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beachy--head · 2 years

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All this is making me think, if u want u should write a scene after the baby kicking when they finally talk and Jackson apologizes for the custody fight thing, for treating her like an inferior doctor, and it comes out the restraining order was because she was scared and didn’t trust the Avery’s because she heard Catherine. He can apologize for that too. Lots of apologizes w both and talking and more baby kicking. I also don’t think he’d want to leave her after the kicks either.

(second part of the prompt) For the baby kick thing I just sent, I also meant.. April is tired from a long day, and Jackson would want to get her home if she’ll let him. And she was also scared because she thought something was wrong, but he realizes that happened after they argued about stealing her patient. And he had no clue. he wants to help now, needs to help, and ask her please let him help

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This baby can kick.

He's not a sap (his divorce seems to have hardened him way beyond measure), but these are maybe the best four words in all of the English language. The sensation of their child kicking against his palm is enough to bring tears to his eyes, and he spends the next ten minutes in a silent dialogue with the little one, trying to convey all the love he already feels for them. He could easily stand here all night, with his family, but April yawns and he suddenly feels selfish. She's pregnant, and she shouldn't stand in a parking lot for hours just to appease her ex-husband.

She gives him a tired, tentative smile, and before he can remember the restraining order, he blurts out "Can I drive you home?"

April widens his eyes and he shakes his head. "Sorry, I forgot, it's okay, I'll let you–"

"No, I'm so sorry about the restraining order, Jackson. It was really stupid. I was scared, and I overheard your mother, and the lawyer said so many things about you getting full custody, and I panicked. I should have gone to talk to you," but I don't know how to talk to you anymore, she adds in her head.

"I'm sorry too, about my mom. And well, I was an ass, too. I was just so lost and angry and I didn't know what to do, and..."

"And you kept remembering what happened last time?"

He nods, because she's the only person who can understand. It's a shame they're not good at communicating, because things are always easier when they just talk and find out they feel the same, they just express it in very different ways.

It's only later, when he drops her off and makes sure she's settled in their former appartment, finding excuses to stay, that he gathers the courage to ask if he can touch her belly, touch her again, because he's still unsettled and he needs to know their baby is fine. She lets him, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she opens up, telling him about how scared she was. How she thought the kicks meant that there was something wrong with this one too, and that this time it would be all her fault for not doing the necessary exams sooner. How relieved she was when Arizona did an ultrasound, how their little baby is already perfect. How she knew that she should talk to him and not fight, because their baby didn't deserve this. How she already felt like an inadequate mom, because I need to know I'm able to protect that child (and he wants to tell her she did everything to protect their brother too, but he doesn't, not wanting to interrupt her).

He doesn't say a word, but each sentence breaks his heart a little bit more. Because she was suffering and he had not clue, and he should have been there. He should have been there to freak out with her and rush her to OB for a scan, he should have been relieved with her, and what did he do instead? Cause her more stress and anguish that what she was already feeling, complicating an already complicated situation? Like he told her earlier, he doesn't like the guy he's turning into.

"I want to be better at this. To be here for the little one, be here for you. If you'll let me."

Her heart bursts, and she closes her eyes. The kick she feels (the baby seems to like their father's voice), that he feels too against his hand, is like a anchor, centering her, and for a minute, she can almost believe everything is going to be alright.

#drabble #japril #april kepner #jackson avery #ask

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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For Halloween drabbles, maybe Peter (ghost or not) and Aro greeting some very lost trick or treaters?

I don't think anyone would ever attempt to go trick or treating at the Volturi estate haha, so this is a human Peter story.

On with the fic!

There was a loud, sharp sound from somewhere on Peter's person, and Aro watched as he fumbled about, slapping all over his body before grabbing the weird remote/phone for his apartment from his robe pocket. "Yeah?" He answered.

"Sir?" Came the voice of the security guard at the front desk. "There are, uh, there are some children here? To see you?"

"To see me?" Peter asked, looking confused, then looked to Aro for an answer. Aro just shrugged. "Why?"

"Well, they seem to be trick or treating, and appear to be lost? They want your help."

"Uhh... yeah, okay, guess I'll... tell 'em I'll be down in a mo'." He hung up and sighed. "Well, this is a first."

"Children asking you for help?" Aro asked.

"Yeah, and trick or treaters. I live in a hotel, who the hell trick or treats in a hotel?"

"Americans, apparently. Before you go down, you really should get some actual clothing on. I really do not think that you should traumatize those poor children with your nudity." Aro replied, smirking.

Peter glanced down at him. "Ah. Yeah. Let me get some pants and a shirt on."

"That would be wise." The vampire watched him leave. Peter came back quickly, in sweats, a shirt, and some of his necklaces, grabbing for a bowl he had kept on the bar counter all month. While he wasn't really expecting trick or treaters, it seemed that the candy in the dish was originally just for Peter to munch on. Something about Halloween candy always being the best kind, whatever that meant.

He followed the human to the elevator, going down with him "I wonder why they wish for you to help them out." Aro spoke, glancing out the windows at the evening sky.

"Cause I'm a cool, badass hunter who wishes to protect human lives?" Peter replied, smirking.

"Or maybe they just saw your posters and thought that you seemed like an adult who could help."

"Killjoy." He heard the human mutter and Aro just smiled, the doors opening as they reached the bottom.

There, at the security desk, where two children, dressed as things that Aro did not, nor cared to, understand. The two little humans seemed to brighten up when Peter approached, holding out the candy dish. "Hey, li'l hunters, you want some candy?"

"Yeah!" Said the little girl, holding up a pillowcase, the little boy, who must be her brother, doing the same.

Peter dumped some of the treats into each case and then set the bowl on the desk. "So, I was told you needed help, what's up? Anything me and my... associate," he gestured towards Aro, who glared, "can do for you?"

"More candy?" The little boy asked.

"Mom and dad took us on a trip here and we wanted to go trick 'r treatin', but there's no where to do it!" The girl frowned.

"Hmm... that is a problem. How about this," Peter got down to their level, "I'll give you guys some tickets for my show tomorrow, afterwards, come back stage with the passes, and I've got some people who will happily let you get some trick or treatin' in on this trip!"

This seemed to appease the kids and Peter called someone up on his phone. Aro stood aside, watching as Peter did whatever his odd little plan was before the hunter had the security officer help the kids to their parents. He pocketed his phone, turning to Aro. "Gonna let the girls know to bring candy in for after tomorrow's show, let the little brats get some treats in. I mean, who the hell comes to Vegas on vacation at this time of the year, yeah?"

"People who don't plan well." Aro commented, grabbing for the bowl. "That was very kind of you."

Peter stared at him, making a face. "Shut up. 'm not kind."

"Clearly not." Aro chuckled softly as he put in the code to get to the flat once Peter joined him in the elevator.

"God, you should've just stayed upstairs, why'd you even follow me?"

"To see what this was all about."

"I would've just told you."

"It's more fun to see." Aro watched him roll his eyes, but he still smiled at the human anyway.

#the hunter au #vincturi #good omens extended universe

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havootu · 3 months

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Lessons of the Week: Understanding and Feeling Emotions (Acceptance)

Words Considered (Given)

Peace vs Bordom

"Is peace boring? Or is a mind without peace bored?"

ANSWER

"Boredom is when a mind is deprived of stimulation. Peace is when a mind doesn't need stimulation." - Qura comment

Peace: - freedom from disturbance; tranquility.

a state of harmony between people or groups; freedom from strife. law and order within a state; absence of violence or other disturbance

Bored:- feeling weary because one is unoccupied or lacks interest in one's current activity.

feeling tired and unhappy because something is not interesting or because you have nothing to do

• Radical self acceptance

Mother reveled the reason I often have issues with showing up as my full self, being afraid of what people might think is due to not fully accepting ALL of who I am . Understanding that the parts of who I am being a "good" or "bad" thing is only in my perspective.

Goes back to not shrinking or being "humble" anymore.

• Remembering my confidence

Naturally I'm a confident person, that in the past has come with the stigma of being "stuck up", or "intimidating" but it's not my job to appease anyone or make them feel comfortable. I am meant to be me and that's all. My natural energy is love and that comes through for those who get it. For others who are of low esteem, I'm not for them and it's none of my business. I was never made to shrink but stand out.

• Taking One Moment at a time

The mother says she is here to be of service to my deepest desires, she wants to see me flourish and serve my highest good.

My job is to make a decision on what I want and point. My job is not the who when where or how, expectancy.

Me expecting my truth and taking one moment at a time, small steps to that new truth, she is the magic that turns it real in my reality. She is here to serve me and I honor her by stepping into my purpose.

• Understanding that what I say to be true is true.

If I say things are hard then they are hard in my reality until I decide they are not. Asking the Mother to help me release and this old paradigm of everything is hard. It is a reality that I have created that I no longer want a part of. Release.

• On a more spiritual level

I have been living on my own limited human power for years, trying to figure out why I'm so drained. I understand it is because I have not allowed the power of the mother into my life, so she can do the heavy lifting and I can live. Human power is limited because all of our spiritual energy cannot reside in this human vessel, all of that energy would kill us. Most of it is left out, so we can live more freely in this existence and our higher self guides our steps, source, the universal magic brings it into fruition.

• Understanding My Emotional Eating

Taking notice of my body....

I notice that when I feel stuck and don't know what to do and feel frustrated, I feel the urge to eat. This insatiable need to stuff down my feelings of uncertainty.

- I've been taking the time to try to analyze these feelings, and understand my role in what happens next.

- the mother has helped me to understand boundaries in a situation. No I cannot control what my next order price will be, but I can remember that, I live in bounty and excess and always get what I need.

- to trust myself and where I'm going, even and especially in the moments where I feel like I'm getting it wrong. Even in the moments where I feel like I'm shying away from something. It's a reason why I've decided to retreat or not move forward with an idea. It is because there's something in me that needs to be addressed before I take the next steps.

- analyzing my thoughts going step by step to remember what's my role and what's her role in this situation.

Biggest Lesson Learned This Week

I often have felt weird that most things people get fulfillment from, I don't. I thought it was due to the depression and that is somewhat true but only a part of the answer.

I realize that no things, no money, no place that I could go, or opportunity that I could have, no success, no praise, no person, no relationship or friendships, nothing in this world or outside of me will ever feel that empty hole. I realize that even my hobbies was an attempt to try and feel that empty hole, which is the reason I don't do them as much anymore. I realize they are not the fix.

The mother applauded me during this conversation saying you finally get it. There is nothing outside of you that could fill the emptiness that you've been feeling. There's nothing out there anyways everything is you.

All these years you have been looking for a greater and deeper relationship with you. You get it now so here's the gift. A gift of remembrance, full acceptance, and full self love. As you remember these things and during a time where your mind is busy and uncertain, go into your heart and feel that fullness of self.

Relish in the silence, smile within yourself knowing that that's all you need was you. Let yourself be full remembering that all you have ever wanted and needed was you. That's the reason no one else or nothing else could get close or stay for long because you've been searching for you all these years.

*THANOS SNAP* 🤭

Final Thoughts

(I remember driving, and thinking to myself yes it feels great to help people but it's not fulfilling to me, It's just a fleeting thing. Everything every moment is a fleeting thing but the only thing that is still constant and always will be is me. I am the only constant in every situation. And if I'm okay with me even in the moments that I'm upset with me but I could still sit in my presence and love on me, That's the most fulfilling thing I've ever experienced. I am the constant in this universe. I am the only thing in this universe, and everything else are reflections. As I feel empty the world feels empty, as I feel full the world feels full. The only thing that has ever mattered, that I've ever wanted was me, because I knew deep down that only me could satisfy me. Only me could fill me. Because I'm the only thing here!

That's an amazing feeling. And because I'm human it's something that I will have to remember in the moments where things feel empty, and why they feel empty, because they are all fleeting moments I am the only thing that is forever! )

Things To Work On

• Accepting blessings

• Allowing things to be, not controlling every moment. There is no solidity in the moment there is only me.

• Not being afraid of the unknown or my future. I can handle it.

• Procrastination due to uncertainty. Create moments of solidity in plans. (One verse, in the book per day. One task to complete per day

• Address the freeze moment, talk myself through each emotion and allow myself to feel them

• Allow myself to grieve the past self. She is worth my tears because she is special to me and did her best. Let myself cry or feel sad.

• Self-compassion and trusting myself in every moment, especially uncertain ones.

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soraavalon · 3 months

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Marigold: Were the prayers just doing murders? Vanessa: Basically. I imagine she was also grabbing for more power by, you know, taking lives, sacrifice to herself. Tark: Ohh. Vanessa: Loophole, you pretend that it was from someone else. They ask for this to stop and you take away the cause. Tark: Hmm. Vanessa: Fear is faith as much as love. Tark: You think actually destroying all of the Shrines of Appeasement is actually going to stop? Vanessa: I hope it is going to slow. Well-meaning people who don't understand what's going on or know what's going on aren't bolstering her unintentionally. It's why I purified the offerings before we destroyed the shrine, rededicated them to the Crown. Eudora: Well I suppose I can see why she's upset with you. DM: Vanessa just kind of gives you a look of like 'Yeah, no shit.' She doesn't want to say it. Tark (OOC): Yeah. Eudora: Eudora's saying 'no shit' to herself. Vanessa: So if any of you know anything that can help me, that would be much obliged. I have been as forthright with you as I can be. Tark: We just know the name 'Vedephaen' and that's about it. That's as far as we've gotten. (OOC): 'Cause technically, that is as far as we've gotten. DM: True. Eudora (OOC): Yeah. DM: She'll still very carefully reach back into her bag and pull out her own notebook and prop it open and write it down. Tark: Gel pen? Vanessa: I'm fine. Tark: Suit yourself. Vanessa: What do you know of this Vedephaen? Perhaps I can bring it back to the higher-ups of the temple and see if they have records. Tark: Well, that's a problem. Eudora: Practically nothin', unfortunately. Tark: It was a name that... Vanessa: Under what context? Tark (OOC): Do we remember? I don't think I remember. Eudora (OOC): I looked it up. I think... Hunt (OOC): You were talking to the dead banshees, they were saying Jasper was calling for Vedephaen. Eudora: I'm just trying to figure out how Eudora's gonna phrase this. Tark (OOC): Just out of character, I mean, we could just say we heard it from some dead people. Eudora (OOC): Well yeah, but I wanna give her a little bit more than that just without [something] Jasper. Tark (OOC): Okay okay okay. Eudora: We were investigatin' a sacrifice of sorts that was made to bind a couple spirits to a place. Tark: Didn't even seem to have anything to do with, (OOC): This is out of character, wasn't the ruins, wasn't it about the... to like bind protect something there? DM: They were meant to keep people out of the ruins of the tower. Tark (OOC): Which was where we found... DM: The writing on the walls. Tark (OOC): Yeah. -going over what connections we made and what Tark knows- Eudora: So I think jsut to be clear on what Eudora is telling Vanessa right now. I think she is just going to say that we were on a job that involved this ritual, binding these two spirits to guard the place and that we managed, eventually, to speak with the spirits and they said that the person who bound them kept saying this name. Tark: But we weren't sure whether or not they were reading the name off of the walls or if they were doing it in service of this particular entity or whatever. Vanessa: Okay Tark: But we've been trying to find out more about this name and bupkis, my guy. Bupkis. Vanessa: I'll will take it back to the Cathedral and I will see if anything is known. Tark: Who else would know 'cause... hmm... (OOC): I don't think it would be a good idea if Tark reached out again to the temple being like 'Hey, I found this name' they're gonna be like 'Jesus Christ, what are you doing?!' if they do know anything. 'You're asking sus questions about necromancy and now you're asking about this.' Hunt (OOC): Like 'Do we need to put this name on a blacklist?' Tark (OOC): Oh Tark's probably already on the blacklist.

#d&d mischief #relni campaign #relni recap #Relni Chapter 48 #I think Tark's not yet on it #he was about to be on it but reworded his letter to the temple to avoid that

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scribecalledbest · 10 months

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The Different Types of Christians

A long time ago (probably years ago) the Holy Spirit spoke to me about the different types of Believers (Christians).

So for the sake of understanding, let us look at being a Christian or Believer as being employed by God. After all, that's EXACTLY what it is. When you become a Christian you are supposed to be laboring for the Kingdom of God.

Some see a lifestyle of faith the same way they see their jobs. Its just something they do to get by. The mindset, if verbalized, might sound something like:

"I'm just doing this so I don't go to hell."

People who think like this follow all or just enough of the rules to avoid being fired (hell). They're just waiting for retirement (heaven).

Meanwhile there are others who see a lifestyle of faith as a rewarding career! They have a service mentality. They are not concerned with titles because all they want to do is lead others to salvation.

These are the people who enjoy moving through the different levels of relationship with Abba Father.

The different types of Kingdom employees are:

Full Time: Always pressing towards the mark. (Philippians 3:14) Willing to go wherever the Lord sends them (Isaiah 6:8-11) and to do whatever He tells them.

Part Time: Lukewarm. One foot in the world, the other foot in the Kingdom (Matthew 6:24). They say things like "God knows my heart." This helps them to feel better about their sin because they know that God understands they are "good people" at heart. As long as the good intentions are there, they don't have to actually do the work of correcting their sins.

Seasonal: Only goes to church on holidays. Christmas, "Easter", New Year. Usually to appease someone that has been trying to get them to go to church during the year. Some just go to visit with the Lord like they would any other family member around that time of year.

Temp: Seeks the Lord when they need something, things are really bad, they've run out of alternatives, they're in deep and need a miracle, ect. What they had planned didn't work. All of a sudden the Lord is hearing from them everyday. But as soon as things get better, the Lord will not hear from them until the next crises.

Temp to hire: "I'll try it. If I like it, I'll stay." These are the people who may not really believe in God like that, but have a vague sense of Him. They are not opposed to God so they don't mind going to church with a friend or something. They don't even mind being prayed for. But they are not committed. They DO NOT mind practicing other "religions" too. These are the people that we can either bring closer to God or cause them to run from God, based on whether you have truly walked in righteousness in front of them.

Contract: Only if it benefits me (that I can see). Until I find something better, more convenient, fun, popular ect. This person needs to feel good all the time. They need to have their prayers answered their way and on their timeline. Most importantly, they cannot be bothered with the expectations of righteousness. They have the give to get mentality. I For example "I helped that old lady cross the street, so why didn't I get that new car I asked for." They do things only because they think they will be paid back immediately. A this for that kind of thing. God has a certain time window in which He needs to respond to them or all bets are off.

PRN (As needed): No particular regimen. They acknowledge and/or follow the Lord as needed. These are often the people who call themselves Christians because they "believe". But as far as how they live, anything goes! They can often be heard saying things like "Only God can judge me!" They feel justified in whatever they do because they at least avoid the "big" sins, like killing and stealing.

None of this is meant to knock people. All of us have had to start somewhere and many of us have done the work to get better. If we haven't, the good news is that we still can as long as we are alive.

Like most of what we do in this world, someone else is impacted by what and who we choose to be. When we do our Kingdom work, more people are helped and brought into salvation. However, when we slack off on the job, there are assignments that go unfinished. Imagine how many people are sitting somewhere, mad a God because a prayer was not answered. The truth is, He sent one of us to be an answer to that prayer but we decided we wanted to play around. In that scenario, one person's lack of inaction has caused a rift in someone else's relationship with God.

#christianity #spirituality #spiritual development #God #work in progress #employment #employees #Holy Spirit

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midnightstar-90 · 3 years

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Georgie Cooper x Reader

Summary: To appease his worried mother, Sheldon employs the techniques of a self-help book to try and make a friend.

Warnings: None

AN: I plan to write a new chapter once a week. It may change at the end of the school year. On the other hand, I tried to add more to the story. I hope you guys like it.

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Y/N's Pov

I am walking to lunch, and when I round the corner, I see Mary and George looking through the lunchroom window and talking to each other. I make a confused face while listening in on their conversation. "Look at him. It breaks my heart," Mary says sadly. "Poor little guy. Sitting all alone", George says sadly while responding to Mary's comment. "I don't know why his brother or even Y/N can't sit with him. Actually, Where is Y/N. I don't see her anywhere."

"I'm right here," I say, spooking Mary and George before continuing with, "Also, I tried to sit with Sheldon on his first day, and he said it would be best for me to sit with people who have the same intellect as me. I found that rude because he meant Georgie, and I am so much smarter than Georgie. Anyways, Georgie doesn't sit with him because he says In school, they don't know each other". I look between Georgie and Sheldon, then look at my godparents. "Yeah, come on Mary, when you were in high school would you have lunch with a nine-year-old," George asked Mary. "Yes, I would have," Mary responded. "Well, there is something wrong with you." I took George's words as a sign to leave.

"Well, I'm... gonna... go," I told the married couple before heading into the lunchroom to sit with Georgie and our friends. I sat down to Georgie, trying to fit as many grapes as he can into his mouth. "Fourteen," he yelled out while all of Georgie's friends cheered him on. Georgie spits them all out before turning to me. "What did you think," Georgie asked me, trying to get my opinion on his 'cool' trick. "Georgie, if I wanted to see you stuff your mouth, I would just wait till dinner. In other words, not that interesting," I told my best friend. Georgie replied with a sad "oh" before going back to talking with his friends. I went back to finishing my newest sketch of a finch.

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Georgie and I walked into the house. "Georgie, would you do me a tiny little favor," Mary asked Georgie while he was getting a drink out of the fridge. I sat with the girl I thought of as a little sister before saying hi. Georgie responded back with a "like what" before Mary asked Georgie to sit with Sheldon. I already told Mary why I don't sit with Sheldon. Missy with her smart remarks told Georgie, "Don't do it. I ate with him in second grade, it really hurt my social life." Georgie walked off while replying to Mary with a "No thanks". I kicked Missy under the table, then gave her a 'seriously' look. I shook my head and followed Georgie to 'help' him with his homework, which was more like do his work.

I don't follow Georgie because I'm his lost puppy. I follow Georgie to help him. Without me, Georgie would grow up to be a homeless man with great hair. I am basically Georgie's Guardian angel.

"Georgie, why do I always end up doing your homework? At this point, I don't even think you know how to read. Those magazines are just for show, and you know it. You probably only look at the pictures," I said to Georgie while sitting on his bed doing our geometry homework. "Aw, come on Y/N, don't you know that you're the smartest out of both of us. Without you, I would probably still be in the 5th grade. You were right about something though, those books are for looking, but I can read you." I roll my eyes at Georgie's comment before looking down and smiling.

I admit I might have a bit of a crush on Georgie but we're best friends, and how could I ever compare those girls in his magazine. If I tell Georgie that I like him, that could ruin our friendship, and that would be weird because we live together. So, I just stick to being his best friend. That way our friendship isn't ruined and I can still be as close to him as I can.

"Well I finished your homework and it's 10 o'clock, so I guess this is it. Have a good night," I said before heading out.

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Georgie's POV

Y/N walked out of my room. I felt sad because she was gone. We talk all day, she does my homework, and we have practiced together, but I still miss her. "Maybe I like her," I mumble to myself while laying down staring at the ceiling. "Naw, that can't be," I said. I shut off my light and fell asleep.

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Y/N's POV

I was leaving my art class when I see Sheldon talking to one of the cheerleaders. It's weird to be seeing Sheldon interacting with people without them running off and crying. It interested me so much I decided to listen in.

"Go wolves," Sheldon said in a monotone voice. Jessica closed her locker confused. Sheldon responded back to Jessica with, "You're a cheerleader, and by saying "Go Wolves" I'm initiating a conversation about something that interests you." "Oh, are you one of those special ed kids," Jessica asked still trying to understand what was happening. The older sister part of me kinda felt angry that she said that, but on the other hand she was talking to Sheldon. "My mom says I'm special. Would you like to be friends" Sheldon asks. She tells him, no, but Sheldon keeps going, "Are you sure? What if I told you I admired your boldly-applied makeup?" Jessica walks off offended.

I walk up to Sheldon frantically and say, "Sheldon, you can't say mean things like that. I'm at the top of the pyramid today, and Jessica is right underneath me." "Oh, I didn't know what I said was offensive. I thought that I was complimenting her," Sheldon says. "Well, just try not to insult people. If you don't know what to say, don't say anything to them." Sheldon replies with an "alright" before walking away from me. I watch Sheldon go before heading to my next class.

I got to my next class and I sat down beside Georgie. "I just ran into Sheldon trying to make friends," I told Georgie while I get the stuff I need for class out of my backpack. "I feel bad for whoever had to put up with Sheldon. That boy is not one for making friends," Georgie responds to my comment. "Well, I think it's cute, but I feel bad because he didn't make one friend." "You sound like my mom," Georgie says. I glare at Georgie. The teacher walks in and starts the class.

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I hear Mary yelling about how Sheldon made a friend. I felt happy for him. I feel like Sheldon would really benefit from having a friend. I mean, I have Georgie, and we're inseparable.

I also heard Sheldon ask if he can start his rocketry hobby again with his new friend and I dipped. The last time he launched a rocket he killed a family of squirrels and my eyebrows. I wanted to bond with Sheldon so I helped him with his rocket.

I went downstairs to watch tv with Missy. She was watching DuckTales. "I'm surprised you're not with Georgie," Missy comments as I sit down with her. I roll my eyes and say, "Georgie isn't my whole life. I talked to Sheldon earlier, and now I just want to hang out with you. Sheldon has a new friend now, I have Georgie, but I feel like you don't have anyone to hang out with. So, what do you say tomorrow I take you to get your nails done." Missy's eyes go wide and she excitedly shouts, "Yes, I'm gonna go tell mom!"

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After school, Missy and I went to get our nails done.

(Missy's Nails)

(Y/N's Nails)

When Missy and I got home Mary told us that Sheldon's friend was coming over. Missy and I sat down to talk and watch tv. There was a knock at the door, and that set Mary off. "He's here," she yelled. "Everybody, stay calm! Just a normal day, just a normal dinner," she continued. Missy asks if she and I can eat in front of the TV, which obviously didn't end well.

We're all sitting at the dinner table, except for Mary, when George starts asking Tam, questions. George makes it weird when he asked Tam if his mom was named Kim-lee. Me and Georgie look at each other with a cringed look.

Georgie releases us from the weird vibes when he asks Tam, "So, Vietnam, like in Rambo." Tam responds with a "yes" and then Georgie continues with, "That's a cool movie." Georgie asks Tam if he's in Rambo and I look at him and elbow him in the ribs. Georgie says, "oww, what was that for" before Tam tells him "no". Sheldon brings the conversation back to George's comment, but it is cut off by Mary serving dinner.

We learned a lot about Tam's family and life. It was very interesting. Georgie said a couple more stupid things, which earned him a few more elbows to the ribs.

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I was in my room, getting ready for bed. Georgie walks in and sits on my bed.

(Y/N's Room)

(Y/N's PJ's)

"How was the day with my sister," Georgie asks me. I sign for Georgie to get off the bed and say, "We had fun. After our nails, we went to Dairy Queen and got a blizzard. I think Missy and I really needed today, you know." Georgie helps me make my bed and continues the conversation, "I missed you today." "Is Georgie Cooper jealous? Georgie Cooper didn't have someone to do his homework and now he's sad," I said mocking Georgie. Georgie grows a sad look on his face and says, "No, I missed my best friend. Not the girl that does my homework, or the girl that helps me clean my room. I miss the girl I talk to for hours. The girl that makes me feel special compared to the rest of my family. I miss that girl and that girl is you."

"Wow, that was deep for a kid that went a couple of hours without seeing me, but I know how you feel. Missy and Sheldon don't know how to do the things we do. I almost made Missy cry by insulting her earlier. I think I hang around boys too much," I say getting ready to lay down. Georgie climbs into the bed with me and we silently talk for the rest of the night.

#montana jordan #georgie cooper #georgie cooper x reader #george cooper #mary cooper #missy cooper #sheldon cooper #meemaw #young sheldon #big bang theory #fanfic #x reader #connie tucker #wattpad

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Stuck in 1903

Part Two

Masterlist

Summary: Damon and Bonnie had come to your rescue, or so you thought, but it is Kai’s every intention to get close to you again

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder, bad friendships, mentions of poison, swearing

Word Count: 2052

Find Part One Here

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If the Other Side continued to exist, then you would be there rather than this subordinate prison world which had been designed for one bad witch. Kai's own kind feared him, you had experienced him mentally draining your energy, he was a chore to put up with, but he could do much more than that, you had learnt from Bonnie. He fed off magic, physically stealing it from bodies and items that harboured any of it, which had poisoned his mind to hunt for power. Your friends had informed you that he had murdered his siblings, well some of them anyway, and had attempted to do so to more of them. And now you knew, with supporting evidence, never to trust Malakai Parker.

Without Damon and Bonnie you had to resort to fending for yourself, which was not at all difficult since this version of Mystic Falls that you were trapped in was quite literally a ghost town. The forever enveloping silence was torture, though the method of ignorance had not been designed for you; it was all for Kai, and that unsettled you. There was one more thing that you had been dreading - the possibility that you could not escape from the remote isolation without the aid of the guest starring siphon himself. This hell was built to contain him for eternity, but now there was magic that he could use to his own advantage nearby.

Your cheek rested upon the side of your hand, mushing the flesh whilst your elbow was poised upon the countertop of the kitchen island in the Salvatore house. All of your concentration validated your deep thoughts, of which you were broken from as a plate was placed directly in front of you, a pancake decorated with chocolate chips and syrup to form a smiley face. Damon was the culprit as he threw a tea towel over his shoulder, expectedly looking at you.

"I'm not hungry." You informed the vampire, who simply frowned at your lack of an appetite. "I ate yesterday, which was technically today." Beneath the table, you crossed your ankles, as you earnt a sigh from your well aged friend; he clearly was not impressed by your behaviour. But you didn't know what he had expected from you, you had been trapped here for longer than you could remember, and alone until you had discovered the man that had been outcast by his own family. At the time you had not known of his murderous tendencies, and had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and you wouldn't like to admit it but you even missed him a little.

He was annoying and cocky, and withheld crucial information from you, though there was something that contradicted that all. Whenever any one of your friends had suffered the fate of death, they were always attempted to be brought back to life against the natural order of things. It made you wonder and doubt a little if they had even tried to resurrect you. In this separated reality, there was no jurisdiction so that you could know, though each time that either Damon or Bonnie looked at you, you could swear that there was guilt written in their gazes.

"Look I knew being stuck here with Kai must have fucked you up-" he should have bit his lip, his assumptions were anything but correct. And that was proven as you defensively darted out of your seat and jabbed your finger in his face, making him pivot his jaw back. There were many things that were 'fucked up', and supposing that you were one of them because you had died after sacrificing yourself to ensure that they all continued to live just didn't settle right with you. The context of the morbid situation did not help with condoning any reassurance at all, in fact, it gave a spine to your lack of faith in him and the others in the first place. Out of everyone, it was inherently worse to be here with Damon, all he had cared about was his precious Elena as well as himself, and after existing for well over a century, that was insurance that he was never going to change.

"It wasn't him who did that to me, it was roaming this damned place by myself, I had no one. And as crazy as it sounds, I think spending time with the notorious Malakai Parker helped me keep what was to spare of my sanity. If I'm not wrong, I may even say that I've found more being here than dealing with the bullshit y'all cause back home." Perhaps your words were a tad harsh, if Bonnie were in the room you were sure that she'd have a somewhat understanding of what you were saying. Though she was not, and thus you had to deal with the harshness of her best friend all by your lonesome. And it seemed that you had rattled him, apparently he couldn't handle the truth.

"Then why don't you run back to the sociopath? When we discovered that you were here, we found the pair of you attached to the hip anyways. And with him inside of you, I'd never seen you so darn happy, better here with him than tempting me to drink bleach from the way that you constantly complained when you were alive; I swear you were worse than Donovan." It was on your mind's own command for you to take a step back, and away from the toxin that Damon had so cruelly spat at you. Ans the way that he compared you to Matt made you angry; it was though he were ignoring that there were valid reasons for the blond to be the way that he was - after all, the monster before you had practically killed his sister. A laugh renegaded out from your mouth as you realised that you had been right all along, none of them cared. You were just a burden that stopped them from having a perfect life together. If this were a book, then this would be the beginning to your villain arc, and ironically enough Damon saw himself as one of the good guys. Now that was utterly ridiculous after every reckless thing that he had ever done!

"Have it your way then bloodsucker." All along, you should have trusted your guy, and from now on you knew that you would listen to it. And strangely enough, it was calling you to Kai, maybe it was because he was your last resort to escaping this imprisonment that had been meant for him alone. Turning on your heel, you heard Damon flop the towel down on the side and sigh, though you continued to walk, appeasing your better judgement elsewhere. "Wait." He tried to convince you to stay, belatedly understanding the mistake that he had made, but it was no use, you were already on your journey of getting as far away as possible from him.

The Mystic Grill, it remained to be familiar in your eyes as you entered. It was empty and void of drunken assholes and narcissists that you had wasted too much time on. The only person that you missed in the modern alternative was Matt Donovan, he was the only person that didn't treat you as though you were invisible or a nuisance. You wondered how he was coping with your absence, knowing him, he was probably relieved that Damon was gone. But you weren't, because he was here with you instead. Trailing your fingertips over the counter of the bar, out of the corner of your eye you saw a lonely glass of bourbon that was sat there as though it were lamenting you with mockery. You tried to hold your sentimental sob inside, but it was practically impossible. It tore through your body, bellowing out from your mouth as you stifled and fought through your tears.

A hand caressed the landscape of your back causing you to jump and flinch from the unexpected contact. One thing that you had learnt from evading and eventually experiencing the qualms of death, was that you could never be too careful. For no more than a second you had predicted that the intruder to your pity party was Damon, that he had followed you as you tried to distance yourself from him, but alas it was not, instead of being greeted by a fretless vampire, you were condemned by the sight of a powerless witch, of whom had purposely interjected your moment of cracked emotion and wore a brave smile for you. Wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves, you couldn't help but snap at him. "If you're here to finish what we started then tough luck Parker, you've been here long enough and you have two hands, figure something else out."

His tongue darted out to swipe at his own bottom lip, as he raised his hand, showcasing his offering to you. "I was only going to see if you wanted a pork rind, you look like you could use one." Sighing, you dug your hand into the pungent packet that was littered with dust and crumbs, retrieving a few treats for yourself as you placed them in your mouth. "And now should be when the poison kicks in..." With your hand, you gave him a little shove as you tolled your eyes at his homicidal comedy. "Come on, that was funny! I'm funny!"

"If you say so, there's not very many people around to give you an honest opinion." It was true, the only other human like lifeforms impartially close by were Damon and Bonnie, and well, you weren't going to scurry back to them anytime soon. "And if you had poisoned me, then you would know that I would be fine and dandy in not so long, It wouldn't make a difference if that wasn't the case either, I mean I'm already dead, what could be worse than that?" Kai looked at you with shock; he didn't know that about you, that you had actually suffered a final breath. Now he thought about it, the grand scheme of things he didn't know much about you in general, though he was prepared to learn. He had often found death to be fulfilling, satisfying even, but he'd never thought about its victims being so beautiful. Yet here you were before him, by chance the one force that could motivate and help him find a way out of this jarring hole of reaping misery.

"You're here, that's all that matters." As soon as those words fled from his lips he realised exactly what he had said, and a blush framed his features. "I um - that wasn't what I - you know, yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head at this new side that you were seeing of Malakai. His parents called him Malakai, of course he was going to become a killer, but right now you saw nothing more than an embarrassed boy whose skin had flushed as an affect of his own words. From your experience, everyone was either the killer or the killed - you two were one of each. Like ying and yang, you fit perfectly, it was a balanced divide that was settled on whichever rhythm played out in the air. And to correspond with that thought you walked over to the jukebox, a song beginning to play which made Kai want to cover his ears. "I hate this song." He told you; he really did, if he could murder it, he would without a doubt.

"Then don't listen, just dance with me." You extended your hands out to him, to which he begrudgingly reached for. And as he snapped his eyes open, he realised that was all a memory, and that goddamn song was still playing. All he could think about was you, he had seen how upset you had been to die, and yet you were gone again, and it was all down to your so called friends. One was standing before him as he sat in chains, imprisoned against a chair. "Are you here to punish me?" He asked Bonnie, wanting nothing more than shut his eyes and see your face again.

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canonerarecsonly · 3 years

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Why do hellers think calling Sam and dean’s relationship unhealthy is gonna hurt us? We know that it is, yes they fight and say shit to each other but they still love each other and would do anything for each other. What I hate is how they think their ship is pure and healthy when it’s not and plus siblings aren’t supposed to be in a healthy and pure relationship I’m glad that Sam and dean aren’t like that because it would just be boring I do hate it when they fight but it would be boring, idk if this is just me but yea.

No! I completely agree. It absolutely drives me crazy when Hellers pull the "toxic relationship" card. Seriously?! I know they barely make sense as it is but when they do this they really make themselves look as if they've been deprived of oxygen.

Sam and Dean do have a screwed up dynamic. Thats what makes them so compelling. Yes, they do/say fucked up shit to each other...but it always comes back to some twisted crossed wires intense interpretation of love. They make each other go crazy because their love is so intense its hard to express normally. And honestly, it doesn't matter if you perceive it as sexual or platonic...it can be either and thats another reason its insane. (and the writers actually did this purposefully which drives me crazy)

And guess what hellers thats ok, because they aren't real! Its a fictional ship involving fictional characters. You can get as twisted as you want in fiction...thats the point a lot of the times.

HOWEVER, Dean and Cas's relationship is set up as an "intense bond" which we never really hear about again. Then they are framed as "best friends" yet Dean is constantly berating, belittling and battering Cas. Sam actually sticks up for Cas more than Dean. (Yet Hellers hate Sam) Every time Dean says/does something crappy to Cas its never addressed, like with Sam. Its never thought about because it doesn't matter. Writers throw the "friends" moments in to appease hellers because honestly Cas and Dean's relationship is an after thought time filler. It comes off that way to every viewer except for hellers but they just keep embarrassing themselves.

Dean always leaves Cas in danger/distress when it comes to helping Sam. Oh but...Destiel is such a romantic and pure love! Yeah, that would make sense if they meant it in a funny crack ship way...but they actually mean this shit. Its ridiculous.

OHHHH and that heart wrenching scene where Dean is holding Cas's trench coat after he "dies"....well even Jensen said it was stupid and OOC for Dean and there was no reason to do that.

Sorry...I didn't mean to turn this into a rant. Maybe I'm naive but I just don't understand how Hellers can even use the Destiel is perfect love vs. toxic winchesters argument. Pick another hill to die on Hellers because this one is a mirage.

#anti hellers #anti destiel #the epic love story of sam and dean #for anon

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Uncomfortable close-up to their Valentine Newlywed answers

Since Rhett was a tad reluctant to compliment Link sincerely I decided to use my psychoanalytical skills (anyway whatever) and seek the underlying honest answers they wanted to give. This could be a bit much at times and perhaps you shouldn't read if you are not a Rhink shipper, that's why I used a cut.

"What he loves about me" Link's expression is a little confusing - maybe an attempt at doubt or self-deprecation but it looks to me more like the embarrassment of the blushing bride.

"I love your..."

Who wants to bet that the first thing that came to Rhett's mind was ass but then he changed it to the first word that came to his mind after ass? A-ccent. Like, there's just no case accent was the first thing he thought because Link's accent isn't even that strong at this point. When Link got surprised at that, Rhett simply replied that he was trying to find something funny. But even so, like I said earlier, Rhett does love Link's accent. I am sure he is fond of it, he finds it adorable. And let's not forget he said "there was so much he could choose from"!

Link looks disappointed that it's not his guess, his eyes. An interesting thing here is that although he used a personality trait for Rhett, he expected / hoped for this physical trait for himself. But don't feel sorry - Rhett has talked about his baby blues and has even gone to the ridiculous extents of planning to make a blog exclusively for Link's eyes. So don't worry; it is known that Rhett at least acknowledges the beauty of Link's eyes. At least. And Link was expecting this from a place of knowledge and not as an attempt to be silly-sappy.

Things Rhett thinks Link loves about him:

voice (Link will later say he loves his laugh and this is close, he's also enchanted every time Rhett sings so...)

height (Link once said he is attracted to "people of extreme heights")

hair (we know that)

beard (lie detector test)

giving spirit (lol totally)

creativity (they've talked about this many times)

eyebrows (if Link has said he likes Rhett's eyelashes then liking his eyebrows is certain)

Rhett was guessing from a place of knowledge too.

Rhett then said he loves stories of Link's grandma doing weird things with him and I don't like being the weirdo to spell out the weird thing but Rhett's interest in that is vaguely associated to his weird mind being always in the gutter. I don't mean it turns him on of course but he loves hearing weird stuff that border on creepy. You know it's true. Sometimes he's like that. Link took revenge for the accent joke with the psoriasis.

Wow we saw some Rhett teeth. Link answered sincerely with a super cute "I love your laugh" but Rhett just said "I love the sound your mouth makes when you don't chew". Oh well. Link regretted being sincere and Rhett, after some good laughter, defended himself by saying "he (Link) walked himself into it". This makes exactly zero sense and I am wondering whether he meant Link walked himself into it by choosing the vulnerable / sincere way. Or if he just didn't know what he was talking about.

Rhett then asks for the next answer to be complimentary. He then repeats he has strong feelings about Link's accent. Again, I believe this! In a positive light. IDK, I do believe this. Link said he has strong positive feelings for Rhett's car which I found weird like Rhett because I thought it was established Link has the better car of the two. Who knows, maybe he lied about the positive thing. Unless he connects it in his mind with memories / experiences.

Link's guess a little later:

Link: If I wanted to, I could easily... start over.

Rhett: Start over?! Like, whole life?

L: ...Yeah, just like, get a re-do.

R: Huh.

L: And I would be like "Really? How?"

R: Mmkay. I said "If you wanted to, you could easily kill me".

Okay, this gets a little deeper. I think what initially Link meant was a joke about starting over regarding his relationship with Rhett. Rhett didn't get that and asked him if he meant his whole life. Link considered that "mmyeah..." and realised it wasn't that far off from what he meant, all jokes aside. Link does wish he could start over and redo many things in his life. This surely has A LOT to do with their religious upbringing. And maybe how it affected Link's choices. Stevie's laughter is so out of place sometimes. Rhett does not laugh and tries to rush this moment. Rhett's answer about Link killing him is not exactly weird or offensive or mean as I saw some people consider it. It shows, maybe subconsiously, several things; Link's intensity, Rhett's pliable nature especially to Link and it might be more indicative of how Rhett feels about Link than anything else, at least in this video.

And then, out of nowhere, or maybe so it seems to us, Rhett goes ballistic against everyone. He starts complaining about those complaining when they didn't give each other heartfelt compliments. Link joked he agrees with them. Rhett attempted to let this slip although it angered him. The crew laughed with Link's joke, meaning they kinda sided with him, and Rhett turned basically mad at Link.

He accused Link that he did the same that day and Link entirely deflected the conversation. All I'm gonna say is that don't think they don't communicate with each other about how they approach certain situations. I wonder if at times they misunderstand each other or one changes opinion suddenly and leaves the other hanging. Link tries to stop Rhett from going on but Rhett is unstoppable at this point.

You might say Rhett was straight out mean right there and I sure was like "whoa where did this all come from, man" but mean is not a reasonable explanation. He was angry and his words show he is in a pressured state. Unless you tend to have mood swings, which Rhett doesn't really have as far as I know, you don't go from all cutesy and mischievous to furious in milliseconds. Except if there is an underlying suppressed cause. And you may ask, okay does he feel pressured to say a compliment to Link? Is this such a big deal? Well, yes and no. I don't think Rhett meant "we're not gonna hold hands" or "compliment each other" when we ask it. I think we know what he means. I think he's talking about the - well, in his words - elephant in the room. The actually serious consideration that there is something more there. The expectation that it might get revealed at any point - whether intentionally or unintentionally. Rhett loses control at that moment, which is why Link, who knows him well, warns him to not go there but Rhett still does. And again, you might say: well, no fan asked them to kiss or to confirm anything! We asked them simple stuff that can be normal between platonic friends too. Yes, but there is something we don't take often into account. The mythical crew. The mythical crew are actually the ones who monitor closely what the fans believe, want and prefer to watch. This means that the crew has to inform and discuss with Rhett and Link how much they are gonna please the audience and in what ways. Which means that a crew of 50+ people have an elaborate opinion on what fans think of Rhett and Link's relationship (next to their own opinion of course) and this has to be communicated with them face to face. In short, Rhett and Link have their privacy invaded not only by the fans but by their employees and, moreover, they are forced to always have fun with it and take it lightly. Again, you could think: well, they could forbid any rhink reference to the crew from now on. And you would think this WOULDN'T make the crew MORE suspicious at this point? All I am saying, they are fine when they make rhink insinuations / jokes voluntarily but most of the time is forced upon them by both the fans and employees and this can be uncomfortable at best if they are just friends or tyrannical if there is something more there that they still keep for themselves. So, Rhett's frustration comes from a deeper place than being expected to give a compliment. If I were in their place as I imagine it (I could always be entirely wrong) I would feel like a muppet trying to balance all my reactions towards thousands of people, with several dozens of them being paid by me to scrutinize me and order me how exactly to act!

There is a cut following Rhett's vent and you can see that Rhett is trying to calm himself down.

He speaks to himself, mumbling "yeah alright yeah ok ok" and by the expressions I can tell he acknowledges he lost control. That doesn't mean he regretted what he said - just that he said more than it benefits him to say and apparently he said a lot more in the unedited video. Kudos then to Link, who actively tries to calm his friend down and make him feel more comfortable.

This might be unpleasant to some but from his stance I conclude that Link agrees with Rhett or at least understands him. He was just wise enough to not say it out loud. Link first warned Rhett to not speak and then stayed quiet as Rhett was venting. After the cut, we see him trying to help Rhett calm down and relax and he characteristically invites Rhett to focus his attention on him and find something he really loves about him. This is not a complaint - Link is smiling and is warm to Rhett. What he essentially does is trying to help Rhett forget he is being watched by thousands and his every word is weighted, which of course is Rhett's main problem. He just says "forget about them and focus on me and just say something you love, it's all good". I just love Link here. He's supportive and caring.

The next question is what Link loves when Rhett blanks his blank and Rhett is trying to picture it-

I have no doubt Link loves that. The ear thumbing, I mean.

So, then I am adding the stills that redeemed Rhett in the fandom:

But not to be that person, it's obvious that Rhett plays it up a ridiculous lot. And not even to appease the angry fans but probably to make fun of their anger. That's why Link laughs with his face and his answer "I love remembering the time we met".

This doesn't interest me at all. Instead, I am much more interested in Link's nonsensical answer "I love remembering the time we died" because what?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Link tends to say occasionally stuff that doesn't make sense but I don't think he would pass on the chance to say something even remotely meaningful in an opportunity like this and especially regarding his relationship with Rhett. Link clarifies: "...when we died. This is heaven". There are two possibilities and only two: a) this makes ZERO sense and it's the worst and most pointless joke ever and b) this is symbolic or something only Rhett could understand. Rhett does not dismiss this as stupid or silly with his usual done look. He asks questions about it and they discuss at length about how it happened that they died and why they went to heaven since it seems they killed each other. Well, it's because they killed each other in the exact same time with a prod-like tool and they escaped Good Ol' God's (in Link's words) notice. Okay. I'm just leaving this here and you can all draw your own conclusions. Personally, I am torn between a symbolical death and rebirth when they left their religious selves behind and death being used as a well known old metaphor of a certain physical state. It would work even more if it was both. Or Link was just talking nonsense. Let's not exclude that. So yeah. That's all I had to say................

#rhink #rhett mclaughlin #link neal #gmmore #good mythical more #don't read if you don't like rhink #mythical corner #mythical

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🧡Dragon!RaihanxReader🧡

Drakes Keep

The townspeople live in fear of the dragon in the forest and have decided to make you the sacrifice to save them all. But perhaps the dragon isnt something to fear after all.

This was how it ends. You thought to yourself as night descended. The only sound was the occasional breeze rustling the branches or the distant howl of a dog. You tried once again in vain to wriggle from the rope that kept you tied to the tree. Letting the back of your head hit the trunk with a thump, you bit your lip and finally allowed yourself to cry. This really was the end.

A dragons supper, that was your fate. The creature that called the abandoned castle home had returned, and the fear of what it could do had sent the townspeople into hysterics. Turning to the old ways once more to keep it appeased. Unfortunately for you, that had meant you were the one tossed to the beast. The old stories spoke of fair maidens and kings sons bravely sacrificing themselves for the better of others. But of course no one wanted to send their beloved children to death. But you? Orphaned and thieving,___? No one opposed that. And now you stood, hands bound to a tree as close to the Drakes Keep as they dared to bring you, waiting for death.

Night had finally fallen. The sound of crickets and the skittish steps of a rabbit your only company. Then as suddenly as it started, the forest was quiet and still as a grave. Even the breeze that blew the branches seemed to stop. Then the snap was heard. Then another. The crunch of leaves as if something heavy was being dragged across the ground. Then you saw it, a pair of teal blue eyes peeking out from between the trees. Tears continued to stream down your face as you locked gazes with the creature that would end.

"Just make it quick," you managed to choke out, throat raw from your sobbing. Not even sure if the beast could even understand you. "Please, be fast, that's all I ask."

The dragon finally moved. It slowly stepped out of the darkness and you could see it in it's full view. It's dark midnight scales almost blended into the night, in stark contrast to the golden scales that went up its stomach and throat. It tilted its triangular head curiously as it examined its food. Your eyes snapped shut as it got closer and closer, until you felt the hot breath of your face. The wet sound of its jaws opening was heard, and you could not help but scream.

Then the ropes went slack.

"Relax." said a deep voice. "I wont do anything."

Opening your eyes, the dragon looked down at you, spitting out a piece of rope. "I...I… I dont understand." You shuddered out, wiping you tear stained face. "You arent going to eat me?"

The dragon rolled its eyes. "Honestly, what's with these villagers and thinking I want to eat people? Of course not."

You removed the last bits of rope around your wrist, glancing at the dragon all the while. It wasn't going to kill you. What did it want? "So…" you began cautiously. "What now?

"What do you mean what now?"

"If I'm not a meal, then what was the point of sacrifices? What is it that you want from the village."

"Nothing." The dragon replied as if it should have been plain as day. "I never wanted any sacrifices ever. I untie them and let them go. I don't want anything from your village."

"But… but…" you stammered. "The missing livestock. And all those old stories about a dragon that burned the town centuries ago!"

"My grandpa," the dragon replied. "Dont remember much about him, other than he was an old grouch. But that was a couple decades before I was even bored. as for livestock, sorry to say I was hungry. Large game have been scarce. Not my first choice, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Now," the dragon leaned down and sniffed at you, its warm breath blowing at your hair. "Who are you?"

"-_" you stammered.

"And why, ___… did they decide to pick you to feed it the beast?"

You looked down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "No one wanted me." You answered honestly. "They were glad to have me gone."

The dragon sniffed once more, like a hunting hound committing a scent to memory. There was the sound of thunder out in the distance. "Well, you're free of them now." Was his only reply. "Theres another town just south of here." He pointed a claw to his left. "I can only guess you wouldn't want to go back from where you came."

You looked back between the direction the men who had tied up went,then the dragon, then to the direction he pointed. "So...so you'll let me go? Just like that?"

"Just like that." He assured.

It seemed too easy. The dragon letting you go and free to start a new life far far away. The sound of thunder drew a little closer, and with it the wind returned to rustle the trees. You shivered. They had taken your cloak when you were arrested, and obviously did not bother to give it back when you had been left to die.

The dragon seemed to take note of this, and tilted his head curiously. "What's the matter?"

"Cold." You admitted. "Since I can leave, do you happen to know where I could sleep for the night?"

The dragon eyed you once more and sniffed again as if looking for something of offense. When it seemed he did not find it, the dragon turned and nodded his head towards the direction he had come. "Follow me."

"You know my name," you said as you followed the creature further into the forest. "What's yours?"

"Raihan." He replied. "The Great Raihan."

"Who calls you that?" You asked,trying hard not to snort.

"Plenty of people." He said, twigs and leaves crunching under heavy feet. "I'll have you know, I have met many a knight and king that called me a great dragon."

"What kings? Anyone I might have heard of?"

"All sorts," he assured. "King Lance of Kanto. Queen Cynthia of Sinnoh. And most recently, your king Leon here in Galar."

"So tell me then, great dragon Raihan, why are you out here in the back water forests outside of my nowhere village?"

"Just as birds migrate, so do dragons." He explained. "We go from place to place, seeking spots of comfort to rest. Making a new home for ourselves or going to old ones."

"I take it this is an old home then?"

"Very old." He finally stopped and gestured to an ancient stone structure. With its half crumbled towers and vine covered parapets. "Very old indeed."

"I've only ever heard of this place." You said in awe as you walked up the stone steps of the ancient castle. "My grandmother used to tell me about the dragons lair. She and all the other elders called it The Drakes Keep."

"That's what you humans call it, yes." Raihan replied, pushing his large scaly body against the giant oak doors to open them. "But the true name of this place is Hammerlocke. Hammerlocke Castle."

Walking into the grand entrance, Hammerlocke caslte was oddly well kept for not having a human inhabitant for centuries. Aside from the few cracks in the stone from age, the floor was clean of dirt and debris. There was even decorative tapestries that still adorned the walls.

Raihan pushed against the doors once more to shut them firmly, keeping the cold out. Then you realized something.

"Um… not to sound rude or anything. But this doesn't look like a living space, and the doorways look far too small for you."

"Good observation. Sadly, castle life isn't very accommodating to this form."

"Form?"

Instead of elaborating, Raihan showed you what he had meant. In a flash of light you saw the large creature shrink down and take the form of a very tall and very handsome young man. He stretched out and let out a sigh. "Yes form." He grinned at your shocked expression. "There are many things about dragons you don't know."

It turned out dragons were very hospitable. Raihan had kept the fire in the sitting room going with ease, making warmer than you had ever known. He had a sorts of finery stashed away, including good coats and blankets of the softest materials. He had explained it was in a dragons to hoard things of great interest or value. Despite that he may not have a need fancy furs to keep him warm or nice bottles of wine, they were still soft to lay on and tasty to drink, and so he kept them.

"I'm still surprised dragons can take human form." You commented, swaddled up nicely in the furs Raihan had loaned you, stomach full of the food he had gathered the other day.

"Oh yes, we are creatures of magic. Dragons,unicorns, the various breeds of fae." He took a sip from the golden goblet he poured the wine into. Unlike you he seemed to not be feeling the effects of it. "We were created by magic, neither human nor animal. So we are free to choose whichever form we please."

"Do you appear human often?"

He shrugged. "I'd say it's fairly even. There is a time and a place for my true form, and I do enjoy visiting cities and what not, and that only really can be done like this." He gestured to his human form.

"I was always told dragons would sit in caves on piles of gold. Seeking princesses and young knights to drag away. Never that they like to be tourists."

"Everyone is different." He said. "Truth be told, all those stories are rather old fashioned. Me? I like humans. Well...some of you." He flashed you a grin, seeming to imply you were one of the likeable ones. "I suppose I've always been a rather curious one. When I was a hatchling, I would sneak off to town and play with local children."

"Now that does not surprise me," you said playfully while returning his grin. "You strike me as the sort who was a little scamp when they were young."

"Oh trust me, you are not far off." He chuckled. "My parents could do nothing to keep me away. Everywhere we went, I sought out people, and when I was grown I went all over. I learned to read in many of your human tongues. Learned histories of every land I could. Befriended as many as I could."

"That sounds amazing," you said wistfully. The life he described sounded like it could have only existed in a novel. You had never been able to venture out past the borders of the village. "I envy you, Raihan. I've never known such freedom."

"Well now you can." He replied. "All those townspeople think you won't return. You can start somewhere else."

Looking down at your own golden cup, your reflection stared back in the red wine. Never go back...that certainly was not the problem. They would not miss you, and you would not miss them. But what kind of life could you have out there? "I doubt wherever I go will be much better."

"And why is that?"

"...Once a thieving urchin, always a thieving urchin." You said with all the resentment in you. That brand had followed you over half your life, and odds are it would follow you to the grave.

"I take it that's why they tied you up to be sacrificed." Looking up, Raihans face portrayed no emotion. Part of you wondered if now he was disgusted knowing he let a thief in here, or maybe he pitied you. Honestly you weren't sure which would feel worse.

You nodded. "When I was ten, my parents died. My grandmother long gone years before. My father's shop had caught fire, you see. And suddenly I was an orphan. No money, no home, no family. No one wanted to help. I had nothing, and so to the townspeople I was nothing.I did the only thing I could do: I stole to keep myself alive. I was arrested now and then, but I always got out. But the more I did it, the better I was at not getting caught. Well, until recently. And I think you know how that went."

"I wish I could say this is the first I've heard something like this, but it does seem like a sad reality to humans." Raihans face then turned to concern as he reached out to put a hand in your shoulder. It wasn't until the tears were welling in your eyes a moment later did you realize it was because you were on the verge of crying. The events of today finally sinking in. Then he added. "But that doesn't mean you cant move on from it. Trust me, I've lived long enough to know what I'm talking about. Some of the best people I've known have lead similar beginnings to yours. I know it must feel awful now, but it'll get better. I promise."

"You can't promise anything." You said, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "What am I going to do in this new town? All I know is how to steal. I'll just end up back where I was."

"I mean, you could add some flare." He said jokingly. "I'd say you'd make a handsome jewel thief that steals hearts along the way."

You couldn't help but snort. "That is absolutely ridiculous."

"It's merely a suggestion." He grinned. "All I'm saying is why not have some fun with your self fulfilling prophecy?"

You paused for a moment. "...What was it like? When you first left to travel?"

"A bit frightful." He admitted. "But exciting. Often times lonely."

"Lonely?"

Raihan nodded. "Yes, dragons, though we live long, are few and far between. Besides my family, it would be a few years before I saw another of my kind. Those stories you talked about of maidens in towers, I can assure you the reason was never malicious. Those drakes did it more for companionship than anything else."

"You make it sound like you speak from experience."

"Well…"

"Raihan, you didn't!"

"Oh I assure you ___," he smirked like an absolute cad and winked. "All princesses under my protection were there willingly. And treated very well, if I do say so myself." Your face flushed at what he was implying, and Raihan bursted out laughing.

After a moment you began to laugh as well. It had been so long since you could sit like this and be friendly with anyone. Raihan was so good natured, it felt like it would be a challenge not to like him. "Are you going to stay in this castle long?" You asked. Wondering if it would be forward to ask if you could visit him from time to time after parting ways.

"For a few weeks," he said, taking a long drink from his goblet. "Then off to Wyndon."

"Wyndon? As in the capital city Wyndon?"

"The one and only. Off to visit a friend for the spring."

Part of you felt a bit disappointed for him to be leaving so soon. "I hope you enjoy it, " you said,meaning it. "I admit, I'll miss your company."

"Then dont miss me."

"What?"

"Come with me, I could use a travel companion."

"What would I possibly do in Wyndon?" Even as you said it, your mind raced with the possibilities. You had only heard in passing of the great city where King Leon held court. Of its beautiful building and the wealth of opportunities to be found there.

"What couldn't you do?" He replied. "The better question is what do you have to lose? Be my travel buddy, ___. See lands beyond this forest. Hear languages you've never heard. Rub elbows with royalty. If you don't like it I can drop you off in that village south of here, how does that sound? Unless of course you're considering being a heartbreaking jewel thief. In which case I wholeheartedly endorse your decision."

You thought it over and over. Be a dragons companion. Go to the capital and regions beyond. Or go to some other backwater town and possibly live in the mud once more. It wasn't a very hard decision. "I'll take you up on that offer."

Raihan smiled, a small fang poking at his bottom lip. He tapped his golden cup against yours. "Cheers. We ride in two weeks time."

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franniebanana · 3 years

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CQL Rewatch - Ep 22

It feels so good to see these two together, talking about old times, and most importantly, not arguing. It's as if this was the conversation that was meant to happen back in Yiling, but it didn't because emotions were too high. I guess it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Wei Wuxian has time to think about and come to the understanding that Lan Wangji isn't fighting him, but instead showing concern. And Lan Wangji gets to hear Wei Wuxian's side of the story, about what he did those three months in the Burial Grounds. It's so refreshing to have this release after so much tension had built up, where the two of them are just open and honest with each other. And you can see how Wei Wuxian's relationship with Lan Wangji is different from his relationship to everyone else. While we get to see him being vulnerable with Jiang Yanli, he won't tell her everything; we see him connecting with Jiang Cheng again, but as is his temperament, Jiang Cheng is often flippant and dismissive, and only really cares that Wei Wuxian is back within the Jiang Clan fold. Lan Wangji really cannot be satisfied until he knows what's been going on; he wants to be reassured that Wei Wuxian is okay in both mind and body, he wants to know that he's not gone to the dark side per se.

And this moment is so pivotal here. Now that they've finally talked and gotten everything out that they've both been ruminating on over the past however long (idk timelines lol), Wei Wuxian is in a place where he can say he'll accept Lan Wangji's help. Wei Wuxian doesn't agree to it begrudgingly, but I think it's a hopeless agreement. Unless you know about his lack of a Golden Core, his response seems odd--maybe you think he's tired, maybe you think he's just doing it to appease Lan Wangji, but is being dishonest. With the knowledge of the transfer, you can see that he is agreeing to appease Lan Wangji, but not in a lazy or dishonest way: he knows that he can never learn the sword again, but he allows Lan Wangji to at least help him with his temperament. I don't think it's him agreeing to get Lan Wangji off his back, I think instead he's letting Lan Wangji know how important he is to Wei Wuxian--he's special.

After Wei Wuxian agrees to letting Lan Wangji help, he walks away smiling. He doesn't let Lan Wangji see it either. I feel that he's indescribably happy that with so many changes in his life, he has his relationship with Lan Wangji back--he has his best friend, he has someone who he can trust. And remember, he's not concerned about his temperament being overwhelmed--Wei Wuxian has always considered himself a prodigy, so while this is challenging, he believes that what he learned from the Gusu Lan Clan is enough. Lan Wangji, on the other hand, is still very concerned, and he devotes all of his free time to figuring out ways to help Wei Wuxian, to steady his mind and temperament.

So, while I'm watching this filler, I'm imagining a terrible scenario they could have done. When you're adapting a book or a play or really anything, it's not uncommon to add scenes, right? CQL has plenty of added scenes for context and padding, plus shit they just made up. Okay, so this would fall into the latter category. Imagine if they had had Lan Wangji get turned into a puppet/Urukai, and then there's some big, dramatic way that Wei Wuxian has to save him and turn him back, and it only brings them closer together as brothers in arms/whatever bs they were trying to sell us without making it romantic. Sounds like a terrible idea, right? Aren't you glad the writers had enough integrity and respect for the novel that they didn't do that? I complain about things that were added or changed as well, but if they had given me an actual explicit acknowledgment of wangxian love, I would have been happy. Of course, censorship is a bitch, so that's a no go. The point of this is that it could have been a lot worse.

Oh, god. Soup drama. Thank you to that person who posted the soup drama in Lan Wangji's POV. You are amazing, and that post always makes me cackle.

Ah, but this is canon to the novel if I remember correctly. It's totally valid and is actually kind of sad for Yanli, but I still think it's hilarious the way Wei Wuxian just takes off like a shot without knowing what's going on. The thing is, Jiang Yanli is just embarrassed about the whole thing and wants to leave, but of course Wei Wuxian wants revenge. He still harbors no love for Jin Zixuan, and any chance he gets to put the peacock in his place, he'll take.

Yanli is tugging on him with both hands, and Wei Wuxian doesn't move. He is just standing there, glaring at Jin Zixuan. There are two people in the world who Wei Wuxian will defend forever: Jiang Yanli and Lan Wangji--and Jin Zixuan has just offended one of them. Wei Wuxian is beyond pissed. And now couple that with how he was trapped in a sunless graveyard for three months, has been doing nothing but fighting since he's been out, and is using his spiritual power in a dangerous and unstable method. His mood, my friends, is not great right now.

I love how Lan Wangji looks inside the tent, and then proceeds to immediately nope out of there. I blame that soup drama post for everything that I see now, because it really does look like he's just thinking, "Ugh, soup drama again." But in all seriousness, I think this is just Lan Wangji feeling awkward again. I think he came out of genuine concern for Jiang Yanli, because remember Wei Wuxian took off without even hearing what was going on, but when he sees that it's clearly a matter between her and Jin Zixuan, he leaves. This isn't his business, and it also involves romance, because of course he remembers how they were betrothed until the fight broke out in Cloud Recesses. Regardless of how Lan Wangji carries himself and how he's so respected as a cultivator, he's still a young man, who still feels awkward about the idea of love and doesn't really want to be around any of it--lovers' quarrels and whatnot.

The other thing is, they don't pan over to Lan Wangji for no reason. Perhaps he's still remembering the conversation he had with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng back in Yiling: this is a Jiang Clan affair. And this time, he's choosing to bow out when he realizes it isn't his business. However, he doesn't want to go far, because he knows how dangerous Wei Wuxian really is, especially if he loses his cool.

Honestly, Jin Zixuan is such a dick here. Every time I think he's made progress, he takes a step backward. Jiang Yanli is the sweetest person, and is just giving him soup every day to provide him with some comfort. We're to understand that she is a good cook and her soup is The Best, so she wants to do something nice for him, perhaps bring him the comfort of home in the place that is farthest from home, and he practically throws it back in her face. It's a total misunderstanding, but my heart breaks for her. And after this moment, Jin Zixuan starts to try harder. I think he finally sees who she is, what kind of person she is, and understands how genuine and loving she has always been. He finally opens his eyes and gets to know her as a person, not as the girl he's engaged to, not as the girl he was engaged to, not as the girl his parents want him to marry--but as the girl who he's interested in.

Not a lot to talk about this episode. I swear, half of it is just fighting. But let's take a moment to appreciate Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji fighting together. I am a sucker for this sort of thing, so I love seeing Lan Wangji swoop in and knock a baddie's sword out of the way to protect Wei Wuxian. It feels good seeing that and seeing them on the same side, fighting together.

Wei Wuxian tried it their way. He tried to fight without using Chenqing, but the fight was impossible. As stated before, the puppets are unkillable, so there was no way to win just by fighting them, and obviously what Nie Mingjue was doing wasn't helping. The only way to survive at this point was to try and control the puppets into working against Wen Ruohan. There's a shot of Lan Wangji before this, where he looks concerned, but I think he even knows that they had no other choice.

This was a short one, sorry! But really, I'm not going to babble about nothing. So much fighting and not a lot of dialogue or other things really happened. We're just getting through major plot points right now to be honest.

Other episodes: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | Or just check out the #CQL Rewatch hashtag

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thebluemoonwolf · 3 years

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"The Cabin by The Lake" Oromis x Reader Fic.

It's been a few weeks since this very unfortunate Elf from a completely different universe had the unfortunate luck of meeting you, a adult who could barely make it in the current world. Oh there is also a very sentient dragon who is bound in some way to this Elf. Fun.

You had taken extra hours at work to help feed the two extra mouths. That's right, TWO. Both you and the Elf (whose name, you found out through a very scary first interaction with the man is Oromis.) had agreed that because of the dragon, (whose name you also found out was Gleadr) his size would be too big to go unnoticed. I mean who wouldn't noice a giant, gold, glimmering, flying lizard? Oh and also the local ecosystem would probably go haywire.

You had taken these weeks to integrate Oromis into modern society in the small ways. Watching TV, showing him the internet, how socal media worked, memes, and so on and so forth. You loved his reactions and the way he was always willing to understand rather that criticize, which was something you didn't expect from a man a few thousand years behind the modern workings of the mind. In turn he had also taught you things from his world, things that you didn't take with the grace of the wild itself like Oromis seemed to do. You tried sword fighting, and you got your ass handed to you more times than you can count. You tried feeling the world around you, but you couldn't mentally grasp such a concept so you were stunted before you even began.

While you didn't gracefully walk around the world like the wind was at your beck and call, you did enjoy learning things from him that he could show you. For one this dude could actually read your mind! How cool was that? You were jealous at first but he promised that when you got enough time off from your job he would take the time to teach you how to read and protect you mind from anything, even him.

Which brought you to today. You were currently sitting on the couch, on the phone with a close friend of yours. While the conversation was relatively calm, you knew Oromis had the enhanced hearing of an Elf, which you guessed was twice that of your own. That meant that nowhere you went in the place you called home would be out of earshot of this man, or his dragon for that matter.

"No I just don't have the time to take your spot in the cabin. No I understand that you can't make it and you already paid for your time there, but how am I supposed to find the days off? You think I'm that lucky?"

You sighed a little irritated at your friends persistent attitude.

"Come on man." Your friend pleaded. "It's just for a week and like, three days. Someone has to make it or I've wasted money. Could you ask your boss first before you shoot me down so quickly?"

You wanted this conversation to be over before it even started, so to appease your friend you agreed to ask for the required time off, but before your friend could get too excited you reminded them that this wasn't a solid thing so you would text them tomorrow to know the results. Hanging up the phone was a relief, until you looked up and noticed Oromis infront of you, sitting on the couch... right next to you and you didn't even notice. You jumped out of shock and put a hand on your chest to steady the rapid heart hammering your ribcage.

"I'm going to put a bell on you so you can never sneak up on me again Oromis."

"Even if you manage to find something that could fit me," You didn't bother to stop him to say that there was a whole genre of sex around just collars.

"You could never manage to put it on me."

Curse him and his amazingly soothing voice. He could put you to sleep reciting the periodic table, but also he was almost always right in something and that tended to irk you more than being kicked into the mud during your sword training.

"Wouldn't stop me from trying though." You challenged him, and he gave a short laugh.

"No, it really wouldn't. I doubt even Gleadr's flames could stop you if you really wanted something."

What a nice way to say you were hopelessy stubborn, but compliments were few and far between for you so you took it with a smile.

"You should take your friend up on their offer for the cabin, I think it would be a nice getaway from this place," He sounded a little concerned, but you wouldn't push on that subject.

"The air here is thick. It's hard to breathe for me and Gleadr. A week will be long enough for us to get our bearings again and come back here. We still need to find a way home before you get caught with a... dragon." He added air quotes at the end. He still couldn't believe a world exist without Elves, or dragons, or anything other than humans.

"So I think going to the cabin will be good and we will be able to look at the problem differently, with a fresh and fog clear mind."

You were more annoyed with the fact he didn't have the decency to ignore your phone conversation than the fact he was asking you to take the cabin for himself. You were too exhausted to explain to him that sugarcoating was recommended in something like this. You said to him what you said to your friend, that you couldn't get the required time without asking, and your boss was not known to be generous.

"Let me come along when you request time off."

His voice was so matter of fact you almost wanted to slam his face into a table. Really hard.

"Why would I do that Oromis, what's the point in bringing you along?"

"For moral support," he offered. "I also noticed my face is good for business. Brings in the crowd that's needed, right? I'm sure a sensible person such as your employer could understand an investment such as myself."

And as with the Elves from your storybooks, Oromis had a very clear 'I am better than you' aura about him. He also, again, wasn't wrong. The man was hot for a lack of a better term he got attention if he wanted it or not. You didn't want him to see where you worked though. You couldn't explain a sort of embarrassment that overtook you at the mere thought. Like the job wouldn't be up to his standards, whatever they may be. But before you could even shoot down his horrendous idea, he seemed to have read your mind and decided that even if you said no, he was going.

Two weeks off. You couldn't believe it! Oromis was very persuasive to your boss, but you were so giddy as you began to pack that you didn't care. Clothes, a bathing suit, and everything else you could think of made it into your luggage. You thought about going tubing, but if you really wanted to you could by things on the way over instead of packing your suitcase needlessly full. You helped Oromis pack too, since the man didn't have any clothes other than the odd getup he appeared before you in. All white, kind of like an angel, but with a sword and that would also kick you into the mud to teach you what happens when you don't block properly. Fun times, really. You had bought him some clothes that he said fit him and that he liked, but you've never actually seen the man wear any of it yet. He favored that white getup way too much. You were going to change that.

Packing this stuff into your car was a little embarrassing, you could of sworn you heard Oromis laugh at something you must of done but couldn't understand what it was so you just worked faster. Oromis said that Gleadr would fly above the car, since you had to use GPS and didn't understand how to read a map so you couldn't direct where he could wait for you and Oromis to arrive. You made a mental note to learn how to read a map when you got back home, but for now? You were in the car watching as Gleadr was above you, far in the distance like a bird caught in a draft.

"Do you think Gleadr could outpace this... car?" Oromis startled you, he had been so quiet, listening to the radio. He had gotten attached to an alternative rock station and left it there. He was happy enough to listen to it for the majority of the ride, commenting on how easy things were for humans now.

"I don't know..." You admitted, but looking behind you, you noticed the road was clear and let the car rev, just for a moment.

"Wanna find out?" Oromis in turn, grabbed the handle above his head and gave one short nod, as you slammed on the gas and watched as the little outline of a bird became a distant spec behind you.

You had finally made it to the cabin, in first place. Gleadr landed a few minutes after you and Oromis, in an exhausted heap. The cabin was in front of a large lake, big enough for even Gleadr to swim around comfortably. The cabin itself looked a little small, but it was secluded and nobody would be around except you and Oromis. That meant Gleadr could hang out a lot closer to you guys, and that would lead to something interesting you hoped. Stepping inside, and putting the luggage down was a relief. You ended up laying down on the large couch to catch your breath. A distant, horrible thought crossed your mind just then. How many beds did this cabin have?With a look toward Oromis you decided that you would cross that bridge when you came to it. You instead focused on the floor to wall window behind you. It gave a fantastic view of the lake, but right now it was showing Gleadr chugging water, and cleaning his scales. Still a pretty sight, you thought. Oromis had taken to looking through the few rooms the cabin had, and you guessed by this time, he should of settled in and unpacked his luggage. He seemed like the nice orderly type. You on the other hand couldn't wait to get into the lake and cool off, and maybe gloat a little at winning the race.

After fumbling around in the small bathroom to get your bathing suit on, you finally made it to the lake, but first you laid out a towel, with sunscreen, some sunglasses and a large rimmed hat incase it got too hot. Finally jumping into the lake you noticed Gleadr was swimming under you, fear ran through you thinking he was some type of alligator, until he reassured you with the weird mind link thing he tended to do. It still felt weird to have someone in your mind. It felt like the smallest mistake would show your deepest secrets. Oromis said he would show you how to protect you mind, right? You'll ask him later.

Just then, Gleadr's head started to appear under you, followed by his deep voice that always startled you.

Grab on, he said. I wish to show you something.

Well, who were you to refuse a dragon? Grabbing onto one of his smaller horns, you held your breath as you were taken under the water to the lake floor. Looking above you showed the sun piercing the water and creating sparkles. Below you, the sun showed how much trash, mostly jewelry was at the bottom of this lake. It kind of ruined the vibe. Sorry. You mentally communicated to Gleadr.

What is it you are sorry for? You did not put this trash here did you? You shook your head no and he continued;

Do not torture yourself for things out of control, you can only hope to do better than those before you.

He took you to the surface after that, just in time to see Oromis come out of the Cabin wearing.... was he wearing modern clothing?

He was wearing a tight fitting black short sleeve shirt that had two buttons at the top, with light colored shorts. Ugh everything of his was showing. The two buttons of his shirt were struggling to stay together. He might of gotten a size too small, since he was more lean than buff but it was too late now. His shorts seemed to fit fine, and he even seemed to look taller. Curse Elves and their stupid perfect looks. You suddenly felt self conscious and sank deep into the water. It didn't look like he was going in any time soon so maybe you'll prune here and shrivel all the way to the bottom. He acknowledged you with a nod of his head and sat down at the towel you had laid out in front of the lake. Oh no you're stuck here.

Gleadr was quick to understand just what was getting at you, and purposely created small waves in a silent attempt to force you to shore. You fought him pretty roughly, spending your time under the water away from the ripple of the waves. But he was waiting for that, and with a swift swing of his tail, causing a large force to push you above the surface and back to shore. Frustrated that you lost the psychological tug-of-war you kicked the sand in the direction of Gleadr, but he was already back under the water. Stomping back to your towel, and to oromis, you began to take the water out of your hair before sitting down.

"I see you take to losing fairly well." Oromis joked. The man just cracked a joke. You couldn't believe it, and it almost took the pain of losing a water fight with a massive dragon barebale.

"I think he is just angry he lost the race earlier." You laughed a little and so did Oromis, which basically confirms your assumptions. Sighing as you laid down, letting the sun dry you off.

"Plan on getting in anytime soon Oromis?"

"I was enjoying watching you swim. You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

You blushed as your head snapped to him, only to realize he was looking right at you. Oh God this was embarrassing. Trying to break this awkward silence you grabbed the sunglasses and shoved them into his hand.

"Try these on," you say in a desperate attempt to not seem weird. He puts them on, then takes them off again. You tell him they are called sunglasses and it's pretty self-explanatory from there.

When you're done letting the sun dry you, you head back inside the cabin to put your clothes back on, only to see Oromis right outside the bathroom door. Waiting for you.

"Can you follow me for a moment? I promise it is worth your while."

You agree and let him take you from the cabin, into the woods that lay behind the area. Finally you two end up in a small clear area, surrounded by tress you have a moment where you think this man is going to murder you.

"You said you wanted to know how to protect your mind, I'll teach you now."

Oh nice, you weren't going to die, you were just going to be tortured. He stood behind you as he gave instructions on how to feel the forest, to focus on something strong, your hand, the emotions you're feeling, anything will do as long as you focus hard enough.

"Are you ready? I'm going to enter your mind. Slowly at first, but after a while your going to have to fight me off. Are you ready?"

You could hear a smile in his voice, and you thought about what you should focus on. Since he was going to be in your mind you didn't want to focus on him, so you focused on the smell of the lake. You jumped at the slight touch on your mind. Like a pressure, something seeking entrance. You focused harder on the lake, how it felt on your skin, how cool the water was. It took a moment, but eventually the pressure receded. Then it came back in full force. The lake wasn't enough so you focused on the emotion you felt when you raced Gleadr to the cabin, the excitement, the thrill. It felt like the pressure and your mind was at a standstill. It was starting to hurt, like a dull spiking pain, but neither one of you were giving in. That was until you noticed something. You could hear his heartbeat, feel his pulse behind you, feel his steady breathing that was no doubt practiced through his long years. It took you a moment to realize that the pressure wasn't even there anymore, it was completely gone. You came back to yourself then, and immediately looked for Oromis.

"Did- did I do okay?"

He seemed to come back to himself then, like he was trapped in a daze. You felt a little bad, maybe it was taboo to focus on a single person? Now you felt stupid.

"You did very well, you're learning a lot faster than I expected. What do you hear now?"

You listened carefully, trying to go again for the feelings that you felt around you when you focused on Oromis, but all you heard was bird chirping, and he looked disappointed.

"Would you like me to merge my mind with yours? To understand what I hear?"

You were shocked. Just having Gleadr in your mind felt invasive enough, to gain entrance to Oromis mind and he to you? You couldn't do that. Too much could slip from you, the way you think about him would become clear and you couldn't handle that.

"Oromis," you started, "If you enter my mind I promise you will not end up the same man as before you went in."

He laughed at that and let you continue to listen to the woods, but all you could focus on was his heartbeat. Gosh did he need to be so close?

Finally you two made it back to the cabin, after many hours of sitting quietly in the forest and focusing on nothing but him. You were looking for the bedroom only for your worst fear to be realized.

There was one bedroom.

Oromis' stuff is already on one side of the bed, so he had already claimed this room. Curse you and your love for couches.

"Have a good sleep." You called out as you were heading to the living room to spend the night there.

"Are we not sharing this room?"

That made you stop in your tracks.

"You're alright sharing the bed with me? It doesn't weird you out?"

"Is it supposed to?"

You decided that, no it wasn't. And you know what? Spending the night in the same room as him sounded nice. So you left your luggage in the room and got into your pajamas, and it was heaven laying in that bed. He respected his side and you yours. You fell asleep fairly fast, you assume because of all the swimming and listening you did. While you did fall asleep fast, you didn't stay asleep. It was freezing your teeth were chattering and there was no central heating so you just hugged the blankets closer to you trying not to steal the entire thing from Oromis. Until, however, he turned over and pulled your body to his. Your face was met with a very warm chest, and his hands were entangled in your hair. You squeaked, but he shushed you, pulling you closer. Oh God he was really really warm and comfortable.

"Do you think I never noticed the way you act around me?" He whispered. You kept quiet, your pulse hammering in your ears.

"Don't feel ashamed, please, not around me."

Your teeth stopped chattering, but he wasn't done.

"Just for tonight let me hold you, keep you warm. Just tonight. Tomorrow if you choose that you no longer find me as you did the day before? I will respect your wishes, but just for tonight, let us live in a small fantasy world."

You couldn't speak, couldn't do much beyond letting your head rest on his chest as he cuddled you through the cold night. If this is what the rest of your life could be like? You never want to leave this fantasy world.

TAGS: @overlordspirit18 thanks for the inspo.

#inheritance cycle #the inheritance cycle #oromis #oromis x reader #my writing #Gleadr #my writings #Wolf's fics

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fortheloveoffanfic · 3 years

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Behind Closed Doors

Keanu Reeves x OFC (A/n- And now, I shall make it complicated)

Masterlist

Warnings- Jealousy

Chapter 2 All In a Long Weekend

Saturday

That Saturday morning, breakfast had been done a tad earlier than usual, and afterwards, Emma had stayed back in the kitchen, packing a picnic while Keanu oversaw the children as they got ready for the day's beach trip. Matt and Poppy had been raving about their trip to Malibu for the past two weeks, asking every night before bed if they'd still be going. Each time, Emma had assured them that unless it rained, they were certainly going.

"You look excited," an older woman came up beside Emma, setting down some sodas into the cooler, just as Emma continued preparing sandwiches for the container that was set to be packed into the woven basket. She and Zelda, despite the fifteen or so years between them had become fast friends, always eager to help each other out when possible. The older woman was also sometimes keen of giving Emma little snippets of advice that she thought my be helpful; never go into Keanu's office when he had the door shut, don't give the kids ice pops inside and possibly the one that had saved her the most trouble, always check the allergy list that Keanu had stuck to the fridge before making the kids something new.

Beaming absently at her comment, Emma carried on with her task, making cheese and turkey sandwiches; a favorite among Keanu and his kids, "I am, it's been a while since I've been to the beach, and even if I'm still working, it's gonna be fun." Closing up the Tupperware, Emma set it in the basket, moving on to prepping snacks, just as Zelda started on some frozen treats for the sizable cooler. In retrospect, it might have seemed like a lot, but when you were having a day trip with kids, it was best to prepare for anything. "Plus, it'll be nice to spend some time together, just the four of us."

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Zelda paused for a minute, "Five dear," she corrected, a little shocked when Emma didn't understand what she meant.

Certainly, Keanu must have told her!

But really, he hadn't.

Just as Zelda was about to explain though, the sound of the front door opening and shutting, followed by a very loud, and an annoyingly exuberant; "Darling!" After that, it wasn't long before the sound of heels clicking against the floor drew nearer, and out of the long hallway emerged a woman, tall, blonde and just as famous as Keanu.

"Sweet-" Upon seeing the pair, the Miranda Riley, former Victoria Secret model and world famous actress, stopped in her tracks, scrunching her perfectly straight nose as if she'd smelt something terrible, "Oh," her made up face fell, "Its you; Zora and…….the new one."

A little annoyed by her obviously snooty behavior, Emma opened her mouth to speak up, "Actually it's-" Though, when Zelda grabbed her arm, squeezing warningly, she shut up immediately, sealing her lips tightly.

Though, it didn't really seem like any of it greatly affected Miranda, especially when Keanu jogged into the room from the other hall, still bare foot while his worn out t-shirt was soaked at the front, probably from herding the twins into a bath. "Mandy," he grinned, and Emma swore it was stiff and forced. Maybe it was just her imagination though, cause with barely any hesitation, Keanu was taking the woman in his arms, holding her in a more than friendly hug before planting a lengthy kiss on her deep, ruby lips, one of his hands reaching up to cup her face.

The world seemed to slow down as the entire scene unfolded before her; the way he held her, looked at her when they pulled away to speak. A soft, pained gasp seeped past her lips and Emma wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting when Miranda walked into the house, but she did know that the last thing she’d predicted was that it would hurt so much. Her lungs were set ablaze and a similar sensation prickled at her eyes. Rage, betrayal, jealousy, Emma couldn’t tell which it was, but she did know that she wanted to run out of the room and not have to face Keanu for the rest of the day. Hell, maybe even the rest of the month.

Slowly, as if she were just coming up from being submerged in an ice cold bath, Emma brought herself back to the moment, raising her gaze when Keanu sought to introduce them, “Mandy, you remember I told you about Emma, our new nanny.” That was what she was, the nanny; the woman who took care of his kids, nothing more. Even if quieter moments had suggested otherwise. The tension, the long stares and innocent touches that thrilled her nerves, they meant nothing to Keanu. “And Em, this is my girlfriend, Mandy.” Well that didn’t feel like a bullet to the chest at all.

“It’s nice to meet you,” the smile that she plastered on her face was probably the hardest one she’d ever managed, and when Emma offered her hand, it wasn’t difficult to miss the flash of disgust that crossed Miranda’s pale features. Never meet your heroes, they said. For as long as Emma had known herself, Miranda had been an icon in the fashion world, she was well connected, and had set most of the trends that Emma had her friends had desperately wanted to mimic in their teens. It was her, among other inspiring names in the fashion world that had prompted Emma to go to a design institute and not a conventional college. But right then, she might have been happier going back to a time where she’d never crossed paths with Miranda.

Hesitating before offering Emma a toothy, winning grin, Miranda took her hand, shaking quickly over the counter before letting it go again, “Mmm, yes, it's…….nice to meet you too, Emily.”

“Emma,” she corrected, having to bite her tongue so she wouldn’t say anything more. The last thing she’d want was to lose her job after telling off her boss’s out of touch bitch of a girlfriend.

“Right,” Miranda appraised her look, a bright blue sundress, raising an impressed brow, probably only complimenting her to appease Keanu, “Cute dress.”

Before Emma could speak up, Keanu interjected, “She looks lovely doesn’t she? Made it herself,” he didn’t seem remotely aware of the heaviness in the room, or the way Miranda clenched her jaw when another slew of praises for Emma left his lips, “She’s so talented, Poppy is already roping her into making princess dresses for Halloween,” he chuckled, shaking in his head.

After another minute spent gritting her teeth, Miranda sought to change the topic, clearly having had her fill of Keanu’s pride in his nanny, “Where are the little ones anyway? It's nearly ten, we’re going to be late.”

With that, Emma’s head snapped towards Zelda, who'd opted to finish the cooler and snacks in silence, so she wouldn’t have to endure any of the painstaking conversation, “She’s going?” She whispered when Keanu and Miranda weren’t looking, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Yeah,” she nodded, barely looking as Emma when she followed her to the fridge, while Keanu and Miranda spoke, or rather, canoodled in hushed tones, "I feel like I should have told you he has a girlfriend," Zelda paused, just after reaching for a half filled carton of strawberries.

"Ya think?" Emma hissed, glancing backwards at the couple, feeling her heart pinch at how lovey dovey they were. She could have sworn there was something between herself and Keanu. "How hard was it to say 'Hey Em, you know our boss has this girlfriend, and she's like, a total bitch.' What the hell does he even see in her anyway?"

"She's tall and gorgeous?" Zelda shrugged casually, "Look, I don't get it either, but he loves her, they've been together for almost two years and I think she's convinced him to go public by the end of this year." Her face fell at Emma's troubled expression, reaching out to rub her shoulder sympathetically, "I see the way you look at him, and if there's something between you two, then……and I don't mean this harshly at all, maybe you need to back down. Miranda, she's……she's not someone you want to mess with," sighing deeply, Zelda peered over to see if they were being overheard, "She gets what she wants, and right now, she wants Keanu and you don't want to be in her way."

Gritting her teeth, Emma pulled away harshly, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," she squared her shoulders, "There's nothing between Keanu and I," maybe she was getting more defensive than she needed to be, but Emma didn't care. "I'm gonna go finish getting the twins ready," she announced loudly, stalking out of the room and down the hall, and hopefully, leaving behind whatever she'd started to feel for her boss.

As it turned out, Matt and Poppy had all but put their clothes on over their swimsuits, and they were so excited about going, that they got into their little summery outfits without fuss. Afterwards, tiny feet clad in colorful sandals, they raced each other downstairs, leaving Emma to collect their bags before she headed down.

She was walking towards the stairs, backpacks in hands, really just minding her own business, having just started to calm down after the whole Keanu/Miranda fiasco, when, just as she neared the door of Keanu's home office, she heard it. He was deep in conversation, and had unknowingly left the door just a sliver open, enough for her to catch on to some juicy bits. "I know mom," he sounded exasperated, and when she dared to peek in, Emma found that his back was to her, as he stood facing the window, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his jeans, "But I'm not getting any younger, what do you want me to do? Wait till I'm sixty?" He sighed heavily, shaking his head, "Matt and Poppy need a mother, and Miranda……" he trailed off, listening intently to what his mother had to say. Leaning closer, Emma wished she could be privy to the other end of the call, aching to hear what his mother thought about the succubus that he called a girlfriend. But alas, she'd have to settle for whatever she got.

After a few minutes had passed, Keanu spoke again, turning around, leaving Emma to dash for cover, though still within earshot. For a minute, she held her breath, awaiting the moment where Keanu would poke his head out the door and catch her eavesdropping. But it never came, and instead, he continued, "I think I'm going to do it tomorrow night, we're going to dinner, and the nanny will watch the kids. I have the ring already. I think she might like it."

Ring?

The sirens in Emma's head were going off so loudly that she barely registered his tone, the absence of excitement or joy, things that were usually there when someone was smitten enough to propose. There was too much going on in her head; the irrational fear of never having a chance with Keanu, the more rational fear that Miranda might become her boss too. Tuning out the rest of the conversation, not caring to hear anymore, Emma dragged herself towards the stairs, slinking down towards the kitchen, where she found Zelda entertaining the children.

“Everything okay?” She probed when Emma placed the bags on the counter, next to the cooler and picnic basket, her features still crestfallen.

“Yeah,” she mustered up a smile, inching closer to her friend, her voice dropping an octave, “I think Keanu’s going to propose to Miranda, like tomorrow night.”

“What?” Zelda’s eyes went wide, her jaw hanging slack, and she almost dropped the dishes she had just started putting into the cupboards, “How do you know that, did he tell you?”

“Tell her what?” Speak of the devil. Miranda startled them both, and for a second, Emma was worried that she’d overheard their conversation, though that too was short lived.

“Everyone ready?” Keanu strode into the room, and though Emma wanted to meet his gaze, she restrained herself, not even trying to respond, just going over to gather some of their things, her teary smile faltering when the kids excitedly started following her to the car.

At some point, Miranda had eased Keanu away from where they’d set up their picnic on the beach, urging him into a walk even though the kids had pleaded with him to stay and help them build sandcastles. Emma had taken his place, helping them with their little construction project, highly aware of how upset Poppy still was. “You okay Pop?”

The girl frowned, using her fragile fingers to sweep some hair out of her face, “I wish daddy would have stayed and built it with us,” she mumbled, dumping another bucket of sand to create segment of the castle, though doing it so harshly that the new section just crumbled, “He always leaves when aunt Mandy comes around.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” even if she didn’t like Miranda, if she was going to be Matt and Poppy’s step mother, Emma couldn’t go around bad mouthing her to them, “I’m sure he still spends time with you. And aunt Miranda seems really like you two.”

“Not as much as you,” that was Matt, his expression skewed by his dark mane falling over his face, “She’s always telling us to be quiet. And she’s so boring,” he stressed, lurching forward, only half interested in ranting about Miranda, still very invested in their sandcastle, “She almost made dad stop my swimming lessons.”

“What?” That time, it was a struggle to keep her annoyance at bay. Even if it was just one side, even if Matt couldn’t possibly know the entire truth, it was still enough to rile Emma up. How dare she? Matt was the best on his team! Taking a breath, Emma knew it was time to shift the conversation, and cheer the twins up before she said something that she’d regret, “You know what? Why don’t we give this a break? We can go to the water, have a splash war!”

“Yeah!” They jumped up immediately, barely giving Emma a minute to shimmy out of her sundress, revealing her simple, floral bikini before joining them in the water. It didn’t take long to lift their spirits, and before long, Matt and Poppy were teaming up to out splash Emma. Their gleeful giggles were music to her ears and she adored seeing their wide grins. They’d waited almost a month for that trip, they deserved to enjoy as much as they could, even if Miranda was going to take up most of Keanu’s time.

They probably spent hours past noon in the water, and not once did anyone’s smile falter. Emma gave them ice pops, and insisted that they have some water once or twice, though each time, they accepted without fuss, and she couldn’t tell if was the sugar from their snacks, or just how immersed they were in the games, but even when Keanu and Miranda returned near sunset, they didn’t show signs of tire.

“You guys having all the fun without me?” Keanu let go of Miranda’s hand, standing where the water would wash over his feet, pulling the sand back as it receded.

A pang of anger flared inside of her, making Emma want to remind Keanu that he was the one that left, but she suppressed it. A fight wouldn’t solve anything. She was so caught up in being annoyed with Keanu, that she hadn't noticed how dark his gaze had grown when his eyes fell on her, kneeling in the water, rivulets rolling off her tan skin, the top of her bathing suit pressing her breasts together, a generous amount of her cleavage spilling out voluptuously. “Well why don’t you join in?” She made herself laugh, and while Emma was hardly as much of an actor as the two A listers before her, she’d liked to think she managed pretty well.

“Sounds great,” he didn’t even seem to notice Emma’s irritation, bubbling beneath the surface. In a flash, he was pulling off his t-shirt, tossing it to the sand, getting into water wearing just his swim trunks, and as he drew closer, his cheerful tone faltered, probably realizing that being in the water with her wasn’t going to do him any favors, “Do you guys wanna play chicken fight?” Keanu turned to his kids, only to be met with excited nods, “And maybe Mandy wants to play too?” He turned to her, eyes somewhat hopeful, “And we can let Em have a break,” swallowing thickly.

“Oh, I…..” Miranda seemed perfectly out of her element, smoothing a hand over her stylish, white sundress, and then pushing up the dark tinted sunglasses, which formerly guarded crystal green orbs. It took a minute, but eventually, she conjured up a tight grin, “Chicken fight isn’t really my kind of game,” she laughed nonchalantly, “Besides, the water will ruin my hair. You should let Emily play, childish nonsense seems right up her alley.”

Subduing the urge to roll her eyes and fire a few obscenities towards Miranda, Emma took a breath, gazing between Keanu, who’d gone cold, and Miranda who’s wicked mirth was reflected in her defiant smile, “Like I said this morning, it’s just Emma. And that’s fine, I actually love childish nonsense, its way more fun than sitting on the sand like a……” stuck up bitch, “Boring grown up.”

Amused with her half hearted insult, Matt laughed loudly, while Poppy just giggled, already trying to get up on Emma’s shoulders. Fuming, Miranda turned on her heel, stomping off towards the mat, and it wasn’t long before the rest of them had forgotten the almost-spat, getting on with their game.

Monday

As usual, Emma was up early, preparing breakfast for everyone. It was just past seven am, and since Mondays didn’t promise cartoon reruns, the kids weren’t up yet. Instead, Zelda had come in earlier than usual, saying that she wanted to get a head start on the housework, but really just looking to gossip. They were in the kitchen together, preparing for hash browns, eggs and bacon, working over quiet chatter, “So…” Zelda nudged Emma’s shoulder with her own.

“So?” Emma chuckled, nudging her back, the comfy cotton of her robe brushing against the sleeve of Zelda’s shirt. She knew exactly what her friend was seeking, but truthfully, she didn’t know how Keanu’s proposal had gone. All she knew was that they’d left for dinner around seven, leaving her to make something for Matt and Poppy, and hadn’t returned until the twins had fallen asleep and Emma had stolen away to her room.

“So, is the wicked witch of the west coast going to be out new boss or not?” Zelda teased, continuing with helping Emma shred some potatoes.

“Honestly-” Emma cut herself off when Keanu walked in, sans shirt and with low riding sweat pants. His hair was a mess, and his good morning was punctuated by a tired yawn. "Good morning Keanu," both women greeted in unison, sharing a look.

They both wanted to know so badly that the itch was almost physical, but it wasn't like they could simply ask. With their one question would come a dozen more from Keanu. Though, as faith would have it, the truth they were seeking wasn't far behind a still half asleep Mr. Reeves.

"Darling," an all too familiar voice purred, shuffling into the kitchen, her blonde hair held up in a loose ponytail and her elegant frame wrapped up in fine satin. Unlike Keanu, Miranda didn't even bother with pleasantries, going straight over to where he stood at the integrated refrigerator, holding him in a hug from behind, strategically angling her left hand so the large rock on her finger would be on full display.

"Still wanna know?" Emma whispered near Zelda's ear, their heads almost touching.

Scoffing, Zelda seemed caught between a sarcastic smirk and a frown, "Not any more."

And because the world was such a cruel place and open wounds would be pointless without a little salt, Miranda abruptly turned to them. "Ladies! Have you two seen my ring?" Without warning she thrust her hand towards them, making the engagement ring on her finger hard to avoid, "Gorgeous right? Keke loves to spoil me," her words were perfectly gag worthy and Emma was finding it difficult to keep down the half cup of coffee she'd had. It wasn't like she was opposed to love or affection or anything, she'd really liked to think of herself as well adjusted in that way, but during the one weekend she'd spent around Miranda, her affections for Keanu always seemed so dramatic that it was nothing short of an elaborate farce.

Yet, it wasn't like she had much of a choice when it came to going forward and having to endure it. Jobs in the fashion world were hard to come by and freelancing would hardly be enough to cover living expenses. So, alas, she'd have to put up with Miranda for a quite while to come. "Don't worry Emily," Emma hadn't even realized she'd zoned out until Miranda called her by the wrong name, for probably the dozenth time. At her next words, Miranda's voice dropped below what Keanu could hear, and there was a wicked glimmer in her gaze, "You're pretty enough, I'm sure you can trick a man into buying you a nice ring. Might not be as many carats, but you'll manage."

That little quip was definitely pay back for Saturday. Fuming, Emma longed to just let her have it, but she was growing so versed in holding her tongue that she did again, deciding right then and there that as much as she loved the kids, she was wholly willing to take the next sustaining job as long as Miranda was in the picture.

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Tagging- @harrisongslimited @magnificentclodpiebanana @keandrews @greenmanalishi @rdjloverxxx @danceoftwowolves @planetkt @wheretheriversrunintothesea

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x ofc #keanu reeves fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #nanny au #au #ff #chapter 2

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iron-niffler · 3 years

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I was reading some interviews about Endgame just bc and

In Infinity War, Doctor Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch) says there’s only one way to beat Thanos and Endgame reveals that way meant Tony’s death. Did you ever consider letting him live and having Captain America/Steve Rogers wield the gauntlet and die instead?

Markus: We considered ways to let Tony live and whether there was a story there. But (dying) was the last thing he needed to do to become a fully-realized hero. There was never a better story than that. As for Captain America, he was willing to kill himself twice in his first movie. So it didn’t seem like a particularly interesting thing to have him do.

I'm sorry WHAT did you say Markus?!?!

"dying was the last thing he needed to do to become a fully-realized hero"

So apparently

Tony Stark

has never been willing

to die to save people or even been established as a full hero

or at least he hasn't been willing enough to appease the screenwriters

who knew? certainly not anyone who watched the movies. why don't you two scriptwriters watch the entire MCU (including the movie that you wrote) then get back to me on this :)

Logically I understand why the writers wanted to kill him off (doesn't mean i like it) but they shouldn't erase all the things that he's done over the past 15 years (10 or so years actively superheroing) to try and play his death as the act that established him as a hero. he's been working to protect people at any cost for a decade now this isn't the first time he's done something that includes risking his life for others. His death may be his most heroic act but it was by no means his first.

Yes his death helped to show the end of an era, but do you know what could have shown the start of a new era? Tony deciding to hang up the armor for good now that the threat that had haunted him for years has been vanquished and helping out on the sidelines, never really appearing on screen or anything but definitely there as a support link offering advice and counsels to the new generation of heroes, even if they only show it through text messages or name drops.

Maybe they mean "fully realized" as having reached the height of his heroics (which doesn't really make sense but hey), but "fully realized" normally is used to describe something "complete or total" so apparently Tony wasn't a complete hero until he freaking died even though he demonstrated the willingness to die for others multiple times across the MCU, or this was just badly phrased. Tony is an imperfect person who he pushes past his flaws and tries to make up for his mistakes that's part of his character's appeal. He's not a hero because he's perfect, he's a hero because he's an imperfect human being who recognizes his flaws and pushes past them in order to grow as a person and help others.

Apparently Tony wasn't a "complete" hero so I guess that's why they saw it fit to give him an incomplete happy ending; five years of domestic living overshadowed by heavy losses before he finally got his whole family back together and then had to sacrifice himself to save everyone.

Also for some reason the Steve portion of the response just makes me angrier. Or rather they really went "no we can't kill Steve! he was ready to die TWICE in his first movie! People are probably bored of him sacrificing himself!" and then turn around and kill one of the characters who has been struggling for over a decade and is just trying his best who has nearly died like every other movie he's in in an effort to protect people. (Also I'm pretty sure Tony was willing to die multiple times in Iron Man or at least accepting of his potential fate such as refusing to make weapons for terrorists even under torture and presumably the threat of death, making his primary focus to get Stane away from civilians, even if it meant completely depleting his power supply which is keeping him alive running the numbers and accepting the risk of death due to either falling from an extremely high altitude or a painful death from the shrapnel and finally telling Pepper to hit the button to blow the reactor while he's still on the roof.)

"There never was a better story than that": sure maybe this was the best story in a "make you cry sad and emotional way" but there are SO MANY other avenues and messages that you could send by letting him live. Show the message of being able to work through and overcome trauma and personal issues and live a happy life. Give us the escapist reality most members of the fandom crave; seeing you fave struggle for years than be able to overcome the issues and be happy acting as a beacon of hope for the fans who relate to them. Give Tony the happy ending that he and the audience that stuck by his side for any amount of time be it several months or that grew up with Tony deserved. Just let him be happy please. He's gone through so much, just let him rest (and not in a way that includes him dying)

*I'm sure there's a different way to interpret this but that's how I'm reading it as so if you disagree please don't come yell at me*

also at one point in time they considered letting tony live

(sorry this just annoyed me and I had to vent so tumblr rant 😅)

#tony stark #iron man #anti endgame #anti markus and mcfeely #or rather i was surfing the tony stark tag on screenrant bc i have nothing better to do with my life #so i guess by this logic natasha and tony are the only ones of the og 6 that are 'fully realized hero[es]'#like sure kill tony it'll emotionally wreck me but don't give me this bullcrap 'justification'#dafuq u mean he had to die to become a fully realized hero #he's trying his best leave him alone :(#im just tired of people behind writing talking about how this was tony's establishing moment as a hero as if that hadn't happened like 15 y #they talk about how mundane and dull it would be if steve died bc it's almost happened before and tony has near death experiences like ever #tony stark deserves better #both better writers and a better ending #please don't argue with me rn i just had some feelings to deal with #might delete later i just have feels #just want to clarify that I AM NOT (too) ANTI STEVE I'M JUST MAD AT THE WRITERS THOUGHT PROCESS

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bangtancentricsblog · 3 years

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hell hath no fury

↳ they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned God was not an exception

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: angst, some fluff maybe, re-imagined bible story

❒ alternative universe: biblical, modern, married

❒ rating: NC 17

❒ word count: 2.8 k

warnings/disclosures: this isn't meant to mock religion or anything so please don't see it that way!, a whole lot of other gods/goddesses that i don't know enough about but decided to use for this fic, LUCIFER JUNGKOOK, GOD MC, APHRODITE SEOKJIN, BES YOONGI, MICHAEL TAEHYUNG, talks of war, Jungkook and MC have a daughter, they talk in circles lmao, mc doesn't let things go….nothing too bad though so i hope you enjoy it…..

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It’s bright, so uncomfortably bright. Jungkook likes to think that maybe the white monotone and the open concept of the living room isn't because you held onto that disgusting idea of purity. To be honest he’s absolutely positive you’ve never known purity in your life, but he’s not one to judge. He’s not quite sure why he’s here but he supposed it's a good sign when his wife finally decides she wants to see him, especially of her own volition. There’s something about the solitude of your house that makes his skin tingle almost as if one of his brothers were near. Though one can never be certain when it comes to you, especially considering those horny bastards had been after you way before you two had even gotten married.

His leg has begun to bounce, a nervous tick he picked up from one of his human friends, but to say he’s nervous is a long shot. In truth he’s excited, the last time he’d seen you was during the wildfires of 2017 and that already seemed so long ago. Sure he’d caused it but what other choice did he really have? It’s not everyday one so easily gets to see their wife, especially one who has gone out of her way to make it known that although they were indeed still married they were in fact separated. He sighs heavily, manspreading while leaning his head against the back of the couch, he can’t wait, he thinks allowing his eyes to flutter closed.

Jin stares at you, eyes half lidded the way they always are when he can smell the love in the air. Though it's not just in the air, the scent of love has heavily wrapped itself to your being like a second skin and he finds that not for the first time he wants to know who exactly had such an effect on you. His cheek rests in his open palm, his stare taking in every bit of you in search of a possible answer, but alas he can’t seem to find a crack in your hand crafted mask. The garden you sit in is like that of a fairytale, Jin would know he’s read his fair share, but he digresses, he’s not quite sure why he’s here though. Sure he loved having tea with you but recently something had changed and when the goddess of love and beauty says he wished he could have tea with you in a beautiful garden he hadn’t expected you to make one in mere seconds. Surely something had to be wrong for you to build an entire garden just to appease his whims.

“____, honey, is there something you wanted to talk about?” he asks, eyes still trained on your face, still searching.

“I’m not sure what you mean Aphrodite, can’t I simply want to have tea with you?”

“You would never take me for a fool, just as I would never dream to take you for one. So I’ll ask once more and you know I don't usually ask love. Is there something you wanted to talk about?” he waits, his nose twitching as the beautiful sweet fragrance of love so unique to you is tainted by the bitter scent of smoke and iron. He wants to gag but he won’t because it seems your little mask has begun to crumble unknowingly.

“I’ve summoned my husband.” you whisper cupping the teacup in both hands. He doesn’t mean to gasp, it just slips out the seams of his lips. He knows of all the things your husband has done and he knows that they hurt you deeply, even now.

“What can I do to help?” he asks instead of ‘Do you want my husband to beat him up?’

“How do you, I mean how can I, well I'm not too sure honestly.” you chuckle bringing your teacup to your lips and the look in your eyes is far away, one Jin has never had the pleasure of knowing especially in one as young as yourself.

“Honey, you can't force someone to love you, love is something that just is or isn't.” He knows it's cryptic and yeah all the old gods spoke in riddles like this but he knows you, and he knows you’ll understand.

“I hate riddles, you old gods should keep up with the times.” you say, and suddenly he’s reminded of Bes who despite being slightly younger than him is much more in tune with the ways of humans and the current ruling god. His brows twitch, the smooth expanse of his unwrinkled face twisting as he feels the words slide onto his tongue, “You should talk to Yoongi then, he seems like a better candidate than this old goddess.” Your laughter fills the air, a sound so joyous that the garden around him seems to grow bigger and brighter. Oh, he thinks as he watches the garden evolve past anything he can imagine. Mortals were so dumb to think that a man could do anything much less create all that they have, even now as you sit before him he’s completely in awe of your true powers. There’s that scent again, the smell of love but much more different, yours is sweet and warm this one is cool and soothing almost like the scent of rain. It washes over him and mingles with yours twisting up in a way that compliments one other.

He’s turning his gaze away from you in search of the scent and finds himself staring straight at Lucifer. It’s not a surprise really, he knew that Lucifer was handsome, dare he say rivailed the looks of many of his friends and yet he was a different kind of handsome. Though right now he finds himself equal parts intrigued and disgusted because there was no way this was your husband.

Jungkook is roused from his nap by the sound of laughter, more accurately your laughter. It's such a sweet sound, he can't help but feel slightly upset that you sound so happy giggling up a storm with someone that isn't him. He knows the difference between your laugh, can easily tell, before you’d decided to separate he’d spent the better part of 7 millenia with you. He can see the way the shrubbery just outside a window is blooming, the once small buds blossoming into the full grown flowers as your laughter continues. He’s off the couch and following the sound like a bloodhound to a scent, he doesn't remember the cobblestone path nor the fountains of water nymphs that shy away from him as he passes. He doesn’t remember what used to be his home being so vast, the land is green, small rose bushes growing taller and taller into a hedge maze. He’s walking through it blindly, it’s bizarre really, because he’s sure he’d never gone through it before, almost as if it had grown in an instant.

He can see the trees that line the outsides of the hedge maze, can smell the sweet scent of honey suckles hidden from his view. All of these things are new to him but you aren’t one of them. Your laughter has died down to mere gasps and he’s rounding a corner when he finally finds you, though to his surprise it’s not just you. His gaze is quick to fall on Aphrodite, as his aura fluctuates from a soft pink to a dark raspberry his dislike for Jungkook is clear. The sun prickles at the back of his neck as you turn your gaze to meet his, a strange comforting warmth spreads through him. One he is accustomed to, something else he’s missed since you’d forced him from his place by your side. He watches your eyes grow wide as if you’ve just now remembered that you’d summoned him. A slow itch finds its way to his palms, he has to clench his fists to get rid of the sensation, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. He hides the slight wince well face falling into one of indifference as you continue to gaze at him.

“I’ll take my leave now, but I expect to hear from you soon.” Aphrodite says to you smiling in a way that annoys Jungkook. You seem to hesitate to tear your gaze from Jungkook’s, there’s that sparkle he missed, the one that shines brighter than all the galaxies in creation. He knows it sounds like an exaggeration but it’s not, your eyes really do hold stardust and shine just as bright. The breeze carries your scent to him and he takes a deep breath relishing in the indescribable smell, he sighs, fingers twitching at the thought that he’s finally this close to you.

“Wife.” he says.

“Jungkook.” you parrot his tone, but he can see the way your lips twitch in a failed attempt to hide a smile. He can feel his own pull upwards, his cheeks heating the longer you smile at him.

“May I take a seat?” he asks motioning to the chair opposite you. You nod your head gaze trained on his form as he easily closes the distance. The sun shines beautifully off his hair bathing him in a golden glow that makes him just that much more handsome, and it further reminds you just how breathtaking he is.

“How have you been Jungkook?” You ask as he takes a seat, the sun once warm now feels slightly uncomfortable against your skin, the dress you wear doing nothing to protect you from its suddenly harsh rays.

“Could be better, I do rule over hell after all. How about you, how is heaven going for you?” He says, moving to rest his cheek in an open palm.

“It’s going well, the death rate has gone down significantly. Nothing I can really complain about. I would like it if you stopped threatening to stir up trouble though.”

“I do no such thing, if my brothers have lied to you that’s on them. I would also love to not see you flirting with them at family functions.”

“I don’t flirt with them.” You say appalled at the thought.

“You do, you just don’t know you’re doing it.” He laughs taking your hand that rests on the table. His skin is warm against yours, your fingers twitch in his hold as he moves to intertwine them. His eyes are lidded, a soft smile playing at his lips the longer the silence grows. A breeze blows past carrying with it the faintest scent of salt and heat, one that comes to mind when you think of one person. You pull your hand away from his just barely catching the way his face falls at the loss of contact. It makes your heart ache, the loss of contact with him when he’s just returned to your side. But you have to be strong, it was you after all that had chosen to separate.

“Mama!” Your daughter squeals bounding over to you before she throws herself into your hold. Her skin is warm, the scent of salt just that much stronger now that she’s sitting in your lap. Her gaze falls to Jungkook quickly as she squeals again quickly squirming off your lap and towards him.

“Papa, I missed you! Did you miss me?” She asks as he moves to hold her close.

“Papa always misses you, my precious girl.”

“Mama said she had a surprise for me, are you staying over?” She asks excitedly before she begins to play with his fingers comparing her little hand to his.

“I don’t know, what do you think mama?” He asks around a grin that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks heat.

“I think your papa is busy honey. Why don’t you go play with your toys while we finish talking and then we can do something else.” You ask eyes hopeful that she’ll agree easily.

“Okay.” She sighs sliding off his lap but not before she kisses his cheek and bounds off towards the house. Both of you watch her go, gaze reflecting the adoration you hold for her.

“She’s gotten so big, how do you handle her?”

“With a lot of work, look I called you here because for some reason Yoongi has convinced me to try and work things out with you.”

“I’ve always liked Yoongi, he’s a very reasonable god.”

“We have our daughter to think about so I figured we should at least try for her.”

“And what about us?”

“What of it?”

“Are we not going to try and fix our relationship?”

“Jungkook, I know you don’t love me. You’ve proven it many times over and I don't want to force any of my feelings on you.”

“Why do you think that?” He asks, the annoyance is clear as he sticks his tongue into his cheek crossing his arms at his chest.

“You cheated on me, more than once.” You grit out.

“For the last time, it was a misunderstanding. You never let me explain, but of course you wouldn’t because you’re god and you’re always right.”

“I didn’t need to hear a lie about how that minor goddess came to be in our bed.”

“It wouldn’t have been a lie, because I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Just like you did nothing wrong with Lilith?”

“Exactly, Lilith is a liar she wanted to get away from Adam. I had nothing to do with that!”

“Surely you think me a fool.”

“I don’t but I do think you’re being foolish. I have never and will never be unfaithful to you. I love you, even after you cast me out of heaven, even when you refuse to believe me, I love you.” He says so earnestly your heart skips a beat. In his eyes you see nothing but truth, they glitter like they did all those years as if they’d been sprinkled with only the purest of stardust. They’re just as beautiful, just as lethal, but still beautiful and yet there’s something different.

“What aren’t you telling me?” You ask, the lightness in your tone is gone, replaced with something firm, something unyielding.

“What makes you think I’m hiding something, if I’m hiding anything at all.”

“I know you, and you are most definitely hiding something. So what is it?”

“The years have made you cynical, I don’t spend all my time plotting just so I can see you again.”

“Of course not, you spend the rest of your time bedding demons and corrupting the minds of humans.” You laugh a hollow empty sound, it’s unpleasant and makes his stomach twist.

“Must we have this conversation again? We’re talking in circles love, I have not done anything wrong….recently anyways.”

“Jungkook,” you start only to be startled by the appearance of Michael “Taehyung what brings you?”

“Pardon me my lord, I bring news of the human realm.” he says, shooting a glance at Jungkook.

“Tell me.”

“There are whispers of war, amongst the humans and the celestial realms.”

“War is common amongst humans, but higher beings have not been at war for millenia. What has changed?”

“Witnesses have said a serpent has whispered into the ears of many creating tensions between once peaceful beings.” Your gaze falls to Jungkook who sits quietly; his suit lacks any creases, crisp even as his brother delivers this sudden news. He lacks the surprise that one would usually witness when hearing this information.

“You did this.” you whisper resigned to the inevitable fact that he has stirred up trouble yet again but somehow this is worse than anything you could have imagined.

“I might’ve lost sight of the serpent who whispered in Eve’s ear some time ago, however I had no part in this. I am the king of hell, despite how the world sees me I do not relish in the useless spilling of blood human or otherwise.” He breathes picking lint off his sleeve, gaze meeting yours once more. His eyes are ablaze at the mere thought of war especially when he has something he wishes to protect whether you’d want to be protected or not. You and your daughter are his most precious treasures and if this war comes, he will surely die to make sure that the two of you are safe.

“Go to the general, prepare for war and make sure my daughter is safe at all costs.” you speak, and this version of you is the one Jungkook loves the most. The one who easily takes command of her domain, the one and only God.

“I’ll fight with you, I will always fight with you my love.” he reminds you, taking your hand once more, moving to kneel before you as he pledges his life to you again for all eternity in life or death he would be yours.

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