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This moving arc is going crazy ngl. This season is really peak, JJK could never
I know you didn't even mean for this to be an ask but:
(Genshin Impact/GFL) How helpful Lisa, Eula, Noelle, Navia, Furina, Lumine, AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, and RPK-16 would be during your move
After fighting boxes and moving trucks for the last 6 straight days, this has been on my mind.
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(Lisa) "Oof, these boxes are going to kill my back tomorrow...!"
Lisa has experience carrying heavy books from her days studying in Sumeru and being a Librarian in Mondstadt.
But do you really think this beautiful woman is going to help you carry the seventeen boxes of glass kitchenware that you have no recollection of even owning?
Absolutely not.
That is too heavy, even for her.
But at the very least when the moving and unpacking is over, she will give and demand the very best cuddles to recover from the process.
Expect her to say that she was sore with helping you last night in an intentionally weird way to get a rise out of you and anyone in the vicinity.
Help Rating: 2/5, Call Lisa in for the love, not for physical labor.
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(Eula) "Good grief, how much dust is in here?!" ACHOO! "Ugh...! If this was some elaborate scheme just to hear me sneeze the entire time, I will enact terrible vengeance upon you!"
Quips of revenge aside, she is actually very helpful!
Eula can carry the boxes no problem, and makes sure to have the proper posture when doing so.
If she can swing her claymore around like they're nothing, then surely your belongings will be jut as trivial?
She is also extremely gentle putting down boxes that she knows is full of your stuff.
The only real negative thing you have to deal with is just her constant muttering if a box is giving her too much trouble.
Help Rating: 3/5, You now swear vengeance upon the boxes thanks to Eula saying it over and over
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(Noelle) "Please, allow me! I can have these put away in no time!"
The boxes will be hearing boss music upon Noelle's arrival.
For when there is a mess, Noelle is inevitable.
She somehow packs everything into the boxes into such an impossibly efficient manner, that you didn't know you could fit that much stuff into a small cardboard box.
Noelle also does it under a few hours without breaking a sweat.
The scary part is that she can go faster while keeping the same immaculate level of care if you give her a kiss on the cheek or praise her.
And it'll mean even more to her by the fact you're still helping her. It's the thought that counts!
Help Rating: You don't even need to be there/5
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(Navia) "Here, just tell me where these boxes are going in your new home. Packing? Hm, no need!"
You know what she does instead of packing herself?
She hires someone else to do it.
When it comes to more personal items, she'll gladly help you wrap it carefully and with love.
But all your furniture?
Yeah, no. That's what the hired help is for.
You and Navia will be directing people left and right where to place the furniture and boxes of your belongings without really needing to lift a finger yourself.
Help Rating: 5/5, the best help is the kind where someone else does the entire job for you.
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(Furina) "Oh, it is about time you come to me for aid, dearest! Allow me to help!"
In the wise words of Sergeant Johnson:
"Hmph, MY ASS!"
This woman didn't even unload her boxes when she moved into her apartment, what makes you think that she'd help you unload your stuff properly?
She may be an Archon but her arm strength and experience with moving is next to nothing.
Furina will act all cool and try to lift a box only for it to nearly collapse on her, or throw her out her back.
Her little familiars can't help with your boxes since you know, they're made of water.
But at least the pouting face she'll make will be cute. Kinda like Aqua, huh?
Help Rating: Just get Clorinde or Neuvillette, don't ask the blue gremlin/5
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(Lumine) "We really need to get you a teapot! Anyways, let's get to work!"
Lumine doesn't mind to help, and her arm strength despite her appearance is insane.
She'll be carrying 3-4 boxes like it's nothing, though she struggles to actually see anything in front of her.
Paimon helps as much as she can, so you get a 2 for 1 deal asking Lumine!
She's a little unused to moving furniture herself since Tubby and the Teapot took care of that for her own home, but she makes moving very fun!
Help Rating: 5+1/5, but Lumine will question your taste in decor.
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(AK-12) "Ah, moving dorms? Well, at least it's within the base and not too far.~"
Even though 12 is a combat android, she can only lift so much.
She might complain about the servos in her arms going haywire and that you'll need to fix them, but in reality she's just teasing just to get a rise out of you.
And despite her eyes being closed, she has better sense of her surroundings than you do, not once bumping into anything or hitting the doorframes.
Once its finished, 12 will just say that you 'owe her one' for helping with the move.
Help Rating: 3/5, it'd be higher but she's too damn smug about lifting more than you.
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(AN-94) "Moving assignment understood. Providing assistance."
94 is a little stiff about the moving process at first.
But as it progresses, she uncharacteristically gets distracted by the items you choose to keep and throw away.
She'll ask with a curious expression about why you're throwing away old but usable items, and 94 ends up learning a lot about you.
While the move itself is very normal, it ends up being a nice bonding experience for the two of you!
Help Rating: 4/5, very sweet
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(AK-15) "This weight is trivial. Please, stand aside for a moment."
15 is an absolute monster when it comes to the physical labor.
She will stack the heaviest boxes into one pile and carry it without even moving her hair.
15 helpfully moves any of the things you'd struggle with, all the while her expression doesn't really change.
She'd question why you'd thank her for simply doing her job, but it's something she'll appreciate with the slightest blush.
Help Rating: 5/5, she can probably lift you, me, and the boxes in one hand.
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(RPK-16) "Hm...I wonder if humanity were to go extinct right now, what would the new race think of finding your belongings?...Hah, your face! Don't mind me, just thinking aloud.~"
16 is not really that strong, but since she's an android, boxes aren't too bad of a gig for her.
After all, she lugs around an LMG.
Regardless, she helps you pack but be prepared to answer a LOT of questions on why you own the items you do.
Both out of genuine curiosity, and to annoy the shit out of you.
But hey, you'll at least get through the moving somewhat quickly thanks to her.
Help Rating: 3/5, Thanks to her, there's now a lot of weird cryptic questions floating through your mind. Such as if the bug that finds its way into the box knows that it had walked into its tomb?
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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years
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I just have to ask you for a few characters 👉👈 Porter Gage, Hancock, Raul, Charon and Gob ack don't call me out for my ghoul loving ass just getting showered in praise. I just feel the ghouls don't GET enough lovin', they are all wonderful, handsome and great men.
Porter Gage is the odd one out because I just love that raider man and been playing Nuka World recently-
Select FO Companions React to Sole/Lone/Six Giving them Praise
I'm back!! Oof, so I've officially finished moving and unpacking and all that junk, and I'm ready to get back to the important things lol. Alrighty, so just an update, I've decided to just get back to regular posting. I only had a few more for the 1k event to do, but I knew it would take another few days to get to if they were going to be any good 😅 So, I apologize if I didn't get to yours, but I'm SO thankful for all of you who participated, it was such a blast, and I hope to do more events like it in the future 😊
Anyways, now, let's get back to it! (Also, just one more reminder that requests are closed for the time being so I can catch up on the ones I have now, but I will let you know when they open back up!)
ALRIGHT, so now to the actual post. This is so sweet, omg! 😩 These guys all really do deserve more loving, like... Always. As usual, let me know if you wanna see anyone else for this at all! Cuz goodness knows there are plenty of Fallout folks that deserve to hear a compliment or two much more often.
Included Below: Charon, Gage, Gob, Hancock, Joshua, & Raul
Also, just a heads up, this isn't explicit, per say, but it does get kinda steamy in some places, so just a little NSFW warning for ya. 😉
I hope you enjoy!
Charon:
“Oh my god.” Lone’s mouth hung open as Charon stepped down the stairs and towards the living room. 
“What?” He paused his movement, brow scrunching more than usual as he looked down over himself to see if anything was amiss.
They only shook their head at first, finally managing to close their mouth to gulp before they began to answer him verbally. 
“Look, I know you just, like, just put on the armor and everything, but Charon, I think… I think you’re gonna have to take it off.” 
Lone’s eyes drifted hungirly over the ghoul’s large frame, the way the dark, freshly polished leather clung to his muscular form forcing a blushing heat to flush over their face. 
He only scoffed at them, continuing his descent into the room to drop his bag by the door. Lone stood up abruptly from their place on the couch and turned to face their partner with a hard expression on their face. 
“What? I’m not allowed to be attracted to my boyfriend?” Their hands came to their hips as their voice took on a distinct hardness that he was always trying to avoid. 
That’s never a good sign. Charon thought with a frown. 
“No need to act for my benefit.” He grumbled, “I’ve seen myself, Lone.” 
He tried not to notice the way his partner flinched at his words. 
They can’t be serious, what delusions do they think I’m under?
“Clearly not the way I have, then.” They said firmly as they took a step closer. Charon stood his ground as Lone approached him with slow intent, something unknown to him written in their expression. 
“Forget what I said,” they continued, “No need to take off your armor.” He set his jaw as they gazed up at him, their hands brushing up over the leather on his chest until their fingertips grazed the skin of his neck. 
“I’ll just do it for you.” They began to work at the fastenings of his armor, the metal buckles glinting in the low light that streamed through the meager windows of their Megaton house. 
“Lone…” 
“I want to show you. If you won’t listen to what I say, maybe what I do will have some influence on you.” Charon made no move to assist them as they began to pull the leather cuirass over his head, undoing the laces at his sides before reaching up as far as their arms would take them, the collar of the armor failing to come any further up than his jawline as they strained on their tiptoes. The ghoul sighed, ducking down to allow them to finally wrench the leather free of his bulky frame. 
They set the piece on the couch with a huff, and despite his reservations, Charon took a few steps closer to them, his icy stare boring into his partner as they turned and knelt alluringly before him, their hands grazing up over his thighs as they moved to his center. 
“Do you want this?” Lone brought their gaze up to him, fixing their partner with hooded eyes darkened with their lust for him, as their fingers rested delicately over his leather codpiece. Charon hardly had to think before responding hastily.
“Yes." He growled, "Show me.” 
A relieved smile touched their lips, and they quickly turned their attention back to their work below his waist. 
The ghoul's chest shuddered with anticipation as he felt the pressure release around his hips, fighting to hold back a groan as Lone meticulously removed each piece of polished leather he’d fastened onto himself not half an hour ago. When he was freed of his armor fully, standing before his partner in loose-fitting trousers and a black crew neck, Lone looked him over quickly from head to toe before descending upon him, delicate fingers moving hastily to pull his shirt from his sculpted torso. 
This time, Charon did assist, lifting his arms and practically ripping the thing at the seams as he brought it over his head. Despite both of their haste, once he was free of the shirt, Lone paused, the palms of their hands warm against his chest where they rested with their fingers splayed, grasping slightly at the taut skin there. Their hands rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing, noticeably faster than usual, as his anticipation grew. 
“You’re so handsome…” They let slip. It wasn’t more than a whisper, and Charon wasn’t sure whether they’d meant to say it aloud at all, but it escaped them nonetheless, as their transfixed stare grazed over his semi-bare form. 
Whether they meant to voice the compliment or not, their words took Charon out of the moment, his smoky gaze sharpening within the confines of his narrowed eyes. He even let out another snort of disbelief that managed to catch Lone’s attention and draw their gaze to meet his own.
“Sorry, I just… I do mean it though. Not everyone may feel similarly, including yourself, and I don’t know that I can ever really change that, but Charon… I see you that way. The way you can’t seem to.”
Lone’s voice became desperate as their gaze fell to capture the movement of their fingers fidgeting over his skin, the digits absent-mindedly tracing over the rough grooves upon his ravaged chest with absolute care.
“It’s no lie, either." They whispered, "Not me trying to convince you otherwise, or make you feel better– well, if it makes you feel good, that’s good, and I want that, but that’s not the only thing I’m trying to do by saying– or, by complimenting you, I want you to–”
“Lone.”
One of Charon’s large hands closed around his partner’s shoulder, forcing their restless hands to cease their frenzied rubbing over him, and silencing Lone’s fragmented explanations. 
Their eyes met his once more, glistening orbs of earnestness and desperation against cold, dark windows reflecting back their own form of desperation in turn. 
Enough. He meant to say, but the vault dweller’s stubbornness in this matter left him no room to voice his concerns with their speech. 
“Charon.” They said firmly, “Please don’t. Don’t shut out what I’m telling you. Even if you can never believe what I say for yourself, know that I believe it. I’m mad for you. All of you.” 
Their voice lowered an octave at their final confession, and Lone surged forward, their hands grasping forcefully at his shoulders, and pulling his lips to theirs as they tasted him in earnest. Charon meant to say their name again, but all that escaped him was a groan as they crashed against him, the firmness of their insistent pressure a stark contrast from the pillowy softness of their lips.
They pulled away breathlessly before quickly moving their lips lower, the smooth petals of their mouth tickling against the sensitive skin of his neck, his collarbone, and chest. 
“I’m mad for this.” They growled between fevered pecks, “And this, and here. All of it.”
Like the volts of a live wire, violent shudders shocked the ghoul’s spine as Lone’s lips and tongue delved lower, hastily passing over his ribcage, their nose tracing a teasing line down his center as they knelt down and settled their attentions just at his naval, hungry fingers finally releasing the pressure exerted on him by his own damned zipper, and the painfully tight fabric of his briefs.  
“I’ll show you, my love. I’ll convince you to see yourself like I do. Whatever it takes.” They promised, and Charon’s neck arched as his head hung back in sheer bliss at their next heated action. 
“Show me.” He groaned.
Gage:
“Will you cut that shit out? S’not funny, boss.”
“No, Gage. I really do. I know it’s not funny, I’m not fucking joking." Their eyes bore into his as they tilted their head towards him, their voice as desperate as it was irate, "I honestly don’t care about that patch, or how old you are, how bad you think you are, any of it. You’re good for me. You’re incredible. You're strong, and dependable, you make me smile and laugh, and–” 
“Yeah, alright, I think you’ve had enough of that.” 
One rough hand reached out to grab at the bottle in Sole’s hand, but they snatched it away before he could pull it from their grasp.
“Quit it, Gage! I’m your Overboss, and that’s an order. Now let me finish.”
Gage huffed and rolled his good eye, folding his arms over themselves gruffly as he leaned back against the worn couch cushions. Sole only shook their head, setting their bottle down on the side table and scooting closer to the raider. They placed a hand on his thigh and fixed him with an uncanny sort of look, depleted of their frustration with him, and full of something else entirely. Their muted smile and the gleam in their eyes made for an expression he’d only ever seen reserved for family members, for the closest of friends, or for… for lovers. His own eye narrowed suspiciously. 
I know we’re together ‘n all, but… When has anyone looked at me that way before?
Whatever, must be whatever’s in that drink of theirs. 
“Well, get on with it then, since you made such a fuckin’ fuss.” He growled. Sole only broadened their smile softly, their one hand increasing its pressure on his leg as they scooched even closer to him. Gage felt the heat of their body through the thin fabric of his trousers and wife-beater as they pressed closer to him, their free hand sliding up the swell of his chest to rest heavily on his shoulder as their lips met his in a brief kiss. 
Gage only had an instant to close his eye, to savor them, before they withdrew, just far enough that the pair's contact was severed, but close enough still, that he could make out the distinct and enticing glisten of their lips.
“You really don’t see it, do you?” 
“What’s that?” He breathed. 
“How much I care about you. How good you are for me. How attractive I find you. Even when I try to tell you.” 
Sole’s hand moved downward to brush over his chest, feeling the play of muscle beneath his thin shirt as he threw his head back in a barely contained scoff. 
“Yeah, alright there, Sole. Look, don’t feel like you’ve gotta say all this shit for my benefit. I’m a damn raider, I don’t need t’hear all that flowery, romantic sorta bullshit. I’m a sure thing, boss. I’m easy.” 
As if to emphasize his point, one hand moved lower to grasp around the swell of Sole's hip firmly, pulling them closer, even as their expression hardened.
“You shouldn’t be.” They said firmly, their hand stilling over him. 
Gage’s brow creased low over his eye as Sole pulled away from him roughly. 
“You deserve a lot more than you give yourself credit for," they continued, "I don’t care what you think. You gave me a chance when no one else would. You've always got my back, you support me like nobody else has, and dammit, you deserve that same kind of dedication, Gage.” 
His eye widened at their words, and the raider found himself at a loss for any kind of response. 
I’m really not used to this kinda shit. What am I supposed to say to that? 
Sole sighed at him, a sad smile touching their lips as they hesitantly reached both hands up to his face. Gage had to stop himself from flinching at their tender touch, but they held fast, palms warm against his cheeks as their eyes pleaded with him to just fucking believe what they told him.
Gage swallowed.
Slowly, their hands moved, and their fingers worked their way to the metal secured to his head, fidgeting with the fastenings there until he felt the entire piece loosen and give way. 
“Sole, I don’t think–” He tried, but they silenced him with a look and a whisper. 
“It’s okay. I want to see you.” 
Gage took in a breath. 
No. You don’t.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” 
He shook his head slightly, and Sole finally pulled the patch from his skin, and set it on the couch beside them. Gage’s jaw clenched as he flinched away, and his gaze flitted to everywhere but Sole, unnervingly afraid to see the repulsion on their face.
He felt their hands on him again, the soft skin caressing his cheeks, and he fought the urge to pull away as his heart increased its thumping in his chest. Gage closed his good eye, trying to turn his marred face away from his partner’s scrutinizing gaze, but their hands held his head firmly in place. 
A brief moment of silence passed before Gage found himself jerking away involuntarily as the feeling of Sole’s… lips? He guessed, ghosted over the scarred flesh of his newly uncovered cheekbone. 
“I meant what I said.” Their warm breath caressed his face as they spoke. “It’s not bullshit, and it’s not a lie.” 
He released a sigh as he opened his good eye once again, the resistance and disbelief effectively gone from his exposed expression, if only just for this moment. 
“I really do, Gage. I love you. And I love all of you.”
Gob:
“What do you mean?” 
Gob paused, Lone’s voice clearly meeting his ears as he stepped outside the back door of Moriarty’s Saloon with two heavy trash bags in hand. 
“Look hon, I’m not trying to be rude or anything, I’m just curious, that’s all.” The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume drifted through the ghoul’s meager nose, even from where he stood behind the building, he knew it was Nova that Lone was speaking with.
Something in his head told him he should go out to greet them, but a gut feeling held him back, keeping him in place as he slowly set down the garbage bags and continued to listen in. 
“It’s just that, well, Gob an’ me have been real close for a long time,” Nova’s silky voice continued, “An’ I’ve met lotsa folks you couldn't believe. Look at him like he’s some kinda novelty or somethin’, like the scumbags who look at me like a juicy slice of brahmin. I just wanna be sure you ain’t one of ‘em.” 
The ghoul’s eyes widened as he listened in, his grip tightening on the metal jutting from the side of the building as he awaited Lone’s response. 
Do I even really wanna hear it? A small voice asked in the back of his mind, but he pushed it away, instead leaning forward to hear what his partner had to say. 
“You really think I could be like that?” Panic tightened their voice as it left their throat, less accusatory, and more fraught with worry than he would’ve expected. “Gob doesn’t think that way, does he?” 
“No.” He whispered, shaking his head despite the fact that he was as good as alone on this side of the saloon. 
“Nah, I don’t think so. Gob would never see the bad in you. That’s what he’s gotta have me for. Too many people try to take advantage of the poor guy. Like he hasn’t been through enough.”  
He smiled sadly at that, silently thanking whoever it was in charge of his fate that he met Nova. Without her, well… Moriarty’s would’ve been all the more unbearable. He's not sure he would've made it this far without her, and now, if he didn't have Lone, if he somehow lost them...
Don't wanna even think about that. Maybe I should stop listenin' in, in case... What if they--
“I know.” Lone said, almost too quiet for him to hear, but loud enough to pull him from his troubling thoughts, “It’s true. Everything Gob’s been through… That’s one of the things that drew me to him from the start. All that Moriarty’s done to be cruel, to make his life hell, and he’s still so kind, so sweet and genuine.” 
“Hm.” He heard his friend hum with approval at Lone’s declaration, and something tightened deep in Gob’s chest. 
He held his breath as his partner's voice carried on.
“And so incredibly strong, to persevere through all of this, all that he’s been through for his long life, with Underworld, leaving it all behind and then coming to this, only to end up here. Still, selfish as it is, I'm glad he is here now. If I hadn't met him, I don't..."
Gob heard them chuckle, more a nervous sound then an amused one.
"I really don't want to think what it'd be like if I didn't have him, y'know? He really is incredible. One-of-a-kind out here, and in the vault. I’ve never met anyone like him.”
“You’re smiling real big when you talk about him, you know that?” 
Gob grinned himself as he heard Lone’s giggle echo down into the town, the lovely sound fading with a sigh from them and a moment of silence that had Gob leaning in even further, very nearly exposing his hiding spot to the pair as his anticipation grew. 
“... Well, what can I say? I love him.” 
Gob's breath caught in his throat, and he tried desperately to keep from choking as his grip on the side of the building tightened painfully, his bony fingers digging into the metal with such force, he was liable to bend it.
Nova whistled long and low at that, the butt of her cigarette flying off the balcony as she turned to face Lone, and Gob shifted hastily back against the building once more, hoping he was still concealed. 
“That’s quite the declaration there, hon. You tell him that?” 
“Well, no, not quite… But I plan to, and soon, I think.”
“Hm. Just be careful. Dangerous thing to tell a man.” The door to the saloon creaked open as the sound of Nova’s voice shifted, “Though actually, since it’s Gob, I take it back. Lord knows he needs to hear that more than most. And from you? Poor guy won’t know what to do with himself.” 
Lone laughed again, more genuine this time, less embarrassed, and Gob’s heart thudded hard against his ribcage, a feeling of chills erupting over his ruined skin as he tried in vain to keep his labored breathing quiet. 
The door to the bar slammed to a close, jolting the wall Gob was still leaning against.
But he hardly even felt it. 
They love me? Love?! H-how.. How can they? Why? 
How could he possibly pretend he didn’t know what they’d said when he saw them next? Even now, he found it impossible to contain himself, his entire body vibrating with a giddy energy he didn’t even know he was capable of possessing. 
Lone loves me.
Gob stood shakily from where he was kneeling beside the saloon, his mind going into overdrive as he realized Nova, and soon enough, Lone, would notice his absence in the bar. He turned back to the garbage bags, reaching for one as he took a step forward, but his foot caught on the first step up to the back door, and he fell forward, cringing less at the pain and more at the loud clang that rang out over the town as the better part of his body crashed into the metal building. 
“Aw, dammit.” He grumbled, glancing over his shoulder rapidly in search of Lone. 
The ghoul held still a moment, sighing in relief when he didn’t hear a sound beyond his own breathing. He stood up and brushed himself off brusquely. 
Still need to get in there quick.
“Gob? What are you– Oh, are you okay?” 
The ghoul’s blood ran cold.
“F-fine, Lone, I just– um…” He stuttered out as he turned to face them with a nervous smile.
Dammit, I was right. 
The ghoul’s mouth refused to cooperate as his thoughts scattered in every direction at the sight of his partner. 
Of the one who loved him. 
He gulped.
“You didn’t hit your head, did you?” They asked, reaching a hand out as if to brush it over his head, but he shook his head firmly, stalling their movement. 
“You look so… So red… Are you sure you’re not hurt?” He nodded to them, willing his body to cool down, willing his tongue to untangle, willing himself to meet their eyes, but he simply couldn’t. 
“A-are you blushing? Sweetie, I didn’t know you could blush. What’s going on?”
Finally their hand met his face, and the world seemed to quit its confusing spinning, his heart stilled its frantic pounding, and he could finally meet their concerned gaze. His eyes were apologetic as he looked at them, swallowing hard as a few fragmented words began to creep into his mind.
“O-oh. Oh no.” Lone’s eyes widened, and Gob didn’t have to say a word. “No, you didn’t! Tell me you didn’t… You heard it?! How much did you hear?” 
They pulled their hand away from him, their voice desperate and loud as they questioned him with panic etched all over their face.
Gob tried to stay calm, his skin feeling warmer than coals as the words of explanation formed on his tongue. 
What if that does it? What if this is it? What if I just ruined this?  
“Not, well, I don’t think, I just–” He stuttered out awkwardly, willing his voice not to crack with the fear he felt bubbling up in his chest, “Well, I don’t think that I heard all of it, but… Yeah, I did, ah, I heard that last part.” Gob’s head hung low at the end of his confession, as he saw the disappointment in Lone’s eyes. 
Had they ever really planned on telling me? Were they just saying that to Nova, to make her feel better? Did they really even mean it?
“I’m so sorry, Lone.”
“You don’t have to be sorry.” They told him gently, and he raised his eyes hesitantly to meet theirs. 
“I just… I wish I could’ve told you in a different way. Made it really special.”
“It was. Lone, honey, it was special.” He said quickly, both of his hands reaching out to grasp one of Lone’s, before he even realized he was doing it.
“It means the world to me. Nobody’s ever- I mean, I haven’t ever- I just…” Their eyes shone as they waited for him to finish, and Gob took a deep breath.
“Lone,” He whispered, “I feel the same way.”
Hancock:
“Your eyes, John…” 
“Hm?” 
“Your eyes… They are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 
Hancock smiled as his partner looked on, reverent in the haze of the Day Tripper they’d taken. They leaned forward from where they were seated, practically in his lap, with one hand against his chest, and fixed him with their appreciative, half-lidded gaze. 
“My eyes are black, Sunshine.” He pecked their nose with his meager lips, taking full advantage of their close proximity to him. “And not kill the vibe or anything, but I think you’ve had enough of these for today.” His hand gently pulled the Day Tripper bottle away from their grasp, but his partner hardly seemed to notice. 
“They are not ‘black’ in that dismissive way you just said they are." They pouted, "Your eyes… They don’t have color, really, but they have depth. Texture.”
“Uh huh.” Hancock tried to withhold the broad, toothy grin that threatened to spread across his lips as Sole looked at him in complete seriousness. 
Damn, they’re cute. 
He raised a hand to the side of their face, caressing it lovingly as one thumb stroked over the soft swell of their cheek.
But should I really have let them take two of those pills? Hm. 
“They’re like space." Sole continued, one hand waving dramatically towards the sky at their declaration.
"Like galaxies and nebulae and a trillion twinkling stars. All wrapped up in a velvety, dark blanket. Not black, but like an inky fabric draping over itself, light catching at each fold, every angle. Full of life, and light, and emotion, and truth.”
“Sunshine, I don’t think–” 
“Shhh.” They brought a finger to his ruined lips, nose nearly grazing the crevice where his once was as they leaned forward with a whisper. “Don’t interrupt, love.” Their lips followed the lead of their finger, brushing his in a light kiss before they pulled back again. 
“I’m not nearly finished.”
Hancock’s apparently mesmerizing eyes widened as they fixed him with a scrutinizing gaze, blown-out pupils sliding their hazy vision over every line of his face, every wrinkle and fold, each scar, and all the complexities of his multi-colored complexion.
Though, as Hancock was much unused to, there was no judgment in their scrutiny. No disgust, no flinching or cringing, not even some morbid kinda curiosity he tended to see in some.
His face couldn’t be chalked up to mere flesh and blood in their eyes. They didn’t see the lines as he did. It was less of a physical entity, and more a mosaic of his person. His character.
In everything, Sole saw the way he had smiled all his life, the way he had frowned, all the speeches he’s given, the manner in which he once combed his hair, and in the way he moved differently once it was all gone.
Sole saw his childhood, the closeness with his family, and then the heart-wrenching pain as they were pulled away from him and made estranged. They could see the years of relentless abuse he’d wrought upon himself, before becoming who he was today. In the emotion written in his scars, they could see his failures, and in the glimmer of his eyes, his successes, and they told him as much.
All of it they said, not with so many words, as they formed and flitted away before their lips had a chance to speak them, but they spoke with their eyes, with their own emotion Hancock couldn’t help but read too deeply into. The intensity of it all forced his hand, inspired his mind to draw connections from nearly nothing at all. The dense subtleties and micro expressions any sane person may have failed to read into, but Hancock wasn’t sane.
He was in love.
And they were too. Of that, the ghoul had no doubt at all. He wasn’t even sure if he’d known that before this very moment. Sole had told him before, sure, but never like this. Saying everything without a voice to back it. The most honest of confessions, and he couldn’t help but confess right back. 
“Damn, Sole…” He breathed over them, inspiring a blink of those brilliant eyes that broke the tension that had grown between them. “I’m so in love with you.” 
To his surprise, his partner looked at him with a flash of disappointment. 
“What is it, baby?” 
“I haven’t even said anything yet. That was supposed to wait for the end.” They pouted rather dramatically. 
“Aww, you didn’t hear all that? Everythin’ you just said? I heard it, loud and clear. No worries there. And no words needed, sunshine, trust me.” 
“Hm.” They pursed their lips, unconvinced. “I think I’ve still gotta tell you anyways.” 
“Sweetheat, there’s nothin’ I’d love more than to listen to your pretty voice sing praises to me all night long, but all that talk just about my eyes? I don’t think you’ll finish before the sun comes up.” 
“If that’s how long it takes for you to quit making all those comments about your ‘ugly mug’ and ‘boring, black’ eyes, then so be it. We’ll be here all night, and into the next day, and all the night after. I’ll keep telling you next week, next month, years from now, when I’m old and wrinkled and a new civilization has risen from the ashes of this ruined world of ours, for this whole lifetime and any others that come along, I'll keep insisting, I’ll keep talking, and kissing, and touching, and loving you until you believe every word with every part of you. And I fucking mean it John Hancock, you know I do.” 
Most of this talk was definitely the Day Tripper. Had to be. At least a little bit. Sole didn’t talk like this, didn’t make big confessions like this, didn’t command him to take their praise so adamantly, but still... every word rang true in their glazed-over eyes.
Whether they were foggy from the drug, or from their affection for him, Hancock didn’t completely know, but he did know that the words people spoke on Day Tripper tended to be true. It was one of the main reasons the drug was dangerous. It helps limit your inhibitions, makes confessions come easy, lessens your anxiety, makes the world seem more open and accepting to whatever strange, deep-rooted, or wholly secret confession your heart and mind held onto far away from the liberating threshold of your mouth. It’s why Hancock doesn’t usually do this one with friends, with people he doesn’t want to lose, with people he’s afraid to trust to stay in his life if they knew all the secrets of his past. He’d told Sole all of this, the dangers of these little pills, and yet, they’d still wanted to try it with him by their side. 
“I do.” He rasped, the words making him shudder as he thought of what they might sound like in some other context, some other promise, down the line of his and Sole’s journey together. 
If I should be so lucky they’d say yes to a promise like that. To a man like me gettin’ down on one knee and making a commitment more serious and binding than being Mayor of Goodneighbor. 
Shit, and I would mean it just as much with them as I did with this town of mine. More so, even.
“I know you mean it, Sole. And I’m gonna really hold you to it one of these days.” He hinted with a half smile as he pressed his lips to their cheek and wrapped an arm around their shoulders tightly, until they yielded in their gathering exhaustion, falling back to rest against him, and sighing softly with sheer contentment. 
“You’d better." They grumbled, "I’ll be waiting with bated breath.” 
“Don’t you worry. You ain’t gonna have to wait too much longer.” They leaned their head against his shoulder, nuzzling into him a few times to get comfortable, and Hancock leaned back, his head resting against theirs as he took their hands in his, his midnight eyes falling to their left hand in particular as his fingers grazed over theirs in a delicate caress, and he daydreamed about the future he'd promised, and they'd promised him.
No. Not much longer at all…
Joshua:
“Joshua?” Your voice carried smoothly over the sand, through the hot, dry air. But Joshua didn’t stir, he didn’t even seem to register his name. 
“You okay?” You pressed forward, craning your neck as you took a couple steps in his direction, trying to see what it was in the creek that had caught his attention so fully. 
“Did you… find something?” You bent down as you reached Joshua’s side, noting the way his unblinking eyes seemed glued to… nothing. Nothing, but his own reflection, staring back with the same intensity. 
The sand shifted beneath you as you settled by Joshua’s side. He noticed you, out of the corner of his eye, but remained silent. 
What could he say? 
How could he speak all that he was thinking, as he peered down at his scarred and bandaged face? Could he voice the way that he feels? So unworthy of your devotion to him, so confused as to why you stay by his side, so appreciative that you care for him the way you do, but so wholly afraid that if he speaks his fears, that they will come true. That, as soon as you come to your senses, as soon as the novelty of being with him fades, you will leave…
Who could love a face like mine? And more… Who could love the man that this face belongs to? A man who has done so much wrong, that his sins could only be absolved through the most violent forms of suffering? And even still… Am I truly free of them? 
He did not feel it. 
“I... am not worthy…” The missionary began quietly, and saw your head snap towards him as the words met your ears. “I am not worthy of even the least of all the deeds of steadfast love and all the faithfulness you have shown me.”
“What?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you shifted your body to face him, rather than the stream of water below. 
“It’s a line from Genesis." He attempted to clarify, "Jacob is speaking to God, speaking to him of his own humility in response to the devotion that the Lord has shown him.”
Your brows didn’t unfurrow. 
“And that… That has to do with…?” 
“I’m not…” Joshua’s jaw clenched as his eyes finally left his own watery visage in favor of hiding behind his downed lids. 
“I’m not sure why I said it. The quote just… came over me.” He lied, knowing full-well that the words had everything to do with you. 
If I tell you that I feel unworthy of you, will that start something? Will that plant the idea in your mind that I don’t deserve you? Will you then act on that idea?
“Hey.” 
He felt your touch upon his shoulder as your voice met his ears, it was light, but unyielding as your fingers clenched at the bandages insistently. 
“You can talk to me.” You smiled as Joshua’s eyes opened and his gaze landed upon your face, and he wasn’t immune to it. Nor your words, and all that they promised. 
Love rejoices with the truth.
“I’m humbled by you, Six. Humbled by the love you show me every day, and I feel… As Jacob did with the love of God. I feel unworthy of you.”
He felt your grip tighten upon his shoulder as sadness flooded your expression. It pained him to know he was the source of the strife he saw in your eyes.
“Sometimes it’s easy to forget who I am, what I’ve done… What I look like, when I’m beside you, but then, my reflection finds me. Then as I look upon your face, as I remember your deeds and your devotion to me, your kindness to others... I cannot help but feel confused.”
“Joshua, I–” 
He continued insistently, his scarred brow hardening over the intense blue of his eyes as you saw them spark with fire from within.
“I have erred more times than I could possibly count, and yet, each is written upon me, like a shouted word, etched into my very skin for all the world to see. For all who gaze upon me to pity me and my failures, to hate my deeds and to agree that I am unworthy of compassion and repentance. That I am unworthy of happiness, and certainly, of love. They see you beside me, and they know, simply by seeing me, that I am unworthy of you.” 
Joshua’s hand traveled slowly up to grasp at yours. Your eyes were wide and glistening as he gently took hold of you, and removed your touch from him. 
The air was utterly caught in your throat as your partner released your hand from his grip and stood beside you, his gaze resting back on the reflection in the running water that marred his covered features even further with each ripple over the small, jagged river stones that weren’t yet smoothed over by the current. 
“But it seems that you’ve failed to note this. Whether by choice, or simply because you are too righteous to see such things, you’ve still stood by me, even despite all that I’ve done, and that I am... I had to be sure you know the truth, Six. So that you can make your own decision about me, about our relationship… And you can find the words and inspiration you need to leave me behind, and to move on to better things. To be with someone who deserves you.” 
And truth will set you free.
The thought sprung unbidden into Joshua's mind.
I don't feel free.
But perhaps... Perhaps, now, Six can.
Still, you sat in the sand, in shock at everything that had just left your partner, the man you love, and have loved happily for the months you’ve been together.
Where had it all come from?
One moment you’re making camp, waiting for Joshua to collect water, dusting off the fabric of your tent, laying out the bedrolls close enough to later rest in his embrace all through the night, and now he… what? Wants you to leave him?
What changed?
Joshua made a move to step away from you, to leave you kneeling there, alone, beside the river that had apparently inspired these harsh words that encouraged even harsher actions, but you would not stand for it.
You could not. 
“I won’t leave you, Joshua.” You got to your feet as he paused his steps, and he tilted his head towards you, to better hear your words. To hear the justification that he was sure would be well-meant, but ultimately, unfounded. 
“Why?” He whispered, and you got the sense that he was going to speak more, that he would continue monologuing until he convinced himself further that you do not belong with him, even when you know that, beyond all reason, you do.
“Because Joshua, because..." You took a breath as righteous words filled your mind, "'You are precious in my eyes, and honored, and… I love you.' That quote comes from the book of Isaiah. And it’s God speaking to Jacob, telling him that this is why men are worthy of him, and why, even if they’re not, they’re still deserving of unconditional love, even by one as divine and perfect as God.” 
Joshua’s eyes were the ones widening now, and his body turned so that he could face you fully once again. 
“Now, I’m not saying that I’m perfect, but… If God can stand to love you, if he can keep you here, after all you’ve been through, if he can promise you life, even after going through what should’ve meant your death tenfold, then can’t I do the same? Can’t I promise you a life with me, can’t I love and accept you for who you are, no matter what anyone else thinks?” 
Joshua’s light eyes were glistening as they fixed on the sand below him, and you couldn’t help but step forward to try and draw his attention back to you. 
I had to sit through your monologue of self-hatred. Now it’s your turn to listen to all the reasons your words were wrong.
I won’t have you tuning me out.
“After living a life so devoid of it, there’s no one I can think of who’s more worthy of love and compassion than you.” 
You placed both hands on either side of his face, gently urging his eyes to meet yours. 
“Everything you’ve done, Joshua… You’ve been made to pay for. Just as you said, it’s all written upon your body, but it’s here too.” You dragged one palm down to rest over his chest. It was warm to the touch, even through the layers of his bandages and clothes. 
“And here.” The fingers of your other hand brushed over his temple, then his forehead. 
“You’ve paid for it enough. With these horrible thoughts, these feelings of unworthiness plaguing you, every mark upon your skin, all the pain you feel every day. Trust me, my love, you've paid for it. Now… I think God and I both just want you to know peace.” 
Joshua’s hands rose to delicately collect yours, to pull them down in between your bodies. But he didn’t release them from his grasp this time, only held them there, embracing you as much as he could allow himself as his mind still swirled with turmoil. 
“But why?" He asked, "You don’t have to be with me. No one is requiring it of you; and with another, everything would be so much easier. You could be happy… Happier than I can make you.”
“Why you?” You almost laughed at him, it seemed so obvious within the confines of your own mind, the mind that was almost always occupied with thoughts of him only. “I love you, Joshua. I love how you speak to me, how you respect me and want me in your life. I love that I’m able to help you, but you… You’ve helped me more than I think you know.” 
“How?” His voice was so desperate for an answer, it was almost demanding.
“Ever since I woke up from that grave… I didn’t really have a purpose. I didn’t know who I was, didn’t have anyone in my life to turn to, I didn’t have a path... but you gave me one. With you, I could help people in ways I never imagined. You were always so sure of your own path, that it inspired me to be sure of it too. To become a part of your path.”
You could feel your hands shaking where he held them between you. Your whole body was trembling with insistence, begging him to take your words to heart.
Everything about this night that the two of you were sharing once pointed to normalcy. Making camp, divvying out duties, feeling the warmth of the fire against the cool desert air, hearing the wind sweep over the dunes of sand; it was like so many other nights spent with one another. You hadn’t expected to have this conversation, hadn’t thought you’d be fighting tooth and nail to get your partner to understand how deeply you cared for him, how much you couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him, let alone ever consider it without his knowledge. But it was happening, and now this night was so much more important than all those others, because if you fail… It could be the end of all of this. This bliss that you’ve taken for granted. 
You’d survived without him for months before you ever met him, you could find happiness without Joshua, you knew that, but… With him, you didn’t have to look for happiness. With him, it surrounded you. 
“You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,” You said quietly, and even with the linen wraps covering Joshua's visage, you could see the way he softened at your words. “You made me love you more with every word you spoke. I can’t imagine who I’d be now without you, and I don’t want to.” 
Your hands tightened within his grasp, and you pulled his body closer to yours as your eyes stayed locked to his mesmerizing gaze.
 “Darling… in all my life, I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. Believe me.” 
You insisted, and then you leaned forward even further, and kissed him. 
The thin linen obstructed you a bit, but it didn’t matter. You could feel the heat of him through it, sense the shape of his lips as they moved against yours, as they relented to your touch, and to your words. As he let you love him. 
Joshua’s hands released yours, allowing you to press yourself closer to him as you felt his touch upon your hip, and around the nape of your neck. In the same movement, your arms smoothed over his chest to grasp at his shoulders. He took a deep breath in through his nose, as though he’d been devoid of oxygen until you pressed yourself to him, and you felt the warm puff of air pass through his bandages and caress your face as he exhaled. Subtly, you could taste him through the barrier, the sweetness of cactus fruit, and the tartness of the healing powder he mixed into the water he drank. You sighed into him at the familiarity of it all. His touch, his taste, his burning warmth that sometimes felt unnaturally hot. Enough so, even, that it could scar you in return. 
And though it never had, Joshua hadn’t ever left any physical blemishes upon your skin from his touch, from his love of you, you were certain that you hadn’t gone completely unmarked by him. Like the words he spoke, like the thoughts and actions he inspired, like the emotions that surrounded him in your mind, his mark was within you. And all of that, all of his influence, his own love for you in return, that you felt was as permanent as any scar left upon his own skin. 
“Thank you,” You felt Joshua whisper against you as you parted, but remained pressed to one another. “Thank you, Six, for all that you have given me. I… I still do not feel worthy of it, but, I will do what I can to change that. No matter how long it takes.” 
“Mm.” You hummed, a grin touching your lips as you pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, soaking in the simple feel of him. “And I’ll be right here. Right beside you, all the way.” 
You felt the outline of his own smile as Joshua leaned forward, and captured your lips with his once again.
Raul:
Raul ran a roughened hand over the smooth surface of the wood, a half smile plastered to his lips as he sampled his own work. He gave the record player console table a satisfied nod as he overlooked the polished wood and properly set needle. There weren’t too many records left standing after all was said and done with those bombs so long ago, but still, what he and Six could find, they could now enjoy, and quite stylishly, he’d say. 
You liked these ones, huh? He remembered his partner asking as they held up a pair of record sleeves in an old run down shop near the strip. Dean Martin and Perez Prado… Oh, Raul knew them alright. Then we’ll have to find a way to listen to it one day, won’t we? You could teach me how to mambo.
Though the thought made Raul chuckle at the time, the idea picked at his brain for days after, and this became his project. When Six told him they’d be gone for a few days, running some mission with Arcade, he’d taken that as his opportunity to finally finish it. 
A click of a door lock sounded behind him, and the ghoul turned in time to see his companion enter the room, their face lighting up, first, at the sight of him, and then that of the table and set of tools beside him.
“Hey! It’s so good to see– Oh. Oh my god. Raul, did you… Did you make this?” They stopped briefly beside him to slide a hand over his shoulder, but ultimately, passed him completely as they were taken by the sight of his handiwork. 
“Nah, boss.” He fibbed, “Some crows flew by and dropped it right out of the sky outside the casino. Think they were takin’ it to their nest.” 
Six looked back at him with scrunched brows, even as they kept one hand glued to the glossy surface of the table. 
“But the birds never came back for it. So, I figured it’d be fair game. Thought it looked nicer in here than on the curb, anyway.”
His companion walked forward with a smile, shoving him playfully with one arm. 
“What? You think I’m lying? They were big crows, boss. Guess they like music.” 
“Yeah, guess so.” They shook their head at him, and Raul couldn’t deny the grin that spread across his face, crinkling his dark eyes and making them shine with mirth. 
“It really is gorgeous though, Raul. You’re not just a handyman, you’re a craftsman. An artist. And you never told me.” The ghoul didn’t know really what to say to that, he’d never really thought of himself that way before. 
An artist, eh?
“This detail is just incredible.” Six continued to regard the piece of furniture with awe as they lay their head against his shoulder, and grasped one of his hands in theirs.
“It’s just a table, boss.”
“It is not.” They pulled away abruptly, looking him hard in the eye, “It’s a beautiful table. And a record player! Are you kidding me, Raul? This is amazing. You’re amazing.”
Something tightened in the ghoul’s chest at his partner’s insistence, but before he could respond to them properly, they were pulling away, turning back to the table with intent. 
“Now, let’s hear how she sounds, shall we?” 
Six knelt to inspect the full shelf below the record player, stuffed with the vinyls they had both collected, but never had the chance to play. 
“It’s really no big deal.” Raul insisted, still hung up on his partner’s generous praise. “You were gone for a whole week, mi amado, I had time, that’s all.” 
Their hand floated by the albums slowly as they inspected the titles, finally pausing when they reached that first one they had found all those months ago, and they pulled it free. Six turned back to him as they slid the record from its sleeve and prepared to play it. 
“Even if I had a hundred years I could never make something like this.”
“But I had two hundred. Remember? I've been around a long time.” Six rolled their eyes at that, and though their grin persisted, there was more than just amusement at the root of their expression. 
“Whatever, even two hundred, and I could never do something even close to this. You’re incredible.” 
“You said that already, boss.” 
Before they could drop the needle down onto the record, they turned to face their partner, a prevalent fire blazing in their irises that Raul couldn’t fail to notice, even from the other side of the room. 
“Well, I mean it! You are. And not just at this. You don’t give yourself enough credit, Raul." 
The ghoul's smile perked up at that, and suddenly he wanted to move, to reach out to his partner and show them his appreciation for their words, but something kept him rooted where he was standing. There was a tightness in his chest that seemed to hold him in place. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had spoken to him this way, even if it was with so much aggression. 
“I’m not your partner because of your handiwork, you know." They stepped towards him as they spoke, only halting when they were at a point where they could wrap their arms up and around his shoulders to meet his gaze properly.
"I’m with you because I love being around you. You make me so happy, I couldn’t imagine not having you in my life. Even just this one week apart made me realize how much I love being with you, even when we just walk beside each other, when we just talk. The things you say…" One hand came up to stroke over Raul's cheek, their thumb running smoothly over his roughened skin.
"You always make me laugh, or blush, and the way you look at me… Don’t you notice when I look at you too?” 
“No I… I guess I never did." He stuttered, "I didn’t think…” 
I didn’t think anyone could ever look at me the way I look at you.
“I don’t know, amor.” He said, resignation plain on his face as the words left him with a sigh.
“Well, then I guess I need to make it more obvious.” Six smirked, and Raul felt a rush of heat wash over him, even as his partner backed away from him, back to the table. To his surprise, they didn’t reach for the needle of the record player, but for the flat bit of the table beside it. 
“So, this part? What’s this for?” They asked as they ran a hand over the smooth wood.
“‘S just the table part." He shrugged, "Could put your drinks on it, or something, no sé.” 
Raul rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, feeling as though he just got whiplash.
How can they just say all that? An' then go back to this? To the table? Ay, ellos me vuelven loco.
Six considered the surface further, reaching both hands to press down on it firmly. Raul narrowed his eyes.
“Drinks’r not normally that heavy, Six.” 
“I wasn’t thinking about drinks… Why don’t you come here?”
With the way their voice dropped at their request, Six didn’t need to ask him twice. Raul took the few steps forwards as his partner hopped up onto the table, their legs dangling down and feet grazing the floor as they leaned forward. 
Raul kept moving towards them, filling the space between their opened legs with his hips as their arms slid over his chest, clasping tightly around the back of his neck.
“Think it’ll hold me?” They whispered with a smile and a raised brow, their firm hold only pulling him closer with the barest hint of pressure.
“Hmm… Depends.” He whispered, as he relented, leaning in close.
“On?”
“On how much we do.” Raul practically growled as he lost himself in his partner’s alluring gaze, their want for him seeping through every brush of their lips against his, the truth in their words of praise evident in the way their hands grazed over the nape of his neck, over his chest, tugging impatiently at the fabric of his jumpsuit; and in their eyes, closed tightly in pleasure and bliss, and opening only to look at him in a way he’s never been looked at before.
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biblioflyer · 10 months
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Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, identity, and the acceptance of loss.
Ruminations on an unexpectedly emotional reaction to Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3. Spoilers ahead.
Once upon a time, I was in a fantastic relationship that I thought was dead certain to last forever. Until it didn’t.
There was an abrupt shift. A withdrawal. Coldness crept in.
Messages were replied to tersely if at all. Plans were canceled, reschedules were canceled, in the fleeting times when face to face interaction happened, conversation was stilted and largely driven by one desperate to breathe life into what seemed to be fading.
It was a kind of death if you want to get poetic or hyperbolic about it.
Not a literal death of course, but the death of the person that, not even all that long ago, both partners believed that person to be.
Much as DDT was the death of many an insect, depression, dysphoria, and trauma were to be the death of this incarnation of my partner and the relationship.
Today there is a different incarnation of my former partner walking around, chasing different dreams, and even wearing a different name.
For a time I took it personally that my former partner could not fully unpack their mental health and identity questions within the confines of our relationship. No person who spends any amount of time thinking about how they move in the world and how their life impacts others wants to think of themselves as the sort of person who holds too tightly or gives off vibes that they’re not fully understanding.
Yet sometimes it's less about holding tightly or loosely and more about the need for an entirely blank slate to redefine everything.
I never saw myself in Peter Quill and Gamora’s relationship. It never read as particularly credible to me, but I accepted it as part of the hyperreality of the corner of the MCU the Guardians inhabit. MJ and Peter Parker were the super couple we saw ourselves in.
As of Vol. 3 though? Oof. That one smarts.
Bloody brilliant and incredibly mature in a way that I didn’t think James Gunn was capable of, but boy howdy did that one sting.
Gamora is dead. 
Gamora is alive.
Peter Quill goes through an arc that I fully expected going into this movie would be done in a hackey and cliched way which is why I was so unenthusiastic about it. I assumed that his weird mix of insecure swagger and earnestness would win over the Gamora who bypassed all of the history that made Peter’s Gamora the person she was. The person who could be Peter’s partner.
And yet, James Gunn chose to subvert the obvious trope and go somewhere shockingly mature. The crucible of life and death mayhem does not reunite Peter and Gamora but on the other side does come acceptance and respect. Peter is still not happy about the new status quo, but he has come to realize that there’s no future where the Gamora he knew comes back and this Gamora cannot be what he needs her to be. Nor is it fair to expect her to be.
There the seeds are sown for a genuine friendship instead of desperate attempts to resurrect the Gamora that was.
I was not at all expecting to connect to a Guardians of the Galaxy movie of all things on this intimate level, yet here we are.
My Gamora has not seen it yet as of this writing, but I’m eager to get their reaction to it.
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forthisone · 1 year
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Thoughts after finishing Season 5 of The Handmaid’s Tale last night.
This show hits different now I am a mother. Especially Episode 7, oof.
So these are fresh thoughts after watching the season over a couple of weeks. I haven’t really digested the season yet, haven’t read any commentary etc.
Firstly, I found this season so much easier to watch and less gratuitous, thank you S5 gods for that. Obviously there’s still so much trauma and pain going on but thank you for not subjecting me to multiple torture and rape scenes this season.
Serena
I didn’t hate the Serena stuff. I think probably because I’m fresh out of pregnancy/childbirth… still breastfeeding, etc. They showed how June as a mum (showing concern for Noah’s welfare) trumped the June that hates Serena to death and I liked that. Mothers are powerful. I also appreciated Serena with The Wheelers having a firsthand taste of a slight glimmer of what June had experienced with the Waterfords (obviously not as bad but the panic and fear and anger was there). I’m glad it seems to have finally humbled her and made her realise how fucked up it all was. Like we all thought she got there in 2.13 when she let Nichole go but now she FINALLY IS THERE. As a new mum, I have enjoyed Serena’s arc this season. I can’t think of anything worse than someone keeping me separate from my one month old telling me that they are letting them cry it out all day and night.
Idk I think I just forgot it was Serena honestly and enjoyed the portrayal of a new mum fighting for her baby.
Nick
Oooookay. Lots to unpack.
So when I saw the Rose reveal in episode 1 I was kind of relieved because it seemed like they were kind of friends and maybe Nick wasn’t as trapped as he felt with Eden. Which I think was true. But I would have been a lot more interested to understand their relationship a bit better. I have a lot of question marks still, ten episodes and they barely explored it. That line one of the Wives gives about something genetic inherited with the baby? That was weird. Is that alluding to the future? Or was that just a Wife being a dick, unsure.
Also, the Nick I know and love would never have wished for June to take up Lawrence’s offer of New Bethlehem. The scene in 5.09 was just weird for me. It was like the dodgy uncle of the magic we got in 4.09. Was it the same location too? Maybe?
Still waiting for the scene of Nick having a good cry and I feel they missed a trick with the hospital room scene. We are never going to get it, are we?
Basically my favourite Nick scene of the whole season was Tuello on the bridge with Nick
where he asked about running away with her (ps. I feel like they keep nodding to this “running away together” line and I am here for it, please God let this be a nod to the future? When Nick said “I’m nothing.” And Tuello replies “Not to her.” … god damn if that didn’t tap into my feels from the scene that made this ship an OTP for me. The hospital corridor kids scene in 2.07 where June says “What about you?” and Nick kisses her because just once he feels like somebody to someone.
Also how beautiful was it that he just wanted to see her and kiss her head at the hospital and then essentially that’s all he needs to sign his life away.
I don’t understand why Nick punched Lawrence really (I mean, I understand, but I feel like out of everything, he would have had time after seeing June to regain his composure and put the mask back up). But I can only hope it was in Nick’s plan. Maybe he wants to get transferred somewhere else? Closer to Hannah so he can pass Tuello info? He knows Lawrence owes him a pardon?
Then again I feel like maybe he just finally lost his shit which is understandable. I just didn’t expect it to happen that way. My man is smarter than punching a Commander in front of a room of other Commanders. He knows how to get revenge more subtly. No? Maybe not when it comes to June.
I loved that June thought about Nick before they left the train. Telling Tuello to let him know she and Nichole are safe.
Update: after sleeping on it and speaking to a couple of others, I’ve realised he’s just absolutely done and he doesn’t care about the mask slipping anymore. I don’t think it was impulsive per se as it took a long drive to get to Lawrence’s.
I am interested for where this will take Nick next season but I sincerely sincerrreeely hope he and Janine break out of Eye HQ and start fucking shit up.
Luke and Luke/June
I mean. I’m a Nick fan so. You know. I struggled with the Luke/June stuff this season. It felt a bit like a reversal of where we had got to with Season 4. I’m kind of over the love triangle to be honest but I get that Luke is in her life. He’s not going to disappear. She will always love him. I just felt confused as to where June’s head is at, whereas I didn’t by the end of Season 4. It feels like wasted time.
The scene in 5.9 where he grabbed her to stop her meltdown and she’s like “Please let me go.” I think was telling.
When Luke said in episode 6 “I wish I could have been the guy to come and get you out” HI NICK BLAINE. Oh how I wished he would have showed up and got them out.
I guess Luke kind of did do that in the finale. He got them out. Yeah I’m not the biggest Luke hater, I just see him as sort of Your Average Joe but not right for June anymore. Obviously. But he stepped up a bit in 5.10. At least he saved her from being killed.
Moira
Samira Wiley has been criminally under used this season, that is all. I feel like the writers forgot that Moira was a) a Jezebel and b) also killed a Commander to escape Gilead… so why is she having so much trouble relating to June?
Hannah
I wish they’d got Hannah out and Season 6 could be more about the healing and the aftermath. For all the characters really. I felt June’s pain at taking any opportunity to be near her daughter. I’d be tempted by New Bethlehem too, as mad as that sounds to me. I get it. That whole concept was weird though. And I fear it will reappear in Season 6 and I don’t want it.
Those are main thoughts now. 11pm and I’ve just finished the season.
It felt good to binge a season again, I haven’t done that since Season Two. I think watching the season in one go is better than enduring crumbs slowly week by week.
I’m wondering now if Season 6 can possibly do all I want it too but I’ll gather my wishes for the final season in another post.
What is Nick’s end of the bargain for Tuello letting him see June in hospital? Obviously inside knowledge but how will he get that knowledge now he has exposed himself in Gilead?
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"Y'know, I used to slightly fear you."
At the sound of the ex-admin's voice, the man of legends head perks up from where he'd been intently staring Winslow down.
"Oh, and you're not anymore?" Herobrine asks, completely at ease and not even acknowledging his ridiculous look; both men wearing cat hoodies at Cassie's request.
Romeo gave him a blank stare. "No."
The glitch gave a huff, "Eh, I suppose you have nothing to fear either way, not being an Admin anymore and all..."
"You didn't hurt me all those centuries ago, though, back when I was an Admin."
The being pokes a finger into the cat's tummy, making him purr, "Had no reasons to, since you clearly weren't going to attack me. Which does remind me- how come you didn't?"
Romeo sorts through a box of things to distract himself a little, "I dunno," he shrugs, "Just... didn't want to?"
"Uh-huh, and completely ignore all those tales and stories and warnings? Huh, never met an Admin who did that..."
He let's out a sigh, "Yes, well, you hadn't done anything before that first time, and... well..."
Hero raises an eyebrow, and Romeo looks away, heat rising to his cheeks in embarrassment.
"Back then, I wasn't... in a good place. It was a mix of curiosity and..." He can't get the words out.
"You didn't care if I hurt you or not, did you?"
He stays silent, which is answer enough.
"Hm, well, guess that's answer enough, no need to dig up old memories for lil ol' me." Hero gives him a cheeky grin, sinking his hand into the calico cats fur. Romeo stares for a moment, lost in memory, when the door opens and Cassie walks in, Aiden behind her.
"Just put those boxes there- careful with that one! Oof," she wipes her brow, setting a shulker down. She gives the two (much) older men a look, "Well? When we agreed to live together, I assumed you'd actually put some work in, now chop-chop!" She gave a ragged sigh, "Jeez, why do you two have so much stuff?! It's ridiculous!"
Romeo gives a fond chuckle, ruffling her hair, and begins to unpack some stuff. Hero watches for a moment longer, eyes shining bright.
He thought about it, really did. But Romeo had come a long way, had even had that breakdown he joked about having all those months ago; the redhead was kind of past that sudden realisation about Terminal. Herobrine... didn't want to ruin the mood. Saying anything would also mean telling Xara, and- and Romeo told him he couldn't do that, sharing his suspicions (which were true) about the Terminal and Fred and everything.
So Herobrine keeps his mouth shut and helps them, giving the large happy kitty one final pet between the ears.
He'd tell Romeo later, when he wasn't still half-broken over what he realised. Right now... right now really wasn't a good time to tell him another Admin had been chosen.
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The words really flowed outta me here! Anyway it's been forever since I've posted anything so I decided to do this. It has some of my headcanons sprinkled in. I wanna do some Herobrine/Admin/Terminal headcanon-story stuff but I'm still figuring out how to put it into words
(Also, if anyone wants to ask me about my headcanons, go ahead! I know I'd love to ask people about theirs)
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choco-cherry-chunk · 8 months
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Imagine Klaus going into labor and not know that he was pregnant?
Oof, the pain of this. Klaus not understanding why he’s in so much pain, sensations he’s so unfamiliar with. Ben is adamant that he gets the siblings for help because neither can figure out what’s wrong.
Klaus: “Maybe you could possess me?”
Ben: “How would that help!?”
K: “Maybe you’ll see something I don’t?”
B: “You just want me to do you’ll stop feeling the pain.”
They eventually get help and Allison tries to get Klaus to describe the pain. Five immediately starts shaking his head and cursing and lecturing him about safe sex until Klaus screams with pain again and they finally tell him that they need to get him to a hospital because there is a very real possibility he’s in labor. He barely has time to process everything, basically disassociating as he goes through the process and bam! He’s holding a screaming baby that had come out of him. It’s definitely a traumatic experience and it leaves a lot to consider, especially since compared to everything else they have been through, he may feel he can’t unpack this because it doesn’t hold up.
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snickerdoodlles · 5 months
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nimona fix-it that i'm not writing. may properly clean this up when i have more brain space
(tags originally from this post)
this has been sitting in my drafts for. months. as i tried to gather my thoughts beyond a big hearty Yeah.jpeg #honestly? what would've made the movie work a lot more for me? #is if during nimona's freak out over the kid being scared of her/calling herself a monster #ballister had turned to her and gone ''uh. aren't you?'' #because i think it wouldve helped them better tie several themes in the movie: first that nimona does not actually want to be destructive. #that's very much her lashing out in a ''you call me the monster? well ill BE your monster'' #but it comes from a place of emotional pain so directly facing with the consequences of it understandably sets her on a spiral #second is ballister's own spiral of going ''burn me? fine i burn YOU'' and parallel him hitting a similar spiral nimona had for contrast #third. i dont think ballister's prejudice should have been prompted externally. #the movie like. doesnt actually want to/doesnt trust itself to deal with its characters actually being prejudiced #which is why ballister's turning away from nimona had to be prompted by the director through his ex #to give him an easier rejection of it and reconciliation with nimona (to give ALL of them an easier rejection/reconciliation of their #prejudice with the exception of the director. who just dies.) #if ballister had called nimona a monster in that moment i think it wouldve helped illustrate a few things better: that societal prejudice is #ingrained deeper than most people realize. ballister would have fully accepted nimona as a monster but not recognized that he shouldnt be #thinking of her AS a monster in the first place. theres still something inside him that he needs to finish unpacking and heal. #i think it also would have shown better how people who are victims of prejudice can still perpetuate it. making it so that ballister had to #be externally manipulated to enact that against nimona undermines the message of harm by societal prejudice that the movie tried to send #also i just think switching up that betrayal wouldve made for a smoother sequence of events in movie. ballister calls out nimonas destruction #and reveals he still has ingrained prejudice. nimona runs and ballister can even still run into his ex again afterwards. and if they want #to keep nimona's backstory the ex revealing that to ballister could instead be how ballister realized how wrong he was in the first place #itd give context to realize the extent to which he hurt nimona with his thoughtlessness and work better to prompt him running out to #reconnect with her. and fix that 'change the narrative' line because as is its like???? kinda hanging in the breeze as is oof #ANWYAYS tl;dr--nimona falls apart for me because the movie wants to tackle heavy topics but doesnt want any of its characters to act out in #any truly problematic ways. so ALL the bad as to fall on one specific villain (whose so much of a prop she only gets a title and not a name) #that they can just kill at the end and absolve the entire town of their 'sin' (prejudice). its v much the christian theme of the#sacrificial goat+scapegoat actually. the director stops representing prejudice and is just there to give everything a clean resolution #it has a lot of the pieces but its too…timid to really dig into and address them. this prejudice isnt the only one but my tags are SO LONg #nimona
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Southern Comfort (8x06)
Soooooo much to unpack in this episode. Settle in, this could be a long one...
Ok so the brothers have a brief but heated conversation about Benny that amounts to
Sam: He's a vampire, why is he still "alive"?
Dean: He's my friend, idk.
Sam: What about Amy? Remember MY friend that YOU killed?
Dean: Character growth? 🤷🏼‍♂️
Not a great conversation for resolving anything, but it dragged some things out into the light of day, so it's a start. And it showed that Dean is working on developing some layers to his worldview, slowly, painfully, but he is working at it.
And then there's Garth. Gotta love the scrawny little weirdo. In his fringed jacket, joyful enthusiasm seeing Sam & Dean, ridiculous ringtones, and doing his best to fill the gap in the hunter community left when Bobby died. But Garth is always a good touchstone for the brothers, oddly astute and more aware of them than they are, and he gives them something to align on, namely, their shared reaction to him. And even though Garth was getting all Bobby's idiosyncrasies wrong, he did make a damn good point...
Garth: Bobby belonged to all of us, Dean – not just you and Sam. 
Because while Bobby was second dad to Sam & Dean, they aren't actually the only people in the world, a fact that Dean frequently forgets. It's not Dean's fault that even in his mid-30's he still lacks emotional maturity, he had a shitty childhood that set him way behind the curve on developing that way. He's working on it.
Then an Amelia flashback scene that finally shows us something sympathetic about her character. Of course it's a parallel to Sam & Dean, because of course it is. Her husband went and joined the military, without consulting her first and then got shipped off and died. Oof, that sucks. So she was adrift, exactly like Sam was, and they just happened to drift across each other's paths. No wonder they gravitated towards one another, they were licking the same wounds. The difference was that Sam's lost loved one comes back. Oh and her husband was named Don, similar enough to Dean for ya?
Sidenote: I love all the digs at the confederacy bs, because, yeah, they lost the war. I do not care who is offended by my thoughts on this either. Unfollow me.
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Garth: Hey, uh, Sam. If you ever need to talk, I just want to let you know that I'm here. About anything – you know, life, uh, Dean, you.
Sam: I'm okay. Thanks.
Garth: I mean, it just seems like you and Dean are talking but nobody's listening to each other.
Garth gets it, he sees it. Oh boy, 'nother Amelia flashback. Yep, matching sets of issues.
And now Dean is possessed. There is a whole lot in the conversation, so I'm just going to compile the highlights...
Dean: You should have looked for me when I was in Purgatory. You never even wanted this life. Always blamed me for pulling you back into it. Everything you've ever done since you climbed into my ride has been to deceive me. Drinking demon blood, check. Being in cahoots with Ruby. Not telling me that you lost your soul. Or how about running around with Samuel for a whole year, letting me think that you were dead while you're doing all kinds of crazy. Those aren't mistakes, Sam. Those are choices! I might have lied, but I never once betrayed you. I never once left you to die. And for what, a girl? You left me to die for a girl? Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you've ever been! That's right. Cas let me down. You let me down. The only person that hasn't let me down is Benny.
Sam actually didn't have much to say, he admitted that he's made mistakes, but he doesn't push back too hard against Dean. Two very good reasons for this.
Dean has a gun aimed at him and is currently possessed by a nasty spectre who is out for blood.
Sam actually feels guilty for exactly what Dean is upset with him for after all, to his credit, he doesn't argue about it that much. This is not to say that Sam doesn't have valid beef with Dean, but in this case, Sam's conscience agrees with Dean. Sam's just still processing all of it.
And then, of course, Garth saves the day by punching Dean (ballsy move for our scrappy little hunter) and he pinpoints precisely wtf is up between the brothers.
Garth: You can't change the past, amigo. Stop being a idjit! With Bobby dead, you and Sam are all each other has. And that's not so bad, man.
Ugh, another flashback. I always forget how many flashbacks there are in this season. Like, yes, a well-timed flashback is a great narrative tool, but they are way over used here. I love the show, but at a certain point I wish they'd just give us the whole story and move on. Whatever, that's a me problem.
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hanguangbuns · 1 year
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mdzs wip wednesday #5
its been a while! ive been feeling nostalgic for some of my older fics i havent posted, so heres an excerpt from one of them! ive previously posted another wip of it on my blog! enjoy~
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When they enter the apartment, Wen Qing is speechless for the first time in her life.
She watches in shock as Wei Ying sets down bags of stuff from two different stores, and starts to unpack them, revealing produce so fresh and good-looking that no food pantry would ever carry.
“This… this is…?”
Lan Zhan brings up the second load of groceries, carrying in paper bags and his shopping bag, and asks her where their pantry is.
“It’s over… there…”
Lan Zhan nods at her and heads in the direction she points in. Wen Qing stares at his back for a while, and an uncharacteristic flush paints her cheeks, before she furrows her brows.
“Who is that?”
Wei Ying shoves vegetables into the fridge and answers, “Oh that’s Lan Zhan! Did you guys meet yet? Lan Zhan, this is Wen Qing!”
Lan Zhan pauses for a moment and looks Wen Qing dead in the eye. “Nice to meet you.”
Wen Qing can only nod back, still apprehensive. Suddenly, she feels a tug on her cardigan and she looks down.
A’Yuan looks back, holding a chocolate egg toy to her face. “Look what baba got me!”
“…?”
“A’Yuan!!! Lan Zhan is not your dad!!! How many times do I gotta tell you that!!!”
A’yuan grips the hem of Wen Qing’s cardigan tighter and complains, “But he is!”
Wen Qing can already feel a headache coming on.
“Wen Qing, catch!”
A packet of something hits her chest before she can react, and she yells at Wei Ying before she inspects it.
It’s a custard filled bread.
Her eyes widened. “You didn’t have to.”
Wei Ying shrugs and crosses his arms behind his head. “Don’t thank me. Lan Zhan paid for it all.”
Her eyes widen even more.
“What!? Why’d you make him do that!?!? Wei Ying, what did you do? Lan Zhan, I’m so sorry, oh my god, this is too much, are you kidding me—“
Wei Ying cackles and Lan Zhan insists it’s fine, him and Wen Qing go back and forth over and over, so many thank you’s and sorry’s exchanged between each other, mostly from Wen Qing.
Panic seems to overtake her the more she glances around, and she bows over and over again, even tries to return some of the stuff to him. But Lan Zhan refuses her anyway, and says it's all for her family.
Tears well in her eyes, and everyone in the room stops in their tracks.
Wen Qing was a proud young woman. Rarely did she ever let her emotions show, and even rarer did she cry. She loved her family and tried to do everything she could to protect and support them, but sometimes it felt to her like it just wasn’t enough.
“Don’t feel bad,” Wei Ying tries to assure her. “Tsk, this is nothing for Lan Zhan. He doesn’t care. Aih, calm down, calm down.”
“Speak for yourself!” She yells through tears. “Wei Ying, you’re so shameless, you don’t care about wasting someone else’s money like this!?”
“It’s not a waste!” He protests. “You need this.”
She sniffs once, then twice. “Fuck you,” is all she can say.
“Shh! Not in front of A’Yuan!”
She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Whatever,” she relents. “But don’t do this again.”
Wei Ying smiles and blinks innocently, but doesn’t say anything.
She glares. “I mean it.”
“Oof, Wen Qing, you hurt me. Come, come, give me a hug!”
Wen Qing leans away from him, but she can’t avoid his hug—his hugs are clingy and entirely unavoidable, and he rocks her around in a somewhat comical manner as she tries to get away. The kitchen is tiny, and there’s not much room to move around, so their legs bang on the lower cabinets.
Lan Zhan only looks on with an unreadable expression.
“Thank you,” she says sincerely when they part.
Wei Ying full-body shivers when hears that. “Don’t be. Really. I’m breaking out in hives hearing you say that.”
Her eye twitches, and she pinches him rudely.
“Ow! Hey!”
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In Dreams [2/?]
Pairing: SanSan Rating: T Summary: “You know, I think this house is haunted.” Words: 1073 Tagging: @mousedetective 
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Morning comes and Sansa wakes up feeling refreshed.
Lady is still at her feet, simply looking at her and waiting for her to start her day. She smiles, “You’re such a cutie, Lady.” She says. She sits and stretches as much as she can and then throws her covers aside and places her bare feet on her slippers.
Lady stands, tail wagging and follows her to the bathroom as she relieves herself and brushes her teeth.
“Come on, Lady, breakfast time.”
She does what she can to make sure that everything is in place. And to her surprise, everything is. All the windows are closed, doors are locked and nothing seems to be missing. How strange. She serves Lady her breakfast and goes to make her own. She opts for a bowl of cereal, fruit and a cup of coffee, she knows that she will have a long day.
She eats without a rush, then goes back to her room and changes into old sweatpants, she decides that she will be going to give the first layer of white paint to her living room. She has picked a sage green for it, but the white will have to cover first the deep gray that the walls are painted. She braids her hair and puts an old baseball cap to prevent paint getting in her hair and sets to work.
The walls turn white slowly, she is singing to the music and basking in the joy of having a home of her own.
She is about to order some food, when a text comes. This time from Arya, ‘I want a house tour. Bringing food.’
Smiling, she replies, ‘Come anytime.’ She means it. While it was true that she and Arya had some growing pains, they have both long made up for it. Growing up and understanding each other, had healed the wounds they had.
‘See you in a bit.’
‘Okay.’
She puts the phone away and looks at her work, the living room now looks ten times larger. And when she’s done with the whole painting and decoration, it will truly be like moving into a cottage with the comforts of the city.
She makes her way to her soon-to-be office and begins unpacking her books and shelving them. Contrary to the rest of her orderly life, her books are chaotic, because he organizes them by feeling. It doesn’t make sense to anyone but herself, but it makes her happy and she always finds what she’s looking for with no troubles.
Time flies and the next thing she knows, there is a loud knock in her door and Lady bolts, tail wagging. Arya.
She follows Lady and checks the window before opening, there, in her driveway, is her sister’s car. She smiles. Opens the door and nearly falls back as Arya all but tackles her. How she manages to do it without spilling the – judging by the aroma – fried chicken, is a mystery. A mystery worthy of her sister.
“Oof!” She groans. “Hey, Arya.”
“Hey, Sans,” Her sister’s voice is muffled against her. Then Arya lifts her hands, “Good fried chicken sandwiches. Ugh, it reeks of paint.” When Arya notices Lady there, she sends her air kisses, “Hey fluffbutt, I didn’t get you anything. Sorry.”
“Thank you. And yeah, I just finished the living room.” She smiles at her sister. “Do you want the tour now or after the food? And don’t worry about Lady, I got her the gourmet food she likes.”
Arya looks around and gives a solemn nod of approval. “You’re keeping it white? And after, I’m starving.”
“Sage green,” She says. “But it was dark gray and needed a white layer first. Come on, the kitchen’s ready.”
“Yeah, Jon said it was.” Arya says as she follows her. Then whistles, “Damn, you got a great house.”
In the kitchen, she grabs two plates and two sodas from the fridge. “I know! I could not believe this house was so cheap!”
“You lucked out,” Arya says as she pulls the sandwiches, fries and onion rings and passes one of everything to her. “I should bring you house hunting with me, maybe luck will strike twice.”
She nods at her sister and goes straight for the onions, “I’ll come whenever.”
They sit and eat in companionable silence. The older they get, the less need they feel to fill every moment with words. Yes, now they speak more and more often, but they also have those moments when they sit side by side in silence and simply bask in each other’s presence.
Once the food is done, she turns towards her sister. “You know, I think this house is haunted.”
Arya nearly spits out the soda in her mouth, “What?!”
Too late she realizes that maybe this might not have been a good idea. She hesitates, but knowing Arya, she will be restless until she has the answers. “Last night, I heard footsteps in the hallway. And no, Lady didn’t growl or bark at all.”
Arya nods, “That could explain why a house like this was so cheap.”
“Yeah, maybe.” She admits. “But no one said anything, Roslin, my real estate agent, didn't mention it.”
“Maybe because they wanted to unload it.” Arya looks thoughtful for a moment, then takes another sip of her soda. Then grins, “So… can I stay and hear the footsteps?”
She snorts, she should have known her sister would ask. “Fine, but it’s late at night and you’re staying. I don’t want you to drive late. And… you’re helping me with dusting.”
Arya groans, “Oh, c’mon on, Sans.”
“Nope, if you want a show, earn it.”
And that’s how they spend the rest of their day. Cleaning, putting polish to the few pieces of furniture that she has and giving the first layer of white paint to the other rooms that need it.
She lends her sister a shirt and shorts, and they both tuck into bed after a meal of delivered soup (she needs to go and buy more groceries). And they spend the night quietly watching movies, each taking a turn to decide.
When the clock signals one in the morning, she can hear some faint footsteps approaching.
“Arya, shhh…”
Arya’s eyes grow wide indicating that she has heard it. The footsteps grow louder as they come ever closer. They stop at her door. and then retreat again. “Sans… I think you have a ghost.”
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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years
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“Magnus. That was fifteen years ago.”
I’m sorry what ? He had 15 years to tell Shinyun before it got to a boiling point, and he didn’t? Like I thought their trying to figure out Edom heirdom or whatever started happening way before this ?
Also I’m confused about the ‘adopt her’ situation? I don’t know if its just that I am not picking up on a social cue there or what? Like it seems like the most beneficial solution to both Magnus and Shinyun, and I didn’t think Alec was saying like unadopt her after passing it on, was he? like I thought “that’s it” meant Magnus is done with Edom, why would it mean with Shinyun? He already has stuck with her, why wouldn’t he continue? but he jumped straight to Alec is saying drop Shinyun.
All I can think about is Shinyun right now so continuing. How often did her and Magnus see each other/talk to each other prior to Asmodeus dying? Cause like, they’re best friends (ish) but they don’t really tell each other anything?? or I guess Shinyun doesn’t, I don’t know.
Oof. Okay. There is a bit to unpack here. I'll give it a shot.
Yes. He found out 15 years ago and he didn't tell her. I understand his hesitation (even Shinyun says it's good that he didn't tell her because she would have reacted badly at that age) but still, he could have told her SOMETHING to kind of soften the blow. It's Magnus' fault here. So, yeah. I agree.
2. Alec did mean to "drop her". I think that was clear. Because he didn't deny it when Magnus questioned it. Also, just before this talk, Alec also said he doesn't care about Shinyun at all. You can't adopt people you hate like that. It will be so messy. I think that's another thing Magnus was worried about.
I think it's different for Magnus. If he "adopts" Shinyun, it's something he has to live with forever. I don't think he will take such a decision lightly. So, even if he gives up on Edom, he will be responsible for Shinyun. I don't think he wants that - which is fair. Also, not to mention, how this would affect Magnus and Rafe. So, I don't think it's a "simple" solution as Alec claimed it to be. I feel like it would make things worse tbh.
3. This is where it's a bit complicated. Idk maybe not. I wanted Magnus and Shinyun's friendship to be a little unconventional, but relatable for adults in their last 20s or 30s. For starters, let's remember they both live apart in diff countries and have incredibly busy lives. But that's just one thing. There are a lot of close friends who care for each other very much but barely talk to each other. For eg, my best friend and I (who also live in diff countries) only talk to each other once every four months. But if she calls me in the mid of a night saying her bf broke up with her (and she did) I will legit pack my bags and run to her (which I also did). I feel like these kinds of relationships need to be normalized. Where you don't talk all the time and tell each other everything but you are still very good friends. I would like to see more of this in media tbh.
I also wanted their friendship to reflect the canon friendship between warlocks, which is unique as we know. They don't meet all the time. They only meet each other in a few decades or even centuries. For example, take Magnus and Catarina. That woman legit raised a baby and watched him grow up and Magnus was not part of any of that. He didn't even know Ephraim. But he was there for her when Catarina lost the child. Same with Raphael and Magnus too. They don't see each other often but they are when shit gets real.
That's how I wanted to portray Shinyun and Magnus in TLND. It's a very diff friendship from what Jace and Alec have. But no less important. Just wanted to capture that :)
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meowthiroth · 2 years
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i can NOT believe my friend and i managed to get almost everything moved out of mom’s house in one trip last night
now it’s kind of all just sitting in a pile in the middle of our room & I feel rly bad about it, but in my defense it was like 3am when we finally got done unloading it & i just. needed to go tf to bed
…gonna have to get up and start unpacking things eventually but rn I’m kinda like. oof ouch ow my femurs
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skzonthebrain · 8 months
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okay nah cause if I’d logged on and seen that I woulda been like ‘asdfghjkl she missed me😭😭😭😭❤️❤️’ and then probs cried or somethin idk, I’m sorry for disappearing sm, I’m reading a wholeass fuckin novel on Ao3 rn (AND IT IS SO GOOD HOLY FUCKING CRACKERS OOF) and keep like forgetting everything else exists🥸😅😅
NO BC EXACTLY, TAKE ME TO YOUR SECRET SPOT PLZ + THX😭🤚
anyways~ P:18 -> 🤠
okay but like, as much as I cannot stand Harin (and I truly can’t bc I’ve had friends like her) I kinda wanna see her expose some shit???😭 IS THAT BAD?! probably but you already know I live for the angst and if he ain’t groveling to get back into good graces what’s the point, but also ig he sorta already did that so idk
Yeonjun babe, you’re my mvp rn, I need you to essentially sweep Y/n off her feet until Chris gets jealous and actually makes it official, love you bub, doing the lords work rn (nah cause I read an smau once -an anime one- that literally was completely formatted as a character a story and then literally ended with reader getting with character b and then the author made an ALTERNATE ENDING ROUTE that actually ended with character a and that shit was so funny to me bc author legit never changed it, if I found it rn it still says character a x reader fic and it’s absolutely not lmao. that rant all for me to be like,,,,, imagine tho? that’d be mad funny I can’t even lie🤧)
FRIEND GROUPSSSS oh how I missed all the babies😮‍💨🤧🤧🤧 Jisungie feels a bit angy at Channie still (rightfully so honestly) but I hope there’s not too much drama on the camping trip, for Innie, Sungie, and Binnie if for nothing else, they for sure deserve a relaxing get away😔😔😔
fantastic job as always✨🥺 love ya the most, drink water, eat your meals, all that good stuff😌😌 ciao😚
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I will remember this for next time and not hold myself back 👀
Please don't apologise for disappearing its all good! Life happens and I def don't expect anyone to be here all the time!! I just love your messages so much that's all!
Also drop the Ao3 novel 👀
P18 -> No FR hahaha I LIVE for the drama and tbh I've been wanting to add so much angst to this series but I also don't want to upset the readers HELP
Yeonjun really out here not only stepping on toes, but full on RUNNING THEM OVER IN HIS CAR?? We've also heard from somewhere before that Chan was already alittle jealous over a certain phone situation...just imagine what it's going to be like with a whole ass bouquet of ROSES 👀 (I love alternative endings! However I get so invested in 'endgame' couples I could just never hahaha)
DEF still some tension with Chan and Ji, however I feel like Jisung's anger toward Harin would be too powerful to make him actually mad at Chan over her if that makes sense? Because like hell would Ji let Harin ruin his friendships!
Binnie is really out here trying to be mature and keep shit together, he needs a whiskey on ice ASAP
Camping trip is gonna be SOMETHING lemme tell ya that...
Thank you for unpacking my fics with me I really love chatting about them with you 😭💕
Love you Clover! Take care of yourself and have a good rest of your week! Also that novel you're reading, I hope it has the love interest grovelling for the reader after some crazy angst plot and the reader takes them back in the most heart shattering, passionate display of love you've ever seen, cus that's what you deserve 😭💕
bye for nowww <3
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drakesmistakes · 1 year
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Oof, incoming confession
I am sexually attracted to women
But like I'm actually confirming it
I think other women are beautiful and sometimes I lowkey be oogling them
But very, very picky on who I would have sex with
There's not a lot of girls I look at and be like yes wanna have sex with her
So am I bi curious now? Idk who to talk to about this
And I don't think I'm against larger women
Not surprising, no one with make up on makes me think or feel that way
I've realized from my ptastes that I really like minimum make up natural beauty women
And I don't care for ass
It's great but as long as you make your body shape work for you then that's all that's needed
Like idk maybe it's because I'm getting like little splotches of periods so I'm like being honest with myself maybe, but I do want to touch a girl, and I kind of want to eat pussy more than I want my eaten but I wouldn't be opposed to it
Like I want to watch two women have sex and I'm wanna watch a woman and a man have sex, and I want to watch a threesome. And I don't know how to talk about this with anybody because, everybody already assumes that I'm like bi already or that I like girls, been fighting very hard to like not feel this way if I'm honest, and I don't know who to talk to about it or like like I I genuinely don't know how to feel and I really don't know who I can talk to. I don't want to prove people right. And I know I do carry a lot of masculine energy That's what I'm mostly thinking about, like and I'm not even completely opposed to it but like I was already thinking like I want to get back in the gym in the way I know I never really went but like I want to get into like fitness and taking care of my body and like exercising cuz I feel like it would really help my moods. And just now I was like you know it's crazy, cuz I would not get my body looking right for the sake of a man, but for women? Oh yeah, I would definitely look better for women, I like pretty girls, but I have a thing for girls that are naturally pretty, I don't know if it's like a thing of me trying to love me? That's also what I'm wondering cuz it's like the type of girls that I'm interested in are kind of me in a way, they have a natural beauty to them and... Weirdly enough I think I like them shy, I probably would need her like somebody that's like shy in public but like in private shes a bit more touchy That would be cool, lol I'm thinking about what kind of girl I like, I don't mind when they're quiet I like that sometimes
I don't mind if they like to talk either, I really do mind the loud ones who are not scared to shoot they shot no offense they are not my type I don't know what it is lol I feel so embarrassed and also biased, I feel like a very misogynistic man right now, I don't know what it is for real but I do not like women that shoot they shot at me cuz they're usually aggressive and I think when it comes to women I think when it comes to people in general I need somebody who has a good amount of self-control like maybe the reason why I want somebody that's like me is because we're going to act similar I don't like I'm not one of those lambs who need the line to compress up on me and all that like I would actually like it if we took our time and slowly unpacked everything so that way I can start to gradually feel more and more comfortable
Like loud flashy women that like a lot of name brands and makeup like flashy stuff that's probably really not my type of women, if you have nice weave and hair I could deal with that or even if you get your nails done all the time cuz I get it, but it's like I don't know like if you put on makeup everyday like heavy makeup you always got on big eyelashes you're always really loud got to twerk at every party like I don't know I don't know if you really my vibe like and here's the thing I'm still open to it because what if I meet somebody like that and they're like that outside but when we're inside they're very to themselves and private and like like we vibe more, I would like that
Here's my thing of why I feel bad, which is also funny to me, cuz I've seen other people do it in not feel bad but they not me we're not like built the same in a way, I feel kind of like low about it because it's like I think women are good enough to screw but I don't think they're good enough for me to like date and like pursue anything romantic? It sounds kind of just like I look at women like they're there for my pleasure, and it's not like that at all it's just I'm realizing that I find women to be very beautiful and sometimes I do want to experience sexual interactions and connections with my gender, but I think when it comes to sex I would have sex with a man a girl or somebody that's non-binary I don't think any of those would really like matter to me on a sexual note as long as like they are intelligent and we can actually connect cuz I'm a sapiosexual, if we can't actually make a connection, I don't really want to touch you or nothing that's why I like some of those girls I think that's why maybe I'm not attracted to those types of women because like usually, in my experience it's not all the time cuz I can admit that but usually those types of flashy women I was talking about don't be talking about nothing i be talking about. They don't talk about anything that I be talking about, It's more about gossip and drama and a whole bunch of other stuff, like and I never like targeted her but like girls like let's call her plum fishbone for now, like I knew for a fact that if I was gay or actually by and this person was bi I probably would have actually just shot my shot and I don't know if it would have been just sexual I think I would have like shot my shot first have been like talking I don't know if I would have dated her that's my thing so that's how I feel like it's a waste of time but I know that like I would have been interested in talking to her and getting to know each other in like developing a connection like in an alternate world but it's like something in me can't never see me actually being with a woman and being like yes we have romantic feelings for each other like I don't know like I don't that's why I'm saying it alternate universe cuz I'm like even now I'm like I don't that's why I said like yeah I want to talk to you but I don't know if I would be with you like I don't have the desire like I don't have the genuine desire to be with a woman unless it's sexual and that's why I do feel like a bit of a scumbag
Like I don't know how to say that or talk to anybody about it I genuinely don't, and I could talk to boys about it all day but they're not going to really get it, part of me tempted to start a tinder just to make friends and ask them about it
It's not that I want to be single like for that reason but if I do become single that's really something I'm going to like explore for real, especially like once I start working different places and hopefully eventually working for different events we get to meet different people and I got to be a bit more social but I could talk to some people, and it's not like girls won't find me cuz I feel like that dumb girl that we met I'm just going to leave it as dumb for now lol I felt like she was kind of interested in me like she just listened to me drunk ramble and even bought me a drink and I know she has a boyfriend but it's I'm a girl so what that means lol like and she's not the only person cuz that Zoe V girl let's just put It like that, she was low he hitting on me too I'm like getting my boyfriend is right here and your boyfriend is right here like what is happening 😭😭
Yo it's besides me that every time I get inside a relationship women be hitting on me straight, like I was with DayQuil and I stopped to try and help that lady cuz I'm thinking she crying, lmao, shorty going to look at me and say I'm fine ask me if I got a man or something I'm like yo what
And lets not even get started on like at school, the amount of girls that would try and hit on me or look at me and like giggle with their friends, see where I am now I would have done it and I understand why I didn't do it then but that threesome with that girl and Brian lol All these fake names but yeah that would have been cool but she wasn't my type of girl but at the same time she didn't wear a lot of makeup but it was the demeanor and the energy That's what I'm saying like no offense no birds, I don't want no bird women I think that's what it is If you were a bird, and even if you look like a bird if you not really a bird I could do that I could deal with that but if you a bird I don't want you to talk to me like I'm not interested in you I'm sorry lol
Yeah I'm writing now because I be following a lot of like why don't follow them but like on my other social media pages I watch a lot of like internet p0rm And I sometimes watch way more girl stuff than guys stuff and I'm willing to read girl stuff and see it I mean here's my thing tho I watch gay stuff too so like I guess it all ties in yo my fear right I'm going to tell you what my fear is, my fear is that I'm actually gay deep down inside and that's why none of my relationships with men work out but also I think I'm just really picky and I know for a fact relationships with women would not work out as well so I think I'm just made to be a bit more single and knock on wood but there is a possibility I wouldn't be able to have kids So I really don't know but damn it that was the case like for a good while especially cuz I know I could just adopt I would be outside 😭😭
Just getting to see is good enough for me
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🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅
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Shiratorizawa x Female Manager
What would it be like managing a bunch of grumpy, stoic birdies?
Warnings: Oikawa None
A/N: Third installment of the Manager's Series! I'm having so much fun with these!
Oof
Big OOF
ok first off, you needed a club for school
Let's just say it was a requirement so you had to find something
All your friends were managing teams so you thought you'd try
For some reason, no one wanted to manage the men's volleyball team 👀
Gee I wonder why 🙃
Immediately upon entering the court, the stares almost break you
These boys (besides Tendo) all have killed rbf
See gif for proof
It feels like a million daggers on you
The younger coach greets you kindly and you hand him your application
He's shocked
He asked you if you are sure??
You nod 😊
Are you absolutely positive? 👀
You nod again 😗
You are absolutely 100% positive you want this YN?
OMG YES 😳
your trial starts
Tendo is immediately attracted to you
Not even in a romance way necessarily but just because he's curious about the girl who thinks she can handle THE Shiratorizawa
You simply smile as you go about your tasks
The boys 👉🏻 amazed
You handle everything with class and grace
The coach asks you to set up the nets before hand... you not only set up the nets but you make sure all the volleyball are filled and ready
The boys need water... you did that 10 minutes ago and even prepared snacks for a nutritional boost
Semi LOVES you because of how prepared and responsible you are
Reon and Yamagata respect how adapt you are at caring for the team
Tendo simply adores you
You two become best friends 🤚🏻
Shirabu and Kawanishi don't really say much to you
Shirabu occasionally asks you to toss for his sets which you kindly do
Kawanishi likes how prepared you are, ready with his water bottle after a long hard practice
Goshiki 😌
The precious first year bby has the biggest crush on you
He is always asking for your help during practice
Adores you so much when you praise him
The team gets jealous when you cheer for Goshiki
Of course they will never admit to it
But you know 😏
You cheer for all of them
Queue the blushy bois ☺
Hugs and high fives are their favorite
Tendo will carry you around
It can't be avoided
Now for the great stoic Ushiwaka
Everyone is nervous for your interaction 👀
You both seem to tip toe around each other for a good month before you finally have an interaction
You hand papers to Ushiwaka showing stats for the team
Ushiwaka says "thank you YN" with a small smile (like the one from Season 4, you know one 😊) and walks away
The team 👉🏻🤯🤯🤯
Ushiwaka respects you as a valuable part of the team
He even sits with you on the team bus 🤚🏻
Completely unprompted, man's asks you if he can sit with you
Of course you say yes
The team doesn't know how to react 😳
They simply stare 👁👄👁
Tendo loves you even more
When you arrive at the tournament, you help the team unpack the bus
The team parades into the gym all stoic like 🚶‍♂️😤
Then you come in like 🤪🤸‍♀️
Adorable 🤩
Lucky for you (unlucky for Shiratorizawa) they just so happen to be playing against THE Oikawa
You were well aware of Seijoh and Oikawa
You knew Oikawa was a known flirt and you were prepared
You took your job very serious and now was not the time to flirt
No matter how cute you thought the Seijoh team was
Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi mainly
You set up the bench while the boys participate in spiking practice
Oikawa spots you 👀 👉🏻😏
Strides over to you
"Well hello there and who might you be?"
Shiratorizawa sees this and runs 🏃🏃‍♂️🏃🏃‍♂️🏃 to your side asap
Ushiwaka is first to arrive 🤚🏻
Stands in front of you like 🧍‍♂️😑
Honestly everyone is shocked
Oikawa 👉🏻 shocked
Shiratorizawa 👉🏻 mind blown
Seijoh 👉🏻 panicked
You 👉🏻🧎‍♀️🍿
"If you want to talk to our manager, you should have come to Shiratorizawa"
Oikawa 👉🏻 dead 💀
Tendo cant stop laughing
Semi and Reon are just staring 😲
Iwaizumi is off to collect Oikawa and apologize
You just stand there like 🤨 wtf just happened
Ushiwaka doesn't say anything to you
His spikes almost killed Oikawa
Shiratorizawa wins in straight sets
Hugs, more hugs and high fives all around
Even for Ushiwaka who picks you up in an embrace
You've bonded 🥰
Goshiki tries to lift you up too
He wants to be the ace poor bby
He fails and you fall
Tendo laughs, you laugh, Shirabu glares at Goshiki
You return to the bus
Tendo tries to sit with you
Ushiwaka is having none of that
If tendo won't move he simply lifts you over the seat to sit next to him
"I- uh ok then" 🧎‍♀️
Tendo bugs you the whole drive back
You are tired from your long day
Ushiwaka rests your head on his shoulder as you sleep
The team coos are how adorable their manager is 🥰
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heythere-mel · 2 years
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Grey Patch
Frankie Morales x F!reader
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Summary: Frankie is thinking of coloring his beard.
W/C: <600
Warnings: just some typical Frankie fluff
A/N: So I made this post a year ago apparently. Y’all def know by now that the greys in P’s beard are one of my favorite features about him so naturally, this little blurb is the result of that adoration. Paired with and inspired by the above photo of our favorite pilot and his greys, obviously. Enjoy! 🤍
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Frankie has come to terms with the fact that he was getting older. That realization paired with some recent remarks from Pope about, “just because you are getting old doesn’t mean you have to look it.” is what brought him to this particular section down the hair product aisle during his latest shopping trip. He stands looking over the box of beard dye in his hands, signature furrow in his brow as he reads the instructions to himself.
“How it works. Mix. Brush. Rinse. Get your best beard ever in 5 minutes. Hmm, doesn’t seem too complicated.” giving his beard a little scratch at the sides.
Frankie tosses the box into the grocery basket along with the few items you had requested for dinner that night and proceeds to check out.
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“Hermosa I’m home!”
“In the kitchen!”
He turns the corner to see you in the middle of cooking dinner, swaying around the space to whatever soul song is blaring off your “cooking” playlist. It’s a sight he would never tire of.
“Hey baby!” turning to help him with the bags, “you find everything alright?” bringing him into a sweet kiss.
You start unpacking, looking for the last ingredients needed to finish up when you come across a smaller bag, curious of the contents inside.
“What’s this for?” holding up the little box of color.
“Ohh, I-I thought maybe I’d try something new.” Shit, I knew I should have just left that in the truck.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I thought, maybe I could look a little younger for you? Maybe get some of this to grow in while we’re at it.” pointing to the smoother places that lacked any sort of growth amongst the beard scattering his jaw.
“Frankie, you don’t need to do that. Do you have any idea how sexy I find this.” coming closer and cupping his face. “Look at the beautiful salt and pepper you have here.”
“Pshh! More salt than anything these days.”
“And what’s wrong with that? This is experience right here,” giving his face a once over. “You’ve lived! It should be embraced.”
“Yeah I guess so, but what about this?” Picking at the way the hair has grown in, or as he described once as looking ‘undernourished.’ “Wouldn’t you rather have a man who can at least grow a decent beard? Like Pope or something?”
“Ew, no!! And I’m sorry but Santi has no one to thank but his mother for that dark, thick beard gene. I mean, no disrespect, I love Mrs. Garcia but, oof!”
Frankie barks out a laugh at that.
“¡Qué mala!”
“Plus, this is where all the kisses go,” brushing over each grey portion followed by the hairless spots, giving them just a few extra as well.
Frankie sighs, closing his eyes and relishing in the feeling of your lips ghosting over his skin. Your reassuring words offering some peace of mind. He goes to wrap you in his arms, hands settling perfectly on your waist as you slot yourself between his legs.
“Thank you hermosa. I love you so damn much you know that.”
“I know. I love you too cariño. Remember I vowed to, no matter what. We’re gonna grow so old together Francisco, grey hairs and all. I hope you’re ready for it.”
“Looking forward to it.”
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