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Lester didn't understand that Meg launched herself onto the Tarquin in order to save him (because this is Meg why would she— he doesn't really deserve it does he he is such a terrible friend and he is fine with himself dying) until he was told about it by Meg.
Meg who feels guilty that Lester is dying and she doesn't want to lose someone else who is important dear to her.
oh yeah and they hugged
and Meg cried
and Lester tried to reassure her that he is going to live despite not knowing if he will .
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birthday
dealer! chris x reader
warnings: cursing, it’s kinda short
a/n: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @fuckhim-fuckher-fuckyou
“chris! where are you taking me?” i asked, laughing.
his long fingers covered my eyes, leaving me to see nothing but darkness.
“you’ll see, baby” he spoke as his free hand found the small of my back, helping to guide me through my home.
when i first woke up this morning, chris seemed hellbent on getting me out of the house.
he asked me to pick up very specific items from the store, giving me a long list of things to shop for.
i tried not to take it personal, but it was hard not to when it felt like he was trying to get rid of me.
as soon as i got back, he had rushed to help me out of the car, covering my eyes eagerly.
once i realized that he had a surprise planned, i instantly perked up.
he took the bags from my hands, placing them down in the kitchen, before continuing to walk me through the house.
when we got to my bedroom, he removed his hands.
my eyes widened in surprise as i took everything in.
“chris, what the fuck? how did you do this? when did you get the balloons? how did you hide them? what-?” i asked in shock.
“don’t worry about that, ma. happy birthday” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
“chris, you really didn’t have to do this” i spoke as i felt tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes.
“i know, but i wanted to. you deserve it” he spoke into my neck.
i turned around to face him, holding his cheek in my hand.
“thank you” i whispered before placing my lips to his.
his hands ran up and down my waist as my lips moved against his slowly. his soft lips slid against mine perfectly, making me smile into the kiss.
after a little while, i pulled away for air. his lips chased after mine immediately, leaving a light peck to them.
i let out a sigh of content, and walked over to the bed, grabbing the box of chocolates.
“want one?” i asked as i opened them.
he nodded his head with a grin, making me laugh at his eagerness.
i unwrapped the gold foil before placing the chocolate in his mouth, then doing the same for myself.
“does this mean i bought all of that food for nothing?” i asked, remembering the groceries that we left in the kitchen.
“nope, we’re gonna bake stuff” he said. “i was gonna make you a bunch of stuff, but i’m terrible at it. so, i figured we could do it together”
“you’re too sweet, chris. i love you”
“i love you too ma. and i love seeing you happy” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“damn, i’ve turned you into a huge softie” i said, thinking about how different things were when i first started buying from him.
“yeah, just don’t tell anyone. you’re the only person who gets to see it”
“that’s fine by me” i said as i cuddled into his side.
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DWB! CHRIS MASTERLIST.
MAIN MASTERLIST #1.
MAIN MASTERLIST #2.
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Hi!! ❤️🇻🇳 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) love from Vietnam for u writing~
*Mention: A lil kill and violence here ಠ_ಠ*
So, I was cooking, and then...my mind come an ideal for Shattered Glass Au ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
What happen when Megatron Daughter meet SG!Megatron!!
I images that, SG and Origin world got a portal connect two world together.
What reaction when Buddy first see SG!Megs? I think she gonna be scared and hid in her room.
What reaction when she saw SG!Megatron is a great patient, loving dad toward her just like OP?
Will she get close to him and call him "Dad"?
(I think SG!Megs gonna teary when he hear her call him that 🥹, I'm not cry...)
Because SG!OP very violence, to make SG!Megatron fight him in Cybertron.
OP decide to kidnap and kill small sparkling Buddy infront of SG!Megatron.
SG! Megatron: I'm happy...cause you still alive in this world, lil one...
(I'm not crying 🥲...nope...)
And what punishment will happen to Megatron when SG!Megatron hear he, himself in this world abused Lil Buddy while he supposed to cherish and protect her, not be her nightmare 🥲
SG!Megs: I'm sorwy...
Buddy: Not your faul...dad...
SG!Megs: *Tear split out of his eye* I'M NOT DERSERVE YOU!!! WOAHHHHH!!!
Oh!
Oh...
Oh...
Prepare any tissues at hand, they will be used.
This is my interpretation of SG! TFP, it may change in other works if the plot needs it.
Hope you enjoy!
Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality meeting SG! Megatron
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hurt and Comfort, mentions of violence and death, nothing graphic though, Cybertronian reader
TFP
It was a normal day on base.
Buddy was watching a movie with the kids on the projector.
Bee and Smokescreen had just gotten back from patrol.
Arcee was talking with Optimus and Ratchet about something.
The Wreckers had managed to get Magnus to throw a lob after days of pestering.
Truly a lovely day.
Until the portal spawned in the center of the base.
“Oh, not this again!”--Buddy
Buddy shields the kids with her frame.
“What do you mean again!”--Miko
“Trust me this has happened more times than I would like to have! The travel is awful and the lands are worse!”--Buddy
“And that’s story to tell for another time!”--Ratchet
“How do we stop it?!”--Wheeljack
“You don’t! You either get sucked in or something—”--Buddy
BANG!
The light disappears.
“—something comes out.”--Buddy
There in the middle of the bases floor were three mechs sprawled out, groaning from their rough landing.
Three very familiar looking mechs…
Oh no…
The kids could feel Buddy shake at the sight of the newcomers.
The three mechs stood up and scanned their surroundings.
There was no doubt that they were Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave.
They had different paintjobs with similar frame structure, but that wasn’t what Buddy was focusing on.
She was focusing on the blue optics staring at her.
The blue optics she once looked into when she was a sparkling.
The blue optics of Megatron.
Buddy and SG! Megatron staring at each other.
Optimus and Ratchet immediately get in front of her.
Starscream and Soundwave stand up slightly in front of their leader who was just starting to stand.
Tense silence.
Megatron holds eye contact with Prime.
“We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron
“And how do we know this isn’t a trick Megatron?”--Ratchet
Megatron looks at Starscream and Soundwave.
All three drop their weapons, surprising the Autobots.
“Megatron?”--Optimus
“As I said before. We do not mean you any harm.”--Megatron
“You are not our Megatron, am I correct?”--Optimus
Megatron nods.
“We come from an alternative universe. You seem to know my name as Megatron. This is my loyal Second in Command, Starscream.”--Megatron
“Two words I never thought I’d hear in a sentence.”--Smokescreen
“And my third in Command Soundwave.”--Megatron
“Hi!”--Soundwave
Almost everyone visibly jumps back.
“Did—did he just speak?”--Wheeljack
“Yeah? I talk all the time!”--Soundwave
“Sometimes more than usual Soundwave.”--Starscream
“Yeah. Sorry about that one time Screamy.”--Soundwave
Starscream shakes his helm fondly as Soundwave scratches the back of his neckcables.
“We come from a world that is near opposite to yours.”--Megatron
“How do you know that?”--Ratchet
“Our chief scientist, Shockwave was experimenting on the latest relic we managed to acquire from the Autobots. There was no telling what they were going to do with such a relic. Shockwave had enough time to tell us some of the basics before the blast came through.”--Starscream
Optimus nods at the new information.
“How are you guys getting back home?”--Smokescreen
“Shockwave was making a failsafe in case something like this happened. In theory we should be back in a couple of hours. But seeing as he was halfway done with it when the flash came in… a week at most.”--Soundwave
Megatron turns to Prime.
“Will you allow my mechs and I a place of refuge until then?”--Megatron
Prime thinks before agreeing.
Optimus in turn begins to introduce himself and the rest of the team.
He named Buddy last.
This certainly had gotten a reaction from the three Cons.
“This is Buddy, our archivist and technical support of the team.”--Optimus
All three mechs stare a bit at Buddy.
Soundwave kneels down and gently pats Buddy’s helm.
“It’s--it’s good to see ya kid.”--Soundwave
He stands back up, making room for Starscream to kneel.
He offers her his servo to shake.
Buddy shakes it hesitantly.
Starscream just smiles.
“Pleasure to meet you Buddy.”--Starscream
Buddy took the first step towards this Megatron.
It wasn’t the fact that he took a step backwards that surprised her the most.
It is his optics.
Fear.
Sorrow.
Regret.
Hope.
What happened to him?
Buddy slowly approached the giant and held out her servo.
Slowly he grabbed her servo.
It was shaky.
Nothing like the strong death grips she had grown accustomed to.
After the exchange it was settled that the three Decepticon’s would stay until their Shockwave got them home.
It was extremely tense around the base.
Starscream, strangely, got along well with some of the bots. This just surprised them when they found this Starscream to be way more tolerable than the one they knew.
For one, he wasn’t trying to kill Megatron ever second.
Starscream was surprised to hear his counter part wanting to do that to his leader.
He would never try and do that to his Megatron!
He was also caring to others, which was another shock to the team.
Bumblebee trips on a stray cube, slightly skinning his knee.
“Oh! Here let me.”--Starscream
Starscream pulls out a mini mesh kit to fix the joint.
Confused Bee noises intensifies.
Soundwave got along best with the kids and younger Bots.
It was only natural.
There almost wasn’t a second where he wasn’t making some sort of noise, whether it be music or talking, much to Ratchet’s dismay.
It was rare to hear him go silent.
He has mixed feelings about his counterpart’s silent but deadly behavior.
Mainly because he can’t stand so much stillness, ironic being the master spy he was.
Soundwave and Miko jamming out to some rock ballads.
Ratchet looking with horror from afar.
“Oh Primus… there’s two of them now…”—Ratchet
Megatron stays mostly by Prime’s side as the two would have nice talks.
He was the slowest to be integrated into the group.
He did ask about his counterpart, but he noticed that no bot would outright talk about his alternative whenever Buddy was in the room.
There were always side glances towards Buddy’s direction.
Worried glances.
One thing each of the Decepticons noticed fast was that Buddy was never left alone with any of them.
Usually, she was accompanied by a bot or two.
But whenever Megatron came, it almost doubled in numbers.
Soundwave was the one who brought it up one day as he plopped down next to her.
“So, Buddy… how’s your Megatron doing? I mean why haven’t we seen him with you?”--Soundwave
“We aren’t exactly… on talking terms Soundwave.”--Buddy
“How come?”--Soundwave
Buddy looks over at Soundwave and the other Con’s nearby.
“I think you might want to sit down for this.”--Buddy
They quickly sat down by Buddy, as some of the other bots sat down close by.
She knew why, but she continues.
She took a vent in before telling them her story from the beginning.
From the moment Megatronus found her.
From the times she remembered being in Orion Pax’s care.
From the times she was snuck into the gladiator quarters.
From when she met Soundwave and the minicons.
From the Senate meeting.
From the last time seeing Orion and Ratchet.
From when the war started.
From when the training had begun.
From when Megatron left, leaving her to control the army.
From Megatron’s return with the Dark energon.
From Megatron’s worsening training and ideals.
From Megatron’s second death and her having to take care of the army once more.
From Starscream’s ideals and the pushing.
From Megatron’s return.
From The Slash.
From the worse training to date.
From Soundwave snapping.
From Soundwave giving Buddy away to Prime.
The Decepticons had gone silent.
Soundwave was the first to reach out for a hug.
It felt familiar, yet different.
Starscream was the next.
Who knew Starscream could give out good hugs?
Then Megatron…
After a pause he asks if it was okay to hug her.
Buddy had leaped into his open arms before he could finish the sentence.
She buried her faceplate into his neck cables hugging tightly.
Megatron hugged tight too but minded his strength and size.
He gently stroked her back.
“I’m… I am so sorry Buddy.”--Megatron
Buddy lightly hiccupping in Megatron’s neck cables.
“I am so sorry little one.”--Megatron
Buddy finally faces Megatron.
“It—It wasn’t your fault. You had—had nothing to do with my Megatron’s actions.”--Buddy
“…”--Megatron
“…Something happened to my alternative, didn’t it?”--Buddy
“…Yes…”--Megatron
That was when he told her about his Buddy.
From when he found her in the alley.
From raising her with his friend Orion Pax.
From meeting Starscream and Soundwave.
From the Senate meeting.
From the last time she would see her uncle Orion storm out of the chamber.
From the time Nemesis Prime had arisen.
From the time she had been a shining beacon of hope amongst the soldiers.
From the time she disappeared.
From the time Soundwave and him found Prime holding her by her neckcables, struggling out of his grip.
From the pleas.
From the last ‘love you’.
From the blast of the cannon.
From holding his daughter’s offlined corpse in his servos.
From moving to Earth.
From the continuation of the war.
Buddy only hugged him tighter.
He needed it.
They both needed this more than anything.
It was at that moment the light came through.
It was time for them to leave.
The Cons saying their good-byes to everyone.
“If you ever end up in our universe, wouldn’t recommend it, feel free to ask for any of us! Maybe we can show you the base!”--Soundwave
“I’ll keep that in mind.”--Smokescreen
“Thank you again for your hospitality.”--Starscream
“You’re welcome Starscream.”--Optimus
The Cons turn to Buddy, each giving their own long hugs.
Megatron and Buddy give the longest hugs.
“Stay strong little one.”--Megatron
“Same to you, big guy.”--Buddy
Megatron and Buddy give each other one last look before the three walk to the light and vanish just as fast as it came.
They both knew that the alternative couldn’t replace the other, they lost to time. But it still felt good knowing that somewhere in the universe, one was alive and well.
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Laurie’s Beloved | T.L.
📝 Title: Laurie’s Beloved
📚 Requested: Yes/No
✍ Summary: After losing a bet to Jo, Laurie has to write a letter to you. But what happens when you find the letter and think it’s for someone else? | 1.3k
“Jo, please I’ll do anything else.” Laurie begged as Jo held a triumphant smile.
“Rules are rules, Teddy. This is what you agreed to.” Jo reminded him.
“Please Jo, have mercy on me.” He pleaded, giving the girl a look.
Jo shook her head, “Nope.”
“Now what’s all this fuss about?” Meg asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Teddy won’t keep his part of the bet.” Jo said.
“Meg you have to help me!” Laurie said, walking to the eldest March sister.
Meg raised a questioning brow, “What’s his part of the bet?”
Jo smiled, knowing she had found an ally, “Since he lost the bet he has to write a love letter to his dear Y/N. Only now, he refuses to.”
A small smile reached Meg’s lips, “Well Laurie, a deal’s a deal.”
Laurie glared at the both of them, “You’ve got to be joking! I swear all of you are teamed up on this.”
—
It took him a week to finish the letter. Not because he found it hard to pour out his feelings for you. But because he wanted to find the right, the perfect words to express just how much he loves you and how much you mean the world to him.
“Happy now?” He asked, handing the fresh letter to a beaming Jo.
“A bit.” She cooed as she read the letter upon Laurie’s request to improve anything that would embarrass him - especially grammatical and spelling errors.
“What do you think?” Laurie asked nervously as the silence grew, “Is it bad?”
Jo shook her head, giving him a smile, “Surprisingly, it’s rather wonderful. Did you have some kind of poet write this?”
He furrowed his brows, “No. I wrote that myself.”
“Hm.” Jo hummed, giving the letter another look through, “There’s only one thing missing then.”
“What’s that?” Laurie asked.
Jo’s smile seemed almost wicked, “To give it to her.”
Once she had uttered this words, she stood up and dashed in the direction of your house.
Fear started to run through Laurie’s veins as he chased after Jo.
But, Jo was faster than him and arrived at your door within minutes.
She quickly rapped a knock on your door, clutching the letter behind her back while Laurie stood by the side, horrified.
Just as his luck was getting worse, you were the one who opened the door.
“Hello Jo.” You smiled, “What brings you here?”
“Meg just wanted to make sure that you’ll make it to tea this weekend.” Jo returned the smile.
You nodded, “Tell her I would never miss it for the world.”
“I definitely will.” Jo said.
“How about you Laurie? What brings you here?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe.
The heat immediately rose up to the boy’s cheeks, being winter - it would’ve made sense. But the snow wasn’t what caused it.
It was you.
“Uh, n-nothing.” He managed not to trip over his words, “I just accompanied Jo.”
Jo chuckled, “Definitely true. Anyway, we’ll be going now Y/N/N. See you on the weekend.”
You nodded, lips still holding that wonderful smile that managed to make Laurie weak in the knees.
Once the two of them were far enough from your house, Laurie frowned at a laughing Jo.
“You do not have a right to give me a heart attack like that.” He deadpanned.
Jo made a face at him before handing back the letter, “She deserves to know how you feel. But, mark my words Teddy, if I do get tired of your pining, then I’m really giving it to her myself.”
Laurie rolled his eyes at her, “Fine.”
—
“Damn it.” Laurie cursed under his breath as the two of you made your way to the lake, since it had been frozen over it would be a great day to go skating.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
“I forgot my gloves in the study.” He said.
You gave him a smile, “I’ll go get it. It’s on your desk right?”
He nodded, “You’re an angel, you know that.”
“I know.” You called out, walking back to his house.
Making your way up to his study, you immediately spotted his gloves on the desk. Picking it up, you were about to get back to him when you noticed a folded piece of paper on the side.
You didn’t mean to be a snoop, but Jo had always said that you were sometimes too curious for your own good.
Looking around to find the study empty, you picked up the paper and unfolded it as your eyes started to scan over the words written in Laurie’s handwriting.
To my beloved,
I don’t know how the poets do it. But I find it hard to find the words to describe how much you mean to me.
Because you’re perfect. Therefore, I want to make this letter as perfect as you.
I have loved you ever since I’ve know you. I couldn’t possibly imagine a life where I’ve not known you.
As cliche as it is, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to my life.
You always occupy my mind. Your laugh, your smile, your twinkling eyes that give the stars a challenge. Not to mention how kind and sweet you are to everyone that comes your way.
If you don’t return my feelings, that’s okay. I won’t hold that against you because as much as I love you - I also cherish our friendship. I’d rather remain friends than lose you all together.
But if you share them, know that I’ll always do everything in my power to make you happy.
All my love,
Laurie.
How you wish that you were the one the letter was addressed to. But you knew deep in your heart that Laurie would never love you back as much more than a friend. The letter was obviously addressed to-
“Hey! What’s taking you so long?” A familiar voice echoed from the hallway, “Did some kind of desk monsters get to yo-“
Laurie stopped in his tracks once he entered the study, walking in on the sight of you with his letter in hand.
“Did you read it?” He asked, bracing himself for rejection.
“Yeah.” You nodded, “When do you plan to give it to her?”
Laurie furrowed his brows, “To who?”
“Jo. Obviously.” You answered.
His confusion deepened, “Why would I write a letter to Jo?”
“Oh I don’t know.” You said sarcastically, “Maybe for the same reason you wrote the letter for her in the first place.”
“Now that’s just unfair.” Laurie argued.
“What is?” You asked with a scoff.
“That you’re accusing me of writing the letter to Jo without giving me the chance to explain myself.” He said.
“That’s not unfair Laurie!” You countered, “You know what is? It’s the fact that I’ve loved you my whole life and I’d just be content to stand aside and watch you fall in love with my best friend because I want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.”
Laurie stood there, jaw slacked as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard, “You love me?”
“Yes Laurie.” You said, finally putting down the damned letter, “Practically my whole life.”
He was silent for a moment, “What makes you think that the letter is for Jo?”
You scoffed, “The way you look at her Laurie. The fact that you’re always with her. Even a blind person can see just how in love you are.”
Laurie shook his head in protest, “But Y/N/N, the letter isn’t for Jo. It’s for you.”
It was your turn to be confused, “What?”
He walked toward you, tapping the topmost part of the letter, “I called you my beloved because I remember when you would tell me about the romance novels you would read and how you would swoon when someone calls their love interest ‘beloved’.”
You giggled, “I can’t believe you remembered that.”
Laurie smiled, “I remember everything about you.”
He then brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Since you do return my feelings. Can I kiss you?”
“I would certainly leave you freeze if you don’t.” You smiled.
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Breakeven - Jonas Taylor (The Meg)
Pairing: Jonas Taylor x Reader
Warnings: nope
A/N: Inspired by the song Breakeven by The Script. I was having trouble finding a Jonas Taylor fic that fit what I was looking for so I wrote one. The story of my life. Enjoy.
Jonas Taylor’s gaze swept around the flurry of activity surrounding him. He’d just left the infirmary after making certain his sister would recover from the injury she’d received when her sub had been attacked. He needed a shower and a change of clothes but he was too busy searching the halls of Mana One for your familiar silhouette. He hadn’t seen you since the two of you divorced and now that he was so close to you, he felt the need to find you. To assure himself that you were still whole and alive.
Finally, he caught a glimpse of you as you conferred with Suyin, both your heads bent over a tablet as she showed you something. He sucked in a breath as his chest tightened, an odd mix of longing and bitterness churning inside him. He shoved down the rush of emotions threatening to surface, schooling his features into his normal flat expression. He had to appear unaffected. He couldn’t let you know how affected he was by your presence, how the pain clawed at his insides.
“I thought you were going to clean up,” Mac’s voice interrupted. His friend followed his line of sight to see you. “Oh.” He dropped a hand on Jonas’ shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.
Jonas shrugged him off and gave him a tight smile. “Got sidetracked is all.”
“I see that,” Mac agreed as he put his hands in his pockets and followed Jonas as he walked away from you. They walked in silence for a bit, steps echoing in the quiet hall.
Jonas licked his lips. “Seems like she’s doing okay after everything.” Bitterness colored his words though he’d tried to hide it. He hated that he was torn in pieces, aimless without you and you didn’t seem bothered in the least. It was bullshit.
Mac studied him for a moment. “She’s keeping her head up.” He grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him into a room. “Let’s have a drink. You look like you could use one.”
Jonas nodded and took a seat in what was clearly Mac’s private room. He sipped at his drink as he watched Mac contemplate something. Jonas knew the look well and waited for his friend to come to a decision.
“You’ve got it all wrong you know,” Mac finally said with a furrowed brow.
“What have I got wrong?”
“It killed her to file those papers.”
Jonas snorted. “I find that unlikely. No, she thought I was crazy just like everyone else and left rather than stand by me like she should have.”
Mac shook his head. “I promised her I wouldn’t say anything, but I’m tired of holding her while she cries over you. I love her like a sister, but she needs you.”
“Then why the hell did she leave?” Jonas tried and failed to mask the desperation in his words.
“Because,” Mac hesitated, swirling his drink as if searching for courage in its depths. “Because the old bastard gave her an ultimatum.” Jonas knew instantly he must be talking about your father. None of you liked him but he was too wealthy and powerful to just write off. Mac sighed, regret contorting his features. “He threatened dire consequences, Jonas. Said you’d suffer if she didn’t cut ties.”
A heavy weight settled in his stomach. If your father wasn’t already dead, he’d kill him for threatening you. For making you too scared to come to him. “Threatened? What did he do, Mac?” His grip tightened on his glass, knuckles whitening.
“He didn’t want your presence staining his good name as he put it. Said he’d use all of his resources to make sure you were broke and homeless with no where to turn. He told her there wasn’t a corner of the Earth where you would be safe from him. Then he told her if she tried to run with you, he’d make certain she’d never see you alive again.” Mac’s voice was little more than a whisper by the end, heavy with the burden of the knowledge he’d been carrying.
A cold shock washed over Jonas, followed by a surge of anger that left him breathless. Your father hadn’t threatened you. He’d threatened Jonas. You’d shattered your entire world to protect him. His breath came heavy and he placed his glass on the table in front of him, afraid he’d drop it otherwise. He ran a hand over his head. “Damn it.” How hadn’t he seen this? Why hadn’t he demanded more answers from you? Why had he just assumed you were abandoning him like everyone else? “I can’t believe she never—”
“Hey,” Mac interrupted gently, placing a hand on Jonas’s back. “You didn’t know because she didn’t want you to. She walked away to keep you safe.”
“Safe,” Jonas echoed, the word bitter on his tongue. The truth of your motivations stripped him of his resentment, leaving a raw, gaping wound in its wake.
“Jonas,” Mac’s voice softened, “she loved you enough to let you go but she was far from okay with it. It tore her up. Still does.”
He clenched his jaw as he processed everything he’d just been told. If you loved him that much, maybe there was still hope for the two of you.
You’d taken to hiding in your room since Jonas arrived, leaving only when you were made to. You hadn’t even been to see Lori in the infirmary afraid you’d run into him there. Mac had been trying to get you to tell Jonas the truth since your father died, but you just couldn’t. He’d hate you for breaking his heart, regardless of the circumstances. It was better to just let him move on without you. For him to find his happiness even if you never did.
A knock at your door reverberated through the room. You opened it without checking who was on the other side. An action you regrated instantly when you found yourself face to face with the love of your life. “Jonas,” you whispered, your voice breaking on the word.
He greeted you in return before pushing gently past you and stepping into the room. You shut the door behind him, your hand trembling against the cold steel. “I didn’t expect—”
“Neither did I,” he said cutting you off. “Why did you do it? Why did you leave me?”
The words hung between you as your eyes searched his, wondering why he suddenly wanted to have this conversation when he’d never asked at the time. “Jonas, I…” you trailed off not certain what you could say to get him to possibly forgive you.
“Please,” he pleaded as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. “I heard things about your father, about threats. I need to hear it from you. The truth.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. Your gaze faltered, drifting away before finding its way back to him. “I…you don’t understand.”
“Then help me understand,” he said, stepping closer.
You swallowed the lump in your throat as your heart raced, pounding against your ribs. “My father threatened everything. I never wanted to leave you but if I stayed, if I fought for you…He might have been bluffing, but I couldn’t risk it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t you ask for my help?”
A laugh escaped you then, a cold, bitter sound of disbelief. “How could I, Jonas? Threats from my father aside, you’d been pushing me away since the day everything went to shit. I tried to help you, tried to back you and you didn’t want it. When my father gave me the ultimatum, I figured it wouldn’t matter much to you anyway. It didn’t matter if I was broken, as long as you were okay.”
You couldn’t bear to look at him as hot tears trailed down your cheeks. Strong hands gripped yours and you sucked in a breath in surprise. “Listen to me,” Jonas ordered. “I always knew you deserved better than me and I didn’t want to drag you down with me, but nothing, absolutely nothing would ever make me quit loving you.”
When you said nothing he squeezed your hands. “Say you believe me,” he whispered. “Believe that in a million moments, in a million lifetimes, I would always choose you.”
Your eyes found his, wanting to believe his words. Gods you wanted to. And as he gazed at you full of hope and love and desperation, you found that you did. Could the two of you really have another chance? With your father and his threats gone from your lives, what was stopping you?
Jonas leaned forward suddenly and you barely had time to catch your breath before his lips met yours in a kiss that was both an apology and a plea. His hands moved to cup your face tenderly as if you could vanish in an instant.
Pulling back just enough to meet your stunned gaze, Jonas ran his eyes over your face as if memorizing your features. Whatever he found must have made him happy as a wide grin curled his lips. “Marry me,” he breathed. “Be mine again. Forever this time.”
The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. Fresh tears trailed the paths of the previous ones but this time they were happy, full of love and hope. You brushed your lips against his as you whispered his name.
He kissed you again, needy and wanting, before resting his forehead against yours. “Is that a yes?”
You chuckled. “Yeah, baby, that’s a yes.”
His hands trembled slightly as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face into the curve of your neck and inhaled your still familiar scent. For the first time since you walked out the door all those years ago, he felt whole.
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his skin.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. As long as you never leave my side again everything will be fine.” As he pressed a kiss to your temple, there was a knock on your door.
“Go away,” he called, making you laugh.
There was a stretch of silence before you heard Mac say your name in question which only made you laugh harder. You pulled away to answer your door, Jonas moving with you. Mac looked between the two of you, before grinning like an idiot. “I’m sorry to interrupt this, like you have no idea how sorry, but we’ve got a meeting to talk about the meg.”
You nodded and moved to follow him before Jonas grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “We’ll be there in a minute,” his rough voice said as he shut the door in Mac’s face.
When he turned you and pressed you against the door as he kissed you deeply, all your protests disappeared. This is where you belonged. Right here with your husband as if the last five years had never happened. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back and wondered if they really needed you to tell them to kill the giant shark before it ate everyone. Surely they could figure that out on their own.
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it's part of the job | chapter 1: i put a spell on you.
ceo!dom!natasha romanoff x assistant!bot!fem!reader
series masterlist | main masterlist
summary: natasha becomes smitten with you much to your liking but you knew it was wrong, you hated being a mistress but you love the intimacy she gives you.
chapter warnings: none as of now :>
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You’re working as a part time assistant for almost two months now at a very known company named, ‘The Outset’ owned by the famous Natasha Romanoff whom you have quite the little crush on, but unfortunately for you, she’s already married to a woman named Wanda Maximoff.
As much as you hate to admit it, you wouldn’t stop fantasizing about the woman, she is your type after all. You just love everything about her, especially her being a dominant and elegant woman.
“Enter.” You heard your boss say after you knocked on the door.
You opened the door and you immediately said, “Mrs. Romanoff, the administration asks you to sign these.” you then placed a stack of papers on her desk.
Natasha hummed in response and then asked, “Anything else?” her eyes looking at your eyes directly as you stood in front her desk.
“You have a meeting with Mr. Rogers and Mr. Stark at 2pm, but other than that, there’s nothing else.” you replied to her but you saw that her eyes left yours, you followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at your sort of exposed chest because of the few undone buttons of your blouse.
You quickly fixed the buttons which made your boss look into your eyes again, “Right, since Meg isn’t here today until next week you’ll be the one accompanying me to my meetings.” Natasha said and you replied, “Will do, Mrs. Romanoff.”
You turned around and started to walk out of her office but then you heard her say, “Don’t be late, kotenok.”
Again with that fucking nickname.
It stopped you from your tracks for a few seconds but you immediately came back to your senses and walked out of her office.
You got back to your desk and started answering numerous emails as well as phone calls. Your mind then wandered off to Natasha Romanoff, aka your boss.
Your boss is quite a nice person, though many of your coworkers feared her due to her being a strict and intimidating boss, but she is one of the nicest people you met, which is also one of the reasons why you have a crush on her. The example being that when Meg informed Natasha that her final exams are coming up, Natasha allowed your cousin to take a two week leave so that she can study for her final exams.
Your thoughts then wandered to the endearments that Natasha would call you.
“Malyshka”
“Detka”
“Dorogoya”
“Kotenok”
The weird thing is that she doesn’t call others those endearments, not even your cousin, only you. But you don’t understand the Russian language so it just leaves to wonder what those endearments meant.
You then realized that she started calling you those certain nicknames when the both of you had a little talk while doing some paperwork a few weeks back.
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“Anyone special in your life Y/n?” You suddenly heard your boss ask you seemingly just to have some type of conversation as the both of you were doing some paperwork.
“I don’t know what you mean, Mrs. Romanoff.” you said trying to clarify what she meant.
“You know, like a boyfriend.” Natasha said as she looked at you curiously.
“O-Oh, well… I’m actually not interested in men.” You replied.
“Interesting, so you’re a lesbian?” Natasha asked and you nodded in response, “Any girlfriend then?” she added.
“Nope, none as well.” You replied as you finished organizing some documents, “Don’t you have a wife, Mrs. Romanoff?” it was your turn to ask her.
Natasha hummed, “It’s not really a secret to the world that I have a wife so yes, I indeed have a wife.”
You don’t know where your courage came from but you asked her, “Do you love her?”
There was a brief pause, “Of course I do.” she replied with a smile.
You sensed it, you sensed her hesitation but you just went with the flow and smiled at her, “That’s good to hear.”
After that day, she started to call you those nicknames, “Detka” was the first one you heard her call you, then as the days went by, the other endearments followed.
You didn’t hate it when she called you those nicknames, quite the opposite, you liked it when she called you those nicknames but you somehow feel like there’s something to those nicknames.
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“Natasha, so good to see you again.” Tony Stark greeted as he entered the meeting room.
“Likewise Tony.” Natasha simply replied then Tony took his seat across Natasha and you.
“Good afternoon, Romanoff, L/N.” Steve greeted as he took his seat across from you and Natasha.
“Good afternoon to you too Steve.” Natasha greeted back.
“Who’s this new chick? And how come Rogers already met her.” Tony suddenly asked as he looked at you.
“This is Y/N, she’s my new assistant. Rogers has already met her since she was in our last meeting.” Natasha replied.
“So, are you single?” Tony asked, then he wiggled his eyebrows at you making you a bit annoyed by his behavior.
“Tony!” Natasha scolded, “No funny business, she’s off limits.” she continued.
Her sudden possessiveness sort of turned you on, even though you knew that she did it only to protect you.
Natasha cleared her throat and said, “Let’s just proceed with the meeting, I still have a lot of things to do.”
As the meeting went on, you felt that Natasha’s hand went to your thigh, but from time to time she would move her hand almost as if she’s caressing your thigh and it made you a flustering mess.
The meeting was over and you were now back in your boss’ office.
“I’m sorry about Tony earlier, he’s just like that sometimes.” Natasha said as she was signing some papers.
“It’s fine Mrs. Romanoff, I’m already used to it.” You replied as you continued to staple and gather some documents that the administration asked for as well.
Natasha smiled and said, “I told you that you can call me Natasha when we’re alone, detka.” she then looked at you as you fixed the stacks of papers across from her. You always looked so gorgeous in her eyes when you would concentrate on working.
“Right, I’m sorry, it has just been a habit of mine.” You said to her apologetically, continuing to look at your work. But once you were done fixing the papers, you looked at the woman across from you, your eyes already met hers, you then realized that she was already looking at you.
Your eyes flickered to her lips but immediately went back to her eyes realizing what you just did, you saw her smirk a little it made your cheeks heat up, “A-are you done with signing the papers, Mrs- I mean- Natasha?” You stammered.
“Yes.” She simply replied as she slipped the papers towards you not breaking eye contact with you.
“Thank you, I’ll be giving these to the administration now.” You said and then started walking out of her office.
As you were about to open the door, the door suddenly opened and you saw Wanda, your boss’ wife, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Maximoff.” You greeted her with a fake smile, because everytime Wanda visited the office it just made you feel on edge.
“Honey, what are you doing here?” you heard Natasha ask as she stood up from her seat.
“Why? Can’t I visit my lovely wife?” Wanda teased as she approached Natasha and kissed her on the lips. A bit of disgust and jealousy started setting in within you. You immediately left the office without saying another word.
#natasha romanoff x yn#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x yn#black widow#black widow x reader#marvel x reader#avengers x reader#avengers#avengers imagines
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Warning: Rant ahead. Do not read if you wanna avoid me venting about the wider RRverse fandom & their attitude toward the TOA fans.
Seriously. This is a vent post. Stay away if you don't wanna risk getting upset. I just need a place to get it off my chest. It's been stewing in my head for long enough and I usually feel better if I write it down/type it down somewhere. Makes my chest feel less tight.
Stay safe <3
"No one is treating you guys like outcasts!"
"With your annoying POV-"
"Everyone was so OOC-"
"Meg is such a Mary Sue-"
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
THIS IS WHY I STICK TO THE TOA FANDOM.
THIS IS WHY I BARELY INTERACT WITH THE LARGER PJO FANDOM.
THIS IS WHY I GET ANXIOUS ABOUT SAYING I LIKE TOA ON A DIFFERENT PLATFORM THAN TUMBLR.
BECAUSE. OF. THIS.
Recently, I have left a comment on a Youtube video. All in all, it was basically just me listing off reasons why I liked TOA and - in hindsight - naively going "idk why people don't like it".
Top Ten things said before disaster.
The next day, I got two comments.
One was along the lines of-
"Don't care."
The other was-
"Jasper broke up and Jason died - it's not canon to me!"
...
Excuse me for having an opinion, I guess.
What sucks even more is that when a fellow TOA commented to me, the second guy ALSO responded to them with "yeah but PJO and HOO are still better maybe even MCGAA to"
Like what the fuck. who does this. who has the time????
people who don't have a life, i guess.
And then. and then this same person just Keeps Going when I replied. They said "TOA's an AU" and "It relies too heavily on cameos" and then turns around and says "this would have been better if *proceeds to give a list of cameos* were with Apollo instead of Meg"
like. URGHHHHH.
They. Complain. About. Every. Single. Thing.
Even Tristan McLean going broke. And wishing "something" had been done to "fix" it.
Like fixing something of that caliber would be easy. One of TOA's things is that it deals with Reality - and I get it, some people may not like that, especially for a fantasy series - but come on. You can't expect everything to be fine and dandy 24/7 about a series of GREEK MYTHOLOGY, THE CREATOR OF TRAGEDY.
Then they went on to say they hoped that if the show gets to HOO, they "fix" its ending so TOA doesn't happen.
...BRO HOO ONLY EXISTS FOR TOA TO SHINE. RICK'S FAVORITE CHARACTER TO WRITE IS APOLLO AND THAT'S A PILL YOU NEED TO SWALLOW.
they also went on to say that TOA is "example of a story that overstayed its welcome" and i'm just. GAHHHHHHHH *screams into pillows*
"we got new characters in PJO & HOO-"
Me: *can literally name off 27 new characters from TOA from the top of my head*
Them: You need to respect other people's opinions-!
Me: SAYS THE GUY WHO INVADED MY COMMENT??? WHO LITERALLY CALLED ME ANNOYING??? WHO'S COMPLAINING ABOUT A CHILDREN'S SERIES??? AND REFUSED TO AGREE TO DISAGREE WHEN I GAVE YOU THE OPTION???
Them: There's a reason why people don't like TOA. Can you guess? Because we didn't read the book? Nope i read all 5 and the reason is it's not as good as the others-
Me: bro that's not even a solid REASON-
The condensation on that last one really pissed me off.
What was especially baffling, however, was...
Them: I am pretty sure you have hidden opinions that make you like ToA, like maybe you are LGBTQ or LGBTQ Supporter-
WHAT. DOES. MY. SEXUALITY. HAVE. TO. DO. WITH. THIS.
THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!
and as a matter of fact, what are they even implying here??? it just sounds like they're saying I must only like TOA because of the queer rep and I can tell you that reason is bullshit.
(I love the queer rep dw it's just not the #1 reason why i love TOA)
also here's a full list of the characters they said were 'OOC': Piper, Frank, Leo, Calypso, Hazel, & Reyna.
A few of these, I understand the confusion (but also disagree with) - but FRANK? FRANK ZHANG WAS OOC?
AT THIS POINT THEY'RE JUST LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT.
(In another person's comment about loving TOA they also went "well there's no Percabeth in it-" OH MY GODS JUST STOP ALREADY.)
It was especially infuriating when I pointed out the hate the TOA fans in the comments experience, they replied with "Nobody's treating you like outcasts!"
TELL THAT TO EVERY TOA FAN WHO'S GOTTEN HATE!
TELL THAT TO ME WHO JUST GOT HATE FOR IT.
just. AJHGSFGH. people. some people.
I want to block them. But youtube has removed that feature (thanks a lot youtube).
I'll stick it out. I am point-blank telling them to drop it. We'll see how that goes.
just...people. Guess you still can't have an opinion, huh?
Jokes on them they merely fueled my stubborn fire. I only love TOA more now. The harder they argue, the tighter I cling.
Anyway. If you've stuck it out this far, thanks for listening. I just really needed to vent. It's been bugging me for a few days and ruining my mood every time I open up youtube.
No response is needed, btw - again, needed a place to vent.
ToA fans, you're the best <3 Love ya <3
#not tagging any fandoms#don't wanna invite drama#it's just a book series i know...#but it's hard to even talk about what you like when people jump down your throat about it#like. can't i have an opinion? am i not allowed one?#according to the wider fandom i guess not#this is why i stick to the toa one#good vibes. good conversations. disagreements drop pretty quick because we value each other's opinions.#yeah. toa ily <3#vent post#tw vent
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My Experience at SPNNC 2023 Con
Hello, my name is Ellie. If you're not already familiar with my blog, I write a lot about things like my divination with tarot and a pendulum, the show Supernatural and the former cast, deities, various experiences of my own, dreams, etc. I went to the SPNNC 2023 aka CE Charcon 2023 as some here on Tumblr call it. I still don't know what the deal with the spatulas is at this con, I guess I wasn't one of the cool kids who was in the know about this "trend" per the usual ha ha.
Friday, Aug 18- Didn't go
Saturday, Aug 19
I arrived around 10:15am because I thought the line to register would be long and that it'd take ages to park. Nope, it took a couple minutes for me to find parking and the line to register empty. Someone told me however that on Saturday the line was over an hour long Friday. I guess that what they mean by priority registration for Thursday and Friday is that only people with weekend packages could register for the first hour and a half or so of registration on those 2 days, so they don't wait in line as long. I guess my not being able to make it on Friday was for good reason ha ha. In-between panels and photo-ops I went exploring the hotel, talked to some other people at the con, looked at the vendors tables, sometimes observed the actors and actresses interacting with each other or other fans.
11:30- Drake Rodger Photo-Op
I walked into this photo op and curiously my mind went quiet. For those who read my posts or know me personally, you know this NEVER happens. I almost always have many trains of thought happening at one time. A couple days before I went to this convention I was told by one of my guides Loki to buy a photo op ticket for Drake. I thought this was rather interesting but I decided okay let's do it. I saw Drake do the so called "Teletubby hole violation" when in line. I believe there were 3 people in line before me when I saw that. Pretty cooI stuff I got to see it in person, not gonna lie. I thought it was totally perfect ha ha. I'm afraid I didn't make the cut in that IG video as I didn't do a crazy pose. I will say however that as crazy as this might sound, I swear I thought he was going to pull me in closer but felt himself stop O.O When the photo was taken and therefore my photo op was done, he said "Thank you" in his soft spoken voice. Meg Donnelly his girlfriend was in the room and smiled at me as I walked off, which I thought was interesting to say the least. I walked out of this photo op a fan of his.
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2:30- Cosplay Costume Contest
I chose to dress as Hela from Thor: Ragnarok the Norse Goddess of Death for my costume. The winners were chosen based on whoever got the loudest cheers when the host stood behind them. I can see why not that many people chose to participate in this contest. A lot of the contestants wore the Castiel trench coat (not photographed here). The winner was "Pudding Dean" who got $150 and a certificate. Donna and Gabriel were the runner ups. I believe they got $75 and $25 along with the certificates. The rest of us got a red Supernatural lanyard for participating. Even though I did not win this contest, I am glad I was able to go onstage and not get stage fright while being asked my name and who I'm dressing up as let alone panic standing in front of that crowd. It shows to me I've grown a lot over the years and am overcoming some anxiety issues I have at times. Also, the fact I got plenty of compliments on my costume and even someone wanting a selfie with me because they loved my outfit so much made it all worth it even more in my opinion. By the way, I totally think Hela should've been a Supernatural character and could've made a GREAT villain or an anti hero, just saying...
4:50- Rich Speight Jr Photo-Op
Okay, being dressed as Hela from Thor: Ragnarok and taking a photo with Loki from Supernatural was at this point a given. I was nudged to buy a ticket while at the convention at this point. Naturally, a Loki nudge which totally makes sense ha ha. The Jared photo ops were running 20 min or so behind naturally, so therefore this photo op was running behind too. I ended up waiting by an empty security desk to charge my phone while waiting for the photo op to come up. I talked to a couple people while waiting but also where I was happened to be by where Meg, Drake and Jojo's autograph tables were set up (couldn't really see Jojo so much as his table was across the hall and not in a good line of sight where I was).
I ended up watching them over the course of most of my waiting time. Drake seemed pleasant while waiting around for autographs and such talking to the person he was sitting with. Jojo at one point threw a pen at him and Drake had to get up to get it off the floor. Meg barely spoke to the person she was with. At one point she started to tap her pen while looking around and not talking. When someone came up to her to say something she had that "friendly" voice she uses on stage and talking to fans. Talk about an awkward silence mostly between her and the person she was sitting with. I felt bad for Jojo and Drake because they clearly were hoping for more autographs and getting bored sitting there. After seeing Meg behave the way she did and having a tense tone with the person she was sitting with for the short bit they did talk, I did not feel so bad for her.
As for Rich, he seems like a really cool guy. I told him "yes" at first when he asked me if I made my costume and said he loves it. I ended up saying I'm just kidding I bought it online but "I thought you'd be happy to see me". He said "I am very happy to see you", dunno if he caught this Thor: Ragnarok reference or not when Hela said "I thought you'd be happy to see me" before she defeated the Asgardian Army. I certainly walked out of my photo op with him a fan of his.
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9:00- Concert (Or should I say more like 9:30)
Nothing much to discuss here. I was aware many people were speculating that Jensen would sing on this night. Something kept telling me however that he was not going to sing but couldn't explain it. Mark Sheppard did show up to play the drums for apparently the first time since 2010 when he last played drums onstage. This is curious because it was his higher self who set me up coming to this convention to begin with. When Mark showed up, something told me "Jensen is not showing up to this concert because people were criticizing his looks online like crazy". A friend of mine had some similar feelings while this concert was going on. Of course, people must've been mindblown he didn't show up with how many were expecting him to show up but didn't ha ha. The microphones were very loud here, I walked out a little after 11pm when the concert was done with a headache.
Before Gold Panel/Before I went back to Convention
The same friend of mine who had the same feelings I did about why Jensen didn't show up to the concert dreamwalked to the very same room Jensen and Jared were in. Virtually EVERYTHING they talked about when she dreamwalked (mind you, for the first time ever!) to them manifested in the Gold Panel. I didn't get to go to this panel because I only had the copper package. Jensen said things to Jared like [I'm only paraphrasing in this section mind you] "do people actually want to meet me or do they only care about my looks?", mentioned how upset he was people were making fun of his mustache this weekend, and Jared at one point said "no matter what people are saying about you, you're an awesome person. I want you to know that". Jared even made a strange remark about how "Gen asked me to babysit the kids a couple weeks ago". Around 10:20am before I left for the convention, I picked up my pendulum and said to Hermes "Is there any truth to this dream my friend had?" and he said "Yes, LOTS of it".
Turns out, in this particular panel someone asked them if they ever experienced bullying and their children (around the 6:05 mark). Around 14:10, Jensen also brought up how his daughter said "it's not babysitting" when Jensen is with his kids. "She's just mom and he's just dad". Hmmm, were Poseidon and Hermes telling them both the night before or so what kinds of things they will be asked during the panels? Very interesting dreamwalking experience, let alone the fact everything she heard ended up manifesting the next day at the Gold Panel (and that Hermes said there's lots of truth to her dream with me curiously asking him this 10 or so min before the panel was scheduled to start at 10:30).
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Sun, Aug 20
I came back to the convention around 11:15 or so. I mostly hung around the vendors area and explored the hotel and talked to some people before I went to the Mark Sheppard panel.
1:15- Mark Sheppard Panel
Mark's panel was an absolute joy for me to be in the room for. He said things like "if you have a panic attack this is the safest place you can be", "who wants to be king of a country", and asking someone "is that the best you can do" when they started to ask him "if you could be any animal [what would it be and why]?" and cut them off saying "oh Jesus". It was 100% worth going to this convention to sit in this panel. Mark's authentic, sarcastic, and speaks his mind but also has a very caring heart despite having a tough love approach at times. I enjoyed his walking around the theater for his panel instead of sitting up there like others do. At one point he was walking through the row 3 rows in front of mine when he was looking at someone's Moose doll, which I thought was pretty cool. Very close!
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J2 Main Panel
No, I didn't get to go to the Gold Panel because I only had a copper package. It's interesting because I felt my lie detector alarm go off many times when Jensen was speaking in this panel. It was hard to hear some of what was being said at times during this panel because I wasn't exactly front row and did tune out some here and there. Jensen I believe is trying very hard to keep up with a happy family life at home. His passive aggressive tone speaking about Danneel was very apparent at least to me. The car story? Jensen please hun, you should've just driven with her. I know you were aggravated about the car problems but that doesn't mean behave this way. It does show a very concerning mindset that Hermes spoke of that he's in right now. Those who are not seeing it at this point do not have their eyes or hearts open to receiving this information...
I found his answer about reading a book he'd like to revisit to be very off putting. I myself had reading struggles as a kid and essentially taught myself how to read when I was going to enter 5th grade (long story here). He did an absolutely terrible job talking about his dislike of reading here. Don't like to read? Fine but the way he used a book his wife reads a lot, come on! You never read 1 book in your life Jensen? Sheesh...Someone was kind enough to point out to me that when Jensen was speaking of the book Danneel reads that's by her when she sleeps, she says "HER bed" not "THE bed" around the 40:35 mark (put some earbuds or headphones in and you'll hear it). Jared was a great pleasure to be in the same room as. I feel that Jensen also would've been more pleasant if he was not on the downward spiral he seems to be very much on lately.
I've spoken a lot about Jensen and Jared and others in past posts regarding divination and deities and other topics. Poseidon and Hermes both used Jared and Jensen to speak through them. Just about everything that was said in this panel they have talked about many times to me recently. I expected many of the things that were discussed to be discussed, very few surprises. Heck, even the ridiculous questions that made it through weren't totally surprising on a divine blueprints level. Jensen very much needs guidance, as Hermes has told me plenty of times before and I could see it in his eyes.
Some of the things I knew about them I discussed with only a few via PM and even they were surprised at some of the things that came about in this panel vs what I told them. I will say this, I was not surprised by the house purchase Jensen made in CT based on things I do know, nor was I surprised at Jared talking about how as he gets older he is becoming less able to tolerate 100 plus degree weather for a month at a time. Him talking about liking the mountains, NC even and Asheville and such was interesting and mentioning Idaho (when Gen made a trip there with their kids no more than a couple weeks beforehand).
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I went home after this panel was done. There was at one point a golden sticker on someone's chair behind another sticker and the prize was apparently a gold ticket to another con. Of course... the winner was in a gold seat NATURALLY. Quite annoying but I know enough about Creation Entertainment to know this was 100% to be expected. Would I go again? Absolutely. It was a joy being in the room for all these panels, meeting the actors and fans I did, and being able to say I actually went to one of these things.
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Queen of Chaos (Gojo x oc Part Three)
Here's Chapter Two
“This needs to stop.”
The feeling of his cursed energy accompanied by the sound of Gojo’s back popping from the sofa made Ren roll her eyes and rub her neck. “Yaga said I wasn’t needed til friday.”
“Yaga didn’t send me,” He informed her.
She raised an eyebrow and pulled a water bottle from the fridge. “Higher-ups?”
“Nope,” He sang standing up. “Came on my own,” He snickered and whispered. “That’s what she said.”
Ren gave him a deadpan look. “Get out,” then spun on her heel and turned to her room.
He stuttered and chased her. “I’m kidding! I need help getting Shoko a birthday gift.”
She turned her head over her shoulder and said to him without stopping her confident stride. “I know, I’m getting ready.”
“How- nevermind don’t answer that.”
“Nanami told me,” She told him, with a matter-of-fact tone.
Gojo settled himself on her kitchen counter and picked up a file that had been cast aside. “Hey Meg?”
She rolled her dull eyes and poked her head out the door. “What?”
He held the manilla folder. “I thought you didn’t do case work anymore?”
“I don’t,” She said with a furrowed brow. “Gojo, I’m blind how the hell am I meant to read.”
“I dunno,” He shrugged, flipping through the papers.
Ren went back to her closet and tugged on a shirt of which she had no idea what color, but the shape was a skin tight turtleneck and sweatpants that both felt nice on her hyper sensitive skin.
However in the other room, Gojo was reading carefully with his fingers about the details of a curse of some sort. The folder was clearly meant for Megara with the braille pages but someone had forgotten that her disability made it nearly impossible to find shit.
“Ready?” She asked with a sigh, letting her long hair stay loose.
Gojo hummed before tucking the folder into a pocket of space for him to collect later when he’s not with her. “I’ll take us to that one china shop she likes.”
She frowned and tried to walk towards his energy, which was everywhere due to the sheer amount of it. “Help me asshole.”
He chuckled and held his arm out for her to take a hold of, she gripped his shirt firmly and he warped them to the store. “C’mon Nanami sent me a picture of the one Utahime told him about.”
Later at a small sushi bar the two of them sat in the corner away from private eyes. Gojo’s bright hair always tended to attract a few wandering eyes and girls. And Ren’s gray eyes made them think she was somehow deaf too.
“What about the girl?” She asked, sipping her soup.
“Nobara?” Gojo said surprised. “What about her?”
Ren shrugged. “I know Megumi’s abilities, and Yuuji’s are pretty easy to guess based on their origin. What’s hers?”
He sighed. “Something to do with nails,” At her scoff he amended. “But her cursed technique is called Renaissance, she needs blood and a straw doll then she can hurt her opponent from afar.”
“Badass,” Ren grinned. “What grade?”
“Three.”
She grumbled and threw back the rest of Gojo’s drink–much to his dismay. “Figures, those assholes can’t recognise a woman with power.”
“You were a special,” He points out.
“That’s different,” She told him. “My family was bigger back then and I had a curse up my ass.”
He laughed. “God, you and Yasha scared the shit outta me.”
Ren chuckled just not as amused and more so forced. “She was something.”
“Miss her?”
That pushed a real laugh out of her. “Hell no, she was a bitch, I sympathize with Yuuji if Sukuna is anything like that thing.”
“What did you do to him? Sukuna?” He asked genuinely.
“Pushed him down,” She told him. “I got really good at it when my niece’s curse chose her.”
He winced and rubbed that back of his neck. “I heard about the little terror, how’d the mom take it?”
Ren laughed and massaged her eyes. “She nearly exorcized it.”
“Damn,” He said hushed. “Is the kid okay?”
“Doesn’t stop crying when I’m not there to shut the thing up but alive nonetheless.”
The two were quiet before Gojo spoke up. “And your brother?”
She cleared her throat and looked at her lap. “Tried to kill me.”
“Bastard,” He grumbled, crossing his arms. “Did your mom say anything?”
“Nope,” She popped the ‘p’. “The only reason the mom lets me stick around is because I can help her daughter.”
He sighed and scratched his chin. “Your family might be worse than mine.”
“Ha!” She barked, twirling her straw. “Your dad made me want to tear my eyes out.”
“Me and you, man,” He sighed, flicking his glasses back on and standing up. “C’mon we still need to buy cigarettes.”
“No I didn’t.”
Megara Ren was fed up with this back and forth. The secretary hummed and clacked her keyboard. “Well I don’t seem to have a Yuuji here with us-”
“No, I said I need Yuuji’s birth certificate,” She sighed, rubbing her forehead.
“Right, and you are…”
“His guardian at the moment–Gojo Satoru– asked me to forward him an email about it and when I did– the email timed out.”
The lady tutted and clicked around. “I’ll need proper identification from both parties.”
“Yes,” Ren sighed. “I emailed the proper information before I called.”
“Oh yes!”
Ren slumped into her loveseat with a heavy sigh. “Find it?”
“Megara Ren?”
“Yes,” She said in confirmation.
“I’ll send those right over!”
After that disaster of a phone call, Ren laid her head in her hands and exhaled. “Siri, text Dunce Face.”
“What would you like to say to Dunce Face?”
“I’ll forward you the damn email, just fucking open it on time this time.”
A few minutes later Gojo replied with: “fiiiiiiine :^^^.”
Then Ren listened to the email herself.
It was short, vert short. The text to speech told her his name, age, birthday, birth location, and record. It went into detail about his grandpa’s passing but she felt as though that wasn’t her business.
“Call Yaga.”
The man answered on the third ring. “Ren?”
“I dug into Yuuji’s medical and family records but the only thing I could find was the grandpa.”
He grumbled a curse or two. “Mother?”
“Whipped clean,” She informed him. “Like he was dropped off at the doorstep.”
“And his schools?”
She swiped her hands along the coffee table till she found the correct folder. “All teachers before highschool said he was a normal enough kid then puberty hit and he was sorta jacked.”
Yaga set the phone on his desk and flipped through a folder of his own. “Dammit I was hoping for more.”
“Anywhere else you’d like me to get into?”
“Not at the moment, just keep an eye out.”
She deadpanned. “Hardy har.”
He smiled and asked. “Have you received any word on Yasha?”
Ren picked at her lips. “None yet.”
“Ah, well I wish you luck.”
“Of course, give me a call if there’s anything I can do.”
Gojo rested his feet on his desk and flipped through the manilla folder.
It was in braille but fortunately from his years spent with a certain blind woman he was confident in his ability.
“Ren Megara,” He said under his breath, running his finger over the bumps. “Age 27, grade special, parents- I think that’s what it says- uh, Kalid and Moira- yup I was right,” He pumped his fist, then pausing at a specific word. “Curse status…incapacitated?”
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Meg ran upstairs to get him some of her homeopathic cure-alls. Oregano oil, turmeric. -
I've always had a little theory that part of the foundation split was William not wanting Meghan to talk about mental health as I've always gotten a hippy dippy vibe from her and that she'd say something against medical recommendations. On the Sussex Insta, they once recommended a yoga retreat as part of a mental health month thing - I like yoga but it is not a cure for serious issues. I just always suspected William was like "Nope, can't have that kind of thing being said publicly"
Very likely.
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
Thank you for the tag @shortcuts-make-long-delays!
1.) How many works do you have on ao3?
Currently 104 although they'll go up to 105 in a few minutes.
2.) What's your ao3 word count?
736,265 :D
3.) What fandoms do you write for?
Star Wars, I don't have any fics for other fandoms :|
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?
Meg vaabir Ni haa'taylir? Get an ne'tra. (What can I see? Mostly all black.) - My blind Obi-Wan work that I wrote with my friend after I a) tripped over her guide dog again and b) said it would be interesting to see how Obi-Wan managed
meg a copikla tooka (what a cute tooka) - Obi-Wan is a tiny tooka shapeshifter, enough said
gaanla solus at hibirar be tooka-wan (chosen one to learn of tooka-wan) - Where Anakin finds out Obi-Wan is a shapeshifting tooka :)
te geroya at gotal'ur te vod'e nayc suvarir (the game to make the brothers confused) - Where the clones find out Obi-Wan is the above, there's a lot of tooka in this
Ahsoka kar'taylir meg tookas cuyir guuror (Ahsoka knows what tookas are like) - At the surprise of no one, it's where Ahsoka finds out Obi-Wan is a shapeshifting tooka. I don't make the rules, you all just seem to like tookas?!
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! I like to answer them the same day but sometimes my disability means no energy so I just treasure them until I have the time and energy to answer them!
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Angiest ending is probably this one (Ni ceta... (I'm sorry...)) because I tend to give my angst in the middle of chapters and then happy endings.
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Probably this one (cuun briikas'la oyay (our happier life)) because the other happier ones haven't ended yet!
8.) Do you get hate on fics?
I don't think it was hate but I once received a rude comment?
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I mean, it was very soft smut if that counts? I don't really do smut, it's not my favourite to write.
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Nope! :)
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so? I mean, I hope not!
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Again, I don't think so but I'm very open to the idea! I think stories should be accessible to everyone and if that means podfics or translation then that's great!
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I have actually! I cowrote the Codywan reverse bang fic with a dear friend @forloveofcodywan and she did a wonderful job (find it here Ni ru'kir rejorhaa'ir kaysh Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum kaysh (I should tell him I love him))
14.) What's your all time favorite ship?
Codywan and I will scream it from the rooftops.
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I, unfortunately, have this horrible disease called inability to leave a WIP alone, so they'll all get finished at some point.
16.) What are your writing strengths?
I think my prose is relatively good? I do like writing that as opposed to action sequences.
17.) What are your writing weaknesses?
Action sequences and scenes with multiple people talking because I get confused.
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
If we're talking fictional languages, I already do it, if we're talking real languages, as much as I would like to, I don't, for fear that I get it wrong.
19.) First fandom you wrote for?
Star Wars.
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?
Nice and easy, it's the fic where I gave Obi-Wan a cane because I have one. It's also my excuse for using Tholme as a main-ish character for once because I love him.
Ni haa'taylir ner'st o'r gar (I see myself in you)
I'm tagging, with no pressure: @forloveofcodywan @happybean17 @tired-bshocked @kcrabb88 @kenobster @afoundling and @deathdovesong and anyone who wants to play!
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The Final Incident: Thirteen
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter 6
General Audiences | Fluff, Coming Out
"Satoru?"
"Hmm?" Gojo looked up from a pile of marking. Megumi could just spot a diagram of a knife on the top piece of paper, which Gojo had drawn a smiley face next to in sparkly purple gel pen. "How can I help you, Megs?"
"Uh, do you have a minute?"
Probably sensing Megumi's nerves, Gojo swept the papers dramatically off the table and gestured to the seat next to him. "Always."
Smiling a little at Gojo's theatrics, Megumi sat down on the chair Gojo pulled out for him. "Um. Well."
"Take your time, I've got loads," Gojo assured him.
"You'd say that even if you didn't," Megumi accused.
"Well, I'm the strongest, aren't I? If I didn't have time, I'd make some."
"Can you even do that?"
"My dear Megumi, I have yet to find anything I can't do. So, take as long as you need."
Taking a deep breath, Megumi began with "Do you remember that guy with the elbows?"
"That is not what I thought you were going to say."
Megumi hated standing out.
It didn't matter where he was, or what he was doing, or who he was with, he wanted to just blend in and go about his own business. If there wasn't any reason to stand out, why should he? He only ever went out on a limb for something that was worth it, like throwing racists into canals, and things of that ilk.
Gojo was the complete opposite. If there was any standing out to do, Gojo would happily do it - whether it was being born with white hair and blue eyes, standing literally head and shoulders above the crowd, or using his incredibly irritating personality to be very loud in public. He was a terrible person to be around if you just wanted to get on with things.
Unfortunately for Megumi, they lived together.
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"Can you just sit down?" Megumi said irritably, tugging on Gojo's sleeve to try and pull him back onto the bench they had both been sitting on. "You don't need to stand up for Tsumiki to see you."
"But I want to make sure!" Gojo argued, waving towards the school building. "Look! There she is!"
Tsumiki was on the steps of the building, arms full of rolls of paper from her art club. Megumi slightly raised his hand in a half-hearted wave, which she returned before hurrying up to them.
"Sorry for making you come all the way out here," she apologised as soon as she reached them.
"Don't be silly," Gojo chastised, pulling all the rolls out of her arms. "We're happy to help you carry things, aren't we, Megs?"
Megumi hated agreeing with Gojo. "Sure."
Tsumiki handed him a small bag. "Can you hold that? I need to run back for my school bag."
"Sure," Megumi repeated. "Hurry up, though."
"Yeah, yeah." Tsumiki rolled her eyes before beginning to run back into the school.
"Where's she running to?" Gojo asked.
"Her class, probably."
"Hm." Gojo sat back down on the bench, but stretched his legs out. They reached the edge of the pavement, meaning pedestrians would have to either jump over his shins or walk on the road.
"Do you have no regard for other people?"
"Nope." Gojo popped the 'p'. "There's no-one here, anyway, except for that loser over there."
He was pointing at one of Megumi's classmates - a nice kid, if quiet.
"That's Yasu."
"Oh, you know him?"
"I guess. I know of him, anyway."
"Hm." Gojo was staring now, which was making it weird. What kind of adult stared at middle schoolers?
Megumi prodded Gojo's temple. "Oi. Don't stare at him."
"Oh, my bad," Gojo grinned. "Didn't realise you were a jealous man, Gumi."
"What."
"What was the kid's name? Yahoo?"
"Yasu," Megumi sighed, getting a sense of where this was going.
"Why haven't I heard of him before?"
"Why would you?"
"Because you have a crush on him, don't you?"
Megumi stared at Gojo, absolutely flabbergasted. "What in hell's name-"
"Sssshhh, don't yell!"
That was another thing about Gojo. He annoyed the hell out of Megumi.
Megumi waited until Yasu walked far away, then lowered his voice to a violent whisper. "Why would that even occur to you??" he hissed.
"I dunno, you seemed kind of defensive!" Gojo whispered back.
"I just didn't want you staring like some kind of creep!"
"It wasn't creepy, I was just curious!"
"It was creepy, and you shouldn't be curious about some random kid!"
"Aha, but as we have just discovered, he isn't just some random kid, he's your-"
"What are we whispering about?" Tsumiki asked, before Megumi could kill Gojo.
“Nothing,” they chorused. Megumi glared, but Gojo was already standing up, arms full of paper.
“Looks like I can’t hold your hand on the way back, Megs,” he teased, dancing away from Megumi’s attempted kidney jab. “Hey! No need to get violent over it!”
“There is so much need to get violent over it. So, so much,” Megumi sighed, falling into step beside Tsumiki as Gojo strode ahead. “Do you ever wish he’d just … tone it down?”
“Regularly,” Tsumiki laughed. “But if it makes him happy to look conspicuous, who are we to stop him?”
“Uh, his wards?”
“You’re adopted, Megumi. His child.”
“Even more so, then. I am well within my rights to stop him.”
“Well, go ahead and try,” Tsumiki offered.
Megumi watched as Gojo attempted to kick a pigeon, laughing manically when it flew away.
“Yeah, I don’t think there’s any saving him.”
Tsumiki laughed again. “God, you’re so similar. Toru was only asking me the other day if I could get you to tone down the emo – his words, not mine!” she added hastily, as the murderous gleam returned to Megumi's eyes.
“Oh I know it’s his words,” he said. “But in the end, who’s the one wearing all black?”
“You?”
“Well- yeah, me, but also him.”
Gojo started walking backwards so he could watch them from where he was, several meters in front. “Ooh, if looks could kill I’d be dead, Megumi~!”
“God, I wish!” Megumi called back.
“Words hurt, kid!”
“Stop yelling,” Tsumiki told them, gently elbowing Megumi. “We’re walking past people’s houses, you know.”
“Whoopsies!” Gojo slapped a hand over his own mouth. “Sorry, Miki.”
“Let’s just go home,” Megumi sighed. He started to speed up, trying to catch up to Gojo, who had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
"What's up?" asked Tsumiki, observing a slightly dazed look on their guardian's face.
Gojo just pointed across the street - at a man, walking past. "Isn't he pretty?"
Megumi face palmed. "You can't just stop in the street to stare at people!"
"But he's pretty!"
"So what?!"
Yep. As frustrating as everything else was, Gojo also stood out in a way that was much less obvious: he was gay.
"You can do your little rant at home," Megumi added, beginning to push Gojo away before the poor man on the other side of the road (admittedly, very pretty) realised Gojo was staring. "He doesn't want to hear you waxing poetic about his eyelashes."
"Well, maybe he does," Tsumiki considered, "But I don't think Megumi's going to let him."
Gojo let himself be pushed along the sidewalk, occasionally looking back over his shoulder until his crush (of a few seconds) turned the corner. Then he properly stood up and started striding again, dreamy look still on his face.
Megumi and Tsumiki exchanged glances, Tsumiki sighing fondly. This wasn't a rare occurrence.
One Year Later
It's not that I have a problem with Gojo being gay, Megumi mused, watching Gojo watch TV in their rainbow-flagged apartment. But, there was a small part of him, deep down, that felt uncomfortable when Gojo stared at a guy, or gushed over an actor on the TV. Maybe because it was his dad? Or because most people thought being gay was weird?
Megumi didn't think that, though. He could almost sympathise; that actor had genuinely had beautiful fingernails. He couldn't sympathise with the staring on the street though, or the five second crushes. How could you like someone if you didn't know them?
"Ooh, Megumi, look at his elbow!!" Gojo squealed from the sofa.
This was getting ridiculous.
"When did I become the guy you tell about your crushes?" Megumi complained, trying to walk past Gojo before he could catch him and force him to watch whatever show it was that had all the men with nice elbows.
"Just thought you might relate," Gojo shrugged, and stuck an (irritatingly long) leg out to stop Megumi walking past. "Stop! Watch with me!!"
"I don't relate, and I don't want to." Megumi thought better of stepping over the leg, so started going around the back of the sofa to try passing by the other way.
"Oh, do you not like elbows?"
"I have no particular feelings about elbows."
"And what do you have particular feelings about? And since when did you talk like that?"
"I've always talked like that, and I don't have particular feelings about anything- let me get past!" Megumi exclaimed, as Gojo quickly shifted to the other end of the sofa so he could stop Megumi leaving again.
"Hm," he said, looking unconvinced. "Come back when you've had a think." He moved his arm to let Megumi pass.
"I won't," said Megumi, and left. Some rainbow bunting fell down as he slammed the door.
His room was the only place safe from the pride parade, as Tsumiki had graciously allowed Gojo to hang a flag there too.
"It's just June," Megumi muttered, throwing himself down on the beanbag. Why was this irritating him so much? Why did it matter to him where Gojo hung his rainbow flags, and whose elbows Gojo commented on?
Why did it bother him that Gojo thought Megumi would understand?
He didn't understand. Yeah, sometimes guys looked pretty. But did that really matter? Was that all it took for people to fall for each other? In which case, why had it never happened to Megumi? Even Leonardo di Caprio in Titanic hadn't got to him until they'd gotten halfway through the film, much to Gojo's horror.
Megumi turned over to bury his face in the beanbag. He didn't want to be uncomfortable around Gojo; he never was before, so why had it suddenly started now?
But, if life had taught him anything, it's 'when in doubt, ask Google'.
Megumi turned on his computer.
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"Satoru?"
"Hmm?" Gojo looked up from a pile of marking. Megumi could just spot a diagram of a knife on the top piece of paper, which Gojo had drawn a smiley face next to in sparkly purple gel pen. "How can I help you, Megs?"
"Uh, do you have a minute?"
Probably sensing Megumi's nerves, Gojo swept the papers dramatically off the table and gestured to the seat next to him. "Always."
Smiling a little at Gojo's theatrics, Megumi sat down on the chair Gojo pulled out for him. "Um. Well."
"Take your time, I've got loads," Gojo assured him.
"You'd say that even if you didn't," Megumi accused.
"Well, I'm the strongest, aren't I? If I didn't have time, I'd make some."
"Can you even do that?"
"My dear Megumi, I have yet to find anything I can't do. So, take as long as you need."
Taking a deep breath, Megumi began with "Do you remember that guy with the elbows?"
"That is not what I thought you were going to say."
"Whatever. Do you remember him?"
"Vaguely."
"Do you remember saying you thought I would relate?"
"Yeah...? Is this going where I think it's going?"
"Toru. I'm not gay."
"Oh. It wasn't going where I thought it was."
"I'm pansexual."
Normally in this sort of situations, there's a kind of awkward silence that descends over the kitchen. Perhaps the parent will stand up, pace around a little, and look confused; the kid will sit and look uncomfortable, before launching into a speech about how "I'm still me!"
Gojo wouldn't be upset, disappointed, or angry, Megumi was sure. Some minor confusion, maybe, or a "are you sure you're not just gay?"
What Megumi didn't expect was for Gojo to jump up from his seat, arms wide open, and scream "AAAAAAA!!! I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU, GUMI!!"
"You're .... what?"
"SO PROUD! OH MY GOD, TO THINK THE DAY HAS COME-"
At Megumi's look, Gojo sat back down in his seat and cleared his throat. "I mean. Thank you so much for telling me, Gumi. I love you lots, no matter what, okay?"
"O...kay..." Megumi had never expected that to change, but he supposed it was kind of reassuring anyway.
"And - they're not decorated yet because I wasn't sure what colour they should be, but I had a feeling, so I've made you something." Gojo stood up and started hunting in a cupboard, before pulling out a tupperware full of cupcakes. "So, they should be...?"
"Pink, yellow, blue," Megumi sighed. "If you have to."
"I do," Gojo agreed. "Very much so."
"Well, if that's it.." Megumi stood up and made to exit the kitchen.
"Wait!"
Megumi turned.
Gojo grinned, and put his tupperware down. "You didn't think you were escaping without a hug, did you?"
Megumi immediately began scrambling for the door, as Gojo advanced at a sedate pace. "You'll fall over if you're not careful," he commented, watching Megumi's socks slip and slide on the tiled floor. "C'mere."
Megumi's protests were muffled by Gojo's hoodie, as Gojo wrapped him up in his arms like a Christmas present. It took a moment before Megumi reluctantly hugged back; they swayed on the spot for a minute in silence.
It was broken by Gojo's giggle, as Megumi relaxed so far into him that Gojo was practically holding him up.
"Comfy there?"
"Shut up."
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The DBD quote book but in character (pt 1)
Pov: you’re a ghostface simp in a lot of these
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Claire: [loading up dbd] guess what time it is! Oh never mind it’s a crash report.
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Wesker: shit the main menu broke my coat again
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Nea: if it’s a Michael I swear to god- [tier 2] OH MY GOD IT’S A MICHAEL
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Feng with the gametag, fuck me ghostface: DADDY! [gets stabbed by ghostface]
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Feng: I hear a Michael.
Steven: I’m surprised he left me the hell alone
Feng: [gets grabbed] OH MY GOD IT’S TOMBSTONE!!!
Steven: what?
Feng: IT’S TOMBSTONE!!!
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Leon: I’m simply just a pretty himbo
Jake: I think you’re just an idiot
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Claudette: [falls sideways in the gate] I fucked up
Steven and feng: [already gone] wha-
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Claire: ok we can finally ready up- ANOTHER CRASH REPORT
Nea: [joking] I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I’m the entity lol
Computer: [bluescreens]
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Nea: I’m sick these crab claws trying to fuck me in the ass
———
Jill: wassup sexy~
Leon: sorry I’m dating wesker
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Claire: [on hook] I don’t think he liked it when I stopped him from tunneling nea
Knight: [face camping claire]
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Later in the match
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Nea: OH THATS NOED [leaves rando Steven to die]
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Feng after getting a selfie with ghosty: go find my body there’s a medkit
Ghostface around the corner: hello there
———
Nea:GHOSTYDONTKILLMEGHOSTYDONTKILLMEGHOSTYDONTKILLME- FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK-
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Nea: ya see he has the whole pinhead TLC
feng: TLC? [visible confusion]
Nea: I said DLC
Feng: [pulls out voice memos]
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Nea: you bullied a baby onryo
Claire: sheva bullied her more! She got more points
Nea: she had no perks!
Claire: . . . Oh hey I got my challenge!
———
Ghostface: oh I can do this- THATS A LOBBY FULL OF MEGS! Let me out let me out let me out!!!
———
Yui: stop making them dc!!!
Claire: I didn’t mean too!!
Pinhead, crying in the distance: no more pallets!
———
Kate: so why don’t you [-] anymore?
Claire: well you see [goes on to explain]
Kate: … huh? I’m sorry I spaced out
Jake: they really opened up to you just then and you spaced out!
———
Leon: hey! hey Claire! Wanna see a magic trick?! [flashbangs claire]
———
Claire, sick: I sound like bill!!
Bill: [loud coughing in the background]
———
Dyslexic Feng, typing in chat: “where where “ you- oh wait. “Were were you” shit. “Were where-“ DAMMIT!
Nea, taking the computer: “where were you?”
———
Feng: Danny resonates Florida energy
Leon: care to explain?
Feng: no.
———
Feng, nea, vittorio, élodie: [doesn’t even finish loading in]
The knight, seeing it’s crows eye: nope. [DC’s]
———
Jill: so anyways before we load in-
Feng [hears a child outside]- EW!
Jill- your windows open
———
Haddie: have you ever read the perk stuff for solidarity? It says-
The entity- SILENCE
Nea- so uh- as you where saying?
The entity- [loads haddie and nea into a match]
Haddie: god dammit!!!
———
Nea- wesker is AFK!!!
[feng and nea proceed to crouch in front of him]
[the exit gates are powered and neither of them plan to leave]
Feng- I’m gonna die doing what i do best. Grabbing dick and sucking ass [circles wesker crouched]
#leon s kennedy#jill valentine#jake park#feng min#claire redfield#ghostface#micheal myers#nea karlsson#dead by deadlight#dbd#dbd wesker#steve harrington#claudette morel#quotebook#the knight#danny johnson#jed olson#dead by daylight#Meg Thompson#pinhead#kate denson#dbd ghostface#dbd leon s kennedy#dbd haddie#dbd killer#dbd memes#albert wesker#stars wesker
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"Hey, I've been reading on the internet about this thing called 'sleep'. It's supposed to be real good for you!" (-sclepurpose @ megs bc this made me CACKLE)
TIRED SENTENCES, VOL. 2.
" YES, YES, YES, in one more minute, Minion ! " The response is practically automatic, said on instinct to just hearing the word 'SLEEP.' ( It's totally not because he's repeatedly promise 'one more minute' over the span of an hour. Nope. Certainly not. ) Despite the current hour, Megamind is still working away at melding together his latest DASTARDLY project — still with no immediate plan on stopping. What can he say ? When he had an idea, he wanted to see it through 'til the end ! It's no wonder it takes such effort to tear him away from it just to deal with a basic need such as sleep.
" It's almost finished; as soon as it is, I'll go straight to bed. " Yet another thing he keeps saying. The last time, he said that he just 'needed to weld this part on, then screw on this other part' and made it sound like it'd be quick. Evidently, that was not the case, so it's hard to know if he actually means it when he says it this time or not.
#sclepurpose#MEGAMIND. / IC.#MEGAMIND. / VERSE 002. BAD TO THE BONE.#( KJHGKFG PLEASE#man megs rlly is just so. ADHD coded actually#literally hyperfocusing to the point of insomnia. lol.#megs is definitely the type to get up after working for a long ass time only to immediately feel the Effects(tm) & be like ouh God /SILLY )
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@1930sdarlin I've been directed to you, my dear, via the magic paw prints ✨️ [THEY FOLLOWED THE COLORED PAW PRINTS!]
DARLINNNNNN!!! 💖💖💖
You did the thing!!!! You followed my paw prints!!!
🐾🐾🐾
They led you straight to me~! Heeheehee!!! 😸
Good job! 🎉
While Leona’s mod was the first one to complete the multi-colored magic paw print challenge and so I said they got 2 things from me as a special bonus they still didn’t technically do it correctly. But that was mostly because I wasn’t completely clear enough. More like a dirty window that needed cleaning than a squeaky clean, new one that you can totally see through with no problems. So I gave it to them and then cleaned up the window!
🪟🧼🫧
So you are the first person to get it 100% correct!!
You played the game - I’m purroud of you, so here’s TWO GIFTS from me to you~!
…did I just rhyme you with you?
I did.
Oopsie.
…
OH WELL. GIFT TIME HERE WE GOOOOO!!!!!!
GIFT ONE!
A silly cat joke! 🤪
J: What is a cat’s most common crime?
A: Cat burglary? Nope. Littering! 😹💩
GIFT TWO!
A riddle for the Heartslabyul girlie! ♥️♣️♦️♠️
(taken directly from Alice’s Puzzles in Wonderland by Richard Wolfrik Galland)
A Mock Lamentation
Alice found the Mock Turtle sobbing quietly beside a rock pool.
He turned to her and said:
“You take a knife,
And cut me deep,
I am not hurt,
But still you weep.”
The gryphon arrived and joined in mournfully:
“It’s said in France,
They love me true,
Chop off my head,
And cry ‘boo-hoo.’”
“Do you know what we are?” asked the Mock Turtle.
♥️
Answer:
Alice replied, “Why, you’re both onions!”
🔪🧅🧅
I hope you enjoyed your gifts, Megs! And thank you for playing~!😸💜
*rubs my nose against yours in a mock kiss*
#good job darlin!!!#2nd person to complete the game!#and the first one to do it 100% correctly!#but Leona’s mod still won too because their mistake was honestly something I would have totally done lol#BUT GOOD JOB!!!!!!!!#💖💖💖#che’nya chats#twst rp#che’nya rp#magic paw print game 🐾#darlin megs 💖
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Meanwhile in San Myshuno, Megan headed over to Iseul’s apartment to hang out with her. Iseul buzzed Megan into the building and opened the door to let her in. She smiled as she saw Megan and Megan smiled back before hugging her. “You’re wearing your nerd glasses, Liao.” She teased lovingly as they both pulled away. Megan grumbled playfully. “Excuse me Kang, they’re my regular glasses.” She said. “I know, they look nice on you.” Iseul said, and cleared her throat. “Thanks, Is.” Megan said.
Megan took off her shoes by the door, and she and Iseul sat on the couch to watch tv and chat. Iseul put on Forged: San Myshuno, and Megan grinned and poked Iseul’s shoulder as the theme song came on. They watched as four contestants made a llama themed blade, and Megan blushed as they showed a contestant she had a crush on, a woman named Lisa* who had short black hair, tattoos, and was muscular. “Holy simsus llama, she’s cute, that jawline, her arms, her tattoos, her confidence.” Megan said, fanning her face as Lisa grinned and winked at the camera and then some footage of her talking about what materials she used was shown. Iseul grinned too. “What? Lisa’s super cute. I have a billion types of women I like, but I definitely love confident women with short hair, angular jawlines, muscles, and tattoos.” Megan said, then blushed as Iseul gave her a mischievous smile, and Megan realized Iseul fit that description too**. “I mean Tessie is confident and has short-ish hair and she’s muscular and has tattoos so she fits that too, so it makes sense, plus Tess and I are both okay with each other having crush on celebrities or fictional characters and so on-Is, stop making that face at me.” She rambled, and Iseul laughed. “I know Megs, I just love teasing you and seeing you ramble, it’s kind of cute.” Megan grumbled again, mostly to hide her face feeling like it was red as hell.
Plus, Iseul made some Nasi Lemak for herself and Megan in her slow cooker. “Simsus llama, Is, you made enough to feed a whole party of 8.” Megan teased as she set the table while Iseul set the platter of food down. “There’s this thing called leftovers, Megs, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of it.” Iseul teased back, and Megan laughed before lightly punching Iseul in the shoulder. “Nope, never.” She joked. “How’s Grace?” Megan asked as they both dug in. “She’s busy with work and taking care of her cat Aloo after his surgery, but she’s doing good.” Iseul said, smiling as she thought of her girlfriend. “That’s good.” Megan said. “How are your kids?” Iseul asked, and Megan grinned. “Good too, Saf’s graduating college this year and I’m so proud of her, Amir is getting ready to go off to college with his cousin Piper, and Emmy is already being grown up and independent and it’s making me and Tessie sappy because it seems like just yesterday when she was born and my little snugglebug.” Iseul grinned. "I get that." She said. Plus, Iseul told Megan about the new baby in the Kang family, Nguyệt. She showed Megan some photos on her phone and Megan oohed and awwed as Iseul flipped from photos of her brother Min Jun holding his granddaughter and looking so happy, her sister-in-law Paenji lauhing as she tickled Nguyệt's tummy, Cam making silly faces at her niece, and a sleeping Nguyệt held by her umma Cece while her mama Hanh sat next to Cece and had an arm around her and the two of them smiled at each other. "She's so cute." Megan said as she and Iseul both bent their heads over Iseul’s phone. "Yeah, I can't believe I'm a great-auntie. I feel so old but in a good way." Megan grinned.
#ts4#mysims#Iseul Kang#Megan Liao#*I couldn’t think of a name so my iPad suggested Lisa and I was like okay I’ll go with it 😄#**I had a pin-up style bg tattoo on her but it keeps disappearing when I exit CAS 🥴😅
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