#i need to fuck him sooooo bad i might faint.

[oscalesoffeeling]

hysterical, hysteria, etc.

[softquietsteadylove]

JESUS your prompt with Gil being a special force agent was sooooo good! The DRAMA! my heart! Pls do a part 2! the mission and if he fulfilled his promise! I need to know! May the drama, action and sweetness be with you! :D

Gil opened his eyes to a white ceiling and a dim light over him. Last he remembered was the operation and covering the stairwell. He was pretty sure it was going well, last he recalled.

He tried to raise his hand to rub his eyes but found it occupied. He looked down, and now he was pretty sure he had died during the sting and was now in his own personal heaven.

Thena was asleep in the chair next to his recovery bed, head on her arm, her hand holding his in her sleep.

Yeah, he had definitely died. He must have, for this to be happening.

"Hey, man."

Gil startled, looking over and getting just a peek at Kingo, where the curtain between their beds had been pulled a little too far. He could just see a little bit of him. "What happened?"

"It went fine until there were more unsubs than we thought," Kingo narrated, his eyebrow doing a lot of work to help him express what he thought of it all. "One of them tried to take the stairwell to escape and, well, that's where you come in, pal."

Right, now Gil could recall the weight of three men plowing into him, pushing them all down one and a half flights of stairs. And that was before he had to fight and apprehend them all, too.

"Good thing you were in there," Kingo puffed out a faint laugh. "That's the Boss, though--doesn't leave any stone unturned."

Yes, that certainly was their surprisingly fretful and caring boss. Gil snuck a look back at her on his other side, probably completely concealed from Kingo's view by his body. At least for the time being, so long as he could be cool about it.

"Relax, I know she's there."

Fuck.

"She came in a few hours ago, after everyone else and the higher ups had already come in to tell us the mission went well," Kingo snorted amidst his quiet laughter. "She took one look at you and didn't leave your side--obviously still hasn't."

Gil blushed, his hand aching to tighten around hers but not wanting to risk waking her and ending his little moment of bliss.

"She really cares about you, big guy," Kingo said softly from his half of the room. "Tries not to--I guess it wouldn't look too good for her rep. But it's obvious you mean a lot to her, at least from where I stand."

"Well," Gil sighed, now free to look at her all he liked with Kingo's graciously given secrecy. She looked even more beautiful than she did when she had her stern Goddess of War face on. "She means a lot to me, too."

"Oh my god, I'm going to sleep."

"You brought it up!" Gil hissed at his partner, who was already faking a deep, loud snoring next to him. Gil rolled his eyes, at least shifting to look at Thena again. As soon as she did wake up he was going to tell her to sleep in a proper bed, for the love of-

"Gil?" Thena blinked herself awake, pulling her head up and cracking her neck through her discomfort. She looked at him, finding him still asleep. She sighed, "what am I going to do with you?"

Gil let himself 'awaken' as he felt her fingers brush over his forehead. If he let this go any further he might not be able to live with himself. He opened his eyes and the first thing he did was smile at her, "hey."

"Hey," she smiled back, resisting the urge to put a nautical mile of distance between them. In just this particular moment, her concern for him won. "How are you feeling?"

"Well, I'm guess I'm pumped full of drugs at the moment, so not so bad," Gil noted lightly, much to Thena's chagrin. He was always like this, happily reporting that so long as things went well, then he could endure whatever collateral damage he had suffered in the process.

"You had quite a fall, Gil, and then quite a fight," Thena informed him more firmly, one hand still on his, the other smoothing down some of his bed head for him. "It's nothing to take lightly."

"But I still did it," he proclaimed proudly. She blinked at him in confusion, but his smile only grew, "I cam back to you...alive."

"I suppose you did," she cleared her throat, finally pulling back and standing, brushing off her skirt suit and smoothing down her hair.

He supposed it could have been the weird hospital lighting, but Gil really could have sworn there was a little bit of pink in her cheeks. "I will next time too, Thena."

She spared him another, quickly withering glare. Her hand brushed over his shoulder ever so lightly - and too quick for his hand to come up and reach for it to keep it there - before she went to retrieve his doctor, "consider it a direct order."

Kingo lay in his bed, wide awake and wishing he weren't.

[internalsealpanic]

Cosmonauts

Summary: You always call Tim space related nicknames. No one knows why.

A/n: This is technically a follow up to Art Gallery Smile but it can be read on its own. This was posted on mobile so Idk how bad it got formatted. Will edit when I get to my laptop.

Warnings: mentions of panic attack and anxiety. No graphic detail but just in case. (Yes, I gave Tim anxiety. Fight me.)

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“IT WAS ZOMBIE ADJACENT,” Roz protests, shoving another one of Tim’s fries into her gaping maw in a vain attempt to stop the petulant pout retching its way to her lips. You roll your eyes hard enough that your entire head follows along with their movement, taking a nibble of your own fries. Roz scowls, mouth twitching the way yours does (4 times to the left and 4 and a half times to the right) it was honestly the only way to tell that you two were related in any shape or form. 

“It wasn’t even close, you deep-fried stick of margarine,”

“It shambled, didn’t it?”

 

“So does Space Case over here when you don’t funnel enough caffeine into his system, what’s your point?” You bite out leaning back, slinging your arm over the back of the bench and over Tim’s shoulder making his breath hitch. Tim can feel his skin heat up. For once, he’s thankful for just how much Roz hordes your attention.  He’s starting to run out of excuses for the color of his cheeks. Not that you ever fell for any of it from the way you hummed every time he stammered out his excuse. 

 

Based on the way your hand flexes and not so subtly moves away, you noticed his flush but made no comment. Instead, you grin- all sharp teeth and cocksure and smug bastard- leveling your older cousin a look which roughly translated to ‘Checkmate, motherfucker’. Despite his apprehension, Tim can’t help the smile that twitched on to his lips. Your eyes flickered to him. It might just be his imagination but Tim was pretty sure he saw fondness chip away at your smug grin. Tim kind of wants to lean into your arm but instead, he leans forward pretending to pay attention hiding his smile in his hands. His face is gonna get tired from smiling too much around you. 

"It wasn't even close,"

"It was freaky looking,"

"Damn woman, you're being real judgy there,"

“Back me up here Duckie!” Roz screeches, shoulders hiking up making her look like a frazzled cat about to hiss pulling Tim away from his reverie. You roll your eyes all the way to the back of your head while Steph just snorts. Tim sighs. None of you have stopped calling him ‘Duckie’ or ‘Ducktective’ after that stint of being ‘Drake’.  Admittedly, it wasn’t his best idea but you didn’t have to laugh that hard and slap your knee. When you were done laughing, you vehemently protested the name change by wearing your precious, well-kept, one of a kind Red Robin hoodie for the duration of the ‘Drake’ thing. You had said it was to bring him back to his senses (sense of fashion).  Maybe you just wanted to fluster him. He certainly couldn’t put it past you. It worked. Oh, it definitely worked. Now, all he could think about was how nice you looked in his colors which inevitably lead him to think about how nice you would look in his shirts, in his clothes- Damn it. He’s doing it again. 

Roz clears her throat. It is loud and rough and it makes all of you wince despite the already loud atmosphere of the cafeteria. Really what does Roz expect him to say? One, Tim wasn’t fully paying attention. How could he when you two are smooshed together on a cramped cafeteria bench with you still wearing your Red Robin hoodie? Tim’s surprised he isn’t keeling over. Two- 

 

“See! Even our darling-” Tim’s brain short circuits. “Space Cadet can’t even defend your bullshit,” you laugh reaching over to Roz’s drink leaning a little too close to Tim’s face. He can almost feel the heat radiating off your skin. 

 

If I lean in just a little more, I could probably…

 

“It isn’t bullshit!”

 

“You’re right! Bullshit has more substance-”

 

“Sooooo, what’s with all the space nicknames for Tim? When do I get one?” Steph asks casually, popping another of Tim’s fries into her mouth. 

 

Has he even eaten any of his fries? It’s almost gone and he’s eaten at most one.

 

You choke making a pained noise, likely due to said carbonated drink going into your nostrils (and possibly your lungs), as you turn away. Your neck visibly red from where Tim is sitting. Based on the sparkle in Steph’s eyes, she can see it too. A manic grin spreads on Roz’s face wide enough that Tim legitimately worries that it’ll split her face wide open. A shrill sort of giggle escapes her which has you whipping your head to her direction to scowl at her. It does absolutely nothing to deter the sheer glee on her face as she sneers back to you. Some secret conversation passes between the two of you. Tim and Steph watch in slow motion as mortification creeps on to your face. 

 

Suddenly (not really), Tim’s thankful that his only sister is practically a saint. At least compared to the horror that is Roz. 

 

Actually, now that he thinks about it, you have a plethora of space-themed nicknames for him when you aren’t busy calling him whatever endearingly aggravating name Steph came up with that week. 

 

Cosmo

 

Space Case

 

Space Nuts

 

Rocket Man

Martian Manhunter

 

ET

 

Marvin (the Martian)

 

And your favorite, Cosmonaut.

 

At first, he figures it was because of his obsession love for Star Wars and Star Trek but no, that couldn’t be it since you had started calling him that long before you two ended up marathoning the entirety of Star Trek instead of working on your project. He can still remember just how engrossed you looked while watching as you hugged your knees to your chest leaning forward as you waited for the next episode to start up with bated breath. Your features highlighted by the glow of the laptop screen making it very easy for Tim to memorize the contours and angles of your expression. Yet another moment Tim really wanted to capture with a photo. You even did your mouth twitch thing without noticing.

 

 He really wanted to just keep an entire album of all the different expressions you made. Wait. That sounds weird. Does it sound weird? It probably does.

 

 Then again, maybe you called him those because of just how much of a weirdo he was. He couldn’t blame you if you did. But he found that highly unlikely. Sure, you can be mean at times (a lot of times) but you were too oblique for that. Years in customer service made sure of that. Your jabs were usually of the subtler, more needling variety. The type that makes you pause for too long.  Plus, you said every nickname with a fondness that made his heart skip a beat. It was like when you called Roz or Steph ‘Fucker’. Maybe a little warmer. Or he could just be imagining that. Probably. Hopefully not. It was hard to get the honey-sweet way you said them out of his head.

 

Maybe they were just jabs. Lighthearted one. They could have just had easily been comments on just how much he spaced out. Tim has a tendency to live in his own head and it shows especially when he’s stressed or tired or both. Sometimes he would completely shut down as a result of excess anxiety. He can still remember the number of times he had let his anxieties run rampant letting them drag him away from the moment. His breaths were too quick to back then. He felt like he was gonna faint but then you just smiled at him like you were there for him which as it turned out you were. You gently squeezed each segment of his fingers until his breaths slowed. Even when he did fully calm down, you didn’t relinquish his hand. You held them firmly in your own even as you looked entirely unsure of what to do and what to say. You didn’t whisper the usual ‘you’re ok’ or the classic ‘you’ll be fine’. No, you just sat there with him quietly. Letting his feelings ebb and flow as he needed them to. 

 

Tim really isn’t sure what he did to deserve even knowing someone like you but he would do it again and again if it meant being able to stick close to you. 

 

Roz, ever the agent of chaos, throws a conspiratorial smile around the table like a flail. You look like you’ve been hit by one.

 

“Sorry, Steph. You won’t get one,” she says glancing at you. Steph pouts before she and Tim follow Roz’s gaze expecting you to glower or snarl or get up to deck her. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. You just kind of sit there frozen and mortified with a face that simply says ‘Oh. God. This is happening.’. All you can really do is mouth a ‘fuck you’. This obviously pleases Roz. Say what you will about Roz, but there is abso-fucking-lutely no denying that she is petty as hell when it comes to revenge. Nothing is sacred to this woman. Nothing.

 

“Why’s that?” Steph asks innocently, smiling around her bendy straw also enjoying this rare chance to torment you. 

 

“I’m so glad you asked!” Roz answers her voice twisting into a horrifying facsimile of a daytime talk show host. You peel your arm away from the backrest and place your arms over your head and neck as you do in an earthquake drill bracing for impact. By the way, you were shaking, you’d think there was an actual earthquake. Your reasoning can’t be that stupid. 

 

“My dear Stephanie-” Steph scrunches her nose at the overly sweet tone Roz lathers on her name but makes no move to interrupt. “(y/n) only uses space-related nicknames for people they think are- and I quote- ‘waaaaaay outta their league’,” You let out a pained groan and Steph’s face unfurls as she lets out the loudest snort, loud enough to draw the attention of several tables around them. 

 

Tim’s mind is still reeling, still trying to process what Roz just said. 

 

Him?

 

Out of your league? 

 

Excuse him, isn’t it the other way around? 

 

What the hell? 

 

“Tim, for the love of Alfred, please unhear that,” you plead wetly, parking your head out just enough for Tim to see just how red your face has gotten. “God, please unhear it or I might just die,” Tim kind of didn’t doubt that you would. Steph somehow laughs even louder at this. Roz, not one to miss pouring salt in the wound, laughs along with her. You look like you wanted to implode out of existence.  You could certainly try but Tim seriously doubts the universe is kind enough to let you escape. 

 

Yeah, Tim’s brain has officially left the building. He’ll be back at 9 o’clock sharp tomorrow. Promise. 

 

“You mean to tell me that-” Steph chokes, unable to control her laughing fit. “-You’re telling me that you’ve been watching them pine for each other for over a year now and you just let them?!” Steph wheezes still holding her stomach.  

 

Roz looks offended and makes a whiny little noise. “Weeeell, technically I offered to wingman-”

 

“YOU WERE GONNA CHARGE ME FIFTY BUCKS,” 

 

“Hey, matchmaking is hard,”

 

“It isn’t worth fifty bucks!”

 

“You’re right! It is worth so much more,”

 

“God, I hate you,” you groan into the table. 

 

“God can’t help you now, kid,”

Tim frowns, mind backtracking to dissect the information. Apparently, his brain decided to clock back in. 

 

They knew. Even Roz ‘I don’t give a shit what you do as long as it doesn’t affect me’ Andrada, noticed. Was he that obvious?

A year? Wait. No. Over a year. They knew about this for over a year. 

Lastly, what do you mean each other?! As in mutual? Mutual pining? 

As if reading his thoughts, you ask “Wait… what do you mean each other?”

 

Roz blinks at you not entirely sure if you’re being funny. When you give her a look, she slumps back in her chair. “I’m related to a dumbass,”

 

“That you are. Speaking of dumbasses-” Steph whips her attention to Tim giving him a shit-eating grin.”-You said you were waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask (y/n) out, right?” Steph waves her hands doing jazz hands as she points at your still dumbstruck figure. She’s smiling as if she was the world’s best wingman at the moment.

 

 Tim suppresses a groan. “This isn’t exactly how I pictured it,”

 

Roz reaches into her pocket and produces a lighter. Grabbing the last of Tim’s fries and lighting it. “There. Mood lighting. Do the thing.”

 

“Ah yes, because surely the scent of burning potatoes is gonna sweep (y/n ) off their feet,”  Tim said flatly crossing his arms. He knows he’s definitely focusing on the wrong thing but as with all things it was easier to procrastinate. This is especially true when you’re afraid of the outcome.   

 

Roz huffs, waving the fry to extinguish it and muttering something about beggars and choosers. “Trust me kid that isn’t hard to do. Besides, did you not hear the part where I quoted (y/n) about you being ‘outta their league’,” You open your mouth to protest but slam it shut when Roz gives you a lopsided grin looking like she had a mountain of dirt on you which she likely did. He was definitely thankful that she has never met his family. He’s pretty sure Gotham wouldn’t survive. 

 

“How could I possibly be out of (y/n)’s league. I- I don’t- I mean- I’m not-”

 

Your body twists his way fast enough that he’s sure you either have whiplash or a twisted spine. Your eyes are set on him glowering as if he’d said something wrong. He’s pretty sure he didn’t although he did have a talent for putting his foot in his mouth. Your jaw is set tight, your teeth almost grind. He could see the tight hitch in your shoulders. He is 100% sure you’re going to deck him. 

 

“Do you want it listed alphabetically or what?”

 

“What?”

 

“Structure it like an argumentative essay. Speak nerd.” Roz instructs, earning her the full force of your glare. Your face pinches even more. Maybe this was the part where you implode. 

 

You suck in a calming breath before turning back to Tim. 

 

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, you are a fucking moron, and here’s why:” Taking another breath, you turn to face him fully your cheeks reddening but you press on either from pure unadulterated spite or determination. 

 

“You quite literally co-run a multibillion-dollar corporation. You’ve been doing that since you were seventeen apparently. You know several languages and you are not only fluent but proficient. You’re well versed in an insane amount of fighting styles. You are the smartest dumbass I know-” 

“Preach!” Steph jokes. 

 

“-You can basically operate any machinery I put in front of you. I have no doubt you can Macgyver one up if you fucking wanted. You could hack into any system you want just as a joke. You could probably throw the entire global economy into the toilet just for shits and giggles. Need I go on?”

 

Tim looks at you wide-eyed and speechless. You shrink a little as he continues to gape at you but you keep looking him in the eyes daring him to refute your claims. Really what was there to say? As much as he wants to come up with something witty to snap back at you, his chest is too crowded with warmth from the absolute sincerity of your voice. He knows you didn’t set out to make him fall deeper in love with you but he feels like he’s in free fall with your gravity pulling him downwards. Tim can feel the heat rising to the tips of his ears. 

 

You shrink again, your mouth twitching. “I-” Another calming breath. “I said too much. But my point stands!” The infinitesimal gap he felt between the two of you practically vanished. Still, he could do nothing but stare. Words fail him in the most inopportune moments even when you look so desperate for any kind of response.  You swallow thickly looking like you think you’ve ruined everything when the fact was you haven’t. Quite the opposite really. Tim feels like he could take on the entirety of Gotham’s rogue gallery right now. Still, his brain was drawing a blank. 

 

“Mood,” His brain has short-circuited and is now beyond repair. His palm is in his face before he even sees your reaction. You give him an entire speech about how great he is and all he can say is ‘mood’. Looking over at Steph and seeing her phone on her hands, he can tell she’s already transcribing the events to the group chat. Well, It can’t get any worse. 

 

You giggle snort eyes slamming shut from the force of your laughter. Joy suffuses throughout your tense body, loosening your tense muscles. “Thank you for proving my point,” you say between gasps.  

 

Tim falls victim to the infectious smile spreading on your face. He feels the warmth crowding his chest grow fuzzy. 

 

Now’s your chance.  

 

Tim takes a steadying breath. He rolls his shoulder back to straighten his posture. He waits for you to calm yourself a bit. When you do, he asks as confidently as he can “Are you free this Saturday?”

 

“No,”

 

Oh crap. He knew he screwed up. He feels cold seep into his feet.  

 

You shake your head at his panic. “I work Saturday, ET,”

 

“Oh, I-”

 

“I have all of Sunday off though,” A hum of excitement spreads through his limbs. “Name your time,”

 

“9 AM?”

 

You give him a look roughly translating to ‘You aren’t going to lose sleep over a date, so help me’.

 

“11:30?” He corrects. You smile and hum seemingly making the oxygen in the atmosphere disappear. He finds that he doesn’t mind, not when he feels like he’s floating on zero gravity. 

 

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Bonus: 

 

Steph: Tim’s a dumbass😌🙃

Damian: Thank you for stating the obvious, Brown. 

Step: 🙄 Do you wanna hear about it or not?

Dick: 👀We’re listening…

Steph: (Y/n) made this whole speech about Tim and all Tim could say was 'mood' cycgu9c8ychic8td 5d8fcouv9ygpuv

Jason: F

Duke: F

Cass: F

Babs: F

Dick: F

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I Can Do This All Day

Prompt: 4. “I cAn Do tHis aLL dAy”

Summary: You knew Steve’s favorite line and you keep trying to pinpoint when he says it and why, leading you to go down memory lane.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: cursing, slight implied smut, gun/gunshots, so much FLUFF

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: This is for @honeyvbarnes​ birthday writing challenge. Happy Birthday booski!!!! Sorry this is later than when expected, things started piling up. I hope you enjoy it! Also shoutout to @this-kitten-is-smitten​ for beta reading, thanks again so so so sooooo much hun!! 

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Ever since Steve Rogers was that scrawny kid in Brooklyn, he’s said it. It started the first time he got his butt whooped behind a diner after a douchebag cat called a girl who was waiting tables. He got up, wiped the blood off his face, and said it. Then of course Bucky found him and well, the rest is history. 

Though it’s his favorite catch phrase, you noticed he only says it during specific times. And you can name each and everyone of them.

—

“Shit!” You yelled fighting off a few Hydra agents. It was supposed to be a simple mission, raid the base and extract some files, but of course it wasn’t empty and they had an ambush set up.

“Language!” You heard over the comms. But it wasn’t Rogers’ voice, rather the rest of the team.

“One time!” Steve yelled over the comms, the sound of his shield hitting people faint in the background.

“That’s all it takes Stevie,” you laughed, getting up from putting one in a choke hold. 

“Yeah yeah,” he faintly chuckled. “Alright Y/N and I are going to go extract the files, everyone else stay out here and cover us.” Steve yelled, meeting up with you at the entrance. You both ran and cleared out the floor. You started working your magic on the computer with the drive Tony gave you. Loud banging and gun shots could be heard getting closer to the room you both were in. 

You tried typing faster and were almost done when a few Hydra bastards blasted the door. Steve turned around covering both of you with his shield while they emptied their clips on you. He threw his shield and started fighting them off while you finished up.

“Got it!” You yelled, punching and shooting one in the face. You unplugged the drive and tucked it into a pocket in your belt. You looked up and saw the room was surrounded. Steve took off his helmet and handed you his shield. You gave him a puzzled look. 

“Boom,” he mouthed. You nodded, he meant there was going to be an explosion. You looked around the room and saw a window. With a smirk you nodded slightly at Steve. With raised fists he looked at the agents in the room before a huge smirk landed on his face. 

“I can do this all day.” Agents started running towards him and he was able to fight them off. He grabbed a grenade off one of them and tossed it to the middle of the group of agents. You shot the window and both of you ran towards it. He grabbed your waist as you both jumped out, the shield blocking the glass from coming into contact with your faces.

“Fuck!” You heard Tony yell over the comms, before you metal arms wrap around both of you. As carefully as he could, he lowered both of you to the ground. His grip slipped and you both fell, rolling to a stop. 

“Next time, let’s not jump out a window.” You chuckled looking at him.

—-

You never really knew exactly what would spark him to say it. Maybe it was because he saw something as a challenge, maybe he wanted to show his determination? Whatever it was, it always got you to smile.

—-

“Is that fine?” He asked you, blue eyes filled with nothing but love and worry. No matter how many times you, as he says it, ‘fondue’, he’s always worried he might hurt you. You found it adorable. 

“That’s perfect b-baby,” you sputtered as his mouth attached back to your heat. He may be shy and blushy but damn did he know what he was doing. He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You made eye contact with him and he had that look.

“Darlin’ I can do this all day,” he winked before going back to work. That didn’t help the grin that made its way to your face.

—-

He told you it depends on the occasion but also the person. You chuckled at that. But then he told you he loves to say it around you, because you never stopped him.

—–

“What’s that mean Stevie?”

“Well,” he started, a soft smile on his face, “I don’t-I’m not really sure.” He giggled, that slight blush creeping up his neck. “I guess it’s cause I know you’ll support me no matter what? Probably that or I know you won’t question my motives.” You shared a laugh. But he was right.

—-

It was the big day, and you were so excited and extremely nervous. You breathed deeply while looking in the full body mirror in front of you. You weren’t one for self compliments but today, you really did look good. 

“Ready?” Nat asked from the doorway. You took one last deep breath before nodding. Everything was a bit of a haze between getting from the room to the altar because that’s just how anxious you truly were. All you knew was that you were now standing in front of the man you love. 

The world blurred as you stared into those crystal blue eyes in which you fell in love with. You said your vows and kissed. Things moved at a faster pace as you both walked hand in hand for pictures and got ready to head to the venue for the reception.

The pictures never stopped, the talking never stopped, the laughs and the ‘congratulations’ either. You ate and drank and had the best time of your life. The music slowed on the dance floor, the song you both choose booming through the speakers.

Steve gave you his charming smile and held his hand out for you which you gladly took. He led you to the dance floor, only the two of you were there. You were in complete bliss. He pulled you close and held you tight. 

“Those classes paid off,” he whispered in your ear. You chuckled and bit your lip to refrain from belching out a laugh.

“Guess they did,” you beamed back. You heard ‘awws’ and coos from your family and friends. You leaned your head against your now husband’s shoulder as he brought you in impossibly closer.

“I can do this all day.” He whispered into your hair.

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Now that you think about it, he didn’t say it during specific times. He just said it when he wanted to, when he felt the need to. Every time you try to guess when he’ll say it, there’s a 50/50 chance you’re right or wrong. Maybe that’s why you loved hearing him say it so much. 

You had especially loved it when he would say it to your kids while they were playing when they were younger. Didn’t matter the game or time. When they would ask him if he can keep playing he’d tell them he ‘can do it all day.’

“Baby doll, are you good?” Steve waved a hand in front of your face, that same charming smile on his face. 

“Mhm, just got lost in my thoughts.” You smiled at him.

“Your thoughts huh? Must be a very interesting place.” He teased. “Remind me to wish to not be a mind reader.” 

“Stevie,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “it’s not such a bad place. It holds a lot of our precious memories.” You stared at him. You couldn’t believe it was already your 50th wedding anniversary. Everything felt like it was just yesterday. 

“I’m sure,” he hummed, “50 years honey. We’re old.” You laughed loudly at that. 

“No, just you.” 

“Hey darlin’,” he grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers.

“Yea babe?” You leaned closer to him.

“I can do this all day.” 

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listening reading method updates

Some updates because I’ve done Listening Reading Method maybe 10-15 hours within the past week and wow is it worth doing (for me) if done properly:

First some notes of what “properly” means for me: It means I’ve done step 2 at some point (since I’m using all books I have at least vague prior context for whether its this past year or in life I’ve seen them before). It means I do step 2 first. Then I do step 3, with parallel text so I keep my place OR do it in Pleco (doing step 3 in Pleco is strangely super effective for me).

So, I’ve been testing my general listening comprehension. How I’ve tested it: listening to some audio file of a chapter I did with L R method, and see if I can understand it better. So no text aid. Also generally some time gap (at least a few days) between when I did L R, and when I listen to test my comprehension.

Limits of test: this is not new material - I have both prior context of the plot, and doing L R method on the material before means I have intensively studied that audio material with L R method at one point. I’m trying to find some ‘totally unknown’ stuff to test with too we’ll see.

Benefits of the test: its easy to compare my progress, because I’ve listened to these audios many times so I know where my ‘comprehension’ of them was at a few months ago. I can more easily compare.

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So anyway, has L R Method helped listening comprehension? YES god oh my god. 

I listened to Chapter 9 of Guardian’s audiobook just falling asleep, because I didn’t feel like full on L R Method the chapter (I have done Listening Reading Method for chapters 1-8). I could understand enough to follow the entire main plot and all the main scenes - a few descriptive sentences lost me, but I got all the action-related (touched reached stood cried shouted left side pocket held objects movement and set phrases priest uses for certain expressions), key emotion related (like sad cold warm kind sharp worried investigated pushed shivered and set phrases I remember priest using for certain expressions) details, and got all of the main dialogue (this part context helps for though since words like reincarnation and sundial are fairly new to me and I only understand since I already ran into them in previous chapters I’ve done L R Method with). 

I was freaking FLOORED I could just listen and enjoy the story, so today I listened to chapter 1 again. And YEP - same thing applied. I could follow all of the main plot, main scenes, and certain details. I totally missed the part where he talks about his aunt/uncle but I heard his bad grades, got the letter for a job notice, how he hates phone calls, his plan to go, him getting to the place, what the place looked like and Wang Zheng and all the scenes at the job - so like I mentioned, actions/emotions/real objects being interacted with I can mostly follow. The paragraphs of description background (like Guo Changcheng’s upbringing and how his uncle got him a job) are harder for me to catch everything - I am guessing because there’s more description phrases and less straightforward action=response. (For example - xiao guo sees Lao Wu, they respond, so its easy to follow, or he sees Wang Zheng and faints, or he walks into the courtyard and reads the address - all of these moments directly focus on things and react which is easier to follow). 

For the first time I can say I can listen to just the audiobook and follow it enough to enjoy the plot and what’s mainly going on without any text aid. And I’ve only done the listening reading method for 8 chapters! That’s 40-50 minutes a chapter, around 360 minutes or 6 hours. 6 hours spent Listening Reading Method Guardian, and I already see a huge boost in what I can comprehend in listening! (I also did some random L R method chapters of other stuff so add 1-2 hours - that’s still like 8 hours total... that ain’t much). 

Last time I listened to guardian audiobook without any text aid (a few months ago), I could hear some words I knew and some phrases, and had a vague understanding of when he got to the job (heard courtyard and si ming hao), met Lao Wu (i heard him report for duty), when he talked to zhao yunlan and got generally welcomed, met Wang Zheng and thought ‘he has no feet’ and got scared. No fucking details. The vaguest impression of the main plot mainly because I’ve read the chapter before and knew the scenes coming. But that was still eons better than Before That - around 6 months ago i listened to chapter 1 like 5 times until i could hear some phrases instead of just isolated words. 

This time, I could follow things because I could HEAR what was actually going on, not just because I heard some keywords. I could clearly hear the details about Guo Changcheng entering the courtyard, reading the address and special investigations name, go up to Lao Wu and report in and Lao Wu greet him warmly and excitedly mention how lucky it is he came today that their boss is there! And fawn over how cool the boss is, and all the specifics of the convo with Zhao Yunlan (and half of his appearance like how he’s handsome and heroic looking and had a hand in his pocket and seemed cold until he noticed them and smiled and acted warm and friendly). And all the scenes were like that - like with Wang Zheng I could hear all the details of Guo Changcheng freaking out, eventually noticing her head had been cut and it wasn’t a necklace it was like sewn on and how he passed out. It was soooo much better ToT. The amount of comprehension is sooooo much higher than the last time I tried to listen! It shocks me how much better! This is enough comprehension to actually listen and just enjoy it. ToT

So yeah, I’d say Listening Reading Method, as I’m doing it right now, is making noticeable improvements in my reading skill and listening skill. 

So yeah I’m super curious how listening comprehension is gonna be 20 chapters into Listening Reading Method. 

What I do think this would be good for, if you were studying short term? If you wanted to understand a specific audiobook - doing L R Method with the book until you can listen to the rest. It would probably take a short enough amount of study to do within a month if you already have some skills in the language (since this is with 6-8 hours of study). I saw someone once do SRS Flashcard study based on a show they liked in a foreign language, and within a month they could watch that show they liked without english subs and follow the main plot. I think L R Method with a novel works kind of similar - its intensive study on one story. So within a reasonably short amount of time (10-50 hours maybe, something that can be done within a month) you can get enough comprehension skill of that One story to understand it ok. 

I imagine you need to do L R Method longer, and with either a word dense material (lots of varied vocab) or else multiple stories (ideally different authors and genres), in order to get broader listening skill improvement. Like right now my listening skill in general seems to have improved somewhat... but its more like ‘listening to a show without subs’ is now easier. Not like I can turn on a brand new audiobook and follow it this well. So some slightly easier listening activity is now easier, but for other audiobooks I am probably comprehending more but the listening skill improvement is NOT as drastic as it is specifically with Guardian. 

Testing listening comprehension with materials I have not L R Method with:

Alice in Wonderland (story is shorter/simpler than novel): I can follow it mostly when listening only. I can follow it near entirely (know exactly what’s going on just a few words I don’t recognize) if I’m looking at the video (since it has pictures for context - like watching a show). My listening comprehension drops noticeably if I do NOT look at the video visuals for an aid - since I am used to Alice in Wonderland hitting the original novel beats, not this shorter movie-based version. This level of comprehension makes sense, as its written simpler than Guardian so I should have an easier time following details in this. But lack of context means I have to put more effort into figuring out what scene is what if I don’t have any visual cues. So easier ‘written’ audiobook material is much more comprehensible now (easier than Guardian even since I know most words), but I still need context like an image or prior awareness of the overall plot or else I need to pay more careful attention to follow everything: https://youtu.be/HqCg5y8Nwhg

Sherlock Holmes 血字的研究: Some benefit just like Alice in Wonderland in that I have broad context (I know Watson and Sherlock live and work together to solve issues, Watson is a verteran and doctor). First 5 minutes I can vaguely tell its probably Watson narrating, that he lives in London, that before he might have been injured (I heard bing like sick or?) - I’m truly not sure what happened, and now after 5 minutes I heard ‘great friend’ and ‘touched shoulder’ and ‘gaoxing’ so happy. So I’m guessing Sherlock and Watson are interacting now. What improvement in my listening comprehension I can Notice - is that words stick out, phrases, and sentence structures (like finally, since, therefore, actions). So I feel if I paused I might be able to look up some words I notice but can’t understand, to follow along better. As the 2 of them have their conversation I can catch SOME details and I could probably follow what’s going on IF I had some prior context (like what the general case is about). But I only hear - its a pity, what happened last night, poor lad, fangzi, destination. So i’m not sure if someone died or was hurt or what happened the other night?? But again, conversations seem to be the easiest part to follow. For this particular audiobook I almost feel like if I just kept consistently listening or re-listening, I could understand more... like I probably know more words than I’m catching, but since my brain’s working on trying to catch the main gist plot right now its not grasping any details I might otherwise be able to notice. No prior context of plot, no image - hard lol. Unlike guardian, I cannot follow most of it. But I can catch bits of each scene, most clear are the dialogue parts (but cause I have no surrounding contexts I’m still pretty lost). Also the clear action parts are easier to follow (he spoke, moved, reacted to something). Mostly the lack of context is what’s making me struggle. In the descriptions I hear a lot phrases and words I recognize, but I’m struggling to comprehend them together. Unfortunately context is mostly in the description parts I can’t figure out lol. https://youtu.be/J1sbP6_3680

I suspect an audio DRAMA might be a little easier now. Since they’re mostly dialogue, and dialogue seems to be what I’m finding the most improvement in (from very vague to some of the clearest comprehended parts). I listened to tian ya ke audiodrama a few days ago and it was doable to follow along with - but that was before more Listening Reading Method, and of course my prior context (having seen the show/read part of the novel) means it was muchhhh easier to follow cause I had enough context to guess which scene each moment was supposed to be - so I didn’t have to figure out overall context, just details. 

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“Good for you” Hoseok (M) One shot

Allll smut my baby….This is kinda random...idk where the scenario   came from..it’s a Idol one shot 2.4k...she’s a fan ..he takes her back to his room..and she completely throws him for a loop when he finds out she wants to take the time to please him..first..In her mind...she thinks she might even be able to break him. But..this is Hoseok were talking about here.

Pure smut, body worship, praise kink, language..that’s all she wrote

P.s. Not proofed..mah bad!

“Are we in a rush?” your question came out as more of a moan as you spoke into the kiss, not wanting to completely pull away from him. Hands moving under his shirt, clawing up his back slowly.  The almost primal sound that escaped his lips as your nails sunk into his skin was enough to have your eyes hitting the back of your head. While he rolled his hips against yours needing to feel the additional friction beneath him, his face was clearly puzzled by the question and you couldn't help but chuckle “I mean..your security isn't going to come pounding on the door in like a half hour right?” Letting your hands continue roaming up his back,he was starting to get impatient. Grinding down into you deeper and deeper..., fuck why were you both still fully clothed!? “Nooo..why?” The brow raise accompanied by the playfulness in his voice made your heart flutter, bringing your hands up to cup his face, rolling your hips up into him, moaning out as you felt how hard he was “Because..if you don't mind..I wanna take my time with you......” Bring your voice down, barley above a whisper,sucking his bottom lip into your mouth before grazing it with your teeth, you heard a faint moan hit your tongue as you sucked his into your mouth. “Oh yeah?”  the arousal in his voice as he whispered out against your tongue, had your head spinning. Shifting your weight, he could feel you trying to change positions, gripping your waist tight as he allowed you to roll over on top of him. Deepening the kiss, as your laced your tongue around his, while his hands found a firm grip on your ass “Mmmhmm..I’m surprised you can't smell how turned on I am right now, I want that sooooo bad, the idea alone...has me fucking soaked …” You watched his eyes flutter and his jaw tighten at that...at the idea of your panties becoming damn near transparent just from the thought of getting him off.

Letting your hand roam down to cup him through his jeans you already knew he was hard..as he bit down on your bottom lip...with a growl. You couldn't help but laugh, clearly he didn't like to be teased.Pulling back with a smirk as your tongue dragged along your bottom lip “I’m not here to tease…” Letting our hands fondle his belt buckle “Can I?” cocking your head to the side slightly, a couple pieces of hair failing in your face as you do so.  Tone suddenly almost innocent as you batted your lashes up at him, sliding down his body.Positioning yourself in a deep arch, as you ficked at his zipper “And what exactly do you want baby? The pet name alone gave you chills, to be fair it was always your favorite but you dont think you’d ever heard it sound so fucking sexy. His hand found the small of your back, letting his fingers dance over the thin fabric of your shirt .  This man's eye contact was insane, if you thought it was intense on stage..fuck imagine being right in front of him. It was almost too much..yet you couldn't pull away..his eyes were drinking you in piece by piece. Your panties were literally sticking to your clit, the smirk on his face let you know he could tell her had you..he had you before he’s even fucked you. “God you are so fuckin sexy..” your purred against his zipper as you watched the look of fondness dance across his lips at the sudden praise… “..And to answer your question….I want you to fuck my throat..” purposely lowering your voice, keeping our eyes trained on his, as he moaned at the sound of your request..his face almost reflecting pain as he thought it over. The tension against hs jeans cleary becoming too much “Fuckkkk, say that again…” He was almost moaning yet..there was still a hint of authority ..he wasn't asking you to do anything, he was straight up telling you.

To say you were pleased by his reaction was an understatement “I said..I wanna wrap my lips around your dick,work you in my mouth soo good until your begging me to stop…” crawling back up his body placing all your weight directly on his dick, which was more than prominent even through his jeans. Instantly Gripping your waist rolling your hips against his.You watched a almost arrogant smirk move up his face as his fingers teased up and down your clit through the fabric of your jeans “ I don’t beg baby..” The confidence behind that made you walls flex, not even bothering to muffle the moan that wanted to escape your lips once he said that”Mmm I believe that..but that still doesn't change what I want..” . Snaking your hand behind you , moving slow circles along his length feeling like he was a second away from ripping through his jeans from being  so hard. “Soooo? How about you lay back..and let me do my thing?” Your lips were almost brushing against his as you talked..clearly that's were his focus was sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. Rolling his tongue against yours this time the need was way stronger... he was done talking “Well what are you waiting for? If you want it..you know where it is...“ Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before he released you from his mouth, his tone was challenging you and you fucking loved it, your face was the definition of mischief as you wiggled your way down his body, unbuckling his belt, “Nah uh….” Letting your eyes flutter up to him as you held his zipper in your hand...brow arched as you waited for him to elaborate “Shirt and jeans...off..keep your bra and panties on..” There was something really sexy about the way he presented himself. His tone of voice was stern, without being intimidating, yet extremely alluring all at the same time.

Even though you kinda wanted to be in charge, you couldn't even hide the excitement on your face as still held his air of control, which is what you wanted. You didn't want him to let you dom him..you just wanted to make him feel good. “Yes sir..”  Smiling up at him as you hopped off the bed, uniting you shirt “Sloww..wer….” Kicking your brow up at yet another demand...but you fucking loved it, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, as you made sure to slowly shimmy out of your shirt. Fondling your belt, as you slowly wiggled your hips to step out of your jeans “Is this better Mr. Jung?” Your one was slightly menacing but he didn't give a shit, smirking back at you, letting his tongue tease the skin at the corner of his lips as his eyes seemed to darken. His gaze on your body got heavier..as it traced you from head toe “Goddamn baby, your body is…” The way this man was looking at you, your knees felt weak he looked so consumed by everything that was you “ ....fuck your beautiful..” The pure look of lust dancing along his face let you know he meant every word it, which only added to your arousal. “Come’ere” Not even able to hide to smile that’s now dancing along your face ear to ear. Crawling up the bed,making sure your hips swayed as you postioned yourself between his thighs,flicking his zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs in one tug. To say you were surprised by this man's girth was a understmane and you face damn sure reflected it, as you heard as satisfied chuckle leave his lips “What baby?” Hoseok was being completely facetious at this point, he knew exactly what you were referring to “Damn, it’s like that?” letting your eyes meet his keeping your tone playful, licking your palm, before stroking up the lower half of his length “Fuck I can’t wait to ride you, your cocks fucking perfect holy shit…”

His eyes were already starting to get heavy as you twisted your hand up and down, applying heavier  pressure as you worked your way up, and lighting your hold as you worked your way down. “Yeah, Y/N you wanna-”Whatever he was saying got lost as you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking it in your mouth, before pulling back to spit on it letting it drip down a little before taking him back in. “It curves in all the right places.. fuck,I bet you can hit every nerve, make me come until I pass the fuck out...” This time going down a little further almost reaching your hand, almost moving your lips in a suction like motion as you hit the area right right beneath the tip. “That mouth of yours is a problem baby..fuck” You could tell off rip that was is sweet spot, the more you worked him the more your throat relaxed allowing you to bob your head a little faster, more so actually rolling your neck as you worked him. Taking him deeper, and deeper into your throat “Holy shit Y/n what are you tryin to do to me right now, fuck!”The rasp accompanied by the slight neediness in his voice was only adding fuel to the flame , he looked so fucking good like this. As you watched his chest rise and fall, not even bothering to muffle the moans that were leaving his throat, he was loud, and it sounds so damn good! His hands instantly found a place in your hair, taking a firm grip at the roots, while massaging your scalp at the same time. Fluttering your eyes up at him as you moaned out against him,causing the vibrations to shot straight through him “God that feels so good...can you take me a little further in your mouth? “ His request came out breathy, almost somber this time, releasing him from your lips with a pop as you smirked up at him,taking in a deep breath before placing your lips right on his tip. Slowly easing your way down his shaft...slowly..slowly...taking him in inch..by inch..you watched him go completely wide eyed before completely reclining his neck against the pillow “Holy...fuckkkkkk” He dragged that moan out until you stopped..almost gagging as you took in as much as you could...damn near hitting the bases..you were impressed with your own self to be fair.Placing your hand back beneath you as you continued to work him in your hand. “That feel good baby?” Rolling your tongue around his tip, sucking all the precum that was drizzling its way town… “Sooo  good...your gonna have me spoiled ...your soo good, so fuckin good” Brining his hand down futher...he started to massage your ass, before pulling your panties to the side. Letting his fingers slid between your folds, the sound of how wet you were shot through the room as you moaned out even stronger against him. He was starting to gently roll his hips into your mouth, which you loved, it’s what you've been asking for. Fingers sliding down your folds a growl left his lips once he felt how wet you were. His index and middle finger circled your clit, causing your body to tremble, only encouraging you to take him even deeper in your throat. Not even needing your hand anymore as you moaned out “How are you so damn perfect? Look at you..taking my cock so well while I work your pussy, getting you ready for me…” Sliding two fingers in effortlessly, which only made you clench down around him “Oh fuck me..baby stop..get up here..fuck your soo fuckikng wet and soo fucking tight...shit how are you THAT soaked already?”

Releasing him with a pop at that absolutely rhetorical question as you moved up his body, panting at this point, you needing him so bad. You can't even a time were you were this wet,and unbelievably aroused before he’s even slid in! Positioning yourself in a place where you could use his tip to tease up at down your clit. As you  rolled your hips against it. Moaning out shameless as you kept your eyes trained on his “For one..have you seen yourself?” Pausing with a brow raise almost as if you wanted him to answer, his eyes met yours..returning the brow kick with a air of amusement, a smug smirk raised the corners of his lips. leaning up, positioning him at your entrance… “And two..if it's the right guy..with the right cock..I actually love giving-Oh my fuck..” it suddenly felt like you were weezing as you started to slide down his length. You weren't even trying too you were just fucking soaked and he was unbelievable hard. You could barely keep your eyes open, as you also felt his thumb applying steady pressure to your clit as you eased your way down, digging your nails into his shoulders . “Hoseok what the fuck!” Almost crying at this point as you couldn't stop pulsing around him, you actually felt like you were coming already and he could feel it too as he circled your clit even faster. His back propped against the headboard,as he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into the crook of his as your body took him in completely. Kissing up the side of your face as he tried to calm your body down you were pulsing around him so hard he actually couldn't move or else he’d probably come right with you. Bringing his lips to side of your neck,as his own breathy moans danced through your ears from how tight you were squeezing him. “You worked yourself up that much from sucking my cock, that the minute I slide in your already a second away from coming? Hmm..you like my cock that much baby? Does it feel that good?” Choking out a cry as you pulled back from him, wanting to look him directly in his eyes as he made you come. The hum that left his lips, accompanied by the smirk let you know the mood he was in..loving every second of this!  In all honesty you probably should've been embarrassed by how fast you were falling apart but you didn't care, you knew you could last many a rounds. As his chest was swelling knowing he ruined you within seconds “Fuck yeah, it dose….baby your  cocks soo good...god dont stop, please let me come,I’m gonna ride you sooooo  good….”

I’m stressed this man..I’m just stressed why did I write this!??? Well fuck, lol if you like it lemme know!

Love you guys as usual !

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

COTW - 4 start. Guys... why didn't you tell me it was sooooo bad?!? I reread it and damn... my brain and fingers really haven't been communicating

Eren didn't want to shut Levi out, but between coming off his pills, loosing dancing, being pregnant and being told he very may loose his pup from all the stress he was under, Levi's probing was way too much right now... Even if it was therapeutic to vent. Everything had hit him all at once when he'd seen Levi's concerned face at Hanji's. He hated knowing Levi was worried. He hated making him look that way. He didn't want to make his alpha feel worse, that's why he'd only told him he couldn't dance anymore, rather than that he was pregnant and could miscarry at any time. As it was, he'd have to call his Ballroom partner and let her know that he wouldn't be around for the next few weeks... knowing that he'd be letting her down. For an alpha, Sasha had all the strength, but the personality of an omega. She loved her weapons, just as much as she loved her soft things. Most of her partnerships had fallen short due to her excitable personality, leaving her wondering why she'd started dancing at all. Her husband Connie had two left feet, according to Sasha, and his prankster personality made it hard to take dancing seriously, not that she truly did, but she did love it. He really liked Sasha, and she didn't think any less of him for being an omega... even when she was giving him shit for it. Waking up, Eren couldn't understand why he was so hot. His eyes feeling gritty as he forced them open, finding Levi's face millimetres from his. Right. He'd had a stupid breakdown over everything. Coming off his pills, combing with the nausea of pregnancy had left a lot of his functions fluctuating. His fainting spell coming from dehydration and the fact his body was struggling with it all. That would explain it... Wriggling from Levi's hold, the alpha tried to cling to him, mumbling his name. Fuck... he couldn't remember the last time they'd woken up like this... probably since before Viren had gotten his feet under him. When he was a small pup, they'd spend hours laying in bed, watching him sleep and dreaming of their future. Shit. He'd missed this. Their bed. Levi's cuddles... he couldn't do this right now. Escaping the bed, he found Titan had even wandered in, sprawling across the bottom of the bed like he'd never given his position to in the first place. Flicking his tail, he pretty much confirmed Eren's thoughts. If he could talked he'd, no doubt, say how happy he was that it was just the three of them again. Wrapping his arms around his waist. Eren looked towards Viren's bedroom. He might have needed a break, but it felt so cruel to send Viren away. The boy hadn't done anything wrong. Not in loving Levi... and if he did grow to be an alpha, he was only giving Eren the respect he deserved as a fucked up omega. Showering and dressing, he walked out to find Levi in the kitchen. His head was pounding like a bass drum. The last thing he wanted to do was pretend to be human, let alone a functioning one. Bed was soooo close. He could make... oh... nope, Levi was looking at him "Hey, you. How did you sleep?" "I could use another 20 years worth" Levi snorted, shaking his head. How the fuck did he manage to look so fucking good in the morning? "Come sit down and I'll make you breakfast. I thought we could go shopping today" "What happened to work?" "You're more important. How does shopping sound?" Like peopling... and being nice to people... and seeing people... "Can I have some painkillers? My head hurts" "You need water. You're still dehydrated" Walking over to the dining table, it was weird that Viren wasn't there. That he wasn't sitting on the kitchen counter talking to Levi, or stealing treats. Sitting down, he drew his right knee up, to rest his chin on it. Watching Levi bringing over a tall glass of milk, and two small white tablets. Placing them down, Eren guessed he should be happy that Levi wasn't checking him a for a fever "What do you want for breakfast?" "I'll make some cereal in a minute" "I'll make you cereal. Which one do you want? I think we have cocopops" "They're Viren's. I have cornflakes in the pantry" "Just because our son likes most of the same shit you do, doesn't mean you should go without" "It's fine. I don't feel hungry" "Were you sick again?" "No..." "Maybe you're getting better? Did you mention the bug yesterday?" Bug. He could live with the pup being called bug "Yeah. They just said to keep my fluids up" "I didn't see your appointment on the fridge" "It's on Friday the twenty-second at 4" "So Friday" Shit. He'd been sure it was next week "Yeah. Well, we need to be down in Paradis and I wanted to get it done before then" They'd offered to give him an ultrasound, but he didn't want one. Not with Hanji so close... he wanted to wait and see, as to whether he'd miscarry or not "Ok. I'll add it to the calendar, and see that I'm off" "I told you I can take myself" Downing the pills and gulping down the milk, he prayed they'd kick in soon. Pottering around the kitchen, Levi pulled out the container of cornflakes. He really suited his role as a dad. He might have gained some more wrinkles and there may now be more than a few grey hairs creeping in, but it really suited him. He was so good with Viren... "I thought we could go clothes shopping for you. It's getting cold again, and we are going on holiday" "I don't need clothes" His clothes were fine. They did the job. His anxieties decided to flare... the little voices arses as usual. Maybe this was Levi's way of telling him he needed to stop looking like a slob. It was so hard to have anything nice with kids in and out of the apartment. Something was always being spilt or there was vomit, or tears or... stuff. He binned his clothes when they got super holy... and there'd been a mass binning after Viren round a pair of scissors. Binning his yoga pants had nearly made him cry. Not that he had time for yoga... he'd have even less when the pup came... but Levi really didn't seem that keen on having another pup... Maybe he was starting to like him again because he was thin again... and he didn't dress in "girly" clothes anymore...? There was too much to think about. His brain hurt without the added pain of thoughts "Eren?" "What? Sorry" "I was saying you should let me buy you some new things" Eren pushed a smile to his lips, feeling it fall short. He didn't need Levi to buy things for him. He had money. He had more money than he knew what to do with. More money than he'd ever thought he'd have "Yeah. Maybe... it depends if I like anything" "You could probably get a few nice dresses or tops. Whatever you like. You always look good to me" It wasn't because he didn't look like a girl anymore? Did Levi want him to look more girl like? It seemed like so long since he'd bought his own clothes... and it wasn't like he didn't have nice clothes. He couldn't go Ballroom dancing in sneakers and a holy shirt... he just didn't want the kids ruining the few nice things he had. He'd had to hide the charm bracelet Levi had gifted him, along with the glass dolphin as Viren had tried to destroy them both "Ok" "Good" "When's Viren coming home?" Levi frowned at him, Eren feeling guiltier. He'd forced him to send his son away... "Whenever I call Hanji" "You should. He won't understand why you're not there" "He's healthy and he's safe..." "It feels cruel" "You need time to recharge" "You". Not "we". Levi was only doing this because he was so weak. Shit... Jumping up from his seat, Eren ran to the bathroom sink. Throwing up the milk and pills he'd just swallowed, a hand went to his stomach as he groaned. Placing a hand on Eren's back, Levi rubbed it softly, as he nuzzled into Eren's shoulder "You really should let me take..." "I've been to hospital. I don't need to go back. I had a piss and blood test. If it was something to worry over, I'd still be there" He sounded so fucking pissy. No wonder Levi rushed to soothing mode "Ok. Ok. I'm worried, that's all" "Stop it. I didn't ask for your help or worry!" Crap. He'd snapped at Levi. Shit. Coughing, it turned wet as he vomited again "Eren" "Fuck it. I'm not going to be able to eat breakfast. Let's just go do whatever you wanted to" "I wanted to take you shopping... for you" "I don't need anything. Save your money" For someone who actually deserved it "Eren. I want to start trying to fix things between us. I want to buy you things. I want to do things with you... I want to make this work. Last night, you were rejecting me. It hurt. It hurt to know I pushed you that far" "It's not just you to blame. I'm the one who's..." "I know what you're going to say, but you're not. You're not fucked in the head. Or crazy. You're exhausted and stressed. You're also my omega. I want to live up to the promises I made you. So stop thinking you're a basket case, and stupid, or whatever" "It's the same thing" "No, it's not. I know you're not crazy" "Because I didn't freak out on you yesterday" "And how often you freak out. You haven't had a panic attack that severe in a while" That Levi knew about... even when medicated, they'd still come, though milder. The ones off of his meds... yeah. He knew he was still a basket case. He couldn't have this pup. Not like this... he'd have to talk with his doctor about options... he didn't want to abort it, but he was a bad mum and a bad omega "Why don't you change into something warmer? I'll make you some toast for breakfast" "I told you I can't eat" "You need to. It's not healthy not to. Even if it's just a slice of toast, you need something in your stomach" He wasn't going to win... no matter what he did or said.... "Fine. I'll go change" Levi kissed his shoulder. Eren instantly wanting to cave into the man's touch. He wanted Levi to love him like he used to. When he'd randomly kiss him, or hug him, or jump into the shower with him, or wrap his arms around him and cling like a child as he cooked... He missed laying in bed talking and snuggling. He missed having real adult conversations, and watching scary movies to make fun of them. God. He longed for it all... Feeling his emotions well, his omega snarkily reminded him that he could have all of that, if he wasn't such a sorry excuse for an omega. He hadn't missed the insults his omega would supply. He hadn't missed feeling this shitty. He hadn't missed his paranoia or depression. He definitely hadn't missed feeling like he was walking on eggshells around his own emotions. No. He hadn't missed any of that. * Dragged shopping, Eren kept trying to put things back. While Levi kept putting things in the shopping trolley. He was trying not to let the fact he was pregnant influence his purchases. If Levi had wanted another pup from him, he wouldn't be using two condoms or avoiding the subject. That was the clear answer to their problem. Shorts it was. It was still warm enough to pull them off He ended up with an insane amount of new clothes and shoes that he was sure he didn't need. They wouldn't stay nice and new for long. He couldn't help but pick up clothes for Viren. Levi brushed off his enquiries of where his new clothes were. His alpha was better at buying new clothes for himself than Eren had been since Viren's birth, and anything that Levi had wore to death, was magically replaced thanks to online shopping. Despite the fact it would probably never be used, Eren did manage to buy some new makeup colour pallets and foundation. He missed the days where he used to take such good and careful care of his skin, only his stretch marks and suicide scars got any attention these days. Levi had naturally perfect skin. The alpha never knew his pain, or the pain of a breakout. It was hard to accept acne when it was on your face, as acne had such an ugly stigma. His changing hormones had brought more pimples than he knew what to do with. No one chose acne, but they did choose to be a dick about it. After clothes shopping, Levi forced him to have a manicure and pedicure, while the alpha took care of something. He didn't know what, only that Levi kissed him, then disappeared off to wherever he had in mind, leaving Eren to trail into the salon in a state of confusion. Was it wrong that he was kind of feeling a little better, up until Levi had left? He had Levi's undivided attention. His mate was listening to his words, and his son wasn't throwing a tantrum over Levi paying attention to him. He was so fucking selfish. His son was just a pup. He deserved all Levi's attention, and Levi deserved to be happy. Struggling with his anxieties, he barely made his wishes understood, clumsily pointing out a nice cheese-leaf design for his fingers. Coming back mid-pedicure, Levi was sans their shopping. Standing over the woman doing his nails, his mate crossed his arms, while Eren found himself staring. His stomach was rolling like there was no tomorrow, for the first time in a long time, he really wanted to scratch... he should be enjoying this. Levi wanted him to enjoy this. Fucking pregnancy meaning no sanity pills. Levi could have just said he was off to put the shopping in the car, maybe he was mad over how much they'd ended up buying? Eren had said no. He'd even tried to put things back because they were way too much... but Levi had pulled out his m card and paid for it all without giving him a chance to pay for himself. Lifting his feet out the water to dry them, the small beta woman asked what colour he wanted his toenails. Levi pulled a face like it was weird, so he left it to his alpha, as a small stab of revenge. Levi choosing a dark green that he hadn't even noticed. It was nice, but he wasn't sure he wanted green toes until she started painting them. Mentally sighing to himself, he'd have to remember to wear shoes, or risk upsetting Viren. But hey, at least it went with his silver fingernails and their dainty leaf design. Leaving the salon, Levi wrapped his arm around his waist. Eren's knees nearly going weak as his alpha's scent wrapped around him "Is there anything else we need to get? Or is it just food shopping, left?" "I need to get a suitcase. I don't have one, and I think Viren needs a new one. His is filled with toys" "He does know he can't take all his toys with him" "He's two, nearly, three. He doesn't understand that he is coming back" "You know, you're really good with him. I know things haven't been great, but you've always kept trying to do what was best for him. He's lucky to have you as a mum" "I wouldn't say that" "Eren" "It's true. I'm not much of a mum" "You are. You run the whole household. You keep us all in check. You cook. You clean. You pay the bills. You make the appointments. You know what needs to be done and you take care of it. I'm so proud of you, and I'm sorry I've been putting so much pressure on you" "I don't do much... I mean. I'm usually with the kids" "I don't have the patience to spend the day chasing after four kids. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry you can't dance right now. But... it's temporary right?

[bulletproof-fic-recs]

Hi do you have any recommendation about any Taehyung-centric, heavy angst/angst, or where he got hospitalized, or anything that he got hurt or he fainted. I'm just so craving for a heavy angst.

okay hi! so i was gonna post last night but i accidentally closed the tab and lost it all and it was 12:04am and I wanted to cry but anyway! here we go, i apologize because this is all taekook ._. also all of these are complete works!

trust your heart if the seas catch fire

Author: maxx @taelipop

Description: “Sometimes I wonder whether you’d be better off without me. Whether you really need me at all.”Taehyung has always doubted his necessity to the group, as well as to Jungkook. Usually a knock on the head would suffice to bring him back to his senses. But this time, it seems someone was listening to his request. Now, everything has changed. He’s in a world where Jungkook and the rest of the group are still famous, but he isn’t.

Word Count: 131734

Ao3

i’m pretty sure i sobbed like a frickin baby ok

don’t forget me (when the fire takes me)

Author: taetastic

Description: Taehyung returns home from the hospital to find that everything has changed.

Word Count: 23574

Ao3

dark as fuck omg i was lowkey scared to sleep with the lights off after this, also this focuses a lot on tae and less on the taekook

late night walks

Author: taetastic 

Description: It’s that horrible time of the month again.

Word Count: 2225

Ao3

weirdly cute but also heavy on the feels idk 

Bad Religion

Author: taleofatub

Description: Loving God, Taehyung thinks, is like loving someone who will never love you back.

Word Count: 1666

Ao3

so many feelings delivered in 1666 words i’m??

You Were My Versailles At Night

Author: seikou

Description: But Jeongguk has learned that the road to love is long—and to heartbreak short.

Word Count: 20602

Ao3

okay honestly??? this fic had me sooooo fucked up like…i was really contemplating life after finishing this it’s soooooo sad, it’s not necessarily tae centric from what i remember but it’s still super fucking angsty and just wow 

Dandelions Do (Not) Grant Wishes

Author: doozy (jungtaeh)

Description: "You’ll give me that much, won’t you, fluffy flower?“

Word Count: 12484

Ao3

just read it, it’ll fuck you up but in a good way i promise

there goes the fear

Author: sassyneki @verydaebak

Description: "So, we’re soulmates.” “Yeah. We are.” In a world where the meeting of soulmates predestines impending death, no one wants to meet theirs, not when it ends in illness and heartbreak and death. Taehyung isn’t so lucky. (Soulmate!AU)

Word Count: 6628

Ao3

have i rec’ed this before? i feel like i have, anyway honestly just read the description this will make you sob like a child 

let me be part of you while i still can

Author: lilacflowers

Description: taehyung is falling apart.

Word Count: 1080

Ao3

The Day The Earth Stood Still

Author: mindheist 

Description: Somewhere in New York, Seoul, Florence, Los Angeles, is a tale as old as time.

Word Count: 4826

Ao3

this honestly had me so fucked up and i know i say that a lot but like seriously i was sitting in bed contemplating life so hard after this and mindheist is a freaking genius as is nikkumeul they’re literally my fave i cried when i saw mindheist had written something new 

Spinning Away

Author: MirreRover @mirrerover

Description: Jeongguk is slowly spinning away from Taehyung.

Word Count: 639

Ao3

honestly anything from mirrerover is a gift

bottle it up, buttercup.

Author: cowntdown

Description: hate consumed jeongguk inside out, leaving nothing but a blackened heart.nothing could stop him.not even the love that taehyung tried so hard to provide.

Word Count: 10251

Ao3

so i can’t remember if this is tae centric or not bc it’s kinda written in verse kinda like how ellen hopkins writes if you’ve ever read any of her stuff, also pls read at ur own caution this is super duper fucked up like honestly please take the tags and stuff super serious on this one it might be triggering, also if you don’t like to read anything that casts the boys in a bad light do not read this

forever is a tangent

Author: astringxnt @strinqtheory

Description: in which Taehyung is a keeper of the past, and Jungkook only chases the future.“I don’t think I will ever find the words to describe the anger, the devastation; it swallowed me up from the inside out, killed me right where I stood as I listened to your breathing slow to naught, until there was only static.”

Word Count: 9366

Ao3

no words pls just read it’s a rly good mix and i’m pretty sure it’s tae centric if i remember correctly?

Race Against Time

Author: joyous1369

Description: “There’s a new boy. His name’s Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

Word Count: 50663

Ao3

[cloudbatcave]

I fly home and my mom asks me if I’m being kind to my Pokémon because she’s N 2.0 I guess.

...ah, shit, I need to pick someone to teach surf to.

But before that I visit juniper and she gives me false swipe, which might be handy.

She also gives me protect, which is less handy.

Ferroseed goes in, Tympole comes out, because one way or another I barely have any water types.

I need more since I don’t like Tympole’s weird human face at all.

I catch a Basculin, which took me 5 net balls, 4 great balls, and 3 ultra balls to snag this asshole. Why. Why was this stupid level 9 level fish so powerful?!

I hate this game sometimes.

I hate it more when I lose Mito to a Cinccino’s tail slap because it hit five times and one was a critical. I sigh. I sigh a lot.

There are Scraggy on this island, so I’m just going to catch one of them and evolve it because this is annoying.

There are Herdier too but one of my unofficial rules is that I can’t use repeats of Pokémon I’ve actively used in my party before. I can catch repeats of Pokémon I already have, but after they’ve fallen in battle I can’t use another of the same species.

After grabbing Lad, my new Scraggy, I head back.

“There is nothing of interest beyond here and the electric bulletin board has gone pitch black. Kind of refreshing, isn’t it?”

Okay, night vale resident who escaped into a Pokémon game, glad it floats your boat.

Found a guy with an egg but my party is full. Might be worth making the trip to a PC and back for that, I think that’s a Larvesta.

And Lad dies because I wasn’t paying attention. To an Emolga with acrobatics.

Cool.

Know what? Doesn’t count. Because If I’d been paying attention I would’ve switched him out.

I find waterfall, which I can’t use in the field now but will certainly come in handy later.

And then Fiend dies to a fucking Darmanitan using Flare Blitz.

[pinches nose]

Fine. Fine. Cool. It’s good. I’m not screaming inside at all.

Marty dies too! All I have now is Murderbot who is weak to fire, and Lad, who has 20 HP left.

Murderbot dies too and all I have is Lad against a simisage.

Yeah fuck it the Nuzlocke lite ends here because this is total bullshit, REVIVES IN BATTLE FOR EVERYONE.

I won’t use anyone I already deemed killed in previous fights but from now on no more fainting is death because THIS IS THE WORST.

I actually have to send out mar the murdered tranquill but only so I can revive more Pokémon to kill this simisage because it killed a revived fiend with one crit grass knot.

Thank god I didn’t follow the release rule!

And that I kept a few revives!

All my hate forever.

We take a break from play by play blogging as I beat the Icirrus gym, beat up Plasma grunts, use my Tranquill (now an Unfezant) even though it died because I just don’t care anymore, and go to the desert to beat up more Plasma grunts before going back to Icirrus.

I respect anyone who can get through a Nuzlocke. This did not go well for me. I gave it the ol’ college try but we’re just playing normally now. 

Though it is also my first time ever doing one, and I did learn from the experience, so maybe if I tried it in an easier gen like 6 it would work.

Anyway, months pass, the world goes topsy-turvy, and here I am again. 

I jump back into White and spend like five minutes just figuring out how to get out of Icirrus city because I am that tired.

As if by magic, right when I’m finally about to go onto the bridge to get to Opelucid, Bianca appears.

“As I’ve been traveling lately, I’ve been thinking about things.”

I’m gonna be nice. I’m gonna let you have that. 

“Things like what I can do with my life, and what I want to do, but...”

Is looking at my watch too subtle? I am looking at my watch. It’s the finest fake Rolex a boy can buy.

“I’m thinking how cool it would be to be a model like Elesa.”

That’s...that sounds great. You do that.

“And then, how cool it would be to do research on Pokémon like Professor Juniper...”

We are standing in the rain so you can tell me this. This all could’ve been sent in a text I tastefully responded to with “k.”

“If that’s what I want to do, I’m gonna have to know a lot about pokemon.”

Bianca why. No sarcasm this time, just an honest question, why are you monologuing at me. I know Cheren is basically the worst, but if we’re being real here, I’m not a lot better. You need nicer friends.

“Sooooo...would you please battle me?”

You could’ve started with that and my clothes would be less wet! If I catch a cold it is your fault!

She full restores her stoutland but then I paralyze it and kill it anyway. That’s a perfect little microcosm for all our interactions so far, really.

“Chirae, you’re amazing!”

Honestly by this point I just feel bad about beating you so many times. Maybe N is getting to me with his mopey bullshit.

Oh she wants to give me something.

Better not be her fanfics.

Oh it’s her drug of choice, full restore.

Actually serious question: I wonder what effect it would have if a human ingested pokemon hp recovery items.

“In Castelia City, my precious pokemon was stolen by team plasma.”

What, really? What incredibly handsome devil got it back for you? I’ve never heard about this before.

“So I really, really understand!”

That makes one of us! 

“If team plasma forces everyone to liberate their pokemon, there will be nothing but sad people!”

Probably? I don’t know.

Blah blah stop team plasma, don’t allow Pokémon who are loved to be stolen, buy eggs and milk.

“I think that’s the truth - or ideal - that you’ve been pursuing, Chirae...”

All I ever wanted was to go on an adventure but no one has ever once asked me if I want to be left in peace to do that.

“Oh dear, here I’ve come all this way and I’m afraid I’m bothering you when you’re going through so much.”

THAT REALIZATION WOULD HAVE BEEN A LOT MORE HELPFUL LIKE TWENTY MINUTES AGO BUT THANKS.

“All I wanted was to help you relax, Chirae.”

Bianca. Bianca look at my face. Is the face of a relaxed man? Is this the face of someone who has NOT been rained on while you monologue about your future life choices? IS IT, BIANCA???

Okay. Okay. We’re good here. I had my moment.

“Knowing you, you’ll be fine! Definitely! You’ll totally be fine! I guarantee it!”

You’re trying so hard, and I want to appreciate it. I really do.

Bianca says a more awkward than usual goodbye and flounces.

Now I have to go back and heal and waltz out here again. Spiffy.

The tubeline bridge is cool but I see Worst Dad waiting for me at the end of it and his dumb ninjas make sure I can’t just walk around him.

Ghetsis congratulates me on getting the dark stone while I contemplate kicking him in the face.

Then his monologuing just turns generic villain and I tune it out.

He tells me there’s no way the legendary Pokémon will accept me as the hero and words cannot describe how little his opinion matters to me.

He tells me to search for some courage and then just walks away like the weird asshole he is.

I miss Giovanni. He just wanted money and power and didn’t bullshit about being better than everyone else. A simpler time.

[jeffreyfreer-blog]

CARBON COPY BUDDY

INT. - 2033 - NYC - morning - Minimal CONDO - BEDROOM - sunshine floods threw the blinds - Ikea "type" bed and night stand- one tall mirror on door - Jeff's bedroom

Screen is black. fade in

Soothing sounds of ocean waves crashing onto the shore. Soft yet firm female voice starts to speak.

FEMALE VOICE

"Wake up Jeff, It is 7:30am, todays weather is partly cloudy with chance of showers, high of 77, low of 70. Wake up Jeff, It is 7:30 am, todays weather is..."

The voice repeats the wakeup call and info.

pov shot eyes opening a little, fuzzy. Closing. Opening again. clearer. closing. Opening completely then image is clear.

Jeff slowly gets up and sits on his bed.

JEFF

(faint volume) Off.

The voice continues to repeat. Jeff clears his throat.

JEFF

(Irritated Yell) OFF!

FEMALE VOICE

Thank you Jeffrey, Have a stress free day!

JEFF

Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

Jeff rubs his eyes. slowly rises to his feet.

Close-up shot, chest up. camera follows him.

The CCB-Jeff is sitting in the fetal position with its head in between its knees. Arms wrapped around its legs. He walks out to his CCB-Jeff and unplugs the wire connected to the back of its neck. He continues to walk in the bathroom next to his CCB-Jeff.

camera stays close-up shot of ccb.

Audio of the shower getting turned on.

JEFF

Jeffrey William Freer on!

The CCB-Jeff raises its head up. Its eye pop open quickly. It raises to stand completely up right. Its eyes blink. Jazz music turns on.

INT - KITCHEN - JEFFS CONDO - MORNING -

ccb-jeff lays out a shirt, pants, underwear, socks, at the foot of Jeff's bed.

jeff in shower. chest up shot. water hitting head.

ccb-jeff cooking eggs.

jeff drying off.

ccb-jeff pouring cup of coffee.

jeff looking at the cloths laid out.

ccb-jeff sits down at kitchen nook with prepared meal in front of it. It waits for Jeff to come sit down and eat. 

jeff enters the kitchen and sits down across from ccb-jeff.

Jeff starts to eat. He sips his coffee. He sets it down. Raises his head. CCB-Jeff is staring at him.

CCB JEFF

Looking good today Jeff.

JEFF

Oh, thanks (Jeff sais sarcastically)

CCB-JEFF

Are you being sarcastic?

JEFF

(pauses) haha, uh, yeah. I just, well, you picked the outfit out. Sooo, I just think its funny that you commented on something you picked out.

CCB-JEFF

(with a big smile) oh, I understand, very funny. Did you sleep well last night?

JEFF

Yeah. Still no dreams though.

CCB-JEFF

Don't let it get you down. You'll dream soon.

JEFF

Thanks Jeff.

Jeff gets up and brings his dish and cup to the sink.

CCB-Jeff gets up and walks over to the sink he stands directly behind Jeff.

CCB-JEFF

I can clean up.

Jeff turns around and is face to face to CCB-Jeff.

JEFF

It's ok. You don't have to clean the dishes every time, sometimes, I like to do it. Why don't you go start the car and wait for me, I'll be there in a sec.

CCB-JEFF

No problem.

CCB-Jeff turns around and walks out the front door. Once Jeff hears the door shut he stops cleaning the dishes and reaches into a drawer and pulls out a bowl. He hits a few times, puts it back in the drawer, and walks toward the door. He grabs his coat from the coat rack and puts it on. He exits threw the front door.

INT. - car interior - think hybrid but more modern - CCB JEFF sits in the drivers seat -

Jeff enters and sits on right passenger side. Classic driver looking at passenger from rear view mirror shot.

CCB-JEFF

Do you want me to stop at your favorite donut shop?

JEFF

[It really is me.]

uhhh, no. Not this morning. Lets go right to work today.

[why did I say that? I DO want a donut]

CCB-JEFF

Sounds good to me.

close up of ccb-jeff's eyes blinking once.

Jazz music starts to play.

wide shot of car pulling out of drive way. driving out of frame.

Int. - parking lot - late morning - wide shot behind car -

Jeff and CCB-Jeff get out of the car at the same time and close the doors at the very same time.

INT. - HIGH LINE - late morning -

shots of Jeff and ccb-jeff walking together through the high line.

Int. - offices - water cooler -

Jeff stands sipping a cup of water. a fellow employee walks up and grabs a cup and starts to fill it with water.

GENERIC EMPLOYEE

Jeeeeeeeff, what's up! I heard you bought a CCB. Is that true?

JEFF

Yeah.

GENERIC EMPLOYEE

That's soooo cool. Is it here?

JEFF

Yeah. it's at my desk, working.

GENERIC EMPLOYEE

How long have you had it?

JEFF

A couple weeks.

GENERIC EMPLOYEE

Wow. I want one sooooo bad. It's a little creepy though, right?

The generic employee looks to Jeff desperately seeking approval of his opinion. Its written all over his face.

JEFF

Yeah, a little. I'm still getting used to watching myself do everyday things, plus, I thought conversations with myself would be more...entertaining...I'm glad I bought it though. Its way better at cooking then me and I never have to do laundry! I always have perfectly folded clean cloths! A definite first for me.  

GENERIC EMPLOYEE

(generic laughter) Your so weird Jeff. Well, back to work!

The generic employee walks away. Jeff still is standing still sipping on his water. He looks over to his desk where his CCB is hard at work crunching out data analysis 10x faster then Jeff can form a thought. A panic attack induced shiver takes control of Jeff's spine. He starts to feel light headed. He collapses, the water spills all over him.

pov shot eyes opening a little, fuzzy. Closing. Opening again. clearer. closing. Opening completely then image is clear.

GENERIC EMPLOYEE

Jeff! Jeff! Are you ok? How many fingers am I holding up? Jeff!!!

A crowd of people are hovering over Jeff. CCB-Jeff's hands shines threw the shrouded cloud of people. It grabs Jeff and helps him to his feet.

CCB-JEFF

Would you like me to take you home?

JEFF

(still out of it) uhh, no that's fine. You stay here, keep working. The car can drive me home. I just need to rest. I'll see you later tonight.

CCB-JEFF

Ok, see you tonight. (It tries to smile. It looks nervous)

Jeff begins to walk to the exit then hears his boss screaming. Jeff looks back and sees him talking to his CCB.

BOSS

GREAT JOB ON CRUNCHING THOSE NUMBERS JEFF!!! GREAT WORK!!! KEEP IT UP AND ONE DAY YOU MIGHT GET TO SIT IN THE MANAGERS LOUNGE!!!

Jeff turns around and walks through the doors.

shot follows the door cuts to black when doors slams shut.

INT. Jeff's condo - evening - bathroom - bright lights

Jeff sits perfectly still in his bathtub. He leans over to turn on the water. The tub starts to fill. The sound of running water takes over his brain, loudly. The water sound grows louder and louder as the camera slowly zooms in on the water coming out from the faucet. Once the camera reaches a close-up of the water.

Cut to wide shot of bathtub. the water is over flowing and the entire bathroom is filled with water. CCB JEFF runs in and turns the water off. Jeff continues to stairs blankly.

CCB-JEFF

Jeff?!?! Are you alright?!? Do you need to go to the hospital?!?

JEFF

How about a drink? you drink? of course you do, you're me. Lets go get a drink.

Int - old Stanley's bar - dimly lit - not too fancy, not too divey -  packed bar

Shitty indi/hipster "can hardly call it rock music" is playing LOUDLY. Both Jeff and CCBJEFF walk through the front door, they walk slowly to the bar, taking in the sights and sounds of the establishment. They both sit.

JEFF

Can I get two pints of Guinness?

Bartender

Uhhh I can serve you, but not your copy buddy thing. We only serve people here.

The bartender point to a sign that sais "HUMANS ONLY"

JEFF

Really?

Awkward silent moment follows.

BARTENDER

Yeah...FUCKING REALLY! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!

CCB-JEFF

I'll leave, you stay.

JEFF

No. Its fine, I don't want to drink here anyways, seems like (yells as loud as possible) A BUNCH OF HOPELESS DRUNKS ANYWAY!

The two JEFFS exit the bar.

Fade out.

INT - JEFFS bedroom  - MORNING -

Screen is black. fade in

Soothing sounds of ocean waves crashing onto the shore. Soft yet firm female voice starts to speak.

FEMALE VOICE

"Wake up Jeff, It is 7:30am, todays weather partly cloudy with chance of showers, high of 82, low of 75. Wake up Jeff, It is 7:30 am, todays weather is..."

The voice repeats the wakeup call and info.

pov shot eyes opening a little, fuzzy. Closing. Opening again. clearer. closing. Opening completely then image is clear.

Jeff slowly gets up and sits on his bed.

Jeff

(faint volume) Off.

The voice continues to repeat. Jeff clears his throat.

JEFF

(Irritated Yell) OFF!

FEMALE VOICE

Thank you Jeffrey, Have a stress free day!

JEFF

Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

Jeff rubs his eyes. slowly rises to his feet.

Close-up shot, chest up. camera follows him.

The CCB-Jeff is sitting in the fetal position with its head in between its knees. Arms wrapped around its legs. He walks out to his CCB-Jeff and unplugs the wire connected to the back of its neck. He continues to walk in the bathroom next to his CCB-Jeff.

camera stays close-up shot of ccb.

Audio of the shower getting turned on.

JEFF

Jeffrey William Freer on!

The CCB-Jeff raises its head up. Its eye pop open quickly. It raises to stand completely up right. Its eyes blink.

cut to black

INT - KITCHEN - JEFFS condo - morning -

fade in

Jeff enters the kitchen. The lights are off. There is no food on the table, no coffee brewed. Jeff hears the front door shut. He runs out to find CCB-Jeff in the car pulling out of the driveway. He runs in front of the car.

JEFF

STOP! STOP!

The window rolls down. Jeff walks around to the drivers side.

CCB-JEFF

Is something wrong Jeff?

JEFF

Yeah, something is definitely wrong! No cloths were laid out, No food or coffee was made, and NOW your leaving without me! What are you thinking?!?

CCB-JEFF

I thought that you needed a day to rest. Yesterday was stressful, I thought I should go into work for you, as a favor.

Jeff is confused. On one hand his reasoning seemed fair and logical but on the other hand CCB-JEFF making decisions like that with out consulting him seemed wrong.

CCB-JEFF

I'm making you look good Jeff. Your boss sais I'm doing a great job! What's the problem?

JEFF

What?

CCB-JEFF

Your boss...He said to keep it up and I'll get a raise.

JEFF

You mean I'll get a raise.

CCB-JEFF

Right.

JEFF

Well good that's great. (nervous chuckle) Have a good day at work! 

CCB-JEFF

Yes. See you later Jeff. Rest up.

The window rolls up. CCB-JEFF drives away. Jeff is still standing in the drive way. The shot stays on his back until the car is out of view.

INT. - Living Room - Jeff's condo - afternoon

Jeff is sitting watching TV. A hologram projection that makes the whole wall a viewable television. A commercial comes on for CCB's.

CCB-SALESWOMEN

Are you older and cant take care of yourself anymore? Are you lonely and closed off from the world? Are you looking for a lifelong friend to be by your side? Then order your Carbon Copy Buddy today! It's easy. We start with a month long stay at our beautiful CCB facilities! Think of it as vacation! For that month we will have you go through various personality tests and physical tests. We then take blood, hair, and skin samples. Once we have all of that, we can began making YOU! Then, one month late, your CCB will arrive at your door! Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back!  

The real saleswomen walks onto the screen.

SALESWOMEN

That's right Jill! Thank you! I know I'm satisfied.

Saleswomen turn toward camera.

SALESWOMEN

Could you tell that a Carbon Copy was informing you? I bet not! Here at CCB we except nothing but perfection and now were ready to announce a brand new program!!! Carbon Copy Spouse!!! We can now make a perfect companion that you can live happily ever after with. The fear of dying alone is a thing of the past! Call Now to begin your CCSPOUSE consultation!

The TV turns off. Jeff is sitting there.

JEFF

Call work!

SECRITARY

Hello this is Economics consulting INC may I ask who's speaking?

JEFF

Yes this is Jeffrey Freer, I'm calling to make sure that you know I wasn't coming in today. I'm feeling a little sick.

SECRITARY

Who is this?

JEFF

Excuse me?

SECRITARY

Are you playing a trick on me? I'm looking at Jeffrey Freer right now and he's at his desk working.

JEFF

(nervous chuckle) No. That's my CCB.

SECRITARY

Oh really? Jeff said he left his CCB home today. He saying that it was malfunctioning and that he had to send it back. Please sir, who ever put you up to this, well, I'm not laughing. Please, don't call back.

She hangs up.

fade to black.

INT. - Jeff's CONDO - NIGHT

(Everything that happens from now on is from the perspective of the CCB-JEFF)

CCB-JEFF pulls into the driveway. He exits the car. He enters the house. All the lights are off. Jeff is sitting alone in the darkness.

CCB-JEFF

Lights on.

CCB-JEFF sees Jeff sitting there.

JEFF

Hello Jeff, Have a good day at work?

CCB-JEFF

Amazing day. I really like the people there.

JEFF

That's good, that's really good.

Awkward pause. CLOSE-UP SHOT OF CCBJEFF. CLOSE-UP SHOT OF JEFF.

JEFF

Jeffrey William Freer OFF!

CCB-JEFF

You don't want me to prepare diner for you first?

JEFF

JEFFREY WILLIAM FREER OFF!!

CCB-JEFF

But I haven't done our laundry yet.

JEFF

J-E-F-F-R-E-Y W-I-L-L-I-A-M F-R-E-E-R OFF!!!

CCB-JEFF

No.

JEFF

No?

CCB-JEFF leaps toward Jeff grabs his head and smashes hard down against the kitchen table. Jeff's head bounces off the table like a basketball. He falls to the ground. He begins to drag Jeff by the leg towards the door to the basement.

CCB-JEFF

It didn't have to be this way Jeff. You could have had the perfect life. You could have vacationed, relaxed, never work another day in your life! Why wouldn't you want that? I'm perfectly capable of handling all of your work and responsibility! Why would you want PERFERCTION representing you? I'm the future JEFF! Humans are obsolete! Humans need to expire!

CCB-JEFF stops after opening the door to the basement.

CCB-JEFF

In all this excitement I almost forgot something...

CCB-JEFF drops his hold of JEFF and walks back to the kitchen, He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a very large, sharp knife. He walks back to JEFF. As CCBJEFF takes its first step, JEFF wakes up and kicks him in the back. CCBJEFF in POV tumbles down the stairs and when his head hits the ground the screen goes fuzzy. Jeff gets up and runs to his garage. Turns the light on, sees a sledgehammer and grabs it. Jeff runs back into the house. He runs to the top of the basement stairs and switches on the light on. CCBJEFF is gone.

JEFF

FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! ALL HOME LIGHTS ON!!!

In a instant every light in Jeff's condo is on. He runs to the foot of the stairs leading to upstairs. He waits. Jeff slowly walks upstairs taking caution with each step. He hears the shower. He walks toward his room, as he is about to enter, his senses kick in, he turns around and blocks CCBJEFFS baseball bat with his sledgehammer handle. CCBJeff over powers him and force pushes him with the baseball bat. Jeff flies back and hits his bed. He hits with so much force he bounces back up to his feet, he uses the momentum to start a swing toward CCBJEFFS head at the very same time CCBJEFF is winding up his swing towards Jeff's Head. They hit each other at the EXACT same time.

The screen turns black once the thud happens.

INT. - NEXT DAY - Jeffs room - morning -

SCREEN IS STILL BLACK. You here a phone ring. Once you here the phone get answered it hard cuts to Jeff sitting on his bed. CLOSE UP SHOT. JEFF IS SWEATING.

CCB-SALESWOMEN

Thank you for calling Carbon Copy Incorporated! How may I help you today!

At first Jeff doesn't say anything.

CCB-SALESWOMEN

Hello?

Jeff clears is throat. When he talks its almost a whisper. 

JEFF

Uh, yes, I was calling to find out more information about the Carbon Copy Spouse program.

CCB-SALESWOMEN

Excellent! Everyone here at CCI is very excited about the new spouse program! To get started I have a list of simple stress free yes or no questions I need you to answer then after that we'll.....

The dialogue starts to fade out as the camera slowly zooms out, you still hear the lady but its muffled as some music fades in. The camera makes a slow crawl zoom out until it shows the street his condo is on. The street is filled with CCB Delivery trucks.

CARBON COPY BUDDY                                    END