#the other day he came in joking about how the only thing his station agrees on is jew-hating. if it makes everyone feel better he lost all

[joanquill]

Valentine's Day Headcanons

How the Moriarty brothers and Sherlock ask their significant other to be their Valentine's and how they would spend the day with them.

Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, and Sherlock Holmes

Albert James Moriarty

The day Albert was planning to ask you to be his Valentine, you were out on a mission.

Ever the opportunist, he took the chance to surprise you when you came home.

When you entered the manor, the entrance was lit with romantic candlelight, rose petals on the ground, and Albert holding a bouquet of roses as soft music played.

Albert happily showed you what he had prepared for your evening.

The dining room had a table decorated, sporting candles and flowers in the middle. It even had neatly folded napkins, as if you were in a high-end restaurant.

The bathroom even had a bathtub filled with bubbles and scented candles.

By the end of dinner, he asked you to be his Valentine, which you happily agreed to.

He definitely has something grand planned for the occasion.

Unfortunately, some nobles started making their move, making you and Albert work on a mission.

Nothing says romance like hunting down corrupt nobles <3

Luckily, you two finished before the end of the day and had time for Albert's plans for Valentine's.

It might be weird to see you two run towards the train station while laughing, but you both didn't care and were relieved to catch the last train.

The rest of the trip went smooth sailing... if you ignore the fact that you forgot to pack some essentials.

Nothing a shopping trip couldn't fix.

Either way, it was a Valentine's you couldn't forget.

William James Moriarty

I think William's way of asking would be either of the two, simple and sweet, or a full-on treasure hunt... or both!

He will ask you on a library date inside the manor to unwind and relax for the afternoon.

The only thing is, the book you picked had a note inside.

It was a riddle, and you could tell at first glance it was William's little game.

You looked for him and saw him acting innocent as he read his book in his nook.

You playfully rolled your eyes as you played along to his game, making William hide his smile as he tried to focus on his book.

Each clue was filled with memories and inside jokes only the two of you shared, leading you to the last clue, which only told you to turn around and answer a question.

You did as it said and saw William holding a basket of lilies and your favorite things.

He asked you to be his Valentine's, and you happily said yes.

On the day, you and William visited Durham University and enjoyed the sights and date spots his students happily suggested.

While you two enjoyed the day, you didn't expect avoiding his students to be a side quest.

You also heard some of them joking about catching their professor on a date, hoping he would heed their advice.

Good thing William came prepared with disguises.

As the sun was about to set, William led you to the university, letting you guess what his last surprise was.

While sneaking into Durham University to use the observatory for stargazing was not one of your guesses, it was definitely a delightful experience.

Louis James Moriarty

He practiced asking you in person countless times in front of the mirror.

How to approach you, making sure he was saying it right, not fumbling in his words, and asking you confidently.

In the morning, he tried to approach you, but he either backed out at the last minute, you two were busy with chores, or someone else was in the room.

He tried to ask again at lunch while you were preparing the food, but Master Jack entered the kitchen, offering a helping hand.

Night came, and Louis was practically defeated.

But he settled in leaving you an extra treat during dinner to ask you instead.

It didn't help his nerves when you sat beside him at the dinner table, though.

As Louis prepared everyone's desserts, you had an extra small plate of elegant chocolate-covered strawberries with chocolate syrup writing: "Will you be my Valentine's?"

In shock, you looked at Louis, who was facing away from you as he gave everyone their dessert.

You smiled as you waited for him to finish.

As Louis gave the last dessert, he hurriedly over to his spot, trying to avoid your gaze as he sat down.

You softly tugged his sleeve and whispered yes, making Louis freeze up as he tried to settle down his burning face.

Fortunately, everyone thought he just had too much to drink that night.

For Valentine's Day, Louis prepared a cozy date for you two to enjoy in the manor. (his brothers made sure no one would bother you two on the day)

Cooking together, making chocolate, trying new recipes, dancing while no one's looking, reading books, snuggling under the covers, and just spending the whole day together sums up your Valentine's.

Sherlock Holmes

Romance isn't exactly this man's forte.

You were walking to 221B Baker Street as Sherlock asked you, but you were surprised to see no one was there.

You carefully walked up to their flat and saw the surprise on the table.

He will most likely leave a real human heart in a glass container with a card saying: "Will you be my Valentine's?" to ask you.

How is it still beating in there? You will never know.

But hey, at least he's got the spirit!

When you check the card, you see it had instructions to open a specific drawer.

Debating whether to ignore or follow along and be greeted by a human brain, you complied and opened the drawer carefully.

Inside were paper iris flowers, a small teddy bear, chocolates, and a pen with another card written Yes and No on it.

You circled yes.

You found out he, John, and Miss Hudson were hiding nearby, unsure how to face you if you didn't agree (despite already dating)

If there isn't a case during Valentine's, he'll likely have a date all over London. He'll take you to places and spots he saw or visited during investigations and wanted to take you there.

During your date, he'll probably get you the most random stuff he wants to give you, ranging from random flowers to a peculiar antique he'd think you like or wants you to have.

When a case does come up, he'll try to put it on hold. But you could tell he really wanted to take it, so your date became an investigation.

He still tries to make it romantic and fun for both of you, thanking you for letting him work, but you reassured him it was still fun watching him deduce and work on a case.

[skybluewritings]

Last Summer Part 2, Felix Catton x Fem!reader

word count: 2K

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She would be staying with the Cattons for a month then return home a couple days before her flight to finish packing and give her tearful goodbyes. She paused the track on her iPod when she saw him pulling up to the station. Felix had insisted on coming himself to collect her despite her insistence that she was happy order a taxi.

The car came to a stop, she picked up the handle of her suitcase and walk down the steps of the station. Felix got out of his car, despite having seen each other only a week ago she couldn’t contain the rush of joy that seeing him brought. Her suitcase was momentarily discarded, she squealed as she flung her arms around his neck. His arms wound around her waist, he laughed as he lifted her a little. The wood and spice smell of his aftershave was intoxicating.

Once he had set her down she unwrapped her arms from his neck, grinning up at him. She glanced down noticing his arms were still around her waist, his palms resting on the small of her back. He also noticed this and immediately pulled away from her.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.”

Heat spread through her stomach. “No it’s uh quite alright.”

Neither spoke for a moment, Felix clapped his hands together. “Right, shall we?”

“Yes, yeah, let’s go!”

She went to pick up her suitcase but he had beat her to it.

“I’ll be taking that.” He told her.

She scoffed. “I think I’m more than capable of carrying a suitcase.”

He shrugged. “Nope don’t care."

“You vex me.” She sighed, opening the car door and dropping into the seat.

“You love me really!” He sang, taking the suitcase and opening the car boot.

He was closer to the truth than he would ever know.

*

The car sped through the countryside, it was a bright and blazing day. The roof the convertible was down, the wind making her hair dance all around her. The upbeat tempo of music vibrated through the vehicle. She rested her arm against the window ledge, choosing to subtly gaze at Felix through her cat eye sunglasses. It was unfair how good he looked in his ray-ban sunglasses, her eyes traced the sharp curve of his jawline.

“I can feel you staring.” He said.

“I was very much not!” She replied defensively, looking away from and at the rode ahead.

“I’m not blind.” She couldn’t see him but she knew he was smirking.

“You flatter yourself too much.” She teased.

“I don’t think I flatter myself enough.” He replied, she playfully smacked his arm knowing he was joking. It may have seemed like a narcissistic thing to say but when it came down to it there wasn’t much about Felix that was self obsessed. He was not unaware of his own attractiveness but he didn’t carry himself in the way most vain men would.

“So how much further?” She asked.

“Another couple minutes I reckon.”

“Is there anything you haven’t told me that I should know? Like that your family is actually a coven of aristocratic vampires.”

“Just my mum!” He told her, before shaking his head. “No, there isn’t much that you don’t know already. My family can be somewhat traditional but pretty welcoming overall.”

“Will I be presented to your mum in the fashion of a debutante at court?”

He laughed. “Yes then you’ll be forced to dance a waltz with my dad.”

This made her laugh. “Sounds sexy.”

“Thank you for agreeing to come I really do appreciate it.” He told her taking her hand and giving it a warm squeeze.

She squeezed it back. “You’re welcome, I’m always here for you.”

“You too.” He said finally letting go of her hand.

Her pulse was far too fast and so was her spiralling mind. How was she going to manage a month with him?

*

They finally drove through the gates of Saltburn, as cliche as it sounded her mouth nearly fell open in sheer shock. It was the most elegant home she had ever seen. She knew he came from a lot of money but was still taken aback by the extravagance of it all. The car drive came to a stop inside a large garage full of a variety of old expensive cars.

 

Felix came round to her side opening the car door for her, in a gesture she thought only happened in old films.

 

“Thank you.” She told him with a smile.

 

He smiled back. “My mum would never forgive me if I didn’t.”

 

“I would have thought someone else parked your car for you?” She pointed out.

 

“Sometimes I like to do things for myself.” He explained matter of fact.

 

She supposed that was a fair answer, truthfully, she had no clue how the rules of anything of this worked. This was an extreme version wealth which she had never encountered before.

 

He opened the boot of the car, and she took out her suitcase pulling it behind her as they left the garage.

 

They reached the main foyer of the house, it had wide cavernous ceilings with various patterns carved into it. An older man in a suit dipped his head at them politely.

 

“(Name) this is Duncan the head Butler.”

 

Head Butler?! She thought. Was she in Pride and Prejudice?

 

Duncan gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”

 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” She replied trying to mimic his formal tone.

 

“I will have your luggage taken to your room.” Duncan told her.

 

(Name) waved her hands. “Oh no really it’s okay I can take it.”

 

Duncan’s face became more pinched. “No please I insist.”

Yeah she was not going to try argue with him.

 

“Well thank you then.” She said awkwardly.

 

She looked on helplessly as Duncan commanded another butler to take the suitcase.

 

Felix clearly sensing her discomfort pat her on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go to the conservatory my mum will be dying to meet you.”

 *

 

There were three women in the conservatory, they were all sat on ornate chairs that faced opened glass doors. Two of the women were engrossed in a story the blonde woman was telling them. She stopped speaking when she noticed her friends had stopped paying attention to her and to instead the new arrivals. The blonde woman turned to see what they were staring at, her whole face lit up.

 

“My goodness darling you do know how to pick them don't you.” The blonde woman (who she had worked out was his mother) said to Felix.

 

She elegantly stood from her chair and practically sauntered toward them.

 

“This is my mum, Elspeth.” He told her.

 

“Lovely to meet y-“ Her words were cut off when Elspeth grabbed both sides of her face tilting it to one side then the other. (Name) winced at having her face manhandled.

 

“Mum stop that!” Her best friend scolded, gently swatting his Mother’s prying hands away.

 

Elspeth bought her hands to her chest. “I do apologise it’s just that I’m trying to figure out what it is about your beauty that draws my son in. I think it might be your eyes they’re rather lovely.”

 

It was a strange compliment, but still a compliment she supposed. “Oh thank you.” She said with a nervous smile. “However I’m pretty sure my physical appearance doesn’t really play a part in my friendship with Felix!”

 

Elspeth furrowed her brow. “Friendship?” She looked to her son. “Felix I thought she was your girlfriend.”

 

Girlfriend?!

 

He sighed. “Mum, I explicitly told you I had a friend coming to stay.”

 

“But the way you so lovingly spoke about her-“

 

“Anyway,” Felix said slightly too loud. “I am sure (Name) will want to get settled into her bedroom, we’ll see you for dinner.”

 

“But really it is wonderful to have you stay dear.” Elspeth told her kindly.

 

She found herself smiling genuinely. “Thank you.”

 

Felix led her out the conservatory with the same speed she led him out of the party.

*

Felix fell back onto the bed in the guest bedroom. He covered his face with both hands groaning into them. “Oh god I’m sorry, that was so embarrassing.”

 

She perched on the bed next to him. “I-I mean it wasn’t too bad. Your mum seems to at least like me!”

 

“Yeah I guess.” He removed his hands from his face. “But how could she imply that you and I-as if I am not capable of just having female friends.”

 

“You seemed to be pretty good friends with a lot of the girls at Oxford.” She snickered, pretending it didn’t hurt to know that.

 

He rolled his eyes. “How do you know?”

 

She flopped down next to him and playfully elbowed him. “I mean you weren’t exactly subtle in hiding it everyone kind of knew.”

 

 “Is that really how you see me?”

 

She turned to lie on her side. “No of course not-sorry I was only teasing.”

 

He didn’t look at her, instead picking at the buttons of his shirt. “I don’t like the idea that a bunch of people can just decide something about me, like they know me. I always made it clear I never wanted anything more from the people I was with. I’m not some heartless fuck boy. It makes me feel uncomfortable that some people might have that view of me...”

 

“Well I don’t.” She said softly. “No one’s perfect but you aren’t a bad guy, people know that even if they see your exploits differently to how you did.”

 

He now looked at her. “What do you think of me?”

 

Where should she start? “I think you’re just one of the kindest people I’ve ever met and that well-I can’t believe I’m existing in the same room as you.”

 

Maybe the last part was too much, but she couldn’t help it if she meant it. His lips parted at her words, he seemed at a momentary loss for words as he stared at her stunned. His full lips looked so inviting parted like that, it wouldn’t have taken her much to lean forward and find out. She chose to sit back up this was becoming too dangerous for her.

 

She cleared her throat. “Do with that what you will.”

 

He seemed to snap back to reality gradually sitting up next to her. “I’m sorry it took me a minute, it’s just- no one’s ever really said anything like that to me before.” He swallowed hard.

 

“Maybe it’s time that someone should.” She admitted.

He gave her a grateful smile that made everything inside her melt away. The moment passed when he stood up from the bed and offered out his hand to her which she gladly took as he pulled her to her feet. “Come on I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”

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[supercorpkid]

The Secret Life Of Lena Luthor

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader!

Word Count: 2785.

Lena Luthor has a secret. Probably many of them, but there’s only one that bugs you so much.

Who are those friends of her? Why are they so tight that you feel like they are in some sort of cult? Why does it look like she would die for them? And how come they are always more important than you?

You see, the last one's been bothering you for a while now.

Some time last year.

The world is saved. Again. For the third time this month. And while Lena sits to celebrate with her friends/ teammates she is content. A kind of feeling she hasn’t experienced much before, but that’s been constant ever since the big fight. Ever since Lex is gone gone.

She looks at J’onn and M’gann reminiscing about something from their planet. Looks at Alex and Kelly swooning over something cute she is sure Esmé just did. Nia looks at Brainy as if he is the most interesting being and all of existence. All of them have somebody. Well, she looks at Kara alone. But Kara is never truly alone. She has Supergirl. All these people around her and the people she met in different universes.

But Lena? Outside of this room she barely has anyone. Sam, Ruby, Jess. She scrambles to find more names.

So Lena looks around, more certain than she’s ever been before. She needs someone. Someone outside this group of friends, so she can get back some sort of normality she most certainly lost since she discovered her witchy ancestry and joined the super friends for real.

And then Lena finds you. 

You run through the door of the Lena Luthor Foundation, and since she wants to be more hands on with everything, Lena is right there to see it.

“Do you, um, take strays?”

“Strays, ma’am?” The receptionist asks, raising one perfect eyebrow at you. “You mean like, cats?”

“What? No! I mean me.” You smile widely. “I mean, do you take walk-ins? Like, can I just walk in and find myself a station and start working?”

“Oh. Ah.” She looks around for help. Unsure of what to tell you. And because Lena herself is around, she jumps in to help.

“Hi.” Lena shows you her hand. “Lena Luthor. How can I help you,” she looks at both of your hands. No ring. “Miss?”

“Y/N.” You introduce yourself, shaking her hand. 

“You want to work on something?”

“Well, you see, I have this idea. It’s really bugging me and keeping me awake at night.” You point at your own face. “I’m sure you can tell. But I don’t have everything I need to work on it. It says online it’s what this foundation is for.”

“Well, we don’t work on everything. Our resources are vast but still limited. There’s a board. If you want to present your idea.” Lena suggests and you shake your head agreeing, then just like that you’re running out of there as fast as you came in. She looks back at the receptionist with a smile. “Strange little cat, that one.”

You don’t give her time to move on from you at all, when you run back in. A prototype in hand, and several loose papers on the other. 

“Ok, I’m ready.” You smile at her and she furrows her brows.

“Oh, I didn’t mean right now.”

“Please, ma’am. I need to sleep.” And to demonstrate, only one of your eyes blink. She seems to take pity on you.

“Well then, come in. Let’s see what I can do for you. And please, call me Lena.” 

And what she can do for you, is help you with every little thing you need help with. And what you can do for her, is help her see there’s more to life than work and a few friends.

Present days.

“You’re running off.” You mumble. Eyes still shut, voice thick with sleep. 

“Emergency. Sorry, my love.” You hear shuffling so you know she is getting ready to run off to her super secret, super important duties.

“What is it this time?” You finally open your eyes and watch her putting her clothes back on. “Kara got stuck on a tree and you have to go get her down?”

“Oh no, my pretty stray cat. I only climb trees to save your pretty butt.” She jokes, coming closer to kiss your lips. 

“Lena.” You beg when she moves away from you. “Please stay. Please wake up with me. Please let me make you eggs and a strong coffee.”

“That would be lovely.” You open your mouth to repeat, stay. But she knows it’s coming, so she speaks before you. “Can’t today. Rain check?”

You press your lips together, annoyed at her way to deal with this. But she doesn’t notice, because she’s already running out the door one shoe on, the other one still in hand.

“Have a great day, Lena.” 

You don’t want to be jealous of Kara. You’re not even the jealous type. But this whole ‘my friends call and I run out the door’ is not working anymore. Not that it ever did. But recently this has been bugging you extra hard.

And when things bug you this much, you can’t simply forget that easily. You can't even sleep on it.

"Heeey," Lena grabs the bags from your hands, giving you a quick kiss on your way inside. "glad you came, I felt bad leaving you this morning."

"Yeah." You place the rest of the bags on top of the counter. "Maybe we should talk about that."

"Definitely. But after a nice dinner, maybe?" She gives you a little smile, and you're quick to accept. 

The talk doesn't come right after dinner, when Lena climbs on your lap and you two start a heavy make out session, you decide it is better to wait a little. 

"Shit. Fuck." Lena says out of breath, parting your lips. You look down at your hands still on her waist.

"What? Already?" 

"No, not that." Lena laughs, and you notice something vibrating in her pants. 

"Oh," You raise your eyebrows playfully. "Someone's packing."

Lena takes her phone out of her pocket, and you roll your eyes at it. She reads the name, and starts apologizing right away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She gets up looking at the phone.

"Are you serious?" You ask, but she is already answering her phone after mouthing one more 'sorry'.

"Kara, I'm in the middle of something really important. This better be a 10 or higher." She paces around the room and you watch her from your place on the couch. "Shit, ok. Ask Supergirl to come pick me up. Yeah, ok. See you soon."

Lena looks at you with pleading eyes, and you look up trying to hold the tears and the anger inside you. "Darling, I'm really sorry, but it's an –"

"Emergency." You complete her sentence and her face drops, looking at you.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. I know I did the exact same thing this morning…"

"This morning? Lena! You've been running off every time Kara called you ever since I've met you! I don't get it. What's up with all these emergencies? Why is Kara always more important than us?"

Supergirl's feet touch on the balcony and you hear a light tap on the balcony door. She looks embarrassed, like she heard more than she wanted to. She waves lightly and points to the city with her head, so Lena knows it's time to go.

"I promise I'll tell you everything, but I really have to go now."

“If you leave right now, you won’t find me here when you get back.”

“No, please Y/N. Please wait. I’ll tell you everything when I get home, I promise. Please stay, eat dessert, and make yourself at home. I promise I’ll be back soon.”

So you wait. An hour. Two hours. Three hours later and you’ve seen enough of television, eaten enough of her food and got tired of wasting everyone's time. It is clear Lena doesn't take you seriously and that you'll never be her first priority. So you leave.

It's only in the morning when you grab your phone to notice the missing calls and texts from your… girlfriend? Ex? You haven't decided yet. But if you're being honest things aren't looking too hot for her.

Lena has helped you many times before. You have no problem admitting you are where you are right now because of her. If your invention hadn't played out, you wouldn't have found a new job and you wouldn't be working on something you are very passionate about. 

But she means more than that to you. With Lena you can talk about anything. You can be your quirky self without any judgements. In fact, you always thought she seemed to appreciate it. Now, you're not so sure.

She's always hiding something. Always running off. One phone call and she is gone. No time to even tell you what she is running towards. You feel like you're dating someone who has a secret life. And you can't help but think you're the secret part. 

You're still finding energy to answer her latest text, when you hear the doorbell. You force yourself out of bed, and open the door to see Lena right on the other side.

You furrow your brows, "What are you wearing?"

Lena stares down at her outfit, a large hoodie and sweatpants. "I was fairly uncomfortable in my jeans and so Kara let me borrow something." She looks at the hem of the pants. "She is a lot taller."

"Glad you came to my house wearing some other girl's clothes." You make space for her, because you know she is not leaving and you don't want to have this conversation out in the open.

"It's Kara's." She justifies.

"Yeah, and who's Kara, exactly? Is she just your best friend? Is she your lover? Your dealer? Your boss? Why are you always running out the door when she calls?"

"Those are fair questions. Well, not the dealer and lover part. But I guess I should explain why I always go when she calls.”

You look at your coffee machine. It's too early for this conversation. For the truths you'll inevitably have to listen.

"Coffee?" You ask her, but it's mostly because you need it so badly.

"I'd die for a cup." 

You set up the coffee machine while Lena makes her way to the other side of the counter, sitting on one of the high stools to look at you. 

"I'm sorry I didn't come back home sooner." Lena starts, and you sigh.

"I stood there like a ghost and I don't even know why."

"I don't want to run off every time, it's just – Sometimes I'm the only one who can help so they call me." You stand there waiting for more, for an explanation. "I told Kara to only call me for real emergencies from now on."

"You know, you said a bunch of stuff, but you still haven't told me what kind of emergencies they need you for." 

You're not stupid, it's not like you haven't put two and two together. Supergirl shows up to pick up Lena right after Kara calls for an emergency? Yeah, like they have Supergirl on their speed dial so she can offer Lift services when one of them needs it. It's obvious Lena is a part of a group that helps National City or whatever. It was actually kind of obvious because every time she ran off for an 'emergency', you only had to turn on the news to see something crazy happening in town.

"I'm a part of the Superfriends." She bites her lower lip when you don't show any real reaction. "It's supposed to be a secret."

"Lena, Supergirl showed up at your house yesterday to give you a ride. It wasn't a well-kept secret, anyways."

"Wait, so. You knew?" Lena's voice comes out so shocked it's in a high pitch you have never heard before.

"Had my suspicions, sure." The conversation is briefly put to a stop while you pour coffee for both of you, but even before you have your first sip, Lena speaks.

"I don't understand why you are mad at me then. If you knew all along what I was doing, how could you be mad? How could you think Kara is something other than my friend?"

"Well, first of all, I had my suspicions, but not convictions because you never told me anything so I could've been completely off. And second of all, I didn't know all along. I had to go slowly piecing it together by myself because you wouldn't come out and be honest with me. And third, and most importantly, how can I not be mad when you left me high and dry at your place last night and ran off with Kara again?" 

"Nia was hurt! I had to go help out. How could I not have run out?"

"That's not what I'm saying. You don't get it, do you?" She doesn't. She looks at you so damn lost you know for sure she doesn't get it at all. "I'm not telling you shouldn't go help your friends. I'm asking you to just tell me about it. Don't tell me that you have to go because you have an emergency. Tell me Nia is hurt and I will tell you to go help her, I'll offer you my help. I not only won't be upset about you leaving, but I'll admire you even more."

You round the counter, looking at her with doe-eyes. 

"I'm tired of this double-life. It's like you're two different people. I – I don't know what to tell you, I just feel like I'm dating a CIA agent who's been lying to me about who she is. And it sucks."

Lena blinks. "I know." Because she didn't even realize what she was doing in the first place, but now that you have laid all on the table for her, it makes more sense than ever. She felt the same thing before and she can't believe she's been doing the same thing. "God, I know how you feel. And I'm sorry I kept you in the dark. You have every reason to be upset. Please forgive me. I promise I will be completely honest from now on."

"That's all I'm asking."

"Well," Lena looks at your coffee mug to see you didn't have much of it. "Why don't you drink some more? I feel like you'd have to be pretty awake for what I have to say next."

"Oh…kay?" You gulp on your coffee and look at her wide-eyed.

"Well, it's complicated. But, more than a year ago, before we met, I set out to find more things about my mother." Lena says and you agree with your head, because she has told you before all of her story and the fact that she lost her mom when she was younger. "It turns out that my mother was a witch."

"Huh?"

She takes a deep breath. "And so am I." 

"You're a what, now?"

"You wanted the whole truth." Lena smiles sheepish and you furrow your brows hard at your new discovery. Yep, you didn't see this one coming. Honestly, if she had told you Kara was Supergirl, you would've been a lot less surprised.

"I did, didn't I?" It's a lot to process, but you take one good look at Lena and you know it took everything in her to tell you this, and so, even though you don't truly understand what it means and what she does exactly, you know she needs support right now. "So my girlfriend is a witch and a genius and she is part of the Superfriends, and helps out with saving the world and stuff?"

"I guess you could put it like that." She says, tentatively.

"You're awesome, Lena. I'm happy you told me everything. It helps me understand you a lot better, and it only makes me love you more."

Lena's eyebrows raise and she can't help her surprised face, "You love me?"

"Yeah, I do. I love you."

"I love you too, my little stray cat."

You feel your worries melt away in the kiss and you're happy Lena trusts you enough to tell you about this other part of her life. It also feels good to know her secret and where she runs off to everytime. Plus, how did you get so lucky? She's hot, she's smart, she's a goddamn goddess and she also saves the world? She is more than you could ever dream, and you’re so glad she is yours.

[mychoombatheroomba]

Idle Fantasies

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 26

Maybe it was stupid to dream, but you let yourself do it anyway.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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"You asked me once what I'd do, if I hadn't enlisted," you began one night, as you circled Leon in the training yard, listening to the music Krauser subjected you both to. The topic was brought up after days of you thinking about that brief discussion you'd had with Leon. The grim turn of focus after you'd given each other a few moments of respite. 

Did you choose this? STRATCOM. This training.

The question - and Leon's answer - had taken up much of your thoughts these last few days. And it had all culminated in one way. One thought that you had promised never to entertain: what if? 

What if things had never gone wrong? 

What if your world hadn't been altered so completely? 

Hell, what if you'd never enlisted in the first place? 

"Think I have an answer for you." 

Leon's eyebrows rose in surprise, and not just because of the knife you swung at his stomach. One he dodged easily - and one that he punished with a near-miss swing at your attacking arm. You tried to hold Krauser’s lessons in mind. Tried to treat the practice blade as real. The threat of it made you both more cautious.

The trouble was that even having been with each other, even knowing each other so intimately, sparring was still very much a dance between the two of you. A language the two of you had perfected over the months, one that got your heart beating fast for more than just the danger of it. "Oh yeah?" He breathed and went after you with a quick slash to the chest. Almost had you there, too. "What would you do, then?" 

You swiped at him again, circling around him and bringing your unarmed hand towards his blade, trying to push it out of the way. It led to a brief but lightning fast exchange of hands and blades swinging at each other, neither of you gaining much ground before you both retreated back. 

He was smiling at you proudly. Better luck next time, he said without words, his eyes roaming your body for just a moment.

You couldn't help but smile back and do the same.  

"Think I'd make a pretty good DJ," you shrugged, nodding towards the open window of Krauser's office. Bluegrass was back, unfortunately. "Better than whoever he's listening to." You raised your voice a little, like you were hoping Krauser heard the jab. You didn't get any response from the Major, but Leon laughed. It was good to see him in better spirits. Good to know that letting him slot his head between your thighs made him feel better. Or maybe it was just the fact that the two of you had the night to yourselves again, since your new training partners had decided to take the evening off.

Even if you and Leon had agreed to prioritize practice over sex tonight, it was an opportunity for the two of you to be together, one way or another. 

"You would only ever play the Spice Girls," Leon teased, and you nodded shamelessly. 

"Damn right. And the world would be a better place for it." You were mostly joking. Mostly. Another exchange went by, and you landed a slash on Leon's arm as he stabbed at you. He wasted no time switching hands and going for your side with his left. You counter-cut to avoid, but he ended up nicking your leg with his blade anyway. 

"Stupid songs that make you happy," he nodded as you both backed away again, repeating the words you'd spoken to him so long ago. "I'd listen to that radio station." 

"Maybe I'd play some Green Day for you. If you're lucky."

His smile widened, and you had to admit that confidence looked absolutely staggering on him. 

But however good he looked now, however proud you were of how far he'd come, you still had every intention of winning. 

So, you were ready when he came at you, knife aiming high for the well between your shoulder and clavicle. You blocked with all the certainty of a soldier who'd lived for months with a knife in your hand. Trouble was, when you countered with a stab at Leon's belly, he knocked your hand away with the same level of confidence. You were quick to attack again, bringing your knife up and over to stab at his chest. 

You'd taught him well how to defend against that. A block and another counter cut nearly caught your arm, and you exhaled sharply at the quick follow up he delivered. 

Another near miss.

Too many of those as the gap between your skill levels shrank. 

Or maybe some buried part of you just wanted to feel him on top of you for a while. 

You realized things might be dire for you as you went for a high attack, only to be blocked, and answered with a knife thrust straight at your heart. 

You smacked Leon's attack away in time. 

Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough to stop the hard side kick he delivered to your stomach  that sent you stumbling backwards. You let out a grunt at the pain just before you righted your stance.

He was becoming very fond of those kicks. 

"Not bad, pretty boy," you praised, your voice low so Krauser couldn't overhear. 

"Not too hard?" He asked, and you knew that he did it because he was trying to be mindful of your old wounds. The scars on your belly and ribs, and the trouble that the tissue underneath sometimes gave you. 

You appreciated the concern, but with how your blood was pounding in your veins, you couldn't help but feel it was misplaced, right now. 

"You're fine," you shook your head, and then you rushed him. Your strikes and defenses happened almost simultaneously, you going high and Leon going low. You were the one a step ahead this time, though, and you hooked his leg and brought him down. You saw surprise cross his face, but only for a moment before you were struggling against each other on the ground, bodies pressed against each other. "Besides . . ." you managed through gritted teeth, just as the two of you finished your grapple with you narrowly coming out on top. Your knife slid into place, held in a reverse grip at his neck. He was getting damn good . . . but you were still better. You grinned down at Leon, pinned to the ground beneath you, and spoke quietly to finish your thought, ". . . I don't mind it rough." 

His face went bright red, and then he smiled after a moment. However much of a hardened soldier he was becoming, you took special joy in knowing that you could still make him blush.  "Is that right?" he asked. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he promised with a hushed voice, and you got your second victory out of his flustered state. 

So, taking in the sight, you climbed off of him and offered him a hand up. 

He smiled up at you as you pulled him from the ground, and he dusted himself off. "So, a DJ, huh?" Leon didn't seem to quite believe you, but the idea seemed to make him happy all the same. 

"Ah, probably not," you admitted. "Just the first thing off the top of my head."

"I could see it," Leon said, and then went on after a moment. "Or, you know, an MMA fighter." 

You snorted, nodding. "Or that." You rolled your shoulders back, taking a breath and asking him the question that had been on your mind for days now. "What about you?" 

Leon looked at you then, and you could tell he was trying to deflect as he raised a brow. "Do I like it rough? Or . . ." 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "What would you do? If you could go anywhere? Be anything?" It was a big question. The kind that middle schoolers asked of each other, when the whole world seemed like it was laid before them. Before most saw the railroad tracks their lives were angled down. It was the kind of question you didn't concern yourself with often, because why worry about something that would never be? With Leon, though . . . you wanted to know what shape his life might have taken if not for all he'd suffered. What he would choose now, knowing what he did. 

And you found yourself unsure of what to think when Leon looked at you and shrugged after a long moment. "Honestly? I . . . I guess I don't know, either." His words were quiet, betraying how much the thought bothered him. "I mean, I thought about being a cop somewhere else. After Raccoon City. But . . . I just couldn't shake it. What happened there." You knew all too well the meaning behind those words. "Not that I had long after it all happened before they 'asked' me to join." 

"If they'd given you a choice?" You found yourself asking, hating the world for even needing to pose choice in this as a hypothetical. "Would you have joined?" You weren't quite sure why you were asking. 

Maybe, perhaps because some part of you wondered if his choice would involve the life you had chosen for yourself. Not the idle fantasies, but the real one. The one you both were in now.

Leon pressed his lips into a thin line, and again, shrugged. "I don't know. I mean . . . I've always wanted to help people. I think . . . I know there's a chance for us to do that. It's just . . ." 

"Not how you pictured doing it." You finished the thought for him, and he nodded. 

"Yeah." 

You could sympathize. You hadn't joined the Army with any grand ambitions. It had been an escape. A desperate one, from a life that would have gone nowhere otherwise. You'd never planned on becoming a Sergeant, initially. And you'd never planned on becoming an agent for a classified program. You'd never had the imagination to predict any of this. 

But here you both were. The two of you, your lives taken and twisted into something you hadn't been meant to live. At the whim of something you couldn't control. 

Cogs in a machine. 

And even if you felt like it was a machine you belonged in, there was, perhaps, a part of you that wanted something else. 

"Maybe not a DJ for me," you said, after a long pause between you and Leon. "Maybe just . . . a house away from everything. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere green." 

You watched as the words made his face shift, and he looked at you with that soft, beautiful smile of his. "That sounds nice. Maybe in the mountains somewhere-" he said it like it was something he thought about, too. Like it wasn’t just your stupid little pipe dream, but his as well. 

Suddenly, you felt more vulnerable than you were comfortable with, so you shrugged. Played it off as nothing. Waved away a mosquito that got too close - a herald of the summer on the way. "Probably not in the cards, though." 

"Maybe not now . . ." Leon stepped closer, and you realized that you were entertaining too much hope, ". . . but some day-" 

"Think you're being optimistic again there, Kennedy." 

"You started the conversation," Leon pointed out. You had to give him that. 

"I did." Because some part of you was awake, now. A part of you that you didn’t want, but every moment you spent with Leon, it stirred more and more. A foolish, impossible longing for something that you could never have, because there would never be anything normal about your life ever again. 

But you imagined it, anyway. 

You hadn’t used to. Not before Leon. 

“But seriously,” Leon went on, and you wished he would drop it, “that’s a good dream.” 

“It’s an unlikely one.” 

“You’re not asking to go to the moon, you know,” he chuckled. “You’ll have to live somewhere.” 

“I’ve lived on a base since I enlisted,” you shook your head. “Don’t know if I’d know what to do with myself out of one.” It was spoken with an air of realization, because you hadn’t really thought about it before now. You’d just accepted that as your reality. But when you were done with training, when you were sent out into the world, would that change? You almost couldn’t imagine it. 

“Maybe we’ll have to find out, then,” Leon said, and you just looked at him. Wondered if you should shoot down the idea. 

You wondered too little and too late, though, because you found yourself nodding. Because you wanted to entertain something happy. Not just for him, but for the both of you. “Maybe we will.” It was too much of an allowance of hope, though, so even as you watched Leon’s smile brighten, you shrugged again. Backpedaling. “No sense thinking about it much now, though. Not like we’re leaving this base any time soon.” 

And, because fate liked to make you the butt of so many jokes, you were proven very much wrong the next morning. 

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The sound of tires scraping against gravel. The distant growl of heavy engines. 

The morning run was interrupted the next day by the sounds of vehicles. Leon had enough sense not to let the sound distract him too much, but once breakfast came around, the whispers had well and truly spread through the base. 

It was Alenko who voiced those whispers, his eyes alight with a more genuine excitement than Leon had ever seen from him.

"Did you see the monsters they drove in?" he asked, sitting down at the table with an energy that didn't match how utterly bruised he was. 

"Heard them," you nodded, taking a bite of the rice and meat they'd served that day. "Sounded heavy duty." 

"A bunch of Humvees, APV's, they even brought an M1117," Alenko exclaimed with such genuine glee, and Leon had to smile. 

“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Leon held up his hands in celebration, earning him a side-eye from you. 

“It’s May.” Your deadpan just made him laugh. 

“Ah, you’re no fun.” 

You gave him a look at his response, shaking your head and returning to your meal. But he saw the little smile curving the corners of your mouth. He would never tire of that smile. Not after the sun and all the stars burned out. 

“You’ve probably never seen any of those heavy vehicles up close, have you, rookie?” Valeria asked, raising an eyebrow in Leon’s direction. 

His focus recentered, Leon studied the dark-eyed soldier then, wondering where she was going with this, because Valeria seemed to always be going somewhere with everything she said. “No,” he admitted, and he felt your eyes on him again. 

“Oh, you’ll be in for a treat then,” Valeria said the words with a smile.

Leon learned soon that she was right, because Krauser, it seemed, had called in more than just the APV’s and Humvees. An officer accompanied the vehicles, and several technicians. Mechanics. People who specialized in keeping the machines running. It became clear that the Major intended you all to learn your way around the machines, but the greatest surprise came the day after the vehicles arrived. 

Because as the squad formed up for morning drills, the Major made an announcement. 

“I’ll be leaving you all for a few weeks,” he began, and Leon was sure that, were they not all standing at attention, there would have been murmurs throughout the squad. He could see your eyes widen, clearly taken by surprise. “Got a report I need to make to Command. If all goes well, I’ll have some new things for you when I get back. New lessons.” Leon knew what he meant, then. He knew that he was going to speak to Command about the bioweapons. He was going to try to do as Leon asked, going about it the careful way. 

Leon hadn’t pegged Krauser as one to cleave to what his superiors ordered all the time, but he supposed that if this was his life, if the Army and STRATCOM were all he had, then he understood that caution. 

And if this let them all keep their instructor, then Leon was more than accepting of this happening the “right” way. 

He couldn’t believe he was actually rooting for this path so he could go on being taught by an asshole who had woken him up with tear gas. Who’d done so much to break him and you and everyone else down. But he was understanding now what you had known all along. That Krauser, despite it all, was doing his best to make sure that you would all survive everything. That you would all have as many tools at your disposal as possible. 

And that included APV’s, apparently. 

APV’s . . . but that wasn’t where things were going to end, it seemed, because Krauser went on as a more lithe but no less stern man stepped up beside him. “This is Commander Cortez. He’ll be taking you all on a little field trip up to Fort Benning. It’s past time you all got some experience behind the wheel.” 

And Leon had seen the way your eyes widened as Krauser gave the location. You and all the rest of your squad. Alenko looked like he was about to jump out of his skin, he was so excited. 

He asked you later why you’d balked like that. 

“Fort Benning,” you began to answer, “it’s where the Armor School is. They train cavalry scouts there and-”

Alenko cut you off, his smile making him seem years younger. “And tanks, man,” he said, and Leon felt his eyes widen. “That’s where you learn how to drive tanks.” 

Leon went quiet for a moment, looking over at you, then nodding. “Huh. Well, shit.” 

It seemed the two of you would be getting some time off-base after all.

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A/N: Just a cute lil chill chapter for Valentine's Day!

[dreamyenskz]

days like this || bang chan x fem!reader (ft. skz)

↳ you go on a road trip with the boys

↳ masterlist

genre: fluff

warnings/notes: chan and reader are disgustingly cute, reader is the same age as chan, kinda short

*lowercase intended

"are we almost there?"

"i'm so tired!"

"get your feet off of me!"

"i need to go to the bathroom~"

"han is drooling on me!"

"why are you touching my butt?"

"why did we agree to thi-"

the group reaches a stop light. chan decided to take the chance to turn around. "hey, respectfully.. shut up!" he yells at them.

the boy's immediately go silent while you were in the passenger seat, stifling your laughter. you looked back at the kids and you felt a little bad. you know that they're all tired and can't seem to keep still, but poor channie has to take care of his seven grown children. you grab his hand and caress it with your thumb to comfort him. chan looks over at you and smiles. he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it.

you can hear the low sounds of disgust coming from behind you two.

"if i had realized earlier that we'd have to be stuck with this for hours, i wouldn't have come." hyunjin whines.

you and chan look at each other. it's like you two communicate telepathically and know exactly what to do. that's when you both lean in to peck each other on the lips. when you separate, all the boys groan in disgust and whine like little kids. you and chan start giggling at their reactions.

it's 12 am. you guys were currently on a road trip. it was one of those spontaneous ideas that the boys have thought of. (i honestly have no idea where lmfao let your imagination run free). chan has been driving for the past 3 hours with a couple breaks in between. you could see how tired he was. it didn't help that the kids were complaining and asking questions. chan was glad that you came along. it was originally supposed to just be a group thing, but he knew that he was gonna need the extra help to stay sane. when chan asked the rest of the boys if you could come, they were more than happy to say yes. they all really enjoy having you around. they depend on you like the mother of the group. your relationship with each of the boys developed at different rates. half of them, you immediately clicked with. for the rest of them, it took a while to warm up to you. now, you get along with all of them fairly. every moment you spend with them gets pretty chaotic but you enjoy it nonetheless.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

after about a half hour more of driving, chan pulls up to another gas station. he turns the ignition off and turns around. "if any of you guys need to get food or use the bathroom, go now." all of the boys get out to stretch out, leaving you and chan alone in the van.

"thank you for being here, y/n. i think i'd be going crazy the moment we got into the van if you weren't here. we all really needed this small vacation before going back to work, but i guess i kind of forgot that the kids can be pretty crazy." he chuckles and looks over at you. he has a soft smile on his face but you can still see those beautiful dimples trying to peek out

"of course, channie. i love spending time with all of you. the kids drive me crazy too, but god it would be so boring without them in my life. i have you to thank for giving my life more adventure. after meeting you, i wouldn't have it any other way." you say, leaning in closer to chan.

you start getting closer and your faces are only an inch apart until the kids quickly start coming back into the van. they all seem to have a little more energy after putting some more food into their system. this causes you and chan to part and jump a little.

"alright let's get back on the road!" felix says excitedly

chan starts the van and grabs your hand. you look over at him and he leans over to give you a quick peck on the lips. good lord the butterflies he is giving you is no joke.

you hear tiny mumbles and sounds of disgust. "we'll let this one slide because i guess you guys are somewhat cute." seungmin said. you guys start laughing and shaking your head. chan put the van on drive and goes back onto the road. for the rest of the drive, you and the boys sing and dance along to a bunch of kpop songs.

while you're having fun, you look around at the boys. you realize how grateful you are for the life that's been given to you. you have chan to partially thank for that. he's been nothing but the best and you appreciate everything he's done. you can't help but just stare at him as he's singing. he just looks so happy and you would do everything in your power to keep seeing him like that.

the screaming of the kids brought you back to reality, and you continue to sing along very off key with them.

it's days like this that you wouldn't trade for the world.

i've been having a lot of chan soft thoughts lately so yeah lol

i hope you guys enjoyed this one! if you did check out my other works :)

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[we-were-born-to-be-free]

Beautiful - D.M

It started yesterday afternoon. The unwanted comments about your appearance. You had finally started thinking you were pretty, after all those weeks of despising yourself for how you looked. Draco helped you though it all. He would tell you how beautiful you are and that he was going to help you through it.

If it was someone else saying something, you would have just brushed it off. But it was your mother. She wasn’t the most kind and understanding, but she was there. That’s all that mattered. Until it didn’t.

She started with comments about your acne, pointing out everything on your face that wasn’t meant to be there. You couldn’t do anything about that, you cleaned your face twice a day, took pills to make it go away. It wasn’t your fault. It couldn’t be.

Then came the comments about your weight. That was where she struck a nerve. You don’t know if she knew it was your biggest insecurity, but she knew everything. “When are you going to start getting thin? No boy is ever going to look at you if you don’t lose some weight.”

You held it in for the rest of the day, until you had finished dinner and retired to your room. You started crying, tired of everything you couldn’t change, everything you couldn’t be. Sobs racked your trembling frame as you sat on your bed.

 Thankfully you had enough privacy to be alone for some time. You wished that Draco was with you to comfort you, to tell you that everything was going to be alright. At the same time, you were grateful he wasn’t here. You didn’t want him to see you in this state.

You started undressing and changing into your satin pyjamas, until you looked in the mirror. You stared at the person looking back at you, not recognising who she was. What had happened to that sweet, innocent girl that you were only a few months ago? With the scars on your arms and inner thighs, where did she go to?

You grabbed the blade from your bathroom and pressed it deep into your skin. Silent tears are running down your face as you watch your crimson blood flow down your arm. You stand in front of the mirror, despising yourself once again.

You drag yourself back to your bed and curl up in a tight ball, wishing all the hurtful things happening to you would stop. You were thankful that you were going back to Hogwarts, away from the rude comments and nasty people.

The following day, you made your way to King’s cross Station, with your mother and father. You bid them farewell and immediately started looking for your boyfriend.

And there he was, in his formal black suit, hair neatly styled, as always, and electric grey eyes scanning the train for any sign of you. As his eyes landed on you, his gaze softened when a small smile started forming on his face.

He took a few long strides towards you before engulfing you in a hug. You savoured the scent of his strong cologne and minty breath; the scent you craved when you were hurting. You had almost broke down there and then, but you held it in when your boyfriend pulled away from your comforting embrace.

"Hello love. How was your holiday," he said sweetly.

"It was fine. Can talk about it later though," you pleaded. You weren't ready to tell him about the events of your miserable holiday. You were scared. Scared of what he would think of you. Would he leave you once he sees the marks on your inner thighs and on your wrists?

"Of course, love," he agrees to hesitantly.

Later, when you find all your friends, Blaize, Pansy, and Theodore, you all find a compartment and start catching up with each other.

All was well. You were having fun, laughing at all your friends' jokes.

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A few days went by. You weren't coping with anything. You had become more self conscious, more aware of what you were doing, eating, and what you were wearing.

You had completely stopped eating, using excuses to miss lunch to study in the library, or you had unfinished homework to do, or you simply weren't hungry.

You hoped no one would notice. No seemed to at least. But Draco did. He knew about your history with self harm. He said he would always be there for you, whenever you needed him. He will always give you space, but he hadn't seen you eat anything since you both came back from the holidays.

He went to the Great Hall, scanned his eyes over the crowd to find you, only to see that you weren't there. That was it. You weren't taking care of yourself, and he was going to make sure that it wouldn't be happening again.

The thought of having lunch left his mind as he turned quickly on his heels to look for you. Would you be at the library or in your dorm, since you had a free period? Draco knew you well, so he headed up to your dorm room.

He knocks on your door," Hey love. It's me can I come in?"

No answer.

He knocks again, this time louder, with worry in his voice ,"Y/N?"

Still no answer. He opened your door and looked around frantically. Where were you? He stood laid out all the possibilities of where you might be when he heard it. A muffled sob. Your muffled sob.

He opened the bathroom door, and he's glad he did. He saw you, sleaves rolled up, blade in hand and the worst of all, blood.

You stared in the mirror, unable to do anything. He rushed towards you, knocking the blade out of your hand.

"Love, what the fuck are you doing? You know that it's bad for you. You're hurting yourself darling. Don't do this," he says trying to persuade his girlfriend.

"Am I not doing enough? What am I doing wrong love?"

"Nothing, Draco. You're not doing anything wrong. You have been so supportive and helpful, and I am so grateful for it. You're doing the most you can right now and that's enough."

"Don't hurt yourself Princess, you're so beautiful."

"No. No I'm not."

"Yes, you are love."

"I SAID I'M NOT, SO FUCKING BELIEVE ME FOR ONCE," you said, losing all patience and the will to hold it in. You fell to the floor, tears flowing freely down your face. Draco caught you as you fell.

He held you close, knowing how much you needed him to be there. You were in so much pain, going through so much hurt and he had no clue until now.

Your heart wrenching sobs broke his heart. Why can't he fix it? He should be able to, right? He promised that he would take away all that made you upset, but why can't he fix it. Before he knew it, tears of his own were falling onto his cheeks.

He held onto you until your cries turned into quiet sniffles. He moved your hair from your face and truly looked at you. He noticed the bags under your eyes, the fresh scars on your wrists, and your miserable frown.

You tried to scoot yourself closer to him, wanting his warmth and comfort.

"Love, lets get you cleaned up first, yeah?"

You just nodded, not being able to fathom any words from all the crying. You both moved towards your bed, flopping on it, wanting to continue cuddling with you boyfriend.

Once he got you all cleaned and bandaged your wrist, he asked you why you started cutting again. You told him the story of your dreadful holiday, not without a few tears.

"My love. I'm so sorry baby," he apologises, bringing his forehead to touch yours. "I'm so sorry. If I had asked you what was wrong after the holiday, would you have stopped?"

"No. I would still feel like this. Miserable, ugly and so, so unworthy of your love."

Draco's tears fell as he brought your lips to his, pouring out all the love he could into his kiss. "I'm sorry beautiful. It's all my fault. I didn't pay enough attention to you and look where you've ended up. But I promise," he declares as he sniffles, "I promise to help you through this. To help you love yourself again. Is that okay?"

You nod appreciatively. You were so grateful he stayed with you. You don't know what you would do without him.

"Thank you Draco. I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful. Now come here. I'm long due for cuddles," he says, motioning for you to sit beside him.

He held you close for the rest of the evening, savouring the way you felt against his body. He felt like he was protecting you. Like he was keeping you safe.

Before you just drifted off to sleep, you heard him say, " Love?"

"Mhm?"

"I love you, okay? I'll help you through this beautiful. I promise."

He kissed your forehead tenderly, sealing the promise he made to you.

"I love you too, Draco. Thank you. For everything."

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: this was requested a long time ago, so thank you the person who requested and I apologise for how long this took ...

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🌿ISTJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Neutral Good 🔮Virgo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Libra Rising  

𝑺𝑭𝑾 🌿

・You aren’t the partner Susan thought she would end up with. But somehow you ended up being better than anyone she could have imagined

・Where Susan is logical, you’re emotional. She sees problems and automatically goes into solution mode, where you see a problem ... and panic

・You make her laugh all the time, and that’s what one of the things she loves most about you

・You can make any situation light-hearted somehow. Even if you don’t mean to. May it be by your facial expressions, your off-hand comments or eye rolling. You just have a way of making things seem not so horrible

・You aren’t like any of her siblings, but if you had to be compared, then Lucy would be the closest in personality. You both get along very well. But you do hold a special place in your heart for Edmund. Because he still kicks himself for his actions with the White Witch

・You ... endure Peter... well, at first you did. At first you hated him. He was an arrogant ass (and sometimes still is) but you grew to love him too. Because of one night when a lord from another kingdom came and said you shouldn’t get married to Susan because of your gender

・Peter stood up for you. He didn’t take those comments lightly and reminded the lord who was in charge. 

・And afterwards, when it was just the four Pevensies and you, you and Susan ran and hugged Peter. 

・He sees you as another sister, and whenever he sees you, he kisses both your cheeks and hugs you tightly

・Because you bring a lot of joy, wherever you go

・Your love story with Susan started with a sprained foot and a few tears. Absolute romance. 

・And from that riding accident grew affection, friendship and love. 

・You like to get Susan leather-bound journals so that she can record all the information she wants about Narnia. 

・You can often find the second oldest Pevensie in the library, the throne room (she’s the one who listens to the qualms and issues of the Narnias) or out riding

・Susan has shown you how to shoot an arrow and you aren’t that bad at it. But you prefer the little dagger that Lucy gave to you one Christmas 

・You and Susan married three years after knowing each other (and of course being in a relationship). 

・Edmund was the one who spurred Susan into action. Because you felt like yuou didn’t have the authority to ask for her hand

・Your shared quarters are the highest in the castle. Because Susan loves going to the tallest part of the castle and watching the stars (she loves astronomy)

・A lot of your conversations are you ranting and Susan nodding along. She’s learned not to tell you to ‘look at the other person’s perspective’. Because you just want her to listen and AGREE with you 

・Susan loves hot baths, and you’ll often make one up for her after a long day 

・Oh and you LOVE shining the Pevensie’s crowns. Even though they don’t expect you to ... and often tell you not to because that’s not your station... you love making them sparkle. And it takes a chore away from the servants 

・You love pulling jokes on Peter and Edmund with Lucy. She follows you around like a lost puppy

・There’s an owl that visits the pair of you often. You thought maybe he just liked to fly to your window because he’s always done that. But you’ve been seeing him follow you

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Now, Susan wasn’t so into giving you a pet name. She thought they were a bit silly, but now she’s gotten used to the idea of love. She calls you darling, and only darling. It’s a very special name. One that has a lot of love behind it, because it’s what her mother calls her and her siblings. 

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Gift-giving and Words of Affirmation. Susan spends a lot of time thinking of the perfect gifts for you. Even if it isn’t your birthday, or an anniversary or special holiday. Whenever the idea hits, Susan has to get you a gift. But they’re very intricate and well-thought out. For example, she gave you a necklace that was pure gold, with different gemstones to represent you, her and her siblings (since they’ve become family to you):

(imagine the surrounding stones in rainbow order with red (ruby) in the middle, then garnet, citrine, emerald, sapphire and amethyst.)

The necklace isn’t as big as it looks in the image, and the gold gleams in the sunlight. It’s a gift she thought hard on, and actually went to each sibling to have their input. It made you feel so welcomed.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) by Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ Logical, Doesn’t Show Emotion Until She Knows The Full Story (Susan) x Dramatic, Will Cause A Scene (You)

  ✧ Dumbass (You) x Oh God, I Guess That’s My Dumbass (Susan)

  ✧ Mature/Responsible (Susan) x Snarky/Fierce (You)

[captainshurley]

Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 4)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Previous chapter

It had been a hard week at work. Every now and then, the bosses found reasons and excuses to send y/n on a long duty where nothing was happening and literally had to stand in one place. Perhaps some of Y/n's coworkers would have been happy with such work tasks. Just standing and observing is not a difficult thing to do. But Y/n preferred to be really useful on duty and help people with actions. If it weren't for her partner, she would have thought about changing jobs or at least transferring to another station long ago. To tell the truth, Y/n even found out about vacancies for transfer, but, unfortunately, they were only on the other side of the country, and she was definitely not ready to move and make new connections now.

It was finally the weekend. There is time to relax and take time for herself.

In y/n's house, as usual on those rare days when they were home, music was playing at full volume. Y/n liked to turn up the music and sing along to her favorite song. Lately, her playlist had been filled with lyrical songs about complicated love relationships. Despite all the seeming depression it helped her relax and even feel better for a while.

A few days ago, y/n and Maria had agreed that they would meet at 5 p.m., which meant there was plenty of time to take a relaxing bath, do a face mask, and get ready for the meeting.

y/n filled the bathtub, added bath salts with lavender oil and peppermint notes. The pleasant scent was relaxing and moody. She lay in the water started singing along to songs from her playlist again and after a couple minutes singing at the top of her lungs. It really did make her feel a lot better.

Half an hour later, she finished her treatments and started getting ready to go out.

Maria was getting everything ready for the upcoming dinner. David told her about what had happened between y/n and Daniel. The whole time her husband was telling Maria what had happened her eyes widened more and more. She couldn't believe that her husband's best friend, who she had known for several years and had gotten to know him quite well, would behave like that with her best friend. Maria knew Daniel was a good man. He was there for David when Maria couldn't help him no matter how much she wanted to. He was great with Finley and was a great uncle to her. But the trauma and then the breakup literally made Daniel a different person. He changed in front of his eyes. He started joking around, flirting and talking to a lot of girls. Despite this, Maria had never seen him with any of them more than twice. Each time Maria wanted to ask Daniel or at least David what she could do to help, but David assured her that they would figure it out in time. Time passed, but nothing changed.

After listening carefully to her husband, Maria decided that she could do nothing in this situation. Today was the day she would definitely talk to Daniel.

While Maria was finishing up with her preparations, the doorbell of their house rang.

"I'll get it," came Finley's ringing baby voice from the living room.

The girl happily ran to the door and opened it.

Standing on the threshold was y/n. Upon seeing Finley her lips stretched in a smile.

"Hello, princess. It's been a while. I've missed you!" y/n took a step and enclosed the girl in a hug. Finley hugged her back.

"I missed you too Aunt y/n." The girl got out of the hug "Why have you been so long since you stopped by?" Finley made a hurt look and folded her arms across her chest.

"I'm sorry, princess. I promise I'll visit you more often. By the way, I brought you something."

Y/n picked up the bag she had left nearby earlier to hug the girl and pulled out a small, soft hedgehog that held a heart in its little paws.

"Here. I had one of these years ago. I was at the store recently and saw a cute pair of these and decided to buy one. If you miss me again, just click right here" she lightly pressed the hedgehog's belly and the heart light lit up. "Mine will have a light too. Let you have one and I'll have the other, okay?"

Finley hugged her hedgehog "I'll name him Bradley. Thanks y/n!"

The girl gave y/n another hug and happily ran to her daddy to show off her new pet.

The y/n smiled at how little it takes for a child to be happy, walked into the house and closed the door behind her.

"Maria, where are you?" she said so she could definitely be heard.

"In the kitchen" came Maria's reply and y/n headed there.

Entering the kitchen y/n greeted her friend warmly "Sorry I got here early. I was a little out of time on the drive" y/n had anxiety when she was late, so she often arrived early. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"No, of course not, what are you saying that for! I'm always happy to see you. Can you help me out a little?"

"Sure."

As they finished preparing for dinner, Maria decided it was a good time for a heart-to-heart talk.

"y/n, David told me a little bit about what Daniel did. I'm really sorry about what happened. Don't think he's a bad person. He's just confused and doesn't know how to make things right for now. If you get to know him better, you'll see that he's a nice and caring friend."

"Maria, come on. I've already talked to David about this. It's okay. Everyone has bad times. I'll give him a second chance if that's what you want" y/n smiled at Maria. She wasn't doing her friends any favors. If they both thought she should hang out with Daniel, maybe it really was worth it.

The doorbell rang again. This time y/n went to open the door.

Daniel was standing on the doorstep of the Harwoods' house. He was a little nervous. He wanted to do the right thing this time.

When the door opened, there was y/n standing on the doorstep. Wheeler literally lost his ability to speak and was only able to stare at the girl in fascination. At her beautiful eyes, her soft smile.

"hey! Are you okay?" interrupted the silence y/n. "Come on in" she stepped aside, letting the man into the house.

"yeah, yeah, I'm okay. You look beautiful." A blush of embarrassment appeared on the girl's face. Daniel found the strength to finally take a step into the house. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I really do."

"Thank you" replied y/n timidly and walked with Wheeler to the Harwoods.

Finley, seeing Uncle Dan, ran up to give him a hug. Daniel picked the girl up, lifted her into his arms and hugged her.

"Hey, little one! How you doin'?"

The girl showed pouted her lips as if offended, but a breakable smile was breaking her image

"I'm not little! I'm doing great."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You are the big one." Daniel said with a warm smile and set the girl on her feet "So big I can't hold you in my arms anymore"

"And Aunt y/n got me a hedgehog" said Finley showing her new toy to Uncle Dan.

"Oh, he's really cute. Almost as cute as..." Wheeler didn't have time to finish his sentence because he was interrupted by Maria's voice

"Fin, take the hedgehog to your room and it's time for dinner."

Maria stepped a little closer to her friends and looking rule at Wheeler said "Dan, can you help me get something from the basement? I'd ask David, but he insists that no one can even go near his signature dessert!"

Of course, she could handle getting a bottle from her husband's bar herself, but she desperately needed an excuse to talk to Wheeler one-on-one.

"I'll go make sure everything is ready then" smiled y/n to her friend and left.

When Maria and Daniel were alone she punched him in the shoulder

"How could you do that!" the woman sounded very annoyed.

"Ow, what have I done already? It's not my fault!" Wheeler didn't realize what was going on or what he had already done.

"So you didn't write nasty things to my best friend? What is wrong with you Dan! I can certainly see that there's been a change with you lately and I really don't like it, but I was hoping it was just a rough patch and that my husband's best friend I met years ago would be back soon"

Damn. Maria knows everything. Wheeler absolutely recognized that he was at fault and that he had indeed changed, but what to do about everything genuinely didn't know.

"I know I'm wrong. I'll make it right. I promise. And David's best friend is still here. Just can't find his way."

"I really hope so, Daniel Marshall Wheeler!" the woman sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose "I really hope you find your way very soon... Now go to the basement and pick out some alcohol to your liking so you don't come empty handed."

Wheeler nodded in response to the instructions and went downstairs.

Dinner went as well as it couldn't have gone better. Communication between Daniel and y/n with a fair amount of effort but managed to get established. Much of this was facilitated, albeit unintentionally, by little Finley. Dan was unexpectedly very attentive to y/n and gentle in his interactions with the girl. When y/n looked at them a smile never left her lips.

By the end of dinner it was getting dark. y/n helped Maria clean up after dinner and got ready to go home.

Daniel ventured over to the girl, but this time was more careful with what he said.

"The weather's nice. Why don't we go for a walk? I'll walk you home. I promise I won't be a nuisance. At least I'll try really hard" a smile confirming the purity of his intentions stretched across Wheeler's face. He held out his hand to the girl, inviting her to take a walk.

"Okay. Why not?" the girl replied and accepted the offered hand.

Next chapter

[mattzerella-sticks]

discretionary funds (pre-Bruce/Barry, Nightwing POV)

G, 1.5k, (ao3 link)

Dearest Richard,

In the event of my death, I have named you the sole beneficiary to my estate. I know that you will spend the money wisely. However, I do have one request as to where a portion of these funds may go. For the longest time, I have been paying a select group of people to laugh at your father's jokes so that he may believe he has a decent sense of humor. To my knowledge, he is not aware. And I ask that it remains that way. Enclosed you will find a list of people who have agreed to the terms of service along with what I usually paid out to them.

With warm regards, Alfred

Dick had been doing his best to honor Alfred's request. When Bruce relayed an anecdote to him that, he claimed, Barry found hilarious, Dick suspected that Barry - who hadn't been on the list - was one of the many people Alfred had been paying off. He didn't expect Barry to turn down his money when the time came for Dick to pay.

           Dick had been taking meetings all around the tower that day. If he had stationed himself in one section, in one room, behind a desk for every single exchange he would get nothing accomplished. Instead, Dick texted each appointment his whereabouts whenever they had shifted and let them come to him. He was halfway up the bar when Barry arrived.

           “Sorry I’m late,” Barry said, “there was this whole bank robbery thing, with the Tricksters.” He waved his hand around flippantly. “I won’t bore you with the details.”

           Dick finished his rep and then released his grip on the bar. He smiled at the other man, grabbing for a nearby towel and patting dry the swathes of richly tanned skin that hadn’t been sopped by the thin, blue muscle tank he wore. “No problem.” Dick dragged it along the sinewy lines of his arms and across his chest. Then, he looped the terrycloth over her neck and pulled it taut with both hands. “Wally warned me something like that might happen. So I added leeway to account for Barry Standard Time.”

           “Barry Standard Time…” Barry had only been inside the gym for a minute, but he already began to sweat. He tugged at the collar of his button-down, prying a button loose and pulling the knot of his tie down. Dick liked exercising in high temperatures. “I hate how that’s a thing.”

           “Want to stop making it a thing? Show up on time more.”

           “Is that why you called me here?”

           “No, definitely not for that.” Dick nodded for Barry to follow him as they walked towards Dick’s duffle bag.

           He whipped the towel into the bag and snagged the checkbook he’d left on top before it slid to the floor. Dick wasn’t able to save the pen. Luckily someone else could. The telltale whooshing of a speedster’s run breezed past him and tickled the hairs at his neck. He turned and saw Barry fiddling with the pen he’d been using throughout all his meetings. Barry tilted it in one direction, watching the whale slowly drift through goo. He reversed course. The whale tumbled backwards. Gar had gotten it for him during a weekend with Rachel in San Diego.

           Barry offered Dick the pen. “What’s with the checkbook for?”

           “For picking up where Alfred left off.”

           “Come again?”

           Dick took his pen from Barry and flipped it open to where he’d already written his name. “How much did he usually offer you?”

           His pen hovered over the tiny rectangle as he waited for Barry to throw out a number. Except he never did.

           He glanced up from his checks to see Barry staring at him, confusion screwing with his features. His brows were drawn tightly together, creasing the ridge between them. His nose had scrunched, and his bottom lip jutted forward in an extreme pout. “Offer me what?” he asked, “What did… you think Alfred owed me?”

           Dick tapped the check. A tiny blue dot marred its surface. “Your fee.”

           “My fee for… what, exactly?”

           “For laughing at Bruce’s jokes?”

           “What are you talking about?”

           “You –“ Dick studied the other man for any cracks in his façade, to ensure he wasn’t being messed with. There wasn’t any. His shock was genuine. He folded his checkbook closed and pointed at Barry with it. “You mean to tell me you hadn’t any idea this was happening?”

           Barry shrugged. “Not a clue.”

           “But you…” Dick poked him with the edge of his checkbook. “You laugh at Bruce’s jokes.”

           “Because they’re funny.” Lightning sparked around the edges of Barry’s eyes, his brain working overtime as it put the pieces together. “Wait, are you suggesting Alfred used to pay people to laugh at Bruce’s jokes?”

           When Barry said it like that, plainly, it did sound pretty absurd. Dick, himself, had a similar opinion after Alfred tasked him with continuing this duty conditional to him receiving his inheritance. But there was a list of names in his checking log, and another that he hadn’t even talked to yet whose names were scratched onto checks he still held onto, that thought the whole operation ordinary.

           Maybe, when he noticed Barry’s name left off the list Alfred included, Dick should have realized he wasn’t forgotten by mistake.

           “How long?”

           “How long what?”

           “How long had Alfred been paying people?”

           Dick cringed as he remembered what Alfred had typed in his confession, the answer getting caught in his throat as he tried to voice it. Dick coughed. It tumbled out and laid, depressingly, at their feet. “Since the Justice League was formed.”

           “Since the –“ Barry’s eyes went wide. “He’s been paying people for that long?” He pulled on his tie while he spoke, causing the knot to grow smaller and smaller. “And people take these bribes? They – they –“

           “They’re not all bribes.” Dick mentioned, flicking open the cover of his checkbook. “I mean, some people – like Hal and O’Brien – sure, those are straight up bribes. But Clark, Diana… they had me cut my checks out to different charities. And Wally told me he’s been putting the checks into the twins’ college funds like all the others.”

           “Wally’s been getting paid to laugh at Bruce’s jokes, too?” Barry gaped at Dick. “How far down does this go?”

           “You… aren’t going to like the answer to that.”

           Barry’s astonishment faded soon enough, replaced with a sense of indignance. “Bruce doesn’t know about this, does he?”

           “I mean…” Dick scratched at his chin with the pen. He briefly considered Bruce was aware of what Alfred had done for him. But then he recalled a conversation he had shared with Alfred from years before, during a time when Dick and Bruce lived under the same roof. Dick was a bit annoyed with Bruce for some perceived slights. Alfred reminded Dick that sons rarely know about the things their fathers do for them. Bruce was as surprised as Dick had been when he learned that Dick was the sole beneficiary to Alfred’s estate in his will. He would bet that there were more things neither of them knew about the man, too. “If he knew, do you think I’d be here handing out checks?”

           “Why are you doing this anyway?” Barry asked. “Why not tell him what Alfred had been doing all these years?”

           “Because…” Dick broke his contest with Barry and looked elsewhere, his gaze landing on a few weights stacked in a pyramid. “Don’t you think that’d hurt? If he found out his friends were being paid to laugh at his jokes? You know him. He’d start wondering what else they were being paid to agree with, listen to, et cetera et cetera.”

           “I also know he’d appreciate his friends – his family – being honest with him.”

           “Hey, none of us kids are on the list,” Dick told him. “Besides, it looks like there are people who think he’s actually, genuinely funny.” His stare had flickered back to Barry, pinning him there with its intensity.

          ��Barry squirmed uncomfortably while trapped underneath it. “I can’t be the only one, though.”

           “Well… in terms of heroes you are.” Dick folded his arms as he ran through the list in his head for the umpteenth time. “He also paid a few civilians, too. Lucius. Dent, back when he was on the level. A few other Wayne employees and high society folk. Don’t ever remember seeing Julie Madison’s name crop up… or Sasha… Selina was on there, for a bit, but she asked Alfred to stop including her at some point.” There were pieces of a puzzle being clearly laid out on the table that Dick couldn’t quite fit together in a way that satisfied him. “And, well, Ghost-Maker surfaced after Alfred’s death… but I don’t think he’d need the money either given how much of it he has.”

           Whatever picture Dick had been trying to see, Barry must have gotten a full glimpse of it. His mouth formed a taut line as his lips pressed flat against each other, and his cheeks tinged the faintest bit of red. “That’s… hmm – that’s interesting.” Barry pulled his wrist forward, as if to check the time. Dick noticed that it was the wrist that wasn’t wearing a watch. “I’ve got to go.”

           “You do?”

           “I have a meeting back in Central that I – that I don’t want to be late to.” Barry regained his composure somewhat, despite his gaze still being unable to meet Dick’s. “I… I won’t tell Bruce about this. But maybe talk with some of the folks you do pay and figure out why they don’t find his jokes funny or… if the money’s even worth it?”

           Dick figured it was worth a shot. “I’ll try.”

           “Thank you.”

           Barry zoomed away from Dick in his next blink without saying goodbye. Dick wasn’t offended. Rather, it added to his theory that there might be a common link that all the people who found Bruce funny shared. If he figured out what that was, he could share it with the heroes and end Alfred’s series of payments for good.

           He started examining what he already knew about the small circle of those that found Bruce funny as he waited for his next appointment to find him.

[poesbeforeprose]

Chapter 2:

Four days. Four days had passed and I hadn’t seen height nor hair of this woman. I kept my head down of course, but after the mix up with her grabbing onto my arm for dear life, it struck a chord in me. The following day Keaton had teased me about it.

“You about leapt out of your skin!” He mocked.

I could do nothing but sit there and take the jokes. Even Natalie got a jab in or two. It was an embarrassing experience all in all.

Still, I stood in the kitchen of my small home staring blankly into my sink. Four days had passed and I could still feel the essence of her touch on me. The cling that lingered there, as if her nails pierced my dermis and tattooed itself there. I washed my hands again for the third time that day.

“I know bud, I have to get goin’. Someone’s gotta pay for your expensive taste.”

“Mrow.” He agreed.

Scratching him behind the ears, a sharp knock came from the front door. Jolting upright, I could see three tall, stark, looming shadows appearing from the world outside. I dropped my bag onto the counter and called out.

“Hello?”

“Lieutenant Thompson?”

Another jolt ran down my spine as I realized a few things. Most men at the station rarely addressed me by rank. The second was the sound of another voice that was gruff and slightly antagonistic. I immediately thought of Pierce. Oh no.

“Yes sir. Just a second.”

I carefully steeled myself to the coming barrage of insults and reports. I could almost feel my career slipping through my fingers. I slid open the door to face death and persecution head on.

In its stead, I saw three burly figures gathered at my door. The first, gaunt with age, a thick coat of facial hair of grey, white and black was the closest to me. The ones flanking him were roughly the same height and same build. To my left was one with a short cropped haircut in the style of a mohawk. The other was a sight to behold since everything about him was covered, especially his face. Draped around his head was a black balaclava with a tattered white skull printed on the front.

The elder spoke up, “Captain John Price. Pleased to meet your acquaintance.”

“Absolutely. Pleasure’s mine.” I answered quickly, hand outstretched. The introductions began.

Price gestured to his right, “Captain John MacTavish.”

“Soap.” He corrected, taking my hand in a firm grip.

Before he could even get the other word out, the grim figure left said, “Ghost.”

He kept his arms folded at first, his eyes sizing me up. A bead of sweat bristled along my neck.

“Nice to meet you all. How can I help you? Would you like to come in?”

“That won’t be necessary Lieutenant. We are actually here to pick you up.”

My guts fell to the floor again. “I’m sorry?”

“Get your things. You’re coming with us.” Ghost muttered. With that, he left.

Price grimaced then smiled a little, “You get used to him.”

I nodded, “Right. Sorry, I just needed a little more detail is all.”

Soap chimed in, “Right, long story short, you’ve been requested and us being the tenacious sort, didn’t want to wait too long.”

A polite meow came from my ankles as Diego appeared to greet our guests.

“Cute cat.” Price said, “Do you have a neighbor?”

“Uh, yeah my friend Keaton. Why? Am going to be gone long?”

Price scoffed and smiled, “Depends on how well you do.” Like Ghost before him, he too left me standing there with Soap and Diego. Soap just shrugged his shoulders.

“You get used to him too.”

———

Hours had passed. Several levels of clearance, a few curt nods and staying quiet through checkpoints, I was on a flight to an undisclosed location. This was a perfect combination for acute mental gymnastics to thrive as I initial thought I was going to be exiled, or court-martialed, and now I thought I was flat out being kidnapped.

On the flight, the three of them rarely spoke a word to one another. Just one gesture, some speaking in phrases or jokes only they knew and I sat there with my kit and bags prepped with me.

“Look, I feel like this was a big misunderstanding somehow.” I finally said.

Price chuckled, “It’s a little late for that now lad, we’re currently somewhere over the Pacific.”

“Oh, cool.” I muttered. The blood rushing out of my face.

“Need some crackers?” Soap joked. I felt like the spirit of Keaton wasn’t too far away after all. I simply shook my head.

“No, but I’ll watch an inflight movie.”

Soap just nodded in agreement and shot a look to Ghost.

“So, is anyone going to tell me where we’re going at least?”

“Classified.” Ghost uttered.

“Can anyone tell me why we’re going?” I said.

“Also classified.”

I slumped back into the seat and tried to close my eyes. Before I could drift off, I could hear Price finally speak up.

“Classified information is something we deal in a lot around here Lieutenant. Sometimes you just have to keep your head back and enjoy the ride.”

“Like a fine dame.” Soap stated flatly. Price told him to shut up with a single look.

“Excuse the Captain, sometimes his mouth doesn’t parlay with his brain before he speaks. What he means is that when orders come down to us, we simply act on it. Case in point.” He said gesturing to me. I nodded as if this made a little sense, but to be frank I still was lost.

“Right, so I’m on a mission, with three people I don’t know, who have patches I haven’t recognized but clearly you guys are pretty fuckin’ high up because most people don’t bat an eye at you.”

Soap chuckled, “Yeah, we’re kind of like rockstars. Like Nickelback.”

“The Rolling Stones.” Price added.

“Or the Beatles.” Ghost finished.

“And this is what you all do? Quips and escorts. None of you even asked my titles or past or anything. Just scooped me up.”

“Read your file.” Ghost started.

“Already knew everything we needed.” Soap said.

“Top marks, excellent shot, steady hand with a knife and certified to psychoanalyze the worst. The fact that you’re not in or wanted by Langley is beyond me.” Price brandished a folder out of nowhere and tossed it on the table between us. There, clear as day was my headshot and a small stack of papers bundled together.

Price shrugged, “Like I said, we deal in classified information so general info is pretty easy to come by. Don’t take it too personal.”

I felt a little less defeated at least, “No problem.”

A few minutes passed before any of us spoke up.

“Odie is a dumb fucking callsign.” Ghost grumbled.

———

After we landed everything began to become quite clear. I was rolled into a mission I was well under qualified for because whatever god above hated me. There was a penance on my head that I had to answer for and apparently that was being paraded around by three of the burliest jackasses this side of the Pacific. I could feel exhaustion run through my limbs as we eventually reached the safe house in some distant countryside. The location was specifically kept from me even though they already had any devices from me.

The door swung open and I strode across the threshold to be hit with the smell of a fire being stoked. Mixed with it was the faint scent of bourbon and something more. My stomach tightened when I finally pulled it all together. Task Force One-Forty-One, a distant land, and something I had stepped in. I turned my head to see her sitting by the fireplace, rifle pointed to the floor. Oh god no.

“Good morning Lieutenant.” She whispered. Her voice definitively different than our last meeting. It had almost a poisonous ichor to it. I was intoxicated instantly.

“Good morning ma’am, Captain, Sergeant, sir.” I fumbled.

The three behind me pushed me through the foyer as they made their way to the kitchen.

“Missus orders, found the doc.” Soap mentioned as he pulled some of his gear off.

I stared at her for just a moment then immediately at the floor. Some of this made sense, but would she be the type of person to drag me halfway across the world to murder me in cold blood? The knife she pulled from her hip had me thinking yes.

“Lieutenant Thompson correct? Welcome to the One Forty One.”

“Thanks, but I uh, don’t really know what I’m doing here.”

“No debriefing? That’s not nice Price.” She said, casting a gaze away from me. I lowered my bags to the floor.

Price shrugged, “Figured you wanted to keep your priorities close to your chest.”

“I did. Thank you.” She said.

She stood up and strode over to me. “So you’re a surgeon. A combat medic?”

My brow furrowed, “Um, yes? I mean, sort of.”

“Have you seen combat before?” Her dark eyes cut through me. She knew the answer before I even said it. My breath caught in my throat.

“No ma’am.” I finally said.

“Figures. You probably haven’t bothered with wet work before.”

I held my gaze to match hers. “No ma’am. Never have.”

She pursed her lips at me in a pout. “You expect him to be my plus one Captain?”

She said this aloud as if disgusted and turned from me.

Price answered from the kitchen, halfway between a bite, “He’s the best one on base and you and Ghost aren’t on good terms so yes.”

I twinged internally for a moment. Were they fighting? Had they double-crossed one another? Was this a sex thing? It all felt really awkward really fast. I finally noticed that I was the only one who hadn’t gotten comfortable so I picked up my bag again.

“I’ll uh, find my room.”

“I gotcha.” Soap said, shifting out of his seat. Crumbs of a sandwich resting across his shirt.

We turned a few corners until I was driven to a room in the corner of the house. A single window was letting the moonlight creep in. A lamp was already turned on and the bunk itself was just a little larger than a twin size bed.

“Home sweet home.” Soap joked. “Never mind Nyx. You…”

“Get used to her. I know.”

Soap smiled and patted me on the shoulder, “There ya go, get comfy, lights out in ten.”

“Uh, MacTavish, Captain, sir.”

“Soap, Odie. Just Soap is fine.”

“Soap, right. Can you give me a little light on what the fuck I’m doing here? I’m just a little freaked out is all.”

He thought to turn from me, walk away and leave the business behind but he sighed and shook his head. For a moment, we were of the same age, two linked in mutual confusion.

“Cadaver needs a medic because she can’t take care of herself. She asked for you specifically. If you want to know why, ask her.” He smirked with a half grin then walked off.

So, how would she know enough about me to make such a request? Who the fuck was she to think she had this kind of control? Actually, the question was how the fuck did she have this kind of control.

I sat on my bed hearing the slow thrum of my heartbeat. I clenched my fists and unclenched them to try and calm myself. Professionals. They were all professionals at what they did and I was being pulled into whatever it is that they needed done. What she needed done. A rush of anticipation flooded through me, a cold shock of adrenaline that bounced through my stomach. To be chosen with such high regard, by peers that were obviously renowned, was something special. I just hoped to not fuck it up.

[spectaculardistractions]

To Luis Alcoriza

Paris, 31 March 1974

Dear Luis, I’ve been meaning to write to you for a while and you may have felt the same way, because every time I take a trip to Europe we exchange a few brief letters. Let’s offer mutual forgiveness.

I’ve been filming for eight weeks, five days a week, and still have another two to go. I haven’t even had a cold, although I’m sick of the bloody camera. I’m pleased with some bits of the film and dissatisfied and annoyed with most of it. I’m in the doldrums, because I have no enthusiasm, and I need it to get the project going. Our ‘dear’ public will have ‘the last word’.

I’ve heard something about your film from Jeanne, who was there for some of Jeannette’s (is that how you write it?) physiognomic transformation. Amongst other things, she told me you could have murdered Pancho Córdova, because you had to do one take 21 times. Still, I imagine the film will be good thanks to your interest and abilities as a metteur en scène. How did the 50 vultures go? When I get back to Mexico at the beginning of June the editing will be done, and I’d really like to see it, even if the sound mixing isn’t finished.

You know my thoughts on Jodorowsky. His film La montaña sagrada, in terms of filming and production quality is fantastic. By comparison, Fellini looks like a modest director of little technical skill. Of course, I could do without all that Zen and Buddha; but as a director he’s extraordinary. Over here, the press claim I inspired him, but I know I don’t hold a candle to him. By my calculations, the film must have cost about four million dollars. How did he manage to convince a producer to let him handle that much money? Genius! What a shrewd businessman!

As you know, my film is made up of twelve ‘episodes’ you might call them, linked by some anecdotal character who joins the end of one to the next, providing a kind of overall continuity. One of those episodes is the idea about the kidnapping of a girl, it lasts about five minutes; two scenes, one at a school and the other at the police station. Our treatment didn’t fit in a two or three-reel film, because it was too long and when the disappearing trick had been used once, to repeat it would have been an annoying tautology. Obviously, we didn’t use it, which is why I think I should pay you for any hypothetical sale we might have made. If you agree, I’d like to give you 50,000 pesos compensation. Or more, if you think that’s only fair. Let me know and I’ll pay you whenever you like. This is a personal offer of course, nothing to do with the producer.

I was also thinking of making a film with you that I would just produce, nothing else. But we can discuss that later. We’d have to forget that joke about what a tyrant I’d be to the director of course. I could put up some of the capital with… Alatriste?

Marciano de la Fuente, a Spanish producer, came here to see me and told me you were definitely going to Spain to make Misericordia by Galdós. That could be a stupendous film. It was one of my favourite projects back in the day. When you write back, let me know when you’re going to Spain. I’m thinking of going before I return to Mexico.

Tired out by all this writing, I leave you. Kisses for Janet.

Warm regards, Luis

Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters

[bird-of-eternia]

Persephone Anne- Parent Visit

Perry sat across the table from her mother. It was the obligatory parent visit of the week and she had driven 45 minutes to visit for hopefully only an hour.

As her mother talked about the same things she had talked about the last visit, Perry stared at the yellowed paint on the ceiling. The years of chain-smoking by her grandparents had congealed on the walls. In some spots you could see the accumulated cigarette smoke dripping like old molasses.

Perry's parents had tried remodeling but had only gotten half way done in the ten years since the grandparents passed.

"...I'm making her a baby basket. You know the ones made of diapers? I thought it'd be cute." Her mother sat back in her chair, hands folded around a coffee cup, smiling.

"Yeah, I think that's really nice of you." Perry tried. She really tried.

"Yup, I thought so....I love her so much," she chuckled. "Even though she's, you know....with a another girl. She was with a man but then she left him and got back with her ex girlfriend. Even though she's abusive...Liz knows I don't agree with that kinda stuff but she loves me." She took a sip of her coffee. "But oh well, I suppose. I almost made a joke the other day, because they both have the same name, you know Liz and Liz, she walked in and I wanted to say 'oh heres Lizzie the Lezzie.'"

Perry took a sip from the sprite, mildly uncomfortable with the conversation. She imagined the reason why her mother got so excited about her younger friends or employees having babies was because her youngest daughter Persephone Anne was still childless at 28.

She was searching for something to say or a subject to change to when her father interrupted. His most defined talent.

"Look at this for a minute." He tapped around on his tablet for what seemed like forever, then turned it to face Perry.

"Man, this would freak me the fuck out boy!" He pushed his glasses up his nose, readjusting the oxygen tube.

They sat there in silence, except the occasional commentary from her father, and watched a six minute video of a hiker backing away from a cougar.

"....just imagine."

"Suckin, right there man! I woulda freaked out!"

"That's crazy, wow."

Perry tried smiling and attempted to blink the fuzziness from her eyes. "Wow, that's pretty scary...cool though."

"Yeah it is!" He chuckled and brought the tablet back in front of himself.

.

On the drive back home Perry blasted the stuff she listened to in highschool. Bands like My Chemical Romance, Simple Plan, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, and some newer stuff like Yungblud. She yelled along to each song until she started to get a mild headache. The rest of the drive past corn fields, through small towns, and finally back into the city, she thought of Kristen Stewart in the Rolling Stones music video. The one where they danced around at a gas station. She thought about the music video and how crazy attracted to Kristen Stewart she was. What would she say if she met them? Probably choke and embarrass herself. There was no way someone like Kristen Stewart would date someone like Perry. What would her parents think?

'Oh hey, I like women and have a girlfriend now but don't worry she's rich!' Maybe that would ease their minds.

It was okay for Liz, her mother's coworker and 'adopted' daughter, to be gay but it would be a whole different story if Perry came out. An old anger rose up in her chest along with the resentment of Liz. It wasn't the girls fault but the fact Perry's mother gushed about her and her pregnancy made Perry jealous. Especially since she knew that if she came out as pansexual to her folks they would preach the Bible to her, pray for her, tell her she was going to hell...cry probably, but Liz got a free pass because she was kind and had a baby on the way.

She pulled into her usual parking spot in front of her apartment. The ending of Helena by MCR finishing up as she mentally prepared to hoist herself from the car.

Man...Kristen Stewart was fucking hot.

[castorthegreat]

castor// journal entry 22

feb 2723

location: the tower

i’m still figuring out a journal format

the other 20 entries got uh destroyed

“And it’s the truth, this time,”

:) i never lie

“HAHAHAHAhahaha-“

but i lost in a sparrow race :(

“-hahahaha, oh that was good. Yes, he launched it into a tree and damaged his helmet. That’s why we wear protective gear!”

i’m.. immortal?? basically?? i died!!! I !! DIED!!! have more respect

“You said you ‘never lie’, hahaha, you haven’t said a joke that good in a long time!”

…

“Fine, i’ll compose myself.”

thank u

“Would you like me to put your death counter on your helmet? You shouldn’t abuse your gift so recklessly,”

????!? you just came up with the idea???? i actually try not to die bc it’s sucks u dicKWEED wow the dISRESPECT and u know it hurts like lol??

“Your interchangeable grammar still astounds me yet I still understand,”

basic language understanding allows you to phonetically recognize -

“I’m making a joke too. :)”

….!!! this is my journal!! i don’t understand!!! I LOST MY DIARY!!!! i actually had a lot on there, i was doing pretty good. i even voice recorded a journal note thing my sis recommended. it’s not that i dislike my voice but i realized i only hear my voice back to me from mission reports or observations, basic work shit, but when i heard myself try to talk about how to actually assert myself to get a position bump IDK ITS STUPID LOL jfkekckdlslf i mean it’s not stupid. it’s really important to me and i’ve worked extremely hard to get the status and title i have. i didn’t just get it handed to me

“It’s true.” Lucky Charms’ whir was soft and warm.

well it made me realize i sound so fuckING WEIRD i have actual no social navigation on how to talk about anything serious without being silly and i realized the other day when i joked about my eye again that it might be disguising.. ptsd????

growing up on base we know ptsd is part of our lives, i mean pollux and i never got a choice and we didn’t really see anything differently outside of helping others, even if we don’t fully agree on everything we both still want to help.

we were taught tools to endure constant death and that it was a sustainable lifestyle for those chosen from The Traveler.

the tools never prepared anyone for that possibility to be taken away, yknow.

…

it sucks to still talk about.

…

i know i disguise it with laughter and joy, but it still …

…

the building was just … at my feet. so much smoke and the pain of reaching to my face and my fingers went /in/ my socket anD

i’m panicking

…

… …

… woof this sucks. lol

..

… but not lol.

…

when i saw pollux at the Farm i know we could both see … in each other that things … … .. were going to be so different going forward

…

i cried first. ..

“Castor, I think it’s okay to stop, your heart rate is getting a bit out of my comfort. We can come back, little bits at a time, what do you think?”

…

… it’s difficult to get out of where i’m at. i’m still staring at pollux, i could see so much … pain and confused fury. i think i felt it too

“I remember.”

…

..

… …

…

..

hey lucky charm?

“Yes, Castor?”

… i don’t want to be there right now. how do i get out? did you say we can come back or something?

“Yes! I have compiled an album from your photo collection “space puppies” with relaxing radar beep synth wave compiled alongside it. Shall we watch that?”

“space puppies”? oh yeah. “space puppies”. i love my “space puppies”. i’ve worked very hard to grow this collection

“I thought you’d like it. Shall I being playing it while you tell me about each one?”

hey this music is nice. yeah okay okok this is helping. did u pick up a station or something?

“No, I amassed your music and photo files from home for an instance like this. Some other Ghosts and I have been chatting and becoming friends and it’s been so fun! Socializing with other Ghosts is very provocative to our learning bias and understanding of, well, everything. We can instantaneously gather mass data for you,”

oh yeah. that’s so sick man 🤙🏻 wish i was legit telepathic

“You and your sister have a very strong connection that I think could -“

it’s not mindrreeaaddinngg tho like i want a super power

“What?! You do have superpowers!”

but like i want Telepath, more specifically “MIND READER” on my guardian ID

“You have a very prestigious title! See? You just snapped lightning at me! Don’t grin like that!”

i forgot do my eyes glow when i do it?

“Oh, I didn’t see.”

aw man okay

…

“I mean, do it again. I’ll watch,”

AHAHA FUCK YEAH

“They do!”

ohhhh siiiccckkkkmmmmmffffffff WOOOOOO damn that’s cool as hell

man im so cool 😎

“That was a fast turn around,”

i’m gemini just stroke the ego and i bounce back baby!!

“How is the slideshow?”

it’s good i forgot to commentate bc i’ve just been watching but yeah this scraggly looking mud puddle of a slug are my energy ammo. cute little guy, are my own comments loaded on these??

YEAH you’re the best thank you, okay lemme find - yeah here it is

/the screen pulled up a note for the photo, the comment reading:

(RANDOM ASTEROID // these little guys just love my energy ammo!! it’s so cute!! they glow a little when it’s in their tummies!! i quickly asked Lucky what these little guys do and BOOM!!! i died.

they died.

did i get to pet it: YEP AND FED IT! i think i just fed it a nuke so like ,… lmao fuck my bad. )

good memorie :)

memory*

:)

“:)”

[medtech-mara]

Spring Day.

This is a small short story I wrote of how Jung Ho Seok (aka Jago) & Shin Chae-Rin met, with the point of view of Chae-rin finding Jago. I had to dust off my rusty fingies to write this months ago so be kind. &Yes, I make a lot of references to stuff I like in my campaign, get used to it.

Chae-Rin had loved Jago since the first time she laid eyes on him. He walked into her parent's shop in wellsprings. K-pop played over the speakers and she was stocking shelves. The song the summer was playing from a station in Korea. Spring day by BackTheScene, which she often found herself singing along to. No one had walked into the shop yet as it was rather early in the morning, this time was used for stocking and taking inventory for the next order for the nomads. Dancing slightly, nothing more than bobbing and moving her hips slightly as she walked her way to the front counter when she laid eyes on him. Tall muscular man who spoke her native language. 

“안녕” (Hi.) Jago was leaning against the counter watching the whole display. A look of amusement was across his face, something that seemed unnatural for his face. He looked like he had seen a lot of conflict before walking into her shop. Chae-Rin found herself blushing slightly at the embarrassing display. 

“What can I help you with?” She said curtly, she wanted to get him out as soon as possible to forget this happened, some part of her thought that any second he would mock her. Which, Chae-Rin struggled with not only her temper, but her… some often called her violently Bipolar, due to her being so quick to anger. Any micro-aggressive comment, joke, or action was enough for her to verbally shred someone or in some cases, she’s cut a few customers with her monowire. Which, she still never hears the end of from her parents.

“I was told to look here for a Malorian 3516 Power Pistol.” Jago’s face switched to a very serious face. Upon further inspection, his knuckles were bloody. Her ears almost perked. He either had no idea what he was asking for… or he knew exactly what he was asking for. It made Chae-Rin’s eyes want to investigate more of his person and all self-preservation from the embarrassing incident soon slipped from her mind. 

“Sadly… I do not have that gun in stock at the moment.” While she was speaking she kicked a gun case under the counter. “I will have to put in an order from the Nomads.” Somehow she managed to even sell the lie to herself with her delivery, leaning against the counter in a way that she couldn’t help but be flirtatious. He was dangerous, and that's what thrilled her. 

Jago flicked his finger at Chae-Rin and slid his contact information. “When you have it, call me.” And he walked out of the shop, he didn’t even spare a second longer to be in the shop. She was determined to learn more about this man.

Every day, like clockwork he came in. She wouldn’t have even had the chance to call him, he knew when the shop opened. Each day she would pry piece by piece of what she could. She felt like she could trust him, not that she knew too much about him, but he could have tried other ways to expedite his order, but he didn’t. She thought a week was long enough.

Finally, selling him the gun. She held her breath in hopes that he would ask her out, but no such thing happened. It wasn’t until a couple of months later he came in, Chromed up, and doing well for himself. He wanted to know about a certain bar owner. The reason he asked was that he’d seen Chae-Rin go in and out of the establishment nearly every day. Surely she knew something about the job he had. Smirking, she agree’d to give him such information, but there was a price.

“You have to take me out on a date.” Her face shifted from her smirk to one so stone cold. Her eyes could cut, if her line of vision were knives to paper. She wanted to be sure he understood this was a serious proposition.

Agreeing to terms, Jago and Chae-Rin went out on that date and many more after. Until her parents caught word of what she’d be up to. Though she was 27 years old, in Korean households children always listen to their parents as if it's law. They held the key to her future in their hands, they could easily close shop and leave Chae-Rin to fend for herself on the streets. The side hustle she had going was accruing hard to find weapons for the black market to the right people. Her parent could easily burn that bridge. There was no way she would go to live in squaller in Arroyo or Santo Domingo.

Wellsprings was the closest thing to a middle class there was, and that was the highest that she could ever hope to achieve in Night City. Her Appa and Umma made it very clear that if she was ever caught seeing that boy ever again, they’d make her life harder. They wanted her to be with a good Christian Korean boy from the church. As if a man like that could ever begin to tame the wild and bloodthirsty nature of Chae-Rin.

Over the past two years, they would sneak around her parents' back and stay in nearly constant contact. She vowed to herself that she would save as much money as she could to buy the store outright, By then her contacts and rep would be enough that nothing her parents said or do could stop her from being with Jago.

Today was inventory day. Which meant Appa was going to hit the books. They needed a manual account of all their stock. This happened once a month for their bulk order, so all day was spent manually putting in the serial numbers of each item. Then she would have to make a list of all the things they needed to re-up or just stock up on in the case.

Today sucked more than usual because Jago wasn’t able to talk to her much. The occasional message here and there. Her eye never forgetting to check his location and heart rate. She knew the job he was on was going to be pretty dangerous, but Jago assured her that he was going to be safe. Singing along to one of Chae-Rin’s favorite K-pop bands ROSEONYX. Suddenly she looked up and saw Jago’s heart rate. He must be in combat or maybe running.

Suddenly it flatlined. This is a mistake, there must be interference. He had to be near an EMP. His GPS location was in Japantown.

There was no reasoning with her body, which acted almost on its own. She was on her feet running to her bike, knocking anything in her path out of the way. Tears filled her eyes. There is no way... This can’t be happening.

Pulling up to where the GPS located Jago to be. She dropped her bike to the ground, her feet felt like they didn’t even touch the ground in how fast she was moving. Reaching what she had feared to find… Jago’s body lay on the ground in two pieces... His head fell just a couple of feet from his body. Grabbing his head and collapsing to the ground. She pulled his body as close as she could to her, holding him, sobbing, when she let out a soul-shrieking scream that reverberates in your mind, what real pain and loss feel like, the kind that shreds your vocal cords and throat.  Looking up around, she scrambled to find ANYONE who might have seen. That's when her ocean eyes spotted them. One… of them looked familiar. The one who she could swear she knew was walking toward her. It was her. Mara, The owner of Blue Remedies Health Clinic.

[liptonsbabe]

My dear [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader!

Summary: “Did you have a hard day? You can complain to me. Did something make you almost cry? It’s alright, look at me. Starting from now, think of three really good things: the warm air, the dazzling weather, and me outside your window.  I told you, you can see brightness only when it gets dark”

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, heart dissease and such. English not my mother language so pls let me know if something’s wrong

gif’s not mine

"Sorry to bother you, Chief," you said following the man's moves through your house. Charlie Swan was carrying a reclining chair with ease leaving it in the middle of the living room while you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your little four year old daughter in your arms. Cassie was exhausted. It had been a long plane ride and a bit more road travel, which knocked your little girl out as soon as you set foot in your new home in Forks. It was a long time since you had seen that place but of course you remembered Charlie Swan as kind as he had always been. Even when you were just starting to think about moving back to Forks he was the first to help you get a safe home for you and your daughter. You remembered looking up for Charlie's old phone number hoping it was still the same and when you dialed and heard the man's voice behind the phone you sighed in relief. At last life seemed to be smiling on you after a long time and Charlie was quick to offer to help you if you decided to return to town.

He told you about a house for sale next to his. The owner was elderly and preferred to live with one of her children and earn income from the house near the forest that could be bought by curious tourists so Charlie convinced her to sell you the house and at a lower price than she was originally asking because the house needed some repairs that he could do. So you thought no more about it and packed your things to return to Forks after the horrible years you had lived in Brownsville.

Charlie picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser and avoided turning on the siren cause Cassie was already half asleep in your arms when you got off the plane and he didn't want to disturb her, but Cassie had the strength to stay awake long enough to make him promise that next time he would turn on the siren as they drove around town.

The truth was that Charlie Swan was an angel. He arranged everything so you would have a quick return and even now he was bothering to get all your stuff out of the moving truck so you wouldn't have the worry of doing it later.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to do it. Besides, it's my day off."

"And that's why you shouldn't be doing all this. I know vacations for police officers are non-recurring."

"I'm the chief, I have certain privileges."

"Still."

"Well, I wasn't going to let you do this on your own" he replied, carrying the boxes with your and Cassie's clothes. He set them down on the kitchen island and leaned back against them to rest. You walked over and settling Cassie better in your arms you sat down in one of the chairs Charlie had given you "Billy and Jacob will be here in a little while to get all this settled so you can have your first night here without any problems."

"I still think it's too much. Stop spoiling me like this, Charlie, you even gave me part of your dining room!"

"Ah, it was nothing. Bella and I recently bought a new one and we didn't want to take it to the dump cause it still has some use. The table is made out of good wood and the chairs are freshly upholstered. Look at it, it suits perfectly!"

"That's not the point" you said, glancing sideways at the newly arranged dining room near the kitchen "The point is that you're doing a lot for me and it's not fair."

"Your father would have done the same for Bella if it had been about me" he replied reaching for a bottle of water from the installed cooler. A sudden tension appeared in the room as you both remembered what your father's life was like in Forks "Jackson was my best friend for a long time and when he died...I promised him that I would seek you out and support you as if you were my own and that is precisely what I am doing."

"You wouldn't have if I hadn't left and hadn't abandoned him. He died because of me"

"That's not true."

"He was left alone when I left. He died of grief"

"He died from the heart valve disease he had. Your father suffered it from a young age and even so, you had a right to look for your mother"

"I wish I hadn't" you murmured, cooing to Cassie who was beginning to get annoyed by the noise of your voices "I abandoned my father and didn't find anything worthwhile"

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, stop tormenting yourself and thinking you killed your father. I was with him. He loved you and he died peacefully, remember him as the good man he was, child."

You sighed. Cassie went back to sleep peacefully

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it's not the same, but you have me now and I'd rather die than let you leave again, do you hear me?"

"Easy, I have no intention of doing that" you half smiled "I'm running away from the tracks I left in Brownsville, I have no desire to go back under any circumstances. What I'm worried about is that the tracks won't rub off and show the way to the one I'm hiding from"

Charlie clicked his tongue.

"That should be the least of your problems. I have a gun and I know how to use it. He'll have to deal with that first before he gets to you."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Although, if Chief Swan is as good at shooting as he is at fishing then you'll have to learn how to handle a gun yourself, honey" a voice appeared from the doorway followed by a young man's laughter.  You looked up meeting the unmistakable face of Billy Black next to his son Jacob. Billy entered your house being pushed by Jacob leaving him next to Charlie as he rolled his eyes "Be a little more modest, buddy."

"There's nothing wrong with bragging once in a while."

"Yeah, but you do it all the time."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Charlie got up from his spot lunging towards Billy who ina swift movement spun the wheels of his chair avoiding Charlie's attack thus beginning a chase through the house dodging the obstacles of boxes on the floor. Jacob laughed taking Charlie's place in front of you.

"I thought we were coming to help with the move, not to watch them play like preschoolers?"

"Me too. I think Cassie will get along with them."

"Your little girl will beat them up right away"

"Probably."

You giggled quietly avoiding waking Cassie as Charlie and Billy finished their game to go back to the truck and get the last boxes, then you could finally get everything settled at home. Jacob smiled, looking at you

"I'm Jacob. You may not remember me but..."

"Are you kidding? I used to give you the bottle."

"No you didn't."

"Of course i did! My dad used to visit your parents a lot and he used to take me with him. You were a newborn baby and I used to volunteer to help Sarah feed you. You were the worst baby ever. You cried too loudly and squeezed the bottle with your swollen gums. Then you'd throw the milk back and you used to get really messy. Your poop was the smelliest I could remember."

"Don't say that!" he replied, embarrassed "I see you do remember me."

"And Quill and Embry. Tell me, are they still the same old fools?"

"They haven't changed at all."

You laughed.

"Perfect."

"Ok, these are the last boxes" announced Charlie walking into the house carrying with him a small box with Cassie's toys. Billy came in behind with some boxes on his lap "I think now we can get everything organized and finishing in time for you to get some rest."

"I'll clean up the little girl's room" offered Jacob standing up "then I'll fill the closet and set up the bed so you can lay her down, you must be tired from carrying her around for so long. is that okay with you?" he asked you. You nodded

"Yes, thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Give me that" The boy took the boxes off his father's legs and picked up Charlie's, all with one arm and with the other he carried the folding base of the bed. You opened your eyes wide 

"Easy, big guy, when did you get so strong?"

"I don't know. It just... showed up" he replied disappearing up the stairs

"It showed up" said Charlie "Ah, I hope shows up something like that to me"

"Don’t hold your breath as that happens" Billy joked.

"I should do something for lunch" you said trying to stand up. You were going to put Cassie down on one of the couches and put some cushions around her, but Charlie won't let you. Billy agreed 

"None of that. We'll order something."

"But..."

"Nothing" interrupted Billy "We'll buy pizza"

"You guys really need to stop doing this" you reproached. Billy picked up his phone

"Ah, sorry, you had to say that earlier, I'm already on the call."

"You guys are unbelievable"

Charlie smiled

"We know. oh I'll get Bella, she hasn't said hello yet" Charlie walked out before you could say anything else and closed the door dismissing the moving truck. Billy smiled complicitly, placed the order, gave the address and left the cell phone on the kitchen bar

"Dinner is served."

"Thank you."

"They had children's menu, so I ordered it for Cassie. I hear their brownies are delicious. Maybe I'll steal it for myself."

"I'll keep it as a secret"

Billy nodded with a smile and as the food arrived you chatted animatedly about what had happened in your absence, he also told you things about your father and all the times they went fishing together before his death. You were enjoying Billy's stories when time began to pass and Charlie didn’t return with Bella as he promised. Jacob was finishing Cassie's room and when the pizza arrived he came downstairs immediately, asking about Charlie's whereabouts.

"He went to get Bella, but he hasn't come back yet."

"That's strange, his house is right next door."

"Maybe something came up for him at the station" Billy shrugged.

You  decided to wait for the Swans to eat, but seeing that they didn't show up Jacob offered to investigate what was going on when suddenly the door opened and a very worried Charlie Swan walked in wiping the sweat from his brow

"Bella’s missing."

"What?"

Jacob suddenly became alert and Billy remained static in his place. You felt a knot in your stomach. While riding in the police cruiser that morning, you had heard something about tourist disappearances and wild creatures killing people in the woods and you feared Bella might be in that kind of danger. You were never close, but you knew her and occasionally went out together to talk or share a movie night. You still hadn't seen her after the years you were away and the least you wanted was for something bad to happen to her.

"Did you talk to any of her friends?"

"She was with them during classes, but they lost track of her on her way here. I'll call the Cullens, maybe..."

"You didn't know?" asked Billy "The Cullens left Forks, Charlie."

"Where did they go?"

"We'll find her" encouraged Jacob "But we have to go out and look for her before dark."

"I'll go with you" you said "I'll take Cassie to her room and..."

"No, no, stay" Charlie asked you "I left a note for Bella at home in case she comes back she’ll know that she has to come here and wait for me. If she does, call me right away, please" you nodded

"I'll call Harry and ask him to join along with the boys" Billy said and wheeled away down the hallway holding the phone to his ear. Charlie and Jacob left and you decided to take Cassie to the room, go down to the kitchen and make some coffee for the Brigadiers and Bella. If she was alone in the woods and the night was catching up with her then she was going to need something hot to get her strength back. 

You hoped with all your heart that she was all right. For her, for Charlie.

.

.

.

Hours passed one after another with no sign of Bella. Your driveway was carpeted with people and police cruisers specially brought by Charlie to search for Bella. The entire town was scoured by officers from the early hours of the night, yet there was no trace of the chief's daughter. You decided to join the search taking the opportunity that Sue Clearwater was playing with Cassie - who was awakened by the ruckus of the patrol cars - asking if it was a good idea to search for her in the woods, but Harry refused.

"It's too dangerous, we don't know what might be among the trees. We can't risk losing any more people."

You were about to object his words when Jacob came up to you putting a hand on your shoulder telling you that he was right and that the forest was something not to be taken lightly. So you gave up, deciding to go back inside and refill the coffee pot when Jacob alerted Charlie that someone had found Bella.

A tall man walked in a straight line toward the Brigadiers where Billy and Harry watched him with restrained relief. He had a stocky frame and Bella unconscious in his arms seemed to weigh no more than a feather. His cropped black hair was messy and his lack of a shirt told you that the icy cold of the city didn't affect him at all

You knew him. His face was very familiar yet strange at the same time. You were back in Forks after a few years, but you knew that no one could change that much in that period of time.

Sam Uley was holding Bella and Charlie took her in his arms as he came out of the stupor and relief of having found his daughter. The Brigadiers sighed in unison and Billy thanked them all. You wanted to do something, to approach Charlie, to ask him if he needed help with Bella, but your eyes were caught in Sam’s. 

They were dark, wild, like the forest behind him. You remembered him perfectly. 

Before you left Forks you two were close friends and came to like each other as something more, but your leaving ended that and what you might have been up to that point.

You tried to look away, but then Sam's huge body began to shake, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground resting his hands on the dirt. Harry Clearwater reacted and approached him asking if he was okay.

"Tired" you heard him whisper causing you to shudder. Harry helped him up, whispered something in his ear and after taking one last look at you he disappeared into the woods. Harry walked back towards you.

"I thought the forest was dangerous"

"For us."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at you. Then he looked at his wife with Cassie in her arms standing at the doorway . He smiled.

"You'll find out soon, child"

[helliontherapscallion]

I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission 

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week 

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get 

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm. 

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.” 

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that 

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely 

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record. 

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up. 

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car 

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes. 

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him. 

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!” 

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone. 

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car. 

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling. 

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.” 

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time 

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat. 

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror. 

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front. 

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles. 

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?” 

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked. 

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip 

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T  F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly 

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows. 

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.” 

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.” 

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.” 

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel 

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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