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#I think we’re all unhappy with the projected schedule#brandon sanderson#stormlight archive#the cosmere#the rithmatist#cytoverse#mistborn#mistborn era 3#warbreaker#elantris#nightblood#state of the sanderson
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No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 5!
Hi guys! Got this chapter out a little earlier than expected. I am going overseas tomorrow, so I assume my upload schedule of every 2 days will get a little slower. Sorry about that.
Also, I would really appreciate any feedback on my writing if you have any. I've found myself a little unhappy with the way I write recently, so any tips to improve are wholly welcome <3!!
This one's a bit more lax than the previous chapter, hope you enjoy!
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Words: 2969
Tags: GN Reader, No use of YN, Flirting, Forbidden Romance (????)
Summary: A morning mission with your new trio goes down as well as you could hope for. But a stunning victory is interrupted by some concerning news.
Chapter 5 - The Search: Undertale Yellow OST: 066 The Train Problem
You pressed your back firmly against the wall of the building, feeling the warmth that its bricks held onto seep into the back of your shirt. Peeking your head around the corner you saw that familiar green tint. You still felt Ed’s presence by your side so you turned back to him, giving him a short nod. You both readied your guns, the air dry and crisp, not carrying a single sound with it as you rounded the corner of the building.
“Hands up, Virgil!” You screamed, getting into character. Ed was by your side, his larger pistol, more suited for his huge hands, was pointed directly at your prey.
“This is the last time you get away with stealin’ Mooch’s gold.” Ed’s voice commanded throughout the Wild East, if only you had such confidence. He played the role of the tough guy very well.
Vengeful Virgil, like the vermin that he is, scampered from side to side to get around you two, but was met with the fellow swoop of one of Ace’s cards slicing a shallow cut in his cheek.
“Not so fast, V.” Ace cut in, blocking Virgil’s only way to escape. “We’re not leavin’ till we get what’s ours.” Virgil panicked against the wall, trying to hide his fearful glance under the brim of his hat. But his snout was too long, and his grimace was extremely apparent.
“Y-you don’t understand, Feisty Three.” Well- you supposed that was correct. There were only three of you right now, but the others would be here with backup any minute!
After agreeing to stay in the Wild East, North Star had given you the highest of privileges; to join the Feisty Five as its newest member! This was to Ed’s dismay as “The Feisty Six” did not have the same ring to it that the alliteration of “The Feisty Five” provided. But alas, you were happy to be a part of whatever game they were playing, title be damned.
“I think we understand just fine.” Ace said, taking a menacing step towards Virgil.
“She- she stole it off a’ me! Mooch stole *my* gold! I was just stealin’ it back!” He squirmed against the wall.
“Aha! So you admit to stealing Mooch’s gold then?” You smirked, the loophole in his words falling carefully into place. This was a confession! You could have him imprisoned! Your first bandit capture while on the team! “I oughta lock you up for just that. But running away from the law, trying to shoot our dearest sheriff? I think you might get *life* in jail!” You hammed up your accent, really getting into character.
“Sounds good to me, rookie.” Ed responded with a nasty smirk.
“Agreed, give him what he deserves.” Ace continued. With that, you pulled out a lasso you had been gifted by Ace, who had stepped you through Lassons 101 for the past couple of days. Virgil squealed pathetically at the sight.
As you readied your throw, you kept in mind all he had taught you. You whirled the lasso around your head, feeling the loop tug and pull against itself. Keeping your hand in position you threw the lasso with all your strength. It soared across the air gracefully, and you watched in awe at your own technical prowess.
“Um.” Virgil responded, watching as your lasso landed in a pathetic heap in front of him,
“That’s okay.” He started as he bundled up the coil of rope and handed it to you, returning to his frightened position against the wall of the building. “You can try again.”
You repeated the same steps in motion, though this time with far less confidence and much more embarrassment. Your loop flopped against the side of the building with a thunk, before tripping on itself and falling to the floor once more.
“No no, you have to twist your wrist! That’s what’ll keep the loop horizontal!” Ace insisted, picking up the rope from the ground. “One more, Virgil.”
You felt your face grow hot. You were lucky North Star wasn’t here to watch this pitiful display. He’d probably still be proud of you nonetheless, but the thought was highly embarrassing.
You held your hand at the base of the loop in the lasso. Swung it round; one, two, before lifting it above your head and allowing the loop to slip from your grasp. It launched forward, nicking itself over Virgil's hat. The lasso lightly fell around his shoulders.
“Okay, okay now pull!!” Ace whispered eagerly. You pulled the lasso taught, and suddenly the menacing Vengeful Virgil was captured! The three of you cheered as Virigil remained still against the building. Face blank and clueless.
“Let’s take this guy to where he’ll be stayin’ the night.” Ed offered.
“Sounds like a plan!”
You walked off happily, Vengeful Virgil in tow.
“Wow, can’t believe you caught him just like that! Those lasson’s are really coming in handy.” Ed gave you a light pat on the back, but due to his strength it felt like a poor-man's heimlich manoeuvre. “I’ve never even captured a bandit with a lasso! My hands are too big to hold those tiny ropes.”
“That’s because you lack class, Ed. A real Cowboy, a *refined* one let’s say, would use the standard traditional methods.” Ace replied, “*I* for one have captured all of my prey with a lasso.” Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the smugness of his expression dripping throughout his tone.
“And how many’s that?” You ask, feeling Virgil tug at your rope.
“... Three.” He mumbled. You tried not to giggle, but Ed took charge, his roaring laughter was infectious.
“Seems we all suck at this a little.” You chuckled out, finding all your embarrassment dissipated.
Eventually you made it to the jail in the heart of town. Ed walked up ahead and held the door open for you. Ace walked inside and unlocked the door to one of the two cells the jail held. You stepped inside, a momentary respite from the harsh rays. You pulled the rope to guide Virgil into his cell. It felt like having a dog on a leash. Virgil voluntarily walked into the cell, seemingly forgetting he was supposed to be the struggling criminal, captured by the mighty Feisty Three! You loosened your rope, coiling it up as Ace locked the cage.
“See you later Vengeful *Vermin*.” Ace spat.
“Ooo good one.” You teased, chuckling at him.
“Oh shush. As if you could do any better, rookie.” You both laughed and left Virgil to rot in his cell for your predicted sentence of a lifetime.
“Good job team!” You congratulated the other two, beaming with the newfound confidence that a successful mission brought. “I think we’ve done some good today. We should find Star and the others and tell them to stop the search! We’ve already caught the bandit right?” The other two nodded, satisfied with the morning’s mission.
North Star, Mooch and Moray had been assigned to patrol the West-most side of the Wild East after Vengeful Virgil had escaped from the clutches of your group. It wouldn’t be too hard to find the three of them.
You had been a little disappointed at first when you hadn’t been assigned a team with North Star, though he insisted it was necessary, you were sad nonetheless. You liked hanging out with him more than anyone. He’s what made this game of Cowboy truly exciting. Ace and Ed were great, and you were honestly becoming closer to them than you had anticipated this morning, but they didn’t have the capriciousness, the risk, that Star did.
The three of you had barely started walking down the road to the western section of town when you saw the rest of the gang walking back empty-handed. At your appearance, Mooch ran over excitedly,
“Oh, oh! Did you do it? Did you find him?” She scurried along the sand, looking up at the three of you.
“We sure did!” You said triumphantly.
“That’s great to hear!” Said Moray as they approached.
“All thanks to our newest recruit.” Ace butted in. You gave him a thankful nod.
“Oh, gettin’ the hang of the ol’ lasso already, are we sweets?” North Star inquired, catching up with the other two. You prayed that Ed nor Ace would speak of the pathetic display earlier today to save your ego.
“I- I guess you could say that.” You mumbled, feeling yourself fluster at the other nickname Star had given you.. He was quite relentless with them; “Darlin’”, “Sweets”. All of which were spoken in his delicious accent and you happily drank them up.
“So, did you get my gold back?” Mooch asked. Your stomach dropped.
Shit, you had forgotten Mooch’s gold- The whole reason you were hunting this guy down in the first place! What sort of heroes were you?
The three of you fell silent, your expressions each uniquely blank. Embarrassment filled the silence in the air.
“You forgot, didn’t you.” Mooch responded flatly, highly disappointed.
“Ah, Mooch. You don’t understand. Today's mission wasn’t about gettin’ your gold back it wa-”
“It wasn’t?!” She interjected, stomping a foot down in the sand.
“Well- I- It was about *heart*!” Star tried to pull together some sort of moral, “Our team has stopped Vengeful Virgil from stealin’ from *more* vulnerable pockets. Thanks to your gold pouch, we were tipped off to that.”
“It was a noble sacrifice, Mooch.” Moray responded from behind them, trying to push the conversation along. You all nodded with a melancholy facade, mourning the loss of Mooch’s most-likely-stolen gold. Her expression scrunched up and she crossed her arms but didn’t say anything.
The group was silent for an awkward moment, before North Star suggested;
“How about we go celebrate this victory of Justice over a round of drinks?” To that, the rest of them cheered, except for Mooch, of course. She remained disgruntled.
You followed the group as they bumbled along the path back to the saloon. Another great morning in the Wild East! And, you had a whole afternoon of adventuring to look forward to! This time as a group, so you wouldn’t be away from Star for too long.
You were right outside the saloon, the relentless rays of the Dunes pounding down on your skin. The wind washed around your ears, and in the crashing of its waves it carried a small sound. A chant, maybe? Someone was yelling, but for fear or for joy you couldn’t tell.
“Uh, who is that?” Moray pointed out beyond the limits of the town. You all turned your heads to see a tall, blue figure kicking up sand as they ran.
“Martlet-” You let out in an astonished whisper.
“Who?” North Star inquired,
“She’s a friend of mine. From Snowdin.” You reply, confusion littering your tone. You hadn’t seen Martlet since the day of the duel. What was she doing here all of a sudden?
You fumbled down the saloon patio back onto the sand, meeting her halfway. Her run became a tumble as she nearly tripped over her own legs trying to stop herself from crashing into you.
“Oh my gosh!” She squawked out as she screeched to a halt. “They-They’re coming. You have to leave, they’re coming!” Martlet placed two feathered hands on your shoulders and shook you violently as she repeated herself. However, after a day out in the hot “sun”, it had your head spinning. North Star hurries himself across the sand in response to the violent jolting you’re receiving. He steps in between the two of you.
“Hey, hey, stop it!” His yell seems to snap Martlet out of her panicked stupor, she stops shaking. Now she seems frazzled, her eyes whizzing around the Wild East looking for a comfortable place to land that isn’t you or the man giving his all towards intimidating her. Star puffed out his chest, his eyes shooting daggers into Martlet. “I don’t care who you are, you have no right to treat our deputy like that!” He continued. The title of “deputy” rang in your ears like the bell in the centre of town. He hadn’t let *that* slip before.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” She started, holding her feathered hands up in defence. “This is just really important!” Martlet insisted, trying to get around North Star to face you. She scrunched up her face in annoyance when he wouldn’t budge.
“It’s okay, Martlet. Anything you can tell me, you can tell him.” You hoped this would placate any worry of hers, but instead it simply seemed to feed further into Star’s confidence, as he flashed a knowing grin to Martlet. Though, there was an evident light blush on his cheeks.
“Ah yes, me and the deputy are as tight as the knot in a lasso!” He crossed his gloved fingers. Martlet crossed her arms.
“Okay, sure. Look- You need to get out of here.” She said, turning to you. Her tone was deathly serious, a far departure from the dorky bird you had known previously. “The Royal Guard got wind of your little “duel” and they’ve decided to do a search of the entire Dunes!”
“Shit-” You heard Star mumble under his breath. “How long do they have?” He inquired.
You were too stunned to speak. You had been here for quite a while with no issue, and now you just had to get up and leave! You tried to get out any words but your throat held them back. Too panicked to say anything, you remained paralysed in silence.
“About an hour. I’ve taken a head start but they’re heading over from Hotland.” Your head starts to spiral, it’s getting hard to stand. Your mind is overwhelmed, waterlogged with the idea of your own capture. Possibly the Feisty Five’s capture for treason too-
You were lucky that your run-in with the Royal Guard went so smoothly. But you got the feeling that the rest of the Royal Guard wouldn’t be as forgiving as Martlet. This was not good- This was horrible. This was the worst thing that could happen! Where could you even go from here?
Something pulled at your hand. Looking down you could see North Star’s hand slip its way into your own. Looking up at him, he gave you a smile. You felt your mind clear itself at the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours. It was a small gesture, but it was more than enough to ground you to your senses.
“...I think it’d be best for you to head to Waterfall. It’s in the opposite direction to Hotland, and it’s far more cavernous and easy to hide in.” Martlet advised.
“I’ll come with you, sweets.” Star reassured you, his thumb running over your knuckles, “You ain’t never been to Waterfall, have you?”
“No.” You shook your head. Looking back at Martlet who met you with a worried expression.
“I would love to come with you, but I have to join the search.” She turned away with a pained expression, “I’ll come find you at Waterfall when it’s over, but until then, stay in Waterfall.” She had quite a demanding tone. Perhaps she was more fit for the job of a Royal Guard than she thought.
You sighed, trying to let out all of the worries that fizzled in the base of your stomach, leaving you nauseous.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be like one of our adventures!” Star turned to you, “Exploring new places, hiding from the bad guys!” Though his voice was cheery, his expression was dampened with hesitation.It was clear that he was trying to quell your anxieties, so you attempted meeting him with a grateful smile.
“Yeah, I guess so.” You squeezed his hand.
“I gotta head off now. Good luck!” Martlet said before flapping her wings and setting off, soaring through the sky as if the ground never held her. You wished you had such freedom, to leap from gravity’s clutches at will, escaping from all those who sought you harm. But as soon as the thought crossed your mind, it left, ashamed. You had your freedom on the surface, and you let it go- This was your punishment; getting hunted down like meat.
“You okay, deputy?” Star let go of your hand, instead resting both of his arms on your shoulders. He looked right into your eyes, his gaze analysing every feature of your face, digging for any sort of apprehension. He wouldn’t have to look hard to find it.
“I- No, I’m not okay.” You sigh, “But I will be. I hope.” You look away from his unrelenting gaze, feeling judged.
“Well then, rookie. Pack as much as you can for the both of us and meet me out here in 10. I’m going to alert the others, okay?” You nodded with a huff.
“It’ll be alright, darlin’.” He brushed his knuckles on the side of your face. “I know this is scary. *I’m* scared.” His hand turned to cup your cheek, “But if we lay low, like real bounty hunters, I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” He ran a hand through your hair, brushing it out of your face. He turned and reluctantly walked off towards the saloon.
Fuck, you were scared- But the look he gave you, mixed with the feeling of his fingers against your cheek was a feeling worth fighting for. You turned away from the saloon, heading off to get some supplies.
You weren’t going to let the Royal Guard win.
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“The locals around here say they haven’t seen anything, boss.”
“Keep trying. We need this soul more than anything, understand?”
“Y-yes.”
“Continue your search. I’m going to make a head start eastward.”
“Rumour says there isn’t much around there. Just an abandoned old town.”
“We’ll see about that.”
#undertale#undertale yellow#uty#north star#starlo#fanfiction#starlo uty#undertale yellow starlo#uty north star#uty starlo#north star uty#north star undertale yellow#north star x reader#starlo x reader#north star uty x reader#starlo uty x reader#no country for young humans
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Devlog #66
Hi-ho, Wudge here! Welcome to the weekly update.
As I mentioned about five days ago, I finally wrapped up the final code testing for Jade’s RNG minigame. I wrote the code itself about 2 months ago, but this week is the first time I used it with actual writing. I think it’s working pretty great personally, but we’ll see what my eventual playtesters think about it!
On that note, I wanted to take the opportunity to update the list I made in a previous devlog.
JADE SCENE
✔ 1. MC’s impression of Jade (descriptive): 100% - 338 words
✔ 2. Interacting with Jade (four conversation menus): 100% - 1390 words
✔ 3. Deciding to catch the bird (descriptive): 100% - 415 words
✔ 4. Catch the bird (large menu): 100%
• ✔ [Coding the RNG] 100%
• ✔ 4a. Make Jade use her powers forcibly on the bird: 100% - 260 words
•✔ 4b. Look up how to catch the bird safely: 100% - 528 words
• ✔ 4c. Catch the bird yourself: 100% - 401 words
•✔ 4d. Lure it out with treats/Chicken out: 100% - 196 words
✔ 5. Jade gives MC a brief tour: 90%
• ✔ 5a. Briefly showing off different locations - 395 words
• ✔ 5b. Bantering with Griffin in the conference room - 516 words
6. The rooftop: in-progress (drafted in VSCode)
•6a. Location description
•6b. Releasing the bird (variable check: if the bird was caught)
•6c. Jade jumps off the building to grab food
7. (missable) Stay for dinner (planned: handwrote part of the scene)
8. Jade takes you home (planned: took some notes in scrivener)
... Viola, 5/8 scenes just about all clear.
I also practiced drawing some birds in CSP to prepare for the eventual bird sprite, and... I think I really like drawing birds?? Such pleasantly simple shapes, look at these little guys.
I haven’t decided what kind of bird we’re gonna catch yet, but it’d be nice to have a colorful one!
And nowww that I’ve updated you guys on Herotome... I wanna admit that I made a bad call for my health recently. <_< Nothing serious, but uh.
When I worked on Ballads at Midnight with the intention of submitting it to a game jam, I was writing basically nonstop Monday-Friday for the month of March. As some of you may know, there’s going to be a secret ending update that expands some more about the story.
So going into April, I knew I wanted to:
Finish BaM’s secret ending.
Work on my client project (to pay the bills, y’know).
and of course, return to Herotome.
Not too daunting! I enjoy having more than one project, and am very used to juggling 2-3 at a time. However. I grossly underestimated how much juggling all three would take out of me after a full month writing sprint.
After inhaling tylenols to cope with eyestrain migraines last week, I started to realize that maaaaaybe I’m pushing myself too hard after all. I must contend that I paced myself extremely well in March, but completely failed to factor in rest and recovery to prevent burnout in April.
So now I’m vaguely aware that I need to schedule some rest at some point, but uhm... I don’t want to? I’m SO close to 100% wrapping up both BaM and the client project, so the idea of not finishing them this very minute is incredibly frustrating. And when I’m unwilling to rest because I’d prefer to work, it’s hard to feel remotely rested even if I schedule time off for myself. (Because I spend that rest-appointed session feeling mad and guilty and thinking about work the whole time.)
... I think I’ve mentioned multiple times that I’m a recovering workaholic. Haha.
Sooo tldr; for my health and my sanity, I’m gonna try to slow down... I love working on games, I love project work, I love working hard; nothing in life makes me happier. But if I keep pushing myself in the short-term then I’m not gonna get as much done as I’d want in the long-term.
After I finish the client project and/or the secret ending, I’m gonna take a break for at least a week - because I think I have to, even if the very idea makes me deeply unhappy. Rsm frsm. (Gosh Wudge, it’s only a week off, not the end of the world. You’ll be okay!)
Anyway. Thanks for sticking around y’all, you rock and don’t you ever forget it.
I hope you’re all staying safe and keeping warm.
Much love,
Wudge.
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aaagh. On both sides of the fence here, so please, share your input. Both hell sites, twitter and reddit have already confirmed through their own projections that Z is as good as gone in the mcu after Dec. and their faves (as long as the actress meets the pre reqs. of being blonde and has some sort of sex appeal) will be cast as the new vixen. While a lottttt can happen in two/three years career wise for Z or the next up and coming it girl, what’s your opinion on it?
I’ve seen all different sorts of perspectives from: she (Z) can come back “as long as she has red hair, is more like the original MJ and less weird” to how do studio execs go the politically correct route when recasting a racially bent comic book character without appearing tone deaf? (I feel like they could get around that one if Z’s filming schedule is genuinely too busy by that time.)
p.s. this is all in response to Tom’s new interview saying “if we’re lucky enough to see these characters again it would be in different forms.”
I don't mean to be rude but for me it's too early to be projecting on all of this and I definitely don't really take into account anything that the idiots on twitter and reddit have to say. These are the same idiots that saw a blonde extra in pics when they were filming FFH and somebody decided she was the real MJ. But I think for me it's just too soon to really get into what Tom means by his comment and it's so vague it could mean anything. Also I think there is so much that needs to happen with the properties and contractually before they are even in a place to make more movies.
Where I am with you is that IMO there is no way they cast a race bent MJ (and for all purposes Z is MJ so none of the she's not actually MJ) to then replace her with a white love interest. Not saying they can't have a different love interest but if they are waiting for a blonde white girl, I'm willing to bet that ain't happening so these people will still be upset. Or if it does happen there will be huge backlash.
No matter what happens and whether it involves Z or not, I hope it continues to make the racists unhappy.
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Wave 1 Frankie Stein Diary
The 30th day of June
So mom and dad think I should keep a diary to help sort out everything I’m feeling. Since I’m only a few days old I’m not sure where to even start. Right now I’m feeling happy, sad, confused, enlightened, worried, hopeful and hungry - all at the same time. Is this normal?
The 15th day of July
The most amazing thing happened today! It rained! I know everybody has seen rain before but this was my first time and I got so excited that I ran through the house yelling for everyone to come see it. Dad came bolting up from the lab and was rather unhappy to find out I had made such a big deal out of it. “Mary Shelly’s ghost Frankie, I though there were villagers with torches outside!” I guess I must’ve looked either surprised or sad ‘cause dad gave me a big hug and said he was sorry he yelled. I wanted to go out and play in it but dad said he thought that might cause me to short out. Mom came to the rescue with an umbrella, rubber boots and a raincoat. It was wonderful and dad even came out in his lab coat and boots to show me how to stomp puddles! Does life get any better than this?
The 16th day of July
I feel like I’ve got so much to learn between now and when school starts. What if I get excited about something that is just a normal every day occurrence, like the rain, and everybody laughs at me? Should I just be quiet and pretend I’ve seen it all before? I’m not even sure if that’s possible for me since everything is just so completely scary cool right now!
The 17th day of July
Okay so one thing I have learned in my short life is that I am not a morning person. My dad is though and he insists on yelling “It’s alive!” every time I come upstairs for breakfast. Unfortunately I don’t think he’s going to stop doing that any time soon because when he finally stops laughing he slaps his knee and says, “That just never gets old.” Is it too soon for me to decide that breakfast is overrated?
The 23rd day of August
We went on our first family trip today... to The Maul! I was really excited but also really nervous. Dad took the long way there and drove by Monster High to show me where I’d be going to school which made me even more nervous so that by the time we got to The Maul I was a total casket case. I almost asked dad to take me home but I went in anyway. We all had lunch at the food corpse and then mom took me shopping while dad went to look for some neck bolt polish. The first place Mom took me was her favorite store but all the outfits looked like old wedding dresses. I really didn’t want to hurt her mom’s feelings and I didn’t tell her this but I wouldn’t have been caught alive in most of those clothes. I guess mom must have sensed that I wasn’t very excited causewe didn’t stay there very long. As we were leaving the store we ran into Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura. Mom introduced me to them and said we were shopping for school clothes. Clawdeen looked at the store and started to say something but Draculaura accidentally hit her with the umbrella she was carrying and said, “Mrs. Stein if you would like us to show Frankie some of the places we shop, we’d be happy to do that.” Fortunately, mom said yes and then mentioned something about finding dad before he made it to the laboratory supply store. Clawdeen and Draculaura took me around to all the scary cool stores and told me all about Monster High. It was like we had known each other forever. Draculaura is sooo nice and Clawdeen Wolf is so confident and funny. While we were shopping I confessed I wasn’t sure what kind of styles would look good on me. Draculaura and Clawdeen both started laughing and I thought I’d said something wrong. Then they both put an arm around me and Clawdeen said, “Ghoul friend, with your figure you shouldn’t be wondering how good a style looks on you but how bad you’ll make it look on anyone else who wears it.” Draculaura even invited me to tryout for the fearleading squad... I was too excited to tell her I didn’t know what that was but it sounded like fun. By the time mom and dad came to find me I didn’t want to leave. I’m so glad I stuck it out and didn’t ask dad to take me home.
The 24th day of August
Didn’t see dad very much today. He’s been working on a special project in his lab and he said I’m not allowed to see what it is yet. I asked mom if I was getting a new sister or brother and she almost choked on the coffinccino she was drinking. “Karloff’s crypt sweetheart, whatever gave you that idea?” I heard mom telling dad about it later and it sounded like they were laughing. I wonder if other teenage monsters have parents who do odd things?
The 26th day of August
I got into my first fight with my parents today and they sent me to my room! I couldn’t believe it! I must be the only monster that this has ever happened to. So what happened was Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura called to invite me to a moonlight party on the beach. I said yes without asking mom and dad first and I was so excited that I ran upstairs to tell them and they said NO! “We’re sorry dear but we already have plans to do something as a family - you should have asked us first.” I told them that all the monsters that would be in my class at Monster High would be there having a scary good time and that I had already told Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura that I could go and it just wasn’t fair that I wouldn’t be able to and then water started running down my cheeks! I didn’t know what to do and I thought maybe I’d somehow broken my eyes. Dad and mom gave me a hug, which I didn’t want at first, and told me it wasn't’ my eyes but my heart that broke a little bit but it was okay cause hearts still work even when they break. Then they told me that the water was tears and that it was very unusual for a monster to be able to cry and that made me even more special. I had to call Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura back and let them know I couldn’t go but they told me it was okay and that the next time they would tell me ahead of time so I could make sure mom and dad didn’t have plans. I guess I still have a lot to learn but at least I’ve got good parents and friends to help me with the lessons.
The 28th day of August
This morning dad revealed his special project - a new pet he made just for me! It’s really cute and sweet and it’s not exactly a dog or a cat or a fish but more like a combination of everything. Dad told me that he took the best qualities of all the best pets and put them together. It barks like a dog, purrs like a kitten, swims like fish, has spikes like a dragon and eats bananas like a monkey. I’m going to call it Watzit. dad said its pet license is like ten pages long and the monster vet wasn’t even sure where to begin the examination. I don’t care though. Watzit slept at the foot of my bed and purred me to sleep. I love my life.
The 1st day of September
I had to get stitches today... well I guess I should really say new stitches. I was throwing a ball for Watzit and I heard rrrripppppp as the ball went one way and my arm went the other! I know that sounds terrible but it didn’t really hurt. It was kind of embarrassing though and I was really glad that no one was around to see it. Watzit brought the ball and my arm back and I went inside to see if dad could fix it. Mom was not very happy with dad and told him that he needed to work on his knot tying skills. Dad showed me how to stitch my arm back on and then gave me an emergency sewing kit to carry with me in case it happened when he wasn’t around. I really hope this doesn’t happen in front of my friends or I’ll be mortalfied.
The 6th day of September
I got my first letter in the mail today! It was my class schedule and a note welcoming me to Monster High. I think I’m more nervous now than I was before that first day at The Maul. It’s okay though because I know I’m getting ready to start my next great adventure and I just can’t wait to get started!
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Work / Relationship Stuff
So I broke down today, just physically/mentally collapsed
I told my bosses that I just can’t do my work schedule. I’m currently slated to cover three job positions from now until October.
Being at the plant from 5:30/5:45am - 18:45/19:15pm three days a week (when I have to do Pre-Op) and 6:30 - 19:15 two days a week (regular days) and working 8 hours every Saturday... It’s too much. Then on top of all of my own tasks, I’m working the slaughter line at least half the week every week... it’s just too much.
My projected hours for this pay period (two weeks) currently sits at 137:15 hours. Almost 70 hours a week.
And I just can’t.
Surprisingly my bosses were pretty understanding, I reached out to some other people in the area and we found someone who will come in two days a week at 16:00 and take over for me. So two days a week I’ll be able to leave at about the 10 hour mark, and cut down my hours by about 4 - 6 hours a week.
I think my breakdown helped a little with my relationship too. He was stressed out all week, and I was stressed out all week, and I think that added a lot of tension.
There are a lot of things that I love about him. He’s a good teacher, he’s kind, he’s gone through a lot and still holds himself to a pretty high standard, if we’re talking about something and he says “that doesn’t matter to me” and I say “it matters to me” he then says, “oh, well then it matters to me”, he’s put a lot of effort into learning what asexuality is and what it means and being more open and accepting of other LGBT+ identities because it’s important to me, and changing his views on sex workers and other liberal issues
Idk I’m just so unhappy with life right now that I think maybe I’m spreading it around a little too much. Or maybe I’m not. We’ll see what happens.
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Wrong about you
Concept: request where we get off on the wrong foot when we first met so we don’t like each other but then we have to work on a song together and gain feelings. Like usual dm me and whatnot for a request and I’ll be happy to comply! (Sorry if this is long lol) Hope you enjoy :)
I remember it vividly, as if it just happened, the infamous day I met Ruel. Some might say we got off on the wrong foot, but I’ll correct them with the fact that there was no misconception, he’s just a dick, but a beautiful one even if I don’t want to admit it.
The day we met, I had been been wearing an all white with pink detail Golf hoodie, this hoodie was my life. It had actually been signed by Tyler, the year prior when I had helped headline Camp Flog Gnaw, and was my most prized possession. I was wearing it at the studio, when I turned a corner and smashed into a fucking wall, but in case you didn’t catch on the wall was actually a 6’5 idiot. He slammed into me, causing my drink to just spill everywhere, completely changing my hoodie from the pristine white shade it was.
People would assume he’d be as charming as he is in his interviews, but those people are wrong. He slammed into me and gave me a blank stare before lifting me off the ground and walking away. I of course yell at him that he could at least say sorry for spilling my drink everywhere, causing him to turn back around and flip me off before going back to walking away. Leaving me in frenzied mess to clean my beloved hoodie.
The only reason these horrid memories are coming back to me, is because of the disgusting words my manager Jeff just said. My head snaps up suddenly when a hand is waved in front of my face.
“What” I snap out, extremely unhappy with what my team wants me to do. You’d think they’d care about my feelings more than some work deal.
“We’ve said it like five times already. You and Ruel are going to collab on a track together, there’s no way around it. You both need to suck it up and be mature, this industry has no time for your drama. Also, you’re on his insta every other day, I highly doubt you dislike him that much” Jeff states before dragging a hand down his face in an exasperated manner. Jeff here has been my manager since I started, he’s been through a lot with me. He’s pretty young for being my manager, but he’s the only one that truly gets me and is willing to put up with me, he’s the older brother I never had.
“Fine. Just know that I won’t like it.” I mumble with an eye roll, ignoring his little remark about my social media habits, watching as Jeff walks over to me before slightly ruffling my hair with a grin. I look up at him and flip him off, listening to him cackle like a witch as he walks out of the room.
I don’t have a crush on Ruel, he’s an ass, it’s just that he’s a very attractive one, but it’s not like I’ll ever change my mind about his personality. I’ll just have to admire from a distance.
I get up with a sigh, knowing that the Australian oaf is probably already waiting for me in the writing room next to the recording studio I’m laying in. I open the door and walk in, seeing him sitting on the sofa, with a matching glare as he looks at me. Glad to know the feelings mutual bitch. I make my way to the recliner next to the couch and sit down, waiting for someone to talk first.
A couple moments of silence past, with Ruel and I staring respectively at our own managers. Nate and Jeff both heave out matching sighs before looking at each other with annoyed looks.
“I thought you talked to her?” Nate says with a glance in my direction, causing me to scoff and wave a hand at Ruel who’s doing the same thing as me. Ruel scoffs in return and slightly pushes my hand away from him.
“I did, but obviously neither of our talks worked.” Jeff snorts back, causing them both to look at us as we glare at each other. Some might think we’re overreacting, but trust me Ruel is insufferable.
“Look, get over yourselves. You have to write this song and I don’t care if you don’t like each other, suck it up and do what you have to do. This is your job, not just a fun hobby.” Nate lecstures with a strict tone, causing the both of us to stiffen up. Jeff nods his head in agreement and observes the tense environment of the room.
“What’s so important about this song? I could have easily had a collab with someone else that’s bigger in this industry, why the one girl that fucking hates me?” He hisses out, causing Nate to give him a sharp look. The look instantly shuts him up, but he’s not my manager so I openly speak up.
“Then go collab with someone else, but don’t act like I’m the only one causing issues. You hate me too and don’t try to deny it. Also don’t you dare try to bash my career ” I snap out, slightly hurt by his words, he might not like me, but he has no right to undermine my career when I worked hard to be where I am. He gives me a shocked look, with regret in his eyes, but I turn my head away from him before he can say anything.
“Both if you cut it out. Get over it, you need to learn how to work with people, because surprise not everyone is going to like you guys. We’re going to go in another room and work on paperwork for some scheduled performances, stay in here and start writing. Please.” Jeff says with a pleading look aimed at me, I nod my head and keep my head down as I open up my notebook.
Jeff and Nate leave the room, encasing Ruel and I in a tense silence. I feel him staring at me, I start to become irritated by his watchful eyes. I snap my head up and glare at him, hoping he doesn’t notice that my eyes are slightly watery. I’m being a baby, I shouldn’t let his comment hold that much of an affect on me. His gaze slightly softens and he opens his mouth to speak, before I beat him to it.
“Don’t. You’ve done enough. What is the song going to be about?” I mutter, keeping my eyes trained on the page, waiting for him to talk so I can start outlining. He lets out a soft sigh before shifting his body, making it completely face me. I tense up at the direct attention from him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I was pissed and it just came out. It’s not an excuse to have been an ass like that, but you’ve also said some shitty things since we’ve met. Look you’re talented and you know it, there’s honestly no other person in our age group as big as you in the industry, I was just trying to be a dick. I’m sorry.” He whispers out, watching my face to see my reaction. I give him a hesistant nod, watching the sad look pass over his face when he realizes I’m not going to respond.
“I was thinking maybe a love song? I know it’s cliche, but I think it could work.” He mumbles, playing with the sleeves of his sweater. I nod my head and write the idea down.
“It could, just depends on the type of love story we want to portray. We don’t want a corny song, but something that’s still relatable” I tell him, watching him nod his head with a intrigued look on his face.
“I have an idea, you can be honest if it sucks. What about like what both of the people are thinking? Like fuck I’m not sure how to explain it, but like we’d both be singing obviously, but two different perspectives, to show what the two people feel?” He says, with a confused look on his face, struggling with how to explain his idea. I nod my head slowly, still not sure what he’s trying to say.
“Okay wait, kind of like a wistful song. Both wishing they could be with one another” he muses, I nod my head frantically writing down what he’s saying, hoping it can actually be a start for this project we have to do.
“So something where they both want each other but-“ I get cut off by my phone buzzing, causing me to grab it and look at what my friend sent me. I smile and repost the picture to my insta story. Ruel watches me with a curious look before letting out a slight cough.
“What’re you looking at? If I may ask, you just looked happy and I’m curious” he mumbles with a shy look. I give him blank look before remembering that I’m doing this for my fans and grin before turning my phone towards him. I might not like him, but the love I have for my fans is overpowering my current feelings, making me want to show off how talented they are.
“Holy shit, did one of your fans make that?” He questions with amazement covering his face. I nod my head before looking at my screen with nothing but love on my face.
“Yeah it’s a painting of one of my pictures, they’re all so talented. Everything I do is for them.” I say with a grin, causing his head to shoot up with a giant grin. I regard him with shock and hesitance at his fast movement, kinda nervous about why he’s so excited.
“That’s it!! Holy shit that’s perfect, that gave me the perfect idea” he practically yells, snatching my notebook and pencil, and scribbling away before I can even stop him. I move to sit next to him, leaning over his shoulder to see what he’s writing.
“You got me painting pictures in my head” He quietly sings out, I watch him with a curious look, wondering how that line relates to anything he’s said this whole time.
“So I’m just gonna be honest here, how the fuck does that relate to what you’ve been saying?” I question, letting out a small laugh. He gives me a smile and shakes his head softly.
“Okay so think about it, like they can’t see each other all the time but like they think about each other all the time, hence painting pictures, and well we can figure out the rest, like I want a love song but not a typical one” he says while scribbling away on my paper. I nod my head and let him write, before grabbing it from him to read and see what could be fixed.
“Ooh I like that chorus you wrote, okay so how about here on verse two we have like ‘golden skies, your water blue, perfect muse, I might be drowning’ but with a deeper tone for the end” I murmur trying to piece things together, only to be met with silence. I look up and watch him analyze me with a soft look. I blush from the direct attention before turning back to the music, hoping he doesn’t notice.
“You’re a genius, there’s no one I’d rather do this with.” He whispers before grabbing the notebook and seeing how the lyrics go together. I smile at him before leaning back and singing along with him. Both so us laughing and joking around as we write. Forgetting about the tense and unhappy relationship we’ve had for so long, letting it be replaced with a new start.
While we messed around and wrote our song neither of us noticed Jeff and Nate peeking in the room to see how we were doing, only to see us laughing and working perfectly together. They smile and shut the door, heading back to the room they were in. We both look up when we hear the door shut before looking each other and laughing again. I watch him sober up as he moves his hand towards my face and brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear, letting his hand linger there for a couple seconds before it drops back to his lap. We both turn red, not expecting this change in atmosphere to happen. He looks me over before shaking his head with a small smile and red cheeks, reaching over to grab my notebook.
“You know that you’re art to me... you’re art to me.” He quietly sings to himself, causing me to read it over and give him a small nudge. He looks up, waiting for me to say whatever it is that I took him out of his trance for.
“I really like that line, what’s the inspiration behind it? Don’t tell me it’s jack black like you’re other song” I laugh, before my face heats up, at the fact that I just practically admitted to watching some of his interviews.
“Don’t worry, I watch your interviews too. But uhm no, it’s not another movie reference. It’s uh a person” he mumbles trying to turn his head so I don’t see his face heat up in nervousness. I feel my heart ache for a second, I guess having gotten over our petty drama, I let myself get too caught up in thinking he was being more than just friendly. I slightly nudge him with a smirk, masking my true feelings.
“Ooh Ruel likes a girl huh?” I laugh watching him roll his eyes before nudging me back, causing me to almost fall off the couch, before his hands shoot out and pull me flush against him.
“Yeah I do, for awhile now. But she hates me so” he laughs, looking at me with a look I can’t quite decipher. I give him a curious glance, before asking a question that completely changed everything.
“How can someone hate you? I honestly don’t think I even hated you, just strongly pissed off and annoyed, but I was wrong about you as we can tell. Who’s the beautiful girl that made you all sappy to write that line?” I say with a smile, trying to cheer him up from the obvious distress he was in about this girl.
“You.” He whispers before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. I freeze up, not expecting this to happen in a million years. I feel him tense up before pulling away, causing me to snap out of my daze and grab him by the collar of his sweater, crashing our lips back together. Leaving us in a flurry of rushed kisses and fleeting touches.
“This better be a great fucking song, come back to see them not even working but swapping spit” Jeff mumbles to Nate with an eyeroll, as both regard the two young adults with a smirk. Knowing all along that this was going to happen, having seen both of them lurking on one another’s socials ever since they first met.
“If only they weren’t so stubborn to keep up with the petty drama, could have made this happen ages ago” Nate laughs, before closing the door to leave the two alone.
I pull away breathlessly before giving him a soft smile, watching him smile back before brushing his thumb along my face. He leans back on the couch, pulling me with him so that my back is pressed against his chest. He holds my hands that are pressed against my stomach, drawing patterns on my palms before leaving a soft kiss behind my ear.
“I was wrong about you” he mumbles next to my ear, causing me to nod my head agreeing with him, before I reply back.
“You’re not the only one, I was so wrong about you too. I’m sorry for being such an ass this whole time” I whisper, pulling our conjoined hands up, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. He lets out a laugh before reassuring me that everything was okay. Sitting there together in a happy atmosphere, thinking about the newfound inspiration we have for this song while laughing and coming up with more parts.
Lets just say that was only the beginning of our story together and one of the many songs written between us. Definitely not a cliche love story you could say.
#ruelvincentvandijk#ruel van dijk#one ruel#ruel#ruel one shot#ruel imagines#ruel imagine#imagine#imagines#one shot#x reader#free time ep#ruel fanfic
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Prompt request: feeling lost after the war, Pidge invites Lance to illegally steal the blue lion and go on a space road trip with her. He accepts.
A bit of casual intimacy and a possible series continuation plotline! I hope you like it!~~~~~Pidge taps the stylus against her tablet, feeling distinctly… unhappy.
The Defenders Project was in full swing. The Land and Sea vehicles were ahead of schedule on testing, all performing above and beyond the team’s wildest dreams. The Galaxy Garrison was a bustling hub of people from all over the universe. This was where engineers and scientists of all kinds wanted to be. This was where things were happening and Pidge was at the head of it all.
Yet… something wasn’t sitting right in her gut and it bothered her to no end that she didn’t know what it was.
A knock at the door.
“The war’s over Pidge,” Lance says teasingly as he leans against the doorframe to her office. “No need for you to be working so late anymore.” He’s dressed in his formal Garrison uniform, the one that denotes him as a Paladin. There’d been a dignitary meeting that night - one that Pidge hadn’t felt the need to attend, not with this weird feeling in her gut - and Lance was dressed to show at a glance exactly who he was. He was beholden to the universe as a Paladin and his home was Earth.
Pidge sighs and looks over at the time. It was the next day already. Quiznak, she hadn’t even realized…
A yawn interrupts her train of thought. “I know,” she admits when she’s finished, tiredness settling in hard. “I lost track of time.”
Lance chuckles and swaggers into the room. “A good thing we’re going to the same place then.” He offers a hand to help her out of her work chair. Whether it’s her sleepiness or own selfish desires, she takes it and overcompensates, bumping into his chest.
She doesn’t pull away and neither does he.
Pidge listens to the beat of his heart, ear pressed up against his chest. Lance wraps an arm around her back and begins to sway.
“Well, I’ve had my perfect evening,” Lance says. “Everyone got along at the party and now I get my slow dance with you.”
His lips press onto the top of her head and she melts. She will fall asleep if this continues.
“I’m glad someone had a good night,” she mutters, following his lead in this most simplest of dances.
Pidge has known Lance long enough that she feels the moment in the silence that follows when his lightheartedness turns more serious. “What’s wrong?”
“That’s the problem,” she moans. “I don’t know. On paper everything is perfect, but there’s this feeling in my gut I can’t shake.” She sighs. Perhaps… “Is… is all this what Allura really would have wanted?”
“What? You mean the Defenders?” Lance hums. “I mean… she’d want us to continue protecting the universe. Kinda hard to do that without the Lions.”
“I can’t help but think that something is off,” she admits. “The more time I spend around the new Vehicles, the more uneasy I get.” Pidge huffs. “I know they aren’t supposed to feel like Voltron - nothing will ever feel like Voltron - but it feels more and more like the opposite of Voltron.”
“Opposite… of Voltron?” Lance laughs lightly. “Pidge, I think you need some sleep. I’m taking you home so you can do just--”
A rumble that feels more like a purr vibrates through the Paladin Bond. It’s been years, but it’s just as strong as before.
But its not her Lion. “Lance?”
“Blue’s outside,” he whispers hoarsely. “She… she’s alone. She… wants me to pilot her. She wants to show us something.”
The Voltron Lions were not in the habit of messing around. Blue was here for a reason and Pidge did not think it was a coincidence that this was happening as she confessed her uneasy feelings to Lance.
“Well,” Pidge says, “we’d better not keep her waiting.”
#plance#pidgance#Voltron legendary defender#lance#pidge#mod rue#established relationship#post series#canon continuation
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if they had a kid meme
send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. // @hugoevelyn
Name: Sanam Reyes
Gender: Cis man
General Appearance(s): Sanam's smile is the first thing most people notice about him: it's reassuring and constant and never, ever disingenuous. He's gangly in his youth but grows into his long limbs eventually. His hair and lashes and eyes are dark and lovely and although he doesn't resemble either of his adoptive mothers, his looks are as likely to turn heads in a crowd as theirs. He keeps his hair and beard somewhat long but never unkempt exactly. He isn't nearly as minimalist in his clothing as Darling, but his style is a lot more formal than Ariadne's -- he dresses pretty much what you’d expect a young professor trying to be taken seriously would, basically.
Personality: Sanam is exactly two months older than Darling and adopted when the two children are almost three years old. Someone refers to them as "the twins" early on, and the nickname sticks despite the lack of biological connection. Where Darling is silent, Sanam is happy to chatter and make friends. He's a gentle soul and observant even as a child, always trying to befriend the children he thinks seem lonely in school, or conversing with plants as if they were people too. Darling and Ariadne don't bicker much, I think … but when they do, it's Sanam who is the peacemaker of the family. He hates to see anyone angry or unhappy and does his best to remedy it. He loves school and is clearly restless and bored during summers without the stimulus of lessons, so Ev and Amya do their best to fill his schedule with different hobbies and classes.
Special Talents: Sanam dances ballet! When Darling wants a pair of ballet shoes at age 8, Sanam is the one who attends classes with her. She grows bored after a few weeks, but Sanam dances for years. He considers becoming a professional ballerino when he's older, but instead ends up studying Linguistics instead. He speaks several languages fluently, including ASL, Spanish, French, Romanian, Gujarati, and Portuguese.
Who they like better: I think he’s closer with his sisters but between Amya and … maybe Ev? He hero worships Evelyn as a child. It would be a very close call for him, though, because he’s very close to Amya too.
Who they take after more: Evelyn, or maybe Uncle Teo if we’re talking about The Gang dynamics. (His godfather is Rico though)
Personal Head canon:
- I think Ev tries to keep the kids out of the public eye as much as possible for the sake of their own privacy but sometime around age 9, he and Evelyn start to post pictures of shelter animals to her IG stories to help them get adopted. He and Evelyn both have so much “save the world” energy and I think there’s lots of different causes that they’re both so outspoken and passionate about, especially once he’s older. I think he relates to her a lot, they vibe on a similar frequency.
- He’s a chatterbox like Ariadne, and used to parrot her a lot when he was little by repeating expressions his big sister used often, or ‘copying’ her interests in any way he could. He sometimes lets Ariadne dye his hair and do his makeup when he’s a teenager experimenting with his look.
- He cares a lot about both of his sisters!! When he’s in university and in different cities as his sisters, he occasionally makes them set aside time to skype with him. Each of them holding a glass of wine (or a milkshake in Darling’s case), and discussing what they’ve missed, sharing updates on projects and relationships, and complaining about any Darling family parties they might have to attend to appease their grandmother.
- He’s very … thoughtful with gift-giving and I think this he inherits from Amya? Everything he gives to other people is carefully selected and almost … agonized over. Especially “happy anniversary” gifts for his moms.
- He’s the most involved in Amya’s work out of all of them, offering to go to meetings or fashion week with her and always offering his assistance in any way she might need it. He steals his mother away for lunch often (sUCH A MOMMA’S BOY) and I think people half-expected him to work for Amya, if not continue dancing ballet, so his love of languages really took most people by surprise.
Face Claim: Dev Patel
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✧I Need You✧ Chapter 127
March came too soon. “Vacation” was over before you knew it, and you honestly weren’t sure if you were all balanced. But that didn’t really matter. The world was not going to wait. On the 7th you were scheduled to be Talbot’s personal puppy as he addressed the United Nations. On the 12th you had a keynote speech about Stark Industries’ release of the Intellicrops project at the NYC Tech Convention. And before that…
On the 3rd and 5th, you were now reading, sitting at your office desk, the Avengers had planned raids on two suspected Hydra bases. They’d gone on one without you, at the very end of February. You already sensed the team hadn’t been happy with your decision to step away and keep away while they went out. Guilt was heavy enough, but really it was the disappointment you’d pretended not to notice as you took hold of your briefing folder on your first day back to work.
While Tony and Bruce had had some other pressing projects to wrap up before they could start sweeping for the scepter, they couldn’t put it off forever. And, really, they shouldn’t. The team being mad at you was really nothing compared to what was going on behind the scenes. What Hydra was doing with that weapon, and the hundreds other they’d stolen… you were so inconsequential compared to all that. But. If that were true…
Then why had you spent half a month at home?
You figured that was what everyone was asking themselves. Each other. Tony, even. You didn’t have an answer for them other than your own cowardice and unhealthy state. But even that was probably not enough.
All of it had to be put aside. It was time to go back to work now. That’s why you put your CEO duties aside that morning to go over the extensive briefing of what you’d missed. Tony had secured some rogue SHIELD properties that were meant to help the team. A few Quinjets that he was making modifications to. There was also some vague mention of a building upstate for housing purposes. You recognized it as an already owned plot of land. Maybe one of Stark Industries’ old facilities? Tony hadn’t detailed it so it must have not been super important. It was being gut renovated right now.
While Tony and Bruce had thought finding the scepter would be difficult, it apparently had been quite a challenge. Not only were Hydra now scrambling signals, probably in an effort of foresight that eventually what was left of SHIELD or the Avengers would come after that. The scepter, according to the report, already threw out low levels that were difficult to trace, and only when it was active. So all of that culminated in a few hotspots that the team then had to go check out. There was a detailed list and some intel on every base the Avengers were scheduled to go hit.
Something you supposed you should have read without missing a detail. But something else was bothering your brain. None of these bases were on United States soil. Which… well. That was a problem. Considering your other problem that you were currently facing.
In your extended downtime, a report had also come in from Ellis. Not too long ago. You wondered if this Enhanced Ambassadorship was all for show. He seemed not to care too much about it. Pulling you on so soon without a moment’s notice… basically telling you you had no say- and that all you had to do was sit by a general while he talked above you… none of it felt good. But what more could you do?
“LUNA, open a secure line with President Ellis.” Opening up one of the holo-windows on your desk so you could start a conference. The Avengers had already hit one base in somebody else’s country. You needed to deal with this now.
He left you on hold longer than you would have liked. But eventually his face popped up on the link and he looked nothing short of disgruntled. “This better not be about the conference next week.” Apparently so sure you were just unhappy enough to start finding your way out of things.
The truth was, of course, you were. But he must have had no sense of your loyalty for your family, if he really thought you’d start reneging now. “No. It’s about something a little more pressing.”
“You have ten minutes.”
“It’s... slightly related.” Admitting this, trying to ease yourself. Regain the control you used to feel in situations like this. So suddenly it had all started slipping away. When he bristled you attempted a smile. “SHIELD left a lot more mess behind than you’re aware of. Hydra made off with a lot of sensitive material.”
This put a silence into him. A cold one of consideration. He sat forward at his desk. “How sensitive? Are we talking about-”
“Weapons. Yes, sir.”
“...what kind of weapons?”
“Extremely dangerous ones.” Trying to just toe the line here. Right now he didn’t exactly need to know, and you kind of wanted to test the waters on his trust of you.
He regarded you for a long moment. “...and what do you want me to do about it?”
“The Avengers are taking care of it.” Sitting a bit straighter in your seat, clasping your hands together lightly.
Realization sparked in his eyes. “On foreign soil.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You want me to authorize your people to invade countries to get this weaponry back. That’s what you called me for?” Getting just a touch angry. Probably because this was a little too coincidental, what with the meeting with the United Nations seven days away…
“I don’t need you to authorize The Avengers to do anything. We’re going. Hydra stole United States property. The Avengers, who operate for the good of all humanity, but just happen to do so in the United States, are going to find them, apprehend them, and get it back. And I’m sure any country Hydra is found hiding inside of, with this dangerous stolen property, would be quick to denounce them. Don’t you think?” Finding your toughness and strength still holding steady after your little meltdown. Thank god.
If you couldn’t do this what could you do?
You shared a long gaze with the President as he considered all this. If the Avengers got caught doing this, it could have huge repercussions, of course. Foreign countries might not like that enhanced individuals were using powers on their property. But not on their citizens. On Hydra. So the both of you had to come to an agreement, now, that if your team was found out doing this that you were both sure you could talk down a country from war in only the face of bad press of not wanting to be associated with Hydra. And not wanting to look like an enemy of the Avengers.
The ones who saved not just New York from aliens, but the world. Those ones. You were sure the team had enough good press still behind it. It had been a few years, but it was still pretty fresh.
But Ellis had to agree on that, too. Right now.
And, thankfully, “...I appreciate you telling me about this. I figure you could have operated in the dark.”
It wasn’t worth telling him that the team had already gone on one mission, and had you decided the President of the United States wasn’t worth informing just this morning, nobody would have. He didn’t need to know any of that. You gave him a nod. “I’m going over the UN stuff now. I’ll be on my best behavior while I’m there.”
“...they don’t need to know about any of what you’re doing. Nobody does right now.” Staring you down. Apprehension was easy to sense, even from so far away. Easily read on his face. “Do we understand each other?”
Basically telling you: Don’t get caught.
“Understood, sir.”
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One terrible meeting out of the way for the day, you figured you should put your attentions into actual business things. That served you well, meetings and conferences and emails until about two PM. At that time you found yourself in the private lounge with your team (nicer than a small conference room for sure), as everyone took a seat on whatever couch was nearest them and pretended to go over their briefings while paying more attention to what had been stocked for lunch.
It was strange, the isolation you felt. You also hoped it wasn’t on purpose. Even Tony had cozied up in a different corner of the room, perhaps absent-minded to you sitting by your lonesome as he chattered with Bruce about who knew what. But maybe you were part of the problem, too stuck in your head to notice anyone trying to pay attention to you.
Steve took a seat beside you, startling you pretty hard. “Hey- sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay.” Assuring him quickly.
He regarded you for an uncomfortable amount of time. “You alright? You seem pretty lost.”
“I just have a lot on my mind.” Easy to say as he could never comprehend just how much at this point.
“I’m sure the feeling is mutual right about now.”
“Listen up everyone.” Maria called everyone’s attention. Which was good. You weren’t sure how to respond to Steve. Whether to maybe find gratitude in the sameness of being overwhelmed or to feel annoyed that he was trying to compare notes. “If the raids in the next few days don’t prove successful, we’ll continue to our next two hotspots in the same on-off calendar days. According to Banner and Stark we just got a few more hits come in, so we need everyone to be prepared.”
That would, of course, mean that the team was planning a strike on the 7th of March. And. Well…
You stood. “I have an announcement.” Drawing all eyes your way as you moved closer to that focal point she was standing in. She stepped aside, crossing her arms. Nervousness and agitation both gripped the room. “President Ellis has basically ordered me to take the position of the United States’ Enhanced Forces Ambassador.” Already the room erupted in heated voices. “Alright- one at a time-”
Clint was the first wise one to figure out a spot, raising his hand. So when you pointed his way, “That sounds very made up.”
“It is.” Dry as you answered. “But the President made it up. So I don’t really have a choice.”
Natasha half raised a hand. “Let’s say you did have a choice.” Asking what the alternatives were that had been presented to you. Trying to get all the information on this situation. As always.
“I don’t.” Firm about this. “But if I had said no there was pretty much a threat that the President might think about disavowing us to the United Nations. Which is particularly important, considering we’re all about border crossing these days. Don’t you agree?” Not asking her specifically, sweeping a gaze around the room.
Steve was the next one to speak. “And you have to report to him directly about all our activity now?”
“No. That wasn’t part of the deal.” It wasn’t, so it didn’t matter if you already had done that earlier that morning.
Maria regarded you. “So what was part of the deal?” The accusatory nature of this really rubbed you the wrong way.
You had to steady yourself to not get angry. But it wasn’t your voice that spread across the room. It was Tony’s. He spoke calmly but pointedly as he made his way slowly over to you, “The deal was she sits on a council with no authority and basically princess-waves to the United Nations to make them feel better so that we all get to stay in business. And it was either that or jail time for everyone in this room when a foreign country remembers what the word terrorist means the next time one of us gets caught on camera on their soil.” He was by your side as he let a small silence weight what he said next. “Anyone got a problem with that?”
Steve’s eyes were down when he was the first to speak after all that. “Is that where you’ve been since last month?”
It was hard to know what vexed him so much about your disappearance. Maybe it was that you’d chosen politics over getting, what the team considered, work done? “I really was just taking a break.”
Thor shuffled his shoulders. “Well the time for breaks is over. The longer the scepter is in Hydra hands the more danger it poses to your planet.”
Their disappointment in you was easily felt. Like a fresh slap. “I know. And I’m committed to getting it back. But I can’t go on the 7th. I have a meeting with the United Nations then.”
Yet again, a flare of upset from Steve brought your eyes his way just as he opened his mouth. “Were you even gonna tell us that if we hadn’t planned for a raid then?”
You had to clamp down. Extremely hard. Showing nothing but a meager amount of disgust as your brows knit together. “Of course I was.” How could he even ask you something like that? “But I guess since the dates got ahead of me, you’ll just have to trust that I would have.” Meeting his eyes, not glaring, just… openly regarding him.
He was the first one to break, head dropping in a nod. “I trust you.” But there was a sore sense of guilt here that filled you almost to the brim.
...he really didn’t trust you anymore?
“Good.” Just a little defensively, unable to help yourself. But the way everyone in the room was staring at you… you crossed your arms, holding to yourself. “Look- guys- I don’t know what changed. We’re a team, you know? A family. I don’t like walking on eggshells around you. I’m not hiding anything. I’m trying to do what’s best for the team. Always. And if over the past few months that stopped becoming clear, then I’d like to talk about it. Because we can’t carry on this way.” Almost short of pleading with everyone in that room. “We fought aliens. I know this other stuff has been tough, but we’re tougher.”
You couldn’t start falling to pieces over every little thing. You needed them to be with you. To come together. It couldn’t go on like this.
It would have been entirely too much to sit in silence after going off like that, so you were intensely grateful when Natasha aimed a smile up your way. “I’ve never questioned your judgment. I’m pretty sure nobody in this room has. But. Let nobody feel free to correct me.” Her levity eased the tension pulling the room taught.
Bruce’s voice held just a note of timid as he fumbled with his glasses in his hands. “I know SHIELD brought us in with folders and… some even with thinly veiled threats…” There was a wry smile, aimed Natasha’s way- one she reciprocated, even. Interesting. “-but. I don’t know of anyone else after the fact that put more care into what we are now. Or more work.”
Tony held up a finger. “I’d like to request we pair the amount of work going in as a Team Stark venture.” A humorous round of boo’s hissed around the room and Clint even chucked a throw pillow Tony’s way. He scoffed. “Alright. Message received. Don’t ask me for more suit upgrades.”
The air in the room was much warmer than when you’d sat down, and it was very nice. One less thing to worry about. Murmurs of approval seemed to be going around. While it would have been nice to hope this was the last semi-scuffle all of you got into, you doubted it. But… teams fought, right? That was normal. As long as you could just be the big adult and talk things through with them… hopefully that would be enough every time.
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It was absolutely too much to ask that either mission would be the one that ended things. Too much to ask that on either of those two missions you actually found the scepter and the stolen Chitauri parts and called it a day. Too much. Neither mission ended in a critical success. But there was at least one silver lining to both.
Getting to know how your team operated in close quarters was really a blessing in disguise. They’d found their stride on the first mission it seemed. Were able to bounce off one another with no problem, communicate with no problem. It was easy fitting into a world with this compact team.
Before every send off, Tony and Steve would go over key details. Tony would usually brandish his knowledge about and pull bunker info and relevant entry points. And then Steve would direct the entire team where they needed to be. Once out on the battlefield things were hectic and not everything went to plan. Hydra was more than well enough equipped to try and defend themselves.
Which was telling enough.
They were supposed to be a dead faction, most captured and being tried for their crimes. Yet this organization hosted multitudes of soldiers and weaponry that- while couldn’t stand up to the might of the Avengers- did a damn good job of at least defending their base for more than thirty minutes at a time.
You learned that Bruce had been held back in the jet, agreed upon by all parties. Unless a “Code Green” went into effect. Which would mean Hulk was a necessary player on the field. On the second mission this got utilized, when a few tanks rolled up on the ground team and you and Tony were busy trying to take down a bunker shield. By the time you’d gotten back with empty hands to show for it, Natasha had ventured off to try and quell the Hulk’s anger and turn the tide.
They had prepped- already- for what life looked like in your absence. Maybe it was for the best. You weren’t always available. You wouldn’t always be around to try and calm Hulk down. Even if you were in battle with them, there was no guaranteeing your being up to it. This was good, you told yourself. That they had all these second options. That Steve and Tony led the charge in your single absence so much so that when you sat back the next two times it just felt like… normal.
...maybe it was good, you continued to tell yourself on the next flight back on the Quinjet. Maybe… maybe it meant that eventually they wouldn’t need you anymore in this capacity. ...hopefully they’d let go of Tony, too. Maybe. Someday. ...someday you could step away and feel good about it. Even in Ultron’s absence, although that would have helped immensely. Maybe one day… retirement wouldn’t seem so far fetched.
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The morning of the 7th you saw the team off on the flight deck just before sunrise. Tony was the second to last to load in. There seemed to be no more hard feelings about you missing a raid, which was good. Because you literally could not miss this meeting. With a small pat to his chest and a kiss to his cheek, “Please find the thing.”
His grin was weak at best. “No one wants to find the thing more than I do.” Putting an arm around you, he pulled you close for a tight half hug. “Besides, I want all the glory of bringing it home. Obviously.”
Thor passed you both and clapped Tony so hard on the shoulder it bounced you back a little. “We can discuss glories after we’ve secured the scepter.” Boots falling hard on the up-ramp, though he seemed in a good mood despite his antics.
Tony sighed and gave you a small shrug. “Duty calls. Dinner later?”
“If I get through this meeting in one piece.”
“You’ll do great.” Hands rubbing up and down your arms a few times over as if he could soothe away all your jitters. He left you with a too-short goodbye kiss. And then you watched, holding yourself still as the jet pulled up and into the sky. Your team aboard. While you…
You had to stay behind. And get ready in a sharp suit and a clear mental state. Because this meeting wasn’t going to be easy. Even if you were expected to talk as little as possible. Media were parked out front, as always. You made sure to clip on your absolutely ridiculous EFA badge to your jacket as you stepped out onto the sidewalk of the United Nations Headquarters. Head up, ignoring the press crying your name.
Really, it could have been a normal day.
On the docket was a greeting lunch, where all these representatives like to lounge around lavishly. Eat things that were way too expensive, and no doubt gossip. You were no stranger to these environments. Really, if left alone, you probably could have excelled here far more than you would have liked.
But as you stepped into the private lunchroom after checking in, Talbot was the first to greet you. “Good to see you, ma’am.” He seemed agreeable and in good spirits. Probably a good thing.
“And you, sir.” Unfortunately, now that he was at your side… the swallowing of pride had to begin. “Where would you like me?”
“Well, just between you and I, the cool kids have a table I like to sit at.” Grinning, but you weren’t actually sure if he was making a joke or not.
You tried very hard not to visibly scrutinize him. “You have a speech prepared for later? Or are you more of an off-the-cuff kind of man?”
He cleared his throat, adjusting his coat with all his wondrous battle-won splendors dangling upon it. “A little of both. Don’t worry. I don’t need you to speak.”
“That’s never been clearer.” Allowing yourself a minimal amount of sass. Otherwise you might explode.
Luckily, he seemed to let it slide. Though his slight flair of annoyance clued you in to the fact that that was probably the only one you’d get. “Come on. A lot of people want to meet you.”
“Lucky me.” Okay. Maybe two.
Talbot was right, though. There was a strange mix in the air, as eyes followed you around the room. Definitely at least in your favor, as most of the electricity you sensed in the air was excitement- though there were slight parts anxiousness as well. You supposed that couldn’t be helped. Until you personally made the rounds to each table and explained why you were here- it might have appeared as though an Avenger was escorting a general around the United Nations. Kind of sloppy optics but…
You hadn’t been asked for your opinion on this event or how to host it. So that’s how things went. Once you shook enough hands and people started playing the telephone game on their own, the air definitely shifted a bit more comfortably. Though you bought food and sat at the cool kid’s table, you picked at it, kind of slightly overwhelmed with a little too much. There were too many people here feeling too many things in this large yet enclosed space.
And despite the situation needing your immediate attention, your thoughts were with Tony. With the team. They’d reacted negatively at first to the thought of you being here, but you wanted to be anywhere else. A thought that had never struck you so hard until Talbot nudged you to get up because brunch time was over. Enough people had sipped at mimosas for long enough to be pliable for what was likely a boring speech.
So now it was time to stand at General Talbot’s side while he waxed poetic about this and that. The room that they conferenced everyone into wasn’t quite as grand as the big hall. But there were still a lot of faces sitting around that long oval table, all looking up at the both of you. He stood at his podium and you simply held your hands together and did your best to tune in. Not just to him but to the feeling of the room.
While this venture was his- was Ellis’- and therefore the United States- they’d also made it yours. And while you weren’t supposed to speak or do anything but smile your prettiest smile and agree with whatever came out of that man’s mouth, it was very important for you to know how he was holding the attention of the room. How they felt about all of this. Sure, this wasn’t what they’d hired you for. It wasn’t something they even knew. But… eventually you’d be able to use it to your benefit. Eventually you’d be able to turn this position into more than just a woman standing at a man’s side like an ornament. And that started with you feeling out the room and figuring out exactly who was on your side and who wasn’t yet.
Talbot was talking about togetherness and unity. All buzzwords you were sure the United Nations representatives heard a lot of. Talking about his credentials. What he knew, what he was sure of. That everyone in that room wanted to protect their people. Wanted peace. In fact, the people in that room as you honed in on them were kind of… bored. This was probably a speech they’d heard a thousand times before.
It was why you had to give props to Talbot when he reclaimed their attention with a lightning strike that buzzed around the room. “I was here in 2012. When the sky tore open, and the Chitauri rained down on us. Aliens.” The feeling in the room was absolutely aglow as all eyes turned not to him, but to you. It was much easier to sync with people who were feeding into you so intensely without their knowing. Talbot continued, “Aliens were running through the streets.
And it was then that SHIELD revealed themselves and stood with the Avengers. Leading us to believe that we could put our faith in them. Which we did.” A slight wave of suspicion fell over more than a few members in the room. You tried to hold yourself steady, really wishing you’d been able to look at this speech before he started. “We stood idly by while they collected super-powered individuals- those we are lucky to now call allies- one of which I’m very lucky to have standing by my side today. But that does not erase the fact that they sought out these uniquely advantaged- enhanced people without anyone else’s knowledge.
SHIELD also garnered alien weapons, they built bases on virtually every continent. We thought SHIELD was protecting us. But in truth… they took advantage of our good faith. They still are. I know this because I’ve fought with them, long after their supposed fall. We know, in fact,” nodding to you- drawing all eyes your way, “that they’re still operating. And that they still have messes yet to be cleaned up.”
You opened your mouth- sure, your job was to sit here and let him talk shit about SHIELD. That was fine. Well. Great, even. SHIELD did terrible things that you still didn’t agree with. That you wouldn’t ever. But you couldn’t let him rope you into this. You couldn’t let him speak for you so personally.
However, you were usurped by Italy’s representative, Adamo Dioli, taking a stand, putting his hands on the table. You’d shared less than five words with him over brunch, but he seemed smart enough. “Italy takes note of your report, General.” You honed in on him, curious as to what he was trying to get at. “Now you say that you’ve seen SHIELD- that you’ve even fought against them. But… where is the proof?”
If this were any other meeting, you would have sided with Dioli immediately. You desperately wanted to know what Talbot knew about SHIELD in the aftermath. He seemed pretty sure of himself. But the mood in the room shifted before either Talbot or Dioli could start fighting with one another. The door in the corner of the room whipped open, bringing with it a storm.
Before you saw anyone- you saw a weapon- flung across the room and straight into Dioli’s chest. It was like you were looking through him. Locked on to him as he started to scream for help. Panic erupted. He reached out- and stupidly you held a hand up- just in time for him to start disintegrating into a dark pile of ash. Right in front of you. Right in front of you. Yet it seemed like a second pair of eyes was staring out from the ones falling to dark pieces- pleading- just as his entire body broke down into a heap of smolders on the floor.
Terror was a hot flash across your consciousness as heavily armed men entered the room, guns brandished. More than one person flung the accusation, “IT’S SHIELD!”
You just didn’t have enough time.
Ripping the front of your blouse open to expose the Heart Reactor on your chest, you tapped once to draw out, leading the nanobots on a clear path down your arm. And then you held up for a quick repulsor blast at one of the men that nearly knocked you off your feet without the aid of the entire suit to stabilize you. It rocked your arm up and around after. And then the gunfire started.
You swooped down into a dive to drag another representative out of the way of fire- just as another one of those weapons were tossed at one of the security guards in the room. He, too, cried out in fear and pain and then just fell apart into ash. But- focused on him- you had enough time to tap again and suit up fully. Helmet on, “LUNA I need you to figure out what those weapons are NOW.” Stressed as more than a hundred different threads of white-hot panic were raining over you.
“We’ve got no database on them, ma’am- and I’m not sure the suit will protect you- so please-”
“Don’t get hit. Got it.” Easier said than done. You were lucky enough to draw regular gunfire as you took off out of your spot with an extra boost of jets to ram the armed man closest to you into- and then through a wall. Then you rocked back with another burst to re-enter the room. Just in enough time to see the seeming man-in-charge of this operation lob one of those weapons Talbot’s way-
“LUNA lock and engage!” Holding a hand up to get a steady trajectory lock so that you could blast it out of the air. Jumped up and over the table, towards him where he was just at the exit at the back of the room. “Go. Now.” Shielding him from further fire.
The head goon jumped on the table with an almost too-on-the-nose declaration, “SHIELD is done hiding!”
Pushing another representative out of the way of a hail of bullets, taking on the damage, you then almost seriously chucked them out of the door. “Go!” Then in a clean backflip to put you right on the other end of the table, “You know, last time I heard that, it came right before someone telling me they were actually Hydra. Now you wouldn't happen to be lying would you? I’d be very disappointed.”
He smirked. “Lady Iron. Join me, won’t you? We’re allies.”
You decided to push your luck. “What level were you before SHIELD fell into the water?”
“Eight.”
“What floor number was Fury’s office actually on in the Triskellion?”
A spark of anger lit up between the two of you and he gnashed his teeth behind his closed lips. “Screw this.” Flinging his arm forward to lob one of those disintegration weapons your way. You had barely enough time to drop in a slide to your knees, pulling one leg up on the rise to gain momentum in an uppercut. He lifted off his feet but just as he came back down you kicked in his chest, sending him flying towards the back of the room.
But as you lifted again to try and gain on him, his buddies came in hot and heavy with more gunfire and you had to draw up a shield. One you rammed into despite a heavy warning flaring to life on your screen, so that you could boost into a sweeping kick to get a few more men bowled over. Keeping in with momentum after dropping your shield, you swung your elbow into the stomach of one and reached behind you to grab the shoulders of another just as he tried to reach for you, throwing him across the room. They were a small group, you could dominate them-
But in the middle of a smaller hail of bullets, LUNA put a target on your screen- one that was about a foot away from your open side- “Ma’am-!”
It was weird, to be thanking the powers that be that someone had fired a rocket launcher on you instead of one of those weird instant-killing weapons. But that’s basically what you did as you went flying out of the window, consciousness waning as your head rattled around, falling several stories into one of the back gardens in a painful heap. You were lucky, that cries of “Fall back! SHIELD fall back!” were crackling through the airwaves, making it past your ringing ears. Giving you a little permission to just… drift.
They weren’t here to kill everyone. They’d been here to make a point.
You drew up on your hands and knees, pulling the helmet off as you struggled for air, coughing up blood on your hands and knees.. Now that you weren’t in immediate danger, you felt like you were drowning in the wake of everyone else’s terror. Yet the world felt weirdly empty. Like there was a hole in your chest.
You’d been staring right at Dioli-
You’d been trying to sense him-
And he’d died right in the middle of it.
His eyes.
You couldn’t stop seeing his eyes.
When you found the strength, you put the helmet back on, and took the short way up, lifting on uneasy jet boosts back up to the room you’d been blasted out of. Empty. Everyone had fled. “LUNA, can you find some people for me...” Hopefully the entire building had been evacuated. Dizziness was looping around in a knot centered at the back of your head.
“The building is 90% empty, ma’am. We have one group huddled in the lower deck stairwell.” Taking shelter, no doubt.
So you redirected towards there and instead of using the jets to just plow down through the center, you deactivated your suit, and instead made the walk. It was almost of no surprise when you found them huddled together, Talbot in front of them, wounded, and one of the pretend-SHIELD men dead on the steps just below. He looked up at you on your approach. “Is the building secure? I lost comms.” No doubt why he was hiding. These men could have been lined up on the lawn ready to execute anyone who left the entire building for all he knew.
You gave a weary nod. “We’re clear.” Reaching your hand to offer him help up. He ignored you, maybe more of a pride thing than anything else. And you just didn’t have enough energy to care. Instead you focused your efforts on helping up the representatives that had taken shelter with him, listening to their tearful murmurs of gratitude as they went in one ear and out the other.
You and Talbot brought everyone out around back to one of the gardens, while everyone else in the building started pouring back in. Statements were being taken. People were being helped. It must have been an hour before a medteam even got to you. You were just trying to hold on. You couldn’t hear a word they were saying as they tried to push and prod you- to get you to do anything-
Talbot’s hand was on your shoulder-
But it was the rumble of the Quinjet roaring closer and then dropping to land that really stilled everyone.
Predictably, Tony was the first one out. Sense returned as his familiar waves brought you back. “Mission didn’t go well?” Trying to pretend this looked like less than it was.
“What happened?”
Talbot stood straighter, “She did her job.” As you looked up at him, you realized he was slightly banged up, arm in a sling. “Where were your people?”
Tony’s anger was easy to spot. “My people? Seems like one of them was right here. And you’re-”
“Sir.” Steve, in his full Captain America gear, was trotting up to the scene. “Let me take over.”
Talbot extended a hand. “Captain.” Attention successfully diverted. But, as Tony helped you to your feet, he redirected one last time, holding his remaining arm out. You regarded the gesture and then met his gaze. “You did good.”
“That wasn’t SHIELD.” All you could think to do in the moment.
When he realized you were ignoring him otherwise, he glowered, and let his hand drop. But, to your surprise, he agreed. “I don’t think it was, either.” It was nice to have an understanding with this man.
At least for as long as it lasted before Tony turned you away. “Let’s get you home.”
Talbot seemed like he didn’t want to let you leave. “She should see a medic.”
“We have medics in-house.” And Tony wanted you anywhere but here. Just at the landing stairs, Tony half turned. “Cap.” Calling his attention. “You staying?”
Steve nodded. “For the time being.”
With that he helped you up and into the jet where the rest of the team were still buckled in their seats. Bruce was sitting at one of the consoles. “...eventful day?” Turning as you and Tony sat down closest to him.
You tried on your best smile for him. “More than yours, it seems.”
Natasha spoke from the front seat as she ignited the engines. “Big bust in Turkmenistan. But word on the street is SHIELD just kicked in the UN’s doors and declared war. So that’s something.”
Clint flipped a few switches next to her, co-piloting. “It’s always something.”
A defeated and painful laugh escaped you. “Who are you telling?” Tony was just watching you. Clearly not in the mood for amusement. It killed yours, and you hung your head.
It was never not something, at this point.
Never.
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Part Three - Judgement
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Summary: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader -Sam’s young, powerful and comes from one of the wealthiest families in New York. When he meets an Omega bartender who’s far from what his family expects, Sam is forced to make a series of hard choices.
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, smut, knotting, breeding, dominance, ownership, angst, family drama
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“You were late today.” John quips.
Sam doesn’t look away from his computer as his father takes a seat, adjusting the lapel of his jacket.
“I wasn’t late for anything. I came in later than I normally do, but I was here for the Cavanaugh presentation.” Sam quips, finishing his email before giving his father his full attention. “Are you keeping tabs on me now?”
“Yesterday you didn’t show up for work and I find you shacked up with a woman I’ve never seen before. This morning you wander in at ten o’clock. It seems like I need to take pay attention.”
“Your concern is noted. What happened yesterday will never happen again. But while I’m working eighty hour weeks, I expect to be able to come and go on my own schedule.”
John’s eyes narrow, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together as he stares at his youngest son.
“You need to talk to your mother.”
“I thought you were going to take care of that.”
“You’re not getting off that easy. I told her you’re seeing someone. It’s up to you to break the news.” John couldn’t be more disgusted by the conversation and they both know it. He’s never had the patience for anyone or anything that disappoints him.
“Fine. I’ll talk to her on Friday, at dinner.”
“I think you should break the news before then. And you better bring the girl.”
“You think that’s a good idea?” Sam cocks an eyebrow.
“Of course not, but she’s important to you if you claimed her and your mother will want her there. That’s a huge commitment, Sam. Being a mate is a shit ton of responsibility that begins and ends with your family.”
“I get it.” Sam’s done with the conversation but John is far from it.
“Do you? Tell me you understand why I’m upset, Sam. I need to know that you get it.”
“I don’t.” Sam shakes his head. “Maybe if I had a history of reckless choices I’d understand your concern but I’ve always pulled my weight when it comes to the business. I missed the meeting yesterday and I get that can’t happen again and it won’t. But my whole life just changed, I think I’m entitled to a mistake.”
“Is there anything else I should know?” John pulls his glasses from his pocket. “If this girl is going to come back and bite the family in the ass, you better tell me now.”
“No.” Sam quips.
In truth, he has no idea. You could have a closet full of dirty secrets and scandals that he doesn’t know about. But he’s not able to tell his father that. Besides, he’s loyal. Even if there was something, he wouldn’t throw you to the wolves.
“I sure as hell hope not.” His father grunts, pulling twin folders from his briefcase and throwing them onto Sam’s desk.
“What is this?” Sam cocks an eyebrow.
“What I came to talk to you about.” John stares a hole into Sam before a smile breaks out over his face. His gruff, satisfied laugh laughing filling the room. “I can’t believe I’m saying this. We got final approval this morning.”
“You’re kidding me…” Sam trails off, everything else fading away. “They said FDA approval would take two years at the soonest.”
“I greased a few palms and Caleb worked his magic. As of this morning, we’re officially ready for market.” John laughs again, slapping a palm on the arm of the chair. “Not only are we about to make history but we’re gonna make more money than God himself. This is a game changer, Sam. It’s why I need to make sure you’ve got your head on straight, that you’re all in. This train is going to start moving and things will happen fast. I need you sharp. I can’t do this without you.”
“I’m here and I’m ready.” Sam nods.
“I’m glad to hear it.” John’s stare lingers for a few seconds before he gets up to leave. “Your mother is meeting me this afternoon. She’s coming here before we head to dinner with the Takahashi’s. I’ll send her your way before we leave. You need to tell her Sam. Today.”
“I know.” The younger Alpha nods. “I will.”
—
There’s a soft knock and Sam looks up as his mother slips through the door, carefully shutting it behind her. He abruptly ends his conference call and she’s apologizing before the line is dead.
“Your father said you wanted to talk to me. I wasn’t trying to interrupt. You didn’t have to end that call for me.” She smiles as Sam approaches her, hugging her before pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“You’re always more important than work.” He waves his hand in her direction. “Do you want anything? I can have Amelia bring us coffee-”
“No.” She sighs, squeezing his arm. “I’m just stopping by. I heard you have some news to tell me.”
She looks excited and Sam feels sick. John must not have indicated how unhappy he was with his choice. He’s left the hard sell to Sam. She takes a seat on the small sofa across from his desk and he moves, sits beside her.
“He told you I was seeing someone?” He clarifies.
“Yup.” She quips, still grinning. “But he wouldn’t tell me any details. I don’t want to be that mom, but you know I wanted to call you as soon as he said anything.”
“I know.” Sam smiles tightly.
“What’s wrong? Is it someone I know?” Her good mood is fading quickly once she senses his apprehension. “It’s not your secretary is it? I see the way she looks at you-”
“No, definitely not.” Sam pauses. “I just, I don’t want you to be upset with me. We’ve worked so hard to have this relationship and it would hurt me to know that you’re disappointed in my choice.”
“Disappointed?” She repeats, her eyes narrowing. He can see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure out where this is headed. “I’m never disappointed in you.”
“I don’t know about that.” Sam snorts and instantly regrets the comment.
“You’re starting to make me nervous.” Her mouth pinches together in concern.
“Mom, I know you have this idea of who you want me to be with. The kind of person you think is a good match, but that’s really not what I want.” He needs to just say it, but this is harder than he thought it would be.
“Well, Lord knows you have no interest in any of the women I’ve set you up with.” She sits back. “Why are you making such a big deal out of this? You think I care that much about who you’re dating, enough that it would affect our relationship?”
“I know you, you don’t like unconventional.”
“Sam,” Mary whispers, taking his large hand between her own. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re…gay? Because I don’t care about-”
“What?” He’s taken off guard. “No. No, I’m not gay. I met a woman and things have moved fast. I don’t want to get into the gritty details right now but I-I claimed her. And despite how it might seem I feel that she’s the person I’m meant to be with.”
“Oh.” She takes a breath, stoic and staring at him as if she’s not heard correctly. Her hands pull back into her own lap.“Where did you meet her?”
“I was out with some of the guys and we ran into each other. She was working actually.”
This is the part that eats Sam up from the inside. If he’s honest, there’s a part of him that hates his hesitation to say who you are. What you are. A job doesn’t define a person, nor does social standing or lineage. But his parents missed that memo.
“Working?” She chokes. “Oh my God, this is your brother all over again.”
“No mom, she’s not a stripper.” Sam resists the urge to roll his eyes. “She works in bar-”
“Thank God there’s a distinction.” She spits back.
“Don’t be like that.” Sam snips, instantly angered by her response. Disappointment he can understand, but her irritation is a whole other beast. He won’t tolerate it, not from her. He’s forgiven a lot when it comes to his mother, he gave her a chance back when his father and brother refused to speak to her.
“Well, I’m not sure what you want me to say.” She grits out. “I think we should talk about this later after I’ve had time to digest the news. I don’t want to say anything I might regret.”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
—
“What are we celebrating?” You inquire, slipping on to the couch beside Sam.
He’s popped a bottle of champaign, leaning over the coffee table to pour you both a glass.
“We’re celebrating the next chapter in my life - our life.” Grinning, he hands you a glass clinking his to yours before taking a sip. “First I found you and now we have FDA approval. This drug is going to be huge.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that you’re happy. But can you tell what I’m happy about?” You laugh, energized by how thrilled he is.
“Sorry,” Sam grins. Leaning forward he kisses you quickly, then a second time as if he needs another taste. Then he tips back his glass, gulping down the champagne.
Sam looks utterly alive as if every part of him is vibrating with excitement.
“Gilead has this world-renowned research and development team. For a decade my father has been recruiting people, the top scientists, and thinkers from around the world. Poaching people from other companies. One of the reasons Gilead has been so successful is our commitment to pushing boundaries, thinking outside the box and being willing to fund projects that some predict are likely to fail. It’s all about the possibility.”
His face lights up as he talks, becoming more animated as his hands grab the flesh just above your knee, squeezing in excitement and leaving his palm there. If you’ve learned one thing about him, it’s that he prefers to always be touching you. The physical contact anchors the two of you together.
“Ten years ago R&D came to my dad and pitched a simple idea. A cure for heat sickness. One percent of the world’s population are Omegas who have unsatisfied heat and we wanted to target that group and find a treatment.”
Truth be told he doesn’t need to explain it. Unsatisfied heat is a condition that terrifies you.
Some Omegas have a heat that grows more severe over time. Often it’s made worse once they’re claimed. The basic idea is their body wants a child, it’s the biological reason for the pairing. It harkens back to a time, thousands of years ago when human biology evolved to combat a dying population. Alpha was the first to emerge of the evolutionary chain and Omega followed with one purpose: to breed. It’s a basic instinctual need that still exists but it’s been dulled over time.
A few hundred years ago Sam would have claimed you and you would have given him as many children as your body could manage. Reproduction was imperative and the preternatural pull was insatiable. Women bore child after child until they became too old to become pregnant or died during childbirth It wasn’t uncommon for women to bear children until it took their life.
And when Omegas aged out of the childbearing years they were replaced by someone younger who was still fertile. It was commonplace for an Alpha to have four or five mates over his lifetime. Foregoing one for the next, leaving behind each Omega to suffer a lonely existence.
It was during these times that unsatisfied heats first showed up.
The more common situation is an Omega being forced to become pregnant to satiate her heat. Being fucked and knotted doesn’t do the trick. In these cases, the body needs a full womb to equalize and the woman’s body turns on herself until it’s given what it wants. It’s one of two options, have child after child or suffer through spine curling heats that often last for weeks a time.
The second and the rarer scenario is when an Omega is unable to be satisfied. Despite claiming, mating and pregnancy their heats grow more and more intense. To date there is no treatment, the condition is terminal but often makes the Omegas suffer for years before finally taking their life.
One percent of the population means it affects roughly seventy million people.
“And you found a cure?” You ask and Sam smiles, pink lips pulling back over white teeth.
“Three years ago we went into clinical trials and the results were incredible. Phase one had a ninety-two percent success rate. I’m talking about no pain, no heat. No symptoms at all. It only got better from there. We were told FDA approval would take years. It’s only been eight months.” He laughs, clearly over the moon at this news.
“You’re going to help so many people.” You beam, proud of this man who’s waltzed into your life. He just keeps getting better and better. “I mean it, that’s amazing. It’s going to change people’s lives.”
“Yeah.” His smile fades as he focuses on you.
All day people have responded to the news with comments about how much money this drug will make and what it will do the company’s stock prices, not to mention future applications. But here you are, talking about the people it will impact.
“What?” You ask, afraid you’ve said something wrong.
“Nothing.” He cups your jaw, running his thumb back and forth across your cheek. “I just like you so much.”
–
Sam’s insistent two of you continue learning about each other. Whether it’s an in-depth conversation or eating you out on the floor of his apartment, Sam’s need to know you is insatiable. His fingers curl into the clammy flesh at the back of your knees, forcing your legs wider.
“Right there.” You moan, butterflying your knees outward as Sam’s tongue works in deft strokes over your clit. You’re spread out on his living room floor, naked, sweating and hovering on the cusp of an orgasm for nearly an hour.
“Wanna fuck you Omega, but you taste too good.” He mumbles against your pussy, taking a moment to lick into your cunt, pressing his tongue inside to get a taste before moving back to your clit.
“You’re gonna make me cum.” You moan, sucking in a breath and tuning your head to the side as you close your eyes in concentration.
“Tell me when.” His tongue slides firm, back and forth, working your bud until the building pleasure encroached on too much.
“Now, Sam.” Warning him you’re momentarily shocked when he pulls his head from between your legs.
Sam moves fast, over your body and pushing his cock into you with breathtaking speed. He thrusts in to the root with one sudden shove of hips. His pelvis rocks into your clit and you cum, crying out, clawing at his neck and back as he holds himself deep.
He feels delirious like he’s in the midst of some feverish dream as he watches you under him, struggling to breathe, your tight little pussy squeezing him again and again. Your back arches as you gasp and go limp, like you’re dying before he brings you back to life.
“Love watching you cum.” He grunts, smiling against your throat, before scraping his teeth over the hollow of your neck. “So fucking beautiful taking my cock Omega. I can feel you, sucking me inside you.”
“Oh God,” Choking, you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your cunt continue to pulse around his thick shaft. The weight of his large frame on top of you coupled with the sensation of being filled to the brim is incredible. If feels like this is where you’re meant to be.
Sam’s never been in love. He’s never even been close before. But as he lifts his heads to watch you silently gasp and twitch as your orgasm fades, he can imagine what it’s like. He can understand the wanting someone completely, body and soul.
“That feel good?” He grins, watching as your eyes flutter open.
“Amazing,” you sigh, smiling lazily and looking up at him. Bringing a hand to his face you bite your lip as you try to catch your breath. “It feels better when you’re inside me when I cum.”
“Better than my fingers?” He clarifies.
Sam’s in the process of the methodical exploration of your perfect orgasm and you think he might just have found it.
“Way better.” Arching up you kiss him. “It feels best when you’re like this.”
“Noted.” He quips, his mouth breaking free to watch your reaction as he rocks his hips, sliding out before slowly easing back inside. “Too much?”
“No,” You sigh, hitching your legs wider. “Just a little sensitive. Be gentle with me.”
“Of course.” Sam nuzzles under your jaw, dragging his nose across your skin as he breathes you in.
He fucks you slow and deep, with long, steady thrusts that make your eyes roll back into your skull. He watches you intently, mesmerized by the way you whimper, clutching at his shoulders, hanging on to him with the desperation of a drowning woman.
“Can you cum again?” He speeds up, just enough to ease the ache of his cock, sliding base to tip with every thrust.
“I don’t know. But it feels so good I don’t care.”
Sam places one hand on either side of your head, holding his weight and pumping faster. The wet smack of your bodies coming together echoing off the walls and becoming his sole focus. That sounds gets faster and louder until he feels his knot swelling.
“Fuck.” Groaning in pleasure, he pops inside you, emptying thick ropes of cum into your belly as you take his knot. He’s not sure he’s ever going to get used to the feeling of knotting you bare, cumming inside you as nature intended. It feels unbelievable every time.
—
You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s too early for any sane person to start the day, You’ve bartended for your entire adult life so the night owl lifestyle comes as a default. Truth be told you’ve always preferred to sleep until noon and start the day at a slow pace.
Sam is the polar opposite.
“Good morning.” His sleep drunk voice is deep and warm at the shell of your ear as you lay face down in the feather pillow.
“Hmmff.” Grunting, you burrow deeper, stretching out under the covers.
“Are you going to join me this morning?” You feel the smile on his lips as he kisses your shoulder.
He’s been trying to get you to go running with him for the last three mornings. You’ve declined. Not that you don’t exercise. You love to work up a good sweat, you even jog on occasion, but not at 4:45 am.
“It’s too early.” You groan.
“Come on.” You feel the bed dip as he straddles your legs. Pulling down the blanket his lips trailing down your naked spine. “It’s hard the first few times but it’s worth it. If you get out of bed right now we can have a great view as the sun comes up.”
“If you’re trying to motivate me you’re headed down the wrong path.The idea of watching the sunrise makes me nauseous.” Voice muffled by the pillow you make no move.
“Okay, how about this. If you come with me today, I’ll stay in bed with you tomorrow and wake you up more enjoyably.”
Maybe it’s the promise of morning sex or just the playful tone of his offer but you crack on eye open.
“Even if I wanted to, which I do not, I don’t have anything to wear.” It’s the same excuse you’ve used all week but this time he’s ready.
“On the contrary. I took the liberty of having a few items delivered. Not only do you have something to wear, but you’ve also got options.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I want you to be healthy and live a very long life so I can enjoy you as long as possible. Purely selfish reasons.”
Ten minutes later you’re still half asleep, leaning into Sam’s side as the elevator descends to the ground floor. He chuckles tucking an arm around your side and squeezing you against him.
“It’s freezing out there.” Your protesting hasn’t ended, even as he takes your hand and pulls you toward the front doors of the building.
“You’ll warm up in two minutes. Come on, if we leave now we can be back in time for a nice long shower before I have to leave…”
“Promises, promises.” You laugh as you follow him out into the cold.
–
You walk through the front door of Mick’s just after lunch. You need to beg forgiveness from your manager Joey. He sees you coming across the room and waves the hand towel he’s holding in your direction.
“I don’t wanna hear it.” He warns.
“Please, just let me explain.” Begging you take a seat on the stool across from him.
“Explain what? That you left to fuck some dude and left Jesse alone in the middle of a shift? I don’t hear from you for almost a week…”
“Well,” You shrug, unable to argue with the facts. “Yeah, but things were crazy and I…I - I’m sorry. It won’t ever happen again.”
“I can’t chance it.” Joey stops what he’s doing and gives you his full attention.
“Come on, I never even call in sick.” You counter.
“Maybe not sick but I already gotta give you time off every month for your..Omega stuff. I should have known better. I thought you’d work out but I set you up for failure, that’s my fault.”
“Are you kidding me?” Eyes narrowing you study him, trying to suss out if he’s joking. You’ve known him nearly two years and you’ve never even suspected that he might be prejudiced.
“Look, I’m sorry.” He sighs, distinctly uncomfortable. He’s hoping you’ll walk away or storm out but you’re not going to make this easy for him.
“I know I did a shitty thing leaving like that. But trust me, it will never happen again. I swear. Look-” You push your hair back and pull at the neckline of your t-shirt. “I’m not even on the market anymore.”
He eyes Sam’s bite and takes a moment before rolling his eyes in frustration.
“A claimed Omega doesn’t do me any good. I’m just gonna be honest here. The reason I hired you is that you’re super hot and single. You’re a draw, guys come back every weekend to try and get a piece. But what am I supposed to do with you now?”
“Wow.” You murmur, trying to comprehend what he’s telling you. Feeling a blush rising in your cheeks you try to maintain your composure. There’s a sickening culmination of anger and embarrassment threatening to overtake you.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’re making me feel like an asshole.” He grumbles.
“Maybe because you are.” You spit back.
“Hey, watch your mouth.” Joey has always had a quick temper and he doesn’t like to put in his place. “Because I’m a nice guy and I don’t want you out on the street I’ll see what I can do. Maybe we can get you on the afternoon shift.”
“You want me serving burgers to salesmen? No way, the tips aren’t worth leaving the house.”
“Fine, have it your way. You’re fired.”
–
Sam left you a key.
Just like that he trusts you enough to leave a key in a white envelope on his kitchen counter with your name scrawled across the paper. There was a note in his block letter writing - You can come and go as you please.
Unable to control the idiotic smile on your face you slipped the shiny silver key onto your ring. It’s been burning a hole in your pocket all day, just resting there, like an unspoken invitation to his life. There wasn’t a conversation or a massive gesture of commitment. It’s more than that, it’s the way he’s approached his entire short-lived relationship with you.
You’re here to stay and that’s just the way things are now.
Sam’s apartment is massive and modern. You’ve seen the plenty of the master bedroom but you explore the rest of his home, finding an office filled with books and two oversized leather chairs. The shelves are filled with volumes of boring books on business and leadership. But the opposing wall is all fiction. Everything from Tolkien to Jane Austen. You smile pulling the first edition of Mansfield Park, delicately opening the pages.
Across the hall, there’s a small guest room with a neatly made bed and en-suite bath. Off the kitchen, you find a laundry room and a fully stocked pantry. The kitchen and living area are one massive space, open and tall with vaulted ceilings. The far wall of the living room is one giant window, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, looking out over the city.
You don’t even want to guess what he pays for a place like this.
You hear a key in the door and glance at the clock. It’s not even three and Sam shouldn’t be home yet. You’re watching from beside the refrigerator as an older woman lets herself in, dropping her bags to the floor.
“Hello.” You greet tentatively and in turn scare the living daylights of her.
“Oh, Lord!” She shrieks, placing a hand over her heart.
“Sorry!” You put your hands up. “I’m so sorry. I was trying to not to scare you.”
“It’s okay.” She takes a heavy breath, sucking in through her nose. “I’ve been a little jumpy lately.”
“Do you mind if I ask…who are you?” You take a step closer, sock feet sliding across the hardwood of the kitchen floor.
Her expression sours at your question.
“Who are you?” She returns.
“I’m-” That’s a good question. “I’m Sam’s…Omega.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen, looking at you with a newfound curiosity. She looks you over from head to toe, offering a final nod of apparent approval. “I didn’t know he’d taken a mate. About time.”
“I’m Y/N.” You continue hoping to get more information about this stranger.
“Gail.” She offers her hand and you shake it. “I’m the housekeeper.”
“I didn’t know he had a housekeeper.” You admit as she moves to the sink, already focused on the job at hand.
“I didn’t know he had an Omega.” She shrugs, rinses glasses and loading them into the dishwasher. “We’re both learning new things today.”
You’re a bit taken aback by her attitude, unsure if you’ve done something to offend her.
“I come on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.” She looks up, “I clean and do the laundry. You can leave your clothes in the hamper, or on the floor, but if you want anything dry cleaned, make sure you lay it out in a separate pile. I prefer to do my work and leave. Mr. Winchester likes discretion and I do my best to keep my nose out of his business. That includes friendly conversation. The less I know about you, the better. It’s not personal.”
“Uh, okay.” You nod, slinking away from her.
You try to ignore her presence, but having someone scrubbing the shower and cleaning the toilets while you lay around doesn’t feel right, so you grab your jacket and spend an hour at the coffee shop down the street contemplating how strange life keeps getting.
–
“You look beautiful.” Sam squeezes your hand as the elevator rises. John and Mary Winchester live on the top three floors of the massive Lebanon building. You Googled it this morning, wanting to get an idea of what you’d be walking into and were flabbergasted by the size and opulence of their home. From the rooftop swimming pool to the custom marble floors it’s clear you’re walking into a life that you know nothing about.
You knew they were rich, but John’s net worth printed in bold letters next to his name gave you a stomach ache.
Sam bought the dress you’re wearing. You’d protested when he handed you the box but he scoffed rebutting your apprehension by telling you he saw it in the window and thought of you. You suspect it has more to with the matching lingerie underneath but you couldn’t turn down his generosity. Not to mention the way he looked at you when you emerged from the bedroom, eyeing you from head to toes with a stare that made your belly tight.
“We need to get this over with so I can get you home.” He purred, kissing you in the back seat of his car. You glanced up to see if the driver was watching the two of you make out like kids, but only found two eyes plastered to the road. Sam’s mouth caught yours again, kissing you slow and deep, letting his tongue venture over yours as his hand slid between your thighs. “Wanna fuck you in this dress.”
He warned you this wouldn’t be typical Friday night dinner. It’s part of their yearly employee appreciation initiative. And tonight several members of the board and each of Sam, John and Dean’s assistants will be in attendance.
A woman, evidently staff, answers the door. Sam hands her his coat, then helps you off with yours. Once you’re alone he embraces you, slipping both arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest. Placing both hands on his biceps you stare into his bright, shining eyes, breathing the smell of his cologne and unmistakable scent of his Alpha.
“My family can be…different. I want you to know how much I want you here tonight. You’re a big part of my life now and-”
“Sam!”
You turn to see a blonde woman striding in your direction with a painfully tight smile plastered to her face.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” She slinks closer and Sam relinquishes his hold on you, keeping one hand around your waist.
“Mom, this is Y/N.” He gestures toward you. “This is my mother.”
“Hello.” She extends her hand and you take it. “I’m Mary.”
“Hi, Y/N. Thank you for having me. Your home is beautiful.”
She stares at you for a moment, nostrils flaring as she blinks in rapid succession.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Tipping her head, Mary looks you over one last time before turning back to Sam.
“She’s gorgeous.” She quips, turning on her heels before he has a chance to respond. “We’re having cocktails in your father’s study. Please join us when you’re ready.”
You watch her leave, not quite sure of what to make of the interaction. She’s less brash than Sam’s father but something is simmering under the surface that you can’t quite put your finger on.
Sam takes your hand as he leads you through the long hall before he opens the doors into a two-story office. It’s like something out of a fairy tale, books floor to ceiling surrounded by hardwood and leather.
“Sam!” You look up to see a pretty brunette in a cherry red dress walking toward you. She’s carrying a glass of champagne and it sloshes over the edge. Her eyes stutter between the two of you as she gets closer. Her eyes fall to where he’s holding your hand. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.” Sam grins, letting you go as he places a hand at the small of your back. “Amelia, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Amelia, she’s my assistant. She keeps my working life in order. I’d be a mess without her.”
“Hi.” You extend a hand and she pauses for a split second before taking it.
“Nice to meet you.” She smiles. Her disappointment is palpable as she looks between you and Sam before asking what she wants to know. “She’s your…friend?”
“She’s my Omega,” Sam confirms without skipping a beat.
You squirm as the color drains from her face. It was apparently the last answer she expected to hear.
“Oh wow, I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” She recovers quickly, unable to look at you directly.
–
At dinner, you’re seated next to Sam and directly across from John’s assistant Rowena. You’ve caught her staring multiple times now but she’s doesn’t seem intimidated, refusing to look away. She’s studying you and you don’t think you want to know why.
To Rowena’s right is Amelia and on her left is Lisa, Dean’s secretary. It’s interesting, three powerful men with beautiful women working for them. It all feels very old-school. You try to listen to the conversation happening at the end of the table here John and Mary are chatting with Dean about an upcoming project.
“So, Y/N.” Lisa smiles, sweet as sugar. “We’re all so surprised to find out about you and Sam. I’m dying to know more about you. Where did you go to school?”
Sam’s hand finds you under the table, offering a squeeze.
“Um,” You pause setting down your wine glass. “Hillhouse. In New Haven.”
“I don’t think I’ve heard of it…” She makes a production of thinking about your answer, mushing her lips together. “Oh honey, I didn’t mean high school. Sorry, I should have clarified. Where did you go to college?”
You try to control your expression, holding your jaw stiff, willing yourself not to give away any reaction.
“I didn’t. I started working right out of high school.” You answer honestly, suddenly aware that you have the attention of the entire table. Sam shifts beside you, this time he places his hand over yours where it rests on the table.
“Oh,” Amelia chimes in. “Nothing wrong with that. So Sam, why you don’t tell us how the two of you met.”
John clears this throat from the head the table, but Sam doesn’t react.
“I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Your Alpha responds, taking a sip of his whiskey.
“How romantic.” Amelia grins, her eyes betraying her. “I think I heard Mary saying you were working? What is that you do?”
You have a sneaking suspicion that she knows full well what you do. These questions are designed to be a deliberate public humiliation.
“I was a bartender.” You quip, not wasting any time. You’ve never felt ashamed of what you do or who you are until now. There’s a heat rising in your cheek and a sick feeling in your belly.
“Was?” Mary inquires. Every head at the table looks from her to you. Shit.
“She’s making a change.” Sam intercedes.
“Better be careful.” Lisa leans forward. “You don’t want to wait too long. I hear entry-level jobs are in high demand.”
Amelia snickers along with Lisa who looks pleased with herself.
“That’s good advice.” You respond calmly.
“I’m sure my son will take good care of you,” John speaks for the first time, his eyes burning with a quiet disdain that settles at your gut. “Why go back to work at all?”
“She doesn’t have to.” Sam’s answer to quick and deliberate. He’s making a point. You’re none of his father’s concern and he doesn’t like that the old man has an opinion about his personal life. “There’s no reason for her to work unless she wants to.”
“Okay.” You try to redirect the conversation. “Do we want to spend all night talking about my career choices? I’d like to know more about what you do-”
“Well, I just want to say that I’m happy for you. Both of you.” Amelia tips her glass towards Sam before staring daggers at you. “It’s a fairy tale ending isn’t it?”
“I’d say.” Lisa joins. “A rags to riches sort of romance. It reminds me of that movie…you know the one with Julia Roberts.”
“Pretty Woman,” Amelia confirms, giggling. “Now that you mention it, I can see that.”
You want to crawl under the table.
Sam has no idea how to handle this. He’s an expert at dealing with his father, but he’s not sure how to navigate this social disaster happening right in front of him.
“Except she’s not a prostitute,” Rowena speaks up.
“Oh my God.” Lisa sputters, putting a hand over her heart as if she’s offended. “I never meant to imply that she was-”
“Oh, didn’t you?” Rowena looks at you with her unwavering stare.
“Will you please excuse me.” You force a smile, pushing your chair back from the table.
–
The moment the door to the bathroom shuts you lose all control of your emotions. You’ve never felt so embarrassed in all your life, but the worst of it is that you’re ashamed for who you are. No one, save for your parents, has ever made you feel like trash.
You want to be angry, but the truth is that you’re hurt. Utterly gutted. The tears sting your eyes before falling over your cheeks. A sob escapes your throat and you cover your mouth afraid that someone will hear you weeping in the bathroom like the weak person they assume you are.
There’s a knock at the door and you freeze, unable to speak without betraying your breakdown. There’s the shuffle of feet and a second rap.
“Let me in.” Sam’s voice instructs, twisting the handle only to find it locked. “Unlock the door.”
Pausing, you wipe futilely at wet cheeks and flip the lock.
When he pushes the door open the sight of you sends Sam’s heart to his stomach. You’re crying, red eyes leaking fat tears. You’ve got a hand over your stomach, trying to anchor yourself. At the sight of him, you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the cry that escapes.
“I’m sorry. I just needed a minute.” Whispering and broken, you turn away from him.
“Come here.” Sam takes you by the arm, refusing to let go when you tug away. “I’m so sorry, baby. I had no idea it was going to be this bad.”
“I can’t go back out there.”
“You don’t have to. We’ll go home, right now.”
“I don’t think I could stand it.” You don’t mean for your voice to crack. You’ve held it together for this long, but Sam naturally disarms you. You turn away from him, covering your mouth as tears slide down your cheeks.
“Hey, hey, hey.” He mutters, turning you back to him.
Sam pulls you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your small frame and holding you tight as you cry into this chest. He’s pissed. You’re the one person he wants to protect at all costs, the last thing he wants is for you to be hurt. But anger isn’t what you need right now. The feeling of you shaking in his arm breaks his heart. You’d been nothing but gracious, biting your tongue as the entire evening became about backhanded comments.
“They’re just so…mean. Why? If being with you means I have to endure that once a week I don’t think I can.” You look up at him with such earnestly tears streaming down your face. Sam feels like he might throw up.
“I’m so sorry.” he pleads, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. “I’ll never put you through this again. My family, those people, they’re not important. You’re what I care about. Please don’t cry.”
Sam swallows your cries, his mouth covering your again and again until your body begins to overrule you mind, flipping switches as the Omega in you respond to his Alpha. His hands grip your hips, pulling you against him. A final tear falls down your cheek as his tongue snakes into your mouth, curling and tasting, muting any unwanted feelings.
His knees bend and you feel his hand snake under your dress and between your thighs. You part your legs for him out of pure instinct, hitching wide to give him all the access he wants. He grunts softly into your mouth as his long finger swipe over your sex, feeling the sticky lace that’s the only barrier between him and your pussy.
“You’re wet.” He murmurs, his mouth sucking at the skin just under your jaw. The truth is you’ve been wet since he claimed you.
“Take me home.” You whimper, your head falling all the way back as his mouth sends shivers down your spine.
“I want you right here.” Both his hands are under your dress, pulling your panties down far enough to give him what he wants, leaving them around your thighs. “Right now.”
“Someone is gonna hear us.” You pant.
He pulls back, turning you around and bending you forward over the edge of the sink.
“Good.” He grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to look into the mirror. He stares at your reflection and you meet his gaze.. Your eyes might be a little red but no one would ever know you were crying only moments ago. Your pupils are blown wide with lust, cheeks flush as your mouth hangs open. “Look at you, so fucking beautiful. You’re better than all of them put together and you’re mine.”
Sam’s meets your eyes, locking in a dead stare. He lets go of your hair and places both your hands on the counter, giving them a squeeze, his silent instruction to stay where he puts you. Reaching around he pulls down the neckline of your dress and the cups of your bra so that both your breasts are partially exposed, nipples puffy and hard as his licks his lips.
He pulls your hips back as you stick out your backside. He doesn’t have to tell you what comes next, you already know. You watch each other in the mirror, his eyes never leaving yours as he unbuckles his belt and unzips himself. You’re mesmerized, watching his eyelids fight the urge to close as he presses the swollen head of his cock against your pussy.
“Don’t close your eyes.” He commands, examining your expression as he slides inside. His cock stretches you wide, finding a familiar home deep in your aching channel until his balls rock forward and you feel every inch of his length. “So fucking tight every time.”
He pulls out all the way, leaving you trembling and empty but only for a moment before thrusting back in and burying himself to the root. You cry out, instantly horrified that the entire dinner table can hear you but Sam doesn’t seem the least bit phased.
“Tell me what I feel like inside you.” He grits, one hand reaching around to squeeze your breasts. His hips find a slow rhythm, fucking you deep and steady like he’s got all the time in the world.
You refocus on his eyes in the mirror, watching him watch you as you whimper and twist in pleasure, moaning like a whore.
“You feel big…and deep.” Sucking in a breath you watch as he fucks you from behind. “Sometimes I think you’re going to split me in two.”
Sam groans, fucking a little faster, seemingly pleased with your response.
“I can’t believe I can take all of you inside me, your cock’s so big.” He rewards your confession by grinding deep and holding himself there with the head of his shaft pressed against your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your skull, back arching as you fight to keep breathing. “Fuck Sam, Oh God. It’s too much.”
He doesn’t pull back, just lowers his head to your ear, whispering like he doesn’t want anyone to hear. Like you aren’t alone, locked in a bathroom together. “Have you ever been fucked this deep before Omega?”
“No.” You cry out, trying to move but you can’t. You’re trapped between his massive frame and the marble countertop.
“No what?” His hand in back in your hair, pulling your head back. His cock is unrelenting, your pussy stuffed to the brim as you tighten around him.
“No, Alpha.” Your eyes snap open, taking in the obscene sight of your bare tits arching forward as you squirm on his dick.
“And you’re mine, aren’t you?” He grits at the shell of your ear, still not moving, refusing to give you any relief. “Tell me.”
“Yes.” You hiss as it becomes a long, drawn out moan. “I’m yours. I belong to you, Alpha. Fuck, please just fuck me. It’s too deep like this, I can’t…”
“Can’t what?” He teases, easing out just an inch before pressing right back in to the hilt.
“I can’t take it.” Crying you twist against him, the width of his shaft pulling inside you. It hurts, but it’s a kind of pain that makes you want more. The idea that his cock is this deep and the feeling of him tapping your womb makes you gush around his cock. He really doesn’t need to do anything else, this is enough to send you over the edge. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Like this?” He asks, his tone evening out. He’s not teasing anymore, he’s genuinely in awe of how your body responds to him. Just like everything, he’ll store this information away for later. “You’re gonna come from taking my cock this deep?”
“Ahuh.” You nod, barely able to speak. Maybe it’s the sight of your breasts heaving with every breath or how strung out you look, desperate and writhing on his cock. Maybe he’s the sight of him taking you from behind, how big and dominate he looks standing there. But there’s a swell of carnal pleasure that’s building fast, as you pathetically try to move your hips.
Sam watches in near disbelief, your tight little pussy squeezing and sucking him. He’s not even fucking you, just pinning you against the bathroom counter buried balls deep in your cunt, unmoving and hard as steel as you have, what looks like, an earth-shattering orgasm. He can see the build-up, his beautiful Omega heaving, breathing faster and faster, pussy getting tighter and tighter and then your mouth falls open and your eyes clench shut and you’re cumming around him like he’s just sucked your clit.
“Don’t move.” You gasp, clutching his length inside you, milking his cock.
“You alright?” He whispers, leaning down to press his face against your cheek, still watching. You pant fast trying to catch your breath, hanging on to the counter as if your life depends on it.
“Yes.” Sucking in a breath you keep your eyes shut, still riding out your orgasm. Whatever this is, it’s making you painfully sensitive, your body reacting like it did the first night you were together like you haven’t reached your final plateau and the pleasure is still building.
He shifts behind you, inadvertently pulling out, just an inch, just enough that you feel the drag of his cock but it’s too much and you find yourself plunged into another orgasm, stronger than the first. There are no words, instead, you make a desperate noise, crying out and reaching behind you, trying to hang on to your Alpha as your whole body tightens.
Sam doesn’t wait this time, instead, he fucks you through it, thrusting in and out, pumping with long thrusts while your pussy contracts around him. It doesn’t take long, he comes like a kid on prom night. He barely manages to avoid knotting you in his parents’ bathroom, somehow finding the self-restraint to hold back.
You’re both out of breath, shaking and trembling. The swollen head of his cock is still in your cunt and his seed running down your thighs when there’s a knock at the door.
The handle begins to turn and Sam reaches out to grab it as you stare at each other in the mirror.
“Everything alright in there?”
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It’s show and tell time!
This spiel is courtesy of @thewriteblrarchives and their NaNoWriMo Support Group. Let’s talk my process and my NaNo project for this November. It’s really long, so I’ve put it under the tab; enjoy!
Questions for you:
How long have you been writing?
I’ve been writing for as I can remember, honestly. I used to write little stories and poems long before I entered kindergarten. By the time I was in late elementary school, I was consistently planning more coherent stories. I never finished one of them, though.
When you start a project, how do you start? With character, setting, plot, aesthetic, something else?
So inspiration usually hits me like trucks hitting anime protagonists. Sometimes the foundations of a character I find interesting will inspire me, other times it’s a setting. There’s been at least one time that I’ve seen a trope I really liked an off-shoot of that I wanted a full story about (i.e. found family where they’re actually friends and don’t act like they secretly hate each other).
What’s your favourite part of the writing process?
World building is hands down my favorite part of the writing process. I have way more worlds than I have stories for. Normally, I’ll only have vague concepts for characters and a plot until I have a solid world I can play around in, so world building is also one of the longest parts of my process, too.
What genres do you write?
I write a lot of fantasy. Like a lot, a lot of fantasy. Realistically, it’s usually leaning more into science fantasy, but it’s still always very definitively a fantasy world. Everything I write usually has some LGBT+ , aspects of adventure, and potential romantic subplots.
Where’s the strangest place you’ve ever written?
I think it’s personally stranger when I write in a normal place like a cafe, library, or on a desk. I tend to write on the go -- in cars and buses -- and I was scribbling stories throughout my classes and college prep program.
Questions for NaNo:
Have you participated in NaNo or camp NaNo before?
I almost participated in NaNo eons ago, but I chickened out on October 31st. Ever since then I’ve always considered it and just never went through with NaNo or any Camp NaNos.
What made you decide to join up?
So I’m kinda always thinking about joining NaNo and chicken out at the last minute.I’m an expert at making excuses for myself where creative writing is involved! But a little before I finally decided to join I saw this Preptober video by Alexa Donne on YouTube. I had been watching writing tips for a few days because I was distressed about how little I’d been writing recently. Seeing that really just made me decide that there’s no time like the present; even if it’s horrible, I love writing and I just gotta do it.
What are you most excited about/looking forward to?
I’m really, really excited about where this story’s going (in part because even I don’t really know yet). I’ve fallen in love with these characters and there are so many routes their arcs could go. I’m still nailing down an embodiment of an antagonistic force, though, so that’s something I’m looking forward to coming together.
Anything you’re a bit nervous about?
Writing in general, haha! I’ve never successfully written a full-length manuscript before and I’m trying to just go in order for NaNo so I get the experience of it. I just finished the first chapter and cried because I felt so relieved. My favorite part of the novel to write is the middle, but I need a lot of improvement and motivation for the beginning and ending; I’m glad to have the first chapter weight finally off my shoulders.
Have you done a lot of preparation? Or none whatsoever?
I’ve done some prep for my novel. Key word is some. I started prep work on October 16th with a brand new idea, so I was bound to be pretty behind on planning in general. But I’m also a total pantser, so I was trying planner for a change. In the end, I had established my protagonists, the world, and a vague sense of the plot. I also nearly created a language as a part of the PoV character’s culture.
Do you have a workspace, schedule, or daily goal?
In theory, I have a daily goal of 1,667-2,000 words. Because I’m writing a fantasy, I want to get as close to the average word count of my genre as possible. In general, I tend to write at night after work and on my way to work, but I’m trying to wake up earlier so I can write in the morning and not have to transcribe it from a notebook later. I usually write at home, typically isolated in a bedroom.
Questions for your wip:
What’s your NaNo wip titled (if it has one)?
If We’re to Carry Stars
Tell us a bit about your NaNo wip! For example the plot, genre, themes…
If We’re to Carry Stars (IWCS) is a fantasy adventure novel set in the world of Eondes. Thousands of years before the beginning of the story, Eondes chose the Yuvel as its protectors.The Yuvel were merely a race of healers with a high magical aptitude; their styled after nymphs, elves and fairies, with pointed ears and features meant to mimic the planet itself (fiery eyes, green hair, blue blood, etc.). In exchange for protection, Eondes granted the Yuvel access to its magical core, which they were tasked with keeping clean. It gave them elemental magic and strengthened their healing magic. Over the years, the Yuvel had managed to eliminate all known illnesses and dutifully served Eondes.
However, their protection came at a price. Not only has accurate records of old cures and ailments fallen from folklore and records, but no one’s immune systems were prepared to battle any future threats. Faith in Yuvellen magic had made these things unnecessary.
Until now.
A magic-resistant illness has begun to spread through Eondes’ other races. Meanwhile, Eondes’ magical core has begun to pollute, thus weakening the Yuvel with an illness of their own. Many Yuvel have begun leaving their home on Yuvellse in search of answers and a cure, while other races have followed in suit. Faith in the Yuvel has plummeted and tensions between races rise as unlikely alliances strive for Eondes’ hope.
In the midst of such dread, a Yuvel named Eiríńé finds herself wrapped up in one of these quests as she searches for happiness in a dismal life.
Themes: I want to play with the concept of love and selfishness. Is it more selfish to remain where you’re unhappy or is it more selfish to leave in search of happiness? How do you communicate love? How do you communicate your needs when it comes to love, such as styles of affection? I would also like to play around with some other things, but they’re not as concrete yet.
What is your protagonist like?
So I’m playing with the 5 Man Band trope, and therefore have 5 protagonists with one as focal PoV character
Eiríńé in the focal character and the PoV character (as much as she can be in a third person limited perspective). She’s quite a soft-spoken and hesitant Yuvel. Because she frequently second guesses herself, she ends up taking forever to make a decision. She’s rather kind and strives to be a people pleaser. But she’s also horrendously cynical and deeply discontent with her own life. At the beginning of the story, Eiríńé is engaged and has a good, supportive network of friends and family, none of whom seem to realize how deeply unhappy she is with her life. She makes the decision to leave her life behind and join the others on their quest once Mirunise prompts her to make a brash decision and said impulsiveness lights her heart unlike anything before.
Mirunise is the party leader. She’s a Capescu, a shape-shifting race that can shift into any animal they can imagine; they have heightened sense in their default form. Mirunise is a bubbly paragon with a hurricane for a personality. She’s bombastic and aggressively friendly, to the point Ayondi is frequently trying to calm her down. Her cheer and smile is considered infectious. When confronted with negativity, her optimism usually takes the competitive form of refusing to let the source of said negativity win. Because she’s such a dominating force of personality, she can come off as insensitive and/or rude to some; whenever this is pointed out, she quiets and displays an aggressively compassionate side that’s surprisingly a great listener. Mirunise comes across Ayondi and V'haǵir on her way to see her father. Upon learning of V'haǵir’s condition and ambitions, Mirunise quickly joins their group and spearheads them forward.
Ayondi is V'haǵir’s childhood friend. She’s a Darunshin, a human-like species with bird wings that grow and shrink on command, they have an almost supernatural strength. Ayondi is calm and reserved with a deep motherly streak. She cares deeply for other people, but has a habit of expressing it through nitpicking. She is both the most intelligent and has the most common sense in the part; her strategies tend to fall on deaf ears, though. She’s a realist, but a pessimistic side grows after V'haǵir falls ill; everyone who’s contracted the illness thus far as died, and she fears her days with him are numbered. So she picks up V'haǵir‘s quest and decides that she’d rather save others from the grief of loss than just wallow in her own.
V'haǵir is Ayondi’s childhood friend; his illness is the catalyst for his initial quest with Ayondi to search for a cure. He’s a Wevri, an aquatic race with webbed ears and control over existing water. V'haǵir is boisterous and optimistic, a typical paragon like Mirunise. He’s excitable and generally cheerful. He’s the least thrilled about combat in the party, too. In life, he wants to make everyone happier than he’s ever been (and seeing as he’s almost always been generally happy, that’s a lofty ambition). When he first exhibits symptoms of the illness, V'haǵir laments his poor luck and feels discouraged by the lack of a cure. However, he quickly decides that he doesn’t want to idly wait for death and sets out on a quest for a cure, even if he may never live to use it for himself.
Somayn is the last person to join the party before Eiríńé. He’s a Zuifeel, an elf-like race with pointed, drooping ears and a magical connection to nature. Somayn is quiet, but friendly. He’s very worldly and often acts as a sort of folklore guide for the rest of the party. Despite being generally intelligent, he doesn’t really have a great deal of common sense. He’s realistic, calm and collected, and emotionally open with his allies; he sees no point in lying or hiding one’s feelings. On their travels, Mirunise, Ayondi, and V'haǵir find him in the middle of battle (more specifically on the losing side) against a group of bandits. Somayn decides to join their quest after he’s been healed of his injures, citing a need to scour Eondes’ libraries for potential cures.
Have you been planning it for a while? Conversely, do you know anything about it yet?
I wish I could say that I’ve been planning IWCS for a while. But I started planning this story October 16th of this year and started writing it on November 1st. I have a solid handle on the main characters and the world of Eondes, but it’s still up in the air where it’ll all go.
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The Consequences of His Wish
Chapter Seven
Max readjusted his glasses. “I believe that a PowerPoint, presenting graphs, tables, and diagrams, would be the most accurate way to show our progress as a group. If we go last, I could even adjust our information to reflect a comparison of our group and the others. It would only take a few minutes as I would be gathering the data from the groups as they present, and it would–”
“That sounds like a fantastic idea, Max,” Lila interrupted, “but shouldn’t we also include some footage to actually show our interactions? We could even show how each of us interact one on one, and which pairing has the most impact.”
Lila smiled sweetly. Max and Juleka looked at each other and shrugged. Adrien nodded his head. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
Lila clasped her hands. “Great! Let’s choose partners. Adrien! Would you be my partner first? You’ve already helped me so much, and I’m a little camera shy, so I think that if I went with you first, it would totally calm me down.”
“No!”
Marinette stood up. Four pairs of eyes turned her way. Her face became flushed, a little embarrassed by her outburst. She immediately stiffened up, her mind racing to recover. “I-I mean… I disagree… b-because Miss Bustier said t-that… this was a group project. Yeah! A group project, so we should stay a group the entire time because otherwise it wouldn’t be a group...project?”
She gave a forced smile and ran a hand through her hair. Lila glared at her. “Yes but–”
“Marinette’s right.” Adrien looked up at Marinette and gave her a reassuring smile. Her face reddened, and she looked away, a smile teasing through. “This is a project about how we interact with each other as a group. Like she said, we should stay together as a group. Instead of breaking up, let’s come up with scenarios that we could do.”
Lila gritted her teeth but quickly smiled. “Adrien, you are so right!” She rested her hand on his arm. “You’re so smart; we’re sure to get an A with you in our group.”
Adrien blushed and looked away, his hand scratching the back of his head and simultaneously blocking Lila from seeing his discomfort. His gaze landed on Marinette chewing on the strap of her purse. Her face was pink and scrunched up in frustration. He chuckled. Marinette looked over and released her purse, awkwardly smiling. She turned back to the group. “What if we visited a couple of places for a short amount of time, like the zoo? There are a lot of animals to see, but if we limit our time, we’ll have to agree on which ones to visit.”
“That could work,” Max agreed, “especially if we vocalize our thoughts at each exhibit.”
“We could bake,” Juleka added.
Lila chimed in, her eyes bright, “Oh I love baking. My great-great-grandmother was a famous baker for a royal family in Monaco, so a lot of her famous recipes and tips have been passed down my family. If you guys want, I could totally ask my mother if I could share one of her precious recipes?”
Marinette smirked. “Really? What’s her name?”
Lila looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to be interested. Adrien noticed the shock and said, “Marinette’s parents are bakers. They’re professionals with a shop right down from the school.”
Marinette crossed her arms and leaned back, exuding confidence. “My father’s side of the family is full of bakers. It goes further back than anyone can remember. If your ancestor was a renowned baker, I’m certain my father has heard of her.”
All eyes turned to Lila expectantly. Lila tensed up. “Y-your family bakes? That’s…” She chewed on her lip thoughtfully and suddenly perked up. “Fantastic! Since Marinette’s family owns a bakery, that means we can do your idea, Juleka! You’ll ask them for us, right Marinette?”
Lila clasped her hands together and looked at Marinette with pleading eyes. Marinette frowned and opened her mouth to call out Lila, but she felt a hand on hers and stopped. Adrien gave her a knowing smile. Marinette sighed. “Yes, I’ll ask my parents if we can use their shop to bake.”
Juleka and Lila high-fived. Max scribbled down some notes. “It would be an excellent display of teamwork if we managed to be able to do it. I hope your parents agree, Marinette.”
“Yeah….” Marinette propped up her chin, disappointed. Adrien squeezed her hand and whispered, “Cheer up, Marinette. I have your back.”
Marinette glanced at their clasped hands, realizing he never let go. Her face rapidly began to change shades. She squeaked. “Y-yeah. Okay.”
“Is two enough, Max? Do you think we have time for one more?” Adrien asked, turning back to the group. Max looked up from his notes and adjusted his glasses. “The project is due the day after tomorrow. If we began today after school, we could evenly split the time up to accommodate one more activity. However, if we keep it at two, that gives us more time for each.”
“It might be best to just do two. I don’t have anything scheduled for today after school, so I’m good to start today. Is everyone else free as well?”
Everyone muttered in affirmation. Marinette added, “Since I still have to ask my parents, we can go to the zoo today. I’ll text everyone what they say tonight.”
“Do you have everyone’s number, Marinette?” Max asked.
“I think so….” Marinette replied. She pulled out her phone and began scrolling through her contacts. “I have Adr–I mean, just Juleka’s.”
Marinette handed Max her phone, and he typed in his number. Returning her phone, he asked, “What about Lila’s?”
“Lila?” Marinette and Lila made eye contact and quickly looked away, both unhappy with the idea of having each other’s number. Lila gave a tight-lipped smile and extended her hand. Marinette looked down at her phone and begrudgingly handed it over. Lila typed her number in and handed it back. It took all of Marinette’s willpower not to snatch it away.
“My turn,” Adrien said.
Marinette’s cheeks flushed. “Y-yeah, hold on.”
She quickly deleted Adrien’s number from her phone and handed it over. She lazily smiled as she watched him re-enter his number into his phone. “Great,” he said, handing it back. “That’s everyone.”
Marinette sent a group text, and a moment later, everyone’s phones lit up. Adrien looked down at his and saw Marinette’s name across his phone. “That’s odd. Marinette, I already had your number sav–”
The bell rang, cutting off the end of his sentence. The students dispersed to their seats and continued their school day. Time flew by, and soon the last bell sounded out, signally the end of classes. Adrien said goodbye to Nino and stood out front, waiting for his group to show up. Within a few minutes, everyone was there.
“Is everyone ready?” He asked. Max scrolled through his phone. He said, “The weather is 22 degrees Celsius with little to no chance of rain. It is also mildly cloudy, so there is no worry of being sunburned.”
“Great. Let’s–” Adrien’s phone dinged. He looked down, and his mood immediately dropped. “Sorry guys, my father says I need to come home. Do you think we can fit both in tomorrow?”
“It’ll be a tight fit,” Max began, but Marinette finished, “but I’m sure we can do it. Don’t worry about it, Adrien. We all know how strict your father is.”
“I’m sure if I talked to him, I could convince him.” Lila offered, but Adrien shook his head. The Agreste limo pulled up. Gorilla got out and opened the door for him. “Thanks for the offer, Lila, but you’ve never met my father. He doesn’t speak to anyone. He barely even talks to me. I have to go though. See you guys tomorrow.”
Adrien waved and gloomily made his way to the limo. As the car drove away, Adrien watched his friends grow smaller. He sighed and turned back to the tinted window that separated him from the driver. Plagg flew out from his shirt. “Don’t be so down. You’ll see them tomorrow. Besides, this means we get to eat cheese!”
Adrien stayed silent and just gazed out the window. They shortly arrived back at the Agreste mansion. Adrien opened the door to his house and quietly made his way inside.
“Adrien.”
Adrien looked over to see his father in the doorway of his office. “My office.”
Adrien bowed his head and entered his father’s office, wondering what kind of trouble he was in this time.
“Hello Adrien.” A soft voice called out. Adrien looked up. A young woman with blonde hair and green eyes sat in a chair a couple feet away. Her smile matched the pictures he kept upstairs, and though it had been a couple years, she looked exactly as she had before. Adrien gulped.
“Mom?”
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Diary of Frankie Stein
Why would anyone want to read someone else’s diary without asking first?
The 30th day of June
So mom and dad think I should keep a diary to help sort out everything I’m feeling. Since I’m only a few days old I’m not sure where to even start. Right now I’m feeling happy, sad, confused, enlightened, worried, hopeful and hungry - all at the same time. Is this normal?
The 15th day of July
The most amazing thing happened today! It rained! I know everybody has seen rain before but this was my first time and I got so excited that I ran through the house yelling for everyone to come see it. Dad came bolting up from the lab and was rather unhappy to find out I had made such a big deal out of it. “Mary Shelly’s ghost Frankie, I though there were villagers with torches outside!” I guess I must’ve looked either surprised or sad ‘cause dad gave me a big hug and said he was sorry he yelled. I wanted to go out and play in it but dad said he thought that might cause me to short out. Mom came to the rescue with an umbrella, rubber boots and a raincoat. It was wonderful and dad even came out in his lab coat and boots to show me how to stomp puddles! Does life get any better than this?
The 16th day of July
I feel like I’ve got so much to learn between now and when school starts. What if I get excited about something that is just a normal every day occurrence, like the rain, and everybody laughs at me? Should I just be quiet and pretend I’ve seen it all before? I’m not even sure if that’s possible for me since everything is just so completely scary cool right now!
The 17th day of July
Okay so one thing I have learned in my short life is that I am not a morning person. My dad is though and he insists on yelling “It’s alive!” every time I come upstairs for breakfast. Unfortunately I don’t think he’s going to stop doing that any time soon because when he finally stops laughing he slaps his knee and says, “That just never gets old.” Is it too soon for me to decide that breakfast is overrated?
The 23rd day of August
We went on our first family trip today... to The Maul! I was really excited but also really nervous. Dad took the long way there and drove by Monster High to show me where I’d be going to school which made me even more nervous so that by the time we got to The Maul I was a total casket case. I almost asked dad to take me home but I went in anyway. We all had lunch at the food corpse and then mom took me shopping while dad went to look for some neck bolt polish. The first place Mom took me was her favorite store but all the outfits looked like old wedding dresses. I really didn’t want to hurt her mom’s feelings and I didn’t tell her this but I wouldn’t have been caught alive in most of those clothes. I guess mom must have sensed that I wasn’t very excited causewe didn’t stay there very long. As we were leaving the store we ran into Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura. Mom introduced me to them and said we were shopping for school clothes. Clawdeen looked at the store and started to say something but Draculaura accidentally hit her with the umbrella she was carrying and said, “Mrs. Stein if you would like us to show Frankie some of the places we shop, we’d be happy to do that.” Fortunately, mom said yes and then mentioned something about finding dad before he made it to the laboratory supply store. Clawdeen and Draculaura took me around to all the scary cool stores and told me all about Monster High. It was like we had known each other forever. Draculaura is sooo nice and Clawdeen Wolf is so confident and funny. While we were shopping I confessed I wasn’t sure what kind of styles would look good on me. Draculaura and Clawdeen both started laughing and I thought I’d said something wrong. Then they both put an arm around me and Clawdeen said, “Ghoul friend, with your figure you shouldn’t be wondering how good a style looks on you but how bad you’ll make it look on anyone else who wears it.” Draculaura even invited me to tryout for the fearleading squad... I was too excited to tell her I didn’t know what that was but it sounded like fun. By the time mom and dad came to find me I didn’t want to leave. I’m so glad I stuck it out and didn’t ask dad to take me home.
The 24th day of August
Didn’t see dad very much today. He’s been working on a special project in his lab and he said I’m not allowed to see what it is yet. I asked mom if I was getting a new sister or brother and she almost choked on the coffinccino she was drinking. “Karloff’s crypt sweetheart, whatever gave you that idea?” I heard mom telling dad about it later and it sounded like they were laughing. I wonder if other teenage monsters have parents who do odd things?
The 26th day of August
I got into my first fight with my parents today and they sent me to my room! I couldn’t believe it! I must be the only monster that this has ever happened to. So what happened was Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura called to invite me to a moonlight party on the beach. I said yes without asking mom and dad first and I was so excited that I ran upstairs to tell them and they said NO! “We’re sorry dear but we already have plans to do something as a family - you should have asked us first.” I told them that all the monsters that would be in my class at Monster High would be there having a scary good time and that I had already told Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura that I could go and it just wasn’t fair that I wouldn’t be able to and then water started running down my cheeks! I didn’t know what to do and I thought maybe I’d somehow broken my eyes. Dad and mom gave me a hug, which I didn’t want at first, and told me it wasn't’ my eyes but my heart that broke a little bit but it was okay cause hearts still work even when they break. Then they told me that the water was tears and that it was very unusual for a monster to be able to cry and that made me even more special. I had to call Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura back and let them know I couldn’t go but they told me it was okay and that the next time they would tell me ahead of time so I could make sure mom and dad didn’t have plans. I guess I still have a lot to learn but at least I’ve got good parents and friends to help me with the lessons.
The 28th day of August
This morning dad revealed his special project - a new pet he made just for me! It’s really cute and sweet and it’s not exactly a dog or a cat or a fish but more like a combination of everything. Dad told me that he took the best qualities of all the best pets and put them together. It barks like a dog, purrs like a kitten, swims like fish, has spikes like a dragon and eats bananas like a monkey. I’m going to call it Watzit. dad said its pet license is like ten pages long and the monster vet wasn’t even sure where to begin the examination. I don’t care though. Watzit slept at the foot of my bed and purred me to sleep. I love my life.
The 1st day of September
I had to get stitches today... well I guess I should really say new stitches. I was throwing a ball for Watzit and I heard rrrripppppp as the ball went one way and my arm went the other! I know that sounds terrible but it didn’t really hurt. It was kind of embarrassing though and I was really glad that no one was around to see it. Watzit brought the ball and my arm back and I went inside to see if dad could fix it. Mom was not very happy with dad and told him that he needed to work on his knot tying skills. Dad showed me how to stitch my arm back on and then gave me an emergency sewing kit to carry with me in case it happened when he wasn’t around. I really hope this doesn’t happen in front of my friends or I’ll be mortalfied.
The 6th day of September
I got my first letter in the mail today! It was my class schedule and a note welcoming me to Monster High. I think I’m more nervous now than I was before that first day at The Maul. It’s okay though because I know I’m getting ready to start my next great adventure and I just can’t wait to get started!
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EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT TO THE BATMAN [44]
It’s frankly bizarre.
That’s the only word Jason has for it.
Drake looks pleasant. Not in the way he pretends to look pleasant, which is normally just him looking one step above roadkill. Drake looks actively pleasant while simultaneously being present in his own body. Now that’s beyond bizarre, it’s unheard of.
He’s also talking like…a nice person. Which is just out of the realm of human understanding because he’s a complete and total asshole. That’s not an insult, that’s a mark of respect. If Jason thinks someone’s an asshole they’re functional in some way that works and has kept them alive. If you aren’t an asshole in Gotham you’re about to be dead, a patsy, or worse.
Drake’s downright acting like someone from…not Gotham. He wouldn’t go so far as to say Metropolis, but he’s definitely not at a Bludhaven or Jersey, either.
“Were your accommodations to your liking, Mr. Kord?” Drake says, all sincere and eager to please pleasantness that’s making Jason’s hair stand on end. This is a trap. This is a fucking trap. “If you like we can make other arrangements.”
“It was fine, Tim. I know I ask this every time, but do you treat all of your guests like this? It’s very impressive.”
“Mr. Kord, we here at W.E. have the utmost respect for you and all of the projects that come through Kord Enterprises. We value your good relationship with us above all others.”
Jason turns to Damian, because Damian knows more about this company than anyone aside from Drake himself, and mouths we do?
Damian looks a mixture of fascinated, annoyed, and downright disturbed. No answers from that one. Though that isn’t a surprise.
Damian somehow got both Bruce’s annoying fort-rightness mixed with Talia’s intrigue and mystery. It shouldn’t work, but it comes together really nicely in the form of the most annoying teenager ever.
“Would you like something to drink, Mr. Kord?” Drake asks, fussing over the man the way he probably should fuss over his actual employer. “We have a wide selection of beverages approved by the FDA for human consumption.”
Jason’s never had anyone explicitly say that about anything that’s entered his body before. He doesn’t like what this implies.
“Water’s fine, Tim,” Kord says, smiling. “Every time I visit I’m reminded just how much we missed out on you not coming to our internship program.”
“Oh, believe me, sir,” Drake says, “You and me both.”
Jason turns to Dick on his other side who’s just watching this exchange with an intensity he normally reserves for high risk stake outs.
Bruce has yet to join the meeting. Jason’s beginning to think he’s not showing up at all out of spite. Or maybe he wanted to make a grand entrance. Either way it’s kind of like he’s losing because it looks like Ted Kord might just snipe Tim Drake right out from under them any second now.
“I would love some of those approved by the FDA beverages,” Dick says.
Tim turns a look of what can only be described as complete, utter bitter irritation onto Dick and says, “Those are for guests.”
Dick turns and looks straight at Jason. Jason doesn’t know what to make of that expression so he looks away.
Before any more of this unpleasant pleasantness can continue the door to the conference room opens and Bruce finally shows up.
Jason feels his skin crawl because it looks like the Brucie personal is firmly in place, anchored by the million watt smile that makes B look absolutely demented.
“Teddy!” Brucie says, striding in and closing the distance between himself and Ted Kord like he’s going to, like some sort of Lovecraftian horror, open that million watt smile and swallow Ted Kord whole. “It’s been ages since you last visited.”
Kord goes for a handshake. Brucie goes for a hug.
Ted Kord looks like he’s dying.
That’s how most people look when they get hugged by Brucie. Especially when they know who Brucie really is.
One does not get hugged and smiled at with hat much enthusiasm by the Batman and walks away from it feeling good.
Jason, Dick, and Damian avert their eyes.
“Mr. Wayne,” Drake says, all bitter and unhappy unpleasant normalcy, “If you could take your seat so we can begin the meeting. Mr. Kord is on such a tight schedule and we’ve already imposed upon him for far too long.”
“It’s okay, Tim,” Kord says. “Like you said earlier, the relationship between our companies is one that we value very highly. I can make time for my friends.”
Brucie laughs. It’s not a nice laugh. It’s a fucking terrible laugh. It’s the kind of laugh that would make you think that the Joker’s been usurped or deposed or whatever. It’s the laugh that’s the reason why most of the JLA works very hard to make sure they never cross paths with Batman’s civilian identity ever.
(Except for Clark and Diana, but they’re…Clark and Diana and are a general exception to most everything. They’re part of the extreme triumvirate of too nice, too reasonable, and too creepy.)
Jason kind of feels something in his chest activate when Brucie laughs. It’s a mix between a gag, a cough, and some sort of palpitation. It is absolutely not healthy at all and it’s going to be the cause of his second death if he isn’t careful about that shit.
“I’m so glad to hear that, Theodore! Tim, could you excuse us while Ted and I discuss some things?”
Drake instantly looks like his namesake. Angry. Dragon.
Jason has no idea why B thinks baiting the guy who’s basically running the circus of his life into near blind rage is fun but he’d rather the guy didn’t do it when Jason was present. Because Drake is going to remember that Jason doesn’t say anything and bring him into the list of names he’s singled out for revenge.
“Pardon? Sir. I think I should be here to assist.”
“Nonsense, Damian here can handle it. He’s got to start seeing how things work for when he grows up! Right, sport?”
Drake turns those angry lizard eyes onto Damian, and at this point Jason’s just relieved B didn’t say his name.
Damian holds it together like a champ and just says, “You’ve been dismissed, Drake.”
Drake smiles. And this is both familiar — which is comforting — and horrific — because of what it implies, that the asshole Drake is back in town.
“Of course, sirs,” Drake says, smiling that smile that belongs on a dead person’s body. “Do page should you need any further assistance. Shall I check in on you in about an hour?”
“We’ll call if we need anything,” B says, waving Drake off.
Jason and Dick keep their eyes firmly focused on the table in front of them so they don’t risk meeting Drake’s basilisk stare as he passes them on his way out.
“Very well, sirs. I’ll be working on those press release statements for Ms. Vale,” Drake says. His parting shot. His killer. “The ones about the upcoming Valentine’s day brunch we’re hosting. I’m sure she’ll be absolutely thrilled to find that one of you has volunteered to be her escort to the event. Absolutely. Thrilled.”
#heartsfic#c: the dreamer who always sees the stars#c: icarus rising#c: the children's champion#c: a star going red giant#c: unwanted and enduring knight
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Note: my unsolicited and fluffy (or more probably sappy) stance on what happened after that heavy exchange in Confrontation Polarization, and how Sheldon decided to fight for a common recognition.
A silver lining of being one of the very few people Sheldon Cooper is willing to hug is that his embrace always feels tighter and warmer. Today makes no exception, maybe more so.
Amy closes her eyes as her husband pulls her closer. She has made the right choice. Sure, she was excited by the chance to snag a nomination for a Nobel, what scientist is not? But Sheldon dreams of it ever since he was a child. And if she can be sure of something, it’s that she won’t let him throw away his chance. She loves him too much. Life has been so generous with her already, she will live a perfectly fulfilled life even without it. Or maybe other occasions will come for her, she has so many promising researches in her own field that may lead her to that someday. This particular chance is definitely not worth Sheldon’s unhappiness.
Amy knows she has made the right choice. Then, why is Sheldon still ticking like a bomb bound to explode?
Amy’s hair smells like peaches. Or maybe it’s apricot, he is not sure. She has been experimenting with a few fancy shampoos lately. He doesn’t like the constant changes, even if he has to admit they are all perfectly nice fragrances so far. Or maybe they all seem nice to him because it’s Amy. Everything seems better when it’s about her. He does not quite realize it most of the time, but many things change their value because of her. For instance, if only a few months before someone told him he would have chosen to be fair to Amy over the possible nomination for a Nobel, he would have said this person was clinically insane. Not only he has done it, he also didn’t have the slightest hesitation in placing the right recognition of her contribution before his own ambition.
Amy looks so small wrapped in his arms. He wonders if she feels protected in their hug like he does, even if Amy is so tiny compared to him that she almost disappears in there. And yet she is always the strongest among them. She is the one insisting with him to still try chasing that nomination and not worry about her. She put his happiness before her own. But…
You are the reason that I deserve it.
His own words echo loud in his head. She is such a brilliant scientist, and a wonder of person. Her suggestions and instinct have been fundamental to build the theory, and even if it is a bit odd to other people, whenever they banter the math just improves. But on top of everything, Amy made him a man worth such a discovery. She made him a man worth being remembered. He didn’t ask for it. He didn’t want it even at first. Still, he is sure he couldn’t have gone so far if something wouldn’t have changed in him.
No, he can’t do this to her. He can’t tell her either now, what would she think of him after such a generous gift?
He finds himself ticking again as he forces his decision down his throat. He won’t let her do this.
Reluctantly, they detach a few minutes later when their stomachs remind them they barely started dinner. An awkward silence falls between them at first and Amy does not understand why. Isn’t everything sorted now? Yeah, he made that sound again earlier, but maybe he was just releasing tension.
She decides to discuss something else to distract their minds. “You should do that Ten Years Challenge thing on Facebook,” she casually says, “I am sure everyone would envy how you don’t look a day older.”
Sheldon shrugs. “What’s the point in doing that if there’s no visible change?”
“I think it would be more appropriate for you,” he adds then, “You changed a lot.” He realizes immediately she would raise eyebrows at him if he doesn’t hurry to clarify he doesn’t mean because of age. “You are way cuter now,” he says.
“Use this one for the present time,” he even suggests as he shows her his phone background, a glowing picture of herself the day of their wedding.
“I will. It’s a very good one,” she agrees.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Amy is still standing near the kitchen sink when her husband approaches and hugs her from behind apparently without a reason.
“You smell good,” he mutters resting his head on her shoulder. Amy smiles. This is totally random and she should probably wonder why he is doing that. It is also incredibly good.
“Proposal: no movie tonight. We go straight to bed and cuddle,” he offers.
She brushes slightly his hands around her waist. “Just cuddle?”
She knows tonight his schedule would want them to be intimate. She doesn’t always understand when it is, but earlier tonight his phone has rung and he has dismissed the alarm way too quickly to not seem suspicious.
“Nothing else,” he clarifies.
To be honest, there is a part of him who would remain true to his schedule and make love to Amy. And she smells so good tonight…He also wants to hold her tight and fall asleep to the pace of her breathing, making him feel safe just like she did when they hugged before; maybe kissing her a bit to taste her lips.
“I wouldn’t want anything else,” Amy agrees.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Once again tonight they are in each other’s arms, this time in the middle of their bed, their faces a few inches close. They have briefly kissed, now they stare to their spouse in a thoughtful silence.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
The realization of what is still bothering him strikes her all of sudden.
“You still don’t want to go solo with Doctors Pemberton and Campbell, do you?”
Sheldon gulps, and his only answer is rolling on her and hiding his face in her bosom. She passes her hand through his hair and thinks he looks like a child who broke his mommy’s favorite China and just got busted.
He clings more on her. “I won’t do that. I really meant it when I accepted your decision,” he explains, “It’s just… I can’t. I am sorry.”
He dares to look up at her. “I am sorry,” he says again, “I- I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate your offer. I know how hard it was for you say that. I- I can’t. It’s not fair.”
“Sheldon…”
Never in her life she thought she had to insist with Sheldon to make him get full credit for something, especially such a huge project. It doesn’t matter though. He can push it all he wants, but she won’t change her mind. It wouldn't be fair to him.
She gently touches his cheek and cracks a smile. “Sheldon, the very fact you were ready to give up this incredible chance for me… this! It is the single most amazing thing you did for me, and I include that time you flew across the country to propose to me on the spur of a moment.”
“Amy-”
“You already did this,” she cuts him off, “We are good.”
Sheldon snorts and buries his head again on her. He really married a stubborn creature, did he? He takes a deep breath and tries again.
“We came with this idea at our wedding. I had the intuition, but you understood what it was,” he recaps. “When that Russian paper seemed to have disproved us, you got the hint from my dad and pushed me back on track.”
“And if all these reasons aren’t enough, consider what you have done to me.” His voice is raising as he gets more passionate. “You made me worthy of this incredible theory. Our theory! It wouldn’t exist without you. So…” he shrugs lightly, “If I will ever get recognition for it, it must be with you, or I don’t want it at all.”
He feels unburdened. The bomb is disarmed once and for all. He feels good now… for about two second straights, until he realizes tears are streaming down Amy’s face.
She catches the change in his expression and immediately reassures him, “It’s okay. It’s just... I guess I hadn’t realized how much this meant for you, that we did this together.”
“Of course it does!”
Everything he just said, he is right. And the way he said those things… the truth is that she’ll never cease to be amazed by how much he loves her, and the new ways he finds to show her.
She fights back the tears, mostly in vain. She also tentatively smiles at him. “Now it’s my turn to ask this." she asks, “Is this really what you want us to do?”
He nods resolutely, and this is enough. She reads in his eyes there is nothing else she can do to change his mind, and honestly, she doesn’t want it anymore.
“Okay. Let’s do this,” Amy finally concedes.
Sheldon lies back and they face each other again. She pulls him closer and caresses his arm while he gently wipes away her tears.
“We’ll have to fight for this,” Amy reminds him, “The Fermilab guys won’t give up easily. Also, we don’t know yet what Siebert thinks if this, and-
Sheldon cups her face and hushes her with a kiss. “We will do whatever it takes” Sheldon says, “We will fight those two, Sieber, all of them...”
He kisses her again and lingers on her lips. Suddenly his father’s words of encouragement reverberate in his head. They fit this so well.
“If it comes to that, we’re gonna give them hell,” he promises.
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