#i always love dino lets be real but wow

[valberryjuice]

i love blue follow to seoul dino so much

#i always love dino lets be real but wow #what a color #mine

[melodramaschild]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍

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All the sweet forehead kisses, all the pinky holding, all the teasing and all the babying.

But before your relationship, he was so scared to talk to you and tell you he likes you.

He looked (and looks) so tough but you’re his sweet precious darling. One moment he was lecturing and scolding everyone and then you walked in the room, softly reached for his hand and placed it in your lap. Softly stroking his scarred palm and knuckles with your thumb. His hand smelled like red apples and cinnamon. It’s from the creme you bought him. He didn’t even dare to look at you and continued. And then, in the other moment, the tough lecturing Remus was letting his lover doodle on his hand. / “Wow! That’s so lovely, thank you so much, darling!” as he admired your work.

Waking you up right at midnight on your birthday.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” he whispered. “Baby it's your birthday, wake up-”

And then he made you blow out the candles and wish something while he was lullabying you back to sleep. Of course that you cursed him a few times.

Or he would start singing you a Happy birthday, not caring that he will wake up everyone else.

He tried his best to pretend he didn't care but, man, he noticed everything. From the smallest doodle in your notebook to the mark you drew on your school table.

And when you hugged him for the first time... he could explode.

So at the end of the day, he is always looking for your hugs. Just to wrap his arms around you and for your hands brushing through his hair every time before you wish him a good night and sweet dreams.

He loved laying his head on your lap and when you read him out loud. Even when you stuttered and mumbled every word and he had to help you, he loved it.

And he growled every time when you stopped playing with his hair and massaging his scalp.

He loved your hands against his scars. It felt so different from his touch. So tender and loving.

Baking! Definitely baking all the time with him! You were pouting that you can't bake and that you always end up with disaster in the kitchen but he just laughed. He is the real chef here. So you ended up sitting on the kitchen counter while he was making cinnamon rolls and let you talk about whatever was on your mind. He loved listening to you.

And then you were all together drawing into flour: some flowers, stars and hearts and it was a masterpiece. Just like his cinnamon rolls.

Showing each other your favourite music, books, poems, things etc and everything.

Once he found an encyclopedia, at your place, about space and dinosaurs and you were so embarrassed but he wasn't. He was amazed and he asked numerous questions about those topics and how you got into that.

And he let you talk and ramble about it because: it was you, he loved you, he loved how passionate you were about it, actually it was a topic he was also interested in.

So he bought you the Dino plushie from IKEA and you named it Remmy.

So caring that "I think it's your bedtime, darling." and who are you to deny another nap?

Removing your make-up when you were too tired. Putting your creams and oils on your skin, gently massaging it in and his mouth is ajar because he was concentrated.

Doing slow moves and whispering to make you more sleepy.

Brushing your hair and softly caressing your cheek.

Letting you sleep on his chest while holding you so tightly, occasionally giving a peck on your forehead.

Buying books to each other because “It reminds me of you!”

Trips with you by train.

Always here for each other to listen and talk.

Remus cared and loved you all the time, and he always understood you, but when you were on your period, he became a different type of soft person.

He always tucked you in immediately when your school was over. And he always hid you in his jumpers. Because he knew how much you loved them, and how much you were shy to ask for them.

He always so gently put a heating pad on your lower stomach and kissed your forehead.

Soothing you down in your mood swings.

Preparing warm baths and warm soft bathrobes or you.

Washing clothes and sheets that you bleed over, he doesn’t care about a few drops of blood.

Library dates, So so many. Always giggling between books just to be shushed by some old grumpy lady.

Being comfortable in silence with each other.

Taking naps together all the time, tangled in each other.

Getting him wolfsbane for him every month.

Putting him in a warm bath and cleaning his wounds. Washing his hair and body as he is fighting his sleep in the water.

Kissing his scars.

And he kissed yours.

Getting excited about something with each other. Like having a full fandom attack with him and he loved it. He loved how it lit up your eyes. And how your hands started to stim.

And he loved when you sat down in his lap and rambled about your thoughts. And how you get always so excited that you start fidgeting with his hair or with the hem of his T-shirt.

He won’t let you eat and drink anything made from milk, since he knew it always caused you a tummy ache.

And you won’t let him do the hard work, or over-work himself and always remind him to take his stick when he feels like it’s too much.

He just chuckled about it and said something about looking like grandpa. Well, he brought his stick anyway because you kept saying he looked like an old school gentleman.

And he loved when you leaned into his touch. It made him feel less of a monster. Like he’s able to be loved and to love someone.

And he loved when he was reading to himself late at night and you snored, curled yourself into his side and drooled into his T-shirt. It was just so peaceful and domestic. He never told you about it, though.

And he loved when he could read a bedtime story for you. Again, it made him feel needed.

"Y/n, you are my favourite book."

Dancing with you when you were feeling down.

And so damn protective. Hand over your back, over your head, over your hand.

AND REMUS PUTTING FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR BECAUSE OF THE SONG IF YOU ARE GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x reader fluff #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x you fluff #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x y/n fluff #remus lupin fluff

[daddyelliott1979]

Nearly a year ago I became a Daddy switch and I see many of these posts floating about of what to say to a little, most are about humiliation, so as a nurturing, kind, loving daddy I thought I would do my own version!

30 sweet and nurturing things to say or do to a baby boy

#1 Awwww utoh someone's got a Soggy bum bum, that's ok Kiddo Daddy knows you can't help it, you're Daddy's sweet Baby boy after all

#2 Oh wow kiddo did you Draw that for Daddy?.Such a clever boy!

#3 You were such a good boy today, Daddy is so proud of you, go put a gold star on your star chart

#4 *talking to his bear* what's that Mr Teddy, he's got a poorly tummy! Oh no! Looks like someone needs Daddys magic tummy kisses *kisses tummy untill baby giggles*

#5 *whenever you ask him how his Nappy got so wet and he blames his stuffie* oh gasp! He didn't wet your Nappy did he? Oh he's such a naughty bear, what ever will daddy do!

#6 *when he wakes up crying from a nightmare about monsters* Oh no! Was it the potty monster? Oh a real monster? Well Daddy will find mean old monster who upset my boy and give him a piece of my mind!

#7 *when he's sad about something so you pull him on your lap* where the sad feelings baby boy, daddy will kiss them away *you kiss and blow raspberries on the sad places till he's all giggling"

#8 *when he shows you his new toy and he's excited* oh wow kiddo that such a fun toy, can Daddy play too?

#9 *when he feels bad that he like babyish things, and you get down to his level, hold his chin and look deep in his eyes* you're the most perfect, special little boy in the world and Daddy loves you very much

#10 *when the above doesn't work* my little boy loves right here in daddy's heart *pointing to your heart*

#11 *when he's all excited about his latest interest, smile and absorb his adorable happiness* that's amazing kiddo, you're so smart

#12 when he wants to watch the same episode of his favourite cartoon again, just smile and absorb all that adorable happiness

#13 *when he's upset that he leaked* shush it's ok baby boy, it doesn't matter that you leaked, youre still daddy's special little boy

#14 call him YOUR special little boy often

#15*when he's scoping out that toy for ages in the toy shop, and you know it's more than his pocket money allows, buy it for him because you want to see how it will bring his imagination alive

#16 when he can't decide which toy he wants so you buy them both but praise him because he's been such a well behaved good little boy that week

#17 when he wants that extra story, give it to him because it's 5 more minutes of extra snuggles

#18 *when he tries to act like a big boy* oh sweetheart you're much to little for that, let Daddy help

#19 *when he's trying to be a big boy to show you how good he is* praise him, and tell how wonderful he is for trying

#20 when he's upset and cries offer him daddy's magic kisses and a Dino plaster

#21 *when he's down because his family are mean* tears fall for a reason, you cry not because you are weak, but because you are strong and brave (from the fox, the horse, the mole and the little boy)

#22 when he's to excited about that zoo trip in the morning, let him sleep in your bed, even if it means going to bed early, because a snuggly baby boy is the best!

#23 because cookies are the answer to every time he refuses to eat his broccoli!

#24 and also Ice cream!

#25 when he's having a hard time at work so you just hold him and hold space for him to process, then grab a Nappy and proceed to baby him because you know he needs it

#26 a happy little is one that gets to watch as much bluey, paw patrol or power rangers as much as he likes!

#27 you always get the best snuggles with #26!

#28 everything is fun when you get down on their level, a sofa and a blanket is a cave, a bed is a pirate ship under siege from the Nappy pirate's, and a woods is an enchanted forest with a dragon!

#29 he makes you melt when he says I love you and you don't fight back the tears, showing your boy it's ok and safe to be vulnerable

#30 because his sweet, adorable, loving, babyishnes brings your Daddyness alive, so treasure it, protect it, nurture it, and know everytime he places his hand in your hand, you're holding onto his beautiful little heart!

Hope you enjoyed!

[punsmaster69]

3/DEC/20XX

"I've always said that filling a glass to the brim is the most efficient method..."

flowey turned to me with the most shit-eating grin i think i've seen from him yet.

"But wow. I mean, really, 𝘞𝘖𝘞.

You reeaally took that to heart."

"soul, technically."

"Whatever. Point is, you've messed yourself up baadd."

"You can barely 𝘀𝗲𝗲!"

"noticed that. not why we're here though, petals."

"I- PETALS?!"

"Do NOT call me that!"

i considered saying something like, "ok, whatever you say, petals." but didn't.

flowey's not gonna actually help me if i piss him off too bad.

well.

helping is what i 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 him to do...

instead he's taken the opportunity to get out all the snide remarks he's got about my whole overflow thing going on.

pretty sure he's been biting these back real hard while the others were around.

——

he's still going.

what a butthead.

hm.

know he likes...

dinosaurs.

dragons.

video games.

'specially that one character. a dino of some kind.

the color green.

drawing. (with frisk, usually.)

puzzles.

candy. loves candy.

loves anything sweet, really.

ok. any of those sound like gift ideas?

whatever. guess i'll figure it out later.

...

wow, he's still talking.

"......."

nevermind, he stopped.

"Why do you keep looking at me, then at the page?"

"Are you really writing ALL of this down?"

"nah."

"What ARE you writing, then?"

"just random thoughts."

"Ew. Nevermind. I don't wanna hear about whatever goes on in that probably-hollow skull of yours."

"k."

"got any ideas for frisk's, yet?"

flowey's face tells me he's forgotten that's why he was here to begin with.

"........."

and his silence tells me that he really doesn't have any.

"...ok."

"let's come back to this."

"got ideas for tori?"

"NO."

"what? can't get her gifts now?"

"You're gonna be all gross about it!"

"gross?"

"Romatical!"

"...romantic..al?"

"That's the word."

"romantic?"

"no 'a', no 'l'."

"You get what I mean!"

"not gonna be, 'romantical' about it."

"pure-intentioned holiday gifts."

"𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺?"

"not sure what to call it anymore."

"Obviously-"

"Obviously..."

his face shifted as he thought about it.

"...Christmas."

"or gyftmas?"

"Have you just been calling it 'holiday' this whole time?"

"been switching between the three."

"so, no ideas?"

"........."

"ok. welp. since you've apparently only agreed to come here so you could berate me.."

"i'm kicking you out."

"....."

"Fine! Good! I don't wanna be in your terrible room anymore."

so i carried him to papyrus' room.

paps looked up from his book.

"HELLO SANS! AND HELLO, FLOWERY."

"Howdy."

with having set flowey on the end of paps' bed, that kid's decidedly no longer my problem.

"bug him for a while. i'm outta here."

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"back to bed."

"What??"

"gonna write the rest of the journal first, but yep."

"What time is it?"

"IT'S ABOUT NINE, I BELIEVE."

"...I spent three hours talking to YOU?!"

"OH! I SUPPOSE YOU SHOULD BE GETTING HOME, FLOWERY."

he closed his book and hopped up.

"AWAY WE GO!"

flowey was being carried out the door before he could even start to say anything about it.

——

still blank on the present-idea front, but there's plenty of december left to think it over.

maybe i'll ask tori about frisk's.

#undertale #journal #sans #flowey #papyrus #sans and flowey

[lenteur]

random thoughts about tell me that you love me, episode ten

(the rest is under the cut because i'm worried about your eyes having to read ALL OF THAT and this post might contain spoilers)

Not even three minutes into the episode and I'm already crying hahaha Life's great!

The fact that ki hyun (jin woo's best friend) fought one of his classmates to defend jin woo is insane. It goes to show how kindness doesn't know any boundary. The classmate's mom forbid her son from hanging out with jin woo because of his disability and ki hyun found it unfair. He chose not the best option but he's a real friend for sticking up for jin woo when no one else does.

I am crying even more now. Jin woo being there for his ki hyun and reassuring him when he needs it the most is proof of how deep their friendship is. I don't think anything or anyone will be able to break it.

Why would you put mo eun's confession back when I still haven't recovered from it? Huh?

{ Seeing jin woo paint on walls is interesting because it seems he only paints in places he knows (?) / places where he felt something strongly. The last time we saw him paint was on the wall of the school where the little girl wanted to study. Now he's in the middle of an area where it seems like a lot of people were evicted from their home. By leaving a trail through his paintings, he wants to commemorate the place/the people he knew. It might be a form of therapy for him? What he can't express with words (even signed), he uses his art to do that.

He uses the nickname dino maybe because he wants to differentiate his "official art" from this very vulnerable and deep form of art. Even though he still puts his all into his art, the paintings on the walls seem even more personal. It's like he puts his all into the paintings.

Or maybe he just wants more people to have access to his art? At least that's what I get from him thinking back on mo eun's words.

Another thing I noticed about jin woo's art is he always draws people with their backs towards the spectator. This might be what he feels on the daily. From the back, he seems "normal" (sorry for using that word). However, if you face him, you'd understand he's deaf. For example, tae ho thought jin woo (who had his back facing tae ho) didn't help him when he was bullied on the bus because he didn't want to. But then, when tae ho actually knew the truth he came to the realization that jin woo is in fact deaf and there was no longer a misunderstanding. From the back, you can't see what people are going through (unless they have a physical wound/disease that changes the way they walk/stand).

He draws people's backs maybe because he wants as many people to identify with the person drawn? }

Seo kyung being curious about jin woo's childhood and how he grew up. She wants to know everything about him. Meanwhile, mo eun lets him confess at his own pace.

Jin woo knows how to cook. He's a keeper mo eun! Wink wink

The way seo kyung handled the rude man was so classy. She didn't raise her voice and calmly explained everything to him. Well done!

Wow, this episode sure gave us a lot to jin woo's backstory. So he went to uni with seo kyung, they fell in love, got into a relationship and then seo kyung broke up with him for an unknown reason. As a result, jin woo decided to disappear for seven years. He lived in the mountain (? not sure though) or was it a container? I should've written it when I watched. Anyway, his container was flooded and he lost all his paintings. Maybe that's why he came back? There's a lot to unpack here. I won't comment on it any further because I do not have the brain to do so.

What is that preview? I'm not sure I'll be ready for the next episode </3

Despite it being a slower episode (compared to the others imo), a lot has happened. I am giving it a 8.5/10

ps: what is in between these { } are just my theories and not facts. seeing jin woo paint once again on a wall made think of all the times he's done so in the past. i just wanted to share my thoughts is all.

#am i a bad person for saying i don't remember what happened in the beginning of this episode? #the memories are coming back little by little #that's why i tend to write these posts #so i can remember what happened in which episode #see you next week for ep 11 :) #random(al) thoughts #kdrama #tell me that you love me

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 15x12 Galaxy Brain

“Radio shed” “this is a weird…it’s all radios except for the tvs on the wall” “I suppose those are other things. Wires and stuff” “I’d love to know if that was green screened or not. I think it was, but it would have looked better if they had…idk” “goddammit” “literally. Our World. Now, huh?” “that’s a lot of flashing lights” “I guess I’ve never paid attention to the strobing effects” “I think this is the 3rd or 4th time we’ve used this barn. I’m convinced” “ew. Talk about bright lights, man” laughter “yet you let him get away with it” “it’s almost like the safest place on earth is also a prison” “that was a lot of nodding” “god might find you? Isn’t he god? Isn’t that the point?” “didn’t Chuck just state omniscience but now we’re flying under the radar?” “yeah, you go swallow somewhere else” “well, I mean, you’re not going to go? Even if it is a trap, you gotta go” “oh wow we just figured this out now?” “how many times have we run into this chick and just hearing about this now?” “when do this to the storyline, it feels forced. Almost fake” “I don’t hate it; I obviously want to see more of it, but come on” “they never met in person before?” “for real????” “my memory must be total shit.” “didn’t they completely dick over Sergei last time?” “don’t break the bindings” “that’s convenient “ “I suppose daddy let you down one last time. Didn’t even know it” “cas you fucked him over super hard” “with that tone of voice, he’s totally ignoring your ass” “he can’t use his fkn magic though” “you’re fucked now” “ok Karen” “where did he learn that trick from?” “we’ve covered that twice now” “we’re not going to ask Cas about this?” “Oh did he piss in a cup? Oh never mind” laughter “he came around the corner with a cup” “has anyone tried to translate the shit they say? Some of it sound latin, but some of it sounds made up or parts of other languages I don’t understand” “the dumb Winchester thing” “unless he’s trying to relay that they’re always right” “she really put the flare on the 2nd and 3rd syllables of his name” “this is how the only believable part of her would be running right through the door. She’s so eager to get back but she waited” “that’s not creepy” “where’s the dinosaurs? That’s what I want to know? That one time with the giant paw print or claw print or whatever you call it. Dino DNA” “what is this weird sacrificial shit again? They already know the world is getting ripped apart of whatever the fuck” “just like that huh?” “great” “is Claire going to die in the mean time?” “huh?” “I don’t know that one I guess. Do you?” laughter

“What happens to you when you get hit by Death’s Scythe?” “So Billie is a cosmic being? But angels aren’t? Does each world have its own heaven and hell? Because the archangels were cloned, too?” “she’s got good delivery” “ok”

“If there’s enough destruction, how is the infrastructure there to broadcast the destruction?” “what a fkn dick” “Seriously”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural #supernatural s15

[castle-dominion]

Castle 7x10 bad santa

the killer santa episode (as opposed to the santa killer ep or the victim santa ep) liveblog

No maybe this is going to be the romeo & juliet episode, idk. We might have already had some

I hate xmas

lol car chase. Holy crap santa is killing him

Love the transition

Beckett XD RC: This is going to be the best year ever! He's so smiley

july AC: Write six, funny, poignant, eloquent lines describing highlights of the past year. For you. KB: What word rhymes with “I’m screwed”?

RC: This coming from a woman who skipped prom to crash a poetry slam.

KB: Since when do you follow rules? RC: Since I’m the one who made them.

Where ryan? RC's jaw drops and he looks to the sky.

RC: Guys. Squeezing down countless chimneys, delivering millions of presents in one night? It’s bound to happen. Santa finally cracked. JE: Or... (you assume he will say an actual fact or theory) JE: ...our victim was naughty instead of nice.

There's ryan!

JE, walking in happy to the morgue: Hey!! LP: Hey JE: What’chu got for me, girl? didnt they break up? or did they propose? or what?

JE: Hang on. You always call me down here after the lab results are in, which leads me to believe that you may have some ulterior motives. LP: Javi, I want to ask a little favor. JE: Anything you need. :] face LP: So … my parents barely ever leave Louisiana and they’re flying out to Paris tomorrow and they have a last minute layover in New York. (his face goes from smiling & nodding to instant :( that's how fast it falls) They want us all to get together. JE: *gulp* So it’s … uh … meet the parents? LP: Are you okay with that? JE: *scoffs/laughs* Yeah. Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? That’s not even really a favor. That’s just me … stepping up. LP: Mmhmm. He’s clearly not okay with that. LP: See, I didn’t get to the favor part. Yet. JE: .. What? LP hesitates. JE: You didn’t? LP: See, um… my parents … my parents kind of think we’re engaged. He stares at her in shock. JE: ... Why Do They Think That? (not clipping but ugh) LP: Well, you and I were on again, off again. They just got so worried about their unmarried daughter – JE: So you told them we got engaged? LP: I didn’t mean too. I just … popped out. JE: Now how does something like that just pop out? LP: I wanted them to stop bugging me. I’m sorry, Javi, but once I said it there it was and now here they are. JE: So the first time I meet your parents, you’re asking me to lie to them? LP: I’ll be lying to them, too. But I’ve been doing it longer. (tru) JE: Wow. LP: Can I just bring them down to the precinct to say hello and you could just pretend for just ten minutes. (she wraps her arms around his neck and lowers her voice) I’ll make it worth your while. JE: Yeah. Yeah. I can do that.

Like Ryan's shirt, we've seen him wear it before

girl introducing herself with "nypd" heck yeah that's what youre SUPPOSED to do that lets my janitorial staff friend quickly walk away. Love him sm lol.

... or this

Wait is this the romeo & juliet episode?

Love castle & his contacts

wait this is also the ep where castle gets kicked out

RC: Field trip to a strip club. She gives him a wary look. He bolts from the room.

Calls her venus Dino: For you, Rick? I’m happy to help. And the boys are too. (Step up menacingly) Rocco Carlucci, he’s my … my chief of security. And this is Christopher Carlucci. VP of corporate affairs.

JE: So while you and Castle were busy getting lap dances, Ryan and I did some real police work.

I hate her slur. Girl put a t in there.

You never come alone. You must always say "I demand a second be there with me. It can be my cop wife, it can be my daughter (which you do not want to kill), it can be my OTHER mob friend, but I demand a second. I will not come with the entire swat team tho."

Jane lol

Dino Scarpella: I don't like that word "admit"

Recap: Eric was family. My cousin Bruno’s kid. By a girl he had on the side. Bruno, he died in the slammer, so I looked after Eric. I sent him to the best schools. I didn’t want him to work for the family, but you want to hear God laugh, you tell him – you tell him all your plans, right? DS: A few years back, one of my guys got shot. It happens. He would have croaked, but Eric stepped up. Next thing I know – next thing I know he’s got a taste for the life. I need to find out who did this to him.

RC: And by sensitive you mean illegal. Ds: I don’t like that word, either. RC: But if I figure out who did this, you have to let me bring the killer to justice. And by justice I mean legal justice. Not just taking him out. When the time comes, I need to call Beckett.

Dude never cut your palm. "Ow!" "Ow!" Big bro: & then they both died from blood borne diseases

My subconscious misogyny coming out "Wow bex is so awful saying "you believe dino bc he gave you a papercut" to castle, smh" but dom if it was someone else, would you say that? Subconscious misogyny babes.

OH THE PARENTS TIME EEHEEHEEHEE JE: (forced & high pitched) Hey! hUG OK JE: Oh, I can see where Lanie gets her beautiful eyes from. (to WALTER) And her medical brain must come from you. I hear you’re a surgeon?

clipping

RYAN! when did his badge get crossed? No father figure moments (He looks extra Black beside Lanie & her parents) I love how useful Ryan is!

Cristopher Carlucci: (laughs) I’m his right hand man. I know fifty who would slit my throat like that. (he snaps) But they’d kill me. Not one of them would frame me.

Cyber Rita my beloved!!

RC: Uh, Lurch, would you – (he startles, realizing his mistake) – Rocco, I mean, could you - ?

uwu who's wearing the hat? I love it lol

JE: Castle over here started moonlighting for the mob. RC: I think that might be overstating it a little. JE, who I think used to be gang task force: You took a blood oath. You let them turn you into an honorary mobster. What’s wrong with you? KR the best dork ever: Oh, come on, man. How many people, outside the mafia, ever get to swear omertà?(gestures) I think it is an experience of a lifetime. JE: Of course you would. KB: Didn’t you say you had a lead? Me, Canadian & into rocks: sodium ferrocyanide mixed with sodium chloride, that's ice salt. JE: *mad that castle interrupted him*

RC: Man, the places we go to follow a lead. RC: But if it points to our killer, it’s worth it indeed.

/probably/ didn't survive. Salt might change that tho

*waits for them to leave* Heyhey! hey,

Her eyes when he says kids XD you should bring kevin & jenny with u bro LP: Javi, I can’t come clean. If I come clean I will never hear the end of this. Look, you met them. You kept your promise. You can skip dinner. I’ll say something came up, like a dead body. JE: No way. I can’t be the kind of fiancé that bails on the one time your parents were in town. I have to go. We’re engaged. (So true bestie) LP: We’re not engaged. (acting, you can't pretend to be engaged, you need to ACTively BE engaged for a bit.) JE: But we could be. (Whispers) JE: Someday. And I don’t want them to hate me then because I skipped out now. SDJFKALSDFHKLSJDFHAKSDJHDSFH First of all I love the music but LOOK commitment-phobe esposito (according to Castle in the wonderful life/au ep) (or yk, anyone premember the sonjia ruiz episode?) being the one to imply he wants things! Remember Kill Shot? He was like "Would I be a good dad?" & stuff?

Tessaro Beating the drums is a good phrase SWORN ENEMIES!! I was right about {the romeo & juliet ep}!

KB: Why would Eric treat Luca Tessaro, a member of a rival family? RC: See, this is the beauty of me being mobbed up. Temporarily. I can go straight the source and ask Dino.

"The boys" & I & then ofc they find the effing bullet. Like.. Who cares? Of course they missed smth for the movie. It's more dramatic this way.

Dun dun dun bracelet with blood & slug! These detectives just... found this crap.

Gonna go ahead & take that as a yes XD Rocco: *quiet* Ooh a response! His voice is higher than expected I mean heck yeah Dino, protect your daughter. Rocco: Uh uh. Jane stopped him. She didn’t want a war between the families. Besides, she’s a woman that can take care of herself. Transcript is incorrect, it is "cica cica boom room" not chica. It says so on the neon signs.

"I hope" hhh "Dino maybe have a seat"

Not accuse so much as "Look into it" Is Dino doing this to kill castle or ask castle to kill someone else? RC: Who disrespects you? I respect you, Dino. I – I respect the hell out of you.

Jane is back! Daddy! Everyone sit down. IN LOVE!? You made it up? I mean

Jane Scarvella: What was I supposed to say? That I was in love with a Tessaro? If either family knew our secret we could never be together. DS is silent. He doesn’t even move. JS: Daddy? DS: I’m processing this news. At least he has the decency to hold back & think abt it & TELL HER that he is processing

JS: Luca called me, gasping for breath. He’d been shot. By the time I got to him he was unconscious. Dying. He needed help, so I dragged him into my car. That’s probably how I lost my bracelet. RC: So you called Eric. JS: I didn’t know what else to do. Eric told me to meet him at the surgery room. He did everything in his power to save Luca, but … he couldn’t. DS: Which explains Eric’s murder. If the Tessaros found out Eric was involved with Luca’s death they would have retaliated. (he grabs Janegently) What do they know, Jane? JS: (adamantly) Nothing. Eric got rid of the – the body and the clothes so nothing could lead them to our family. RC: Jane, did Luca tell you on the phone who shot him? Who wanted him dead? JS: No, but last week he said something was up with the Tessaros. Someone was making a power grab and he was trying to find out who. DS: I swear. If the Tessaros killed my Eric we’re going to war.

KB: Lovers from rival families. Wow. That sounds like Romeo and Juliet. RC: Right down to Eric as the apothecary.

Heir? Power grab!

WAIT LUCA? HE'S ALIVE???

rc: No. As a matter of fact, we thought you were already dead.

Why order an effing pizza?

Luca Tessaro: But when Eric got popped, I figured it was the same guy that shot me. Maybe he found out I was alive and went after Eric to get to me?

il Penumbra the partially shaded outer region of the shadow cast by an opaque object.the shadow cast by the earth or moon over an area experiencing a partial eclipse.

Ofc it's a setup

lol that santa, I thouht it was the bloody santa costume lol Rita: All right, fine. I’ll help. (RC scrambles to sit next to her) But only because I don’t want to sleep alone on Christmas.

Michael M Ouse

Rita: I think you should tell Christopher he’s sleeping over New Year’s Eve, too.

He didn't stay a little while after to idk like check his emails?

she threw the cuffs at him lol (btw I like ryan & bex together)

They just walked right into the police station lol

DS: I decided it’s better to bless her relationship and unite with the Tessaros than to lose my kid. Tis the season of peace, huh? *adjusting his jacket* RC: Thank you very much. (he clears his throat) That’s a call I hope I never have to make. They move to leave. Before they do, ROCCO grabs CASTLE and kisses him on both cheeks. CASTLE is stunned.

I thought Lanie hated her mom? & also lived close enough to visit during the dirty bomb episode(s?)

MP: Dinner was so great. We can’t wait to see you two lovebirds again. Maybe next time we can talk about the wedding. *JE's fae falls* LP: Maybe. One step at a time, Mom. JE: It was great to finally meet you both. JE: shakes WP’S hand. MP: All right, pumpkin. She and LP hug. LP: Bye, mommy. ("So did I. Didn't work. Lanie hates her mom.") MP: Love you. You be good. LP: I will. MP: All right. JE: You guys have a good trip. WP and MP leave. LP turns to JE. LP: Thank you for that. JE: Oh, it was actually much easier than I thought it was going to be. (uwu) LP laughs. JE: But … you know, it made me think seriously about us. And where we are. He grabs her left hand. LP: Javi, I don’t think we should do this here. JE: No, I have to say this. Lanie, being fake engaged (XD) to you made me realize how great we are together. But not the way that your parents are. (she exhales) Or Castle and Beckett, or Ryan and Jenny. (UWU AAH NO YES SKFJDH) LP: I know. I feel it too. I mean, I’m crazy about you – JE: Oh, I’m crazy about you, too. But just – you know, not … not in that way. And you deserve what they have. LP: We both do. She kisses his cheek and smiles. JE: What are you going to tell your parents? LP: The truth. But after the holidays. No need to spoil their vacation. (valid) JE: Mmhmm. She grabs his backside and chuckles. "Eyy!!" (still have that to them tho lol) I can't tell if they just broke up or proposed...

KR: So they cut you with a little ceremonial dagger. Did it hurt? I love Ryan & Castle :) RC: Yeah, it hurt. But you can’t let him know that, right? So my face was life a stone. *said "ow" twice*

Oh no. VG: As he was being transferred to Central Booking, Detective McBride was shot and killed by unknown assailants. The DA learned that you were cooperating with members of organized crime in your investigation. People that might have wanted McBride dead. Love her hair btw. VG: This doesn’t look good. Especially for you. I am so sorry, Mr. Castle, but the DA spoke to the mayor and – (she sighs) – you are no longer permitted to work with the NYPD. She actually says "I'm sorry" & is sad Castle is going! She warmed up to him!

That's a heck of a twist to put after the climax of the episode KB: This has been an epic year. Life’s been full of joy and tears. Solving crimes and catching killers, just like Castle’s famous thrillers. We share our passion every day. As partners go we’re here to stay. Not here to stay tho

& I mean... Castle you can go to Dino & say "we agreed you'd let us handle it the legal way" but like... yeah fair punishment. My acab side si getting the best of my "ooh funny movie" side

RC: What could be wrong? You’re here.

Ryan is so excited & I love him sm. He is defintiely a character but I see ppl like that irl, heck, I see myself in him sometimes, another point for the adhd headcanon ig. Kinda wish another one of the detectives got to yell that & turn it on tho, just to get some more speaking lines & variance.

We need more Kanie fics.

When I first watched this I was so confused bc why is this in the middle of a season? it should be at the end so that ppl can have the hiatus, yk?

Well that was fun. I sure enjoyed that. Now I should go to bed tho, actually it is not even 6pm. Still I should maybe do some homework or smth. Or post another chapter of my fanfic.

#Castle 7x10 #Castle 7x10 quote #Castle 7x10 spoilers #the romeo & juliet episode #plot heavy but only in terms of castle getting kicked out of the precinct

[ppoppokari]

@azadabts

And I choose you! 

Hi there love! Anyways I know this is out of the blue, but as a result of sore fingers I’ve decided to just complete some of my more straight forward ships. I really hope this ship brightens your day. Even though my productivity is nil atm please feel free to request anytime after I open my inbox because it is always a pleasure to do ships for you and all of my blueberries (imma just call all of you that, I hope that’s chill with you guys). 

But a side note, you are so adorable! I just love your general vibes, you honestly seem like such a sweet person. 

Anyways lets dive into it! :D

~BTS~  Yoongi (I’m just convinced the two of you were made for each other)

~ATEEZ~ Wooyoung  (Let’s be real I can literally see you with all of them, but out of all of them this pairing is absolutely lethal, you two look so good together)

~Stray Kids~ Jeongin (Man, this is another pairing that is just so visually out of this world, I actually can’t put it into words, you guys are just a big wow) 

~Seventeen~  Dino (Elegance at its finest)

*Not my gifs* 

#kpop ships #kpop matchups #selca ships #bts #ateez #skz #stray kids #svt #seventeen #black and white aesthetic #basically attractive guys being overly attractive #gif edition

[thatsarcasticgemini]

Alone time

Ash Lynx x reader

A/n: Banana fish broke me, but writing is my coping mechanism, so...This is an AU where Ash and the reader are married and live in Japan, Ash being a model. Also, Shorter is alive cause I said do ( i would die for him to live tbh). I am so sorry for any mistakes.

     Babysitting is a very challenging task, especially when the kid is a carbon copy of the most intelligent, cheeky and bratty man Eiji had ever met. Isaac Callenreese was giving the man a headache and pills were not fixing it. Sure, he knew what he was getting into and knew how much Ash and Y/N needed a break from parenting, but why on earth did he agree? At least Shorter was there to help him right?

     Wrong! Shorter was like a second kid. Yelling, running, coloring, making a mess and getting little Isaac even more agitated. Just how much energy did the 5 year old have? 

“Shorter, please! You are 30! Your playing days are over. You’re gonna break something and I will yell. I almost had Isaac under control, but then you came along to ruin the peace we had. Isaac come here right now or I’ll call Ash!”

“Jeez, Eiji...you almost sound like a grandpa! I haven’t seen Isaac in about a year. I missed him a lot, you know? Little gremlin did a lot of growing up!” said Shorter, with the same goofy smile he had all those years ago. Isaac was seated on the his lap, looking up at his favourite uncle with a wide grin. Based off the resemblance between him and Ash, Eiji could already sense some sort of comment coming.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna stay right here. Call dad “dad” please. And I love uncle Shorter, he’s taller, funnier and smarter than you, uncle Ji. He was telling me how dad knows how to ride a motocycle! It doesn’t get better than this!”

“Yes it does. If you stay quiet for five more minutes, I can get the rice done and I can tell you how Ash and Y/N..”

“Mom and dad, uncle Ji!”

“How mom and dad met while we eat. Does that sound nice?”

“Dunno, let me ask uncle Shorter too.” The two began whispering to each other while Eiji rolled his eyes. Just one more hour and Ash would be here to pick his spawn up. After a minute, both Shorter and Isaac nodded their heads and went to sit down at the kitche table.

     Once the table was set and the rice was done cooking, Eiji put it is bowls are brought it to the table. They all dug in, but Isaac seemed to be watching Eiji with great intrest, expecting the story he was promised.

“So Ash and Y/N...”

“Mom and dad. Continue uncle Ji.”

“Mom and dad met around 9 years ago. They met here, in Tokyo, and I am proud to announce that I am the one who got them to meet up, since Y/N went to the same highschool as me. We were both on the drama club in my third year. She was about 2 years younger than me, but she was so mature. Anyway, they started dating around three months after they met. The had a really pretty relationship. You dad was so hooked he embarrassed himself in front of her on multiple ocations. They got married two years later, lived together for two more years and then you came along. You were a very loved little boy. I wish I took a picture of the face your dad made when he held you for the first time.”

“Yeah! He teared up, but don’t tell him you know. You had this little puff of blond hair on your head, it was as fluffy as the little kitty we saw this morning, if not fluffier.” Isaac had look in his eyes that Eiji had only seen once before and that was when Ash told him about Dino and his childhood. The tiny blond seemed to be so vulnarable almost like a porcelain figure. 

“What about mom? Was she happy to see me?” There it was. The love Isaac, much like his father, held for her. It was like they would both die if it wasn’t for her love.

“Well of course she was. She really loves you, you know? Your mom loved you even before she had the pleasure of holding you. You have been one of her favourite people ever since she found out you were in her belly. They both love you a lot.”

“Then why am I here? Why wouldn’t they take me with them? Why do they want alone time?” Eiji couldn’t find an answer. He looked at Shorter, who still had that dumb grin.

“Well, Isaac, mom and dad need to rest every once in a while. Since mom got pregnant with your brother or sister, she hasn’t really been able to rest properly, so dad wanted alone time with her to help her rest, but I am sure they will both be so very happy to see you.”

     Just like magic, there was a knock at the door, Eiji went to open it, while Isaac trailed behind him, with his little backpack in hand. The door opened to reveal Ash and the boy jumped in his arms at the speed of light. 

“Wow! Hi bub! I missed you so much. How was today hmm? Did you have fun with uncle Ji and uncle Shorter? Were they nice to you?”

“Mhm, they told me how you and mama met. I miss mama, is she in the car?”

“No bub, she’s at home. She missed you too. Told me we should race all of the cars and get home in under ten minutes. We have cake.” And with that, Isaac was set back on the ground and the little boy dashed to the car. 

“Damn gremlin didn’t even say bye. Here i was thinking we have something special.”

“Hi Shorter! Hi Eiji! I can’t thank you enough for tonight. She really needed it.” 

“It’s ok Ash. He is a little loud and Shorter here is never truly helpful, but it’s our pleasure. Are Y/N and the baby ok?”

“Hm, not really. I mean the baby seems to be fine, but she isn’t. Throws up everything she eats. The doctor said it is because her body is getting used to the pregnancy, but this didn’t happen when we had Isaac. I’m just worried for her.”

“She’s strong. She can take it I’m sure.” Shorter nodded, agreeing with Eiji’s statement. 

“I know Eiji, I’m not worried about that. Truth is she seems happy to be pregnant. She’s beaming all the time, even after she got everything she ate out, and I feel bad. I feel like she’s in pain. Her smile makes me feel even worse.” Shorter laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, taking his sunglasses off. 

“Ash...listen to me. Y/N is someone who’s never lied to you about anything. She’s been genuine about everything. She would never fake a smile and she would tell you if she wanted to abort the baby. The fact that she’s smiling and being her bubbly self only means that the pregnacy isn’t that hard on her. Trust me Ash. I see the look in her eyes when the baby is brought up in any conversation. She’ll be fine. You’ll be a bigger family. Loosen up a little.” 

“Thank you Shorter. I owe both of you a drink. I’ll call you. Thank you for babysitting again.” And with that, all three of tehm smiled at each other while Ash picked the tiny shark backpack and went back to the car.

     Once inside, the older blond turned towards the younger one, smiling.

“Ready to see mom, bub?”

“Mhm! Is she feeling better?”

“Yep.”

     The car ride was one of the happy moments Ash wanted to hold onto. The sang together and talked about how Shorter told Isaac about the motorcycle.

“It’s true, you know? I do know how to ride one. When you’re older, I can teach you too.”

“I wanna ride one now. I’ve seen my friends with theirs, I want one too!”

“Those are lame. I’m talking about the real ones. That’s the true fun.”

     Once at home, Ash dropped everything on the floor and went to help his son hung his coat on the wall. The little boy jumped out of his red sneakers and ran down the hall yelling for his mom. 

“In the kitchen baby. I was cutting you a slice of cake.It’s vanilla, since I know you like the chocolate one’s less. Where’s daddy?”

“Right behind you.” said Ash, placing his hands on her hips and swaying her a little. She turned around to give him a kiss on the cheek, but her 5 month bump got in the way, making her pull a frustred face and Ash smile even more. Isaac pushed his dad to the side a little, making grabby hands at his mom. No matter how old he acted, his real age was always given away by his gestures around his mom. 

     Getting his slice of cake, Isaac turned back towards the living room. Eating on the couch was never truly forbidden.

“Mama, tomorrow is Yuri’s birthday. He celebrating it at home, I have the invitation in my drawing notebook. Can I go?”

“Sure you can. we just have to go buy a gift in the morning.”

“A birthday huh? That means a little more alone time for us two.” Y/N hid her face in her husband’s neck, smiling a little. Ash’s finger went to the back of her neck, getting her to look up at him to give her a kiss, but then...

“Gross! He likes cars mama, go brainstorm on that insted of smooching dad in the kitchen!”

#ash lynx x reader #ash lynx #shorter wong #eiji okumura #banana fish

[the-bau-quinjet]

Hygge

Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3527

a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.

This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)

Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app

You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.

"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.

"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.

"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."

Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.

"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.

"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.

He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.

"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.

"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.

"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.

"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.

"Smell it." You instructed.

He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.

"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.

"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.

"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.

"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.

"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.

"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.

"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.

"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.

"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."

The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.

"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"

"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.

"I'd love that." He grinned.

"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.

-

"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.

You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.

You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.

"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.

"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.

The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.

You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.

"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.

Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"

He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.

"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.

"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.

"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.

"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.

"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.

You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.

"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."

You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.

"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.

"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.

He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.

"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.

"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.

"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.

"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."

You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.

"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.

"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."

"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.

"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."

He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."

"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.

"Why so many?" He questioned.

"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.

"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.

Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.

"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.

Before he could reply, the timer went off.

"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."

He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.

"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.

"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.

He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.

"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."

The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.

After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.

"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.

"Why?" He still did as he was asked.

"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.

"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.

"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.

"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.

"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."

You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.

"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.

"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.

"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.

"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.

"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.

"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.

"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.

"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.

"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.

"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.

"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.

"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.

"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."

After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.

"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.

"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.

You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.

"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.

"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.

"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"

"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.

"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.

"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.

"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.

"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."

"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.

"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."

"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.

"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.

"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.

-

"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.

"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.

-

"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.

"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.

-

"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.

"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.

-

"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."

"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.

"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.

"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."

"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."

"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.

"Yep. Just listen."

I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.

You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.

"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.

"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.

"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."

"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.

"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.

"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.

"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.

"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.

He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.

"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.

"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."

You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.

"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."

He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.

The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.

He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."

"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.

"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.

"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.

"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.

"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.

"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. L/N."

The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.

"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.

"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.

"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.

"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.

"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."

"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.

While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.

The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.

"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.

"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.

"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.

"So, what's the last thing?"

You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.

"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.

"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.

"What do you do with it?" He questioned.

"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."

"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.

"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."

"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.

"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.

"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.

"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.

"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."

"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.

"Goodnight my love."

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Amoreena | Chapter two

Chapter Two

summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers

word count: 6k

a/n: this is set May 2021 in my brain just in case anyone was wondering while reading it !! here is the pinterest board and the spotify playlist for the fic too!

from the beginning <3

They were sitting on the steps of the Smithsonian when he arrived. Y/N was a vision in a yellow blouse and blue jeans, basking in the sun's rays when she looked more like sunshine herself, throwing seed at the birds with Amoreena.

He took a deep breath and smiled, waving to get their attention.

“Spencer!” Amoreena cheered, running down the steps and into his arms. Almost knocking her hat off as she leapt into his arms.

“Oof,” is all he can say as he makes sure to catch her, surprised to get this sort of reaction from someone.

She fixes her hat and leans back in his arms, “do you like my outfit? I’m the old man from Tarzan and mom is Jane!”

He sets her down then, watching her stick a foot out so he can get a good look at her olive-coloured jean shorts, button-up shirt and blue bowtie and brown boots. She went all out for her adventure today, making his heart burst.

“I looked into that Milo guy,” he says, showing off his own outfit. Pushing his glasses up and adjusting his red bowtie.

“You look just like him!!!” She was beyond excited, turning to Y/N who was all smiles on the steps.

She stood as they walked towards her, “mom look, he’s Milo!”

“You look great,” she complimented him, that twinkle in her eyes back as she blushed.

“Thank you, so do you,” he said softly. “Both of you are dressed for the right adventure today.”

“What do you have in store Mr. tour guide?” Y/N teased, taking Amoreena’s hand and walking into the museum.

“Dr. Tour guide,” he corrects her softly, making her smile and shove him lightly.

“Sorry,” she teased him, “Doctor tour guide, what is your plan for today?”

“I bought 3 tickets ahead of time,” Spencer admits, taking three lanyards out of his jacket pocket and handing them each one. “We have special access today, just show the guards these and we can go almost anywhere.”

“Are you sure you don’t work here? Not even undercover?” Amoreena interrogated him, narrowing her eyes as she watched his response.

He laughed, “I promise, I helped them on a case once, and my old boss knows the curator, they owed me a favour.”

“Old boss?” Y/N catches it.

He nods lightly, “he quit a while ago to have a family.”

“Smart man.”

“I sent in my letter of resignation last night,” he adds, “if you’re still looking for a literary historian?”

She beamed at him, reaching out an arm to tuck under his and pull him in close. Following him through the doors with Amoreena’s hand still in hers. “I’ll arrange an interview this week.”

The rotunda was one of the coolest parts of the Smithsonian Museum of National History. A beautiful African Bush Elephant greets them in the centre, tusks extending out towards them as Amoreena gasps.

“Wow,” her small voice whispers.

“Cool, huh?” Spencer leans to look at her expression, she’s absolutely gobsmacked.

It makes him smile, that beautiful glimmer of amazement spreading across her face as her small brain tries to understand what exists in the world outside of her mind's grasp. It was priceless, he loved every moment.

“So, I was thinking you could look around and whenever you’re ready, we have access to the Student Centre. You’re going to get to look at some special bones and fossils, and even dig some up!” He was so excited to share the plans with her.

She let go of her mom's hand to flap her arms wildly, excitement coursing through her veins as she shook, grinding her teeth together as she smiled, it was how he remembered feeling as a child when something good happened. Pure joy, excitement level 1000.

“Sound good?”

“Spencer,” Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder, taking over for the speechless child, “that sounds perfect, thank you.”

“The Dino’s are this way,” he leads them down the corridor, through a set of doors towards a large swirling sign,

“Journey through deep time!” Y/N read the sign, smiling at Amoreena as she ran towards it, touching the swirl as she read all the words to herself.

“It’s so sad they died,” Amoreena says so matter of factly that it makes him bite back a smile.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a small laugh. Y/N's shaking her head with a sigh of pure love. “What kind of dinosaur is your favourite?”

“The Jurassic era,” she responds, standing closer to the sign and reading all the words. “Did you know the earth used to be mostly desert? There was a massive heatwave, that’s why they believe dinosaurs were most likely scaled but thanks to the melting ice caps as we recover from the ice age and move back towards being tropical, we’re discovering dinosaurs frozen in ice with feathers and fur!”

It takes his breath away, seeing someone so much like him with a mother who loves every single word that leaves her mouth. Pride on her face as she looks at her little genius and back towards Spencer, waiting for his response.

“So you’ve been a paleontologist this whole time and you never told me?”

She laughs and swats the air, “no, I just read a lot of books.”

“She can read really fast, like Matilda,” Y/N bragged.

“I do too,” Spencer knelled down in front of her. “It’s a very wonderful thing to have a brain as big and magical as ours, never let anyone tell you otherwise okay?”

“Never, I’m the smartest in the kingdom,” Amoreena smiled.

“Yes, she is,” Y/N smiled again, placing her hand on Spencer's back as they continued to walk around the exhibits.

He felt like he had a family, like one of those couples who would go to Ikea and pretend they lived in the sets. This was the most perfect make-believe day of his life, leading a child just like him through a world of things she loved.

Y/N was quiet most of the day, watching them interact with a soft smile and sad eyes. Spencer noticed it but let it slide, he’d ask her about it later when she could be honest with him. He didn’t want to profile her, it wasn’t fair to judge her before he knew her, nor taint the fantastical thoughts he already had about her.

They had lunch in the butterfly exhibit, sitting at the seat by the fountain, Amoreena asking nicely if Spencer could sit in the middle so they could both talk to him. It was adorable, Amoreena was so intrigued by his mind she couldn’t stop asking him questions.

Y/N made him a sandwich and brought him a water bottle, as well as bringing some apple slices and grapes, goldfish and juice boxes for when Amoreena got hungry on the way home. Like a true mom, her purse was full of napkins and hair ties, random books and toys. Rocks, pine cones, everything a young mind would find exciting.

She was like Marry Poppins, pulling everything and then some out of her purse as she searched for something specific. “I brought you something, I’ve had it sitting around the house just moving it to different spots over the years, and thought you’d like it.”

It made him giddy to know she was thinking about him, he couldn’t sit still as he anticipated what it was. She pulled a small metal pin out of her bag then, taking the backing off and clipping it to his pocket.

“Best tour guide ever,” she whispered, reading the words to him with a smile.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” he shrugged, pushing down the butterflies in his stomach as they were swarmed by the beautiful creatures.

“It’s like animal crossing in here,” Amoreena said to herself as she looked around, kicking her feet as she sat on the bench, tilting her head back and forth absentmindedly as she took it all in.

He wasn’t sure when he stopped doing that; when he started to mask his true self so much that he no longer felt free in public, taking a moment to copy her movements and just enjoy the moment. Making her smile as she noticed him copy her with adoration, not to tease her in any way whatsoever.

“Can we talk when she’s looking at the fossils?” He asks Y/N softly, knowing that she’ll be the most open when Amoreena’s tiny ears wouldn’t be there to remember everything she says.

“Yeah,” she nods with a small smile. “How about I throw out our garbage and we head to that surprise?”

Amoreena jumped off the bench, tugging Spencer towards the door as Y/N cleaned up, following them eventually.

—

They had the classroom all to themselves and Amoreena was still for the first time all day. Standing in the middle of the room as the lights adjusted, changing the glow from blue to amber as they warmed.

The walls were filled with posters and informative signs, there were glass cases showcasing all the finest fossils and bones known to man. And a sand table in the middle of the room, smocks and brushes for archaeology all set up and waiting for her.

“Once you get all suited up, and we’ll get you a little mask so you don’t breathe in any of the dirt and dust, you can dig up whatever is hidden in there!” Spencer announced.

Y/N helped her into a smock, handing her the brushes and asking her to be extra careful with the plastic chisel and hammer. She was beaming from ear to ear the most toothy smile he’s ever seen.

Y/N stopped to take a photo of her then, holding her instruments in front of the sand table, “get in, we’ll tell everyone that Milo took us on a special tour today.”

Spencer kneeled close to Amoreena, she leaned in and wrapped an arm around him to get him in closer, always being the one to choose how much contact she made with Spencer. He would never want to overstep with someone else’s child.

“Beautiful!” Y/N cheered, locking her phone and slipping it back into her jeans as Amoreena turned to the table of sand, dirt and clay.

She got right to work, not skipping a beat as she leaned in and started to dig. Spencer stepped back with Y/N, knowing Amoreena was going to be in her own little world for as long as they left her alone.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m great, I’m just a little surprised,” her voice is soft, low enough that it stays with him. “You’re really good with her for a fed.”

He laughed, nodding his head as he registered her joke. “Ex fed, and I have a 12-year-old godson, Henry.”

“Ahh, so no kids of your own?” Her voice was small, she took a look at his hand to avoid eye contact and he understood.

“None, no wife, no love children hiding out there in the world that I know of, it’s just me, I promise,” he tried his best to ease her anxiety about introducing a new man into her child’s life.

She nods slightly, “you seem too good to be true sometimes.”

He huffed out a small laugh, pressing his lips together as he looked at her, “pretty sure I’ve been dreaming since I saw you.”

She shoved him as she laughed, “would you like to come back to our place for dinner? I know it’s a little weird, believe me, I know, but we live on my parent's land and my mom’s making enough shepherds pie to feed an army.”

“Yeah I’d love to, I’ll get a cab home after,” he felt a swirling in his stomach, nervous and excited all at once.

“Okay,” she whispered, “or we can get to know each other, and then you could sleep on the couch and I’ll bring you back into DC in the morning? I have to drive in any way.”

He licked his lips and nodded his head, wondering what other kind of invitation this could be. If it was pure hospitality, wanting him to be safe for the night instead of inside some stranger's car, or was she wanting alone time with him.

The thoughts turned around in his head over and over making him dizzy, “okay, yeah I’d love to,” he managed to slip the words out without falling over them.

She smiled, tight-lipped and small. Looking up at him with a new look he hasn’t seen on her yet, one he’s only seen in a few faces in his time, and yet he believed her’s the most.

She was smitten with him as much as he was with her.

He sighed, smiling back at her just as soft. She reached her hand out to hold his, walking towards the table with him in tow. Leaning over Amoreena’s shoulder as she unearthed her new most prized possessions.

—

Amoreena was the funniest kid to drive with, He sat in the passenger seat of Y/N’s car with her in a car seat directly behind him. She was singing, cheering, pointing out the window to show him all her favourite things on the way to her house.

Telling him stories about the make-believe people she created to live in the houses, the trolls under bridges and the names of every cow in the field along the long driveway of her grandparent's farm.

“Bob and Linda are an interesting pair,” she warned him as they pulled in closer and closer. Dirt flying up behind the wheels as she drove fast, knowing every bump and turn from memory.

“They will be asking you every question in the book and if you’re going to be looking at the animals they will insist on putting you in flannel and a cowboy hat, it’s a tradition for visitors,” she explained it in a way where he knew she wanted him to think she hated it, but actually she looked excited to do it to him.

“I can’t wait,” he smiled.

“Amoreena has already told them all about you at dinner last night, so they are expecting her to drag you here tonight,” she pushed the blame onto Amoreena, downplaying her affection for him in a self-conscious way he could feel.

He didn’t want to profile her, but it wouldn’t turn off. He was desperate to know her more, to know if she felt the weird tugging in her heart that made him think soulmates might be real. A pain so intense that if he had to explain it to a doctor, it was like his heart was a negative charge and he was being drawn to her much more positive one.

“We have 16 cats, 46 cows, 13 chickens, 4 ducks, 50 sheep and 1 horse, her name is buttercup,” Amoreena informed him, stealing the attention once again.

“Wow, who’s your favourite?” Spencer turned to her, watching her kick her feet as she looked out the windows.

“Probably Alfonzo our fluffy show cow, or Rufus, our dog,” she said softly. “Sometimes nanny lets him sleep at our house.”

“That’s so cool, I’ve never had a pet.”

“What?!” Amoreena stopped, pressing her lips together as her eyes shot wide open, thinking it was the most absurd thing anyone has ever said.

“My mom was sick when I was growing up so I spent my time taking care of her, I didn’t have time for a dog,” he said softly, saying it in a way that wouldn’t scare her.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said softly, reaching her hand out to pat his knee as she kept her eyes on the road.

Then she was pulling in past a big house, around the bend behind it, past the garden and the trail to the barn towards another house. It was big and white, probably big enough to have 4 bedrooms. Many levels, with multiple build-ons from years ago ageing to match eventually.

It was covered in vines, ivy and flowers. It was just like miss honeys. He felt something unspeakable, opening his mouth softly to breathe as his eyes trailed up the siding to the shingles.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Home sweet home,” her wonderful voice brought him back to reality. Saying the word that matched the feeling in his chest.

“Wow,” he whispered. His mouth moved to say words, not a single one slipped through the cracks, his lips touching with fake syllables as he stared at it.

“It was my grandma’s, it’s the house she raised my dad in,” Y/N explained as she put the car in park.

“Mommy had me as a gift for GG,” Amoreena added from the back.

“Her great-grandma,” Y/N nodded with a soft smile, biting the inside of her lip as she fought her feelings. That was a touchy subject that he was going to pry into, later on, wanting to know every single thing about the most exceptional women in the world.

There was a cat sitting on their front step, introduced to him as toothpick because he was the smallest in the last litter. And then the name of every single cat on the way back up to the main house.

Simon and Gar-funk-field twin orange brothers, Alaska the all-white one, strawberry shortcake had a red heart on her butt, oven-mitt for comedic effect obviously as if they others weren’t funny enough, as well as shovel and Catrina… all 16 of them had a name and Spencer was not going to forget a single one.

“Welcome! You must be Doctor Reid,” her father was a very large man, it shocked Spencer slightly.

He was like Santa Clause, it was more than a bit of a shock. Thick grey beard, bald head, red flannel and dirty work jeans, probably in his late 60’s. He was what you imagined Santa to look like outside of Christmas, on holiday with his wife.

He looked like a man who lived a long and happy life, he had a wife who cooked good meals for him, he probably didn’t mind sitting back with a beer most nights. There was definitely going to be sports memorabilia inside and a million photos of Y/N and Amoreena, and the purest energy known to man. Family love.

He hated how fast he profiled it all in his mind, trying to drop that aspect of his inner monologue moving forward.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Sir,” he said softly, nodding lightly as he placed his hands in his pockets. Letting it be known he didn’t touch people, and weirdly being respected.

“Please, it’s Bob or Poppy Clause,” he laughed, shifting his attention to Amoreena as she climbed the stairs towards the porch.

“How is my lovey?” Bob asked her softly, “may I have a welcome home hug?”

“Ah,” he smiled and nodded to himself. He was used to it, asking permission for her sensory issues. Spencer was impressed, and a bit emotional at the fact someone his age was respecting a way of life many didn’t care to understand.

Amoreena gave him a hug, throwing herself into his arms, “no beard tickles,” she instructed, holding onto his shoulders as he kept his face away from her.

Y/N placed her hand on Spencers back, “I told you they were a lot, my mom is worse.”

“I feel very comfortable here, don’t worry,” he assured her.

“I should worry,” she laughed, “you’re one of them, oh god.”

“One of who?”

She tilted her head at him, shaking her head, “eccentric, full of life, bursting with weirdness that would probably be a strange purple goo if I could see it.”

He pressed his lips together as he thought about it, nodding softly in agreement. “There is nothing wrong with that, it just means I’m having fun and living my best life from now on.”

“Welcome to the family,” Bob added, a simple saying that invoked a feeling of pride he long yearned for.

—

Dinner was lovely, he’s never had shepherd’s pie before. Learning it was ground beef, beans and potato casserole, and somehow there was also corn in there… he wasn’t sure why it was so delicious but he enjoyed it a lot.

It might have simply been the ambiance that made it so good.

Her mother was the sweetest woman, she made everything from scratch. Including bread that he was obsessed with and a pie for dessert, she was overjoyed to have an expected yet unexpected guest.

Knowing there was a possibility he’d come, but not setting a place for him at the table unless he showed. She wrapped him up in a big hug when he arrived as well as after dinner when he helped her move the plates to the sink.

Her dad offered him a beer after dinner, taking him to the front porch to talk while the ladies cleaned up for the night. Amoreena had a strict bedtime routine to stick to, and it wasn’t his place to witness nor get in the way.

“So,” her dad started the interrogation easily. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be here if Y/N didn’t trust you. And she doesn’t trust many people.”

“I can promise you I’ll never hurt either of them,” he said with the utmost confidence. “It’s been two days and they’ve brought me more joy than I can explain, and I’m never going to take that for granted.”

“Good answer,” he smiled. “Now, farmhouse rules are as follows; you can roam where ever you please, just ask permission before using any equipment, we’re more of a petting zoo than a farm now so the animals are overly friendly, try and keep them inside the gates.”

He was a bit flustered, computing the fact that he just trusted him like that. Maybe he was Santa Clause, making a list and checking it twice, and Spencer happened to cross off every box to land him on the nice one.

“Sounds good,” he smiled. “Thank you.”

“Believe me, sonny, I know what it’s like to want to impress the old man, but it’s all about Amoreena,” Bob warned him. “If she loves you then so will Y/N, and she falls fast.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’m the same way.”

“That’s what Y/N was saying, I think it’ll be good for Amoreena to know someone like her, we try our best to get her out there and making friends, she’s smart enough to move up some grades but she’s a kid, y’know?” Her father basically describing his own childhood back to him.

“I graduated high school at 13,” he presses his lips together, hoping it doesn’t come off as a brag. Taking a sip of his beer to take the edge off how awkward he felt.

“Do you regret it?”

“No,” he smiled at Bob, who was smiling right back, “it led me here.”

Bob hummed in response, taking a sip as well as he sat back in his rocking chair, watching over the cows in the field as the sun began to set. It was picture perfect, unbelievable.

Wet feet on the hardwood floor caught his attention then, Amoreena was in her PJ’s as she ran towards the door. Putting on her rubber boots and swinging open the screen door.

Her hair was wet, falling into her eyes as she pushed it out of the way, “are you joining the parade and dance party?”

He acted like he knew what that meant, “sure?”

“Yes!” She cheered, “hurry up mom!!”

Y/N walked down the steps slowly, shaking her head as she laughed. “You are so impatient, the animals aren’t going anywhere.”

“No, but Spencer will!”

It made his heartache, the thought of leaving.

“Come on,” she slipped back into her shoes and joined them on the porch. “Off we go, see you later dad.”

“Be good, make wise choices,” he teased her.

“Okay old fart, sleep well,” they had a friendship that was admirable.

Spencer followed with glee as Amoreena said goodnight to all the animals, parading down the path towards their house as she made sure to talk to everything on the way there.

“Every night we pick 2 songs to dance to, it gets all the sillies out and rewards us for a day well spent so we can bless our bodies with a good sleep,” Y/N explains as she unlocks the front door.

A cottage full of books in the middle of the woods, that dream he always had, coming true as she ushered him inside. The smell of coffee drifting towards him as he noticed the brown candle on the mantle surrounded by photos of Y/N and her family.

She placed her keys beside it, kicking off her shoes and making sure Amoreena did the same. In the living room, she connected her phone to a set of speakers, letting the little one pick out 2 songs, queueing them up to play as she bounced with anticipation.

“Tonight’s selection is today was a fairytale by miss Swift, and Anne Hathaway’s cover of somebody to love, form the cinematic masterpiece that is Ella Enchanted,” Y/N announced like she was hosting the grammies, pretending her phone was the mic before hitting play.

He knew somebody to love, the Elton John version, it was a song that Penelope and Emily sang at karaoke when they reached 11 shots each, so not very often. But enough to have him remember the words, singing along with them as they danced.

It was a better workout than Derek had ever put him through, they held hands and jumped around, he twirled Amoreena around, pretending to do the tango with Y/N. Waving their arms in the air, it was the most carefree he has been in ages.

The songs fit the situation more perfectly than any of them seem to realize, he’s falling head over heels in love with this family that he met yesterday. Something in him saying that he needs to stay, that this is where he was supposed to be.

Getting Amoreena into bed was more difficult than Y/N imagined, she didn’t want to stop talking to Spencer. Only finally agreeing to sleep when she learned he would still be there for breakfast in the morning.

“Can you read me a book from your brain?” Her sleep-deprived eyes blinked as she asked him softly.

He looked at Y/N from the doorway, she nodded, patting the bed for Spencer to sit on the edge.

“Any book?”

“Any book.”

“Bedtime for baby star,” he says softly. Remembering all the late night’s he’s heard JJ whisper it on the back of the plane, in the corner of a police precinct in the middle of nowhere, in a twin bed beside his as they shared a hotel room.

“Once there was a baby star, she lived up by the sun. And every night at bedtime, that baby star wanted to have some fun,” he recited the words in an exciting tone, just low enough to soothe her into sleep. “She would sine and sine and fall and shoot and twinkle, oh so bright, and she said ‘Mommy! I’ll run away if you make me say goodnight.’”

Y/N looked at her with a fake stern look, leaning in enough to rub their noses together. “And then her mommy kissed her sparkly nose and said, no matter where you go,”

Y/N kissed her on the nose, “no matter where you go,” she repeated.

“No matter where you are, no matter how big you grow and even if you stray far,” to which Y/N repeated. “I’ll love you forever because you’ll always be my baby star.”

“Goodnight my sweet Amoreena,” Y/N kissed her head softly and stood, Spencer, joined her by the door.

“Can I have a hug?” She asked him softly, he looked at Y/N for approval once again.

She placed a hand on his back as she nodded, watching him lean in and hold Amoreena softly, “goodnight, I had a fun day today.”

“See you tomorrow,” she smiled, closing her eyes for the night.

Y/N replaced her lamp light with a night light, closing the door on the way out of her room as she blew a kiss towards her baby, “love you.”

“Love you more,” Amoreena whispered back.

Spencer was nothing but smiles in the hall as she looked at him, “I’m going to pour myself some wine and sit in the garden, are you interested?”

“Ecstatic actually,” he replied, following her towards the kitchen and letting her pour him a glass.

Behind her house, she had an overgrown garden, every area of her life had a reference to a book somewhere, a story someone else told that she’s now claimed as her own. Living in the world she always wanted, inviting Spencer to stay a while.

She let out a deep sigh as she sat down on the outdoor couch beside him, dropping her head on his shoulder softly, it was more contact than he was expecting. She had barely touched him.

“You should know that I like you a lot,” Spencer spoke softly. “I don’t want you to think I’m just some creep trying to get close to you and your kid, I genuinely think you’re wonderful and Amoreena is magnificent.”

“I trust you, I googled you and everything, don’t worry,” she laughs. “I wouldn’t invite you to the museum and let you give my kid a hug without doing research.”

“Not everything is on there you know.”

“I think you are very wonderful as well,” she said softly, “but I know it’s just the fact that you’re so darn cute that’s making me feel like I should drop everything and invite you into our life.”

“I understand,” he replied. Waiting for her to tell him that this was the last time she’d see him, it was inevitable at this point in his life. Nothing good lasted for long.

“So I need you to know all about me and I need to know all about you before you decide you want to stay because I can’t handle bringing you into Amoreena’s life for you to just leave her,” another deflection.

“You might want to hear mine first before you decide if you want me to stay around her,” it sounded scarier than he planned.

“Alright then, you go first,” she insisted with a small smile, eyes darting past him towards the cows in the field. Not ready to be vulnerable with him.

“I worked with the FBI for 15 years, I’ve helped catch some of the worst people in America, and some of them have vendetta’s against me. As far fetched and insane as that sounds,” he pre-warned her, watching her face drop as she understood the weight of his words.

“I have been framed and sent to prison for three months, I was kidnaped, tortured, drugged, and assaulted, not to mention shot a few times. I have more trauma than you can imagine. So that’s something you have to consider in a future with me,” he whispered so she wouldn’t hear how ashamed he was of himself.

“And the fact know that I can’t always keep myself or you safe, no matter how far disconnected I am from the FBI. It doesn’t matter if I change my name and hide here for the rest of my life off the grid. There are some fucked up minds out there that don’t want to let me experience true happiness. But in all honesty,” he finally stops his long-winded rant. He bites his bottom lip as if he is holding back someone worse than all the things he just said.

“I’m willing to die tomorrow if it means my last day on earth was this fucking perfect.” Tears welled in his eyes, “I am so tired.”

“It’s okay to cry, I would be too,” she says softly, a frog in her throat as she nodded. Tears welling in her eyes as her face scrunched.

He blinked and a tear escaped, slipping down his cheek and being swiped off by her thumb in an instant. She kept her hand on his cheek softly, he leaned into it.

“I’ve been running for so long,” he whispers because then the words don’t really exist. They’re secrets only for her to hear and then they’re gone. “I was basically groomed for the FBI, I was their personal computer and they didn’t give a single shit about the wear and tear on me.”

He started to sob. She cradled his head against her chest in one swift motion, holding him close and rubbing his back. Shushing him softly as he cried into her shoulder.

“You know that Katy Perry song?” she changed the subject as he calmed down, understanding his pain and accepting his warnings, but continuing down the path anyway.

“Summer after high school when we first met,” she sang like an angel. “It was like that, I thought I met the love of my life after I graduated, we got engaged a year later, then he died in a car crash and I was single for a very long time.”

“Then my grandma got sick and she made a bucket list. Number one was to become a great grandma,” her words became whispers as she tried to stop the tears, following Spencer’s tactic even though it failed so miserably.

“I said fuck it. I’m going to have a baby and make my own family, one person I can truly care for and never lose. She’s my world, she was the light of my grandma’s life until it burnt out, she has changed my world in ways I can’t even explain.”

It fell silent as they absorbed each other’s explanations of their issues. The root of their problems, the core of their soul were the most hurt was kept locked away, opening the doors and swapping scrapbook snapshots of terrible memories.

“I think,” she says, finally, like music to his ears. “I think that I’m okay, I’m positive actually that I want you in my life like this. All of you is fine with me, you’re not that scary, and I’m tired of waiting for the right moments because it means losing the people over time missed. I want to live my life fully, I’m at peace with the unknown and with you.”

Peace.

“Not to quote Taylor Swift at you or anything, but she does have a point in that song,” she laughed lightly and he felt her chest jump. Life bursting through her as she made light of an incredibly touchy subject.

“I don’t know the song,” he whispers.

She gasps, “oh that’s the line, I finally found it. Our first fight can be whether or not you like Taylor Swift, don’t even think about how upset Amoreena will be if you’re not, I’ll kick you out.”

He can't stop laughing then, digging his face into her neck as he holds her closer to his chest. Breathing her in as she finishes his laugh in a giggle, rubbing her hands down his back as she presses her cheek to his head.

“I haven’t had the time to listen to her this year I know she’s been busy releasing music,” he admits, “but I’m sure I’ll love it.”

She shifts awkwardly on the couch to take her phone out of her pocket, opening her music and playing the song she was speaking of.

He simply rests his head on her chest, both of them laying back onto the cushions together, finding a comforting spot for their arms as they listened to the words, silently.

He absorbed it all, every word she said bringing forth a feeling he’s never felt before. True understanding, like someone, gets him. Gasping audibly when she says ‘robbers to the east clowns to the west, give you my sunshine, give you my best.’

He wasn’t alone.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #amoreena

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

Finding the Legendary Dragon

Milk Cookie: Huh… Where am I? The ocean…? Milk Cookie: Whew…! Looks like we’re all in one piece! Milk Cookie: If it wasn’t for my shield, we would have become all soggy! Milk Cookie: I wonder if the others are okay… Hey! Dino-Sour Cookie! Are you listening? Dino-Sour Cookie: BLEAGH! It’s so salty! ...Where are we? Milk Cookie: I’m afraid I don’t know… I opened my eyes and… All I could see was water. Dino-Sour Cookie: Where’s Purple Yam and Mala Sauce Cookie? *Urp!* Eugh! I’m gettin sea sick... Milk Cookie: Look! It’s an island! ???: Huh? You’re…? Are you…!? Welcome! Welcome!

Mango Cookie: I’m the one-and-only guide, Mango Cookie! Are you here to explore our islands? Dino-Sour Cookie: Do you really think we’re here to explore the islands… in our state? Mango Cookie: Ah! My mistake! I thought you were visitors. Why don’t you hop in onto my canoe? I’ll take you ashore! Milk Cookie: ...And that’s how we ended up here! Mango Cookie: It’s ok if you aren’t visiting! I’m still very glad to meet you! Mango Cookie: These days… the waves are getting rough and we don’t get that many visitors anymore... Milk Cookie: So the Dragon’s Valley isn’t the only place that’s changing…? What’s going on? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp!* This canoe sure shakes a lot… Eugh... Mango Cookie: Not to worry! It happens all the time. The currents are always changing here. Mango Cookie: There’s a deep, deep spot in the ocean that’s surrounded by our islands, the Tropical Soda Archipelago! Mango Cookie: Because the islands look like the Dragons, legends say this is where they were born! Dino-Sour Cookie: RAD! Dragons were born here!? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp...* So dizzy... Mango Cookie: There used to be a volcano there! That’s where Dragons were born. Mango Cookie: Legends say the Dragons are slumbering in the highest peaks and the deepest caves. Milk Cookie: Amazing! You’re quite the expert on these legends! Mango Cookie: I love our islands! And I love telling our stories to everyone, too! Milk Cookie: These islands are quite beautiful. There’re flowers and fruit growing everywhere! Mango Cookie: Good eye! There’s so much natural beauty here. It’s our pride and joy! Mango Cookie: There’re many types of fruit growing here, from dragonfruit to pineapples and more. The small island I grew up on has mangoes! Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp!* Can… can we please just land anywhere? ...Huh? Milk Cookie: What’s wrong, Dino-Sour Cookie? Oh! Look at all the fish and rays! Mango Cookie: Oh, a school of Ba-Dum Rays! It’s said they came into the world after dragon scales dropped into the sea! Dino-Sour Cookie: Dragon scales? EPIC! I have GOT to see these up close! Milk Cookie: The closer we get to shore, the more of them seem to show up! It looks like they’re… entranced? Dino-Sour Cookie: Hey, do you hear something? Milk Cookie: It sounds like… drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: This beat! This rhythm! It’s… I… feel like bursting into dance!? Milk Cookie: So do I! The sudden urge to dance is uncontrollable! Dino-Sour Cookie: It’s not just us. My Jellysaur is dancing, too! Milk Cookie: These Ba-Dum Rays aren’t just swimming, are they? They are dancing! Mango Cookie: Ding-ding-ding! Correct! Mango Cookie: Alrighty then, let’s go find out the mystery of these drums!

Dino-Sour Cookie: WHOA! That Cookie is ROCKIN the drums! Mango Cookie: How about we wait a bit? It’s not nice to disturb Artichoke Cookie during a performance! Dino-Sour Cookie: The drums have stopped! Milk Cookie: That was an exciting performance. I could not help but move with the beat! Artichoke Cookie: It was a piece to express the sound of waves with drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: Huh? You’re starting to play the drums again? And it’s more upbeat than before! Artichoke Cookie: It is a piece to express how happy I am to meet all of you! Mango Cookie: Artichoke Cookie can express anything with the drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: Whoa, that’s so awesome! And look, the rays are gathering around! Mango Cookie: It’s quite rare to see so many. They live in the deepest depths of the ocean. Mango Cookie: But once they hear Artichoke Cookie’s drums, they rise up to the surface! Milk Cookie: Thank you for helping us see such a rare sight, Artichoke Cookie! Artichoke Cookie: It was short, but it was so much fun! (Dumm dumm rat-a-tat-tat dumm) Mango Cookie: Well now! Shall we head over to the next island? Dino-Sour Cookie: We… we weren’t getting off here…? Mango Cookie: Welcome to Pineapple Isle! Dino-Sour Cookie: Oh, land! LAND! And it’s an island with Dragons! Milk Cookie: So is that Pineapple Mountain in the middle? It really does look like a pineapple! Dino-Sour Cookie: That looks like the tallest mountain here. Is that where the Golden Dragon lives? Milk Cookie: Didn’t Pitaya Dragon Cookie mention that the other Dragons might know what’s going on? Milk Cookie: I’m sure Mala Sauce Cookie is searching for the Dragons to help her tribe. And Purple Yam Cookie isn’t the type to just leave her by herself. Milk Cookie: Let’s go meet this Dragon and ask where the others are! Dino-Sour Cookie: Good idea! Finally! We get to meet a REAL DRAGON! Milk Cookie: Let’s head over and start digging into that mountain! Dino-Sour Cookie: Good thinking!

Mango Cookie: !? Wh-what are you doing!? Milk Cookie: Don’t worry, I’ll get my shield at the ready when we meet the Dragon. Milk Cookie: It’s so much easier to dig with my shield! Dino-Sour Cookie: What a pro move, Milk Cookie! I’m not gonna lose! Mango Cookie: Dino-Sour Cookie, not you too!? And the Jellysaur as well? No no!

Dino-Sour Cookie: C’mon! We gotta go meet this Dragon! Dino-Sour Cookie: We’ve dug quite deep so far! Great work, Jellysaur! Mango Cookie: Oh… oh no! Milk Cookie: We’ve dug quite a bit… And still no sign of the Dragon. Dino-Sour Cookie: Maybe we should try digging this way?

Mango Cookie: No, wait! The Dragon might get angry! They love this island’s beauty and legends say ruining the island will bring destruction! Dino-Sour Cookie: Psssh! A Dragon isn’t gonna get angry at us for digging a few holes. Milk Cookie: Wait! Something’s happening!?

Milk Cookie: D… D.... D… DRAGON! Dino-Sour Cookie: A real Dragon!? A REAL DRAGON! Mango Cookie: The legends… They’re true! All of them! Ananas Dragon: You darrre to defile my island… Your trrransgressions will not be forgiven. Milk Cookie: Please wait! We didn’t dig to ruin anything. We just wanted to find and meet you! Ananas Dragon: Hrrrmph… No excuses arrre worth hearrrring. Dino-Sour Cookie: GAH! The Dragon’s taking us somewhere!? Dino-Sour Cookie: This is so RAD! No wait! No NO, let us down! Milk Cookie: Where are you taking us!? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Ooof!* What a rough landing… You didn’t have to throw us onto the ground! Hey, where exactly are we? Mango Cookie: Look at all these pineapple decorations… Maybe we’re in the Dragon’s nest within Pineapple Mountain?

Ananas Dragon Cookie: Well, well, well. It seems you’re smarter than you look, little Cookies. Dino-Sour Cookie: Eh? Waaait… Are you… Were you…? Where’d the Dragon go!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Kneel before me, tiny Cookies. For you are in the presence of the noblest of Dragonkind. Dino-Sour Cookie: But you’re just a Cookie... Ananas Dragon Cookie: You dare to call me a mere Cookie!? I have simply adopted this worthless form to save my strength. Milk Cookie: So you’re a Dragon, just like a Pitaya Dragon Cookie! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Hrrmph! Do not even think to compare me with that failure of a Dragon! Ananas Dragon Cookie: For your transgressions, you shall be imprisoned. FOREVER. Mango Cookie: Um… Have you been living in this mountain all this time…? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Of course. For times longer than mere Cookies can ever fathom. Mango Cookie: Then, does that mean… Oh! The legend of five Dragons coming into the world is true! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Intriguing… You are not as incompetent as the other Cookies. Mango Cookie: But please wait, these two know that the islands are beautiful and serene! Mango Cookie: The digging only started because they wanted to meet you, the great Dragon, and to find their friends! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Enough! Whatever your reasons, the island has been desecrated. There is no mercy for such a crime. Milk Cookie: No, please! We must find our friends! PLEASE!

Dino-Sour Cookie: Look out! Rocks are falling down on us! A cave-in!? Milk Cookie: An earthquake!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: My nest…! How is this possible! Ananas Dragon Cookie: HRRRMPH! This is nothing…! Dino-Sour Cookie: Wow, really? You could have lent us some help and not just yourself... Ananas Dragon Cookie: I have no reason to help Cookies. Mango Cookie: Is everyone ok? Mango Cookie: Wait… there’s something in that corner! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Pineapplemur!? Mango Cookie: Don’t worry! I’ll save you! Milk Cookie: Wait, look out! There’s too many rocks falling!

Milk Cookie: Are you ok!? Are the two of you in one piece? Mango Cookie: I’m fine! But this Pet’s tail has been scratched by some rocks... Milk Cookie: Leave it to me! Healing Milk Mace, hear my plea! Mango Cookie: Its tail is coming back to normal! Milk Cookie: Don’t worry, little one! The pain has gone away! Mango Cookie: The earthquake… has it stopped? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Intriguing. I stand corrected. Not all Cookies are worthless and weak, are they? Dino-Sour Cookie: Dude… seriously… You’re a Cookie, too. Ananas Dragon Cookie: Your desecration of my island cannot be forgiven. But for saving my Pet, I shall let you go… this time. Milk Cookie: Please, if we could ask just one question? Mango Cookie: Please, oh great Dragon! Ananas Dragon Cookie: I am a generous Dragon. Present your request. Milk Cookie: Do you know where the other Dragons are? Our friends are definitely looking for them! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Dragons tend to stay where their strength can remain pure. Dino-Sour Cookie: Just how many Dragons are out there!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: I leave it to your little heads to understand my words. Ananas Dragon Cookie: Now, away with you. Heed caution should you ever decide to return before me.

Dino-Sour Cookie: Whew… what a hike! Would’ve been faster if the Dragon just flew us down the mountain... Milk Cookie: Hmm, where could the other Dragons be? Mango Cookie, got any ideas? Mango Cookie: According to legend, there’s a Red Dragon that controlled fire and brimstone, and a Golden Dragon that controlled the earth. Mango Cookie: A Blue Dragon that granted wishes, a Violet Dragon that manipulated darkness, and the all-knowing Ivory Dragon. Milk Cookie: Maybe the Blue Dragon can grant a wish! A wish to be reunited with Mala Sauce Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie!

Dino-Sour Cookie: Thanks for the canoe! Travelling is going to be so much easier now! Mango Cookie: Don’t mention it! Glad to help! Milk Cookie: It’ll be easy since we learned how to paddle from an expert! Shall we get going? Dino-Sour Cookie: Hey… Uh… Do the waves seem a bit rough…? *Urp…!* Milk Cookie: Indeed… We’ve paddled so much, but we’re still in the same spot! Mango Cookie: I’ve never been on the ocean in rough waters like this… I’m afraid I’m not much help. Milk Cookie: We need to get going… We must hurry! Dino-Sour Cookie: Huh!? The waves… They’ve calmed down! Milk Cookie: Now’s our chance! We need to hurry! We should say our goodbyes to Mango Cookie before we lea- Milk Cookie: You! Ananas Dragon Cookie: I merely disliked how the waters were moving around my islands. In the end, it seems to have helped your futile paddling. Milk Cookie: Thank you for assisting us! Mango Cookie: I knew it! The legends about the Dragons’ powers are true, too! Mango Cookie: Come back and visit with your friends! I’ll be sure to show you all of our islands’ beauty! Dino-Sour Cookie: And we’re off! Let’s GO!

#mango cookie #dinosour cookie #milk cookie #ananas dragon cookie #COOKIE RUN #cr dialogue #artichoke cookie

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Mabel’s Worry

Collab with @clownwry! They’ve been super sweet and very nice, and after getting inspired by this post, I decided to write a full on-fic about it... but then it spiraled out of control, so enjoy an angsty story featuring the sweater twins!

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Mabel sat up quickly, breathing just as heavy as an Olympic runner. She shook her head to clear it and she hugged her knees in self-embarrassment. It was just a stupid nightmare. Vague, no real plot, but still carried the overall message, the fear, anxiety, and still made Mabel’s blood run cold and sweat sparkle on her forehead. She needed to calm down, get herself together. Milk. Warm milk.

And so she quietly got out of bed and left her shared attic bedroom for downstairs. Despite being gone for nine months, she still knew this dark home by heart. She could walk it blindfolded if needed, but the moonlight leaking in through the triangular windows helped her in her journey. That and a small light coming from the living room. Like a moth to a flame, Mabel sleepily dragged her socked feet to the room and peaked through the doorway, half of her face hidden by wood and shadow.

Grunkle Ford was sitting in the armchair, reading a book in the light of a lamp. Mabel’s spirit was lifted, relieved and happy to see him, but she was hesitant to bother him. He was happy with his book, she really shouldn’t bother him with her own stupid problems. She should probably just go get her drink and go to bed and leave him alone. But then Grunkle Ford’s instincts alerted him of a spy and he looked up and instantly smiled.

“Mabel,” His blissful facial expression dropped suddenly remembering that she went to bed a few hours ago and it wasn’t quite daylight yet. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

This really wasn’t like her, for words to fail leaving her mouth, for her to be silent or non-vocal. But all Mabel could do was barely step into the light, hands behind her back, and shrug with her eyes to the floor. She was silent because she was afraid of what she would say if she dared to give herself the opportunity to talk. Ford grew more concerned, but he knew what to do; he had more practice under his belt now than he did months ago. He smiled softly at his niece, closed his book and sat it on the dino skull, and patted his thigh. “Come here.”

Mabel looked up and bit her lip. The dame broke over her uncle’s kindness. With watering eyes she ran into his lap and clung onto him tightly, burying her face in his chest and whimpering as tears left her eyes. Ford hugged her back tightly and petted her soft long brown hair. The girl might be thirteen, but that doesn’t mean she would stop having nightmares or no longer need comfort. Moses knows, as much as he would deny it, Ford still had nightmares and still needed reassurance. Not to mention it was well-earned after everything he and his family had been through… everything he put his family through…

Mabel was mumbling something into his maroon sweater. Ford thought it was moans, sobs, but as he listened he could actually make out words. “M’sorry… m’sorry…”

“Hey, hey.” Ford said softly. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, my dear.”

“... didn’t mean t’bother you…”

“Oh,” Ford cooed as gentle as a lamb. “Oh, sweetheart, you could never bother me. Never.”

Mabel sniffed. “M’sorry.” Whether she was still sorry for bothering him or sorry for being sorry was a bit unclear, but Ford decided it didn’t matter.

“It’s alright.” Ford eased. “It’s alright, my dear.”

After a few minutes of letting Mabel cry into his chest, Ford could feel Mabel make a sharp shiver in his hold. He got a pretty good idea, and so he gently had Mabel let him go. She whimpered like a puppy denied a treat, but she watched with sparkling eyes as Ford slipped off his maroon sweater, revealing a thin long-sleeved white undershirt, and he sweetly pulled it over Mabel’s head and smiled at her. She helped him by slipping her arms into the correct holes and she grinned as she now wore Ford’s old red sweater. Nearly every day he wore a Mabel Sweater she had made for her, whether she mailed it to the Stan O’ War while they were apart, or she gave it to him in person. Only every so often did he wear his old sweater, but they were both glad he did.

Mabel allowed her head to sink deeper into the worn yarn. Her senses and lungs were drowned in Ford’s scent, which brought along happy memories and good emotions. She hugged Ford again and he happily held her, petting her hair and just being there. 

A few minutes of silence passed, and Ford made a prediction that it was a good time to check on her verbally. “Feeling better? Mabel?” He looked down and Mabel was asleep, one arm still around him, one hand holding onto his undershirt. Ford chuckled warmly in his chest, slowly stood, and carried Mabel to the attic to tuck her in.

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“Dipper, they’re ready!” Mabel called.

Dipper hurried up the stairs and ran into his shared bedroom, plopped on the beanbag, and Mabel started the call on the laptop they had on the floor between the two beds. The grunkles answered at once, sitting at the table and grinning.

“Well hey there, gremlins! How was your week?” Stan greeted.

“Pretty good, just the usual school stuff.” Dipper answered.

“Did you get the package?” Mabel asked.

Ford grinned and picked up the large sealed box and placed it on the table. “Yes, perfectly intact! We picked it up in Pevek two days ago.”

���What?! And you haven’t opened it?!”

“Oh, well we thought we should wait until…”

“You two will freeze!” Mabel shook her head and smiled. “Open it and get warm!”

Stan rolled his eyes as he pulled out his pocketknife and cut the tape. “Sweetie, in the last two years we’ve been sailing you’ve sent us three trunks full of blankets, eight pairs of gloves, at least a dozen sweaters for each of us, six scarves…”

“Not that we don’t appreciate it, we always love your packages, my dear.” Ford interrupted. “But you work too hard. We’re never cold thanks to you.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Mabel said firmly.

“Oh wow! Mabel!” Ford gasped happily as he pulled out a new green sweater-vest with golden diamonds and a long-sleeved salmon button up. “This is beautiful!” Ford also pulled out a regular dark-orange turtleneck.

Stan noticed there had been two stacks of things. Ford had already taken out his stack, so the old conman grinned as he plunged his hand into the box and grabbed his new baby-blue sweater with a sailboat on it. “Sweet! And look here!” Stan pulled out another sweater, this one being a warm cream color with tiny pinetrees on the neck and wrists and waist of the sweater. “Wow, Mabel! Just when I thought your sweaters couldn’t get more impressive… this is so cool!”

Mabel blushed over the compliments. “I’m glad you like them. There’s still…”

“Oh, my dear, this must have taken you ages!” Ford pulled out one last item: a large knitted blanket to go with the others, this one made with very thick yarn that was as soft as the melody of youthful days. It was very large and could easily cover both men, and it resembled the sky perfectly, being dark blue with white specks.

“Thank you, pumpkin, this is amazing!”

Mabel grinned and said, “Just please stay warm.”

Ford smiled and nodded. “Of course we will. We’re always careful, my dear. And thanks to you I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be cold.”

Mabel wasn’t sure if she bought it, the number of times she saw their chattering teeth, tight jaws, and rosy cheeks and noses in pictures, but she decided not to fight it and she just smiled.

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There are some benefits to living in the glorious year of 2014. Many different forms of communication allow people to keep in contact, no matter how far apart they are. So not only did Ford, Stan, Dipper, and Mabel, text every day and send pictures and emails, they always had their Saturday night/Sunday morning video call. Always. So, of course, Mabel and Dipper were a little concerned when no one responded to their text messages to ask if they were ready for the call.

“Hey guys! Ready?”

“Rise and shine, sleepy heads! Can’t wait to see you guys!”

“Are you guys okay? We understand if you can’t make it this week.”

“Is something wrong? We’re not mad, but could you please text us.”

“Guys, seriously, this isn’t funny…”

“If we don’t hear back from you guys I will call the FBI! The CIA!”

“You guys do know how to use your phones, right?”

“Are you guys hurt?! ARE YOU DEAD?!”

Dipper looked up from his phone and across his bedroom. Mabel was in Sweatertown on her bed, buried in her favorite nightgown. Dipper sighed and moved to sit next to her. “Mabel, it’ll be okay.”

“They’re jerks.” Mabel mumbled from within the maroon yarn.

Dipper smiled and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’ll get payback when they finally answer.”

Mabel lifted her head just enough to peek at his twin. “But what if they never do…” And tears formed.

Dipper rubbed her back and said, “They will. I swear.”

But they didn’t. As time ticked from ten o’clock at night to midnight to even three o’clock in the morning, Dipper and Mabel stayed awake, waiting for a response, both of them knowing any attempt to sleep was futile. And when Mabel’s phone buzzed and rang for a video-call, they both dove and Mabel clicked the green button with a shaking hand.

~~~~~~~~

Stan gave his brother the mug of warm water. “You’re an idiot.”

Ford snorted and sipped the warm drink. “This isn’t coffee.”

“You don’t need coffee, you need to get hydrated.” Stan collapsed into the couch next to his brother. His eyes landed on the wall-clock, and he shot up quickly and ran for the bedroom. “DAMN IT!”

“What? What is it?!” Ford gasped.

“It’s Sunday!”

Ford groaned and slapped his forehead.

Stan grabbed his phone and found a dozen text messages from each kid and some missed phone calls. “Ah jeez, I know you’re wiped out, Sixer, but we gotta talk to these kids.”

“I don’t care if I’m on my deathbed, we’re calling them.” Ford hollered back as he loosened the grip of his blanket and Stan entered the room. His brother sat next to him and called Mabel’s phone.

At once Stan’s phone lit up with two distressed looking kids, both with wide eyes but missing their bedheads. “YOU’RE OKAY!” The two teenagers cried out.

Stan winced. “Kids, we’re really really sorry…”

“What happened?!” Mabel gasped. “Grunkle Ford, are you okay?! You don’t look very good, are you sick?!”

“Mabel, sweetie, I’m okay.” Ford eased. “I… erm, I fell overb-...”

“YOU FELL IN THE OCEAN?!” Mabel yelled in horror.

“Ssh, Mabel!” Dipper hissed, eyeing the door.

“Are you okay?! Are you on your way to a hospital?! Do you need anything? We can hitchhike…”

“Mabel, Mabel, please, I’m alright, Stanley’s been taking excellent care of me.” Ford said firmly. “I’m sorry we scared you, sweetie, but…”

“Well, good!” Mabel snapped, visibly angry and now full-on scolding. Stan and Ford glanced at each other nervously, getting flashbacks of scoldings from their mother. “You should be, knuckleheads! We can’t tell if you’re even still alive unless you tell us! Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear?! If something happened to you… I’m glad you’re happy and doing what you love, but PLEASE don’t kill yourselves doing it!” Mabel bit her lip as she realized she was yelling, and she used the long sweater sleeve to wipe at her damp eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Aw, pumpkin, it’s okay.” Stan replied calmly. “You’ve got every right to be mad at us. I’m sorry, I should have at least texted you. But I honestly didn’t cuz I was busy keeping this dork alive.” Stan teased, elbowing Ford and making him smile. “So, yeah, that was really scary and that wasn’t fair, but he’s gonna be just fine and we’re both okay and you know that now. Right?”

Mabel held her knees and sunk her face into Ford’s old sweater, only her eyes and the top half of her face visible now, but she wasn’t looking at them. “Yeah… Yeah, okay…”

“Mabel,” Ford said firmly. “Mabel, look at me.” He waited until her eyes were on him, and he smiled softly and said, “We’re okay. I promise, we’re both okay.”

Mabel couldn’t help but return the smile. “Okay… okay…” She sniffed and lifted her head a little, but her chin was still happily buried in red yarn. “So, tell us what happened? Was it the Kraken again?”

Stan grinned at the opportunity for a story, and the kids happily sat and listened.

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Almost fifteen-years-old. Dipper should know better than to run off into the woods after a dangerous anomaly, but he did it anyway. Mabel stayed home to make sure the monster didn’t come back, and was soon reunited with her boys as they arrived, breathing heavily. Dipper was okay for the most part. His arm was hurt and he had a black eye, but he was okay, and their grunkles were only a little scuffed and there was a leaf or two in Ford’s fluffy hair.

Mabel hurried to Dipper, but instead of hugging him like the three guessed she would, she smacked her brother over the head.

“Hey!”

“Mabel!”

“You KNUCKLEHEAD!” Mabel screamed. “Don’t you EVER do that again, you hear?! Don’t you dare! What were you thinking?! You just HAD to go after it! Couldn’t go inside like a normal person!”

“Good to see you too, sis.” Dipper muttered. “I had it under control.”

“I don’t care! What if you never came back…”

Dipper blinked and interrupted her. “Aw, Mabel, that was never gonna happen.”

Mabel bit her lip, held herself, and looked away.

“M-Mabel, I’m really sorry…”

“Here, let’s get you cleaned up first, and then we’ll talk about this, okay?” Stan eased, sensing that they needed a time-out. “C’mon, kid.”

Dipper sighed and followed Stan to the bathroom where they kept the first aid kit, leaving Ford alone with Mabel, who was well prepared to talk to her.

“Mabel, my dear, you have every right to be upset with him…”

“How could he do that?!” Mabel looked up at her uncle. “How could he think for a second it’s okay to just run off like that?!”

Ford chuckled a little to try to lighten the situation. “You know your brother. He has high ambitions and is extremely curious.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Mabel snapped. “It’s still stupid and selfish! I know he needs to do what he loves, but doesn’t he know how much I need him?! How can he just leave me behind?!”

Ford stared at Mabel. Her voice was cracking, her lip was trembling, and something in her eyes was screaming to be heard. Ford thought for a second, then dared to ask, “A-Are you talking about Stanley and I as well?”

Mabel sobbed. She yelled out in pain and collapsed on the bottom step, burning her face in her hands, and sobbed her heart out. Ford was stunned to hear her cry so hard, in so much emotional pain. She didn’t even cry this hard over any nightmares, and he had dealt with a handful of them. Poor Mabel was crying so hard and violently she gagged and retched occasionally, her body torn if she could cry or not but it was out of her control.

Ford got on his knees before her, but did not touch her. It broke his heart to see her so upset. And he and Stan had done this? Whatever it would take to fix it, he would do it. He was reluctant, but if sailing around the world with his brother was causing this much pain for their girl, then they would both agree to dock for good. “M-Mabel…”

“I understand…” Mabel mumbled through her tears and into her palms. “I understand why you had to go… why you both wanna go… b-b-but what if something happens to you?! How many times have you both gotten sick or hurt or nearly killed?! I miss you all the time and I’m always worried I’ll never see or hear from you again!”

“Oh, Mabel, sweetie…” Ford reached out a hand to put on her shoulder, but Mabel threw herself into Ford’s hold and he hugged her back tightly.

“I get it… I understand why you have to go… so WHY do I still feel this way?!” Mabel sobbed, clinging onto his uncle for dear life. “I’m so angry and scared and hurt! But I don’t want you to stop, I want you to sail cuz I know it makes you happy, but I need you to be okay!”

A lot of things clicked in Ford’s brain. Why Mabel always sent packages full of warm clothes. Why she always asked what they ate. Why she always checked on them. Why she was very observant and asked if they were okay if something was slightly off. Why she easily got worried if she didn’t hear from them. And why she always hugged them like she never wanted to let them go.

 Ford blinked his stiff eyes a few times and forced himself to keep it together. “I’m so sorry, Mabel. You and your brother are everything to us. I love you two more than anything. If… If sailing causes you this much distress we can…”

“NO! No no no!” Mabel screamed in horror, holding on tighter. “No, please don’t stop cuz of me! I don’t- That doesn’t matter!”

“Mabel Pines,” Ford said firmly and readjusted his hold on her so he could look her straight in the eye. “You matter.”

“I-I know. I know.” Mabel breathed. “But… please don’t stop sailing cuz of me. Please. I don’t want you to stop. But… I want you and Grunkle Stan to be okay. I… I can’t lose you…”

A large lump was in Ford’s throat. He tried to swallow it away, but it didn’t work. He compromised and took advantage of the silence. He cupped Mabel’s right cheek with his left hand and wiped some tears away with his thumb. Mabel covered his hand with hers and turned her face into his palm.

“I understand, my dear. I do. And I’m so sorry. I swear, we won’t stop sailing unless we want to. You have my word. But I also swear to you that Stanley and I won’t let anything happen. We;re too scared of losing each other to let anything happen, believe me.” Mabel moved her eyes to his. “We will always come home. I promise.”

Mabel hugged her uncle again and cried into his shoulder, leaving him to rub her back and pray she would be okay. Ford opened his eyes and caught the sight of his twin at the top of the stairs. He must have heard Mabel’s screams and come to investigate, but decided to stay out of it. But a look from Ford told Stan that Mabel needed him too, so Stan climbed down the stairs, sat behind her, and hugged them both.

#GF #gravity falls #gift #collab #ford and mabel bonding #fanfiction #clownwry #sea grunks #angst #ANGST AND FLUFF

[redrosesartcabin]

Self indulgent series part 1

At home where everything seems fine

(Kenji x female reader, first perspective) (This story was originally written for me about me, which is why it’s called the self indulgent series. But because I’ve written so god damn much I decided to edit it a little, edit some things out as well etc and share some of it with you, I hope you’ll enjoy it!)

The horrors were over.

Where day after day, week after week we had to fight for our survival.

It was finally over.

Setting foot on land was a dream come true for us all, though it was also a heart wrenching goodbye as we went off home.

We had longed for home for so long, but we had also found a family in our new friends.

I especially felt that Kenji took the goodbye hard. Maybe even the hardest.

After all this time I knew all too well, that despite all the wealth he has, despite all the things he owns and the comfort he enjoys in life, there was no family he was going home to.

He was an only child with no known mother in the picture and an absent father. It tore me apart as I had to release him from the tight hug he had me in. It was the kind of hug that begged you to never let go. But I had to. My family was waiting. I had that luck.

I turned around with pain in my heart for him but the utmost joy as I saw my parents and siblings with tears in their eyes, seeing their long-lost daughter and sister alive and well.

I felt infinite warmth as they brought me into their embrace and we finally went home.

 Before going home, we had told each other’s socials (none of us remembered our phone number after all that time) so we would stay in touch.

In the beginning we would talk to each other every day whenever possible for us. We all had a hard time especially when it came to getting into daily school life again, since we had to start over with the grade we had already started and thus weren’t with our old friends again, who had on top of that moved on as they had thought we had died and thus it was hard to reconnect.

Luckily, we all somehow found new connections again (many people took pity in us for what we had lived through) and we could move on.

As we did, so did our chatting.

No: of course, we didn’t lose contact. We were all a second family to each other and there was no way in hell we’d ever be able to live without each other ever again. Not after what we’ve been through.

We however lost the need to tell each other every little thing and could live on our own. Much like when a child moves out from their parent’s house. The child is used to seeing their parent every single day so the parents (if they are good parents that is) will feel the need that the child writes them every day and the child will feel the need to write and connect every day. But as they learn to be independent, they will lose their need to be connected to their parent and the parents will start trusting the child and not need them to write every day or all the time.

That was the case with us all: Except when it came to Kenji and me.

 As unbelievable as it would’ve seemed in the past, we both became best friends. We would send each other stupid memes and laugh about animal videos and Tiktok or vine compilations on Youtube, or, on the other hand of the spectrum, we’d talk through the nightmares we sometimes had about what we lived through and the permanent trauma our time in Jurassic World had caused us. Somehow, we felt the most comfortable talking to each other about that as well as laughing about the same things.

We seemed to have a similar psyche, despite him being extroverted whilst I was introverted and him acting like a jerk to appear cool, whilst I would often refrain from talking and try to appear cold so people wouldn’t know who I was.

But on the insight, when you’d look past that outer shell, it turns out we are very similar people with very similar views. Kind of an opposites attract thing where we both had qualities that we both could benefit from and grow together as a person whilst holding the same principals and morals.

Though quicker than I could blink, that opposites attract thing turned into a huge, massive, enormous, gigantic crush.

 I should’ve known that this would happen. Right after I figured it out for myself, I just had to groan. I had always found him very pretty, though I would’ve never admitted that: He had enough of an ego, I didn’t need to feed into that act any more than necessary.

During our adventurous time on the dino-island, I hadn’t had too much time to think about my own feelings. But now that I was safe again in my comfortable home, I had finally realized my dreaded crush.

I didn’t dread it, because it was him. I didn’t even dread it too much because we didn’t live in the same place (though that was quite annoying too). I dreaded it mostly, because of the simple fact that I probably wasn’t his type. And I hated that my first deep friendship with a boy had turned my head upside down after all. But he was just too beautiful not to crush on.

Or maybe I was even in love.

And so, I kept on dreading it, until one crazy day.

 I was exiting my school around lunch time on Friday, idly chatting with a bunch of my newfound friends, when I detected a helicopter on the schoolyard.

“No way”, I whispered

“Might that be your little rich boyfriend?”, one of my girl friends asked me teasingly

“Oh shut it”, I gave her a jab in the side but had to giggle nonetheless.

And indeed, it was him. I mean: What other person would make such a grand arrival on a schoolyard?

Kenji had seemed to have detected me and got out of the helicopter.

“Y/Nnnnnnn”, Kenji yelled, stretching my name as he did

“Kenji!”, I screamed back and ran into his arms he opened wide for a loving embrace.

I didn’t care that everyone was looking or that they thought we both were lovers and that this might be a tad bit embarrassing and overboard: I had missed him too much to give a damn.

“Kenj’ my dude, what are you doing here?”, I asked, getting out of our embrace to take a good look at him. He was well dressed and styled as always.

“Sightseeing”, he answered with a sarcastic undertone which made me raise an eyebrow (I of course knew why he was here, it was a rhetorical question), “…Visiting you of course”, he explained anyways, “can’t I miss my best friend?”, he asked and I could feel my cheeks grow red.

Yes… best friend.

“Of course,”, I smiled back, “I missed you too, ya dingus. Though why did you come with the helicopter? Don’t you think it’s a little…much?”

“Well first of all: No, never. Secondly: It’s faster to fly here with the heli, and thirdly: I talked to your parents and they agreed you can come to my crib for the weekend”

“Really? You’re not messing with me?!”

“I swear”, he said, lifting his hand to make the swearing sign to show his uncrossed fingers, “and if you still don’t believe me you can just check your phone”, he added as he had pledged is truthfulness.

I tucked it out of my backpack and there it was: A message from my mom wishing me a good time over at Kenji’s. Plus informing me she had packed me a little luggage that Kenji already had in his helicopter. I wrote her thanks and a heart before facing Kenji again with a content smile.

“Ok then: What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”, I laughed, “Later you guys!”, I turned around to my friends who were giving me cheeky smiles and a thumbs up.

 The flight lasted three hours in total. Though it felt like no time at all as Kenji and I caught up on things. And even when we were done with that, we found a way to talk about anything and nothing at all or sometimes even just sit there in a comfortable silence and looking out of the window. I had never flown in a helicopter and was in constant awe of it all. Kenji had made a little bit fun of that and called it “cute” which however made me fluster more than anything else. Him calling anything I do cute just made the butterflies in my stomach swirl like crazy.

 We arrived on top of a huge roof that had a designated helicopter landing spot.

“Wow damn. Your house really is big!”

“Y/N: That’s the helicopter Garage”

“WHAT”

As we got out a tall man in a black suit, who carried my luggage, accompanied us through a trap door on the ground down to a huge hall with several helicopters in different colors and sizes.

My mouth was wide agape as I looked at it all.

“And where in the ever-loving f*ck is your real house then?”, I asked

“We are gonna be brought there by the limo in a sec”, he explained as casually as someone saying they were going grocery shopping.

Though that was probably more unusual for anyone in his family than it was for me to drive in a limousine.

 We got out of the garage and waited on a small patio. Only a couple of seconds after we had exited, surely enough, a pitch black, perfectly cleaned limo appeared. A chauffeur exited the driver side opening the door, way in the back, “welcome Sir Kenji and Madame. Please enter”, he said in a very British accent and motioned us to get into the car.

“Wow” is all I could say at first but then could muster up a “thank you” without sounding too flabbergasted.

 The drive from the helicopter Garage to the actual house (if you could call it that) was only a couple of minutes, but boy what a couple of minutes!

I was looking out of the window yet again. This time I was looking at a huge, very well groomed, garden. It had huge rose bushes, ponds with statues spewing water, a maze… just like you’d imagine the garden of a king to look like.

“Kenji: This is batshit insane. You live in a freaking palace!”, I exclaimed.

“Well: Did you think I was exaggerating when I said I was filthy rich?”

“Yes! Kinda!”, I answered, feeling my voice heighten, still not being able to process the sight before me, “it’s hard to believe that people can live like that”.

At that he just laughed, and we kept on just enjoying our company in silence.

 And finally, we truly arrived.

We were let out again by the chauffeur. As I exited, I noticed a red carpet being rolled out in front of me.

I turned to Kenji arching an eyebrow at him.

“A red carpet? Really?”

“What? I just wanted the lady to feel welcome”, he grinned, and I couldn’t but laugh and feel my cheeks redden again.

I everted my eyes from his, because of how flustered I got, but mostly to look at the house… or well: Mansion.

It was a very modern construction. Mostly white and looking futuristic. It was the kind of construction you’d expect a man, owning one or the other huge corporation, to have.

It was almost a disappointing contrast to the old seeming garden, but it was impressive nonetheless. I felt like I had jumped forward in time to the year 2030 or something.

After analyzing the mansion for a bit, we walked towards the dark gray double door that was opened by what seemed to be a sort of butler.

I was now faced with the entrance hall. It was all paved with a grave shiny stone and had a big, golden chandelier on the exaggeratedly high ceiling. In the back of the hall were two gray stairways going up to the left and right with glass barriers. On the front were clothe holders made of ebony wood and hanging hooks made out of fine steel.

“If this visit gets anymore incredible, I’m gonna faint”, I whispered

“Please don’t, ‘cause it will get better, but I’m glad you like it”, he whispered back, and I giggled like a little schoolgirl.

 Honestly, I could go on and on about everything he showed me in that building, but that would probably be twenty pages long, so I’m going to summarize with bullet points:

 ·      The west wing, like in Beauty and the Beast, is off limits: Except it’s because Kenji’s father was working there and harboring some kinda lab or something. A little shady if you ask me but I didn’t further question that

·      The east wing is full of fun rooms: A swimming pool room, a swimming pool patio outside together with a Shakuzi, a small private cinema room and of course, deep down in the cellar (at least he calls it that, for me it feels more like a casino), the bowling alley.

We spent the most time there, playing round after round where I didn’t let him win. Funny enough (though not the haha kind of funny) he almost cried tears of joy as he lost against me

·      The middle part, one could say, had the entrance hall, the kitchen, as well as the living room that had a ginormous couch and a huge 3D Tv with a Nintendo, Xbox and the newest Playstation. We played a couple of games in which I always lost because my parents never allowed me to have a gaming console and thus I was a bit inexperienced with most of the games, except in the case of U-sing: I played that with my ex best friend from primary school when we were little, plus I have a good voice whilst Kenji, well… he could work on his vocals. We however had fun either way.

·      And the third segment is the upper rooms with three bathrooms (one of which was Kenji’s), a spa room, a sauna and the bedrooms (that were strangely far apart from each other. A very bad gut feeling told me, that was on purpose).

 As we arrived in Kenji’s room, I already saw my small red suitcase laying on the white, very comfortable looking carpet. It was one of those carpets with the long white fur like texture. I sometimes wondered what hid amongst the long fur, but knew in Kenji’s case, this room was kept squeaky clean by his father’s staff so I wouldn’t have to worry about that.

‘The guy cares a little I guess’, I thought as my thoughts wandered to Kenji’s father.

 Kenji’s room itself indicated no personality at all. It was extremely odd. It looked like it came right out of a magazine. It had a big bed (usually such a bed a married couple in their 40’s would have), a white, of course, big wardrobe, a black colored dresser with a less impressive, yet still pretty modern Tv and another small dresser beside the bed, that had a very boring looking nighttime lamp on it where you could regulate the light by tapping on the bottom part. And a couple of steps away, parallel to the entrance door, was a big glass wall with an integrated door which led to a wooden balcony that had a small table, two chairs and a sun-umbrella.

‘Or maybe’, I continued the thought from before, ‘he simply cares about his son’s image’.

 “Nice room”, I said, so it wouldn’t seem suspicious that I wasn’t as exited this time about what I saw. But I hate hiding the truth and when I try doing what I hate, I don’t come off as a good liar. So, one can imagine: He noticed my hesitation.

“Is something wrong y/n?”, he asked, genuinely concerned, “is there something in here you don’t like? I can remove-“

“No”, I interrupted him, “there is nothing wrong with it. That’s just the thing: It’s immaculate”

“And why is that… bad?”, he asked a bit confused. Not angry confused, but just plain old confused. I felt sorry for him: I simply just think too deeply about things sometimes.

“It’s not bad”, I answered, “I’d just say its extremely weird: Don’t you have any posters you wanna hang up? Or pictures? Photographies of memories with your friends? Books or magazines you like to have at your bedside? It’s just: You have so much personality, I sometimes fear you’ll implode if you fail to show it even for a second. I can’t imagine that you don’t want to decorate your room in any way at all”

“But what if I do?”, Kenji asked, though his confused expression had turned into a cold glare that made me wish he would look confused again. I felt a lump built in my throat and my heart race in fear. Not because I was scared of him: But more so of what he was trying to hide by pretending.

“Kenji”, I said softly, letting a concerned frown adorn my face, “it’s ok. I’m your best friend. You can talk to me about it. And before you ask: I know what this is all about as much as you know that I know. But I won’t say it because at the end of the day, it’s your choice, but just know: I’m there for you, I won’t judge”

There was a moment of deafening silence as Kenji seemed to contemplate whether he should react defensive and angry, that I brought it up, or tell the truth.

I was glad when I could visibly see his guard drop as he looked at me with saddened eyes.

It was heartbreaking, but I’d rather have that than a stupid fight. I’d rather have that, than him being arrogant and prideful, trying to push me away as he had in the very beginning in Jurassic World.

He sat down on his bed, and I right beside him, looking at him concerned as he stared on the floor.

“You’re right: It is because of my father.”, he began, “You see: He wants me to become like him. Keep the business going. I’m like the first born to a king. And so, he decided there was no room for me to be too much of an individual at some point. He wanted not only the house to always look presentable in case one of his strange buddies appeared, but also for me to start being presentable. It only got worse after I failed algebra. He pushed the role of being him more.

My father might not be the worst: He does gift me a lot of things, makes sure my room is clean and that I get transported to whatever place I want with whatever vehicle I want and buys me whatever I desire. But it’s a disguise, you see? Trying to cover up that I’m just a trophy. Just the predecessor. He wants me to favor and admire him so that I will be him one day. He doesn’t care about me like a dad cares about his son. We are no family”, his voice got quiet as he tried hiding his tears. I said nothing and decided to just embrace him. I felt him become weak in my arms and sob so touchingly, I almost cried with him.

 A few minutes passed before his crying became hiccups and eventually quieted down.

“I’m sorry”, I murmured, “I shouldn’t have brought this up”

“No”, he answered, his voice still veiled in a layer of sadness, “it felt good. I haven’t cried like this in years. Thank you”

“You’re welcome”, I softly spoke back. I was glad he had relieved himself of that sadness he had seemed to hold in. I also immediately felt that this had also been the thing to finally have us come closer.

 After that, we figured we watch something lighthearted to cheer us up again.

It was a rom com called ‘L.A. story’ we both found very amusing.

Though at some point, as the love story came to its highpoint, I noticed my mind drifting away into a side space in my brain, where suddenly the main characters were him and me.

 My cheeks reddened for the third time that day (I almost feared he’d think I got a fever) and I could swear I felt his hand in mine… wait.

Was that real?

My gaze travelled from the screen to my hand and really: His hand was in mine.

Was that an accident or intentional?

‘Screw it! It’s now or never’, I thought as I felt daring for once.

I inched closer and leaned onto his shoulder. My heart was racing a hundred miles per hour it seemed as I waited for what his reaction would be. At first, he got stiff, but then everything happened at once and it happened fast. He lifted his head to look at me and I looked back into his deep, dark brown eyes and in one motion he leaned in and… kissed me.

At first, I couldn’t believe it, I was frozen in place, but soon enough before it could get awkward for him, I leaned in as well. Though I decided to just stay put and let my lips feel his carefully: It was my first kiss after all, I didn’t want to ruin it by getting sloppy.

We staid like that for a couple of seconds before deciding to part.

 “You like me too?”, is the first thing I asked, amazed by what just happened.

“What are you talking about? I’ve liked you since I saw you! You are the one who likes me too”, he answered. My eyes first widened but then I couldn’t but laugh out loud.

“And I always thought I wasn’t your type”, I admitted flustered at his words.

“Really? You are a pretty, talented girl with a super nice personality and you didn’t think you were my type?”

“I mean, I always assumed you’d be more into the mermaid type”, at that he raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh with a single laugh

“You are mermaid enough for me y/n”, he said, cupping my face with his right hand, putting a hair strand behind my right ear, “you are better, even”

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[prettyyboyspence]

World’s Best Dad

Warnings: fluff, swearing 

Word Count: 2.3k

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Spencer Reid loved his job. Going out on cases and catching bad guys. It’s what he did best.

But when Spencer Reid met you, things changed.

He wanted to be there for you. He held back and was more careful. He thought through his decisions before he made them and then made the safest decision possible. All so he could come back home to you.

He wanted you to be in his life forever, which is why he married you two years ago. Married life has been great for the two of you and you both have never been happier.

Except for the day you told Spencer you were pregnant. That was, as of right now, the happiest day of your life.

“Hey, I’m home,” Spencer said as he walked into the apartment.

“Hi, baby, how was your case? Catch the bad guy?” You said with a teasing voice as you stirred the spaghetti you were making the two of you for dinner.

“It was alright,” he sighed as he took a seat at the kitchen table and set his head in his hands.

You frowned at him as you looked over, “was it kids?” Cases about kids always made the whole team in a gloomy mood. It’s never nice when kids are being taken from their homes and possibly killed.

He nodded, staying quiet. He had nothing to say. He really didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, I got you a present, today, while I was out. The bag on the table. I saw it and it made me think of you.”

He looked up at you but you kept your back to him to hide your smile. He grabs the Target bag and pulls it towards himself, taking out the box.

You spun around when his attention was fully on the present and smiled at him. He opened the box and pulled out his new mug.

“It’s a coffee mug, y/n.” He said, unimpressed, as he looked at you.

“Turn it around. Read it, babe,” you said with a smile.

He spun the mug around and read it. And then read it again.

World’s best dad.

“I— world's best dad? Are you— are we… pregnant?” He said as he slowly got up from his seat, a smile was creeping onto his face.

You put your hand over your stomach with a smile, “I went to the doctor yesterday, I’m six weeks pregnant.”

“Oh my god!” He said with a laugh as he ran up and gave you a hug. “Oh my god! We’re gonna have a kid! A real child! Oh my god, I’m gonna be a dad.” He picked you up and spun you around as you held him tight.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you said and kissed the top of his head.

That almost seven months ago. Now you look like you’re about to pop. Spencer didn’t wanna go on cases now, not when you could go into labor at any minute. But your due date was in two weeks, he had time.

As Spencer walks onto the jet and takes a seat, he pulls out his phone to call you. He always calls when he steps on and off the jet, to let you know he’s safe and to check up on you.

“Hello, my love, how are you?” You answer the phone. He can hear the smile on your face.

“I’m good, getting back on the jet now. How are you? How’s the baby?”

“Me and the little peanut are fine. We are having dino nuggets for dinner,” you say as you pull the chicken nuggets out of the oven.

“Dino nuggets?” Spencer asks with a laugh.

“Yes, stop judging me. I’m carrying your child and I want dino nuggets, leave me be!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Thank you for carrying my child and feeding him or her dino nuggets.” Spencer says causing the rest of the team to laugh, overhearing his conversation.

The BAU loves seeing you two together and there is no group of people happier that you guys are having a child. They love Spencer, he has always been the baby of the BAU and they’ve always been a little extra protective over him.

They were skeptical when Spencer first told them about you. They didn’t want anyone to hurt him. But when they met you, they knew that you two would get married and be together forever. You were absolutely perfect for him. You listen to his random genius rants and actually ask questions instead of dismissing him. He trusted you and that was enough for the rest of the team to trust you too.

Also, you brought a nice bottle of wine.

“Thank you for this judgment-free zo— uh oh.”

“Uh oh? What’s uh oh?” Spencer says into the phone, holding the attention of his teammates.

“Uhh, how long did you say it would be until you got home?” You say with a soft voice. Spencer can tell something is wrong.

“Y/n, I’ll be home in like two hours probably. Now, what’s uh oh?”

“My water just broke.”

Spencer's jaw dropped as he froze, “wha- what do you mean? I’m not home. What do you mean your water broke?”

The rest of the team gives Spencer a shocked face as Hotch gets up and walks towards the front of the jet. Probably to tell the pilot that he needs to go as fast as fucking possible.

“I thought you were a genius, Spence. I mean my water broke. I mean I’m about to have a fucking child and you’re in the middle of the air two goddamn hours away.” At this point, you are slightly panicking.

You and Spencer had talked about this moment. How he would drive you to the hospital while holding your hand through the contractions. But he wasn’t here. He couldn’t drive you. You’re on your own for now.

“Okay, alright. Calm down. It’s gonna be fine,” Spencer says even though he is also panicking. “Just stay on the phone with me, baby, okay?”

He takes his head away from the phone for a second, “JJ, can you call an ambulance to my house, please? And can someone tell Garcia? She’s the only one in DC.”

JJ nods and Derek says he’ll take care of Penelope.

“Okay, love. JJ is calling you an ambulance and Derek is calling Penelope, she’ll meet you at the hospital, okay? I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Spencer. Oh, god. Ow! Fuck, I think I’m having a contraction. Wow, this hurts like a mother fucker,” you curse as you walk back to your shared bedroom and start grabbing some clothes. You figure you could be in the hospital for a few days so some clothes wouldn’t hurt. You throw Spencer an extra outfit in too just in case.

“Okay, you’re okay. I know it hurts but you’ll be okay.” Spencer coos into the phone. He hates this. There is nothing he can do, he can’t take your pain away, he can’t even hold your hand through it.

You have two more contractions before the ambulance gets to your house. They’re 8 minutes apart, Spencer timed them and made you tell the paramedics.

You eventually hang up the phone with your beloved husband and get into the ambulance. When you’re on route to the hospital he texts you to let you know Garcia is there and waiting for you. It calms you down to know you’ll at least have someone there that you know to hold your hand.

When Spencer finally gets to the hospital you are only 7 centimeters dilated and you are mid contraction.

“Y/n! Hi!” He says running into the room to see Garcia holding your hand as you scream in pain, “I’m here, baby,” he rushes to your bed and grabs your hand which you immediately squeeze.

“You! You did this to me, you bitch!” You groan out in pain, “holy fuck, ow!” It causes the other nurses to laugh as you blame your husband for your pain but it only causes him to frown.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Spencer says as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “But we’re gonna be parents baby,” he grins.

“Yeah, you can smile because you don’t have to push a watermelon-sized baby out of you!”

“Well actually, babies are often compared to—“

“If you finish that sentence, Spencer Reid, I’m going to kill you and this baby will be an orphan because I’ll be in jail and you’ll be dead!”

This continues for another 3 centimeters until you are fully dilated and ready to push. Spencer really is the best husband, even if you keep yelling at him. He holds your hand the entire time, through every contraction. He keeps telling you that he’s so lucky to have you and how you are going to be the best mom in the entire world. You would not have been able to do this without him.

Spencer runs out into the waiting room to see his whole team sitting there. They all look up at him with questioning faces. Is everything okay? Did you have the baby?

“It’s a boy!” Spencer cries, “I have a son!”

Everyone cheers as they pull him into hugs and kiss the top of his head.

“When do we get to meet the little bugger?” Derek asks the new father.

“Now, if you want,” he answers.

“Of course, we want. I can’t believe our boy wonder is a father.” Garcia squeals as she pulls him into another hug.

Spencer grins as he leads the team down the hallway and into your room. You look up at them with tired, yet happy, eyes. They all smile at you and the little baby in your arms.

Your husband reclaims his spot right next to your bed as he looks down at you with a smile and takes his son out of your arms.

“Guys,” Spencer starts, “meet Atticus Morgan Reid.”

Derek gasps as he hears the middle name. He looks between you and Spencer with a grin, “are you guys serious?”

You both nod, “of course we are,” you say.

Derek Morgan was practically Spencer's older brother and since you had met him you felt the same way. You knew he would do anything for either of you and although they just met, he would also do anything to protect your baby. Derek Morgan was an amazing person and definitely a good person to name your child after.

The entire team takes their turn holding Atticus and telling you and Spencer how cute he is. You both can’t help but agree because he is the cutest baby either of you has ever seen.

Atticus is in JJ’s arms as he begins to cry. Spencer gasps, clearly scared, as he looks at you.

“What- what do we do?” He asks you, concerned for his son.

“Give him to me, Spence,” you chuckle as you watch your husband take your son from his best friend and hand him to you.

“We’ll leave you be,” Emily says as she drags the rest of the team out of your hospital room.

You hold Atticus, cradling his head, as you look up at Spencer. “See, baby,” you say to your husband as you begin to rock your son and his cries calm down, “you just gotta stay calm and he’ll stay calm.”

He takes a seat next to you on your bed, “I can’t believe we’re parents. I’m a dad.”

“You’re a dad, baby. You’re gonna be a great dad, okay, Spence? Worlds best.”

He nods, “yeah. Yeah. And you’re gonna be a great mom.”

“We are going to be great parents to this little peanut,” you say as you look down at your now, sleeping son.

He hasn’t been crying a lot and when he does he's easy to calm down and you’re grateful for it. You know Spencer is worried about being a dad. His dad never taught him how to be one, she has no idea how to be there for him.

But, honestly, neither do you. No one is taught how to be a parent, it’s just something you learn along the way. And if Spencer is good at anything, it’s learning.

He takes Atticus into his arms and lays him down in the crib the hospital brought into your room. He smiles down at the little guy before pressing a kiss to his forehead and whispering a “goodnight, buddy.”

You hold your arms out for him to come to your bed. When he turns around and sees you he smiles as he takes a seat back in your bed and lays down with you.

You turn towards him and lay your head on his chest, “I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you, too.” He says with a kiss on your head as you both fall asleep from a very exhausting day.

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have a one night stand

a/n: wow it has been TOO LONG. I was perusing my request inbox and honestly this one seemed so fun I couldn’t resist. These are just my opinions, so take it easy on me! GIF is from yunchanpai. ALSO I added some spice so 18+ !!!

xx, Lex 

[MASTERLIST] [MTL’S]

most  s.coups vernon mingyu the8 jun hoshi woozi wonwoo jeonghan dk dino seungkwan joshua  least

s.coups // “You’re body is stunning... I won’t miss an inch” - In regards to daddy coups taking the number one spot, I attribute my choice to maturity— he oozes a sensual coolness that gives me the impression that he could definitely handle a one night stand, but this is not saying that there wouldn’t be regret with some cases.  He would treat the people he sleeps with a disgusting amount of romanticism (fuck yes), lots of body worship, which definitely leaves you both wanting more. This being said, I feel that a lot of one night stands with this man could lead to a possible relationship, but on the other hand I think he wouldn’t necessarily bat an eyelash at one night in bed. 

mingyu // “...just like that” - Similarly to coups, I feel like Mingyu just oozes maturity. He definitely doesn’t make one night stands a habit, but I believe he doesn’t have a problem with them.  He also seems like the man that can flip the switch— he’d want to take care of anyone who he’s with in that particular moment, but when they’re gone, I feel like he could detach more easily than the other members. In terms of during the one night stand, I would not be surprised if Mingyu has a thing for bondage. I can just picture him asking his partner if he could use silk ribbons to tie them down... Possible degradation included? 

vernon // “you look beautiful baby” - I can see Hansol being very open to one night stands. If anyone confronted him about it, he’d just shrug his shoulders and carry himself with the “I don’t give a shit” attitude. A couple years ago, however, I would’ve put Hansol significantly lower on the list. Me and an old friend always theorized how we believed he could’ve went through some significant heartbreak or trauma somewhere around the Boom Boom era, and turned into a sex god after. Vernon, to the outside eye, can seem stoic at times, but this boy definitely has a big heart, and I think he just wants to spread love in all the ways he can. Lots of body worship with him! 

minghao // “turn around for me” - Minghao is rather nimble and flexible, and I can see these particular skills as motivation to get into the bedroom. I think he likes the challenge of having sex with another person, and loves to please his partner as much as humanly possible. Similarly to the other “higher ranked” members, Minghao ALSO has a maturity about him, and definitely has the “I don’t give a shit what you think of me” attitude. Additionally, I don’t think Minghao would be embarrassed to ask his one night stands personal sex questions, or have the fear of telling them to try new positions with him. Things in the bedroom with this boy would always be exciting, and you’ll definitely end up sore the next day if you end up spending the night with Minghao. 

junhui // “call me daddy, sweetheart” - as we are all aware of, jun does not shy away from pleasure. This being said, I believe he does not shy away from the one night stand scene; however, as greasy as this boy can be, he is also just as much a big softie with a tender heart. So as much as he’d be interested in delving into some extra pleasure on the side, I also see him wanting to form stronger bonds before the deed is done. After having sex in general, I can see him being a big, big cuddler, but don’t let this fool you, he definitely wants you to call him daddy while he destroys you.

hoshi // “you feel so good pretty girl” - soonyoung definitely is not against the one night stand way of life, but similarly to jun, I can see him wanting to form some bonds beforehand. With most situations, I feel like soonyoung would want a label on the relationship before any sex is to be had, however, I do see him every once in awhile having a one night stand to scratch his itch. With Soonyoung, it’s a toss up— he’s either going to have regrets in the morning, or he's just going to try to forget the person he brought home and did sinful things to just for one night. Big into pet names.

woozi // “...fuck” - jihoon no doubt lacks experience in comparison to the other members of seventeen, but just because he might not have as much experience, I really don’t think he’d be against participating in the one night stand scene. He’s mature and can emotionally handle being with a partner for just one evening; however, I don’t think this would be his first choice. I think Jihoon would prefer to have those emotional connections to his partner before he takes it to the physical level. Very quiet during sex. Heavy breathing/panting from this guy. 

wonwoo// “you feel so good around me” - I know, basically for a fact, that Wonwoo WILL fuck you good. He’s the perfect mix of sweet and dangerous in the bedroom. But when it comes to one night stands, I think our boy would tend to shy away from them. Wonwoo strikes me as a person who can, and desires to, form really deep connections with others, so one night stands are not his forte. But somehow if you do manage to get him in bed with, whether that be a one night stand or after being in a relationship, it’s going to be GOOD. 

jeonghan // “faster, kitten” - Jeonghan would probably stray away from having a one night stand with anyone. I think he believes he’s “above” it for some reason, and only sticks to having sex with somebody he cares for. I don’t think it would take him long to have sex though, I just think he definitely needs some personal connection first. Jeonghan wants to learn your boundaries, he doesn’t want to dive headfirst into the unknown. Definitely leans toward being a sub. Likes when you’re on top. 

dk // “Is this okay? Do you like it?” - SO SHY! He’s a real cutie, and even though he’s rather outgoing and exuberant, I think Seokmin would be nervous to take someone he doesn’t know into bed with him. I also believe he’s a pretty vanilla partner, and definitely liked to stick to missionary so he can see your face. Wouldn’t mind hitting it from behind though. Is a little skittish with every move he makes, and will constantly be checking if you’re okay and if he’s pleasuring you like he should. 

chan // “... I like this” - I think Chan would be very similar to Seokmin in regards to having a one night stand. But for some reason, I have a feeling that as he grows up ( even more than he already has :’) )  and gets a taste for having sexual relations with another person without ties, he might climb my list. However, I’m placing him here for now. Definitely is very serious during sex. Likes to grip your waste really hard. 

seungkwan // “I’m so lucky to have you” - AWE. We all love Seungkwan, but he is not down for the one night stand scene. He can’t make himself do it. He might say he wants to have a one night stand, but will never actually go through with it. He’s definitely waiting for that one person to get intimate with. Also, I think the thought of random people seeing him naked doesn’t sit well with him. But so, so, so, so much praise! He’s so cute in bed.

joshua // “it’s you and me, forever” - Josh wants commitment. Period. He wasn’t dubbed Jisoos Christ for nothing. I love him, but no one night stands for my guy. He’s definitely searching for that emotional connection, and I will even go as far as to say that he has to love you before anything along the lines of sex happens. I don’t think he’ll hold off everything till marriage, though. He knows that you need to have a good physical connection with another person before leaping into life-long commitment. Very sweet in bed though. Vanilla. Sub.

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