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bigbadripley · 1 year

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Chapter 23 - True Blue

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, the effects of this in adulthood, smut mention, death mention, graphic descriptions of death, missing persons, maybe some typos, kidnapping, torture, violence, blood, gore, bodily fluids, DARK STUFF.

Tagging for the loves: @ahookedheroespureheart

A/N: This one is particularly brutal and has moments of graphic grodiness. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

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"But it feels good to be known so well I can't hide from you like I hide from myself I remember who I am when I'm with you Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue" -"True Blue" by boygenius

Marc and Steven were unexpectedly impressed with Jake's ability to get information. He seemed to know the names of everyone at the local pubs, diners, and cafes, and they all had eyes on the streets for him. One person he could always count on was a woman named Rose, who owned a local joint.

Rose was a heavier-set woman with blonde hair and a friendly demeanor whose accent was southern English but clouded with twenty-five years of smoking. She took no nonsense in her establishment and made the best hotcakes around. It's said that her place would be more prominent if not for her staff, as she always hired ex-cons who couldn't get jobs, which was admirable to some and frowned upon by others.

"Top of the mornin', Rosie," Jake called out as she entered the diner, sounding the bell on the door to make a soft ding sound.

"Is that Jake Lockley, I hear? Sit down, honey. I'll make you some coffee." Rose responded from the back, no doubt manning her griddle. Jake did just that, sitting at the breakfast bar and knocking his knuckles against the wood as he waited. "I told you not to knock on my tables, Jake," Rose said as she came out of the swinging doors to the kitchen with a pot of coffee in one hand and one of the diner's signature teal mugs in the other. Jake held his hands up in surrender.

"My apologies, beautiful, I forget."

"Just don't let it happen again." She responded, placing the mug before him and filling it to the top with the bitter black liquid. "S'what brings you in so early?"

"I'm lookin' to see if you've seen either of these people come through or pass by," Jake replied, pulling two wallet-sized photos out of his coat pocket. One was a picture of Simone that Marc kept of her holding a sunflower when they went to the botanical garden. The other was of John Walton, which was just a mugshot from her files. Rose leaned forward and rested her elbows on the bar, squinting and studying them closely.

"Not the girl, but a similar-looking man comes through here every morning. Orders a scramble and a side of toast and beans to go."

"And you're positive?" He asked for confirmation because it seemed like her eyesight wasn't great. Rosie nodded,

"Indeed, never forget a face." She answered. Jake was doubtful, given that the man was wanted and his face was planted on every news source in the United Kingdom, yet she didn't make the connection from the picture he showed her.

From there, it was decided that Steven would stake the place out because he was the least likely to jump Walton on site. According to Rose, Walton would be coming in any time now to get his usual.

The only options were to drop dead or live in agony, and Simone had never wished to die more than in this funky ass room. There was no way out, no way to rip the tape, no way she could muster the strength to run if she got free. If she screamed, she got zapped. If she got mouthy, she got cut. If she made too much of a fuss, she got hit.

Walton wanted her to play the good captive therapist and listen to his bullshit for hours, but when it was clear that Simone didn't have it in her, he turned to a new tactic: punishment via words.

"Doctor, with all due respect, nobody's looking for you." He started, still giving her that shit-eating smile. "You have no family, no friends. Just a roommate and a casual fuck."

She stayed quiet this time. Aside from the skin covered in layers of silver duct tape, she didn't have a single patch that didn't have a cut in it, shallow or deep. She felt if Walton hit her again, it would cause damage but not kill her. She was losing any fight she had left.

She continued to see things from the dark corner of the room. Her uncle and patients all taunted her for being the reason they died. It got to the point where she had to agree. It was her fault.

Steven was pretending to read the newspaper when Walton finally arrived, and it was clear why Rose wasn't able to pin him as the dangerous serial kidnapper and murderer who escaped prison. The man looked cleanly shaven and wore glasses and a button-up with a trenchcoat. Just an average guy.

Per Jake's instruction, Rose took his order as always, and Steven watched from a booth in the back. Walton said his pleases and thank yous, smiled politely, and seemed to have a habit of fidgeting with the little paper sugar packets at the bar while he waited, though it was clear he wasn't worried about getting caught.

"Not that it matters, but this bloke doesn't look like he keeps women in his basement," Steven spoke quietly into the cheesing woman from the car dealer ad in the paper. "I'll bet if we weren't on this, the police would take a lot longer to find him."

"You're pro'lly right, English. They're lookin' for a disheveled bearded prisoner, not a 40-somethin'-year-old factory worker type." Jake replied. "And what'd ya take my hat off for?"

"It was making my head itchy." Steven came back and replied. Just as he peeked over the paper again, Walton took his paper to-go bag and set out for whatever he had holed up.

This was now Marc's operation as he followed the man at a distance, walking home instead of driving or hailing a taxi. It was a damp, humid day, and all Marc could think was how he hoped Moni was hydrated wherever he kept her.

They watched as Walton disappeared through a heavy-looking door of an old brick building. It was a little small, likely abandoned due to his presence, and they were suddenly sure Moni was being kept there. Marc began to march in that direction but didn't make it very far before his feet were planted in the gravel.

"It's daylight, Marc. He'll see us coming." Steven protested. As much as he wanted to get Simone as quickly as possible, he knew it would be a bad idea. Marc didn't listen and kept going, fully intending to put the fear of Gods into that man.

"That's the idea,"

Simone realized she could make the sun go up or down just by closing her eyes. She didn't know how many days had passed; she didn't care. She was trapped, weakened, and no longer afraid to die as long as she didn't have to stay in the chair, covered in her bodily fluids, surrounded by death and decay and what seemed like hundreds of open wounds in her flesh.

Upon opening her eyes, she saw Ericka this time. Tall, beautiful, with box braids. Though not dead, Ericka taunted her for being the reason her parents sent her to conversion therapy. She had confided in her what she went through during Simone's last visit to Chicago and the unimaginable things they put her through.

"You couldn't keep your hands off me, whore! I'm traumatized because of you!"

That one's on me, too, hun. I'm sorry.

Simone closed her eyes again and drifted away, drowning out the vision of her friend, and came back to a new face, one that she never thought or cared to know if they were still alive: her ex-boyfriend Oliver. Pale, tattoo-covered, curly sand-colored hair. He just stood, laughing at her. The man who held her to the wall by her neck and called her a slumwhore after she caught him cheating on her.

"Fuck you, Oli. I'll see you in hell too." She croaked from a dry throat through cracked lips, followed by a cough that tasted metallic.

Her eyes fell shut again for another nondescript amount of time. She thought of Marc and how miserable she had made him. How she made him cry on her galley floor because she was an idiot and expected him to read her mind.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry." She whispered as if he was there. He imagined him holding her again, just one last time and warm tears rolled off of her cheeks and fell onto her numb legs. The salt burned the clean cuts along her face and thighs, reminding her she was still there.

For the first time in a long time, Simone wondered if it was too late to get right with God if there was one. She knew all she needed to do was say a few more harsh words to Walton, and he would beat her to death like the others. It was time, and all she could think of was what she remembered of the old prayer her mom made her recite.

"Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos..." She began weakly. The rest came to her as naturally as it did back when she was a child. "Santificado sea tu Nombre..."

She faded out, drifting into sleep land again, her only escape. "Venga tu reino..."

There were loud, but drowned-out sounds around her. Banging, breaking glass, yelling. Someone shouted her name. She thought it was her imagination again. "Hágase tu voluntad..."

Simone felt hands on her shoulders, prompting her to open her eyes again. She saw all white like an angel had come for her. Then saw Marc's face, unmistakable, even in her state. She thought she was dreaming.

"You're gonna be alright, Moni. I got you. Everything's fine." He told her, ripping away at the tape surrounding her body.

"No... I didn't finish my prayer... Ave, María, grátia plena..." She said, trailing off and realizing she was saying Hail Mary this time in her disorientation.

Marc scooped her up into his arms, knowing there was no way she would be able to move. She was clearly weak, dehydrated, and skin caked with blood and covered in cuts... it was awful to see. It pissed him off so much that he considered sitting her back down to finish Walton off, having knocked him out and laid him on the pavement for police to pick up on arrival.

Jake thought it would be wise if they didn't need to get Simone out of that place as soon as possible.

Steven felt it best to let the authorities handle him. Simone needed their focus now.

Once the hospital had Simone, there wasn't much that could be done other than wait. They had her on fluids and ruled that she was malnourished and concussed but would recover just fine. Most of the cuts on her would heal without scarring, also.

Once Joyce arrived, Marc explained everything he could to her and expressed that she was in a deep state of shock, not talking or doing much. A newsreel played on the waiting room television, informing everyone that it was safe to go outside again, for John Walton had been taken back into custody.

"I'm guessing she wasn't up to giving a statement to the police?" Joyce asked as they looked through the window to her room. Marc shook his head,

"She won't speak to anyone."

"She'll need you, you know. Take her back to yours when they discharge her."

They did the very next day and recommended good foods and bedrest but encouraged movement in her arms and legs after being unable to use them for days. The only time Marc left the hospital was to allow Jake to get her car so they could take her home.

Simone was still quiet throughout the ride to their apartment. Jake tried to make conversation and get a rise out of her, but she just sat silently, staring out the window.

Upon arrival, Marc helped her to the bed and sat her down while he drew her a bath, thinking it would help her soak and relax. Simone had so much she wanted to say but was afraid that tears would follow no matter what came out first.

Her muscles and joints felt like they were rusted over, and her skin felt tight and itchy, where the scabbing began along her cuts. The gash on the side of her head from the knocks she took was glued, and some cuts were stitched. She was miserable no matter where you looked.

Steven helped her to the bath, wrapping her arm over his shoulders and supporting her midsection, still causing her to move her legs a bit, but not as much. Once the struggle of undressing was over, he aided her into the tub.

"Easy does it, love. Let me know if it's too hot." He said as she dunked the first foot into the water shakily. Once the second foot was in, she started bending to sit, and he went with her, bringing his knees to the floor. It caused the cuts to sting like a thousand tiny needles, but it felt divine once she was seated.

Simone sat with her knees hugged to her chest as Marc rang a washcloth out over her shoulders, letting the water warm any exposed skin before gently wiping away the dried blood from her forearms, neck, and hands. The water around her began to turn pink when he poured a cup of water over her head, loosening up any dried blood left in her dark hair.

The bath was primarily silent, with Simone staring blankly at the water and watching dark drops fall from the ends of her strands. She hated being cared for but found great comfort in Marc sticking by her side.

"We did everything your note said, Moni. All but the do not engage part, of course." Marc spoke up, leaning on the side of the tub and rubbing his thumb over her shoulder. Her face, neck, forearms, hands, and legs down to above her ankles were riddled with slices, and yet she was still lovely.

"Yeah, and I know you said not to give back your money, but you can have it if you'd like." Steven popped in, hoping she would at least argue with him over it.

"Don't think I've seen that much money before. Makes sense, though, ya live in an apartment with a roommate 'n drive a used bimmer from 2006." Jake chimed in. "Not surprisin' you been sittin' on that kinda cash."

Nobody was able to get a word from her. She continued to stay spaced out, though she responded to each of them in her head.

Marc, that was so fucking reckless, but you saved my life. And keep the money, Steven. I don't want it. Also, Jake, how do you think I was able to tip you so well?

After soaking for about half an hour, Marc grabbed a towel for her and let the water drain as he helped her from the tub and dried her off, starting with her arms, abdomen, back, down to her legs, and feet. He draped the towel over her shoulders like a cape and thought to comment about her being a superhero but decided against it.

Marc helped her limp back to the bed and sat her down to look for something to dress her in, remembering she took all her clothes and settled on one of his plain blue shirts and a pair of sweatpants.

"I hope these will be alright." He said before taking her right hand and guiding it through the armhole, then the left before putting it over her head and pulling it down over her naked form.

It was quick, but before the shirt was all the way on, Simone breathed in the familiar scent of the man she loved. The man she missed and feared she would never see again. Once the shirt was on, she brought shakey hands to the front collar and pulled it over the lower half of her face, reveling in it.

The tears began to flow, and instead of asking questions or bothering with the pants, Marc helped her lay back and covered her up before getting into bed next to her and holding her. She still didn't speak as she silently wept, leaving dark wet patches on his gray shirt.

Finally, Simone said something into Marc's chest. It was too muffled to fully make out, but he was sure she spoke.

"What's that?" He asked for clarification. After several more sniffles and hitches in her breath, she pulled her face from his sternum and repeated herself.

"I saw them. I saw my patients." She said. As predicted, the words only caused her to cry harder. Marc remembered seeing them, too, and couldn't imagine having to sit next to them for as long as she did. He tucked her closer to his chest,

"You're okay now, baby." He reassured her, trying to calm her sobs as best he could, delicately running his hand over her wet hair. He could feel Simone's body settle into his as her arm came up and over his torso, squeezing him back with what strength she could manage.

"They aren't." She cried. Marc wouldn't accept this from her. He scooted down on the bed to look at her red, puffy face and glossy eyes. He caressed her wounded cheek with his hand comfortingly and made her look at him,

"That's not your fault, you hear me?" He told her.

It felt like it was her fault. In Simone's mind, this would never have happened if she had never taken Walton on as a patient. Her choice caused all of this death and torment in her life and the lives of those who cared for her patients. Still, she knew Marc wouldn't allow her to speak that way, so she nodded her response.

With that, a pout began to form over her trembling lips as she agreed with him. She didn't believe what he said. Looking at his gorgeous face directly in front of her, drinking him in, feeling his chest swell and collapse as he breathed, it was more than she ever imagined she would get again. She didn't think she deserved it, yet she couldn't imagine letting it go.

Marc couldn't recall ever seeing this much pain behind her face.

He had never seen her so powerless in his life.

He wouldn't see her like this again.

"I'm not going anywhere. Nothing's taking you from me ever again." He half-repeated what he had said to her on the elevator when they had made up days before. His words turned Simone into an even bigger blubbering mess as she remembered the mistake she made that practically handed her to Walton on a silver platter.

She chose to be alone. She should have stayed in bed. She should have said fuck that last cigarette.

All Marc could do was hold her as she repeated how sorry she was over and over again. About what? He wouldn't tell. She had nothing to apologize for.

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angorwhosebabyisthis · 1 year

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i think probably the core issue of lorien legacies, beyond anything to do with individual characters, is the mixed metaphors.

more specifically, about politics.

[longpost after the cut; a lot of talk about racism, xenophobia, fascism--including ecofascism--genocide, and all of the above being poorly handled. also some deeply upsetting anti-indigenous awfulness wrt the w-word.]

the writers try to make the series Heavy-Hitting and Deep and Socially Conscious by addressing real-world political issues like racism, fascism, religious fundamentalism, dictatorship, colonialism, genocide, and so on... and instead of trying to build it into a coherent dynamic with any kind of real statement about any of it, they just blindly grab at every political issue they can find and slap it together into a jumbled mess.

they don't actually understand any of the things they're talking about. and the most disturbing part is that they don't even limit themselves to drawing on bad neoliberal takes, and/or captain-obvious shit like 'genocide bad.' they ALSO draw on the politics of fascists and racists--sometimes unironically, sometimes putting it in the mouths of random protagonists without reason after establishing that it's supposed to be a bad thing, sometimes doing shit that strawmans itself into confirming the Bad Guy Fascism and what have you--and often they mix those metaphors in ways that are anywhere from bizarre to horrific.

('ya so the great replacement theory was completely right actually! the people you're genociding a hundred percent have dedicated their entire life, purpose, and remaining culture to exterminating yours. it doesn't matter if their survivors are down to the single digits, if you fail to kill even a single one of them they WILL successfully wipe you out. they will literally have your last few survivors rounded up and put into prison camps. three cheers for them!' jesus fucking christ.)

(don't get me started on shit like tossing blatant racist caricatures of north korea and its political issues into the mogadorians at some point, because why the fuck not, and then piling on the anti-japanese racism with a dump truck at the end of the first series and throughout the second. internment camps.)

(jesus fucking christ.)

and like. people don't react to this shit the way they realistically would. you cannot tell me that not a single one of the majority-POC cast in the second series would not rip a black hole into nine's irl-racist and scifi-MAGA, white-man-in-a-position-of-authority ass, or the shit that john's white-man-in-a-position-of-authority ass brings about himself under the guise of ~kindness and peace.~

and there's no logic to the kind of shit people will say and do about this stuff, especially in the sequel series. sometimes they'll express, like, basic antifascist/anti-racist/humanitarian/decent-in-general beliefs, and other times the most absolutely wild shit will come out of their mouths which either directly contradicts things they've said before--and might say after--or pulls from other blatant parts of that same horrific ideology. there is no rhyme or reason to most of it. it's just a clown car of racist/fascist/xenophobic nonsequiturs. what the hell.

and when i say nine is irl-racist in reborn i mean he casually calls a native american child the w-word as a '''lighthearted''' punny joke about his legacy. the kid is not even from any tribe whose culture they originate from; they never specify, because of course they couldn't be bothered lol, but miki is from alaska. on top of that, they had the dick ass and balls to have him randomly throw in a Very Special Episode scene where he talks about how his family are the direct-action variety of activists who he got separated from when they blew up an oil pipeline.

and he does not fucking blink at this. he doesn't say anything about it, he doesn't uncomfortably not say anything about it, he just goes on with the friendly conversation about his legacies which nine just called him a w-word for without missing a single beat.

and the ecofascism. good unholy fucking god the ecofascism. probably the most fundamental driving force of the entire first series is that if you don't ~take care of your environment~ your entire race/ethnicity/culture deserve to suffer and die slowly in the results. yes, all of them. it doesn't matter who was responsible. every last one. including the masses we see protesting on mogadore in flashbacks/visions.

also did i mention the Great Fascist Cult Leader who is responsible for the loric's genocide is a race traitor who took charge of wiping out his own? because that is a thing. it's a thing.

like. man i could go on. i could go on. and in other posts i probably will, because WOW is there a lot to unpack here. but it really does all come down to the fact that the writers wanted to sound meaningful and important and socially conscious, because that's what seems to be hip with the youth nowadays, and they don't have anything to say.

it's just gibberish. gibberish that arranges in some very telling ways as to the beliefs of their own that they are putting into the books. but gibberish.

and it pisses me off in a different way to have realized this, but god damn does it make it less tear-my-hair-out distressing than racking my brain trying to figure out what in the goddamn fuck am i looking at here.

(capitalism. capitalism is what i'm looking at here. and also racism, antisemitism, xenophobia, and just plain being fuckin stupid.)

lord.

#lorien legacies #the crit files #LL tag #LL crit tag #stares at the ceiling this series is so much #all of this is not even scraping the surface #the literal climax of the entire series is a japanese girl protagonist sacrificing herself by absorbing a nuclear bomb #with extremely graphic radiation victim imagery #takes two ibuprofen and holds a glass of ice water to my temple #racism cw #genocide cw #fascism cw #xenophobia cw #w-word cw #i am doubtless forgetting tags and will try to add them later if so #this shit is exhausting; both emotionally and because Writing Longposts #it says something here that the character analysis would be a welcome break #that does remind me i need to draft up and post some headcanons i came up with to move away from the gross NK shit with the mogs #and draw on the weird sxual/romantic overtones wrt god and jesus in evangelical christianity lmao #i am invested in writing about stuff to do with five; the mogs; and setrákus ra #and the thought of unironically using the term 'beloved leader' in my writing makes me taste copper in my mouth lmao

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parttimepuff · 1 year

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I don’t think rev is a bad parent, he did choose to raise two kids almost on his own and one of which he managed to domesticate. Pretty sure that feeling is just a by product of doing what you perceive as hurtful to someone you love. In a year she won’t even remember this, she will remember that her dad loves her though

"Heh… I wouldn't call it domestication, she just knows boundaries now." Reverie halfheartedly chuckled. He leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. "…I, think she'll remember it. I just hope she'll understand that I'm, trying to help. That I'm not… not going to leave her behind." He mumbled, her question still heavy on his mind. It really was his fault that she'd think that in the first place.

"Would it help if you tell her the implications of what meeting the king could mean? Not just for her, but everyone around her, too>" Lor offered, catching the Dream Fae's attention. "Yeah… I really should do that. I've been dancing around it, cause I don't want to hurt her with this any more than it hurts already." Reverie confided in her. They knew enough of each other's secrets by now that he felt no need to lie to her.

"Letting it seethe and letting her face the consequences alone will only hurt more>" The AI pointed out, making him wince. "…you're right. It's just that the last thing I want is for her to think I'm not on her side, but that's, kinda how it feels now." Reverie explained, curling his wings around himself. She thought on that for a moment. "Hm, you’re grounding her because you want her to know there’s consequences to certain actions, right?>"

"Exactly! I realize it's silly, but I need to do something, right?" Reverie expressed, looking up at the ship's main screen. "You aren’t wrong>" Lor started, the words on her screen pausing for a moment. "But, I think maybe it feels so bad because she thinks you’re mad at her for something “small”>" She assumed, based on how much she knew about the two of them. "Clearing the air on why it’s such a big deal could certainly help. I know Magolor isn’t ready to be in the public’s poor favor again, ever>"

And she was right. His delicate handling of the subject never really explained the gravity of what could happen. "That's… that's a really good point. And I know she was trying to help…" Reverie trailed off. Punishing her for trying to make their lives better... he felt like an idiot for making her feel that way. He straightened up. "Ok, I'll talk to her. Er, is she, ok to talk?" The Dream Fae asked, assuming Lor could check in on her.

"She’s unpacking some stuff for her room with Magolor, maybe give her a moment to decompress. Give yourself a minute to think about what you want to say too. It’s been a long night for everyone>" Lor advised him to which he nodded. They could really use a break, if only for a little while. "It really has…" Reverie sighed. "Um, thanks for talking with me about this. And, letting us stay. I can't thank you or Wiz enough for that." He continued.

"You’ve done something great for me, too>" Lor replied, puzzling him. "Mags has had, a pretty hard time coming to terms with what he is for a while. It’s to be expected when anytime you say “Dark Matter” you get nothing but hatred and hurtful words. But meeting Beep, meeting you, knowing that what you are isn't who you are…>" She trailed off and Reverie understood what she was getting at. What Beep was going through with her identity, Magolor had been going through for a decade.

"I can’t thank you and your family enough for that, Rev>" Lor finished, a <:) popping up on her screen to convey the expression she would make if she could. The Dream Fae couldn't help but smile back and tear up a little. "Y-yeah… Yeah. We're all really lucky. …we're going to like it here, I know it." Reverie said with conviction. "I think so>" The AI agreed, replacing her previous emoticon with a (;.

#ask #ic #anon #Reverie #Lor

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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It's not a great picture but it proves the point this is used this size excavator on many real projects due to its size and versatility and the size of the excavator really counts and it's a different company it's not ours is bobcat and they're famous company. The machines are heavier and they're fairly rugged but they have a tendency to break down and they also get stuck a lot. And everything's out there drive to system is a little awkward but they're fairly rugged by comparison to other small excavating companies. I was just more rugged than theirs and last longer this size unit is used most often it's the size unit that our sun used to dig the pool and he used to Chinese version can't remember the name right now but it's like techamaki and it seems like that it's close but it was a decent excavator he said but part of the entire main part of the machine failed on him when he was using it and they didn't mention it at the rental place because they didn't want to pay him back the money and then they tried to get it back out of him but it was really the unit that broke down in his lack of maintenance and I couldn't use the high-speed so it took longer you should have called and have them fix it but they didn't feel like it. And they want to use it against him so his life is tough I'm saying it now. This machine is awesome though and we have it and it is $15,000 keep in mind it's RTA you have to assemble it and that's why it's less expensive most excavators this size and that power level and it has a very very powerful high rip out go for about 35,000 minimum and $45,000 normally it's a specialist piece of equipment they say it really is you have to put the same effort and you put in a big one cuz you have to use cranes and so forth it takes the same amount of time. And we plan to sell some of these and we do sell the trailer and most of our pickup trucks that we sell by Sim and s y m m and even the small one the new small one not to bring some Stratton truck that won't carry that one it'll carry the small one that we took a picture of but not bigger which is still a very heavy load can carry it a regular pickup trucks and usually Ford f-250s can't carry it can't tow it and are not recommended to tow it

He had an awesome time using it it's a lot of fun he's a complete amateur he says and he is granted he has some coordination and he has skill but a lot of you can handle it it is a wonderful machine and he used it pretty adeptly not as quick as this guy but fairly quick for someone who's never used it before and he was pretty good at okay now the guy there was not an obvious and he pushed him out and yeah it was John rima Lord and he was an a****** about it and he told me to load it up and he took money you know he's a dick that guy and he made his day bad his mom noticed that he was upset and figure out who he was said boy that guy is a huge a****** huge people start going after him for it. So give the money back loser and he wouldn't addict he's a horse's ass he's lost so much stuff and he keeps doing it and keeps losing so we're wondering why he's doing it everyone is. And our son says he's doing it for an act to make it appear like he gets stuff like the ships and he thinks he's probably getting him but he can't figure it out cuz he's very stupid and people are fooling him and he's a complete retard and he's injured and he can't tell if he has it or not and we do agree that is what it is LOL

Hardcastle Frank Castle

He's making noises and he's saying stupid s*** in space and boy that guy is a huge loser I want him out tons of people do listen to peaceful until the a****** comes by so we're going to work on it now but really this piece of equipment is awesome and it does a ton of work and we sell a ton of them and it is RTA and it comes in a box and it's very heavy once you set it down when you say to sat down it's not moving until you put it together and start it up for the most part it's a great piece of equipment and you're going to love it it's not too much to the assembly it comes with a chance to assemble and the motor is pre-installed and it's kind of like a hard knock kicker 5150 you have to attach the bucket and the arm and some hydraulic hoses and some other items to start it up that's pretty much it it doesn't make any sense to break it down because it won't fit any better in a box

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

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inviberu · 3 years

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mirror

An old mirror dirty enough to the point you can’t see your reflection anymore. Faust decided to take a better look at it. He never expected it to turn out as a lost relic from a once prosperous city.

“Oh dear me!” Snow gasped, putting his hand over his mouth to appear more shocked than he actually is. A thoughtful smile suddenly took over his expression not long after as he put his hands on his hips. “I would’ve never thought I’d see this again in this day and age.”

“You know what this is?” Faust’s eyes widened as he examined the mirror in his hands once more, its golden rim giving off a shiny gleam after recovering it from the ruins during their last expedition to the Eastern country. It managed to pique the hermit’s interest after seeing it lay bare on the ground in such a terrible state, wanting to recover it to its former beauty. In some way, it reminded him of himself.

“But of course! This was awfully revered back in the day by both humans and wizards alike. It’s a good thing that my weary self was able to remember it.” Snow chirped, taking a closer look at the mirror. “A relic from a once-famous city—a mirror that is said to have the ability to show you the future. After their downfall, no one had any idea about where the relic laid rest. Ohoho! You’ve come across an exquisite item indeed.”

“The ability to show me the future? That’s ridiculous. I just picked it up from the ground, there’s no way a mirror like this is a lost relic.” Despite the sureness from his words, his voice held a certain kind of doubt that believed Snow. There was no reason for someone like Snow to lie to him after all, there was simply no merit in doing so and Snow wasn’t one to lie about this sort of stuff just for his own amusement.

“You think I jest? I see, then why don’t you try it out for yourself?” Snow’s expression held a smug smile before he remembered something and he let out a small gasp. “I heard it was very moody and picky though, so it might not work on your first try.”

“A moody mirror? The more I hear about this mirror the more I think that it’s a joke.” Faust shook his head.

“Ohoho! Try saying ‘please and thank you’ to the mirror when you try.” What Snow said sounded like a tease but Faust knew well that he was being serious. He didn’t know which one was worse—he could only let out a sigh as he inspected the mirror again. Could a mirror truly tell him of the future? Such an item is far too dangerous to be left out in the open.

“Woah, so you’re telling me this mirror can show you the future?” You wandered inside Faust’s room back and forth but your eyes remained fixated on the mirror placed on his desk, its intricate golden design never failed to catch your interest. It was hard to believe such a thing was capable of showing you the future when all sorts of magic relating to that were either forbidden or extremely hard unless you were gifted with the gift of prophecy like the twins from the North.

Faust let out a sigh, he couldn't bring himself to believe it either but there were a lot of strange things in this world—this was just one of them. "Apparently," he pushed up his glasses as he took the mirror in his hands and looked at his reflection. "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Me?" You asked curiously, wondering why Faust would ask you such a thing but you weren't against the idea of the mirror showing you your possible future. Though you can't help but feel a little bit scared when you thought about the possibilities—there was nothing more terrifying than the unknown future, after all. Faust handed you the mirror and you stared at it blankly. With much hesitance, you nodded.

"I'll try… how does this even work in the first place?" You tried tapping the glass, wondering if it was some sort of touch screen mirror but you were met with disappointment when it did nothing.

"Snow said to try saying 'please and thank you' to the mirror, I don't know if that'll work though. He said it was moody." Faust let out a dry chuckle, the thought still ridiculous to him but never crossed it out as impossible. If the mirror would truly respond to something like that, it only proved the strangeness of this magical world. You shot him a strange look, a moody mirror? But you pushed back the doubt to the back of your head and put your trust in him instead.

"Mirror, can you show me the future? Pretty please?" You cooed, feeling a bit stupid for pleading to a mirror like this. You waited a few moments for a reaction while looking at the object expectantly, only to be met with utter disappointment when it did absolutely nothing. Faust was silent along with you until he let out a small laugh, did you look stupid when you were doing that? You questioned if Snow was just pulling both of your legs, that mischievous old man!

"As expected, it won't work just because we asked it to."

"Geez, Faust! Do you really think a shabby thing like this can show us the future?" Shabby was the last word you would use to describe the mirror had it not been for your rage towards its defect. It looked elegant and regal, as if it didn't spend centuries lying beneath some rubble—it was a miracle the glass wasn't broken by such heavy fragments lying atop of it. You shook your head and gave Faust the mirror, giving up on it after you added: "How about you try it? It might listen to you because you're the one that picked it up."

He shot you a hesitant look, he had a feeling this wasn't going to end well yet he pushed that feeling into the back of his mind and stared at his reflection—he caught a small glimpse of your face in it while you were looking away and he couldn't help but break into a small smile. At that moment, something changed.

The hand mirror shook slightly in his grasp. Faust, alarmed, tried to make it sit still by gripping it tighter but it proved to be futile when it flew from his grasp and a blinding light filled the room—eliciting gasps of shock from the both of you as Faust grabbed to shield you from whatever was emerging in his room. When the light disappeared, it took him a while to get adjusted to the sudden change but once he did, he saw the hand mirror transformed into a full-body one sitting in the middle of his room.

"What in the world…" Faust left your side to carefully inspect the area, making sure there were no more risks in the area before taking your hand while telling you it was safe—aside from the now huge mirror residing smack middle in his room, its golden glow giving off an intimidating aura. You felt your initial shock turn into excitement.

"Isn't this great? It responded to you! What did you say?" You asked him, curious. You weren't paying attention to him at that time, perhaps you missed something.

"Nothing, actually. It just started vibrating and this happened." Faust tipped his hat slightly, closing his eyes and let out another sigh. One strange thing after another, he was bound to be drained at the end of the day, wasn't he?

"That's strange, you didn't say anything and yet it responded to you… curious." You stroked your chin. Faust stepped into the mirror's view and nothing was out of the ordinary, it showed him nothing of the future, only his reflection. He paused, was it broken after being left there for so many centuries? It was a plausible explanation. It was just like a normal mirror now, it was a shame such a relic has lost its true value—eroded along with the years that passed.

That is, until you stepped into the view.

The moment you stepped into the view, everything that the mirror showed suddenly changed as it emitted a faint white glow. You closed your eyes for a second and you could hear the faint sounds of… bells? You opened your eyes slightly to look at the mirror only for Faust to slap his hand over your eyes to obstruct your vision before you could get a small glimpse of what changed.

A bunch of incomprehensible sounds fell from Faust's lips and you tried to remove his hand from your eyes but that just made his actions more frantic. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the mirror to outside of his room. You tried asking him what his problem was but you were left unheard as he left you outside and shut the door to his room aggressively. By the time you tried making sense of the scenario, you were already staring at his door from outside—did he just kick you out?

Your mouth was wide open when the realization dawned on you—what was his problem!? You crossed your arms grumpily, a part of you wanted to knock on his door again to demand an explanation but another part wanted you to storm off without saying anything to him. You pouted, or was he trying to protect you from something dangerous? Magical items could be dangerous if not handled correctly, after all.

In the end, you didn't know what to do and rested your forehead against his door frame with a clenched fist ready to knock at any given time and a defeated look.

To say Faust panicked back there was an understatement, he felt as if his soul was about to leave his body right then and there when he saw the scene the mirror showed him. He could only breathe a sigh of relief, he was glad he acted quickly before you caught a glimpse of it—that would've made things worse and he wouldn't know what to do. He slumped against the door, feeling a bit light-headed and fuzzy, the heat refusing to leave his face. He was embarrassed.

The sight wasn't something particularly scary or tragic. In fact, it was the complete opposite—though that made it all the more confusing as to why Faust would stop you from looking at it. It was a scene that he saw in one of his many dreams, something that flustered him to no end and wished it would leave him alone.

The bells that rang in the background, the happy couple dressed in white as they looked at each other lovingly, a perfect wedding scene straight from the dreams Faust doesn't tell anyone. A perfect wedding scene of you and him in the distant future—together.

To think your fate was intertwined like this… Faust could only hope that it's a future that's bound to happen. But, right now, he can't let you find out about this lest he wants to live the rest of his life inside the forest hiding from you. He would simply pass away from sheer embarrassment, oh how would he even face you? His cheeks burned red at the thought of a wedding with you once again.

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~ “Smile in the face of Tragedy”

Chapter 2: New King

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Henderson!reader, Steve Harrington x best friend! reader

Chapter Summary:

A wild night reveals secrets and broken hearts. At least Billy & (Y/N) have each other.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, drunk!Billy, sad!Steve (that is a warning 🥺)

“(Y/N)! It’s Halloween!”- Halloween? (Y/N) woke up to the sound of her brother yelling excitingly. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could hear the Ghostbusters theme playing loudly from Dustin’s room. She groaned, burying her head in her pillows while running her hands through her hair.

This is not how she planned to wake up this morning.

Before closing her eyes to regain a little more sleep, her alarm clock looked her right in the face. 7:15. Another groan came from her. Perk up (Y/N), it’s your favourite holiday! She pushed herself up, swinging her legs on the side of the bed. (Y/N) definitely knew the high school students weren’t going to be wearing costumes to school. So before Billy picked her up, she’d head home to get changed.

Billy- (Y/N) didn’t think she’d be able to forget yesterday. The way he held her, the way he kissed her forehead. His embrace was so comforting- she nearly melted into him. The smell of dry cigarette smoke and cheap cologne haven’t been able to leave her senses. It was like everything that came with him, it was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

As she stepped out of bed, she moved her hips slightly to the music coming from her brother’s stereo. When she made it to her drawers, she contemplated what she should wear today. Just because she wasn’t going to wear a costume, didn’t mean she couldn’t look spooky, right? She grabbed her “Chistine” t-shirt, it was one of her favorite horror movies. Pairing it with a black acid wash skirt, some fishnets, and her usual chuck taylors, she strutted confidently out her bedroom door.

She walked into the bathroom to find Dustin clad in his Stantz costume, brushing his teeth. He looked so cute! “Hey Doctor Stantz, ‘lookin pretty badass”, she grinned, patting him on the back. “Thanks (Y/N)! I can’t wait to see the guys in their costumes, Halloween’s gonna be so great!”, he cheered, spitting out his tooth paste. He quickly ran out of the room to fetch breakfast, leaving (Y/N) time for her hair & makeup.

Bright red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner, hair slightly curled.

When she stepped into the living room, she saw her mom enthusiastically taking polaroids of Dustin. She couldn’t help but smile, hoping her mom would save her some for her picture board. (Y/N) sat on the couch beside her cat Mews, scratching the back of his ears as he purred in contentment. She giggled at the various poses her brother made in front of the camera.

Her mom had finally stopped taking photos, noticing her on the couch. “(Y/N) darling! I didn’t see you come in, can I get a photo of my two children?”, she questioned, looking at her with pleading eyes. (Y/N) couldn’t say no! “Of course!”, she said, standing up from the couch.

She placed an arm around Dustin’s shoulders, teasingly taking him in a headlock, rubbing her nuckles on his hair. To this he laughed, playfully pointing his fake proton blaster at her. It was the perfect picture. Perfectly trapped in the moment of two great siblings, simply having a good time.

(Y/N) gathered her things, making sure to take one of her mom’s homemade muffins for breakfast. She had made them a couple days before, but they still were delicious. Even though (Y/N) desperately needed coffee, she decided against it. She was already running a bit late, and as much as she hated the stale stuff from the cafeteria, it’d have to do. Dustin had already slipped out the door to head off on his bike, he really must’ve been eager to see his friends.

Before making her way to her motorcycle, she slipped her jean jacket on and hugged her mom goodbye. Claudia looked at her intently, ruffling her curled hair. (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully, “Alright mom, I gotta go! ‘I’m gonna stop here after school though, k?”, she opened the front door. “Okay have a good day sweetie! ‘I’ll see you before your party!”. (Y/N)’s mom knew about the party, whether she knew there was going to be alcohol involved, it was better off not knowing.

Sliding the keys into the ignition, she sped off to the school. She could never get enough of the mysterious backroads of Hawkins. It scared her, obviously. With all the things that happened the previous year, she couldn't help but wonder if things still lurked in the depths of the forest, hiding till they could strike. Waiting and waiting till they can catch someone else and drag them to that horrible place. Her body trembled at the thought of it. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the memories. Eyes turning back to the road, she removed one of her hands from the handles, trying to reach for the button of her stereo. It had turned onto some random radio station that was playing Halloween tunes.

“Happy Halloween ‘Morning Ghouls and Goblins of Hawkins! Here’s a spooky throwback from ‘1982 for y’all on this fine dreary morning, ‘Blood Bitch’, by Cocteau Twins!” - the radio host introduced, was he really supposed to swear on radio? Well, no one really had a filter these days.

The song added to the eerie atmosphere of the cold morning, making her uneasy. She pushed through her thoughts, trying to just focus on getting to school. It was Halloween! No need for being pent up on past trauma. The station had eventually turned to a happier song, putting her in a better mood. What better to put a smile on your face then the ‘Time Warp” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show? She bobbed her head happily to the familiar tune, singing along to the lyrics.

School today had been an absolute drag! Last period (math) was nearly done and (Y/N) was desperate to get out. She could see some of her mutuals were anxious as well, probably too excited to wait for the party tonight. She was excited as well, maybe a little bit of the fact that she’d be spending more time with Billy?

(Y/N) would hate for him to think she’d be using him as a rebound. Even though it seemed that way, she really should’ve forgotten about her feelings for Steve awhile ago. (Y/N) really loved Steve, but he’d always been so oblivious, but- that was just Steve. He would’ve never known of her feelings if she didn’t tell him. Which she never did, in fear of obvious rejection. Then here was Billy Hargrove, whether it be his flirtatious nature, she could see herself really falling for him. The one thing she knew she wouldn’t do was dive in too quickly. She wouldn’t make the same mistakes, for her and for Billy’s sake.

She was finally released from the rechedouness that was her math class-running straight out the door right as the bell rang, nearly having winded Mr. Henry. After taking a quick stop at her locker, she walked outside to find her motorcycle. (Y/N) was nearly there till a skateboard hit her feet, stopping her in her tracks.

“I’m so sorry! It slipped right out from under me-” a voice of a young girl called, her breath shaky. (Y/N) looked down at the girl shuffling to grab her skateboard, she had never seen her before. The mysterious teen with the red hair looked around her brother’s age, so why was she so unrecognizable? Wait- could it be?

Billy’s step sister.

“Hey, hey it’s all good!”, (Y/N) gave her a reassuring smile. “Hey- not to sound weird or anything-”, she chuckled nervously, “But, are you new here? ‘You see I got a younger brother ‘about your age, and you got an unfamiliar face”. The girl stared at her skeptically, but still replied. “Yeah, just moved here from ‘California, what are you ‘looking to set him up or something?” she questioned sarcastically. ‘Damn she was quite the firecracker. “Nah frankly I think you're a little out of his league”, (Y/N) winked. To this she got a laugh out of her. “Well, it was nice weirdly meeting you, ‘I’m Max!”, she introduced herself. “Well Max, ‘I’m (Y/N), if you're interested in someone helping you out with that kickflip, ‘I used to do some skateboarding myself”, she offered. Max beamed at her offer, “Really? That’d be so great!”, “Alrighty then, if you see me around, don’t be shy to ask!”.

Little did (Y/N) and Max know, Billy was watching them. Billy knew (Y/N) was genuinely kind, but not that kind. It wasn’t necessarily cool to be seen with a middle schooler. He figured he wouldn’t look too much into it, but something about seeing (Y/N) with her, didn’t sit well with him. Billy gave Max a dirty look as she skated up to the camaro. “You're late again”, Billy started. “I had to get catchup homework”, Max stated. “Jesus! I don’t care- who was that girl you were talking to?”, Billy asked, even though he already knew who she was. “Just some high schooler- she offered to help me learn some skateboarding tricks' '. So she skateboarded too, huh? “That’s rich. Just, get in the car, will yah?”.

(Y/N) entered the door with a ‘skip in her step. She really needed a reason to lose herself, forget about the world around her. Tonight was going to be perfect for that. Expecting to be greeted by her mom, she noticed no one was there. She knew Dustin was heading to Mike’s right after school, ‘but her mom was nowhere to be seen. She probably had to work later hours again. ‘This meant she had the place to herself! (Y/N) still had a few hours before Billy picked her up. So she figured she’d get into her costume, and then fix herself something to eat.

The Sarah Connor costume was simple. Gray tank top, black jeans, sunglasses, a chunky belt and combat boots. (Y/N) already had all of this in her regular wardrobe, so it’d be a pretty easy costume. Of course she didn’t have a rifle to complete it, even though she could’ve asked Nance. She wasn’t about to show up to a house party with a gun. It would have been pretty cool though.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clad in costume. Now it was time to remove her makeup and untame her curled hair. “Mr. Crowley” by Ozzy Osbourne was currently spinning on her “Blizzard of Ozz” vinyl. She mouthed her lips to the lyrics as she straightened her hair, her (Y/H/C) locks falling in straight whisps on her head. Replacing her once extravagant makeup with a more nude look, she looked at herself pleased.

A total badass look, you might say.

It was only 4:30, and Billy was coming over at 6 o’clock. She had way too much time to kill. Making her way to the kitchen, she scoped the fridge. Enough ground beef for two burgers, and she knew they had leftover buns. Maybe Billy would be hungry when he got there, and if she was making dinner for two- she didn’t want to start too early. So she’d head back to it in about a half an hour. Meanwhile a coca-cola would hold her down, she was pretty firsty.

(Y/N) now laid in her bed, bored. ‘Blizzard of Ozz was still playing, it just switched onto “Steal Away (The Night)”, her ears perked up to the upbeat tune. She couldn’t help but dance around, hopping happily on her bed as she belted the lyrics along with Ozzy. Pointing at the poster of him that was plastered on her wall, she shouted the chorus. It’d be pretty funny if Billy were to walk in on her singing her heart out, what would he think of that? She rolled her eyes at the thought, he’d probably think she was crazy. The song ended, turning to the next one. (Y/N) took this as her cue to start on dinner.

Flipping the patties in the pan, she sighed at the smell. She did cook a pretty ‘mean burger. Dustin loved when she made them, he always said the added rosemary was the perfect touch. (Y/N) grew up with her mother teaching her how to cook. Claudia Henderson had worked in a number of restaurants, usually in the kitchen or as a waitress. She now helped run a popular Inn a little outside of town, and it was her favourite place she’s ever worked in. (Y/N) probably figured it was a busy night, considering she didn’t come home at her usual hour.

5:45 and the burgers were ready and plated, the aroma running through the room. Billy was ‘going to be here soon, and she was giddy with excitement. Before she knew it, the bell rang. Fuck he was early. “Coming!” she called, slowly making her way to the door. ‘There he stood; a cocky grin on his face with his arm propped up on the door ledge. She took time to take in his minimal outfit, tight jeans & a leather jacket, no shirt. His abbs were on full display- (Y/N)’s mouth watered just at the sight of him. “See something you like, sweetheart?” he smirked. “Maybe-”, (Y/N) stammered. “It’s aight, I see something I like to,'' he whispered the last part into her ear, letting himself in.

“She cooks too? ‘I guess looks can be deceiving”, he motioned to the burgers. (Y/N) blushed, “I figured we could eat before we fill ourselves with alcohol”. They delved into the burgers, she couldn’t help but laugh when Billy moaned at the taste. “Darlin- I haven’t had a burger like this in awhile, ‘the ones down at Benny’s don’t hold anything on these”, he praised. “That must be a high compliment, because ‘Benny’s are pretty good”, she smiled at him. (Y/N) put the dishes into the dishwasher, quickly running to her room to grab her polaroid camera. “Where are you ‘heading princess?”, she’d never get tired of his little pet names. “I’m just grabbing my camera- I want to get some good shots tonight!”.

(Y/N) came back with her camera bag, a big grin on her face. “You ready to head out?”, he questioned. “Yeah, just let me get my jacket”, she took her jacket from the hook. “Ready”. He guided her to the camaro, opening the passenger door. Billy never opened the passenger door for girls! ‘(Y/N) really did something to him, huh? “Such the gentlemen”, she smirked. “Anything for you dollface”. He slid into the drivers side, placing his keys into the ignition. “Music?” she questioned, “Sure thing, feel free to look through the cassettes in the glove box”. She searched through the assortment of tapes, varying from Metallica, Def Leppard, RATT, Mötley Crüe, Hanoi Rocks, AC/DC and more. She settled on Hanoi Rocks’s, “Two Steps From The Move” album. It had just come out that summer, and it was one of her favourites. Not to mention she had a HUGE crush on Michael Monroe.

“Hanoi Rocks huh? I like your style”, he nodded in approval, till turning his eyes back on the road. “Got any specific fave tracks?”, (Y/N) questioned. “Track 8”. She was surprised he chose this one, considering it was one of the more “cheesy” songs. ‘It did have a pretty ‘rockin guitar riff in it though, she’ll give him that. Billy contentedly thumped his hands on the steering wheel, speeding up a bit. Rolling both of their windows down, (Y/N) was surprised to see him singing along to the lyrics. It was a bad attempt at a Finnish accent, sure, but it was still really cute. (Y/N) joined him, jumping in at the chorus. They banged their heads to the tune, continuously singing the lines. (Y/N) really felt alive in that moment. ‘She couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun, and they haven’t even gotten to the party yet.

They pulled up to Tina’s, teens were already rallying in. ‘It was going to be a wild night. Before Billy could open up his trunk to get the kegs, (Y/N) stopped him. She pulled out her camera, “Hargrove! Smile!”, she grinned, pointing the camera at him. ‘He rolled his eyes, posing for the picture. The photo was of Billy playfully doing the devil’s horns symbol, with his tongue stuck out. She giggled, “This is one for the board!”. “Well Hey Sarrah Conner- let me take a pic of you!”, he said, trying to grab the camera from her. She handed the camera to him, smiling that he remembered her costume name. Letting her sunglasses shade her eyes, ‘she smirked brightly at the camera, ‘Billy quickly snapping the shot. He handed the polaroid to her, she shaked it and placed it in her bag with the one she took.

Billy held one of the kegs while (Y/N) grabbed the other, walking into the crowded house. It was overwhelmingly loud. They could feel the heat coming off the numerous teenagers that littered the home, their bodies moving to the heavy beats of the stereo. Tina was in the kitchen, and had noticed the pair walk in. “Billy & (Y/N) are here with more kegs!”, she shouted, ‘causing the crowd to go wild. Someone had taken the one from her hands and motioned Billy to follow them into the backyard, leaving her alone. She grazed over the sea of teens, trying to spot anyone she knew. She noticed Steve and Nancy dancing freely in the living room, Nancy nursing a drink while Steve had a big smile on his face. She figured she’d grab some punch and then see what Billy was doing in the backyard, most likely a keg stand. He was the new ‘king after all, Tommy was probably expecting him to beat Steve’s record.

‘As luck would have it, she was right. She stood on the back porch with a cup of “pure fuel” in her hands, watching the teens crowd around him as he bent over the keg. They shouted various numbers, counting the seconds as he chugged down the beer. (Y/N) cheered with them, looking at him with bright eyes. His torso was glistening, beads of sweat running down his toned chest. Her cheeks flushed red just at the sight of him. The enthusiasm got louder as he finished the stand, spitting spews of beer out of his mouth. “That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!”, more cheers. Tommy passed him a cigarette and escorted him into the house, the gang shouting his name as Mötley Crüe’s, “Shout At The Devil” played on the speakers. Billy spotted her on the porch, grinning wildly at her. He shoved her into his side with his arm, hugging her tight. Tommy glared at the interaction. Never in her time with being friends with Steve has ‘Tommy liked her that much, and it seems things haven’t changed.

Typical Tommy.

(Y/N) was enjoying the feel of Billy's embrace a little too much. She knew he was already partially drunk, and she was feeling a nice buzz that she wasn’t planning on getting rid of anytime soon. Someone had to drive them home. ‘Tommy paraded them up to Nancy and Steve, (Y/N) wasn’t sure if it was to torchure her or show off Billy, probably both. ‘Billy and Steve stared each other down as if they were going to kill each other, it was really intense. Too intense for her liking. Still hooded under Billy’s arm, she shot Steve a sympathetic look. ‘As if to say ‘I’m sorry’ with her eyes. “We got ourselves a new keg king Harrington!”, Tommy declared. “Yeah eat it Harrington!”, another guy shouted. Somehow in ‘Billy and Steve’s stare down, Nancy had slipped away.

“You see Harrington- not only that, but I stole your girl away too”, Billy retorted. Oh shit- this wasn’t good. Steve glanced over at her, a nervous look in his eyes. “I don’t know what you're talking about man-”. How did Billy know about (Y/N)’s past feelings for Steve? “Well you see, this lovely lady under my arms thought the world of you, and frankly I- I just don’t see why! Point being, she has me now, you can go fetch that slut you settled for.” This interaction was making neither Steve nor (Y/N) happy, it left them feeling both angry and confused. Steve scoffed, chasing after Nancy. He was going to want to talk to (Y/N) about this later.

Steve really didn’t know what to make of what Billy had said to him. Mainly, it sounded like a warning; but he didn’t think Billy intended for it to be that. (Y/N) and him had been best friends forever, and even if he didn’t necessarily like Billy, there was no harm in her being friends with him, right? Though, something about what Billy said hinted that he meant more than just friends. Had (Y/N) liked him, loved him even? Was Steve really oblivious all these years- no, it couldn’t be. If he was being honest, he harboured a small crush on her in the beginning of middle school, but then Nancy came into his life. Nancy Wheeler hit him like a freight train right in the heart, and he then became a lovesick puppy. He couldn’t get enough of her. That’s when Steve began to realize, the jealous glances over the years, the slight distaste of Nancy that came off her.

But, why did it matter if (Y/N) loved him? He still had Nancy, or so he thought.

Tommy had left, leaving Billy and (Y/N) in the corner of the living room, an uncomfortable silence stirring between them. “Billy-how did you-“, she wondered in a whisper, but Billy cut her off. “You really don’t think Tommy would’ve told me? Besides, everybody knows”. She didn’t need to hear the last part. Besides, why did it matter if everyone knew- it didn’t matter to her anymore. “Does that bother you?”, she asked worriedly. Billy chuckled darkly.

“Darlin- you got nothing to worry about, I’m your new king now”.

Next thing she knew, they were on the dance floor. Billy had pulled her into the crowd of sweaty bodies, grinding on each other. Some people were making out, others chugging alcohol till they fell limp to the floor. She stared nervously at the rowdy teens, her body shaking. He noticed her agitation, placing a hand on her cheek, turning her to face him. He smelt of cheap beer and stale cigarette smoke, and a hint of cologne. She was caught with that intoxicating sensation again, making her hazy. His icy blue eyes peered into her (Y/E/C) ones, “Just feel the music princess- everything will be just fine”.

‘Their bodies moved comfortably against each other to ‘Billy Idol’s, “Flesh For Fantasy”. A perfect song choice in the moment. ‘(Y/N) was very much sober and very much aware of what was happening. Aware of Billy’s strong grip on her waist, aware of his hips moving against hers. Normally this would’ve been cutting close corners for her, but she was looking for an opportunity to lose herself. What better way than this? She ran her fingers through his thick blonde curls, her hips swaying a bit more. He sighed in contentment, making her shiver. His face was currently buried into her neck, placing soft kisses on her collarbone.

They continued their heavy sway for a while, Billy had started to form a hickey below her ear. She was definitely not going to be able to cover it up tomorrow, but she really didn’t care if people saw it- she wanted people to know that she wasn’t desperate. That she didn’t need Steve anymore. She wasn’t exactly sure what she meant to ‘Hargrove, but she knew that she wasn’t planning on leaving him anytime soon. (Y/N) felt him remove his lips from her neck, his hot breath waving over her. “Mhmm- left a pretty big mark sweetheart-“ he mumbled. She hummed in return, removing her hands from his hair.

The rest of the night consisted of more dancing, and Billy getting more intoxicated than he was before. Really drunk Billy- let’s just say it was quite the sight to see. He was a giggling mess, slurring his words and stumbling on his feet. “(Y/N)- has anyone ever told you-“ he hiccuped, “That you were gorgeous?”, another hiccup. She giggled at his comment, “Tons of people- but I bet no one sees me like you do huh?”, she supported him up against the kitchen counter. “Absolutely no one!” He cheered in a high pitch voice, damn he really was a mess. She tried to wrap his arm around her shoulders snatching his keys.”Hey- what are you doing?”, he gestured to the keys, “Getting you home-“, “Wait! Can we go to your house please?? I can’t wake up my dad letting him see me like this- he’ll kill me”, he pleaded. “Fine- just, try to be as quiet as possible, I got a sleeping family too”.

(Y/N) took him out of the house, nearly carrying him. She waved goodbye to a few mutual friends who were still conscious, muttering a soft “See y’all tomorrow, hope we aren’t all hungover”. This earned a few laughs from her classmates, bidding her and Billy a goodnight. Unlocking the passenger side to the camaro, she set Billy down lightly on the seat. “Being so ginger with me sweetheart- I’m not made of glass ‘you know”, he joked. “Whatever tough guy- let’s just get you to a bed, mhm?”. Placing her hands on the steering wheel, she realized she hasn’t driven a car since the summer, and a camaro is definitely nothing close to a station wagon. She took a deep breath- she could do this, no sweat. Besides, there was no way she could bring herself to ruin a car as beautiful as this one.

Billy must’ve passed out while they were driving, because when she pulled into her driveway, his eyes were sewn shut. She had to admit- he did look pretty adorable when he was sleeping. She tried to resist the urge to take a photo of him, but she couldn’t help herself. Pulling out her camera bag that was littered with pictures from tonight, she snapped a quick photo of him. The flash startled him, waking him up. “Sweetheart- were you taking photos of me in my sleep? That’s just creepy”, his voice was groggy. “How could I not when you were laying there looking like an angel?”, “Pfft- ‘darlin, I am a demon, Satan himself! ‘Ain’t no way I’m an angel!”, he scoffed.

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but Lucifer was once an angel”.

Fumbling with the keys to her front door while trying to help Billy regain his footing was hard. He was just about to lose consciousness again when she finally got the door open, it shouldn't have been as much of a challenge as it was- but Billy had a lot of weight to him. She didn’t notice the lights were still on till she saw her mom sitting in her reading chair, Mews on her lap and clad in a cat costume. Shit- what was she gonna say about this? “Oh! Mrs. Henderson- I see where (Y/N) gets all her good looks from!”, Billy squealed, “Ugh can it Billy! Mom I can explain-“ she shushed Billy, staring wide eyed at her mother. “Sweetie- you clearly had a wild night, just take this pound of muscle to your room, and we can talk about it while he crashes, okay?”- (Y/N) nodded quickly, dragging Billy to her room.

Billy flopped down on the bed, giggling wildly. “Honey! We’ve known each other for two days, don’t you think we ‘oughta know one another better before I sleep in your bed?”, (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the blubbering idiot. “This was your idea dumby! Just get under the covers and keep it shut, will you?”, she glared at him, closing the door and heading back to the living room.

“So no Steve, huh? He’s the one who usually spends the night”, her mom said softly. “Different reasons mom- I’m just trying to figure out who’s a bigger piece of work”, she huffed. “Well he’s quite the looker, ‘makes me wonder how you keep up with him”, Claudia smirked. “Mom! He’s new here- he just happened to notice me first”, (Y/N) blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Besides- what are you doing up so late?”, (Y/N) stared at the clock, “It’s nearly 1 o’clock”. “Busy night down at the Inn, just needed a little time to myself after Dusty went to bed”, she sighed, but (Y/N) knew she wasn’t finished. “Also wanted to see what mess you brung home, it’s always a new thing with you”, her mom laughed. “Billy’s- interesting, but I’m not sure, doesn’t seem like the most faithful type”, she sighed. “He may surprise you, and besides- if he hurts you he’ll have to suffer the wrath of your brother!”, Claudia giggled, smiling at her daughter. “Anyways- I’m gonna head to bed, early day at work tomorrow, you gonna go join the guy?”, she pointed down the hall. “Yeah yeah I’ll join the idiot in a second- just gonna get some water”, (Y/N) said tiredly.

Snuggling up on the couch, she sipped her water. The quietness was calming, the fact that everyone was at rest and she was the only one around southend her in a way. The fact that Billy was sleeping soundly in her bed, gave her a different feeling. Things with him- had gone by so quickly, and it was only just beginning. It was nice being with someone where the relationship had lasted longer than more than a few hours. Her past flames- had simply been one night stands, meaningless things to shy her away from Steve, but Billy was different. She actually liked him, and even though he came off as a jerk- he seemed really sweet on the inside. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder how Steve was feeling right now, the bomb had been dropped on him nearly two hours ago- it must be overwhelming to know your best friend was holding back feelings for so many years.

(Y/N) was just about to head to bed, till she heard a knock on the door. Who was here at this time of night? She opened the door slightly, and who she saw she didn’t expect. There Steve stood, his face red and puffy with tears in his eyes. His body was shaking, his shoulders were slumped over. He looked awful. “She- doesn’t love me- it’s bullshit! It was all bullshit!” He stuttered as his body continued to quiver. (Y/N)’s heart ached at his words, what had Nancy done this time? She didn’t know what to say, it’s not like she could’ve let him in. So, she just pulled him into a hug, “Steve-you can’t keep coming here like this- it’s not my job to fix you”, she tried to explain. “I know! I just don’t have anywhere else to go”, he cried. “I can’t tonight- it just isn’t the right time.” (Y/N) was attempting to tell him in the best way possible that Billy wasn’t there, but Steve caught on. “He’s here, isn’t he, Billy?”, Steve muttered angrily. “Out of all the guys in Hawkins- you chose him to get over me, that’s just flattering!” . Steve was making her feel sick, “Steve- I know you're hurting but you can’t take it out on me like that- it isn’t fair”, she pushed away from him. “I’ll talk about this with you tomorrow- when you're in the right state of mind, okay? Just please leave”, she pleaded. “Fine- I’ll see you tomorrow”, he breathed out harshly, walking back to his car.

She was on the edge of a breakdown, heart racing and choked up tears running down her face. This is not how she expected her evening to end- seeing Steve like that, broken and beaten again. (Y/N) thought she’d never live to see Steve crumble in her arms one more time- and with that she could’ve rested easy. At least she wouldn’t have to be alone tonight, she had someone waiting for her. Trying to stay quiet, she tiptoed down the hall. Opening the door, she walked in to see Billy sleeping soundly, the pink hue of her bedside lamp illuminating his features. She took notice of his leather jacket, jeans and boots scattered on the ground. That meant he was only in his boxers. Before joining him she slipped into an oversized AC/DC t-shirt and looked in the mirror, her hands grazing over the purple mark that had formed on her neck- the little bastard.

When (Y/N) laid in bed, even in his sleepy state Billy could notice the slight dip in the mattress. He groaned, “What took you so long…?”. (Y/N) chuckled softly at his tiredness. “Just an unexpected visitor, nothing to worry about”, she smiled reassuringly. “Well as long as you're okay, that’s all that matters”, he kissed her temple, pulling her into his chest. She snuggled into his side, sighing contentedly. She needed this. “Thank you”, she mumbled mindlessly. “For what sweetheart?”.

“For helping me start fresh”.

The couple held each other comfortably, sleep taking over them. (Y/N) rested her head on Billy’s torso, as he lazily made circles on the small of her back. Everything was blissful in that moment. Perfect. She’d deal with Steve tomorrow, for now, she had Billy Hargrove. Billy Hargrove with his strong hold and warm comforting body, Billy Hargrove who made her feel safe.

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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spiriting

Insert Coin - Chapter 2 / Series Masterlist

Waking up to the cursed sound of Monokuma’s voice, (Y/n) let her body remain in the warm confines of her duvet. Her eyes were heavy and burned whether she had them open or not. Turning, she let her back rest against the mattress, endless stare settled on the ceiling.

Every time she went to close her eyes, Byakuya’s bloody corpse was staring her in the face. His voice festered between her ears as it called her name. Quite possibly the last thing he’d said to anybody was him calling her name for help.

Stabbed over ten times between his abdomen and throat.

It must’ve been excruciating. To be working to bring everyone together only to be brutally murdered in your endeavors.

She can only hope death was quick to lay its merciful hands upon Byakuya’s soul.

And to be boiled alive, even.

A hand came up and over her heart, scrunching up the fabric of her sleepshirt, a new wave of misery banging at her brain as she thought of Teruteru. The Ultimate Cook. No, their Ultimate Chef. The least she could do was honor his wishes in her mind.

To be slathered in slimy batter and caked with breading was a mere inconvenience in comparison to being boiled - being cooked. The heat. The bubbling and popping of your skin as you quickly simmer.

It made her queasy just to think about.

All that pain, all that suffering - brought about by the hands of Nagito Komaeda. The sweet-faced, gentle-smiled boy of luck. The same boy she was planning on meeting in the dining hall.

Sighing through her nose, (Y/n) slowly rose from her bed before swinging her legs over the edge of her bed frame and pushing up to a complete stand. Her body felt like gelatin, mind in a foggy haze as she moved towards her closet, pulling off her makeshift pajamas and trading them in for cleaner versions of the clothes she already had on.

Exiting her cottage, (Y/n) was sure to lock her door before stowing the key away and heading towards the dining hall before anybody sent out a search party for her. The sand crunched under her shoes as she made her way to the dining hall, hopefully, the others had somehow forgotten about the entire night prior. If she could be the only one with the horrid memory of their friends’ deaths, she’d be happy.

Ultimate Peacekeeper and yet she couldn’t even keep two people alive.

Clenching her teeth, (Y/n) shook her head - if she thought like that then she’d be too busy throwing herself a pity party to focus on any of her peers. She reached out to open the dining hall door and stepped inside, and for a split second, her heart picked up at the thought of finding another body.

A corpse laid across the floor and Monokuma’s wretched voice bringing about another body discovery announcement.

Once again, she forcefully shook off her thoughts and pushed forward. Everyone was there. No, two people were missing.

Fuyuhiko, which was no surprise, seemed an avid supporter of being the “lone wolf” of their group. Nagito, on the other hand, was almost never by himself - despite his previous exclamations of being unworthy of a friend, he surely liked the company of the people on the island.

(Y/n) sidled herself up beside Hajime, giving the boy’s side profile a gentle, unnoticed smile - he looked exhausted, “How’re you feeling?”

“Hm,” Hajime flinched at the sudden noise, turning to lock eyes with the mediator, “I feel…” he looked down at his plate sadly, “fine.”

“Alright,” she pat his back, “if you need anything, I’m always available. It’s what I’m here for, Hajime.”

“Right,” the brunette nodded, he let his shoulders droop, defenses falling ever so slightly, “thanks, (Y/n).”

“Of course,” she nodded, looking around the dining hall once again and quirking a brow, “is it just me or… are there people missing?”

Before Hajime could answer her question, Monokuma appeared suddenly inside the cafeteria - frightening a few of the students. Hajime’s brows furrowed, “You can't just pop up out of nowhere like that!"

"Puhuhuhu, but I can!" what a high-pitched drawl, (Y/n) suddenly thought - she’d always been taught that villains have sickeningly deep voices and here Monokuma was, proving her entire life wrong, "I'm here to deliver the next motive!"

"A motive?" Hajime tilted his head in the midst of his confusion.

"It's not that I don't think you all love participating in my super fun killing game or anything..." Monokuma fidgeted, faking a new shy persona, "But, of course, I thought it would be even more fun to give you guys a motive!"

"Well, we've taken care of everything,” Kazuichi immediately rebuffed, “No one is going to kill anymore, no matter what your motive is!"

(Y/n) swung her head to look at the Ultimate Mechanic, “‘Taken care of’, what are you talking about?”

"Whatever you say!" the black-and-white bear waved off, clearly in disbelief of the boy’s words anyway, "If you're interested, there's an arcade machine in Jabberwock Park with a game on it that might have some cool info for you! And that’s as much as you’re getting from me, bye for now!"

"Ooh, fun!" Ibuki blurted out as Monokuma disappeared.

"Fun?” Hajime shook his head, irritation clear on his face, “No! Guys, we absolutely cannot play that game. This is Monokuma's attempt to trap us. Who knows? The game could be filled with lies to get us to kill each other!"

“Hajime’s right,” (Y/n) nodded, “If anyone plays that game, a murder is likely. I know it’ll be hard but we have to do our best to keep alive.”

Hajime could be a good leader. Strong, independent, commanding - a good man. He could be great. Then again, so was Byakuya.

Mahiru looked around and asked the question (Y/n) had before Monokuma arrived, "Wait, where's Nagito?"

Hiyoko giggled, covering her mouth with her hands as she did so, "He's probably too ashamed to show his ugly face around here.”

"No," (Y/n) interrupted, “I don’t think he’d be so self-conscious.”

"Don't worry about it,” Kazuichi waved off, locking his hands behind his head, “He isn't going to bother us anymore."

"What did you do?" (Y/n) pushed herself away from Hajime and toward the mechanic.

"Kazuichi, you probably shouldn't say stuff like that..." Nekomaru’s voice was strange - hasty, as if he was trying to hide something.

"Nekomaru, Kazuichi," (Y/n)’s brows furrowed as she looked between the boys, “Tell me, right now, what did you two do?”

"Well, we..." Kazuichi glanced at Nekomaru, "Took care of him this morning."

"You guys killed someone?" Mahiru exclaimed, face running pale.

"No! What the hell? Of course, not, we didn't do that!" Nekomaru shook his head as if he couldn’t fathom how his suspicious behavior could lead to that conclusion, "We found him on the way here and... tied him up. So he couldn't do anything drastic again! He's on the floor of the room we had the party in, he's- he'll be fine."

"So you guys - without telling anyone - kidnapped Nagito this morning and just left him tied up?" Hajime turned his head between the two, obviously done with the idiots, "Do you understand why that possibly wasn't the most fantastic idea?"

"What were we supposed to do, just let him run around acting like that?" Kazuichi asked, exasperated, "It's fine! He'll live, we just have to bring him food or something once in a while..."

"Now that we're in this mess, it will be difficult to pull us out," (Y/n) crossed her arms, thinking over the situation, “I’ll keep watch over him. I was going to do so anyway, but two people,” she glared directly at the boys of the hour, “decided to act without consulting the group,” as Mahiru prepared a plate, (Y/n) continued, “Just leave Nagito to me, I’ll be a babysitter for him - if anybody has an issue with him, please don’t act on your own until necessary. It could do more harm than good.”

Handing over the plate, Mahiru gave the peacekeeper a nervous smile, "Be careful, okay? Just run outta there if anything weird happens."

“Right,” (Y/n) nodded, taking the plate, “Kazuichi, Nekomaru,” the two hesitantly looked over to her - it felt horribly similar to facing a disappointed parent - she pursed her lips before giving a sympathetic grin, “I get where you two were coming from and I appreciate it, but don’t do something like this again. It’s dangerous.”

The two murmured out their agreements as (Y/n) left.

Crossing from the dining hall to the old building, (Y/n) flexed her fingers as she walked, gut knotting up inside her. Byakuya died there. Her friend, and to some extent, a role model. All because of the man she was going to be spending the rest of their stay at Jabberwock with. She had to. She needed to keep tabs over him if they wanted to avoid something like the party again.

Her hand stopped at the door handle, fingers resting against the cool metal.

She could just let him starve, it’s not like anybody would care. Nobody would check the old building anyway.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) pushed the door open - she’s supposed to be the Ultimate Peacekeeper and she was already dropping the ball with two deaths and a kidnapping. Letting Nagito starve was just a cruel and unusual punishment. An impulsive thought she'd never act on.

And so, putting one foot in front of the other, she continued down the hall Teruteru did. To find Nagito.

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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Vulnerable [chapt. 1/2]

[2012 Leo x reader]

Based off of a request from an Anon: "A reader who is good at archery?" and the art is in fact mine, signature in the corner.

Leonardo grimaced as he walked. On his bad leg he still limped a bit, but he no longer was so dependent on his crutches. Every step was a twinge of pain in his knee, but he continued, bow in hand and looking for prey. The rest of the team was back at the farmhouse—he wanted to do this alone. He needed to do something. For himself and everyone else.

He crept along the forest floor, senses hyper-aware of all of the things around him, as with his injured leg, he felt vulnerable. He jumped when a bird shot out of a tree nearby with another one hot on its tail feathers. When had he become so easy to start? Of course, as a ninja, he was trained to be skeptical. Aware. But he'd never felt so jumpy as he did after coming out of his coma, his throat wrecked and his knee in just as bad a condition. He took in a deep breath, then released it. Focus.

He definitely felt like he was being watched. He was in a sea of trees and bush, wandering and out of his element, having come from the city. It was such a jarring change to have been struck down in a construction site on that frightening day, only to wake up three months later in a quaint farmhouse outside of New York City. His stomach churned slightly recalling what he could remember from his encounter with the Shredder and the wave after wave of Foot Bots. The cold rain, and their mortal enemy's imposing figure stood above him before going in for the kill. He shook himself of those thoughts—not now. Today was sunny. He had to look around him for a second as if to assure that there was light shrouding everything. That there were no shadows to hide in. Shifting his footing, his knee suddenly jerked forward and sent a shot up pain up his leg. He had to resist making noise, but in that moment, a shudder ran down his spine. The sheer pain, he remembered, of the Shredder's blades catching his neck. The trauma to his knee. He didn't know when he'd started breathing heavily, still and partially leaning on his bow. When would he ever be able to recall that day without it shaking him so deeply? Would the memories hit him during his next and inevitable meeting with Shredder?

But he couldn't think about that now, not as he heard rustling in the brush ahead of him. He stilled. Crouching, he took to the large trunk of an oak and hid behind it, peering around the corner to catch a glimpse of what he was hearing. It sounded big; likely a deer. As long as he didn't engage with a buck and his fearsome rack of antlers, he would be okay. His knee ached as he kneeled there. No sudden movements, he reminded himself.

He looked around the side of the tree and saw it. A tall, proud buck and his air of regality, eating from a plant and seemingly unaware of Leo's presence. This was his chance to make himself useful. To stick it to his cursed leg that he wouldn't let it stop him.

Rising as slowly and quietly as he could, he lifted his bow and drew an arrow. He had to find the perfect moment. But he also couldn't wait too long, otherwise he would lose the animal. The buck paused his meal and looked up, smelling the air. He ducked back behind the tree when it actually turned its head toward him, almost as if in acknowledgement. But deer's eyes didn't face forwards—if it were looking for a threat, it would have turned its head. Ignoring that detail, Leo knew it would get his scent quickly, so there was not much time to waste as he aimed, shooting for something vital. The buck stiffened, readying to bound off. He was just about to let loose the arrow when he blinked, and suddenly, there was nothing. The buck was gone, the clearing was empty, and he was extremely confused. He stood up, letting down his bow as he stepped out from behind the tree and looked around him. It had been there one moment, gone the next.

He jolted when a twig snapped behind him. He spun around, arrow ready to fire. Standing only but a few feet away was the large creature looking down at him, and in his surprise, Leo hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do beside lower his weapon, eyes fixated on the impressive antlers the buck donned. Those could deliver a fierce blow.

He was backing away, opting to ditch the effort and try again another time, because the animal was certainly strong. And not with his bad leg could he defend himself as much as he would have liked—but unnaturally fast, the buck charged forward anyway. Heart pumping, Leo gasped and drew his arrow, trying to get a clear shot on the animal as it vanished around him, disappearing behind trees, reappearing elsewhere, running at him from every which way. He let out a loud grunt when he was struck in the abdomen by it, disoriented and trying to gain his footing. He tried to dodge the oncoming attack, but his knee buckled, and he fell to the ground against the mossy trunk of a massive tree. His bow was dropped elsewhere. In a last resort, he swiped his knife from his belt, eyes flitting about. He expected another blow from the strange animal, but nothing came. He was left in shock sitting there as he regained his composure, only noticing the buck out of the corner of his eye one last time.

He watched it, brow ridge furrowed intensely as he got up and snatched his bow from the ground. The buck only stared back, his reaching presence making an imprint in Leo's mind. He knew then that there was something else to this. He had no idea, not even a clue, of where to start with it. But the creature sauntered further into the trees, disappearing into the thicket.

"What was that?" he muttered to himself, unable to look away from where he'd last seen it.

He returned to the farmhouse later that night, meeting you at the front porch when he dragged himself up there. His knee was irritated to all hell from the exertion, and you could tell, too; he favored his good leg when he stepped, wincing as he came over. It was then that you noticed he looked a little more rough than you'd originally thought.

"Leo?" you said, meeting him at the stairs. He tried to give you a smile, but it was obvious he was absolutely beat, his leg was hurting, and overall, not in a good way. "Are you okay? What happened out there?"

You helped him up the steps with an arm around him, supporting his heavy weight as he made his way into the house. He groaned, a little shameful, "I got attacked by a...deer."

He left his bow and quiver at the door. A deer? You gave him a questioning look, and he continued, "Yeah, a deer. Like with the antlers. It came at me when it realized I was there. I've never seen something move so fast."

You were going to help him to the couch, but he shrugged your arm off with a sheepish smile, getting there himself. You sat down next to him. "So, an angry buck?" you asked. He nodded. "Weird...it's not mating season. Usually, they aren't so aggressive."

"Well, this one was," he said, "and I know this is going to sound weird, but…"

He knew it would be hard to explain why he suspected this was something otherworldly, due to the teleporting. He'd seen it clearly with his own two eyes. Still, it was just as confusing to him to think about as it would have been for you to hear.

"Wait, how do you know that?" he inquired. He looked over at you, blue eyes falling on yours.

You chuckled, "My dad was into hunting, so I picked up some stuff as a kid. You learn that pretty early on; the antlers on those things can really tear you up. Though...you're lucky for having natural armor." Gesturing toward his bow and arrow, you bumped his shoulder with your own. "I'd say I'm good with one of those."

Leo quirked his brow, curious for you to go on. He didn't doubt your statement one bit; he'd seen how you watched him practice, how sometimes, he'd catch you idly running your hand along the curves of the bow. "How good would you say you are?"

Grinning, you padded across the room and got his bow, drawing back the string experimentally. It had been a while. You threw a glance back at him over your shoulder. "Fairly," you replied, setting it down. "I think my parents started me out when I was twelve or so. With one of those kiddie bows, the ones that are easy to pull back? I'm no master, but maybe...I could come out and help you next time? I don't think any of us should be going out alone, anyway, especially you with your…"

He noticed your eyes had fallen on his injured leg.

"Uh, hold on. I'm not an invalid, [y/n]."

He didn't want to be snappish, but the last part irked him a little. He could handle himself out there. How well he could was a different story, but nonetheless, he felt weirdly infantile hearing that. It should have been him telling you that and offering to help, not the other way around.

Damn his leg.

Still, he knew he had to swallow his pride, for now. He really was in no shape to be wandering the woods on his own. He also noticed that it was a great opportunity to bond with you more without everyone around to overanalyze it.

"You know, I...I appreciate it. I know you're just trying to help." He tried to hide the disappointment he was feeling with himself, but it was easily replaced by more positive prospects. He hadn't ever spent that much time with you alone, as they were always going, going, going. The farmhouse and surrounding woods was a slow change of pace—a good change of pace. But even then, he still couldn't always get away from everyone else, especially Mikey and Casey. "What do you say we go out tomorrow?"

You nodded, "I say it's a date!"

"Y–yeah," He laughed, looking down at the floor. "It's a...yeah. I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, [y/n]."

"Night," you said as he headed up the stairs.

Mind on the kitchen for a drink before you went to bed yourself, you were slightly surprised to see April there, leaning against the counter with a curious smile on her face. "Oh, hey, April," you mumbled, reaching past her for a glass.

"Hey," she cooed, "so, a date, huh?" A knowing grin crossed her face, along with that twinkle in her eye she got any time something like this came up.

Face beginning to flush, you chuckled awkwardly as you filled up your glass from the tap. "Uh, it's more like a...it's not really a date. I just said that. For some reason. We're gonna go out into the woods and scope it out for a little bit." You glanced out of the corner of your eye and saw her sat at the kitchen table, patting the chair next to her. A date? Like that? No. In fact, he was likely offended to some degree that you even proposed helping him out. Not with how sensitive he was about his knee, lately, which was a hindrance to him. But you wanted to help, that's what friends were for. And maybe spending some time away from the antics of his brothers and Casey wasn't such a bad idea, either…

You were going to slip out of the kitchen, but April was set on getting the details. "Come on, girl talk!" she said, low enough so no one else would hear, but you could hear the excitement in her voice. "Did he get embarrassed? Oh, what about bringing lunch? Like a picnic, in the woods," she suggested, clasping her hands. "Quiet, away from you-know-who. It would be nice!"

"Okay, okay, slow down there," you said. You took a seat next to her and looked behind you into the living room to make sure there wasn't anyone there, then added, "You see, I don't know for sure…"

...if Leo felt the same way. There was a hunch, but that wouldn't do—you couldn't go off of a mere inkling, lest you ruin good friendship turning things weird. You liked him. How obvious it was, you didn't know, but you never tried to show it on purpose.

April noticed the uncertainty of your expression and put her hand on yours in your lap. She could feel your hesitance over the subject. "You're worried that he doesn't feel the same way about you," she stated softly. "Is that it?"

"In short," you answered with a small shrug as you kept your gaze on the edge of the table.

She tilted her head in thought, humming to herself. "Well, I think you should go for it, if that's how you feel."

Looking up at her, you inquired, "What if it makes things awkward between us?" That was the last thing you wanted.

"I think Leo might have a crush on you," she said finally. "Of course, I can't tell you definitely, but...it's just the vibe he gives me."

Your heart fluttered. April's intuition had always seemed pretty on point; you trusted her judgement more often than not. The question was, did you have the guts to come out with it to him, or would it be another time gone past? Hung up on her words, you blinked. "Do you think so?" you asked honestly.

She nodded and gave a reassuring smile. "I won't pressure you, but I still think you'll have a great time. I can put together a basket, if you want. We don't have much besides sandwiches, though." April was considerate. It was easy to feel comfortable around her; she was a gentle soul outside of combat, and supportive of yours and everyone else's pursuits (so long as they weren't harmful.) Especially pursuits of love, when they weren't directed at herself.

You thanked her as you got up, to which she replied that it was no problem. Leo's door was cracked slightly open, you'd found out when you passed by, and inside he was fast asleep. he tended to leave it ajar out of habit; he felt that he needed to be able to hear what was going on in the rest of the house in case something happened, paranoid of ambushes. The only time he wasn't conscious of his bad leg was when he was unconscious, and even then, you had a suspicion that he dreamed about it sometimes. Maybe even had nightmares. You recalled seeing him toss and turn one night while muttering incoherent things after he'd fallen asleep on the couch in the lounge, almost rolling off the side before you decided to wake him. Both the mental and physical wound was fresh at that time, so he panicked himself awake feeling your hand lightly shake his shoulder. He apologized as you tried to help him, instead taking his crutches and left by himself.

But Leo seemed to be having good dreams, tonight. You stopped just for a moment to watch him through the ajar door, seeing that his face was not tense, he wasn't moving around, and looked to be more at peace than he had in a while. That was all you needed to know.

"He looks pretty calm right now," a voice, Raph's, commented out from the blue next to you. He was leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched his sleeping brother. "Last few nights were rough. Wonder what has him all peaceful all of a sudden."

You couldn't mistake Raph's unusually soft disposition, even if he talked as gruffly as always. "Does he have bad dreams about it often?" you questioned him. Both of you knew what you were talking about, the event in New York City that landed them all at the farmhouse to begin with.

Sighing, he answered with a light scoff, "More like nightmares." For a second, you thought he was annoyed by you asking, but he continued, shaking his head. "This just…I can't stand seein' him like this. Not like this, this, but on those nights he gets nightmares, and the hobbling around…"

"It really sucks."

"Big time."

A silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. You both bonding over your mutual care for Leo and his well-being, brought together by circumstance. Raph went to bed. You did, too, thinking all the way that Leo deserved a good day. A normal-as-could-be day.

You'd take April up on that picnic idea, you decided.

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a/n: yeahh i find it difficult to believe Leo wouldn't have some kind of lowkey trauma aside physical after his last encounter with Oroku Saki before the Farmhouse

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Memories // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Sixth blurb request! For @paniconthepitch Requests are still open!

I know this was suppose to be a blurb, but I got carried away soooo :) enjoy that.

I really like this one guys

Summary - Readers boyfriend breaks up with her and she heads to Matthews house, where she recalls all the times she knew she was in love with Matthew.

Word Count - 2.7k

Prompts - "Just shut up and kiss me." & "I need a place to stay."

You know those days where you think they are going so well, and suddenly, the worst possible outcome of the day happens?

That was today for me.

After such a great date night, I didn't quite imagine myself walking down my boyfriends street crying.

Or should I say ex-boyfriend.

I trudged down the road, my fists clenched at my sides and head held as low as it could physically go without detaching from my body. I knew that moving in with him was a risky move, but I didn't have much choice. I had been kind of couch surfing for a while and he offered to let me stay at his house. A stable roof over my head.

Or so I thought.

Now here I was, heading in no particular direction with only a small suitcase dragging behind me, a wallet in my hand and a phone in my pocket. I had been walking for about 20 minutes. Turning down random streets, not really paying attention to what was happening. Here's another question for ya.

Have you ever heard of the saying, 'When it rains it pours.'?

Well I have. And I am currently experiencing it. Just as I turned onto what seemed to be the first familiar street I had seen in the past 20 minutes, it started *raining*. But not just sprinkling, no, I wasn't that lucky. It was a total downpour.

I looked up at the green sign above me.

*Oakland Street*

That was Matthew's street!

See, Matthew and I had been friends for a long time. I considered him family. His mom and my mom were great friends, and still are. She visits Marilyn still. But I rarely see him anymore, he's always busy filming which is completely understandable. And now your probably thinking.

*If he was such a good friend, why didn't you ask him for help when you were couch surfing?*

Well the short answer is that I was embarrassed of being basically homeless. I look up to him and I didn't want him thinking I was a lost cause or helpless little girl.

But I had no choice now.

I trudged up to his door in my now soaked clothes. I was still crying, despite me *really* trying to hold it together.

It was 9:38 and I was hoping he was still up. Chances are he was, judging by the many sleepovers we had in the past where he would stay up until 4 am. I knocked softly on the door, backing up a few steps from it. I wiped my face a little, trying to dry it from tears and raindrops, but miserably failing.

The door opened slowly to reveal Matthew in plaid pajama pants and a white tee. As expected, he was holding a cup of coffee, which he quickly set down on a table near the door.

"Y/n?" He tilted his head, not coming out of the doorway. I was sure I looked like quite the mess right now. Soaked clothes, flushed face, messy hair, exactly what I *didn't* want him to see.

"I need a place to stay." I was now looking down, tears welling up in my eyes again from sheer embarrassment. I could feel my fists clenching together, nails sure to leave bruises in my hand.

"Come in, come in." He waved me in. I kept my head down as I walked through his door. "Are you alright? What happened?" I had a problem with Matthew where I just couldn't lie to him, it had been like that all our lives. He was so hard to keep things from, whether it was because he was my best friend or because it was so hard to look into those soft brown eyes and tell a lie.

"I've been living with Ben for a while, because I haven't exactly had enough money to keep up with rent payments... But he just broke up with me." I looked up to see pity written across his face. "Please don't look at me like that. I know it's pitiful." I leaned my head all the way back on his couch, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm not trying to show pity y/n, I'm just worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you were having troubles?" He put his hand on my knee, shaking it for an answer.

"Because I knew you would look at me like that!" I waved my hands around his face.

"Whatever you say. Just tell me what happened." As soon as I got a few words out, I was tearing up again.

*"I just don't understand Ben! I want to understand! You never talk to me anymore." I was gesturing wildly with my hands, something I had picked up from Matthew at a young age. I was trying to get my point across.*

*"I feel like I'm taking care of you y/n! I don't need a child I need a girlfriend!" His eyes held so much hate, much different from the soft green ones I had fallen for a few months ago.*

*"What are you even talking about? I just got a job Ben. I clean the house every week. I cook dinner for you, and I'm paying part of the rent! What more do you want from me?" I felt so confused and defeated, the longer I talked the quieter my words became. "If you want me to leave I will. Is this some sick, twisted way to say you don't love me anymore?" He went silent for a moment.*

*"I don't love you anymore." His arms hung heavy at his side. Are you kidding me?*

*"Did I do something wrong?"*

*"You're just, you're hard to love y/n." What the fuck is that suppose to mean?*

*"Fuck you Ben! I did nothing to you." I ran to our shared room, packing my suitcase and grabbing my charger and wallett from the side table. "You are a real piece of work." I could feel my body aching from mental exhaustion. "I'll be back to get the rest of my stuff another day." I stood by the door, grabbing the handle. "Hopefully if I'm so hard to love, I won't be so hard to get over."*

"And that was the last thing I said to him." Matthews thumb wiped a tear from my cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess."

"You don't have to apoligize for having emotions y/n. I'm here for you, always." He had first said this to me when we were in middle school, I thought that was the sweetest thing a teenage boy could say. "You can stay here as long as you want, I miss seeing you around anyway." He smiled, pushing some hair behind my ear. I set my head on his shoulder. It was really hard talking to him about this stuff. I think the real reason it was so hard to lie to him, was because it's hard to lie to someone you are *so* in love with.

Matthew seemed to be out of reach my whole life. It wasn't that he was massively popular, or that we were part of different cliques. It was really just because I thought he could never see me as anything more than a friend.

When I was 13, that's when I fell in love with him. I just didn't know it at the time.

*"Y/n this is so great! I can't believe I got the lead!" Spencer was spinning in my swivel chair that sat at my desk.*

* "I've always told you that you we're good at acting. Maybe you'll be an actor?"*

*No way! I'm gonna be a lawyer or something." He nearly fell from the chair laughing, as if the proposition of being an actor was so out of this world. There was a sparkle in his eye that I had never seen before. It was so refreshingly different from the days he had come to me after school, telling me that some assholes were pushing him around.*

*"I'm so happy for you, you're gonna do amazing! You better not leave me when you're famous." I shoved his shoulder playfully. That was truly a joke, but I could feel, deep in my subconscious, I was afraid that maybe he would.*

*"I would never!" And he didn't.*

But I couldn't do anything about how I felt.

"I don't wanna be a burden on you." I had stopped crying, but I was still slumped on the couch like a wet rag, *literally*.

"You could never be a burden on me. Here." He handed me a picture frame from his side table. It was of me and him when were were 22, it was a surprise party I threw for him. "Do you remember this?"

"How could I forget the first time I got you drunk?" And the night I realized I was in love with you *for sure*.

*Matthew had refused to get drunk on his 21st birthday. He was so responsible that it was nearly infuriating. So when he texted me telling me that someone came up to him on the street and offered him a modelling job, I knew I had to throw a party. Just me him and some of our friends.*

*I led him into my house with 4 of our other friends there. There was a seemingly illegal amount of liquor on my dining room table.*

*"Oh no! Y/n no, you're not gonna get me drunk!" He looked down at me disapprovingly. I stuck my bottom lip out, and gave him puppy dog eyes.*

*"Please Matthew? Just one time? I wanna know what kind of drunk you are." My puppy face turned into a slightly mischievous one.*

*"What kind of drunk I am?"*

*"Yeah! Like sad drunk, funny drunk, angry drunk, sleepy, reckless, philosophical. I wanna know!" I giggled, dragging him over to the table and already pouring him a shot.*

*"Fine, just one time."*

*And I did find out what kind of drunk he was.*

*A lovey drunk.*

*"Brian. You are the coolest person I know!" Matthew slurred, leaning over to our mutual friend. "And Katie is the funniest." He pointed to Katie. "And you! You are my favorite person in the whole world, you know that?" He was now laying in my lap, his head looking up at me.*

*"You are a mess." I laughed, patting his cheek.*

*"I am not a mess! I'm totally coherent! I love you so much! Look at you!" He sat up, kissing my cheek. I'm glad he was drunk because I didn't want him to remember the dark shade of red my cheeks turned afterward.*

*I loved this man, and it was kicking me in the ass.*

"A lovey drunk you called me." He chuckled as I gripped the frame.

"Do you remember all the things you said that night?" I half smiled, remembering the kiss om my cheek.

"Not really, to this day I live in blissful ignorance."

"Well today is the day you know." I giggled, crossing my legs on the couch and facing him.

"Wait! Before you tell me of all the dumb things I did that night, let me get you some dry clothes." He stood from the couch, heading to his room.

"Thank you!"

He came back holding and NYU hoodie and some sweatpants. I snatched them from his arms with a big smile and headed to the bathroom to change.

The only time before that I had worn his clothes was freshman year after an asshole from school pushed me in the mud while we were on our way to study at Matthew's.

*Matthew and I were walking side by side on the walkway, talking about random things.*

*"If you do get a cat, what are you gonna name it?" Matthew asked, keeping his eyes forward.*

*"I think I would name it Leo. After Leonardo DiCaprio, he's a dreamboat." He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.*

*"Really? That dork?"*

*"Says you! You're a huge dork!" I nudged him into the road with a laugh.*

*Just then I heard loud and fast footsteps coming from behind us. Suddenly large hands were shoving me into the nearest mud puddle. I gasped at the cold liquid that was soaking through my jeans and yellow shirt.*

*"Nice outfit y/n!" The asshole laughed, running down the sidewalk.*

*"Fuck you Ricky!" Matthew threw up his middle finger and helped me out of the mud. "Come on, I'll give you some clothes at my house."*

*When we arrived he handed me sweatpants and a Nirvana shirt. I changed into it and Matthew probably laughed for 10 minutes straight. I was pretty short around that time, and Matthew had just had his growth spurt. To make a long story short, I was swimming in those clothes.*

I was now staring at myself in the mirror, wishing I had the chance to get use to the feeling of wearing his clothes.

"Okay! Time to remember an embarrassing night Gube!" I shouted, feeling far better now that I was in warm clothes. I plopped onto the seat, scooting next to Matthew. "Alright. Now what do you wanna know first?" I set my chin in the palm of my hand.

"So, what exactly is your definition of a lovey drunk?" He mimicked my position.

"A drunk who is very kind. They are constantly complimenting everyone around them and expressing their love and fondness. Can even turn a sad or angry drunk to a happy one." I shrugged.

"Okay, fair enough. What did I say that night?" I smiled evily.

"Ok, well, you told Brian that he was the coolest person ever. And Katie was labelled the funniest ever. You gave Mallory ten bucks for all the advice she had given you in the past. And you hugged Alex for around 5 minutes straight." The image of Matthew swaying with Alex was clear in my memory like it happened yesterday. He threw his head back him laughter, his face reddening with slight embarrassment.

"Did I say anything to you?" He stared into my eyes like he was going to find the words there before they came from my mouth. I rubbed my hands together.

"Uh, yeah. You told me that I was your favorite person in the whole world." He smiled at that. "And then I told you that you were a mess. But you informed me, so graciously, that you were *not a mess* and *totally coherent*. Then proceeded to say 'I love you so much! Look at you!' And you kissed my cheek." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, I was now looking down at my hands.

"Well you are my favorite person in the world," He tilted my chin up with his hand. "still. Maybe I'm an honest drunk."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Maybe I'm an honest drunk who was just sober enough to be too nervous to kiss you on the lips?" It came out as a question, I wasn't sure if he was genuinly asking a question or he was saying that that is *exactly* what happened. I'm hoping for the latter.

"What do you-" I was interrupted by his hand grabbing my chin.

"Just shut up and kiss me." He brought my lips to his, and of course I didn't hesitate at all to kiss back.

I ran my hands through those curls that I loved so much. His hands gripped my hips as I leaned into him more, I was so afraid that this was going to be a dream.

Like it was so many other times.

As he pulled away I kept my eyes closed, still hoping that it actually happened.

"Hey, are you okay?" He patted the side of my face lightly.

"Yeah, more than okay. How long?"

"Since we were 20. You?"

"Sometime in middle school." I snickered.

"Well either way, far too long." He put his finger under my chin again, bringing me into another kiss.

*Thanks Ben*

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I'm sorry, Breadstick. I will be praying for your grandmother, for sure the doctors will be taking good care of her. Family fights are inevitable but everything will get better, at that moment they are the closest people physically to you so enjoy, stay close and take care of each other. Family is one that is united even in the most difficult moments.

about your important decisions, I know you made the best possible choice, sometimes there are decisions that destroy the heart but fix our lives, so always try to look on the positive side of things

I'm going to take my afternoon off to study some school subjects that need my attention too. I went through the height of humiliation last week, I cried while studying because I couldn't understand the subject that the teacher taught in class. When I finished I just put my things away and went to take a nap

I had a lot to do at the restaurant that I work at last weekend. I take the orders for delivery (I don't think I've ever taken so many orders). And when the shift ended I went to help organize the invetory

my face was bruised after the shift, I have to wear two masks together (a simpler hospital one under and a thick fabric one over it) and a face shield

my classmates made fun of me at school this morning because i have a huge red mark on my forehead and my hair is still not big enough to cover it (at least the mask covers the bruise on my nose)

I have plans for tomorrow, I'll take my little sister to see the sunset in a clearing nearby, I'll take the opportunity and draw a little bit

I think I talk too much, sorry.

I'm sending you kisses and hugs! 💖💕💓💜🧡💚💖❤️💜💛🖤❤️

good luck with your schoolwork! I'm sure you'll be able to catch up. Don't demand too much of yourself

ily 💖💕💞💝💖💞

-dancing parrot 🐦🎶

Aw, thank you so much dancing parrot!! This means a lot to me <3

1) It is extremely kind of you to pray for my grandmother, so thank you. I will give an update under the cut on her health, so anyone who doesn’t want to hear about it can skip that.

2) Yes, my family and I have all made up by now! It’s just hard when you’re living in the same tiny house and there’s nowhere to go.

3) The more I think about it, the more sure I get that I did make the right choice. Whatever happens next is out of my control, but I did my best to make the best decision possible and I know that I’ve done what I can on my end.

4) Oh God, raise your hand if you’ve ever cried in school✋✋✋✋✋

I cried once in fourth grade because I didn’t understand and once in seventh grade. I also cried once in third grade, like full on sobbed, because my mom was sick and the doctors didn’t know why (it was like a really bad flu, except it wasn’t the flu and it lasted a while, and to this day the doctors aren’t sure what the hell that was but it certainly scared little-me). I’ve also very nearly cried in class, like I had to leave the room, for math-related issues a couple of times in the past. And I’ve cried not in class, but in the school building, for anxiety reasons, many times. I try my best not to do in front of people, but sometimes people know that I’m tearing up and need to leave because I’m about to have a panic attack. Shit happens. I know it’s really embarrassing, but crying is a natural human reaction and you know, like I said, shit happens. Crying it out isn’t the worst thing in the world when you think about it. And sometimes you just gotta stop and take a nap after. Rest and refresh.

5) I have a friend who used to work at a pizza place as the person who handled the delivery and to-go stuff, and she quit after a week, so props to you! She told me that she’s never been so stressed and also her manager really sucked and didn’t teach her how to do the job properly so she had to figure things out mostly on her own. The final straw for her was when the manager wanted her to train the new hire after she hadn’t even been here for a week yet. She was way too stressed so that just sent her over the edge and she quit. I feel for those who work in the fast-food or restaurant industries. I could never do that. When I had my pre-pandemic job at the grocery store, I got stressed out when it got busy, but grocery store busy is nothing compared to fast-food or restaurant busy.

6) If people were honestly making fun of you, then fuck them honestly. You’re working hard and they probably don’t even know the definition of hard work. A bruised face from the masks just means you were being responsible and caring for the safety of others while you did your job. Nothing wrong with that at all.

7) I hope you and your little sister had fun!! Sounds like a great little trip for the two of you!!

8) Sending you kisses and hugs back!! And don’t worry, you don’t talk too much :)

- breadstick 🥖

~~~~ Update On My Grandmother’s Health Under the Cut ~~~~

Unfortunately, the doctors gave a diagnosis: Stage 3 Lung Cancer.

It doesn’t come as a huge shock, she’s been a HEAVY smoker for decades, but it’s still somehow surprising too :( Like even though we all kind of knew at the back of our minds, it’s still unexpected in a way. She will be undergoing treatment, and that will give us hopefully a few more years. But it could potentially be a few months, depending on how her body reacts to it, which is a scary thought. The doctors are learning towards a positive outlook with a couple more years though, so that’s good. It’s just sad to know that like, this is what will kill her. There is no cure, and the doctors are certain that one day the cancer will kill her, whether it’s in a few months or a few years. It’s weird, because the last time I saw her she was fine. She’s been so careful about pandemic, and really never leaves the house, so we got to see her every couple of weeks since we’re both not going anywhere and being safe. And our last little visit, she was totally fine. It feels sudden and not real, but I know the reality will set in soon. I think it’s like that for my dad, too. We’ve never been super close to my grandmother, not like some people have deep bonds with their grandparents, but we’ve been close enough and she’s our family, you know? So it’s just sad. Trying to be hopeful about it, but there’s also just the facts that we need to face, too 💔

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resident-beekeeper · 4 years

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This is a continuation of this post, because that was getting far too long so I thought I'd split it up.

When it gets to autumn it's time to get honey and wax.

Early autumn mind, so the bees have plenty of time to build up depleted stores ready for winter.

Geralt puts bee escapes in the hives they're collecting from (basically 1 way gate things that gets all the bees out of a super so they aren't there when you take it away), but obviously not in all of them because not all the colonies are strong enough to give honey.

Of course Jaskier insists upon helping Geralt carry the supers into their house because there are quite a lot of them.

Only it turns out that honey is very heavy and he doesn't have the upper body strength to lift a super and then carry it any distance. So Geralt takes it off his hands.

In his defence he did try very hard to lift a full super. Definitely gets points for effort, if nothing else.

The kitchen then gets covered in cardboard and sheets are hung up to cover the door frames. It is also thoroughly cleaned so the honey is free of bacteria and stuff.

Now it's time for spinning.

Geralt is old fashioned in his beekeeping and so has a hand powered centrifuge. Which means that he needs to spend a while spinning the honey round and round to get it out of the wax. It's pretty hard work and his muscles look very good.

This is the best picture I could find on the internet of a centrifuge. Mine is a little different and has a lid to help avoid spillages but its currently underneath a lot of stuff because I won't need it for several months. Anyway Geralt would spin the handle that's on the side.

Jaskier is on holding the centrifuge steady duty because he's strong enough for that, and not trusted with a knife. It also gives him a chance to look at Geralt's muscles but shhh.

Yennefer for some reason is trusted with a knife, so she's cutting the caps off the cells. (Honey gets little wax lid things put on it by bees to preserve it, called caps. This needs cutting off so that the centrifuge gets it out properly. A hot knife is best to cut through wax because it melts ot a bit.)

Ciri is in charge of giving Yennefer the honeycomb to cut the caps off, removing the wax that had been spun from the centrifuge from its wooden frames and giving hot water to Yennefer to heat up her knife.

Which sound like a lot but it doesn't take much to move around frames, and the hot water only needs replacing every 15 minutes or so. So it's only 1 proper job really.

This makes it sound a lot calmer than it was. It was highly highly chaotic.

For one thing, honey gets fucking everywhere and is very sticky. But it's also surprisingly slippery when theres above a certain amount in 1 place.

Jaskier keeps eating bits of honeycomb with honey in which slowly makes him feel sick from all the sweetness. But also now hes got beeswax in his mouth and nowhere to put it. And if you chew beeswax for long enough it gets all crumbly.

Ciri, Geralt, and Yennefer's hair gets honey and small bits of wax in it even though its tied back. None of them can go outside in case bees or wasps find them and follow them back inside to where all the honey is.

When all of the honey has been spun, and then transferred into a settling bin (a smaller tub that you put honey in to let bits of wax rise to the top so its easier to get them out of the honey) it's time to deal with the sticky wax.

Geralt and Ciri normally make beeswax candles together, but the wax needs to not have any honey in it otherwise it smells of burnt sugar when it burns and smokes a bit.

So they need to separate out the honey and wax by melting it. (Wax is hydrophobic and less dense than honey so it rises to the top and when it solidifies you can take it off in blocks. This often needs to happen twice.)

They all gather up the wax that Ciri got out of the frames and squash it into some metal dishes that Geralt has for wax melting. (I do not have this sort of thing, but I figured Geralt probably would. Instead I use dishes that are also used for food which are always a massive pain to clean.)

They then get put into the oven which is on very low, and left for a while. Geralt takes them out when the wax has melted because it's a lot of hot liquid that really needs to not be spilled especially because wax is very hard to get off stuff.

There's lots of metal wires in the wax that need taking out with great care, so of course Jaskier underestimates how hot the melted wax actually is, reaches into the wax to get the wires out, and promptly burns himself.

Ciri takes out the wire with a fork so that she doesn't burn herself.

She also takes out the wax that hasn't melted, which is bad for making candles with. (I have no idea why there is wax like that but there always is. Its generally a different colour too.)

Once its cooled down, Ciri takes the wax and cleans it. (Theres always gunk inbetween the honey and wax when it separates.)

Every year as a treat, Geralt lets Ciri choose one extra candle mould when she makes candles. At this point she has about 10, because she started off with more than 1 anyway.

This year she decides on a light house because she doesn't have many tall candle moulds.

Jaskier gets wind of this and decides he wants to get Geralt one. So he gets the THORNE catalogue and looks at the candle moulds. (THORNE is a supplier of bee stuff. There's so much stuff you can buy from them, including a bee suit with knee pads built into it. They sell candle moulds too, along with wicks.)

There are a lot of potential candles for Jaskier to choose from.

He's very tempted by the 'lovers' one because he is giving it to Geralt.

But then he turns the page and sees a candle that has been censored for the magazine.

And it is called '50 shades of wax'. So of course Jaskier has to get it because hes almost certain Geralt's reaction will be priceless. (This particular candle is one that I saw in a THORNE catalogue. I have no idea how many people would ever want to buy it, especially because you couldn't see what was going on because it had a red box covering most of it that said '18+' on it.)

He orders it separately from Ciri's though, because it needs to be a surprise and also he doesn't want to explain to Ciri why he got it for her dad.

When it arrives he shows it to Geralt just before they're about to go to bed.

Geralt isn't really aware of books that have come out even slightly recently, unless it's something that Ciri likes.

So when he sees what it's called, and especially without knowing what it looks like (it's a solid mould and a relatively complicated design so it's difficult to see what it is) hes just really confused.

Because of course you can dye wax so that it's different colours, but those aren't really shades?

And beeswax does come in slightly different colours, but that's normally impurities in the wax, rather than the wax itself being a different shade.

So Geralt just looks at it in confusion for a long time.

Jaskier eventually puts him out of his misery by explaining why it's called that, and roughly what it will look like.

But by this point the mood Jaskier was hoping for has well and truly been spoiled.

But at least he got a laugh out of it, if not how he was expecting to.

That's probably enough for now? I'm definitely gonna add more. They still need to feed the bees and actually make candles. Among other stuff.

(@jaskierisanangel because someone wanted to be tagged so they could see more? Which is wild to me but also makes me so happy)

#the witcher #geralt #jaskier #yennefer #ciri #geraskier #bees #beekeeping #this was once again mostly a ramble about bees #the witcher au #if anyone want to know about bees #i will talk about them to pretty much anyone

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Dinners And Panic Attacks

Pairing: Platonic! Lee Felix x Yang Jeongin (and platonic! Stray Kids x Jeongin)

Genre: Fluff and angst

Warnings: Panic attacks and angst

Summary: Yang Jeongin wants make dinner for his members, as an apology. He should have known, that all the anxiety and stress would come and make their presence known. Basically Yang Jeongin truly should have known better and not loose his shopping list.

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Jeongin is the maknae of Stray Kids. Everybody knew it, people loved him and his desert fox -like feautures. His members were no execption. They too loved their precious maknae from the bottom of their hearts. Jeongin loved the members too, very much so, but he wasn't sure how to show it to them, without getting embarrased out of his mind. He didn't know how to handle the huge amount of love the members showered him in, he often felt awkward and found himself pushing them away with harsh words, blush dusting his cheeks. He and the members knew, that he was just joking and didn't know how to handle all the love. But sometimes, on a bad day he might seriously snap or someone could take his words to the heart. That's when Jeongin truly hated himself. He always apologized, but he still felt too guilty and he knew that his words and actions had hurted them. He just was so stressed, he didn't know how to cope with all the emotions he kept bottling up. Especially now that they were preparing for a comeback. Granted, everyone was stressed and a bit on edge, which made everyone sensitive. Jeongin was rigid with tension, holding himself from snapping, especially when members took comfort in clinging to him. He could feel himself grow more and more frustrated and anxious, but his hyungs were so fragile now. If there was a time, that members would take his words too harshly, it was now. He often now cried out of anxiety during the late hours of the night as a way to release some tension. He was glad, that he hand't been caught yet, he really wasn't in mood for explaining anything.

So he has been avoiding his hyungs with all his might, it seemed like this hurted them more than when he snapped at them. His conscience was heavy and it was eating him alive. He needed to apologize for being so distant. He needed to show that he still cared. Jeongin decided to cook some dinner for them. If only he knew that not everything would go according to the plan.

Jeongin rushed to the kitchen as soon as he heard the dorm door click closed. He had been planning this enough to make sure, that every members possible was out of the dorms. 3Racha was producing and were still polishing some tracks and making sure that everything would be the best, that they could do. The rest went to dance practice, but Jeongin claimed to feel a bit sick (which wasn't a lie. He felt sick with anxiety, which scooped his stomach every few minutes) and got the time he needed. He knew, that he would need to practice harder now that he slacked off a bit, but his hyungs were worth it. Nobody had stayed behind with him, thanks to his persuasion skills. Relucantly, others had agreed to go and practice without him.

He checked the fridge and cabinets to see which ingredients were missing. He then made a shopping list and went to the closest grocery store to buy them. He knew that he didn't need to rush too badly, but he had this weird energy just flowing in his veins, making him move faster.

Jeongin looked trhough the aisles, searching. He found the ingredients quicker than he thought and he could only smile proudly. He went over all the stuff that was in the basket and nodded to himself. He had managed to loose the shopping list at some point, but he trusted his memory enough, of course after he was done panicking. He had earned a few weird and worried glances at his way when he had gribbed his hair and wailed quietly in despair in the middle of the shop. He had apologized sheepishly and settled for pinching his wrist to keep himself in check. Jeongin went to check out, the cashier glancing at him every so often as she completed her task at hand. It made Jeongin a little uncomfortable, despite having a job, where people constantly stared at him. He just bit his lip behind his mask, payed for the groceries and thanked her, before scurrying off. He realized, that he had to walk home with the plastic bag in his hand. It wasn't very heavy, but would feel very heavy while walking. Jeongin groaned and stared at the blue sky in annoyance. Despite stressing and thinking about his plans multiple times, he still somehow overlooked this. He sighed, picked up the plastic bag and started walking as quickly as he possibly could, towards the dorms. He made sure that nobody had tried to reach him or even messaged in the group chat. His mind eased a bit, seeing that there were no notifactions. With a lighter mind, he rushed home.

He was slightly out of breath, when he reached the dorms. He toed off his shoes, threw his jacket onto the hanger and started unpacking the groceries. He was going to make some pasta, considering that it was quite easy, but still very delicious. Jeongin definitely wasn't the best cook out there, but he wasn't too shabby. He washed his hands and started preparing the meal. He was actually enjoying himself as he listened some music while putting the sphagetti into the water and letting it boil. He then prepared the minced meat, seasoning it and adding the tomato sauce.

"Ok, now I just need the food cream", he mumbled to himself, walking over to the fridge. He almost wished he didn't. Because the sight that greeted him back, was not what he was expecting or wanted. The food cream wasn't there. His breathing got stuck in his throat, his mind started whirling. Why isn't it there? Where is it? He panicked, looking over every shelf possible and every possible place that the cream could be in. By that time he was sobbing, choking and completely out his mind. Like all the anxiety and stress he had kept inside were now unleashed in form of this... What ever it even was. He couldn't breathe. His sobs transformed into heaves as he tried to get enough oxygen in and out of his lungs. He could faintly hear the meat sizzling on the pan, but a few moments later, he couldn't hear anything else except his own ragged breathing and thoughts that were too loud and too messy. He toppled over and his elbow hit the ground painfully, as he tried to get himself upright. He couldn't he was shaking too much, so he sat up shakily, leaning onto the counter. He couldn't get up. The tears blurred his vision, making him even more panicked. Where was his phone? Slowly he felt himself loose rational thoughts as the lack of air made him feel like he was dying. It felt like there was something in his throat, physically blocking his breathing, he desperately clawed at his throat. He was sweating and he was sure it was not because of the heat from cooking. Jeongin wasn't sure if he was ugly sobbing or if he was silent. He wasn't sure if he was now lying on the floor or still sitting. The panic had clouded his head. He was going to die.

Felix was coming back from practice, as he was still worried about their maknae and insisting to go and check on the younger boy. Jeongin had been unnaturally quiet and avoiding them, he was starting to get worried about him. He quietly came in throught the front door and immediatly smelled food. He smiled a bit, but he was a bit confused. It smelled like whatever was being cooked, was starting to burn. Felix took careful steps towards the kitchen and that's when he heard the quiet gasps and pants. He leaped the rest of the distance to the kitchen and he felt like his head stopped working for a hot second: The water was boiling over, the meat on he pan looked fine but smelled a bit burned, it was smoking a bit, but what truly caught him off guard was Jeongin. Their lovely maknae was laying on the floor, gasping for breath and sobbing. He himself panicked before quickly turning the stove off and moving the food away, then dropping to his knees next to the youngest member.

"Jeongin!" he called out to the boy on the floor, lifting the boy so he was upright and leaning on the counter. Jeongin flinched and a choked cry escaped his mouth. The younger tried to scramble away.

"Jeongin it's me, Felix! I need you to tell me what's going. Are you having an allergic reaction? Panic attack?" He asked frantically, trying to catch the younger's attention. Finally Jeongin heard him. Jeongin recongnized Felix's deep voice and tried to focus on him. He was gasping as he reached to grab Felix. His coordination was off and just brushed Felix's hoodies sleeve. Felix understood what he tried and guided his hands to Jeongin to grab. Jeongin's hold was almost bruising, as he tried to hold onto him.

"I-I c-can't. breathe!" he finally got out. Felix stroked Jeongin's trembling hands, that were still locked around his wrist.

"Allergic reaction?" he asked again, looking frantically around for his phone. Jeongin shook his head hastily. A panic attack, Felix's mind concluded. He felt a bit relieved to know that he wasn't in immediate danger.

"Jeongin, I need you to breathe. You're not dying, you're having a panic attack. You're okay", he calmly said. Jeongin's mind slowly caught up. If this was a panic attack, why did he feel like he was drowning and dying? It shoudln't feel like this, did it? He was brought back, by Felix's voice yet again when the older boy gave him slowly instructions to breathe.

"Inhale through your nose for five seconds -good job, Innie-, hold it for four seconds, you're doing great! Shh, no no, you can do it. Let's try again. Inhale through your nose for five seconds. Good good... Hold it for four seconds, great job. Now exhale for five seconds. You're doing amazing job!" Jeongin truly tried to follow his instructions, but then he felt like he chocked. He started gasping again irregurlarly and crying harder.

"Shhh Innie, you're okay.. Ok huh.. Innie, can I hold you?" Felix asked. Jeongin took a moment to understand, but when he did he nodded. Felix brought the boy against himself, wrapping his arms loosely around him, just incase if Jeongin wanted to leave, he could. He pressed Jeongin's head against his chest, where his heart was.

"Focus on what you hear. My breathing, my heartbeat, my voice. You can close your eyes if you need to", Felix said, while quickly planted a light kiss on top of Jeongin's head. Jeongin did as Felix asked. It took time and patience for Jeongin to calm down and get his breathing under control, but Felix held him through it, not giving up on him. Even when Jeongin no longer had problems breathing, Felix still kept talking to him. Jeongin felt drained and he wanted to sleep for the rest of the week.

After laying and sitting on the floor, for what felt like hours, Felix finally said:

"What happened? You don't need to talk about it if you don't want to, I'm just worried." Jeongin barely opened his eyes to throw a glance at him and sighed.

"I wanted to cook for you guys.. As an apology for avoiding you and being snappy. It was going well.. Until", Jeongin mumbled the last part, so that Felix had no idea what other said. He gently asked for the younger to repeat himself again, reminding that he wasn't one to judge.

"I... I couldn't find the food cream anywhere. I just.. I panicked and the next thing I knew, I felt like I was drowning", he said with downcast eyes. He felt embarrased and dumb. Felix just took a deep breath and caressed his cheek.

"I know what you're thinking... It wasn't dumb or pathetic. You're not weak either. These things just sometimes happen and it's okay", he said with a gentle tone. Jeongin closed his eyes again, when tears started burning then again. Felix sighed and hugged hin tighter.

"I'm sure all of us would have accepted your apology, even without the food. Can you tell me why were you so distant?" He whispered. Jeongin nodded.

"I felt so snappy and moody. And you guys clinged onto me so much, I couldn't just tell you off, because right now you're all so sensitive and I didn't want to hurt you", he explained quietly. Felix was quiet for a moment then asked:

"Does us clinging to you, make you anxious?" Felix honestly feared for the answer. Had they been causing Jeongin unintentionally anxiety? His own anxiety started bubbling inside of him.

"No no! I like it... I don't know how to handle it all though, so I usually just.. You know, snap at you playfully, but now all of us are so.. On edge. I didn't want to upset anyone, so I said nothing. And now that everyone is stressed, I kind of want my own space for awhile, but.. I just can't say anything", Jeongin rambled. Felix was quiet and listened.

"You shouldn't feel like you were suffocating. You know, you can talk to us, we would understand", he said quietly. Jeongin quietly just nodded.

"Well, do you want to finish that pasta sauce? We can go buy some food cream and just warm it all up again. From what I saw, it didn't burn badly so it will be okay", Felix suggested with a grin. Jeongin smiled faintly and nodded in agreement.

The two boys finished the cooking pretty nicely, it tasted good, aside from the little burned after taste.

They were satisfied with the dish. Then they could hear as the front door was slammed open and the other 7 rowdy boys came in. They both jumped at the sounds a bit and looked at each other.

"Ohhhh I smell food!" They could hear the others chatter, as they rushed to the kitchen. Jeongin could his blood rushing to his cheeks as the boys' faces showed all different ranges of surprise, seeing him and Felix stand on the center of the kitchen, Jeongin with a spatula in hand and Felix with the plates. Jeongin slowly inched himself behind Felix and rested his head against his back.

"What... Did you guys plan this?" Jisung asked loudly, pointing an accusing finger but his lips were streched into a wide smile. Felix chuckled and petted the younger's head with his free hand, sad smile on his face.

"No.. This was Innie's surprise, but I walked in on-", Felix started, stopping at his sentence to glance at Jeongin, confirming that he was still fine with it. Jeongin nodded.

"I walked in on him having a panic attack", Felix said, frowning as the mental image of Jeongin laying on the floor, looking so weak and... Just bad. He looked like he was in pain. There was a heavy silence and Jeongin clung onto Felix tighter. Yeah this was a bad idea. His breathing started picking up yet again as the knot in his throat appeared again. It wasn't bad yet and he swallowed in big, deep breaths. His knuckles were turning white as his grip got even tighter on Felix's hoodie. His hands started to shske ever so slightly. He shut his eyes tight and willed himself to breathe. He couldn't focus as he heard the members get loud again. Then it was silent. Jeongin thought that he was under water again, where he coudln't hear anything again. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he whipped his head up, eyes wide. There was Chan, looking at him with those beautiful eyes wide with concern and worry.

"You're okay, Innie", he said softly. Jeongin nodded and loosened his hold on Felix's hoodie, but stayed close. Felix was safe. Felix was comfortable. Not that the others weren't, but Felix just had this... Aura. A feeling.

The dinner went well, the boys enjoyed the food, despite the after taste. He then of course explained what really had happened and what drove him to even making dinner in the first place. Felix held his hand through it all. The older members were upset, no doubt about that. They had apologized for not being considerate of his feelings, but Jeongin just brushed them off with a wave of his hand.

"It's okay. Let's just.. Try to talk things out, when these situations occur", he said with embarrased smile and pink cheeks.

"Ahhhh our maknae is growing up", Hyunjin wailed before hundling closer to hug him tight, before of course asking a permission to do so. Soon there was a big group hug. Or more like a family hug, if you asked Jeongin. Even in the mess of limbs, Felix still managed to hold his hand.

#bang chan #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #lee felix #kim woojin #seo changbin #stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #yang jeongin #lee minho #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids x i.n #stray kids x lee felix #stray kids x stray kids

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'Rome in Love's Italia Ricci Previews Amelia & Philip's 'Playful Relationship'

By Meredith Jacobs Meredith Jacobs

Italia Ricci got to spend five weeks in Rome to film her new Hallmark Channel movie, Rome in Love, and it was a change from her Designated Survivor character, Emily Rhodes.

"Especially after playing Emily and having to deal with such dark, heavy stuff for five months, it was so lovely to spend five weeks in Rome getting to love and play so much joy and happiness and have fun — not that I wasn't having fun on Designated," Ricci told TV Insider. "It felt like I was on my own vacation filming this movie. I was so lucky to be part of it. I'm really glad to be a part of the Hallmark family."

Her character, Amelia Tate, is an unknown actress who lands the role of a lifetime in Rome — in a remake of Roman Holiday — and meets Philip (Peter Porte), an American journalist profiling her.

Here, Ricci previews Amelia's journey (and her own!) in Rome, relationship with Philip, and more.

Tell me about your character and what brings her to Rome.

Italia Ricci: I play Amelia Tate, who is a small-town girl who lost both parents tragically very young and her life got realigned as far as her priorities were concerned. She had to stay home and take care of her sister instead of following her dreams of becoming an actress. She ends up doing community theater for fun and managing a coffee shop and becoming happy with that.

Then life throws a bit of a curveball and gives her another chance and she takes it. She's thrust on this adventure she never expected, and it's a whirlwind and it's exciting and it's scary. It's everything that she could have imagined and some things she couldn't have with lovely surprises.

And how is Amelia handling and approaching everything, considering Italy is very different from her hometown?

The culture clash is pretty exciting. It was really fun because she's a total tourist, and she really doesn't try and hide it. She doesn't try and pretend to be anything that she isn't. So it's sweet that she gets to take Philip's hand and be led through this beautifully romantic city and all of its history and really absorb what's going on and what's happening to her and relish in the dream come true.

Can you talk about Amelia and Philip's first meeting and first impressions of each other, and how that changes as they spend time together?

They don't really meet, but the first time they lay eyes on each other is when he and Petruzzi bring a welcome cart to Amelia's room, which is actually the room Audrey Hepburn stayed in when she was filming Roman Holiday, so that was pretty cool to film in. They bring her a welcome cart, and she sort of is taken aback at this handsome gentleman who's bringing it in, so you see a little bit of the eyes there.

Then they're formally introduced by the director of the remake of Roman Holiday, and he's introduced to her as a reporter so she gets taken aback and finds it curious and interesting and I think a little exciting. They already have a fun repertoire because she's now caught him in his day and night jobs, so to speak. It sets it up for them to have a very playful relationship.

What's Amelia's relationship like with her sister? Kathryn's her biggest supporter, right?

Yep, Kathryn is definitely Amelia's biggest supporter and fan, and Amelia doesn't really have anyone in Rome who she can keep herself grounded with because everything's happening so fast. It's wonderful and exciting, but it's a lot and she needs to process and digest it and freak out about it a little.

It's really sweet, and even though she's her younger sister, at times she has some very grown-up advice, and they know how to handle each other. I don't have a sister, but I would hope if I did, the relationship would be similar.

Can you talk about filming the movie? Everything looks so beautiful.

Oh, it was stunning. I honestly had such an amazing time. It flew by. I couldn't believe how quickly it went. It was such a gorgeous setting, a perfect time of year. Every location was more breathtaking than the last. My parents got to come out, which was great, and they even were extras in the movie. I actually think they may have been cut out of it, but don't tell them that.

It was a total, total dream. Everything that I'm seeing in the movie that you guys are seeing me see, no matter how many takes we did, it was still so breathtaking. It never got old. I could still go back and marvel it, and I've been to Italy tons of times now and it's such a gorgeous place.

What about it will draw in viewers who enjoy watching Hallmark?

It's a fairytale. It's a Hallmark movie. It is exactly what you want it to be. It's got sweetness. It's got fun. It's light. It's got love. It's charming. You feel good watching it. It's one of those movies that you can put on at any time and it will just put you in a good mood, and it just keeps you happy.

Honestly, my mom lives and dies by Hallmark, so this one is for her and she couldn't be more excited about it, so I knew it was a good one when she read the script and got head over heels for it. I'm excited for everyone to see it.

What do you think makes this movie stand out from other Hallmark movies?

First of all, there's no Christmas or holiday in it. There's Roman Holiday, but there's no holiday holiday.

There's no triangle. There's usually one villain. There's no real villain in this movie. The situation is the villain instead of there being a terrible boss or an ex. There's usually a person who ends up embarrassed in the movie, I think, in the ones I've seen anyway, which is great for those storylines, but I think this one doesn't have that.

Nobody's the bad guy, so you're rooting for everybody and enjoying watching the story unfold.

Rome in Love, Movie Premiere, Saturday, July 27, 9/8c, Hallmark Channel

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#interviews #italia ricci #rome in love #summer nights #hallmark movies #hallmark channel #link #photo preview

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seashanties-and-tales-blog · 6 years

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So happy you liked my mute necromancer Uzuka. I couldn't help but giggle at your analysis for a possible love triangle between her Kirishima and Shinsou! Since you have graciously opened your ask box for the holidays could I ask you to take a crack at that idea? I cant help but want a snowy day kind of theme and fluffy as possible. Of course just as a reader insert so everyone can enjoy. Have a good day lovely!

Ahh is this a love triangle for Kirishima and Shinsou then? Hope this is what you intended. And thanks so much! ^^ I’m really happy you liked it!

Ever since Shinsou has been accepted into the hero course,you’ve gotten to spend more time with him. You were friends before, though youdidn’t get to spend much time with oneanother considering you’re in class 1A and he was in general studies. Afterlots of hard work and dedication, Shinsou finally made it – and you two arecloser than ever.

He was thankful to have a friend upon joining, Midoriyasomewhat included. You’d always been there for him, a great support along theway. Perhaps you’re also more than that – a crush.

Yes, Shinsou totally likes you. It’s hard for him not too,and he isn’t the only who’s fallen under your spell.

“(Y/N)! Sit with me!” Kirishima calls out, patting the emptyspot on the bus beside him. That big, toothy grin makes it hard to say no – butyou do.

“Sorry, Kirishima, I told Shinsou I’d sit with him!” Yourespond sympathetically.

Kirishima groans in disappointment, pouting as Kaminari sitsnext to him saying, “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll sit with you!” As if that fixesthe problem.

Yes, Kirishima likes you too. He’s liked you since the firstday of class when he first laid his eyes on you. What gave you the right to beso pretty, he doesn’t know. To smile and laugh and make his heart ache, toalways be so cute when you admire his manliness, to just… be the way you are.

He’d been hoping that, during the heroics department’swinter trip to a ski lodge and resort, he’ll be able to grow closer to you. Perhapsshare some hot chocolate, catch you under the mistletoe, warm you up when youcome to him begging ‘Eijiro-kun… I’m so cold… please warm me up with your big,manly, sexy muscles.”

Then he would say, “(Y/N)-chan… allow me to be your hero. Iwill gladly warm you up.”

Then he would take you into his arms, and it’s then that youwould pronounce your love for him and slowly lean in and-

“Hey, Kirishima, you okay?” Kaminari waves his hand in frontof Kirishima’s face.

The red head blinks his eyes, coming back to reality. “Huh?”

“You were totally zoned out there! What are you thinkingabout? It has to do with (Y/N), huh?” Kaminari asks the last part a bitquieter.

Kirishima’s cheeks tint ever so slightly with red. “N-no! It’s…something else.” He laughs nervously, but the truth is obvious.

“Yeah right it’s something else! All I ever hear you talkabout is (Y/N) this, (Y/N) that! Man-up and say something to her already,dumbass!” Bakugou kicks the back of Kirishima’s seat, and the red head quicklyjumps up to try and quiet the angry blonde behind him so you wouldn’t hear.

From where you sit, near the front of the bus with Shinsou,you hear your name spoken by an angry Bakugou. Or is that just his regularvoice? Either way, you turn your head to try and figure out what’s going onbefore your seatmate catches your attention again.

“They’re probably talking about you.” Shinsou says.

You start to blush, turning back around to face Shinsou. “Huh?”

Shinsou only gives you sight of his profile for a fewmoments, starting straight ahead before sighing. “I think Kirishima likes you.”He finally looks at you when you’re silent for a few seconds, hoping to gaugeyour reaction.

Good. You don’t seem particularly thrilled, however you don’tseem weirded out either… you don’t actually like him back, do you? Shinsouhopes not.

“You think so?” You ask. Bashfully, you brush your hairbehind your ear, leaning back against the seat. Just knowing that you’re beingtalked about by them in this context is a little embarrassing – yet oddlyflattering.

Shinsou shrugs his shoulders, perhaps because he’s afraidthat he’ll encourage you if he says yes. “Don’t know. Here,” he holds his phoneout for you again, showing you the screen. “Pick the next song.”

You scoot closer to him so that your shoulders and thighsare touching, a proximity that no longer makes you nervous. It did at first,but now it’s just comfortable. As you’re scrolling through the selection, oneearbud in your right ear while the other is in Shinsou’s left, you’re stillthinking about the Kirishima thing.

“…What if he does like me? Are you going to be worried he’llsteal me away from you?” You tease, nudging Shinsou’s side.

He looks up into your eyes for a moment before a wide grinstretches on his face. “I’m not worried about that.” His voice is low, faceperhaps dangerously close to your own. “I’m not letting anyone steal you awayfrom me anyways.”

What was supposedly said all in good fun, as friends do,meant more to Shinsou than you would have thought. Still, you went on and chosethe next song and, some hours later, you woke up with your head rested onShinsou’s shoulder and the lavender-haired boy with his head against your own.

Your mutual slumber was interrupted by the stopping of thebus and Aizawa tiredly announcing your arrival. When you blinked open youreyes, you were welcomed by the warmth of Shinsou’s body, which becameespecially welcome considering how cold it is at this elevation.

When everyone exited the bus and gathered their things, youpulled your large suitcase out from the storage container located on theoutside of the vehicle. Struggling a bit with it, especially with your snowboots buried in the inches of snow, you huff a tired breath.

Kirishima sees his opportunity.

“(Y/N)! Here, let me help!” The red head joins you, eagerlytaking your suitcase by the handle and hoisting it up. “Come on, I’ll carry itin for you!”

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t deny that smile. He’s socute, eager to help you out, that you just nod and join his side.

Shinsou had been gathering his own bags as this happened,unable to offer help before Kirishima. When he looked over and saw you walkingaway with him, Shinsou scoffs, his breath forming in the cold air before hismouth. Kirishima probably isn’t aware that this battle includes more than justhim.

As the students of class 1A and 1B trod through the heavysnow, Kirishima talks to you excitedly about, well, anything that came to hismind. What he ate for dinner yesterday, his excitement about the winter trip,how fun it will be to go snowboarding. You smiled and went along with theconversation, his enthusiasm contagious.

The moment everyone entered the expansive, wooden resort,the unanimous ‘woahs’ and ‘wows’ flowed throughout the students. This place ishuge. Giant lobby with multiple seating areas, a restaurant, and multiplefloors. Outside is a ski lift, and in the yard there is a heated outdoor pooland sauna. A shared one, mind you, so that means no nudity allowed.

“Okay, the girls are staying in rooms 401 to 405. The boysare staying in 406 to 410. You can figure out the sleeping arrangements howeveryou’d like, but no more than 6 to each room. And, for the sake of my sanity,don’t be too loud.” Aizawa says, handing key cards to every student in 1A whileBrad King hands out cards to 1B. “You’re free to do as you please untiltomorrow. I’ll be waking you up at 8 AM for team training.” Then, with a waveof his hand, everyone disperses and runs up to their rooms in excitement.

“This is pretty cool, huh?” Kirishima says to you as youwait in the elevator together.

You nod your head quickly, a big smile on your face. “I’m soexcited! I can’t figure out what I want to do first.” You begin to list off allthe things that you have in mind first, like swimming or skiing or eating, andKirishima watches you contently.

He likes the way you talk about things that make you happy,the look on your face as you do so. Kirishima only stops staring when you reachthe fourth floor. “Well we can do it all! Uh, maybe together, too!”

“Sure!” You say happily, stepping out of the elevator.

Score. He took achance there and he was successful.

Kirishima follows you to your room, both your bag and his intow since he insisted on bringing it all the way for you. Once you’re there thegirls and boys are already familiarizing themselves into their rooms, and sinceeveryone is on the same floor, they’ve begun to intermingle as well.

“I can take it from here. Thanks so much Kirishima, youreally didn’t have to do that.” You say, taking your bag from him.

“Oh, no problem! I wanted to.” His grin falters a bit whenyou begin to walk into the room, and he realizes that he should take his chancenow before he loses it.

“Uh, wait,” he shoots his hand out, grabbing your arm gentlybut firmly enough to make you stop.

You pause, looking up at him curiously. His apprehensiveexpression reminds you of what happened in the bus earlier. That he may, forwhatever reasons, like you. You begin to feel your own heart race as well. “Yeah?”

“Well, uh… I think it’d be cool if we could go to the-“

“Hey, (Y/N), you ready?” Shinsou walks over, interruptingKirishima. He glances down at the hand that’s on your arm, wanting to remove ithimself but knowing he isn’t within his rights to do something like that.Besides, he’s not the confrontational type.

“Oh, hey Shinsou! Um, yeah I’m almost ready. I just have toput my stuff away.” You smile at Shinsou, who nods his head upward once, beforelooking back up at Kirishima. With an apologetic smile, you say, “Sorry, Ipromised Shinsou I’d check out the outside with him…” You pause for a moment,looking between both boys. Kirishima’s disappointed face tears at yourheartstrings. “But you can join us! Right, Shinsou?” You look over at him,smiling.

Shinsou doesn’t look very pleased. However, he doesn’t argueabout it. Instead, he lifts a hand to the side of his neck and shrugs hisshoulders, offering Kirishima a casual grin. “Sure.”

“Awesome! I’ll be right back, okay?”

After you leave to put your stuff away, an awkward silencefills the air between Shinsou and Kirishima. As moments pass and no one speaks,Kirishima is first to say something. “Man, this trip is gonna be a lot of fun,huh? Haha,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. Somehow even Kirishima,the one who is so oblivious and unsuspecting, has noticed that there’s tensionbetween Shinsou and him. Perhaps it has to do with the way Shinsou is glaringdaggers into his soul.

“Yeah, it is.” Shinsou’s lips curl into a wide grin. “Whatare you most excited for?”

“Well I guess the-“ What?Why can’t Kirishima respond?

“Hey, I’m back! Let’s… hey, stop it!” You hit Shinsou’schest and he chuckles, breaking the control he had over Kirishima. “I can’ttrust you two to be alone with each other for even 5 seconds!” You huff,walking away from them.

“Not cool, man,” Kirishima says, figuring out what hadhappened over the last few seconds.

Shinsou sighs, watching you walk away toward the elevators. “Yeah,sorry.”

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m not ma-“

“…oh come on.”

Eventually both boys join you downstairs in the lobby, whereyou’re waiting for them. You see that Kirishima’s eyes aren’t glazed over,meaning that Shinsou is no longer using his quirk on him. You know that nomatter what, Shinsou would never use it to harm a fellow peer. Still, pettyjealousy does get in the way of logic and even Shinsou isn’t above it.

As for Kirishima, he’s so forgiving and so gullible that he’llprobably fall for it every time.

“Done fighting?” You ask, arms crossed under your chest.

They nod their heads and you let out a sigh of relief. “Good!Now we can go join the snowball fight outside!” You stand between them, takingboth their hands in yours as you excitedly run outside.

Shinsou and Kirishima both follow you, however withdifferent reactions. Kirishima is rather excited whereas Shinsou is… exasperated.He isn’t letting that stand in the way of spending time with you though, whichis why he goes along with it anyways.

Thus began round one of the battle between Shinsou andKirishima, with the prize being your affections. The snowball fight.

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