#and i have to go to bed and get up at 4:30 to drive SIX HOURS to see my lovely but draining family
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Can't Sleep
MDNI, 18+, NSFW
Pairing: Austin Butler x reader
Warnings: lots of dirty talk, m. masturbation, f. masturbation, humping a pillow
Words: 1.6k
Summary: Austin is in Paris promoting Dune part 2 and he can't sleep in his hotel. He calls his girl to chat and things get dirty real fast. Phone sex ensues.
Authors Note: It's been way too long since I've written for Austin. Something about imagining him rubbin' one out just does something to me. So I thought I'd make everyone else suffer too. You're welcome. Comments & reblogs appreciated!
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He tossed the remote to the other side of the bed defeatedly. Flipping through the few channel options on the hotel tv could only entertain him for so long. Looking over at the clock the red number taunted him showing 4am. Being up for the last almost 36 hours would tire out most people but his body wouldn’t let go of consciousness. The jet lag certainly wasn’t helping either. His thoughts flickered to her. Doing the math in his head; she’d only be at 10pm in New York with Paris being six hours ahead. She should be home from work now. Finished with dinner.
He reached for his phone, quickly finding her in his contacts, before pressing it to his ear. The line crackled before it began to ring. His fingers mindlessly played with the string from the waistband of his sweats as he waited for her to pick up.
“Hello?”
Her voice sounded small and distant through the line and he hated it.
“Y/N, hi,” he rasped.
“Hi.”
A bit of rustling sounded on the other end as she sat up from the couch she was more than likely dosing off on.
“You sound tired,” he said, suddenly feeling guilty, “I should let you sleep.”
“No, no it’s fine,” she assured him, “I think I’m more bored than tired.”
He knew she was lying. She’d fallen asleep on that couch so many times when he’s home with her. Never being able to finish a whole movie without hearing her soft snores as she slept.
He was a little jealous if he was being honest with himself. He was never one of those people that could just pass out as soon as they close their eyes. Even more so if it wasn’t his own bed.
“Have you slept at all since you left?”
He sighed, “no.”
“Aus,” she said sympathetically.
He ran a hand over his face.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
He hummed, “tell me about your day.”
And she did. From her drive to work to how much the phone rang, how her boss had gotten on her nerves, what she got for lunch, how her feet hurt from her new heels she bought the other day, her drive home, how she had to go back out to get chicken for dinner from the grocery store that she forgot to get yesterday. Every detail she rambled on about, but he didn’t mind. It made him feel less alone. Less like he was on the other side of the world.
“Hey, Austin?”
“Hm?”
“I’m gonna set you down for a sec, I gotta pee.”
He chuckled, “m'kay.”
He heard the clank of her setting the phone down, and he pulled his phone away from him for a minute checking the time. 4:30. At least the time was moving a little faster now.
Putting the phone on speaker, he checked a few emails while he waited when his phone chimed, with her name coming across the banner with a new text.
Leave it to her to text the person she’s currently chatting with.
Clicking on the banner, his phone swapped apps to the text.
But it wasn’t a text.
His heart rate rose as his eyes took in the photo.
She was posed in their bathroom mirror with a black lingerie set he’d never seen her in before. Her phone was in one hand snapping the photo while the other had her thumb through the waistband of her panties teasingly tugging them lower down her hip, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. Her breasts were barely contained in the bra, the cups hardly coming up over her nipples, her flesh pushed together creating ample cleavage.
He swallowed thickly as he felt the warmth of blood rush to his groin.
“You still there, Aus?” She asked feigning innocence.
He cleared his throat, “yea- yea.” He took a deep breath. “What are you-?”
He didn’t have a ton of words flying around in his head given the normal amount of blood that was in his brain was now being utilized elsewhere.
She giggled, “you need a little help getting to sleep, yeah? So I thought I’d give ya a little help.”
God, what did he do to deserve such an angel?
“Right now?”
Was this for now or after she hung up? This was new territory for the both of them.
“If you want?”
He felt her back tracking and he scrambled to steer the conversation back to the desired destination.
“Shit, yeah- yeah,” he shifted on the bed propping some pillows to lean back on as he rested his hand over his semi in his pants giving a little squeeze. “Are you- are you touching yourself?”
He heard her inhale before speaking, “should I be?”
“Please,” he almost whispered.
He ground his teeth, waiting for any sound from her. Something to feed his imagination. He lightly ran the back of his fingers over the tent in his pants, keeping his nerves on end.
A small moan sounded into his ear, and he immediately began to work himself with her.
His heart was pounding already, imagining her with her legs open on the couch, her hand working herself over her panties.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he breathed, his fingers slipping under the waistband of his sweats.
She struggled to find her voice. She took a breath, “you.”
“Yeah?” He worked at tugging down his pants. “What about me?”
“Aus,” she chuckled nervously, “I- I- don’t know if I can do this.”
He situated himself, slowly wrapping his hand around his length, giving her a moment. She always got a little shy with talking filthy.
Not willing to let the mood wane, he chose to take the lead. “I gotcha, just keep your hands busy for me.”
He heard her begin shuffling around before getting settled.
He sighed lazily, beginning to stoke himself, lightly squeezing on his upstroke. His thumb swiped the tip collecting the bead of precum, spreading it around.
“’m so hard for you right now,” he murmured huskily, his voice heavy with arousal watching his tip disappear into his fist.
A little whimper escaped her, rewarding his words, and boosting his ego.
Letting his eyes close, his mind began to tease him with images of her. Her smooth skin, her hair splayed out behind her. Was she starting slow and gentle?
A sharp inhale brought him back to the present.
“You alright?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. A soft moan followed, melting through the phone into his ear. “I just had to take everything off.”
He couldn't help but quicken his strokes as the sudden image of her legs spread, and center bare on their couch overtook his thoughts.
“Wanted to get more comfortable.”
“Fuck-, are you wet?”
She hummed, “so wet.”
Hearing her pleasured sounds were going to be his undoing.
“Put a finger in for me,” he coaxed her.
“Oh-“ she sighed heavily, “Austin.”
His cock throbbed, imagining how warm and tight she must feel. Her glistening folds wrapping around her little finger.
“Keep talking, Aus.”
He bit his lip as a smug smile threatened to appear. He had her right where he needed her.
“Don’t forget about my girls up top,” he spoke, “give ‘em a little attention for me.”
A full moan left her lips, making his cock twitch. He could practically feel her breaths on his ear. His mind kept conjuring up one filthy image after another. One hand in her pussy, the other groping her breast. Forcing his hand to pause, he squeezed at the base as the sudden urge to release overwhelmed him.
As he willed his heart to slow and the pleasured throbbing in his cock to weaken, a bunch of commotion sounded on her line. He listened intently as it quieted and a rhythmic sound started to come through. He reached down to massage his balls, swallowing thickly, “baby?”
A short whine came from her, sounding distant, before she shuffled the phone closer to her panting mouth, “are you close?”
He let his head fall back into the pillows with a huffed laugh, letting his fingers lightly play at the little sensitive spot under the head. “Just waiting on you, darling.”
He began stroking in rhythm with the sounds coming from her, his limbs tightening as the pleasure began to burn in his pelvis once more, “tell me what you’re doing.”
“I got a pillow-” she gasped, “-between my legs.”
His hips jerked, the primal urge to thrust breaking through his conscious.
“”You ridin’ it, like you do me?” He panted.
She couldn't even manage to string a sentence together anymore, a groan being her only reply.
“Cum with me baby, in 3-,” he began counting them down, “2-,”
Her whines were high causing goosebumps to cover his flesh, his fist flying impossibly quick over his shaft. He never thought further than her using her hand to pleasure herself, but imagining her grinding herself onto a pillow would be a fantasy he would be coming back to many times in the future, he was sure of it.
“Aus,” she cried, desperate for him to put an end to the agony.
“Cum for me,” he growled; a white heat flooding his pelvis.
A squeak was all he heard from her as she climaxed, and his cock suddenly became impossibly harder as the buzz in his veins shot through his tip. His head pressed deep into the pillows as his body tensed as his climax took hold. White spurted over his abdomen as he grunted like an animal with every lurch his cock gave, draining his seed, relieving his desire.
Relaxing his body, he quickly was left limp as he tried to catch his breath.
Minutes passed as they both regained a normal breathing rate.
He picked up the phone, taking it off of speaker, “thank you, baby.”
It wasn't long after they hung up that he was able to finally fall into a sweet sleep.
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baby headcannon ~ jj maybank
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~ it was unplanned, of course. neither of you were ready for a baby
~ you were very sexually active and forgot to use protection on one too many occasions
~ when you told your mother, she was surprisingly supportive of you, having been a teen mother herself
~ JJ's father didn't take it very well, as expected
~ JJ told you he wanted to go and talk to his father alone because he didn't want to risk Luke hurting you in a fit of rage
~ when he finally came back, he had some cuts on his face and a bruise forming on his jaw, but he didn't seem as scarred as usual
~ JJ moved into your house with you, wanting to be there every step of the way
~ your mother helped you through every crisis you had, she always gave you tips and shared experiences with you to put you at ease
~ the Pogues were over the moon at the idea of a baby coming into this world
~ John B was skeptical at first because he knew of JJ's weed and beer habits, but he soon got over them when he saw how much JJ had changed since you found out you were pregnant
~ Kie was probably the most excited out of everyone at the idea of being an aunt. She was always talking about how many clothes she would buy the baby and how spoiled it was going to be
~ Pope didn't know how to feel, he was just kind of...there. He was happy for you, obviously, but that was about it
~ about six months into the pregnancy, you noticed a big change in JJ's attitude. He stopped smoking weed, he drank beer on very few occasions, he went with you to every doctor's appointment, he worked day in and day out to make sure he would be able to provide for your little growing family
~ he was also the most supportive father-to-be ever. He massaged your back and feet when he saw how uncomfortable you were, he always went out to get you food when a pregnancy craving would wake you up no matter the hour, he set up the nursery without a single complaint, he was taking his role very seriously
~ of course, there were some people who judged you for being pregnant when you were only 18, especially Kooks, but JJ took care of them every time
~ when it came down to labor, he was probably more stressed than you were
~ your water broke in the middle of the night, taking both of you by surprise
~ he took care of your hospital bag while you went and woke up your mom
~ the drive to the hospital was fairly quick, but to JJ it felt like an eternity
~ you were in labor for about 4 hours before you were told you could start pushing, which sent JJ into a fit. He had been told it would be at least 10 hours before you had to push, why was everything moving so quickly?
~ when it was time to push, he was right there with you. He gave you his hand to hold, not complaining the tiniest bit about you crushing his bones and stopping his blood circulation
~ he knew how much pain you were in birthing his child, which is why he didn't dare say anything
~ after 30 minutes, your beautiful baby daughter was born
~ you felt so much relief when she was finally out, throwing your head on the hospital bed while breathing heavily
~ hearing her cry was probably the best thing you had ever heard, knowing your daughter was here and healthy
~ JJ leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering praising words into your ear
~ "I can't believe how strong you are. You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you. I love you so fucking much"
~ when the nurses cleaned her and wrapped her up in her pink blanket, they passed her over to you for her first feeding
~ JJ was in awe as he watched you feed your daughter, so naturally that it seemed like you had been doing it for years
~ the baby opened her eyes and outstretched her little hand towards JJ while eating from the bottle you were holding
~ JJ reached over and put his pointer into the little girl's hand, who immediately grasped it and held it in a tight grip
~ she had JJ's blue eyes and blonde hair while she had your nose and mouth
~ she was the cutest thing in the world in your eyes
~ neither of you have ever felt a love like this for a human so tiny. she was the center of your universe, the product of your love
~ despite every prejudice people had of you, you were going to rock the parenting thing
~ as long as you had each other, you were going to be okay
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Personal or professional?
Chap 3 | chap 4 | chap 5
Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: alcohol, severe angst, longing, bodily issues.
Note: well… idk just read and find out there may be a lil x.
Larissa woke at 4am to start her day, for the first time in a while she hadn’t the energy to get up and be motivated, though, ultimately she did rise and started the monotonous process of her hair after she prepared a cup of tea to rest beside her on the counter in her bathroom. Larissa finished her hair and make up, she dressed and took her empty cup back to the kitchenette and for some reason she had forgone stepping into her office as of yet and opted to sit in bed with her laptop, even though it was only 6am.
It had been 3 weeks since the dinner at my house, Larissa and I had kept in touch from that time, especially since I needed to return her purse. She had come to the front of the school to retrieve the item and thanked me for the the trouble of driving it out to her, I brushed it off and said it wasn’t a big deal, any excuse to see or be near her was a blessing. Larissa opened messages on her phone to see if there were any missed phone calls or texts from any of her faculty or god forbid the board, but not only did she find a sum of ridiculous unanswered questions, I had sent a text to inform her that the cupboard’s are right to be installed and I’m ready whenever is a good time for her.
She replied with “Is today too soon?” And of course I was already loaded to go and told her the time I’ll be there, if it was fine with her of course. 3pm. She jumped of her bed and suddenly had an abundance of energy to burn, for the next six hours she would fly through all of the work she had been procrastinating on doing for the past week and eventually find herself for the first time in a long time out of paperwork, meetings and duties, until the next week obviously. Larissa had taken to going for a spontaneous walk through the school at the time students were doing their extra curricular activities and stopped at every one to greet students. She asked staff if anyone was in need of her assistance to which they all declined.
At 1:30 Larissa had ended up at the lake, she walked the length of the peer and inhaled a deep breath of cold air and let her tense shoulders drop back into a comfortable position, she checked her watch and debated on staying for a while longer or if she should get going, the latter was the choice she settled with. Some days Larissa wonders why she constantly chooses to wear dresses even in the winter, her only con is because she likes them, maybe I should wear pants, it might be warmer, definitely more suitable. What am I even thinking Larissa doesn’t do trousers in public. She thought to herself.
Back in the comfort of her office, she peeled off her gloves and stood so close to the fire she might have caught alight trying to warm up her ice cold hands, the only downside to this time of year to her apparently. Just as she was about to take a seat in her chair, her phone started ringing.
*Violet Hastings*
“Hello darling.” She answered.
“Hey… um im here, is there any easy way of getting the stuff inside before I make myself look like a fool and you tell me there was in fact an easier way.” I chuckled.
“Your parked at the front correct?” She asked.
“Yeah, just go up the stairs and down the corridor and take a left yeah? I only really know the way from your office.” I asked.
“Yes, do you think you’ll manage sweetheart?” She wondered.
“Of course I will, I’ll get into it and I’ll come get you when I’m done, does that sound alright?” I questioned.
“Sure, if there’s anything you need you know where to find me.” She said.
“Ok, I’ll see you later.”
“Bye.”
Larissa hung up and debated just coming to find me but decided not to be a bother and only come if needed. She sat in her office doing next to nothing, she even considered cleaning, but knew that everything was already spic and span, she knows that, otherwise she wouldn’t give extra pays the the ones who do the impeccable job of keeping her office, classrooms and the school in general tidy.
I haled all of the cupboards from the back of the trailer to their destination and stuck in to placing them on the kick boards screwing them to the walls and putting all of the shelves in them as well as all of the chrome handles on each door. The cupboards themselves were a mix of dark blue and grey, the handles were simple, but all together matched very well with the aesthetic of the rooms. It took only two hours to complete the six and with all of my tools and power cords packed up it was time to deliver the items for Larissa.
With no students around it was quite easy to manoeuvre the two huge items in and up the stairs. With a blanket tucked under my arm I knocked on Larissa’s door. “Come in.” She was sat in her chair with her laptop placed in front of her displaying the fourth round of solitaire. “Hey it’s just me.” I said stepping into the threshold, only opening the door enough to shimmy through so she didn’t see what was behind the doors. “How did you go?” She asked, closing her laptop and turning all of her attention to me. “Really good, all finished, but I’ve got your surprise with me so I’ll show you that first.” I said excitedly, rocking back and forth on my heels. “Do you now?” She questioned. “Yes and you need to close your eyes.” I said. Larissa gave me a hesitant look before finally closing her eyes. “No peeking! I mean it.”
Throwing the blanket in the floor, I turned and went back to the door opening both of them, quickly bringing them inside right in the middle of the room, I picked up the blanket and splayed it across the items. “Open.” I said looking at her. Larissa’s eyes fluttered open before her expression turned confused, she rose from her chair and rounded the table she was sat at. “What is it exactly?” She asked in a low raspy voice. “See for yourself.” I said taking a step back, only now is it that i find myself so incredibly nervous, I hope this isn’t to much, what if she hates them.
Standing fiddling with my hands, I cautiously watch Larissa as she takes slow steps toward whatever was beneath the fabric. She grasped the corner of the blanket and lifted it up gently revealing the vanity I agreed to give her and as told I fixed, well slightly tweaked, I had extended the legs, retouched the paint and polished the top. Larissa let out a breath that sounded like ‘oh’ and faced me with wide eyes. “Is that ok?” I asked. She nodded before saying anything. “I-I…” she started struggling to find words. “Violet.” She managed to whisper as she was taking her time to examine it again as if she hadn’t already seen it before. I wandered slowly beside her. “I know that it’s probably not really your thing but I just thought if you wanted to…” I leaned forward and winded the internal music box that’s located on the side.
The melody of ‘once upon a December’ emanated from within it. “I know it’s kinda sil-.” I said before she cut me off. “No.” I straightened up and looked at her. “No. This is… beautiful, truly.” She said. “You still have another one.” I spoke. Larissa moved a little closer to the next covered item, it was far larger than the vanity, she re-grasped the blanket and completely pulled it off. “Oh my god! Is this!…is this a desk!?- for me?” She asked excitedly, she dropped the cloth to the floor and was just about jumping for joy. “I thought you deserved a better one than that crappy thing you have, do you mind?” I asked. “Do I mind!? Are you serious! Look at it vi, it’s so big and gorgeous.” She giggled and clamped her hands on my shoulders shaking me a little. “Well it’s all yours, your very own big girl desk.” I laughed. “I don’t even know what to say, just- oh thank you darling I love it, I love it so so much.” She said wrapping her arms around me.
I pulled away and tried to hide my red cheeks, Larissa’s hands found purchase together against her chest and I could tell she couldn’t stop grinning. After a while we decided to completely remove her old shitty desk and put her new one in its place doing the same with her vanity. “Hang on, how the hell did you get these up here and in the room with me hearing it?” She asked out of nowhere. I should have been more noisy. “I don’t muck around Larissa, I’m quite strong.” I said hoping she doesn’t pick up on the small lie. Later on once everything was in its place, I led her back down stairs to show her the end result of the installations in the classrooms.
Larissa was ecstatic about all of the work I had done, she feels so greatfull for all the effort I put into each and every piece I had made. It was almost 5pm by the time I walked her up to her office, she couldn’t help but go and touch the desk yet again.
“Stay right here I’ll be back In one moment.” She demanded. I stood in front of the fireplace waiting for her to return from the doors attached to the wall of the office. She came waltzing out and made a b-line for me. “Hold out your hand.” She asked, I did as she requested and place my palm up in the space between us. Larissa laid three stacks of hundred dollar bills in my hand, my eyes widened in shock. “Is 10,000 enough?” She asked. “No.” I said mechanically. “No? Another five?” She asked. “Oh god no! Larissa I don’t want this I don’t want any of it, you’re supposed to give my boss the money.” I said still holding it. “I’ve already paid for the schools components, this is for the desk and vanity, I know how much the materials cost, mahogany isn’t cheep.” She said. I lifted my free hand to reach for one of hers placing the cash back in her hands. “I don’t want or need a dollar of it Larissa, their a gift, you don’t pay for them, the pieces I used were all recycled from past projects, they don’t have any value… but I appreciate the offer.” I said. “You’re being stubborn sweetheart.” She hummed leaning closer and shoving the money in the back pocket of my pants. I had to physically refrain myself from pulling it out and giving it back to her again.
“Would you like a drink? A big girl drink to celebrate my new big girl desk hmm?” She asked rounding me and walking to a cabinet, she pulled out a bottle of red and a decanter of whiskey. “I don’t know I’ll have to think about it… yep thought about it!” I said reaching for the auburn liquid. Larissa passed me a glass to pour the drink into, as well as getting a wine glass for herself, it wasn’t a surprise that she had an entire cabinet full of liquor in her office I know if I had to stress over a thousand students and deal with the shit she does, I’d have the same.
Larissa kicked off her heels being done for the day and stood in front of the fire place. Orange and pink hues lit up the sky outside with bits of blue and purple, the setting sun casting rays into the clouds like perfection, I walked to the bay window in the room and pulled the curtains away to get a better view, Larissa noticed me not being near her and faced my position, she gazed at my form and the way my head involuntarily rolled to the side in appreciation for the the sky. She quietly moved to be beside me, I could feel her presence but I didn’t face her. Still looking out the window, my lips twitched into a small smile, the feeling of gazing at something so beautiful whilst being in the company of someone who’s just as- if not more beautiful, felt delightful, felt wonderful, right.
“You look like you’ve never seen a sunset before.” She mentioned in a quiet voice just above a whisper. “I haven’t… well no, I mean not for a very long time, I always get to work before sunrise and after sunset, on the weekends I try sleep long enough in the morning and in the evening all my curtains are drawn, because of the position it sets.” I said still looking out the window. I could tell Larissa was staring at me but I didn’t acknowledge it. “It is stunning.” She said finally looking out the glass.
Returning in front of the fire place, I put down the glass of whiskey an turn to Larissa who perched herself on the arm chair she dragged over. “What now?” I asked almost solemnly. “What do you mean?” She questioned taking another sip of her drink. “Well I’ve never been this…close to a client before, the jobs are done, everything is paid for… Is this it?” I wondered out loud not necessarily asking her per se, I guess just coming to relise that this is probably the end of whatever kind of relationship we have. Is it personal or still professional?
“I don’t think i would just stop talking to you. We’ve become good friends Violet… don’t you think?” She asked. Good friends, somehow that felt like a kick in the guts, it’s not like… well nevertheless this is good, good friends right? Good good friends. “Yes I agree, it’s just that I don’t have a lot of time to see you, your very busy, I don’t want to burden you with being yet another person you have to talk to.” I said quietly. “Don’t say that, I enjoy your company and look forward to spending time with you.” She spoke. I picked up my glass once again and held it out in front of me. “To being friends then.” I jokingly toasted. Larissa mimicked my actions and we both drank more.
An hour later and two bottles down I was sitting right next to her in another chair, with my boots off and jumper discarded along with them. We shared conversation about her staff and my past colleagues before she changed the subject. “So tell me, what do I not know about you? Five things go.” She asked. “Oh fuck I don’t know, ooh sorry.” I apologised for my language, thank god she doesn’t hear the vile things I say at work. “Um… five things?” I said out loud, at this point I was tipsy and had trouble retaining things that won’t want her to know, just yet at least.
“Uhh, I’m 38. My birthday is this month. Um, my parents are divorced, but I’m sure you put two and two together, they have been since I was 3. I change my hair all the time and…. I adore all kinds of art, drawings, paintings, poetry, music, all of the above really.” I spoke, pouring another glass for myself and topping up hers while I was at it. “You?” I asked. “Wow, I do have questions.” She said. “Mmmm?” I hummed in waiting. “What’s the date of your birthday and what was your previous hair like?” She asked, swirling around the liquid in her glass. “My birthday is the 12th and my hair was dark brown and very long.” I stated. “I honestly can’t picture it.” She said. I laughed at her, I had to remember not to show her a photo.
“Enough about me though I wanna know about you.” I said. “Ok well I’m 48, and my birthday is the 24th of February. I was raised in a ridiculously lavish lifestyle that I don’t usually brag about, with both my parents. And… I’ve looked the same for years not very much has changed. I too love the arts, usually when I go back to London I visit lots of museums and spend hours a day just wandering around them.” She expressed casually. “You’re so… cool, really, you’re so lucky.” I said. “Why?” She giggled. “I don’t know, your freedom, your ability to be so free when you’re alone.” I said. “And your not?” She asked. “No.” I said not elaborating, wanting to move away from the subject.
“I have another question.” I asked. “You don’t have to answer, but if you went here and your the principal… does that make you an outcast to?” I questioned hoping not to seem nosy. “Yes… is that a problem for you?” She asked. “No!” I said a bit to loud. “Not at all, just, wondering… I think it’s extraordinary honestly.” I said hoping to easy her obviously defensive demeanour. “Sorry i shouldn’t pry.” I said. “It’s ok, I knew you would ask eventually.” She smiled. “If you don’t mind me asking- what, are you though, you don’t need to tell me I’m just curious.” I asked. “What do you think I am?” She wondered raising her brows with a smirk.
“Let’s see… I know you’re not a vampire- no fangs, not a werwolf- to tame, clearly not a gorgon- self explanatory, I know you don’t have telekinesis- not very Larissa, that leaves siren or a seer, but that’s still not right.” I said her face grew more amused indicating I’m right, I’m getting warmer. “I don’t think you’re very common… something special, different, rare perhaps.” I said, she slightly eased her shoulders, but shrugging trying not to give anything away. My eyes flicked down to her necklace while I was observing her state, a moment went by and Larissa could see the gears turning in my head, the longer I looked at it the more I realised how much she thinks I’ll never guess, little does she know that I can see her in plain sight. I snap my eyes to hers and grin not saying a thing.
The more I gazed into her eyes my smile spread and Larissa’s faded. “I know what you are.” I whispered. She scoffed in an attempt to make my decision falter. “You seem so sure.” She said. “I am.” I stated. “So what’s your conclusion?” She hummed. “You know it’s very clever to hide your identity you do it very well.” I said leaning into grasp the chain around her neck. “But not clever enough… remember when I said your necklace was personally made? I should have realised then.” I traced the metal with my thumb, my eyes boring holes into hers. “You my dear are a shapeshifter.” I said knowing I just won this twisted and unspoken game.
“Very good, your no fool.” She said averting her gaze and taking a large gulp of wine. I sat back relaxing against the back of the chair, my chest flushed and fluttering from the close proximity and the reality of the situation. “Do you have another secret I can know?” I asked randomly to break the silence, still up for conversation. “What kind of secret?” She questioned, seemingly un-apposed to continue. “how about love interest, anyone your interested in or have loved in the past?” I asked pretty care free, the alcohol clearly the one talking. “Oh god. No im not really interested in anyone im married to my career, past loves, that is a whole other story. A whole other story.” She said. “Tell me? Please?” I asked. “Well it’s complicated, maybe another time.” She said quietly. “No I respect that, but it always is isn’t it… complicated.” “Always.” She replied.
More hours went by just talking and drinking, it was never my intention to get drunk, just saying that sounds ridiculous, I hardly ever drink and when I do I still have a high tolerance, safe to say I’ve drank enough alcohol within a couple of hours to last a week’s hangover. Larissa was to, not that would ever admit, so much for me being the stubborn one, she was giddy though and I couldn’t stop laughing, if I was sober and sat back watching as a different person I’d be repulsed, but than again I don’t have it in me to care.
Thinking it was a great idea I stood and fell on my ass-Well my ass fell on her. I was trying to walk around Larissa but my knee gave way and I fell into her lap. “Shit! oh my god sorry.” I said laughing, Larissa wrapped her hand around me to stabilise, but she held onto my waist and wouldn’t let me get up. “It’s ok.” She said trailing her hand further to my hip. My cheeks burned, blushing like an idiot, Larissa didn’t say another word, her eyes flicking around the room, I could feel her stiffen as I tried to get up again, but she tightened the grip, her face to was a shade of pink I was lucky to see through the orange glow of the room. “Stay.” She said, but it wasn’t sexual or flirty in any manner, it almost sounded like a sad plea.
If she wouldn’t let me go I may as well get comfortable, I wrapped my arm around her neck and rolled my hips sideways so I was just about hugging her, I rested my head on my bicep and let my feet dangle over the side of the chair. “I’m really heavy, are you sure you’re ok?” I asked. “Yes.” She whispered her gaze now set on the fire, A minute later she spoke again. “You’re not heavy either.” She said. I could feel myself slightly sobering up and hear my heart beating In my ears. I lifted my head so my chin was resting on my arm as well as shifting my elbow manoeuvring my hand to gently stroke her hair. “God you’re so pretty, you know that.” I whispered accidentally letting it slip whilst looking in her dark blue eyes. She turned her head to look at me, her gaze unfaltering and expression melancholy.
Subtly moving again her shoulders caught my attention, how I didn’t notice before was beyond me. “Ohh, you have little freckles.” I said grinning using my free hand to trace her skin, halting my movements on her hair. “They’re like little stars kissing your skin.” I whispered, my eyes unable to retain the average amount of liquid as they became glassy from the heightened emotions, silly I know but for someone who hardly gets emotional over something someone else would find a common thing to be upset or happy about, it’s a big deal.
Larissa was feeling so many thing in that moment, although it was anything but relaxed, she was calm but also a bit nervous and insecure, for the longest time she hasn’t had the privilege of being called such nice things like pretty, or such admiration towards what’s she deems as flaws, because that’s what she saw and heard, admiration. She isn’t just looking in my eyes when I say them, she’s peering into my soul, finding nothing but kind and pure intentions behind every word. Many people thought she ought to be a cunning woman who’s only goal is to be in control and do what ever she can to get her way, in some aspect it was true but she wasn’t a horrid, selfish or malicious person, behind the layers of professionalism she was just Larissa Weems. Rissa. Just Rissa.
I hadn’t seen my oversized work shirt gape at the front, not until I relised Larissa was looking, but in her line of sight wasn’t my bra nor cleavage, it was the stretch marks. Once it clicked, I sat up and removed my arm from around her and shot up swaying a little. Larissa was startled at the sudden movement and stood, her brows came together in confusion and also fright, hoping that what she did wasn’t what scared you away, but she was wrong. Panic riddled my being, I was becoming short of breath and the alcohol didn't help. "I-I'm sorry Violet, please forgive me that was utterly wrong of me to do I apologise." She said fiddling with her fingers on either side of herself. "Please... please forget you saw them." I whispered just about inaudible, but loud enough for her to hear. "What?" She breathed. "I don't-I don't want you to see them." I said looking at my feet. "No I should have not been looking at your br-... oh... oh." She realised it wasn't what she thought, she did infact look at the marks but only for a moment not even long enough to process what she was doing, this is worse, Larissa's stomach churned and her heart tinged at the thought of me panicking because of natural marks on my skin. "Oh darling, I- I wasn't, I wasn't judging, please you have to believe me." She said taking a step forward, I took a step back.
I spun around and picked up my jumper and shoes off the floor and clutched the boots, throwing the piece of clothing on, I struggled for a moment before it finally slipped over my head. "What are you doing?" She asked. "I need to go, I need to go home." I said. "No please it's late, you've had to much to drink you can't drive... just... stay, you can stay here." She said hopefully. She could see my jaw tensing and it was making her more anxious. "Don't bite so hard sweetheart." She said knowingly. I did stop but I still debated just going home, call a cab or a fucking Uber and leave.
I let out a breath i knew i was holding and dropped my shoes to the side. Larissa did the same exhaling slowly, she took another step towards me so slow as if I'd run away if she moved to quickly. It didn't take long until she reached me and grasped my hand. "Come on I'll put you to bed." I absentmindedly flowed her to the doors that access her quarters. I didn't look around the only thing I saw was the floor and then the edge of the bed. Larissa sat me down and retrieved a pair of pyjamas, a glass of water and meds. "Here you can have these to change into, and have the tablets you'll feel ok in the morning." She had another set of tablets for herself and took them taking sip from the glass than passed it to me giving my own meds. "You don't mind that I had some?" She asked. "No I don't mind." I said with my voice breaking a little.
Larissa let me be to change and came back from her bathroom in her own pyjamas and her hair in a lose braid. She walked over to the other side of the bed and reached over to grab my clothes and place them on a nere by chair making sure to pull out the cash and wrap it into my jumper, when she came back Larissa grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her arm and grabbed the throw at the end of the bed. Turning off the large light and leaving on the lamp she paced to the doorway and turned around. "You think you will be ok?" She asked. "Where are you going?" I wondered. “I’m just going to sleep on the futon in the office.” She said as if I was supposed to know that. “No you’re not, you’re sleeping in your bed, I- I’m… not going to allow you to sleep elsewhere in your own home, otherwise I’m just going to leave, unless you want me to sleep out there.” I expressed. Larissa walked back towards the other side of the bed and threw the pillow and blanket back in place and ungraciously fell into bed. I sat up and pulled the covers over myself and her, I practically just tucked her in, making sure she had enough blanket and pulled it up and over her chest leaving her arm out, she was laying in her side facing me and eyeing my movements, curious, she thought.
In all honesty it’s been a very long time since I’ve consumed so much alcohol, I’m glad I don’t feel sick, a part of me is greatfull that I have an excuse to stay but another part is still trying to retreat. Don’t get too close, she will dispose of you, you know what happened last time Violet. Apart of me vaguely thought. Larissa was cautiously watching me as my brows came together in a distasteful manner she wondered what I was thinking, but failed to ask. I rolled over to turn off the lamp beside me and got comfortable again in my original position laying on my side to face her.
Mindlessly I reach for the hem of her satin sleeve on Larissa exposed arm, playing with it for a while I push it upward to reveal her freckled arms again, I can still see them, so clear, so golden in the silver moonlight. The domesticity of how uncannily stunning just one little part of her is, just about bring tears to my eyes. I trace over them again raising goosebumps to the surface of her skin, once I’d had enough and my arm was burning I let myself steal a glance at her, only to find Larissa had already been gazing at me. Feeling the blood rush to my face I went to turn over, however she stopped me from doing so by grasping my shoulder.
It wasn’t just me admiring, Larissa had watched the entire time I was kindly examining, she’s not sure why, but when I’m near her she can’t help but feel so secure, so safe, so… cared for. When she grasped my shoulder to stop me from rolling over, her fingers involuntarily gripped harder to feel the muscle she didn’t acquire, when she found herself doing it Larissa revoked her hand. Her hair is what I focused on, not wanting to hold eye contact, it’s the same colour as the moon itself, just as bright, just as alluring, I stretched out to move the loose bit of hair around her forehead and continued the path all the way to the end of her braid.
What surprised me was that she did exactly the same to me, brushing the bits of hair that had fallen from my ponytail out of my eyes and behind my ear. This time, I looked at her, I really looked at her, taking in every single detail of her face, every line and wrinkle, her eyes. I wish I could see her without makeup. She still adorned makeup but didn’t have her lipstick on, the red stain is what’s left. Larissa let me grab her cheek and stroke it, I ever so slightly brushed my thumb over her cheekbone caressing it carefully almost as if I would hurt her. “I’m scared, I’m so scared.” I said as a breathless whisper. Larissa stayed silent but I could see her wordlessly asking me to elaborate, I shouldn’t have let that out, she doesn’t understand what I mean, I hope she doesn’t, I don’t want her to.
Larissa’s eyes scanned over my features again and she let out a shaky exhale. “I know.” She said, well then. I closed my eyes and moved closer to rest my forehead against hers. Still stroking her face I jutted my chin forward slowly, only a strand of hair widths away from her lips, our breaths deep and thorough. I pulled away to ask permission, Larissa opens her eyes and nodded knowing what I wanted to ask. I leaned back in brushing her lips with my own, she didn’t hold her breath and embraced the moment, both of us letting it happen, Violet… Larissa had grasped my waist trying to pull me closer but I arched my back trying to move away from her touch. Stop now. I did everything to keep that fucking voice at bay, I want this, she seems to want this but I can’t do it. Kissing Larissa was the best experience, the softness of her lips, the alcohol I could taste, she was my every sense, touch, taste, smell, even with my eyes closed I could see her, hear her.
VIOLET STOP. Larissa’s hand just landed on my hip before I ripped away from her completely. I rolled over trying to catch my breath, guilt came gnawing, I squeezed my eyes shut so hard the insides of my eye lids became kaleidoscopic, Larissa was confused, had she done something wrong? Did i not want this? For a while she say laying in the same position just staring at my back, the way she felt so uneasy as to what to do now, does she leave? Does she stay? Her internal questioning was put to a slow when I reached behind me and found her hand, I intertwined our fingers and pulled her arm to wrap under my elbow.
Larissa let out a breath that ghosted over my neck and shoulder, releasing the pent up adrenaline. The longer we stayed there the more I let myself melt into her touch, my back against her front, the sound of her heartbeat. I wish I hadn’t done what I did, but I also know it was the right thing to do. Safe to say the both of us are snapped back to sober at this point and with the alcohol wearing off it won’t take long for sleep to overtake me.
In many, many years this will be the first time I go to bed and I’m not alone, I don’t need a pillow to give the support that isn’t enough, I don’t need back round noise to interject the raging thoughts and loneliness. I have her, I have Larissa, this may be the last time but I know to cherish every fucking second whether I’m in the waking world or not. Her embrace is comforting and gentle, her touch is soft and soothing, as of now I’m going to let myself succumb to sleep and work out what’s going on tomorrow. Once Larissa knew I was asleep she placed a kiss to my shoulder and whispered.
‘goodnight sweetheart.’
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Steve Harrington time stamps
For when you just want to watch Steve’s scenes
I had the idea to do this during my current rewatch thanks to @harmonictechnicality (who was very happy for me to post this) and then @al-ghoul sent me his timestamps so a HUGE thank you there!
Oh, and @faequeentitania has a supercut of all of Eddie's scenes (link is in their bio) so I didn’t add Eddie’s time stamps to this post
My original intention was to not post this until it was completely done, but I honestly don't have much energy right now, so there are only time stamps up to S04E05. But I do intend to finish it one day! (If anyone wants to help out with the remaining ones, that would be great.) You can also see where the formatting changes and that's where I stopped typing up my notes and just used what @al-ghoul sent me, but I do want to reformat it so it's uniform, and add in songs used for his scenes, but I just wanted to get this out there
And I want to say sorry if someone has already done something like this in the meantime! I tried searching but Tumblr search isn't great
SEASON ONE
Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers
14:54 - 16:07 Steve’s first appearance in his rendezvous with Nancy in the bathroom
37:59 - 38:42 Mike sees Steve trying to climb through Nancy’s window
41:04 - 43:12 helping Nancy study
Chapter Two: The Weirdo on Maple Street
12:26 - 14:04 asking Nancy to the party at his house (mention of his parents); the scene cuts to Nancy and Jonathan at 13:20 but you can still see Steve in the background until 14:04
38:17 - 38:37 opening the door for Nancy and Barb (song: Raise a Little Hell by Trooper*)
43:06 - 45:39 pool scene with the drinking, etc., with Tommy H, Carol, Nancy and Barb (song: I Melt With You by Modern English)
49:18 - 49:40 drying off and going upstairs
50:22 - 51:18 we see Steve and Nancy through the window from Jonathan’s POV then it cuts to inside Steve’s room
52:36 - 52:50 getting hot and heavy with Nancy (song: tiniest snippet of the opening strains of Hazy Shade of Winter by The Bangles)
*seems to be playing inside Steve’s house because it’s muffled and gets louder when he opens the doors
Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly
00:40 - 1:50 sleeping with Nancy, intercut with Barb being killed (song: Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner)
3:03 - 3:50 Nancy tries to wake Steve, then leaves
10:16 - 11:11 at Nancy’s locker
20:48 - 21:56 cafeteria with Tommy H, Carol and Nancy
30:07 - 32:16 confronting Jonathan about photos
36:01 - 36:43 waiting for the game in the hallway with Tommy H, Carol and Nancy; Nancy leaves
Chapter Four: The Body
13:16 - 14:30 meeting Nancy between buildings; asks her not to tell the cops about the beer (mention of parents)
Chapter Five: The Flea and the Acrobat
25:47 - 27:51 Steve shows up at Nancy’s to say sorry and invite her to the movies (mention of parents; song: Steve singing a bit of Old Time Rock and Roll)
Chapter Six: The Monster
3:29 - 4:45 driving to Nancy’s with Tommy H and Carol; sees Jonathan and Nancy on bed through window (song: Sunglasses at Night by Corey Hart*)
30:46 - 33:18 alley fight with Jonathan
* playing on the car stereo
Chapter Seven: The Bathtub
14:21 - 16:00 Tommy brings Steve a can of Coke and painkillers; Steve has fight with Tommy and Carol then drives off
18:40 - 19:21 offers to help scrub graffiti off cinema marquee
Chapter Eight: The Upside Down
14:42 - 17:03 comes to Jonathan’s to say sorry; gets introduced to the upside down shenanigans
18:53 - 22:00 Nancy gives Steve an out; he runs, then he comes back (it cuts to Hopper and Joyce at 21:18 for a couple of seconds)
22:27 - 23:50 following the lights with Nancy and Jonathan that Joyce and Hopper are lighting up as they go through the UD version (intercut with scenes of Joyce and Hopper)
48:01 - 48:24 epilogue snuggling on couch with Nancy in Christmas sweater
SEASON TWO
Chapter One: Madmax
12:13 - 14:02 Nancy looking over Steve’s essay in the car outside the school (song: Talking in Your Sleep by The Romantics)
20:09 - 20:38 waiting by the corner in the hallway to pick Nancy up and twirl her around by the lockers
31:38 - 33:50 dinner with Nancy at Barb’s parents
Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak
15:58 - 19:22 studying in the library with Nancy/Steve is worried about the government if they talk too much about what happened and suggests going to party and pretend everything is normal (between 17:15 to 17:36 it cuts to Nancy thinking she sees Barb)
31:23 - 32:17 Tommy H and Billy come over while Steve is with Nancy at the party; Tommy H: “We’ve got a new keg king, Harrington.” (Song: Shout at the Devil by Mötley Crüe)
42:03 - 44:14 dancing with Nancy (song Girls on Film by Duran Duran)/spills drink on her/bathroom ‘bullshit’ scene
Chapter Three: The Pollywog
19:11 - 21:14 playing basketball against Billy (Song: Go! By Tones on Tail) and talking with Nancy between the buildings
Chapter Four: Will the Wise
16:23 - 17:53 basketball again (Song: Scarface (Push it to the Limit) from Scarface) and the shower scene with Tommy H and Billy
Chapter Five: Dig Dug
35:17 - 35:52 shows up to Nancy’s with flowers and is waylaid by Dustin
Chapter Six: The Spy
00:51 - 3:43 In car with Dustin (song: Hammer to Fall by Queen*) going to kill Dart with bat
12:39 - 13:06 bringing meat with Dustin
24:51 - 27:34 laying trap for Dart with Dustin (meat on the railroad tracks) and talking about girls
31:48 - 32:37 at the junkyard with Dustin
33:10 - 33:21 at the junkyard with Dustin, Lucas and Max
35:27 - 35:38 fortifying the bus/setting stuff up at the junkyard
35:49 - 36:02 pouring gasoline
36:48 - 37:01 going into the bus
37:44 - 38:24 inside the bus; flicking the lighter
40:46 - 45:06 demodogs appear; Steve goes out as bait/to fight them
* playing on the car stereo
Chapter Seven: The Lost Sister
Doesn’t appear in this episode
Chapter Eight: The Mind Flayer
08:35 - 10:33 walking from the junk yard with kids at night, looking for Dart on the train tracks
13:27 - 13:56 in front of Hawkins lab; meet up with Nancy and Jonathan
15:15 - 15:45 in front of the lab
16:15 - 16:21 gate opens
21:58 - 22:22 waiting at gate; Hopper picks them up
23:06 - 23:42 at the Byers’
24:43 - 29:03 in Byers’ kitchen; Steve is in and out of the frame/sometimes in the background
29:23 - 29:55 duct-taping the shed with Nancy
31:51 - 32:07 finishing the shed with everyone
33:05 - 33:10 practicing with a bat at Byers'
34:32 - 34:35 blinking lights at Byers’
38:52 - 39:16 morse code
40:31 - 40:56 “close gate”
41:31 - 41:37 hearing demodogs
42:15 - 44:34 preparing to fight/El arrives
S02E09:
00:07:23 Steve (at Byers with everyone) (00:08:03)
00:09:08 Steve (at Byers backyard with Nancy) (00:10:02)
00:10:50 Steve (on the Byers porch with kids) (00:11:06)
00:15:22 Steve (putting demodog in the fridge) (00:15:57)
00:16:17 Steve (at the Byers with the kids / Billy arrives) (00:19:09)
00:19:47 Steve (fighting Billy) (00:21:02)
00:24:41 Steve (waking up in the car with Max) (00:25:54)
00:26:43 Steve (arriving to the tunnels) (00:28:17)
00:30:00 Steve (at the tunnels) (00:31:42)
00:33:40 Steve (torching the tunnels while Will burns) (00:34:43)
00:36:52 Steve (running through the tunnels) (00:36:59)
00:38:00 Steve (freeing Mike / meeting Dart) (00:39:38)
00:40:16 Steve (running out of the tunnels) (00:41:19)
00:43:40 Steve (gate closed) (00:43:44)
00:45:19 Steve (at the Barb's funeral) (00:45:27)
00:48:51 Steve (driving Dustin to the Snow Ball) (songs: Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar and Twist of Fate by Olivia Newton-John*) (00:50:10)
*both are playing inside the Snow Ball Edit: actually the Pat Benatar song seems to be coming from his car on re-watching 😅 it definitely sounded like from inside the building to me before but now it doesn’t
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S03E01:
00:09:15 Steve (letting the kids through Scoops Ahoy back door) (00:09:40)
00:10:46 Steve (lights go out) (00:11:01)
00:12:12 Steve (lights go back) (00:12:18)
00:24:42 Steve (Scoops Ahoy with Robin, hitting on ladies) (00:26:46)
S03E02:
00:10:15 Steve (Scoops Ahoy with Dustin) (00:12:34)
00:17:52 Steve (translating Russian with Dustin) (00:19:24)
00:35:27 Steve (Robin translated first Russian) (00:35:54)
00:41:26 Steve (mall after hours with Robin and Dustin) (00:43:37)
S03E03:
00:17:23 Steve (spying for spies in the mall with Dustin) (00:19:19)
00:27:12 Steve (found a sport fitness "spy" with Dustin) song: Wake Me Up Before you Go-Go by Wham!* (00:28:32)
00:29:20 Steve (with Dustin returning to Scoop Ahoy) (00:29:26)
00:30:03 Steve (Robin cracked the code) (00:30:12)
00:39:20 Steve (in the rain looking at delivery) (00:40:30)
*playing in the jazzercise class
S03E04:
00:09:04 Steve (Scoops Ahoy, devising a plan) 00:10:08
00:21:14 Steve (Robin brings Starcourt blueprints) (00:22:58)
00:24:32 Steve (bringing Erica into the plan) (00:25:11)
00:34:51 Steve (Erica goes into the vent) (00:35:05)
00:36:22 Steve (Erica got to the room) (00:37:00)
00:40:28 Steve (opening the boxes with the team Scoops) (00:42:08)
S03E05:
00:00:07 Steve (the elevator room falling) (00:01:58)
00:16:25 Steve (stuck in / getting out of the elevator room) (00:19:46)
00:25:19 Steve (walking the tunnel) (00:27:16)
00:34:40 Steve (finding the russian base / fighting the guard) (00:37:01)
00:37:21 Steve (Robin found The Machine) (00:38:21)
S03E06:
00:00:14 Steve (being apprehended by russians) (00:01:48)
00:17:12 Steve (being beaten up / questioned by the russians) (00:20:21)
00:31:06 Steve (tied to a chair with Robin) (00:35:58)
00:45:25 Steve (truth serum kicks in / Dustin saves them) (00:48:50)
S03E07:
00:06:31 Steve (Dustin is driving away through the tunnel / elevator) (00:08:45)
00:13:13 Steve (running from the mall guards into the cinema) (00:14:04)
00:14:30-32 / 00:14:41-44 (tweedldee and tweedledum in the cinema)
00:23:19 Steve (drunk with Robin in the cinema hallway) (00:25:08)
00:28:27 Steve (confesses Robin in the cinema restroom) (00:35:02)
00:39:07 Steve (sneaking out of the restroom) (00:40:03)
00:48:50 Steve (hiding from mall guards under the counter) (00:49:16)
00:49:41 Steve (El defeated the guards) (00:50:51)
00:51:09-14 Steve (El collapses)
S03E08:
00:00:36 Steve (Eleven's fucked up leg) 00:01:25
00:02:50 Steve (El pulls the Flayer out of the leg) (00:03:16)
00:04:28 Steve (everyone is catching up on things) (00:05:11)
00:06:34 Steve (hanging around while everyone prepares) (00:06:43)
00:07:40 Steve (driving away from the mall) (00:08:10)
00:13:32 Steve (driving kids to the radio hill) (00:14:42)
00:17:50 Steve (on the radio hill) (00:18:19)
00:24:19 Steve (on the radio hill, Flayer attacks Starcourt) (00:25:12)
00:26:03 Steve (on the radio hill running back to the car) (00:26:14)
00:32:54 Steve (hitting Billy's car at Starcourt, Nancy's driving away) 00:33:35
00:34:39 Steve (Flayer pursues the car, Suzie appears) (00:34:50)
00:35:49-53 Steve (in the car while Dustin sings over the radio)
00:36:28-31 Steve (in the car while Dustin and Suzie both singing)
00:38:04 Steve (in the car while Flayer goes back to Starcourt)
00:42:29-34 Steve (throwing fireworks at the Flayer in the mall)
00:43:03-04 Steve (keeps throwing)
00:44:16-22 Steve (on the radio with Dustin)
00:50:33 Steve (Flayer disassembles) (00:50:43)
00:54:58-01 Steve (at the ER car in the background)
00:56:44 Steve (arriving with Robin at the Family Video for a job) (00:58:04)
00:58:55 Steve (bumping into the cardboard figure) (00:59:12)
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S04E01:
00:15:24 Steve (in car with Robin) (00:16:58)
00:54:43 Steve (with Brenda at basketball game) (00:56:24)
S04E02:
00:07:56 Steve (at Family Video with Robin) (00:09:49)
00:28:13 Steve (at Family Video with Max & Dustin) (00:29:06)
00:44:58 Steve (at Family Video flirting / searching for Rick) (00:47:43)
01:01:45 Steve/Eddie (at Reefer Rick's) (01:06:14)
01:07:22 Eddie, Steve (talks about Chrissy / Vecna revealed) (01:12:30)
S04E03:
00:12:28 Eddie, Steve (receiving supplies at Rick's) (00:14:23)
00:15:14 Steve (at Fred's crime scene) (00:15:29)
00:25:29 Steve (with kids and Nancy discussing Vecna) (00:28:12)
00:38:21 Steve (outside shrink's house in the car) (00:39:28)
00:41:22 Steve (driving away from the shrink) (00:41:33)
00:42:00 Steve (driving the car while Lucas radioes) (00:42:43)
00:50:53 Steve (breaking into school shrink's office at night) (00:51:38)
00:55:54 Steve (at the shrink's office) (00:56:53)
S04E04:
00:02:09 Steve (school after Max's episode, Nancy and Robin arrive) (00:04:50)
00:07:29 Steve (the Wheeler's house - Max writes letters, Nancy and Robin arrive) (00:10:44)
00:17:35 Steve (Max finished the letters, wants to go) (00:20:04)
00:31:33 Steve (driving Max to the trailer park) (00:31:53)
00:34:35-49 Steve (Max returns to the car)
00:48:17 Steve (driving Max to the cemetery) (00:49:00)
01:02:32 Steve (going for Max at the cemetery) (01:03:04)
01:03:17 Steve (trying to wake Max up) (01:03:35)
01:04:58-07 Steve (with Dustin and Lucas trying to wake Max up)
01:09:01-12 Steve (Dustin brings music to Max)
01:10:45 Steve (everyone searching for the tape) (01:11:06)
01:11:50-00 Steve (Max flies)
01:13:43 Steve (Max is out) (01:14:14)
S04E05:
00:14:32 Steve (sleeping in Wheeler's basement) (00:14:38)
00:36:19 Steve (arriving at Creel's house with everyone) (00:40:06)
00:49:55 Steve (checking Creel's house with DNR) (00:52:36)
#Steve harrington#stranger things#st4#steddie#steve x eddie#st3#st1#st2#(steddie is the target audience but it's also for anyone!!)#(reblogs very much appreciated on this one!)
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my house of stone, your ivy grows
chapter six
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summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.
tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline, age gap
Kiwo was doing better, Yoongi thought. As the days went on, she fought less and talked more. She still avoided Yoongi at all costs, refusing to go to bed with him or sit anywhere near him, but she was less hostile. Sometimes Yoongi would even catch her soft and curious stares towards him.
Monday came around, and Yoongi noted that Kiwo had class today at 10:30 am. This week, Yoongi himself would escort her to class and wait until she had finished ensuring she would behave. Next week, Jungkook would be with her (if Kiwo decided she wanted to continue courses).
"So, Kiwo," Yoongi looked over at the more petite girl in the passenger seat. "When are all of your classes time-wise?"
Kiwo kept her eyes glued to her feet, "Uh, today I have Ethics from 10:30 to 11:30. Then I have Writing from 3 to 4, and Korean classes from 4 to 5."
Yoongi gave her a small smile, "Now, would you like to take a nap during your break or go out for lunch?" Yoongi was giving her a chance to behave in public. He would take her out to a nice, casual place for lunch if she chose. But, he understood that Kiwo was shy, and, just like Yoongi, appreciated any chance to sleep. A small 'I don't know' brought Yoongi out of his head. The two continued the drive in silence.
They eventually pulled into a parking lot outside of the building where Kiwo had her class, and Yoongi placed a gentle hand on Kiwo's knee. She pulled her knee away and brought her knees to her chest after unbuckling the seatbelt. Yoongi looked at her with curious squinted eyes, wondering what made Kiwo so anxious and shy all of a sudden.
"Do you want me to walk you inside?" Yoongi asked, and Kiwo shook her head frantically. While Yoongi couldn't see her face behind her arms, he could hear her shaking breaths and sniffles, indicating that she was crying.
Yoongi sighed. He had absolutely no clue what was going on with the young girl- he assumed she would be happy to leave him. This left him emotionally torn between the pain of seeing her so upset and the joy of knowing she wanted to be with him. Kiwo's cries turned into loud sobs as she spoke.
"I just wanna go home!" She yelled as her cries and sobs escalated. Yoongi placed a hand on the top of her head, gently stroking her hair as he softly shushed her.
"We'll go home, baby. Just put your seatbelt back on."
"NO!" Kiwo screamed, and glared at Yoongi, "I wanna go to MY home!" Kiwo turned her back to Yoongi, curled up on the seat, and tried her hardest to open the car door. Yoongi had yet to unlock it. He stared at the girl with sadness in his eyes- this wasn't what he expected.
The two aimlessly drove around Seoul until Kiwo had calmed down. Eventually, Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of a small park with a pond and waterfall. At some point, Kiwo had unfurled herself from the fetal position and was sitting normally in the passenger seat, staring out at the pond. They sat in silence, enjoying the sounds of nature. It was a much more welcoming environment than the busyness of the rest of Seoul. It felt peaceful. Yoongi looked over at Kiwo.
"Do you want to go sit by the flowers?" He asked. Kiwo simply nodded, and Yoongi clicked the unlock button on the car. Opening the car door for her, Yoongi grabbed her hand and led her over to the small patch of tulips by the water. They sat down on the soft grass, Kiwo still avoiding Yoongi's lingering gaze. She stared blankly out at the pond and the overarching trees. After a moment, she spoke up quietly.
"Why me?" She asked though Yoongi could barely hear her. Why her? There were a million reasons why it was her, but the rambling would just overwhelm Kiwo. Yoongi sighed and grabbed Kiwo's face, forcing her to look at him.
"Because you're beautiful, and I want to keep beautiful things happy and safe," Yoongi said, "I'm the only one that can do that for you."
Kiwo avoided eye contact the entire time. Nevertheless, Yoongi continued.
"You needed someone. You needed assurance, safety, and security. I can give you that. I could tell you were struggling, just begging for someone to save you."
"What did I do?" Kiwo asked, barely audible above the sounds of the waterfall.
"Nothing, dear. And everything. You did nothing and everything at the same time." It didn't make sense, Yoongi knew that. But it was true. Just her mere existence meant everything to Yoongi- she could just sit in his office corner for years and he would be the happiest man in the world just knowing Kiwo was his.
Only his.
They sat in silence again, taking in the relaxing scape that was the park. Kiwo rested her head on Yoongi's shoulder.
#bts fanfic#yoongi x reader#min yoongi#mafia au#bts little space#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#bts#vminhope#namjin#my house of stone your ivy grows
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aC on vacation
so here's a summary of day 1, more later when i feel like getting the photos off my phone
got to a hotel where my brother and his wife are staying because fuck driving several hours when i should be asleep. google maps sends me to a parallel fucking dimension where the hotel was built on the opposite side of the city. also the roads here are somehow iced over when most of the road leading here wasn't so go figure. we try to get dinner and almost everywhere is closed on account of the snow, except for this hole in the wall chinese takeout place, because if you can count on any place to be open, it's one of these. they make the best general tso's chicken i've had in a long time, it turns out
woke up at like four in the morning for our 7:30 am flight, because by airport logic being only two hours early is tantamount to no-showing. this was right after shit got polar so the roads were covered in ice. at the parking place, i tried and failed to get past a barrier before the lever arm came back down again because it was on a slight incline and i couldn't get enough traction to clear it before it closed. this happened like SIX TIMES, it was some Three Stooges shit
our shuttle takes us over to the airport. i stick to my brother like a little kid to his mom because he's done this before and i have not. the flight is going to be five hours. which doesn't make sense to me because the return flight is only supposed to be three and a half. i dunno, maybe headwinds or something? i'm not a fucking pilot. i'm anxious to get this part over with because, again, never flown before. after waiting for clearance for what feels like forever (justified, on account of ice) we're finally in the air. it's... nothing? it's kind of mundane and somehow boring. one of the greatest achievements in human history and the only difference between this and being on a bus packed full of strangers is there's no road to rumble against that eventually numbs your butt, and also it's several degrees of magnitude faster than a bus i suppose
we arrive at LAX and if i didn't already feel like a fish out of water then oh boy. how the fuck do people live like this? how do you figure out who's supposed to go where? it's like living in the Kowloon Walled City, thought the guy who grew up imagining anywhere big enough to have a walmart counted as a "big city"
we get another shuttle, this one absolutely cramped with people, to get to the rental car place. my brother argues with the guy (who isn't even actually *physically* there, he's somehow doing sales over Zoom or some shit) for like half an hour before telling him to cancel the whole thing. turns out they wanted close to four times what he was originally quoted and weren't budging. we decide to get an uber to the closest In-n-Out, because we're in California, and also starving, so why not. we're standing in line looking a bunch of huge dorks carrying around suitcases. if i was ever going to be mugged in broad daylight it would be right here, right now. i order a double double combo, swap out the tomato for onions because raw tomato has all the texture and flavor of a balloon filled with wet sand, and onions and cheeseburgers go together like chocolate and peanut butter. the burger's okay, i guess. the fries are the most boring fries i've ever eaten. at least it's probably the cheapest meal i'll have while i'm here
we take another uber to get to our airbnb, about 45 minutes out. every other billboard is this guy
we arrive and immediately notice something is wrong. it was advertised as 4 bed. there are TWO double beds. this is pretty good if you're two married couples and not so much if you're the double third wheel travelling with two married couples. there's one room with a folding leather futon and not much else that seems kind of pointless and i decide this is where i'll stay. turns out that futon is the least comfortable sleeping surface ever manufactured in human history and there are maybe three exact positions that are even kind of comfortable enough to fall asleep in while lying on it and not having an iron bar press up into your lower back or your shoulderblade or the back of your neck
END OF DAY 1
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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 13: Santa Claus is Coming to Town
Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)
Rating: G
Word Count: 2807
Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32
Today’s story was originally written as part of my Fluffy Friday’s collection. It was written just after 5a aired, and is now more of a post 5b canon divergence. Disappointed that no one seems to be in the Christmas spirit, Henry inadvertently casts a curse that will either spread Christmas cheer…or drive everyone nuts.
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CS genre: future fic (post 5b)
The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.
~Buddy the Elf~
Emma woke abruptly, hand going immediately to her racing heart. It had been six months since their return from the Underworld, but she still had the dream with frightening regularity: She had to watch Killian die again, sacrificing himself for all of them. They made it to the Underworld, but just as they were about to reach Killian, he slipped from her grasp, falling farther and farther away from her until he was lost to her for good.
She swiveled her head to the side and then sighed in relief. He lay there beside her, sleeping peacefully, the ghost of a smile on his lips. She still felt the tears gather at the thought that the reality had been far from her nightmare. She had found Killian; she’d brought him home. They’d married as soon as it could be arranged; neither wanting to wait another second to make the vows that would join them together as one forever.
Emma smoothed the unruly hair away from her husband’s face, and then bent down to kiss him, needing to reassure herself that he was alive and well and here with her. She’d meant it to be just a quick kiss, a peck, but the moment her lips met his, the familiar fire that was ever-present between them fanned into flame.
He groaned deep in his chest and breathed her name, hand coming to tangle in her hair, mouth slanting to meet hers, to deepen the kiss, before he was even fully awake. The kiss went on for long moments, becoming more all-consuming with each passing moment, but finally Killian pulled away, breathing heavily.
“That was quite the pleasant way to wake, my love,” he said, his voice still gravely from sleep. “To what do I owe this show of affection?”
She stroked his face, smiling down at him, not wanting to mar the moment with talk of her dream. She shrugged. “Merry Christmas, Killian.”
He gave her a searching look, his brow furrowing in obvious concern. “It was the dream again, wasn’t it, Swan?”
She flopped back onto her side of the bed with a sigh. The man was too perceptive for his own good. “Yeah. Six months back home and safe and everything, and I still have the dream. I just, I don’t know, I needed to reassure myself that you’re here and safe and all of that.”
He raised up on one elbow, looking down at her, running his fingers through her messy curls. After a moment he turned from concerned husband to dashing rapscallion. “I assure you I am, Emma. If you, however, need to be convinced, I’ve more than a few thoughts on how to put your mind at ease.”
Emma felt the desire coil deep within at the heated look in his eyes and she smiled up at him before bringing his mouth back to hers. “Yeah, I think I could use a little convincing, pirate.”
This kiss was all heat and white hot passion from the start. Emma felt Killian’s hand move to the buttons on her pajama top, and things were about to get really interesting, when suddenly their bedroom door slammed open.
“We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year,” came Leroy’s loud voice. A moment later, the man himself—along with his usual grumpy scowl—came into view.
“What the hell?” Killian growled as he rolled off of Emma and shot the dwarf a look that could kill.
Emma hastily re-buttoned her pajama top and then sat up, looking at the people pouring into her bedroom—the dwarfs, Regina and Robin, Granny and Ruby, her parents, Henry—the latter three looking extremely uncomfortable at the scene they’d burst in upon. “You guys ever think about, I don’t know, knocking before you barge into a person’s house? And their bedroom?”
“No time, sister,” Grumpy said with a scowl. “Seems like we’ve been cursed again and we’re gonna need the savior.”
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“Wait,” Emma said, holding up a hand and looking at her family and friends now surrounding her booth at Granny’s. “You’re telling me that Santa, Santa Claus is real too? And that he cursed us? How does this even happen?”
Ruby walked past singing “Santa baby”, while in the far corner Archie and Marco began a rousing chorus of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the year.” Henry joined Emma and Killian in their booth.
“Yeah…” he said, glancing aside. “I, um…I think this is my fault. I kind of wrote a letter to Santa and, well, this happened.”
“You…you wrote a letter to Santa asking him to curse us so that we all break out into Christmas songs every few moments?” Emma asked, rolling her eyes as the rest of the dwarfs surrounded Leroy and started singing “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.”
“Kid, this’s got to be the most annoying curse ever.”
“You’re telling me,” Granny groused, stopping by their booth on the way to serve a couple in the back who’d just begun serenading each other with Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, and looking very displeased about it. “If I have to hear Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer one more time, the blue-plate special might start coming with a side of poison.”
“Oh please,” Regina said with an eye roll worthy of a queen, “you think that’s bad? Roland’s been singing The Twelve Days of Christmas more or less non-stop for the past twenty-four hours. I’m about to go all Evil Queen on everyone.”
“Well, lad,” Killian said, fixing Henry with a stern, fatherly look, “your mother asked you a question. What have you to say for yourself? Why did you go to this ‘Santa’ fellow and request a curse?”
Henry sighed deeply. “I didn’t request a curse,” he said. “I just. I don’t know, I wanted everyone to get a little Christmas spirit, you know, after you all decided to skip Christmas and everything. I didn’t want Santa to curse you! I just thought we needed all the peace and love and joy and family and all that holiday stuff we could get after what we’ve been through. I asked Santa to help me think of a way to make everyone see that we need Christmas more than ever this year.”
“The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown, of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown,” Ashley and Thomas sang—in perfect harmony—as they stopped by the table. “Emma! You’ve got to help us stop this!”
“Alright everybody,” Emma said, bringing her hands to her temples. “Just…let me think for a minute.”
It was true what Henry said; they had made a town-wide decision to skip Christmas this year. It had been decided that after everything everyone had been through lately—between Zelena and the Queens of Darkness and then both Killian and her becoming Dark Ones and then Rumple’s renewed betrayal, and then going through hell to bring Killian back—that they deserved a break, a chance to just catch their breath and renew their strength before the next villain showed up (or Rumple found a way back from the Underworld where they’d left him). There was no doubt the new year would bring a new curse or villain or crisis of some type. Last thing they all needed was the hustle and bustle and stress of the Christmas season.
Henry had been disappointed, of course, but she’d promised to make it up to him. He’d seemed to accept it graciously enough after that, and Emma had hoped he accepted the town’s decision.
Guess not, if he was writing letters to Santa requesting Yuletide backup.
“Not to state the obvious,” Killian said, settling his arm around Emma’s waist, “but there is a tried and true method for breaking curses. Has anyone thought to try True Love’s Kiss?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” David said turning toward Mary Margaret.
Emma watched as her father bent toward her mother, as Robin took Regina in his arms, and then felt her own true love nudge her with his hook. “Shall we do our part as well, love?”
“Yeah, I think we’d better,” Emma said, smiling up at him. She took his face into her hands and pulled him down to her. This kiss was warm and sweet as ever, sending a rush of her true love magic rushing through her system—but no pulse of electricity; no waves of rainbow-tinted light.
As the strains of Mulan singing Do You Hear What I Hear filled the otherwise quiet diner, Emma came to realize they were dealing with a foe more formidable than any of them had expected.
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It was a rather demoralized group that trudged back into Granny’s a couple hours later. Sleepy sang “Deck the Halls” in between yawns, but otherwise silence reigned. They’d yet to find a cure for their musical malady.
This “Christmas” was an odd custom, Killian thought to himself as he slid into a booth and then promptly laced his fingers with his wife’s. It was purported to be a happy time, full of magic and merriment, but the residents of Storybrooke regarded it nearly as drudgery.
Then there was this “Santa Claus” fellow. Per Swan, he was said to be the very embodiment of the Christmas spirit—both jolly and benevolent.
Having just met the man, he could vouch for the jolly part, but benevolent…that was far more up for debate.
They’d no more than determined True Love’s Kiss was not a solution to this particular curse than Belle had burst into the diner, book in hand (singing “Jingle Bell Rock” under her breath—an odd song, that).
“I think I know who Santa is in Storybrooke!” she’d announced. “You know that guy, Kris who runs the North Pole Ice Rink? It’s got to be him! Think about it, he’s got a long white beard, his laugh sounds like ‘ho, ho, ho’ and he’s always warning trouble-makers that he’s keeping a list and checking it twice.”
“That does sound like Santa,” Henry agreed.
“Now that we’ve presumably found our villain, what do we propose to do about the situation?” Killian asked, idly caressing Emma’s hand with his thumb.
“I don’t think he’s a villain, exactly,” Belle said, brow furrowed. “Maybe…if we just, I don’t know, asked him nicely he’ll lift the curse for us.”
Regina tutted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure jolly old St. Nick’s just going to do what we want because we asked nicely.”
Emma sighed deeply. “Well it’s worth a shot. Don’t hear anyone else coming up with a better solution.”
And so they’d walked to the ice rink and discovered that Kris Kringle was indeed the Santa fellow they were in search of. They’d walked in the door of the establishment to be greeted by a large number of very small men—elves, Swan had called them—all singing “Here Comes Santa Claus” as a man with a long white beard, rosy cheeks, a rotund belly and a permanent look of good humor came forward to greet them.
Most unfortunately, the Evil Queen had been quite correct. While Santa had laughed merrily, he’d flat out refused to accede to their request, insisting the terms of the curse were quite absolute. The compulsive singing would only come to an end when the town had achieved sufficient Christmas spirit and come to accept and embrace the holiday at hand.
And so, thwarted again, they’d returned to the diner to plot a new strategy.
“Hark the herald angels sing,” the fairies began from the other side of Granny’s.
“Not to state the obvious,” Leroy began, “but True Love’s Kiss didn’t work; confronting Santa didn’t work; we’re about to strike out.”
“How about you keep your unhelpful comments to yourself, dwarf?” Regina snarled.
“Watch it sister,” Leroy returned, “you can take your attitude and shove it up your…”
Emma slashed the air with her hand; just in time, it would seem. The queen seemed on the point of forming a fireball. “Not helping guys.”
Killian wrapped an arm around Emma’s shoulders, and she slumped against him with a sigh. “Perhaps we didn’t get the result we hoped from our confrontation with Santa Claus, but it is possible that we obtained a solution to our problem nonetheless.”
Emma turned toward him. “What do you mean?”
“Well,��� he answered, smiling down at her. “Santa did offer us a way to break the curse. We simply need to embrace the spirit of this Christmas. Perhaps it wasn’t what we planned, but it would seem the choice is simple: either we follow the demands of the curse, or we learn to live with the constant barrage of musical offerings from this town’s citizens.”
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“Just a little to the left, David” Mary Margaret said, stepping back and tilting her head to the side. “No, back to the right, but just a tiny bit…there! Perfect.”
“Okay folks,” Leroy said, grin on his face, “ready to light it up?”
A chorus of cheers greeted him as he put the plug into the socket.
Emma grinned as she heard the delighted gasp of her pirate husband who was holding her close to him on their couch. “Swan!” he breathed. “You’ve the daftest customs in your land; who would think to bring a tree inside and decorate it? I must admit, however, that draped with the baubles and festive lights it’s a wonder to behold.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek before settling back with her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, it certainly is.”
It had been decided that Killian’s idea was the only real solution to the town’s problem. Regina and Leroy had objected at first, insisting that it set a bad precedent, bowing to Yuletide terrorists, but in the end, they’d been overruled.
Henry had been so excited, he’d immediately started planning, calling the new mission “Operation Reindeer”. How could Emma deny her son when he was so enthusiastic? And really, what was so bad about Christmas anyway? Why had they all been so insistent not to so much as put up a string of Christmas lights?
In the end, getting into the Christmas spirit herself, Emma had offered the Swan-Jones house as a meeting place and begun planning a Christmas party, the likes of which Storybrooke had never seen.
Emma smiled, burrowing deeper into her husband’s side as her mom and Regina put the last touches on the tree. She had to admit, this was kind of…nice. There’d been a spirit of joy and anticipation that had settled over the whole town as everyone pitched in to show Christmas that when they invited someone in and held a party in its honor, they did a proper job of it.
As the talking, laughing and merry-making continued long into the night, Emma suddenly realized something. “Killian, I haven’t heard a single person sing a carol in about three hours!”
He kissed her softly. “It would appear you’ve broken yet another curse, love, though I’d never doubt you. There’s not a curse in any realm that’s a match for you.”
“Not me,” Emma said, looking around at her family and friends, “us. All of us.”
“Be that as it may,” Killian said, affixing a sprig of mistletoe onto his hook and holding it above them. “You’re still bloody brilliant. Now, if I’m to understand correctly, there is a tradition in this realm related to the weed on my hook. In the spirit of Christmas, I believe we really must comply.”
“Oh, you think so, do you?”
“Most assuredly.”
She laughed, reaching up with both arms and pulling him down to her. He came more than willingly, his lips curved into a delighted smile as she thoroughly and enthusiastically fulfilled the requirements of standing beneath the mistletoe.
“So, pirate,” she whispered, lips still against his. “If I remember right, we were in the middle of something when the town burst in on us this morning. What do you say we wrap this party up and get back to that?”
His smile turned decidedly wicked. “I’d say of all the brilliant ideas you’ve had today, that is most definitely your best.”
NEXT CHAPTER->
#christmas reruns 2023#cs fanfiction#captain swan christmas ff#my fanfiction#santa claus is coming to town
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Okay so I rewatched the show just so I could keep track in my head every time Rick has abused Morty. I stopped after the dinosaur episode because I am lazy but anyway this list is the order that they appear in the show (sorry I didn’t include the episodes I didn’t think about it until I was like half way through).
Most of this is just my personal opinion but I’m always right soooo idc /s
1. While drunk Rick drags Morty off of his bed, slamming his head into the floor.
2. Drives Morty around while intoxicated (every time this happens again I am just going to put the number)
3. Leaves Morty in a vehicle with a bomb set to explode
4. Murders Morty’s classmate in front of Morty
5. Denies Morty access to an education by forcing him out of school (there’s a lot but I’ll count the big ones)
6. Rick coerced Morty into putting two mega seeds in his anus
7. Rick forces Morty to kill a group of people
8. Rick slaps Morty across the face(every time this happens again I am just going to put the number)
9. Rick gets naked in front of Morty (every time this happens again I am just going to put the number)
10. Rick brings Morty into a sex dungeon
11. Rick gives Morty three pills to shut his kidneys down
12. While drunk, Rick held a knife against Morty’s throat and threatens to kill him
13. Rick forced Morty to kill clones of his family
14. 2
15. 8
16. Rick forces Morty to bury a dead version of himself (every time this happens again I am just going to put the number)
17. Rick attempts to shoot Morty’s son
18. Rick gets into a physical fight with Morty (you already know this shit is gonna happen again)
19. Rick berates Morty (do I really have to say it?? Come one now be serious)
20. 19
21. 19
22. Rick fires a gun that he intends to shoot Morty and Summer with
23. 19
24. 19
25. 19
26. Rick shoves Morty
27. 2
28. 2
29. 19
30. Rick allows Morty to be attacked by an alien (every time this happens again I am just going to put the number)
31. 30
32. 30
33. Rick pulls down Morty’s pants then shoves him down a flight of stairs
34. Rick shoots Morty
35. Rick modified Morty’s body without his consent (every time this happens again I am just going to put the number)
36. 9
37. 2
38. Purposely exposes Morty to mass murder
39. 7
40. 19
41. Rick tases Morty
42. 19
43. 19
44. 19
45. 19
46. 19
47. 38
48. 35
49. Rick uses Morty’s hand to strangle someone????
50. I’m just starting it now but everything Rick does is the vindicators episode is a crime against humanity
51. 9
52. Rick leaves Morty with a bomb while drunk on several occasions according to Morty but we only see it happen one time.
53. 5
54. Rick takes Morty on a six day adventure that almost kills him
55. 19
56. 19
57. 19
58. 19
59. Rick allows Morty to date an adult under his supervision (every time this happens again I am just going to put the number)
60. Rick puts Morty in a headlock (every time this happens again I am just going to put the number)
61. 60
62. Rick throws Morty
63. 9
64. 8
65. 9
66. 34
67. 34
68. 34
69. 59
70. 5
71. Rick slaughters Bebo and makes Morty crawl in his insides
72. 19
73. 8
74. 18
75. Rick tricks Morty into jerking off an alien
76. 35
77. 30
78. 30
79. Rick makes Morty bury Santa Claus
80. 30
81. Rick juggles Morty’s body parts
82. Rick hunts Morty
83. Rick turns Morty into a dog?????
84. Rick does space drugs in front of Morty
85. Rick drags Morty out of his seat
86. Rick purposely drives recklessly in an attempt to endanger Morty
87. 18
88. 35
89. Rick forces Morty to climb a mountain
90. Rick sends Morty through a portal that fucking lights his ass up?? Like electricity??? Idk but it hurt
91. You can ignore this one if you want but I count Rick sabotaging Morty’s Netflix movie as abuse
92. 5
93. Rick drugs Morty
94. Rick drugs himself while driving Morty home which makes him crash the car, putting Morty’s life in danger
95. While orgasming Rick asks Morty to stay and watch because it’s “better now”
96. 19
97. 19
98. Rick has a soul orgy with Morty and his sister plus a bunch of dragons
99. Rick exposes Morty to space making him suffocate for a little bit
100. 19
101. 19
102. Rick punches Morty in the face
103. 19
104. 19
105. 19
106. 19
107. Rick kills Morty
108. 18
109. 5
110. 8
111. 9
112. 26
113. 19
114. Rick abandons Morty for two crows
115. Rick traps Morty in the matrix
116. 35
117. 9
118. Rick shoots Morty through a bunch of portals until he vomits.
Feel free to add anything I missed because I definitely did miss some!
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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 34
Pairing: Rooster x Female OC
Word Count: 1899
Warnings: Mention of death
Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.
Or so she thinks.
Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks. Also I know I used See You Again in another chapter but I couldn't resist using it for this one too.
Chapter Songs: See You Again (Carrie Underwood) A Thousand Years
Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Chp 14 Chp 15 Chp 16 Chp 17 Chp 18 Chp 19 Chp 20 Chp 21 Chp 22 Chp 23 Chp 24 Chp 25 Chp 26 Chp 27 Chp 28 Chp 29 Chp 30 Chp 31 Chp 32 Chp 33 Chp 34
Juliette
Little was said between Rooster and Juliette from when they got out of bed at six to when they arrived at the port at eight-thirty. However, no words were needed. The kisses, the constant physical closeness between them, the incessant need to touch one another- be it on the hand, shoulder, back, face, anywhere- said it all. The loudest confirmation of their love, though, resided on Juliette's finger: Carole Bradshaw's wedding ring. Rooster insisted it stay on her right finger so that when he asked her to marry him again, he could get down on one knee and slip it on her proper ring finger instead. Juliette told him she was his, ring or not, and that she didn't care if he got down on one knee; all she cared about was him returning home alive. Still, Bradley insisted he wanted to do it properly since popping the question in the middle of the night, naked under the sheets, with the possibility he could die in the near future, was not the most romantic way to ask the love of your life to marry them. It'd made Juliette laugh, but it reminded her of how little time they had left.
The drive down to the port remained equally as quiet, the only noise being the panting of Rooster and Raptor in the backseat. Rooster kept his hand in Juliette's, his thumb gliding mindlessly across her skin. She found her gaze switching between their interlocked hands and his handsome face, trying to memorize as much of him as she could before he left.
Arriving at the port, they were greeted by Sarah, Jack, and Joey. Juliette gave her family a weak smile, but the knot in her throat continued to grow, making it impossible to speak. They appeared to understand, saying hello with a hug and expecting no other response. It didn't help that Juliette's muscles felt like they'd competed in an Iron Man, and it had nothing to do with last night's activities. It was the same feeling that would flood them every time she thought about Rooster leaving. Juliette always understood loving a soldier was difficult. Still, she never realized how much so until now when she had to let Rooster go, potentially to his death."
"Princess! Kazanskys!" Hangman's cheerful exclamation momentarily distracted her from her pain. She mustered up a smile. "Y'all made it!"
"We wouldn't have missed it," Sarah replied, smiling when Maverick came to stand beside her. "Are you all packed and ready to go?"
"Yes, ma'am," the pilots echoed, circling around her and Juliette.
"Very good. When you return home, we'll have another big dinner to celebrate. So I expect all of you to come back. Understood?"
"Anything else is unacceptable," Hangman confirmed. He turned to Juliette. "Princess, it's been an honor. It won't be the same without you keeping us in line."
"And your ego in check," Juliette quipped, shocking herself with the steadiness of her voice. "I wish I could come, but I'll be here when you return."
Afraid if she said anything more, Juliette proceeded to hug each pilot, attempting to maintain her composure, but by the time she reached Hangman, it started slipping. He noticed, and when Jake pulled away, he said confidently, "Don't cry, Princess. We're all coming back."
"I know," Juliette replied, wiping a stray tear, annoyed with herself for letting the emotion slip through. She thought she would've been better about it with them in comparison to Rooster and Maverick, but the pilots meant almost as much to her as the two men did. "But it's still hard to see you leave. You better go before you get in trouble. I'll see you all soon."
The pilots nodded and began trekking off. Maverick, who had hugged the Kazanskys as well, began to leave with the aviators, but Juliette called out for him. He stopped and watched her approach. Then, ensuring they were out of earshot, Juliette said, "I know you'll do whatever is necessary to protect the pilots up there, but protect yourself too. Make sure you come home. I may have always called you Uncle Pete, but you've been like a second dad to me, and I can't- I can't lose another one."
The first wave of tears cascaded down her cheeks as Maverick enveloped her in his arms. Unless she was mistaken, Juliette had seen tears brimming his eyes at her words. They rang true, though. When Jules couldn't go to Iceman for something, she went to Maverick, and no matter the place or time, he'd always helped her, listened to her, and the idea of losing him, especially so soon after her dad, terrified her.
"Please come home, Mav," Juliette whispered, giving him one final squeeze before pulling away. "That's an order."
Inexplicably, he chuckled. "Sorry, it's just the way you said 'that's an order,' you sounded so much like your dad."
"I've heard him I'm exactly like him."
"Without a doubt." Maverick rubbed her shoulder. "I'll be back, Princess. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mav." Juliette watched him walk off, both to see him board the ship and to give herself time to gather her composure and force the tears away before she faced her boyfriend. Unfortunately, Rooster gave her no time to do so as he appeared behind her, slipping his hand in hers.
Stepping in front of her, he said, "I'll see you as soon as I can, okay?"
Don't go. Please don't go. I can't lose you too. I won't be able to handle it if I lose you too. The words screamed in her head, and the world swayed beneath her feet. Now that the time had arrived to watch Rooster leave, Juliette found herself feeling nauseous. Maybe it would be easier if she didn't know about the mission. The U.S. wasn't at war with anyone, not officially; at most, on any standard deployment, he'd probably be sent on recon assignments and patrols, maybe a few high-altitude bombing runs. But Juliette did know of the mission, of its complexity, of its deadly nature, and it paralyzed her with fear.
"Come here," Rooster said, his own voice cracking. Juliette threw her arms around his neck, embracing him so tightly that she vaguely wondered if he could breathe. Even if he couldn't, he didn't appear to care, returning her hug with a fierceness of his own. Neither one was willing to break it because doing so meant the end of their time together, and they weren't ready for that. They'd just gotten each other back. Juliette and Rooster understood it'd be hard to leave the other, but not like this. Juliette hadn't expected it to feel like her heart was being physically ripped out of her chest, to have the entirety of her head pounding in pain from holding back her tears.
"I love you so, so much, Juliette," Rooster whispered, kissing the crook of her neck. "I'll be back before you know it."
"Let me know as soon as you do about the date you're coming home, so I can count down the days until I can say 'yes, I'll marry you, Bradley Pete Bradshaw.'"
Rooster pulled back just far enough so he could look at her. A breathtaking grin spread across his face. "Juliette Sarah Bradshaw has a good ring to it."
"Here." She unhooked her arms from around his neck and unclasped her locket. She placed it in the palm of his hand and folded his fingers over it. Then, encompassing his hand in hers, Juliette said, "Since I can't be there physically, I want you to have this. That way, you'll have a part of me with you until you get back."
"Are you-"
"Positive." Then, not giving a damn if anyone saw them, friend or stranger alike, Juliette stood on her tiptoes and kissed Rooster, pouring as much love into it as she could. Her boyfriend returned it eagerly, wrapping his arms around her torso to keep her body flush against his.
Don't let him go. You'll never see him again. He's going to die. Don't let him go.
"You should get going," Juliette whispered, ignoring the warnings echoing menacingly in her head. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Rooster reluctantly pulled away and put on his sunglasses. He bent down and kissed Raptor and Lightning on the heads, ordering them, "You take care of your momma until I get back, okay? I love you, boys."
The dogs barked in response like they were saying 'yes, sir,' even Raptor, who rarely barked at all. Rooster chuckled, gave his girlfriend one last kiss, and then forced himself to leave. Juliette watched him stride up to the ship, a piece of her heart shattering with each step he took.
"Bradley!" Juliette yelled, capturing his attention. He whirled around. "India Lima Yankee!"
A dazzling smile spread across his face. "India Lima Yankee!"
Rooster waved, and through her tears, Juliette waved back. Then, she turned on her heel and shuffled back to the parking lot to his car, her dogs at her side.
Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back. The words repeated themselves in Juliette's head like a mantra because if she did, she didn't trust herself not to run up on the ship and join her pilots. If they went down, she should go down with them.
Juliette pulled her father's bomber jacket taut and bowed her head, whispering to herself, "Dad, Carole, Goose, please take care of Bradley and Maverick. Please watch over them and protect them and make sure they come home. Please don't make me lose anyone else. I'm not- I'm not strong enough for that... not right now..."
A sob escaped Juliette's lips, and she cried as silently as she could on her way to the parking lot and back to Rooster's Bronco. It was hers until he returned, whenever that may be. Part of Juliette wanted to drive the car and only that car until Rooster came home. Another part of her didn't want to risk anything happening to it. She'd figure it out later, though. For now, it was time to grieve.
"Rock me like a hurricane!" Juliette jumped at the sound of her ringtone blaring from her purse. She'd forgotten to turn the volume down, and the last person she expected to call her was-
"Really?" Cyclone's slightly irked tone sounded from behind her. She whirled around to find the admiral striding up to her with Warlock at his side.
"Oh, shit," Juliette muttered, hastily wiping her tears away. It's not like it did anything because she was sure her eyes were bloodshot from crying and her face puffy. "Sirs."
"That's my ringtone?" Cyclone asked, his mouth in a thin line.
Juliette smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I thought it was kind of funny. It was that or the song 'Cyclone,' and I'm sure you'd rather have 'Rock Me Like A Hurricane' than that one."
Cyclone studied her face, searching for any hint of sarcasm, but deciding he didn't see any, responded, "I'll take your word for it."
"Are you here to say goodbye, sir?" She queried, confused by the fact they wanted to speak with her.
"No." The admiral handed her a brown envelope. "This is for you."
Juliette frowned. "What is it?"
"Official orders from the U.S. Navy. You're not done with the mission yet."
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Untitled's Prompt Writing - Generic
This 1/3 list of Prompts that I would like to do writing on Steve Harrington (I know, I'm biased. Sue Me.)
18/1/23 - Change of plans more bois are coming into the picture 😆
All of the lists will be credited to @justforshitsandcackles - I just changed some of them to fit to the universes I will write about. I'll roll a dice thrice to know who will I do the story about, what genre and number I do.
There will be no requests, but I could change my mind over time :3
1. “You know we’re meant to be.”
2. “The thought of losing you scares me.”
3. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”
4. “You’re staring again.”
5. “Wow. you look stunning.”
6. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”
7. “I missed you so much.”
8. “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
9. “Mine.”
10. “I’m going to marry you one day.”
11. “You cant banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”
12. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
13. “Stop being so cute.”
14. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”
15. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”
16. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?”
17. “Will you just hold me?”
18. “What do you have behind your back?”
19. “Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.”
20. “You look really good in my sweater.”
21. “No, i’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
22. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
23. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”
24. “Lets just stay in bed.”
25. “Is that my shirt?”
26. “No, like..its just, i cant believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
27. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”
28. “Are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day?”
29. “Wow- you look…amazing.”
30. “I’m not jealous! Its just..you’re mine!”
31. “You snuck into my room, at 4am…to cuddle?”
32. “This is gonna sound cheesy but….I love when you’re half asleep and talking nonsense.”
33. “What? No! I wasn’t staring…I-I was looking at something behind you!”
34. “Stop being so cute.”
35. “Tell me again.”
36. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”
37. “Because i love you god damnit!”
38. “Wait a minute.. are you jealous?”
39. “I really want to kiss you right now.” || “Then do it.”
40. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
41. “I heard that!” || “You were supposed to!”
42. “I turned out liking you a lot more than i originally planned.”
43. “Even when we were kids, i always kicked your ass!”
44. “Why should we date?” || “Because we’re attracted to each other.” || “I’m attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”
45. “Where have you been all my life?” || “Hiding from you.”
46. “Somehow, i always seem to end up here. With you.” || “Soulmate shit, it’s hardcore as hell.”
47. “I love you.” || “Thats nice.”
48. “How do i look?”
49. “If i didn’t know you better, i’d say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”
50. “No! It’s your turn!”
51. “Enjoying the view, beautiful?”
52. “Be careful, he’s so sweet you might get diabetes.”
53. “I cant sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.”
54. “How am i supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”
55. “While i do enjoy the silent treatment, i wasn’t aware i had done anything to you.”
56. “What, you’ve never thought about us?”
57. “Why is your hand sweating so much?”
58. “So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”
59. “Im pretty sure your mom hates me.”
60. “You’re such a fun drunk.”
61. “Since my dog likes you then i guess i like you.”
62. “Tell them to fuck off.”
63. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
64. “I want to strangle you 99% of the time.”
65. “Could you not suck for five minutes?”
66. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
67. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”
68. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
69. “Well thats tragic.”
70. “I’m too sober for this.”
71. “You are actually insane!”
72. “I think you’re actually satan.”
73. “It’s like -50 degrees in here.”
74. “Laugh at my jokes! They’re funny and you know it!”
75. “Sorry isn’t going to help when i kick your ass!”
76. “Don’t let one of them electrocute themselves or something.”
77. “Holy shit! That thing is huge!”
78. “Don’t kink shame me.”
79. “I hope i’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
80. “I just cleaned that!”
81. “Don’t get sassy with me!”
82. “What do you have behind your back?”
83. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”
84. “Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.”
85. “I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”
86. “Bite me.”
87. “If you insist.”
88. “Im not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
89. “I need you to be my fake girlfriend/boyfriend.”
90. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”
91. “You snuck into my room, at 4am..to cuddle?”
92. “If we get caught i’m blaming you.”
93. “What? No! I wasn’t staring..i-i was looking at something behind you!”
94. “I locked the keys in the car.”
95. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
96. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
97. “Define normal.”
98. “Do i get bonus points if i act like i care?”
99. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and i don’t speak english.”
100. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
101. “And you wonder why you’re single.”
102. “Remind me to kill you. Please.”
103. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”
104. “She’s crazy. and just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, theres a crazy underground garage.”
105. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
106. “My middle finger salutes you.”
107. “I don’t think i could ever stab someone. I mean, lets be honest, i can barely get the straw in the capri sun.”
108. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how i feel.”
109. “Somebodys cranky.”
110. “Somebody needs to shut up.”
111. “All due respect but thats a bunch of crap.”
112. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
113. “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
114. “What did i tell you about calling him/her the devil?”
115. “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
116. “I heard that!”
117. “You were supposed to!”
118. “I’m not weird. I’m limited edition.”
119. “If history repeats itself, i am so getting a dinosaur.”
120. “You seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before?”
121. “Even when we were kids, i always kicked your ass!”
122. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
123. “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
124. “She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
125. “Do i regret it? Yes. Would i do it again? Probably.”
126. “You’re going to burn in a very special level in hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers, and people who talk at the theater.”
127. “I’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”
128. “Sometimes i question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
129. “Why should we date?”
130. “Because we’re attracted to each other.”
131. “I am attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”
132. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.”
133. “It saves time.”
134. “You’ve successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”
135. “Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
136. “Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”
137. “I didn’t do it!”
138. “Then why are you laughing?”
139. “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
140. “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
141. “You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”
142. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
143. “I’m so glad you could come.”
144. “Cut the crap. give me a drink.”
145. “Where have you been all my life?”
146. “Hiding from you.”
147. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but...no.”
148. “If you pull out my earphones, i will pull out your lungs.”
149. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”
150. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”
151. “My ex? Yeah id still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.”
152. “Such big evil in such a little thing.”
153. “For the love of fuck.”
154. “Yep, thats me. i love to fuck.”
155. “Are you ready to go?”
156. “Yeah. let me grab my machete.”
157. “We’re going to sephora. no machetes needed.”
158. Clears throat seriously, “Yas bitch.”
159. “No road trip is complete without the snacks. So go in there and buy everything you can fit in a tiny cart.”
160. “I’m all for making you miserable by being insufferable, but unfortunately i have things to do today.”
161. “Come on, you can help me make conspiracy theories. If you make an especially good one, ill pay for dinner.”
162. “You know what? Why not? I haven’t ruined my life yet this week. Lets go.”
163. “Do these dark circles under my eyes say nothing to you about how i am doing?”
164. “If i didn’t know you better, id say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”
165. “What are you talking about? Im hilarious!”
166. “Duct tape? Duct tape is not going to fix this!”
167. “What did you think? That you were going to fight him?”
168. “You’re blocking the view.”
169. “I am the view.”
170. “Why are you on the floor?”
171. “Tying my shoe.”
172. “You’re wearing rain-boots.”
173. “Cant stop me from slaying!”
174. “Close your eyes and imagine it, all the dogs in the world.”
175. “Be careful, he’s so sweet you might get diabetes.”
176. “Would you reconsider if i was sober?”
177. “Stop running i’m wearing flip flops!”
178. “Why are you holding your boobs?”
179. “I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like far distance admiring.”
180. “You need to stop making her laugh! you’re ruining her makeup!”
181. “I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification from just staring at him if i try hard enough.”
182. “I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”
183. “I’m either in the mood for french fries or to rip someone’s head off. Hmmm. decisions, decisions.”
184. “If you’re not out of the shower in the next five minutes, i’m going to cut your fucking hair off to make your life quicker.”
185. “No, i will not dress up as a chicken.”
186. “I never told my extended family that we broke up, and now they want to know when you’re coming over for dinner again.”
187. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”
188. “One more sound and i swear to-”
189. “Sometimes when (name) texts me, i just pretend they didn’t so i don’t have to respond.”
190. “You gave our pigeon boyfriend the wrong beans!”
191. “If i’m like 50 and still single, ill marry you because tax benefits.”
192. “Please, never have children.”
193. “I know its like 11pm, but i’m on my way to your house with nacho fries.”
194. “Sometimes i wish i was gay so i wouldn’t have to deal with all these dumbass boys.
195. “You know, would’ve been nice if you told me your whole ass family was coming to this dinner! I look like a troll.”
196. “Im going to the party to pet the dog, no thanks drugs.”
197. “I hope in college i get some excuse to deck him. Maybe with a bottle or something, ill wing it and be like “oops, sorry shithead, my hand slipped.”
198. “What is this shit...i’m just trying to graduate.”
199. “Ooo, i sense attitude in your tone.”
200. “Guess who only got two hours of sleep? Me, lol, i’m gonna die.“
201. “I’m gonna strangle you.”
202. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
203. “Superheroes aren’t allowed in my house, especially after they’ve destroyed my living room. go away.”
204. “oh you’re coming. even if i have to drag you through the snow in your pajamas.”
205. “i swear you’re gonna end up getting like botox in your tits or something.”
206. “well i mean-”
207. “whAT DO YOU MEAN?!”
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My First MRI: The Uncertainty of Fear
At 3:30AM Wednesday, something woke me. Something I couldn't pinpoint. But as I looked to my phone, I realized it was an hour before I had to wake, anyway.
No, I'm not ordinarily up at 4:30 in the morning, but Wednesday was different. It was the day I went in for my very first MRI.
My doctor ordered the STAT MRI on my brain after I told her about a very strange medical incident on Monday that left me reeling and considering the Emergency Room.
This story has a happy-ish ending. But, it is a ride.
I tried to think about what I wanted to wear the night before. I wanted to be comfy and cozy if I was going to hear horrible news. As we've established before, I'm very good at thinking up the worst case scenario.
In some cases in life, it's been a gift. For example, when I had to fire someone years ago, I told my VP and the VP of HR that I was prepared for them to yell. "Nobody yells," the VP of HR said.
He screamed. He threw things. He burst out of my office yelling at everyone who would listen. Everyone else was in shock, but I was able to keep myself composed and collected until Security informed us he was out of the building. Then, I let myself feel the impact of it all.
There are some benefits to my weird mind. I can get through the worst of moments without falling to pieces. But, inevitably, I later crumble.
As I've been reflecting back on yesterday and the whirlwind of its insanity, I realized that I haven't yet taken the time to process it. There hasn't been time. But as I think back to the simplicity of planning my outfit the night before, I realize how my preparations for the worst sometimes help.
I settled on one of my favorite thrift store finds—an oversized, cozy, green sweater that envelops me completely. I wore a fitted tank top and fitted long-sleeve shirt beneath it to build up layers to combat the chill I expected outside. I felt like it was my armor. Soft, soft armor.
I dressed in the dark, slid over to the other side of the bed where my six-year-old slumbered. She came in during the night, frightened awake by a nightmare. I kissed her forehead gently, hoping she wouldn't be worried when she woke to find me gone.
Driving in the dark is nothing new for me. My first job out of University was working nights at a local news station. I turned on music and jammed the whole 50 minute drive to the facility.
I arrived a half hour early, checked in, and waited. I didn't sit. I stood, swaying side-to-side. See, I Chronic Pilonidal Disease, and I knew I'd been sitting for hours more than usual. To counteract it, I stand when I can.
So, when they called my name, I didn't have to stand up. I simply walked over and into a new experience.
The hospital gown was standard. The rules familiar after my Middle's MRI on his brain last year. It took almost two minutes to get the earplugs to mostly stay in my weird-shaped ears.
They loaded me up on the table, and in I went. There was no music to comfort me, but I find rhythm in everything, and I let my mind wander half the time. Half the time I stared at this tiny imperfection in the interior of the chamber that looked like two oversized eyes and a mouth on a tiny cartoon body.
It was as loud as everyone says it is, but for me, the most uncomfortable bit was my legs. They were elevated while my head was locked in the box with a small window to see out.
My vision is normally still spot on, but being that close to the chamber ceiling, I found if I closed my eyes and opened too swiftly, everything went temporarily blurry. For someone with good eyesight, this was very disorienting.
After a few moments, I realized I was crying. Only out of my left eye, which is usually a sign of exhaustion, for me. I'd only slept four hours, but that wasn't what pulled salt water from my eyes. I was exhausted in my soul.
I have battled medical issues since my 20's, and it's been one thing after another. I keep hoping that my life will find its center, again, after my jaw surgery. Facing the possibility that my entire life would be upended depending on the results of the MRI—it was a lot.
They injected contrast halfway through, and it was a bad stick. I've had enough sticks that I know the difference, but I tried not to let that shake me. I felt the contrast work through my system and tasted it in the back of my throat.
The sent me back inside the chamber, and I attempted to ignore the stinging of bruising on my hand from the bad stick. I tried to stay still, because I knew my kids were counting on me.
See, I knew that if I timed it out right, I'd have just enough time to drive the 50 minutes home to pick up the kids and take them to school 45 minutes away before then driving from there another 50 minutes away to my orthodontist appointment before driving the hour home, at last.
No. Time. To. Process. None.
We finished the MRI and I changed back into my civilian clothes. I tried to make conversation with the Tech, who told me I should call my doctor (who he immediately assumed was male, and I corrected him) by afternoon if I hadn't heard anything sooner.
That was not comforting. At all.
I glanced at the clock and drove home a bit too fast. It's by the grace of God I wasn't pulled over (not kidding... it was too close), but I made it home in time to keep moving. Keep going. No stopping. No processing. No time.
Then to the orthodontist for the adjustment—one of the last before June's jaw surgery. I finished there, got back on the road, and tried to listen to music to calm down. The radio didn't cooperate, so I turned it off and tried to stay calm.
I don't know how I got through it all, frankly, and by the time I arrived home at Noon, I was completely burned out. But I didn't have time to stop. I had to jump into my workday, get through a lot of projects, and pretend like I wasn't shaking inside. That I hadn't been through something tough. That I wasn't terrified.
By chance, I saw the email come in, "Rachel, there's an update in your MyChart".
The results were all clear.
I breathed a sigh of relief, though I know that means more questions remain. But we did knock out some of the biggies with that MRI. Not brain cancer (which killed my grandmother) or a stroke (which killed my grandfather).
Rachel has a normal brain (medically, at least).
But even the good news couldn't be processed. I had to keep moving through my day, including making dinner for the children and helping my Littlest get through her homework while Matthew helped the twins with bathtime and homework.
By the time it was bedtime, my Eldest finally opened up about his rough day, which led to messaging with the teacher, looking into alternative schools for next year, and trying to help a 9-year-old child calm down after his bullies found a way to make life harder for him.
It was 10:30PM before I got him to drift off comfortably to sleep, finally calm. Matthew, my husband, had already fallen asleep, poor thing. He is not a night person.
I missed my window to chat with Matthew while we tried to comfort our child. A tough tradeoff, but that little kid needed me.
So, I carried my sweet kid to his bed and crawled into mine, hoping exhaustion would overwhelm my anxiety and take me to dreamland.
Today has been just as manic. No stopping. No time. Getting through a million projects and watching the clock for a looming 4PM meeting.
But, I needed to stop for a few moments to write this out. To process it. To understand.
Yesterday, I was poised for the answer that it was brain cancer. I was ready for it to be an aneurysm. I was ready for something vascular to be wrong. I was ready to hear I'd had a mini-stroke.
I didn't hear any of those things. And that is marvelous.
But I haven't had time to let myself accept that good news. I haven't had time to celebrate the fact that I'm alive and hopefully will be a long while, yet.
What can we all take from this?
First off, get checked.
If you think you're sick, if you think you've had an episode, if you think you're struggling in a way you shouldn't—call your doctor, go to the ER, don't put it off.
Yes, I got a very expensive "no" this week. But, I'd rather have that information and have had the opportunity for a "yes" that could potentially save my life with early intervention.
Also (and this is me talking to me), slow the fuck down.
My life is full in a million beautiful ways. But the necessity of my constant motion means I rarely get to be still, and often I don't know how. So, right now I'm carving out a little time to write this up and slow the fuck down so I can process what happened.
No, we don't know what caused Monday's episode. But we eliminated several possibilities and now we can move forward with other options knowing the biggies aren't on the table. That's huge.
So, Rachel, breathe in. Breathe out.
And you. Yes, you! Remember that it's okay to feel things. It's okay to give yourself space and time to process what you've survived. It's important to give yourself that opportunity.
I'm learning as I go, so I want to share with you, now, so you avoid my mistakes.
Prioritize your health—physical and mental. Your life will be better for it.
*phew* Yeah, now I feel a little better. Thanks for letting me breathe it out.
And, don't forget to give yourself the space to process, too. If you're like me, you're moving too fast to have time to slow down. Sometimes, you have to make time. And I know you will find a way to give yourself the time you need.
You've got this.
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Wreckless - Just So Tired
*Warning Adult Content*
It seemed to Emmett Locke that Finnegan Walker was doing everything in slow-motion. His hand seemed to tremble a little as he unlocked the door. As soon as he was inside he simply let his shoulder drop and his bag fell to the floor with a thud. It looked like it took every bit of his remaining energy just to lift the carryout bag onto the counter. Emmett felt horrible for making a scene when Finnegan was obviously exhausted.
"I'll take care of dinner if you want to get a little more comfortable. Sorry, I didn't realize you were so tired. Let me help."
Explaining or arguing was way too hard so Finnegan just padded into his room and shut the door behind him. Getting out of his clothes sounded great except that he just had to put on some presentable pajamas and take them off again before bed and that was too much work. His contacts were definitely coming out though... glasses needed to happen now. He settled for kicking off his shoes and removing his belt and tie and then headed back out.
"Smells good."
Emmett pulled the second plate out of the microwave and put it down on the table, slipping into the seat. Finnegan was already shoveling food into his face but it didn't seem like he was actually tasting or enjoying any of it. He had questions, lots of them but didn't feel like he had any right to ask. One was fairly important though. Just how early was early? He hoped that it didn't mean 4:30.
"Please tell me you get to sleep in tomorrow? At least a little bit?"
Swallowing took effort but he managed to take a drink as well.
"I'll skip the gym so probably five? The tech won't be in until six so as long as I'm there by then, no worries."
Emmett felt lame for forgetting all about his issues at work.
"Still not up and running?"
Finnegan couldn't help but sigh.
"No. Just one fault left though and we think we have it figured out."
More quietly he added...
"Of course we thought that last night."
"I'll think happy thoughts, darling. I'll clean this up, you should get some sleep."
Finnegan knew that he was right but going to bed right after eating an entire plate wasn't exactly a good idea.
"Emmett? I don't want you to worry about me, I'm fine. And I'm really, really sorry about your mom. I wasn't trying to keep a secret from you or anything, it just doesn't matter anymore. I'm not trying to be difficult."
Emmett came over with a dishrag and wiped the table.
"I overreacted, sorry. I didn't realize how much it still bothered me, I guess. I just freaked."
When a large flash of lightning lit up the entire living space, they both looked towards the row of windows.
"I'm going to go."
Finnegan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If he hadn't been so tired... this would have been an easy call. He knew that Emmett didn't want to be outside in this weather and knew how ferocious spring storms could be. The problem was that he needed his sleep. A huge boom of thunder scared even him and he saw Emmett shrink back for a moment before gulping in a deep breath of air.
"You should stay. You don't have to drive in this... I know it bothers you."
He looked over at the clock and wished he could mentally roll the numbers back.
"I really do need to be in bed in like half an hour though."
Emmett wasn't sure exactly how those sentences went together and he didn't want to assume, not after tonight.
"Should I just let myself out after if it's still storming when you go to bed or... ?"
It took Finnegan a second but finally he realized that Emmett was being cautious and polite.
"I meant that you could stay-stay. I have an extra toothbrush. Just not sure I'm exactly up for anything tonight, I'm pretty much tapped out."
Emmett's gut reaction was to be offended because he didn't consider himself exactly pushy, he certainly hadn't been with Finnegan but instead he nodded.
"Not a problem."
The rain was coming sideways now, pelting against the windows but the thunder sounded a bit further away, thankfully.
"I mean, I definitely owe you but I just, that didn't come out right."
"No worries, darling. Why are you still wearing work clothes?"
He looked adorable in his glasses and Emmett really wanted to run his thumb across Finnegan's shadowed cheek but he felt like the fancy clothes were a huge wall between them right now. No wonder he'd been so confused by Finnegan's invitation to stay, the boy looked like he wanted to throw him out right now.
"They're just, they were easier. I can change. Do you want some pants to sleep in or anything?"
Emmett just raised his eyebrows, hoping Finnegan was joking.
"I sleep in as little as possible but I can leave on my boxers, no worries."
An idea slipped in and then right out of Emmett's mind and he couldn't quite catch it the first time but within a few seconds his brain had managed to put something together for him. Maybe he hadn't changed earlier because his pajamas were as silly as his boxers had been the other night.
"I don't care what you sleep in, darling. I figured out that you're a little and it doesn't bother me."
"A little what?" he asked, not sure what he'd missed.
"A little, you know, a little."
"A little person?" Finnegan asked even though he knew it couldn't possibly be right.
"I'm as tall as you are."
What?
Emmett could barely wrap his head around his response.
"Not a little person, obviously. I think I'm an inch taller than you though. But, no, a little. Like, you know..."
He was one... he had to know... unless he was playing dumb because he didn't want to admit it.
"Look, I don't care, really. I mean... I guess that's a lie, I don't want to be involved in diapers or pacifiers... there are some things... I shouldn't have said I was okay with it."
The thought of Finnegan wearing a diaper to bed made him cringe.
"Shit, this is going all wrong."
"Diapers?" Finnegan spat.
"What the hell are you fucking talking about?"
It was more of an accusation than a question. How had this turned into another hallway fight? Emmett put his hands up in surrender.
"I totally... I don't want to fight, Finnegan. I wasn't trying to start something. I just wanted you to know that... I don't know. Look, we'll have to talk about it sometime when we're both feeling better."
He felt fine but Finnegan was exhausted and more than a little bit irritable.
"I don't want to talk about it later... just explain why the hell you're talking about pacifiers and diapers. A little what? A little baby?"
Emmett sat back down.
"A little is someone who pretends to be younger than they are. Maybe pretends is a bad word but they feel happiest when they're acting younger, haven't you heard of it?"
Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would be explaining this to Finnegan and knew he'd probably made a mess of it.
"I mean your toys, your boxers, the cartoons."
Finnegan's eyes grew wide and it wasn't because of the lightning that looked and felt like it was going to hit his apartment building at any moment.
"Having a few toys on my desk doesn't mean I wear diapers, Emmett. And the boxers... I'm sorry but I didn't plan on coming over or anything happening. I always wear boring ones on dates... those are just for fun. What else? Cartoons? Lots of people watch cartoons... they make me happy and help me relax. I enjoy them... what's wrong with that?"
Finnegan wasn't sure why his heart was racing so much or why he was so nervous. When Emmett took his hand... he almost flinched.
"There's nothing wrong with it, darling. I just want you to know I'm fine with all that... if you were worried. I got to thinking that maybe you didn't want to put on your pajamas because they had transformers on them or something and you might be embarrassed... but you can."
Emmett looked at Finnegan until he finally caught his eye... watched them flit away and then down.
"I like you, all of you, well, the cancer thing threw me for a loop but forget that. I like you, Finnegan. And if you like toys and cartoons, that's fine by me. You can wear funny boxers on our dates. Okay?"
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Sunday September 17, 2023
After another comfortable night in our little Inverness cottage, we packed up, converted our roller bags to their backpack configuration, and strapped our day packs on the front. Jeff rolled our smaller bag along with him. Weather-dot-com said it was is the thirties, so we set our with gloves and hats and our Gore-Tex jackets! We walked the 1.2 miles up to the Kingsmill Hotel, the site where we were to meet our Backroads group at 10am.
We arrived first, and it was fun to meet the first two couples that arrived - all from Wisconsin! They are veterans of many Backroads trips - this is our first experience with the company. Then a couple from Chicago arrived, then a newlywed couple (married Thursday in Inverness) arrived, then a mother/daughter/friend of mom … then two more couples that we’ve not yet interacted with much. Then we met our guides, Jenn and Keith, and our support person, Jules. More on all that later!
They piled all of our luggage into a large van, and we climbed into the three vans for a 90 minute drive to Torridon on the west coast of Scotland. The first 30 minutes of the drive I saw sights from yesterday, then we were climbing into the hills. We went past many lakes (lochs) and small villages. The terrain switched back and forth from forested areas to Heather-covered hills. After about an hour, we entered a National park area and a small one lane road with occasional turn outs for oncoming traffic. A slow way to travel - patience required. There were parking lots at trailheads full of cars and lots of RVs from all over Europe.
Eventually we got to the tiny town of Torridon where they’d arranged to have Liz from the Wee Whistle Stop Cafe shut down her cafe for the day and prepared lunch for us! It was a fantastic array of smoked salmon, salads and homemade bread. She’s also going to make our lunches the next two days - lucky us!
Keith gave a talk on how things will work overall and how we can us the Backroads app to be more self sufficient! He also was clear that their job is to make magic happen for us … and that we shouldn’t stew about something all week then hit them on the survey at the end of the trip! Jenn talked about safety, and our route for today’s hike.
Back in the vans for about a 10 minute drive to Loch Damh to start the hike - 4 miles along Loch Damh, the River Bagly, and along Loch Torridon until we get to our hotel. Not sure how they get the other vans back to the hotel, but I guess that’s how Jules works his magic!
It had rained a bit on the drive over, but the rain held off for the two hours that we hiked. It stayed cool, and I hiked with two layers and my rain jacket and was surprised I didn’t overheat! We walked through mud, puddles and rocks initially, but that last three miles was on nice wide trail - easy to walk and talk at the same time!
We enjoyed the hike, and what fun to arrive at the hotel and find Jules had coolers of drinks and snacks set out for us. I had a canned Gin and Tonic and some snacks; Jeff had a beer that was not the best, he said. Then we checked into The Torridon - a former hunting lodge turned luxury hotel. It’s quaint and rustic in the common rooms on the ground floor (with a whisky room and a library), but our suite is luxurious! Comfortable chairs overlooking the cow and the loch, a fantastic modern bathroom and massive comfortable bed. Two nights here - lucky us!
We showered and relaxed, then headed down to meet the group for a glass of wine in the library, along with another ice breaker. We headed to a group dinner after that, four amazing courses that were artistic in presentation. The wait staff gave us great detail on each portion, and between the six at our table we were somewhat successful at discerning what we were eating. Perfect portion sizes too!
After dinner, most of us retreated to the bar for some whisky. I sampled a more smoky variety this time - ok, but think I’ll stick to straight single malt going forward!
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36 hours in Houston
October 12, 13, and 14, 2022
Dad had wanted to take the family to a Mariners playoff game for about ten years or so. So, when the Mariners beat the Toronto Blue Jays the week before, Mom and I set everything up (courtesy of Dad) for the four of us, plus Ingvar and Malik, to head to Houston!
On Wednesday afternoon, Ingvar and I drove down to Camano Island to meet Mom and Dad. Then the four of us drove down to Ballard to pick up Malik. Haley was in LA, but Malik was in Seattle, so Haley was going to meet us in Houston. We parked the car at Master Park, then took their shuttle to the airport. All five of us went through security. We all went into one of the lounges and had some snacks and Ingvar and I each had a drink.
Our flight to Houston was direct, but a red eye. We left Seattle around 11pm. We all tried to sleep on the around four hour flight, but none of us were well rested. We arrived in Houston around 6am, with Haley arriving around 6:30. We ordered an XL Uber and made our way to the garage for pickup. We had a driver come, with one less seat than we had requested, which was strange. I sat in the back back with all the luggage, with Dad in the front seat, and the other four in the middle. Our driver was pretty aggressive and jumpy, so I did begin to feel a bit anxious. The drive was about 45 minutes to our hotel.
Mom had booked us two rooms at a Marriott in Houston. Juanita works for Marriott and gave Mom her friends and family discount, which was awesome! We arrived at the hotel around 8 am, on Thursday. Mom and Dad had a room, and next door, the four of us kids had a room with two queen beds. Thankfully, the hotel let us check in super early. We were all so pooped! We all grabbed some buffet breakfast and coffee in the lobby, then headed into our rooms. We had some breakfast, then took a few hours nap/rest. That was crucial for the rest of the day!
Around noon, we freshened up and got ready to watch the Mariner’s play the Astros in game two of the first round of the World Series. We were all so excited! It was really cool to see a dream of Dad’s coming true. We all dressed in our Mariner’s jerseys (Dad had bought the boys some and rush shipped them, how nice is that?!). We called an XL Uber and headed into the stadium!
We were some of the only Mariners fans out there, but there were some others! We took some photos outside of the stadium, checked out the team store and bought Dad a t-shirt, some of us grabbed some (expensive) beers, and then we found our seats. They were between right and center field and had a good view! We were seated around some other Mariners fans, which was really cool! But, of course we were in the minority of fans. Before the game started, Juanita and her sun Noah, joined us to watch the game! Mom was in Texas the last week, so this was an extra time to see her, which is lucky!
The game was a really great game! Sadly, the Mariners lost, making the series Astros 2, Mariners 0. The final score was 4-2. It was a good and close game though! We really enjoyed being there! Some of us got up a few times to get drinks and food for everyone, and once an Astro fan was rude to us about it! Ugh, people. That same woman told us to “fuck off” after the Astros won, which was so rude! She was drunk. A lot of Astros fans around her have us sympathetic looks, like they were ashamed of an Astro fan for being so horrible. While we were all leaving the stadium, she actually said something really rude to Mom. Malik started to get heated and stood up for Mom. I just can’t believe people sometimes!
All eight of us walked to Juanita and Noah’s hotel, a few blocks away. They took us up to the rooftop and showed us a great view of the city! We spent some time taking photos, then the six of us took an Uber back to our hotel. We all changed into some different clothes, then took another Uber to meet Juanita and Noah at a nice restaurant. We had looked around online earlier in the day and made a reservation at a place called Ruggles Black.
The eight of us had a great dinner! We sat outside and chatted about the great game and time we had. We shared a reallllly yummy brie and charcuterie board, then I had a lamb burger with sweet potato fries. We also shared some dessert!
After dinner, Juanita and Noah took their own ride to their hotel, while the six of us took an XL to ours. We got back to the rooms around 11–it had been a long and amazing day! We were all really tired, so Mom and Dad went to bed in their room, and so did we. Haley and I watched a bit of FoodNetwork before falling asleep, then we all slept well!
Haley and I went down to breakfast with Mom and Dad around 8:30 on Friday morning. Ingvar and Malik both wanted to keep sleeping, so Haley and I brought them up some plates when we were done. Uncle Mike was coming to visit! He lives in Austin and drove down to Houston to visit with us. I hadn’t seen Uncle Mike or any of the cousins since I watched Nick graduated from the Air Force in 2015. For Haley and Dad, they hadn’t seen him in much longer! But, Mom had seen him the week before when she was in Texas visiting Juanita. Uncle Mike met us in the hotel when we were all finishing getting ready, and packing up the room. It was really nice to see him!
We all checked out of our rooms, and left our luggage at the hotel. Uncle Mike wanted to take us all to lunch, and Haley found a BBQ place not too far away. We all walked, as it wasn’t too hot yet (well it was really hot for us, but not for Uncle Mike). The BBQ place was actually really tasty—even Uncle Mike was surprised and impressed, since we had just chosen a random place. Uncle Mike bought our whole meal—thanks Uncle Mike! Ingvar and I shared a BBQ plate of macaroni and cheese, baked beans, and some pork. It was really tasty, but I’m also glad Ingvar and I shared! Juanita and Noah showed up, to say goodbye to us all, hello to Uncle Mike, and give us some hugs and cupcakes for our flight. It was nice to see them again! It was Malik and Ingvar’s first time meeting Uncle Mike, so it was nice to all sit down and share a meal together.
After lunch, we walked around the area for a bit, but it was very boring and industrial, so there wasn’t much to do. We actually walked past our hotel on accident, and then had to scurry a bit to make it back in time, to leave for our flight. All was well, though! We got some photos and said goodbye to Uncle Mike, then the six of us took an Uber to the airport. Haley’s flight was before ours to Seattle, so after security, we all walked her to her gate. We hung out together until it was time for her to board, then said our goodbyes. Malik was flying back to Seattle with us, to spend some more time with his mom. The five of us then traveled to our gate and then eventually boarded our direct to Seattle. Mom and Dad sat behind Ingvar, Malik, and I (I was in the middle). We napped a bit, listened to music, and watched some stuff on our phones, and I blogged a bit.
Once we landed in Seattle, we all got picked up by Masterpark, then Mom drive us northbound. We ended up getting Dick’s because we were all hungry, in north Seattle. Malik’s mom met us there and picked up Malik, which was nice of her! It was nice to get some burgers and shakes, then Mom continued the drive up to Camano Island. Ingvar and I were eager to get back to Bellingham, as we both worked the next day, since this was such a last minute trip. We thanked Mom and Dad for the amazing trip to support the Mariners, then drove home. What a great trip! It was so special for the boys to also go on their first family vacation with us! :]
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I see you maybe once every two months, so six times a year. You're nearly eighty. Maybe you'll live five years longer. I'll get to see you maybe 30 times.
30, within this year. 29, before I start studying again. 28, just when I feel drained. 27, when I start getting anxious. 26, I'll probably call you instead. 25, hopefully I'll be done with exams for a while. Perhaps I'll stay the weekend. 24, the new year before I start attending university. 23, my first spring at university. 22, I'll visit before I go on that trip with my friends. 21, I could enjoy autumn for once. 20, it'll be my first year in nearly a decade that I help make kimchi. 19, cold winter, and I'll thank the world for another year. 18, I hope you're proud of the adult I'm becoming. 17, my last visit before I study abroad. 16, video call. 15, video call. 14, video call. 13, video call. 12, I'll call you from the airport. 11, I'll visit you in the hospital. It's your third surgery, but you're recovering. You're recovering. 10, I'll make kimchi while you tell me how to do it. 9, I overhear Mom trying to convince you to move back to the city. 8, you ask me what I would like in your will. You point something out to me, and tell me how much it means to you. You tell me to remember that. 7, it feels like your hundredth time in the hospital. I can drive here now, even at night. I used to be scared of that. I'm not anymore. 6, I help you pack your things to move back to the city. 6, I hear you argue with Mom and she finally cries. 6, you cave and try to help pack but your hands shake. 6, I tell you I'm tired so you sit with me and drink tea while my brothers load your things into the car. 5, I'm setting things up in your new home. 4, I've brought you food and you've told me to stay. I have an exam tomorrow and I'm so stressed so I just run back out. 4, I get so caught up in being young. 4, I forget to call you back. 3, it's winter and we're reminiscing the sweaters you used to knit me. 3, your hands spill the tea before it gets to your lips and I don't know what to do. 3, I leave again. 2, the hospital. It's dark. The roads are blurry. 2, the doctors don't smile. 2, Mom goes home to find your picture. 2, they let me in this time. 2, I don't want to leave. 2, I have to leave. 1, this is the last time I'll hold your hand and it isn't in our home. 1, this is the last time you'll smile at me. 1, you wanted to be there at my wedding. 1, we're sat on the floor and you're lying on the bed. 0, you're gone.
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Six Times He Met Her
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst
A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.
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The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.
Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.
He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.
At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay.
A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.
Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.
“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”
He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old.
The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly.
“You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.”
Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address.
With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.
Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.
She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.
“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.
“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”
Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.
Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.
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The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.
That is, until you walked in.
It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.
You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.
“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”
Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself.
“Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”
He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.
“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too.
Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.
The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”
The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.
3-
You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.
Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.
Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.
Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?
Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like?
Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you.
What did he do, what did he-
Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.
Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?
Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.
Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️
A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?
Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.
4-
The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.
He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.
Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?
Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot?
“My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.
That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.
5-
You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.
By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.
Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.
6-
You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.
You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–
A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.
What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.
You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.
Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.
“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!
You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.
Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.
A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.
It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.
However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason.
“No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.
Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.
“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”
You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.
You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.
Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.
Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.
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