I like room sprays (don’t overkill though) and my mom likes to use those wax melts things. 
8 - How long have you had the computer/tablet you’re currently using? Does it need replacing or upgrading? I’ve been using my brother’s laptop since mine went kaput almost a year ago. I think he got his in 2017 or 2018. 
9 - When you’re home alone, do you make sure all your doors are kept locked? We always keep the doors locked.
10 - How often do you light candles? Do you just like regular ones or do you prefer scented ones or ones that make pretty patterns when they melt? I never light candles. 
11 - Are you any good at taking care of plants? I’ve never attempted to, but I’d probably mess up. I apparently can’t even take good care of myself. 
12 - How many surveys have you taken so far today? Will you take anymore surveys today once you’ve finished this one? This is the only one I’ve taken today and most likely this will be it. 
13 - What are the main two colours in the room you’re currently in? Did you pick these colours out yourself? My walls and door are all white and my curtains are blue. My walls were white when we moved in, but I did choose my blue curtains. 
14 - What was the last hot drink you consumed? What about cold drink? The last hot drink was Starbucks and the last cold drink was a Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink. 
15 - Do you have piercings anywhere except your ears? How many and what are they? Nope, just my ears. 
16 - Do you prefer taking baths or showers? How come? Showers. I haven’t taken a bath since I was a kid. I just like the feel of a shower, the hot water spraying down on me and the sound of it is just relaxing. I don’t want to sit in my bath water and have it get cold. 
17 - What time do you need to wake up tomorrow morning? What is it that you have to be up for? Whenever I want. I don’t have anything going on.
18 - If you work, how often do you get paid? Would you prefer to get paid more or less often? I don’t have a job. 
19 - What does your favourite pair of pyjamas look like? Do you wear them to sleep or just to be comfy around the house? I don’t really have like official pajamas, I’ve just been wear t-shirt dresses or oversized tees. That’s what is comfortable and convenient for me right now. 
20 - How often do you wake up in the night needing a pee? I take care of that before bed.
21 - What apps do you use the most on your phone? TikTok, Kindle, Facebook.
22 - Do you prefer cats or dogs? Do you own any of either? I’m a doggo person and yes I have a German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia. 
23 - Do you have one of those fridges that has an ice-maker in the front? If not, would you find one useful? No, we don’t have one like that. I don’t use ice anyway, so it doesn’t matter to me. 
24 - Do you like wearing hats? What’s your favourite style? I wear beanies most often, but I have a few baseball caps as well.  25 - If you live in a household with pets, who is responsible for their care - both in terms of finance and the physical tasks involved? My mom and brother take care of majority of the financial stuff and my parents do more of the physical tasks. I of course used to help with what I could when I could, but as of now I’m not able to do anything physically. 
26 - What’s your opinion on leggings as pants? >> I wear leggings as pants all the time? what even is there to say about it <<< Same. I don’t care. 
27 - Have you ever driven in bare feet or do you think that’s too dangerous? I don’t drive. 
28 - Have you ever walked out of a job before? What were the circumstances and did you ever go back? No, I’ve never had a job to walk out of. 
29 - Do you collect anything? Are these things worth money or are they practical/sentimental items? I collect stuff, but they’re sentimental things. 
30 - Do you have anything hanging from your ceiling apart from lights? A ceiling fan. 
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