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jirsungs · 2 days ago

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she has no idea | no idea drabble

word count: 1k words

pairing: unistudent!donghyuck x f!reader

synopsis: you became a part of donghyuck's life from the moment he noticed you at freshman orientation, even though he didn't become a major influence on yours until junior year. alternatively, the day donghyuck gained a crush on you before you even took notice of him. (set in & a reference from the no idea universe, but can be read as a standalone!)

warnings: very small usage of explicit language, mention of jaehyun as y/n's older cousin & johnny as hyuck's adviser (both who have already graduated in the no idea timeline 💔), kinda secret admirer!donghyuck, this is basically context to donghyuck's crush on you

a/n: it has been months! hello! today, i listened to the "no idea" playlist, which i use for inspiration after months of never touching it, and this somehow sprouted out in my head. hopefully, this'll get me back into the groove of posting on here again, but if not, i hope you shower this drabble with love 🩷 feedback is always appreciated! happy reading <3

SNU's freshman orientation. The school of Donghyuck's dreams. Since middle school, his mother has always determined where he will spend the following four years of his life, pursuing a degree in something he wasn’t fully passionate about. She particularly told him that learning computer science would help him (or more specifically, them) in the long term and that he would be "qualified" for a computer job at their family company, following "his father's footsteps."

Yeah... He wouldn't use the term excitement to describe his current feelings.

Well.

Until he saw you, that is.

"Johnny, who's that?" Donghyuck asks his new friend and senior adviser, who was supposed to show him around, but ended up putting them both in the middle of the campus, where a variety of clubs were showcasing their events.

The said man notices you handing out club fliers once he crouches down a little to follow Donghyuck's gaze. "Oh, her? That's Y/N!"

"She's gorgeous."

Simply said, when Donghyuck saw you, it felt like getting struck by an explosion of flowers and a blow to the heart. It didn't feel like him, and it was overly theatrical and unrealistic. Your hair in a ponytail with a few strands falling to the side swung in the summer breeze, and your basic ensemble of a white tube top and baggy jeans somehow complemented your physique flawlessly. To him, the entire situation seemed to have originated from one of those corny mangas he consumed, but he felt strange for staring at you for so long. Surprisingly, he was the protagonist, who just fell in love with his love interest instantly.

But before he had an opportunity to think about his pleasant thoughts, he heard an irksome remark next to him.

"And way out of your league." The voice of Johnny interrupts.

Upon hearing his senior's remarks, he ultimately turns his eyes away from you and glares at the former while shoving his shoulder. "Dickface. Then, how do you know her?"

"Everyone knows her." Johnny gives a casual chirp. "She's the younger cousin of a popular guy in my year, Jaehyun, which probably helped her gain a popularity boost. Not only that, she also took part in a lot of summertime activities."

Donghyuck declares in complete amazement, "Wow." This results in him looking over and admiring you once more.

A smirk emerges on Johnny's face as he replies, "Wanna go say hi, Romero?" to the obviously preoccupied younger man.

Donghyuck's ears pick up the utterly astounding idea almost immediately. What blasphemy. He can't introduce himself to you, especially not now when he's wearing only his clear-rimmed lenses and a matching pair of black sweats.

Man, he ought to have dressed more appropriately for this. He should have at least taken the time this morning to put on his contacts.

He shakes his head rapidly as he looks at Johnny as though he's grown a second head. "Whoa, no. No way. Absolutely not. I mean—" He thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, no, dude, I can't."

However, before he realized it, he and Johnny were walking to the club's stand where you and a few others, he supposed, club members, were distributing fliers.

When you see them, you put on your best customer service smile and hold out your hand to deliver them a flyer. "Hello! Are you guys interested in joining the Poetry Club? My cousin, Jaehyun, is the club president, and they get together on Fridays and Tuesdays."

Since Donghyuck wasn't going to step in first, Johnny did. "Unfortunately, no, but my friend over here—" The next thing Johnny knows, Donghyuck’s gone.

"Oh, I think your friend left, Johnny," you laugh awkwardly.

The freshman's abrupt disappearance makes Johnny tsk. "That little shit."

Donghyuck was lucky that neither you nor Johnny noticed him hiding behind a random tree nearby. The idea of him conversing with you could cause him to faint on the ground because his heart was already racing at the sight of you. If he couldn't survive being in the same vicinity as you, there was no way he'd go through a whole conversation.

From that moment on, just as he was hiding behind a tree, he made a vow to himself to hide behind your shadow instead. He was aware that you were far out of his league and that you would associate with others who came from a crowd that he didn't fit into.

He did, in fact, enter one Poetry Club meeting with the sole purpose of seeing you again, only to discover that you were not there. He stayed for the remainder of the meeting; however, as Jaehyun introduced the club, his words entered through one ear and left through the other, as he felt guilty for trying to leave early. It turns out that you weren't committed to the club; you were only helping to spread the word about it.

Weeks turned into months, and it appears he was correct. You did come from two separate worlds. His favorite days were when he saw you on campus; he progressively imprinted your schedule into memory. Since your boyfriend's and friends' faces were the talk of the town around your school, he labeled them the "popular crowd." It was common to see you out and about with them.

He took notice that you had to arrive dressed up every time, and Donghyuck's opinion of you remained the same even when you weren't. He had never seen anyone more beautiful than you. But then, he’d look at himself and remember that he walks into class sporting his usual outfit: a hoodie and sweatpants. And on the days when he made an effort to seem presentable (in hopes of impressing you), he succeeded in nothing because you never gave him a passing glance.

He took satisfaction in staying home every Friday night while his group of friends shouted over their game of D&D Monopoly, while you busied yourself on the cheerleading team, cheering at school events. He was the person who took comfort in being on the sidelines, and you were the girl who belonged in front of a lively and enthusiastic crowd.

So, with that in mind, he knew it was better for everyone that he’d stay as a secret admirer, regardless of how much he wanted you.

Perhaps the time will come when he musters the courage to make a move on you, but from where he's standing right now? Not a chance.

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wonderjanga2 · 24 hours ago

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Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six (Here)

TW: mentions of cannibalism and rotting and disfigurement. Though, this is our zombie story so I’d be surprised if it didn’t have that stuff.

I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.

Chapter Six

Damian Wayne POV - After School, the Third Month into Zombification

Damian was waiting for [Name] outside of their school. It was by this point that he was firmly sat on the fact that something was wrong with you. He hadn’t seen you in days. Literally days! Maybe even a couple months.

Were you avoiding him?

Throughout the past months, he hasn’t heard your steps throughout the manor. Throughout the past months, he hasn’t seen you in your usual spot in the living room. Throughout the past months, he hasn’t seen you and Alfred together. Throughout the past months, every single time he goes into your room and waits for you to come home, you don’t. (Damian had a habit that whenever he was feeling neglected, not that you knew he was feeling that, he would wait for you in the darkness of your room and then, although it was accidental on his part, scare the shit out of you when you turned the lights on)

Were you using the cameras to avoid him? He’d need to ask Barbara.

Anyways, as stated earlier, Damian was waiting for you at your school. He knew that today you had soccer practice, so currently he was sat on a bench outside of the girls and boys locker rooms, waiting for you to come out. His foot tapped the school’s tiled floor impatiently. You still hadn’t come out yet. The only people leaving the locker rooms now were stragglers who’d taken extra long for whatever reason. [Name] was punctual and polite, they didn’t seem like the type to dillydally for this long.

Did something happe—

“Aren’t you a little young to be here, sonny?” A robust woman dressed as a coach, probably the soccer one, interrupted his thoughts as she walked over.

Sonny?

“Yes, ma’am, but I am waiting for my sibling. They play soccer here.”

“Then you probably missed them. Unless they’re somehow still in the locker room.” The lady placed her hands on her hips, the whistle around her neck gleaming in the low quality, fluorescent lights. “Who’s your sibling anyways?”

“[Name] Wayne.” Damian answered dutifully with a bit of pride. What? Was he supposed to be ashamed that you were his sibling?

“I thought [Name] quit.” The coach raised a brow. “I mean, while the whole speech they gave me didn’t exactly say it outright, they haven’t showed up to practice in a long while.”

“[Name]… quit?”

What?

“Oh yeah, sweetie. They quit everything.” She said casually with a shrug of her shoulders. “Or so I heard from Lenny. He’s the basketball coach. “They didn’t tell you?”

Damian was irked at being called “sweetie” and wanted oh so badly to chastise her for calling him that. Instead, he focused on the fact that you quit everything and didn’t tell anyone. Not even him. The Robin shook his head. “[Name] didn’t mention it at all. Does Father even know?” He muttered that last part to himself.

“He doesn’t?” The coach looked thoughtful before she sighed heavily. “Y’know, it was really sudden too. Listen, you should call your father and either have him or someone else pick you up. I think I’m going to talk to the principal about this. It never made sense to me that an honors student, best of the best, a student like [Name], suddenly went cold turkey for no reason.” She paused for a moment. “Did anything traumatic happen recently? Specifically something in the family? They mentioned something about you guys.”

Damian could think of a million things that happen to his family on the daily that could be classified as traumatic to the average person.

“No. Not that I can recall.”

Damian left Gotham Heights alone, but not without a smile.

Why, you ask?

Well, he thinks he finally knows why you’re gone all the time.

See, when people in Damian’s family suddenly stop participating in the crusade to cure Gotham, it’s either because they physically cannot fight anymore or they don’t want to work with Damian’s father anymore (whether it be as a sidekick, or in general) and branch off to become their own hero.

Now, granted, you never worked with the Batman in the first place, but…

You’re obviously a vigilante now too!

No wonder you’re gone all the time! Damian hates to make a pun of all things, but you must’ve skipped straight to leaving the nest! You’re probably out in Gotham in your own cave, with your own gadgets, and your own suit.

It must be that!

Why else would you suddenly leave?

Comm-link Conversation Between Tim and Barbara - Unknown Time/Date

“Oracle?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been thinking… [Name] knows about us, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, [Name] knows about us, right? Like, the bat-stuff?”

“Yeah? We told them.” She paused for a moment. “I think.”

“You think?”

“Well, I wasn’t there for it, but I’m sure someone did.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes? Come on Tim, why would we, let alone Bruce, slip up on something like that?”

“I…” Tim paused to sigh. “Okay then.”

Marco Lopez (Mr Lopez) POV - A Week Before the Heist

For the past six months, two teenagers have been coming to Gotham City’s Jail. Once a month, they bail out a single prisoner, and without fail, every single time, that prisoner never shows up for their court date.

The first time they came in for their monthly ritual, the two had made quite an impression. After all, it’s not every day two teenagers bribe you bail someone out of jail. They didn’t seem to have anyone in mind either, just whoever he recommended, so that told Marco that they were here to bail out family either.

Throughout the next few days after that incident, he wondered why they went through all the trouble for that. What was the point? He forgot about them by the time the week ended.

The next time he spared them a thought was when they came in for the second time. A month had passed since then and he was a little surprised when they came in. He didn’t think they’d come back. The girl asked if they could do the same thing they did last time while the other one slid him two hundred bills instead of one. He complied because of course: Bribery.

At the end of that visit, the one who keeps slipping him bills tossed a “See ya later alligator!” over their shoulder. That was what told him this would be a weekly, more likely monthly thing.

Marco was right.

Since then, they’d come once a month, bail a guy out and then leave, of course giving him some money during the process. It was during the fifth month that he actually asked what was going on with the two and their ritual.

//Flashback//

“We’re a part of a reform agency, didn’t you hear?” The more unsettling one of the duo piped up with a grin. They had a hand on his shoulder. The two of them were looking at his computer again.

“Well, yes, but which one? Is it also a crappy agency? I mean, none of your guys show up to their court dates.” Marco spoke, as he typed on his computer, pulling up the guys who posted bail.

“I suppose it is.” The girl one shrugged, arms crossed as she looked at the screen.

“I guess we kinda suck at reform, huh?” The unsettling one elbowed the girl who shot them a glare. He was thankful for the elbowing as it took their hand off his shoulder, but just a few moments later it was placed back there.

“You didn’t answer my first question.”

This, for some reason made the unsettling one somehow grin wider. They seemed like they were about to say something, but the girl smacked their shoulder before they could.

(You were going to say some stupid shit.)

“Randy’s Rambunctious Reform.” The girl said with a straight face as if that wasn’t the most ridiculous name he’d ever heard.

//Flashback End//

She had most definitely bullshitting.

Terry ???????? POV - A Week Before the Heist

Micheals was bailed out a couple days ago. Terry for some reason, instinctually knew that was the last he’d see of the guy.

He’d heard some whispers from his cellmates of some guys never appearing again whenever they get out. It’s probably cause they hightail it out of Gotham. Now, Terry knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows another guy who eventually spilled the beans on the oh so generous people giving criminals a second chance.

A chance to get the hell out of Gotham.

Terry’s buddy told him that these same two people would show up once a month and crooks would disappear in a snap. Micheals had apparently gone with them too. The guy hadn’t been seen since, probably up in Mexico chilling on a beach sipping a margarita like a bitch. Either that or he was dead.

What? It’s Gotham. Giving criminals a free ticket out for no apparent reason is extremely sketchy.

But it is nice to know there’s someone on the side of the common thugs for once…

Bruce Wayne - A Week Before the Heist

Now this might be hard to believe, but Bruce actually dislikes entering the police precinct of Gotham. He likes the roof, he likes Gordon, but he doesn’t like the inside of the building. Yet, unfortunately, that was where he stood right now, going over the details of a case with Gordon.

They had recently been a group of cultists running around. They’d set up shop in a little seafood place and used it as a front while they mostly did their actual cult stuff in the back.

Mostly being the keyword here.

They were selling clams that contained a disease to customers as a dinner special. Ruby Red Ones. They’d done this with the hope that they would transform these people into the servants of the God they worshipped.

On the singular night they had that special, they’d sold it to three people, or at least that’s what the cult leader said. Bruce and the others had tracked down two out of the three. An old man and a college girl. Both had rotted to disfigurement and gone crazy, losing themselves to their illness.

It turned out that the college girl lasted longer due to the fact that she killed her roommate and ate her. The old man hadn’t gotten to kill anyone.

Now, while it was good it was only three, and that two out of the three couldn’t reach havoc anymore, the fact that the third one wasn’t appearing was extremely concerning. There had been no records of anyone rotting or becoming aggressive. Nothing.

This meant that whoever had been changed is getting a regular food source of human flesh. this person was likely skilled in killing, or at least knew how to pick out their victims, as there’s been no news from media.

Not to mention, most of the wait staff died in the explosion. (Did Bruce mention that the place exploded as he jumped out a window with the cult leader tucked under his arm?) And guess what? The one waiter that did survive, Peter Micheals, was bailed out of jail and hasn’t been seen since.

Bruce was going to look at the footage later to see who exactly bailed him out. Was it the remaining members trying to stop out any loose ends? He’d find out later.

For now, they needed to track the zombie down.

Catwoman - The Night of the Heist

While robbing Gotham’s museum for its latest cat related item, the last thing Selena expected was to run into two idiots wearing Power Ranger masks. Or rather, one idiot. She assumed it was a girl because she was wearing the pink mask, and everybody knows the pink rangers were the girls.

The girl has been in the plague exhibit, tucked in a corner, behind the rope lines, reading some big, dusty old book. Selina could tell the girl was an amateur based on the fact that she’d gotten behind her and stood there for several moments. Selina even ended up having to make her presence known.

“You’re trying your hand at thievery?” Selina asked, looking over the girl’s shoulder. It looked like a picture book, although the pictures were slightly disturbing.

The girl jumped and whipped around.

“Or not?” Selina murmured as she spied the phone in the girl’s hand. She was likely taking pictures of it then.

“I… uh…” The girl stammered.

“Relax. I’m not the Batman. I’m not going to ruin your fun.” Selina fought a smile at the visible relaxation of the girl when she let the words leave her mouth. “But you should probably get going. He’s likely to be here soon.”

That made the girl tense right back up again. She shoved her phone in her pocket and gave Selina a quick thanks before ducking away and running out of the exhibit.

“Red!?” The girl yelled, her footsteps getting further and further away.

Did that mean she had a partner or Red Robin was here?

A lot of delusion and misunderstandings in this one, huh?

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nousporix · 2 days ago

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i need to know, after some time i feel like anaxa will warm up to reader, and wouldnt it be nice if reader was aloof but warm and gentle, im just picturing a scenario where reader is as independent as anaxa is, but when anaxa seeks them out, they always indulge him with open arms. i was wondering if you could write a small scenario abt that? man i live for fluffy moments of understanding 😌🙏

(hows ur day been so far? love your works!!)

gasps.. clutches my pearls... this is my first request in years, oh my goodness.. (/pos) i'm currently on the train omw home from work, so i can't guarantee perfection, but this is a really sweet idea, so i'll do my best! ♡

contrary to popular belief, anaxagoras does not have a short temper. he is passionate, opinionated, steadfast and stubborn, but very slow to anger. others do have to tread lightly whenever breaching the topic of the divine with the professor, but otherwise, he is patient. objective, perhaps, but patient all the same.

that said, professor anaxagoras seemed a bit touchy today. the students of the grove often gossiped amongst themselves during what little down time they have, and on more than one occasion, you've heard several of them complaining about how strict the infamous professor was being today. according to them, he wasn't listening to any explanations, outright denying one-on-one meetings, and snapping at students for the smallest offenses.

it'd be concerning if you didn't know the professor so well. wherever anaxagoras goes, hyperbole is bound to follow. there's probably some truth to their claims; he's not above doing any of those things, after all. but with everything in this world, there's always more than meets the eye. (literally.)

after listening to the complaints of one too many nousporist students during their tutoring sessions, you decided that you would pay the professor a visit once your schedule cleared up for the day. you still had plenty of paperwork to get through – grading and transcribing the day's debates were on the agenda – but you leaned over and scribbled a quick note to yourself to drop by in a few hours.

but fate had different plans. after meticulously combing through your paperwork for about an hour, a light rapping at the door steals your attention. irritation pricks at you. you definitely put a sign on your door that said you were out and wouldn't be back until much later — it's a lie, but it guarantees that no one will distract you. yet the person on the other side knocks again, disregarding the sign. you heave a sigh. either the student can't read, they're having an emergency, or—

"it's me."

you set down your writing utensil immediately and head over to your door. you'd recognize that voice anywhere. "professor anaxagoras," you breathe the name of the man before you. "how can i—?"

anaxa doesn't greet you. he walks into your office and stands at your bookshelf, browing your catalogue for something that piques his interest. "haven't you anything new?" he asks.

you follow his actions with your eyes. "you already know the answer, professor," you say. "you ask this every time you stop by."

in spite of this, he reaches up and strokes the spine of a book bound by dromas leather. he pulls it free and begins to leaf through it with a practiced hand. "there is always a chance that something new might appear." content with his choice of book, he makes his way over to the chaise lounge near the window and makes himself comfortable. after a few seconds of skimming the pages, his eye flicks up towards you. "are you simply going to watch me from over there?" he asks.

you blink at him briefly before a smile brightens your face. "are you inviting me to join you, professor?" you tease.

anaxa blinks back. "are you going to keep referring to me as professor behind closed doors?"

you glance at the door. "technically, it's still open."

"cheeky today, are we?"

"furthermore, shouldn't i be the one inviting you to join me? this is my office, after all."

perhaps your eyes are playing tricks on you, but you think you see the corners of anaxa's lips twitch. "come and sit," he says. as you allow the door to click shut, you hear him add a soft, "please."

not one to deny him anything, you cross the room and stand in front of him. you don't want to sit just yet — you're curious about the rumors surrounding his behavior today. "professor—" you start, but a sharp glance from him makes you correct yourself. "anaxa," you begin again. "were you bullying your students today?"

he closes the book around his index finger so as to not lose his place. "when have i ever done such a thing?"

"a few nousporist students had quite a lot to say about you." you smile down at him as he tilts his head up to see you better. "your reputation precedes you."

"i'm aware." now that you're really listening to him, you can hear something akin to annoyance coloring his words. when you point it out, he shuts his eye and begins to explain. "if criticizing the work of my students and prioritizing my research counts as bullying, then yes, i suppose i was."

you bark a laugh. "i wasn't expecting you to admit it."

anaxa scoffs and begins to frown. "i'm not so immature as to deny that i was... a bit more stern today than usual."

"and why might that be?"

he doesn't answer right away. instead, his expression smooths out as he gazes at you in silence. then, "how long has it been since we've had alone time like this?" he asks.

the question takes you by surprise. you press your thumb between his brows gently, your heart skipping when he closes his eye peacefully. "it's been a while," you reply. and now that you're really thinking about it, it has been a while, hasn't it? living with the professor doesn't necessarily mean that you see each other often, what with the two of you working late hours. you put extra care into your lesson plans while anaxa could spend days in his lab. these days you've been kept apart by the coming end of the semester; anaxa's been busy drafting review seminars and you've been swamped by his overwhelmed students, each of them desperate for extra guidance that he refused to give. in short, you haven't had much time for one another lately.

wait a minute. you cup his face with one hand. "anaxa," you call him.

anaxa's gaze never leaves yours as he leans into your touch ever so slightly, the gesture leaving you breathless. "yes, my dear." he brings his hand up to cover yours. "i'm right here."

you have to bite your lip to contain yourself. "were you upset today because you haven't seen me in a while?" you ask.

under normal circumstances, anaxa would be offended at such a ridiculous accusation. the great blasphemer himself would never be so undignified as to snap at others because he craved the attention of his beloved. and yet he doesn't snap at you — not a single denial leaves his lips. instead, he turns and presses a feather-light kiss against the inside of your wrist. his lips linger over your pulse, where he can surely feel the rapid thrumming under your skin. your beloved silently peers at you, examining you closely from where he sits.

only when he moves again to put his cheek in your hand do you feel it: the heat that wasn't there before.

(not a single soul would believe you if you told them about this. the pompous performer, the great scholar anaxagoras himself petulantly snapped at everyone around him becauss he hadn't spent time with his lover in a long time.)

rather than tease him, you lean down and kiss at his flushed face, chuckling when he mutters a weak protest. "i missed you too," you say between kisses. "i missed you very much, anaxa."

anaxa says nothing in response. you can only assume his latent embarrassment has rendered him speechless. he makes no move to push you away; anaxa brings his hand up to halt your movements, bringing his forehead to yours. a silent request for a proper kiss, you recognize. you indulge him, kissing him sweetly. the kiss is slow, something the two of you are grateful for.

when you part, anaxa whispers, "sit with me."

and who are you to deny him?

i'm so nervous.. i haven't done this in such a long time.. i'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked for/is kinda ooc, i just got kinda carried away;; i really hope you like this, anon 🥺

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thesafflelad · 1 day ago

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Like, Carol's husband is about to die, and her first daughter is lost to a fate far worse. Speculative as it may be, she's likely acting out of desperation. Like, pure evil (or pure good) characters don't exist in Undertale nor Deltarune. Titans may be an exception: they either haven't been explained fully or are like traditional demons: they have human-like forms to try and appeal to human beings, but ultimately are fundamentally unable to do anything but reject what is good. That, or they're twisted angels, and whoever forms their fountain is their God," so to speak.

Asgore got so, so much shit for his actions, partly because Toriel dragged him for his grief-stricken choice (and damn-near everyone loves Toriel), and partly because it's implied that only children had fallen into the Underground. He made a stubborn decision out of grief to inspire hope that faded just as fast. He's a desperate man that wants his people to be happy... but tragically, more than that, he wants to give up. He does everything in his power during the fight to have you kill him or vice versa, and with the recent information of larger bullets dealing less damage, he really doesn't want to kill you. Unrelated, he does have boundary issues with Toriel, in both UT and DR. He still refers to her as "my wife," for crying out loud, promising to raise you with her without consulting her!

Flowey is just as broken, too. He's lived for what feels like millions of years doing anything he wants. He can't even die. He's lived the same life for so long that he's detached entirely because of the circumstances of his creation. Asriel was brought back to life in a flower without his soul. Imagine thinking every thought without feeling... anything. There's no chemical that releases for joy or despair or anything, and I assure that some people don't have to imagine. Flowey isn't evil because he can't feel anything; he's a villain because he prioritizes his entertainment over the lives of others, and he only does that because he is deeply, tragically lonely. Once he can feel again, he's still trying to kill who he thinks is his best friend, all because he's convinced everything is a game (I know the likely argument, but Flowey can't view Undertale metatextually). He's broken, alone, and has been without kindness from someone he knows for so long that he can't understand it.

Toriel isn't perfect. She's overprotective, stubborn, and unforgiving; hell, the way she talks about Carol speaks a lot to her character. Though Toriel has a vested interest in the wellbeing of hers and other children, she's known as particularly harsh to others. She's distant from others in her own way, not just physically, but emotionally in most dialogue (not with Sans but he's... weird in Deltarune.) In Undertale, the monsters of the Ruins are scared of her, almost in the same way criminals are scared of Mayor Holiday, and in that game, she only drops her life of resignation and feaux determined might(which parallels Asgore a lot) only when something the player has no knowledge of goads her to do something different. Like... guys, she probably figured out the One Soul plan in hindsight; she would've been just as stuck as Asgore trying to figure a way out for years, and even after she did... would she dare desecrate the souls of children she respected? Would Asgore dare?

Name a fic before 2018 where Alphys wasn't either killed off or had half her research replaced with Gaster's. If it exists, I'd like to read it. Dorked made a great video about her and says a lot of stuff better than I can, so watch it, please. DC;DW: Alphys has some flaws, yes, but she gets so overshadowed by other characters by the fandom and treated like this terrible, unforgivable person for years. She tried something, failed and changed the lives of dozens of Monsters forever, and had no idea how to rectify it, thinking she failed. If you had to tell everyone that your immortality experiment didn't produce the desired results, and that their loved ones will never be the same, I want to imagine having the responsibility of telling the people you think you failed. She's so ready for people to hate her, she's resigned herself to already being hated.

And honestly, going through all that... all wrongdoings in Undertale have a central theme, don't they? Accepting grief or loss, and desperation to cling to a life they knew. Asriel wants his best friend, Asgore wants the person who loved him most and his children and would rather die than live with killing another child, Toriel wants her children back and resents Asgore's path (partially because she would have taken it), and Alphys is so petrified by the only choice she has that she just doesn't act honestly.

Even in Deltarune, Susie is desperate to seem tough and aloof because she grew up as The Scariest Monster, either among humans or other, crueler monsters. Ralsei is a liar because he's frightened that things will fall apart if everyone knows too much. Berdly is so focused on how he's perceived that he'd rather punch down than reveal he can make mistakes. King doesn't want to be abandoned and holds resentment for the people that left him behind. Queen says plainly that she wants to rule the world to give everyone an escapist fantasy, doing only as designed. Tenna just wants people to watch him again, and doesn't try to genuinely kill you until he literally gets told that his audience won't watch anymore. Jevil's mind broke and he thinks himself free from reality. Spamton's mind broke and he's very consciously aware of his limitations and would literally steal the soul of the only person that's ever been kind to him to have agency again.

So... Deltarune's main characters up to this point all have a bit of desperation in them. It's congruent with the theme to believe Carol is the same way. It'd be accurate to assume that unless the Knight is also Carol, a mini-titan, or some secret thing we don't know, that they're just as desperate as well. The more evil and violent the actions, the more desperate. The more scared they are. Honestly, with control freaks, most of the time they're like that because Something Went Terribly Wrong And I Need To Be Able To Make Sure Nothing Goes Wrong Ever Again. It's an escapist fallacy that gives the person suffering some semblance of sanity at the expense of themself and others.

That, or my media comprehension is shit.

"[deltarune character] has gotta be evil" Hey. Hey. Have you payed any attention at all to the way toby writes characters. did you all forget when in like 2016 everyone was going crazy over chara being evil when theyre like. an actual child. and they literally tell you that their actions/dialogue in the no mercy route is a direct reflection of the way YOU act? Speaking of the no mercy route. all those times when characters would say things like "i think youre still capable of being a good person". like. i think its a disservice to these games to try to call any character outright evil. its always more complex than that.

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jacksabbotts · 2 days ago

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spencer reid x fem!bsf!reader tw .' suggestive themes , nsfw ( mdi 18+ )

imagine the evolution of spencer x bsf!reader petnames

the are four stages to spencer. phase one is the nerdy, genius boy spencer that everyones knows and loves ( including you ). he probably wouldn’t feel too comfortable giving you a nickname that would suggest a more than coworkers vibe. he would usually refer to you as your first name and your last name when on a case.

you, however, are quite the opposite. you would have a plethora of pet names you would use on the daily purely for the purpose of getting under his skin.

you’d use spence almost regularly ( cliche, i know but its suits ). he’d flush and mumble something under his breath every time. that shouldn’t get you going like it does, but who are you to deny yourself a beet red spencer reid.

sweetie and or sweet boy is probably your favorite. he doesn’t flush near as much for this one and you rarely use this one at work or in public. dr. reid is your go two when you guys are at work ( obviously ) but literally you—specifically you—calling him anything would get his gears turning.

phase two is where things begin to heat up for both you and spencer alike. spencer would start to accidentally let sweetheart slip.

when he feels your hand on his thigh, brushing a little closer to what is grossly inappropriate for a workplace setting ( aka the jet ) he’d mumble reverently, ‘sweetheart’ without even thinking about it. it would bring a smirk to your face.

by phase two, your pet names would begin to bolden drastically. baby and angel would slip out the more time you spend alone together. but the one that would catch his attention the most is good boy.

the first time you’s said it to him was in your car after you had made him come with just a light hand friction and the dirtiest words you could possibly string together. you told him, ‘thats my good boy’ and if he hadn’t already come he probably would have done so in that moment. maybe he did again, who’s to say.

phase three and spencer is getting more confident by the second. he’d moan out ‘mine’ and ‘my girl’ as if he worship the ground you walked on ( and lets be honest — he does ). he would probably flush a little after moaning ‘mine’ while he was balls deep from behind, flushing red in a way only he could make attractive.

but you moan so hard he says it again, with more conviction. and that was the night he learned of your dominance kink ( with a lil hint of a praise kink ).

this is the moment when dr. reid would come back into play. but instead of you using it with a modicum of respect, you used it purely to rile him up.

‘oh, dr. reid thinks he’s in charge now?’

‘what’s wrong dr. reid? can’t concentrate?’

‘is this how you conduct all your field studies, doctor? handsy and flushed and begging to be inside me?’ you purr his professional title in a low mocking tone, almost as if you want defile the title itself—his brain momentarily shuts off.

by phase four that shy needy sweet boy you started with is an absolute demon in the bedroom. his pets names from from sweet and endearing to down right filthy. from ‘sweetheart’ to ‘perfect little thing’. from ‘my girl’ to ‘my slut’. that last one has you spinning.

he whispers into your ear while absolutely bending you backwards and abusing your beyond overstimulated and puffy cunt. its not casual. its not careless. its is not said to degrade ( even though from anyone else it probably would feel degrading ).

it is said because he has been pushed past his goddamn limit with how much he wants you, how much you want him, and how hungry you are for each other.

‘god, look at you,’ he pants. ‘you’ll take anything i give you, won’t you?’

and if dr. spencer reid—your tender, once-flustered angel of a man—ever calls you ‘my slut’ in that low, reverent, fuck-drunk voice?

‘my pretty little slut.’ it drive you absolutely fucking feral.

you’re not surviving.

you’re not walking.

you’re not recovering.

you whimper and them clench around him so hard he almost looses it right there. because coming from spencer—a man who treats your body like scripture and your pleasure like a thesis project—being called a slut means :

‘you make me lose control.’

‘you make me want you so badly, i’ll say anything to keep you here.’

‘i trust you enough to be filthy with you.’

‘i need you.’

at first ( after he comes hard than he ever has in his whole life ) his head will bow, not in exhaustion ( even though maybe it should from how hard he was fucking you ), but from overwhelming guilt. because it slipped. it wasn’t calculated. it wasn’t part of the plan.

‘wait—did i just—oh my god—did that cross a line?’ you have to grab his face, breathless and shaking, and go: ‘say it again.’

‘please, baby—call me that again.’ and then he growls.

and when he really wants to ruin you?

‘open your mouth, slut. i want to see just how desperate you are for me.’

and he watches you obey, wide-eyed, reverent, and horny out of his mind.

THE END \ masterlist

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #fem!bsf!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x you #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds x reader

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fandomlit · 3 days ago

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gif cred belongs to @smoshmonker

requested by anon "Your smosh work is AMAZINGG I'm loving it!! Can you do something with Spencer and Reader is his neighbor that he's crushing on?? Thanks!!"

imagine finding out that spencer agnew refers to you as his hot neighbor

you didn't know a lot about your neighbor spencer. you knew he worked as some form of director and/or writer. you knew he was cute in a nerdy way, with his wire glasses and curly hair and his first awkward attempts at conversation with you. you knew he played a lot of games and had loud friends, and would text you noise warnings if those things ever got out of hand. overall, you thought you could've done a lot worse for a neighbor. plus, the cute nerd aspect of him gave you a thrill in your days whenever you happened to run into him.

you had never actually seen his loud friends. spencer had told you stories, in the elevator or outside of your apartments, about his goofy friends who had no volume control, with or without alcohol in their systems. you'd heard them from time to time, and it usually just amused you, but you had never seen them. until today.

you were coming home later than usual from work when you saw spencer walking in your hall a little ways in front of you with a two girls and a guy flanking him. your curious mind tried to formulate conclusions: were these his loud friends? was he coming back from work? or maybe a double date? did cute nerdy spencer have a girlfriend? the thought made you a little sadder than you expected.

spencer smiled over at you when he saw you approaching your door. you offered him a wave as his fumbled through his pockets for his keys. "hey, y/n." all of his friends' heads snapped to you, making you flinch slightly in surprise.

"oh, sorry," the blonde guy with him said, bringing a hand to cover the chuckle that slipped from his mouth. "all of us looking was kind of scary, sorry about that." they all laughed and offered apologies as spencer shook his head, pulling his keys out.

"all good," you giggled in reply, keys in hand as you waved them off. "good to see you, spencer." not wanting to cross any neighborly boundaries, you unlocked your door and offered the group a friendly wave as you stepped inside.

“is that your hot neighbor?!” one of them poorly whispered and you paused your motion to kick your door shut.

“angela! oh my god!” spencer quickly unlocked his apartment, shoving her through first. you softly shut your door as laughter broke out in the hallway before spencer's door snapped shut and the voices were muffled to near-silence. you couldn't help the smile that slowly crept onto your lips.

cute nerd spencer probably didn't have a girlfriend if he was calling you his hot neighbor to his friends. but more importantly, cute nerd spencer thought you were hot.

#smosh x reader #smosh cast x reader #smosh fanfic #smosh imagine #spencer agnew #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew fanfic #spencer agnew imagine #smosh cast imagine

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ilovehughes · 2 days ago

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June Was Ours

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: none! just fluff. (first post)

word count: 1484

summary: summers at the hughes lakehouse with jack and his brothers during off season.

a/n: first write on tumblr! Ik this is short and messy but I just wanted to put something out here.

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“You want a refill?” Luke, the youngest brother asks referring to my empty cup. “No thanks Snoops,” I respond.

A huge splash comes from the back of the boat and when I turn around to look at the cause I see an empty wakeboard with Jack in the lake.

I chuckle from my seat, “You okay J?” He glances up at me while wiping the wet curls from his face. “That was Quinn’s fault!” He objects, pointing to the brother behind the wheel.

Summers with the Hughes were always far from dull. In fact they were pure chaos. Whether it was one of the brothers flying off the wakeboards or nearly burning the house down at an attempt to make pancakes, there was always something.

Jack makes his way over to grab a towel and dry himself off. “I thought you said you were good at wakeboarding” I tease. “Not when Quinn is driving like a maniac!” he defends.

He sits down next to me and I move the hair from his face. He pecks a kiss to my cheek and leans over to look at the magazine in my hands. “Whatcha reading?” He questions. “Just some random magazine from the gas station.”

“Am I that boring to watch board?” He teases. “Oh definitely not.” I counter.

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Jack emerges from the kitchen with two cups of hot cocoa and hands one to me. He sits down next to my spot on the couch and I throw the blanket over his legs as well. “Comfy?” He asks me. And I hum in confirmation.

I scroll through the movie options and put on a random rom com. Jack cuddles up to me and places a kiss on my temple.

“I love this.” He remarks softly. “Yeah it’s a good movie huh?” I reply. “No this. Us. Just being comfy together.” He clarified and I swore the hot cocoa suddenly heated me up to a blushing state.

“Awh Jack, me too.” I add with a peck to his lips.

“I could do that a million times.”

“Kiss me?”

“Yep.”

“Nothings stopping you.”

“Pucker up baby.”

That earns a chuckle from me as he leans in and kisses my cheek. And then my other cheek. And my nose. And my forehead. And then finally my lips, slowly and reverently. Almost savouring the moment as if would disappear any second.

I smile softly as we both reluctantly pull back. “I could do it a million times too, Jack.”

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The morning sun seeps through the curtains as a soft yawn escapes my lips. I soft ruffle in the sheets comes from a bare chested Jack as his eyes slowly open up. “Morning baby” he says with a rough, sleepy voice that he always has in the mornings. “Good morning Jacky”

“Sleep well?” I ask. “Wonderful with you by my side” He says. I chuckle and roll my eyes, “Smooth one Hughes.” He grins and kisses my shoulder, “I tried”

“So what’s on the agenda today?” I ask, knowing full well the other two brothers probably have an entire schedule that won’t be followed. “I’ll ask the bros.” He replies.

HUGHES BRO GC

Jack: What we doin’ today?

Luke: Quinn wants to invite Z and Coley for a bbq.

Quinn: that was your idea Luke!

Luke: no lol.

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“BBQ with Trevor and Cole apparently” Jack states from the bed as I get dressed in a bikini covered with shorts and one of his devils t shirts.

“Sounds like a fun day.”

“Long day…”

“That too.”

Jack gets up from bed and wraps his arms around me from behind as I do my morning skincare. He places a soft kiss to my shoulder and hums in contentment.

“You best get dressed J.” I remark “yeah yeah” he mutters in responds and reluctantly moves to the closet.

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I sit on the couch with a mug of coffee in my hand, listening to Luke and Quinn argue over something hockey related. And then by miracle Jack enters the room and plops down next to me with his own cup of coffee.

“So are Trevs and Coley coming over?” He asks, almost as if trying to split up the debate between the two. “Yeah, around three.” Quinn answers.

Jack turns back to me and eyes me up and down. “My shirt” He points out. “Our shirt” I contradict. “Didn’t know you were on the devils” He questions. “Star player actually” I tease.

He scoffs playfully and shakes his head. “You ready for chaos in human form today?” He rolls his eyes. “Are you referring to Trevor and Cole?” I chuckle. “Absolutely” He confirms.

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As the clock hits 3pm Trevor and Cole knock on the front door and enter immediately after anyways. “Guess who brought beer!” Trevor exclaims excitedly. “This isn’t frat party” Quinn mutters. “Buzzkill” Cole teases.

Trevor exits to the back porch where Jack, Luke and I sit on sun chairs with lemonades. “Yo! What up dudes.” Trevor says as if he was entering a room of college jocks. “No one says ‘yo’ trev” Luke chuckles out. “Sup Z” Jack greets as they dab each other up.

“Hi Trevor.” I offer with a wave. “Hey there Mrs Hughes” Trevor teases and a chuckle at that. A groan escapes Jack’s lips as he rolls his eyes.

“Where’s Cole?” I ask to refresh the conversation. “He’s trying to convince Quinn that beer doesn’t mean it’s a frat party I think.”

None of us question it further.

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Half an hour before sunset, we’re all gathered on the boat indulging in conversation and fresh air. Quinn and Jack make turns to drive the boat while the other boys sit and chat or board.

As Jacks turn to drive comes, him and Quinn switch places and Jack takes me along. “I don’t wanna drive alone” he reasons. “So you bring me along to stand and watch you?”

“No silly” and before i get the chance to frown in confusion he place me on his lap. Legs over his and back against the side of the seat. His one hand on the wheel and the other rests on my thigh, tracing aimless patterns.

I take my phone and snap a picture of the sunset casting beautiful lighting over the lake. “I love this view. With the sunset and everything” I state. “Yeah it’s quite nice huh” he says. “It’s perfect” i counter. “Not as perfect as you” he says and grins. I blush and giggle. “Oh my god Jack.”

“What? I can’t compliment my beautiful girlfriend”

“You’re so sappy about it.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah I do.”

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#jack hughes #nhl imagine #ice hockey #nhl x reader #nhl players #nhl #hockey #hughes brothers #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #86 #hughes 86 #jack hughes fluff #nhl x y/n #nhl x you #lake house #careys blog #careys fluff

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khorneschosen · 3 days ago

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I need you to do me a favor and go ahead and put our argument bit by bit into a AI chatbot and then just ask it to analyze the argument.

Because you're really not thinking about this and it kind of fucking shows. You guys use AI chat box for everything and yet when it comes to argumentation like this you seem perfectly fine with putting your really shit opinions forward.

And also yeah I can have my mind changed just not by you, Because unfortunately you are you and you don't make good arguments. I know normally it's a tactic you guys like to do to just say that oh you have a bad argument but you kind of leave it undefined so they're just sort of left questioning their own rhetoric rather than your judgment but in my case I'm being honest with you. You are actually bad at this. You are not convincing.

As I pointed out already they have AK-47s They have boxes of ammunition they have explosives and on and on and on and on. We necessarily recognize the fact that they have AK-47s right This war isn't being fought with rocks on one side and guns on the other.

And the drones I'm talking about are incredibly small cheaply made and yet able to hold a little bit of thermite or explosive also very small very concealable very smuggable and they probably could use it through the tunnels that they have connecting Palestine to Egypt.

So I'm just I'm wondering how much of the necessary context do you have when you constantly aren't thinking over the things that already are true and imply a whole lot more.

So the question is why don't they have drones why aren't they using drones still stands It's a good question and I'm just wondering if you ever ask yourself that. Why aren't they using drones?

They have the technology they have the ability to use them why don't they use them? It's not a matter of they can't get them it's a matter of they aren't using them.

I'm asking you to think about it why aren't they They saw how effective they were with Ukraine and Russia why didn't they go we need to get some drones so that we can be more effective against armor or more effective against vehicles or be able to take out whole squads of soldiers with very little effort on our own side. Did a plastic explosives bit of a drone fly in boom. No like that but the Israelis haven't had time or really the training to be able to do anti-drone maneuvers Right now it would be really fucking great to use drones against them.

So why aren't they. And what then you have to ask is the end game plan here. What's the big plan, what is hamasa's win that they're all trying to work towards They didn't start this war not thinking about how they would win it They had to have a plan so what was it.

What was the plan? I keep asking the advocates of Palestine what was the plan and none of you have been able to give me an answer and I find it really concerning that I can't get that answer so I ask one more time.

What is the plan what's the wind state of this current conflict? How are they planning to win? They started the war, the question stands fully.

That's a loaded question by the way It's a rhetorical trick What's more it's overly day because Arab citizens may refer to Arab citizens of any nation we're not talking about Arab citizens we're talking about Palestinians.

Furthermore we're not talking about Jews either we're talking about Israelis.

Which again I don't like that you keep using Jews instead of Israeli and I don't even like the fact that you're using the word Arab when you mean to say Palestinian.

It reads like anti-Semitism it ethically charges the entire discussion you see. For example if I were to defend and do defend the bombing of Dresden you might say why do Jewish civilian deaths matter but not Aryan.

See how that reads? You see how that very heavily implies something extremely problematic?

Or do you not care if you are being anti-semitic so long as you are pro Palestine. It's not a question by the way it just seems to be the case.

And I kind of being good faith with you here because you're really bad at this So much so that I'm even considering answering your question. And I'm almost curious to try even though again it's a loaded question It's an invalid form of questioning It's a logical fallacy. So the answer is there is no equivalence in it but when civilians die in war zones the context matters.

Were they deliberately killed or kidnapped or tortured or raped for its own sake on a strategic level where there is no means of redressing this within one's own army and it is tacitly supported and encouraged by all the members of said military.

Because that's what Hamas did. That's what October 7th is It's a worse form of war crime. And if there are degrees of evil in war the biggest one must be the willingness to choose evil.

What's more as the government of Palestine and the protectors of it the failure of their operation on October 7th, it is their duty to protect the civilians which and every example and every case in this war they have never taken any steps to remove their own civilians from harm's way. If anything they have pushed them straight to the front line with themselves.

And furthermore on top of everything have started this war.

So if we are going to count the dead and consider each one of them as a horrific tragedy, then default goes not to who pulled the trigger but who started the war and who has run it as such. And that is hamas.

So the answer to your question is they both matter but the blood of those deaths aren't on the Israelis it is on Hamas.

Again I didn't have to answer your question I could have merely pointed out it was bad faith and moved on but I've done the hard job of explaining myself. And opening myself up to critique.

It's why I've never cared that people operate in bad faith because even bad faith can be answered in its own terms. If you know how the trick works.

I’m seeing a lot of people claim that the remaining hostages, by virtue of being IDF members are not hostages but prisoners of war. Which, fine, you can make that argument. But if that was the case, under the Third Geneva Convention, prisoners of war have very specific rights, including not being held in close confinement, not being tortured, getting adequate food and water, being given access to medical treatment, being allowed contact with the outside world and their loved ones, and of course visitation by the International Red Cross.

Not a single one of these conditions has been met. They aren’t prisoners of war. They’re hostages. And the International Red Cross doesn’t care about Jews.

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headdinthewall · 1 day ago

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EVERY TIME … ── c.dixon ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : every time (sort of) that chris mentions you in a youtube video // hint : there’s a lot. a/n : happy birthday chris!! ik i said the next post would be an inside post, but it’s chris’ birthday so :) content : established relationship ,, mentions of childbirth and postpartum anxiety ,, sexual references & talks of sex

𐙚 Whenever he does his football challenge videos, he’s points at the camera and says ‘Reader, this is for you’ before scoring an impressive goal or missing miserably.

“Give it a rest, Chris, she probably doesn’t even watch your videos!” Theo complained. “That is the fifth time this video he’s said that.” George added. “How many of these do you think he makes the editor keep in?”

𐙚 Always mentions you in the podcast episodes when he goes on them (Fellas, Useless Hotline, Bach&Arthur) and is open but to an extent about your relationships. When Cal and Chip get him talking about kinks, he expresses what he’s into but makes sure to never reveal anything to haven’t already told him you’re okay with the world know.

“So, like, the maid shit, is reader into that?” Chip asks, fiddling with the microphone. “She can be, yeah, it really depends on her mood. I think she prefers lying down as opposed to being on top, so it’s a win win for both of us when we do that stuff.” Chris answered honestly.

𐙚 He makes sure to repeat everything said on the podcast back to you so you can tell him if you want it cut out or not, and if you do he’s never mad, all he does is send a quick text to Chip saying ‘reader wants this, this and this cut out please’ and it’s done with.

𐙚 When he did the cooking video with Arthur and George, you went out for the night with some friends and he was talking about you the whole time.

“Reader would think this is absolutely disgusting.” / “Arthur, I hope reader comes home and sees what you’ve done to her kitchen and beats you.” “Her kitchen?! You share the apartment with two other people!” Arthur exclaimed, but George butted in, “It is her kitchen, to be fair.”

𐙚 Adding on to the cooking thing, he brings up your food a lot, especially when he gets to that whiney, moaning state of tiredness in his videos. It happened in the North vs South video:

“God, I would kill for readers lasagne right now.” Chris groaned, resting his hands on his elbows. “Yeah, you’d like her beef and cream all over you, wouldn’t you?” Theo jeered. “Well, yeah, actually, because she’s my girlfriend?” “Can you just pop her a text and ask her to bring a family sized lasagne, I’m starving.” Will added.

𐙚 If he’s doing a video where he has to physically walk around London to complete challenges, he’ll walk past places and say “Oh, reader wants to go here for dinner.” or “Reader loves this shop, can we pop in so I can get her something?” (Always ends in him coming home with a special something he picked up from your favourite clothes shop).

𐙚 He knows your routine like the back of his hand. When it hits lunch time and filming ran overtime, he’ll order you something he knows you adore and screenshot the UberEats code and send it to you without saying anything else other than what he’s ordered. Example: ‘kfc boneless banquet for you x’ In response? Probably a tit pic, or underwear pic.

𐙚 When you have kids, he’ll mention it as much as possible. He’s so proud to be a dad and even prouder of the fantastic mother that you are. Also definitely talks about having his son/ daughter going into football, makes jokes about disowning them if they don’t want to but everyone knows he would never.

“Chris, what are you doing if child doesn’t want to play football?” Harry asked, to which Chris replied, “Mm, adoption, probably.”

𐙚 Rambles about you on the Three Peaks video so much because the only for him to get through 24 hours straight of hike, eat, sleep, repeat is to think about the love of his life. Since the video was a dedication to mental health, he talks about how having a baby affected both of your mental healths (his with more anxiety about the baby getting hurt and yours with just being drained 24/7)

“I know some of you are probably sat at home saying ‘Oh, where’s reader?’ ‘Reader would love to do this!’ Yes, she would, but she also gave birth a week ago and I have strictly forbidden her from doing any strenuous activity.” George makes a joke out of Chris’ statement, “Sounds like you’re holding her hostage mate.” “No, but I did tell her that I didn’t want her doing this in case she hurt herself, but … she didn’t really want to do this anyway. She’s been having major postpartum anxiety recently, and just hasn’t been sleeping well … but … we’re getting back on the right track.”

𐙚 He gets really excited to talk about you whenever someone asks about you. Even if it’s just a fleeting comment asking how you are, he can go on for hours and hours about the most recent date you went on, how you’re holding up with motherhood and just handling life in general. He’s 100% your biggest fan (even though he’s the famous one in the relationship).

𐙚 If he films a video with Bach or Chip, they will both end up talking to each other wondering if you and Liv/ Sabina are into the same stuff, in which the conversation vaguely goes something like this:

“Has Sabina been showing you this new dress style recently?” “Oh, yeah, non-stop. Has reader been showing you?” “Yeah, constantly. I think it’s trending.” “Are you gonna get it for her?” “Are you?” Followed by a simultaneous “…Yeah.”

𐙚 Always puts in a song you’ve been really enjoying recently, whether it’s in a clip interval or a beat-drop moment when someone scores, the song will be something you’ve had on repeat.

𐙚 His outro always has something to do with you, whether it’s mentioning your name or referencing something only you two would understand.

“Thanks for watching today’s video! Um … pie and chips for tea please, my love!” / “If you watched till the end, go follow my girlfriend @/yourusername right now!” / “Thank you for watching, here’s a cute clip of reader crying because child made their first steps. I want edits. Now.”

#ukyt #ukyt fanfic #chris dixon #chrismd #chris dixon fic #chris md fanfic #chris dixon imagine #chris dixon fanfic #chris dixon x reader #uk youtubers

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capnportofficial · 3 days ago

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In depth Lilo & Stitch headcanon about public perception of the aliens:

Kokaua Town is aware there's Something going on with Jumba, Pleakley, and the experiments. Not aware that they're aliens yet, but some of these weird dogs speak like people! (Reuben, Slick, Heckler, Nosy).

Due to Jumba's... public Jumba-ness... people might have pieced together the whole "illegal genetic experiment" thing. Like, oh yeah, this weird man definitely did some illegal shit with animal genes. Maybe they think he's hiding out from the law and that's why he moved in with the Pelekais so quickly.

Nosy goes "they're aliens!" to the Jamesons, and the Jamesons probably end up thinking that Nosy meant illegal aliens- as in, people who immigrated illegally, and in this case for Jumba to hide from the law in his home country. Which is obviously Russia, based on his accent.

Maybe the moms in the PTA look at Pleakley with pity because it can't be easy having to uproot your entire life to move to another country because your husband is on the run from the law. Her weird mannerisms and confusion about everything? "Oh, she's just foreign."

Pleakley's gone out in public in male outfits sometimes, disguised as a human man. In the Christmas episode, he even goes out without a wig. So she's definitely visibly queer. But I doubt anyone brings it up. There might be some gossip behind her back, but to her face, everyone treats her as whatever gender she's going as today.

If Pleakley ever slips up and refers to Jumba as her roommate instead of her husband, well, of course they're not legally married. Gay marriage isn't legal in Russia, and it wasn't legal in Hawaii until 2013, about a decade after the series takes place. And Pleakley is visibly queer. So... yeah, makes sense.

The Pelekais are native Hawaiian, so it's clear Jumba and Pleakley aren't biologically related to them. Due to Stitch's obvious status as one of the experiments, however, it's generally assumed the two met the Pelekais through Lilo's genetically modified dog being Jumba's creation. Which is true, except Stitch isn't actually a modified dog, and Jumba isn't actually a Russian immigrant.

#txt #lilo and stitch #jumba jookiba #wendy pleakley

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Hildegard of Bingen's Unknown Language and Unknown Letters

Sometime in 1153 or 1154, the German nun Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179) wrote a letter to the elderly Pope Anastasius IV (1073-1154). Her words were scathing. She called the pope tired and criticized his rule, describing him as too accepting of depraved people and urging him to control the arrogance of those around him. There was corruption in the medieval church, Hildegard asserted, and he, as pope, should be doing something about it.

Hildegard did not hold back her anger; but among her many complaints, she included an unusual throw-away comment – a reference to one of the greatest mysteries of her life: she told Anastasius that she had witnessed a miracle, an experience that led her to create Unknown Letters and to speak an Unknown Language (lingua ignota and litterae ignotae in Latin). These mysterious creations remain little understood today, and scholars continue to debate their purpose.

Hildegard of Bingen

Hildegard of Bingen was one of the greatest thinkers of the Middle Ages and is best known today for her beautiful musical compositions and visionary writings. Born as the tenth child of a wealthy family in 1098, probably in Bermersheim in western Germany, at around the age of 14, her parents sent her to become an anchoress, or religious recluse, at the monastery of Disibodenberg. Once installed within the monastery's tiny convent, she probably expected to experience little else for the rest of her life. But 24 years later, in 1136, the nuns elected her to lead their growing convent. Hildegard immediately reduced her predecessor's austere rules, and more surprisingly, began her rise to fame.

Throughout her life, Hildegard had experienced visions. She had kept these secret from everyone she had met since childhood, except for Jutta of Sponheim (circa 1092-1136) – her predecessor as head nun of Disibodenberg – and a monk named Volmar (died 1173). Now, at the age of 42, she saw a great light descend from the sky and enter her heart and mind. Suddenly, she could better understand the Bible and the writings of saints, and a voice told her to write down everything that she had seen and heard in her visions. Although this thought terrified her, she did as the voice had asked and began to write a book detailing her experiences. This would be known as Scivias and took her ten years to complete. During this time, her work came to the attention of Pope Eugene III (1088-1153), who read a portion of this masterpiece and gave Hildegard his papal seal of approval to continue writing.

⇒ Hildegard of Bingen's Unknown Language and Unknown Letters

#History #MedievalChurch #HildegardOfBingen #LinguaIgnota #WHE

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At that moment Hangman is exactly who she needed! She didn’t need Jake and his sweet demeanor, she needed Hangman who the no nonsense attitude and he knew that. Also, hell yeah girl damage that government property! He can take it. And the fact that he got on the bed with her🥺 he’s an amazing support person and I’d like to know where I can find one for future reference….Jake won’t ever stop fighting for his girls. Especially now after he’s had a taste of having them back, come hell or high water Jake’s not letting them get away from him again

Now, 12 years later, Jake and Buttercup are no longer having the you vs me debate but now it’s an us vs the problem stance which is what they’ve needed all along! I’m so glad they’ve gotten to this point.

Her home is in her house and they are able to communicate in a way that they haven’t been able to around the girls before but, now he also understands why she wanted to go back to London.

“I like who I am better when I’m with you. The scary things aren’t so scary when you’re by my side” even though Buttercup said it, Jake feels that way too. Anyone who knows them together and individually can attest to that too… the fact that Jake admits to her that when he’s with her he doesn’t feel the oil lot get back in the air is huge! The reasons Jake gave of why he wants her to stay😭😭 they make me so emotional!!!

Something else she’s needed to hear for 12 years, he never hated her… and he recognizes that her drive to be perfect didn’t help when she got sick it made it worse…makes me wonder if he had been able to pull his head out and quit putting his foot in his mouth 12 years ago, how different would it have been? Had he been able to take a step back and truly see how much she was struggling would they have even been at this point? Probably not…like Jake said if he had told someone they both could’ve gotten help before it got to the point of no return.

Jake taking the positives and assuring her that it can work and it would be incredible..that they’ve both grown and know what to look for so that it doesn’t get to that point again.. ugh I love that for them and I just love them so much and know they would make it if they just let themselves take the leap.

Jake’s surprise that Bob pulled a French supermodel has me cackling🤣🤣 yeah Jake, Baby on Board has game 🤣. Almost the whole family is in one place again 🥹 and Charlie finally got to hug on her mama and apologize 🥹

They’re going home🥳🥹🥹🥹 and they’ve got me crying again but, they’re going home as a family! Finally..

As You Wish, Chapter 19

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, angst, crying, discussions of therapy, sadness, reference to divorce, references to labour and delivery (not explicit but detailed), references to babies, swearing, references to the hospital, self-doubt and self-loathing

A/N: Surprise! I somehow got this chapter done in just a week, and it just so happens to be the last one! If the winds are with me, the epilogue should be out next Friday. But I just want to take a second and thank everyone who is read, commented, reblogged, liked. It means everything to me to get to play in this sandbox, and I really appreciate all the love!

Sharp Memorial Hospital, almost 12 years ago

“One more big push, honey. One more and then you can have a little rest!” The OBGYN urged.

“I can’t! I can’t do this!” Buttercup sobbed, head falling forward as she panted. She felt like she’d been at this for days. She hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. Everything hurt. She missed her bed. She missed the little home she lived in with Jake. She missed not being in pain.

“Shhh, Buttercup. It’s okay.” Jake soothed from his seat on a little stool right by her head.

One gesture from him and the room silenced. He’d been her rock through this whole ordeal, never once leaving her side, never complaining about not getting any sleep or how hard the couch was. He rubbed her feet and her back, fed her ice chips, snuck her a little snack because frankly the hospital’s No Eating While in Labour rule was fucking barbaric. He wasn’t about to make his wife starve herself for over a day on the off chance that she would need surgery. Without letting go of her hand, he stood and propped himself on the bed in front of her. She had opted to push on her hands and knees. Perhaps not the most dignified position, but it was the one she felt most comfortable in. Or at least, the position she had felt the most comfortable in. Honestly, she hadn’t known comfort in over 12 hours.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed quietly, squeezing his hand as another contraction rocked her body. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.” It wasn’t Jake’s Texan drawl that comforted her now. It was Hangman’s no-nonsense voice that cut through the sleep deprivation and pain. “I know you’re scared, darlin’. I know you’re hurting. I know you want this to be over. You’ve been a fucking rockstar all fucking day and you deserve a break. Now, I’m going to come sit in front of you on the bed, okay?” Jake peeked around at the doctor to make sure it was alright before moving the pillows and sitting against the headboard. “You’re going to put your hands on my shoulders and you’re gonna squeeze so damn tight that you’re going to receive a citation for damaging military property. But you’re going to give us one more big push. Our babies need you right now. Okay?”

Buttercup couldn’t help but nod. Not when she was looking into the beautiful green eyes of the man she loved. She could do this. She could be brave and face the pain, the fear. For him. For their two beautiful babies.

Her next contraction came and went in a flurry of activity. She couldn’t remember the pain or the fear. But she could remember the nurse handing her a squirming baby girl before handing Jake the scissors and letting him cut the cord.

“Baby number 2 is on the way, but you should have a few minutes to cuddle with baby number one before you need to get back to work, mama,” Dr. Friedman smiled at the family of 3 while swapping out her gloves.

“She’s beautiful, darlin’.” Jake pressed a kiss to Buttercup’s sweat-slick forehead. “You still like her name?”

Buttercup nodded, panting heavily as she leaned against him, cradling their daughter between their bodies. “Abigail Juliet Seresin. Want to hold her?”

Jake took the tiny girl in his arms and felt something inside of himself melt. The most perfect little being in the world, and she was half him, half Buttercup. “Hey Abby,” he murmured, hearing a monitor start to beep more rapidly. “I’m your daddy. The total badass that was just holding you is your mama. And your sibling is on their way, I think, so I’m going to pass you off to this lovely nurse to hold you so I can help your mama.”

With one more big push, another flurry of activity, and a sigh of relief, their second daughter entered the world. Jake scooped Buttercup into his arms to help her settle into a more comfortable position before the nurse handed her the second squalling baby. Abby was wrapped in a light pink blanket and deposited in her father’s arms.

“Charlotte…” Buttercup murmured, limbs shaking with exhaustion. “Charlotte Delta Seresin.”

Jake couldn’t help the tear that came to his eye. “They’re perfect. You’re perfect.”

Neither were aware of what the nurses were doing around them, and they didn’t really care. Both were enamoured with their daughters. Their family.

Staring at his three girls, Jake made a vow. A vow that would supersede any he made to the military. He would do whatever it takes to be there for his family. To protect them. He would never, ever stop fighting for them.

London, England, Now

Everything had been packed into her duffle bag. Childcare had been arranged. There had even been a convenient black cab sitting outside of her house. And then…he was there.

“Jake?”

The man in question stood at her front gate, a bouquet of pink roses in one hand and a gym bag in the other. The black cab idling behind him trundled down the street as they stared at each other.

He looked as tired as she felt, and she felt the heavy press of guilt weigh down on her shoulders. She had done that to him. She had left him behind, left Charlie behind, and he had to deal with the consequences of her actions.

One hand lingering on her front gate, he offered a tentative smile. “Hey Buttercup.”

“What…” She swallowed back the emotions suddenly clogging her throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, it took about ten seconds for me to realize that I didn’t want you to go. I would’ve been here earlier, but organizing childcare, last-minute flights, someone to take over ranch business…” He sighed and shrugged. “It took a bit to get everything settled. But I’m here now because I realized something.” He reached over and opened the latch to her gate, swinging it open to let himself in. In two strides, he was standing at the foot of her stairs.

“What did you realize?” she murmured.

He handed her the flowers, his hand lingering to give hers a tight squeeze. “I realized that I listened to you give all sorts of reasons for why you couldn’t stay, and I gave you reasons why you could. But I never gave you the reasons why I want you to stay.”

She pulled the flowers up to her nose to give herself a moment to compose herself. Never in a million years did she think that he would follow her. Not when she was the one who left. But there he was, standing on her front stoop in London, giving her flowers and wanting to talk to her.

She sniffled. “Let’s go inside.”

Jake nodded gratefully and stepped up to stand at her back as she fumbled with unlocking the door again. “Is Abby home? I’d love to see her but this conversation…I don’t think it can wait.”

She turned her head back to look at him, so handsome in his red flannel and blue jeans. “She’s at a friend’s house. Bob dropped her off before going to work. Where’s Charlie?” Her heart ached, remembering how Charlie had refused to even meet her gaze as they had packed into the airport taxi.

“With Nat and Javy.”

She nodded and let him into the house, dropping her duffle onto the floor and guiding him into the living room. “I’m just going to get some water for these,” she murmured. “Do you want something to drink?”

Jake shook his head, staring around the room as she disappeared into the kitchen. Being in her space felt natural. Almost like he had been there before. The dark teal walls set off the walnut furniture, and he recognized a few of the paintings hanging from the walls, prints that she had mentioned over a decade ago that she loved. Photos of her family lined the mantlepiece. Most were of Buttercup and Abby, but there were some photos of Bob and Natasha as well. The whole space felt homey, lived in, in a way that he hadn’t expected. He could see why she had wanted to come back. This was a home she had built for herself. He’d be hesitant to give it up too, if he had been in her shoes.

A light clearing of the throat turned his attention back to Buttercup, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “Do you want to sit?” She gestured to the soft suede couch, and he took a seat on one end, green eyes following her as she settled into an armchair next to him, a small side table in between them. The silence stretched between them as Buttercup picked her fingernails, staring down at her hands. Jake could only watch her, all the words he wanted to say building up in his chest.

“I’m sorry—”

“I wanted to tell you—”

Their words mixed together in a jumble until they stopped and grinned at each other, embarrassment painting their features.

“Do…do you want to go first?” Jake offered, noting the almost desperate look in her eyes.

She nodded; eyes fixed on her fingernails. “I’m sorry. I never…I mean, it wasn’t supposed to. Jake, what I’m trying to say is…” She nearly growled in frustration. “I was going to type up everything I wanted to say to you on the flight and memorize it so that this wouldn’t happen.”

“Flight? You were coming to see me?” He could feel the hope blossoming in his chest, and he fought to push it down, smother it so as to not scare her off.

“I…” she blushed. “Yeah. I wanted to talk to you. How I left…it wasn’t fair. To you or Charlie or Abby. I wanted to clear the air…maybe, try to fix things. If you wanted to.”

A small grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “Yeah. Yeah, I want to.”

Her responding smile was a weak, nervous thing, and he reached out his hand to grasp hers. “I’m sorry, too.” She opened her mouth to argue, but he squeezed her hand, silently urging her to let him speak. “I probably shouldn’t have taken you to bed that night. Not because I didn’t want to. God, I wanted to. I’d basically been white knuckling it since I dove into that hotel pool after you, and when you told me to kiss you, I kinda lost my grip.”

“You lost your grip?” Her voice was incredulous, and he grinned in response.

“You’ve always been able to knock me off my game, Buttercup. It’s one of the things I love most about you.” He smiled at her, squeezing her hand as she blushed. “But I should’ve known what that would do to you, to us. Especially since we didn’t get a chance to talk about it and what it meant.”

She nodded, tilting her head to look at him. “What…what did it mean?”

He huffed a sigh, leaning his head back against the suede sofa. “Jesus, Buttercup…it meant everything to me. Holding you again, feeling you again…” He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. “It felt like things were finally back to normal. I woke up with you in my arms again after almost 12 years. I got to kiss your cheek that morning as I snuck out of bed to make our family breakfast. I got to hang out with both my daughters. We were planning a full day of fun family activities, and it felt so fucking domestic that the Jake from 15 years ago probably would’ve punched me in the dick for being so soft.” He grinned at the soft rasp of her chuckle. “And yeah, I was pretty pissed off when you told me you were leaving. I saw my daughter hurting and I was hurting, and I lashed out at you.”

“I deserved it.”

He was already shaking his head before she could get the words out. “Not like that, you didn’t. I basically told you the same shit I did 12 years ago when you told me you wanted to take the job out here. I didn’t listen to you. And looking at this place, who can blame you for wanting to come back?” He looked around again, wishing the walls could talk. Wishing they would tell him stories of the 12 years he missed out on because he was such a stubborn prick. “You built a life for yourself and Abby out here. You should be proud.”

“And you should hate me.” Her words, gasped out through a sob, brought his attention back to her like a shot. “I abandoned you again. I couldn’t keep my shit together long enough to have a real, adult conversation with you because I was so fucking scared that, if I did, I would stay. We would stay and things would be so fucking good between us, because they were also so fucking good between us, and then the other shoe would drop and I would end up hurt again, except this time Abby would choose you because I’m the monster who keeps fucking up, so I would end up all alone, and I’ve worked so hard to be okay with being alone but I don’t think I would be able to recover from being with you again.” Hot tears streaked down her cheeks, her breaths coming out in heavy pants as she tried to catch her breath. “And I was so damn scared of being vulnerable with you, but it was so damn easy to fall back in step beside you. The dinner, and the football game, and the party, and all these little moments where I found myself slipping, found myself having to remind myself that we weren’t married anymore, and it was scary.” She mopped at her eyes with the sleeves of her oversized sweater and sniffled. “I like who I am better when I’m with you. The scary things aren’t so scary when you’re by my side.” Her admission was so quiet that he had to lean in to hear her. “But needing you like that? I knew it would only hurt me more if I let myself need you again and lost you anyway.”

“You’re not going to lose me again,” he murmured, thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand.

“You don’t know that.”

“What I know…” He tugged her hand so that she turned to face him. “What I know is that I’m going to fight for you, fight to keep you in my life again. Because I like who I am better when I’m with you too. I’m less of a condescending prick when you’re around. I don’t take stupid, unnecessary risks when I know that I’ve got you to go home to. I don’t…” He cleared his throat, ready to admit the one thing he had never spoken aloud to anyone, not even his therapist. “I don’t feel the pull to get back in the air when I know that the best thing in my life is on the ground. I just never realized that until I lost you.” With another tug at her hand, he pulled her onto the couch beside him. “I told you that I gave you all sorts of reasons why you could stay, but I never told you why I wanted you to stay.” He raised a hand to brush the tears from her watery eyes, broad palm cupping her cheek. “I want you to stay because of how warm and happy the house feels when you’re in it. I want you to stay because of how much lighter Charlie is with you in her life. I want you to stay because you make Rooster less of a miserable dick.” Her snort of laughter made him paused, heart warming at the sound. “I want you to stay because my life hasn’t been the same since you walked out of our home that night, divorce papers signed on the kitchen table with your wedding ring on top.” His thumb skimmed across her cheekbone, and he let those words that were burning in his chest escape. “I want you to stay because I love you and I want to give us another chance.”

Buttercup crumpled into his chest, Jake’s arms going around her to hold her close as the words sank in. He felt safe and warm. He felt like home.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Jake only moved to go get Buttercup a glass of water from her kitchen. That had been another peek into her life here. The walls were a light burgundy, cabinets a light grey with silver fixtures and appliances. When he returned, he pressed the glass into her hand before allowing her to curl up into him again, her tears starting to clear.

“How don’t you hate me? I hate me.” Her quiet, ragged voice broke their silence.

“I think maybe that’s the problem,” he murmured, pressing a quiet kiss to her hair. “I never hated you. I tried to, but the more I tried, the less I hated you. It was like…by trying to rationalize hating you, I ended up playing Devil’s advocate for why you left.” He chuckled quietly. “I kept coming to your defence against myself. I guess I just don’t have it in me to hate you. But you…” His firm but gentle hand traced her cheek before tipping her chin up to meet his gaze. “You’ve always been harder on yourself than anyone around you. And I get that. I practically invented that. Part of what made me fall in love with you is that you have the same drive to be perfect, to be the best at everything. That’s what made me the best at Top Gun. That’s what’s made you an award-winning author and a fucking incredible mother. When you got sick, I think maybe you kept blaming yourself for it not being perfect, which only made it worse?”

Buttercup nodded against his fingers on her chin and sighed. “My therapist and I talked about it a lot. I’ve been working on letting go of trying to be perfect, but it’s hard to reconcile with. I did a lot of damage.”

“So did I,” Jake murmured back. “I was basically a team pariah before you came along and turned me into a half decent human being. And maybe if I had admitted to someone—to Mav or Penny or my grandfather—that we needed help, that we were struggling, then maybe I could’ve gotten us both help before divorce became the only option. But living in Texas, having my grandfather around, it really helped. When I was struggling, he told me that I had to work on forgiving myself for letting us fall apart. It took a long time, longer than it should have.” He chuckled morosely and ran a hand over his hair. “Mav always used to tell us that we couldn’t afford to think in the cockpit. That we had to act on instinct and not get caught up in our mistakes. Letting you go, getting divorced? Those are the mistakes that I could never move past. Maybe because I knew I needed to fix them? I don’t know. But I was finally able to forgive myself for the part that I played. And this isn’t going to work if you don’t do the same.”

Fresh tears spilled over Buttercup’s cheeks. “But what if we do try again and it doesn’t work?”

“What if it does work?” He tugged her close and brushed away her tears. “What if it does work and it ends up being incredible?” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, reveling in the way she melted against him at the simple touch. “Don’t you think it’s worth it to try?”

Lips trembling, Buttercup met Jake’s green gaze. “You’re worth it,” she whispered through her tears. “You always have been. I just don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You won’t.” Jake’s soft, Texan drawl brooked no argument. “We’ve worked through our crap. We know what to look out for. We know how to communicate better than we did before. And we’ve got a whole team behind us who want us to succeed.” He smiled down at her, so soft and full of love that the last of Buttercup’s defences melted away. “I love you, Buttercup. I always have and I always will. I know we’ve got a ton of logistical bullshit to figure out, like where to live and—”

“Actually—” Buttercup cut him off with a small, sheepish grin. “I might have talked to my company before you got here.”

Jake went impossibly still. “You did?”

She shrugged shyly. “Bob made a good point. I’m the one with the awards, I’m the one with my name on the covers of the books. I should be the one in charge. So…I pointed that out to them. And after a few ultimatums and making one of the lawyers cry, we were able to come to an agreement.” The hope in Jake’s eyes made her chest ache. She reached out and trailed a soft hand over his cheek. “I might have to keep some strange hours, and I need to come back for in-person meetings once a quarter, but otherwise…they’re alright with me working from home. In Texas.”

Jake’s responding whoop of excitement had her covering her ears for all of a second before he scooped her off the couch and spun her around.

“Whoa, whoa, easy cowboy!” Buttercup laughed, hands on his broad chest to steady herself.

“You’re sure this is okay with you?” Jake breathed; face so close to hers that his breath fanned over her.

“I…I want to try again.” Buttercup teared up as she said the words, but she knew them to be true. The truest words she had ever spoken. “I love you, Jake Seresin. I don’t think I ever stopped. And I want to move to Texas to try this again with you.”

Jake’s smile was more brilliant than the Sun. “As you wish, Buttercup.”

Buttercup launched herself into his arms, the arms that had held her and kept her safe for so long, as she heard a key jangle in the door.

“Mum?”

“Abby, darling, I told you. Your mother has gone on a little trip. She will be back soon.” Genevieve’s lilting voice held no admonishment, only reminder.

“We’re in here,” Buttercup called through a laugh, head buried in Jake’s chest.

“Mum?” She could hear Abby coming closer. “Did you miss your flight? Where were you go—DAD!” Not willing to let go of his Buttercup, Jake extended an arm and wrapped Abby up into their embrace. “What are you doing here? Where’s Charlie? What’s going on? Mum, why are you crying?”

Buttercup gently soothed her through her tears, a bright smile on her face. “Shh, babe. It’s alright. I was going to go back to Texas to talk things through with your father, but he beat me here. And…” She smiled brightly at Jake. “I think we came to a solution that will make everyone happy.”

“Oh, that is wonderful news!” Genevieve cooed from her place in the doorway.

Jake turned to smile at her and stilled. “Buttercup?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is a French supermodel standing in your living room?”

The three ladies laughed at Jake’s astonished face. “You must be Jake Seresin. I have heard so much about you from Robert.” Genevieve extended one perfectly manicured hand out and he shook it dazedly.

“Robert?”

“Did I hear my name?” Bob’s voice called from the front door. A few steps brought him to the living room, where he wrapped an arm around Genevieve’s shoulders. “Hi sweetheart.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek and Jake’s mouth dropped even further.

“Bonjour, mon amour.”

Jake tilted his head to whisper in Buttercup’s ear. “Your brother is dating a French supermodel?”

Before she could do more than giggle, Buttercup heard her front door open again.

“You know, y’all should really change the locks after someone moves out.” Natasha’s voice boomed through the house. “I know it’s only been like two days but c’mon.”

Buttercup’s head whipped towards Jake. “I thought you said Charlie was with Nat and Javy?”

He grinned, so cocky and self-assured. “I did. I just never said where Charlie, Nat and Javy were.” He pressed a small kiss to her cheek. “You didn’t think that I would fly across an ocean to visit my wife and leave our daughter home alone, did you?”

Buttercup flushed because, well, that’s exactly what she had been planning to do.

“We’re in here!” Abby shouted, practically vibrating with excitement.

Charlie bounded around the corner and, without hesitation, launched herself at her mother. “I’m sorry!” she cried. “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye!”

Gasping for breath, Buttercup wrapped her arms around her daughter and squeezed. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m the one who is so sorry. I shouldn’t have left. I was scared.”

Charlie nuzzled into her mother’s chest. “Scared?”

“Yeah, honey.” Buttercup reached out an arm and pulled Abby close too. “But I’m not anymore. Your dad and I talked, and he helped me realize that I can’t let my fears rule my life. It’s not fair to anyone.”

“And what does that mean?” Bob asked, one hand resting on Genevieve’s back. He reached over to hug Natasha close as she came further into the house, Javy in tow.

“Yeah, I’d like to know that myself.” Nat cocked an eyebrow at her.

“It means…” She smiled over at Jake, who couldn’t help himself. He pressed a slow, sweet kiss to her lips, feeling everything in his life click into place, like the puzzle that was his life was finally complete. “It means that we’re going home. We have a lot of work to do, and it might not be perfect, but it’s worth it. We are worth it.”

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