#thinking about this playing at his funeral made me sad though because it is actually so Him to choose this song

[pretty-vizitor]

ALEX.,,

Just in case you've never heard it and subsequently don't know what a Wild choice this is:

[gyll-yee-haw]

heyyy! missed you a lot omg 😭😭😭💖 do you write for all jake characters? i was thinking of something like, detective loki has a very sensible and sweet girlfriend and she loses a pet and he comforts her while she's going through it. a very sad but also really soft and cute because of how much he takes care of her

Hii, angel!! I missed you too!! 🥺❤

I think the only characters I wouldn't write for would be Jack Twist (cause I only write female readers), like bubble boy lol, and Jeff Bauman (cause he's a real person, I think it would be weird). But except from those, I believe I would write for all! And I ADORED your request because Detective Loki is my absolute favorite character ever, the actual love of my life, think about him all the time <3

Warnings: the absolute cutest thing I ever wrote, hurt/comfort, pet death, sad as heck (my cat was making biscuits on my belly as I wrote it, I almost cried), a few swear words, buuut with tons and tons of fluff <3

Like 2k words

I named the dog Nugget because nothing makes me happier than pets with food names 😭

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Knowing that day would come couldn't make it any easier. You just lost your childhood best friend. Someone who has always been there and... the fact he won't be anymore is almost unbelievable.

David had been by your side through the whole process. When Nugget started getting sick, he rushed him to the vet countless times. On his last days, David would always come home with a million treats and pillows, and blankies, everything to make your baby as comfortable and happy as possible. When you and David started dating, Nugget was part of the package. He had never had a dog before, but once you moved in, bringing yours along, he went full dog dad mode.

"No, don't worry, you should get some rest..." he would say, as an excuse to be the one to take Nugget on a walk or play with him.

And it really went both ways, Nugget was absolutely IN LOVE with David. He would wait for David to come home for hours by the door, and never leave his side when he does. You were jealous at first, but it was really adorable... having a dog really helped Dave with his stress.

But now... now the house felt so empty. Even though David was extremely heartbroken, he knew he had to stay strong for you.

He helped you bury Nugget on a special place with all the things he loved, and have a little funeral, where he made sure to say a few words, cause he knew you couldn't.

The day after the funeral, you woke up after noon, and could barely open your eyes from crying all night. You heard noises coming from the kitchen. Weird... David should be at work.

You walked downstairs to check. You found him cursing at something in the oven.

"Dave?" You called softly.

"Love?" He answered, pretending he had everything under control. "Hi, did you... did you get some sleep?"

"I did. Shouldn't you be at work?" You asked confusingly.

"I... yeah, it's just..." He sighed. "I didn't want to leave you here alone, I took the day off."

"You took the day off?" Your eyes widened. "David, you worked on Christmas. And on Thanksgiving. And on your birthday. And..."

"I know." He interrupted. "I'm sorry, baby... I know I work too much. But I thought... you might need some company."

His words seemed to hit both of you at the same time. It was always Nugget who kept you company during David's countless working hours. Now everything would be so much worse... not only you would be without David, you would be completely alone...

Your eyes filled with tears. He rushed to your side.

"Hey hey hey..." he held you tightly. "It's okay, baby, you won't be alone, okay? We'll figure it out."

You allowed him to hold you, closing your eyes and trying to just feel that moment. You needed to cry, you needed to hurt, and he knew that. It's part of the process and he would be right there until you were strong enough to carry on. As he held you, you could feel his warm embrace. His heart beating softly as he breathed slowly. His soft belly and strong arms. The smell of... what was that smell?

"Dave?" You wiped your tears and looked at him. "There's something... burning?"

"Oh, FUCK!" He rushed back to the oven, quickly turning it off.

"What's going on?" You followed him.

"I was... I was trying to bake a cake. Just... to make you feel better, and you weren't eating, I thought that maybe... oh, fuck, I knew I should just buy something, but I didn't want to leave you here and go out, then..."

He stopped his rambling immediately when he looked at you. You were... smiling?

"Dave, you're the best, I swear." You hugged him from behind, giggling.

"Wait, hold on..." he chuckled. "I fucked up."

"You didn't." You explained to him. "I didn't need a cake, I needed someone to care this much about me."

"Y/N..." he turned around to face you, staying inside your embrace. "You have no idea how much I care about you... you are my everything."

"I love you, Dave. I don't know how I would do this without you."

"You won't do this without me, I'll be right here, okay?"

"I don't know..." you shrugged, feeling the pain coming back to your chest. "I feel like it's not gonna go away... ever."

"I know." He sighed, caressing your hair. "I'm gonna miss him too. But I just know he was the luckiest dog who ever lived. To be loved this much by you, to grow up by your side... I just know he lived his best life."

"He did." You allowed yourself to smile again. "He was so happy. Specially after you came along."

David had to fight his emotions. He felt a little sting in his heart. He loved his little family, but he felt so undeserving of all that love. He thought about how Nugget got attached to him so quickly and he couldn't understand why. Just like he couldn't understand why burning a cake was the only thing that made you feel better, after all he tried... maybe love was still a little bit of a foreigner concept for him to understand. But maybe that was the point... as a detective, he was always trying to understand everything, and maybe love wasn't something to be understood... all he knew was that it was all over that kitchen.

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Weeks passed and you were still healing. You still cried sometimes, but you were starting to accept it.

David had to go back to work, of course. Lives depended on him and keeping him home made you feel worse. At first, he took it slow. Didn't work as much as he used to. But as he started to go back to his normal rotine, you realized it would be harder than you thought.

After one particularly stressful day, around 1am, he went back to his car, ready to go home.

He started the car. Then paused. He could swear something moved on the backseat. He turned around and inspected it for a moment. There was nothing there, he was probably just exhausted.

He started driving. Something moved again.

"What the fuck..." he murmured, keeping his eyes on the mirror.

That's when a pair of yellow eyes looked back at him.

"Shit!" His eyes widened.

It was a kitten. As black as the seats, which is why he couldn't see it before. He left the car windows open and the kitten must have jumped in...

What the fuck was he gonna do now? He couldn't leave the kitten on the streets. But he couldn't take it home either... he had no idea how you would react, you were still sad about Nugget...

His mind raced until he got home, trying to decide what to do.

He had an idea.

As soon as he parked the car, he grabbed a box, put an old jacket of his inside it and placed it in the garage. He went back to the car and grabbed the kitten. He didn't realize how small it was before, but it fit in his hand. The kitten started purring as soon as David's hand made contact with it.

"Oh my god..." he murmured. He had never held a kitten in his life... he probably didn't even know they... vibrated.

He placed the kitten inside the box.

"Okay... I'll see what I'll do with you in the morning."

As soon as he turned his back, the kitten jumped out of the box, following him. It ran between David's legs, making him trip.

"Fuck!" He tried not to fall, at the same time as he tried not to step on the cat, that was the size of his boot. "Listen... you need to stay here, I'll figure out what to do with you in the morning, okay?"

He picked the cat back up, putting it inside the box again.

It jumped out. Of course.

On the 5th time that happened, David just sat on the floor, absolutely exhausted. He rested his face on his hands, cursing his luck. The kitten climbed up his legs and laid down.

David was starting to wonder if he was gonna have to sleep on the garage that night. That's when the door opened.

He and the cat looked at you with a terrified expression.

"I can explain." He said, with the most desperate look you had ever seen on his face.

"OH.MY.GOD." You gasped and brought your hand to your mouth.

"He followed me... I've been trying to get home for half an hour, I swear, he won't let me, I..."

"David." You looked at him with tears in your eyes. "You've been chosen."

"What do you mean?" He was trying to figure out if you were happy or upset. "I'm gonna take him somewhere tomorrow, I'll just..."

"David!" You kneeled next to the kitten, offering your hand for it to smell, and it immediately headbutted your hand. "Don't you dare say something like that, you're his father now..."

"Y/N..." he got even more desperate after hearing the word 'father'.

"This is the most affectionate kitten I've ever seen in my life..." you continued petting the small kitten, who was now loafing on David's leg. You picked it up to look for any signs that it might be hurt or sick. "It's a girl, by the way..."

"It's a girl..." he repeated, trying to process everything.

"You think...?" You got excited for a second, then calmed down. "Well, nevermind."

"Tell me what's on your mind, baby." David gave you space, as you sat beside him, holding the kitten on your lap.

"I... I was wondering if we could... keep it." You kept petting the kitten, who looked very relaxed. "But I understand if you don't want to... I mean, I know I've been a pain in the ass since Nugget is gone, and you probably won't want to go through that again..."

"Y/N, you haven't been a pain in the ass for a second in your life. I love you." He laughed. "I just... didn't know if you were ready yet."

"Well, I..." you thought about it for a second. "I didn't think I was. But... she chose you, it just... happened. I mean... I know it's hard to lose a pet we love, but... there are others out there who deserve a loving home too, you know? Like Nugget had. And there are so many animals suffering on the streets... specially cats..."

"You know what?" He smiled, really proud of you. "I think this is what Nugget would have wanted."

"DOES THAT MEAN SHE'S OURS?" You spoke excitedly.

"She's ours." He shrugged.

The kitten stood up, stretching and walking from your lap to David's, where she laid down again.

"She LOVES you..." you felt the tears starting to fall. It was so exciting that David would be there since day one for the kitten's life... with Nugget was different, and he deserved this. "She chose you."

"She's... vibrating again..." he raised his eyebrows.

"SHE'S PURRING, DAVID, YOU ARE HER DAD!"

"Jesus Christ..." he sighed, wondering what the fuck he got himself into.

[nerdyqueerandjewish]

Nothing happened to trigger this but I’m just so mad at my dad and just … sad about our relationship. It’s really unsatisfying though because it’s basically me having an argument in my head because I never see him. I’m sure he is blissfully unaware I have any issue.

We had made plans to play the new Pokémon snap together the afternoon of grandma’s (his mom’s) funeral. It would be good to spend time together and we played the original Pokémon snap on the N64 when I was a kid. It was going to be good. Then it became “actually I’m going to grab a drink with some friends first.” Ok. They went to a bar that is weird and conservative, but he is oblivious to that sort of stuff and how maybe his two trans kids might not want to join him! (Another example - in 2020 he moved to Florida and continues to think it is paradise). We hung out at my mom’s. 7:40 I finally hear from him asking if we still want to get together and game. Not really … being that you’ve been drinking for the last six hours… that doesn’t sound fun to me and it’s been a long ass day and I’m ready to sleep for a hundred years.

And I’m just thinking more of like… my experience growing up. My parents divorced when I was in 4th grade. He had custody of us every other weekend, and we loved visiting him, but! He didn’t even take us as often as he could have! And so many weekends he would drag us to some weird friends house and have me babysit while they went out. We were always sleeping on some random couch while the adults came back and were super loud and rowdy all night. And as a kid I didn’t question this, it was all I knew. But now I know people who share custody of their kids and they want to spend all the time they possibly can with them! Doing things with friends and their kids, totally fine! Many fun times can be had! but like, you haven’t seen your children in months and you’re going to leave them to go out to a bar with your friends?? Then sleep most of the next day?? Hello??

Last two times he called me - first one was to wish me a happy Chanukah and say he loves me, but he was drunk and repeating himself over and over again. Most recent time he was also drunk and wanted to tell me about how the song “Brass Monkey” came on and “don’t you remember that song??” and he was not coherent enough to actually have a conversation with. I try to frame it as like “that’s so nice he’s thinking of me” but ?? if anyone else only called me when they were incoherently drunk I’d stop answering.

I don’t know man. He’s not a bad person, but I just wish he was a better dad.

[e-nonsense]

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“Diego please-”

“No you’re coming with me”

“Why?" 

"Because I can’t go back into that house not alone, please” his voice aggressive but you knew him better, he was scared of going back.

Turning to meet his eyes you could see the vulnerability behind the cold and ruthlessness. “Alright fine, I haven’t got anywhere else to go, and I owe you… a lot” you muttered, hitting him softly in the arm.

“Right well here we are” he stopped at the stairs. “What-” you said a little too loud

“Calm down, why do you think I told you to wear black” Diego said grabbing your arm and pulling you through the gate then through door. “I can walk Diego”

So far nothing had happened. You met some of Diego’s family, like Grace who he called his mother, Allison and Pogo who is a talking monkey in a suit. Later on you heard voices and followed Diego from the couch to the front door. “I’m glad you’re here” Allison spoke to someone you hadn’t met.

“Least someone is” Diego said a little harshly, but you stayed out of it seeing as this was a family matter causing you to stand there and play with your fingers.

Allison’s “Eat shit Diego” made you break your silence with a snort making Diego glare back at you before turning back around to face his siblings. 

“You’re really going to defend himafter what he did” Diego spat out

When he flinched at the harshness you a assumed that this man was no longer used to his brothers anger "Diego, leave it alone" you muttered at him hoping he’d hear, unfortunately he didn’t.

“You’re really going to do this today? At dad’s funeral?”

“Dad knew what he was” he spoke, turning around in disgust leaving the man in front of you sad. “Sorry about him”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it” he said slightly smiling at you “I’m Viktor" 

You were going to answer with you name but Diego cut you off "Y/n!” his voice called to you. “Sorry but that would be my cue”

“No problem Y/n”

“See you around Viktor and Allison” you smiled walking backwards to wave at them. 

You were stood outside the door of an office, giving Diego and his brother Luther some privacy, all though that didn’t do much as you learnt his name and heard something about a monocle. But not wanting to eavesdrop any longer you walked downstairs to hear some shuffling at the book shelf, curiously you walked around to see Pogo and Viktor, who both turned to look at you.

“Sorry I’ll uh, leave”

“No, no it’s fine please stay if you’d like” Viktor insisted with a soft smile. He then turned to look at the portrait of a boy. “How long has it been?” the question was directed

“sixteen years, four months and fourteen days” the old monkey said looking up at the portrait of the young boy the words NUMBER 5 on the small card like thing at the bottom of it, he’s actually kind of pretty, not in a weird way.

Diego had told you about him, and how he was annoyed at the fact his father wouldn’t let him time travel and then he had stormed out of the house and was never seen again after that. You walked away from them slowly and into another room that had two other people.

“Who the hell are you?"the taller one, you assumed was Luther said very rudely while looking down at you.

"Y/n, you asshole” you spoke up turning around when you heard the voice of someone else. “You know what I like about funerals? Everything I own is black” to the average person this man would have seemed crazy but you could see who he was talking to, the ghost of his very dead brother. Then he noticed Allison in the room and he smiled at her, “If it isn’t my baby sister. Ooh and the mighty Spaceboy” he slurred every word then he turned to look at you and his smile got wider. 

“Oh my god Y/n! I haven’t seen you since I last saw you” he squealed, he was stoned as usual. “Hi Klaus” you smiled, following him out of the room, “Hi Ben” you said finally acknowledging the ghost, as Klaus’ arm wrapped around you in order to stabilise himself. “Hi Y/n” the ghost grinned happy that his stoned brother isn’t the only person he could talk to.

Soon enough everyone was downstairs scattered around the lounge room, you were sat on the bar stool away from the trauma bound siblings. “Can we hurry this along?” Diego’s voice came out harshly, that’s all it had been since you both arrived at the house, you couldn’t blame him though.

“Right but this is a family matter” Luther announced glancing at you while stressing on the word family, you turned to look at him with your drink in hand. “Y/n is family, they're my  family” Diego said to his ape looking brother, “Ooo yeah they’re my family as well, they knocked some guy out for me” Klaus agreed “It was awesome!” you smiled wrapping an arm around Klaus’ shoulders forcing him sit down next you, before he tipped over.

“Fine, I thought we could have memorial service at sundown. Out by dad’s favourite tree” Luther suggested, honestly you thought you was a good idea

“Dad had a favourite tree?" oh shit, he had favourites?

"The one by the big elm?" Well this is awkward

You got up from your seat to get another drink, something stronger than whatever you just had. "Aren’t you to young to drink?” Viktor asked, normally you’d come up with some sarcastic response but the concern in his voice made you smile to yourself.

“Actually Viktor, I’m the same age as all of you” you said looking up

“What? wait how the hell does that work?” Luther asked

With that question you took of your jacket and opened your wings with a loud and concerning crack wings  sprouted out of your back and through the big cuts you put in all your clothes. They were big but they weren’t heavy to you having them was second nature, the black feathers faded into white with a little star charms a drunk Diego put in. You looked around at everyone’s faces, Diego rolled his eyes with a smile, Klaus and Ben had looks of awe on their faces because no matter how many time they saw it they thought it was amazing. Luther was shocked, Allison’s mouth was hung open.

Viktor smiled “You’re an angel?” causing Diego snort and you smiled at Viktor and the innocence of the question.

“I guess, I mean that what my powers are like. Also anyone who sees these” motioning at yourself then the wings on your back “thinks they’ve died and gone to heaven or some shit. I had one stoned person ask if I was God and then they got on their knees and started praying, it was an awkward conversation” mumbling the last part.

Next thing you knew everyone was outside watching this big blue black-hole like thing. The static noises were hurting your ears, and then Klaus ran back inside the house.

“What is it?!” Viktor yelled over the static

“Get back don’t’ touch it!” Luther ordered the rest of his perfectly capable siblings

“Yeah no shit!” Diego sassed

That’s when Klaus came back outside with a fire extinguisher, and threw it through the thing Pogo identifies as a black hole, great we’re all going to be sucked into it

“What the hell was that supposed to do?!” it was quite clear to you that despite being raised as 'superheros’ they panicked and fought about everything

“I don’t know! Do you have a better idea?!”

“Run? How about we run!” Viktor screamed at everyone

“Everyone behind me” Luther suggested no it was and order, one that almost everyone listened to except Diego and you, the both of you moving closer together on instinct. He moved next to you only slightly in front, his arm holding you close passing you a knife and taking one for himself and pointing it downwards ready to throw it. You put a wing around him.

That’s when you noticed something “Dee is that a fucking child?” squinting at the bright blue light

“What? Wait holy shit” Diego said looking from you to his presumed dead brother.

The portal thing disappeared and in it’s place stood a child, he looked the same age as you, that’s when it hit you that’s the kid from the portrait

He looked down at himself seeing that his clothes were too big for him all of a sudden he muttered “shit”

“Holy shit”

“Does anyone else see little Number Five? just me?” instead of answering the poor drunk his family ignored him as usual. While the boy seemed to be scanning his surroundings, 

for someone who just came through a disco ball he seems pretty calm

Everyone was crowded at the table Viktor sitting on the chair with Allison on her left, Klaus in the middle and Diego on his other side and you were sat in front of Diego, while Luther questioned the boy, Number Five. 

Luther stood up and looked down at Five “It’s been seventeen years”

“It’s been a lot longer than that” Five responded looking up at his brother and spatial jumped to get something from the shelf, when he turned around he saw you. “Which one of you idiots had a kid?”

“None of them asshole I’m twenty-nine” he obviously didn’t like your tone and he glared at you, and you stared back leaning your head on Diego’s knee. He teleported back to where he was, complimenting Klaus’ dress.

“What happened to you?” Viktor asked, apparently he was the only civil one. 

“What do you think happened? I decided to test the limits of my time jumping, see how far I could go. Turns out pretty far” he stated not looking up from his sandwich, you looked up at Diego who was passing five bucks to Klaus, then putting your head back resting his thigh. 

“By projecting my consciousness backwards into a suspended quantum state version of me that exists in every possible instance of time.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It would if you were smarter.”

The rest of the conversation was just him talking about some science bullshit and insulting Diego’s IQ. The only time you made a comment was when everyone found out he was fifty-eight. 

“You’re fifty-eight?” Diego asked

“No my consciousness is fifty-eight. My body is now thirteen”

When you noticed Diego’s confusion you explained to him that it’s kind of like how you are twenty-nine and still look like a teenager, and the only difference is that he regressed his ageing.

“Oh”

Five turned his head around looking for someone “Where is the old bastard? I want to rub it in his face”

“He died three days ago”

“Natural causes?”

“Yeah”

“No”

Diego and Luther said it at the same time causing them to glare at each other. “Well that complicates things”

“How so?”

“Well Miss/Mr whose name I still don’t know-”

“Y/n, you prick”

“Lovely to meet you asshole, I’m Five” he smiled sickly “but what exactly is the day today?” the others just watched the interaction

“the 14th of July”

“there’s not much time then”

“much time for what?” and with that the fifty-eight year old child was gone. "Five come back here! We’re not done" Luther sighed he definitely did not miss that.

The others looked shocked except Klaus and you, you were left unbothered you already didn’t like this guy. “Is there more pastrami?” Klaus asked

One by one the Hargreeves emerge from the house Diego dragging you along. “But Dee I didn’t even know the guy why do I have to here?" 

"cause if I have to do it so do you”

The funeral was taking place in the middle of the courtyard, Pogo was the last one to arrive supporting himself on his cane.  “Whenever you’re ready, dear boy”

And with that Luther tipped out the ashes from the urn, landing in a pile at his feet and he moved back to stand in line with his family. 

“Probably would have been better with some wind” you smiled at Klaus who shrugged his shoulders at Pogo. “Would anyone like to speak?” the question was answered with silence. 

Pogo sighed “Very well. In all regard Reginald Hargreeves made me the creature I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his dept. He was my friend and my master, and I shall miss him very much. He was a… a complicated man-”

“He was a monster” Diego cut Pogo off, and you sighed taking his hand into your own in some feeble attempt to clam him down, he took his hand away from you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders “He was a bad person and an even worse father, the worlds better off without him”

“Number 2, you ass” Allison spat out at Diego

“His names not Number 2” he squeezed you shoulder and let go of you. You were always quick to defend Diego, it was your instinct, he’s the only person you had since your father’s disappearance.

“Don’t you get that?! We’re more than the numbers he gave us” he went on, and pointed to the house “This entire place is a lie. That is his legacy”

“We’re his legacy” Luther couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Well I hope he’s proud” pointing to Klaus, Allison and Viktor “Drug addict. Fame whore and traitor” pointing to Number Five “whatever the hell you are and the mighty spaceboy” you muttered out a quiet “Amen” that didn’t go unnoticed by Klaus who you moved closer to because you knew what was going to happen.

“Well at least I didn’t turn tail and run”

“No you sat on the moon like a good little doggy. He had you 240,000 miles away. That’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you” that’s when Luther lost it and lunged for his, and Klaus moved in front of you and Five who you were know sharing an umbrella with.

Diego who is faster than his hulk-ish brother dodged Luther’s punches, one lucky shot a Luther could knock Diego’s head off you pulled Klaus back towards you to keep him from getting hit in the middle of the fight which didn’t go unnoticed by Five. 

“Stop it!” Viktor yelled at his brothers not that they listened. 

Klaus was enjoying this “Yeah, no, stop it”

Now Diego who had speed on his side hit Luther who had size and strength on his. Pogo was actually trying to stop the brothers, unlike Five who rolled his eyes, handed you the umbrella and walked away in the rain. Luther ran at Diego who dodged him, so instead of breaking his brother’s bones he ended up breaking Ben’s statue. 

They stopped fighting and you turned to Ben “Sorry Ben" 

He sighed "Oh well, we can get it fixed" 

You weren’t sure when Klaus started smoking but it didn’t bother you much anymore you knew he wasn’t going to stop but that didn’t mean you had given up on the hope that one day he’ll quit.

"Diego! I’m going inside, think you can keep yourself out of trouble?”

He snorted “Probably no but I can handle it kid”

The next morning you woke up in bed, not yours so it was Diego’s which was confirmed when you when you opened your eyes and feet where in your face, so you did the reasonable thing and kicked him in the face.

“ow, you bitch!”

“well don’t put your feet in my face, jerk”

Soft snoring was heard from the floor “Klaus wake up!”

“Noooo”

You looked to the side away from Diego’s feet and saw Ben trying not to laugh at the scene in front of him.

Eventually everyone who somehow ended up in Diego’s old bedroom marched into the kitchen, it seemed to you that everyone else had just woken up as well.

Five was searching the shelves “it has to be here somewhere. what kind of adult doesn’t drink coffee”

“Dad hated caffeine” Allison spoke up

“Well he hated children too, and he had plenty of us”

You snorted, Diego sat down “You look like shit”

“Oh thank you”

Sitting down you searched the room, realising that the kitchen was missing a member of the family, a living member of the family that is. “Where’s Viktor?”

Pogo sighed, “He left this morning”

“Pity. He’s the only one of you that I actually trust” he looked up “Him and the stoned idiot”

Allison looked at Luther “Luther? You okay?”

“Give him a banana, he’ll perk right up” you kicked Diego’s foot from under the table, biting your tongue to stop yourself from laughing

“Oh good Diego’s still here. Said no one. ever”

You looked at her “I’m always happy to see him”

“Right, well Y/n and I are out. So, lots of fun guys. Let’s totes do this again”

Klaus perked up, grinning “Yes, let’s!”

As you and Diego move to leave, Luther blocks the doorway. “No one else is leaving

Diego looked at you "Hey, look at that, right on time”

“Luther-” Allison started but Luther cut her off “We have to figure this out-”

“There’s nothing to figure out! Dad died, the world spins, the end” Diego was getting hostile.

“You read the autopsy report”

“And?..”

“When they found the body, his monocle was missing”

Diego knew where this was going, he wasn’t going to deal with Luther’s shit not today, not ever “And?..”

“And think about it. Have any of you, ever seen Dad without his monocle? Even once?” That’s when realisation sets in for Allison “No..”

“And your point?" 

"That the person who has the monocle was the last person to see dad alive, or the first one to see him dead” Luther started “I don’t care what any of you thought of him” Looking around the room “What any  of you thought of him. You wanna hate his guts, fine, who gives a shit. But we’re not going to pretend like this thing didn’t happen. We owe dad that much”

Shaking his head “Get help Luther, seriously” turning to the other “Five, enjoy puberty. Allison, good luck with that Best Beach Bods of the summer list. I hear there’s some real fierce competition this year” in response she sticks up the middle finger “Klaus-”

Klaus smiles, knocking out of whatever daze he was in, “Are we leaving?”

“Me, and Y/n are leaving, just the two of us”

Klaus looks to you “Get your stuff Klaus, we’ll drop you off”

“Lovely”

Wordlessly Diego looks at Allison and Luther, then follows you out of the house

You made Diego wait for Klaus in the car, when he closed the door you handed Diego the keys and he started the car. Glancing back at Klaus to find him smiling brightly at you “every time I close my eyes I see a diaretic hippo about to shit on my face, it’s terrifying”

Diego had stopped the car near water because he needed to do something, leaving you in the car with Klaus and Ben.

Klaus opened the door “Yoohoo Diego. Hate to rush you through any kinda brooding moment you might be having, but c'mon man we’re starving”

Getting no answer only a dirty look from Diego, he sighed closing the door. “I’m craving eggs”

You turned to look at him “It’s too late for eggs Klaus”

“Waffles?” he suggested “You both like waffles right?” looking at Ben, he grinned when he nodded “of course you do, everyone likes waffles”

Next thing you knew, Diego was back in the car “I’m gonna drop you off at the bus stop” taking a small breath “I gotta get back to work”

You groaned, slightly sliding down the car seat. Klaus was feeling the same way you did “what, breaking balls?”

“saving lives baby”

“well I guess it’s frozen waffles again” dropping his head to the side to look at Ben.

With a few more words to Ben and Diego putting on his mask, you were all off.

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Chapter Twenty (Part 4)

I don’t feel like talking anymore, so when a boy Jen knows comes over to join us on the sofa, I don’t even bother introducing myself, I just get up and go back inside. I spend some time wandering from room to room, going in and out of living rooms, dining rooms, studies, libraries, just looking at the kinds of things these people have in their house. Things that seem extravagant, that seem to have been bought just because they could be, not because they were necessary. There’s no way that anybody could ever read so many books in a lifetime. 

I go into the room with the grand piano and sit there plucking out some notes for a while, and then when I give up, having not produced anything that sounded all that great, I look to yet another bookcase and scan its shelves for something interesting enough to absorb myself in for a while. 

I spot a copy of Goodnight Mr. Tom tucked away among a row of hardcover classics. It’s a book I haven’t read in years, and I can hardly remember much about the story, only that I enjoyed reading it. I take it and flip open the front cover, and it’s well worn, the pages stained and fingerprinted. There’s writing on the first page, neat, looping, pencilled cursive that forms the words: Jude Turner. 5th Class. I stare at it for a while, and consider whether anybody would notice if this book went missing. How easy would it be for me to take it back into the kitchen and smuggle it into my bag, just so I could hold onto something that’s his?

“Are you going to play a tune or what?” 

I spin around with a start to see Jude leaning against the door frame with amusement on his face. I wonder how long he’s been standing there looking at me. I gather myself quickly and hold up the book to show him. “I was looking at this, actually. I read it in school.”

“I did too. It must have been on the national curriculum.” He comes over and sits with me on the piano stool, and I let him take it out of my hands. “I think about this book a lot, actually, and how it was kind of nuts that they made eleven year olds read it.”

“Why? Because of the war stuff?”

He lets out a little laugh. “Yes, the war stuff. And also that bit where the woman has to suffocate her own baby in that cupboard under the stairs. It’s harrowing, I still think about it.”

“Me too.” I admit, and then he puts the book right back on the shelf. 

“No need to be reading a book like that when you’re at a party.” He says to me, “It’s grim enough.”

His whole left side is pressed against me, and I feel nervous and fidgety. “How are you feeling? A bit sad?” I ask him. 

“No. I’m doing fantastic.” He says. “Are you sad?”

“No, never better.” I say, and we stare each other down, a pair of rotten liars.

“I’m sorry I haven’t had a lot of time to talk to you, it’s hectic. Everyone wants to relive their fondest memories of me and talk about the good times. It’s weird, it’s kind of like being at my own funeral.” 

“They’re just going to miss you.”

“Yes but I’m not dying, I’m going to Germany.”

“It won’t be the same when you’re gone, though.” I begin, but he quickly cuts me off with a sharp: “I don’t want to talk about this.”  

I feel stupid, and stare down at my feet, the same old white adidas that saw me through the summer now looking so worn out and scruffy, their condition accentuated by the polished wooden floor beneath them.  

“Jude.” Someone says from the doorway, and I look up to see Michelle standing there, her mere presence only making me feel a hundred times worse. “We have a surprise for you. Can you come out to the garden?” 

“Yeah, just a second.” He tells her, and then she goes away. Nobody bothered introducing us and I’m glad of it, because I don’t think I could handle the discovery that Michelle is not only beautiful, but also a nice person. 

“They’ve all signed a card.” He explains. “And they’re going to give it to me now.”

“So much for a surprise.”

“Jen already let it slip. I don’t think I even want it.” He admits. 

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not goodbye, it’s like a see-you-later. I just hate all the fuss.” A muscle twitches in his jaw.

“Well, then I’m glad nobody asked me to sign it.” 

“Me too. I don’t want you to have written some platitude for me, some yearbook style ‘You rock! Never change!’”

“Is that what you think I’d write?” I laugh. 

“No, I just… you get the idea.”

“I do.”

“I’ll see you again, Evie. It’s not the end.” He says, looking right at me. 

“I know.” I say, and then someone is shouting his name from the kitchen, I watch him anxiously, waiting for him to get up and leave but he just ignores them. 

“I know we won’t get much time to talk tonight.” He tells me. “But we can tomorrow if you want to. My flight is at seven.”

“That’s early.”

“Yeah, I know, but if you can manage it, you can see me off. I’m getting up at five, so we can have breakfast together.”

“The last meal?”

“Not the last.”

“Okay. The last for now.”

“Will you get up? We can sit out and watch the sunrise. I’ll make you coffee.”

“Just me?”

“Just you, just us.”

“Yes.” I say immediately. “I’ll set my alarm. I’ll be there.”

“Okay.”

They’re still calling for him, so he wrenches himself from the seat and goes out to the kitchen for his gift, looking back at me one more time to point his finger at me. “Five.” he says again, and then he’s gone. 

Jude’s family gets home at midnight, Ivy sleeping in her fathers arms, and after that the party dies down quickly.  I start clearing up all of the cups and filling the bins with bottles and cans while Jude sits down at the end of the garden with Jen, talking about something that seems important, so I don’t interrupt them, regardless of how badly I want to sit and talk to him again, completely addicted to the things my body does whenever he’s close to me.

The last few stragglers, those who are staying the night, hunker down on the living room couches and I go upstairs and take one of the guest rooms. I ignore the pile of suitcases that Jen mentioned, unable to think about a whole life packed into bags like that, set for their journey across western europe tomorrow. 

As I lay in bed with the lights on I listen for Jude’s footsteps on the stairs. I hear him come up quietly, and then go into the bathroom. I imagine him coming to my door and knocking on it, and that I’ll let him in and he’ll sit with me on the bed and we’ll talk and talk about everything we can think of until our throats are sore, and I’ll run my fingers through his hair and touch his nose, his mouth, his earlobes with their tiny silver hoops and trace every freckle on his face so I can draw him from memory when he’s gone. 

But he comes out of the bathroom and goes straight into his bedroom. I grab my phone to set the alarm, then suddenly remember to text my mother. I compose a quick message telling her that I’m safe and well, and going to bed. Then I shove it under the pillow, turn off the light and go to sleep. 

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GUYSSS I THINK I SHIFTED?? OMG

this is a tad bit long so i put a read more!

okay so i took a nap and had THE saddest dream about Neteyam’s death omg i swear it was sadder than the movie lol. the funeral was so beautiful though, the metkayina and everyone in funeral paints and they played the instruments they use when theyre giving warriors back to Eywa after they’ve died. i think it kinda sounded like this and a mix of this? the tone was riveting, like enough to make you emotional but that’s the closest example i can find. my brain actually rewrote the scene completely and changed the script it was super interesting

they put him in a casket that could float in the sea so he could be one with the ocean. It was raining (probably bc i listen to rain sounds when i sleep) and the entire village followed him on their ilu’s/skimwigs until he floated past the reef, then we stopped and watched him drift away because the tide is too dangerous for those who aren’t very experienced to pass that barrier. apparently this is the Metkayina’s funeral/memorial tradition to honor warriors who’ve died in battle; the village accompanies the warrior on a short journey through the water until they have to let him go, then he’s peacefully carried by the ocean into the eye of eywa and she will grant him acceptance into her waters/the afterlife once he’s outside the reef. (my mind completely made this up btw).

idk if i was family or his mate?? but i was there and swam out as far as I could, ignoring the dangers because i didn’t want to let him go. i swam farther than anyone and a few fishermen had to bring me back to Jake before i went too far. everything i was doing in the dream was like i was actually there though, i was completely conscious of what i was doing, what i was saying, and i could willingly make my own choices instead of the dream doing that for me, like usual. that’s why it felt so real

apparently my mind doesn’t think it’s enough to WRITE angst, i also have to DREAM IT. 😭 bro i was sobbing so hard in the dream i WOKE UP sad and confused for a few moments like wtf just happened 💀

i’ve been trying to shift for a while, and idk if i actually even did it right for it to be considered a success but it sure as hell felt like one!! also in my head before i went to sleep i kept repeating “i want to see neteyam” “I want to be with neteyam” so maybe i should’ve been specific lmaoo 😭

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Hi Merry! I'm curious whether you think Mencken actually won the election in Succession? Shiv mentions a court is investigating the count, but it feels ambiguous.

Hellooo. Thank you SO MUCH for asking me this I've wanted an excuse to rant about it for WEEKS. so, this is just my interpretation of the ambiguity because it is left ambiguous to a point. Yes I think Mencken actually won the election. Or maybe it's more accurate to say, I think he became president.

Not gonna go into detail about the legal scenario the show establishes in America Decides because I absolutely am not an expert, but I reccomend listening the official Succ podcast where they spoke to the political consultants for the episode because they're literally the experts. But basically they explain that in the event of lost and/or destroyed votes so great that a majority can't be called for a key state, electoral lawyers have to be brought in to argue in federal court which party would have won in those states.

Point is, the state itself should not and cannot be called until that court process is complete. Obviously, ATN calls it anyway which is ethically and legally YUCK because the state is not actually decided until the electoral lawyers do their thing and determine the result based on prior voting patterns, polling, etc. Shiv and Connor mention that this process has started in the finale.

I say all that to say that for Mencken to actually lose in the scenario they established, you'd have to have an actually fair and just legal system that wasn't being influenced by wealthy billionaires. Over and over in Succession, we see how the Roys treat federal legal and regulatory frameworks like playgrounds. There's never any real legal or regulatory consequences for these people because their wealth and influence buys them the favour of those systems so that even when they lose they win. Over and over again.

At the end of season 4, Matsson buys Waystar because he wants ATN. Mencken is included in that purchase. In Church and State, they're pretty disgustingly chummy, making quick work of dismissing Kendall's power plays, ripping into Roman for [checks notes] being sad at a funeral, before launching right into the technofascist talk. I don't reckon Matsson would let a president who agrees with his ideologies so enthusiastically lose the election. Matsson loved having roman and shiv in his pockets, you think he'll let a few thousand destroyed votes get in the way of him having a pet president? Dude may not know shit about coding, but he knows how to play these people.

More than that though, I just believe Succession is a show about how institutions of power are more loyal to one another than the public they claim to serve. And how the human relationships among the people in these powerful institutions shape public life more than anything else. When Jesse Armstrong penned those last few episodes, I don't think they were about how fascism can be thwarted with the legal system. I think they were some incredible speculative satire on the powerlessness of legal and regulatory bodies in the face of wealthy powerful individuals wielding forces they can't control to achieve personal gain.

I don't think it's truly ambiguous because no legal or regulatory process has actually prevented these people from getting what they wanted on a mass scale. It didn't stop them from getting around the cruises scandal or the sale or kendall murdering someone so why would a president be different? Matsson wants Mencken to be president so I'm pretty sure he would be. Roman and Kendall already made sure he'd get to the finish line and the system will do the rest.

So yes I do think Mencken won. Not legally, or democratically. But he won. Personally, I don't think there's another outcome that would fit the established reality. This is, of course, just my interpretation!! Highly recommend listening to the official Succ pod episode for America Decides because it really helps you understand how Mencken's election is possible and you can decide for yourself. Maybe your interpretation will be more optimistic than mine. x

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My Delicate Love

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Summary: He should be focused on his complicated feelings for Kate Sharma and his failed marriage to Edwina Sharma. He should be focused on the books for the estate he inherited too early. Instead, all he can think about is his daughter. Warnings: Parent death, mpreg, carrierverse, breach birth, birth, and complicated family dynamics Word Count: 7,625 Ship(s): Anthony Bridgerton & Hyacinth Bridgerton

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A/N: On this week's episode of me writing whatever the fuck I want: Anthony Bridgerton mpreg. I hope you guys enjoy, this fic gave me brainrot for literally weeks! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

Anthony let the packet of papers that he was meant to be going through fall back down onto the desk. He had really been letting things get away from him recently, but he wasn’t sure that was directly his fault. He felt bogged down with everything that had happened recently, so it was hardly out of the question for him to be distracted.

He had tried to trick himself into thinking that it was a good idea to propose to the wrong woman simply because she was the Diamond of the Season, picked by their rather fickle queen. He didn’t love Edwina, but he had tried to cut his heart off from loving people not long after his father’s death and the events that had followed. He had let Siena in and then she had proven why that was a bad idea, he had tried to let Kate in and then fumbled it so badly that it felt as though everyone in the world hated him for it.

He turned his head to look out of the window next to the desk in his office. This time, as his gaze made the journey, he let it travel over every single thing in the room. He usually skipped all of it so that he could focus on the ever changing nature of the land outside of their ancestral estate. It made him too sad to think about what his father had done while sitting in the very place that Anthony was currently residing.

Along the wall that held the grand fireplace, barren because of the mid-summer heat, sat the painting that Anthony had hung there many years ago but never once properly looked at. He had kept up the portrait of his father that his mother had threatened to get rid of just after the funeral. It was the last portrait that he had ever sat for, the singular one where his wife or children were not also with him. It was a fond memory, the father that he remembered captured in every brushstroke so that he could look back on the man fondly. Every memory that he had outside of the portrait itself had been tainted by his father’s death.

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“Come on, Anthony. Surely pregnancy isn’t slowing you down that badly,” Edmund jested lightly as they finished walking out of the forest and onto the neatly trimmed grass of the green. 

“I think that you would feel the same if you had something the size of a chamber pot strapped to your body, Father,” Anthony replied bitterly. The entire pregnancy had put him in a sour mood, even though he knew that he had it better than most men in his situation.

The landscape for carriers had improved greatly in the last hundred or so years, ever since the eldest of King George I sons had been found out to be one. It was still considered shameful to fall pregnant when not married, but it was actually legal for two men to marry now so that children could be considered to be legitimate. In conservative and traditional circles, even married carriers were considered with about the same level and class as women that worked as actresses or musicians.

Anthony had played around with quite a few of the boys that he had gone to school with when he was at Oxford. It was standard given the fact that the brothels were watched to make sure that none of them strayed there too often. They had to get the hormones and energy out of themselves somehow, especially after a day being shuttered away in dusty rooms while listening to lectures for hours on end. Most of the boys were able to come away without a single thing to show for it other than a calmer disposition or a tighter friendship. A few of the boys that Anthony had gone to school with were apparently considering marriage, either with each other or with siblings so that they could remain close, but none of them had ended up as Anthony had.

His pregnancy had begun with dizzy spells and a heightened sense of smell. His mother had immediately recognized what had happened and forced his father to send them back to Aubrey Hall. The family usually resided in London during the season, but it wouldn’t be safe for Anthony to be out in public when he was carrying a shame in his belly. 

He touched the swell of his bump as the thought crossed his mind. He did not consider his child to be a shame, or even a mistake for that matter. He did not know who the father was, which was why they had constructed the rather convoluted plan that they had. He wasn’t able to marry the person that had gotten him pregnant, but he still loved his baby. He knew that they would be cherished even if they were going to be passed off as one of his siblings.

“I thought that you would enjoy coming hunting with me. You’ve been complaining about being cooped up in the house for days. I was sure that Benedict was going to throw himself out of a tree again,” Edmund joked. He paused when they began to crest up the small hill that brought them to a collection of flowers. It was a kindness that Anthony didn’t have to thank him for, since he was the father of seven children and knew pregnancy well.

He paused once he got to the top of the hill, placing his hand on the small of his back and the other on his stomach as he heaved in breath. At least when he was away in the country instead of attending to business in London. It meant that he was able to stay away from the specialized corset they had ordered. It was uncomfortable to have his child nestled even deeper inside of him than they already were, especially with how little room his lungs had. “I do not think that something as active as hunting is as good for me as I thought it would be,” he commented.

“You should have listened to your mother. She’s only done this seven times,” Edmund replied. 

Anthony resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was glad that even though his parents saw this as something that was a bit shameful and needed to be hidden away from society, they still loved him enough to support him throughout his pregnancy. They had made sure that he was comfortable and had good healthcare from someone that wouldn’t spread the news of his condition throughout the entirety of the Ton. His mother had been basically glued to his side throughout the duration as well, making sure that his heartburn and morning sickness wasn’t too bad and fixing the nightmares when they plagued him.

“Speaking of the woman, I think that we should bring her back a gift. She nearly got a in a row with me yesterday night when I said that I would be taking you out today, you know,” his father explained. He handed his son the gun that had been clutched in his hand as they made their way through the paths of the forest.

He took the gun and then shifted it around so that he could hold it with his own, both of them under his shoulder. He pressed his hand to the base of his belly as he felt a tiny foot kick at his hip, as if to let him know that they were awake and wanted attention. He turned back to his father as he watched him search through the flowers until he had found one that had not a single wilting blossom, “These are your mother’s favorites. Make sure that you learn the favorite of your future spouse, Anthony.”

“I will, Father,” he replied with a small smile. He knew that his life had been turned upside down by the pregnancy, but the idea of getting to have a relationship like his parents had never failed to make him feel more chipper. He wanted to be loved and cared for by the person that he ended up marrying during the next pregnancy, whether that was carried by him or the other.

Edmund fiddled with the flower before he jerked back. “Infernal insect,” he mumbled as he tried to swat at the buzzing spot in front of him. He sucked in a tight breath as the bee stung him and he smacked at the wound to finally kill the bug. 

“Father?” Anthony asked when he noticed the sudden change in the air. He set the guns down so that the barrels were up towards the sky and he could shift a bit easier. The weight on his stomach made it exceptionally harder, but the worry that was easing its way into his veins made him almost forget that he was supposed to be uncomfortable.

“Anthony,” Edmund barely managed to get out. The wound on the side of his neck was already swelling substantially, making it look as though he had suddenly caught a case of the mumps.

“Father!” he cried out as his father took a step forward and then stumbled, falling down to his knees. Anthony lowered himself down quicker than someone that was nine months pregnant should have been able to. Despite the rapid kicking against his skin and the aching pain along the base of his spine, all he could focus on was the fact that Edmund wasn’t breathing as he was supposed to. He turned back in the direction of the house as he screamed, “Help! Someone, please help!”

His mother rushed out before he had even gotten the second word out. She had probably been pacing in the parlor that led out to the gardens while waiting for him, it was something she had begun doing more often since the doctor had confirmed Anthony’s pregnancy.

She dropped down to her knees without a second thought to her dress as she grasped her husband away from her son. She held his head in her lap and brushed her fingers over the side of his face. “Edmund, Edmund, my love you must breathe,” she instructed. He continued to gasp as his eyes slowly glazed over, becoming more indistinct.

All Anthony could do was sit there as his stomach wrapped in a nasty vice and he watched the life drain from his father. Violet, on the other hand, was going through every emotion at once. Tears rushed down her face and wet the neckline of her gown while she shouted, “Anthony, the children! Anthony!”

He forced himself to his feet and then ushered them all inside. He closed the door behind him, leaving his parents in the last couple moments that they would ever have together. His mind was still reeling with the fact that his father was now dead, had died from something so small and innocuous. They had all gotten insect bites before and yet none of them had ever died from it. 

His head was swimming with a mix of grief and panic as everything continued happening around him. He called for a doctor, refused to take the rooms that were meant to belong to the Vicount Bridgerton, and then made sure that his siblings were taken care of. Throughout the entire process, he also had to attend to his grieving mother and ignore the pregnancy hanging heavy on the front of his body.

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Anthony brushed one of his fingers over the chapped edge of his lip. He had been worrying it nonstop since his kiss with Kate in the church, as if that would somehow rid him of the sin that he had committed. He remembered the way that the sisters, once so close to each other that they had been conjoined at the hip, looked at each other on that day. He knew that he had never had that relationship with any of his siblings, but it still made him worry. Secrets were something that tore people apart, he had seen it happen between him and Siena and then it had almost happened with Daphne and Simon. He didn’t want that to be the future that he looked forward to.

He rose from his desk and walked out into the hallway, flagging down one of the maids that was scurrying along to complete her job. She had been working with them for as long as Anthony could remember, so it felt fitting that she would be helping him during this part of his life as well. “Have Gregory and Hyacinth gone to bed?”

“No, sir,” she shook her head. The sun stayed up late during the warm summer months, which usually meant that the two youngest Bridgertons would be ushered into their beds when the light was still pouring into their windows. He wasn’t quite sure what time it was, but when it was before dark and after dinner there was always a chance that he had missed the slim margin of time that they had before they retired.

“Would you mind collecting Hyacinth for me? I have something I wish to discuss with her,” he said. He knew that this time of night his mother would be in her sitting room, reading or working on her embroidery. Eloise likely would have already retired to bed, Francesca was away in Bath again, Benedict was rarely ever home, and Gregory was meant to be studying on his own. Colin certainly wouldn’t be with their mother, which meant that she would be alone so that Anthony could actually talk to her.

“Of course, my lord,” the maid bowed her head respectfully before she set off to finish her task and then do as he had asked of her. As soon as she had, Anthony walked down the hall in the direction of his mother.

Once he got there, he gave a polite knock and entered. She was sitting on the settee near the fire while embroidering a small strip of blue cloth. It was likely meant for a baptismal dress, long and narrow enough to fit around a hem that was hanging on someone very small. She looked at peace for the first time since he had decided that he wanted to marry, which meant that he was about to ruin her evening once again. Still, he had decided that there would be no more secrets kept and that included with his mother, “Mama, I have something that I need to talk to you about.”

“Please don’t let it be another wedding, my heart can’t handle that right now,” she groaned as she set her embroidery down in her lap.

“It’s not, I can promise you that,” he chuckled as he entered. He sat down on the chair next to the window and closer to the fire, which had worse light because of the house’s positioning. “I have decided that I am going to tell Hyacinth.”

Her eyes widened to the size of the moon and her mouth dropped open with the shock of it. He didn’t think that she had been as surprised as she was now when he had told her that he intended to marry. She placed her sewing down next to her and then shuffled to the edge of the couch so that she could reach out and touch his hand. “Anthony, my dear, are you certain? She is still so young and so much has already happened.”

“I’m not going to let us be torn apart the way that the Sharmas are. I’m the head of this family the way that Kate was the head of theirs, I need to learn from her mistakes and make sure that we can all still love and trust each other,” he explained. It made his heart ache to think of the woman that he loved in such a way, but if he had learned anything from his dearest friend it was that sometimes someone could make a mistake and love could still blossom from them. The same would have to be true for him and Kate. They had made a far worse mistake than Simon and Daphne had, but things had a way of working themselves out.

He ducked his head slightly as the grief of the entire situation threatened to overwhelm him. Violet rubbed her thumb over the edge of his hand and then said, “That’s not all, is it, dearest?”

“No,” he shook his head. It was something that he hadn’t wanted to admit to himself since before his father had died, but had only traveled to the front of his brain since he had seen his sister and baby Auggie. “I want to be able to know my daughter as my daughter. I know that it could damage my reputation if word got out, but I fear that if I don’t tell her now I will always be her older brother and I will never get the chance to be her father, as I should be.”

His mother’s face softened as she reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. It felt like he was young again, barely old enough to be away from his nanny and instead with a governess. He had wanted to be held like that for so long and now he was finally getting it, which made him feel as though his heart was bleeding in his chest.

“You have always deserved to get to be her father, Anthony. I should have been there for you after she was born so that I could have helped you find the balance. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to do that, I promise to try and do better in the future,” she said. He could hear the warble in her voice that meant that she was close to crying and wished that he could hug her to make up for it. That much emotional vulnerability had to be saved for the other special lady in the house today, so all he managed to do was give her cheek a quick peck.

“Thank you for your encouragement, Mama. I’ll come and discuss it with you after it’s over,” he said.

She shook her head, “You talk to your daughter and enjoy your time with her as her father for the first time, Anthony. I’ll be fine until the morning.”

He chuckled at the implication that she would hear about it no matter what and it was simply a matter of what time. He gave her a nervous smile before he turned on his heel and walked back out into the hall. God was either smiling or frowning on him because as soon as he closed the door to the study, he heard the voice of the very girl he had been thinking about all evening. “Anthony? They said that you wanted to talk to me about something?” Hyacinth asked as she quickly jogged over to him.

He placed his hand down on her shoulder and resisted the urge to just bring her into a hug. She looked so much like him and almost nothing like the boy that had been her sire. It was a good thing that the Bridgerton boys all looked so similar, because otherwise it would have been a massive question about where she had come from. The girls all looked fairly different anyway.

“I did,” he nodded. “Come with me to my office, this is a discussion that is going to take quite a while.”

She looked at him with the knot in his brow that she had pulled directly from him, which made his heart ache in his chest. He should have done this far sooner than he had, and he likely would have had his father not died so soon before she was born. He gave a nod to the maid that had been escorting her and then guided Hyacinth the rest of the way down the hall.

Once they were in his office, he brought her over to the chairs in front of the fireplace and then sat down in front of her. “Hyacinth, before I begin I would like you to know that nothing I have ever done has been to hurt you. I love you dearly and always wanted you to be safe.”

“I know that, brother,” she giggled.

It broke his heart to hear her say that to him, every single time she had since she had started talking. He knew that was why he had pulled away from her, and subsequently his little brother, all those years ago. “If you need to stop at any point so that you can think about what we’re talking about, just let me know. I want you to be comfortable.”

She clenched her hands together in her lap and began to fidget nervously. Even though he had barely been able to spend any time with her in the last seven years of her life, he knew that she had gotten that from him. It was one of the hardest habits that he had ever had to break, one that had gotten his first tutor sent home for punishing him about. “I’m a little bit scared of this conversation now,” she admitted.

“You don’t have to be scared, I just want you to know that it’s going to be serious,” he explained. “This is something I wanted to tell you when you got older but I think that the sooner the information is out the better it will be for the entire family.”

Hyacinth pursed her lips, the perfect shape for the lipstick that Daphne favored, and looked every bit her carrier. “Alright.”

“Hyacinth, you are my daughter,” he blurted out all at once. If he had decided that he was going to do this and then taken a night or more to think about it, he might have had a better way to articulate it. He might have been able to think of a way to let her know that the discussion wasn’t a prank and was the truth without scaring her. There were so many things in Anthony’s life that he wanted to go back and fix, and yet none of them were reachable to him now.

Her lips quirked up in a smile and she tilted her head to the side, causing her near-black ringlets to go cascading over her shoulder. “What? No, silly! I’m your sister.”

“That was what we had to tell you to keep you safe,” he shook his head. “You are my daughter and you always have been.”

“But you’re not married. Mama said that babies come after someone gets married, like Daphne and Lord Mort,” Hyacinth objected.

At the mention of her favorite fiction series of the month, Anthony couldn’t help the smile that broke over his face. He would have given almost anything to have been more involved in her life so that he could know about the carrier-centered story that she was reading about to teach her more of the real world. He just shuffled forward on his chair the same way that his mother had done to him and then grasped her hand, “Babies are something that happen when one is married, but they can also happen when one is unwed. It’s not something that is supposed to happen and can only happen if one is careless with someone they are courting.”

It was awkward to have to divert around the reality of how she had come about, but she was only ten. She didn’t need to know the gritty details of how he had fallen pregnant and why they had to make the decision to hide her true lineage. She only needed to know where she really fit into the family and that she was adored beyond all belief. 

Hyacinth contemplated this for a moment, tilting her head down towards their hands and then looking over to the crackling fire in the hearth. “Wait, so Mama is really…” she trailed off.

“Yes, she is really your Grandmama. You are her eldest grandchild,” he explained.

She thought about it for a minute, kicking her feet back and forth as a way to get through the majority of her restless energy. He knew what that felt like, especially since she had plagued him with it through the duration of his pregnancy. “Is it really dangerous for people to know that you’re my papa?” she asked.

“It is,” he nodded. “The Ton and the church don’t like it when people have children outside of marriage, and unfortunately your sire had already moved to an entirely different continent by the time I found out about you. That was why we had to pretend as though you were another child from my mama and papa,” he explained.

She nodded sagely, as if this wasn’t the biggest thing that she had ever been told in her entire life. “Am I going to get to call you papa now?”

“If you would like, but only when we don’t have company over. It is something that must remain quiet, between only the family. I’m not sure that Francesca and Gregory even remember the night that you were born or the months before it,” he chuckled. It was more something that he was saying to himself, something that he was using to get through the trauma of having the secret revealed instead of living in the place inside of him that she had once taken up.

“What was my birth like?” Hyacinth asked, the question coming seemingly out of the blue.

“I’m sorry?”

“I learned about birth recently, because the heifer in the nearby village was calving when Gregory and I went on our most recent nature walk. I asked Grandmama what birth was like because Governess Sarah has no children and she told me what mine was like, but I want to hear it from you! You are the one that birthed me, aren’t you, Papa?” she asked.

She was so eagerly accepting what he had given her. He had expected that she would have taken it poorly, that she wouldn’t have believed him or would have been mad that he had taken those parental chances away from her. She seemed just excited, plain and simple. 

He should have expected that instead of fearing the worst, she had always been a chipper baby. She was also a problem when she was younger, always in the wrong position to be swaddled or to feed properly. “Come, I’ll tell you what it was like,” he said as he sat back in his chair and then patted his lap.

Hyacinth slipped out of her chair and then bounced over to him with her curls rapidly leaving the thin braids meant to contain them earlier in the day. He placed his hands on her hips and then picked her up as she jumped into his lap, placing her head down on his shoulder. Anthony brushed his thumb over her shoulder like his father had done to him every time that he had scraped his knee or a thunderstorm rolled in. His mind drifted away from him as he thought about what her birth had been like, since it was a memory that he had tried to hide away from even himself for so long.

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A lot more went into running the estate than Anthony had originally anticipated. He had known to some extent what he had to do since he was the oldest son, even if he was a carrier, and thus had been trained on it since he had started doing upper levels in school. Seeing what his father did on a daily basis and being given some of the papers so that he could prepare was nothing compared to having to take it all on at once.

He had to make sure that the villages they oversaw on their land were being handled, that the staff was being paid, that his siblings were getting the education that they needed, that the property in London was being tended to as it needed, and that his mother was in an alright state. On top of all that, he was still wading through the last few months of his pregnancy but now sans the careful love and consideration from his parents.

He knew that his father would have been at his side through every moment of it, had Anthony not been preparing for the funeral that would take him away from them all. His mother was grieving so deeply that she barely even seemed to register that she was still breathing. Anthony desperately tried to give her the grace that she deserved in that time, but he still needed her. He couldn’t cope with the idea of having his baby without his mother by his side and yet the last four times he had woken with screaming nightmares, she hadn’t been there.

Outside of his daily tasks, what he had to do was already slowing down. He was allowed more time to rest between the bouts of paperwork that he had to do to take over the estates and title. There was to be a meeting with some of the royals at the palace, but that wasn’t something that Anthony could take until after the baby had arrived.

As if realizing that their parent was thinking of them, he felt a tiny foot punch into his back. He was exhausted and in pain, but he let a small smile cross his face as he dropped his hand down over his gravid belly to where the appendage had been. He was looking for the silver linings in his days, the things that were good around the paperwork and pain, and having them there was one of them. He could appreciate them fully now that he wasn’t constrained by the special-made corsets meant to make a bump look more delicate.

Just as it had a dozen times prior, a pain began to creep up the the base of his spine. It flared out over his hips and then spread around to his belly, grasping at every single muscle and making it contract. It felt as it did when he woke up from a bad dream or when he was preparing for one of the other boys at his school to barrel into him. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but his mother had assured him that was a normal thing to experience in pregnancy.

The only problem was that he hadn’t felt them with that kind of frequency throughout the entire duration and it was beginning to concern him. He wished that he could get up and find his mother or his father, that he could lean into their sides and cry while he told them how scared he was. He couldn’t, because his father had just been lowered into the ground and his mother was swimming so deeply in grief he was sure that she barely remembered his name.

So he continued working, late into the night. He rose and had dinner with his siblings as he had done every night since their father had passed away. He still couldn’t bring himself to sit at the head of the table or where their mother had sat, even if that was the place where the two people in power sat. After dinner was finished, he made sure the children were put to bed and then collapsed in his office.

The pain had only gotten worse after he had eaten, and he hadn’t managed to keep that much down. “Smith!” he called as another one of the pains began to race through him. 

The valet appeared immediately, his brows knit with worry and his body fidgeting with the urge to do something. “Yes, my lord?” he asked.

“I believe that you need to call for the doctor,” Anthony gasped out. He didn’t know what was happening to his body, but he was beginning to remember what his mother had told him. She only knew what it was like to go into labor as a woman and not a carrier, but before her grief she had tried to prepare him as best she could.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask for him, my lord,” the man said with a sharp nod of his head. He departed from the room and went to fetch the doctor, who would likely bring the midwife with him. A midwife had delivered every Bridgerton child since Anthony himself, which was why his parents had encouraged him to find one on when they found out about his pregnancy.

He left his office and went to his bedroom, changing into something comfortable and trying to ease the pain while he waited.

Anthony shifted on his bed so that he was leaning against the headboard with one hand on the bottom of his stomach. His mother had advised him on the breathing techniques that he was supposed to use and how swaying could help when he had felt the quickening, which had confirmed that a viable pregnancy was underway. He wished that she was there with him so that she could repeat the things that she had once said to him, but she was not so he had to make due on his own.

It took a while longer for the doctor and the midwife to arrive, but he wasn’t able to figure out how long that was. The only thing that existed in that time was him and his baby, and the wretched pain that kept bringing his mind away from the tiny thing growing inside of him. “We’re going to take care of you, my lord,” the midwife assured him.

“You’re about to see the most intimate part of my life, I think that you can call me Anthony,” he replied sourly. He hadn’t even looked up when they had arrived in his room, instead focusing on shifting his weight from one leg to another.

The midwife placed her hand on his lower back the way that his mother always had when she was guiding him through their home. He longed for her so badly, especially because the pain was beginning to get to him. “I want you to lay down and take off your lower clothes so that I may check you the way that I did during your last appointment.”

“I am going to step out into the parlor across the way, call me if you need assistance with the baby. I trust that Nancy will be able to handle it,” the doctor said when he realized that what was happening was a birth and not an illness that he could cure with bloodletting.

Anthony didn’t bother to say anything. Getting down onto the bed shifted the weight of his unborn babe inside of him, which meant that there was more pressure with every contraction that he got. Since he had moved from his office to his bedroom, he had accepted the fact that he was in labor despite the terror that idea brought with him. He struggled to get his pants down and then leaned back against the pillows so that the midwife could do as she needed to.

It was uncomfortable to have his cervix checked, but it was important for the delivery of the babe so he refused to let any noise of discomfort emanate past his lips. His hands grasped at the sheets underneath him and he wished that he could grasp at someone, that there was a person beside him other than the maid that had just bustled in with stacks of towels and warm water. “I think that we’re well on our way to having a baby tonight, Lord Bridgerton,” the midwife informed him. “I can already feel the head engaging through your waters, so we have to wait for them to break and then we can assess when you will start pushing.”

The entire business sounded so overwhelming that all he wanted to do was cry. He was the head of an estate and a man pregnant out of wedlock, though, so he tried not to think of it while he slipped out of the bed again. If the doctor had been the one leading his delivery then he would have been confined to the mattress, which was one of the reasons that his parents had insisted that he go with a midwife as they had. 

He was allowed to pace around the room throughout his contractions, which helped with the nervous energy that had slowly been growing inside him while he waited for help to arrive. He paused every time another one of the pains began to roll over him, grasping at something that usually turned out to be a member of the staff or the midwife herself. He was ushered back to the bed when his waters broke down his legs and she checked again. It was then that she took a step back, her face pale. 

“What’s going on?” Anthony mumbled, lost in the haze of pain and his throat aching. At some point he had begun shouting with each of the contractions when they reached their apex. It wasn’t a scream, more of a roiling groan but it was loud enough that it had torn at his vocal cords.

“I believe that the baby is frank breach,” she explained. “When I thought that I felt the head earlier, it turns out that it was actually the bum. I’m going to have to speak to the doctor, I’ll be back in a moment.”

The door swung shut and suddenly he was alone. The universe was frowning upon him because as soon as she had fully left, he had to deal with the first contraction since his water had broken. The pain of it was so much more intense now that the cushion between his muscles and the babe was gone, amplified by the fact that he was laying down instead of upright as he had been through the majority of his labor.

He was scared, above all else. He didn’t know what was going to happen from this point on. He knew only what his mother had explained to him and all of his thoughts were in a muddled jumble. He hadn’t heard of that happening during a delivery and he was scared for his unborn babe. He wanted someone to be with him. He wanted someone to hold him in their arms and tell him that it was all going to be alright.

“Mama!” he shouted before he even realized that he was doing it. He walked down to the end of his bed and placed his hands along the baseboard, gripping so tightly around the wood that he could almost hear it cracking. “Mama!”

The doctor and the midwife returned to him, both of them preparing their instruments. “My lord, we need you to answer a question for the both of us. If it comes down to it, do you want us to save the heir or yourself?”

“What?” Anthony asked, the fear radiating all the way through him. He had heard of surgeries being required to birth a baby, but he had never contemplated that happening to himself. He had always imagined the birth happening with his midwife and mother by his side, painful but endurable for the wonderful reward of getting to meet his babe properly.

“Do you want us to save you or the babe?” the midwife asked. “I don’t think that it will come down to that, but we do need to know just in case.”

“I do not want to have to choose between myself and my baby,” he cried. “I want my mother, please can someone get my mother?”

“We do not have time for that, my lord,” the midwife replied as she placed her hand on his lower back. It helped alleviate some of the pressure from his contraction like he had wanted since he had gone into labor.

He bent his head forward so that his forehead was resting on the edge of his hands even though it tilted his hips in an odd direction. He couldn’t care about the pain that was building up inside of him with every contraction, only the fact that he was scared and felt like nothing more than a child himself. “MAMA! Please, Mama!”

The midwife tutted comfortingly. She and the doctor worked to get the pillows and blankets behind Anthony on the bed before they lowered him down so that his bottom was hanging over the edge of the mattress and he was leaning back against them. It was uncomfortable and exposed him to an absurd degree, but he could barely even manage that thought around his fear. “You have to push now,” the midwife said.

“Mama!” Anthony screamed. He reached out to the side and grasped at the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned a blinding white. He clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth when he pushed, then used the breath that he sucked in after the contraction was done to call for his mother.

When he flopped back onto the bed, instructed not to push for a moment, he heard his brother’s voice down the hall. “Let me go to him! He’s in distress! If our mother cannot then someone must and I am the oldest after Ant,” Benedict cried. He was so young and sounded just as upset as Anthony felt. Someone was arguing with him in a tone that was much quieter, assuring him that things were underway.

He forgot it almost immediately as he was told to push again. It only took about ten minutes of the effort before the head was born from him and his body collapsed back into nothingness. He only came back to himself when the squirming, squalling bundle of baby girl was placed into his arms.

---

That memory was certainly not suited to a young child like the only curled around his torso. So instead, he told her, “It was very dark and stormy. I hurt quite a lot and I was very scared, I think I made quite the racket while trying to get Grandmama to come to me so that I didn’t have to be scared any longer. I likely kept all your aunts and uncles up all night.”

“And yet they do not remember?” she asked, seemingly astounded. He knew that she was a light sleeper and always rose when there was even someone sneezing in the room next to her, so he could understand how that was confusing for her.

“They were too young, all but Uncle Benedict. Eventually Grandmama had to get him to stay with Uncle Colin to stop them both from having a fright,” he began to pet her hair softly and she melted into him. He kissed the edge of her forehead as he continued, “I was scared because I didn’t want to let you go, but none of it mattered when you were actually there. The doctor put you down in my arms and I knew that you were going to be the smartest, prettiest girl in the entire world. And here you are, and I finally get to have you.”

She looked up at him with his own eyes, not like his siblings but the ones that he had passed down to her as she grew in his womb. “I still can’t believe that none of the others knew about this. How could they not if they were so stressed about me being born?”

“They’ve forgotten,” he said softly. “Grandmama knew, and Uncle Benedict. I think that Aunt Daphne and Uncle Colin have some memory of me being pregnant, but not enough to know what it meant.”

“Was that because Pa-Grandpapa,” she flushed and smiled like she had just been told that she was going to have a surprise party for her birthday. He knew that it was going to be a massive change for her, something that she was going to make mistakes on for a while. “Was that because Grandpapa had just died?”

Anthony felt his heart skip a beat in his chest, as if to remind him how terrifying those few moments were. “Yes. Many of the younger children forgot that time because it was so sad for them.”

She nodded and curled further against him. “I was always sad that I never got the chance to know him. Grandmama would never speak of him for longer than a couple of minutes and the stories always said that a father should be there to protect and care for his daughters.”

“The stories are right. I’m sorry that I was not there to do it during your biggest growing years, but I promise you that I wanted to be. And I am going to right that wrong going forward,” Anthony said. He tilted her head up with his hand and then planted a kiss on her forehead, which made her giggle. He was suddenly transported back to when she was only two, her arms and face still round with fat from when she had been born and sweaty with baby-sleep.

“I’m glad that I will get to know you, Papa,” Hyacinth informed him as she wrapped her arms tightly around his middle.

It was late, he needed to send her with a maid to get to bed. Then he recalled what his mother had said and decided that it could wait. For now, it was going to be only them in the light of the dying lamps, sharing the bond that only carrier and child could have. “I am too, my little flower.”

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In my opinion, Al's portrayal of michael corleone is good, but I can't take him seriously in some parts of the first 2 movies, because al (for me) just stares and speaks, like he's staring like this : 😐, without any emotion, idk if that's supposed to be part of Michael's character or that's al just staring, and that annoys me, I never ever liked michael in the movies and ofc I'm not gonna like him in the book, the only time i like michael is when you're writing him, I hate michael and the things he did, i only find him hot because that's al pacino, because who wouldn't like him?, I find his portrayal of michael is pt 3 is better, because he finally shows emotion (or maybe that's what I think he did), i always liked his late 80s - 90's movies more, because he (again) shows emotion, when he's sad, you see it, when he's angry you see it, when he's happy, he smiles with all his heart, the only 70's movies I liked were panic in needle park, dog day afternoon and and justice for all, didn't like the rest because he's just staring, he deserved the oscar for his acting in scent of a woman, but I'm not sure about his acting in the godfather movies.

What makes me sad, is the al pacino Fandom are stuck in his 70's movies, if you realized

I never hear anyone talk about his recent movies except the irishman, movies like Danny collins, Hangman, Marchant of Venice and two for the money deserve more attention, I do hear people talk about the 80s movies, but it's just scarface, i do hear people talk about his 90's movies but they're just heat and Tgf pt3

I do love Al's 70's movies, but they're a bit overrated now

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The silent, emotional stares and sitting is 100% in Godfather 2 Michael Corleone's personality, sorry to say. 😂😅 The only other time I saw Michael like that in the first film was during Vito's funeral and well, you kinda have to sit there and stare during a funeral but my man was showing zero emotions despite his father having just died. 😶

It's because Michael's become such a hardened man with little to no humanity left in him. His own choices and actions have torn apart his family and essentially left him soulless in return. He took things too far, he seemed to have no intention of making the Corleone family completely legitimate after seven years (and has the audacity to say "just when I thought I was out..." uhhh, no. You liked being in!) and of course, the final nail on the coffin was finding out Fredo was the traitor. You can't really blame Michael in a way because of everything he's been through (survived an assassination and brother was the reason why he and his wife almost died, Kay got an abortion, growing more distant from Tom whom he only trusts, his mother died). 😢

If you didn't like film Michael though, trust me, you'd love book Michael! 😂❤ Book Michael laughs and smiles a lot, even cracks jokes and is a lot more emotional. He definitely doesn't sit there quietly and emotionless--he's extremely different from film Michael which baffled me when I read the book. He's actually a sweetheart if you ask me, and more family oriented. 💕

I don't think being stuck in Al's 70's filmography is a bad thing! Al made so many amazing films back to back in the 70s! It was his era! That was his decade!! ❤❤❤ He also didn't make a film for every single year in the 80s either, so we didn't have any films from him in 1984, 1986, 1987 or 1988! I think because Al is so phenomenally talented at playing action packed characters and gangster films, that a lot of us prefer and love his films in that genre. That's also why I think Heat and Carlito's Way are really loved too. That's not to say Al hasn't made other good films, he has! I for one love, love, love, The Panic in Needle Park, Scarecrow, ...And Justice for All and Bobby Deerfield too. 🥰

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supernatural s9e10 road trip (w. andrew dabb)

didn't realize we were on a 'road so far' episode already. oh did we really need a funeral pyre? buh. okay what irritates me about that is it can lean on the emotions i associate going back to john's pyre. as much as i warmed up to kevin, his death did not really make me feel anything. and now they can borrow against my fucked up dead parents feelings that got shaken up via john. don't like it.

also borrowing against my thoughts on dean's feelings via john's death, having this long zoom out from dean at the fire, licensed music playing. oh, it gets worse! the cleaning up kevin's footprint in the bunker. no more extra little brother at home.

was thinking today actually about mrs. tran, how crowley said she was dead but i couldn't remember if we ever confirmed if she was actually dead?

thought of it because of the phone. the logistics of the aftermath of someone has died. i was too young to deal with anything from when my dad died, but i was 32 when my mom died (fun fact i guess that would make it a year before this season aired) so my brother and i dealt with the house and belongings. damnit. now i'm upset about that, buncha cheap shots, show. sigh. too much thinking, more watching.

dean guilt++ and no sam because he's off being ridden around by a fucked up murdering angel

all right the picture with kevin and his mom got me. don't throw the fucking phone, asshole. break everything else, but not the phone, come on. this is like bobby burning the family picture with jo and ellen in s5e10 (brain, stop it)

so we go from this scene to.... this one.

okay tonal whiplash. they could have had a rockstar character and not making it into a cheesy joke. weird choices.

DEAN Sammy was dying. What was I supposed to do?

can't blame a shark for being a shark. can't blame a dean for doing anything to save his sam.

CASTIEL You kill an angel, its vessel dies, too. DEAN Think I don't know that? If I don't end Sam and that halo burns him out and I... God, I was so damn stupid. CASTIEL You were stupid for the right reasons. DEAN Yeah, like that matters. CASTIEL It does. Sometimes that's all that matters.

castiel is banking on it being the something that matters for personal reasons too :p

CROWLEY I told him this was gonna happen. I was the only person who tried to warn him. I told him to run. DEAN From what? CROWLEY You. How many times am I gonna have to say this? People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a life-span.

don't let him make you feel worse, dean (even though it's true)

will admit i wonder what crowley does chained up for days, weeks?? at a time between visits from someone.

definitely. good levels of quippy crowley

CROWLEY Looks like we need a tiebreaker. Go get Moose, squirrel. Unless... Unless, of course, you can't. That's why you're here, isn't it? The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?

i will admit he made me laugh at that. poor giant baby samoose

dean is Very Sad and Very Guilty but i would like to take a moment to say i like the plaid he has on today. it's pretty. not covered up by a jacket so i can actually appreciate it

okay that made me laugh too

CROWLEY Shotgun. DEAN Uh, wrong. You're in the back. DEAN Hey – you, too. Keep an eye on him.

so dumb but i cackled. more cas and crowley bickering please

dad!dean yelling at the kids fighting in the back. here for it

all right. mega confusion. so i was like this dude, why do i know this dude, is that ezekial/gadreel, was he in an older episode of spn? anyway i apparently didn't look him up when we first met him but he was one of the dimi's in s1 of altered carbon... and dimi 2 was in an spn episode (s4e5 the black and white one). i had forgotten that while dimi is the same dude, it was different meatsuits (sleeves, in the show).

s9e10 / altered carbon s1e1 tahmoh penikett as dimitri kadmin

wonder how padalecki felt about playing an even more different character now. recall reading something recently about jackles talking about how it was harder when he was playing soulless!sam etc because it wasn't that same dynamic

I've shared this before, it did make it a little bit more difficult when Jared was playing soulless Sam or Dean was playing demon Dean or Michael. It made it a little bit, well, it was different because that person that you rely on who brings their character to life in a way that supports what you're doing and that is relatable and that is almost, is somebody that you rely on to fulfill—he completes me. Great, that's the headline tomorrow... "Jensen Ackles finally admits... ...that he really does love Tom Cruise movies." So yeah, to get back the question, it it did make it a little bit more difficult to do what we were so used to doing when you take that element away and but again that's I think that that was one of the great things about Supernatural is that we took chances like that, we swung for the fences on a lot of different things.

-from 2022 JIB 12 Jensen Sunday Morning Panel

LOL i just realized i had the wrong era license plate in the painting i just did. cue me flushing and sweating. i did something wrong on the internet where people can see, the HORROR

CROWLEY Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania, 10 minutes ago.

lol. classy

this whole gadreel/abner thing. i dunno, man. there's just too much shit going on to care about everything

no judgement, i pet my car too

great, jabbing holes in sam's brain and wiggling a big needle around in there. like trying to find a recessed reset button with a paperclip

DEAN Pretty much, yeah. How are you doing? CASTIEL You want to talk about me now? DEAN I want to talk about anything that's not a demon sticking needles into my brother's brain.

oh dean. i'm feeling the feelings, jackles

CASTIEL You thought his life was at stake. DEAN Yeah, I got played. CASTIEL I thought I was saving Heaven. I got played, too. DEAN So you're sayin' we're both a couple of dumbasses?

me three

CASTIEL I prefer the word "trusting." Less dumb. Less ass.

sorry but i laughed. that was a weird watery delivery

now crowley gets to tromp through sam's brain too, greeeeaat. this is just great.

DEAN If you mess with Sam, if you try anything– CROWLEY I keep my bargains. Besides, I don't want to be inside your brother any longer than I have to. I'm not one for sloppy seconds.

classy as ever

DEAN This don't make us square. I see you again– CROWLEY I'm dead. Yes, I know. I love you, too.

kisses, byeee

SAM What you do want me to say – that I'm pissed? Okay. I am. I'm pissed. You lied to me. Again. DEAN I didn't have a choice. SAM I was ready to die, Dean! DEAN I know. But I wouldn't let you, because that's not in me.

it doesn't excuse what dean did, but sam knows this. neither dean nor i can tolerate sam being okay with dying. just like sam and i can't tolerate dean being self destructive and ready to die at the drop of a hat

at least i can tolerate it a little better when they have these little mini breakups, now that it's happened so many times. and i don't think they're committing to a long separation onscreen? but i don't know honestly

quality time for sam and cas?

[fruity-phrog]

Top 10 times a kid’s cartoon made me cry!

(spoilers for The Owl House, Adventure Time, Amphibia, Gravity Falls and She-Ra)

10. Luz Leaving Camilla Again (The Owl House, Yesterday’s Tide)

This one’s number ten for a few reasons. Number one, I was quite annoyed at how Camilla reacted to Luz’s choice to stay in the Demon Realm. It wasn’t like she chose it over staying with Camilla - she chose it over going to some weird-ass conversion camp. But also (and this might just be me being a jerk) there wasn’t anything physically stopping Luz from going back to the DR after finding her way back to the Human Realm, just a promise that can be persuaded away. The main reason this was sad was that she was being pulled away from her mum again, and that Camilla blamed herself. 

9. Queen Angella’s Sacrifice (She Ra and the Princesses of Power, The Portal)

Angella’s character development kind of hit me like a truck, because until this scene I didn’t realize she needed character development. I feel like she’s an underrated character. In this scene, you can totally see that she views Adora (and Bow) as her own child, especially since Adora’s an orphan. You can hear the pain in her voice as she voices her past mistakes. Also, this is especially sad since she must have thought “ah well, at least I’ll see Entrapta and Micah again”

8. Tuba’s Funeral (Infinity Train, The Campfire Car)

Tuba’s actual death didn’t really affect me because I was so certain she would just come back. But this funeral killed me. Grace had come so far, crying over a “null’s” life and making sure Hazel felt safe, protected and calm. And the way Hazel trusts Grace even though her best friend killed Grace’s mother. The scene was so well written and acted.

7. Marceline and Simon’s Past Revealed (Adventure Time, I Remember You)

I think the worst thing about this scene is the fact that Marceline has had to carry these memories with her for centuries and centuries. Every time Finn and Jake complained about the Ice King, every time he turned up at her doorstep asking for lyric help, every time Bonnie got kidnapped, Marceline had to look at her father figure and see a monster. And the fact that Simon had no memory of her or their past? Wow. That hurt. And the final blow - that Simon got Marceline Hambo - just destroyed me.

6. Finn Says Goodbye To Minerva (Adventure Time, The Light Cloud)

The main thing about this one is that they could have had more time. If the ship had been slower, if the headset had a bigger range, if, if, if. I was OK until Minerva started to give the advice she wished she’d been giving for fifteen years. When she said “Watch out when eating blueberries. Too many can hurt your tummy.” it hit me with just how much she regretted. Regretted getting into a life that would lead to Finn having to flee the island. Regretted not coming to find him sooner. It just really hurt.

5. Come Along With Me Plays For The Last Time (Adventure Time, Come Along With Me)

Honestly, this hurt me for one main reason - it was the last. The last time we’d see Finn and Jake, the last time we’d see how our characters grew, the last time we’d hear those beginning drums to Come Along With Me. I actually fell off my chair when I realized that’s what Music Hole would sing, and I cried so much. 

This post is honestly just an Adventure Time Appreciation Post at this point.

4. Stan Sacrifices Himself (Gravity Falls, Weirdmageddon Part 3)

Honestly, the only reason this isn’t higher is because I knew, deep down, that Stan wouldn’t die. He was too much of a main character to die, but watching him willingly lay down his life for people he felt had more worth than him really hurt. He was ready to kill himself to save the people he loved, even though he’d started off the series “incapable of love if it isn’t monetary-wise” (his words).

3. Luz And King’s Sacrifice (The Owl House, King’s Tide)

The desperation in Luz’s face as she puts her life on the line for her loved ones. The fear in Amity’s face as she begs her girlfriend to save herself. The break in King’s voice as he thanks Luz for being the big sister he never had. It was so raw and realistic and painful. And I think it’s really symbolic, that King - who used to literally see himself as monarchy - did everything in his power to save one of the only people who actually believed in him. This was one of the most heart-wrenching finales I’ve ever watched and it’s not even over yet.

2. Anne Says Goodbye To Sprig - Permanently (Amphibia, The Hardest Thing)

I genuinely never expected them to leave and never come back - and I don’t think anyone else did, either. Anne, Sasha and Marcy had come so far since they arrived in Amphibia and grown so much, and this scene just showed that. Sasha’s and Marcy’s goodbyes shoved me to a cliff and that one-shot of Anne and Sprig put me in a catapult and launched me off the edge.I just - it hurt, alright? It hurt.

1. Mara’s Story (She Ra and the Princesses Of Power, couldn’t find the episode)

IF YOU HAVE WATCHED SHE RA YOU KNOW WHAT I AM FEELING. I don’t know why I’m putting this in first, but I am and I have no regrets. We were made to dislike Mara, to be annoyed at how much she put on Adora’s shoulders, but really she was just like Adora - a scared girl with a biiiiiiiiig responsibility. The worst part? Razz’s confusion. “We were going to make pies together. She promised”. The trope of one-person-dies-and-the-other-doesn’t-understand is such gold and gets me every time. And Mara’s relationship with Light Hope?  *inhales*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

I had to watch all these scenes to get the screenshots, so I’m not feeling too good right now. Weep for me, weep like I have wept for these pixels. I am not ok. 

[mikuni14]

About taming Kinn and Vegas

Warning, this post contains my subjective feelings that may seem negative to some fans.

Personally, I started KP expecting it to be a truly "dark & ​​gritty gay romance". Trailers, teasers and MV from my beloved Free Fall suggested that this is what this series would be like. The series finally turned out to be actually pretty romantic and fun, completely contrary to my expectations, but I want to point out that I do not make a problem out of it :) That was my vision - and the creators of the series had a different one. What convinced me to the creators' vision? First of all, the overall performance of the series and, well, Mile and Apo.

Kinn  This couple is COMPLETELY different from my expectations. I WANTED Kinn to be the real mafia boss, I wanted him to be like he was in episode 1. Kinn ultimately turned out to be the opposite of the mafia boss: D but I STILL like him and I like his absolute devotion and adoration of Porsche. It's because the creators of the series gave me TIME to accept this version of Kinn, and also the opportunities and time for Mile and Apo to show WHY Kinn is like that and why Porsche is so worth Kinn’s love and his change. To me Kinn has been “tamed and domesticated”, and while I didn't want it to happen, I DO NOT HATE it, though I still hope Kinn and the Porsche will become the ultimate power couple of the mafia world. Even though I’m fully aware it's only MY dream, because the series clearly shows it's not Kinn's dream. AND IT'S FINE :)

Vegas  After it was clear to me that Kinn wouldn't be as "dark", as I wanted him to be, Vegas became my last hope, to be the last "dark man" standing :D Now it looks it's not gonna happen (although there are still 2 ep left). All this time I was wondering how his romance with Pete would start, because logically there was no way for it to happen. The idea of their similar experiences with their abusive fathers made it possible to establish a beginning of understanding. Unfortunately the show, because of the limited amount of time the couple received, didn't handle it well. Since the writers had to jump VP from beatings to sex in two episodes, they did it on a turbo boost - the domestic violence was not enough to start the romance, so the death of the domestic pet and its ceremonial funeral were added. And from the pet's funeral (a hedgehog, that viewers loved, mede memes about and played silly naming games which is especialy funny in this scenario), our boys jumped straight into bed. I don't know what disappointed me more: Vegas suddenly defined by sad, sob stories, a complete lack of romantic and sexual interest between Pete and Vegas prior the sex, or the gentle love making that sort of, just happened. FOR ME, THEIR STORY DOESN'T MAKE SENSE AND IT'S SIMPLY RUSHED.

Why did I buy househusband Kinn even though I don't want it? Because he had time to develop, he had scenes in which I got used to him, I saw him opening up to Porsche, to his love from the beginning. I've seen how they are both affect by each other.

Vegas and Pete didn't have that chance and that's why I can't bring myself to see what their fans see in them. And I tried, because I want to! After all, this is such a great trope and relationship dynamic! Which deserves a separate series, or at least a mini-series :) Because I simply have to see the development of relationship between the characters to cheer them on. I can't see anything like that between Vegas and Pete. I rewatched their scenes, I studied the gifs carefully, because maybe I missed something. I read posts made by devoted fans. And nothing.

Until their first kiss, Vegas and Pete act like acquaintances with a complicated work relationship: D who are AT THE BEGINNING of a possible romance. It’s very uncertain and tentative, but it's a start. I think, that after a few more episodes, with the right amont of given time, without sad stories, without a dead hedgehog, without stripping Vegas of what makes him unique and such an interesting character, without chaos and abrupt changes/ plot twist, VegasPete would have a chance to have a great, profound romance. 

This is my personal opinion :) Don't get me wrong, I love the show, I love Kinn and Porsche as a couple, also Vegas (until he was made into a sad, pitiful villain) and Pete - but apart. I accept how much the series has become MUSHY, because it being a series mainly about KP and devoting time to them, their love is obvious and understandable to me. But honestly, Vegas and Pete from the last episode are a misunderstanding for me, plot-wise. It's just all too fast, they're already CUDDLING. WTF. As a result, this couple has no depth and intensity at all, because there's no foundation in this relationship, they haven't had time to build it. For comparison, the final scene from the last episode of Old Fashion Cupcake made me literally cry: it was so raw and intense, there was a whole range of emotions, it was very hot, but also very beautiful in such a heartbreaking way. THIS IS WHAT I EXPECTED FROM VEGASPETE. But Nozue and Togawa had time to get there :)

tl:dr Kinn and Vegas have been “domesticated and tamed”. Kinn had time to solidify his “Porsche-induced change". Vegas, which had three scenes to show what Kinn had all season to, is just chaotic. He has ruched scenes presented one after another - of torture, pet's funeral and sex with a man he tortured. How is that respectful to this character? Personally, I think this season should have at least 18 episodes and the VP arc should only begin NOW, or VP should only develop in Season 2.

Sorry, it’s been on my mind since Saturday 😘

[casspurrjoybell-23]

LOST and FOUND - Chapter 1 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

My fingers caught on the buttons as I put on one of my nicer shirts.

The depressed part of myself was trying to talk out the saner part from going to church this morning.

I swallowed and forced myself to button the shirt.

I looked at myself in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door as I finished dressing, pulling on a cardigan.

I just hoped no one else would see the sadness in my eyes but who was I kidding?

It was plain as day.

The pain I was experiencing showed in every facet of my expression.

I even tried to smile but it just looked so pitiful.

Hopefully everyone at church would be too nice to say anything about my appearance.

I knew everyone would be happy to see me.

I hadn't stepped foot in a church since Harrison's funeral.

Was that so hard to say to yourself, Beau?

He's dead, he had a funeral.

'Though you don't remember half of it because you were so out of your mind, you pathetic piece of shit.'

My eyebrows drew together and my lower lip trembled but just the slightest bit.

Your brain could be mean to you when you were depressed.

I'd learned that a long time ago.

I brushed my hands over my shirt, smoothing the invisible wrinkles.

I smiled at myself in the mirror one more time, willing myself to have that little twinkle, that little sparkle that Harrison always said I had in my eyes.

It was gone though.

Had been gone for five months.

It probably wasn't ever coming back.

I left the large bedroom before the emptiness could start closing in on me.

I was sleeping in the guest room now but I hadn't found the motivation to move my clothes.

I couldn't find the motivation to do anything these days.

I breathed deeply as I made my way downstairs.

I didn't want to start panicking before I even made it to church.

I was going.

I was not going to talk myself out of it.

I went to put on my shoes, ignoring the stack of bills I had set on the dining room table.

Yesterday I told myself 'you'll deal with them tomorrow'.

I had set them right there so I couldn't pretend to will them out of existence but now I was trying really, really hard not to think about them.

I swallowed thickly and brushed at my cheeks but I wasn't crying.

I grabbed my shoes from the shoe rack that I refused to stop using.

Harrison had gotten on me so hard when I first moved in, telling me very firmly that no, I couldn't just throw my shoes wherever I wanted.

I actually smiled at the memory of his arms waving around as he scolded me.

I refused to let a sob bubble up.

'It's a happy memory, Beau. You can remember things and be happy, right? You don't have to be sad all the time.'

I finished putting on my shoes and made sure I had my wallet and phone before grabbing the keys from the little bowl on the table by the door.

Another thing I refused to stop using even though in the beginning I had told Harrison how stupid it was.

He always had to have things just so. I really loved that about him.

I can't remember if I ever told him.

I moved some hair behind my ear and unlocked the door, locking it back up again once I was outside.

I got in the car and buckled my seat belt, making sure I could see in all the mirrors.

I turned the car on, no radio playing.

I hated driving, Harrison always, always drove.

I hadn't driven anywhere in the seven years we were together.

I pulled out of the driveway.

I was doing it.

I was actually going out and doing something I used to do every single Sunday for seven years.

I had talked myself into it and it was actually happening.

I couldn't help the proud little smile that slipped onto my face.

Now I just needed to stick to the right direction and not end up pulling off to the side of the road and blubbering like a baby.

You can do it, Beau.

The service ended with the band singing a few songs that I tried to sing along to.

I was running out of steam and I really just wanted to go home and curl up on the couch with Harrison's favorite blanket, it had stopped smelling like him a long time ago but I still loved it.

After the final few notes of the song played, I wiped my palms on my pants and stood up.

Not a second later I was accosted by a group of three women.

I could see other people waiting in the wings to talk to me.

I was not getting out of here quickly, unfortunately.

I don't know why I thought I would.

"Hello, Carol," I said, forcing a smile.

"It's so nice to see you, sweetie," Carol said.

"Can I give you a hug?"

I nodded.

Carol was round and short, just as short as me, so it didn't make it awkward.

I hated being hugged by tall people... except Harrison.

I had only ever felt safe with his height and bulk wrapped around me.

Once Carol hugged me, Nancy and Linda took their turn.

I knew I was going to have to hug at least twenty more people before I got out of here.

I already felt exhausted.

"We've missed you, sugar," Nancy said, resting her hand on my arm.

"How have you been holding up?"

How did I answer that?

I forced a small smile.

"Well, you know..."

I didn't know where I was going with that and it just trailed off with no continuation in sight.

Someone saved me though by saying an excited...

"Beau," Hannah, Nancy's daughter, came over and gave me a one armed hug while she had her baby propped on her hip.

For the life of me I couldn't remember the baby's name.

That made me feel like fucking shit.

I forced another smile as I looked at Hannah.

"It's nice to see you," I said for lack of anything better to say.

I even used to get coffee with Hannah once a month before my life became a nightmare.

Harrison said that it was good that I had friends so I didn't 'bother him all the time' so I picked Hannah as a friend after I started going to church with Harrison.

He hated when I went to get coffee with her, I could tell but he never wanted to admit that he missed me when I was gone for only a few hours.

Hannah said something about getting together again soon before her baby started crying and she had to go outside.

Nancy, Carol and Linda continued to talk and I'm not sure if I answered... I felt numb.

This all felt so wrong, being here without Harrison.

I hadn't even wanted to go to church in the first place when I started dating him but he was bossy and made me do things I didn't want to do just because he wanted to do them.

I missed that... I missed it so much.

I felt lost, empty without his hand on my back as he talked to other church goers.

He knew everyone and got along with all of them.

He was much less grumpy around other people than he was around me.

I knew everyone at the church had been on the fence about our relationship as first.

Not because Harrison was gay, everyone knew that and it didn't matter.

Everyone had been unsure of me at first because I was thirty years younger than him.

That had come to a shock to all of them when I had first shown up with him.

A lot of people asked if I was his nephew.

They knew he didn't have children, so the closest explanation for my young age was being his nephew.

I had heard the slightly embarrassed grumble in his voice as he explained that I was his boyfriend.

When I snapped out of my memories... I was hugging someone else.

I don't know how long I had been stuck in my own head but as I looked around at the people waiting to talk to me I felt completely overwhelmed.

"I... I'm sorry," I stuttered to a friend of Harrison's that had been talking to me.

"I... I have to... have to go."

I turned around and found the quickest exit, wrapping my arms around myself and ignoring all the pitying looks I got.

Everyone knew I was worthless without Harrison.

I was just a stupid kid that didn't know what he was doing.

Useless.

[castawavy]

so I came back after finishing house of the dragon and- what was that finale?! there's gotta be another episode bc it's too open-ended! and ohmygod how do I even sum it up? death, incest, brutality, did I mention incest? there's a lot of it. and then, unexpectedly, a foot fetish. so um. I think compared to got it was more focused on the family arrangements (marriage knows no boundaries for them) than on external conflict. kinda makes sense tho. & could you tell me what's different in the book?

AHAH I think it was the best place to end the season mainly cuz well what happens next will require AT LEAST another 10 episodes, but I KNOW massive cliffhanger. And yeah it very much is a family drama but the next part (part 2 I will call it) is very war centric SO be ready

NOW I will attempt to answer about book stuff since I read it recent-ish, however I am a goldfish so I probably forgot some things!!

Spoilers for House of The Dragon ahead (you have been warned) I will try my best not to spoil the events that I know will happen in S2 tho!!!

Let's start with the obvious, Laenor doesn't actually live he dies.

Rhaenerya's husband does not sail away with his lover and live happy ever after </3 his lover actually kills him during an argument OOF but I can see why they didn't want to kill the only LGBT character in the show so that does make sense. Lore wise though, if he is alive I don't think hus dragon should be able to bond to anyone else? But in the story I can confirm his dragon does accept a new rider so I don't know how they will get around that? Even so it's nice that they gave him a kiiiiiiind of happy ending (even though he's been exiled pretty much). Daemon and Rhaenerya do also marry one another EUGH, and I think it is a little soon after Laenor's death so:

Brings me onto my next point, Laena actually dies before Laenor.

I might be remembering this COMPLETELY wrong but I am pretty sure in the book, Laena dies before he does (OK I just reread this and I am right BOOYAH). Rhaenerya is also present during this time, as she is really good friends with Laena (they agree to marry their kids to one another at this point whilst Laena still lives). To be honest I think the show does a real injustice to Laena and her character and doesn't spend enough time on her, which is a shame especially also because the actress playing her was WOC, and they should have given her the same love and attention they did to Rhaenerya imo!!!!

Daemon was also very VERY in love with Laena.

The maester in the book does say that Daemon potentially married Laena to secure his own place in the lineage (with a powerful family closely linked to the Velaryons) BUT Daemon goes out of his way to marry Laena, he basically duels and kills the man she is previously engaged to, to win her heart. When Laena is dying he ensures they fetch her a more competent Maester with more experience, and he doesn't shack up with Rhaenerya at his wife's funeral?? (They actual get married 6 months later) AHAHA. As well as this, they also travel across the sea together and honeymoon for years SO YEAH I don't understand why the show didn't dedicate time to Daemon X Laena, they were very much in love and it's sad to see they glossed over it.

The child fight where Aemond loses his eye:

This part pissed me off, as it made Aemond seem so much more, idk, EVIL. I know they wanted to set him up as a villain, and make no mistake HE IS a villain, but at this point in the book he is actually just a child, who wants a cool ass dragon?? And Vhagar just happens to be the baddest bitch of them all. (This is my interpretation of it of course) but always in history Targaryan who can tame a dragon, has right to become a rider. There's never been any sentiment in the book like 'nooo that dragon belongs to me' the dragon always goes to who ever is brave enough to ride it. And that's exactly what Aemond does. Laena's daughters ARE NOT EVEN THERE during the child fight, & Joff starts the fight tbh. Joff spots Aemond trying to ride Vhagar, he tells him to stay away (and like why... it's not his dragon either??? He rides Tyraxes), and Aemond flies off. BY THE TIME AEMOND lands, Joff has gathered his brothers Luke and Jace and THEY JUMP HIM

(like wtf???)

They pummel him with wooden swords appantly (Aemond IS older by the way but there's three of them and I THEY DID START IT) and then Aemond makes a joke about them being Strongs (lmao) then Jace and Aemond fight (Aemond IS whaling on Jace tbf) but then LUKE FUCKING PULLS OUT A REAL ASS DAGGER AND CUTS OUT AEMONDS EYE OUT??? I'm sorry but, they make Aemond out to be such a bad kid over this and I don't even know why?? He only gets super evil later if I'm perfectly honest with you.

Aegon does marry Heleana, and he allegedly fathers bastards

You know that scene where Alicent confronts him about him assaulting a maid? That doesn't happen in the book, but I can see why they added it, mainly because Aegon is also a villain yeah. Also seems like something Alicent would have covered up.

Now for what annoys me, The show made Alicent seem unaware.

Alicent is VERY much aware of the fight for the throne, and she is very much involved. She does not attempt to fix the relationship of her and Rhaenerya at all. She does not misinterpret Viserys last words (she isn't even there to hear them, he dies alone and a servant finds his body) she has been plotting to overthrow Rhaenerya for months. THE MOMENT Viserys dies, this bitch is ready to GO and I think it is very much her idea. The show doesn't seem to want her to have accountability at all. They make it seem like an innocent mistake she made but that's not the case. After that, her meeting the Council all happens and stuff so that part is true at least in the show, but make no mistake book Alicent is guilty <3

One kid, Daeron, just doesn't appear at all in the show?

I don't know why they don't even at least mention him (or maybe I missed it?) But Alicent and Viserys have a fourth son named Daeron and he is kind of a big deal later (more so in part 2 tbf but yeah I think their audience for Season 2 will get confused because of this).

BONUS: To prove I'm not a complete Aemond apologist:

HE DOES start the fight later when he sees Luke at Storm's End, and he does ask to have Luke's eye out in revenge <3 LMAO The show inteprets Aemond as not having control over Vhagar... but I don't agree with that. He controls that dragon perfectly well in every battle he's in LOL, so I think they should have shown Aemond killing Luke maybe not INTENTIONALLY but also like him taking it too far and purposefully killing Luke yeah. In fact in the book I think we can even interpret it as him pruposefully killing them (but also no one knows for sure what took place during that battle so it's kind of open). It is a really important scene though, as it's the first bloodshed and it's a child </3 I won't say what happens next though... as it might come up in Season 2 but Daemon and Rhaenerya get revenge for this.

EDIT: minor things:

- Rhaenys should have black hair, she has Baratheon blood.

- Viserys in the show is SO MUCH BETTER and way more fleshed out.

- Daemon isn’t actually confirmed to have killed his previous wife.

- the foot fetish doesn’t happen but honestly I liked that AHAHA it was funny

I PROBABLY MISSED STUFF BTW BUT THAT'S ALL I CAN RECALL

[bookishofalder]

Catfish & Sunshine

Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader Mini Series

Summary: Frankie is secretly in love with his best friend. Thanks in part to Benny’s shitty horror movie recommendation and stray ice cream, feelings come out unexpectedly during movie night. 

Warnings: Language, SMUT, little angst, lots of fluff, poor writer understanding of US military benefits/retirement. WC 8,215.

A/N: I dreamed this up after rewatching Triple Frontier about a month ago (for the plot, of course) and let it sit for a while. Became inspired to finish it off this week and share it with you all-so please let me know your thoughts!

For over a decade, Saturday nights were, for Frankie Morales, usually spent with his best friends over drinks at their favourite bar. When deployed, the bar was instead smuggled whiskey that they shared under the stars, an attempt to imagine they were anywhere other than the current hellhole. As Special Ops soldiers, Frankie and his buddies had been through the worst of the worst together, until one by one they retired or were forced to retire, and then they were back to regular appearances at the local bar, for a while the five of them, then four.

Until Frankie met you.

Had someone come up to him during one of those nights years before and told Frankie that one day he’d be bringing you along to the bar to join him and the guys, he’d have laughed in their faces. But for a while, that was exactly what occurred, until you and Frankie grew so close that you usually ended up making different plans, like going mini-golfing, or lounging at his apartment and watching movies. Not that you didn’t love the guys, all whom you’d met except for Santi as he had been off the grid for just over a year when you and Frankie had met.

It was thanks to the elder Miller brother, Will, that he had even met you at all. Working at the VA office, Will had learned of one of the few retirement perks they had for putting their asses on the line for their country-physical therapy. And you came highly recommended, a star PT who had worked magic over his friends' ailments. Knowing Frankie suffered from shoulder and neck pains, Will handed him your card and encouraged him to book an appointment.

He hadn’t called straight away. He’d popped your card onto his fridge and every day he’d pass by it, consider calling, and then talk himself out of it. Until the pain became too much to bear, his latest menial job just a little too physical for him, causing him to consider using again just to dull the ache. But he’d walked by your card moments later and instead of making a terrible decision he had promised himself he’d never make again, he called your office. Made an appointment with your friendly receptionist, who thankfully had his name already because Will had put in a good word for Frankie and asked that they try and get him in straight away, whenever he finally did call.

Two days later Frankie was standing nervously in the treatment room, looking at a wall decorated with your various degrees and certificates. He was anxious not only because he worried he’d get his hopes up that this would help the pain only to be disappointed, but also because he had no idea what to expect. Years of service as a pilot had made Frankie into a man who planned, meticulously, leaving little in the way of surprises. But he’d reasoned that calling the office back and demanding they give him a minute-by-minute account of what the appointment would be like was probably going too far.

And then you had walked in and immediately his worries morphed into concern over the fact that he required a beard trim, that he looked like he’d just rolled out of bed and popped his usual cap on, probably appearing a little gruff. And fuck, he almost couldn’t breathe when you gave him the most dazzling, genuine smile like you were greeting an old friend. You were bright, a rare energy radiating off of you as though you absorbed it straight from the fucking sun, and you were beautiful. No wonder Will had winked at Frankie when he’d handed you the business card.

You were observant, introducing yourself and seemingly sensing his overall discomfort. Instead of launching straight to business, you gestured for him to sit and spent a good twenty minutes casually chatting, pulling information you needed from him while putting him at ease entirely. He learned then that Will had already sung Frankie’s praises, given you the heads up that he was a worrier and even told a few stories that showcased his talents as a pilot.

If Frankie didn’t know any better, he’d think his friend was trying to play matchmaker.

All thoughts of Will Miller, and pretty much every other thing on the planet, vanished the moment you laid your expert hands on to Frankie. You zeroed in on the worst source of pain and slowly worked away, and he could only agree with Will that you had magic hands. He could have died happily right then, as you chatted away and brought him the most relief he’d felt in years. You would pause occasionally to check in with his pain levels and make sure he was doing alright, always asking him to look at you to answer and searching his face as he spoke to ensure he was telling the truth.

The care you gave Frankie in just one appointment was enough to start him falling. And he kept going back, multiple appointments a week that not only had him walking taller, feeling lighter on his feet and reducing his migraines to seldom, but also allowing him to get to know you better. You were the kind of sweet-natured person that cried when you saw a sad commercial, laughed freely to the lamest of jokes, and seemed to wake up on the right side of the bed every day. You were sunshine, literal, tangible sunshine, and Frankie thought you might not even realize it.

Though Frankie had convinced himself early on that a woman as beautiful and kind as you could never be interested in a grouch like him, with his crows' feet and a closet full of demons. The longer he knew you little seeds of hope would sprout whenever he made you laugh so hard you had to stop the treatment just to hold your stomach as you giggled. Or when you’d share something with him innocent enough but, upon reflection, he would think it wasn’t something a normal patient-provider relationship would find exchanged.

But there was the age difference, a decade between you both that, if nothing else worked, would successfully extinguish his hope. He had wondered if perhaps you were just a decent people person, that the friendship he felt was there was entirely one-sided.

Until one day, a few months into coming to you for treatment, Frankie sat waiting for you to come in the room only for you to appear looking entirely unlike yourself. He booked his appointments always for the end of the day, a routine that promised he would get plenty of uninterrupted time with you and the conversation could flow without a time constraint. He had been so surprised that you weren’t grinning as you stepped into the room that he stood abruptly, filling with concern.

When he asked, softly, if you were alright, you didn’t brush him off like he might have expected. You instead looked up at Frankie, your lower lip trembling as your eyes filled with tears, and sobbed unexpectedly. That sound had torn a hole right into his chest and he had pulled you straight into his arms and hugged you close before asking you to tell him what he could do to help.

You ended up explaining that you had come in that morning to the news that a regular patient of yours, an elderly man you’d known the entire time you’d been working for the VA office, had passed away in his sleep. And you’d apologized to Frankie while sniffling and wiping at the tears, telling him you’d held it in all day but couldn’t do that when your friend asked you, and he had been baffled to realize you were referring to him. As your friend.

He had cut off your apology to hug you close again, smoothing your hair gently as he whispered calming words and sentiments to you in Spanish. And though you didn’t speak the language, you had since told Frankie it had done exactly what he’d hoped and made you feel all the better. 

After his treatment that day, Frankie asked if he could take you for a drink to toast your friend's life. He waited for you to close up the office, and then you’d followed him in your car to drive over to his usual bar. And you both drank to the veteran who passed, then ended up ordering dinner and remaining at the bar until late, talking even more freely outside of the office. If Frankie didn’t already have it bad for you, that night sure sealed it for him.

After that, you and Frankie began texting regularly, sometimes even calling one another to share a funny story or talk about something in the news. He had joined you for your former clients funeral, his hand rubbing comforting circles into your back before he took you out for lunch, then you’d ended up at his place to watch a cheesy movie, ordering pizza when you both realized there was a sequel that, if it was as bad as the first, you absolutely needed to watch.

And just like that, Frankie saw his life altered completely when you became his best friend.  

Currently, Frankie was seated comfortably on his couch, where he frowned at the TV playing a horror movie that you had insisted was supposed to be good, because Benny had recommended it. Considering the younger Miller brother could barely sit still half the time, that was supposedly good enough for you. 

You were tucked into Frankie’s side, eyes fixed on the screen until a jump scare had you jerk, then twist your face to press into his chest, because you hated the gory bits.

“Fuck! How does this not scare you even a little, Frankie?” You whined, unknowingly causing Frankie to swell with pride when he heard the note of admiration in your voice. He had started to suspect that the reason movie nights were becoming exclusively scary movies was that you were determined to find one that actually frightened him.

So far, you’d had no luck. But Frankie didn’t mind, because though you were already a touchy person in general, you were especially clingy when you queued up the next horror flick as if you trusted him to keep you safe.

Frankie didn’t reply, his chest rumbling with silent laughter that made you teasingly poke his side. He jumped, because you knew exactly where to aim, then cleared his throat. The scene ended, and he began to extract himself from your grip. “My sweet tooth is calling, cariño. I’m going to get some ice cream.”

You let him go, your head popping up, a big grin on your face, “Can I have some too, please?” And he nodded, smiling at you before walking across the open concept apartment and into his kitchen.

He stretched his back before opening the freezer where he had some bars next to an off-limits pint of Ben and Jerry’s. You had put it there months ago, telling Frankie it was for days when you got together and one of you needed to cry over a bad date. You called it ‘emergency’ ice cream. Frankie considered it to be ‘fuck you’ ice cream, because every time he opened his damn freezer he saw that pint and ended up thinking about how neither of you had been on a date with anyone since becoming friends over a year before, then falling into the same circular argument with himself-that the friendship was too important for him to feel the way he did, that he was jumping to conclusions and maybe you had gone on a few good dates that you just didn’t tell him about, and he was out of his mind if he thought you would ever feel the same way.

“Here you go, Sunshine,” He plopped back down next to you and passed you your bar, watching as you beamed at him widely, the inevitable result of his use of the nickname he’d dubbed you with a long time ago.

He desperately hoped you never realized the amount of affection truly behind that nickname.

Because how could he even begin to explain that you were literally sunshine in his dark life?

“Thank you,” You pulled the wrapper off, glancing at the movie and frowning. “Uhg. Benny promised the one was good! I’m starting to think he only recommends movies if they have at least one pair of tits.” You took the first bite of your ice cream bar while Frankie nearly choked on his own.

Amused as he was whenever you joked about your shared friends, Frankie also loved it when you swore. You were a goofy, happy little thing most of the time and curse words just seemed so out of character for you, pulling laughter from Frankie any time you caught him by surprise. You spent your days around gruff veterans and never seemed to lose any light, no matter how many real horror stories you heard. So whenever you managed to sound so uncharacteristically blunt, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Benny has always been a tits man,” Frankie agreed, and you giggled. He tried to refocus on the movie then, but it hadn’t captured his interest in the least. After a moment, you spoke again and he had to work on not choking.

“What are you, Francisco?”

Your tone was playful, light; Frankie’s head jerked in surprise to gaze down at you and you wiggled your brows, going for laughs. You seemed completely unaware of the roaring in his ears, the visceral reaction your words brought forth within him. You and Frankie had shared intimate tidbits like that before with one another, often during nights at the bar with the Miller brothers. After a few drinks and usually, because his friends knew exactly how he felt about you and tried to steer the conversations into dangerous waters and watch Frankie try to save himself.

Only, Frankie’s friendship with you during the last few months had become...deeper. After the operation Santiago had brought Will, Benny, Tom and him in on, your relationship had evolved. Because that nightmare had reminded Frankie just how dark shit could get in the blink of an eye, and he’d had to do things he thought he was done with when he retired from service. Worse, because they were just civilians using Santi’s connections and intel to rob a drug lord.

And you had no idea what he’d gone through, how hard he’d fought just to get home to you because he couldn’t-wouldn’t-tell you. Yet you still patched him up, physically and emotionally, when he’d come home three weeks later than he’d promised. You held him as he cried and never became angry with him, never questioned him for answers as to why he’d come home with one less friend and a whole lot of mysterious trauma.

After that, Frankie realized he was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.

So a simple, flirtatious little question? Yeah, it really managed to fuck Frankie up.

His friends had sensed the change as well, noticed how you held Frankie up when he felt like he couldn’t stand, how you comforted them all when they got home and cried along with them over Tom, over Santi not coming home even though you’d only met him once, briefly. You held strong for him at Tom’s funeral, which prompted the Miller brothers to tell Frankie in no uncertain terms that he simply could not let you slip through his fingers. If that fucking mission had taught them anything, it was that life was too short and you might as well live it to the fullest.

But the thing was, Frankie depended on you. Your friendship was the one real, good, pure thing in his life. And you gave it so willingly and unquestionably even after what he put you through that there was no fucking way he was risking it by telling you how he felt.

Christ, you even had a spot in his bathroom for your own toiletries, a favourite pillow on his bed for the nights you stayed, a fucking hook for your coat that he installed just a little lower than the other because you were so much smaller than Frankie.

And still, he wouldn’t look at what that might mean because he was afraid, and as much as you seemed to think nothing scared him, the truth was that a gory horror movie, or losing his friend, or even fucking live combat could never come close to the fear he felt when he pictured life without you.

You were Frankie’s Sunshine, and he never wanted to be alone in the dark again.

Aware he was still gazing down at you, Frankie found himself entirely at a loss for words. You didn’t seem to mind, simply waiting for him to respond while taking small bites of your treat. His cock twitched at the combination of your words, the innocent way you gazed at him, because Frankie hadn’t touched himself in quite some time and it didn’t take much to drive him up the wall.

His life with you had become remarkably domestic, routine. You often stayed multiple nights in a row at his place, preferring his company over being alone, and the shorter distance to your office. His spacious condo had one large four-piece bathroom, which meant there had been a few times where one of you was in the shower and the other came in, desperate to use the toilet before their bladder could burst. The shower had a thickly frosted glass enclosure, which provided plenty of visual privacy from both sides, the only indication that someone was in the shower was a very faint tint. This was never an issue until it was.

Exactly sixty-two days prior (not that Frankie was necessarily keeping count of passing time since his last orgasm), you had burst into the bathroom one afternoon unexpectedly. Returning early from your jog because you needed to pee, while Frankie stood in the shower. He listened to you tell him about a cute dog you’d seen outside his building. The thing was, Frankie had expected you to be gone longer, and you were in the middle of a three-day visit that had left him needy and horny because he hadn’t had time alone and yet you walked around in his fucking clothes, slept next to him in his bed, and he needed release.

He was grateful the tinted glass prevented you from having any idea what he was doing on the other side. And he had been close already when you came in, one hand fisting over his cock while the other pressed into the tile wall, and guilt sprang up in the back of his mind because he had been thinking of you as he touched himself. And you were just feet away, unaware and fuck if that didn’t lead him to the edge.

But it was when you had sat down to pee and he heard you give a little moan of relief that Frankie lost it, giving in to the most powerful-yet silent-orgasm he had had in fucking years. Rope after rope of cum, his legs violently shaking, and he’d wondered if he would pass out it felt so good. Then you’d flushed and continued speaking, washing your hands before telling him you were going to put on a pot of coffee. And the guilt Frankie felt was so immense that he vowed right there he wasn’t going to touch himself again. He cared for and respected you too much to reduce you to his graphic thoughts without your consent.

Sixty-two days later and you were testing his limits unknowingly.

“I, uh, I’m not sure,” He replied, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You frowned a little, kitten licking the ice cream absentmindedly. Frankie almost groaned, wondering if you were trying to kill him. “I guess, it depends on the person.” He was never, ever going to admit he was a you man, that your ass, your perfect tits, your pretty little mouth were everything he could dream and more.

He tried to shrug casually, as if indifferent.

“I guess it’s a funny question,” You said after a moment, laughing a little, “I mean, no one asks a straight woman if she’s an ass or cock girl!”  

Frankie took a too-large bite of his treat, the cold painful and giving him instant brain freeze but it was just the distraction he needed because seeing your plump lips wrap around the word ‘cock’ might just kill him. He coughed attempting to laugh at your joke despite the brain freeze, and you leaned closer in concern.

“Sorry, are you-ah, shit!” A piece of your ice cream bar, which you’d moved to hold higher as you were checking on Frankie, fell off and landed on your chest, instantly staining the pale pink t-shirt. You hopped up with a noise of discontent, catching the fallen glob and hurrying into the kitchen to toss it in the sink. “Damn it!”

Frankie reached out and paused the movie, standing up and intending to follow you. He took two steps, adjusting his cap as he moved, and then looked up to where you stood at the sink, running your shirt under the faucet. Freezing, he took it the sight of you standing in his kitchen, your shirt removed to run under the water, leaving you wearing yoga pants and a simple white bra. For a moment, he just shut down and stared at you dumbfounded, before internal alarms started sounding and Frankie’s eyes were sweeping over your curves, his eyes zeroing in on the lack of support your bra had, your breasts perky and full and fuck, he had to look away.

He looked up at his ceiling at cleared his throat “You uh, want me to grab you a shirt?” His voice came out much deeper than he was expecting. He hoped you didn’t notice, though with only being able to see your profile even if he did dare to look at you, he’d never be able to tell.

“Can I borrow your big sweater, please?” You asked him, and Frankie nodded as he hurried away, down the hall to grab the sweater he knew you meant from his room. He would have laughed at your suggestion it was his sweater when he barely got to wear it himself anymore, but he was trying to remember how to breathe.

Once out of sight in his bedroom, Frankie took a few steadying breaths before grabbing the sweater off the end of his bed. He was going to subject himself to a cold shower after he handed this to you because you were staying the night again and he could not climb into a bed with you this worked up.

One of the reasons that you and Frankie just worked as friends were your opposite ways of navigating life. Where Frankie was a detailed, meticulous planner, you flitted from idea to idea spontaneously until something landed right, and you seemed to enjoy pulling him along with you as you followed those random whims. And he let you pull him because he trusted you so completely. Even if he would still make a new plan in the back of his mind, it still felt like he was taking chances he never would have without you leading the way.

Planning was Frankie’s way of keeping control. Of keeping himself, his squadmates, his loved ones, safe and secure. After Columbia, where every bit of the plan had gone completely to shit, he’d needed to let you lead more often just so he could feel grounded because he didn’t trust himself any longer. And you had been happy to lead, to test his limits by pushing aside any planning he attempted and pull him from his comfort zone. You had taught him how to grapple with his instincts and his desires, giving him real-world methods to cope, including breathing as he was now.

So focused as he was on his breathing, Frankie hadn’t noticed you had joined him in his room, standing just inside the doorway. If he had heard you, he wouldn’t have spun around abruptly and take two long strides before realizing how close you were, nearly knocking you over as he did. He dropped the sweater when he reached out with both hands to grab your upper arms and steady you, and then he met your gaze.

Frankie couldn’t say whether it was the heat of his hands on you so unexpectedly, or the way you each shivered at the electricity that seemed to pulse from him to you. Maybe it was everything combined, years of friendship, longing and pining and then almost dying in the middle of the jungle only to come home and have you climb into his lap and sob in relief that he was home, and a million other moments in between.

But when Frankie met your eyes there in the doorway of his bedroom, he knew his expression was giving him away completely.

You were looking at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly open in surprise, whatever words you were going to say long since lost. And then he saw it, was looking right at you when your expression shifted, no longer the innocent, playful woman but instead, one who was suffering just as much as he was, longing and love and this hunger on your face he’d never seen before.

Without hesitating, without thinking or planning his next move, Frankie tugged you against him and leaned down to slot his lips over yours, taken aback when he saw you close your eyes and stretch your neck up to meet him. When your soft lips connected to his, Frankie trembled and groaned, loving the feel of your body pressed against him, the way you smelled like something tropical, how even with your perfect curves you were so small compared to him. Kissing you was everything he’d dreamed and more.

He wanted to deepen the kiss, taste you, but even as he thought it his mind jumped ten steps ahead and imagined you on his bed and he had to stop himself from getting carried away. With great effort he pulled back, first breaking the kiss and then taking several steps away, panting heavily.

“Frankie?” You were out of breath, confused, and deliciously flushed. He could see your nipples tightened against the thin fabric of your bra, goosebumps along your skin. Just the knowledge that he’d had that kind of effect on you was enough to make him want to cum in his pants right there.

“Cariño, I can’t, I’m sorry,” It was physically painful now, his hard length straining against his jeans, but he was more concerned about you, and how afraid he was to lose you. “I-I’ve wanted to do that but you gotta know, I love you. I’m in love with you.” He couldn’t meet your eyes, instead choosing to look at his feet and rubbing his hands over his face.

You approached him again, just as quietly, taking him by surprise when you spoke from just inches away. “Frankie, look at me,” It was an order, a tone you rarely used but that always worked on grounding him, and he realized you understood he was struggling right now not to break down, terrified he’d fucked up the best thing in his life in a moment of weakness. He reluctantly met your gaze, swallowing thickly as he did.

“I need you to hear me right now, okay? Tell me.”

“I’m listening,” He confirmed, heart about ready to beat out of his chest, “I can hear you.”

“Good,” And you closed the gap between your body and his, pressing your hands into his shoulders. Frankie caught his breath. “I want you to do that again, and I don’t want you to stop. Please, kiss me again, Frankie, because I love you too and I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life than I want you-“

Frankie cut you off, a growl ripping from his chest before he gathered you roughly into his arms and kissed you again, this time quickly swiping his tongue across your lips for permission to enter, and you gladly parted them for him, moaning when his tongue licked into your hot mouth. He slid one hand to the back of your head, his fingers weaving into your hair carefully before he pressed your face to his, needy to taste you more, to get drunk on you. Fuck, you were perfect.

When you whimpered against him, the sound almost lost in his mouth, Frankie moved, walking you back until you hit the wall and crowding you there. He ran his free hand across the bare skin of your side, heat coursing through his veins when you shuddered at his touch, keening for him. He hadn’t realized he was rolling his hips against you, his erection pressed into your stomach until one of your small hands somehow slipped between your bodies and ghosted over the front of his jeans curiously.

“Fuck,” He broke the kiss, this time simply to lower his head and kiss along your jaw, down your neck, “Sunshine, I fucking love you, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, sweet girl.” He licked the column of your throat as he moved to the other side of your face before biting gently. The sound that tore from you was so filthy he groaned again, dropping both hands to grasp your forearms.

“Frankie, fuck, don’t stop,” You were tugging at his shirt, and despite your request, he had to move back slightly to pull it over his head, his bare chest revealed to you and even though you’d seen him shirtless before, the intimacy of this time, of finally being with you after so long, made him self conscious. If you saw anything you didn’t like, you didn’t show it. Instead, you bit your lip as your hands tentatively roamed across his chest, trailing over his stomach lightly enough that he shivered. When you spoke next, you yet again took Frankie completely by surprise, your brows furrowing as your expression became more than just hungry, “Mine.”

You whispered it, but to Frankie, it was like you’d just announced it to the entire world. The possessive edge wasn’t lost on him, no, it shot straight to his core and snapped the final cords of his restraint.

“I should...I need a minute, Sunshine,” Frankie pressed his hands into the wall on either side of you, “I haven’t done anything in a long time, haven’t even cum, I don’t think I can be as sweet to you as I want to be.”

Your lust-blown eyes met his, “Why haven’t you cum?” He could hear trouble in your voice now, the not so careful way you spoke pulling dangerous images in his mind as he stared down at you, his jaw tense. When Frankie made no reply, you pressed your pointer finger to the middle of his chest, your eyes never leaving his as you slowly, lightly, moved it downward, trailing his dark hair. “Is it because you think of me? Are you that amazing that you won’t even let yourself cum because you think it’s wrong to think about me like that?”

A strangled noise was all he could respond with, his hands pressing desperately into the wall. You knew him too well, understood exactly what he’d meant without having to ask. And then you kept talking, and honestly, Frankie was floored at how dirty you suddenly were for him.

“I have to admit, you’re better than me, Frankie,” That finger trailed so slowly, closing in on his belly button now, “I’m not good like you, I think about you all the time. Especially when I touch myself, usually after I’ve spent a ton of time with you and I can’t fucking wait for a second longer. Wanna know what I picture?”

His voice was husky, a warning if ever there was one, “What did you picture, sweet girl?”

You moaned, your finger now closing in on the waist of his jeans, “You, bending me over the couch, that one is a favourite. Or waking you up with a blowjob, swallowing everything you’ve got because I know you taste delicious,” You unbuttoned his jeans now, sliding the zipper down with care, “But I think the winner, the one that always makes me scream your name, is thinking about riding you, Frankie. Climbing in your lap and just-“

Fuck, fuck he couldn’t hold back. He’d told you he couldn’t and yet you wouldn’t shut up and all thoughts of making love to you gently were out the fucking window, Frankie instead growled deeply and grabbed you by the arms, all but throwing you on the bed. You were smirking up at him, your eyes dark with lust and shining with triumph.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you wanna scream my name?” He removed his pants and briefs in one motion, his cock spring up, hard and leaking precum and you licked your lips, giving a little whimper at the sight of him. Frankie grasped himself, pumping his hand a few times as he stood over you, “Like what you see?”

“Jesus, Frankie-you need a new nickname,” You said, eyes glued to his cock, “Catfish makes no sense when you’re walking around with that fucking bat-wait!” He froze in the middle of removing his ball cap, looking at you with concern to see you bite your lip a little shyly, “Keep it on. The hat.”

Warmth spread through him at your request and Frankie replaced the hat on his head, then dropped to his knees next to the bed, his hands running up your thighs as you writhed. At your waist, he grasped the tops of your yoga pants and tugged them down, enjoying the way your body arched when you lifted your hips to help him. The only item of clothing either of you wore now was you in your bra, and fuck were you a sight.

Frankie gazed up at you from the floor in awe, his eyes roving over you hungrily as you watched him, propped up on your elbows. He started kissing up your thighs then, pushing your legs apart and spreading you, his hands kneading your flesh. “Sweet girl, you have such a pretty pussy, better than I imagined.” He moaned, biting into the soft flesh of your inner leg and drawing a whimper from you, “I can fucking smell you already, so wet and ready for me, fuck.”

“Oh god Frankie, please, touch me. I can’t wait anymore, I need you!”

“Told you,” Frankie climbed over top of you, his legs on either side of your body as he reached down and dragged you further onto the bed, his show of strength making you whimper, “It’s been a while. And you walk around here wearing my fucking clothes all the time. You don’t know what you do to me, Sunshine.” He grunted as he repositioned himself between your legs, his hands grasping the backs of them to haul your body against his, his cock pressed painfully against your thigh, “Gonna fuck you, sweet girl.” And with one careful, quick motion he thrust forward and each of you cried out at the pleasure of Frankie filling you.

“Frankie! Oh!” Your legs wrapped around him instantly, urging him as deep as possible as he split you open so deliciously. Once he was fully seated within you, Frankie dropped forward, propping himself on one arm, and cupped your face with his free hand. He looked into your eyes as he started a fast, hard pace, thrusting deep and reeling over how wet you were for him, how perfectly your velvet folds wrapped around him.

“Fuck, cariño, you’re fucking tight,” He grunted, kissing you sloppily as you threw your arms around him, hugging him close, “So tight for me, so perfect making those pretty noises, fuck.” Frankie groaned when you clenched around him as he spoke, “You like it when I tell you how perfect you are?”

“Ye-yeah Frankie, I love it. Oh, fuck!”

You were trembling now, squeezing him each time he whispered in your ear. Frankie kept up a string of praises and filthy words, taking note of the ones that had you gripping him extra hard.

He’d always had a casual enjoyment of dirty talk, nothing over the top, easy enough to shut off if it wasn’t enjoyed by the other person. But something about talking like this to you had his balls tightening that much faster, his thrusts becoming brutal.

Still murmuring in your ear, Frankie lowered his hand to your clit, experimentally rubbing, circling and pinching it to see what you liked. He was going to cum soon, and he’d be damned if you didn’t cum too. Though, as Frankie settled on circling you, both feeling and hearing how this was definitely how you liked it, his worries quickly dissipated when your hips were suddenly bucking up to meet his and you were screaming his name.

“That’s it, let go for me sweet girl,” Frankie’s thrusts were becoming increasingly sloppy as he neared the edge, “Are you-fuck, where should I?” He couldn’t even form a sentence now, he was so close and you were squeezing around him so perfectly as you closed in on your orgasm.

You understood though, your eyes meeting his as you pulled yourself together enough to reply, “Frankie, cum inside me please, please fill me up, pleasepleaseplease-“

“Fuck! H-here you go, perfect little thing!” He roared, dropping his weight over your and growling as he spilled inside you, as you bucked and writhed beneath him and screamed out, toppling over the edge and into oblivion with him. He heard himself cursing in Spanish as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his entire life, his hips slowing to continue to draw it out, still more cum filling you and you were a wreck under him, shivering and moaning.

“Yes, Frankie, yes.” You whimpered, your hands sliding into his hair-knocking his cap off-and tugging at his curls.

It took several minutes to recover, though Frankie had enough awareness to shift his weight so that you could breathe properly. Still hard inside you, he began to kiss you all over, peppering your face and neck before biting a few more marks into your neck, his tongue laving out to soothe. He enjoyed the way you whimpered when overstimulated, twitching when he pinched your nipple over your bra, squeaking his name when he pressed himself as deep inside you as he could one last time before pulling out.

Frankie collapsed on the bed next to you, then quickly tugged you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. His fear began to bubble back up now that the haze of passion was clearing, and he was starting to question every single moment that had occurred since you'd asked him if he was a tits man or an ass man.

What had he done? Was he going to lose you after this? Lose his entire reason for living for one amazing orgasm?

But it was like you could reach his mind, as only a few minutes had passed and then, with a little groan, you pulled yourself up so that you were on your elbow, looking down at Frankie. You took one look at his face and frowned, “That was quicker than I thought.”

Frankie stared at you, “What was?”

“I guessed it would take more than two minutes for you to start regretting this.”

Sighing, he pulled himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. You followed, but crossed your legs and shuffled next to him. “I meant what I said, I love you,” Frankie explained, rubbing a hand over his face, “I love you so much, so fucking much it hurts. But the idea of messing this up is terrifying me, Sunshine. I don’t think I could lose you, I think it would kill me.”

“Frankie,” You crawled over him, straddling his hips and settling into his lap. You cupped his face firmly, looking into his eyes. Your expression was open, warm and vulnerable and a little incredulous, “You aren’t going to lose me, not ever. I want this-I want you, and everything you come with, okay?”

Though his heart was soaring, Frankie still worried, shaking his head, “I come with a lot of dark baggage, sweet girl. Not to mention the age difference.”

“Jesus, Frankie, do you really think I don’t know what I’m saying when I tell you I’m all in?” You asked him, not waiting for an answer before continuing. “I love you. Can I tell you when I knew?”

Frankie peered at you, his hands coming to hold your waist as he nodded.

“The boys trip.” You stated, using the term each of you agreed upon when referencing his three-week disappearance to Columbia. “When you first left, I knew something was off but I trust you, so I didn’t question it. But then after a few days, with no word from you, I started to really worry,” You paused, momentarily lost in thought, eyes dark now with the painful memory of his absence and the little information you’d come to learn about it since. “Did I ever tell you I booked a ticket to Columbia?”

This caught Frankie off guard because you most certainly had not told him that, “What, are you serious?”

“Yep. Booked it for the day after you ended up calling me. I don’t know what I was planning to do, but I knew you were there and, even if you were dead, I needed to be as well.” You stroked your thumbs over his cheeks, “After you called, and I knew you were alive and coming home, I realized that the way you said it meant you almost didn’t make it home, and I knew you weren’t saying something. I hung up and sat in my room for a minute and it occurred to me that you could have died and I would have never seen you again. That was when I knew it wasn’t just a crush.”

Heavy emotion filled his chest, rendering him unable to immediately respond. Frankie gathered you close and stood, clutching you against him and carrying you into the bathroom. He set you on the toilet before turning to his massive soaker tub and switching it on, fully intending on spending the rest of the night in there with you. When he turned around, you were carefully tidying yourself up. With a grunt, he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water before kneeling in front of you and taking over.

“Why didn’t you say anything? After I came home, I mean.” His tone was light, as he didn’t mean to come across as accusing you of anything-it’s not like he had said anything to you. Good-natured as you were, you simply smiled at him, a little sadly.

“Too afraid, right at first,” You admitted, your eyes fluttering shut as he took care of you with the warm washcloth, “But when you came home you were a fucking wreck, Frankie. You lost your friend, Santi didn’t come back with you either, and Will and Benny had the same expression on their faces whenever I saw them. You saw some shit, did some shit, I don’t know and I’ll be real here, I don’t need you to ever feel like you should tell me what exactly happened. But after the first day you were back, I could see how much it changed you and I thought it would be selfish to tell you how I felt and add more emotional bullshit onto your plate.”

Frankie continued to kneel in front of you after tossing the washcloth into his laundry hamper. For a moment, the only sound in the room that of the tub filling. He stared into your eyes, seeing only how truthful you were being, how incredibly kind. He had never realized how completely he could love someone until he met you.

“I thought about you the entire time I was gone.” He admitted before carefully standing and checking the temperature of the water. He added a bath salt mixture that you’d bought a while ago, claiming it was a gift when really you were the one to use them, locking yourself away for hours to soak because you didn’t have a tub at your place. He shut the water off and held his arms out for you, which you eagerly stepped into and allowed him to guide you both into the water.

Once settled, your back against his chest, you replied. “Your face when you came home, I’ll never forget your expression.” His legs were on either side of you, and you began to lazily trace along his right thigh as both of you fell into your painful memories of his ill-fated trip.

Frankie sighed sadly, “I’m sorry I ever left, Sunshine. I never should have left you,” He tightened his grip around your waist under the water, one hand spread flat across your stomach, “It was just...fuck, everything went bad straight from the start. We had a moment of luck and then it was like nothing could go right. And I don’t know, I’m fucking gutted that Tom is gone, but it’s worse that Santiago won’t come home. He’s like my brother, and he blames himself for everything.”

Frankie knew you had no idea what he meant. You knew he and the guys were former special ops that served together, but when Santi had asked him to go to Columbia Frankie had only told you the basics-the country, who he would be with, that he might not have a lot of chances to call, and that it would be about a week. Santi had picked him up and you had been there to see him off that morning, and his friend had casually referenced a ‘boys trip’ while speaking with you as Frankie loaded his shit in the back.

Of course, you weren’t stupid. You worked with the VA, met a lot of former service members who ended up contracting out their skills after retiring or leaving due to injuries or lifestyle changes. And you knew Frankie, understood him like no one ever had before, which is why as he gave you further details you didn’t flinch or freeze up, you simply listened. When Frankie had gone quiet for a while, you eventually turned to gaze up at him over your shoulder, your cheek on his chest.

“From what I could tell,” You began slowly, your words cautious, “Whatever you did, what happened, you all put it aside to get Tom’s body home to his family. And considering the type of work Santi was doing out there for three years before he came here to ask you guys to join him, I figure you all must have almost died a few times each, probably took out some terrible men along the way.”

Frankie had to bite back his sob, turning his face away from you to stare, ashamed and remorseful at the wall. You reacted quickly, pulling yourself up and turning over, your naked body pressing over his as you grabbed Frankie’s head and gently turned him to look at you. “Baby,” You cooed, your eyes shining with concern, “Don’t do that, don’t hide from me.”

That was all it took. Frankie let the sob out and the relief of it was instantaneous, so much so that he let out another, then another, all while you held him and murmured soft, sweet words and pressing chaste kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, along his jaw. It didn’t last long, he’d cried so many times over everything that had gone down, but this was the first time you had revealed you sort of had an idea of what they had been up to, and you were still supporting him and loving him and it was all very overwhelming.

A short time later, Frankie wiped his eyes and shot you a grateful look, hoping you could sense how much he appreciated you. You settled into the water again, knees pulled to your chest as you faced him and trailed your hands comfortingly up and down his chest. “Sunshine,” He whispered, catching one hand and holding it against his heart, “I love you, thank you for being so fucking incredible.”

He tugged you closer, joining you in laughing when a little water sloshed up over the edge of the tub as you landed against him. You snuggled close and kissed him, your fingers carding into his curls and holding him steady. When Frankie took you to bed that night, there were no pillows between your bodies, not a shred of clothing separating you. He held you close, falling asleep faster than he had in years.

And for the first time in Frankie’s life, he felt whole and complete, like nothing could ever bring him into darkness again, not when he had you, literal sunshine, lighting his existence.

PART TWO

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A/N: I apologize for all the profanity in this part ahead of time. I think I’m going to do M/W/Sat updates, as long as my writing permits, and then maybe Wed/Sat updates. I got the day off because it snowed so I thought I would post this since it’s ready haha

* Well you’re royally f*cked

* There’s a big stupid smile curled on your face, and every time you try to hide it, it just comes back wider

* You really shouldn’t be happy right now

* “What has you in such a good mood?” Edward’s got a matching smile of his own.

* Oh shit. It’s fine, you’ll just play dumb.

* “How do you know I’m happy?” How about the dumb grin you’ve got on your face you stupid b*tch.

* You would have smacked your own forehead if you weren’t aware Edward was watching your every move

* You’re lucky Edward’s nice and he doesn’t call you out on it

* “Whenever you’re happy it kind of radiates off of you,” his voice lowers “you know because of your powers”

* Ah, you didn’t know you did that

* “So what do you think about the new girl?” You blurt it out like it’s an intrusive thought

* F*ck. Just-okay just play it cool. Play it cool.

* F********ckkkkk what’s wrong with you.

* Is being happy making you act like a moron?

* He shrugs

* “Just another human, I kind of wish everyone would shut up about it though. Having to hear people talk about her and think about her is getting annoying. It’s like being in a tunnel with one too many echoes.”

* Ah, so he hasn’t noticed yet.

* “I wonder what she’s thinking about.”

* Edward just shrugs again.

* What the f*ck Edward take a hint!

* “Edward?”

* “Yes dear?” He has the nerve to grin after using that pet name. The criminal is teasing you. Some best friend.

* And still it makes you outrageously happy

* You have to force your smile into a straight line

* “What’s the new girl thinking?”

* He looks over to her, Tyler and Mike are fighting for her attention, both of them a moment away from tugging on each arm and shouting “mine!”

* You see him search, you’ve heard enough about his powers to know right now it’s like mall food court level of chatter for him, but in a few seconds he’ll focus on her and realize he can’t hear her thoughts.

* Knowing how prideful he is though, he’ll probably deny it.

* “I don’t know I can’t read her mind” he says bluntly. “Do you think the school music teacher would teach me how to play violin if I asked?”

* “What?!?”

* “I know it’s kind of inconsiderate to ask but-“ you click your tongue

* “No not that!” You gesture towards Bella “you can’t read her mind?!? Isn’t that kind of a big deal?”

* His eyebrows thread together

* “I can’t read your mind either”

* Yes but you’re from a completely different world, in a body that radiates despair (and apparently joy now). You’re basically like some type of eldritch being from another dimension. 

* Edward doesn’t see it that though

* “Honestly it’s a relief, one less mind I have to tune out.” He walks ahead of you as you stay motionless in the middle of the hallway

* What the f*ck is happening?

* “Are you coming? We’re going to be late for Biology if you keep lagging behind like that.”

* How could you forget? The whole story starts because Edward is super into Bella’s blood! He fantasizes killing her for like- the entire class period.

* You were worried for nothing, just because they didn’t have the cafeteria moment isn’t that big of a deal

* The thought makes you both relieved and a little sad

* Still it’s for the best, this is the way things are supposed to be

* And who knows, if you have to leave maybe you can poach Rosalie and Emmett to leave with you

* And maybe Jasper, he won’t like having a human around the house all the time

* “Mr. Cullen, Ms. Eleazar” Mr. Banner hands you each a worksheet.

* Oh right the onion cell worksheet. Ah right the mitosis crap. Well hopefully Mike remembers enough that you both can hobble through

* “New year means new seating arrangement!” He tells you both excitedly. The seating arrangements on the projector.

* “Why am I next to Edward isn’t the seating arrangement supposed to be alphabetical?”

* “I decided to go by grade this time, you should be happy! Aren’t you two...friends?” You can tell your teacher is confused by the nature of your relationship, almost as much as you are. 

* “Super happy Teach.” You mumble taking your seat next to Edward who’s grinning like an idiot

* “You can’t say he’s picking favorites when it’s merit based.” He grins and you roll your eyes

* Angela’s sitting next to Ben Cheney, they seem to be discussing the trigonometry homework, and how it’s basically impossible

* Oh right, he’s supposed to be her boyfriend this year. 

* Personally you think Angela could do way better. But love is blind, you’ll ship it if you have to. 

* And right on cue Mike walks in, Bella following close behind. He takes his seat on the table behind you while Bella talks to Mr. Barnes

* “Why didn’t you guys sit with us at lunch today?” Mike is practically leaned over the entire width of the table.

* Before you can say anything Edward snorts

* “Because (Y/N) was getting lectured for staying out all night again”

* Mike looks like his eyes might pop out of his head

* “W-what? Out all night?! Without inviting me!” You roll your eyes.

* “He’s making it more dramatic, I went out for a run early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and everyone was freaking out because they thought I got kidnapped.”

* Like any vampire or human stood a chance against you and your violent mood swings

* Mike’s so caught up in lecturing you about how you need to be more careful

* “There’s a lot of weirdos out there!” Yeah you live with them

* That he doesn’t even notice Bella’s taken a seat next to him

* Now that you get a better look at her, she is kinda pretty. She’s the kind of person who probably always looks good in photographs, no matter what the angle. Nice cheekbones and big brown eyes. Modest on boobs and butt, but she’s skinny so it works for her.

* “Hey, you’re Bella right?” You give her your friendliest smile, and you don’t miss the light blush that blooms on her face.

* You’re not sure whether it’s from your beauty or because she’s just not used to so much attention. She just nods.

* “Have you already seen the three whole things there are to do in Town on a Friday night?”

* Bella actually laughs at that. She’s got dimples, and little wrinkles that show up at the corner of her eyes. It’s cute.

* “One of those things is going to the library, so really it’s only two things.”

* She giggles again.

* “Is the other one going over to your house to play monopoly?” Mike asks, a grin arching onto his face

* “No my house is out of town, the other thing is to go to the school football game”

* “I’m not really a big fan of football” Bella hesitantly says, and Mike and Edward laugh

* “Yeah no one here does, everyone goes for the half time show, or just to hang out.” 

* You’re pretty sure your entire friend group only goes to the games to see your cheer routine, especially this year since you’re captain now. The first junior captain in a long time apparently. The news actually made the local newspaper.

* Everything is going good, and you’re starting to think maybe you and Bella might be friends.

* “Why don’t we have a board game night at our house again? Last time was-“

* You stop sentence, you were having so much fun you almost forgot why Edward was so obsessed with Bella.

* The slight breeze from the air conditioning brings her scent to you.

* You cover your mouth and nose with your hand

* Her scent is REVOLTING

* “(Y/N), are you okay?” Mike asks

* You vaguely feel Edward’s hand on your shoulder, has he not caught her scent yet?

* It’s pretty hard to miss

* Like gym socks, with a overly sweet base, it’s like-

* Your head snaps up, and your hand clamps over your mouth and nose even harder, but not because the scent is revolting

* She smells like cheese, perfectly aged Gorgonzola cheese, or maybe Brie?

* You smell the sweeter undercurrent stronger now, it’s like warm juicy peaches

* Roasted peach salad tossed with Gorgonzola and olive oil

* How many times have you dreamed about eating that while basking in the warm sunlight

* “I knew you shouldn’t have eaten those leftovers at lunch,” Edward says, but you know it’s performative, thank god he’s still got some sense after smelling her.

* “Mr.Banner, I think (Y/N) ate something bad, is it alright if I help them to the nurses office?”

* “Yes and hurry!” He’s practically shooing you out as Edward pulls you by the arm

* Nooooo, you wanna smell her moreeee

* You have the sense to not wine and keep your mouth covered.

* Edward doesn’t take you to the nurse, you both don’t stop walking until you’re at the parking lot

* “What the hell was that?” He asks, it’s the first time he’s seemed even remotely angry with you

* He seems more confused then angry though, you’re so shocked you actually sit down on the curb.

* And after a moment of hesitance Edward sits beside you, placing his hand over your own

* “She smells good Edward, like really good.”

* Edward laughs

* “Yeah I gathered that” he shakes his head. “I thought you were supposed to be a picky eater”

* “I aaaaamm” you moan, your head is cradled in your left hand. “She’s like one in a million”

* “You’re one in a million” you lift your head to see Edward looking at you with that stupid sh*t eating grin.

* “Really Edward my life is falling apart because I want to eat someone, and you think the appropriate response is to flirt?”

* To be fair, he’s always flirting, it’s basically apart of his personality at this point

* “You’re being melodramatic.” He chuckles and throws an arm over your shoulder. “Worst case scenario you kill her, Carlisle doles out his funeral punishment-don’t ask, and then we have to start over as freshman again somewhere else.”

* You groan, you finally worked your way up to a junior, you were just starting to get used to this crappy town, you don’t wanna start all over again in a new one

* “What’s the best case scenario?”

* Edward thinks hard for a minute.

* “Best case scenario...the music teacher agrees to teach me how to play the violin and I impress you with my magnificent playing.” You smack him on the arm.

* “Not the best case scenario for you!” You know he’s doing it on purpose. He just wants to make you laugh

* It works, you do laugh. How much more absurd could this situation get?

* “Everything’s going to be fine, if Jasper can handle having to smell 300 students he thinks smell good, you can handle 1.” 

* He’s got a point

* “Wait-didn’t she smell good to you?” Wasn’t that like, the whole d*mn point?

* His eyebrows thread together and he shrugs

* “Um, she smelled alright, no better or worse than the others. I’m not sure what you smelled-“

* What you smelled? The rich but refreshing flavor profile is sublime

* The f*cking heathen doesn’t even know what he’s missing

* “But to me she smelled like peaches”

* Well he kinda knows what he’s missing

* “She’s definitely anemic though, there’s a sever lack of iron in her scent” ah that must be that cheesy smell you’re getting

* Well ain’t this ironic. The girl who’s going to steal your best friend is only getting noticed because of you.

* “I don’t know, personally I prefer Henrietta the 3rds blood, but that’s just me” he’s lying, your blood is good and all, but it’s definitely still not on par with a humans blood

* He’s just trying to make you feel better.

* He rubs your shoulder, before patting it and moving to stand up.

* “Now come on, we have to make you eat some human food so you can throw up in front of the nurse and she lets us leave school early”

* You roll your eyes, anything to leave school early huh?

* “Yeah all right, lead the way Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding”

* “Why do you always say that? I don’t brood that much anymore!”

* “You know how some people have resting b*tch face? You have resting brood face.”

* “Says the person who literally radiates despair” you shove him as you both walk towards the vending machine

* You take a deep breath as you watch Edward fumble with the vending machine

* The dork literally sticks a credit card up to the glass and demands the machine give him chips. 

* (Y/N/N) why isn’t this working? Am I supposed to insert my card through this slot?” 

* You laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s not doing this on purpose.

* “You’re supposed to use cash Edward.”

* You watch as he fumbles with his wallet muttering:

* “Do you think it’ll take a twenty dollar bill?”

* You watch in amusement as Edward tries - and fails- to use a twenty dollar bill, and then proceed to use obscure profanities to curse “this vile wretch of human technological advancement” 

* You feel a sigh of relief escape you.

* Yeah, everything is going to be fine. 

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