#its also so fun to finally be able to play at a table again

[pitchsidestories]

New Romantics II Grace Clinton x Bronze!Reader

masterlist I word count: 2534

a/n: hi, this is inspired by the cute request here. Anyone interested in a part 2 ?

You stood at the window of your London flat, taking in the view over the city. It was a surprisingly nice day but the restless feeling in your chest kept you from enjoying it. Your girlfriend watched you from the sofa on the other side of the room.

Unsurprisingly, as she had been called up for Englands Senior squad before. Something you have also wanted for a long time. And you were hoping that today would be the day your wish would come true.

A sudden buzzing sound jolted you from your thoughts.

It took you a moment to realize what was happening. You met Grace's eyes as you looked at your phone on the coffee table. It was still buzzing, the screen lit up with an unknown number.

“That’s her number, babe. Go and take the call!“, Grace exclaimed, bouncing on the cushions of the sofa.

“Okay, okay, calm down. You’re even more nervous than me.“, you joked before taking the call. “Hello?“

“Hello, y/n. It’s Sarina. I’m just calling to inform you that you made the team and we can’t wait to meet you.“, the national team coach immediately got to the point.

You could not stop yourself from beaming: “Thank you, Sarina. This call-up means a lot to me.“

With her typical dutch accent, she replied: “You really deserve it. I hope to see you soon.“

“I can’t wait.“

Your cheeks already started to hurt from smiling as you ended the call.

Grace walked over to you and wrapped her arms around you: “I can see from the look on your face that you got the call-up. Congrats.“

„Thanks.“ You shook your head in disbelief: “We’ll be going to the England Senior National team together. I’m so excited!“

You quickly pulled away from your girlfriend's embrace and turned on some music. You took Graces hands in yours and started moving the rhythm.

The midfielder laughed, trying to follow your movements. You had to admit that even though celebrating your call-up to the national team with a dance party was something you usually did when you played for youth teams, it never lost its fun.

However, one sudden realization made you pause after two songs.

“I guess I should tell my sister the big news…“, you said suddenly.

Grace turned off the music and gave you an amused look: “I wouldn’t be surprised if she already knew.“

“You’re probably right. Lucy loves to chat with Sarina about womens football, maybe she gave her a hint during one of their conversations.“, you laughed, thinking back about the time your sister had told you about her discussions with her coach.

“Probably.“, your girlfriend agreed.

With a look on your phone, you had to correct yourself: “In fact, Lucy is already calling.“

Eagerly you answered your phone: “Hi, Luce. Sarina called me up for the lionesses!“

“I know! About time that you finally join the grown-ups.”, your big sister responded in a jokingly tone.

Amused you shook your head: “About time? Lucy, do I have to remind you that you were 22 when you joined the senior England team and that I just turned 21 in February?”

“Excuse me? Do you know who I had to compete with? Alex fucking Scott.”, she huffed.

“Yeah, yeah you had no chance before that I know the story, you told it many times.”, you teased her while the Barcelona defender could hear Grace laugh in the background.

Because you two were on a video call you were able to see Lucy lifting an eyebrow in this exact moment unlike her eyes her ears were hearing everything:” Who is with you? Is that Grace?”

“Yes, that’s Grace, we celebrated our call ups together before you called and interrupted us.”, you explained smirking.

She rolled her eyes at you:” Sorry, that I wanted to congratulate my sister.”

“No, it’s cute.”, Grace interjected.

You both wrinkled your nose, pretended to be disgusted by her comment, while the defender was the first to speak again:” Ew, don’t call this cute.”

“Yeah, we’re not cute we’re cool sisters.”, you added.

“I’m going to hang up now. I’ll see you in camp.”, Lucy declared. You both didn’t need to say anything more because you two knew that the other was excited and happy to meet her sister again.

“Goodbye, Lucy.”, you waved at her before ending the video call.

Still smiling you turned around to face your girlfriend:” Where were we before she came between us?”

 “We danced but don’t worry I ordered our favourite dinner to celebrate this special day right.”, she winked at you.

Beaming you placed a kiss to her flushed cheek:” You’re the best.”

“If I was a Bronze, I would just say I know but I’m not so you’re welcome.”, Grace said, even a bit redder than before.

“No, I prefer you as a Clinton.”, you told her.

“Thanks.”

As the doorbell rang, she clapped her hands, looking thrilled:” Oh, that’s the delivery service!”

The days went by quickly, in just a blink of an eye Grace and you were arriving at St. George’s Park together. Your girlfriend didn’t even look like a boyfriend with her brown hoodie and cap on, she even had the attitude of one as the forward was attempting to carry both of your suitcases.

“Babe, I can take my suitcase perfectly by myself.”, you pouted at her, being a Bronze made you very independent although you secretly loved when Grace did something like this.

“No.”, she decidedly waved you off.

You both turned your heads to a cheerful scream coming from no other than Ella:”  My favourite young lovebirds have arrived!”

Next to the Manchester United player your big sister showed up grinning, warning your girlfriend:” Clinton! Let her carry her suitcase herself, she’s getting spoiled!”

“You don’t get to have a say in how I treat my princess, Bronze. Especially not when I saw pictures of Ona carrying your things.“, Grace retorted unimpressed and continued to carry your suitcase towards your room.

There was an audible gasp from the older players.

Lucy pretended to gag: “Princess?“

“Don’t you dare say anything more!“, you warned and followed your girlfriend to your room.

You stayed in these rooms before with the youth teams but this time, things felt different, more serious. You took your time to take in the room before you started unpacking.

You were in the middle of putting away your warm-up shirts, when there was a knock on the door.

“Come on in.“, you said, expecting Grace to stand in the door way.

To your surprise, it was your sister that opened the door and let her gaze wander across the chaos you had created while unpacking: “Of course it’s chaotic in here already.“

“Rude!“, you said and threw a shirt in her general direction.

Lucy casually caught it mid-air and shook her head: “Typical.“

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking at your sister: “So, what do you want?“

“Checking in on you.“, she shrugged casually.

“Aw, that’s sweet of you.“, you teased her.

Lucy raised an eyebrow: “Sweet? Sarina made me do it.“

“She did?!“, you laughed, knowing full well that your sister was just pretending to be too cool to care about you.

“Yeah, she’s such a mum.“, Lucy rolled her eyes.

“But we’re adults here, I don’t need a babysitter.“, you protested.

“The youngsters always get babysitters.“

“Oh wow. Any advice for camp life, Lucy?“, you asked.

You older sister lifted a warning finger: “Yeah, be good or you’ll get in trouble with your sister.“

Before you could reply that Lucy was horribly annoying with her overprotectiveness, Grace appeared behind your sister with an innocent smile: “Sorry to interrupt you two but it’s dinner time.“

“Let’s go. We can’t miss that. The food here is great.“, Lucy said, nodding in the direction of the floor.

“Coming.“ You took Graces hand in yours as you followed your sister to the dining room.

“Look at this cute couple!“, Beth yelled when you entered the room.

Alessia who sat next to her Arsenal team mate agreed: “They’re so adorable.“

You could feel your cheeks heat as you sat down at their table.

Lucy grimaced in disgust: “Stop it, one of them is my little baby sister you’re gushing about.“

Lauren James who sat down next to Lucy with a full plate gave her a smirk: “Looks like she got all the good genes, Bronzy.“

“LJ, what do you mean by that?! Don’t worry, I’ll beat you on the training pitch.“, Lucy threatened her with a grin.

“You can try, grandma.“, the youngster laughed.

“Don’t you worry.“

You were glad that their playful bickering was entertaining the table now.

Gently, you squeezed Graces hand under the table: “Let’s ignore them for now and grab some food, love.“

“It’s kind of funny though.“, Grace grinned and got up from her seat, pulling you with her.

“Yes, it is.“, you admitted as you walked over to the buffet together.

As the blonde was putting some salad onto her plate, she hummed:” I love this team.”

“Me too.”, you nodded.

After taking a bite from the pasta dish your girlfriend continued raving:”And the food is delicious.”

“Oh yes, you weren’t promising too much.”

You two were back at your table and you really enjoyed the food the cooks made for the team.

“Right?”, Grace beamed at you.

“Yes.”

“But wait until training starts tomorrow.”, the Tottenham player reminded you why you were here in the first place.

“I’m ready for it.”, you truthfully replied, you simply couldn’t wait to prove everyone that you had a right to be here and not because you and your sister shared the same surname.

Delighted Grace announced:” It’s going to be fun.”

The training over the next days was tough and light-hearted at the same time because the atmosphere between the girls was great even though you were all competing for the starting eleven or to be substituted.

You couldn’t believe your luck when Sarina told you during the match against Sweden to warm up.

“Nervous, little Bronzey.”, Khiara asked you amused.

“A bit.”, you mumbled.

“You can do it.”, Esme whispered into your ear before hugging you shortly.  

Making your way from the bench to the pitch Sarina patted encouragingly your shoulder: “She’s right, enjoy it, y/n.”

“Thank you, I won’t let you down.”, you promised the England coach before you stepped onto the grass. For a moment you felt overwhelmed by the noise and the crowd which showed up at Wembley remembering when you attended the first games of your big sister where only a few people came to watch it.

Naturally you looked for Lucy and for a second you exchanged a meaningful glance. Her green eyes which were the exact same shade as yours seemed to say Show them what you can do. You’re a Bronze. Now you were ready to play football.  

In the end you didn’t disappoint Sarina who believed in you enough to give you a chance tonight, you assisted Grace and scored a goal yourself in the last minute of the game. The stadium was buzzing with excitement and so were you: “We won, Grace!”

“What a game you had!”, she shouted back giddily before kissing your cheek.

Equally thrilled you remarked:” You were amazing too.” Wearing a bright grin on your lips you turned around to face your sister:” What do you think, Luce? Was it good enough?”

You could tell that your sister forced her face to remain blank as she shrugged: “You were okay. The kiss wasn’t necessary though.“

“Yes, it was!“, Grace protested by your side, her hands wrapped around your waist in a side hug.

“Absolutely not.“, Lucy said and rolled her eyes before walking past you into the dressing room.

Grace and you shared an exhilarated grin and followed suit. As soon as the door of the dressing room closed behind you, you turned to your girlfriend and kissed her quickly and passionately. As soon as two of you broke apart again, you found your sister demonstratively looking into the opposite direction. You smirked.

Keira elbowed Lucy with a thrilled expression on her face: “Your little sister feels untouchable tonight. Those two are lucky that they are cute.“

“They’re not even that cute.“, the defender replied unimpressed.

Leah sang along to the song playing in the dressing room while pointing to you and Grace: “Baby, we’re the new romantics. The best people in life are free.“

Keira shrugged with a laugh: “Leah’s singing is even worse compared to them.“

Finally, the corners of Lucys mouth quirked upwards.

It was already late when you arrived back at the hotel. You had enjoyed celebrating your debut with the rest of the team but when you reached your hotel room, you were exhausted and ready to go to bed. You had just changed into your pyjamas when there was knock on your door. Yawning, you opened it and found yourself face to face with your older sister.

“Hi, what’s wrong. It’s late.“

Lucy stood there and considered you for a moment: “I’m proud of you, kid. You played great tonight.“

“I thought I was only okay.“, you smirked.

“Shut up and come here.“, she just said and pulled you into a tight hug. Her hugs might have been rare, but they always carried a lot of love. It felt comforting, almost like being home for Christmas and you suddenly realized how much you have missed playing with her again.

With your head was still buried on her shoulder, you whispered: “To be fair, I was a bit nervous… You made our family name so big in womens football and I didn’t want to let you or our team down.“

Lucy released you from the hug but kept her hands on your upper arms: “You couldn’t have let anyone down. You’re not me and people know that. One day, you might even be better than me.“

You gave her a weak smile: “Who knows, right?“

“Who knows.“

“But it felt great to play together.”, you admitted.

“We’ll have a few more games together, trust me. You’ll be called up again.”, Lucy replied seriously.

You felt your grin grew deeper: ”I’d love to play with you as long as possible.”

“You’ll.”, she promised solemnly while padding your back one last time before telling you good night and leaving the room.

“Finally, I thought she’ll never leave!”, Grace sighed relieved, the blonde had been hiding underneath the blankets during your whole chat with your sister.

“Grace!”, you exclaimed laughing.

“What? I could barely breathe under this.”, the Tottenham player said as she pointed accusingly to the bedding.

“Sorry, love.”, you apologized.

Her gaze at you turned soft:”Come here now.”

You quickly followed her wish and joined her in your hotel bed. Happily, Grace wrapped your arms around you. Feeling her warmth around you, you were starting to get sleepy:” That was a great game tonight, wasn’t it?”

“The best so far.”, your girlfriend responded, before she kissed the top of your head and turning the lights off. Today was certainly a day you both would remember and cherish forever.

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I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Okay so honestly I have been very very inconsistent over the years with just disappearing for periods of time due to various things 😂 So it probably seemed pretty normal to most people.

But it felt different on my side, so I'm excited to be back in business. I took a month long hiatus! 31 days of not drawing digital art. Its not something I talk about on here? But I've been suffering from some serious long term Art Burnout for.... a really really long time. Long enough that I should've taken a break probably years ago. It finally got so bad that I could barely draw. I was scared to do it (cause it always looked "bad" in my eyes [i'll come back to that]) and doing it was exhausting and disheartening.

I talked it over with somebody and realized that the fear and anger and frustration I felt towards my own artwork was uh. Not Normal or Healthy. And I finally committed to taking a real break for once.

I still drew a little bit by hand? Traditional art has always felt like it has lower stakes for me (i don't often share it online, and sometimes I don't even share it with friends) so I did some of that when I felt like it. But Digital art was completely off the table.

I had put such an immense pressure on myself to make my digital art perfect, to make as much of it as quickly as possible to satisfy something. It wasn't fun anymore. I'm proud of what i've made over the years! But for a long time now the stuff I've been making was made while hating every second of making it. With some rare exceptions.

I hated my art! It was a combination of Perfectionism, taking in too many external expectations, and the burnout. If you hate doing something its kinda hard to love it even when you want too lol. It wasn't "Bad" in the sense that the quality was low and it was ugly! It was "Bad" in the sense that it was unhealthy for me to keep doing it at that point in time.

I'm glad to report though, that with my hiatus officially over as of Wednesday last week: I am once again. In Love. With doing art, and being an artist :)

I put off taking a break for years cause I was scared that taking a break would mean that I would never achieve all the things I wanted to do with art. I was scared it was a stupid and lazy thing to do that would mean I'd never achieve my dreams. And Also even though I kinda hated drawing, I also loved making art. Its a weird duality that I can't even really explain??? I hated it but I also loved it. I wanted it but I also wanted to run from it. It wasn't until I was more mature and had more clarity and insight (and unfortunately also until the problems got worse) that I was finally able to let go of those fears and just do it.

And I'm really really glad I did. It was everything I needed. And I hope to strike a better balance in the future with art. Taking more breaks when I need them, or just when other things have my attention like reading or Video games (Some star rail got played during this time xD)

From the outside things probably aren't going to be that different?? At this point I don't really have any sure plans to post anything I've been drawing since my Hiatus ended. I might or I might not xD I'm still a hobbyist artist taking things at her own pace, but I hope that it shows how much happier I am :)

Whumptober 2023 is being officially put to rest by this post btw! I was in major burnout when that event started, and I'm ready to just, move on from all the past expectations I'd shoved on my shoulders. If I feel like filling any of the prompts or going back to any of the ideas I'd come up for it I will! But I'm not going to worry about doing it unless the desire sets in. Thanks to everybody who's been so kind to me throughout my time on here as an artist! Ya'lls tags and screaming and kind words, the fanfic, the asks and the responses? Its been fantastic :) You guys have made me laugh, smile, and cry tears of joy. I hope from here that things only get better and sweeter! And if I have bad days again, that's okay too.

Here's to 2024 and whatever it may bring ya'll :D 🎉🎉✨✨🧡💜

#isa screams #long post #gif #flashing #i think? Lemme know if I'm incorrect on that one alksdjfLKSJDJDSG #I don't normally talk this much so its kinda strange? #its kinda nice to be more honest about this stuff though #I'm a bit more of a private person so its hard to find the balance between wanting to discuss things openly and honestly #but with the fact that I don't owe the entire world an explanation for everything I do #its a tricky thing #but today I felt like doing this and I think that's okay #if i regret it I just won't do it again alsdjLSDJLFJSGSDG #thanks if you read this! I appreciate it! #I'm a pretty smalltime artist relatively. So sometimes it feels as though it doesn't mater what i say or express. #But hm. I doubt its really that simple or bleak #And if I don't respect myself then well. Who will right? #And I want to learn how to be happy with how little or how much I get #part of the reason I've done so poorly mentally as an artist is chasing numbers and outside praise instead of asking the harder questions #am i happy with what i do? what I make? Who I am #I'm going to probably be working on those questions and problems for the rest of my life. #But thats okay. Thats not a bad thing :)

[my-own-walker]

I'm so sorry for being so annoying but could you write another JPM where the reader's family comes to the hotel and maybe they are very loud and kinda criminals and telling stories of little reader hahahaha

I just love you and trying to keep you busy, darling🥰😊😂

How Soon Is Now?

note: heeeeerrreeee we go i'm writing again. also, how fun is this? lol. thanks for the request, darling!

summary: james finds out his sweet angel isn't so innocent after all.

warnings: talk of violence/murder, that’s really it

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James had always admired my purity.

I was something of an angel in his eyes. The light had finally entered the Hotel Cortez when I arrived.

Maybe it was the softness of my hair. My voice. The dresses I'd wear. The way I smiled. Maybe it came down to moments like the first time I tried his absinthe. The second the licorice-tasting liquid hit my tongue I was putty in his hands. Doe-eyed and complacent.

I liked to play up the pretty, girly aspects of myself to get his attention. I was his perfect little angel.

He was in love with the idea of a corruptable blank canvas.

I begged him to kill me. I did. Once the secret of the hotel was revealed, I suddenly felt a sense of belonging. Like I was meant to spend eternity in that dark, art-deco haven with the man of my dreams.

His transcontinental accent. The way he dressed. His chivalrous nature. He was a spitting image of my wildest fantasies.

He didn't understand my longing for a fate like his, but as his princess, I got what I wanted.

He made it quick and easy. Drugged, to preserve my beauty. I was to be his damsel in distress forever. His pretty princess living up in the tower.

Being dead, but also alive, came with its challenges. One of them being, namely, my family. They were worriers. They couldn't understand why I would up and leave my life to 'work' at some old hotel in LA.

The constant phone calls and messages became too much for me. I needed them to be able to see me in order for them to understand that I was happy where I was. That I was okay.

Obvious challenges came with that notion. James was all too happy to host them, though. Too happy.

He instructed every entity in the place to leave my family alone. He had Miss Evers prepare dinner and the most extravagant table setting she could muster. He even arranged a gold silk dress for me, topped off with a stunning string of heirloom pearls.

Everything was perfect. Until my family showed.

My parents and my three siblings made their way into the hotel rather…ungracefully. I told them to dress nicely. They did what they could, all things considered.

They, at their core, were rowdy, loud, and frankly insane.

The lineup was as follows: My father, Bruce, my mother, Margaret, or Marge, as she liked to be called, my twin older brothers Logan and Wyatt, and my older sister Ginger.

They couldn't make their way to James' suite without incident, of course. No. They had to walk in already arguing about...something. I'm not sure. It took both of my parents, with the assistance of Iris and Liz to get my brothers separated.

Upon stepping into the suite, I immediately heard a ‘it’s REALLY fuckin dark in here!’ from my sister. They really couldn’t find it within themselves to show a shred of decorum in a nice place.

I sat next to James at the dining room table, awaiting my family’s entrance. He sat at the head of the table, smile on his face. He was so excited to meet them. To understand more about his precious girl. He had his hand rested atop mine, eyes trained expectantly on the doorway.

Miss Evers’ figure appeared, then my father’s.

‘There’s my little girl!’ he shouted opening his arms for a hug.

‘Hi, daddy,’ I greeted with a warm smile, getting up from the table to hug him.

‘Wow, sweets, you look great,’ he said, admiring my outfit. Sweets was his nickname for me. My mother and sister filed in next.

‘What’s this, fuckin Halloween?’ my sister scoffed.

‘Nice to see you too, Ginger,’ I smiled. ‘Hi ma,’ I continued. 

‘Y/N!’ she exclaimed, jumping in the air. ‘There’s my little baby!!!’ She rushed over to me, making a point to pinch my cheeks. Logan and Wyatt made their appearance next, still arguing it seemed.

‘No, you dipshit it’s definitely a knife,’ Wyatt huffed.

‘You would use a fucking knife in that situation? Be serious right now,’ Logan replied, throwing his hands up.

‘Hey guys! Over here!’ I waved, reminding them they were arguing loudly in public.

‘Oh hey, Y/N,’ they replied in unison. That weird twin telepathy stuff.

We all took our seats at the table, my mother making sure she was sitting right next to me. She was the one who was most worried about me, after all. It was only fitting that she’d make sure I was okay by being closest to me all night.

James stood from his seat at the head of the table and the whole room turned their attention to him. He tended to have that effect.

‘Hello, Y/L/N family! Welcome to my hotel,’ he began. ‘I’m so happy to finally have you all here. My name is James Patrick March. And you all are?’

‘Marge,’ my mom smiled.

‘Uh, Bruce,’ my dad said, weirded out at the round-robin introduction James had begun.

‘I’m Ginger,’ my sister continued.

‘And they’re Logan and Wyatt,’ I answered for my brothers. They became embroiled in conversation as soon as my mother began speaking just seconds before. Easily distracted.

‘You all make such a beautiful family,’ James declared, sitting back down in his chair.

‘So uh, just to get this straight,’ my dad began, ‘you own this place?’

‘Mm, yes,’ James affirmed, taking a sip of his drink.

‘And you’re, what, to Y/N?’ my father continued to prod.

I couldn’t help but cut in. ‘We’re together, dad. Romantically.’ I knew James wouldn’t be able to put it into terms my family would get.

‘Her?!’ my sister scoffed.

‘Yeah, I can’t lie, I’m shocked,’ my dad laughed. I shot both of them the deadliest look my face could muster, but they continued.

‘She’s a grade-A psycho,’ Ginger said. ‘Y/N how’d you bag a classy guy like this?’ I hung my head in shame. I could have tried to stop them, but once they got going there was no going back.

‘You know, she’s a nice girl but our family is just, a bit unorthodox,’ my mom explained. ‘It’s just shocking to see her live in a place this…nice. And for her to be with someone, like you.’

‘Unorthodox? How’s that?’ James asked, smile still plastered on his face.

‘She started helping us with the, uh, family business, basically as soon as she was born,’ my mom continued. ‘She was a pretty scary kid.’

‘As she grew up she learned more and sort of, haha, became our little hitman. Didn’t you sweets?’ my dad added. I lifted my head and turned it to look at James. His eyes had lit up in a way I hadn’t seen before.

‘Yeah she’s the youngest but she’s the best at roughing people up,’ Ginger said, monotonously. ‘She killed her first at what? 6?’

‘No no, younger than that,’ my mom answered. ‘I think she was 4. It was that Goldberg guy, remember? Screwed dad out of 4 grand.’

‘Ohhhh, right!’ my dad said, laughing slightly. ‘My little killa.’ He looked at me with such pride. He meant it endearingly, but I was so embarrassed. The fact that they’d willingly offer this information without being asked made me sick to my stomach. What would James think of me?

‘This is news to me…’ James purred, taking my chin in his hand. ‘She’s been quite the angel here. I was entirely unaware of her background.’ He smiled warmly at me. His eyes had a fire behind them. Ideas were brewing.

‘Oh yeah James. She was a little Wednesday Addams,’ my mom laughed. I cringed, knowing he wouldn’t understand that reference. ‘Just a scary little girl.’

‘Come on, Y/N,’ Ginger taunted. ‘You should show your new boyfriend your mad murder skills.’

‘Oh yeah, sure. I’ll slice up a guy’s neck. You want it now?’ I asked, obviously sarcastic. The whole thing was getting on my nerves.

‘How soon is now?’ James chimed in. I turned my head suddenly and looked at him. He was deadly serious about the whole affair. He seemed…ecstatic. ‘Something can be arranged. I would love to see this, hidden talent, my dear.’ His eyes flashed with what I can only describe as lust.

‘James,’ I pleaded.

‘There was a guy in the hall that gave us a funny look earlier,’ Wyatt said, breaking his twin bubble with Logan. ‘You could kill him.’

‘Wyatt, I’m not gonna kill just anyone!’ I protested.

‘I’ll see to it that he’s brought here at once!’ James exclaimed, subsequently taking a large swig of his drink. ‘But first, Miss Evers! We’d like to have our meal now! We have business to attend to afterwards!’

My secret was out, and James was about to take full advantage of it.

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Haha! This was fun to write. Hopefully I’m over my horrible writers block now. Requests are back open so send em in!

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[thomasisaslut]

Alejandro Vargas x Rodolfo Parra

The Bet

Word Count: 2.1k

Includes: Anal Sex, Anal fingering, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Drinking, Bunny Costumes 👯‍♀️

Note: This writing is old! So sorry if there is improper grammar or spelling!

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44316511

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/348756267-𝐓𝐡𝐞-𝐁𝐞𝐭-𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨-𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬-𝐱-𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐨-𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚

The bar was lively, loud, and overall fun. While, at least that's what Soap thought. But to be fair he had a fun idea in mind.

"Rudy!" Soap's head flew to the other male who just walked into the bar along side of Alejandro.

"Soap, Hi!" Rodolfo smiled at him, joyful that the other was excited to see him, but also slightly scared at his grin.

Rodolfo watched Alejandro slightly glare at Soap, it was quite funny, for how much he doesn't like to show jealousy it's painfully obvious.

Soap then got up from his seat at the bar table and grabbed Rodolfo's wrist, dragging him away from the slightly taller male, grinning whilst doing so.

"I have an idea.." He snickered.

"Well that's never good.." Rodolfo replied to the other that is standing in front of him.

"Your ideas never end well."

"Trust me! This one is good, I promise." Soap teased grabbing the others hands and holding them tight, ignoring the still staring other, Alejandro.

Rodolfo sighed,

"Alright what's the idea?" He finally managed to ask.

"We have a drinking competition-"

Rodolfo cut the other off quickly,

"No one has ever lost to you, don't finish the rest of that sentence."

Soap eyes pleaded, fake obviously, he dragged the other to the booth where Price and Gaz are; He then asks his question to Gaz.

"Do you have it?"

Gaz nodded, pointing with his thumb to the bag behind them, it was black with a logo no one could read, what lied inside was the fun part. Rodolfo was suspicious again.

Soap grabbed the bag then once again dragged Rodolfo to an area of privacy in the bar, it was a hard place to find so they should be fine; Rodolfo should be fine from the others plan.. unless.

"Alright! Here it is!" Soap holds up the black latex bunny suit, it has a little white tail where the persons ass would go, it even comes with its own pair of white bunny ears.

Rodolfo's cheeks flush a light pink,

"Put that away! Why is that here?" He asks panicked, even if no one could see them he always had a fear in the back of his minds of others judging him.

"No-no! Rudy it's the fun part!" Soap grins then continues,

"The loser of the drinking competition has to wear this and parade around the bar, maybe even play a pool game with it on?" His grin turns into a full on smirk now.

Rodolfo was too stunned to speak, his mouth agape, shocked that the other would even be able to think of this, but then he thought again that this is Soap he's talking about.

Before Rodolfo could speak Soap spoke again,

"You do realize if you win i'd have to wear it right?" He teases the other again.

"Yes I understand that!" Rodolfo practically yells at the other, embarrassed.

"So..? What do you think..?" Soap inches closer so the other would get even more flustered.

Rodolfo thinks, hard, he's a high rank, second in command to Alejandro, if he were to lose people wouldn't let him live it down for months. But on the other hand, if Soap loses people wouldn't let him live it down for years. The offer is tempting..

"I'll do it.." Rodolfo finally gives in, now he is dragging Soap back to the bar where he orders the first rounds of shots.

*

By now they had to be on twelve shots, Rodolfo's vision was starting to get hazy, he was going to have a major hangover tomorrow. He looks over to Soap who just tossed down another shot, he didn't even look affected.

"Are ye' givin' up yet?" Soap asks, his Scottish accent stronger with the affect of alcohol.

"Mmm.." Rodolfo set his head down on the bar, his words inaudible.

Soaps face lit up,

"Does this mean I won?" He smirks again asking, pulling up the bag that hides the clothing within.

Rodolfo lifts his head, to drunk to think he gives in, grabbing the bag from Soap's hands then wobbling his way to the restroom, Soap follows to make sure the other puts the costume on right.

Once in the bathroom both of them head into the biggest stall.

"Sabes que esto es un poco espeluznante, me estás mirando.." Rodolfo mutters under his drunken breathe.

"English?" Soap lightly laughs.

"I said, 'you know this is kinda creepy, you watching me'" Rodolfo turns to glare at Soap.

"Oh please, im helping you with it, making sure it fits right." He laughs.

"You bought it in my size.." He whines then starts to strip out of his grey hoodie and other accessories.

Soap then helps the other pull up the latex suit, after it's snug he places the white ears on his head.

"You look adorable!" He says quite loudly.

"Soap shut up! And who are you talking to?" Gaz yells from the other smaller stall.

Rodolfo freezes. Soap speaks whilst holding in laughter.

"Remember that bet I told you about..?"

"No. You didn't." Gaz quickly zips up his fly and rushes out of his stall.

"Let me see right now Rodolfo!"

Rodolfo sighs, he knows everyone at the bar is going to see him anyways, why does it matter if Gaz of all people see.

They finish all the small details on Rodolfo's outfit, then they both step out of the stall, Soap carrying Rodolfo's actual clothes.

"Holy shit- You look hot!" Gaz says shocked at the other.

Rodolfo goes a deeper shade of red now, completely flustered.

Soap chimes in,

"Let's show Alejandro!" He snickered.

"No! Anyone but him.." Rodolfo whined.

Gaz and Soap looked at each-other, smirking. They both grab one of Rudy's arms and drag him out of the bathroom, to the table where Price, Ghost, and Alejandro now sit.

All three of them turn their head's synced. The cards in Alejandro's hand slip instantly, his cheeks also flush a bright red.

"Rudy what are you wearing-?" Alejandro asks to Rodolfo but instead Soap answers.

"Doesn't he look cute as a bunny? He lost a bet!" Soap smiled evilly as Gaz sat down; Both of them laughing.

Ghost lets out a small chuckle then stares back to his cards, respecting the other before him. If it was Soap though.. boy he'd like that. But, Price does the same and the two go back to their card game; Disqualifying Alejandro, they already know what's going to happen.

And as stated, Alejandro stands taking Rodolfo from Soap's hands, he wraps his jacket around the other before dragging him into the bathroom, back to the large stall.

As soon as the stall is locked Rodolfo is slammed against the wall.

"What were you thinking? Accepting a drinking challenge from Soap knowing what would happen if you lose? You wanted to be stared at? Parade yourself like a slut for others to touch, fuck? Are you trying to make me jealous?"

Rodolfo states into the others eyes, not so carefully using his next words.

"Maybe that's what I wanted, maybe I wanted to get fucked."

This made Alejandro snap, bringing his face closer to the others. He takes both of Rodolfo's hands into one of his, pinning them above his head.

"Then let me, please don't let anyone else touch you but me." The whole mood shifted even thought Alejandro's face was still stern.

"Please, mi amor."

Rodolfo looks to the other begging in front of him.

"Of course, it's the only reason I did it." He drunkenly confesses to the other.

"You accepted a drinking competition from Soap so I would fuck you?" Alejandro sounded shocked.

"So what if I did? It worked didn't it?" He giggled, moving his face closer so the other could kiss him if he wished, which Alejandro sure as hell did, he took the bait. Slamming his lips onto the others he slid his tongue in his mouth, lapping and lapping over the others until they both need to breathe. Breaking the kiss a wet trail of salvia spread between them, landing on the black latex.

"How the fuck do I get this off you.." Alejandro thought out loud.

"You could rip it off me."

He looked up again to his Rudy. Then did as said, ripping the rubber like cloth off of him, all of his muscle's were flexed at this. Rudy was shocked for the second time this night, he could see every single spec and muscle on Alejandro's arms, it made him hard, so hard it ached.

"Please get inside of me Ale.." Rudy begs as he stares at the other before him.

Alejandro is whipped, he did as told from the other,

"You need prep though love.."

"No! I can take it, swear." His now free hands cup the others face so they are forced to make eye contact.

"I'll tell you if I need you to stop."

Alejandro smirked at the other, how could someone do innocent be so naughty?

"Whatever you say love," Alejandro quickly stripped his own pants then lifted the other so he's against the wall, his thighs wrapped around Alejandro's waist. Rodolfo leans his head on Alejandro's shoulder.

"This is my fucking fantasy."

That one sentence is all it takes for Alejandro to snap his hips into the other, his full length pounds inside of Rodolfo.

"Ah-!" Rodolfo bit down on the others shoulder to cover his moans,

"Let me hear your pretty sounds."

Rodolfo lifts his head from the others shoulder; letting his moans fill the bathroom. He'd feel sorry if there was anyone else in here, having to hide away from the wrath of Alejandro if they were to get caught hearing the pornographic sounds Rodolfo was making. They have got to work on Alejandro's possessivenesses.

With every thrust he can feel Alejandro's define cock, shit even the veins on it, every little detail he can feel it as it pounds in and out of him; The heat starting to rise throughout his whole body.

"M' close love.." Rudy mutters out letting his thighs and hole be fucked by the sex god before him.

"I'm not, can you hold?" Alejandro asks, worried for the other if he wouldn't be able to.

"For you, I would hold the earth." Rudy smiled and brought the other for another heated kiss.

Alejandro smirked into the kiss, he is deeply in love with him, he would do anything he asks. Anything.

His thrust start getting more sloppy, he looks up from where Rodolfo's untouched dick is to his face, the expression on his face was like a piece of art, a masterpiece. He is so lucky he is the only one able to see this artwork.

He quickens his pace once again, trying to get the other to cum untouched. And as said Rodolfo does. Strings of white sticky substance leak from his cock, leaving it on his stomach and the bottom part of Alejandro's.

His body goes limp, now all the work is left to Alejandro, his pace gets any faster if possible, using the other like a toy.

"I love you Rodolfo, I would trade my life and soul for you, My heart is so full of you I can't call it my own."

Alejandro cums into the other, painting his walls white and letting it drip down his thighs onto the floor, carefully he pulls out, not wants to hurt the other. He then places Rodolfo on the ground lightly, Rodolfo still standing just instead leaning against the wall.

"I'm sorry we couldn't do this somewhere nicer mi amor.." Alejandro apologizes.

Rodolfo chuckled,

"If all I had to do was wear a bunny suit to get you to fuck me I would have done it years ago." He smiles and kissing the other gentle now.

"Do not apologize Ale, I loved every second, even if I am to now how a 'rug burn' on my back.."

Ale smiled, so in love with him.

"Let me wake up every morning by you, I want to breathe you in like oxygen the second I rise. Please Rudy.."

Rodolfo pulls him into a tight hug, his head resting under the others chin, they have always had a slight height differences.

"If that's your way of asking me, of course no amor." Rodolfo says then pulls him in for another kiss.

*

Silence,

"Rudy doesn't have his clothes guys.." Soap said to the dead silent table, they head all of it.

Ghost stands and drags Soap away,

'This brat needs to be taught a lesson' Is all Simon can think.

#alerudy #alejandro mw2 #alejandro x rodolfo #alejandro vargas cod #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #rodolfo parra cod #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #task force 141

[nostalgebraist]

comments on almost nowhere for new readers

A few points that may be useful to people who didn't read Almost Nowhere before it was complete, but who are planning to read it now. (AKA "archival readers," as opposed to "serial readers.")

(1)

You'll want to read it fast enough that you don't lose track of the plot.

But, you probably shouldn't read it as quickly as you can. If you "binge-read" it over a very short span of time, some of the effect will be dulled or lost.

When planning out the story, I thought a lot about the reader's evolving state of knowledge. "What the reader knows" was almost like a character unto itself, and an important one.

For example:

I tried to create a enjoyable, continual "rotation" of mysteries, with new questions arising at the same time that old questions get answered, repeatedly across the course of the book.

In between the point when a question is raised and the point when it finally gets a definitive answer, I often tried to create a succession of interesting intermediate states. For example, the reader might first encounter something important in the form of an enigmatic, unexplained name or phrase, mentioned incidentally. Later, the same term starts appearing more often, and gets more coloration, and this coloration is different each time, so that the sum total of "what the reader knows" traces out a series of different "shapes" over time.

So you'll have the most fun if you stop regularly to savor your current state of knowledge. The questions that haven't been answered yet, the partial glimpses you've seen of things you don't fully get. Maybe even go back and re-read earlier bits, if you like.

(1b)

All that said, I also want to caution against viewing the book as a puzzle you're meant to be able to solve on your own, like a "fair-play whodunit."

I intended it to be fun for the reader to wonder about how the questions will be answered, but there's no pretense of playing fair. And that "fun" is often more aesthetic and thematic than it is intellectual.

(2)

Almost Nowhere is divided into 3 parts.

You can see them if you look at the table of contents. In Part 1, the chapter titles are Roman numerals. In Part 2, chapters have verbal titles, together with Arabic numerals that start over from zero. In Part 3, the Roman numerals resume again.

The three parts tell a single continuous story, and share most of the same major characters. But each one is somewhat distinct in its style, tone, themes, and areas of focus, and each one extends the scope of the plot considerably.

Maybe the closest comparison-point is a trilogy of SF/F novels, where each of the sequels is clearly "its own book" that feels distinct from the other two books, while still continuing the story in a coherent way.

I mention this here in the hope that these transitions will be less jarring if you're prepared in advance for them.

(2b)

In another, more "spiritual" sense, Almost Nowhere really has just two parts.

The transition happens at Chapter 13, which could fairly be grouped either into the first or the second part, or both, or neither.

Why? Up through Chapter 12, my planning for future events had been fairly slapdash and vague. I was still in the "throw stuff at the wall so I can create the real story by looking for patterns in it later" stage of my unusual creative process.

After Chapter 12, I thought "okay, that's enough of that. Vague inklings of the future aren't sufficient anymore. It's time to get start being more serious about my planning. It's time to 'create the real story.'"

So I did a bunch of that, and it profoundly shaped everything from Chapter 13 onward. (I don't know how obvious this transition would be if you didn't know about it beforehand; to me it feels very obvious, but maybe deceptively so.)

It goes deeper than that. Chapter 13 is tonally different than any of the preceding ones -- darker, more personal, with a new focus on obsession, bittersweet reflection on the past, regret, resignation. And, semi-accidentally, that ended up setting the tone for the whole rest of the book.

It's not all like that afterwards, to the same extent. But that stuff is always there, at least in the background.

I don't know if this is actually useful to know or not, but I felt like mentioning it, so there it is.

(3)

Like Floornight and TNC before it, Almost Nowhere is a hybrid.

It combines elements from a number of different genres and story types that would not normally be seen alongside one another. At the same time, it doesn't really belong to any of the genres or story types that it draws from.

This aspect of my fiction tends to elicit bimodal responses. When I mix one type of story with another, it tends to come off either as the best-of-both-worlds or the worst-of-both-worlds, depending on the reader.

Some people see five individually good "normal" books, merged into one and singing in harmony. And people see five half-assed attempts to do five different things, without following through on the promises of any one of them.

For example, I noted above that I put a lot of care into setting up mysteries, and I expected the reader to be very aware of them. And I also noted that the story isn't very rewarding if treated like a puzzle that can be "solved" in advance.

But some people are going to see the mysteries, and the care put into them, and think, "ah, I know (and enjoy) this genre, this is a puzzle you're supposed to work out in advance." And these people aren't wrong; it does kind of look like that, especially at the beginning.

Likewise, Almost Nowhere has several chapters that explain math and physics concepts to the characters and to the reader -- either real ones, or fictitious ones that have some pretense of continuity with real math and physics. Sometimes these get very involved, in the manner of Stephenson or Egan.

A reader who sees this stuff, and thinks "ah, I know (and enjoy) this genre," is likely to be disappointed when they discover that the story is not really about math or physics in any deep way. Certainly not about real math or physics. The invented "physics" is closer to the core of it, but less so than some other things -- and anyway, there is more of pure fantasy to it than serious scientific extrapolation.

Like Floornight, AN is arguably "best" described as a fantasy story, and not the GoT kind of fantasy -- the highly aestheticized, thematic, emotional kind of fantasy, where "feels" and "vibes" are almost literally magic and drive everything from the inside out.

But if you read it for that genre, specifically, it may feel odd that it keeps lapsing into long descriptions of nuts-and-bolts plot mechanics, and into laborious explanations of made-up technobabble. Or into setting up "puzzles" that almost feel solvable-in-advance.

Or just, like, being written in this really weird, particular, often opaque style.

I can't just say "leave all your genre preconceptions at the door," as if it were that simple -- as though one could just do that by force of will. But be aware that the elements you recognize, from other fiction, may not be there for the usual reasons.

But they are there for a reason.

When I think about why I write, I often come back to an answer that Andrew Hussie gave on Formspring long ago:

Q: Do you enjoy your own work? I mean if Homestuck was made by someone else and not you, is it the kind of thing you would like reading [...]? A: I am making the kind of thing I would want to read. I am making the kind of thing I wish existed, but doesn't. Yet.

I am doing that, too. I'm taking elements from all over, and building something else out of them. It looks deceptively like the sources it draws from, but it's very different from any of them, underneath.

If it had already existed, it would not have been necessary for me to invent it.

(4)

As I mentioned in the last bullet point, Almost Nowhere is written in a very particular style.

This style gets better-defined over time, and more ossified, and possibly more extreme. (Chapter 13 played the same role in this process as it did in various others, for instance.)

At various times, I've said that Almost Nowhere is my favorite of my stories, or the most ambitious or accomplished one, or the one I like most on re-reading. And that is all true -- in certain senses, anyway.

But I don't want to convey the impression that I think the "Almost Nowhere house style" is like, the epitome of Good Writing or something. Or even that it's my best writing, necessarily. It simply is what it is, as much for consistency's sake as anything else.

(I confess there were times when I looked back on something I'd just wrote, and thought to myself: "I'm not actually sure this is, like, good. Maybe it isn't. But is is definitely Almost-Nowherey, that's for sure." And then I let it stand, for that reason.)

In the best-case scenario, you'll find that you greatly enjoy the "Almost Nowhere house style." If it's not to your taste, hopefully you will find it at least tolerable enough that you can access and enjoy other aspects of the book.

But if you find that really dislike the style, this book is probably not for you, sorry.

It's over 300,000 words, and they're all like that. I wouldn't want someone to force themselves through 300k words while hating every one of them, in the name of finding out what happens, or being a nostalgebraist completionist, or whatever.

#almost nowhere

[muzzleroars]

How does Gabriel make use for his new tail, other than letting V1 play with it? Do the two of them play with some of his other features to?

SO glad this came right after the last ask bc i can expand on how gabriel comes to accept himself, both through v1 and through his own experimentation. gabriel, in the beginning, finds his tail to be a huge nuisance - the hatred gives way to annoyance when he's got this massive new appendage that his brain hasn't fully mapped out yet. meaning it's constantly knocking things off shelves and tables, getting caught in doors, and generally just getting in the way when he continuously fails to account for it!!! he feels utterly clumsy, though v1 just finds it funny that every time he turns around now, something inevitably crashes behind him as his tail sweeps another breakable straight to the floor. however, something he does actually start to like about it is how it conveys his emotion - his wings and halo used to do so but ever since they turned white and began to wither, he's felt like expression is more difficult, that he can seem flat when he's unable show his feelings properly. but now his tail fits the same niche, lifting up when he's happy, swishing when he's thinking or curious, dragging on the floor when he's sad or bristling when he's angry. it's much more diverse than he though it would be, and he finds he missed being able to easily express his emotions (he's a passionate guy!!! i think he kind of likes wearing his heart on his sleeve) it sort of opens him up to it more, accepting that it does have its uses, and his appreciation just grows from there.

v1 starts playing with it in this phase, as gabriel begins to let it do as it pleases in a sense - like how he had little control over his wings changing color, he decides not to stifle his tail moving with him. so when he reads or composes music, it tends to swish around as he's lost in thought and it sort of keeps time like a metronome to help his concentration. v1 CAN'T ignore it, head snapping back and forth with each movement until it launches itself at him and, after automatic retaliation (re.....reTAILiation.....), gabriel realizes it was just playing. playing in a way it never could before with him, and also just taking it so much less seriously than he does. it really hits him that the baggage truly isn't there for v1, so after that he does sometimes start flicking his tail around knowing full well v1 is just behind him (even snapping it around quickly to "dodge" v1's pouncing lol). this grows into him beginning to test out what he can do with it in sparring matches, seeing if it has enough bulk and force to actually help him in battle if he gets enough control of it. v1 is thrilled to him start to sweep and smack with it, largely relying on it as a backup tactic but once it's incorporated into his fighting style...they both know he's accepted it as a part of who he is. and finally, again like his wings...he begins to use it to cover up v1 at night (his tail, like the rest of him, is quite chilly, so it's a great cybergrind help too)

as for his other features, v1 enjoys them all as well - it loves grabbing onto his horns and having him left it up, swinging it around and sometimes fully launching it. the claws it just thinks are VERY neat and it loves seeing him rip more and more into enemies with them. it maybe convinces him at least a couple times to let it try painting them and it's um. it's some ai art all right!!! the biggest fun v1 probably has outside of his tail though is his usage of hell energy, which is the last adjustment he makes. it LOVES playing hell tennis with him, both of them parrying the bombs back and forth while he gradually adds more and more to see how many they can juggle between them. once he harnesses it well enough, able to achieve a level of finesse as a fallen angel that most demons can't, he crafts bombs that v1 can use and carry in battle. it delights in learning how to handle them, despite blowing itself up a fair few times in the process (both through its naive usage and gabriel's formula not being exactly right yet lol) gabriel does need to tell it to use them CAREFULLY in actual battle, as it soon figures out how to launch them and blast them with the railcannon which gives it an explosive power it probably never should have. but all of v1's enthusiasm truly gives gabriel the extra push he needs to fully embrace this new body, its excitement catching onto him and making him want to explore all he has now. to be so thoroughly, genuinely loved even at his lowest...it makes him want to see exactly what it sees

#this phase of their relationship makes me. IT MAKES ME. melty #maybe im making them too cutesy but aauughhh they have so much love for each other #and gabriel coming to love himself after never achieving that in all his millennia under god #i think he deserves happiness!!! #cake answers #v1 #fallen gabriel #ask queue: 17 #rise and fall au

[your-local-baguette]

Julian loki x reader

Warnings: none just julian being the sweetest

Authors note: this is my first time making a julian oneshot. So might and probably will be oc

Summary: oneshot in which you spend a sweet and soft evening with your boyfriend, you went with him to japan.

A speaker was blasting music in the shared apartment of you and your boyfriend. You sang along with the lyrics, it was one out of a millions voice, this one melodious voice was yours. It your version of the version blasting, you loved listening to your own voice, that how confident you were.

You chopped onions in awfully even bits, the sound of the knife hitting the board felt like it was matched with the song. You scraped the knife against the cutting board, the now cut onion bring pushed in a frying pan with layers of beef, pasta, cheese and tomato sauce. It was your version of a lasagna, yes, cooked in a frying pan, it might sound weird but its actually very delicious and you dont even close the frying pan with a glass covering. It was also one of your boyfriends favorite, congratulating him after playing against the blue lock members. The door opened to a someone you knew oh too well, but some people were with him. You stopped your activities to greet your champion, his face lit up at the sight of you, he hugged you tightly while your arms were around his neck. When you tried to back away he held you a little tighter, whispering in your ear" im sorry, i didn't tell you." You backed away booping his nose, " its fine" you said not whispering this time. " Welcome! Make yourself feel at home. Dinner should be ready in thirty minutes" you said taking off the coat of julian shoulders. They nodded, while you hang his cpat properly, you heard a small sniffing sound" you cooked your frying pan lasagna" " yup!" You cooed at your turn popping the p, walking back to the kitchen. His teammates seemed to already to like the ambiance here, you lowered the music a little. " That doesn't sound like nicki minaj, who's version is this?" One of his teammates asked" it's my version" you answered without a second thought preparing the table in advance. You took out some bris and vegetables, cutting them in even bits and placing them on the table. Right after this you took off your apron revealing a much oversized shirt, the owner, julian, recognized it. You went to you and julian shared room to get your laptop, sitting next to him at the dinning table, so you could keep an eye on the cooking dinner. He seemed to be having fun with his teammates, you were glad. Suddenly the volume of the music, the google assistant of your phone now speaking. " Youtube as sent you an important notification. Would you like for me to read it?" The robot questionned" no" you answered clearly so the robot would process your answer easily. The music went back to its original volume, your boyfriend yook hold of your phone typing the pin code quickly, all your notification popped up. He scrolled till he saw youtube, his teammates didn't care and kept talking as an occupation before he dived back in with them. He froze at the notification, you turned your gaze to him, he started smiling whispering the news into your ears. You smiled and nodded thanking him with a peck, he couldn't help but extend his smile.

...

He waved to the last of his teammate, after the door was closed again, his eyes laid on you. He gave you an invitation to picking you up, not verbally of course, you nodded before he effortlessly picked you up bridal style. Carrying you to your shared bedroom, he finally could have his alone time with you and snuggle into your warmth. He laid on top of you, burrying his face in your neck, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running up and down the back of his neck. He waited all day to be able to feel this welcoming warmth, even tho he liked football, you were his world so if he didn't have you welcoming him back home after a match or pratice, what was the point to going the next day. He didn't know, you were his main motivation, you whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Earning a blushing mess hiding in the crook of your neck, words of praise was one of weaknesses, you were his strength as much as you were his weakness. But he was glad either way, because he didn't love eith his mind or heart, he loved you with his soul.

His head left the crook of your neck and your gaze wondered on his even features, he left a soft and loving kiss on your lips. Soon after you both fell asleep, both in an slumber as deep as your shared love...

[callsigndragon]

Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 36: The night we lost it all ✍️📲

Word count: 2.5k

warnings: alcohol, mention of babies (duh), gINA (deserves a warning), cute stuff and the angst starts here pals.

A/N: WE'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. okay okay i have this story P L A N N E D to the minimum, i'm just struggling to find time to actually sit down and finishing it- but we're getting there heheh

Also if anyone wants to be added to the tag list to not miss any chapter (we're on the final part, babes) let me know in the comments!

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It doesn’t take long for the guys to get to the pub, all eager and excited to spend a night celebrating the arrival of the two younger Bradshaws. The place invites people to feast with its dim light and cozy atmosphere; it’s the place they go when the Hard Deck is closed. 

Bradley approaches the bartender, ordering a round of beer for all his family. Beers keep coming, all gathering around a joyful Bradley and a teary-eyed Goose. One is delighted by this new stage of his life, not only as Carole and JJ’s father, but also as Hen’s future partner. The other one can't believe that he’s finally a grandfather. He really thought this day would never come. 

Once all of them have beers in their hands, they stand in a circle around Bradley, raising them and toasting for the new dad and the new babies of the family. 

“We’re gonna be doing this again in a month once Maeve is born?” Bob jokes, patting Jake’s back. 

The soon-to-be dad for the second time only smiles, sighing happily. “Man, I can't wait to hold my little princess.” 

Bradley laughs, knowing that feeling. Even though Jake is a father already and loves Liam with his whole soul, that feeling of wanting to have your newborn is so bad that you have to keep waiting for a bit longer... That’s a feeling they're always going to have. Even though they are dads already. 

Not that Bradley is thinking about having more babies. 

"I'm fearing for whoever gets close to Maeve when she's older," Bradley jokes while placing an arm over Jake's shoulders. "That poor girl won't be able to date until she's in her thirties." 

"It hasn't even been born yet, don't talk about dating!" Jake whines at the image of his own future. 

"Well, let's forget about that and have fun!" Mickey says. And before the group dissolves into smaller ones, Bradley clears his throat, catching everyone's attention. 

"I have… some news to share with you." 

Reuben leaves his beer on a nearby table, reading himself for the news that, most likely, will flip the family's world upside-down. After all, there's been a tendency for that since Red showed up in their lives. "What is it, Rooster?" 

Bradley’s grin couldn't be bigger when he announces the recent news. "Hen has finally given me a chance! We're going out on a date once her c-section is healed." 

Goose fist bumps proudly and laughs in his very own fashion. “I knew she was the one for you, son.” 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It’s just a date.” 

Jake smirks, licking his lips before teasing Bradley. “The last date brought us here, to celebrate the birth of your two kids.” 

“It wasn’t even a date.”

“Then only God knows what can result from that date.” Ice quips, earning a smack in the head from Slider. “Well, old glories. Let’s go play some pool.” 

“You still know how to do that, Admiral?” Mav raises a defiant eyebrow while chuckling. 

“Prepare yourself, captain. I’m going to beat your ass.” 

Bradley and Jake watch as the old men leave for the pool table. Those four hadn’t been able to have a proper conversation in years and now? Now they have so much catching up to do. And all of them are really happy that the problem is finally solved. 

Mickey, Bob, and Rooster leave to play some darts. And Jake, Reuben, and Javy, as designated drivers, stay behind and watch them have a fun time. 

Gina’s plan starts right now. She had been following Rooster all day, and hoped to approach him once he was left alone. But this stupid family is like a package deal, you want one? You have to get them all. 

And that’s not making her job easy. 

Lucky for her, once they reach the pub and after their initial toast, they all split into smaller groups. Two of them accompany Rooster to play darts. Mickey and Bob, if she can remember correctly. Gina had been following them long enough to know their names. 

The wizzos play darts while Bradley sits on a stool, looking at his phone. 

It’s the moment she’s been waiting for. 

Smoothing her black dress, she walks to the table, drink in hand, with a seductive smile plastered on her face. “Here alone?”

Rooster doesn’t even raise his eyes from the phone, watching videos of his babies. “No, I’m with my family.” 

Gina notices the empty beer, and sees an opportunity to make conversation. “Can I get you anothe–?” 

Rooster leaves his phone for a second, frowning and annoyed because who dares to disturb him? “Look, you seem like a nice girl, so I’m going to be direct. I have someone waiting for me at home, and I am not interested.” 

And with that, Rooster gets up and walks to the bar to get himself another beer. 

Gina starts to panic as she sees her plan crumbling before her eyes. But then, she realizes that not everything is lost yet. If she can't have Hen's man... she can have her friend.

Mickey turns the dart between his fingers, feeling the rugged surface of the barrel on his fingertips. He has come to a realization: Jinx won’t be able to give him what he wants, so he needs to stop trying, and stop forcing her to take a step in a direction she doesn’t want to. 

It’s time to move on. 

“Mickey, I can hear the wheels in your head turning from here,” mentions Bob while lowering his arm. He was ready to throw the dart, but his friend’s silence was bothering him a bit. “What’s going on?” 

“I’m gonna move on, Bob.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Mickey leaves the dart in Bob’s hand, sighing. “It’s time to get over Jinx.” 

Bob sits down next to him, his dart game long forgotten. “Are you sure? Didn’t Red say that she cared about you in the way you wanted?” 

Drumming his fingers on the table, Mickey looks at his friend. “She’s been having anxiety attacks again... She told me that it wasn’t because of me, but I definitely triggered them. I can’t allow that.”

“Mickey, you two should sit down and talk about all this. In person, not over text.” 

“I don’t know, Bob... I think it’s time to stop.” 

And as if the universe was agreeing with him, he sees a gorgeous blonde girl standing behind them, alone with her whiskey. She raises her eyes, making eye contact with Mickey, before offering him an inviting smile. She wants him to approach her. 

Bob looks at the exchange happening before him, frowning at how his friend seems to have made up his mind already. Is he going to pursue the first girl he sees as a rebound? Judging by the way he gets up and walks to the blonde woman, that’s exactly what he’s going to do. 

Bob shakes his head, and goes to sit with Rooster. Whatever Mickey is going to do, Bob knows that he doesn’t want to be involved with it.

Ten minutes. 

That’s how long it takes Gina to slide her tongue into Mickey’s mouth. Bob and Rooster can’t believe what they’re seeing, and even though both of them are deceived by the wizzo’s actions, Mickey and Jesse are not official. He’s not cheating on her. 

But it kind of feels like it. 

Rooster can’t stand the image anymore and leaves to talk with Jake, Mav, and Goose. Once he’s near, Goose claps his hand slowly, ready to tease his son. “Have you stopped looking at pics of your kids?”

Bradley laughs, placing a hand on his chest. “Have you seen them? They’re so cute! I can’t stop looking at them.” 

Jake shakes his head, taking a sip from his soda. “Remember when you told me how whipped I was the day after I saw Liam? Now you get it.” 

Rooster remembers that conversation like it was yesterday. He can’t believe Red has been in their lives for a year already. It feels longer. “Yeah, now I get it. Man, if something happens to those kids…” 

“Nothing will happen to them. They’re safe with us. But whoever tries to get close to them will unleash the fury of the female family members.” Maverick jokes, patting Jake’s shoulder. “And I’m actually talking about your wife.” 

“She’s the most badass woman I’ve ever seen,” Jake’s soft smile makes Mav laugh. He’s happy for his son and for all the things he’s accomplished, and he's proud of how he was almost completely alone a year ago and now is getting ready to prepare for a wedding with the love of his life and his two kids. 

“You two have come so far… I’m sure Goose thought that Bradley was a lost cause, too.” 

“Hey!” 

Goose tilts his head, admitting that Mav is right. “I mean… yeah. I thought you would end up alone.” 

Bradley scoffs, sitting down and getting another beer. “Thanks for the trust, dad.” 

“Any time, son!” 

The four men laugh, relishing the moment. It’s not everyday that they have something as beautiful to celebrate as the arrival of two new babies. They all know, deep down, that this happiness won’t last long. There’s someone out there threatening their dear Hen. The four men are ready to do whatever it takes to protect her. 

Maverick is her father. Nobody will touch her as long as he’s alive. 

Jake is her brother. He has finally gotten the family he craved so much, and nobody is going to take it away from him. 

Goose is the grandfather of Carole and JJ. His once small family is growing up, and he won’t let anyone risk that. 

And Bradley… Hen is the missing piece in his puzzle. The woman who, knowing the brokenness of his soul, is willing to love him. He will do whatever it takes to make sure she and the babies are safe. 

Nobody will touch Hen Mitchell. 

“...would you hate me if I left?” Bradley questions shyly. The three men laugh and shake their heads. 

“How much did you drink?” Jake asks in return before giving him the car keys. 

“Only a beer and a half. I've been trying to get you all drunk so I could sneak away and go see my girl and the babies.” He confesses, opening his hand. 

Jake leaves the keys in Rooster’s open palm and laughs. “Goose, you owe me ten.” 

“Will you stop making bets on me?” Bradley fakes annoyance while pulling a bunch of bills and hands them to Jake. “Pay their drinks for me, will ya?” 

“Aye aye, Lt.”

Bradley turns around to leave, watching as Mickey and that girl are still sucking faces. “Don’t want to know how that ends.” 

Jake, who was still unaware of Mickey’s current activities, almost drops the bills in his hand. He can’t see the girl’s face, but Mickey seems to be enjoying his time with her.  “Oh my fucking God.” 

“What now?” Mav groans, leaving his beer on the bar. 

“Jesse is coming here to confess to Mickey.” 

“She what?” Goose exclaims, watching the two lovebirds. He has her pressed against one of the pillars at the back of the bar, hands placed on her hips, while she grabs him by the back of his neck, pulling him as close as possible. They can’t see her face due to the angle, but one thing is for sure. 

She is nothing compared to Jesse. 

“I’m gonna leave. I don’t want to see the drama.” Bradley mutters, raising his hands in defeat, and leaves the bar. 

Jake gets his phone from his pocket and quickly dials Jesse’s number. But she doesn’t answer. Jake texts her, telling her to answer the phone, to text him, but she must be driving. There's no way he can reach her. 

Maybe he can wait for her out the bar, stop her from coming in. "Pops, I'm gonna wait for Jinx outside. She doesn't deserve to see this." 

"Yeah, you do that. I'll try to make Mickey leave through the back door." Mav offers, and when both men are about to walk their separate ways, they see Jinx standing a few feet away from them… her whole face contorted in pure horror once she realizes that she was too late. 

She has lost Mickey. 

"Jake, go." Maverick pushes him in her direction, and Jake gives them the money Bradley had given him before, knowing well that he won't be coming back. 

"Jake…" Jesse whimpers when she sees his friend, as tears run down her face. 

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay, honey. Let's get you home," mutters Jake while softly pushing her out of the pub. 

"I-I can't go home. What if he takes that girl home to fuck her?" 

Jake sighs, knowing that she's right. "We'll go to my home, okay?" 

"Tell me I'm dreaming, please. Just tell me this is a nightmare." She says, bursting into tears. Jake hugs her and leads her to his car, no way he's letting her ride her bike all the way home in such a state. 

Once she's sat down and the seat belt is secured, Jake closes the door and calls his wife. 

"Jake? Did Jinx get there? Are they kissing?" Red blurts, waiting for his responses. 

"She did get here, but Mickey was kissing another girl when she entered the bar."

There's a collective gasp. Jake knows he’s on speaker, and all the girls are listening to him. "He did what?!" 

"Mom, I'm as surprised as you are." He sighs, walking to his side of the 

"Bring her home, Jake. We'll take care of her.” Red offers, and Jake can hear all the girls whispering and talking along with the distinctive sound of people packing up their things to leave. 

“Girls, you don’t have to stop your night for this…”

“She needs her friends now, Jake.” Hen states, coming closer to the phone. “Take care of her for us, will ya?” 

“I will, don’t worry. By the way, Rooster is on his way to get you. He couldn’t stay away from you and the kids any longer.” 

The girls reply with a big aww in unison, as if they had rehearsed it, and it makes Hen chuckle. “I know, he texted me.”

“Take care of him for me, will ya?” 

“I will. Now come home. Red and Jazz are preparing a room for Jesse.”

Jake hangs up and gets in the car. He’s about to try and calm Jesse a bit when he sees Mickey’s figure walking out the bar. Jake swears under his breath before starting the engine and driving away from this place.

Tagging the usual people hehe

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[storiesofsvu]

Olivia Benson Caring for a s/o w/anxiety

FAM! This took way longer to write than I expected, but honestly, 99% of it is because it’s LITERALLY my life. I’ve been coping/dealing with anxiety/panic disorders for years and its terrible. So yes, the restaurant story is something that happened to me, darker alcohol WILL affect your nerves the next day, and for all of you out there who deal with similar situations, I see you, I hear you and I feel you. I know how terrible and tough this is and I love each and every one of you. 

Also TW: Anxiety/panic attacks

***

The first time it happens is after a very long week of work with barely enough sleep to keep you going, the entire squad had been living off caffeine to keep going which only made the situation worse. You and Olivia had brought a couple of files to Barba for more warrants and end up getting into it with him, he in turn comes after you, criticizing your police work. You do your best to hold your ground but he can’t help but roll his eyes at the tremor in your lower lip, the glassiness of your eyes, you storm from the room and he mutters something that sounds like ‘pathetic’. Liv tells him to smarten up and not be such an asshole, finding you outside Hogan Place pacing, trying to burn off the adrenaline burning through your veins.

At first she thinks that you were just riled up, tired from the rough week, upset at the way Barba came after you, though he was always an ass, and you were usually able to spit back just as much fire as he was. She gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek, telling you to go home, try to get some sleep, take the weekend off.

The second time she noticed you’d been on edge all day, snapping a couple times you probably shouldn’t have, your hands were nearly shaking, your paperwork was a scribbly mess when it was usually immaculate. The squad headed out for drinks, you were beyond thankful to be done with the day, dropping down into a chair, swigging back a hefty amount of your drink. The bar was crowded today, loud, the squad was letting off steam, shouting over the music, Amanda started flicking bits of coaster across the table at Carisi, making fun of whatever story he was telling. It only took a second for you to down the rest of your drink, slipping away from the table, flagging down a cab. Everything rung in your ears, feeling completely overstimulated, you needed quiet, you needed peace, you needed darkness. You felt your body trembling the entire ride home, your heart palpitating way too fast, your chest constricted so tightly you felt like you could burst at any second. You hated being enclosed in the small space, hating more at the music playing from the radio, trying to take deep breaths, quickly tossing cash at the driver as you clambered out, thankful for the cold air.

When you got up to your apartment you burst into tears, finally letting out the tension in your body. You felt like you sobbed for hours, throat hoarse by the time you thought you were done, the need to move still driving through you, pacing back and fourth through the living room. Your phone pinged, Olivia, asking if you were okay. You replied with a simple “I need you here please.”

It felt like moments later that she was at your door, you buried yourself into her arms, a fresh set of tears throbbing through your body. She held you close, tight, the embrace that you simply needed so badly in that moment. Her lips softly meeting your head, she was concerned, but didn’t ask any questions until you finally pulled away, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose. A muted ‘Sorry’ coming from your lips, barely able to meet her gaze.

She guides you to the couch, asking if you want to talk, you apologize again, saying that nothing particular is wrong. It takes a minute, her soothing squeeze of your hand makes you meet her eyes, admitting that you deal with anxiety. It’s something that sprouted unexpectedly, you’d never dealt with it in your adolescent life, and it was always worse when you were low on sleep, had caffeine, or the day after a big drinking night. You got overstimulated easily, and tonight it was just too much for you. As much as it wreaked havoc on your body you preferred not to take the Ativan, attempting to calm yourself down, doing breathing exercises, cooling your body down, something as simple as jumping jacks to burn off the extra adrenaline. You knew things could be a hell of a lot worse and you didn’t want the Ativan to lose it’s effect when you had an actual panic attack. 

The first time you’d had a panic attack was your last year of college, you’d been out late with friends, having downed at least a full bottle of red wine, despite having to open the restaurant Saturday morning. You felt groggy and on edge all morning, your body shaking with energy, the hungover part of you divulged in greasy food and a Venti espresso filled coffee to give you the energy to get through the day. You felt light headed, shaky, nearly like you couldn’t breathe. It was Pride, the restaurant would be FULL this afternoon, so you mentioned to your manager that you weren’t sure if you could make it through the 10 hour shift, knowing something was wrong. It was halfway through taking payment for a table that you stumbled to the hostess stand, a simple “I can’t breathe.” before you had to sink to the floor, scared and barely able to see. You’d already taken a Benadryl and your inhaler. The hospital wasn’t able to figure out what was wrong, but upon doing more research over mental health you figured it out yourself months later.

You’d much rather take the Ativan in something like that than the little anxiety bursts you experienced.

Olivia’s quick to take this into part of her daily life. She doesn’t overbear you with questions, but she’s going to be checking in with you, a soft smile on her face, a little squeeze to the shoulder.

She always makes sure your medication is refilled before it really needs to be, and that it’s in your bag at all times. It can only take a second for something to trigger you, and she wants to make sure that you’re always taken care of.

She knows that sometimes you need her embrace like nothing else, and sometimes that physical contact will make things horrifically worse, always asking for your permission before she touches you.

She comes to learn that temperature is a big thing with anxiety, with the higher heart rate you’re burning up. She’ll always drag you outside in the cooler months, letting you breathe until you calm down, despite the fact that she’s freezing. In the summer months she always makes sure the ice cube tray is full, holding one against your neck or wrists, cooling down your blood, reminding you that it’s going to be okay.

Olivia encourages you into a physical activity, knowing that morning runs will help you burn off the extra adrenaline coursing through you, she enlists Amaro to teach you some boxing techniques, taking out your emotions that way.

You very well know what she’s doing, but you won’t admit it to her, simply coming home to her with a smile on your face, kissing her softly as you tell her how much you love her.

Olivia’s always going to keep a careful eye on you, watching for signs that she knows mean you’re slipping into a state of overstimulation, making sure you’re getting enough sleep, getting enough healthy foods, not using alcohol to cope (or that if your are that you’re onto things like vodka soda and not scotch or red wine ‘cause they trigger it more). She always makes sure to fill your coffee with half decaf, knowing how the caffeine affects the jitter in your chest. 

Most of all she never judges you for it, she accepts it as part of who you are, and you remind her of how thankful you are of that every night. Her heart swells with the fact that she’s the only person you want to be around when you’re going through an attack, she knows it isn’t ideal, but knowing she’s the only one allowed to touch you makes it known that you love her, and only her. ___________________________

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[strangerobsession]

I Cast Knock on the Door

Votes are in! I'll probably do more lil one-shots based on ACOC because I'm mentally ill and I'm obsessed with these silly little guys.

Gender neutral reader, and they play a character named Theo who can be imagined as masc, fem, or neither.

Summery: Things are going sideways for the party in Eddie's new political corruption campaign. PCs are dying and betrayals are occurring, but morale is regained when you achieve a small victory and catch Eddie of-guard.

SPOILERS FOR DIMENSION 2O'S A CROWN OF CANDY UNDER THE CUT

Word Count: 1,446

Masterlist

“I think we brought this on ourselves, guys.” You muttered, leaning back in your chair with a heavy sigh. “We did let Eddie do a murder campaign.”

Everyone at the table had been practically paralyzed for the past twenty-five minutes. The incredulous sputtering from the unexpected betrayal by a favorite NPC had turned into silence as Eddie now somberly narrated Mike’s character’s death.

He chuckled quietly, shrugging. “I told you; if you play royals, everyone’s gonna try to assassinate you.”

“It’s okay, Eddie’ll pull an NPC out of his ass that he was gonna introduce later for you to play.” Gareth, who’d also had his character killed off, said kindly to Mike.

“You got one for me, too?” Jeff asked, laughing tiredly.

“Oh, you’re fine, you’re still alive.” Eddie waved him off.

“Cruller just threw me off the roof of my own castle.” Jeff deadpanned. “I might be fucked.”

When Eddie had pitched his latest campaign idea, everyone had been excited about doing something different. The picture he’d painted of the world and the lore had been too good to pass up. Even when he’d explicitly said “I will be trying to kill you every step of the way,” Hellfire still gave him the stamp of approval, and set about creating new characters.

Now? Dustin’s familiar and best friend had been killed, Gareth was on his second character, Jeff seemed close to death, and now Mike needed a new character.

Eddie laughed again. “Well, for now,” He gestured to you. “Theo?”

“Mm-hmm?” You grunted quietly at the sound of your character’s name.

“You are walking through the castle looking for some of the other knights. You find Toby’s quarters,” Eddie said, referring to your character, the captain of the royal guard’s second in command. “They look sort of messier than normal, which is unusual to you because he’s a very neat, crisp knight. As you go in to investigate, you see Sir Toby’s body butchered in a corner of the room.”

Your eyes widened, but Eddie wasn’t done.

“You hear the iron door of his quarters slam behind you and lock. You hear the voices of some of Cruller’s men,” He pitched his voice lower and laughed. “Keep them behind the door. Have fun in there! If you get hungry your friend Toby should be able to help you with a meal.”

You crossed your arms, and shook your head, brows furrowed. “I think Theo’s just running through everything in their head, just like a million thoughts at once. They’re thinking ‘How did I not see this? How did I not suspect this? Where’s the king?’” You sigh heavily, eyes scanning your character sheet and what few spells you have. An idea starts to form. You look up at your boyfriend, perched behind his DM screen. “Can I hear how many people are outside the door?”

“Yeah, only probably like two or three.”

You nod, glancing back at your spells. “I cast Knock on the door.”

Eddie stares at you, eyes wide and mouth gaping as your fellow party members cheer.

“Yeah!” Mike yells from next to you, pumping a fist. Dustin grabs your arm from your other side.

“It automatically unlocks the door.” You finally let yourself smile at Eddie’s shocked face- he’s so rarely thrown off his game, you can count on one hand the number of times you’d rendered him well and truly speechless during a session.

He lets out a stunned laugh, grinning widely. “You hear them snickering outside, and suddenly the door bursts off its hinges, flies and thuds into the wall across, and they whip around to look at you. Sweetheart, if you will, please roll initiative.”

You pick up your d20 between two fingers with a smirk. “Do I get any kind of surprise?”

“You’re gonna get a surprise round, absolutely.”

Dustin frowned as you rolled. “Is it just (Y/N) going?”

“Yeah, well we’ve gotta resolve this before we cut back to everyone else.” Eddie nodded.

“I got an eleven.” You inform him.

Eddie rolled behind his screen. He shakes his head with a rueful smile. “The guards got a three. Go ahead and take your surprise round.”

“Oh my god,” You laughed, scanning your possible attacks and spells. “You’re going to regret not killing me first, asshole.”

With advantage for the surprise round, you quickly dropped two out of the three guards. Eddie marked something off on his notes, still looking a little dazed. “Okay, that’s your surprise round. There is one guy left and you rolled higher on initiative. Go for it.”

You rolled a few more times, rattling off numbers to Eddie as you took out the last guard. “First attack was just five, this is…. Another eight damage.”

Not your best rolls, but luckily the palace guards had pretty low stats. Eddie nods. “Theo, they’ve locked you in this room, and they’re laughing outside. In a swirling helix of magic energy, the door explodes off its hinges, and as their faces follow, you slide out.” He waves an arm, mimicking a swinging blade. “All of these soldiers are dead before they even have a chance to draw their weapons.”

You sigh in relief. “Amazing.”

“We should get a sign or something for the room.” Dustin smirked. “‘It’s been zero days since Eddie’s plans were ruined by an unassuming spell.’”

The table laughed as Eddie leaned forward, pointing a pencil at Dustin with an impassive expression. “You’re still way too proud of that Detect Poison thing.”

“It solved the whole battle, it was awesome!” Lucas protested with a laugh.

Eddie groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Everytime,” He muttered. “Everytime I have a whole fight, one of you does that one thing that fucks it all up.”

“Your goal is to kill us, ours is to make your life a living hell.” You replied evenly, setting your dice back into neat lines. “If we have to follow the rules, so do you.”

“You’re doing a bang up job.” He quipped, before clapping his hands. “Alright, let’s cut back to Cumulous.”

. . .

“You think Eddie’s already got an NPC for Mike to take over?” Dustin asked.

“Knowing him, it’s more than likely. That or they’re working something out right now.” You shrugged. “Either way, he won’t leave him hanging.”

After the session, Eddie had asked Mike to hang back, telling him he “had something for him.” You, Dustin and Lucas waited by your car for them to be done.

“I think I’m still in shock.” Lucas commented. “I think I’ve been in shock for the past four sessions.”

“Me too,” You agreed. 

Eddie and Mike soon pushed through the front doors of Hawkins High. Eddie had an arm wrapped around the younger boy, patting him comfortingly on the shoulder. They were both smiling, though.

“Figure everything out?” You asked, holding a hand out.

“Oh yeah.” Eddie took it, kissing your knuckles. “We haven’t seen the last of Wheeler.”

“Good.” You ruffled Mike’s hair affectionately. “Pile in, boys.”

The kids clambered into your car- Dustin scrambling around to the passenger’s seat after calling shotgun- as you turned to fully face Eddie.

“Hey, that was a really good move with Knock, earlier.” He grinned. “I didn’t even know you had that one.”

“Never had to use it before- I only added after I realized how trigger happy you were with the assassination attempts.” You chuckled. “Figured it’d come in handy.”

“You’re a genius, babe.” Eddie grabbed both your hands, pressing kisses to every finger. 

Lucas knocked on the window from inside the car. “Wrap it up, lovebirds!” He called, muffled.

Eddie shot him a dirty look, then kissed you deeply. You cupped his face in one hand, using the other to flip off the groaning boys in your car.

“We still good for tomorrow?” He asked, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yup. Pick me up at 12?”

“I’ll be there.” He promised, kissing you again. 

“Okay, I should actually go and get these guys home.” You said regretfully, pulling out of Eddie’s arms. “Thanks for the session, Ed. It was really fun.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You were amazing.” He started walking backwards towards his van, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “I love you!” 

“I love you too!” You called as he got further away.

“I can’t believe you just made out with the man who murdered me in cold blood.” Mike scoffed as you slid into the driver’s seat.”

“Sometimes you have to compartmentalize, Micheal.” You replied as you started the car. “In my head, my boyfriend and the guy who’s ass I’m gonna beat in next week’s session are two very different people.”

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[damnslippyplanet]

Slippy Watches: Only Friends, Episode 1

Okay SO. A friend is feeling poorly and not able to fully do subtitles right now, and I was like, I am not local to you, I cannot bring you casseroles and pet your hair, but I can and will write you a recap of Only Friends Episode 1, because sometimes that’s friendship.  SO.  Only Friends!  I love mess.  Here we go. It's been years since I did a Slippy Watches, so let's see how this goes.

Most of our key players as outlined by a voiceover in the beginning assigning them each roles at a drunk night out are:

Mew, the designated table-holder who keeps other people from taking over the table while his friends are all off dancing and hooking up.  

Cheum, The Girl, also the designated dancer who just wants to get ONE more dance in before they call it a night.  Cheum needs more backstory.  Let’s hope she’s queer.  Girlfriend rights for Cheum!

Sand, the singer/guitarist for the bar band.  Sand is played by First and so I love him with all my heart and nothing he does could ever be a crime.

Ray, who I don’t think we actually learn until later is called that but I don’t care, who is The Drunkard in our montage.  Because he is played by Khaotung he is unfairly beautiful even with his head in a toilet.  It’s rude.

Top, because sometimes Thai BL just shrugs and gives people the names they deserve, who we don’t learn much about at this point except that he’s a hot guy who knows his way around a cheesy-smooth pickup line

Boston, The Hunter, who is at the time of our story cuddled up in a narrow hallway trying to talk his way into a threesome.

Yo, the owner of the YOLO bar where these folks apparently spend much of their time.  Yo wants everyone to have fun, get drunk, and get laid.  We love Yo, i think.

In a tidy little montage of Mew attempting to haul his assorted drunk and horny friends out of the bar we learn several things:

They are at a singles(-ish) event where various wristband colors indicate what you’re looking for and who can try to hit on you, long live hanky code in spirit if not practice

Ray is a pretty but also fighty drunk, Sand is trying to do his damn job and would just like to take a piss in peace and is not above threatening to pee on Sand’s head if he won’t get it out of the damn way, and Mew is fairly well-practiced at dragging Ray out of stupid drunk-fights he’s picked.  I assume by the time I have posted this for you, friend, there will be at least five piss-kink fics on AO3 about Sand/Ray.  Long live fandom. <3 <3 <3

Mew does not know what to do with a cute boy he has accidentally stumbled into, but Top knows exactly what to do with him so that’s fine, except for how Ray is giving Mew the disgruntled-crush eyes of I Can’t Believe You’re Letting This Guy Flirt With You Right In Front Of My Drunk Salad.  Ray drags Mew away.  Again: I love mess.

Boston would absolutely have talked himself into that threesome if Cheum hadn’t come to drag him away, RIP, Boston’s dick.  Also his phone, which gets its screen cracked when Cheum causes him to drop it.

*******

And then we are at school, where apparently Cheum, Boston, Ray, and Mew are all in business class and doing some sort of final graduation project involving creating a business plan for a hostel.  Ray’s rich dad has just sort of given them a spare house he has lying around to use for their project, which seems exceedingly normal.

Their teacher: “This is awfully ambitious given that you are four messy queer college students and also Ray might literally be asleep on his feet right now, are you sure you don’t want to rethink this?  You could literally just write me the expected report about an imaginary business plan, you don’t have to *actually start and run a hostel*.”

Students: “Nah, it will be fine, what could go wrong?”

Me, who has seen narrative foreshadowing before: *cackles*

If they’re gonna build an actual business, though, they need a designer to help them renovate their free building.  Luckily, Boston knows a guy.  Stick a pin in that, it will be relevant.

*******

But first: Boston needs to get his phone fixed.  So he slides into a phone repair place being staffed by Mark Pakin. I know his name is Nick but he’s just Mark Pakin in my heart.  There’s a bunch of flirting about who’s the nong-est of the two of them, and how oh no, Mark Pakin can’t fix the phone right on the spot, so Boston’s gonna have to leave it and come back to make fuck-eyes at Mark Pakin another day.

It’s important to know that Mark Pakin’s shirt says SVSS on the collar, and I’m sure that’s a designer, but if I want to believe that Mark Pakin is a Bingqiu shipper, you can’t stop me.  

*******

So now we are back at the bar for trivia night and I have some real questions about the nature of the trivia, like, is “what was the first hotel in Thailand” a normal thing to know?  IDK, maybe.  The important things to note here are that Mew isn’t drinking so Ray cheerfully drinks all the shots Mew wins for getting questions right, which will no doubt end well.  And that Top shows up like a heat-seeking missile to see if his pickup line impressed Mew the other day, answers the hotel trivia question, and slides on into the booth to help them rock trivia night.  Ray: Not happy.  Still drinking. 

HEY GUESS WHAT, Top is the designer Boston knows who can help them all with their unnecessarily complicated hostel project.  Love that for Top, Mew, and me.  I’m not sure if it’s an academic integrity issue but that seems like too complicated a question for bar trivia night.

Ray does not love it. Ray gets pissy and Mew tries to cut him off and get him a ride home, but Ray fucks off crankily.  I think all his friends lose a point here for letting him leave that drunk, but maybe they think he’s just going to stick his head in the toilet again and will be back. Unclear.

Meanwhile, Top and Boston head over to the bar for a little confab about whether Top should try to fuck Mew, while Cheum and Mew stay at the table for a parallel confab about whether Mew should try to fuck Top.  The answer is yes, everyone should try to fuck everyone.  Boston isn’t so sure the fucking thing is going to work out - he’s pretty sure Mew would like to go home early, drink milk, read a book, and put on some easy listening music.  Which sounds like a banger of an evening to me, and also to Top, who is bored of easy bar hook-ups and thinks it might actually be fun to fuck to easy listening for a change.  He could learn to like milk!  But Boston is being weird about this, for reasons we will find out later.  I love mess.

*******

So while Top goes off to see if Mew wants to re-enact the “Johnny teaches Baby to dance sexy after she carries a watermelon” scene on the dance floor, Boston stands around waving an I Am Down To Fuck A Rando sign.  (Figuratively.  Sort of.)  With his sign he catches my boy Drake Laedeke, who I don’t think even gets a name here, he just showed up for a cameo as One Night Stand Guy who sidles up to Boston wearing the worst shirt in the world and still manages to pick him up.  Hi, Drake!  

Meanwhile: Sand is out in the parking lot in a great leather jacket, getting ready to take off on his motorcycle, but whoops, he has parked next to Ray’s fancy car, which currently has Ray sort of half in it.  Ray has managed to get himself even more trashed and *absolutely* should not drive anywhere.  And he has also managed to run down his phone battery, so Sand’s disgruntled attempts to get the drunk dipshit to call his friends for help don’t go well either.

Ray: I mean, YOU could drive me home, hot bar singer guy

Sand:  Or you could take a nap in your back seat and drive home later, worst person in the world who I am definitely not going to end up in love with during the course of this show

Ray: OR I could pout at you until you drive me home, also I am going to give you my street name but not my house number before I pass out, this will in no way be a problem.

Sand: *folds like a cheap card table, hauls Ray to the passenger seat and buckles him in because Thai BL never met a seat buckle it couldn’t eroticize, grumbles about how much he’s going to charge Ray for being his personal taxi service, and drives away in his car, leaving his poor motorcycle behind.  

*******

Oh my god, that was all the FIRST SEGMENT.  On the plus side the remaining three combined are the length of this one, so we’re halfway through.  No one has actually fucked yet!  We’re gonna make up for it, though, hang in there.

*******

Now we are in Mew’s apartment, which Top has talked his way into with a line about needing a glass of water for a headache.  They manage two minutes of bland chitchat about the decor and the water before Top is like, okay, I recognize that you’re the virgin cinnamon roll but just to check in, you DO realize the water thing was a line, right? Also can I take your glasses off?

Mew does realize it was a line and he is down for some making out which turns into some “stripping down to our boxers in the kitchen, clambering onto the countertop together, and letting Top grope him and lick his chest extensively.”  Good for them.  Good for them! 

But I do not think Mew’s first penetrative sexual experience should happen on his countertop, and fortunately for me he agrees, calling a halt to the proceedings and offering Top some ice cream instead because he doesn't actually feel like he knows the guy well enough yet to fuck him.  But he’s very pink and fetching without his glasses as he makes the ice cream offer. 

I have decided to accept Mew into my heart and I would have had to yell at Top if he decided to be a jerk about it, but fortunately Top is kind of into the novelty of someone who actually wants to get to know him before jumping straight to the kitchen hookup.  So this honestly goes much better than it could have, good for both of them for navigating an awkward moment gracefully.

*******

AND NOW, everyone spirals out into the inevitable outcomes of their evenings:

Sand has given up on finding Ray’s house and taken him back to Sand’s, where Ray promptly resumes sticking his head down a toilet and puking.  I hate puke scenes so I’m forwarding here but it’s important to know that Sand does pat Ray’s back while he empties his entire soul out through his mouth.  And then they collapse onto the floor together and Ray puts his head on Sand’s shoulder and Sand stares off into space for a while like, this is my life, these are my choices, why is the most beautiful awful man in the world in my bathroom right now.

Boston and Drake are back at Drake’s, where they strip out of their terrible shirts, vault into bed, and Boston proceeds to fold Drake in half and rail the lights out of him.  Bless.  Thank you for your service, Drake.

This is hilariously intercut with Mark Pakin, who has taken Boston’s phone home with him so that he can jerk off to Boston’s saucy selfies.  Aw, buddy.  I mean, don’t do that, but also the montage is funny enough that I’m going to overlook all of my opinions about why you should clear anything sensitive off your phone BEFORE leaving it with the phone store rando

Mew and Top have put their shirts back on but not their pants, and are handfeeding each other ice cream in the kitchen while Mew explains very reasonably that he knows himself well and knows that if he has sex with Top he’s gonna get obsessed with him.  Study his instagram, listen to sad music and wallow if they can’t be boyfriends, etc.  And that seems like no fun, so isn’t it better to just eat ice cream?  Top is incredibly charmed. *I* am incredibly charmed.  They agree to have a sleepover and just cuddle, and proceed to do just that.  

*********

Ray wakes up the next day hungover on Sand’s couch.  He has somehow ended up in a shirt reading POOR BOY in huge letters and I am, once again, cackling.  Thai BL shirts are my favorite thing.  How pissy was Sand when he picked that out.  How much did he have to bully Ray into wearing it. Someone write me the missing scene immediately.

So Ray spends a few minutes taking stock of his surroundings in a way that strongly suggests that “waking up blacked out in an unfamiliar place and doing a quick scan of where his stuff is and whether he’s in any danger is not an unfamiliar experience for him” and, oh. Oof.

Sand wanders out into the living area still pulling his shirt on, and Ray starts to get his bearings and to slip into more jokey “oh, it’s YOU.  YOU didn’t have to get me drunk if you wanted to fuck me, ha ha ha, so, uh, DID we fuck, and was it, uh, consensual, or did you like roofie me?” mode.  Awkward. Very awkward.  And Sand isn’t finding the joke funny, so Ray shifts gears into “Where the hell is my stuff anyway, did you rob me?” mode.

It all ends badly with Ray shoved out the door with his stuff in his arms.  Which, fine, but he’s gonna have to return the Poor Boy shirt eventually.  Anyway we all know I love an enemies-to-lovers arc so please keep sniping at each other for another episode or two, boys.

*******

Meanwhile, Mew and Top have just…deciding to keep having a cute date on into the next day, I guess?  They’ve gone to the bookstore, where Mew is explaining how much better it is to read about love than to be IN love with all the mess that entails.  Top is like, counterpoint, books are great but there are some things books can’t give you, like emotional intimacy and also blowjobs.  Point to Top, there.

But he doesn’t get to press his point because that’s when Ray calls from his car (still wearing the Poor Boy shirt) to complain about his bad night.  And then Ray gets pissy when he finds out Mew is STILL with Top the next DAY, and hangs up, and then his seat belt gets stuck.  Because you can’t eroticize a seatbelt by yourself.  Poor Ray, everything is the worst.

*******

Boston goes back to get his phone from Mark Pakin, who apparently did fix it at some point in between jerking off to it.   Mark has also a) given Boston the People I’m Horny About discount, and b) left his own saucy pictures on Boston’s phone.  Again: the infosec is terrible, but I love the moxie.

Boston: WHOOPS my phone somehow broke again right now while I was looking at this hot picture of you, I need you to fix it immediately.

Mark: Store’s closed for business right now, i gotta go bang Boston behind the display of screen protectors.  I will turn off the lights but I will NOT lock the door.  

And then they jerk each other off about it.  Sorry, pal, I really wanted to make some kind of phone sex pun here but I just can’t think of one tonight.

*******

And now: a school project montage.  Top has come to class to bring Mew notebooks for some reason?  He’s a fully grown adult who is not in school with them, correct?  Let’s not think about it too hard.  Maybe they brought him for show and tell.  Anyway, a week passes in montage while they work on redecorating Ray’s dad’s building into a hostel.  Both Ray and Boston are really annoyed about all the MewTop flirting going on.  

Do we think Ray and Boston are going to have a little proxy-fuck about it at some point?  I think that would be nice because, again, I love mess.

And then the week is over and it’s time to go to the bar again, where Cheum is heartily on Team MewTop and thinks they should fuck before covid or radioactive cesium kills everyone.  Oddly nihilistic, Cheum, but you’re not wrong.  Ray thinks maybe Top’s a secret asshole.  Mew is like, hey, I’m a grownup, I haven’t slept with him yet but I might if I feel right about it, and I can make my own decisions, everyone please care less about my dick.

Honestly, Mew is way too well adjusted and sensible for this friend group.  Is he going to melt down spectacularly at some point?

*******

In a scene that is a gift for me personally, Ray goes outside to find Sand apologizes for accusing him of being a thief and possibly maybe just a little bit rapey, thanks him for saving his life, and bums a light for a cigarette off him while standing around in just the *most* submissive and breedable posture about it?

Sorry, youths who were young enough to have missed the years when smoking was sexy, but *I* still remember the intense frisson of having your cigarette lit for you, and so for me personally this is actually the sexiest thing that happens in this episode.  I feel like I need a cigarette about it but I do not smoke anymore so I’m just gonna gnaw on my fist for a while. Fuck.  It’s so good.  I’m going to make this scene my entire personality now, sorry.

*******

Apparently the show is still happening even though all I care about now is Ray and Sand, so:

Boston and Top head off to the bathroom to piss in adjoining urinals while Boston eyes Top’s dick intensely and is like, man, are you SURE you actually want to bother with Mew?  I’m RIGHT here and super willing to fuck again - which is how we learn they’ve fucked in the past - and I’m a much surer thing.

But Top wants to *date* Mew, which is the most horrifying thing he could have said to Boston.  Apparently they’ve talked about this before and Top has a “one and done” rule for Boston, which Boston is not pleased about. Boston, buddy, the dick cannot have been so good that you need to do this somewhat embarrassing level of throwing yourself at the guy at the urinals.  

Anyway the gist is: Boston’s kinda trying to undermine the MewTop thing, but Top has decided he wants to be Mew’s boyfriend.

So just to hammer the point home, Top immediately goes out to the bar stage and takes over the microphone from Sand and makes a big public thing out of asking Mew to go steady.  AUGH, public relationship announcements are my kryptonite, I hate them, make it go AWAY.

But Mew’s into it, and Yo is delighted with the drama in her bar, and Cheum is living her MewTop shipper dreams, and Ray and Boston are making sour faces, and Sand just wants his microphone back.

Somewhere, Mark Pakin is presumably jerking it about whatever he unethically downloaded off Boston’s phone.  I hope he gets to meet the rest of the gang at some point.

#slippy watches things #only friends

[renneiscent]

Writing prompt: MC, Jessy, Hannah, Lily and Cleo are all having a hard time dealing with what happened in the mine. They decide to take a girls trip to get their minds off of everything but things don't go as planned. Bonus points if you make it really funny.

WN: Hello Red, thank you so much for giving this challenging prompt! I deeply apologise for writing this late and I'm not sure if this what you had expected but I would still publish it anyway because I love to ruin people's expectation aha. So, yeah. I'm sorry for my messy writing and grammar. Please bear it with me. Warning: Violence. Characters: MC, Jessy, Cleo, Lilly, Hannah, and little bit of Jake because why not? Words: 4000 more or less.

Don't Be A Stranger.

Things are being so hard after what happened in the mines. It’s been months and no one is able to move on. Everyone is having hard time and it shows as clear as the glass on their faces. Dan’s remorse, Cleo’s frustration, Lilly’s misery, Thomas’s resentment, Hannah’s regret, and Jessy. . . .I’m not sure with Jessy. One time her eyes look darker and show rage, one time her eyes look miserable and show grief, and one time her eyes look like an empty hole and show nothing.

Everything is not the same anymore after Richy’s death, after the veracity of the story has been revealed; after all of us know the truth behind Man Without A Face, after all of us know the story among Hannah, Richy, and Amy. Everything is not the same after what happened in the mines.

I don’t think I’m also able to accept this, to accept the truth completely. Even though we managed to rescue Hannah, even though Jake is safe and not getting caught from his pursuers, even though the case is over, but it feels so wrong. Of course it is, someone is died. Our friend is died. Nothing will be the same anymore.

But it doesn’t mean we cannot have time to put aside the grief and look after ourselves first, right? So, here we are; trying everything to get our minds off from everything for a while. The girls are planning to make a short trip to the beach, its 3 days and 2 nights trip. At first, the boys are against this but Cleo and Lilly already rented mini RV for our trip and they finally relented. But Jake is still against this and he keeps telling me how bad this idea is. Just like right now.

JAKE: I’m still not surely pleasant with this trip, MC.

MC: I know, but we are on our way already. Cleo is driving the RV right now while chit-chatting to Jessy, the RV is surprisingly huge! Hannah and Lilly are playing cards right now, they are just giggling to each other. All of them are trying to have fun, Jake. Isn’t that great?

JAKE: What about you?

MC: I want to play cards too but you still cannot let me go. Here I am trying to reassure you everything will be fine

JAKE: Alright.

JAKE: But I still want you to keep me posted. I want to make sure you are doing fine there.

MC: Yes, sir!

JAKE: Haha.

JAKE: Talk to you later, MC.

JAKE IS NOW OFFLINE

I put my phone away and walk to the table where Hannah and Lilly are playing cards; both of them now are looking at me with cards on their hands. “Hey, I want to join after you are done playing.”

“You mean after I make Hannah lost the bet,” Lilly is smirking.

“Oh right, you wish.” Hannah sticks her tongue out.

It’s fun to see all of them are doing well, especially for Hannah. She has had treatment for her trauma which not only about when she’s missing but also everything in the past. I still have mixed up feeling about Hanson’s family doesn’t accuse her but instead just let her go like this. It’s clear as mud, I’m grateful for her but no doubt that it makes me confused and hard to understand.

“MC, look at this!” Jessy shouts my name with waving her phone in front of me. “This is our beach house. It looks so pretty, right?” she is smiling from ear to ear. I’m smiling back at her and giving nod.

“It is. How can we afford that again?” I turn myself to Cleo, trying to recall how we can a beautiful house near the beach which looks like out from the fairy tale.

“My cousin let me borrow it since she owes me something. I never want to black-mailing her like this but I think it’s great opportunity for all of us.” Cleo grins while explaining.

“Cleo is the life-saver!” Hannah exclaims, her reaction makes us laugh. But I take a glance to Jessy, she’s smiling but I have no clue why but her smile doesn’t show happiness. I think I might stare at her for too long and she somehow can sense it because right now she is looking at me and with this smile on her face and eyebrows are raised; somehow asking me through telepathy why I am staring at her. I shake my head and give my reassurance smile to her.

While heading to the beach and our lovely house, we are spending our times in the road by giggling, joking around, playing board game or stupid truth or dare. It feels so nice and I’m enjoying every moment I have with them. It feels like we are really having trip like common people, like the trip that we usually do when we have time to hang out together. It feels normal.

We are finally arrived to our beach house. Cleo parked our RV in front of the house and turn off the machine. “Alright, girls. We are here, let’s check the house first before we bring our bags inside.” Cleo gets out first from the car and I can see her checking the house from the window.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Lilly walks toward the door then she’s trying to open it.

“Come on, Lilly!” Hannah says impatience. I peek from Hannah’s shoulder and it looks like that Lilly is having trouble to open the door.

“I don’t know why but the door is stuck!” she grunts while still trying to open it.

“What, really?” Jessy shows up behind me and her face is showing worried.

Lilly is still trying so hard to open the door but unexpectedly her hand is slipped and somehow hit Hannah’s in the nose. “Ouch!”

“Oh my god, sorry sis!” Lilly immediately reach Hannah and put her hands around Hannah’s neck; trying to hug her to ask for forgiveness. She is showing worried but also laughing at the same time, it makes Hannah feel annoyed and slap her shoulder playfully. The Donfort sisters’ act makes me and Jessy laugh by seeing their bickering like that. As soon as all of us are laughing, Cleo managed to open the door from outside. Her doing catch all of our attentions.

“What on earth that taking you guys so long? And why Hannah’s nose is so red?” Cleo’s question then makes us to continue our laughs again.

I walk out from the RV and look in awe to the beach house in front of me. There is only one house there and no residences surround us. I remember that Cleo mentioned that this is private place and the neighbourhood are living 30 minutes from our place. Great place to enjoy our time to relax or even if someone kidnap and murder any of us since no one can hear and bother with our existence.

The house is beautiful, it is painted by mixing of baby blue and ivory, it has three floors and my guess that the third floor is an attic. Beneath the house is like an empty place to chill and relax since there are some wooden beach chairs and small table heading to the beach behind the house. To get inside the house, we need to take the outdoor stairs. The terrace in front of the front door is not quite big and also there is nothing special in the terrace. The only thing that catching my eyes is the windows in this first floor are wide picture size in each side, which offer best way to enjoy the scenery and let the sunray shower the house.

Inside the first floor of the house, we are able to see the living room and open kitchen and also another terrace in the end corridor of the house which showing directly the view of the beach. There is a fireplace which somehow makes me excited. There are also stairs that heading to the second floor of the house, under the stairs is bathroom which contains toilet, mirror that pinned on the wall, and corner shower with glass and no curtains to cover it. Either the architect or the owner of this house is confident with their body until they won’t complain if someone suddenly breaks in inside while they are showering.

“Our bedroom is in the second floor, we are going to split up since it’s only two bedrooms. The main bedroom is filled by 3 people and the second one is for 2 people.” Cleo explains while she is heading to us. We are already resting ourselves on the couch in the living room; feeling exhausted all of sudden after the long trip.

“How are we going to do that?” Hannah asks, her head is resting on Jessy’s shoulder.

“I’m all okay with whichever room but I want to sleep with Hannah.” Lilly explains then wrap her arms on Hannah’s arm. Hannah gives this disgusted expression toward her.

“Let me breath for a while, Lilly! You cannot always stick to me.” Hannah rolls her eyes.

“Yes, I can!” Lilly stick her tongue out.

“I think it will be great if we just do it with fate. Let’s play rock, paper, scissor to decide it?” I finally suggest. After hearing my suggestion, Hannah’s face beaming.

And that’s how the next thing happened is we did rock, paper, and scissor and the universe decided our fate; the main room consist of Cleo, Jessy, and Lilly, meanwhile the other room is for Hannah and me. After deciding our rooms, we are bringing our stuffs to our own rooms.  The room is pretty much big and comfy with the wall is painted by ivory and some spots are covered by wallpaper with geometrical shape. There are bay windows with the blue couch leans on one of it and there is door which connects to the terrace which split our room with theirs. Our room only has one large bed there and it is somehow asking me to lie down, so I did what it has to be done.

“Heaven!” I throw myself to the bed, Hannah is giggling then doing the same thing like I did and right now she is lying beside me.

“The bed is so comfy.” She is rolling herself to left then to right and making her body is leaning with mine.

“I know right,” I close my eyes and try to relax my body with the fluffy pillow and soft linen under me.

“You know, I thank you to suggest we did rock, paper, and scissor for deciding our room. I want to stay away from Lilly for a while.” Hannah sighs, makes me to open my eyes and take glance to her.

“Why?” I shift my position to be able to look at her in the eyes.

“It’s just…after what happened makes her being so over-protective with me. I’m the one who supposed to do that since I’m the oldest from all of us, but this is kind of the opposite from the reality.” She explains, her hand is rubbing her face, frustrated if I might guess.

I didn’t say anything and just let her vent out the frustration, I cannot understand the feeling since I’m not the oldest child in the family but the youngest one; that’s why whenever people become too protective toward me, I already felt used with that. After all, Hannah is now an oldest sister with two younger siblings, it must have been hard for her to be taken care of all the time. Yes, you read that right. She already found out about Jake and I found it awful that Jake is few months younger than Hannah, since it means Mr Donfort kept both of Hannah’s and Jake’s mothers close at the same time. What a jerk.

I try to move the topic and talk about anything else to cheer her up. Luckily, my trick is working and now we are having long conversations about everything and cannot stop to laugh. While both of us are talking and laughing, our door which connects with the other bedroom is getting knocked on. It’s Jessy which asked us to join them to play with in the beach. We both agree and quickly get change ourselves with our swimsuits. We are playing with the warm sands and ocean wave; all of us are having great time.

After done playing with the ocean, I’m walking toward Jessy who is chilling with her drink in one of the wooden beach chairs. I’m having seat beside her, “enjoying your ‘me-time’?”

She nods then takes a sip from her drink, “of course. This place is perfect.”

“Perfect for taking break?” I confirm.

“Perfect for hiding and doing something that boost adrenaline!” she grins.

“Whoa, like what?” now I’m curious with what she is thinking since her eyes are sparkling because of excitement.

But Jessy didn’t say anything to answer my question and merely smile at me. There is this smile of her which giving me strange feeling because somehow it doesn’t look like her usual smile. I know this is weird; probably I’m just being paranoid and worried at her so I just try to shrug it off.

We are playing around, having fun, enjoying with each other’s company until any of us doesn’t realise that this is the last night that we are staying in this beach house. We wanted to make campfire outside but suddenly there is rainstorm and we decided to stay in the house and enjoy the warmth of the fire from fireplace. It is so nice and cuddly and all of us are curling to each other with the wide blanket covering. Even though there is so much rain falling and it sounds so intense outside, the pitter-patter of the raindrops against our windows and roofs mixed into one long and whirring noise; but it doesn’t bother us with the warmth of the fire and soft blanket which bathing our skin, giving us comfort and also pleasant feeling.

“Oh, I just remember something!” Jessy suddenly stood up from the couch and walking to the second floor, makes us wondering with what she is trying to do. Before any of us managed to ask her, she already headed to us with bringing a bottle of wine.

“You brought drink!” Hannah yells in happiness.

“I did, yeay! I’m sorry I almost forgot about it.” Jessy apologises then she walks to the kitchen and trying to open the bottle. Hannah and Lilly then walked to the open kitchen and helping her by bringing our glasses to drink the wine. At first, I refuse since I don’t think to drink for tonight, but they are good to persuade me so I decided to also enjoy the wine with them.

I don’t think I drink so much since I clearly remember that I only take one or two small sips but somehow my head started to spin and my eyes are so heavy and I suddenly feel so drowsy. The next thing I know that everything is suddenly collapsed into darkness and I hear there is something shattered.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw is the fire from fireplace. I’m not sure at first because it’s still blurry but after I’m trying to recollect my consciousness, I’m sure it’s the fire from before. I’m still in the living room. My head is throbbing in pain and I’m still feeling dizzy, it feels like I just got beaten by some people. . . .or did I? Since I can sense my body is numb and something is holding me down and it seems to be tying me up. I look at my body and just found out that I’m actually being tied up.

In the room with only the fire from fireplace which helps me to observing my surrounding, I found out the others are also in the same condition with me. But they are still not conscious yet. There are Hannah, Cleo, Lilly, and. . . .hold on, where is Jessy? I want to call her name but somehow my throat is dry and there is no sound I could make. I start to be panic, I’m so worried what if someone who did this to us is kidnapping her and taking her somewhere. Whoever they are, I cannot see them anywhere.

“Oh, you are awake.”

I recognise the voice and my head is sticking to everywhere to look at the voice’s owner. My eyes widen in surprise, my brain is still trying to connect the dot. How can I manage to understand the reason Jessy is freely walking toward me without being tied up like the rest of us? Her smile is cold like there is neither empathy nor the kindness like she usually has; her gaze is so dark as if the whole storm and grey clouds managed to get inside. As much as I hate to admit, but there is only one reasonable explanation for this kind of situation.

I am furious. I am hurt. I feel betrayed. This is the second time; this is the second time after what Richy had done.

“Why?” I whisper in pain, finally let out the voice which just stuck in my dry throat.

“You tell me, MC. Why?” Jessy shrugs then walking in circle, “why the hell I can’t!?” she exclaims.

“Jessy…” I mutter her name, feeling lost and hurt until I have no clue what to say.

“I still don’t get it how could we suppose to move on from Richy’s death!? Especially you, MC! I expect a lot from you! This is so unfair. Why Hannah is alive when Amy and also Richy have to die! You think she deserve the second chance, no? After she killed someone, ups I mean—after she killed three people in row!” she snickers.

I shake my head, trying to wake myself up from this nightmare. This cannot be right, this cannot be happening! But nothing happens; I’m still here with this scary situation. Please let me wake up! I’m tearing up and slipping the tears fall down to my cheeks. I’m not scared with her; I’m scared with what my friend turned to be.

Jessy is heading to me then stroking my hair gently, and then she is pulling my hair so I can look at her in the eyes. I don’t know if it’s because of the expression I’m making and my teary eyes or she is suddenly in her right mind which making her soften her face, I can see the Jessy I have known through her eyes right now.

“My twin, I never wanted to hurt you…but you disappoint me.” She clicks her tongue and shakes her head in disapproval.

“What are you going to do right now?” I mumble, it’s hard to look at your friend suddenly become completely stranger who could never recognise in one night so I just look away; still being denial with whoever the person that I’m facing right now.

“What it has to be done.” She whispers then she lets her hand off from my hair then walking past me. I’m not sure what she’s doing but I can hear something splash and splatter behind my back. As soon as I can recognise the smell, I shut both of my eyes; the smell of gasoline. While my eyes are still shutting, accepting whatever the fate I will face in the split of seconds, I can hear the click sound which if I can guess it must be the sound of the lighter.

I open both of my eyes reluctantly and finding out Jessy is sitting beside me. “Why you are not leaving yet? This is only for VIP guest.” I joke, but my face is stern.

She is giving this dry laugh while her eyes are fixated with the fire which spreading and eating everything inside the house. “I’m also in the list, did you forget?”

I don’t understand with her words but I just let it go and then close both of my eyes.

“MC!? Wake up! MC!!”

I feel like someone is shaking my body and her voice is asking me to wake up, I want to really. But it’s hard to do that, I put so much effort to get out from this never-ending darkness and finally I managed to open my eyes. I quickly look at around me and find out there are Hannah, Lilly, Cleo, and also Jessy are staring at me. Their faces tell me that they are worried as hell. I almost cry out but instead that I’m giving them reassurance smile. That was just nightmare.

“I think I fell asleep.” I bite my lower lip nervously.

“You bet, the nightmare it must be what you are having.” Lilly sighs.

“You okay, MC?” Cleo asks in concern, I just give her nod and smile.

Apparently we are still chilling in the living room with the fire warms us while the rainstorm is still beating outside. There are some part of me which feel relieved because the nightmare I just had is ended, but some part is still feeling strange with the déjà vu I’m experiencing right now. All of them are worried and they might not say anything but their expressions are questioning my sanity.

“Everything is fine, girls.” I convince them.

“Tell us everything if you need something, okay?” Hannah rest her palm on my knee, I nod and mouth my answer, “of course.”

“I know what makes you feeling better,” Jessy is standing from the couch and jogging herself to the second floor. Before any of us could manage to ask what she is doing, she already came back with the wine on her hand. “I’m sorry, I almost forgot about it.” She apologises then walks to the kitchen and try to open the bottle.

There is strange feeling inside me. This already happened before.

“You brought drink!” Hannah yells in happiness. I immediately turn myself toward her, if my nightmare is really happening then she and Lilly will walk to the kitchen to get some glasses. And it’s true; both of them are now coming back with glasses. This can’t be happening right, this is just a coincidence right?

“I don’t think I want to drink right now.” I try to reject politely.

“Oh, why?” Hannah whines. I try to think hard with what’s reason I should make. I definitely cannot tell that I have strange feeling that my brain thinks I’m experiencing déjà vu, right? Can I?

“I don’t want my head is getting more hurt than it is now.” I lie.

“But, this is a medicine. Who knows if you take some sips then you are going to feel better?” Jessy suggests. I usually don’t have doubts to her but with I had experienced in my dream, I’m being sceptical.

“You sound lot like Dan right now.” Cleo laughs. “But don’t force MC; just go get some rest okay? You can go to sleep.”

Cleo is indeed a life-safer; I thank her and say good night to them before heading myself to my room with Hannah. Quickly I take my phone and send quick message to Jake, I don’t believe this déjà vu kind of crap or something, but if anything happens tonight, I want him to know that I love him so much.

MC: Jake, I have strange dream

MC: I think it’s more to be nightmare. The worst nightmare ever. And when I woke up, something strange is happening

MC: I just want you to know

MC: Oh God.. I know this is weird and silly but I just want you to know that

MC: Jake, I love you so much

MC IS NOW OFFLINE

After sending the messages to Jake, I can hear something is shattered in the first floor. Without thinking twice, I immediately run to there and find out the glass which Cleo was holding fell and shattered on the floor. Not only just Cleo, but Lilly, and also Hannah are lying unconscious on the couch. Before I managed to run from my position, something hit my back head and everything is suddenly going to dark.

#duskwood fanfiction #duskwood game #duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jessy #duskwood cleo #duskwood lilly #duskwood hannah #duskwood fandom #duskwood family #duskwood everbyte #everbyte game #everbyte studios

[shinidamachu]

CHAPTER SEVEN: I Bought You a Ticket

SUMMARY: “and I’d choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” – Kiersten White. For each chapter, a prompt from the One Hundred Ways to Say I Love You list.

WORDS: 622

GENRE: fluff

FANDOM: Inukag

FORMAT: multichapter

ALSO FOUND ON: AO3, FF.Net

Kagome could barely contain her enthusiasm.

Precisely five years ago, she and Inuyasha shared the kiss that marked the beginning of everything. 

And five years from now, Kagome was sure she’d still remember how magical it felt. The lights. The band. Slow dancing to Thing For You. How his lips touched hers and a crowd of thousands disappeared.

Which is why she knew from the moment Hinder announced a concert in their town on the exact same date of their anniversary, that she had to take Inuyasha as a gift. Even the most cynical of men couldn’t ignore a sign when the stars aligned and Kagome was no cynical nor man.

She had made the purchase the very night the tickets were available, not wanting to ever risk them getting sold out before she secured theirs, but steep prices aside, this was the easy part. 

Keeping it from Inuyasha had been the real challenge.

It was a true miracle that Kagome made it. She had lived in constant fear that he would see right through her or that she wouldn’t be able to hold her tongue for much longer. The temptation to tell him was almost irresistible. Almost.

Retrieving the little cards from their hidden place — the far end of the spice cabinet Inuyasha avoided like the plague — Kagome walked with her hands behind her back to the living room, where her boyfriend sat casually on the couch.

“Alright, it’s gift exchanging time.”

Inuyasha put his phone down, a devastating grin slowly gracing his features.

“And what makes you think I have a gift to give you?”

“Because you do.”

He rolled his eyes and Kagome chuckled.

“Smartass,” Inuyasha muttered, “I’m guessing from the way you’re nearly jumping from one foot to the other that you wanna go first.” 

She nodded and brought her hand upfront to finally reveal its content. 

“Hinder is playing tonight and I bought you a ticket,” Kagome blurted out “actually, I bought us two tickets,” she clarified, her fingers sliding so the second ticket could be seen.

“Kagome—”

“Yes, I know we had a budget limit. I just thought that the opportunity was too perfect to ignore. I mean, when will a Hinder concert ever happen here, on this, of all days? It’s gotta be kismet, right?”

“Kagome—”

“Plus, don’t you think we deserve to have some fun? Even if it’s a bit expensive? How long has it been since we’ve done something for the hell of it? Let’s go have an adventure and… why aren’t you excited?” She questioned, noticing that he looked less thrilled the more she rambled.

Inuyasha sighed and got up, making his way to the notebook case laying on the table. Kagome watched, puzzled, as he unfastened the zipper, fished something out of it, then returned to her side.

“Happy anniversary," he said, offering her an identical pair of tickets.

Dumbfounded, Kagome stared at them. At Inuyasha. And back at them.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Nope.”

The couple started laughing. Uncontrollably.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Inuyasha and Kagome asked, in unison. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” They replied simultaneously.

Kagome giggled.

“Are we becoming the same person?”

Tickets still in hand, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Fine by me.” Inuyasha pulled her close, his hands finding her waist with expertise. 

“What do we do now?”

“We can try and sell two of these, get our money back,” he suggested, “or we can invite Miroku and Sango to come along.” 

“It’s only fair, considering they were there the last time.”

“Hey, as long as we get to ditch them again.”

“Are you planning to take me on a romantic getaway?”

“You bet your sweet ass I am.”

A/N.: @inukag-week wrote this for the "anniversary" prompt. It's not much and I'm super late, but here it is.

Also, I really love Thing For You by Hinder so if this sounds awfully self indugent... it's because it is.

#Inuyasha #Inukag #Inukag Week #Inukag Week 2022 #Kagome #Kagome Higurashi #Sidwriting #Inukag fanfic #Inukag fluff #One Hundred Ways To Say I Love You #Chapter seven

[cursedcreator-pat]

Ok so I had a dream with poison apple tales characters in it that was honestly so weird from start to finish. My explanation is really long so I'm putting it under a read more. open only if you dare

I was playing a video game that kind of looked like mario RPG in its style. My character, which was just a shadow person, was in a rectangular box maze, and there were flowers everywhere.

The dandelions were bad and would slow me down. There were pink flowers that I could throw on top of the dandelions to destroy them. Then there was also one red, green, and yellow flower, and idly walking around the maze was Arsenik, Chase, and a little green person that I think was my self-insert.

Basically I had to bring the right flowers to them (Arsenik = Yellow, Chase = Red, Creya = Green) but if I got close while not holding a flower or holding the wrong flower, they would suddenly turn into enemies I had to kill. And not as themselves, Chase would turn into a kangaroo. I don't remember what Creya or Arsenik turned into, I might not have ever seen it.

Usually the kangaroo would dash at me after transforming and I would die and have to restart. The way this maze was set up made it so it was nearly impossible to dodge the characters before I could get to their flowers, so at some point I decided to just start fighting them.

The weirdest part about this was that the last time I attacked kangaroo chase, I was able to just loop him around the maze because everything else despawned. And then my screen's POV switched to my character inside the game.

As I was running him around I realized I was in my oma and opa's old house, with the TV and console on the floor in the living room. Directly to my left was the open doorway to the dining room, with a white circular table surrounded by chairs. When I look, my POV suddenly switches to third person a bit behind me, centered between my body and the screen. And you're not going to believe who was sitting there at that table.

Unknown, looking at me and grinning. I think he said something like "are you having fun, dear?"

Before I could respond or do anything, I woke up. But in real life I was extremely dazed and my head hurt, so I shuffled around a little bit in my bed and got back to sleep. And the dream continued.

Now buckle up, because after Unknown's appearance it just gets WEIRDER.

I look back at the screen and my pov switches back to first person, but when it does the house changes. It's now very dark, a few lights that hadn't been around previously are now on, and there is now a second screen to the left of my TV. In a 3x3 grid it lists a couple of things I have to do, a few already checked off. The game also reset so I'm not looping the kangaroo anymore.

This part of the dream is really blurry now, I mean I've been writing all I can for the last 20 minutes. But Arsenik appears from where Unknown was last (hm interesting) and helps me complete the tasks somehow? And we're doing that, and eventually we have all of them except the middle one done. I don't remember what happens after that, but something did happen that made Arsenik disappear and turn everything to day again.

I'm lying on the floor, so I get up and see that the second screen is gone and the TV is off. From the dining area, I see my opa, and he says something about the things "he" put me through. Then my oma appears from the kitchen and says something similar.

Even in the dream I'm in a daze, so I get up and walk over. My oma hands me a plate of waffles cut into pieces and a glass of chocolate milk, an absolute banger childhood breakfast. But uh oh. Guess who I see when I turn around to sit down?

That's right, Unknown's back again, and he says the same thing.

"Are you having fun, dear?"

And then I woke up. And this time, my head hurt again but that experience woke me up so hard I couldn't sleep again. So that's where the dream FINALLY ends.

Thanks Unknown, for not only invading my childhood home, but also putting me through easily one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had. And giving me a headache.

#my dreams

[fairykukla]

Dungeons and Dragons and Dolls was today!

I've been planning this for WEEKS and it's been more fun than a lot of bigger events that I've run.

And I don't mean in terms of the people attending having fun; I mean I ran this event, and I also had a great time!

Our Game Master is someone dear to me, and he graciously agreed to run the game portion. I kept him in the loop for everything I was planning to build, and he built a story around it.

Collaborations are fantastic when they come together!

I'm going to make a separate post with pics, but I just wanted to gush about how successful we were!

The rain threw me. I had planned for an outdoor event, so there would be tons of space in the back yard. I have several tables, 6 and 8 feet long, so I was planning for sets of that size.

Then the weather report started to discuss rain, so I tried to figure out how to drag it all indoors when I don't have the space.

I dropped the two castle sets from the lineup. I reduced the number of props in all the sets, and managed three tables in my dining room; a card table, the round kitchen type table, and the dining table at its smaller size.

We were able to repurpose the dining table set for the final moment, so that was good, too.

We had snacks and sandwiches, and not nearly enough room in my kitchen to put out my spread.

But it was good! We had a fun time playing the game which was a story of cooperation and extending an olive branch to an isolated community.

I'd even like to do it again.

#2023 #bjd #D&D&D #first game

[lesbianmarrow]

watched legends of tomorrow 5.13 “i am legends.” good episode. i personally really detest zombies so i was not thrilled that this was a zombie episode but i still thought it was really good. i feel like this episode hit a lot of common zombie movie tropes so i bet people who are fans of those movies really enjoyed the episode. 

i feel like the overall theme of the episode was demonstrating how precious life is by contrasting it with senseless death. you see it both in the main storyline and also the side plot with gary and astra. i guess this is probably a common theme in zombie movies. so it’s cool how they used the zombie story conventions to explore this theme. and then i guess there’s also the trope of a person only understanding the preciousness of mortality after becoming immortal. so you sort of have that in this one since they became temporarily immortal. the main storyline had a lot of mushy romance stuff both with sara & ava and with zari & constantine and i think that worked really well in conjunction with the plot of them being hunted by zombies. that dire situation makes the emotional stuff feel even more poignant since the stakes are so high. the general team bonding stuff like them breaking out of the transport vehicle and them sitting around a table drinking together while waiting for the courier to charge was very nice for the same reason. these interpersonal connections are what matter - everything else is just to get us to the place where we can explore them. 

i love how calm sara was about heading to her death. on the one hand you can read it as her having cheated death so many times and expecting to do so again but i think more than that she just knows there is no better way for her to go out than by sacrificing herself to save the rest of her team. ava’s reaction was so heartbreaking. i love how this show is able to tell this tragic wlw romance story in this episode but then have the characters come back to life in the next episode and it’s fine. the show gets to have its cake and eat it too. even though we know nobody is dead for real i thought the scene where they finally get overwhelmed by the zombies was very powerful, especially with the added tragedy of ava watching the woman she loves die in front of her. good stuff. also i thought it was so cute how sara & ava called each other co-captains. i firmly believe that sara and only sara should be the captain and ava can just be like her little companion or consort or what have you. but it was cute. 

yay zari constantine romance :) you know i think constantine has a thing for being negged and thats why he likes zari so much (i am joking). when zari scolds him for smoking and shes like “ugh it’s so gross” but really she’s worried about his health....oh its so sweet. i guess the essential conflict between them is that zari has a strong will to change the world for the better and constantine believes such efforts are futile and he just wants to look out for himself and the people he cares for. because of these differing perspectives i dont think a romantic relationship between them would last long. but oh the sexual tension! it’s so cute how they both really care about each other and are kind of embarrassed and annoyed that they do. and then of course they have sex on the mission. zari and sara can start a club for people who had sex with constantine while on a mission. i liked when charlie realized what zari and constantine had been up to and we got to see her reaction, very fun. 

return of gary’s BUNNY. when they said the bunny was having tummy problems it gave me secondhand anxiety bc tummy problems are no laughing matter for bunnies! the rabbit who plays gary’s rabbit is so gorgeous and so well-behaved! world’s most chillest bunny. i bet he rakes in the big bucks. ok i should probably talk about gary now instead of just his bunny. the stuff with him and gideon was absolutely bewildering to me. it was just like so bizarrely horny and i felt like i was watching something that was not meant for my eyes. it was nice to see human form gideon though. where gary really shines in this episode is when he’s talking to astra. asking her about her mom and the good memories she has of her....i found it so touching. because you know gary isn’t just saying it to save his own skin, he actually genuinely cares, because he’s gary. i think it was a very good choice to have astra and gary interacting, because astra is so doom and gloom and gary is so positive. even though they are so different he is able to get through to her! shows that astra isn’t as evil as she wants people to think. astra’s and gary’s deaths hit the right emotional beats for me. even though i know theyre not dead forever, seeing them both murdered still had an impact on me. 

oh i also did want to mention when all the legends were saying how they would reshape their lives with the loom i thought most of their answers were pretty much what i would expect but when mick said he would go back to being a criminal i thought that was unexpected and fantastic. literally his life is so much better now and he’s kinder and happier but things were just simpler then so of course he misses it! but he knows he can never go back. very honest and powerful. sometimes you become nostalgic for bad times. 

#legends of tomorrow #sara lance #ava sharpe #avalance #zari tarazi #legends constantine #gary green #astra logue #syl posts