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Steph's Crew - Part 19: A Special Connection

Intro:

And we're back!

I've actually mentioned this part in previous posts… this is the part of the story that came out of nowhere! But I decided to keep it in. Added some much-needed tension (and it leads to some fun callbacks/references in future instalments). And it gives a lot of interesting development to Stephanie and Bret, exploring their relationship/dynamic in a way that hasn't really been done before.

It is kind of bad, though. Like, morally. These two do something that's not so great… (I mean, they're rebels. So they're always causing trouble. But this is a different kind of mistake if you know what I mean.)

We're going to get some follow-up on where the last part ended off... brace yourselves for that lol. It's a doozy.

The start of a friendship (Flashback to last academic year)

(It's lunchtime. The library is bustling with students sitting together and studying. Stephanie is sitting alone at the only free table remaining, engrossed in a textbook. Bret walks in, scanning the room for an empty seat. He notices the only available spot is at Stephanie's table. He hesitates for a moment, then reluctantly approaches the table. Stephanie looks up and smiles at him)

Stephanie: (sincerely) Hey! You want a seat? You're more than welcome to join me.

Bret: (hesitates, but eventually smiles back) I guess. Thanks. (sits down next to her)

Stephanie: You're welcome! (pauses) So…

Bret: So.

(There’s an awkward silence. Bret glances at her textbook with mild interest)

Bret: You’re reading.

Stephanie: Astute observation.

Bret: That’s crazy. I never saw you as the reading type.

Stephanie: (rolls her eyes) Oh, shut up, you.

Bret: What's the book about?

Stephanie: Oh, it’s about psychology. It’s Elise’s, she let me borrow it when I told her that I'm really into understanding human behaviour and how the mind works.

Bret: Are you actually into that crap?

Stephanie: To be honest, no. I was just looking for a conversation starter. But I may start to properly get into it… this book is fascinating AF.

Bret: (laughs) Fair enough. (confused) El doesn’t take Psychology, though. How does she have textbooks on it?

Stephanie: Yeah, she told me that she just studies it for fun.

Bret: Ah. Figures.

Stephanie: (puts the book down) So, tell me about you. Are you interested in psychology? Or anything, for that matter?

Bret: Hmmm. Well, I've never really been into psychology. Sounds like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to me. I feel like people are just mentally messed up, that's all.

Stephanie: Well, not everyone can appreciate the wonders of the human mind. But you never know, maybe one day you'll find something in psychology that piques your interest.

Bret: I highly doubt that, but I'll keep an open mind, just for you. Since you’re new and all.

Stephanie: Why, thank you very much!

Bret: How has your first week been?

Stephanie: Much better than most of my first weeks at new schools. I think I'm going to like it here a lot. Could've done with a little less attitude from you, though… just saying.

Bret: It's all just part of my charm, Steph. You'll get used to it.

Stephanie: (laughs) You know, I sense that underneath your laid-back exterior, there’s a hidden deep and intellectual side just waiting to be discovered.

Bret: Well, you really shouldn't get your hopes up too high, Stephanie. You get easily disappointed that way.

Stephanie: I doubt that, Bret. I believe that everyone has potential.

Bret: You're beginning to sound a lot like El, you know.

Stephanie: Well, she's right. She's pretty great, you know. I've only known her for a week and I already love her so much.

Bret: Yeah, she's an amazing friend. I'm really lucky to have someone like her.

Stephanie: Yeah. (pauses) But she makes a good point, you know. Everyone has potential. Even you. You just need to believe that.

(The two smile at each other, sharing a moment of connection. A spark of curiosity and possibility flashes through the air. Little did they know, this encounter would be the start of a complicated but transformative friendship)

Stephanie: And besides, your best friend is a total brainiac. She’d be happy to help get you interested in more academic and creative pursuits.

Bret: (laughs) Really? I don’t think El has the time to waste on hopeless causes such as those. But who knows?

Drunk, lonely, miserable losers

(Stephanie is chilling at home alone in the evening. She's sitting on her sofa and finishing off some homework. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. She heads to the door and opens it, seeing Bret. He looks stressed out about something)

Stephanie: Bret?

Bret: Hey, Steph. Nobody else is here, right?

Stephanie: Uh, no. Why?

Bret: Cool. (immediately walks in and heads into the living room. Stephanie follows after)

Stephanie: Bret, are you okay? Also, where’s Elise? Lately, you two never seem to be apart.

Bret: We're going through a weird thing right now.

Stephanie: Define "weird."

Bret: We kind of had an argument.

Stephanie: What?! Why?!

Bret: Because I lashed out at my aunt right in front of her. She came over ours and she had to witness a whole screaming match.

Stephanie: Damn, bro. That's a lot.

Bret: (sighs) Yeah.

Stephanie: Aw, poor El. (pauses) Why did you fight with your aunt, Bret?

Bret: It was about Gordon.

Stephanie: Gordon? Your uncle Gordon? The one with the radio show?

Bret: (voice laced with bitterness) Yeah. Him.

Stephanie: Oh, I used to listen to him all the time! He's so funny, oh my gosh… (trails off when she notices how angry and upset Bret is) Ahem. Sorry. What seems to be the problem with Gordon? Why are you fighting with your aunt about him?

Bret: Well, for starters, he's the same prick who threw that damn party, the one my parents were driving to when… when they died.

Stephanie: Yeesh… (pauses, then proceeds gently) Ok. So, what exactly happened with you and Elise? I mean, does she even know you're here right now?

(Bret looks away, unable to answer, and instead takes a step forward)

Stephanie: I'll take that as a "no."

Bret: No one knows. (pauses) Here's the thing - both me and Aunt Rach hate Gordon, for different reasons. I guess I was just angry that she was kind of invalidating my feelings towards him. I tried explaining that to El, but she just… she doesn't get it. Nobody does.

Stephanie: I- um… Ok. But you guys are going to be ok, right? Like, you're still together? You're not broken up?

Bret: Well, no. But we haven't spoken since it happened that night. And now, I'm all confused. I have no frigging clue what to do with myself. Normally when I get like this, I go talk to El about it, but I have no clue how to talk to her about this.

Stephanie: (trying to get him to leave) I think you should just go to her now. Have a proper conversation about this with her as soon as possible. I mean, you can't avoid this forever, man. And Elise really loves you! She cares about you so much, I'm sure she'll understand-

Bret: That's just it, though. She cares so much. You know how she's like… It's like all everybody else's problems are her problems. And I have so many problems! I don't want to be a burden on her. Not like how I was before… you know, like back when I broke her favourite vase last term and almost ruined our friendship. And other stuff like that. I don't want to stress her out with all the crazy shit that I have to deal with.

Stephanie: (sympathetically) Oh, Bret… come here (she hugs him)

Bret: (whispering) I feel stuck. And I can't really talk to my aunt, either, since we're still not exactly on speaking terms right now.

Stephanie: A bit grudgy still?

Bret: Yep. (sighs) I just didn't want to be alone right now.

(Stephanie nods, sensing his need for comfort)

Stephanie: Don't worry. You're not. I'm here for you, ok? You're more than welcome to stay. I've got beer in the fridge if you want any.

Bret: (smiles) Ah. You get me.

(Stephanie chuckles and the two stop hugging. Then, she walks to the kitchen, and Bret follows, taking a seat at the counter. She returns with two chilled bottles, handing one to Bret)

(20 MINUTES LATER - Stephanie and Bret are hanging out in the living room, sitting on the floor. They are clearly getting drunk, and there are beer bottles scattered around the room. They are just laughing and joking around about their problems)

Stephanie: Bro, why don't you just say you're sorry? You could literally solve all you're problems with your aunt by just manning up and being the bigger person in all this.

Bret: Look, look, it's a pride thing, alright? It's a matter of pride.

Stephanie: (giggling) Fair enough. And I mean, I'm one to talk. I'm like, never the bigger person. EVER.

Bret: It's overatted, Steph. Being petty is way more fun.

Stephanie: Amen to that.

(The two clink their bottles together)

Stephanie: (sighs) I had a pretty bad fight with Ben just last week.

Bret: Oh? Do tell.

Stephanie: I had a horrible nightmare about him cheating on me one night, and I interrogated him on the phone the next day.

(Bret starts laughing hysterically at this)

Stephanie: Yep. That's pretty much how Ben initially reacted as well. He was all like, "You know I'd never do that to you, Steph. Calm the fuck down, will you?"

Bret: Well, he WOULDN'T. You should know that by now.

Stephanie: I've prided myself in the past… on being a strong independent woman. Like, I've always seen myself as "THAT bitch." But as it turns out, I'm hella pathetic.

Bret: Oh, don't say that…

Stephanie: It's true! I'm like, super attatched to my man, bro. I can't live without him! I need him around! I've been all depressed and lonely since Ben left.

Bret: Well, long distance is tough, Steph. I bet Ben is finding it hard, too.

Stephanie: Lately I've been struggling a lot, you know? With Ben being so far away, it's hard to keep the relationship strong. I just miss him so much, it almost physically hurts.

(Bret's gaze softens, and he looks at Stephanie with genuine concern.)

Bret: I'm sorry. Genuinely can't imagine how difficult that must be for you, Steph. But you're strong, and you guys will make it work. I know you can.

(Stephanie forces a smile, appreciating his words)

Stephanie: Thanks.

(10 MINUTES LATER - They've changed topics back to Bret and his issues. Bret is still sitting on the floor, but Stephanie is now lying down on the sofa, her homework shoved underneath a cushion and completely forgotten about)

Stephanie: And what about you, Bret? It seems like you've been dealing with this whole thing in the wrongest way possible.

Bret: Right, 'cause you're such an expert at dealing personal issues. Weren't you the same girl that literally travelled to Austria in the middle of the school year just because she was depressed?

Stephanie: (laughs) Shut up! This isn't about me. Look, aren't there other people you could talk to about your problems? Like El? Why haven't you talked to El, again? I mean, don't you always talk to El about your shit?

Bret: Move. (stands up and tries to sit on the sofa. Stephanie adjusts herself so that there's space for him) I HAVE tried to talk to Elise about it. Once. And I've thought about going to her again and discuss it properly. Try and make things right.

Stephanie: Yeah. You really should! Properly.

Bret: I want to. But it hurts.

Stephanie: What do you mean?

Bret: Talking to anyone about Gorden just hurts SO much. I can't help but blame my uncle, even if it’s wrong or “unfair”, as aunt Rach puts it… and I don't want to burden her with all of this.

(Stephanie sits up and reaches out, gently placing her hand on Bret's)

Stephanie: Ok, but you don't have to keep things to yourself. I really do think you should talk to Elise. I know it's hard, but you can't let this tear your relationship apart.

Bret: I know.

Stephanie: El is my best friend. And you're her first real relationship, which is a huge deal, you know? I don't want you to hurt her.

Bret: I don't want to hurt her, either. I care about her a lot.

Stephanie: Don't be afraid of being vunerable. That's what relationships are all about. She deserves your honesty, Bret. And I doubt that there's anything that you could say or do that could make her stop loving you. I'm being serious. Like, aside from your aunt, I'd say she's probably your biggest supporter in the world. She cares so much. You just need to let her in.

Bret: You're right. I'll tell her. I should probably patch things up with my aunt first, though.

Stephanie: Yes! Make amends with Rachel and have a deep chat with El. That's the way to go. And don't forget that you have us, too. Dylan, Alice and me. We're your friends. We're all here for you too, whenever you need.

(Bret's fingers tighten around Stephanie's. Stephanie gives Bret's hand a supportive squeeze)

Bret: Thanks, Steph. For everything.

Stephanie: Anytime.

(Bret's eyes meet Stephanie's, and the two of them stare at each other in silence. Then, they start to lean in closer, their faces inches apart, until Bret abruptly stops)

Bret: Wait. What are we even doing right now?

(Stephanie gasps softly, her eyes widening in realisation)

Stephanie: I… I don't know. It just- you looked like you wanted to-

(Bret's expression shifts from confusion to shock, tears welling up in his eyes)

Bret: (whispering) I did.

Stephanie: (softly) Me too.

Bret: Oh my God. I’m the worst boyfriend ever…

Stephanie: Hey. It's ok…

(Stephanie's heart sinks, and she reaches out to give Bret a hug. He shrugs her off)

Bret: Stop!

Stephanie: Dude, it's ok. Shh. It’s going to be alright.

Bret: What are you talking about?! No it isn’t … Also, how can you be so calm right now, Steph?! You were about to cheat, too…

Stephanie: Yeah, but I didn’t. And neither did you. We’re not terrible people, Bret. We’re just drunk, lonely, miserable losers in need of some love and comfort right now. That’s all.

Bret: Oh my God… promise me you won't tell anyone about this?

Stephanie: I promise, Bret. This stays between us.

Bret: Ok.

(There's a long, awkward silence between them. Neither of them feel comfortable making eye contact)

Bret: I-I should go. Yeah. I'll go. Bye.

(Bret stands up and leaves the room. Stephanie's gaze follows him, but she stays seated and doesn't move)

What's going on? (Flashback to the fight earlier)

(Bret goes to his aunt's room, clutching Gordon's letter in his left hand. He knocks)

Rachel: Bret?

Bret: (bursts in) Hey. So, we need to talk. Right now.

Rachel: (organising her sewing kit) Ooookay. What's going on?

Bret: (confused) Wait, what are you doing?

Rachel: Oh, I've been trying to get back into crafts. I was about to make this! (shows Bret a picture of some basic sewing art - a pink love heart)

Bret: Oh. 'Kay. Moving on… I can't believe you'd do this!

Rachel: Uh… do what?

Bret: Talk to uncle Gordon! And then keep it from me!

Rachel: (surprised) What? What do you mean? Wh-where is this even coming from?

Bret: Well, for starters, I know about the letter.

Rachel: What letter?

Bret: This letter! (passes it to her) Man, this probably isn't even the only letter he's sent you. What, you guys are communicating through letters now?! This isn't the olden days! Email and texting are a thing, in case you didn't know-

Rachel: Honey, calm down. This is the first and only letter he's sent me.

Bret: Really?

Rachel: Yes!

Bret: Ok. (sighs) You're not going to write back, are you?

Rachel: (shakes her head) No. Of course not.

Bret: Good. We don't need his bullcrap. God, the nerve this guy has to just show up whenever he wants and bring a ton of confusion and chaos and hell..

Rachel: Well, we're going to be seeing a lot more of him from now on. He's moving back into the area.

Bret: Yeah. I know. Does he insist on just making life harder for-

Rachel: (interrupts) Wait, how did you know that? You didn't read the letter, did you?

Bret: (sits on the bed next to Rachel) What do you think?

Rachel: (hopefully) You didn't?

Bret: Come on, aunt Rach. Have you ever met me?

Rachel: YOU DID?!

Bret: Yeah. I was about to get into that-

Rachel: How could you?! That letter was meant for me to read, Bret! ME! You can't just disrespect a person's privacy like this.

Bret: Not even when the letter's about me? Because a lot of it was about me. And my mum and dad.

Rachel: Honey, I wouldn't read something that's addressed to you, so you shouldn't read something that's addressed to me!

Bret: That's kind of rich coming from you…

Rachel: What is that supposed to mean?

Bret: You used to read my journal!

Rachel: Alright, now that is just-

Bret: Don't even try to fucking deny it! I know you did!

Rachel: Ok, but it was back when you first moved in! Like, look at it this way - you were in this terrible state, you were all depressed, you're parents had just died and I was worried about you. You were clearly struggling! I actually thought you were going to like… hurt yourself, or something. I just wanted to know how you were doing, because you were clearly not willing to share anything with me yourself-

Bret: That's still invading a person's privacy, aunt Rach!

Rachel: I KNOW! I know. (sighs) I'm sorry.

Bret: It's ok. (pauses) I'm sorry, too.

Rachel: Oh, honey. Come here. (wraps an arm around him and pulls him into a warm hug)

Bret: Why is he even trying to reach out to us, anyway? What does he want with you? And why now? Why not before?

Rachel: I don't know, dear.

Bret: And why are you even letting this happen?

Rachel: What?!

Bret: Why are you giving him the time of day? Like, you took the time to actually read his letter instead of throwing it out immediately. He's your ex for a reason. When an ex tries to text me after ages of no contact, I block 'em.

Rachel: (chuckles) Well, I was married to this ex for 5 years. And before that, he was my boyfriend throughout most of high school, so it's slightly different for me.

Bret: Hmm. Still though…

Rachel: Hmmm. I do have a confession to make, though. This isn't the first time I've heard from him recently.

Bret: Wait… what?! (breaks the hug) But you said that he’s only sent you the one letter-

Rachel: Yes, that’s true. But that’s not all he’s done. He also came by the house not too long ago.

Bret: When?

Rachel: Like, last week? Friday. After you went to bed.

Bret: Oh my God…

(Elise is also upstairs while this conversation is taking place. She can hear the two argue, and part of her wants to go to the room and see what's going on. But the other part of her wants to leave. She quietly makes her way to the stairs and tries to sneak down them as quickly as possible… but just as she reaches the bottom, Rachel's door opens and both she and Bret are leaving her room and going downstairs themselves. She rushes to hide in the living room)

Bret: (coming down the stairs) What the actual fuck is wrong with the both of you?!

Rachel: (following after him) Bret, will you just settle down?

Bret: No! I will not "settle down," aunt Rach. This is getting out of hand!

Rachel: Nothing bad is going to happen!

Bret: Won't it?!

Rachel: No! I'll make sure of it.

Bret: (sarcastically) Wow. That's so very reasurring, aunt Rach. Thanks a lot for that.

Rachel: Oh my God!

(They get to the bottom of the stairs and Bret turns to face Rachel)

Bret: Every damn time… EVERY TIME he's here, something goes wrong. He has to ruin our lives somehow. And the thing is, things have already gotten so bad this past year that I don't know what he can do to ruin it more. Like, I've already lost pretty much everything! What now?! What the hell could he possibly want now?! I don't know whether to be annoyed or afraid or-

Rachel: Ok, why do you hate your uncle so much anyway? Like, can we talk about that for a sec? Honey, you do know that it isn't Gordon's fault that your parents died, right? You can't blame him for such a tragedy. It's not fair!

Bret: You know what isn't fair, aunt Rach? The fact that-

(Elise's phone chimes with a text message from Alice letting her know that she and Dylan are on the way. Bret and Rachel hear the noise, and it distracts them from the conversation. Elise sighs. She hates that she’s been caught)

Rachel: Damn it. Forgot we had company.

Bret: El?

Elise: (comes out of the living room and joins them in the corridor) Yeah?

On the balcony

(Stephanie is pacing around the apartment, in kind of a shocked, hazy state after that intense moment a few minutes ago. She stops upon noticing that Bret is still there, smoking on the balcony overlooking the city of London late at night. She takes a deep breath before approaching him, recollecting herself and thinking about what she needs to say to him)

Stephanie: (opens the glass door leading to the balcony) Ah, you've found my thinking spot.

Bret: (lets out a breath full of smoke) What?

Stephanie: After Ben left, for the first few weeks I'd go to that corner of the balcony - that one, where you're standing right now - and I'd just sit there and think. And simply stare into space. Sometimes for hours.

Bret: Wow.

Stephanie: Mhm. Still do, sometimes.

(Bret gives Stephanie a cigarette. She starts smoking it)

Bret: I still can't believe I almost did that, you know? I suck. I cannot believe how much I suck.

Stephanie: Look, Bret-

Bret: I should've known dating El was a bad idea.

Stephanie: What?

Bret: I mean, it was only a matter of time before I wrecked it somehow. That's all I ever do, after all…

Stephanie: No, no. Don't do that. Look, what happened back there was wrong. I know. I'm not feeling particularly great about it myself, either. I mean, I love Elise so much. And I'm in love with Ben. If we actually went through with that, then we'd be hurting two of the people that mean the most to me in the whole world. This whole thing was a huge mistake. But the thing is, that happens. People make mistakes. It doesn't change the way we feel about the people we truly love. Like, when you enter a serious relationship, you'll have moments where you'll get scared that you'll mess things up. And you'll have moments where you'll find yourself attracted to other people, too. Lord knows I have… But that doesn't necessarily mean that you are making a mistake with the person you're with. It doesn't mean that you shouldn't be with them or anything like that. I know that I'm way more into Ben than I'll ever be into you.

Bret: Well, that feels nice.

(They laugh for a moment)

Stephanie: No but you get what I mean. I love Ben. I want to be with him, and I know that completely. I don't even know why I tried to kiss you. I guess I've been alone for so long, and I've just missed it. That feeling of connecting with a person. I miss him holding me, and giving me comfort and advice when I'm down. And tonight has kind of been the closest thing I've had to that in a long while. And even now, I'm looking at you, and talking to you, and I know that he's not here, but it's like I'm seeing him in my head right now. You're like, filling the empty void where he used to be for me.

Bret: My God, you're drunk.

Stephanie: Yeah…

(They laugh some more)

Stephanie: I don't know if I'm explaining myself all that well. But my point is, the fact that you had a weird little moment with me doesn't mean that things are completely wrecked between you and Elise. I mean, be serious - do you actually like me like that?

Bret: (pauses, deep in thought) What, like in the "I really fancy you" sense? Or the "I think you're fit" sense? Or both?

Stephanie: Any. I don't mind. Like, if you were to rank me on a scale of 1 to 10?

Bret: Right now, a solid 8.5.

Stephanie: (flattered) Wow. Well. I'll take that!

Bret: But honestly, up to 9 or even 10 on a good day. I mean, you're hella cute.

Stephanie: (flicks back hair in a sassy manner) Why, thank you very much.

Bret: I do think you're attractive. Most guys at school do, I bet. But I've never liked you in an "I want to date you" kind of way. Partially because you already have a boyfriend, but also because - and I mean this in the nicest way possible - you're not really my type.

Stephanie: (pretends to be offended) Ugh! How dare you.

Bret: (laughs) No offence. And I mean… El isn't the usual type of girl I'd go for either. Like, she's different from other girls I've been with in the past. But I don't know… I've never felt the way I feel about her before with anyone else. Things with her are different, you know? Special.

Stephanie: (smiles) Awwww.

Bret: What?

Stephanie: (playfully) You wuv your girlfwiend…

Bret: Oh, shut up Steph. (pauses) But yeah. (blushes) I think I might. I don't know, though. I mean, it hasn't been all that long. And I don't think I've ever been in love before.

Stephanie: (nods) I think you're in the early stages of falling in love, bro. I remember what that was like…

Bret: What, with Ben?

Stephanie: No, with Danny Davids. My ex from when I used to live in Birmingham. He was my first real boyfriend. The first person I ever fell in love with. But I digress. See what I mean, though. I'm not into you. You're not into me. We just got a bit lost for a minute there. Doesn't mean we can't bring ourselves back.

Bret: I guess. (pauses) I'm sorry. If I made things weird just now.

Stephanie: I'm sorry, too. But oh well. What's a little bit of weirdness between friends, eh?

Bret: Thanks for being so chill.

Stephanie: I try my best, Bret. I try my best.

(The two break eye contact to take in the view of the city and the lights from the balcony. Even amidst the awkwardness of their previous moment of tension, there is still a genuine understanding and connection between the two friends. They take comfort in the fact that as long as they have each other, and they try their hardest, things can get better for the both of them)

And I think I'll end it here haha.

I'm actually so curious as to how people are going to react to this one lol. Especially if you've been following this series from the beginning. Bet you didn't see this one coming!

Steph and Bret have a moment of unexpected chemistry after spending an evening together and getting really, really drunk. How do we feel about this development? Happy? Sad? Angry? Don't blame anyone for being mad, tbh... I'm kind of mad myself, and I freaking wrote this... I'd get into my feelings on it in more detail, but we'd be here all day if I did, so let's try and move on lol.

Next time, Steph is going back to school, and we get to see the rest of the gang as well - including Elise. We'll get to see her perspective and her feelings regarding the whole Rachel, Bret and Gordon fiasco, which is the most important thing. And we'll see the crew getting all set and ready for prom! Can't wait to share the prom parts, they were a total delight to write (and I hope they'll be a delight to read as well)!

Finally, I think I'll give myself some props for mentioning this plot twist in previous posts without fully giving the twist away (apart from a few people. Like my sister. And people on my Discord server lol... which is only two people so far, so I don't think it really counts as "spoiling" anything. Especially since I didn't name any names on there when I talked about this plot point).

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blackjackkent · 20 days

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OK. So I think Rakha's finished with everything in the mountain pass area, having shattered Lae'zel's faith, obliterated a priceless piece of Lathandran architecture, made an enemy of the entire gith race, inadvertently set Gale on a suicide mission, and adopted an owlbear.

The really funny thing is that almost none of this chaos can be blamed particularly on her murder urge brain. (Except the monastery I guess.)

The overall plan is to head for the Underdark next but we do have some things to clean up in the initial map first - particularly killing the Paladins of Tyr for Karlach. This has been high on Rakha's to-do list right from the moment she heard about it, because Karlach said, "hey, want to kill some people for me?" and Rakha was like "Boy, do I!" (Except she's Rakha so she just said "Yes" in a grumbly sort of way.)

So we'll do that first!

Karlach and Lae'zel have a banter as we make our way up the hill covered in dead gnolls, towards the building that the Paladins are using for their headquarters:

This banter definitely carries a different ring when they're traveling with Rakha. Both of them are definitely commenting on this while side-eyeing Rakha and trying to gauge if she's about to go off the deep end because of the blood smell.

She isn't, but she definitely does smell it and it's definitely got the beast urge in her head keyed up. For the moment, though, she's satisfied with the anticipation of killing these people who have been chasing Karlach.

I seem to recall that with Hector, I did a weird sneaky thing coming in from a top floor window of this building. Rakha, however, stalks right in through the front door like she owns the place. Immediately, they're greeted by a man in chainmail bearing a greatsword and a haggard expression:

"Please - no more!" he cries, his eyes widening dramatically as he looks past Rakha to Karlach standing behind her. "Leave us in peace and we shall leave you in kind!"

Karlach rolls her eyes. "Cut the crap, Anders," she snaps disdainfully. "I know what you are."

The man swallows nervously. "Don't let her hurt us. Please - we just want to go home!"

Rakha is already halfway to bursting out in violence and was before she came in the door. It's only Wyll's presence at her elbow that makes her take even a moment to consider the possibility of these people's innocence.

[INSIGHT] Assess his posture, his eyes. Is he telling the truth?

Narrator: There's something in the squint of his eye. You suspect he's lying.

"Enough of this charade," she says flatly. With a smooth motion she pulls both quarterstaves from her back. "I know who you really are."

The man flinches, his eyes narrowing. Then he smirks disdainfully. "Enough. Enough - I'll not play pretend anymore. Karlach... you're going home in pieces if needs must. And you--" He flicks his eyes to Rakha, looking her over, then spits on the ground at her feet. "You'll soon learn what it means to ally yourself with the likes of this garbage."

Rakha's jaw sets and the beast flares eagerly in her head. Kill. Make him pay. He would tear us apart. Show him pain. Show him death.

And it is not just the beast, either. As when Mizora invaded their camp - this is her own anger as well, roused on Karlach's behalf. Karlach is one of them, one of the only people Rakha has reason to know or trust. This man threatens her. And Rakha, not just the beast urge within her, wants him dead.

She feels the temperature around her spike up a few degrees. Karlach has stepped forward next to her, and the low hum of her engine heart has escalated to an unsettling, angry whir. Her eyes are narrowed in a mixture of rage and fear that Rakha has never seen in her expression before.

"Avernus was never my home," she snarls. "It was my prison. I'm free now."

Anders takes a step back and his cocky confidence flickers; a burst of flame surges up around Karlach's entire body as she screams into his face. "AND I'M NEVER GOING BACK!"

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge

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{I Can't Live Without You}- V (female) x Johnny Silverhand

"Man, that was fun Johnny, never in my life would I have ever agreed to something like that if it wasn't for you."

"Would you do it again?" Johnny curiously asked, downing a glass of whiskey.

"Na, not really, but I'm thinking about a new album" Kerry laughed, grabbing onto V's shoulder. "I wish you were here though....and...not in this chick's body."

"I like her Kerry, she's been there for me more than you think.....". "Oh and keep this, it's not like I'm going to be needing it in the afterlife."

"Woah.....okay thanks Johnny...." Kerry smiled, grabbing a hold of the original Johnny Silverhand guitar and running his fingers across the strings gently. "Wait a minute, go back, you said you liked her?" "Never took you to like a dirt girl from Heywood."

"Eh, I would've said the same thing back then but....she's different" Johnny chuckled, grabbing one of the pills and popping it.

"Argh!" V winced, gripping onto the table.

"So Johnny....oh....V right?" Kerry asked sadly, wishing Johnny was still here to talk to him.

"Yep, it's me, how was the concert, lot of people?"

"Yeah, there was a lot of people that came, they liked it." "Uh, well, I've gotta go, I'll see you next time V" Kerry smiled, getting up from the seat and carrying the guitar with him.

"Okay, guess he's got shit to do" V rolled her eyes, not understanding why Kerry didn't want to talk to her?

"Don't take it personal V, he's just thinking about a new album, so he wants to write it down quickly before he forgets it." "That...and....he isn't really into women" Johnny shrugged, appearing in front of V.

"Yeah, I can tell." "Wanna head back home?"

"Yes for gods sake, lets fucking go home" Johnny groaned.

"Alright Mr. grumpy head" V laughed, getting up and exiting the building, heading over to her Rayfield Caliburn.

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"Ah, finally" V hummed, entering her Megabuilding Apartment, and quickly jumping into bed. "Johnny?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm still here, don't get your panties in a knot" Johnny chuckled, leaning against the side of V's bed.

"Fuck....I'm so exhausted.....tomorrow I'm just gonna sleep in and order take out because I'm seriously beat as it is."

"Hmm" Johnny mumbled, glancing over to the side.

"What's wrong?" V asked, turning on her side and held her head up by the palm of her hand.

"Nothing, just thinking about...dumb shit."

"Is that dumb shit Kerry?"

"Maybe....I don't know" Johnny sighed, rubbing his eyes a bit.

"Come on, tell me" V edged him on, hoping that he would spill.

"It just feels strange being back, everyone that I knew has either changed or is extremely fucked up." "I feel-"

"Responsible for dying and leaving them all alone?" V intervened.

"Y-Yeah....feels like I am the one at fault for all this fucking crap.....Rogue.....Adam Smasher.....Kerry........ugh...." Johnny growled, lighting up a cigarette and beginning to smoke it.

"Hey.....you did all that you could....wanted to do something meaningful....even if it meant turning into a fucking terrorist but....at least they're living the best they can."

"Guess so" Johnny turned his head to face V, and then slowly approached her. "Scoot."

V smiled softly, moving back a bit on her bed, allowing for Johnny to lay down on the bed. "I honestly fucking hated you in the beginning but....but now I don't want you to leave" V whispered, extending out her hand and touching Johnny's holographic cheek.

Johnny chuckled, touching V's shoulder, causing her arm to move slightly, "Same here Valerie, and I'm starting to get used to your vagina and saggy tits."

"Oh you fucking asshole!" V laughed, continuing to stare deep into his eyes, Johnny doing the same; thinking of all the ways he could save her from dying and saving himself in order to still be with her; and not leave her all alone like he did to his friends.

#cyberpunk2077 v #johnny silverhand #love story

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supernatural s8e16 remember the titans (w. daniel loflin)

hint of leg, gasp

i've seen this painting before

why does this wackadoodle war room thing have a sink in it? other than give the ability to have dean walk in on sam hiding being sick

appreciate all the angles so we can set the extent of the set. she's fancy

DEAN So, no word from Cas, Kevin's taking his sweet little time, and you're acting cagey. We need a lead before I start climbing these walls.

scraping at the bottom of my brainpan to remember when we last saw cas and if we're reconciled or still mad

you're lookin extra pretty today, padalecki. i like the shorter side bang action

bird ate the liver ha ha so it is indeed gonna be a thing, okay

SAM Could be looking for a witch, yeah. You know what? He's parked here. He's safe. Maybe we should just get another room until we can figure this out. DEAN All right, but you're the one going full-cavity for the hex bag.

excuse me what

SAM Well, that's not – never mind. Um…We need to think. Dean, what do we know of that has Jason Bourne fighting skills, dies a lot, and has a history with violent women? DEAN I don't know – you?

all right that was pretty great. i'll take it!

before dean answered my thoughts were the old guard

first one because it's a pretty shot. second and third, dean with the death glare at the family

DEAN Okay, so who is this guy? SAM Best I can tell? Prometheus.

LOL okay. so *literally* prometheus

SAM I'm guessing Artemis, Zeus' daughter. She's been known to carry around weapons like that dagger. They're nasty. They'll kill Immortals dead.

need to add that one to the collection. this is silly

DEAN Wait. I'm sorry. You just discovered that you have a seven-year-old son, and you want to walk away?

jealous/projecting much

okay so i thought i knew her voice, she was in the replacements! big soft spot for football and football movies and this one doesn't age well (replacement players aka our heroes are scabs) however if you take that aspect away, it's sweet and funny and there was a line by gene hackman in it that was such a good visual for my perpetual anxiety

Jimmy McGinty: Like a duck on the pond. On the surface everything looks calm, but beneath the water those little feet are churning a mile a minute.

the replacements (2000) brooke langton as annabelle farrell

now i have soft feelings for this rando lady because of it lol

i really think being a fan of teen wolf was good preparation for these later seasons of supernatural. plot that makes me roll my eyes regularly, no problem. it's no ~75 year old computer behind a wall in someone's fancy lake house being the only thing keeping a hit list of supernatural creatures active

handy they had a magic trap for a god.

*nodding sagely* yes, longbow of diana, of course

SAM You know… I'm starting to think maybe I was being naive. DEAN What are you talking about? SAM When I said that I could just will myself into coming out of these trials unscathed. DEAN No, no, no. Stop with the sullen emo crap, all right? That's – you're not gonna die like Prometheus. SAM How do you know, Dean? Bobby, Rufus, now Prometheus – you think any of them chose death? No. The life chose for them. DEAN Yeah, well, you promised, okay? You promised to live a long, Clark Griswold life full of prostate exams and colonoscopies, all right? You're not welshing on that deal, not on my watch. If you die, it's gonna be because of something normal.

i don't understand the leap of logic to dying like prometheus but okay we're talking, that's always good. now would also be the time to say hey by the way i'm coughing up/spitting up blood

also dean, why don't you have to promise to live a long life (oh right because you won't)

DEAN Cas, you got your ears on? Listen, you know I am not one for praying, 'cause in my book it's... it's the same as begging. But this is about Sam, so I need you to hear me. We are going into this deal blind... and I don't know what's ahead or what it's gonna bring for Sam. Now, he's covering pretty good, but I know that he is hurting, and this one was supposed to be on me. So, for all that we've been through, I'm asking you... you keep a lookout for my little brother, okay? Where the hell are you, man?

💔okay so i'm glad dean is aware that sam's hiding that he's in pain/sick/whatever and just isn't pushing him on it. pullin out the little brother again so soon

(insert joke about dean begging here)

something about this mushy music has me feeling twilight or hunger games and i'm not sure which. ugh. bella's lullaby / rue's music (but that doesn't even have piano but it does have that plucked acoustic guitar like day before yesterday's s8e14 princess bride-esque music)

fucking fine, i listened to this again and the music is making me twitchy. why is it ringing this bell??? it's the little melody at the end around 30 seconds left. is it a theme used elsewhere in this show? is it just too similar to something else i'm thinking of? motherFUCKER. the score on this show is generally is such a nothingburger that it's in one ear and out the other for me.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 8x16 #andrew loflin #the replacements #spnhiky #hiky #brooke langton #spn musical score #spn mushy music

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Hail to the King, baby! Ohsama Sentai! Kingohger! ...or is it King Ohger? I'll tag it both just in case. It's a brand new Sentai, for a brand new tag!

"Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!"

I am immensely excited, so no more delaying.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Five Heroes, and their God.

-Well, the CG is certainly... better!

-I love the look of this planet.

-Tikyu, I believe? Might as well just call it Yarph.

-The Bugnarak are coming back!

-Pardon you?

-It's all very stylized and detailed, I appreciate that a lot.

-Shugoddam! A... very funny name, I hope it's not foreshadowing.

-Ahhhh, a festival~!

-I feel at home already.

-Lots and lotsa bug folk!

-A ceremony?

-The kings are comin'~!

-A whole roundtable, coming forth.

-Hello, you must be Lord Racules.

-I am honored to make your presence.

-This is Queen Himeno of Ishabana.

-Oh lord, that's so much shiny.

-I mean no offense, your majesty, but this is almost certainly going to be the most CG heavy Sentai season yet.

-Toufu! ...that might be the dumbest name for any of these kingdoms.

-Kaguragi Dybowski! ...I didn't realize Poland was a country Toei even knew existed.

-Ah yep, this one! Everyone was talking about them a hell of a lot.

-King and Chief Magistrate of Gokkan. Has so much GNC swag that it practically emanates off them.

-Thank you for this, Toei, seriously.

-Chief Justice Rita, I love you already.

-And of course Yanma-shachou. Cyberpunk himself.

-I might end up calling you Yanmega by accident, sorry in advance.

-Oh fuck, he lives in Peta, run my lord, they're gonna use your autism to lie about milk!

-Here they come. Royalty in a procession of CGI.

-Legendary Swords~!

-Considering how big and important it seems to be, I'm assuming Shugoddamn's also the center of the land's religion?

-That's pretty neat, kinda like the Theocracy of Allistel from Radiant Historia.

-Oh shit, real location!

-Sorry, I don't mean to harp on the CGI so much, it's honestly not bad at all, but goddamn.

-I suppose this was the blood price to pay for the demand of real suits for every ranger.

-Gira! King of Evil!

-Conquer the world!

-Oh come now Kogane-san, you gotta get into it!

-Oh fuck, taxes.

-Hmmm... I'm sensing a corrupt bureaucracy in our midst.

-Gira comin' in to commit a crime.

-Too cringe for Kogane-san.

-Yeah! Get fucked!

-Doing it for the people!

-Quite a good guy, this King of Evil.

-No more petty squabbles. Now is the time for unity.

-King Racles, offers is life for the people of the world.

-Oop.

-Seems like we've already broken down.

-"You need me. You need my power."

-Yeah, I don't trust you, Racles.

-Damn, Rita don't fuck around, do they?

-"I'm the top", yeah that's what they all say.

-Jururira?

-Sounds tasty.

-Oh fuck, here they come.

-The bad guy bugs!

-Big Daddy Desnarak.

-"Move out, my minions- I mean, my friends! Royal Arms!"

-Have to admit, the CG's at least growing on me a lot more than I expected it to.

-Kogane!

-Homegirl's dying!

-"The King... he'll protect us."

-...seems like that was an empty lie.

-Dickhead king.

-Jesus Christ, this man is heartless.

-"Once Emperor Desnarak's head rolls, Yanma Gust's and the people of N'Kosopa shall soon follow."

-Right, you're super evil.

-Hotdamn, Himeno's kicking serious ass.

-Everybody is, holy crap.

-Damn Toei, I see you.

-Hohohohohoho!

-Yanma's haxxor powers are no match for divine tradition.

-So that's why they pushed the whole King of Evil thing so hard.

-All the world shall be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies.

-Gira! Conquer the world in the name of God and people!

-Big Bug!

-"HOW!?"

-Qua God!

-March for the King of Evil, my friends!

-Royal Arms!

-Oooooooh, I love the amber

-You Are The King!

-Kuwagon! Let's fly!

-Oh my lord

-Okay, that's cool

-Shugod!

-Right out the gate! Time to combine!

-God has descended!

-Hot damn, I'm enjoying this a lot.

-Oh God, where did the Spider Shot come from

-"Insignificant worm! Bow before your King!"

-Yeah, this is gonna be a fun ride.

-Thank you, Kuwagon.

-The kings

-"Bring the traitor's head to me, minions!"

-Headed to N'Kosopa!

-Oh shit, ad read.

-OH FUCK ACE

-Ohhhhh, this is the SHT bumper.

-Sorry, the subs I usually find omit these.

-That's pretty sick.

-Love how he brought Big Sis Tsumuri with him, that's cute.

#ohsama sentai kingohger #king ohger spoilers #super sentai #ohsama sentai king-ohger #Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!

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werewolf-transgenderism · 1 year

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1,3,15 for the fic ask prompt!

1. A fic you bookmarked recently

the scenic route by izzyxhands

very sweet very cute smau where Ed is a shark conservationist!! it's got it all (transmasc Ed, autistic Stede, blåhaj) I devoured the whole thing in one sitting because it's just so sweet and also I fucking love sharks 🦈 and the author is also SO clearly passionate about sharks and conservation as well, it's lovely to read because the enthusiasm does shine through!

3. a fic that made you laugh out loud

ohhhhh the latest chapter of one more troubled soul by nervous_jester had this exchange that made me giggle:

“Sorry,” Stede says as his laughter bubbles away, “I suppose I’ll just sit here like a bloody sandwich for a bit.”

Ed snorts, half-heartedly rolls his eyes. He wants to say something smart back, something like ‘I’ve never wanted to kiss a sandwich before, I guess there’s a first time for everything’

also this is truly a wonderful post-canon fic, I love the way jams writes the characters (Fang is my favorite, he's so sweet and kind in this, also the Ed in here is so, so good), they're all so perfectly balanced with the comedy and the serious emotions and the general vibe of silliness that they all possess! it is such a lovely fic and the characterizations are just so spot on

15. a fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

oh you KNOW it has to be a love that won't sit still by gangnamstiles....

this series is the type of thing I wish existed as a physical book so I could highlight and underline and annotate the absolute crap out of it (as it stands I simply am confined to leaving ridiculously copious and lengthy comments, sorry adrian). when I came across it for the first time I was like ".... mafia au?? I guess I'll check it out" and then my brain chemistry was permanently altered by those silly little guys and the way all of adrian's writing is permeated by their whole vibe of hope and healing and resilience and love. scratches that little "hurt/comfort 100k+ words I want to cry and then have a bandaid placed gently on my heart" itch. very special to me, it's in the little list of fics that I go back to and reread frequently

#ty!!!! 💕#there was another answer I was considering for the last one because I've been rereading it every december for seven years now #anyway! these are all really excellent fics y'all should check them out!!

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Giveaway Prompt #1

Hello everyone!

I know it's been a while since the giveaway ended, but I only got the inspiration recently to work on some of the personalized prompts, and I didn't want to share anything that I'm unhappy with.

The prompt I received was: Patrick attempts to confess his feelings to Raven (his crush) but something interrupts him before he can.

So far, Raven only appears if you don't snoop on Lily when you visit the library, but I do want her to appear at least one more time in Chapter 4 during Roselyna's birthday. It's been a looong while since I last wrote from Patrick's POV, but I hope you all like it! 😊

"Huy, Theo!" Raven says, nudging me back to reality. "Blink twice if you can hear me."

C'mon, Patrick. That's like the third time you zoned out now, and I don't even know if I want her to get any ideas. With a sigh, I finally give her a lingering look, half-contemplating whether I should blink, and half-admiring her teasing smile.

She raises her eyebrows.

Crap. Nope, I can't do it when she's looking at me like that. And so I admit defeat. I let out a soft chuckle and blink twice. Quickly, not slowly—maybe I don't want her to get any ideas.

"What're you thinking about again, huh?"

You, I say. Or at least, the voice in my head does. But as much as I want to say that, I just can't bring myself to do it. "What, can't you guess?"

"Our science project? Your cousins…? Oh wait, that story you're writing! Yeah, yeah, don't think I've forgotten about it."

Not exactly, but I guess it is true in some ways. I just give her a smile and gaze across the library, absentmindedly tapping my pen as I enjoy the silence (with the occasional coughing in the distance) with her. It's not very often we get a vacant period with not much to do.

"Are you ever gonna let me read it?"

"I told you when it's finished," I say almost instinctively. "But… I'm kinda stuck on something." And that time, I say almost regrettably.

"Well, maybe I could help if you let me read it." Raven rolls her eyes and moves her seat a little closer. Maybe a little too close for comfort, and yet I can't help but lean closer ever so slightly. "Come on, it's not like I'd tell anyone else. You know I won't do that."

Except, that's not even the problem. There's no way I'd confess to her in the library. Nope nope nope. I close my eyes for a moment, and pretend to think hard—which I am! But for an entirely different reason. There's no way she'd know what I'm thinking right now, right? I don't blush. And I almost wish I do.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tell her. I just need to make it sound like…

"I mean, it's tempting," she continues. "But I've seen you angry when someone hurts your cousins, so…"

I lean away from her in fake annoyance. "Raven naman eh! D'you want me to tell you or not?"

"Fine, fine, I'll stay quiet." She grins. "I really do wanna hear it," she adds in a whisper.

Welp, I backed myself to this corner now. Great job, me. You could've at least waited until dismissal to mention it so I could make an excuse and run off to fetch my cousins, as corny as that is. "Alright, so the MC is really confused about… something, and he wants to tell someone… something." Wow, great. Very helpful. "I—I can't tell. It's spoilers."

"Confused about what?" She asks with a smile, propping her head up on the table with a hand. If she wasn't smiling teasingly before, she definitely is now. "His feelings…?"

"Y… yeah? Well, if you're writing a story, do you let the character do what you think they're gonna do, or do you let them do what's best for the plot?" That's a good question, right? Yeah. Hopefully that satisfies her curiosity. And I'm technically not lying.

"Depends what the plot is exactly? Is this during the climax or what?"

Oh, it's definitely the climax. Or the darkest hour if I screw this up. But before I can answer, my unsaid prayers are granted as a deus ex machina comes to save me.

"Kuya Paddy! Ate Raven!" We hear two voices shouting whispers from behind us.

I don't even need to turn around. And soon enough, I feel a hug wrap around me from behind.

"Rosie!" I chuckle as I snuggle the delightful chubby little girl closer.

Raven gives Wayne's hair a quick ruffle and pinches his cheeks. "Ohh, what brought you two cuties here?"

"Well…" Wayne's cheeky grin disappears from my view as he sits down beside Raven. "It's a secret."

Roselyna unentangles herself from me. A little surprising and disappointing she ended the cuddle earlier than usual, but she bounces off to whisper something to Wayne as they give us both a smiling glance. We patiently wait for them to finish whatever they're... scheming, when Roselyna puffs her cheeks at us. "Um, heehee. Is it okay if we leave Tommy and our bags here? We're just gonna go look at some books!"

"Uh, yeah!" Wayne readily agrees.

"Of course," I say. "No problem. We got nothing to do here anyway."

"Yay, let's go!" Roselyna whisper-shouts, glancing at me one more time as she pulls her bestfriend into who knows where. Well, whatever their secret is, it can't be as bad as my own secret. Right?

"So… Very convenient, ha?" Raven smirks. "C'mon, are you actually gonna tell me about the plot or your MC?"

I glance at the little goobers once more, smiling as they disappear behind the shelves, much like my cousins. Much like Raven and I did when we were younger. "You know what… I think I figured it out."

Raven sighs, dusting off a speck of dust from Roselyna's penguin stroller bag. "I knew it. This better be really good if you're keeping me and Tommy in suspense this long."

I finally meet her eyes again, the first time since Wayne and Roselyna saved me from embarrassment. "Don't worry. When I let you read it, you'll know why."

#ddwcaph #dear diary we created a plot hole #raven #wayne #roselyna #shorts #prompts #paddy

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Dear F,

I'm going to tell you something. I think it's time I come clean (also because my friends already knew this but I want you to learn it from me). I have a happy crush. Apparently, such a thing exist now. I think it means you like someone pero not that deeply. Just admiration. Ata? Anyway, believe me it's not intentional. Orrr, is it? Kasi you're taking a long time, naghanap tuloy ako. I'm kidding! ✌️ Let's just name him EJ. He's from my rotc class. You can learn a lot from someone pala just by observing them. The first time I was aware of his existence was during my first day in rotc. It was during that time when they're picking an escort na guy to be part of the officers. He was late. Like almost always. And I saw him thread the stone steps towards his platoon. Echo 1st. (In my head I was saying 'they should pick this guy'.) I know I shouldn't care, but crap, my focus automatically shifted to him. When the officers did a roll call for attendance, I was listening intently. And then I got it. A faint sound of the syllables of his name. Then months passed by and I forgot about him. Comes 2nd semester. Saturday early morning class. Jen and I were chatting and waiting for the rotc class to start. Lo and behold there he was, asking the officer if the line of chairs infront of us belongs to his platoon. He walked towards us pero he pulled a chair infront of me so he can get in sa designated chair ng platoon niya. He was sitting in front of Jen. Then I read his name. I cannot believe it. I badly wanted to tell Jen but was too shy to do so. That i guess is when the observation started. Hahaha creepy me. I'm sorry. He really looked like Percy Jackson. Tall, lean, shy and awkward. So adorable. I was able to talk to him na and even use his phone pero, ehem, that's about it. I promise, I'm loyal to you. 🖐️ He joined in the war games too. We're in the same bus and platoon! Andddddd, during the firing, even though a mishap has befallen me, that was diminished because I saw that the next person who used my gun and sandbag was him. Does it mean that there's a possibility he was watching me while I was sprawled there, ready to engage in combat? Idk. All I know is he used my rifle and sandbag. (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠) F, you should see him. He's really cute. Oh, and he's a reader too. I melt. During the rope course, I saw him looking at our direction. It was so intent that I can only conclude he's having a conversation in his head. I tried to look at him ng kunti but only lasted around 3 or so seconds. And kanina. Oh wasted opportunity. Kidding! Kidding F! ✌️ Ri was telling me & Jam to sit beside her but Jam declined. Who did I see seating infront of Ri when the lecture resumed but him? He's wearing glasses. By jove, how can he not know someone blushed from that. He tanned though. An evidence of his war games involvement. And when the officer was calling for recitations, i saw him looked at our direction twice and hold it. Of course, i did too. At first. The second time around, I lost. He always goes home immediately after every rotc class so :( but i hope i can take a picture with him soon. I don't know why I want that. I just woke up one day and that was the first thought in my head. A picture with Jap. He's taking bachelor in engineering. Well, there, you have it, F. I think he's a recluse but I can't say for sure. Everytime i see him, he's always alone. I hope he enjoys his college life. I really do.

Oh and also, Alfonso brought up War and Peace kanina. Out of the blue. I was surprised by that. And Khy said na hindi dapat kita minamadali. She's the second person to tell me that. So I will not call that a coincidence. Kaya my ice bear, live your life. Grow into maturity. Both in spirit, mind, body, emotions, associations and finances. I'll be here waiting. Take care!

See you soon,

Irish

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dzpenumbra · 1 year

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1/14/23

Today was pretty relaxed. But just... off. And considering it was a Friday the 13th, I'm not that surprised.

I tried to get this suction cup rack put in in my shower, and it worked really well. Until like an hour later when I heard a huge crash from upstairs when it fell into the bathtub. That really frustrated me, I've had a lot going wrong for me lately and I was pretty excited to actually make a difficult thing work, and then it just... literally fell apart.

On the flip side, I got a master task list put together on my PC, so that's good.

I woke up really early because I was too hot and couldn't get back to sleep. It was snowing, it was really beautiful. I decided to keep going with Rimworld, it was pretty fun.

I sorted the tumbled stones a bit, they're nearly all ready for the next stage, I'm just putting the big ones back in for a day or two to let them shape a bit more.

I pulled up my Instacart order from Michaels last night and finalized it. After the whole shower debacle, I said fuck it and ordered. The woman took like... over an hour to shop for shit and fucked up two things on my list. I don't know what happened, I wish she like messaged me or something, because the primary reason I placed that order - pushpins - guess what. She fucking replaced them with thumbtacks and didn't tell me. The same wordage mistake that I made for over a decade. It was like some sick divine joke.

So... I'm gonna have to just suck it up and go for a drive tomorrow. Which means digging my car out, but it's better to do that before the snow melts and ices to the windshield than after.

But hey, check this out, I got some work done on my hoodie. Haven't worked on that in a while. So, that was good! And since I'm taking a trip, I'm thinking I might go to the pharmacy and see if I can find a bleach pen in addition to these pushpins. Ugh. I swear, look at this damn situation and how it played out.

Start - The best tool I have used to help with executive functioning is my whiteboard. So, in order to help unfuck my life and feel a better sense of orientation and accomplishment in my isolation, I really need to get it up and running.

Plan - Get something to mount the whiteboard on the wall.

Steps - Compare hanging materials. I leaned towards Command strips so I didn't put holes in the walls and... I don't have pushpins, even though I know they work. Turns out the whiteboard frame is too big to use the Command strips I have.

New plan - Order pushpins. Place order, wait 2 hours for delivery. No pushpins.

New-new plan - Say fuck it and drive somewhere tomorrow.

Like... this shit costs $2.50. And I can't fucking get my hands on them. It's driving me crazy.

Okay, I'm gonna level here, as I'm sure it's a bit noticeable in my stripped down writing tonight. I'm fucking exhausted. And now a bit more pissed off about just... stupid simple stuff going wrong.

Silver lining? I started to do research on good luck and good fortune symbols. I have a bunch of sigils and glyphs and shit around to ward off bad spirits and whatnot, but nothing to invite good luck and good fortune. I am... really unlucky. So, honestly, worst case scenario is these good luck charms or whatever are a bunch of crap and don't do anything. Big fucking loss, who cares. Oh no, I spent a bunch of time making cool art that doesn't have magical powers, oh noooo... And if it does somehow inspire good luck? Hell of a bonus. I'll roll the dice on that shit, fuck it.

Sleep time. Zzzzzz.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Yeah give us all some competition

Thor Freya

And see you again is on and that's with the Riddick can't call it other name right now but here it is BJ there's a lot of cars just sitting there defunct you pay money and you pull them away and someone's doing it to me and you go with a car carrier or something so you know what he says

Zues Hera

About 50% of the cars in Florida do not work all of them all of Florida that is 50% are completely damaged they did not let it dry out and they did not flush the motor before they started it and it started the process even if you do flush it out it's still probably won't last that long cuz the seals already rotted but not that much so my father's right usually the seal might go like an eighth of an inch but then you burn it off and it's all done rotting but you know it starts writing a little faster and it's conducive to it and if you don't use synthetic oil it's going to go within a year the best thing to do is just start recycling them and get the old crap out of here a lot of cars are ruined on the New lots that whole batch of cars is ruined it's so stupid they don't remove it but really it's better to remove it and leave it empty for a while so I don't know what to tell you but it's a big business and we need to someone on our side to try and compete with bja can't leave you there something you do in the power plant it's not up yet because so I sort of hear you and that's good swamp thing says and she's swamp thing emphasizes and reiterates. Perfect that's terrific we're going to have a good day and night here so we have to have another person come in no I think I'm Aquaman. So okay if I'm not Aquaman I'm Nemo no that's grandpa I mean grandfather father. King Nemo, haha well that makes sense I can hear some funny stuff on top of the other guys funny stuff. It's not John rivlehort it's another one of them funny guys I'm into it but recycling cars is my thing I should be doing the boats and he's a car guy yeah but he's mad if I do the both thing if you do the both thing he's already doing it and I know that he's doing a great job I don't know why it's probably because he has to watch you. I want you to shut up I don't like this b******* it's all wet and cushy and stinks it's like creatures of the Black lagoon swamp thing now Aquaman is a small guy I'll tell you what I'm going to set my light up for cars I can hand off the boat stuff and I did a great job you can work on the mega yacht and I guess it's timing but I wish you would come forward and so does he he needs help he needs us done he's captains for each of these projects and I'm hurrying a strike team cuz I can only manage it I need to have people on it they're coming for my country my my family I mean and that was Abomination and she abomination... And I'm on it and I'm going to do this and we have a variety of boats and a million dollars in Florida is not that many but up the coast is a ton and they want them out he started and it's kind of half-assed because he's a car guy big time and he loves stores in the car he loves your new car too it's like it it's not as brutish he likes your other car he built a really big brutish one and it looks like a Rolls-Royce and it's a Bentley and it's your company it's really really beefy and he enjoyed it it's the 16 wheeler okay and kicks ass okay Aquaman is not supposed to say that and we have an Aquawoman and we're going to do the boats, I'm excited we have a bunch of brand names and revive them using the fiberglass and we do make them with metal as well and steel and it's really an encapsulated steel house so it doesn't rust and we put stuff on it and we also put a little nickel in it and metal so it comes out so it doesn't really rust it's inside you have to do that and we put foam in. He is a correct adhesive and it's made for a metal to fiberglass and we also use sealer within the adhesive and it's resistant to all manners of water and chemicals too. I'm going to start doing this and I'm going up coast and I'm going up to West Coast now it's already past San Francisco it's going to freeze out before I get the boats and so it's a really gross mess after and I know how to do it it's a state of emergency and I I document every boat and I send all the program reports to the officials and they get everybody.

They doing to see who I am and what it look like and what other characters I have.

Thor Freya

We actually narrated the entire thing

Hera Zues

In reverse in that order I was doing most of it

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Fearless - Dean Forester Imagine (Gilmore Girls)

Title: Fearless

Pairing: Dean Forester X Reader

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 1,579 words

Warning(s): a few insults but they're needed

Summary: (Inspired lightly by "Fearless" by Taylor Swift) (Y/n) was dealt a not-so-perfect hand in a pretty short period of time. Don't worry, not all of it's bad. Some of it is actually very nice.

Author's Note: Am I biased because I watched Supernatural and then watched Gilmore Girls? Yes. Do I care? No. Not even a little.

Also, I totally messed with the canon of this show but I just wanted to write something cute.

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"Umm... Rory," I asked, standing next to the girl's table at lunch. I felt like a weirdo for just randomly walking up to her.

"Yes," she replied in a similar, questioning tone.

"Sorry to bother you, but you're from Stars Hallow, right," I sat down across from her.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Well, my dad wants to move out there," I explained. "And he wants to pull me out of Chilton. I was just... I wanted to know what it was like. The people, the school. I don't know, you don't have to have this conversation if you don't want to-"

"No, it's okay," she shook her head. "Well, the town's small. Nothing really stays private in Stars Hallow. There are a few stores, a diner that my mom and I go to all the time. The school's good. Most of the people of pretty nice. I've run into more problems with kids here."

I nodded.

"I can show you around sometime when you move out there," she offered.

I shrugged, "You don't have to worry about that. I was just curious about the nature of it, I guess."

"Are you sure," she asked. I nodded. "Well, I'm here if you need help adjusting... and I'm sorry about your dad's choice."

"Thanks," I grinned before standing up. "I guess I'll see you around, Rory."

She nodded and waved as I walked away.

--Time Skip--

I bit back a yell as I almost threw my phone on the sidewalk.

Every single promise of nothing changing and everything being okay was a load of crap. Something that had been whispered into my ear to make me trust the boy that I thought cared about me. When really... he was happy to just turn around and find the next pretty thing that caught his eye.

With a sigh, I shoved my phone into my pocket and walked toward Luke's. I shoved the door opened and pretty much plopped into the seat by the door. It was the first time I had seen the place empty.

"Don't you look like royalty," Luke commented, walking over. "Are you supposed to be at that Chilton dance like Rory is?"

"That was before my boyfriend revealed himself to be a total tool," I replied with a fake grin.

"Ugh, men," Luke rolled his eyes.

I chuckled, mimicking him, "Men."

"Coffee," he offered.

"Please," I mumbled. He nodded, going back to grab a mug for me.

"(Y/n)," I looked at the door. Dean was standing in the doorway. "Would you like some company?"

"Knock yourself out," I motioned to the seat across from me. He sat down just as Luke placed a mug of coffee in front of me.

"So... why are you sitting in Luke's while dressed like you're ready for dinner with the Queen," he asked.

"There's a dance at Chilton tonight," I explained. "I had a boyfriend that promised when I moved nothing would change... but that was not true... and he didn't have the nerve to tell me until tonight when he was supposed to pick me up to take me to that dance."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Dean mumbled. "What a tool!"

"That's what I said," I replied. "I should've known better. There aren't many Chilton guys that are amazing in the boyfriend department."

"Well, I'm sorry that you've missed your dance."

"Oh yes, where would I be without another dance with kids that didn't like me."

Dean chuckled.

There was a moment of silence before he stood up. He walked over and held a hand out to me.

I shook my head, "No... No... coffee first."

"The coffee," Dean grabbed the mug out of my hands and put it on the table before going back to holding his hand out, "will be there when we get back. Come on."

"Where are we going," I asked, grabbing his hand and standing out.

"Well, since you're sad about missing your dance, let's go dance," Dean said, pulling me out the door. He walked off the sidewalk and into the road. "Late night Stars Hallow isn't known for being busy."

"So, we're gonna just dance in the street," I asked. He nodded. I laughed at him. "Okay."

Dean pulled me closer. The dancing was awkward but it was nice, so much nicer than my time at Chilton.

"I should've mentioned that I'm not a very good dancer," he mumbled after a few minutes.

"You're thinking too much," I replied. "I am having much more fun doing... whatever this is than I have ever had at those Chilton dances."

I spun the two of us around with a laugh.

"Do you know how long I had to practice so I would be perfect at those dances," I asked. "I am so much happier without that stupid pressure."

Dean smiled at me, pulling me closer as we continued dancing.

I don't know how long we had spent twirling and laughing in the street. It was long enough for my face to be red and for my stomach to hurt from laughing.

Dean and I eventually stopped, just looking at each other with stupid smiles on our faces.

"I... umm... I should go," I mumbled. "It's late."

"Yeah," Dean nodded but neither one of us went to step away.

I seemed to zone out for a minute because the next thing I knew, Dean was leaning in and kissing me gently. I stood there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the butterflies in my stomach and the fuzzy feeling that swirled around in my head before I pulled away.

"Dean," I said softly. I trailed off.

"I overstepped," he stepped away from me. "You just went through all of that crap today and I crossed a line. I'll... I'll walk you home."

"Okay," I nodded.

I didn't know if I thought he overstepped. Yes. A lot had happened that night and it may have been a little fast. However, it's hard for me to deny the experience of kissing him. I'm truly not sure how I felt about the whole moment.

I followed Dean back to the sidewalk. As we walked, I grabbed his hand. It was nice. I grinned to myself.

"This is me," I pointed to my house and stopped walking. "Thank you for tonight, Dean. It was really nice."

"You're welcome," he replied. "I think I owe you for the coffee you didn't get to drink."

"Oh, absolutely," I chuckled. I started walking up the pathway. "Bye."

"Bye," he waved, going to continue his walk home.

I basically ran inside and to my room. I closed my door behind me and covered my face as a wide smile and an obnoxious blush started to form.

--Time Skip--

"Can we talk," I jumped a little when Rory suddenly walked up to me from behind. How long had she followed me?

"Umm, yeah, sure," I replied. "What's up?"

"Is there something going on with you and Dean," she asked.

"I... I don't really know," I chuckled. "Why?"

"It's just... Dean and I were a thing."

"Oh," I replied. I didn't ask, nor did I really care.

"So, I think it'd be a little rude to date your friend's ex," she grabbed my arm like she was trying to talk to something that just didn't get it.

"Rory, we've had two conversations," I explained. "It's a little bit of a stretch to say we're friends. You never mentioned Dean, so I don't really feel bad."

I went to turn around.

"You really don't see where you crossed a line?"

"No," I shrugged. "I tried to be your friend when I first got here, you shrugged me off. You and Dean aren't dating. I didn't cross a line. I enjoyed my night after I had been ditched by all of the people that I thought cared about me. You think we're friends... you didn't notice I wasn't at the Chilton dance?"

Rory looked down for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Rory, but I didn't actually do anything wrong," I shrugged again before turning around and walking away from her.

I walked to the school. He was leaning on the railing by the stairs. I picked up my speed as I walked over to him.

"Hey," he said with a smile before I leaned up and kissed him. It only lasted a few seconds before I pulled away again. "What was that for?"

"I may have turned the whole town against me because I didn't listen to the town's golden star," I replied. "So, I have now decided I'm done hesitating. I like you, Dean. You kissing me the other night was one of the best things I've ever experienced in... I don't know how long."

"I like you too," he smiled.

"So, coffee, after school," I asked. "You still owe me for that cup I gave up the other night."

"Sounds great," he nodded.

Dean cupped the sides of my face and pulled me into another kiss. Again, the butterflies swarmed my stomach and my brain started to feel fuzzy in the best way. I grinned against his lips before pulling away slowly.

"Now... what do we do about you turning a whole town against you?"

"I... nothing," I grinned. "If they want me to be a villain, fine. But I won't give them the satisfaction of a reaction."

"Sounds good to me," Dean nodded.

He grabbed my hand and we walked into the school together. No hesitation. Not anymore.

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Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.

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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

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