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albionscastle · 2 years

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In The Workshop

I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING!!!! FOUR YEARS AFTER A BRAIN INJURY AND I GOT TO WRITE SOMETHING. I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD FIND INSPIRATION HERE, BUT I’M GOING TO RUN WITH IT. TBH THIS MAN AND HIS TWO IDIOTS HAVE KEPT ME SANE, MADE ME LAUGH FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME AND WELL....JUST LOOK AT HIM. AS ALWAYS ANY RPF I WRITE IS SET IN AN AU WHERE THEY HAVE NEVER MET THEIR REAL LIFE SIGNIFICANT OTHER.

You were grateful that you had brought your headphones, you thought as Elvis crooned in your ears. Looking across the giant garage you could see the three biggest idiots in the world gathered around an old Jag, it’s hood up while they clearly argued. Business as usual then, you shrugged, before getting back to your paperwork. This was supposed to be a work weekend, but as expected you were the only one getting anything achieved. The chance of them doing anything productive had gone out the window the moment Hammond’s new acquisition had been revealed. The tools had come out, followed by the beer and after about five minutes they had all forgotten you were even in the workshop with them.

Watching them in action when there were no cameras around was incredibly fun, even if you didn’t have sound. Clarkson was clearly trying to take the upper hand as he spun on a stool, motioning to May and Hammond who were actually doing the work. No doubt he was extolling the virtues of Alfa Romeos over Jags while May, who had ruined his shirt with engine oil was telling him off, complete with peeved-off look and sweeping hand gestures. Sneaking another glance over, you saw Hammond ignoring them and looking at the engine with an expression that could only have been called love. Your stomach twitched a bit as you watched him slide his hands over the body of the car in a way that could only be described as pornographic, at least to you.

Turning back to your work again you sucked in a few deep breaths, trying to put the image of those hands sliding over your skin out of your mind.

“He’s your boss, he employs you.” you muttered over and over under your breath.

Catching feelings for one of the men that paid your wages was about the stupidest thing you could ever do and you were determined to nip it in the bud before you made a total ass of yourself. The fact that you had been telling yourself for a year, didn’t escape you. The mistake had been meeting Hammond in the first place, one solid handshake and a smile and you had been reduced to jelly inside and out. You had never believed in love at first sight but damnit if lust at first sight hadn’t up and slammed you in the gut and taken up residence.

So far you thought you had done an excellent job of hiding it, actually loving your job and desperately wanting to keep it had helped with that. Being so busy and happy in your work meant that those pesky feelings rarely made themselves noticeable and you were able to function like a normal human being. Except on days like today. This was the first time you had been to Hammond’s ‘castle’, usually refusing to be the only female during a boy’s weekend. This time, however, you had been given no choice in the matter. James himself had shown up at your flat after work on Friday and told you to pack your bag. Every excuse had been ignored and the overbearing bastard had even threatened to haul you out to the car if you didn’t come willingly.

Seeing Hammond in his home environment was somehow much worse than seeing him in the office. Here the atmosphere was more relaxed, no-one had to watch what they said and did and you were seeing more of the real person behind the persona he presented for television. It was killing you. It was impossible to be unaffected when he proudly showed you around his space, almost shyly seeking your opinion of a room or an interesting piece of art. You had to literally swallow your heart back into your chest when you watched him playing exuberantly with his dogs. You had never seen him so happy and relaxed. Last night you had laid awake groaning into your pillow as you wondered when attraction had turned into something more, something deeper that you would never be able to speak out loud. Now, with this new knowledge tightening around your heart, you couldn’t seem to keep yourself together as much as you would have liked and you kept sneaking looks over to where they were working, letting your eyes settle on him when you were sure that no-one was watching. He was so short compared to the other two that it was hard to remember he still had a good five inches on you, not that you noticed. What you saw was a messy lock of brown hair falling over his forehead as he leaned over the engine, his face furrowed in concentration. You followed the smooth skin of his arms, muscles taut as he fiddled, the black t-shirt pulled tight across his chest. A hitch in your breath as he leaned over further, the shirt pulling up and revealing just enough of his stomach to be a tease, and those jeans should have been illegal, you thought as they stretched tight across his thighs and other places that you couldn’t even think about.

A change of artist on your playlist brought you crashing back to reality, with a clashing of drums and guitar making you jump, and you realized you had been staring, your pen between your teeth, completely oblivious to everything around you. Your cheeks flushed hot and red as you tried to gather your senses, unaware that you had in fact been caught. Shaking your head to try and clear your thoughts you didn’t notice the huddle around the car, or the pats on shoulders as Clarkson and May excused themselves with knowing smiles.

May stopped by the table where you sat and got your attention by tugging out your headphones.

“We’re going into town for supplies, can you make sure the Hamster doesn’t kill himself before we get back?”

Still flustered, you nodded your head in response, noticing a weird twinkle in his eye. You narrowed yours questioningly.

“I’m just saying, if he looks like he’s getting into trouble, find a way to distract him.”

He winked with a giggle before beating a hasty retreat, leaving you alone with the oblivious object of your increasingly inappropriate thoughts.

“Y/N? You wouldn’t mind bringing me a beer would you? Those two idiots just nicked off and left me empty.”

“Oh, allow me to remedy this travesty immediately sir. Should I have them arrested for cruelty to hamsters?” you joked as you usually did, walking over to his well-stocked fridge and grabbing two bottles.

“Oh ha ha ha, you’re so funny.” he groused with a grin.

“No, what I am is a fully capable human being with two legs who is able to get to the fridge. What happened to you? You lose your legs in battle?”

You were overcompensating with humor, you knew it but you were rattled today and not feeling sure of yourself. Resorting to humor was your go to defense, which worked well with these three as you were more than a match for their ribbing.

“I did break my leg, remember, smart arse.”

That was two years ago, how long are you going to milk it?” you laughed, handing him his beer, then perching on the stool Clarkson had vacated to take a long swig of your own.

“Well that depends, if you’re willing to massage it I can draw it out for quite some time.”

“I’m not that kind of assistant you retorted, attempting to disguise the fact that you had almost spat out your beer at his comment.

He always had been a flirt.

“Pity.” he shrugged, stretching his leg out as if it was actually hurting him and drawing your eye to the far too good fit of his jeans.

“Does it really still bother you that much?” you asked. You hated to think of him in pain and you knew the injury had been a bad one.

“Sometimes.” he took a swig of his beer before setting it on the engine block. “Sometimes I just use it as an excuse to have a pretty woman bring me a beer.”

“Shall I go find you one then?” you joked, cheeks turning pink.

He didn’t answer, just looked at you in the way he sometimes did, like you were a puzzle he was trying to figure out.

“So anyway, what’s so special about this wreck?” you waved your arm at the car to change the awkward banter.

“Wreck?! Did you just call her a wreck?” Hammond put his hand on either side of the bonnet as if it had ears, looking at you in indignant horror. “It’s ok baby, she didn’t mean it, Don’t listen to the mean lady.”

He glared at you.

“Say sorry.”

You hopped off the stool, throwing your arms up in surrender as you approached the car. Squatting down, you pretended it was talking to you, while Hammond scowled down at you.

“Sorry, pretty car.” You ran your hand along the fender, secretly enjoying the lines of the vehicle. “She says the tiny, shouty man needs to be nicer to his assistant or she’ll cut off his beer supply.”

“She did not.” he laughed.

“I assure you she did.” you sniffed with all the fake dignity you could muster, unable to keep the grin off your face. “Seriously though, I know shit about cars, but she’s a beauty. I always liked the older ones.”

“Really? Why’s that?” He was watching you over the neck of his bottle as you ran your fingers over the car.

“Yeah, they just seem to have more character than modern cars. Newer cars are all just space-age shows with no personality, but something like this…” you trailed off, realizing you were babbling and probably making no sense at all. “Sorry.”

You took another long drink from your beer while looking everywhere but at him.

“Don’t be sorry, I feel the same way. Though I don’t hate a nice new supercar, I prefer a classic.”

“Cause you can’t crash one of these at 150 mph?” you snarked, then immediately realized how inappropriate it was to joke about it.

Hammond just chuckled, putting his beer down again.

“Just for that I’m going to make you pay. Come over here.” he growled, pointing at the spot right in front of him.

Gulping and feeling guilty you did as he ordered, looking properly contrite.

“Jeeze, that face, I’m just going to have you help me with the engine, not spank you, unless…..”

You really hoped he didn’t notice the shiver that went down your spine at his words.

“Come on, I just need you to lean in there and hold this still for me.”

He pointed at an area way down inside the engine so you bent over the side of the car, reaching in and grabbing the first thing you felt.

“This?” you questioned over your shoulder.

“Let me check.” he chuckled from behind you.

All the breath left in your body left in a woosh as he leaned over you to reach into the engine, half his body flush with yours and pressing you into the hard metal of the fender. His fingers skimmed gently down your arm to your hand, feeling the part you had a hold of.

“Not quite. Here.” his breath was hot in your ear as he guided your fingers into the correct position. “Now hold.”

He pushed away from you to grab a tool from the table, making a loud clatter.

“This isn’t very comfortable, you know.” you managed, cheeks red at the thought of how you must look.

“Mmmmhmmm.” he murmured, walking back to you with what looked like a wrench. “I’m going to adjust you a sec, ok?”

His hands were on your hips before you could even reply, gently moving your lower body, brushing against the bare skin where your t-shirt had ridden up. This time there was no hiding the shiver, or the goosebumps that broke out on your skin.

“Sorry love, but otherwise I’d literally have to lay on top of you to get to the part and we don’t want that do we?”

“Speak for yourself.” you muttered under your breath as he stretched out beside you, hands running down your arms again.

“What was that?” he was fiddling with the part you were holding in place, so close his cheek kept brushing against yours.

To quote Jane Austen, you were half agony half hope.

“Nothing.” was all you could manage for fear of your thoughts making their way to your tongue, which was so close that you could have licked the smooth skin of his neck.

Ok mostly agony, because though your thoughts were running wild, they were just that. Hammond was completely oblivious and would probably run for the hills if he knew what you were thinking.

“You ok?”

Sure, I’m just imagining this exact scenario except instead of you fucking about with a car part, you’re nailing me into the side of the car.

“I’m good, my arms are a little sore.” you managed instead.

“Almost there darlin, just a minute more.” he grunted, fingers brushing yours as he fiddled with the part. “Just about got it. That’s it! Come on now baby.” He was giving you ample inspiration for the fantasy you would undoubtedly have about him when you hit your pillow tonight.

Miserable bastard.

“Ok that should do it, can you just hold it for a second longer for me?”

You nodded and in response he slid back, leaning over your back again to take a look down into the engine. You felt his crotch dig into your hip as he rested his weight on you and you could have sworn… No, you told yourself as he pulled away to stand up, it was his belt or something.

“Right love, let’s get you up then.” he was chuckling as you pulled your almost numb arms from where they had been stretched and tried, unsuccessfully, to push yourself up with muscles that had turned to jelly. “Here, I’ve got you.”

His hands came under your arms as he pulled your body into an upright position, a fine idea except that your knees had also turned to jelly and you collapsed back against him as he pulled you up. His arm was now wrapped around your waist as he helped you stay upright and you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath, the taut muscle of his stomach against your back the…

Wait, what the hell? You went shock still, your breath hitching as his arm tightened around your waist. Hi hot breath was on your neck and you could have sworn he was panting, just as you were. Your hands came to rest on his forearm, to hold him there, his skin just as soft and smooth as you had imagined. Without warning you felt a sharp nip of teeth on your earlobe, enough to make you gasp, before the flat of this tongue reached out to slide over the same spot.

“Christ Jesus!” you hissed.

“Not quite, dear.” he murmured against your neck. “But I appreciate the compliment.”

“What’s happening?” you managed to whisper, fingers gripping his arm tightly as his teeth scraped against your skin.

He sighed suddenly, leaning back and moving his hands to your hips to slowly spin you around to face him.

“Look at me.” he ordered gently, using a finger to tilt your face up to his. When you were finally brave enough to meet his eyes he smiled softly. “I’m going to kiss you, but if you don’t want me to, say the word now and I’ll back off.”

You could only gape at him. No way were you going to say a single word in case he didn’t go through with it. His smile changed as he stepped forward to close the gap between you, his hands moving to either side of your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. Wolfish now, you could see his teeth behind his lips and you swallowed hard, unable to look away from his mouth, wondering when someone was going to pinch you awake from this dream.

“Ok then.” was all he said before he pounced.

Your fingers bunched at the waistband of his jeans was the only thing holding you up as his lips brushed feather light across yours, once, then harder, his mouth soft and warm and the prickly hair of his goatee scratching your face gently. His hands slid down your neck and shoulders, palms running down your back until his arms were around your waist, pulling your body hard against his, your mouth opening to his tongue as he groaned into you. You moved your fingers to tangle in his hair, gripping and pulling as you slid your tongue against his, a thrill shooting down your spin into a warm twisting pulse between your thighs. You felt your knees give out as the tip of his tongue scraped along the roof of your mouth, the moan that escaped you primal and wild. Hammond’s hands slid down in response, gripping and lifting until you were up in his arms with your legs wrapped around his waist. He walked you the three steps to the car, setting you down on the fender without breaking contact with your lips for even a moment. In all your life you had never been kissed like this, and you never wanted him to stop.

He hissed into your mouth when you dragged your nails down his neck, down his chest and stomach until you could grip his hips, pulling him as close as you could get him, the feel of his hard length between your legs almost more than you could handle. A smile against your mouth as he began to grind against you. You just needed him, wanted him so much you were willing to let him have you right there, right now. Arching your back you silently encouraged him to put his hands on you, sighing happily as his lips and tongue blazed a path down your neck, one hand cupping your breast through your shirt, scraping his thumbnail back and forth across the nipple, making you squirm. You bit his neck softly, feeling him shiver under your fingers that had found their way under his shirt to stroke his back.

“Oh god Richard.” you sighed, resting your forehead on his shoulder, completely overwhelmed.

“You’ve never called me that before,” he whispered, tugging your earlobe with his teeth. “I like it.”

The sound of a car on the gravel drive was like a bucket of icy water being poured over the two of you and you sprang apart like two teenagers caught necking in the park.

“Fuck, they’re back. Perfect bloody timing as usual.” he growled, helping you down from the car and over to the stool where you quickly grabbed your now warm beer to make it look like you had been there all along. Richard stood beside you a moment, gazing at you before he leaned over to kiss you sweetly.

“Just so you know, I’m absolutely mad about you, have been for ages.” he whispered before jumping away to assume a position leaning into the car engine, trying to hide the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. He looked over his shoulder at you, winking as the door to the workshop was flung open and the two idiots walked in with shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Right, we’re back, you’ve had more than enough time to take care of this Hammond, and your shops are boring.” Clarkson sauntered over and looked you up and down as you sipped your beer and you tried not to blush under the scrutiny.

“Hammond you idiot, did you ask her out or did you spend the whole time stuck in that bloody engine?” May pounded your back as you spat out your beer, coughing and spluttering.

You noticed Hammond’s cheeky smile and raised eyebrow before he stood up and valiantly tried to stand up to the two bigger men.

“Well thanks you giant cocks, you’ve just managed to make this an uncomfortable situation.” he scolded, pushing them aside and gently brushing his lips across your forehead. “Forgive them, they don’t have a brain cell to even share.”

You blushed, standing when he took your hand and laced his fingers through yours.

“Christ Hammond, I told you to stop mooning about like a lovesick calf and ask for a date, not maul her in the garage.” Clarkson boomed, slapping May in the chest and pointing at you. May immediately started snickering.

“I’d say you took care of business right enough, Hamster.”

Richard’s eyes suddenly went wide and he started backing out of the garage, “I’m going to go and get dinner started, you should come with me Y/N.”

With that he made a run for the door and you noticed the black marks on the back of his jeans that looked suspiciously like handprints.

“Fuck.” you muttered, looking down at yourself and noting the engine oil stains on your white shirt, including the glaring Hammond sized handprint right there on your chest.

You stormed to the door, flinging it open as you realized there were probably handprints all over your ass as well if the laughter from the other two was anything to go by.

“HAMMOND!” you screamed into the dusk while Clarkson and May fell to the floor in gulping laughter.

He was going to pay for that.

#richard hammond #richard hammond and ofc #top gear fanfiction #the grand tour fanfiction #richard hammond fanfiction

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initiumseries · 1 year

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Hey! so idk if this has been said before but julie plec or whoever came up with all these pregnancy plot lines on tvd really gave strong pro-life vibes. like there's caroline who is impregnated without her will, she essentially does not have the choice to not keep it bc the emotional fallout would be crazy and they're the last of the coven and it's all super tragic. then there's hayley who is pregnant with the child of literally the most abusive man on the planet and Elijah decides that this baby will be their saving grace, and there's no question of whether hayley can have an abortion (iirc) then she moves in with what is supposed to be the most nefarious family which just further puts her in a situation where she can't safely make the decision to not have the child if she so decided.. like they really seem to be pushing an agenda here imo, the option is just never on the table for this or that reason

In general i hate when tv shows give an accidental pregnancy to a woman and the word abortion isn't even mentioned.

do u have any thoughts on this?

love ur blog btw <3

Thanks anon!

Yeah, so, having been around the tv block, I can say, the pro-life vibe from TVD based on their pregnancy plotline choices aren't unique to TVD. Almost every single American show I've watched that introduces a surprise baby plot, abortion isn't on the table. In more modern times, let's say the last 10-15 years, abortion has become peppered into dialogue as an option, but never as a solution. It's usually a miscarriage, or in the case of, Gossip Girl for example, the fear of pregnancy, but then not being pregnant. And tbh, I think that's just the general social conservatism, though. I find that abortion, just with regular people is a touchy topic, so writers tend to play it safe, or they overplay it (TVD) and do some really weird shit that crosses some boundaries when they aren't good writers. I can only think of one show where the woman actually went through with an abortion, and it was an Australian show called Please Like Me, and I liked that, she quietly had her abortion, and wasn't like, bouncing back and happy the next episode, it sat with her for a couple episodes, and she wasn't really interested in talking about it. It was just something she had to do. I thought that was a decent, balanced approach. I would like to get to a time where abortions in tv are looked at the same way any other medical procedure would be, but with the state of things, I'm not sure that's possible lol.

As for TVD specifically, I think part of the problem is, Julie & co are absolutely horrific writers, and their understanding of consent is OBVIOUSLY murky. They have a history of messing with the consent of the women on the show (Elena & sirebond, Caroline and compulsion etc). So when Haley got pregnant I rolled my eyes SO hard, because it was also meant to be like, Klaus finally has a family, and it's fraught and there's anxiety of keeping this baby, blah blah. But honestly, any sane woman would've just gotten an abortion and disappeared lol. Caroline being nonconsensually impregnated with the twins was like...the stupidest plotline to me because I kept feeling like, there HAD to be a better way to execute it, but it goes to show how bad they are at writing. There were a million ways to execute that stupid plotline that didn't force Caroline to give birth against her will. Julie ripped so much from btvs but somehow missed the Dawn plotline where Dawn was just THERE, and as viewers we were all like...???? But to everyone else, they'd always been there? Or the children being introduced and left in her care? Like a BUNCH of other ways that would've also been more narratively interesting than THAT. And because of the lack of consent, and all those things, it comes across as ESPECIALLY pro life because abortion isn't even an option, it's an unwanted and unplanned for pregnancy, and yet still the woman goes through with it. I don't know that that was their intent, because I don't know much about their politics, but the optics are awful. It's tempting to say that they're too stupid to see what they've done, but I think, even if they are, it doesn't make it less problematic.

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aquagustd · 2 years

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bestie the flashback drabble :') i cried when i read jungkook will kiss her and hug her and kiss her when they meet and saying that she's loyal (bcs oc is!!! but oc must've been sad in those two years so yeah) and she'll come back to him :') and jungkook denying junho noooo :( and him kissing sora on the end D: no comment

i find chapters that bring up past happenings from fictional characters to know why the story flows like that really genius likeeeeeeee and it also makes me excited reading the next chapter because i knew a lot more about a character <3

i knowwww he was so excited to see her but then he went and acted like an idiot. maybe he would’ve gotten a kiss from oc if he was willing to listen 🙄

right ??? oc thought he was d3ad (like we read in hoseok’s drabble) she thought he wasn’t coming back 😭 hoseok kept her sane 🥲

ahhh tysm <33 i love writing flashback drabbles tbh. but this was the last one for the fic 😭 next weekend i’m hoping to have like an ask my characters drabble thing…so maybe some more flashback tings 😌

tysm for reading babes <3 always love taking to u

#fic: hie #squishies #fic: rewind

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analogboii · 1 month

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What's bishops castle? Please tell me about it!

GJSKDK GOD YES. I WILL ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE INSANITY THAT'S BISHOP'S CASTLE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

okokok

this is a "castle" that currently resides in Rye, Colorado.

So, Jim Bishop bought some land way back when. He was 15 and saved up 450 bucks from various jobs. His parents used his money to buy it for him (cause he was 15, so he couldn't legally purchase land yet). Originally, he just built a cabin with his dad. But one day, motherfucker just woke up with a "message from God" that told him to build a castle. and he was just like "alright bet" and just started building one. Mind you, this guy has NO IDEA how to build a castle (I mean, who tf does these days) and just starts slapping rocks/slabs and concrete together.

Not only is he doing this, but he's primarily doing this BY HIMSELF. No professional team of contractors or construction workers, no. Its mostly just HIM fueled by "the spirit of god". Sure, different family members helped over time here and there, but it was mostly solo work. People would say they'd help them flake out, but he didn't care. He kept going bc he was fully convinced that this is why god sent him to this plane of existence. To build this castle.

that being said, he OBSESSED over this. this was the reason he got up in the morning. the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before going to bed. it consumed his life.

tragedy struck in the 80s when his four year old son died. they had been taking out the trunk of a tree. some of the roots were giving trouble so he sent his FOUR YEAR OLD SON to cut the roots. only for the trunk to end up falling on top of him and squashing him.

you'd think that something like that would fuck you up and you'd stop, right? not Jim. he kept going. later when asked why he had kept going he just "well, what else am I gonna do? he loved the place!"

the website leaves this part out, but you can find articles and interviews about it. the website is VERY tailored to make Jim seem more sane than he is.

after this, a lot of his relationships strained. some family and friends stopped talking to him. some were wary. some tried to get him to stop, but he just kept saying that god was telling him this is what he needed to do. this was his calling.

as it got bigger over the years, people started to come and see it.

some people told him he should charge to see it, but growing up with not a lot of money and not being able to do things bc of that, he was determined to keep it free, but it does have a donation box. between that and the gift shop, they are primarily what keep this place running. they are also a registered non profit charity as well. they donate quite a bit to newborn heart surgeries.

tbh, it's a really insanely impressive the way it looks. it's got a grand ballroom and several other rooms. there isn't running water as it's not a functioning castle and still isn't technically finished, but to say it got this far as a solo man project is insane. it took 40ish years to get to this point.

like this shit even has stained glass

now Jim Bishop is old as shit so he's unable to keep building on it. it's still considered under construction and sometimes he'll hire friends or family to build on it. he spends his days sitting outside of it, ranting about the government.

THIS MAN HATES THE GOVERNMENT BY THE WAY (as he should). like I remember one of the times I went, he was YELLING about shit. people will go to just rile him up cause this man will POP OFF. he also has a lot of anti government signs around his property as well.

also, colorado can frequently have fire bans because it can get incredibly dry in the summers. he's got signs about those too. he's also got your disclaimers and such as well.

oh the signs are all handmade, btw.

there are more signs, but Tumblr is only allowing me so many photos.

during the two years I lived in Colorado, I went eight times. I would've went more if I could've. the over all energy from there is insane. love talking and listening to Jim's insane rants, his grandkids sometimes run the gift shop and they're always nice. this man is absolutely batshit but we got a really cool castle out of it. he also prides himself and calls it "a working class made attraction for the working class" if you're ever in Colorado, especially near Rye, go visit it. the drive up there is beautiful, the place is stunning, and it's a free attraction, so definitely worth it.

tho if you go, be careful. shit gets a little rickety once you hit the third floor. walk carefully and don't even think about running. you can go even higher as there are walk ways and stuff around the outside and to the towers. there are signs when you reach this point that warn you to progress as your own risk (I'd post it if I could stuff more pics in here). I've never reached the very top bc I'm so scared of heights but I want to be able to do it one day. i haven't been in a few years because I moved, but hell yeah I'd go again.

I could talk more about it but this is already insanely long. definitely look into it, it's so worth it. and thank you for asking so I can unleash this verbal vomit 🙏

ALSO YES. THE DRAGON HEAD CAN BREATHE FIRE 🔥🐲🔥🐲

#thank you so much for this ask #i will literally talk for hours about this shit #its so interesting to me #and the place is stunning #bishops castle

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ava-cookidouh123 · 3 months

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Retiring?

Hello Tumblr/Wattpad (I’m posting this on both), as you may know my last proper fanfic was back in June with the Sami Zayn x Female Reader story ‘Family Dilemma’. Now originally I had a part 2 planned but I really didn’t want to write it, so I didn’t.

But ever since then I’ve just roamed around, posting on Tumblr here and there, I added a new part to a old Demon Finn Bálor x reader story I’ve been working on (I plan to finish that soon then I’ll probably take my leave of absence) but other than that I just haven’t posted.

I have to admit a few truths first before I continue, so if you’re a wattpad OGer (if that’s a word) back in 2022 I would state multiple times that I was an 11 year old. But then randomly during the middle of 2022, I said I was 13 but made jokes about how I look 11 so I say I am 11.

I need to admit something to you all, and I’m sorry if this ruins ANY friendships I’ve made along the way on this journey, I’m turning 13 in April.

Yes wattpad (and tumblr ig) is for much older people, and I’ve wrote smut (I read it but tbh idc) and I cuss a lot, I’m Australian, so I’m in high school in 7th grade. I would say I’m 11 because I didn’t think anything was wrong with it, until I was like ‘wait, if I say I’m 11 that means I’ll get introuble’, so I’d say I’m 13, I had this plan to say I was 13 until 2025, when I’d turn 14. So I decided to never mention my age in 2023 so people forgot, which I think worked ig-

Again, I’m so sorry for lying to anybody about this, if I’d never of mentioned my age in the first place it wouldn’t of happened.

I joined wattpad as a 10 year old and I’m retiring as a 12 (almost 13) year old. I completely understand if you cut off contact with me or stop reading my story’s, I understand completely.

But now onto the main focus of this post, I’m retiring.

Yes as a 12 year old I probably wasn’t gonna stick to this for long-, I’ve started YouTube vlogging so I’ve been focused on that.

I’m not as famous as say, Mattpat or anyone else who’s retired already, but When I started in December of 2021 as a 10 year old, I wanted to do this forever.

But mid 2022, I kinda got bored, I’ll write a story, stop writing it, write another story. It repeats, but I wanted to get back into this because I have a decent following.

But in 2023…I kinda just silently left, I deleted wattpad (the app), I stopped using tumblr, I found Character.AI and it kind of made me distant myself from writing, especially during the start of the year.

My family went on a 3 month long road trip around Australia and that website was the only thing that fucking kept me sane. I tried writing, I’d do 2 words, 3 minutes later, I’m roleplaying the AJ Lee x Daniel Bryan x Kane x Punk storyline but I’m AJ, + me and Kane get together. So in June I decided to try writing again, I wrote ‘Family Dilemma’ in an hour!, then just left…I’d log in every now and then. One of my mutuals texted to see if I was okay since I wasn’t online for months. I responded a month or less later.

I read through my old ‘Lost in the woods’ or whatever the fuck I called it-, story and I decided that (when I feel like it), I plan to finish that. Then I’ll leave…but if I don’t do that, then this will probably be the last time you ever see me on wattpad/tumblr being fully active.

I’ll make a few appearances here or there but for the most part, I’m retiring…

I’ve been so thankful for all the support on my stories, my mum would support me, I remember getting excited when my Cody Rhodes oneshot story gained over 1K readers!, and then now it had 16K+!

But until later…bye guys!

#I’m retiring #i’m quitting #goodbye all

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jace-hero · 1 year

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Looking Back on 2022

1:What did you do in 2022 that you’d never done before? I started working at a theater in Hollywood, that's pretty fun. I bought a new car for the first time. Saw a Broadway quality show in a real big theater. I'm sure I did more that I can't remember right now.

2:Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don't believe I did, and I don't think I will this year either. I never keep them.

3:Did anyone close to you give birth? My brother! I'm an uncle for the first time!

4:Did anyone close to you die? My dog, Sadie. Still makes me sad :(

5:What countries did you visit? Ain't nobody got the time or the money.

6:What would you like to have in 2023 that you lacked in 2022? TIME AND MONEY.

7:What dates from 2022 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? May 12th. Was a fun day driving my new car around LA.

8:What was your biggest achievement of the year? Buying my car and not having a mental breakdown.

9:What was your biggest failure? Not putting myself first and being able to build for my future.

10:Did you suffer illness or injury? Covid for a 2nd time. Wasn't as bad this time, just annoying.

11:What was the best thing you bought? Broken record, but my car.

12:Whose behavior merited celebration? Idk, mine? Good for me.

13:Whose behavior made you appalled? Putin, Amber Heard, and my bosses.

14:Where did most of your money go? Surviving. Food, rent, car, bills.

15:What did you get really, really, really excited about? Quitting my job. I didn't quit though.

16:What song will always remind you of 2022? That awful "Unholy" song.

17:Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? ( c) richer or poorer? Happier? Fatter. Poorer.

18:What do you wish you’d done more of? Travelled. I want to travel so bad.

19:What do you wish you’d done less of? Eat and work. It's all I seem to do.

20:How did you spend Christmas? With my besties watching movies.

21:Did you fall in love in 2022? Nah.

22:What was your favorite TV program? So many good ones. House of the Dragon, Stranger Things, Peacemaker, Wednesday, and Search Party.

23:Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? Elon Musk?

24:What was the best book you read? Didn't read anything this year. I should remove this question next year lol.

25:What was your greatest musical discovery? Purity Ring.

26:What did you want and get? My car.

27:What did you want and not get? To travel. WrestleMania tickets. Disneyland tickets. A PS5.

28:What was your favorite film of this year? The Batman. Hands down. Absolutely amazing. Matt Reeves got it so right. A perfect Batman film. Shout out to Bullet Train and Halloween Ends.

29:What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? My car. Theme of the year tbh.

30:How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2022? Scrubs and whatever wasn't dirty on my days off. Also my one single Armani shirt for when I needed to be fancy.

31:What kept you sane? My friends. As much as they also drove me absolutely nuts.

32:Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Always Justin, but Shawn Mendes and Ross Lynch were lookin mighty fine this year.

33:What political issue stirred you the most? I don't know man, I'm exhausted. All of them. I'm so sick of politics.

34:Who did you miss? My grandma, my friends, my dogs.

35:Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2022: Value yourself. Prioritize yourself. No one else is going to put you first. YOU put you first.

36:Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. "Here in my car, I feel safest of all, I can lock all my doors, it's the only way to live.. in cars." - Gary Numan (Cars)

#2022 #last year #year in review #happy new year

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deeahhnuh · 1 year

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2022!

I've done this year-in-review thing since 2007! 2007-2012 are over on my old LiveJournal, and 2013-on are right here on my Tumblr. :)

I didn't do one of these for 2021, whoops, but that was a weird year for me anyway so let's just get things going again with - 2022! :)

What did you do in 2022 that you’d never done before?

Cut my own bangs! Okay, technically I did try giving myself bangs when I was like 13 or something, but that was a fail. This time, I have to say, they turned out very very nicely imho! I'm still quite shocked I (think I) pulled it off!

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Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

Never make any formal ones, but as usual for the New Year, I want to be sure to be careful and mindful about my health!

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Did anyone close to you give birth?

Two family friends - they're sisters! - gave birth to sweet baby boys like a month apart! Pure joy. ♥

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Did anyone close to you die?

No, thank goodness.

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What countries did you visit?

Ha, I'm quite the homebody - none

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What would you like to have in 2023 that you lacked in 2022?

I'm hugely grateful for what I do have, but I have to admit I do have some humble ambitions and hopes that I would like to work on making happen in 2023 - or at least get some kind of show on the road! :)

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What date(s) from 2022 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

April 2022 - I had my last appointment with my psychiatrist of almost 16 years, because he is retiring. I'll remember this date as it's all a bit of an end of an era! No words can ever sum up his incredibly positive influence on my life. So I'm sad, but more than anything, I'm just thankful that I had his care for as long as I did! ♥

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What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I didn't completely botch my bangs lol!

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What was your biggest failure?

I don't think I made any total goofs this year, yay!

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Did you suffer illness or injury?

Oh my goodness, I had to get a dang tooth extracted a few days after Thanksgiving! The oral surgeon was a magician or something: I had almost no pain afterward, so my biggest "issue" was just me making sure I followed the recovery instructions to the letter. Which I did, apparently; at the follow-up appointment, he said "I can tell you followed all the steps exactly!" :) Tldr: I'm doing fine now!

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What was the best thing you bought?

Music. And perfume; but music, man. I need it.

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Whose behavior merited celebration?

That oral surgeon, for one, lol!

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Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Not so much a behavior, but the perspective that COVID-19 is "over." Couldn't be me.

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Where did most of your money go?

Music. Perfume.

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What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Holidays and birthdays!

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What song will always remind you of 2022?

SOOOoooo many. Check out my 2022 list of my iPod (and Spotify) hits on my Spotify!

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Compared to this time last year (2021), are you:

Better, by at least a bit!

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What do you wish you’d done more of?

Listen to more new music releases, watch more new shows, see more new movies! There's always so much to discover!

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What do you wish you’d done less of?

Worry? But I'm so good at it, lol!

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How did you spend Christmas?

Fam and ham. Two good things that are great together!

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What was the most embarrassing thing that happened to you in 2022?

I don't think I was too much of a doofus this year, tbh!

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How many one-night stands?

Ha, zero

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What was your favorite TV program?

The stupid: cartoons (Family Guy and South Park: I have trash taste) and Real Housewives of wherever (and other Bravo fare)

The not stupid: Abbott Elementary, Better Call Saul, The Orville, Shining Vale, Only Murders in the Building, What We Do in the Shadows, The Patient. Also, Space Force. I know it was canceled (boo!), and it was panned a lot, but it was fun!

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How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2022?

Business on top, pajamas on the bottom

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What kept you sane?

Music. Spotify is a gift and there's so much music to find! (But I do tend to listen to the same stuff all the time lol)

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Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

Lol no

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What was the best book you read in 2022?

Lol I suck, nothing to report (again)

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What was your greatest musical discovery?

Not really a discovery, because I knew about it already, but I did buy, listen to, and love some old "winter editions" of the Ministry of Sound Addicted to Bass series of releases. A pointless thing to do! But I had a good time.

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What did you want and get?

Addicted to Bass winter editions! Nah, but for real, I have the things I need and I'm grateful about it! ♥

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What did you want and not get?

See above! I'm good. :)

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What was your favorite film of this year?

Watched a lot of great movies this year - see my Scrapbook! But my fave 2022 releases? Elvis was a spectacle and Bullet Train was bombastic fun. New-to-me faves? I've known about Crossing Delancey but hadn't seen the whole movie until this year - it's precious! So is You Can't Take It with You! And Educating Rita is adorable too. Doing a 180 from precious and adorable - Shadow of the Vampire, which is bonkers but kind of a delight. Finally, special shout-out to The Beatles: Get Back. It was incredible to see and I loved it!

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What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

Visited with my bro & sis-in-law and parents and had a great time! 36!

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What three things would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Nah, I'm happy with what I've got. Whatever didn't pan out this year can always come through in the next, or the one after that. :)

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Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

I'm reminded of little Mary and Violet in It's a Wonderful Life! Mary says "You like every boy," to which Violet just smiles and replies "What's wrong with that?" That's me, I'm Violet. Anyways, I dug Ringo in Get Back earlier in the year, then I didn't mind the Austin Butler buzz re: Elvis, and wrapped up the year thinking Michael Shannon ain't half bad for some reason. Who knows what next year will bring lol?

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What political issue stirred you the most?

It's all a mess!

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Who did you miss?

Family - those we've lost, and those who are simply not near. ♥

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What is a valuable life lesson you learned in 2022?

As usual - we need hope. We just do. I certainly do! :)

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What quote can be used to sum up your year?

Lol it's a South Park quote, but hear me out -

Butters: "I love life."

Stan: "Huh? But you just got dumped."

Butters: "Well yeah, and I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid."

Goth Kid 2: "Yeah."

Stan: "No. No, Butters, that doesn't sound stupid at all."

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So that was my 2022. Here's to 2023! Happy (early) New Year, Tumblr! :)

#deeahhnuh #year #2022

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the-kipsabian · 2 years

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im still super mad at how badly the shafted buddy in the whole thing with monday night messiah seth but also fuck i miss all that shit so much tho hhhh

#night is an absolute mess on main #wrestling #as far as im concerned its the last good thing wwe did tbh #and it was over a year ago #theyve been way below mid ever since and tbh close to the end of that set as well #just. its missing buddy hours tbh. as happy as i am with him being a part of house of black now and all #i just want. ya know. Things #put him in the spotlight. on his own. give him the time to shine. give him a Storyline #thats more than just 'oh they have past and have joined dark forces now lol'#i mean i get it house of black will probably still expand and everything will get deeper they are still a relatively new faction #but also im just. needy #when he did all these things with seth i was just so happy every week watching all that cause it was like. legit good #until the end when they absolutely shafted him while continuing to push seth to the stratosphere #(im not complaining i fucking love seth to death but just. yeah buddy deserved so much better)#ive been playing with the idea of going back to rewatch just all that messiah/disciple shit again i just havent gotten to that yet #but yeah that whole thing was the one thing i was really hanging onto when we were on lockdown and all #it was the one thing that kept me sane in 2020 tbh so like. its very sentimental to me #im just missing best boi buddy hours okay im emotional hhhh

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resslawx · 3 years

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So, i wrote this for my Instagram page since it’s where it all started. But since I posted my edits here as well, I felt like sharing it here too.

Blacklist has been a part of my life ever since it aired 8 years ago. Back then, I was a child and I grew up with it by my side.

I’ve always been invested in this show, especially the last 4 years were really intensive. This show, most of all the relationship between Liz and Red + the Keenler bond became a big part of my life - in every meaning. And everyone who knows me personally, or is simply an active follower of my page, knows how dedicated I’ve been for the shipping I’ve grown to love so much.

To see how the show lost its path over the years was sad, of course, but for me it was bearable. It was still okay, even tho it wasn’t the blacklist I fell in love with anymore. But to see it completely destroyed in like 2 minutes, to see 8 YEARS completely destroyed in the blink of an eye? I didn’t see that coming. I didn’t want to see it coming.

When we knew Megan would leave the show after s8, I was already crushed (I won’t talk more about my opinion of how things went with her/the network/the producers/writers because I’m tired of that. We all have our own views. I’m simply talking about the show and its storyline here because that’s what my page is about) but I still hoped they’d give her character a… 'decent' ending?

As a keenler, I sure hoped for her to simply disappear, to leave a door open for their deserved happy ending. But most of all I hoped that the character of Elizabeth Keen would get the answers she deserved, the answers this whole damn show was built on finding!

I’ve read many things awesome people wrote, things I can fully relate to. I share your anger, pain, frustration and questions.

Reddington and Liz were the core of the show and to me, everyone who disagrees (or says that red was the only important main character) simply didn’t understand the show and its concept. Save your time and don’t try to argue with me about that.

Their relationship has been the show’s heart.

Liz’ questions and her try to find the answers to them.

And in the end, she died without them.

If you’re saying, she got the answer who red is by realizing he’s her mother - it wasn’t really confirmed. Besides, even if this should be the solution, then Reddington didn’t even bother to TELL her while she was DYING.

But oh, don’t get me started on how I started to dislike Reddington more and more this whole season because in my eyes he became selfish, his actions not about “keeping Liz safe” anymore - honestly, the Liz and red bond was thrown into the 🗑 for a long time already and even tho I hoped it would become better again, I had set my piece that it wouldn’t happen. I guess that’s another reason why keenler started to be my only reason for watching.

I’ve never been a fan of the rederina thingy theory but tbh at this point I don’t even care about it anymore. As many of you already said: What’s the point of us learning his real identity (if we ever would lol) if Liz isn’t there to learn about it anymore? Yeah, none. She was the one who should’ve gotten those answers, it’s not important anymore.

Liz may have annoyed me at times, made me angry or disappointed. But I still loved her and not just as "a character to throw into a ship I want to exist" as I heard some people say. She didn’t deserve this ending, nobody did.

[and if I see one more person blaming ressler for her death — for gods sake.]

Back to the heart of my page: keenler.

Who truly knows me knows that I had no problem with people who didn’t ship them because it didn’t stop me from doing so.

I like to say that it has been my once in a lifetime ship. I strongly believe that people like us, who find comfort in fictional characters of books, movies, shows, games and so on have that one special show / character / ship / relationship or whatever which keeps them sane like no other. That’s what keenler has been for me, no matter what might come in the future. I’ll never be as invested as I was with them.

The last few years had some p r e t t y rough times but I always found comfort with them. Over the time I published my edits here, many of you told me they could see how much heart I put into them (what made me really happy btw). And yes, I did. Because they made me feel like nothing else ever did and comforted me in times where nothing and nobody was able to do so.

Y’all know donald ressler will always be my favorite character of this show (✌🏻) but i grew to love this ship which had such a big influence on his character just as much. The way they ended them is more than hard for me. And with them, everyone lost.

Reds whole dedication to keep Liz safe failed.

Well, Liz lost.. everything.

Ressler lost the woman he loves for the second time. At this point I believe the writers simply never wanted him to have a happy ending.

The task force doesn’t exist as one anymore, their relationships are torn apart.

I don’t want to go into more detail, I just wanted to post something because people kept asking me about some things here.

Will I keep editing? Honestly I don’t know.

This page was dedicated to something that’s now dead. Yes, I want to do at least one last edit for them. They deserve it, I need it. But I’m not able to do so at the moment.

For now, I’m mourning. Mourning the death of a fictional character, mourning the death of the ship that was a part of myself, mourning a show that once brought me so much joy and is now destroyed.

I’m honest here, I’m not doing well but I’m trying. It’ll get better, at some point it will. But I know i need time. What feels like the loss of 8 years isn’t grieved in 4 days.

I’m still around, feel free to talk to me whenever you want (Instagram, Twitter, tumblr, wherever).

To those close to me, my friends, no matter in “real life” or those I met in this fandom: thank you. Thank you for being here, helping me through something (some of) you might not even understand. You know who you are and you are appreciated.

Let’s mourn together ? It’s all we can do.

Also: a big thank you to everyone who has always been such a supporter of the work I’ve done here ❤️ for me, posting your edits, is like posting a part of yourself and I’m truly grateful that you accepted it - and that it brought you so much joy!

#keenler #the blacklist #donald ressler #elizabeth keen

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in-tua-deep · 4 years

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13, 14 and 15 for Five!

man y’all are feral for these ones let me see what they are...

13. What gets them flustered

HMMM well flustered means to make (someone) agitated or confused.

Which means... calling or insinuating that Five is either a child (tagging a ‘little’ onto brother, young man, etc.) or incapable - unfortunately he can perceive several different things as calling him incapable/weak such as... insinuating that he needs sleep or to take a break

Anyone expressing any kind of soft emotions or that they care about him makes him... a little confused to say the least. He’s spent a really long time alone, and while he has some vague success at having heart to hearts where he’s the one talking (telling Klaus about Dolores, talking to Luther, etc.) as soon as the tables turn and they try and express any kind of appreciation or concern for him he has to brush it off, or jump away into a cab, or get defensive and yell (he is not an addict, Klaus)

He doesn’t know how to handle anything soft or considerate. Nothing like that was really present during his childhood - he was never especially close with Grace, not like Diego was at least. Certainly there wasn’t room to be soft in the apocalypse, except on occasion with Dolores, but his focus was primarily on the duel purpose of survival and saving his siblings. And certainly not at the Commission.

So it does make him agitated and confused and flustered when people care about him. He’s not used to it. He’s used to being the one caring. Even Dolores - she was a reflection of himself and there’s a reason in the comics she was more than a little mean to him at times. There’s a reason why the Handler liked to try and unsettle him by caressing him face and complimenting him so sweetly.

14. Ingrained habits/forces of habit

oh I think Five has a LOT of ingrained habits left over from the apocalypse and fending for himself since he was a small child

Food hoarding and resource guarding would be big ones tbh, he’s had food insecurity for a long time and in season one I never saw him eat so he might just generally be uncomfortable eating in front of other people - a strong sense of this is mine and protectiveness that comes from having very very little

Most of that protectiveness is centered around his family tbh but if his siblings tried to make him give up... his old battered copy of Vanya’s book, for example, I doubt it would go very well. Luther threatening Dolores was not taken very well to say the least, and Luther was only saved by the fact that Five loves Luther and would rather die than hurt him

(though threatening a bit is possible, which I think is what happened with Vanya at the end as well - Five couldn’t bring himself to follow through on hurting her otherwise his jumping would have been so much more precise at the end, he was demonstrably very deadly )

Five is used to going at things alone, so leaving his siblings behind isn’t even him being an asshole or trying to protect them by leaving them behind... he literally just forgets that he has backup but also forgets that like... his siblings talk back to him? So he’ll just say his piece and then exit out of the conversation

His siblings find it inconsiderate and rude but sometimes it’s literally just Five forgetting that people can have input to conversations and that they aren’t just one-sided things, and since Five is... kind of sensitive about his lack of social skills he just lets them think he’s rude rather than admit that his social skills are really just that bad

There are plenty of other things I think might result from his years of isolation. Five’s habit of talking to himself, because for a long time there was really no one else to talk to (even if he addresses those thoughts to Dolores absently, despite the fact that he’s returned her to the store). An inability to relax because there’s an inexplicable feeling of guilt that occurs whenever he tries to.

Issues sleeping because he’s used to basically total silence. Can you imagine going from no sound at all to living in a house with other people, in a city where there are cars and sirens and people walking down the street? Being generally jumpy around other people

Five has a lot of social issues that his siblings probably put down to him being rude and unsociable but are actually just a result of Five genuinely not knowing how to interact with people, even when he’s really actually trying his best

and part of that is that they’re used to Five being terrifyingly competent, they remember him being praised by their father for being adaptable and good at what he did, even when he caused trouble. They’re used to Five being above it all, and so they don’t perceive it as Five having difficulty so much as they perceive it as Five purposefully being an asshole

If Five was trying he wouldn’t fail, because they do actually perceive Five as being exceptionally capable, which means that Five’s actual struggles... kind of go unnoticed or are criticized as him not trying hard enough

and of course Five hides how he feels and lets them go on thinking that, because it’s an ingrained habit to hide weaknesses - both thanks to Reggie who pit the kids against one another and used their weaknesses against them and because of the Handler who can scent weakness in the water like a shark with blood oof

15. What it takes to make them cry

I think I have a post somewhere about how the Hargreeves are very good at digging right into each others weaknesses and twisting the knife. It happens with all of them tbh. Diego hurls Allison’s failures as a mother in his face, Allison snaps at Vanya that she’s the last person she would ask for advice, even Ben snipes at Klaus. It’s ingrained. It’s common. They’re used to hurting each other with words, used to finding each others softest parts and using those weaknesses against each other

but Five hasn’t really experienced that since he was thirteen. And the Handler, brilliant as she is, is no match for the siblings in their ability to locate and use each others weaknesses.

So I think there’s going to come a day when Five pisses one of them off, and they lash out in the way they know how. The ‘acceptable’ way, with words instead of fists. They’re going to find Five’s softest parts and dig right in

Words like ‘abandon’ and ‘run away’ and ‘should have stayed away’ and ‘fault’

And Five knows how to defend himself, physically. But he’s so very out of practice against verbal attacks, he’s out of practice when he can’t attack back physically and shut someone up. And he loves his siblings. He couldn’t even bring himself to hurt Luther when Luther was threatening the one person who kept him sane, someone that he loved. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt Vanya when she was about to end the world.

So Five can’t attack physically, has to just stand there and listen. Has to take those words, and take them into his heart, and stand there bleeding from wounds that no one can see

and he’s Five. So none of them would expect it when their words actually hurt him, actually make him stagger back as if hit by a physical blow, none of them expect their venomous barbs to actually make their brother cry

but them not expecting it just makes it easier to hide. He can jump out of a conversation and just be considered rude and inconsiderate and he can hide away while he shakes apart at the seams and has to rebuild his walls from scratch

(what a useful power, right? what a useful escape)

i think there might eventually be frustrated tears, brought about by accusation that Five... doesn’t care about them and everything piles up and just -

the idea that his siblings don’t know, can’t know, about everything he’s sacrificed for them. Every time he sees them dead behind his eyelids when he goes to sleep. Every second he thought about them, every moment he tried to get back to them. Five is shit at expressing how much he cares about his siblings to his siblings, but don’t actions speak louder than words? Hasn’t he shown them how much he loves them? How much it would kill him if he had to go through losing them ever again?

I imagine at some point there’s a breakdown, Five howling about how he thought about them every single day, that he worked tirelessly to get back to them, to save them. Fuck the world. He was never interested in saving the world. His entire world is his family, and he shaking and shuddering and yelling at them because they don’t understand

he probably doesn’t even realize he’s crying until someone points it out, honestly

tbh five kind of deserves his breakdown, and his siblings deserve to witness how much he actually does care about them and maybe then he’ll finally get the hug he deserves

#ask game #heacanon game #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #and that's all i have to say about that i think #siblings just be like that tbh #when you know someone well you know what they're sensitive about and know how to dig in and hurt them #and the hargreeves have a bad habit of wanting others to hurt when they're hurting #:/#Anonymous

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years

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housemates with shiratorizawa

helloo!! new headcanon series here hehe. i hope you like this very long set of headcanons!

how you ended up in a house with these guys:

they're such a tight-knit bunch considering the fact that they've been living in a dormitory throughout high school

it was probs semi or kawanishi who suggested getting an extra roommate to help with the rent (tendou and goshiki are accident prone they need someone to help pay for repairs)

so ushijima made and put up an ad for an extra housemate. although he didn't disclose the fact that you'd be rooming with 7 other dudes

you were kind of desperate for some housing at this point so you just went with it

the person who greets you at the door is shirabu. but its more like he saw you, your bag, and went back inside the house leaving the door open

you stood there for a whole ten minutes before kawanishi came up to invite you inside

you're instantly greeted by goshiki and semi cleaning the house like crazy. semi was punching a couch cushion so that it looked an extra soft pillow

tbh the only normal you see are ushijima and reon. they're probs the ones who interviewed you to see if you were a good fit as their housemate

despite how weird your first impressions of some of your housemates were, you were still keen to move in

and then that's when tendou decided to come home from the pet shop with an iguana

living there:

you're roommate ends up being shirabu because no one else wanted to room with him (jk they all drew straws and he was lucky)

he's a pretty good roommate: clean, keeps to himself, doesn't play music too loudly

except the fact that he ALWAYS HOGS THE UPSTAIRS BATHROOM

the bathroom might as well just be his because it's FULL of beauty products. also shirabu takes a million years to get ready that at this point, everyone uses the downstairs bathroom

lmao y'all get your revenge tho by using some of shirabu's products when he's gone

its particularly you, semi, tendo, and kawanishi who like to do that

kawanishi: *walks past shirabu*

shirabu: bitch, did you use my fucking Splash of Pomegranate with Exfoliating Sesame Seeds: Rainforest of the Sun Bath and Body Works shower gel?

kawanishi:...no?

semi and reon are both roommates and are probably the most normal people in the house which is saying something

also idk why i feel like they both have a thing for scented candles but they're too shy to tell anyone

like,,, they have a closet full of scented candles and everything

reon: hey, want me to light up Spring Lake or Summer's Kiss?

semi: Summer's Kiss all the way

that's why they always keep their door locked and whenever someone knocks, they quickly snuff out the candle and fan the smoke out of the windows

you: whoa, why does it smell so nice here?

semi: ...air freshener

is kawanishi the only sane, normal person in the house? yeah, probably

he's the one who remembers to get groceries and buy toilet paper and shit and he's so happy he has you to help him out

the thing is though, he's a NOTORIOUS prankster. like, nobody suspects him because they assume its tendou who put packets of ketchup under the toilet seat but no, it was kawanishi

but his favorite person to mess with is his roommate: goshiki

okay goshiki is a Heavy Sleeper and one night you and kawanishi decided to draw criss-cross stocking marks on his legs with permanent marker

goshiki is an alright housemate. he's polite, does his assigned chores, rarely gets into your privacy

but oh my god every morning at 5 am he wakes up the entire house BY BLENDING PROTEIN SHAKES

you and shirabu considered soundproofing your room or chaining goshiki to his bed

ONE OF THE HOUSE'S GREATEST MYSTERIES: how does goshiki cut his hair?

tendou knows you've been dying to know why so one day he's all 'do you really wanna know?' and you're like 'HECC YEAH' and he takes your arm and brings you to goshiki's room

in there you find him with a bowl on his head and cutting along the rim with his scissors

shirabu is also with him but he has a ruler for his bangs

its the only time they ever get along

tendou and ushijima has hands-down the most chaotic room set-up

for one, half of it, ushijima's half, looks like a traditional japanese house

you know that scene in BNHA where todoroki was showing off his room? yes that one

y'all are like 'how was he able to bring tatami mats in his room?'

and then tendou's half looks like a weird-ass storage room complete with an iguana tank (yes he kept it)

tendou probs has those color-changing lights too

and the funny part about it is that both ushijima and tendou are completely okay with the set-up

also tendou has the most irregular schedule ever. like,,, circadian rhythms just wasn't installed in the being that is Tendou Satori

like,, he'll be making mac and cheese at 3 am and just enter your room asking if you want anything

you: WHY WOULD I WANT MAC AND CHEESE AT 3 AM???

shirabu, who's still awake because he's a med student: i'll have some

ushijima on the other hand has such a set schedule and daily routine. he's the definition of 'working like clockwork'

you guys even use him as your clock because why not?

you: guys what time is it?

reon: ushijima just left for his morning run so probably 7am

the only thing is that ushijima,,, generally doesn't cook??

and by that he likes to eat raw vegetables. no seasoning, no nothing

and he always offers to make people snacks and he does it so sincerely that you can't help but accept his snacks

*insert scene of you eating raw carrots at 11 pm while studying*

house incident: everyone being a closeted fan of Naruto

everyone in shiratorizawa is a closeted naruto fan (except for a few but we’ll be discussing) and no i don’t accept criticism on this

goshiki MAY have rock lee’s signature bowl cut and sometimes walks around the house in leg weights but he doesn’t say who he copies them from outright

but EVERYONE ELSE

you started having your suspicions when you walked into semi and reon’s room looking for a pencil and found semi sitting in bed with a pile of tissues around him and his laptop on his lap

you guys stare at each other for a while and semi just quickly yells “I WAS WATCHING PORN”

you: I DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE WATCHING

my boy semi was actually crying to that part in naruto when zabuza and haku died

his roommate reon on the other hand has a secret tattoo

it’s a sharingan tattoo and its on his back, just between his shoulder blades, which is why he doesn’t go around shirtless (his favorite character is itachi don’t @ me)

reon probably owns an akatsuki cloak too

kawanishi has an ENTIRE playlist of the naruto opening and ending tracks that he got from youtube and converted into mp3 format on youtube mp3 converter which he then downloaded and organized into a playlist with the album art when he was thirteen

sometimes you’ll hear him whistling Ikimono Gakari and everyone in the house is all 👂👂👂

tendou is the only one not lowkey about it but he’s not lowkey about anything he likes

and then one day you and tendou are in the kitchen and ushijima decides to watch tv while eating breakfast

while flipping through the channels he comes across the rock lee vs. gaara fight and he just decides to watch while eating

tendou’s like ‘wakatoshi? do you,,, like naruto?’

ushijima: is this naruto? it looks pretty cool

AND THEN YOU AND TENDOU JUST AMBUSH HIM AND GO INTO A TED TALK ABOUT HOW AWESOME NARUTO IS

while you’re busy ranting about it, semi, goshiki, and reon, who recognize the unmistakable Sounds of Naruto, creep downstairs

semi: oh, cool. it’s naruto

reon: yeah, used to watch it when i was a kid

goshiki: hmm, seems like an alright show

and then USHIJIMA LOOKS AT GOSHIKI AND THEN AT ROCK LEE AND JUST GOES

‘hey, you remind me of that guy’

AND GOSHIKI ALMOST CRIES

reon and semi end up sitting on the couch, trying to hold in their middle-school selves while watching

and then kawanishi comes in and he’s just like OH MY GOD NARUTO!!

now almost everyone in the house is watching. at that part when rock lee drops his weights reon and semi jump off the couch and cheer

they can’t hold themselves back anymore

last but not the least, shirabu, who came back from class, walks into the living room to find all of his housemates cheering and crying in front of the TV that’s playing naruto

shirabu: omg u guys are lame

goshiki, sobbing: WE’RE NOT LAME IF WE FOLLOW OUR NINJA WAY

shirabu: welL, OBVIOUSLY THE BEST FIGHT SCENE IS WHEN NARUTO AND ROCK LEE GO AGAINST KIMIMARO YOU UNCULTURED FUCKS

and then he runs up to his room before coming down with THE FULL BLU-RAY DISC SET OF NARUTO ALL THE WAY UNTIL SHIPPUDEN

basically you guys end up watching naruto all day and semi finally admitted that he wasn’t watching porn the day you came into his room

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Maybe Death Gives Up On Us

My Masterlist

Maybe We Meet Again (prequel to this)

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: The second and final part of the sequel of In Another Life, set in a Modern!AU.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Mentions of death, descriptions of violence and death, major character death (past), angst (a lot of it), nothing else I can think of.

A/N: So, this is it. Idk how I feel about this tbh, but I hope you’ll like it. Thank you! Love you!!

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius @xbellaxcarolinax @1950schick @heavenly1927 @ietss

You haven’t seen him in two weeks. After silently dropping him off at his -yours? Is it still?- apartment, you managed to distract yourself working on the information the stone ship, and the identity of the shieldmaiden that lay buried at the center of it, provided for your university, for your investigation.

But each night, when you close your eyes and you still see the wide and scared eyes of the man you love looking back at you in a mix of disbelief and grief, centuries dawn on you, memories choke you, and you are forced to face the realization Ivar, the quick-witted and endearing, guarded and loving, man you’ve known and loved for almost a year was the same one you saw in your nightmares, his knife in your heart, his teary eyes on yours, his lips whispering promises of love.

And so you go to him. For your sake, but, you dare think, also for his.

When he opens the door, you are stunned into silence. Gods, the eyes are still the same, and for so long you hoped that familiarity to be a trick of Fate, and not…not the reality that his eyes were in fact those of the man in your -her?-memories.

“Why are you here?” Ivar asks, and it strikes you how much like the man in your memories he looks.

He always did, but now…now you see the cruelty, the vitriol, the resentment. They were always there, the anger and the explosiveness are still the same but…but there’s an unhinged side to it all, and it reminds you so much of…of those last days.

You close your eyes tight for a moment, clearing your throat and stepping into the apartment.

“I…wanted to see how…how you’re faring.”

“I’m losing my fucking mind, Princess,” Ivar confesses, and where you think he meant for there to be bite and anger and resentment, all you find is desperation and fear and pain. He shrugs, and his eyes cannot meet yours, “Or I’ve lost it already, I don’t know.”

“You’re not going to lose your mind, Ivar.” You point out, letting out a sigh.

“I think I did, you know,” He confesses, hesitantly, a little lost. He shakes his head, running a hand over loose hair -hair that for some reason you expected to see in braids you once knew by heart-, “After I killed Oleg. I think…I ran out of people to blame and I-…”

You interrupt him, even though a part of you clings to his words, clings to the confession like who holds their hand over a burning flame, begging to feel pain if only to make sense of the world.

“Not you. It wasn’t you.”

“Why do I remember it then, hm?” Ivar presses, anger back in his tone, “Why do I remember…remember when I almost drowned on the way to Wessex, when we took Mercia and the Isles and you promised to marry me? Why do I remember when I-…?”

His voice wavers and dies, and Ivar grits his teeth, averting his eyes from yours. It does nothing to hide the agony in his gaze, the tears in his eyes.

You try finding the calm, the certainty, that you’ve held on to ever since you found yourself remembering.

“It is not unheard of, that some people may-…”

“Are you going to start talking about reincarnation, Princess?” He chuckles, but it is watery and broken.

“All I’m saying is that there is proof that cycles repeat. The Ancient Greeks spoke of some souls that given the choice to remain in the Elysian fields, their…Valhalla,” Ivar’s eyes turn to you with sharp focus, and you know he remembers the countless conversations where she wondered on what Valhalla truly meant. Still, you continue, “or return to the living, they chose to return, to live again.”

“That’s why you-…” He takes a deep breath, before he tries finding his voice again. You’ve never seen Ivar so…fragile, with the stance of a man that’s tethered by a thin string onto the safe side of a cliff. He swallows, and meets your eyes again, “That’s why you found me? To prove reincarnation is a thing?”

You shake your head before he is even done asking the question. Because still, past everything, you cannot fathom seeing the fragility in his eyes, the fear that it was a lie.

“I didn’t know you were-…I didn’t know you also remembered.”

“But you took me to y-your grave, to that ship. A stone ship, because you died too far from the sea, from o-our seas,” He shakes his head, as if trying to fight back against the memories that flood his mind, that come pouring out of his lips. “Why did you take me there? Did you hope I would remember? Remember what I did, what it cost me?”

“No, I-…”

He gestures with his arm, interrupting you. His voice raises, his temper does as well, the fury and desperation shining clearly in his pale eyes.

“Why, then!? To torment me, for…for what I did?” He huffs a breath, running his hand through his hair, “You did that plenty, you didn’t have to find me I don’t know how many centuries later to torture me for it, Princess.”

You close your eyes tight, and your hands curl into fists, anything to keep you in one piece, anything to keep you from breaking apart at the seams.

“Stop calling me that. You remember, which means you know what it means.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“‘Princess’?”

You nod, “My father is an Earl, Ivar. You are the Prince.”

“Mhm,” He concedes, and in someone that didn’t know him like you do the way he focuses on spinning the round-handled knife in his finger would be nothing but a nonchalant gesture. But you know better, and so you stay silent. Ivar clears his throat, before he offers, “I could make you a Princess, one day. I-If you wanted.”

Your heart lurches in your chest, and the start of a wide and stupid smile spreads on your lips. Leave it to him to bring up the possibility of one day marrying you like this.

Your hands find the sides of his face, and you bring your forehead to rest against his before you whisper, as softly as you can,

“I have no interest in being a Princess, Ivar,” Before his thoughts can get ahead of him, before he can build a wall so high not a thousand years of war would make a dent on them, you press your lips against his for a moment, before whispering, “But I’d love to be your wife.”

“Do you remember all of it?” Ivar asks, and you frown.

“Why do you ask?”

“Would you have done it?” He asks, and you both pretend to ignore how his voice wavers, “If I hadn’t stopped you, would you have joined Björn against me?”

You know what the real questions are: Was the murder in vain? Was the promise of betrayal nothing but a ruse? Did she die for nothing? Did he have other choice?

You cannot give him the answer, if only because it would mean accepting that he is…him, and that you are…her. And you cannot accept that.

That certainty that it is only memories what returns is what has kept you sane for these past weeks.

“She wasn’t-…”

“Not ‘she’,” He corrects, leaning closer. His eyes burn as they meet your own, “You.”

You still shake your head, pretending to be resolute, “It is not proven that anything other than memories rema-…”

“Why do you insist on denying who you are!?”

Rough fingers trace up and down your spine, and you nestle closer to the warmth, content and sated.

“I always wonder…” Ivar starts, and you hum to signal you are listening, “Why it is you are always so calm, so…courteous with everyone else. But you are always so easy to grow angry with me.”

“You have a talent for getting under my skin,” You confess, pressing a kiss over a new mark that starts showing on his neck, a small little proof that he is yours. After a breath, your lips curve into a mischievous smile, and you drag your teeth over that same, now sensitive, spot. “And I don’t hear you complaining, my love.”

And you realize with gut-wrenching clarity that never changed. Each time his voice raises so does yours, each time his temper flares so does yours to meet it.

And so you raise your chin and square your shoulders, never missing the weight of a shield at your back as you do now.

You take a breath shaky breath before you reply, voice raised and eyes shining with more than fury, “Because if I’m her, that means you are h-him!”

There’s tears making their way down your cheeks, there’s a tremble in your hands you cannot control, there’s a brittleness to all that makes you you, but there’s steel in your spine, there’s ice in your veins, there’s an anger that has lasted centuries singing in your blood.

And so you approach him with certain strides, furious eyes set on his and breaking your own heart with the familiarity of the situation.

The memories make your head feel less clouded, less cluttered, but they make your heart feel like it will break in two inside your chest.

The distrusting edge in his eyes, the cruel twist of his mouth, the cold tone of his voice.

The loud fights where he almost dared you to admit loving him was a lie, wild eyes and demanding voice. The quiet nights where you heard the pleas that you were truly his to keep pressed against your skin in between reverent kisses.

“Means you refused to believe I loved you for years on end!”

Your fist clashes against his chest, but Ivar doesn’t react. It feels like talking to a marble statue, to a distant figure of a past not your own, to a monster you read about in books and saw in your dreams.

The smile as he approached Kattegat’s throne after so long, the way he let go of your hand when it came to view.

The silent demand you make a choice: your people, or him. The refusal to acknowledge it was a choice at all after you decided to stay by his side.

“Means you chose a fucking throne over me!”

Even if your words end in a sob, you still hold on to anger, to grief, to the always bleeding, always stinging wound of betrayal.

Pleas not to bring the Rus army to Scandinavia falling on deaf ears, promises that the Rus is only the means to an end, arrogance coating his words as he vows he can control Oleg.

“Means you trusted that Rus bastard more than your own wife!”

Your fist tightens even more, and your head bows for a moment, before you lift your gaze to find his again. To make your fury and your pain meet his regret and his mistakes.

Your head hurting from so many hours crying in silence, holding onto anger and grief and ruin. Your steps those of a woman sentenced for death when you grab your sword and go meet him, meet your Fate.

“Means I…I…I loved you, and you broke my heart!”

And your hand lets go of the tension, just as your body does, and you stand with your back curved under the pain of centuries. And now your open palm rests against his chest, right over his heart.

The heart you once thought you owned. The heart that was more than once, in more than one lifetime, your most precious possession.

There’s tears in his eyes, there’s a sob making its way past parted lips that try to whisper your name.

But there’s certainty in the sharp movement of the knife, there’s finality in the blade that pierces your heart.

“…It means you killed me, Ivar.”

And the last of your strength, of your anger, of your grief, leave you. It doesn’t feel like defeat, though, it doesn’t feel like being crushed under the weight of Fate.

It feels freeing, like relief after trying to stand under a heavy weight for such a long time. Longer than you remember, probably.

Still, maybe because you were never strong enough to hold on to these memories, to this other life; or maybe because that is what strength is when you taste your own blood in your lips, when you know what it is like to have your heart stopped by the one that owns it; you break.

And your hand on his chest is the one thing keeping you upright, before his free hand settles on your back. Where you would have expected the uncertain hold of trying to soothe you, you find Ivar grips you as tightly as he can, holding you towards him with a mix of gentleness and desperation that speaks of pain and regret and love.

You don’t know how long you cry, and scream, and beg to know why. You don’t know how long he holds you, you don’t know how long you hold him.

He doesn’t say he is sorry, he doesn’t ask for forgiveness. You only hear him say your name, and three words you can still feel reverberating in your chest.

Says both of those things so many times your name doesn’t sound yours anymore, even though it is, it always has been. Says both of those things for so long his voice breaks and yet with each ‘I love you’ he presses against your skin you hear it louder and louder.

You don’t know when he gently pushed you to sit on the bed, but you did, and you have the strange feeling of being an intruder to the room you and he shared before…before he knew who he was, who you were; before you knew who he was.

A whisper of your name, and you lift your gaze from the comforter you were numbly tracing with shaking fingers.

His eyes are red, and you know yours are too. His breath is shaky, and you know yours is too.

“I am…angry,” You confess, absently tracing his cheek with the back of your fingers, “At you and…and at Fate. A-Aren’t you?”

“Fate brought you back to me,” He whispers, hand trapping yours and pressing a kiss to your wrist, right over your pulse, “I found you again, after all I did, after…what I did to you. I can’t think of this as anything other than…”

“A blessing?” You interrupt, a smirk pulling at your lips, “Awfully Christian of you, Ivar.”

Your tease, weak and burdened by the past as it is, manages to make a smile pull at his lips, to make life return to his eyes, to make hi huff a breath than in another life could have been a chuckle.

You smile too, because you cannot help it. Still, you move back, away from where he sits on the bed, and curl over yourself, your back to the headboard and eyes glued to the digital picture frame that loops over and over pictures of you and Ivar.

His voice startles you from comfortable numbness, “How do you…live with it?”

You frown, “Why would I have the answer?”

He shrugs, “You’ve known for months.”

You can’t keep the bite from your tone when you point out, “I didn’t kill you.”

“You did.” He sentences, voice hoarse and avoiding your gaze. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to find a center, find clarity, find anything past resentment and pain and anger.

Instead of acknowledging his words, you offer, “The theory is that we all return, but…only a few have memories of those times. I talk to some people that…that have remembered too.”

“Does it help?”

“Haven’t met anyone that was stabbed in the heart by the man they loved, so…no, they don’t help much.”

“Anyone that stabbed the woman they loved in the heart?”

“Surprisingly enough, yes,” You sigh, before swallowing past a dry throat. Even if your voice wavers, you confess, “His eyes are familiar.”

“You are a very fortunate man to have her, I hope you know that.” The Rus whispers, dark eyes leaving your husband’s to travel to you. He offers a smile, a smile that speaks of sadness and envy and pain, a smile that for once seems honest.

Ivar keeps calculating eyes on the raven-haired man, and lifts your joined hands to his lips, pressing a deliberate kiss on the inside of our wrist, right over your pulse. Were this any other situation, and it would make a rush of heat travel through you, but now you only watch frozen in your spot as the Viking smiles.

“I know.”

“But you’d do the same thing I did, wouldn’t you? If you found your sweet wife had betrayed you.”

Ivar’s answer is immediate, and the fire in his eyes speaks of anger even if his voice is certain, “She would never.”

Oleg’s eyes narrow, and the smile he offers is once again shallow, once again a lie, once again poison, “I thought so too. Now my heart is broken, and she is in a crypt.”

“My mother…” Ivar starts, a broken sort of wonder shining through his words, “Her eyes are familiar.”

The part of you that even after death refused to stop loving him smiles, and grows warm at the knowledge he now recognizes her.

“Frighteningly so.” You concede with a nod.

“Do you think…do you think she knows? That she remembers?”

“She was once one to see beyond what the rest of us can. I think…I think she still is.”

Ivar sighs, “Gods…”

“It…time makes it make more sense, trust me.” You offer, somewhat sheepishly. What can you say to someone that has just remembered a whole life before this one?

Ivar lays down on the bed, hands at his sides and gaze on the ceiling. You remain sitting, your legs folded before you, your arms holding them close to you, as if to keep you safe, together.

After a while, he breaks the silence, “We were happy, weren’t we? Before?”

You don’t ask which before he means, because the answer remains the same. Before, when he was just the son of some lost legend and you were the unruly daughter of an earl, you loved him and he loved you and you were happy.

Before, when he was leader of the greatest of armies and you were a shieldmaiden known across the land, you loved him and he loved you and you were happy.

Before, even with the weight of defeat on your shoulder and the poisonous snake of dark eyes and darker heart at your backs, you loved him and he loved you and you were happy.

And because Fate granted you another chance, or maybe because the Gods are cruel, you had a before after all those ones. Before, when he was just the man you met in a coffeeshop and you were just a student trying to unveil one of the greatest tragedies -or greatest love stories, depending on who you asked-, you loved him and he loved you and you were happy.

And so the answer is a breath on your lips, light and easy and true, “Yes.”

Problem is, you don’t know what you are supposed to do now. How you are supposed to live with all those befores, with all those afters. With all these memories, memories that make you hate him, and love him, and miss him.

A part of you wishes you would have never known of the past, that you would have never recognized him, or his eyes. But you know even in death you’d know him, you know even in another life you’d miss him.

And so you lay down on the bed next to him, and sigh.

“I never thought you’d…I didn’t take you there on purpose.”

Ivar’s smile is bitter, “Because you hoped it wasn’t me.”

“Need I remind you why, my love?” You point out without missing a beat, too late realizing that is not an endearment you usually use. No…that’s hers. Yours, from…before.

“I haven’t heard you call me that in a long time,” He chuckles. A few beats of silence, and Ivar takes a deep breath, “I’ve missed you. I-I know y-…”

“I understand,” You interrupt him, and in a moment of weakness you reach for his hand. He doesn’t hesitate to return the hold, tight and hinting at desperation. Your eyes fall closed, and you can be somewhere else, in another time, in another life, “I’ve missed you too.”

Ivar takes a breath, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a -reverent, familiar- kiss over your fingers, “We can do this, Princess. We can…be happy. We got another chance, I…I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t,” You promise, and it comes easy to you. Many times you promised him the same, and each and every time you meant it with all that you are. “I…I love you, Ivar.”

“In the last life and this one?”

You accept his words with closed eyes and a huff of weak laughter, but the promise is still true, “And all the ones after.”

He lifts himself up on one arm, leaning over you. He is so close to you that you can feel his warmth, familiar and enthralling and his, and your heart beats so quickly in your chest you are certain he can feel it.

It feels long-overdue, it feels like nostalgia and familiarity and a past you loved; when you lean up and kiss him. But it also feels like new, it feels like hope and thrill and a future you want to discover.

It is Ivar who breaks the kiss first, yet it is him that comes back and presses his lips to yours again, stealing your breath and your heart and your sanity.

When he pulls back again and his eyes meet yours, you notice they are the same and yet so different. Yet the feeling in your chest, the smile that curves at your lips, the love you see shining in his eyes, they are all the same.

“You and me, Princess, in this life and the next,” He smiles, “We will make death give up on us.”

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So, that is it for this story! I would love to know what you think of this, of the ending, of everything really. Hope you enjoyed!!

As always, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a great day/night! Love ya!

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