#anyway i’m stressed and miserable as fuck because of work but my lovely husband has been doing everything. in his power to help me
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hi it’s me with another vent post in tags. happy out of touch thursday
#not really actually a vent post. but i saw a post i wanted to reblog but will not due to reasons.#no elaboration there.#but the last few months have been like abysmally difficult for me at work and just only get worse#and as soon as this deadline passes i’m looking for a new job.#now would be the time for me to forget that somehow a coworker follows me on tumblr.#i don’t think so but like you know those paranoid thoughts oh well#anyway i’m stressed and miserable as fuck because of work but my lovely husband has been doing everything. in his power to help me#and i just love him so much. i don’t know how o got so lucky#he takes care of everything in the house and outside of the house and supports me and loves me in all the ways i need to be loved#and i just can’t describe the relief and joy of coming home to him after a fucking miserable day#and even when he’s gone at work just getting to talk to him on the phone#like it doesn’t always make me feel that much better cus honestly work puts me in a shitty mood and i’m not always easily drawn out of em#but mostly it does and he does and i just don’t know what i’d do without him being there for me#i know it’s hard work being a partner to someone who is 9 days out of 10 a cranky snippy pile of nerves#but he does it without complaint and he does it extraordinarily well.#my dearest heart i love you i know you won’t see this but i love you
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Omg plz write a part 2 of Hux’s sister
Ask and ye shall receive!
PART ONE
Word count: 2272
Warnings: none, but again just a bit of a crack fic
Sibling Rivalry II
"What's that?" Armitage asked, in a judgemental tone.
"What's what?" You innocently replied.
"That." He pointed towards your neck, where you knew there was an inconcealable hickey sitting just below your jawline.
"You know exactly what that is Armitage, or would you rather I announce to the entire bridge that Supreme Leader Ren-"
"No. That's quite enough." He hastily interrupted you, the bitterness evident in his tone.
It had been almost a year since you transferred to The Supremacy, and a lot had changed in that time. Namely, Supreme Leader Snoke had died in... mysterious circumstances, and Kylo Ren had taken his place - much to your brother's dismay. You were the only person who Ren had trusted with the truth: that he had been the one to kill his ex-master. But you weren't complaining, dating the Supreme Leader certainly had its perks.
He allowed you to take his place as Commander, a job which required a lot less admin than being a Lieutenant. Plus, admittedly, you did tend to get away with missing deadlines more than the average First Order officer.
Whilst things had only gotten better for you, they had gone the opposite way for your brother. He spent his days expressing his hatred of Kylo to you, hoping that it would perhaps spur you to break up with him. But he was well aware that so long as the two of you were together, his life and job weren't at risk.
"Speak of the devil," Armitage grumbled under his breath as Ren walked onto the bridge, every officer in the vicinity immediately standing to attention. All except you and your brother who merely watched him as he approached.
"Be nice." You hissed, your attention immediately turning to Kylo as he approached you both.
"I need to talk to you." He addressed you, immediately giving your brother a pointed look which read 'leave us alone.'
With a reluctant sigh, Armitage said: "very well, I'm spending this evening with Millicent anyway."
After you had watched him depart, your gaze trailed back to Kylo, who forced himself to tear his own eyes away from the mark he had left on your neck.
"Who's Millicent?" He suddenly asked.
"His cat." You slowly replied, wondering why he cared.
Kylo let out a sharp, deep, laugh, "he has a cat? I thought it was a woman."
This time you let out a cackle, "a woman? All the times he said he was going to play with Millicent what the fuck did you think he meant?" You kept your voice down, away from prying ears.
"I just imagine that's how he speaks about women." He shrugged, but at that very moment, an idea hit you.
"Millicent... a woman." You muttered as the cogs turned in your brain, "his wife." You laughed as the idea formed.
"What?" Kylo looked at you, utterly confused.
"Nothing, just thinking of new ways to make Armitage's life difficult." You smirked, "anyway, what did you need to talk to me about?"
"I'll be off base for a while, I shouldn't be gone longer than two rotations." He told you, very matter-of-factly.
You nodded, quite used to watching him come and go on various missions. You knew that you would be the one coordinating things from aboard The Supremacy. "Okay, just stay safe." You told him, knowing that he absolutely wouldn't heed that warning - he never did.
"I will." He replied, just to keep your mind at ease. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a brief kiss, being Supreme Leader meant that he had grown tired of caring who knew about your relationship. Nobody had any power to stop him.
In Kylo's absence, you would simply have to distract yourself by spreading some completely untrue rumours about your brother around the base.
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"Y/N..." You could hear the snarl in Armitage's voice as he pulled you aside on your way to the bridge.
"What can I do for you, Armitage?" You gave him an innocent grin, knowing exactly what had him so worked up.
"Tell me why when I speak about Millicent, people seem to think I'm referring to my wife." He snapped, and you stifled a laugh.
"I'm not sure, maybe you need to work on your communication skills. After all, constantly referring to her as Millicent rather than 'my cat' can be very misleading."
"The AS division are all calling me a 'toxic husband,' because I keep my wife locked up all day and night!" He exclaimed, the frustration evident in his tone at becoming a laughing stock. You cracked at that, a loud cackle escaping your lips. This gossip spreading truly couldn't have gone better.
"Amazing," you said as your laughter died down, "absolutely amazing."
Spreading that rumour had been easy, you had made a simple suggestion to Captain Phasma along the lines of 'isn't it so weird how General Hux always talks about this Millicent woman but nobody's ever seen her?' And from there, it had spread like wildfire.
With no contact from Kylo since he had left, investing yourself in spreading gossip at your brother's expense had been the perfect way to stop yourself from worrying. Besides, he was due back that very day, so the timing couldn't have been better.
After Armitage finished scolding you to no end, you both went to the bridge to receive an update from Kylo's team. Usually, he would contact you over the comms with the number of injured and deceased troopers so you could have the med-bay prepare accordingly. This mission had just been recon, so you weren't expecting any issues.
"Commander Hux, come in." A different voice spoke to you over the comms today, and you immediately wondered why it wasn't the Supreme Leader speaking to you.
"I'm here-" you responded, "go ahead." You didn't want to make a big fuss about Kylo not being the one to contact you, especially not with Armitage at your side - he would never let you hear the end of it.
"Despite complications, the mission was a success." The voice crackled over the comm.
"What complications?" Your heart involuntarily started racing as your mind thought of every worst-case scenario.
"They knew we were coming ma'am and we were met with heavy fire, but we managed to escape. Plenty of minor injuries, two will need medical attention, and one deceased." He formally spoke, but you were barely listening anymore. Kylo not having been in touch was worrying enough, but this was the icing on the cake. You simply turned to Armitage, and he could read your expression, so he took over.
"This is General Hux. We will prepare the med-bay." He curtly said, cutting the comm off before you could ask the question plaguing your mind.
"It won't be him." Your brother said, "as much as I wish it would be." He then grumbled, which was met by a hard elbow from you.
"But what if it is?" You stressed, "he usually contacts me, but this time I've heard nothing!"
"Just... sit down." He suggested, unsure of what else to say. Part of Armitage was praying that Ren was the one casualty on the mission, but he also didn't want his little sister to have her heart broken. Truly a catch-22 for him.
"No, I'm not 'sitting down,' Armitage!" You exclaimed, beginning to pace. "I'll tell you what, if he walks off that transport as if nothing has happened then I'm going to make him the second casualty of the mission for stressing me out like this."
"I think you're being a bit dramatic." He tried to console you.
"You're only saying that because you're praying that he's not coming back." You grumbled.
"That's a fair accusation." He admitted, "but as much as it pains me to say, I know Ren means a lot to you, even if I can't begin to fathom what you see in him." At this point he was practically speaking through gritted teeth - Maker out of everyone in the First Order his sister could have fallen for, it had to be his arch-nemesis.
"I'm going to go and tell the med-bay to prepare." You huffed before leaving the bridge. You needed to distract yourself from this pit of worry that was opening up in your stomach. Surely you were just overthinking things, but considering the circumstances, you couldn't help yourself. Part of you hated how much you cared about Kylo because you didn't like feeling this dependent on him.
Just to try and help lift your mood you were sure to perpetuate the rumour about your brother and Millicent on your way down to the med-bay. A group of troopers had been quietly discussing whether there was any truth behind it or not, and as the General's sister it was your solemn duty to confirm the rumour
"Yeah it's crazy, Millicent is my sister in law and I don't think I've seen her since the wedding." You whispered to them as you went by, trying your best not to break out into laughter on the spot. If anything was going to take your mind off worrying about Kylo, it was definitely going to be making Armitage's life just that bit more miserable.
Whilst you were on your way to tell the med-bay to prepare, Armitage was left on the bridge, which meant that when the ship returned from the mission he begrudgingly had to go to the hanger to greet them instead of you.
As the boarding ramp lowered he found himself genuinely wondering if Ren was going to be the singular casualty. He knew he was being ridiculous thinking it, but your panicking had clouded his judgement a bit.
To Armitage's dismay, but likely your relief, Kylo was the first person to leave the craft. He looked filthy, a few cuts littering his face and his robes dirtied from battle. The Supreme Leader was used to seeing you when he returned from a mission, and being greeted by your brother left him with a scowl on his face.
"What are you doing here?" He grumbled.
"Lovely to see you alive Supreme Leader." Armitage sneered in response, "although if you don't talk to my sister soon I doubt you'll be alive much longer."
"Spare me the empty threats General, we both know you couldn't kill me if you tried." He waved his hand in dismissal as he walked past Armitage.
"Perhaps. But this time it's not me you need to be worried about." He called after Kylo, who turned around with his brow furrowed.
"Y/N?" He knew that perhaps not contacting you for the entire duration of the mission wasn't his best idea, and now he was already regretting it.
"She's not happy." Your brother plainly responded as he walked back towards Ren.
"Has she got those brow lines she gets when she's angry?"
"She'll most definitely have them when she finds out you're alive." Armitage grimaced, "I'd tread carefully if I was you."
"Fuck." Kylo swore under his breath when he saw you approaching.
Now stood next to Ren, Armitage whispered up to him, "whatever you do, just don't make her any angrier for both of our sakes."
"You-" your finger was immediately pointing directly in Kylo's face as you stormed over, "you're going to be the death of me, you know that? I hear nothing from you, then suddenly there's a casualty on the mission! But here you are as if nothing happened."
"I'm sorry." He said. Openly apologising was such a rarity for Kylo that it made you stop dead in your tracks.
"Come again?" You couldn't quite believe your ears.
"I said I'm sorry. I should have contacted you." He was so calm that you found your rage dissipating. Any kind of apology from Kylo was a victory.
"Then I guess you're off the hook." Your expression now changing to a more teasing one.
"What?" Armitage exclaimed, "you can't let him off that easily!"
"Why not?" You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing that he was just hoping to keep you angry at Kylo for as long as possible.
"I don't know, you just can't!" He grumbled.
"Go and feed your wife Armitage, she's been alone all day." You said, purposely loudly so people would overhear you, and he immediately went red in the face.
"She's my cat!" He practically yelled the word but nevertheless went storming off. "One day you'll break up with him, mark my words!" He called as he departed, giving up on caring who was around to hear.
"At this rate Armitage, he's more likely to become your brother in law!" You knew there were absolutely no plans of marriage, but you couldn't miss the opportunity for humour.
Kylo snorted from beside you, "I doubt we'd do much family bonding."
"He'd probably try and kill you in your sleep." You laughed.
"'Try' being the key word." Kylo paused for a moment before he pulled you into his arms, but before he kissed you he paused, "his cat being his wife?"
"I got bored, spread a rumour, the usual." You shrugged, before leaning in to close the gap between your lips. You didn't care that he was dirtied from his mission, you were just relieved to have him back.
"And another thing-" Armitage interrupted you both as he stormed back over, no doubt with a witty insult to hurl at Ren. Your lips parted so you could both stare it him with deadpan expressions, whereas he just looked disgusted. "Why do you insist on these displays in public? I don't want to see it."
"All the more reason to do it." Kylo smirked and pulled you back in for a kiss.
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These are “outtakes” from Billie Joe’s 2010 Out Magazine interview. The link is still up, but for some reason they took out his answers about masculinity and femininity????? And those are obviously the most interesting answers! Anyway, here’s the whole thing I had saved in a doc
March 19, 2010
Billie Joe Armstrong Tells All
Photo: Kurt Iswarienko
Our April Broadway issue features Green Day's front man Billie Joe Armstrong chatting about music, politics, and the new musical, <i>American Idiot,</i> based on the band's last two albums. The writer of the piece (and former Popnography editor) Shana Naomi Krochmal filed the following exclusive extras from her interview with Armstrong that didn't make it into the piece. In them, Billie Joe touches on masculinity, his queer influences, and meeting Lady Gaga:
ON MASCULINITY:
Out: Is masculinity important to you?
Billie Joe Armstrong: I think it can come in handy, if it’s used the right way.
What’s the right way?
I think you learn a lot from Little League baseball. Like how to be a good team player, what do you do in situations when you’re at bat and it’s just you and another person. When you lose, how do you deal with losing? When you win, are you a good winner? And a graceful winner? How do you contribute to a team situation selflessly? I think there’s a lot of leadership skills in that. I don’t know if that’s masculinity or just good leadership or just life lessons. I just used Little League baseball because it’s male dominated.
Do your kids play?
They did. My oldest is done now, and my youngest one does. It was a real good bonding experience. I think masculinity is a lot more feminine than people give it credit for. Or it can be. Jim Morrison seemed very masculine to me, but also completely feminine at the same time. That balance in between -- and it’s not those morons on the bus in Borat. That’s not masculinity, that’s insecurity at its worse. Masculinity is something that women can have.
What is feminine about you?
I’m not sure. Let me think. It’s all about being a well rounded a person. I think being a singer is very feminine. Being a singer is a very feminine thing -- performing is definitely. Women have a lot more courage I think than men do, in a lot of ways -- if you think about what Madonna does or Lady Gaga or Beyonce. Women have a much easier time of reinventing themselves than I think men do. Hmm, I think -- a little bit of eyeliner. [Laughs] But I think there’s a big difference between vanity and femininity. I think that feminine side has served me a lot more than my masculine side has in a lot of ways.
ON PERFORMING AT THE GRAMMYS:
That was such a great night. There’s a whole thing where you’re worried about the awards part of it, and it can make you kind of irritable, kind of stressed out. But the great thing is that we had a chance to play with the cast, which has never really been done before.
ON THE MOST EMOTIONAL PARTS OF THE SHOW:
When Rebecca [Naomi Jones] sings “Letterbomb,” that really blows me away. The scene where Tunny’s on the gurneys and they’re singing “Before the Lobotomy.” And “Last Night on Earth” is an amazing scene with the couple doing this heroin dance. Tony [Vincent] is singing the song -- the first verse while they’re slamming smack -- and then the next verse is Mary coming out with a baby that she’s had with a guy who turns out to be a loser father. I get chills thinking about it right now. The juxtaposition between the two scenes is like -- wow.
ON WRITING AN ORIGINAL MUSICAL:
I’d definitely be interested in it. I think we’re in a really rare situation where this is gaining momentum. I don’t want to screw it up by working on something else. I’d love to do something with Michael [Mayer]. I’ve always wanted to see what it would be like to score a film -- but this, this is even more special, I think.
ON KNOWING TOO MUCH:
When you start getting into politics, what I’ve realized is that if it seems to be black and white, it’s shooting off into so many different directions. You can’t really keep up with what’s happening in the House of Representatives. Things like Hurricane Katrina, Haiti, troops in Afghanistan, financial crisis -- even Tiger Woods. It seems to be one thing after the next.
ON HIS QUEER INFLUENCES:
My uncle. There were different punk singers, from a guy named Cretin Chaos in Social Unrest to guys like Morrissey. And also guys that would genderbend a little, like Bowie, or Mike Ness from Social Distortion wearing makeup. I’ve always liked music that was non-gender specific, like the Replacements song called “Androgynous.” It was just always those little things or people that were willing to make you think, whoa, that’s not what I’m hearing on the radio these days.
ON MEETING LADY GAGA AT THE MTV VIDEO MUSIC AWARDS:
She had this outfit on -- she had so much shit on her when she walked by! She couldn’t move her arm because she was going on to do her performance, and it was like shaking hands with someone in a cast. She had this handler that was like, “Don’t touch the costume! Don’t touch the costume!” She said something about how she loved Dookie so much she used to lick the pages. I thought it was really cool. She’s influencing a lot of young people, and she’s doing it in a way that’s provocative. And a lot of people don’t realize that she’s an artist, and she’s been one for a really long time. She’s taking something that Bowie or Madonna did and taking it a step further.
ON WHAT IT MEANS TO BE “PUNK ROCK”:
That’s like a 10 part answer. I think of it as something that you need to have of your own. For me it’s about community. I think it’s kind of spiritual in its own way, because people fight over it so much and the meaning of it. It’s a sense of self-discovery. But also a new set of ideas and a new poetry, a new music that you discover that you notice that no one else is really into, or goes against what other people are normally into. It’s like you’re free to be an individual and taking on new ideas and challenging old ideas. I think it has a lot to do with burning down the establishment to create something new. But at the same time, you find relationships within that too. It’s something that’s supposed to empower you. It’s about starting something new. Part of the problem with a lot of punk rock is that people believe that it’s supposed to be one thing. Everything for me starts off with punk rock when I’m writing songs -- it’s almost like I’m stripped down to the bare bones of music again. It’s kind of in my DNA in this point.
ON HIS WIFE, ADRIENNE:
She’s great. She’s beautiful. Without her, I don’t know what I’d do. She empowers me to challenge myself in a lot of ways. She inspired the song “American Idiot” by playing me this Midnight Oil song that she really loved. She runs a store called Atomic Garden, all about sustainable living. She’s really active in NRDC, politically. Sometimes I think she’s a hell of a lot more interesting and a cooler person than I am.
ON HIS “MISERABLE” HIGH SCHOOL EXPERIENCE:
Academically you have to completely re-figure out how to prioritize your life. And suddenly you feel like the whole fucking world is against you because they’re prioritizing for you. And it’s forced on you. And if you don’t get it at that age, if you don’t catch it -- that’s what happened to me, I didn’t prioritize anything. I just got to a breaking point where it was like, by my later high school years, “You’re all full of shit anyway. Everyone’s full of shit. I know what I’m doing, and fuck school, and fuck schoolwork, and I’m not going to go to fucking college anyway, and I’m gonna play in a rock band, and you’re all gonna be sorry.” You get vengeful -- it’s a natural instinct, all those hormones going and shit.
ON BEING HAPPIER AT AGE 38:
I kind of feel like things are getting better. It goes in stages. I loved my early twenties. I hated my late twenties. I was a drunk. I was trying to figure out how to be a father, a husband, but I still wanted to live my life like a crazy punk rock rock star. You start noticing things about yourself. You have to change your health habits. But you don’t want to change. In your twenties, change is hitting you over the head whether you like it or not. Right when I got to about 30 I was like, thank God that’s over. But it gets complicated again.
#Billie: 'Masculinity is something that women can have'#Me: 'OmG hE's TaLkInG aBoUt Me'#article#interview#articles#billie joe armstrong
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The Long Way Home
Yet another side fic for ERHIT.
I'm so sorry all I know how to do is angst.
SUMMARY: Tabby and her mom drive home the long way around after a day out. Tabby tries to have a heart-to-heart with her mom but it doesn't go as planned. Leaving Tabby more alone than she could ever imagine
The way home seemed much longer to Tabby than what she remembered—passing through trees that all looked the same with few houses in between. They were driving through the town of Applewood Creek. After this, they would be entering the town of Maplehood Creek and then...home.
Tabby scoffed at that notion. Home? Home is where your real family is. The people who loved and cared and taught and accepted you for you. The people she lives with don't do that, and they're just going back to where they live. The closest thing she had to a home and family was with her friends. But now, she doesn't even have that anymore.
She rested her head on the cool glass window with her knees pulled up to her chest, facing away from her mother, who was driving the car. The miserable child had a dull look in her once wide eyes filled with hope. The only things that brought her brief solace were the rustling of the bags of groceries in the back and the low rumble of the engine that lulled her to the long-awaited sleep.
The older woman at the wheel kept casting pitying glances at her child mixed with concern that only a mother has. She looked to be in her early 30s and looked like a much older version of Tabby. Only she was slightly on the big side and had worse bags under her eyes than Tabby does from working long hours. She wore a lime green tee shirt and ripped faded light blue jeans from years of wear and tear. She had her red-brown hair that was littered with gray strands from stress. Same wide eyes that Tabby does, only hers was green.
Her mother often liked to bring Tabby along for grocery shopping since her "loving boyfriend" repeatedly refused to let Tabby out of the house. So to attempt to make up for the lack of...everything, she tries to take her out for errands, and they go out to eat and talk. It was their weird form of bonding during her mom's limited days off and away from the house, where Tabby was slightly more relaxed. She knew that Tabby hated going home, so they took the most extended way possible back. It was the least she could do.
But that's not enough.
Tabby could feel her mother's periodic gazes on her. She knew something was wrong with Tabby. Tabby grew irritated of her mother's pity constantly on her.
"If you have something to say to me, say it," said Tabby bluntly through closed eyes.
Her mother sighed. She knew she would have this confrontation sooner or later.
"It's just that...Are you okay? I haven't seen you happy in a while. You used to smile so much and had that lightning in your eyes. I'm just worried for you," she stated slowly and awkwardly.
Tabby snorted," You haven't seen me at all in a while."
She turned to face her mother.
"And for your information, no, I'm not okay. I haven't been okay in a long, long time. Why are you asking now?"
She sighed at Tabby's bitter attitude towards her.
"Look, I know I'm not there much. I just thought that for right now, while I'm here, I could help you with what I can."
"Well, for starters, you can find someone else who is more willing to play the part of the parent who doesn't make the 12-year-old do all of the work. What? Do you think he does any of the work? No, I do the cooking, cleaning, and taking care of Adam,"
Her mother went quiet for a minute. She knew who she was referring to.
"I know that your father can be a...difficult person to live with, but he does love you. You know. He... doesn't know how to show it. He's never had a daughter before, so he doesn't know what to do. He has high expectations of you, and that's why he's so hard on you. He sees himself as a failure, and he doesn't want you to end up like him," she explained while beating around the bush.
"Love me?! LOVE ME?! HE DID THIS TO ME! HE DID ALL OF THIS TO ME!" Tabby yelled as she showed as much of the multicolored bruises and scars that she could.
" I promise you it's not just from fights at school. Now I don't know much about love, but I know you don't beat your loved ones nor don't do anything to protect them."
"It will be over with soon. Things will get better. Tomorrow is a new day-," she started.
Those phrases made Tabby snap.
"WHEN WILL IT END?! HUH?! WHAT?! YOU THINK THAT THE MOMENT I TURN 18, YOU THINK I'LL BE ABLE TO UP AND LEAVE?! DO YOU THINK THAT HE WOULD LET ME GO THAT EASILY?! IF HE'LL HAVE HIS WAY, HE'LL KEEP ME LOCKED UP IN THE APARTMENT UNTIL HE DIES! TOMORROW IS NOT A NEW DAY; IT'S THE SAME BULLSHIT DAY IN AND DAY OUT! THINGS AREN'T GETTING BETTER; IT'S GETTING WORSE! YALL ARGUE ALL THE TIME, ADAM IS STARTING TO ACT OUT NOW, AND I HAVE NO FRIENDS LEFT! I'M AT MY WITS END HERE! I CAN'T KEEP ACTING LIKE YOUR HUSBAND, HIS WIFE, ADAM'S MOTHER, STUDENT, SOLDIER, SISTER, DAUGHTER, LIVED IN CINDERELLA, LEADER, AND FRIEND! I NEED HELP!"
She was breathing heavily at her outburst, with her eyes flaming with hatred but slowly softened when she saw her mother cower and flinch a little at her yelling. Tabby realized that she was almost afraid of her and what she's capable of. Tabby knew exactly what given the events that happened towards the end of August. But the thought of her mother being afraid of her and loving her less? It was enough to make Tabby cry. She doesn't want to be seen as a monster.
Her mother sat up straight a little bit and sighed, annoyed and tiredly.
"I'm trying here. I'm trying to be a good mother. I'm sorry I'm not there often. I have to be the one to provide and put food on the table! Most of our arguments involve you; I'm trying to fight for your freedom! But I also have to do what's best for your brother, too!" she explained exasperatedly.
"Then try harder!" Tabby snapped back
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME TABBY?!," she yelled.
"EITHER MAKE HIM TAKE RESPONSIBILITY AND DO HIS FUCKING JOB AS A PARENT OR DROP-KICK HIS ASS TO THE CURB. OR HAVE SOME BACKBONE AND STAND UP FOR YOURSELF AND YOUR KIDS!" yelled Tabby in disbelief that her mom would ask a stupid question like that.
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY WE CAN'T DO THAT!"
They both looked at each other for a moment before sighing in defeat and saying the answer at the same time.
"Adam"
Even though the abuse wasn't good for Adam to be around, it was still stability, even if it was a nasty form of stability. Tabby would rather have Adam around what he's used to instead of getting rid of his dad, which isn't fair to him and having her mom bring in another man who could be just as worse as her stepdad. She was willing to do anything to keep Adam on a good path and provide some stability for him. So he doesn't end up like her. They both don't have the luxury to be selfish.
"You're so selfish; you know that? And you should at least hold some gratitude towards your dad. He saved you and us, and he made us better. We have a better lifestyle now," she scolded her.
Tabby fucking lost it.
"I'M SELFISH?! I'M SELFISH?! I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF THE HOUSE, ADAM, HIM, AND YOU! I ALSO MANAGE AND TAKE CARE OF THE WELL-BEING OF MY FRIENDS WHILE I HAD THEM! I KEPT THEM ALIVE! AND I ALSO HELP OUT THE OTHER KIDS AT ROSEWOOD WHEN I CAN AFFORD IT! I AM NEGLECTING MYSELF SAVE FOR MY GRADES TO MEET MY RESPONSIBILITIES THAT YOU BOTH REFUSE TO TAKE! BUT SURE, CALL ME SELFISH BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO GET BEAT FOR EVERY LITTLE THING I DO, AND I WANT MORE FREEDOM INSTEAD OF BEING TREATED AS A SLAVE IN THE APARTMENT AND WANTING WHAT'S BEST FOR ADAM! YOU'RE THE SELFISH ONE! YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING TO STAND UP FOR YOUR KIDS. I HAVE TO DO THAT FOR ADAM AND MYSELF! THERE IS SO MUCH MORE THAT GOES ON AT HOME, BUT YOU EITHER IGNORE IT OR YOU'RE NEVER HERE BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY HIDING AT WORK FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN LIKE THE BITCH ASS COWARD THAT YOU ARE-," Tabby felt as a sharp crack against her cheek. She looked at her mom with disbelief that she hit her.
The woman was crying as they pulled into the driveway and parked.
"Tabby, I'm- I'm sorry...I-I just wanted you to stop…."
Tabby began to unbuckle and opened the car door hurriedly.
"No. Great talk, mom. I can always count on you for anything now, can I?" Tabby said sarcastically as she slammed the car door and opened the other one, and slamming it before carrying the groceries up the stairs. The older woman just cried at the steering wheel.
Tabby entered the apartment. Her stepdad got out of his chair to see what was up. He just stopped in his tracks to analyze Tabby. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she had a red blotch on her cheek. He could feel the anger radiating off of her; He just raised an eyebrow at her expecting an explanation. Tabby paid him no mind and began to busy herself with putting away the food. She didn't owe him an answer. Not yet anyway.
Tabby's mother came through the door a few minutes later. She looked distraught, and her eyes were red and puffy as well. She hugged her boyfriend for comfort, and he led her into their room to talk about what happened. That's just great. Tabby sighed. Already she knew that this was going to be a long night with more fights and beatings while she struggles to explain why she acted out the way she did. And then they would both demand an apology from her which she'll have no choice but to give if she wants to go to bed at a reasonable time. Nothing ever changes. Her mother yet again chose him and Adam over her, and she was left to fend for herself.
That left Tabby more alone than ever before.
#every rose has its thorn#erhit au#tabby#tabbyanderson#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#original character#original work#angst#mommy issues
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Dreams of Indigo (C.2)
Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Non Binary Reader (can be read as Male Reader)
Word Count:
Warnings: Use of He/They pronouns, lots of swearing, mentions of bully, angst? edginess (i hope not) self mutilation/injury (not cutting) hurtful words, revenge.
If you'd like to avoid the self inflicted injury it comes after the huge space at the end of this chapter. Leave a comment and let me know if you'd like me to do a recap without the injury at the beginning of the next Chapter
Storyline: Reader is a teenage vigilante basically. Unlike the main characters Y/N doesn’t attend UA and somehow seems to keep finding themself in the company of the LOV but they’re not a villain. Call him a vigilante or an anti-hero whatever, just don’t call them a villain.
A/N: This is Chapter Two of the series. I know not many on tumblr are reading but I like this story and want to update. Sorry if anyone was actually waiting for me to update. I got caught up and forgot to finish the chapter. Shoot me any questions, my inbox is open to anything but requests as of now. This is cross posted on wattpad (@that-bi-bitch-writes) and Quotev (@DumbEnbyJuice)
Teaser Character Info Prologue Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3
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It started with an interruption of what can be argued as the greatest dream of the century. There you were contently snuggling up to one of your MANY pillows with your cat curled up on the edge of the bed. The only thing that could cause you any sort of stress is if you were to
“WAKE UP!!!”
“I’m not gonna say it again Y/n, I know you heard me calling you?? WAKE UP! It’s your birthday”
‘I heard you calling’ you thought ‘but I don’t see the point in waking up early, it's my birthday. Why would I be excited to go to that hellhole on the one day that’s supposed to be all about me?’
“Yeah yeah I heard you, I’ll be out in a minute” you called back
Your birthday wasn’t exactly always a bad thing. Up until you were five you really liked celebrating your bday. But you didn’t get a quirk. Now you’re in the fourth grade with no definitive friend group, no quirk and what feels like nothing to celebrate. But your mom still enjoys your birthday.
SO you have to put on a smile, do a little twirl, sit there through the embarrassing rendition of happy birthday from your family members. And then it’s back to being alone. You have to go back to school where you’re not celebrated and you have to cope with the fact that another year has gone by with no signs of a quirk and an even slimmer chance that the bullying will end. But things will change. You’re gonna change them. First you have to make it through the day alive
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Okay, so maybe making it through most of the day wasn’t as hard as you thought. Your teacher quietly wished you a happy birthday before class started, so the class wouldn’t descend into chaos. It’s very hard to keep 9 and 10 year olds focused on someone’s birthday. But whatever, the day seemed like it was gonna go smoothly
Despite the chaos of this morning your mom actually didn’t make too much of a big deal about your birthday and the celebrations were postponed for afterschool. The fake smiles and twirling and off key singing weren’t for another 6 hours, so you got to be a cynical 10 year old for just a little longer.
‘This bento is a little fancier today’ you thought ‘maybe i should appreciate mom more and she’d do this more often.’
For the first time in what felt like forever, you got to enjoy a nice lunch, by yourself, on the roof because for some reason, loners tend to spend their lunches on the roof, even if they are 10 year olds who should be showing off a birthday cupcake, or celebratory mochi or some other sweet. Everything was fine.
The keyword is WAS. Before you could leave school, a certain orange haired bully decided your day was going a little TOO well and it was his job to correct the universe’s error.
“Hey L/N I heard it was your birthday today. I hope you got to spend the day with your many friends.” he taunted.
And of course, all bullies have to have a posse so after every “biting” comment he looked to them to make sure they were laughing. For some kind of reassurance and camaraderie that you’d never really had.
‘That’s really weird but I’m oddly jealous’
“My friends are waiting for me with my family back at home. I’ve gotta go, see you tomorrow bully-chan” you bit back. Which was probably a huge mistake. The teasing chan mayhaps have set him off. Although none of his comments usually phased you, he took his time to think about the next one as you tried to scurry out of the classroom
“What family L/N? Your mother is always busy at work isn’t she? And I heard that your dad ran away when you were like 3 or something because you hadn’t gotten your quirk.”
You thought the torment would end there. Forget just thinking, you prayed to whatever god there was that it’d all end with him poking fun at the one weak spot everyone knew you had. Your parents. But he kept going after he saw you subtly tense at the mention of your father.
Nakamuro Keitaro is not just an everyday bully. He is the son of your mother’s ex best friend who resented your mother for having everything she wanted. A stable career, beauty, a child that seemed to be worth something, and a handsome successful husband. So she poisoned Keitaro against you. It was oddly really effective on her part. She might be an evil genius.
Anyway it wasn’t exactly hard to convince him to hate you especially once it was revealed that you were quirkless. All she had to do was convince him she was the victim in your moms’ fight and give him a little ammo against you. And like the dutiful son he is, he became her attack dog on a very loose leash.
“Is he ashamed of you?” Keitaro continued “Was he worried about the rumors people would spread if they found out that a pro hero produced a dud with no quirk and no shot at carrying on his family’s legacy”
Keitaro really knew how to get on your last fucking nerve, and the comments began to hurt. And like hurt does sometimes, it turned to anger. It was your 10th birthday. You were supposed to be stuffing your face with ice cream surrounded by your closest friends. And your father. It wasn’t your fault you were quirkless. It really wasn’t. But it was their fault you were miserable.
Misery loves company.
You didn’t know why you said it, and you wish you never did. Because the next words to come out of your mouth revealed something you’d wanted for so long. You had a quirk. But it was the last time you’d ever want to use it again. Well at least not for another three years.
“I heard a rumor you were so insecure not even bullying me could make you happy.” Power thronged off of the words you spat. “So you jumped out of this window and crippled yourself”
If your dad couldn’t love his quirkless child, lets see how Keitaro’s mom loves her crippled one.
#hitoshi shinso x reader#hitoshi shinso#hitoshi shinsou#shinso hitoshi#bha#bnha x reader#bnha x nonbinary reader#nonbinary reader#reader insert#hitoshi shinso x nonbinary reader#non-binary#non-binary reader#shinso x reader#that-bi-bitch-writes#my hero academia#mha#bnha#tw mutilation#tw self harm#male reader#kind of
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Baby Don’t Move
⇢ Pairing Yunho x Female OC | Office Worker AU
⇢ Word Count 6.010
⇢ Warnings Yunho has a filthy mouth and a huge dick, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, cursing (in general), aaaand I think that’s it
⇢ Summary Naima Yancey is ambitious and determined so her promotion at DevTech comes as no surprise to anyone. What should be a joyous moment for her is tainted. The promotion comes with a real office, more money, and a higher status, but it also comes with close proximity to the office golden boy Yunho. He gets under her skin in a way no one ever has, but she’s determined not to let this oversized menace ruin this opportunity for her. Turns out, Yunho would rather ruin her instead.
The muted ding of the elevator sounds much too joyful to Naima. Her transfer to the accounts receivable department should be marked by the sound of a death rattle or a dying elephant. A twinkling little ding only makes her even more pissed off. She glances down at the contents of the box nestled in her arms to see the brand new name plate she’d been given for her new office.
Naima Yancey
Receivables Supervisor
The youngest supervisor in DevTech history according to HR. She guesses that anyone else in her position would be excited about the transfer she’s mentally griping about. It’s not every day that someone like her gets unexpectedly promoted to a supervisory position. Naima has only been with the company for three years and apparently she’d made the most of that time. She pauses next to a sea of cubicles to scan the numbers above the offices on either side of the employees rapidly typing away at their stations. Only a few of them even bother to give her a second glance and for that Naima is incredibly grateful. She finally spots her destination, hiking the cardboard box she’s unloaded her desk into a little higher on her hip. She takes half of a step and immediately regrets every life choice that led her to this point.
“Well look who we have here. Are you lost, Ravioli?” Naima grits her teeth at that god awful nickname, swallowing the scathing retort that’s burning her throat. The deep baritone voice sounding off somewhere over her left shoulder is the cause of every ounce of the work stress she carries in her shoulders like a boulder.
Yunho Jeong. Beholder of an unfair amount of undeserved beauty and the victim in Naima’s most murderous dreams.
“You were in the staff meeting when they announced my promotion, Yunho.” She deadpans. Her skin is starting to itch from the prolonged exposure to the man in front of her. The smirk that is practically permanently etched on his face does nothing but piss her even more. She wants to smack him until it disappears.
“I’m just messing with you, Ravioli. You know that. Welcome to Receivables.” He shoves his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as he starts backing away. “Try not to fuck it up!” Naima can feel the thick cardboard of her box bending to the forceful clench of her fists. The weight of of nearly fifty pairs of eyes keeps the scathing remark she wants to make from bubbling up.
Fucking Yunho. Naima hasn’t even been in Receivables for an hour and she’s already doubting if the extra money is worth the headache. Okay, who is she kidding? The extra money is definitely worth it. Getting ahead of her bills had felt like the pipe dream of a wistful millennial before it had become an unexpected reality just last week. No way she lets some oversized preteen bully ruin this for her.
Naima is almost done putting her things into her new desk when the sound of an office door loudly closing disturbs her concentration. She looks up to see the source of the noise is none other than Yunho himself. All of the offices on this floor conveniently have floor to ceiling windows next to the door which allows people directly across from each other to see into the other person’s office. Naima is absolutely horrified at the implications of this as Yunho stares her down with a satisfied smirk. It’s obvious now that he slammed his door on purpose to get her attention.
“This is the worst day of my life.” Naima mumbles to herself as she does her best to ignore Yunho’s gaze burning into her forehead.
IT arrives a few tense minutes later to set up her docking station and get her started on the training modules for her new job duties. She’s taking notes on how to perform certain functions in the billing system when she receives a chat notification from her work husband Knox Rivers back in her old department.
KR: Hey wifey how’s the swanky new digs?
NY: My office is DIRECTLY across from Yunho’s office
NY: I can literally see every move he makes and he can see mine
KR: Dreamville? My treat
Naima immediately perks up at the mention of the bar down the street that has become a favorite amongst their group of friends. It’s going to take a lot to make her feel good about working in such close proximity with Satan’s hardest working demon, but a free round of drinks is a great start.
NY: I’ll meet you downstairs at 5:30
Naima nearly bursts into tears when she steps off of the elevator and spots Knox leaning seated in the lobby playing a game on his phone. She’s always thought that he looked like Thor with his long hair and athletic build and right now a superhero is exactly what she needs. A giggle bubbles up from Naima’s throat at the red stain that creeps down Knox’s throat when she sneaks up on him to kiss his cheek.
“Come on, big guy. There’s a Blue Magic with my name on it and I intend to collect my due.” Naimah declares, clapping Knox on his broad shoulders.
“Lead the way, my lady.” He holds the door open like the gentleman he is with a dramatic flourish. Naima’s heart twinges a little. She misses the days when talking to him in person required her to lean back in her chair as opposed to taking an elevator ride.
A few other people from the office are already at Dreamville when Naima and Knox arrive. They’re quickly swept up in familiar gossip and more drinks than anyone has a right to consume on a Tuesday evening. She’s engaged in a dangerous game of darts with a new employee named Xavier when a horribly familiar voice rings out above all the noise in the bar. Her head whips in the direction the voice came from, but the dart flies from her fingers anyway nearly taking some poor girl’s eye out. She yells out an apology but apparently her almost victim has had a little too much to drink herself and simply waves her off.
“Nice aim, Ravioli. An inch to the left and you would’ve scored a perfect murder.” Yunho taunts. Naima crosses her arms across her chest in indignation. Her eyes watch him intently and therefore don’t miss the way his gaze drops to get a look at her cleavage. His jaw ticks and she wants nothing more than to comment on that but Xavier interrupts by extending his hand in Yunho’s direction as he introduces himself.
“Naima, you ready to leave? I was about to call an Uber.” Knox materializes out of nowhere, phone in hand and Naima’s eyes nearly pop out of her head when she sees that it’s nearing eleven. She hadn’t realized that they’d been there for so long.
“See you tomorrow, Ravioli. Later, Knox.” She’d almost forgotten that Yunho was still here. He winks at her before he turns to walk away and, despite the fact that he can no longer see her, Naima flips him off.
Naima is still fuming nineteen minutes later when the Uber arrives. She successfully dodges Knox’s first few questions about why she’s so mad, but he eventually wears her down. She’d forgotten that Knox becomes a wannabe psychologist that likes to talk about people’s feelings after he’s had a few drinks.
“What do you have against him? You’re probably the only person at the whole company that doesn’t get along with him.” Naima rolls her eyes skyward. Yunho the golden boy is apparently loved by everyone and it makes her seethe even more. She wracks her brain for someone at the company that she can add to her side and thankfully comes up with a name.
“Fake news! Saia in purchasing called him a douche nozzle last week and I am inclined to agree.” Naima is quite pleased with herself as she settles back into the plush seating of the SUV. Her satisfaction is short lived.
“Saia doesn’t count.” Knox counters quickly. “Yunho dated her younger sister and it ended badly so that just leaves you.”
“The night before my first day at DevTech, my friends from back home came to town to celebrate and we went to this super fancy restaurant.” The red light at the intersection bathes them both in its glow which is ironic in Naima’s opinion.
She regales Knox with the store of how her friend Keyanna had bought her a ravioli entree to go so that she could have her favorite food on her first day. Yunho had snuck up on her when she was in the break room, startling her to the point that she ended up dropping a ravioli on her white button up. Of course the evil bastard had laughed about it till he could barely stand. She’d had to walk around for the rest of the day with the sauce stain on her shirt and Yunho has called her Ravioli every day since then.
“That…” Knox pauses to piece his thoughts together. “okay, yeah, I can’t say I’d be too fond of him either after that.” He admits.
“See? He’s an asshole and I hope he steps on a lego every day for the rest of his miserable life.” Their Uber driver, who had remained silent aside from the quick hello when they’d gotten in her car, snorts at the curse Naima speaks into Yunho’s life.
“You know he teases you because he probably wants to fuck you right? Men aren’t as evolved as people would like to believe.” Knox points out. Naima withdraws from him as if he just told her to go fuck herself.
“If he thinks that being an asshole will grant him access to my pearly gates then he’s a bigger idiot than I thought he was.” She and the driver exchange a high five when she chimes in with her agreement. Naima makes a mental note to make sure that Knox tips her good for being an intellectual.
A wave of exhaustion washes over Naima when their apartment complex comes into view. Thoughts of a hot shower and her fluffy pillows makes the time required to drive to their part of the complex feel like an eternity. She bids the friendly Uber driver a safe and prosperous night before all but running towards her building with a wave to Knox tossed carelessly over her shoulder as he makes his way to the building directly across from hers.
“Morning, Killer.” Yunho is way too chipper this morning especially since Naima has already had to suffer through elevator chatter about how he won a drinking contest last night. It doesn’t help that now he’s bringing up her almost homicide.
“Don’t you have something else to do? Like your job?” Yunho pretends to recoil from her remark as he follows Naima to her office. She wishes she could just haul off and smack him but that wouldn’t bode well for her professional career.
He props himself up against the wall next to her office and it’s as she unlocking her door that she registers just how close he is to her. A small shift of her weight to her right foot would push her up against his chest. Her mind drifts back to what Knox had said last night. She side eyes him cautiously before turning fully to face him head on. If anyone were to ask, Naima would blame what she does next on residual alcohol still inhibiting her rational thought.
“Do you want to have sex with me?” Yunho blinks several times in shock but he recovers quickly. He flips around to take stock of the people still filtering into the office to see if anyone is within ear shot and is seemingly satisfied by the lack of people around them.
“I never pegged you to have an exhibition kink, Ravioli.” She curses herself at the way the low timbre of his voice resonates deep in her gut. The greasy smile on his face however, makes her want to puke.
“My kinks are none of your business. I’m just trying to prove a point. Now answer the question.”
“I can only imagine what that point is, but yes, I would absolutely love to ravish you.” He leans in even closer so that she can smell the minty scent of his toothpaste when he whispers in her ear. His closeness doesn’t make her recoil in the way that she thought it would and the reasoning behind that is definitely not something she’s willing to explore.
The second she gets her laptop booted up she’s tapping out a message to Knox.
NY: Lunch on me today. We need to talk.
KR: I’m all yours at 12:30
Naima is still pondering her conversation with Knox when she steps off of the elevator to go back to her office after lunch. He seems to think that the best way to get Yunho off her back is to fuck him. According to Knox and his personal knowledge of “guy logic”, that will get her out of Yunho’s system and his annoying behavior will cease. Naima isn’t so sure about that. She’s so far inside her own head that she doesn’t even hear someone calling her name until they tap her on her shoulder. Of course, it’s Yunho. Luck is just not on her side today.
“Ravioli, you should consider getting your ears checked. I called you four times.”
“And you should consider that maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.” She replies. He makes himself comfortable in her office as she drops her purse into one of the desk drawers to jump back into her work.
“Oh, don’t be that way, Ravioli. I thought we were past this animosity thing since you practically propositioned me in the hallway.” He looks so smug as he recalls her blunder from earlier. God he’s so infuriating. Naima adds this to her running list of why men should be removed from Earth. She says nothing, choosing to simply point towards her office door. Thankfully, he’s not too dense that he can’t take a hint and returns to his own office space.
She’s settled into a steady pace with her work when her computer pings with a message. The prospect of clearing out her dashboard and possibly being able to leave early is too sweet to break her stride. Two more subsequent pings from effectively breaks her concentration.
YJ: hey
YJ: you look so cute when you’re concentrating
YJ: don’t ignore me I’m sensitive 😭
She looks through the glass into Yunho’s office to see him already staring directly at her. His head being propped up on his hands suggests that he’s been doing it for a while. He blows a kiss in her which she returns with a middle finger. She raises her computer monitors so that he’s no longer able to see her face.
Next order of business: buying blinds
Naima groans out loud when her computer pings with yet another message. At this rate she’s going to have to stay late to get everything done. She halfway expects the new message to be another annoying attempt at conversation from Yunho but thankfully this one is from someone that she actually doesn’t mind talking to.
KR: hey did you hear that Yaya bought a new house?
NY: yeah she just texted me that she’s having a bbq this weekend to celebrate the closing
KR: you going? 👀
NY: don’t ask me a stupid question like that of course I’m going
KR: lmao okay so we can split an uber then
KR: wanna leave at like 3?
NY: yeah that’s fine with me!
Naima is so happy for Saturday to finally roll around that she could cry. Yaya had told her a few things on the menu on Wednesday and her mouth has been watering ever since. Her husband is a chef at some fancy restaurant so she knows that this will be the best food she’s had in a while.
Knox and Naima are both slack-jawed at the absolute grandeur of Yaya’s house as their Uber driver comes to a stop in the center of the horseshoe shaped driveway. She’d neglected to mention that her new house is actually a castle. Naima frowns when she spots Yunho’s flashy Mercedes amongst the cars already parked in the driveway, but she’s determined to have a good time despite his presence. They follow the sound of music and splashing to the backyard to see a majority of the DevTech staff in the backyard. They’re quick to strip down to their bathing suits to join in on the chicken fight in the pool.
Naima has just sent Alexis from marketing flying off of Xavier’s shoulders when Yaya announces that it’s time to eat. It’s a race to get out of the pool as everyone is hustling for a good spot in line. Naima is cursing the god awful heaviness that plagues her every time she steps out of a pool when she hears a low whistle from behind her. It’s Yunho and his eyes are trained directly on her ass. Big surprise there.
“Yellow is definitely your color, Ravioli.” He produces a large, fluffy towel seemingly out of nowhere, offering it to her. She’s hesitant to accept it but a quick glance towards the now empty table that had once held an assload of towels changes her mind.
“I think I would look just as good on you.” Yunho smiles as if he’s just hit her with the best pick up line known to man. He’s gotten quite brazen with his flirtatious attempts ever since he’d exposed his sexual intentions on Monday.
“You talk a big game but everyone knows that overly confident men are just…” Naimah trails off with a pointed look at the front of Yunho’s jeans as she takes a sip of her lemonade. “overcompensating.”
Yunho pokes at the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he considers the woman in front of him with amusement. He revels in the way she swallows nervously when he closes the gap between them. Every breath she takes causes her barely covered chest to graze against his but, to her credit, she doesn’t back away. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but being this close to Yunho is making her blood run hot. She chooses to blame it on her primitive instincts and not actual attraction, but even she knows that’s a lie.
“Didn’t your parents teach you not to speak on things you know nothing about, Ravioli?” She can’t decide what she’s more mad at, the nickname or the insinuation that this asshole just said she’s wrong. She’s not.
“Didn’t your parents teach you not to lie?” She bristles. Yunho’s sarcastic little grin only grows in response to her anger. It’s like he gets off on making her want to wring his neck.
“Admit it, Ravioli. You want this just as much as I do.” Naima gasps when Yunho suddenly wraps an arm around her wait, jerking her to him. He leans down so that he’s speaking directly into her ear and in that moment, Naima knows she’s a goner. All these months of resisting him and he’s about to break her by whispering in her ear. She wants to scream bloody murder. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been.”
“Prove it.” Naima feels like she’s put the final nail in her own coffin. Yunho has successfully worn her down. She can’t see his face, but she doesn’t have to to know that he’s smiling like he’s just won the lottery.
“Let’s go, Ravioli.” Naima expects Knox to be disappointed to see her leaving with Yunho when she waves at him to say bye, but instead he wiggles his eyebrows at her suggestively. She makes a mental note to yell at him for that later.
The ride to Yunho’s apartment is entirely too short. Naima’s shoulders are wrought with tension as she follows him up the stairs. Part of her wants to turn and run, but a much larger part is telling her to stay to see this through. Yunho has spoken quite highly of his sexual prowess and she’s more curious than not on just how much of it is true.
Yunho is on her the second she toes off her shoes by the door. One of his large hands firmly holds her jaw in place while he ravages her mouth with his own. Naima clings to his shirt to both hold him to her and ground herself in the moment. She feels lightheaded but it’s not from lack of oxygen. He uses his grip on her jaw to pry her mouth open, furthering his claim on her. The hand not covering her jaw skims across the skin above her shorts before deftly undoing the button. Her lips chase his when Yunho pulls away but he avoids her advances.
“Your lips taste so sweet. I want to taste all of you.” Naima shivers at the roughness of his voice. His normal baritone is a lot to deal with but this is downright sinful. He roughly hauls her off her feet into his arms, causing a fresh wave of arousal to flood her panties.
She busies herself with leaving marks along the column of his neck, loving the way she can feel his gruff moans vibrating against her lips. The smack of Yunho’s hand hitting the wall to steady himself when she grinds her hips against his startles her into.
“Jesus fuck, you’re killing me, baby girl.” Naima smiles mischievously, letting her lips linger on his skin. Something about the pet name he called her makes the heat simmering in her belly grow even hotter. He tosses her on his oversized bed once he collects himself enough to finally make it to his bedroom. She watches him curiously as he turns to dig around in his nightstand. His hand reappears with several foil packets in his grip which he promptly drops onto the mattress for later use.
Clothes fly haphazardly as Yunho hastily strips them down till nothing but his boxers remain in place. He smirks when he notices Naima’s playful grin drop when she takes in the size of the bulge he’s sporting. His large hands grip her hips, flipping her onto her stomach and rustling her around to a more favorable position. Finally satisfied with the way her face is pressed into the expensive Egyptian cotton of his bed sheets, Yunho buries his face in her dripping cunt from behind. He groans at his first taste of her and her answering whine is nothing but appreciative at the way it vibrates against her.
Naima yelps when Yunho’s large palms suddenly land on her ass with a resounding smack. He soothes the sting with tender caresses against her flesh. His tongue never leaves her entrance as he continues to coax a seemingly endless stream of arousal from her. She has the sheets in a death grip, moving her hips as if to separate herself from Yunho’s lethal tongue but wherever she goes his face simply follows. The slurping sounds of him feasting on her are absolutely obscene but she’s way too far gone to be embarrassed. She doubts that she would be able to form a coherent sentence of protest even if she wasn’t.
“You’re so fucking wet. I could drown in this pretty pussy.” Naima keens at his filthy words, squirming restlessly as the pleasure builds and builds within her.
It’s no surprise when she tumbles over the edge with a strangled shout, but she’d expected for him to release her once he’d made her come. Much to her surprise, Yunho doesn’t seem to have any plans of stopping. He tongues her through her orgasm, sucking gently on her clit as he thrusts two fingers into her still spasming entrance. Her knees buckle immediately from the sharp pang of oversensitivity. Yunho pulls his fingers from her long enough to land another harsh smack to her ass while his other holds her hips in place. The discomfort bleeds into pleasure until she’s racing headfirst into a second orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. Give it all to me.” Naima swears she’s on the verge of blacking out when Yunho finally releases her. She collapses against the mattress when he relinquishes his grip on her, trembling from head to toe. His chest is warm against the sweat-slicked skin of her back when he covers his body with his own. He leaves chaste kisses along her shoulder as he loops an arm around her torso.
“Don’t tap out on me now, love. There’s still more fun to be had.” Yunho grinds his cock against her ass, smiling against her skin when he feels her shudder in his hold.
He pulls himself up on his knees, dragging Naima’s tired frame with him. He makes quick work of removing his boxers and rolling on one of the condoms he’d grabbed earlier. She jerks when the head of his latex covered cock bumps against her sensitive clit as he covers himself in the slick still leaking from her cunt. Yunho watches the back of her head like a hawk as he slowly presses himself against her entrance. He swears quite creatively at the way her muscles lock down on him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Yunho!” Naima drops her head to rest on her arms, doing her best to relax. He reaches underneath her to rub circles into her clits and succeeds in pushing forwards a few more inches.
His breath catches in his throat when she pulls her hips before pushing back against him to sink down a little further on his thick length. They work together until he’s finally seated balls deep inside her. Yunho’s eyes roll back in his head at the tight squeeze of her perfect cunt. He’s been inside quite a few women in his day, but this feels almost like uncharted territory. He hisses when she flexes around him involuntarily, tightening even further though he didn’t think that was even possible.
“I’m going to wreck this pussy, baby.” He punctuates his statement by withdrawing till only the tip remains, pushing back in with a purposeful thrust of his hips. Naima nearly chokes on the pitiful whine that claws its way out of her throat. “You’re gonna feel me in here for days.”
To his credit, he tries to keep his pace even and not too fast. He really does. His fingers are probably bruising her skin from how tightly he’s gripping her hips but it’s the only thing keeping him grounded and sane at this point.
“You call this wrecking me? I could’ve done this at home with my Rabbit.” Naima can admit that Yunho’s dick was a hard pill to swallow at first, but she’s thoroughly adjusted and in need of more. Judging by the way his hips still she’s about to get just what she was aiming for. She gasps when he grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her upright so that he can whisper in her ear.
“Didn’t I tell you to watch that pretty little mouth of yours?” He practically growls in her ear as he grinds against her cervix. The pain mixes with the pleasure in a way that’s starting to make her lightheaded.
“No, you didn’t.” She responds breathily. Her fingernails dig into his thighs painfully but Yunho doesn’t care even a little bit.
“Well, I should’ve.” He shoves her back towards the mattress not giving her even a few seconds to get her bearings before he’s rearing back to slam back into her tight heat.
She shouts his name, squirming in his iron grip but he shows her no mercy. The time for that has past. Yunho’s hips piston in out of her at a furious pace. His gaze is fixated on the way her pussy creams on his dick with every thrust. His chest rumbles in protest when manages to pull away from him enough for his cock to fall out of her.
“Don’t run from me, Naima. You wanted this dick and now you got it.” She keens at the sound of her real name coming out of his mouth. The way his husky tone wraps around the syllables should be illegal. He fists the sheets next to her head with one hand as he uses the other to reposition her hips to allow him to slide back inside. His legs straddle both of hers, giving him the leverage he needs to fuck her into the mattress.
Naima’s fingernails are leaving crescent shaped marks in Yunho’s wrists as she holds on for dear life. She’s never been so thoroughly fucked in all her life. He’s reaching spots inside her that she didn’t even know existed until now. She’s on the verge of tears when he slows his frantic pace. He lowers himself so that his larger frame dwarfs hers once more. His arms looped under hers to hold her close to him. Yunho resumes his movements, opting for a much more relaxed cadence. The purposeful grind of his hips is just as overwhelming if not more so after the intensity from before.
“This is my pussy now.” Yunho grunts into her ear. He sucks marks into every inch of skin that his lips can reach. “No one will ever fuck you this good. Never fuck you this deep. You’re all mine.”
Naima bites down hard on a pillow that she must have grabbed at some point as she clenches around him hard. It dawns on her vaguely that Yunho hasn’t touched her clit once. She’s about to come from penetration alone. A feat she’s never been able to accomplish. The very Earth feels like it’s opened up beneath her when the orgasm that had been flirting with her senses finally washes over her. She feels him grow impossibly harder inside her as he reaches his own end. Black spots dance across her vision when the throbbing sensation of him filling the condom triggers a smaller, biting orgasm.
She’s surprised that she manages to stay conscious if only barely. Her surprise only grows when she feels a warm towel gently wiping between her legs. Her shock reaches a fever pitch when Yunho’s fingers start working into her calf muscles. She chooses to stay silent out of fear that he might stop if caught being nice.
“You done pretending to be asleep? Or did I actually fuck you stupid?” She can practically hear the smile in his voice as his fingers climb higher to her thighs. So much for peacefully enjoying this massage.
“I like you better when you don’t speak.” His amused laughter brings a smile to her own face despite her attempts to tamp it down. She shivers when he places a chaste kiss on the swell of her ass before going back to his ministrations on her legs. Knox is never going to let her hear the end of this once he finds out.
She’s about to go insane. Naima’s stomach has growled twelve times in as many minutes and if she doesn’t eat something soon there will be fatal consequences. She checks her phone once more to check Knox’s location and nearly cries when it says that he’s arrived at DevTech. Just a few minutes stands between her and hot bacon, egg, and cheese croissant and an extra large caramel macchiato.
The sight of Knox navigating the sea of cubicles with her breakfast in hand may as well be the second coming of Christ. She throws her arms around her neck the second he steps into her office. He pretends to be disgusted when she pecks him on his cheek repeatedly. Knox takes a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of her desk to talk before he goes back downstairs to work. Their conversation when Yunho suddenly burst through the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” Naima is appalled at the way he’s just invited himself into her office without even having the decency to knock first.
“I should be asking you that. I asked you for the Murchison report fifteen minutes ago but I guess you were too busy with your little boy toy here to actually do your fucking job.” Knox stands, mouth fixed to defend her, but she holds up her hand to stop him.
“Knox, can you excuse us please?” Naima says sweetly. Her tone is sweet and even, but there’s a hard edge to it that tells Knox she’ll be able to handle Yunho’s temper tantrum just fine.
Naima wraps her sandwich up as she motions for Yunho to have a seat in the chair Knox has just vacated. She shrugs her shoulders when he refuses, crossing her modest office to lock the door and close the blinds she’d installed.
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Jeong? Did you fall and hit your head? How dare you come to my office and insinuate that I’m not doing my job?.” He can tell that she’s working hard to keep from yelling at him but her words feel like a slap in the face either way.
“Look, I just need the Murchison report so that I can finish some paper-” Naima doesn’t even let him finish his sentence. She has no patience for him and his bullshit.
“Cut the bullshit, Yunho. The Murchison report wouldn’t be useful for anything other than end of year reporting which we are eight months away from so what the fuck do you actually want from me?” She’s seething. DevTech has a super relaxed company culture but HR still wouldn’t take too kindly to her punching another employee in the throat.
“Why didn’t you text me back yesterday?” Naima is taken aback. She remembers receiving a few texts from him on Sunday — how he got her number she doesn’t know — but it wasn’t anything that she felt warranted a response.
“Why would you want me to?”
The more they talk, the more Naima realizes that they went into that bedroom with very different ideas of what was going to happen afterwards. She’d intended for it to be a one time thing for him to try and prove her wrong which he’d succeeded in doing. Nothing more, nothing less. Obviously, Yunho had other ideas that went far beyond the four walls of his bedroom.
“This is new territory for me. I’ve never been jealous over women because I can get a new one in five minutes. I’ve never had a problem in that category.”
“Get to the point, Yunho.” She’s quickly growing bored of this conversation and she’s ready for it to be over.
“The point is that I want to see where this goes. Are you down for that?”
“No, you’re an asshole.”
“I mean, yeah, that’s true, but I’m cute and I’ll eat you out till you cry so what’s it gonna be?” He looks so hopeful that part of Naima wants to reject him again just to mess with him, but she’s not totally heartless. She decides to make him a deal.
“I’ll give you one week and then we’ll go from there now about this eating out business…” She trails off, looking at him suggestively.
“Come home with me after work and I’ll give you what you want and more.” The mischievous grin on his face promises another day of limping around and Naima is excited to say the least.
“You’ve got a deal. Now get out of my office.” She deadpans as she starts to unwrap the breakfast sandwich she hadn’t been able to finish earlier. He catches her off guard when he swoops in to steal a kiss from her lips as his “parting gift”.
“Later, Ravioli.”
She touches her fingers to her lips as she watches him walk back to his own office through her open door. It’s going to be an interesting week.
#ksmutclub#yunho smut#ateez smut#yunho x black oc#ateez x black oc#this is borderline pwp#plot where?#ateez fanfic#yunho fanfic#ateez yunho
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So, what happens when I decide to throw caution to the wind and mash together as many fucking Sonic Continuities as I possibly can? You get a big ass tangle of a family tree that needs to be split up into five separate images, that’s what.
It’s ugly, it’s unpolished, and I made it on a whim. Because the mental image wouldn’t leave me. And because I actually started developing this godforsaken nightmare of a family tree, born of merged continuities, headcanons, and sleep deprivation.
Now keep in mind that this thing is pure crack- it implies a world where Sonic eventually collapses from exhaustion of having to fight TWO Robotniks. It’s a mish mash of what-if’s, continuity mergers and personal ideas glued together. And I wanna stress it has nothing to directly do with my current setting- this is just like, The Path of Insanity.
Anyway, yeah. Against my better judgement I made notes for this insanity. Also, you may notice pictures of characters from other franchises being used as portraits for various characters. Those are basically faceclaims of sorts, meant as abstract representations rather than the literal idea of what they looked like... since, honestly, even I’M not cruel enough to inflict my ‘art’ on you.
Anyway, let’s get the ball rolling-
“Robotnikhotep”
-Robotnik Ancestor in ‘Mobigypt’. Was probably some big important muckity-muck.
“Julius Robotnikus”
-Probably Mobius’ answer to Caligula. His family eventually fell out of power and was forced to re-settle in what would eventually become Overland.
Ivo Kintobor
-Yeah, that whole ‘House of Ivo’ thing? This is the guy responsible. Most likely a douchenozzle, as there is a high concentration of that in the bloodline. Basically a minor warlord who unified a bunch of clans to form his own Kingdom, that was subsequently absorbed into Overland during the unification.
Brutus Kintobor
-Oh wow, a SKINNY Robotnik/Kintobor. This douche canoe attempted to conquer Angel Island for the Overland, but failed miserably. Sent back home in disgrace, a failure.
Gerald Robotnik
- Originally born Gerald Kintobor of the House of Ivo in Overland. He was more interested in science than politics, and after completing college he left that mess behind and immigrated to the United Federation. He changed his name to signify the break from his family history.
-Explored Angel Island in his youth, where he learned about Chaos Emeralds and the like from the various ruins there. He was even friends with then-guardian Janelle-Li.
-Started up Robotnik CORPS. He founded it as a way to disseminate his technology to the people of the UF and earn money to fund more experiments.
-You know the rest. The ARK, Maria, NIDS, Black Doom, Shadow, yadda-yadda-yadda.
Olga Robotnik
-Gerald’s wife. Duh.
-She met him while he lived in a spare room her father was renting out. She’d collect his rent. They grew close and eventually had kids and started a family.
-The shit this poor woman endured is amazing, but she managed to remain unbroken by it, and tried to remain close to her surviving grandchildren.
Grigory Robotnik
- The first son of Gerald. He wasn’t a genius, but he pursued a career in academics and became a doctor of physics. He had two children, Warren and Maria.
-After the ARK incident he became paranoid and accused the government of covering up what really happened. The obsession to uncover the truth destroyed his physical and mental health, and he died a shunned outcast ranting on pirated radio stations about various conspiracies.
-Died in a halfway house, but he managed to get ahold of Gerald’s diary before biting it. While he never got to use it to bring down GUN, it still paved the way for Eggman’s eventual use.
Amelia Robotnik
-Maria’s mother. After the ARK incident and the supposed death of her children, she fell into a deep depression and eventually committed suicide. In case you haven’t noticed, the story of the Robotnik family is depressing as fuck.
Warren Robotnik, ‘Warpnik’
-Maria’s brother. What a tweest!
-He was with her on the ARK, and demonstrated a similar scientific gift to his grandfather. He wasn’t close to Shadow the way Maria was.
-When the ARK was raided, he was captured and subjected to brainwashing treatments by GUN in the hopes of turning him into a loyal, in-house mad scientist. All it did was make him batshit crazy.
-He escaped some time during the Great War, and is now loose in Mobius, a lunatic geneticist fixated on continuing his grandfather’s ‘great work’... or at least his own warped perception of it.
Maria Robotnik
-You know her. You love her. Her life is a tragedy. She’s Maria! Nuff said. Years later, and she still weighs heavily on Shadow.
Ivo Kintobor
-And here is where things get a bit confusing! Ivo was born ‘Ivo Robotnik’, the second son of Gerald. Long story short, he was a douche more interested in politics and profit, and as such did not get along with his father, who bequeathed the family company to his younger brother.
-Despite this, Ivo SOMEHOW managed to reproduce. And when the ARK incident happened, he bought the government line hook line and sinker. He changed the family name back to Kintobor and moved everyone back to Overland to start anew.
-He’s like 50% responsible for Julian winding up the way he did.
-And yes- he DOES want to bulldoze the puppy orphanage to create a combination oil rig/toxic waste dump.
-Was murdered by Julian, who disguised it as an accident.
Lydia Kintobor
-ICE BABY ICE.
-Julian and Colin’s mom.
-She 100% supported her husband’s douchery, and was an active participant in tormenting her secondborn son in the hopes of ‘breaking’ him out of being a genius.
-Killed in the same ‘accident’ that took her husband’s life.
Colin Kintobor Sr.
-Born in the United Federation, but moved to the Overland as a child and grew up there.
-Major league Nationalist and Human Supremacist. Prick.
-Hated Julian basically forever and was encouraged by his parents to do so. He became their ‘golden child’ and was pushed to succeed at everything.
-Pursued a career in politics, law, and the military, and eventually served as a general in the Great War.
-Was eventually murdered by his own brother
Miriam Kintobor
-Colin’s first wife, via arranged marriage.
-She was pretty much his opposite, yet despite that fact the two came to genuinely love one another.
-Died giving birth to their son. Have I mentioned the Kintobor/Robotnik family history is a trainwreck yet?
Angela Kintobor
-The second wife of Colin. She probably met him while serving as a military functionary during the Great War. She is also the mother of Hope Kintobor.
-Other than that, I got nothin’. She likely died when Hope was young, by way of Swatbot invasion. Seriously, do NOT become a Kintobor Love Interest.
Colin “Snively” Kintobor Jr.
-You know him, you hate him! It’s the Snivster, bay-bee!
-His mother died giving birth to him. His dad blamed him for this. You can guess the rest.
-You know most of the story- crappy childhood, admired his uncle Julian, helped him take over the Kingdom of Acorn, spent a decade as his punching bag, etc etc.
-After seemingly offing Julian during Endgame, he briefly took over the Robotnik Empire.... and promptly lost it to Naugus, forcing him to flee for his life. In exchange for information about Robotropolis’ defenses, King Acorn spared his life but sentenced him to be imprisoned forever.
-Was busted out by a returned Julian so that his uncle would be able to properly ‘thank’ him for losing his empire. Helped the FFs to escape Robotnik’s revenge, and after spending time bumming around with them (and hating it) decided to throw in his lot with Crazy Uncle Ivo.
-He’s regretted it ever since... though he sticks with him because its either Ivo or Julian, and Julian will ensure his death is cruel, messy, and lingers for years to come.
Hope Kintobor
-The second child of Colin Kintobor. She was born during the later years of the Great War and spent much of her early life living in siege conditions as Overland tried and failed to stop the advancement of Robotnik.
-Eventually she witnessed the death of her father and remaining family at the hands of Robotnik before being saved by Sonic. She had an extended stay in Knothole afterwards, where she slowly learned that much of her people’s views of Mobians was innacurate.
-She eventually moved to the United Federation as a ward of GUN, serving as the technology expert for Team Dark. She is close to all of them.
-Seeks to redeem the name of her family so that it’s legacy won’t be one of bloodshed, conquest and madness. She’s got a waaaays to go, to put it mildlry.
-Despite everything she still cares about her awful, awful half-brother.
Dr. Julian Robotnik
-Had a REALLY goddamned crappy....well, life, basically. Take my word for it.
-Has basically murdered his entire immediate family by this point.
-Prior to the Great War he aided the Overlander Ministry of Conflict in toppling the legitimate government of the Kingdom of Amunopolis (Aleena’s Kingdom), forcing it’s royal family to flee to the Kingdom of Acorn and re-settle under new identities, with crown princess becoming ‘Bernadette Hedgehog’. That’s right- he’s indirectly responsible for Sonic existing.
-Blah blah blah evil experiments blah blah war crimes blah blah sentenced to be executed by Overlander government during the Great War and blah blah blah coup.
-Took over a large swathe of Mobius and expanded to conquer more, and for a time seemed like he might conquer the entire planet. The Robotnik Empire is.... not a fun place. Then or now.
-Then Sonic and the FF’s happened. Then Endgame happened, and he was... indisposed for a while, leading to his empire being diminished. While he has returned, he has suffered numerous setbacks since then, and the Robotnik Empire is now greatly diminished from its peak.
-That being said, he still rules a pretty big part of the planet, and is still the biggest danger to the world at present.
-Hates his cousin Ivo.
-REALLY goddamn hates That Hedgehog.
Laura Kintobor
-That’s Doctor Laura Kintobor (nee Ellison) to you, buster.
-She and Julian both worked as scientists with Overland’s science ministry, where they met and befriended one another. She eventually managed to coax Julian out of his shell, and their friendship bloomed into a romance, which led to the two marrying.
-She worked in the organic sciences division and was an expert on biology and zoology. In contrast to most scientists, she was very much an outdoorswoman. Even managed to convince Julian to partake.
-Much like her unfortunate sister-in-law, she died in childbirth... giving birth to a stillborn daughter.
-Yeah, this shit is grim.
Theodore Robotnik
-Third son of Gerald. Blatantly named in reference to Theodore Roosevelt, who was used as a visual reference for Eggman.
-Basically a professional beancounter who later inherited Robotnik CORPS. He chose to stick with his original name even after the ARK incident, and struggled to keep Robotnik CORPS afloat in the immediate aftermath of the incident.
-Set up a trust fund for his son Ivo, and tried his best to raise him to be a contributing member of society.
-Sufficed to say, that didn’t work. If he’s still alive, he has a REALLY tense relationship with his son.
-Named his son after his older brother as a passive-aggressive act of spite for abandoning the ‘Robotnik’ name.
Dolores Robotnik
-Mother of Ivo. She was a professor of chemistry who decided to put her career on hold in order to be homemaker.
-Was much closer to her son than Theodore was, and often wound up having to play peacemaker between the two. ESPECIALLY during Ivo’s tumultous teenage years.
-Sufficed to say she is not exactly pleased with how he turned out, assuming she’s still alive even.
Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik
-HE IS THE EGGMAN. HE’S GOT THE MASTER PLAN! Really, do you NEED to know any more?
-Well, okay, you do. He was born very shortly before the ARK incident and never knew his grandfather.
-His childhood wasn’t horrible, but it was rough in areas due to his high intelligence making things more difficult for him than they should of be. Loads of disagreements with his dad over pursuing science. Spent years plagued by the derogatory name of ‘Eggman’ due to his weight problems.
-You know how you fantasize about ruling the world as a kid? He never really left that stage of things.
-He initially worked as a research scientist in the fields of AI and energy. During the Great War he was approached by GUN to develop weapons for them. His research would go on to form the basis of the robotic soldiers later used by them in the Robotnik war.
-Began his plot to take over Mobius during his time there, and secretly began to appropriate resources and machines to build a hidden base on the distant South Island. Eventually his schemes were discovered by GUN, but he fled.
-While his cousin conquered portions of Mobius elsewhere, Eggman began his long term Death Egg scheme as a means of conquering Mobius in one fell swoop with the aid of the Chaos Emeralds.
-You can guess how it goes from here- he encounters Sonic on South Island and in the Scrap Brain Zone and is defeated, thus setting the tone for MANY other defeats in the future. He eventually took on the name ‘Dr. Eggman’ as a way to differentiate himself from his cousin, and to make the insult that dogged his life into a name to be feared ala ‘Penguin’.
-When his cousin Julian was seemingly killed and the Robotnik Empire in dissarray, Eggman started new bids to take over the world. He established the Metropolis Zone as his ‘capital city’ and founded the Egg Army to help supplement his Badnik Horde. The Eggman Empire now exists as a terrorist army at the beck and call of Dr. Eggman, though he’s still got a ways to go.
-Has four sons by three different women. Slut.
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-Haven’t got a name for her yet. She was a random girl that a college age Ivo knocked up, which putty much put an end to her collegiate ambitions. She gave birth to two sons, one of whom she bitterly named ‘Ivan’ as a reminder of his origins after failing to get child support out of her babydaddy. She re-married and is currently leading a comfortable enough life. Humors her son because she knows it annoys his biological father.
Ivan Eggman
-The oldest of Eggman’s sons. In his mid 30s or so. Scientifically gifted, as his father was.
-Has numerous, numerous issues pertaining to his stepfather, a hard and strict man with little toleration for nonsense.
-Idolizes his biological father and desperately wants to be acknowledged by him, even changing his original surname to ‘Eggman’. Eggman the 1st was NOT amused.
-Eventually founded a company, Eggman Industries, and grew rich rapidly. Settled by the Bygone Islands where he pursues life as a ‘villain’ now, though really he’s more like a public nuisance than anything.
-Honestly he’s basically living a ‘second childhood’ of sorts using his scientific know-how and riches, and has vowed to one day impress his father and earn his acknowledgement. As you can imagine, it is.... not working out at all, given that he’s even more of a goober than his pop.
-Ironically, he isn’t naturally bald- he SHAVES his head.
Steve
-Yeah, he ain’t a robot here- Steve is the organic, younger (by about a minute) twin brother of Ivan.
-Utterly unconcerned with science or any of that jazz. He’s basically a bohemian beach bum, complete with californian accent- he spends much of his time surfing and earning cash from side jobs.
-Really mellow and easy-going, and doesn’t really dwell on stuff.
-Utter himbo.
Mrs. Robotnik
- Ex-Wife of Ivo Robotnik. Haven’t given it too much thought, but she and Ivo met while working in acadamia, and eventually married.
-Initially the relationship was pretty solid, and they even had a child together. However things swiftly deteriorated between the two as Ivo’s immaturity and increasing anger at the world strained their relationship, along with him being a lousy parent to their son. She eventually divorced his ass.
-After going through a rough patch with her son, she has begun to re-connect with him after his years a delinquent, and now happily supports his endeavors.
Ivo Robotnik Jr.
-Middle son of Dr. Eggman. Had a nonexistant relationship with his father while growing up, which combined with the divorce eventually turned him into a juvenile delinquent.
-He roamed with a biker gang for a while, and prefers to be called ‘Junior’ rather than ‘Ivo’.
-Fell in with Breezie for a while, the both of them unaware of the other’s connection to Eggman. They eventually went their separate ways once Junior began to turn over a new leaf. He still carries a torch for her, though is painfully aware it’d never work out. Their relationship is... complicated, these days.
-Has since become a software security engineer, making a living providing Anti-Eggman/Robotnik software to companies.
Lindsey Thorndyke
-A famed actress. She and Ivo had a drunken tryst at a wrap party where he’d been invited to act as a consultant on scientific accuracy. To avoid scandal she informed her husband, and they passed off the baby as their own.
-What more do you want. Its LINDSEY.
Chris Thorndyke
-The youngest son of Ivo Robotnik. Spent much of his life completely unaware of his true parentage.
-Eh, what can I say, I kind like the theory of him actually being a Robotnik in some capacity or the next.
-When he was a boy, he befriended Sonic and his friends and even hosted them during the days when Eggman’s schemes for global conquest caused him to haunt Station Square for a while.
-Admired his grandfather Chuck and pursued science to be like him, studying physics and engineering.
-Thanks to his mom he’s something of a film buff.
-In college he learned the truth of his heritage. This has put a strain on his relationship with his parents.
Francis Kintobor
-The youngest of Gerald’s sons. Pursued a career as a schoolteacher. While he changed his name in the aftermath of the ARK incident as his older brother Ivo had, he chose to make a small joke at his brother’s expense over the ludicrousness of the name change by naming his own son ‘Ovi Kintobor’.
-Named after Francis Mao, aka That Guy Who Made That One Comic Adaptation From 1991.
Elizabeth Kintobor
-Dr. Ovi Kintobor’s mother. A career veterinarian with a strong love of animals. That’s about it.
Ovi Kintobor
- Grew up on Westside Island, among Mobians. Had a pretty happy and contented childhood, and like many of the other various members of the Kintobor/Robotnik clan developed a pronounced interest and skill in science at a young age.
-Developed a particular interest in researching Chaos Emeralds.
-A Concientious Objector, he served as a medic during the Great War.
-Deeply, deeply shamed by the actions of his more notorious cousins, he has essentially hidden himself from the world to pursue his research and evade their notice, while helping against them in whatever way he can.
-Has secretly transported people threatened by his cousins to safer places, and once caused a mass sabotage of their respective robotic forces through the ‘Nicenik Virus’.
-An ally of the Freedom Fighters.
-Deeply distrusts GUN (which frankly isn’t a bad call).
-Bit of a hippy, but really is a genuinely nice guy who wants to help others through science.
-In some villages he is known as ‘Mr. Tinker’.
#Sonic the Hedgehog#Dr. Robotnik#Dr. Eggman#Colin Kintobor#Chris Thorndyke#Gerald Robotnik#Hope Kintobor#Snively#Warpnik#Maria Robotnik#Robotnik Junior#Boom Eggman#Steve Eggman#Robotnik Jr#Truly this was the best way to spend the finite thing known as my time on earth
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Secret Mission - Chapter 5
A bit early because I couldn’t wait! Plus Chapter 5 is up on AO3 and FFN so enjoy! Chapter 6 may be up tomorrow, if not Wednesday.
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Ron returned to the Leaky Cauldron from the Ministry late Friday evening frustrated and found an equally as frustrated Hermione. She glared at him as he walked in the room and greeted her. Or, tried to anyway.
"I'm going to take a shower." All aurors had a full day dueling and combat training that was brutal, and left him feeling way less then fresh.
Hermione grunted and stared at him icily. Bollocks, he thought as he went into the bathroom.
He couldn't blame Hermione at all. As he showered he went over the week in his head, but from her standpoint. She had been more or less stuck in the room all week long. She got out to explore Diagon Alley and even Muggle London a few times, but mostly she was here, doing work and research for the French Ministry as well as working on an Ancient Runes translation project - alone. Ron was always either at the Ministry or at the Burrow failing miserably at telling his mum about her new daughter-in-law. He really was trying, but did Hermione believe him? He felt as if each night he came home with another story for her...another excuse. It was real to him. He knows his family. He grew up sometimes unable to get a word in for days at a time, fighting for his mum's attention. And that was when there were only seven of them.
Now there are seven plus partners plus grandchildren. There are pregnancies, triple the birthdays and weddings to contend with. Siblings returning from long distances and did he mention weddings? Last minute weddings of only daughters...it was no wonder Ron, the sixth son, couldn't even get his mum alone for ten full minutes to tell her about her new daughter-in-law, the love of his life.
Hermione, however, had yet to experience a busy Burrow full of Weasleys. She had no idea. But damnit, she would. And soon. Even if he had to show up tomorrow with his wife on his arm.
Blimey I can't do that to Gin and Harry though. What the hell am I going to do? If I can't tell mum tonight...no. I have to. I have to tell mum tonight.
By the time he emerged from the bathroom his skin was red as he had taken out his frustration on washing himself. Frustrations that stemmed way past this week alone. Hermione was pacing and wringing her hands together, her mind clearly in overdrive.
"Mione," he called gently. "I know you're angry with me, I'm angry with myself. This week has been utterly ridiculous and -"
"No, Ronald, YOU are utterly ridiculous."
"Mione, that's not fair -"
"Not fair? NOT FAIR?!" She stopped pacing and faced him directly. "What's not fair is that I'm here hidden away from your family because you can't -"
"I'm trying Hermione, I've been trying all week!"
"You're not trying hard enough! Just. Tell. Them!"
"I am! Tonight. Even if I have to just say eff it all and tell the whole lot at once I'm telling them." He took her hands in his and silently willed her to relax. "I'm telling them tonight. My mum and everyone."
Hermione watched him quietly. "I just can't help but wonder if you're -"
"I'm not ashamed. Not in the least. I love you so fucking much Mione. I don't regret marrying you, not for a moment. You have to know that. It's just, I know my decision - our decision - was hasty and very well may hurt a few people. I'm so nervous about my mum feeling betrayed by all of this. But I know I have to tell her. I was so close last night Mione! The words were right there!"
"Then Charlie... yeah you told me."
Ron pulled her close and put his forehead to hers. "I'm so sorry our first week home hasn't gone as planned. But it will be a good weekend. You'll meet my family, see my home, and we'll dance all night at my sister's wedding. It'll be perfect. I promise."
"Ron...don't pro-" Ron shushed her.
"I promise." She nodded. For a moment she looked as if she wanted to say something else but closed her mouth. "What is it?"
"N-nothing. You should go."
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Ron landed in front of the Burrow with a pop. He walked in to the sitting room and was surprised to find it quiet. Gin was in the sitting room about to step through the floo. "Hey, where you going?"
"Oh, hey Ron," she said as she grabbed a handful of floo powder. "I sent mum up to bed a while ago. She's exhausting herself and I'm afraid it will make her sick before tomorrow. Dad went with her and locked off the door so no one can bother her. Our brothers grabbed Harry and ran off. Bill said to tell you send a patronus to find them once you were done with training. Luna's waiting for me I gotta run!... I'll see you!" And she was gone in a flash of green.
Ron stood there staring at the fireplace. He was so over this that he wasn’t even frustrated anymore. He just felt...defeated.
He cast a patronus to Hermione instead and headed out the door to head back to the Leaky Cauldron. He needed a new plan for the night. But he wanted to talk to Hermione before he tried to find his brothers and soon-to-be brother.
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Hermione paced the room even after Ron left. I should have told him. I should have told him tonight...but he needs to go tell his family about me first. She had a feeling that her fatigue and overall sick feeling all week didn’t have to do with the stress of travelling and meeting Ron’s family. A quick trip to St. Mungos once she figured out where it was and how to get there, confirmed her suspicions. She couldn’t wait to tell Ron, but wanted his family to know the truth about them first. I don’t want to spring too much on them all at one time.
She sat on the bed and huffed. This week was long and aggravating. She understood that Ron was trying. She believed that things were really getting in the way of telling his mum. And she completely got why he was adament about his mum knowing first. She would feel the same about her mum. Her parents were, after all, the first to find out when they were married.
But honestly...she was sure if he tried a bit harder he could -
Suddenly a patronus glided into the room. The terrier bounced around Hermione making her giggle despite her frustration and finally settled at her feet then spoke in Ron's voice.
"Another bust...no one here so new plan...I'll explain when I get back...need a drink first so meet me downstairs. See you in a bit. Love you."
He sounded so defeated. That was the only reason Hermione didn't feel any anger build up inside her in that moment. She should have, but didn't.
It will happen, she thought as she got herself together to meet him downstairs. Even if I have to just show up tomorrow on his arm.
Hermione almost thought that wasn't a bad idea, but then decided she didn't want to take the spotlight from Ron's sister and best friend. She didn't want that to be the way she joined the family. God, her new sister-in-law would hate her! She sighed and head out of the room to the bustling bar below to wait for her husband.
She made her way to the bar and requested some pumpkin juice for her and ordered a glass of Firewhiskey for Ron. While she waited she surveyed the room. There were quite a few witches and wizards in the bar that night, being that it was a Friday evening. There was a quite rambunctious crew at a table in a far corner, just outside her line of vision, a few lone patrons taking up tables and seats at the bar, and a few couples likely celebrating the end of the work week.
"This seat taken beautiful?" Hermione was startled by a low voice way too close to her ear. A voice that she knew right away did not belong to her wizard.
"Actually ye-" But the stranger ignored her completely and slid onto the bar stool next to her leaning in close. Too close. She leaned back and surveyed him, her hand discreetly wrapping around her wand.
"Beauty like you shouldn't be here all alone." The large brown-haired stranger ran his eyes over her as he spoke making her feel extremely uncomfortable. His facial expression immediately gave Hermione the feeling that he thought he was doing her a favor by attempting to spend his evening with her.
"I'm not a-" she started, but he interrupted her again.
"Name's Cormac. Cormac McLaggen. I must say, as often as I come here, I haven’t seen you before. You must be new to the area. If that’s the case, I would love to show you around. Make sure you know all there is to know about Wizarding London. What did you say your name was again?"
"I didn't," Hermione answered icily. She couldn't believe how forward and arrogant he was being. She wasn't used to this as she found French men to be much more polite and definitely kinder. I'm sure there are exceptions though.
Just then the barkeep brought Hermione's drinks she ordered. Cormac wrapped his long fingers around the Firewhiskey meant for Ron and threw it back before Hermione could protest. "Pumpkin Juice?” he gawked, looking at her own drink. “That's it?" He directed his attention to the barkeep. "We'll have two more Firewhiskeys please." His gaze rested back on Hermione and he ran his hand down her arm as his eyes moved from her chest down to her legs - barely even resting on her face. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll look after you tonight. You just enjoy yourself and-"
Before Hermione could open her mouth and pull out her wand she heard a deep growl just behind them. "Get your hands off her McLaggen." She turned to find Ron coming to stand between them, his blue eyes looking murderous. "Go find someone else to prey on."
McLaggen’s face turned red as he seemed to face off against Ron. He was taller and wider and for a moment Hermione was nervous he would go for Ron. But, instead he put his hands up in surrender and walked away. “As you wish...Weasley.” He spat Ron’s formal name and walked back to a table in the far corner.
"You know him." It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Ron nodded as he turned back to her, concern on his face.
"Did he do anything to you?" She shook her head no but shuddered.
"He was just so...vile. And forward and...aggressive. He was seconds away from a hexing. He should probably thank you for saving him from the boils I was planning to have erupt all over his arrogant face."
Ron laughed. "I wouldn't doubt that. And yes, I went to school with McLaggen. He was actually in my house, but a year ahead of me. Beat him out for the keeper position on our house quidditch team and he never quite got over it. Slick git that one is. Vile is definitely a good word, too."
"He drank your drink," she shook her head.
"S'alright. I'll make sure Tom puts it on his tab." The rowdy table towards the back sounded off in a round of cheers and Ron looked up seemingly intrigued. He thought for a moment, then glanced over to the corner where Cormac McLaggen retreated to. Hermione followed his gaze and could see him watching them in the dark corner, a drink in his hand. "Listen, love,” Ron turned back to Hermione. “Why don't you head up. I'll be up in a bit. I think my brothers might be around here somewhere...if I can find them and they're not too tossed, I'm going to tell them everything." He squeezed her shoulders and gave her a pleading look. "Just...give me a bit okay?"
"What about your mum?"
"Ginny sent her to bed early. Both my parents were in their room by the time I got there and have the door blocked off. Gin said she wasn't feeling good from all the chaos this week. I'll focus on my brothers tonight, and head to the Burrow super early tomorrow to catch her.” He chuckled softly. “When I was younger, that was the only time I could get her alone, unless I was sick."
"Getting up really early? But you hate waking up early."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, I know. But I would do it once in a while just to have time alone with mum. I can't believe I didn't think about it until tonight." More shouting from the table toward the back seemed to distract Ron for a moment. "Go ahead up Mione," he said looking over again. "I think I know where to find them. Just give me a few minutes okay?"
Hermione sighed and nodded. He kissed her forehead quickly and she headed to the stairs.
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Once Hermione was up the stairs, Ron turned his attention back to the table in the far corner. He should have known his brothers would bring Harry here the night before his wedding. He had it in mind to check Hogsmeade next. Ignoring McLaggen he made his way to what was likely a table of redheads surrounding a mop of black hair.
Just as he came around the corner he heard Harry saying "well someone should send a patronus to him! I’m sure his group is done by now."
Ron stepped behind Harry just as he reached for his wand. "Having a stag night without me mate?"
"Ron! There you are!" Harry punched his arm lightly. "We were just going to find you."
"Sorry Ron," Bill chimed in, "I know stag night is the best man's job, but this week was so hectic I think we all forgot. Figured we’d start and you’d join the fun, yeah?"
"Crept up on me too honestly." Harry pushed his glasses up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Blimey...I can't believe it's the night before my wedding."
Fred and George cheered and promptly jumped up to get drinks. "I'll get the next round mates," Ron said. "Least I can do, best man and all, yeah?"
As Ron waited for the barkeep to get his brothers' (Harry included, blimey!) drinks together, a large hand clapped down on his shoulder. "Tough break, eh Weasley?"
Ron bristled but didn't even turn to look at McLaggen, he just shrugged his hand off his shoulder. "What are you on about?" he growled threateningly.
"Scared that sweet looking bird off did you? Should have left her to me. At least one of us would have got lucky tonight."
"McLaggen..." Ron said warningly through gritted teeth, his fists clenched in front of him.
"I'll have to see if I can find her. Salvage her night. Think I saw her head upstairs...she’s not from here so must have a room, eh? Did you see the arse on her? Of course you did. She walked away from you didn’t she. And that rack. Exceptional-"
Cormac never saw the punch coming. Ron turned so swiftly and connected his fist to Cormac's face in just the blink of his eyes. He stumbled back and Ron grabbed him, hurling him up against the wall pressing his wand to his throat. "If you ever say another word about my wi-woman again, it will be your last."
"Y-your wom-" McLaggen sputtered and spit the pooling blood out of his face. "How was I supposed to know that's your bird Weasley? Finally found someone with low enough standards to-" The second punch came as quick as the first, with the third and fourth right behind. Ron suddenly felt the force of several hands pulling him off McLaggen, who was now on the floor with blood flowing from his nose and mouth.
"Ron! Hold on mate, stand down!" Harry was standing in front of Ron while Bill and Charlie held his arms as he continued to thrash around, trying to get back to McLaggen.
"You'll regret that Weasley," McLaggen slurred as he staggered to his feet.
"Is that a threat McLaggen?!" Ron bellowed and lurched forward again. Now Fred and George were also holding him back and Ron could make out Percy's voice trying to talk him down with Harry.
"Ron stop this now before -"
"WEASLEY!" The amplified voice sounded through the bar of the Leaky Cauldron. Ron looked up to see four of his fellow aurors surrounding them. Two of them went to McLaggen while two came to Ron as his brothers backed off.
"He pulled his wand on me!" McLaggen was telling the aurors who were questioning him. "He pulled his wand on me and attacked me!"
Ron opened his mouth to speak but McDaniels, one of the more senior aurors who was by his side, stopped him. "Don't. Let's just get you in to sort this out. Don't say anything now. It's for the best.” He sighed and surveyed the room. “Unfortunately I'll need your wand Auror Weasley." Ron immediately knew that to mean they were putting him under arrest.
Ron looked at Harry helplessly. "I'll be there mate. We'll work this out." Ron nodded and handed his wand to McDaniels before giving them his arm to take him to be detained.
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27. Part 2
My heart is literally hurting for him, I don’t want that for him. I don’t even want him to feel like that, that was never my intention, I am shocked “Chris!” dragging open the door “please don’t make me chase you when you know I can’t” watching him walk off “I will be back” he turned off, he is going upstairs and I can’t even do this. Like now I need to pee again, looking on in sadness at my husband feeling like that “what is wrong?” my mom asked as she walked towards me “Dennis is waiting for you, he told me to come and get you” I sighed out “I need to pee again but Chris is upset, he feels like I left him out when I was doing the meeting. I know he clings to me, but I didn’t mean to do that without him, it happened so quickly that I had to just do it. He is feeling a little lonely mom and I kind of knew that this would happen, and I do know he clings to me, I am not blind to it, but he is sad. Also he has brushed off the situation with his mom because the way he said I don’t belong here or Cali when he does belong here, that is my husband” that has really made me sad now “you think he needs a friend here? Maybe someone he can hang with?” shaking my head “his friends are not good; he needs to make new friends. Like I will do this but once this baby is here, we are settled I can do all this for him. He is so sensitive about a lot of things which nobody would think it but he is, I feel for him and I can imagine how feels about his family not bothering, they haven’t said it to him yet, they haven’t even said congratulations, they are not happy with him. I want to sort his life out but right now I can’t, I can only do the bits I can. It’s really made me sad, like he thinks his last name doesn’t mean anything, but it does” he will come back to me eventually, I can’t be chasing him like I do “oh dear Robyn, you know him. Just make sure you keep him close, he’s new. Imagine you being where he lives with just his friends and we didn’t bother with you?” my mom said and she is right “I would hate it and I do cling to Chris even if it’s a few hours with them” he’s feeling it, I just need to talk to him because I am always here for him.
Chris did come down, with the pink polo like I requested but his sad face is pulling at heart “I told you I would be back down” waving him over “come here, my mom and Dennis have gone to get something, they will be back. Don’t ever say that your last name means nothing, it does to me. I am so happy to be your wife and our daughter will be so proud that she is a Brown, I would never want you to change who you are or your name. Don’t say those things, I am sorry I didn’t wait for you. I see it, and I see how much time we spend together. The only time we are apart is when you go and hang with Dennis, I love you so much. I am so proud with the fact you came here for me, I didn’t expect it from you because I know you like your friends” Chris nodded his head “it’s like I don’t belong either way, Mijo was being nice but when he said which do I prefer. I just realised I don’t belong; I am just there. It’s like Rihanna, a long pause and Chris. Like I know if that was Drake you both would flourish together because he is liked, I mean me. I get shit because I guess I did all that shit, you would have his family, he would have all yours. Life would be easy; he would have you in Canada. I just see it, you know. I have nothing to give you, you have nothing to gain from me because you see the team behind me, I have nobody behind me. Ant is probably there; I will get over it. I just will come out of this but it’s wack Robyn, you know this. You carry yourself and I am dead weight because nobody fucking likes me!” he shouted loudly, he just made himself so angry “don’t you bother” I know he wants to start breaking things or punch something he is angry “hey, Chris. Come on” holding his arm and standing in front of him “look at me” placing my hands over his balled up fists “let yourself go, don’t be angry. I get it Chris, I do. Baby I get what you mean but you are so loved by me. You have me, you have something of your own that cares and loves you and wants all the best things. 6How happy Jen was to see you, there is people out there that do love you” I hate seeing him cry, I really do “come here” Chris rested his head on my shoulder as he sobbed out.
My poor husband is so sad, he is hurting really bad and I don’t like it. Watching Chris wipe his tears “I’m a real nigga” he’s back tracking now, he let his guard go “you’re not with me, you’re Christopher with me. I know things a lot for you, please don’t think I have forgotten about you or that I have now forgotten the fact you have such illness, I don’t. When you brushed off that your family is not being nice I knew you was covering it up. It hurts, it hurt me with my family when they were disapproving of you, so I can only imagine how it hurts you. I would do anything for you to make you feel better Chris, you can always tells me what I can do too? And honestly, you have been so needed here, you have been my rock. You have made this pregnancy the best and that is thanks to you, you know me. I would be miserable right now; you have been my rock. As much as you look to me, I look to you Chris and that is team work. We are so new to this marriage thing so it will take time, but I don’t want you to be hurting, not like that again anyways. I want you to tell me when you are feeling down Chris, I am happy you came to me. Because this would have bugged you, it would have added to your stress and you would have escalated into something else. But we will do this together, I have always said this and don’t ever think I am less then you, that is bullshit, we are equal. I’m going to help you Chris. Emotionally and mentally” Chris nodded his head “I don’t deserve you; I look weak as shit. I don’t actually care about them” meaning mugging Chris “stop it, you do care. You have the sweetest soul Chris” he smiled at me “I am super proud with how far you have come, like to come to me, to not think of drugs but me. Thank you” Chris put his head down smiling “I don’t want that, I want better but sometimes the unknown can be scary, but just don’t leave me out. Like I feel left out with a lot in life, I just need you” nodding my head “sorry” I apologised, I am so fucking proud of him he didn’t do anything stupid and he came to me.
My poor baby, watching him in awe makes me so happy. He really made me so happy, to see that change in him because if he didn’t come to me then it would be a mess, he would end up looking for something else to numb the pain “what are you both talking about?” I need to find out, my mom be saying a lot recently too “telling Chris he has me, as long as he doesn’t upset you he has me. But I don’t think he really will Rob. He loves you a lot. He has family, he got us all. Your mom is missing out on this, I have enjoyed watching you, judging you sometimes but to see you grow. And thank you for teaching me how to play pool” smiling at my mom “thank you, that means a lot. I didn’t think I would hear that from you” my mom has accepted Chris as her own, she feel awful about things, I think mostly how Joyce has been with him, she is a bitch “I don’t like how Joyce has been, not in this situation. You made my daughter an honest woman, you stepped up. What more could I do? I can’t hate that” Chris nodded his head, he put his head down “I ain’t crying but it gets to me, Robyn is my priority and she knows that. I am learning, we are learning. I can hopefully be perfect for her” shaking my head at Chris “you are perfect, so stop it” like if I wasn’t like this, I would suck his dick because he deserves it, but I would be sick.
Chris is my whole heart and I love him so much “so we are back to the cringey ones, you’re going to have to do it Chris because I know you hate it but they are the best. And I think this is the picture you should post for Christmas” Chris pulled a fact at Dennis, I know it’s cheesy but these are the best pictures of us “so just get on one knee and kiss her stomach” Chris laughed, this is very cheesy Robyn, you really want that” I nodded my head, look at us. We are in front of a Christmas tree together, it’s been so long. Please don’t get me emotional but I didn’t think we would be at this point so for me. Please” Chris nodded his head “for you” standing to the side “so Chris” Dennis rushed over “hands just here, on her bump. And Robyn, your hands just over his. And when I say it, you kiss her bump, but I really want you to post this. Show the sweeter side” Chris rolled his eyes “I prefer you like this, on your knees” Chris snorted laughing “since you been pregnant all I been doing is this, but I have enjoyed it. to be there for you” placing my hands over his “ok, Chris” my smile grew watching him kiss my bump, this is the sweetest thing to see. I feel so overwhelmed with emotions right now, never did I think I would be witnessing this.
Watching Dennis taking picture on his own, he is cute posing on his own “look to your left for me one more time” Dennis said as he took the picture “that is fine, Monica. You want to join Chris in front of the tree?” Dennis gestured; I wonder if my mom will “me? Oh I don’t look good; I have not dressed up either “you look good momma, come on” Chris waved her over “fine, this is just for fun now. Don’t post it anywhere” my mom be playing, she stood there with her red lipstick on all ready for a photoshoot. Chris crossed his arms across his chest and my mom pointed at him “you better continue to make my daughter butt better” I gasped “mom that sounds so bad” Chris laughed out walking off, my mom didn’t laugh but she thinks she said something ok “what is wrong with it?” Chris is screaming laughing before he hugged her laughing “but I am not joking” what is my mother like, she doesn’t realise how she said that shit, it was not good “don’t worry, I will keep doing that” Chris turned to us still laughing “don’t listen to her, she is playing innocent but she knows she said something stupid, she is so silly.
Looking down at Chris’ phone, Dennis is helping Chris pick picture to put on his page “this bump one, because it’s about you, like if we do just you and Robyn, you’re making it about Robyn too. It’s just intimate and it’s just you and the baby. And then this, I actually like it. The smile on your face and the hug, I just think it’s a nice touch. The thing is people know Robyn is there, but she is not showing face, it’s about you. Good vibes. You’re with your mother in law, so there is my take on it. I know Robyn will agree” Dennis is right I do “do as he says, he is right. Make it about you, it’s your page” Chris nodded his head “cool, I will just put happy holidays from mine to yours” watching Chris type it out as he said it out loud “and I will post the Rihanna and Chris exclusive on my page” Dennis said smiling “as you do, have fun with that. Better be cute with the caption too” rubbing my bump as I sat back on the chair “and you are putting up nothing?” Chris asked, shaking my head “I won’t be putting anything on there, let you both do it. So go on” I winked at Chris “A Fenty Holiday, how creepy is that saying it. But I wrote that. So is it time to log off social media now while they have meltdowns?” nodding my head “we don’t need to see the bullshit” that is for sure because they will have shit to say.
My mom went bed but I feel a little more alive tonight so I thought I would sit with the boys “see how we can’t talk about girls now, she is ruining the vibe” looking behind me, near breaking my neck trying to see Chris “excuse me, is this what you both speak on!? Is it because I got a poorly butt” Chris snorted laughing “oh my god, you can’t say that. Turn around before you hurt your neck, the TV is there” he touched my nose before I turned back around, that made me smile “I love this corner couch, the way I can snuggle into you. Reminds me of your couch in LA, that was so comfy. I did like it” I even fell asleep at his home “you know I have to go after the holidays, I need a break from you” Dennis pointed at me “oh be quiet. You’re staying with me, also I think Chris loves you more than me” which is true “he loves this white man” Dennis laughed as he drank his drink “we the same skin colour, we light skinned brothers” they cute, I like it “man, why did I know that bitch would be in Cali. She posted my momma and her, she put. Mother in law” I groaned out “Chris, I said no social media. Fuck her and let her throw it off. When this comes out they will be crying even more. She can keep her too, the mother in law” I do not like her at all.
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Sanctuary- Chapter 52
Warnings: none
Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @thunderintheshadows, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @valkyrie-of-the-light
It's just past eight in the morning when he arrives home; Nik had had one of her 'security specialists' pick him up at the airport, and relief had surged through him the second the SUV had made the turn into the long and winding gravel driveway. The feeling is always the same when he gets back from a job. All the tension and the stress that he'd spent days...sometimes even weeks...carrying squarely on his shoulders lifting as soon as that last thousand metres came into view. The old metal mailbox at the end of the drive -no last name, just the numbers of the house that the previous owners had long ago put on it with white paint-, the towering, seemingly impenetrable wall of trees that completely blocks all view the house and property, the snow capped mountains off in the distance.
But while he's relieved to be home, the view of all those familiar and normally welcoming things fills him with little to no sense of comfort. They'd been safe there; hidden away from the rest of the world, just a normal (to outsiders, anyway) normal family that liked their peace and their solitude, who kept to themselves and never ventured far from home. Now it's been violated. People have been there. People sent to destroy him and hurt his wife and his kids. With every photo taken and left in the mailbox, their security and their comfort had been stripped away a little at a time. And when those same people had pulled down their driveway and stepped onto their front porch, life as they'd known it was over. Every shred of safety, every ounce of peacefulness, every time the view of the mountains had been both breathtaking and comforting, is now gone.
It's home, but isn't home in the way it used be. And it never would be again.
For the first time since they'd bought the place, his return isn't greeted by the excited shrieks and squeals of his children; no little bodies bounding out the front door and tearing down the front steps, all three of them throwing themselves at him all at once, all demanding his immediate and undivided attention. No puppy with its excited, incessant bark or the way it weaves in and out of his legs when he tries to watch. No wife standing on the porch with a smile on her face and the baby on the hip. There's nothing but emptiness. Silence. And it makes the place that is usually so welcoming and comforting feel cold. Empty. Sterile. As if it belongs to someone else and he's nothing more than an unwelcome outsider.
He spends his first ten minutes outside of the SUV tending to the familiar things; body and mind moving in autopilot, so used to same domestic routine that he doesn't even think about it anymore. Just going through the motions as he checks the mail, brings the trash can and recycle boxes from the side of the road and puts them at the side of the house, makes sure that the dog's outside water and food dishes are full, even though he knows well full that even Mac had the trip to Oklahoma. And when he comes back around to the front of the house and gathers the lone bag he'd brought with him out of the driveway, he discovers Nik watching him as she stands on the front porch, one hand on her hip, the other holding the screen door open. And while he knows she's there for good reason and with the best of intentions, he still finds himself irritated by her presence. At the fact that she always seems to be where she doesn't really belong; just on the outside of his life, waiting for her chance to fully jump in.
“How was your flight?” she asks, as he climbs the front steps.
“Long. Aggravating.”
“Aggravating?”
“I was just anxious to get home, I guess,” he reaches for the edge of the screen door to pull it open further, wanting to simply step past her and get inside. But she keeps one hand on the screen and puts the other on the door frame, completely blocking his way. And he heaves a heavy sigh and fixes her with a cold, almost menacing glare. “What the fuck now, Nik? Is there where you try and jump me and take advantage of me? Because you feel you haven't totally fucked up my life yet?”
“I never....”
“You should have never told Esme about McMann. You should have stayed the fuck out of it. I would have told her myself.”
“When? A week from now? A month? A year? Two years? Whenever your conscience got too much for you to bear?”
“What does it matter when? I would have done it.”
“It would have been too late by then, Tyler. By the time you told her, the lie would have been eating at you and it would have gone on too long for her to forgive you. Instead of blaming me for this, try putting the blame where it really lies. On yourself.”
“You don't think I already am? That I don't hate myself for what's happening? For the fact my wife felt like she needed to get away from me for a while? But the fact is that she never would have felt that way and she never would have left if you hadn't stuck your nose where it didn't belong. Or was that your plan all along? Really tear shit apart so she would leave me. Would leave the door wide open for you, wouldn't it.”
“That was not my intention. It never has been.”
“Oh yeah? Because I have about two dozen text messages and emails from you suggesting a whole lot of dirty shit that definitely would have broken my marriage up. Or do you just forget about that kind of thing?”
“Nothing ever came of those.”
“Because I wouldn't let it. Just get out of my way, Nik. I'm tired, I'm sore, and I just want to see my wife.”
“You didn't need to come home. She's fine. Her brother is here, keeping an eye on her.”
“Well I'm happy about that, but she's my wife, so...” he attempts to slip past her, and she once more blocks his way. “...Nik, I will move you. And not nicely either.”
“You should be in Ireland. You should be leaving for New Zealand in two days.”
“Well I'm not. I'm here. In Colorado. Because my wife needs me to be here.”
“And I told you she was fine. That you didn't need to run home. I told you...”
“You're a doctor now? I don't care if you think she's fine. If there's something wrong...even the smallest thing...I should be here with her. And maybe you'd understand that if you had a life outside of the job. You know, someone you actually care more about than the guns and the money.”
She frowns. “You're a real prick..”
“And you're standing in my way, so...”
She finally relents, positioning herself sideways in the doorway, motioning for him to step inside. “What good do you think it will do?” she asks, watching as he tosses a set of keys on a table in the foyer and toes off his boots. “Being here?”
“Maybe it'll make her realize that I do love her more than the job. Maybe it will make her feel better, knowing that I'm here and that I didn't just say 'fuck you and the baby' and stay thousands of miles away. And maybe, just maybe, it'll make me feel better. What the hell is it to you, anyway? This is my life. Not yours. Why don't you go back to fucking Mark and Esme's brother.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What...?”
“I'm tired, Nik. I'm sore. And all I want to do is go upstairs, see my wife and kiss her and make sure everything is okay. Why is this such a goddamn issue? This is my house, remember? And I appreciate everything you've done for both Esme and I. I really do. Getting her back home, getting me home. But just back off and let us work on our marriage, okay? For fuck sakes.”
“You are going back,” she states, as he climbs the stairs. “And I'm not asking a question when I say that.”
“It's my decision. Not yours.”
“They need you. The team needs you. Don't bail on them now. And don't bail on those kids either.”
“Why don't you just fuck off, Nik,” he suggests, his feet pounding on the stairs as he heads for the second floor.
****
She sleeps on his side of the bed; on her side with her back facing the door, cheek resting against his pillow. A second one tucked into her chest and her hand -the one with the IV placed into it- resting on top of it, an attempt to keep it slightly elevated, the tubing from kinking, and things comfortable. And he strips down to to just his boxers and his t-shirt before pulling the comforter back and settling in behind her; ignoring the pain that shoots through his bad shoulder as he's forced to lay on it, placing one hand on the top of her head and the other on her stomach. His face buried in her hair, his eyes closed. And she stirs; giving a happy little sigh and wiggling closer to him, her hand, IV and all, slipping under the blanket to rest on top of his.
“Whatever you're planning on doing,” she says. “You better make it quick. My husband's going to be home soon.”
“Yeah?” he grins. “What's he like? Nice guy? Big guy?”
“He's big and mean.”
“How mean?”
“Mean enough. He has a resting 'I'll tear you a new asshole' face.”
“Could I take him?”
“I don't know. He's really tall and has big muscles and is totally sexy.”
Grinning, he combs his fingers through her hair and presses a kiss to the back of her head.
She gives another sigh; long and content. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
“I know that smart ass,” she laughs. “I mean, what are you doing home?”
“I came home for you.”
Smiling, she tips her head back to look at him, and he gives her a little wink and places a kiss on her brow. “You didn't have to come home,”she says, as she once more nestles her cheek into the pillow.
“Yeah, I did. And I didn't have to. I wanted to.”
“How long are you here for?”
“As long as you want me to be. Why? You already want to kick me out?”
“I tried that once. I hated every second of it. I was miserable without you and wanted you to come home. That was the longest six months of my life.”
“Yeah, that wasn't the greatest time of my life either.” He'd spent more of it either working or drunk of his ass. Even missing scheduled visits with the kids. “So much for staying away from each other for a while, huh? It lasted what? Thirty six hours? I guess the baby had other plans. Didn't think it was necessary. Wanted mommy and daddy together.”
“She's got a mind of her own already. She's going to be a trouble maker, you know.”
“Now you're calling it a girl.”
“It has to be girl. Causing this much problems right from the beginning.”
“You mean after five and a half years we actually agree on something? That girls cause the most issues?”
“It's true. Look at all the issues I cause you.”
“I'm not going to argue with that one,” he teases, chuckling when she elbows him in the stomach. He moves his forearm up to rest her pillow, thumb gently caressing her forehead, fingertips kneading her scalp. “What did they say at the hospital?”
“Not much, really. I'm dehydrated and my blood pressure was really high.”
“Can't say I'm surprised. About either of those.”
“They did some tests.”
“What kind of tests?”
“Blood work, mostly. Made me pee in a cup. Checked my heart. Which was perfectly fine.”
“Well that's some good news,” he says, and presses a kiss to the back of her head. “What did they say about the baby?”
“Well, they confirmed there's actually one in there. They did an ultrasound to check on things.”
“And?”
“And everything looks great, they said. Healthy and perfect. So far anyway. Everything is where it's supposed to be and there's nothing missing and nothing extra. They said the heartbeat was really strong and everything was measuring right where it's supposed to be. They didn't see any problems.”
Tyler breathes a sigh of relief. “Good.”
“I'm farther along than either of us thought though.”
“How far?”
“Just guess. Out of everything you've experienced in the last five and a half years...all the pregnancies you've got to witness...just guess....”
“I dunno. Three months?”
“More like three months and three weeks. And two days.”
He raises both hos his brows. “Are they sure? Because that's almost right out of the first trimester.”
“Aww...baby....look at you,” she teases. “Remembering things you read in What To Expect When You're Expecting. I remember when you'd read that when I was having Millie. It was so cute. You sitting on the beach, all tan and buff, reading that. Totally into it. Until you got to the graphic parts about child birth and couldn't take it.”
“No book could prepare me for that.” He'd missed that moment with Austin; he'd been born while Tyler was on his last tour in Iraq. So Millie had been his first experience in the delivery room. And he'd almost wanted it to be his last.
“I don't know how you can do some of the things you've had to do to people, yet you almost pass out watching your daughter being born.”
“Because I don't know those people. I don't have a connection to them. I'm married to you. I had to see you in all that pain and I had to see her being delivered. I know it's beautiful and and it's a miracle and all that. And I felt that. But it also want me to puke. And pass out. But almost four months? How is that even possible?”
“Well, you were home then, so...'
“I don't mean that. I know how that happened. I mean how does it get so far head and you don't even know.”
“I don't know. Don't ask me.”
“I have to ask you. It's your body.”
“I thought I was stressed. Or that I was just run down from taking care of four other kids. I was still kind of getting my period, so...”
“I won't even ask what 'still kind of' means.”
“...so I thought things were normal. And you were using condoms. Or so I thought.”
“I was.”
“So what happened? Did one break or...?”
“Okay, so maybe I wasn't using them all the time.”
“Really, Tyler? Really?”
“I was pulling out though.”
She laughs. “Did you learn nothing in grade nine health class? When they taught that the pulling out doesn't work? Did you sleep through that class?”
“Okay, so I accept my part of the responsibility? But almost four months and you didn't suspect anything? Not even the smallest thing that crept up and made you wonder if maybe you were?”
“I didn't have a reason to think I was. I thought you were handling things and I was still sort of having periods. I mean, I felt a bit sick but I thought I was stressed and worn out. Being married to you is very stressful sometimes, I'll have you know. And neither have four of your spawn to worry about the same time. Not once did I think it was anything other than that.”
“Well, I guess we don't have that long to get our asses back to Australia after all. Unless you want to wait until after the baby comes.”
“No. God no. That is the last thing I want. We need to get out of here as soon as possible. Away from my evil mother. Did Nik tell you? Why would we left there? Why we came back here?”
“She told me a little bit. That you got into it with your mom and things got out of control and you passed out. What the hell did she say that got you that worked up? Because you've never...ever...got that mad at me and we've gotten into some epic fights.”
“It doesn't matter what she said. Just that she said it. And she followed it up with how we're all dead to her if I stay with you. Even the kids.”
“That means you can't get rid of me at all now. You have to keep me around out of sheer spite.”
“I want to laugh at that, I really do. But you have no idea the things she said. About you. About this baby. She's evil, Tyler. Like she is legitimately evil. If you'd heard the things she said...”
“Who gives a shit what she says about me? I told you a long time ago to just ignore her. That it doesn't matter what the hell she says about me. I don't give a shit.”
“No...you don't understand...” he hears the way her voice trembles from emotion, and presses a kiss to the top of her head and softly strokes her hair. “...the things that she said about you....they were horrible and they hurt so bad. Because she knows my worst fear when it comes to you and she preyed on that. She used that to break me and it worked and it just hurts so bad.”
“It's okay,” he moves his arm from the pillow and places it across her collarbone, pulling her tightly against him and kissing her temple. “It's okay now. I'm right here. It doesn't matter what she said about me. I'm...right...here.”
“But one day you might not be.”
“That's not going to be for a long time. A really long time. Like, another forty years.”
“Oh God. I have to put up with your that long?”
He frowns, while she manages a short laugh through her tears.
“Bad time for a joke,” she's apologetic. “I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. We both know you won't make it that long because I'll end up killing you by that time for leaving the toilet seat up one too many times.”
“Well for what it's worth, I'd rather you laugh than cry. Even if it's at my expense.”
“It was just so bad. What she said. I can't get it out of my head, Tyler. Because she damn well knows what I'm most scared of and that's why she said it. And that just makes it even worse. Not just that she wishes that on you, but she wishes that kind of suffering and grief on me. What kind of person does that? What kind of person is so cold and evil?”
“She is. And she always has been. She's been like that with you all your life, you said. Especially after your dad died. Just settle down, okay?” he places his cheek against her ear, rubbing her stomach in slow, soothing motions. “You need to settle down for you and the baby. Or you'll actually end up in the hospital this time and I know you don't want that. So just calm down. It doesn't matter what your mother said. She can say what she wants. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. Okay?”
She nods. “Okay.”
He tightens his hold on her, thumb moving back and forth against her collarbone, his lips against her ear, eyes closed.
“Tyler?”
“Yeah?”
“What if something is wrong? With the baby?”
“Nothing is wrong with the baby.”
“But what if there is? What if we found out there's something going on? Like some kind of issue or disability or some kind of special needs or...?”
“Well, then we deal with it.”
“You don't mean...”
“No. I don't mean that. I mean we learn about whatever it is and we make whatever changes we need to make to our lives and we adapt. It's our baby regardless, yeah? So we just take things as they come and deal with it.”
“And you'd be okay with it? If there was something wrong?”
“Why wouldn't I? It's my kid.”
“And you'd be able handle it? Because I wouldn't be able to deal with that alone. I just wouldn't. And if you couldn't handle it...”
“Baby, I'm not the same person I was back then. When I took off when Austin was sick. I'm far from being that same person.”
“I didn't mean to say to hurt your feelings. I just...”
“It's okay. I know why you said it. And if I was you, I'd ask the same thing. But I'm not going anywhere. I'm not that guy, Esme. That guy doesn't exist anymore. He stopped existing when I met you. He's gone and he's not coming back. So that's not anything you have to worry about. If something's wrong, we deal with it together. We made this baby together, we deal with whatever happens together.”
“Okay,” she sniffles. “I need you to do me a favour.”
“I don't think we're supposed to be having sex, so it you're wanting me to get you off...”
“Is that seriously the first thing you always think of?” she laughs.
“I can't help it. I'm a red blooded male. I'm lying in bed with my half naked wife who keeps pushing her ass back against my cock.”
“I'm doing no such thing.”
“Like hell you're not. So either keep your ass still or I'm going to sleep somewhere else.”
“Fine,” she pouts dramatically.
“What's the favour?”
“I need you to dye my hair.”
“What?”
“I want to go back to what it was before. I don't want to keep the red. There's too much but shit associated with it. I bought some baby friendly hair dye but I can't do it myself because I have this stupid thing in my hand.”
“Why can't you ask Nik? This is a girl thing. She's a girl.”
“Because I don't want Nik to do it, I want you to do it. Please? I know it's not your usual thing, but you're always asking what you can do help me and right now, this is what I need help with. I know you're used to kicking ass and taking names, but I'd really like it if you'd do this for me. Because you love me. And you want me to look pretty again.”
“You look pretty now. I like the red.”
“But you liked my normal hair more, right?”
“Yeah, but...”
“Please? It's not that hard. You know how to read. There's instructions on the box. There's no way you can screw it up. Please, baby? I'll make it up to you. And for the record, they didn't say we can't have sex. I have to avoid stress, not orgasms. And those calm me down, so...”
“Not while they're happening you're not calm. If all the bite marks on my shoulders and my neck and the scratches on my back have anything to say about it. So until I hear a doctor say it's okay, looks like I'm going to studying alone for a while. And yes. I will dye your hair. Even if it makes me the most whipped husband on the entire planet.”
“It doesn't make you the most whipped husband on the entire planet. It makes you the most awesome husband on the planet,” she declares, and he grins and presses a kiss to her cheek. “I'm glad you're here,” she says. “You didn't have to come all this way and you know you didn't.”
“Yeah, I did. Because you needed me. And I've fucked up a lot and I've got things to make up for. I'm sorry, baby. For everything. Not just this McMann bullshit. But everything. Every shitty decision I ever made. Every promise I ever broke. All the times I took you for granted and made you think I didn't love you.”
“I've never thought that. You've never made me think that way or feel that way. That's one thing you've always been good at. Making sure I didn't feel that way.”
“I've been a shitty fucking husband. And you probably never should have taken me back when we split up for six months. But you did. And you keep putting up with my shit. For some reason.”
“I told you. When a girl gets good dick, she has to hold onto it.”
He laughs at that. “I'm being serious here.”
“So am I. It's good dick. Like insanely good. So...”
“You know, maybe it's actually been me putting up with you,” he teases.
“I think it's been both. I think we both drive each other insane sometimes. Yet neither of us ever want to walk away. At least not for good.”
“There's no other place I want to be than with you and my kids. You know that? And now...” he gently pats her stomach, kisses her temple. “...we got this little bean on the way and we've got five million reasons not to stick around here. We can go wherever we want. Raise our kids wherever we want.”
“Australia,” she says. “I just want to go back to Australia. A small town, this time. Nice and quiet. Close to the beach. You used to always take Millie to the beach and she was just a baby then. The boys would love it. They're so much like you. Especially Tyler. He wants to do everything you do. If anyone was meant to be a junior, it's that kid. He idolizes you. They all do. But especially him. You know they'd love it there. And I know you want to go back. You were happy here, but never as happy as you were there. We were both happier there. We can find a house near the beach that's perfect for us. In some nice sleepy town where no one knows us. We can just start over. Sounds good, right?”
He nods and places a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Sounds perfect.”
“You'll be the hottest dad in the school pick up line for sure.”
Tyler laughs at that. “I have to do school pick up?”
“And drop offs. That will be your thing. And you can be the one that relocates the spiders and the snakes that get into the house.”
“Baby, for you, I will relocate all the snakes and the spiders that try to make themselves at home.”
“Because you'll stay nice and calm and I'll just burn the house down. We're going to find something for you to keep busy. You're not the kind that can sit still for very long.”
“There'll be lots to do. Even with Millie and the twins in school, we'll still have the Ginger at home and....”
“The Ginger? Is that what we're calling him now?” she laughs.
“He has red hair.”
“You have red in your hair and in your beard. You can especially see it when you're out in the sun.”
“My head isn't red. His is.”
“He's strawberry blond. Your mother was a strawberry blond. That's where he got it from.”
“I don' know, Esme....” he grins. “...I'm starting to think it wasn't a coincidence that he was conceived on the same day the cable guy came here to 'fix something'.”
“Oh my god, for the last time, it was not the cable guy. It was the UPS delivery guy. Get it right.”
“Isn't the UPS guy Mexican?”
“He's actually Filipino.”
“Which does not explain why Declan has red hair in the slightest.”
“Well, something must have went wrong. Don't worry, baby. This one is definitely yours. There were no cable outages or deliveries that day.”
“You're a fucking shit,” he laughs, and rubs his beard against the side of her neck, until she's wriggling and laughing against him. “Now that I think about it, isn't Declan an Irish name? Because I'm not Irish. And neither are you. So what's up with that? What nationality is that pizza guy that has the hots for you?”
“You're the one who picked Declan off the baby name list. You didn't like any of the other names. So that's on you. And this one is up to you, too. You said the last two were your choices.”
“Wait...wait...that is not what I said. That's not what I said at all. I got to pick one of the twins and The Ginger.”
“Yeah, you picked Tanner and gave me a hard time about Tyler. Like what? That's your name for crying out loud! And you didn't even want one of them to have your name.”
“I didn't see a reason to have a reason to have a Junior.”
“Most men want a Junior,” she reasons.
“Baby, I ain't like most men.”
“Okay, I'll give you that. But I wanted him to be named after you. It's cute. A Tyler and a Tyler Junior. Regardless of what you think. And it worked. Because he looks and acts exactly like you. Remember in the delivery room? Even that one nurse that was holding him was like 'oh my god, you look so much like your daddy'.”
He grins. “Lucky kid.”
“This one better look like me.”
“Probably look like the Filipino UPS driver.”
“Would you stop?” she giggles. “And his name is Manny.”
“Fuck, you're even on first name basis with him? Now I am starting to worry.”
“Like I'm going to choose Manny over you. What about that girl in town that works at the grocery store? That cute blond that always bats her eyelashes at you whenever she sees you. The one who told the lady waiting in line behind us that one time that you had a nice ass.”
“Oh yeah. Cheryl. The one that asked if I'd flex so she could feel my biceps.”
“Fuck Cheryl. And fuck you...” she digs her elbow into his stomach. “...for indulging the little tramp.”
“I never agreed to it. I'd never do that. She did grab my tricep once though when I was putting Declan in the seat.”
“I will fucking go there and beat the shit out of her. I don't care if I'm pregnant. I will go there and drag her out into the street and hand her ass. Who does that? And you having the damn nerve to know her first name.”
“She wears a name tag.”
“Which they wear on their chests so technically, you were looking at her boobs. So, you deserve to be studying alone for a while.”
“You know Manny's first name. I didn't know his name was Manny.”
“Tyler, you don't anyone's first name because you are not a people person. You're a scare people person. Unless they're cashiers at the grocery store who like to feel you up apparently.”
“Oh, so now you're a people person. Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Being a 'people person'.” He makes air quotes around the last two words.
“I will kill you in your sleep. No hesitations.”
Grinning, he presses a kiss to the side of her neck. “You were definitely a people person when we met. Especially in that hotel room in Dhaka.”
“You're such a dick,” she laughs.
“You were very...what's the word...personable...with me in Dhaka.”
“You're too much,” she declares. “Now I know why I still stay married to you. Because we can do things like this. Joke around. We don't take each other too seriously. We can say shit like this and neither of us get upset.”
“I don't know, I'm pretty pissed that you know the UPS guy's first name.”
“Let it go, baby. I promise that little bean will not come out half Filipino. He or she is definitely yours. There's no one else I'd rather get dicked down by than you.”
“That's because no one can dick you down like I can.”
She smiles. “Exactly.”
“And it's a girl. It is definitely a girl.”
“We'll see...” she singsongs. “And if it is, we should name her after your mom.”
“Adaline?”
Esme nods. “And Olivia. After Ovi. I think he'd like that. He's done so much for us. He really stepped up when it came to taking the kids and getting away. He was probably scared shitless and he's dealing with stuff from Dhaka so you know it wasn't easy for him. But he still did it. Mostly for you, because he idolizes you.”
“Yeah, I'd think he'd like that.”
“So Adaline Olivia Rake,” she concludes. “I think it sounds beautiful.”
“I think it sounds perfect,” he doesn't bother hiding the tears that threaten. He'd been just a boy when his mother had died; not even a teen. So to have that kind of homage paid to her...
“We can call her Addie. So we'd have a Millie and an Addie.”
“And a Ginger.”
“Stop calling him that!” she directs another elbow at his stomach. “What is wrong with you?”
“I can't help it that he has red hair. What do you want me to call him?”
“His name would be nice. The name you picked. He's going to have a complex when he's older if you call him that to his face. He's going to need therapy.”
“Well, I'll take him with me. Start him off young.”
“I'm proud of you,” she says. “For stepping up after our fight. You could have went the opposite direction. Like trashed the hotel room and got black out drunk. But you didn't. You owned your shit and got it together right now. I'm so proud of you, Tyler.”
He smiles and kisses her cheek. “I've got a long way to go, though.”
“I know,” she settles back into him once again. “And I'll help you get there.”
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The Last Five Years || Bucky Barnes || Part Seven
author: wittystark
word count: 2.8k
relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader
chapter title: A Summer In Ohio
A/N: Reader is in Ohio for the production of a script she'd written, and she misses her new husband.
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(Y/N) groaned when her phone reflected her own face at her, Bucky’s name in white font set across her forehead and “Dialing…” in smaller white font underneath that. She was sat on the uncomfortable mattress in her rundown apartment for the summer, exhaustion setting in after two miserable days of poor sleep and too much work. Her legs ached from swimming across the lake the day before, attempting to relieve (or rather, escape) her stress from the director of the play forcing her to rewrite the entirety of the second act. She wanted to brain the director to death with her laptop, and the fact that she was unable to talk to Bucky for two consecutive days wasn’t helping the problem.
The moment he told her he was free she’d pressed the “FaceTime” button on her screen so fast she had hardly been aware she’d actually done it. Now she was sitting in jittery anticipation, listening to the dull dings of the ringer.
When her phone changed from “Dialing…” to “Connecting…” her entire body tensed, her bottom lip tucking between her teeth. Bucky’s handsome face finally appearing on her screen made her heart ache with longing underneath her ribs. “Hi, baby.”
He gave her a wide smile, his whole face lighting up. “Hi,” He shifted a bit on the bed he was lying in, reaching across his body to pull the string to turn on the lamp. She smiled, being able to see him better. She’d struggled with having to leave him back home in New York, had hardly been able to part with her newly betrothed but the knowledge that he was now only a phone call away was comforting her just a tad.
“How was your press yesterday?” She wondered, standing up from the mattress on legs that ached in protest. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep herself from letting him become aware of her sore muscles.
“It was nothing special. I was bored most of the day, being shuffled from room to room. I wish you were here,” he added on as an afterthought. She frowned a little at his comment, slipping her feet into the tattered old Toms that were discarded beside the front door to her apartment.
“I wish I were there with you too, babe. But instead I’m here in Ohio, withering away.” She put the back of her hand to her forehead, melodramatically acting as if she were going to die.
“Hey, babe. Remember I’m the actor here, don’t come for my job.” He teased with a wink, watching his wife closely through the screen of his cell phone. “Where’re you right now?” He wondered, noticing the background behind her changing.
“I’m walking out of my little apartment on the edge of camp. Though, really, it should be called a fucking hut the thing is so run down.” She sighed, walking past someone she knew, carefully angling the camera so that Bucky could see the man behind her. “That’s Carl, one of the other adults here. Has dwarfism. He’s playing a role because he fits in with the children so easily. He’s kind of a grump and I am certain he hates me,” She informed Bucky who laughed.
“(Y/N), c’mon. I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.”
She panned the camera back to herself, nodding her head confidently. “No, he does. If it were up to him I’d be off of this stupid thing and they’d be using his play.”
“He’s a writer too?”
She nodded, “yes. In the most liberal of senses. I don’t think Carl is very literate.”
He let out a howl of a laugh, shaking his head a little. “(Y/N),” he admonished. “Be nice.”
She rolled her eyes, making a mocking face at him. “I’m being nice,” she defended as she continued walking towards the camp.
“So,” Bucky smirked. “How are you really liking the camp?”
She sighed, taking a moment to think. “It’s wonderful. I don’t think that there is anything that would beat being here. I mean, let me think. I could have a whole mansion on some hill in a remote country, and I’d be less content than I am here. I could have a satchel full of dollar bills, and I’d be like ‘pft. I shall not leave Ohio.”
He rolled his eyes, smiling amusedly at his wife. “You’re something else.”
She shrugged, “I would certainly hope so. Who would want to be normal?” She wondered. She continued on her walk, gasping loudly when a thought crossed her mind. “Oh, shit. I didn’t tell you about the stripper, did I?”
Bucky widened his eyes in shock, “what stripper? You’re at a summer camp for children.” He reminded her, as if that weren’t painfully obvious already. She rolled her eyes, lowering her hand as she passed by a group of the children of the camp, not wanting them to see her talking to her phone. When they were a safe distance away, she raised her hand again, getting an odd look from her screen.
“Why was I staring at your hip?”
She shrugged, “kids were walking by.” She skipped a few feet, stopping near the dock. “So right, anyway. Her name is Alexis, right? She lives in Columbus but apparently is trying to get herself brownie points with the judge over some custody hearing thing with her kid. I don't know the whole story. Regardless, she used to be a stripper in Columbus before she got knocked up. You can tell, too. Just in the way she carries herself and dresses. She’s pretty great, honestly. Oh!” Her lips curled in a big smile as she kicked her shoes off, settling down on the edge of the dock, dangling her feet into the water. “She has a snake too. Guess it’s name?”
“Snake?” He ventured, unimaginatively.
“Wayne,” she supplied, resting her elbow on her thigh to support her arm. “He’s kinda gross, because he’s shedding right now. And you know how gross snakes are when they shed,” he nodded his head in agreement. He was smiling an almost lazy smile, just happy to be watching his wife and listening to her ramble on about the ongoings of camp and about the snake he would never meet. “Anyway. We share a room, whenever she actually bothers to come back for the night. I think she’s sleeping with the director of the camp, but. Who’s to say for certain?”
“Who knew a children’s summer camp would have so much drama?”
Her smile was big, warming up her entire face. Bucky’s heart panged with longing, he missed her. Missed her more than he would care to let on. “How’s it apart from the stripper, and the illiterate dwarf?” Bucky wondered, shifting on his bed to get more comfortable.
“Oh, it’s just horrible.” She groaned, rubbing her forehead tiredly. “I mean. Let me count all the things I would like more than being in Ohio for the summer.” She took a second to think before rattling things off. “Let’s see. Okay, I could literally shove an ice pick in my eye. This one.” She brought the phone a little closer to her eye, letting him get a good look at it before pulling the phone back to show her full face. “And it’d be better than this here state.” She grumbled.
Bucky laughed, “really?”
She nodded, “yep!”
He rolled his eyes, “you’re really a drama queen you know that? I love you, I do. But c’mon. It can’t be that bad.”
“No! It really is, Bucky. I swear to God. It’s horrible. I have no cable, no hot water - you know how much I hate having cold showers. I have no vietnamese food, which. How terrible, I miss our takeout joint. Whenever I have a bad day at rehearsal with the kids, all I want to do is cuddle up on the couch with a box of takeout. And the worst part. The very worst part is.. I don’t have you, Bucky.”
Her frown was enough to make him feel sad too. For him to want to rush to Ohio on the first plane and pull her into his arms. To kiss her and rub her back and tell her how much he loved her. It was torture being away from her. It was torture for her to be away from him. It was all nonsense and if she never went back to Ohio, it would be too soon for the both of them.
She sighed heavily, trying to figure out a way to lighten the mood. She came up with nothing and he had nothing either. He could smile at her, in that award winning way of his. Her heart melted. “Baby, I love you.” He said in a soothing way. She beamed a smile back at him, the smile reaching all the way to her eyes.
“I love you too,” she responded, blowing a kiss at her phone. He grabbed at his chest, pretending like the kiss was a bullet to his heart. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the giggle that escaped her lips. He was too much for her, and she was too much for him. They were under each other's spell, and marriage proved to only worsen it.
His hand came up to rub tiredly at his eyes and she saw the glint of the simple gold band around his fourth finger. She knew that it was her ring on his finger. Her possession of him. She smiled big, “I love seeing your ring.”
He chuckled, spinning it absently with his thumb and pinky. “I’m pretty fond of it myself,” he acknowledged. The two sat there for a moment in silence, both wishing they were together before she perked up.
“So, I forgot to tell you. The other day, the other adults and I took a quick drive to Kentucky, right?” He nodded, showing that he was listening. “And we stopped at Target because we needed to get some things. Anyway, I walked in and the entertainment section was directly to the right. Which was convenient because I have to solely rely on watching DVD’s for entertainment. And I looked over and guess who the hell I saw?”
His eyebrows raised in surprise, smiling. “Who?”
“You! You were on this like, big poster thing advertising your movie. Of course I walked over immediately and grabbed a copy. Richard followed me and he was like -” She changed her voice to be snarky, “‘All things considered I guess you don’t have to buy that’. Which, first of all? How offensive is that? Like, just because you’re my husband doesn’t mean I don’t have to buy your movie? Second of all, him being snarky about it made me want it even more. So, I smiled like Mona Lisa, walked over to check out, and bought that DVD before we even started our shopping trip.”
Bucky laughed loudly, rubbing his hand down his face. “(Y/N),” he sighed. “You really didn’t have to do that. I know you were being petty and proving a point but you didn’t have to buy a copy of my DVD.”
She shrugged, “like I said. We don’t have cable so I needed DVD’s to watch on my computer. It’s a good movie, baby. Like, really good.. You did such a good job in it. I’ve seen it a handful of times and every single time I’m still in awe of you, babe. I really am lucky being your wife.”
The blush on his cheek was so obvious it almost made her giggle. “You really are too flattering, babe.” She winked at him and the two dropped the conversation of flattery.
“So, Richard. Don’t like him?” Bucky asked, bringing the subject off of himself.
She laughed, nodding her head, her hair falling in front of her face. “No, I don’t, not really. But, God. He wants me, he really wants me. He flirts with me every single chance he can get and he doesn’t make it subtle at all. He just does everything he can to get time with me. And he’s the assistant director of this camp, so it’s not hard for him to get his way.” She shrugged nonchalantly, “it’s fine. He isn’t gonna get me. I’m kind of spoken for. I have a pretty great guy, you should meet him sometime.”
He rolled his eyes at his wife, “yeah. I’ll make that a priority.” He rolled over onto his other side, placing the phone against a pillow to prop it up and free his tired arm. “Damn right he isn’t going to get you, though. You’re all mine.” He winked at the camera.
She took a moment to look his face over, sighing dramatically. “God, look at you. I mean, look at me, and then look at you. Sonovabitch, I must be doin’ somethin’ right to have landed you.” She shook her head. “Hell we aren't perfect but. We’re pretty damn close, don’t you think?”
“Damn right,” he whisper cheered.
Her head snapped to the side when she heard noises, seeing a gaggle of children running towards the lake in their bathing suits. She groaned, looking back at her phone. “I gotta go baby. I do, I’m sorry.” She sighed heavily, standing up from the dock, letting her feet dry for a moment. “Hurry up and get your ass out here to Ohio, you schmuck. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby.” He sat up in the bed. “I love you and I’ll see you soon.”
“I love you too,” she replied. “I gotta go though, babe. I’ll talk to you soon.” She pressed her thumb against the red ‘end’ button and turned just in time. The children all ran past her shouting ‘Hi Mrs. Barnes’ as they made their way into the lake, Richard following behind them.
“Interesting call?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at her, seeing her phone gripped tightly in her hand.
She shrugged, “guess so. Anyway, I should probably get back and finish those last little edits to the script. I’ll uh, see you around. Good luck with them.”
Richard’s jaw was set tight, nodding as he watched her leave. She was already missing Bucky.
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Two weeks later, she was drying her sweaty hands on her skirt clad thighs, watching the children all run around backstage, screaming and giggling while waiting for the cue that the show was going to be starting soon. To say she was nervous would be an understatement of the century. It was the first time that one of her scripts were to be performed in front of an audience. She’d helped with scripts in the past at the summer camp, editing here and there. Helping with dialogue occasionally. But never once was it solely her work. Never was it something that she had created and crafted all on her own.
She felt like she was on the verge of vomiting. Her hair had begun to come out of it’s neat bun, falling around her face and if she hadn’t just gotten her nails done she would have been anxiously picking at them. She didn’t know how people did this so often. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to it.
Alexis noticed her legs nervous twitching, shaking her head a little at the bundle of nerves that was her roommate. “Listen,” Alexis said, walking over to (Y/N) with a pageant smile on her lips. “You’re not going out there to perform it, so there’s no reason to be nervous, okay?” She gripped (Y/N)’s shoulders tightly, rubbing them to calm her friend. “The kids all know their lines, and with any luck they’ll be half decent. Besides, they’re just playing to a bunch of elderly people. They won’t be the harshest of critics. Just breathe, and know your play is good.”
She wanted to smile, but all that came out was a shaky laugh. “Thanks, Alexis.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s wonderful. I’m excited to see it,” said a voice from behind her. Her entire face lit up as she shook Alexis’s hands off of her shoulders and spun on her heels, running to the source of the voice. She jumped into Bucky’s arms without a moment’s hesitation, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist while peppering his face with kisses. “Baby!” She shrieked between kisses. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
He laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her against him. “I wanted to surprise you, babe. I wanted to be here for your opening night and your first performance of your first play ever.”
She giggled, kissing him again. “You’re a wonderful husband, you know that?”
He smirked, “so I’ve been told.”
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I get that interview was HBO forced but it sounds insane when last season, he was saying Jaime needed to get away from her for good. I mean no nice post about Gwen after the last ep. I dont believe it was about not wanting to stir the hornet's nest if him and B didnt get together as he posted a huge loving one about Lena and that was a very controversial part of the plot. If hed know posted a gwen one saying"sorry JB didnt get a happy ending but here's me and Gwen in happier times" i dont get it
I think it’s very weird too…Imma analyze it. Not that I’m gonna reach any solid conclusion but I will just lay out all my thoughts.
Whatever the reason Nik doesn’t post or reply publicly to Gwen is, it has nothing to do with his personal preference for Braime or Jaime x Cersei. Even if we make the insane assumption that Nik appreciated that Jaime dumped Brienne to return to murderous Cersei and die with her without serving any purpose in the main plot (what lead actor of 8+ years would ever like being unimportant in the ending plot) and saw “pOeTRy” in it, it still doesn’t explain why he should prefer posting about Lena over Gwen. We would be naive to think he made a post about Lena and not Gwen because he prefers Cersei to Brienne. So, we still have no clear evidence of what Nik’s private thoughts and feelings are for his character after the ending.
Here’s what we have:
We have two interviews: one with HBO rofl and one with that journalist who collaborates with HBO and was an insider (I’m not gonna search his name) in which he stans Jaime’s choices, his love for Cersei and the tragic poetry in it all. Then we have him promoting the episodes and the documentary in his instagram and twitter, however he is entirely emotionally detached from his character and his fate. I would say he lowkey looks entertained in his weird af episode promo videos and secretly amused while filming the “thank you” video after the last episode where he says “Come on, it was great” and suggests a petition for an Arya (huh?) sequel.
We have two videos uploaded on yt with him: one is a video of a stalker in which Nik looks uncomfortable and passes the question to the random guy next to him who apparently happens to be a GOT fan, have an elaborate opinion on the last season, hate D&D and think they threw away Jaime’s beautiful character arc. What are the odds…The second is a skit in Jimmy Kimmel in which Nik drags his own character by making him stupid and clumsy, a sad little being because of his maiming and, most importantly, an unrepentant sister fucker. All of Jaime’s worst qualities displayed for laughs, plus that he’s actually a likeable but very stupid person. The skit ends with a dragon randomly burning him and his family alive and those credits
So, we have straightforward criticism towards D&D by Kimmel and NCW actually participates in it. This is what this skit means - that this level of writing, this kind of lame character and that ludicrous death is something that only Benioff and Weiss would like to produce. And, well, the Olsen sisters (although I think they’re cleverer than that).
So, we have two videos where NCW’s intentions are dubious AT BEST.
Then we have all the promos. When left to speak on his own, Nikolaj would say how the ending was beautiful and made sense and he once mentioned he sent a letter to thank them for this genius plot…Right. But then when asked or caught off guard (1:04):
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Nobody tries to sugarcoat it, look at the title of the video: … NCW is ‘happy’. Then of course we have our Lady and Saviour Gwen who tries not to laugh as Nik struggles to find what to say and not just stand up and flee.
Also, this one. The best one:
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I could make a thousand gifs for this but just watch again the entire video:
0:07 - Gwen’s face when Nik says he thought the script was fantastic
1:13 - “N-no..NO!!!” when asked if he would change something in the ending and Gwen’s reaction to that. Then, our leader Gwen proceeds to mock him: “So, it’s an immaculate- It’s immaculate?” to which Nik impulsively replies: “NO!” and goes on “do you ever read a book and think you want to rewrite this?” which implies, that yes he would want to rewrite it but knows he can’t.
(3:03 - 3:06) - VERY IMPORTANT ONE. When Gwen wondered who was closer to predicting the actual ending, Nik says “I was, yeah” and OMG look at Gwen’s face. It’s very subtle but she’s trying to communicate with her eyes a “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT” to him without being seen by the interviewer. It’s kind of a wife done with her husband’s shit look tbh, that level of subtlety. And Nik answers back with his eyes in equal subtlety and it’s like he says a “What? I truly was right lol….”. To me, this seems to mean that Nik always knew or feared that D&D would eventually destroy all his work and was eventually proven right. Unless this all is about Dany being killed by Jon but I doubt at this point Nik and Gwen cared enough to go all cryptic and eye communicating for this. No, it was about them.
3:09 - Nik is surprised and then clearly amused at the information by the interviewer that Kit was the one who came closer with his prediction. He can’t hide his smile and says an ironic “good for him” while looking knowingly at Gwen who then says this must be a lie. This shows that it is known amongst the actors that most of them are disappointed and Kit was one of them. Both Nik and Gwen apparently knew Kit hated his ending too and would never expect this to be how the show would wrap up. BTW that writing and that backlash really got to Kit, I hope he recovers soon. But think about this, Kit went into rehab for stress and alcohol, Emilia was devastated and gave a somewhat concerning interview and Nik’s public behaviour regarding GOT is inconsistent and unpredictable. I am thus assuming the writing of the final season and the backlash fucked them up way more than they let on.
This interview is a gem but here’s the most important part, perhaps the core of what baffles us:
1:32 - After all the miserable no-nos poor Nik mumbles, Gwen tells Nik what we all think: “I think it’s just a question, you know? Maybe you want to answer it?”
Of course he’s in a total loss for words. Literally, he doesn’t make any sense. Some incoherent sounds come out of his mouth and that’s it. This can mean two things: either he truly thinks the ending is perfect or the ending made him such a mess that he can’t even process it verbally two years later.
Either Gwen is much braver and Nik is extemely paranoid or Nik actually has many more restrictions in what he is allowed to say. I believe Gwen wanted Nikolaj to be as open as her about it and she still tries to make him open up but he doesn’t. In all the promos without exception, Gwen looks as if she knows Nik is full of shit and secretly agrees with her. If Gwen knows that for a fact, then we can’t argue and it’s actually what makes sense anyway. Nikolaj agrees with Gwen but is not eager to discuss it openly yet, or ever. This could be because he is very professional or because he doesn’t want to get a bad name as a “backstabber” of his projects or it might be a situation of a more sensitive nature.
If those rumours that the S8 script was changed are true, then Nik and Lena might have had a serious breakdown with D&D and a negotiation might have taken place. For instance, Nik and Lena were really unnecessary in E6, Nik’s scene in E1 could have been eliminated as well and Lena does not appear in E3. Yes, they are big actors but paying them 1,2 million for every episode seems a tad excessive when Emilia and Kit are now famous too and have like 300% times more screentime. All this is wild speculation but maybe they stretched their appearance in the episodes as much as possible and gave them a good amount of money to agree on the butchering of their characters and their importance as former lead actors. I mean, especially Lena was downgraded to a secondary character in this season. Lena had to really fight to see her salary rise in the previous seasons. And now it’s a million for every episode? Wow. How many minutes was she staring out of the window in S8? Maybe they were silenced and payed a shitload of money to stop complaining and promote the show and praise the writing as what it was supposed to be. Maybe they payed them in order to promote Peter, Kit and Emilia for the Emmys instead, who knows. When so much money is involved, things can get frustrating in ways we don’t even fathom. This is wild and rough speculation but all I’m saying is there may be reasons Nik avoids talking freely about his character that we can’t know.
Besides, it’s not just a Gwen problem. It is not a Gwen problem. Gwen revealed she sent a “Jaime is a fuckboi” meme to Nik privately and he answered playfully as ever (but again as if he’s in denial). They posted a story together a couple of weeks ago. Nik did not just ignore Gwen’s instagram post. Daniel Portman posted the photo and tagged Nikolaj too. Nik ignored him as well. Bryan Cogman, who Nik and Gwen owe a lot to, commented under the photo in a very sweet and emotional way. Guess what, Nik ignored him too! It’s ridiculous to think Nikolaj has stopped communicating and caring about Gwen AND Daniel AND Bryan just because his character returned to Cersei. Furthermore, the fact that they all keep tagging him shows they don’t think their relationships with him have become tense.
That’s not it. It’s not about Gwen. The only way that Gwen is involved in all this is that she wants Nikolaj to open up so that he would give a little acknowledgement to her character and the relationship with Jaime because she feels very much for Brienne. I’m sad to say, however, that it seems to me that Nik did not take that blow more lightly than Gwen. In fact, his behaviour is more inconsistent and troubling whereas Gwen’s openness about it made her confront that sore subject more healthily after all. I start believing Nik was actually way more devastated than Gwen. At least Brienne remained a decent character, ever faithful to her ideals, ever innerly strong. Jaime was entirely trashed, let alone that he was supposed to be a main character. If Nik can’t even handle a photo that reminds him of his destroyed character arc, I wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe Gwen wants Nik to open up so much for his benefit as well - he keeps it bottled up and she might know first hand how that affects him.
Long story short, the reasons Nik doesn’t post anything about his feelings for Jaime’s character arc, his relationship with Brienne and his collaboration with Gwen probably are both professional, after begrudging deals and agreements and restrictions from HBO, and very personal, inner and private, as he’s still trying to cope with a disappointment that crushed down on him from what used to be his dream job and a role he hoped would be a (or the) peak of his career. I bet all these years Nik was hopeful Jaime would be extremely important and fully redeemed in the end but also extremely scared and anxious that the writers won’t give him what he hoped for and what made sense. Would I exaggerate if I said this should be the biggest professional disappointment he ever experienced, provided that he didn’t like the character’s ending?
From everything Gwen has said about him, I have surmised that Nik is very emotional and anxious but with a very blasé and superficially amiable attitude. He avoids expessing emotion in real life which is why he might be dissociating a lot lately. He tries to distance himself from that part of Jaime’s character that involved Bryan and Gwen because this is the part that he loved and lost. Honestly, I can’t think of any other logical reason he ignored Gwen, Dan and Bryan one after the other and never made a post about his own character specifically or his good times with Gwen. It’s obviously not that he suddenly hates all of them to the point of not even replying. Even if HBO restricts him on what he can say in interviews for a while, there is no other explanation for this other than that D&D’s genius writing fucked him up emotionally as much as Emilia and Kit and he does not want to deal with it even though Gwen probably thinks it would be for the best if he did.
Now after I wrote all this, imagine if Nikolaj actually doesn’t give a shit and is just happy going on with his life while I am here wasting time. But… I don’t think so. I will never not believe Nik didn’t love Jaime to pieces. He had big dreams for this role, I am sure of it.
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Dirty Dancing {1}
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; Radio-host!Yoongi; Fem!Yoongi; Translator!Jimin; Alternate-universe!AU; Non-Idol!AU.
Warnings: Language, mentions of smut, violence, transgender character, mentions of suicide, eating disorder, talks of mental health, mentions of self-harm, talks of racial discrimination; POLITICS
Other Notes: V-Hope, NamJin, Sana of Twice is in this story, SanKook, Lisa of Blackpink is in this as well, Liskook, Trans!Hoseok
Summary: Local radio talk show host, Min Yoongi, has been running from his past for years, but when his closest friend Jung Hoseok introduces him to a handsome translator from Korea, Yoongi thinks he might have found something- or someone- to run to.
Song of the chapter: You’re So Cool, Jonathan Bree
Word count: 3,507
“Now I’ve had the time of my life…”
Yoongi sang along happily, letting his eyes close slowly as the lyrics flew out of his mouth. His body slowly started grooving along to the music, and without a second thought, he got off the couch and started dancing along with Johnny and Baby. Yoongi twirled around the living room without a partner, and barely missed trampling his precious Holly by mere inches.
“You’re the one thing, I can’t get enough of…”
Yoongi continued to sing as his not-so-perfect dance moves made him feel invincible. He was on cloud nine, and it wasn’t until something cold and wet splashed on his feet that Yoongi snapped out of his daze. He groaned loudly, Holly’s water bowl was upside down and the freshwater was now soaking his carpet. Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and looked at the tv to see that his favorite part of the movie was coming up. Baby ran as fast as she could towards Johnny, and his strong arms lifted her up into the sky. Yoongi sighed and looked at the floor. Holly was licking his foot.
“Holly,” He said sadly, “You’re lucky you’re a dog. You don’t have to find someone who can beat 1980s, Patrick Swayze.”
He got a small whine in response. “I know girl,” Yoongi bent down and picked up the toy poodle, “They don’t make them like they used to.”
Yoongi walked back to the couch, completely ignoring the mess, and plopped down. Holly curled up in his arms while he finished watching the last few minutes. Dirty Dancing was easily Yoongi’s favorite movie, he could recite it word-for-word at this point, and even being a hopeless dancer, he managed to engrave the choreography in his mind. It was at the part where Johnny is mouthing the words of the song to Baby when his phone chimed making Holly let out a squeaky bark.
“Hush, it’s not the doorbell,” Yoongi scolded, mentally reminding himself to change his notification tone.
Hobi [11:43 PM]
Bonjour hyung!
Yoongi smiled fondly at the screen. Hoseok had been his closest friend since middle school. The pair were never apart, and even when Hoseok had come out to Yoongi and told him of their gender crisis, Yoongi had never turned his back to Hoseok. They had formed a bond, and when Hoseok had fallen in love with a foreign man during college, Yoongi did not feel anger when the two of them did not see one another as often. If Hoseok was happy then so was Yoongi.
Me [11:44 PM]
Salut. What’s up? I thought you were with Tae.
Hobi [11:46 PM]
Oh, I still am! He’s such a dreamboat, hyung! Propre sur lui, charment, tres beaux.
Me [11: 49 PM]
Are you just going to talk about Tae because I’d like to know how your doctor’s appointment went. I’m sorry for not being able to come. I had to finish my script for tomorrow night’s show.
Hobi [11:55 PM]
No worries! Well, the surgery is going to cost a shit ton of money which I was expecting. That’s not really a problem. I have the money for it. The weird thing is… the doctor was kind of rude once I told him that I didn’t want breast implants
Yoongi felt his ear heating up. Most doctors reacted the same way. Hoseok’s decision to keep their flat chest was a popular topic at their support groups and therapist office. To keep it frank, it pissed Yoongi off. He knew how much it hurt his friend when someone downplayed their gender identity solely because they did not want fake breasts. Hoseok had explained to Yoongi that they had thought about it and realized that it was a decision that they were very firm on. Hoseok did not want implants, not because they were confused or having second thoughts, but because they were a professional gymnast. Hoseok was constantly surrounded by muscular women who had a chest like their own. Of course, this did not stop the weird glances at them once they let this little fact about themselves be known.
Me [11: 58 PM]
Did you tell him your view on that whole situation? Maybe he was trying to see if you were serious because of how expensive a vaginoplasty is?
Hobi [11:59 PM]
No…kind of seemed like he didn’t take me seriously after that.
Me [12:01 AM]
Are you for real? What the hell happened?
Hobi [12:03 AM]
Yeah. He went from being supportive to trying to talk me out of the procedure. I just told him I would go somewhere else.
Hobi [12:06 AM]
It wasn’t a great feeling at all
Hobi [12:15 AM]
Kind of like I wasn’t woman enough to be getting a sex change. He even commented on the fact that I’m still going by my “male” name. I had to share personal shit with the guy. Then he misgendered me twice and even said it was odd that I wanted a sex change even though I don’t go by female pronouns. Like dude what the fuck?
Yoongi stared at his phone and felt the heat from his ears spread across his entire body.
Hobi [12:17 AM]
Anyway, Taehyung’s friend from Korea is coming to France for a few weeks and he wanted to know if you were down for dinner with us. From what I’ve seen of him, he’s super cute 😉
Me [12:19 AM]
Are you seriously trying to set me up with some dude right after telling me about some fucking asshole treating you like garbage when he’s supposed to be helping you? Really Hobi? Are you okay?
Hobi [12:21 AM]
Yeah, I’m great. I’m used to this kind of shit by now. I don’t completely blame the guy for being hesitant. It is a life-altering surgery. I won’t be able to go back afterward. I didn’t appreciate the comments about my sexuality or the misgendering, but my entire transition has been a wild ride for everyone involved. Even you. I promise you that I’m okay. I would’ve called you crying by now if not and we both know it lol. Are you coming or not?
Yoongi felt himself cooling down. His heart filled with adoration for the woman Hoseok had become. It had been a very confusing and hard journey to get where they are now, but Yoongi was so proud of his friend. Hoseok had gone from ‘Henri,’ the only other French-Korean kid in Dijon, to ‘Henri’ the “flaming gay” in middle school, and finally Hoseok, the professional gymnast in their woman’s league during their freshman year at university. Yoongi would always cherish those memories. Though they had been the hardest times of his life, and even harder for Hoseok, he would not change a single thing. Those were the days that gave him the most important person in his life.
Me [12:26 AM]
Yeah, I’ll be there. Is it just me, you, Tae, and his allegedly cute friend?
Hobi [12:27 AM]
Those are the definite ones, yes. Kook said him and Sana might drop by before they go back to Japan
Me [12:29 AM]
Great.
Hobi [12:31 AM]
I’m not happy about it either. I don’t like her any more than you do, but Jungkook is Taehyung’s best friend and I’ll put up with her so they can see one another.
Me: [12:32 AM]
I miss Lisa. Kook seemed happier, and he is miserable in Japan. Jungkook misses France. Jungkook misses Lisa. I wouldn’t be surprised if he snuck out to see her.
Hobi [12:34 AM]
Everyone misses Lisa, hyung. If Kook’s willing to deal with Sana, then let’s let him be happy. We can’t bring up his ex every chance we get just because we don’t like Sana. But that doesn’t mean I’m not team Lisa all the way.
Hobi [12:37 AM]
Oh, he hasn’t...yet. We did make reservations at the most wonderful Korean restaurant in town though. Who knows, maybe a certain Kim Namjoon’s little cousin will be waiting tables... and our table just might be in her section as told to me by the uncle’s husband himself. Apparently, Lisa got a phone call last night and ran out during closing. I think she was running after her white rabbit.
Me [12:38 AM]
Team Lisa > Team Sana
Me [12:47 AM]
I do love Jin’s lamb skewers. I don’t know Hobi. That seems like we’re stepping over certain boundaries. Jungkook is a grown man. He’s not our little bunny boy anymore. You know that. Whatever is going on between him and Lisa is between them. Sana is his girlfriend. I don’t like her, I don’t think I ever will, and you just said you were going to play nice. All this is going to do is stress out Kook, piss off Sana, and really hurt Lisa. So, please don’t make her wait our table and give Sana another reason to keep Jungkook as far away from Dijon as possible.
Hobi [12:40 AM]
I hate it when you’re reasonable. Look, I understand that and all, but Sana is hardly a girlfriend. Kook doesn’t even smile when she’s around. I don’t want them together. I want him to dump her and get his head back on and get with the most perfect girl. I’m going to make this happen Yoongi, one way or another I always get my way. Anyway, I’m tired. What are you talking about tomorrow? Make sure to message me when you’re about to start. You’re my only source of entertainment when Tae’s at work. Get some sleep, you need it. No more all-nighters. Thanks for being wonderful and supportive. Don’t worry about me so much! I love you~~~~~~ niiiiiight!
Me [12:41 AM]
I know you’re trying to help him, but please just let Jungkook figure these things out on his own. I’ll talk to him if that’ll make you feel better... just don’t put Lisa through that. You know how she feels about him and seeing him there with a supermodel on his arm is going to destroy her. Do you really think Jungkook deserves Lisa after all he did? Do I miss them? Yes, but I understand that everything changes. Let her move on and let Jungkook become an adult on his own. We’re talking political parties and shit. Namjoon’s idea. It’s about as exciting as watching paint dry. You’re going to pass out within the first two minutes. Sadly, I don’t have a funny or entertaining story to tell, and Joon really wants any excuse to rag on the communist party. I don’t blame the guy, but I hate talking about the same shit repeatedly. I’ll text you. I’m out of my pills and melatonin doesn’t work. Not a problem. I’ll always worry about you. You too. Night.
Yoongi tossed his phone on the coffee table in front of him. Not even flinching when the impact made a loud clang. Holly jumped, suddenly startled, and hid her face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck. He laughed, although he didn’t make a sound, and began to soothe his puppy.
“It’s alright Holly,” He said, lightly stroking her curly hair, “It’s nothing. I’ll protect you from the vicious sound demons. I promise.”
Then, without a second of hesitation, Holly turned her head and gave Yoongi a big lick on the mouth.
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“Good show tonight,” Yoongi said, flipping his hair behind his shoulders in search for a rubber band. “I can’t say the same for my hair, though. I have to go to dinner with Hoseok and Tae tonight, they’re trying to hook me up with some rando.”
“Tragic,” Najoonn replied, raising an eyebrow and picking up his duffel bag from off the floor.
“Cool it with the whole ‘being an asshole’ thing you got going on,” Yoongi looked at Namjoon and then the coffee cup in his hand, and then back again, “What’s the matter? You’re not usually this pissy.”
“Fucking Jin. He keeps on saying that Jungkook and Lisa are getting back together. It’s pissing me off. The guy is in Japan with some model now. Lisa was just starting to get back to normal and now I hear this prick is coming for a visit. I don’t get it. If he doesn’t want to be with Lisa, then why won’t he leave her alone?”
Yoongi pursed his lips and looked at the ground. He was not sure how to respond. He loved Namjoon dearly, and Lisa as well, but picking sides was not his style. He knew that Jungkook had hurt Lisa, which in turn, turned half of their old group against him, but Yoongi was aware of Lisa’s faults as well. He was a bad listener, but she was a control freak. When Lisa would make a mistake, Jungkook would be uncontrollably angry, but when the roles were reversed, she was spiteful. They were not picture-perfect, but for every bad thing that had ever happened at least a hundred, good things did. They were happy until the very end. Until Jungkook abruptly ended things and moved to Japan. Until he was on the cover of magazines. Until he was with Sana.
“Joon, look,” Yoongi began, finally finding his hair tie and wrapping his hair up haphazardly. “Lisa and Kook are grown, and for your information, it wasn’t just your husband making all this planning. Who do you think put the bug in his ear?”
Namjoon rolled his eyes and wiped his hand down his face, “Hoseok.”
“Bingo. Don’t worry, we’ve been talking about this for the past three days. I convinced them to let me handle the situation and just talk to Jungkook. I just want to see where his mind’s at. They’re just trying to help.”
“Help?” Namjoon stood up hastily, fumbling a bit, his cigarettes falling out of his lap. “Do they think any of this is going to be good for my baby cousin? No, of course not. All they care about is Jungkook and how he feels. He left Lisa. He hurt her. Why are they so worried about him when he’s a rich model with a rich model girlfriend?”
“Because he’s miserable, Joon.” Yoongi replied.
Namjoon’s expression fell. Yoongi could almost hear the “you may speak now” when he looked into his friend’s eyes. Namjoon was getting defensive, and when he gets defensive there is nothing you can do but let him get it out and move on. If you do not leave it alone, then he becomes excited and angry, a real hot-head, and when it is all over, he will not speak to you for at least two weeks. Luckily for Yoongi, however, he and Namjoon work together every day. He could not escape him even if he wanted to.
“I know Lisa is your cousin, I get it. You need to remember that you used to be the one that would talk to Jungkook when he was down. You were his favorite. He looked up to you like a God. You were the big brother he never had and the father he always wanted. He is miserable. Miserable enough to call Lisa the first night he gets to Dijon to meet with him. Miserable enough to come back home knowing that his best friend hates him. Miserable enough to sit at a table with half of the people he cares about not there because of him. Jungkook is not happy, and Sana is nothing more than a distraction. You know that as much as I do.
“I agree with you, Joon. Lisa deserves so much better and I have tried time and time again to reach out to her, but she won’t answer my calls. You and Jin are the only two people who she speaks to, she avoids us like the plague and didn’t even have the decency to tell Hoseok she wanted to switch gyms until the last minute when she knew they needed her for competition. But the second Jungkook is in town she drops everything she’s going to see him. She is a grown woman. I’m mad at them both. Stop making the boy feel guilty for breaking up with someone.”
“Lisa is not ‘just someone’ Min Yoongi,” Namjoon picked up his cigarettes, slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, and walked away, roughly shoulder swiping Yoongi on his way out. “Have a nice time at dinner. Hope your new boy toy doesn’t end up like the last.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Yoongi replied, but the door was already slamming shut.
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Yoongi checked his appearance in the car mirror once again. His hair had been tied up to hide how awful it looked after wearing a beanie for the entire show, and he was still skeptical of his makeup. He never did the best job when he was angry. After touching up his eyebrows and mascara that he had put on that morning before going to work, he lightly concealed his under eyes and the small acne scars that dotted his cheekbones, powdered, and applied a generous amount of lip gloss to his lips. He was nervous that the small light in his car was deceiving him into thinking he looked better than he did, but it was too late to fix anything. He was already running late.
He stumbled out of his truck, ankles almost giving out and he could not figure out if it was a bad hop or the heels, he picked out specifically so he would not bust his ass.
“Of course, I fall,” He said to himself, “I should know that always happens when I try to look cool.”
He knew Hoseok was there the second he walked in. He did not have to see them to know they were there. That laugh was distinct and the Korean flying out of their mouth only solidified that fact. He followed the sounds to a little booth in the back of the restaurant, a small divider giving the party some privacy. Yoongi gave it to Jin, at least they would not bother the entire restaurant…hopefully.
“Hyung!” Taehyung exclaimed, his smile widening in a cute box shape, and it reminded Yoongi just how boyish he was. “You’re here!”
“I said I was coming, didn’t I?” Yoongi replied, finding a seat at the floor table.
“Well, you were late so I wasn’t sure you would show up.” Hoseok added, giving Yoongi a dirty look.
“Don’t look at me like that. I can’t control traffic or Namjoon’s bitch fits at the end of the day. I’m sorry I fucked with you OCD, though.”
“Geez,” Hoseok rolled their eyes, “What was his problem this time?”
“The whole Jungkook situation. He got pissed off that I was coming to dinner with you guys even though Kook would be here. Things escalated from there. He brought him up, too.”
“He did what?” Hoseok’s eyes widened, and slammed their drink on the table, “Are you serious? That bastard.”
“Eh, this is Joon we’re talking about. The most melodramatic person on the planet. It’s no biggie. Anyway,” Yoongi looked around, “where’s this ‘attractive’ friend of yours, Tae?”
“Oh, he went out for a smoke. He should be back in a minute.”
“You’re hooking me up with a smoker? Really? That’s gross.”
“Smoking is the dirtiest thing that boy does,” Hoseok defended, “Just give him a chance. Jimin’s your type. Small, fair, funny, sweet, and his butt is nice. He used to be a dancer before becoming a translator for advertising companies in Seoul and let me tell you… you’re going to change that tone when you see him.”
“See who?” Someone suddenly piped, making Yoongi flinch and turn his head.
He turned around and there he was. The small, fair, funny, sweet, dancing angel. His lips were full and plush, his nose small and slightly flat, but still buttoned enough to frame his face, his eyes shined a warm, chocolate brown, and his hair was a charcoal black. His skin almost glowed and not a single imperfection was insight. Yoongi suddenly felt very insecure. He was hyperaware of the coffee stains on his pants and the fact that he was wearing a five-year-old thrift store shirt with small holes in certain spots, while Jimin was dressed to the nines in the most casual way possible, black jeans, a black button-up, and some worn black dress shoes.
“Oh!” He exclaimed, and Yoongi melted at the sound of his voice, “Pardon me. I’m Jimin Park. You must be Yoongi. Hoseok has told me so much about you.”
Yoongi almost laughed out loud at the awful accent Jimin had when he spoke French, but simply smiled and shook his hand.
“I speak Korean. Don’t worry, it takes a lot more than going out for a smoke break to get me worked up.”
He was shocked, the words falling from his lips completely backtracking from what he has just told Hoseok.Yoongi could only imagine the shit-eating grin on their face right now. I told you so. Yes, yes you did, he thought.
Jimin sighed and returned the smile, “You know, those two kept trying to tell me that you were cute, but they didn’t do the best job at explaining just how cute you actually, are.”
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Changing States | Jimin
Jimin x Reader | non idolverse au, husband!Jimin | Fluff, crack-ish, slight angst
Summary: You receive a much needed comfort after one of the worst days in history. Well... your history anyway.
Warnings: Mention of a pregnancy loss.
Word Count: 3k
* Request from my Ao3 series ‘Movie Night’.
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Sometimes people liked to call it waking up on the wrong side of the bed. You preferred to label it as just a bad day, nothing to worry about usually, yet now you were rethinking everything.
Today, your entire bed seemed to be on the wrong side of the room.
You awoke to the sound of loud machinery and boisterous yelling filtering in from the window. Blinking the sleep away, you inwardly cursed for forgetting to get the uneven windowsill fixed up yet again. Now you would have to deal with the noise from the construction site next door without being able to complain about it because it was your scatterbrain that had left you to suffer in silence.
You let your eyes flutter shut and extended one arm towards the other half of the bed, desperate for the warm body that would usually be there but only meeting the cold, dreary bedsheets with your fingertips.
That’s right, he has to work extra early hours today.
You sat up slowly, letting your eyes trail over the hauntings of a crease he had left in the smooth fabric. You couldn’t help but roll over to rest your face into his plush pillow, trying to catch the last tendrils of his scent that was made up of a million different things. The things that made you feel secure and bolted to the ground, whether it be his aromatic shampoo or the light cologne he’d worn the previous day.
It hadn’t been the best morning so far, but you knew he would have made it perfect if he’d only been by your side. Being your source of motivation to get going, or something.
You got to your feet and padded into the bathroom to make yourself somewhat presentable. Your brows were still twitching from the obnoxious noise outside, and the fact that they’d brought in a big reversing truck had amped the annoyance level. Repetitive beeping was a big no for your sanity at the moment.
“Two more weeks,” you sighed and tried to angle your lips upwards into a smile, just for the sake of feeling brighter in mind and spirit.
Then, the smile vanished as a high pitched shriek tore from your throat. The big fat hairy spider sitting on your mirror didn’t move, but you did.
“What the fuck!” You growled, eyeing the creature and clenching at your heart over your shirt to stop it from racing. It was so big you were almost too afraid to try getting rid of it. Usually you could whip out the fly spray or get a cup and a sheet of paper to let it outside, but this one was giving you eyes.
“Nope.”
You let the bathroom door click shut and let your head rest against the wood with an audible thump. It was still morning, but already you’d been through about twelve of your most detested emotions of all time.
I’ll let Jimin deal with it when he gets home.
You left the spider to its own devices and made your way into the kitchen for some food. Luckily for you, the milk had expired and your coffee machine had decided to overflow and ooze its weird concoction of water, caffeine and sugar straight onto your tiles. Tiles which had been freshly mopped not two days ago, mind you.
You reminded yourself to feel thrilled that it hadn’t been on the carpet instead.
You could only sigh again and began moving your feet to get the cleaning stuff from the cupboard. The sound of the machine dripping occasionally followed you the entire way, and that, coupled with everything else that had gone down so far, landed you the biggest headache you could possibly imagine.
You weren’t hungover, but if things continued the way they were then it wouldn’t be long before you’d be setting yourself up for something similar. Your phone buzzed a while later and you perked up at the message from your best friend. She’d suddenly invited you out for lunch, but you didn’t know how to feel.
I’ve been kicked out of the bathroom and I haven’t had much to eat. I’ll look like trash and be grumpy as hell, but hey at least it’ll take my mind off everything for a while.
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Newsflash, it hadn’t helped.
You watched in shock as your friend beamed at you from her seat in the café. Your coffee had been served unnaturally cold, and then when you’d sent it back they had returned with a completely wrong order altogether. You could barely keep your fragile sense of civility together for the nervous looking waiter, but whenever you felt yourself about to snap you just imagined Jimin’s heart-warming smile and the words he would always speak in moments of amounting stress.
“It’ll be alright baby, you’ll get through it.”
Now, the aforementioned shock was stemming from your friend and colleague. The friend and colleague who had just dropped a bombshell.
“We’ve decided to move interstate! There’s a lovely house on a river we saw and fell in love with,” She smiled excitedly.
“That’s amazing,” You breathed, genuinely feeling happy for her but trying your best to ignore the feelings of sorrow gripping at your heart.
“I’ll be sad to leave you guys and the company, but I’ll come down to visit as often as I can. You okay (Y/n) sweetie?”
You jerked as her hand found yours across the table.
“Yeah, sorry I’ve had a bit of a chaotic day. I’m so happy for you,” You smiled, grasping her hand and feeling relieved when she seemed to let the moment pass. You hated yourself for letting the negativity outweigh everything else, but you knew you would easily be feeling elated if had just been a better day.
“I’ll have to show you photos, maybe you two will be inspired to look for another place somewhere too,” She smiled tenderly, knowing you and Jimin had always wanted to venture out into the world to find the perfect spot. Work had overtaken many things so far in your married lives, but seeing your friend finally break free did make you feel hopeful for a change.
Feeling encouraged by your thoughtful and optimistic expression, your friend continued.
“Just a nice little place with a perfect temperature for like, everything! Wouldn’t it be great to even live close together? Our families and kids could share so many memories.”
Your smile dropped and your best friend suddenly let her voice die in her throat, realising she’d brought something up she shouldn’t have just yet. It was a little soon.
“Oh shit, (Y/n) I didn’t mean to.”
“No, it’s fine silly,” You laughed it off, still squeezing her hand to reassure her. Her worried gaze pierced into your own and you felt a tad uncomfortable from all the emotions in your brain running rampant all of a sudden.
“You look under the weather, let me pay your bill,” She offered softly, getting to her feet and prompting you to follow. You were so grateful she was so tuned to your mannerisms, she knew just when you needed a break from it all.
You said your goodbyes after apologising for your miserable appearance once again, finally getting into the car and heaving a massive sigh to rid yourself from the tension. You contemplated calling Jimin, but you knew that he was at work and would likely be busy with getting everything done. He was efficient like that.
“What a shitty person I am, couldn’t even be fucking happy for my friend,” You muttered in shaky annoyance as you started up the car, feeling like you wanted to scream all your anger away into the dashboard. Onlookers be damned, you didn’t care about being judged.
No, just buy some ice cream or something on the way home. You’ll have a better day tomorrow.
More of his words drifted through your memory.
“Keep it together, treat yourself. You deserve happiness.”
A sad smile tugged at your lips and you made it onto the road after promising yourself to feel better. If you hit a low point in your day you could only climb up from it. You told yourself to clear your mind and look forward to what time you had left.
To your chagrin, the positive outlook only lasted so long when you found yourself neck-deep in traffic; the sound of rumbling engines and an occasional beep of a horn being the only sounds greeting your ears for a solid ten minutes.
What the…
Your resolve cracked at the edges and began crumbling.
“Music will help,” Your teeth found your bottom lip as you reached for the radio station buttons, but unfortunately you were only met with white noise and the momentary sound of ads breaking through. You could almost feel the speed of the ice cream melting.
The world became blurry and your grip tightened on the wheel.
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“I’m home, my love.”
Jimin’s slightly wearied voice echoed through the front hallway as he shuffled through the door, keys thrown onto the bench and coat draped over a nearby bar stool. He rolled his shoulders experimentally to feel how tensed they were, letting out a sigh at the muscles loosening from their strained position.
“(Y/n)? Jagi?” He used a few more names to try and get your attention, full lips pulling into a frown when he only heard muffled sobbing coming from the living room.
Oh no…
“(Y/n)?”
He walked into the room with purposeful strides, rolling up the sleeves of his button up as he went to help cool down. When he saw the flickering screen of the television, he noticed instantly that an attempted movie stream had failed due to a poor internet connection. He searched the couch hurriedly with concern flashing in his chocolate brown eyes, finally coming to rest on your form wrapped in a blanket huddled to one side. His heart broke when he watched your shoulders tremble with another barely contained wail.
“Shit, (Y/n) are you okay?” He inhaled sharply and jogged over to kneel in front of you, hands flying upwards to peel the blanket away from your face.
“God, I’ve wanted to hear your voice all day,” You sniffled, face red and puffy from tears. He didn’t know why you were crying, but the man embodied all the sensitive qualities of an empath. The sorry sight of you made his own emotions well up at an alarming rate.
“Hold on,” He cradled your face and stood up to gently smear the tears away from your cheeks, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead before rushing to the bedroom to get changed into something comfier.
“You definitely should have called me!” He groaned with a frown, hating that you were feeling so saddened but hadn’t been in contact to let him know.
You could only sigh. “You were working, I’d be too much of a bother.” You swayed on your feet as you waited for him out in the hallway leading to your room. You just wanted to be close to him now; wanting absolutely nothing more than his soothing words and body heat. He finally nudged open the door with his elbow, now dressed in tracksuit pants and a plain white t-shirt that was looser than anything else he owned.
“Come here baby,” He cooed and looked at you with softened eyes, reaching down to sweep you into his arms almost effortlessly. You wrapped your own arms around your husband tightly as he brought you back to the comfort of the couch, pressing his lips to your hair to remind you that he was home safe and sound.
“Tell me all about it.”
You sighed a rickety sigh, feeling even more tears swell from nowhere at the feeling of immense joy you now felt.
“Shit day, just all round shitness,” You murmured as you settled comfortably into his lap. His fingers swept some of your hair away and then moved to run through the tresses, making you smile and lean into the inviting pressure.
“Hmm, what was the first thing,” Jimin prompted, wanting you to let it all out to him while also being curious as to what had caused such emotional trauma. You revelled in the softness of his voice and moved your own hands to touch his face. He thought it was cute, but you believed the resulting smile he flashed your way was the most adorable thing to exist on this planet.
“The windowsill, for one,” You finally muttered, breaking off into a chuckle.
“Oh, whoops. I keep forgetting.” He clicked his tongue, a rumble of a growl sounding deep within his chest. You chuckled again and couldn’t help but nuzzle your face affectionately into his neck.
“It’s not your fault, I was gonna call up about it ages ago.”
His fingers continued to comb through your hair as he hummed for you to continue. Your tears had stopped altogether as you synced your breathing with his, feeling secured by the feeling of his rhythmic heartbeat underneath your moving hand.
“Met up with (F/n), but I looked like shit and felt like shit too. Oh yeah, coffee machine broke before that as well.”
“Wow, double whammy.”
You snorted and tried to push down your feelings of endearment to continue solemnly. “She’s moving away with her husband, interstate.”
Jimin let out a low noise of understanding. Finally, he could wrap his head around why the combination of all these small and big events would cause you to fall apart at the seams. Now that he thought about it, it had been so long since he’d even seen you cry. Maybe you’d been bottling it up for months now, and he just hadn’t noticed.
Work causing me to be ignorant, again! I really need to start focusing on what’s important...
Jimin pushed the thoughts away as you continued with the adoption of a heavier tone, the warmth of your tears falling onto his shoulder suddenly. He ran a hand over the top of your head to comfort you, his own eyes watering at your outward display of frustration.
“I couldn’t bring myself to feel happy, I mean I was but she’s one of my only friends at work and I know I’ll feel a little lost without her there. The house sounds really nice from what she said too.”
Jimin felt your form stiffen as you sobbed lightly.
“Then what?” He prompted with a soft whisper, holding you closer and rubbing your arm to help calm you down.
“She t-talked about kids and stuff, I’m so fucking stupid but I couldn’t help thinking of the miscarriage. She knew too, she…she had to stop herself from speaking just so I wouldn’t break down. Jimin, I’m such a horrible friend, I really am…”
Jimin felt his own sorrow creeping up on him as you brought up something that had deeply affected you both. You comforted one another as you stopped to brood for a few minutes, the silence being as consoling as anything while you focused on the sound of his breathing. He cleared his throat, urging away the crackle in it to lighten the atmosphere.
“It’s alright, the world is full of people you’ll meet and keep close to you. Think of all the opportunity out there instead of seeing the loss. We can visit, no?”
You cracked a smile at his much needed optimism.
“Of course. Of course we can, love.”
He kissed your head again and you reached up to smooth your now softened hair out of your face and peripherals. You looked up at him with an absolute storm of adoration clouding your gaze.
“How about we stay in tonight and just cuddle here on the couch. I’ll get the TV working too,” He murmured, bringing his hands to cup your cheeks lovingly and letting his eyes curve slightly from the accompanying smile. You ruffled his thick ashy locks briefly before shifting in his lap and capturing his lips with your own gently.
“I love you so much, it hurts sometimes,” You sighed after pulling away, but he jerked to follow your lips a second after. You hummed in amusement as you moved to straddle him, trying to pour all of your gratefulness and appreciation into the kiss.
You disconnected but rested your foreheads together to lock eyes, your face scrunching slightly when he tickled your nose with his own.
“I love you too, but you already knew that,” He rasped, planting another tiny peck to your lips and letting it linger.
You couldn’t stop running your thumbs across the expanse of his wide cheeks, your noses still inches apart and warm breaths tickling each other’s lips in small puffs. It was as if neither of you ever wanted to move.
“Yeah, kinda,” You giggled while giving his cheeks the lightest of pinches.
“Kinda? I’ll give you kinda…” Jimin growled playfully and rolled you over to the other side of the couch, standing up straight and flexing out his shoulders while you shrieked with laughter.
“I’m sorry, I know!”
He chuckled cutely and leaned over to tickle you some more before showering you with more kisses. You let your face relax as you took in his warm gaze. You felt a little calmer and more serious after the small bout of liveliness you’d had.
“Sorry, I didn’t really ask about your day. Now that I’m done I can give you a massage while you tell me.”
Jimin let out a big breath and fixed his roughened hair, looking down at you with vaguely tired eyes that were still filled with appreciation.
“Massage sounds amazing love, but I need the toilet.”
“Okay, maybe the ice cream is back to normal. Get it on your way back?” You called out after him.
“Sure thing.”
You smiled softly to yourself as you thought about how much he had managed to cheer you up with one conversation. You did feel kind of selfish for unloading all your troubles onto him without seeming to give a shit about his day in return, but you promised you would make up for it as soon as he came back. You would help him turn his day around, just like he’d done for you.
In fact, the ice cream reminded you of this very moment. When it came down to it, something like this could never be irreversible. Even if you were a sad, melted puddle of emotions from the moment you woke up, you’d since been restored to your former glory by your saviour husband, your personal freezer. He kept you together when you needed it the most.
“AH!”
A muffled shout from the bathroom caused you to slap a hand to your mouth to stop the cackles from escaping.
“That’s a big motherfucker.”
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I meet my doppelganger by chance when I'm on my way back from therapy.
The clinic is in the middle of the city, so it's only about fifteen minutes away by bus and the buildings around it are relatively fancy. The waiting room is a mishmash of businesslike types who're clearly there because it's right next to their offices, and people like me who are broke and can't afford to pay full price for a doctor so we go to the doctors that bulk bill and try our best to get decent medical treatment out of it. The therapist there doesn't bulk bill, but if you get a doctor's referral she only charges $40 each for six sessions. We've discussed a recent diagnosis, but before I could really get into how it's been affecting me it's 11:30 and I'm gently ushered out of the hall. I hear her talking to her next patient as she leads them back through. I pay my $40 and I wish I had enough money to get food. I leave and head back through the city to the bus station. I can see someone walking up the path in my direction. I'm surprised how much he looks like me. He looks surprised too. He's several meters away by the time I realize that we're the same.
He's in a button-down and slacks. Under his expression of surprise is one of permanent stress and exhaustion etched into his face. What surprises me is that he's as big as I am, round-faced with thick limbs. I feel guilty for noticing it. I feel guilty for being that way. I can see on his face that he feels guilty, too.
Our paths aren't diverging. I have to go to the bus station. I want to go home. He's got a coffee in his hand and he looks like he wants to get back to work. With opposite paths we're being pulled together and my heart races with nerves as he draws near. People talk a lot about what you'd do if you met your doppelganger. They tend either towards fucking or killing them, with some gentler types noting that they'd hug and befriend that mirror of the self. The possibilities flash through my mind as the distance between us closes begrudgingly, but all of them make me want to throw up, even the thought of talking to him. I don't want to see this, I realize, don't want to meet his eye when he gets close enough for me to see the colour of them. He drops his gaze a second before I drop mine and we push our bodies to opposite extremes of the sidewalk, my shoulder almost grazing against storefronts in my urgent need to stay clear of him. I don't see what he does but I can tell he's doing it. I can see the wide-eyed panic on his face before it glazes over into dissociation. I can feel it on mine. I'm glad I couldn't afford food. I'm not sure I would've eaten it. I think it might have gotten tainted.
I take the bus home and I'm relieved when I reach the normalcy of my bedroom. The dishes on the drawers are as comforting as always. It's too hot to be under the blankets but I crawl under anyway and I don't know what to do and I can't sleep and I wonder if he sleeps better than me and I play a game on my phone until I'm distracted enough to breathe again. As soon as I stop, I wonder if his dad's in jail and how much he eats and why he doesn't seem like he's disabled and I'm suddenly enraged that there might be a version of me out there that actually got a fighting chance at life and my stupid phone game stops working for me so I get up to make some bread. An hour later I've convinced myself that it was just psychosis rearing its ugly head again, and I resolve to talk to my boyfriend about it and what it might mean, and within a week I'm pretty much okay. I don't book another appointment with that therapist. It was my fifth session anyway. I know I won't have another $40 next week. The electricity bill's coming in soon. You have to have priorities.
It gets worse after a month. The avoidance starts to spread. It's another patch of the sprawling capital that I can't go. First it's just the area straight up from the bus station into the main CBD. Then I figure he must go shopping often there if he has a fancy desk job, so I start avoiding the shops. He probably has the same taste as me, so I keep the same clothes I've always had and hope this coming summer isn't too hot. I get on the bus to visit a friend one day and the two-minute stop in the station makes my skin crawl. On the trip back home I feel like I'm burning alive. I resent him for taking the city away from me. I'm struggling to leave the house. I live so close to the city. It's too close for comfort. I buy a plane ticket.
My boyfriend is understanding. He lives in another country, so as long as I have a reliable internet connection he moves where I move. In the airport, I don't feel as excited as I feel like I should. All of my trauma is anchoring me here, and I'm relieved to be getting out, but I feel like a dog on a chain. Still, it's better than staying. The flight doesn't take long. I'm comfortable. It stops off in Sydney, then we fly over the strait and land in the Hobart airport. Everything goes smoothly. I get off the plane and go to baggage collection.
There's someone there dressed like me, and I swear to god if it's that fucking guy again I am going to be absolutely humiliated. I squint at him - he hasn't seen me, I think - and sure enough, it's me again. He's wearing a T-shirt and jeans. It's a stupid shirt with a picture of a wolf on it. I don't own it, but god, I wish I did. It rules. I'm completely miserable about it.
You can usually feel it when someone's watching you, and yeah, he feels it. He looks up from his phone and glances at me then does a double take, and it's incredibly embarrassing to see. I wonder if it's as embarrassing to see how shocked I am to see him. The chagrin on his face is making me want to scream. The baggage is moving so slowly. It's so slow. I rip my eyes from him and we pointedly avoid looking at each other while constantly shooting looks at each other to check if one of us has moved or done anything. I decide as soon as I see my baggage that this isn't going to work and I blow the rest of my savings on the soonest flight back to Perth that I can get. I ask my best friend if I can stay with them and they're confused but fine with it. I call my boyfriend and he's worried for me. I understand. Things are weird right now, but things with him are fine. I love him. I'm back home two days later and I sleep for 18 hours in my best friend's spare room. They live a little further out of the city. I'm comforted by that. I'm pretty sure my doppelganger is the kind of person to stay in Tasmania. Better prospects, I'd guess. That comforts me, too.
A year later, my boyfriend moves here to be with me, and we relocate about forty minutes north of the river. I don't know that my doppelganger thought I was going to stay in Tasmania and moved back here too, back to his career in architecture and what ends up being three dogs in his unit south of the river. We don't end up crossing paths. I don't need to go to the city anymore, and if I ever go further south than that, I'm always driving and I never happen to go exploring down there. I have everything I need. Several years pass.
I'm off to the shops. My husband is at work, and my freelance work isn't due for another week, so I figure I can have the day off. The small local supermarket that I grew up with has been converted into a gargantuan mall over the past thirty years. Whenever I walk through it I feel strange. The very middle of it is exactly the same; a heart of cream and turquoise with polished white linoleum floors. I remember how it echoed one Thursday night when I was fifteen and shopping for school shoes and I sang and yelled and laughed until I realized there were a few other stray shoppers and shut my mouth up very, very tight. It could never echo now. Even at 6am, the whole place is packed. I wouldn't come here, except that Lush has announced that one of my favourite soaps is being discontinued, and I want to go to the store here to stock up before it's gone forever.
I'm dismayed upon arrival to find that what once was a towering stack of yellow and gold marbled soap is now a nearly empty display. There's just one chunk of soap left, and it's relatively small. Probably won't last me more than a few months. My disappointment quickly makes way for relief as I dodge my way through swaths of excited teenagers to get into the store, making a beeline for the last of the soap. Hurrying and bumping people on my way, I finally get to the display. With a sigh of relief, I reach my hand out - but quickly draw it back as it brushes against the hand of another. He has a small white circle of a scar on his left thumb. I look up in alarm and my doppelganger stares astonished back at me.
We look at each other for a very long time. Some teenage hand winds between us and takes its prize. I'm starting to become aware of the looks the staff members are giving us. The doppelganger is, too. His eyes are grey. I've seen that look before, when I catch myself in the mirror when I don't expect it. The whites of my eyes shine back at me like glossy eggshells. Both of us are as terrified as each other. It doesn't make it better.
The intense anxiety of the outside eyes upon us breaks the spell, and in an instant the both of us are marching shakily out of the store and in opposite directions. I'm heading out to my car. I don't know where he's going. I don't want to. All I know, all that can calm me right now, is that I could tell from his expression that this was not where he usually conducted his shopping trips. I knew what he'd wanted was the same as me. I wonder if his dad is dead. I leave the mall empty-handed.
I don't go to there anymore.
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The Padackles Link-Chapter 34
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I hold my breath as I watch her look at me and then glance down at my stomach. I lay a hand over my belly protectively, shielding my sons.
“You whore!” Danneel seethes. “You fucking whore! You are nothing but a bitch. I felt sorry for you! I had your back, I became your friend. I believed your sob story! And you repay me by sleeping with my husband?” Tears are streaming down her face as she keeps berating me, stepping closer and closer. I step away until a table stops my descent. I just stand there until she is right in my face. “I hope you’re miserable. I hope he leaves you for the next slut that comes along. You’ve stolen everything from me! I didn’t even know Jay was home until he showed up to see his daughter this morning. He was mine! He has been mine for 8 years. And then you come along and ruin it.”
“Danni, I didn’t mean to--”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses! I don’t want to hear how you were lonely because your husband died, if there really was a husband to begin with.”
“There was!” Now, tears are running down my face. “Chad did exist!”
“Yea, well I wonder what he would think of you now. Pregnant by a married man! Stealing that man from not only his wife, but his own daughter! You couldn’t just leave well enough alone, could you? You were so jealous of me, you had to take the one good thing going for me.”
“I’m not jealous of you Danni! I wouldn’t want to be like you,” I try to hold in my anger but fail. “How dare you come in here and accuse me of ruining your marriage, taking Jay from you. It was only a matter of time before he left you once he discovered the truth! I don’t need a paternity test when my sons are born. I know who their father is! I didn't sleep with every Tom, Dick, and Harry while on the job like you, so how dare you call me a slut."
“Sons?!” Danneel says, shocked. “You’re having twins?”
“Yes,” I say, frankly. “I am giving Jay two sons. JJ is gonna have two brothers. “
Danneel huffs and turns to walk toward the door. She stops before she exits and looks directly at me. Tears still running down her face, mascara making faint black lines down her cheeks. “Well, we’ll see about that!” And then she pushes the door open and leaves.
I barely make it to a chair before I sit down and let the anguish and sorrow take hold. I lay my arms on the the table and put my head on them and cry. Loud, powerful sobs wreak through me and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and through the tears see Naomi standing there, frowning down at me.
“Drea, go home. Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off. I’ll call Josie and she can cover for you.”
“But--”
“No buts. Now go, get out of here.”
She shoos me toward the employee room where I grab my purse and turn to leave. Naomi is standing there and I walk to her and hug her. “Thank you Naomi.” I could feel tears begin to prick my eyelids.
“None of that now,” Naomi tells me. “You go home to your man and his daughter and just forget what she said. Enjoy the time together and don’t stress. Josie can come in fill in for a few days. Just relax, you hear me?”
“Yes Aunt Naomi.”
“Cool Aunt Naomi,” she says with a smile as she ushers me out the door.
It doesn’t take me long to get to my apartment and as I am climbing the outside stairs I start hearing raised voices.
“You can’t do that!”
“Oh really? You can bet your ass I can!”
I quickly recognize the voices as Jay’s and Danni’s and as I turn the corner, I see that they are standing outside my apartment door arguing. I step back and listen, not really ready to be verbally assaulted again.
“I have done nothing wrong here,” Jay continues. “I’m not the one who ruined our marriage by sleeping around.”
“You think that’s what ruined it? Because I’ve been fucking co-stars longer than I’ve been with you. I mean, you should’ve known that. I fucked you two weeks after we started working together! It was supposed to just be a way to pass time while filming. You weren’t even the only one I screwed either.”
“What?! Let me guess, I was just supposed to be a quick fling until filming was done? I was just stupid enough to fall in love with you. Who else were you fucking?”
Danni scoffs and then squares her shoulders. “You think those scenes wouldn’t lead to something else? Hell while you were filming, I was riding Sean’s dick.”
“Get out of my sight before I do something I’m going to regret!”
“Not without my daughter!”
“You can have her back after I spend the day with her.”
“No, I’m taking her now,” Dani yelled and pushed past Jay to get to the door of my apartment. Jay grabbed her by the arm and jerked her back.
“You will get her back after I spend the day with her. Now leave!”
Danni turns on her heel and walks toward where I am hiding. She catches a glimpse of me and smirked. She turned back to Jay and said, “Enjoy today because you won’t see her again. Oh, and congratulations on the sons with the whore.”
She stalks past me and out of sight. I step around the corner to see Jay with his head in his hands and leaning against the wall, his shoulders shaking with sobs. I run to him and pull him into a hug.
JJ’s cries come through the cracked door of my apartment and Jay releases me to go get her.
“No,” I tell him. “You go calm down. Drink some water or something. I got her. She doesn’t need to see you like this.”
On the last day of Jensen’s visit, he gets the call that our bid for the house has been accepted and we celebrate by a cookout at the Padalecki home. The agent had informed Jensen that with all the legalities and paperwork, it could be up to two months before we can actually begin moving in but that doesn’t stop us from rejoicing our first official purchase as a couple.
Plans of Genevieve helping me load up my apartment while the guys are in Vancouver filming are discussed and Gen seems excited to get to spend time with me, helping to pack and offering to store whatever needs to be stored until the move. It is also brought to light, by Jay of course, that I would not be allowed to pack up or pick up anything heavy while growing his sons. Of course we all laugh at him and I assure him that I will not do any strenuous lifting.
Leaving the Padalecki’s, Jay and I head back to the apartment, talking about how we were going to decorate and mostly the boys’ nurseries. Luckily we both have the same idea of giving each boy their own room.
It’s still early when we got back and we both are still wide awake and excited about the house. As soon as the apartment door closes, Jay pulls me to him and kisses me passionately.
“Now, let’s have a little celebration of our own,” he mumbles against my lips.
“What did you have in mind?” I tease as I wrap my arms around his neck.
His arms tighten around my waist and he nuzzles against my shoulder before whispering in my ear, “Let’s go to bed and I’ll show you.”
If he hadn’t had such a good hold on me, I would have crumbled because my knees go weak and the throb in my core takes over.
“Take me to bed Mr. Ackles and have your way with me.”
“Gladly,” Jay says, smiling as he walks me toward the bedroom.
A week has passed since Jay and Jared left and went back to Vancouver to continue filming. I joined Gen as she trekked through their neighborhood with Tom and Shep trick-or-treating. Watching the boys run up the the door and knocking and yelling “Trick or Treat” as soon as the door opens made me imagine in a few years when it would be me with my sons, taking them out and getting their fill of candy and sweets. I smile as Tom runs back to his Mama and I, Shep following close behind, to show us his newest acquisition.
“So, twins huh?” Gen asks as we walk toward the next house.
“Yea two boys,” I chuckle as I answer her.
“God, I bet Jay was stunned!”
“That’s an understatement!” I laugh. “He didn’t say anything for like five minutes. I was almost scared that he was gonna pass out.”
Gen joins me in laughing as Tom and Shep take off up the sidewalk to a couple sitting on their front stoop. Gen raises her hand and waves at the man and woman and they return the greeting then shift their attention to the Ninja Turtles in front of them.
“It’s nice to know your neighbors,” I tell her watching the older people interact with the boys.
“That’s Mr. and Mrs. Price. They were the first ones to welcome us to the cul-de-sac when we moved in. Mrs. Price knitted a blanket for the boys when they were born. They were gorgeous!”
As soon as I got back from the Padalecki’s, I ran a tub of water to ease my aching back. Walking for two miles with two excited little boys while almost four months pregnant with twins was probably no the best idea. My back was spasming and it was causing pains in my groin. I put it off as normal pregnancy symptoms, my body adjusting to carrying two babies and preparing itself for labor and delivery. Although it was kind of early for that, maybe it was just because there were two in there instead of one.
The cool fall air swirls around as I was toward the Homestead for my shift. Although Texas is known for its sweltering temperatures, what most people don't know is when there is a chill in the air the scorching temps actually can get pretty frigid.
I wrap my cardigan sweater tighter around my body and reach for the door to the diner. As soon as my hand touch the metal handle, a quick stabbing pain in my core takes my breath away and my knees weak. If I didn't have such a good hold on the door I would have been on the ground.
Naomi sees me gripping my stomach and rushes to open the door. She helps me get to the nearest chair and sit.
“Drea, what's wrong honey?”
“I don't know,” I tell her through gritted teeth. “I reached for the door and a sharp cramp hit me.”
“Okay, well you just rest here. I'll bring your tea and your favorite jelly croissant. “
“Okay. Thanks.”
After drinking Mack’s secret pregnancy tea and eating my breakfast, I start feeling better and the pain has turned into a dull ache. And as long as I don't pay attention to it, it almost disappears. I'm enjoying talking to Mike and Joyce, the married paramedics that are regulars at the diner and have become good friends, when the pain returns.
I double over in agony, gripping to bottom of my protruding bump. The pain seems to originate in that area and emit to my core and my back. Joyce jumps up and comes around the counter, placing her hands on my shoulders. She guides me to the nearest seat and helps me to sit. Mike takes my wrist and with two fingers begins checking my pulse.
“Her pulse is erratic. Let's get a pressure reading and an ECG,” Mike says calmly. I watch Joyce immediately dart outside to the back of their ambulance. In less than five minutes she has her equipment back inside and they are working together, getting me hooked up.
“Drea, on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is the pain?”
“Uh….7, 8 I guess?”
“And how long have you been having these episodes?”
“A few days. I don't know. I just shrugged it off as my body adjusting to being pregnant.”
“Is this episode the worse? Have you had pain like this before?” Joyce asks as Mike reads the monitor on his machine and write it down.
“Yes. This morning I had a sharp pain in my lower stomach but after eating, it kind of went away.”
“What do you mean, it kind of went away?” Mike asks, looking at me concerned.
“Like it was there but it wasn't. More like just background noise. As long as I didn't think about it, I forgot it was there. “
“Okay,” Mike says, patting my hand and smiling. “I think you need to be checked out, okay? Make sure those boys in there are being good and not giving Mom trouble already.”
“You think there's something wrong with my babies?” I asked, panicked.
“Drea, I'm going to be honest with you,” he tells me, keeping eye contact. “Your symptoms. Classic miscarriage symptoms.”
“No!! No, I can't lose them Mike,” I cry out, tears now streaming down my face and my hands come over my stomach as to protect them from harm.
“I know, honey. I know. Let's get you loaded up and checked out.”
“Okay.”
Naomi finishes pouring coffee for her customers, thankfully the older man and his wife are the only patrons in the diner at the time, and comes over to check on me.
“Drea, is there anyone you need me to call?” she asks and then glances to Mike and Joyce who are busy gathering up their equipment. Naomi leans closer and whispers, “Like Jensen?”
I profusely shake my head at her question but then I realize I don't want or need to go through this alone. If I am losing my sons, I need someone there.
“Call Gen. Her number is in my phone. Ask her to meet us at...hey Mike, where you taking me?”
“Seton Medical.”
I look up at the older woman, the co-worker who has not only become my friend bit my confidante. The fear and grief evident in her big brown eyes.
“Call Gen. Ask her to meet at Seton Medical as soon as she can, please!”
“Sure. Sure, I'll do that right now,” she says as she wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple.
Joyce helps me onto the gurney and she and Mike maneuvers the stretcher through the tables and out the door.
At the hospital I was registered and checked in with no problems. The attending physician sees me immediately and after asking a few question questions and looking over Mike's notes, calls for more testing and a ultrasound to check on the boys.
An hour later Gen finds me in my room, sobbing and laying in the bed, curled into myself holding my bump.
“Sweetie, I'm here. I'm here,” she comforts, rubbing her hand down my back. I continue to cry until my whole body aches. How could this happen? Why me?
I turn over into Gen’s embrace. She squeezes her petite arms around me tightly. “Shhhh, baby. It's okay. It's alright.”
“No, “ I sob. “It's not alright! How is it alright? Oh god Gen. Jay doesn't know. How do I tell him?” I don't know how she understood me through my sobs and gasps for breath but she did. She hugged me closer to her and coo3d comforting words.
Once I settled down I pulled from her arms and laid back down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Do you want to call him?” she asked timidly.
“No,” I answered, shaking my head. “This isn't something you say over the phone. I'll just wait until the holiday hiatus and tell him. Face to face.”
I didn't see it but she grimaced at my logic and shook her head. She wasn't going to let me do that to Jay or to myself. She knew I needed him and he was going to need me.
Genevieve’s P.O.V
I watches as Drea drifts off to sleep and pull my phone out, dialing the number I have had memorized for years. As soon as the call is answered, I tell him, “Jay, you need to come home.”
Chapter 35
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