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thefanficmonster · 3 months

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Piss off your parents pt.2

PART 1

PART 3

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Turns out, LA is packing way more surprises than you were prepared for.

He's still nursing the same drink he started the night with. Not by choice - he just knows that he might make some serious mistake if he indulges in anything more or stronger. The beer is treating him well.

Then again, if he sees Nate and Y/N making out one more fucking time he might steer to the whiskey.

He feels like a terrible friend, unsure of who he's being more unfair toward of the two. He should be happy for them. Like Sam. He can't take a page from his book, though. He can't be openly supportive and encouraging of the blooming romance between his friends. The most he can do is plaster on a strained fake smile and try to enjoy his night, keeping himself away from them. If he can't be a proper friend, the least he can do is not let his displeasure - and borderline selfishness - swim up to the surface.

Although his features are definitely giving a clear glimpse into the warzone that is his mind. Hard glare, set jaw, gritted teeth, furrowed brows. If Sam wasn't already several rounds deep he'd probably pick up on it instantly.

Thing is, he already has picked up on it. The avoidance, the cold shoulder, short-spokenness. He's been picking up on the clues for months but dared not bring it up. In his head, it makes no sense. To him, it always seemed like Colby and Y/N were the rom-com waiting to happen. Stolen glances, gentle touches, subtle affection, their own love language. All trademark Colby-Y/N stuff. Where Nate came into the equation is unclear to him.

Truthfully, nothing is clear to him right now. Which is why Colby is currently helping him off the table he can't remember climbing onto.

"Come on, dude. You're gonna break something important." He says, steadying his best friend when he hops down too enthusiastically for someone in his state.

Sam slurs a response but is grinning from ear to ear so he can only assume he's enjoying himself enough to not mind Colby gentle-parenting him. But also enjoying himself too much to be trusted and left to his own devices.

Scoping out the hotel club with a quick glance, Colby's gaze thankfully finds Corey. Who it doesn't find is the main culprits responsible for his deteriorating mental state. Where's a shot of whiskey when you need it?

"Mind watching over him for a bit? Imma go get a drink." He yells over the music directly into Corey's ear, nodding to the inebriated blonde who's swaying to the beat of the music without a care in the word. Colby aspires to be him in an hour, the risks of it be damned.

Corey accepts the duty, earning himself a grateful pat on the back from Colby who disappears into the crowd the same instant. He's heading toward the bar, eyeing the bottles lining the wall behind it greedily. He's sees the amber liquids as a sea he's about to drown his worries in.

That is if he can shake them, though.

And, try as he might, he can't.

Surveying the venue a couple more times, he feels a sickening pit settle into his gut at the absence of his two best friends. He can't remember when he lost sight of them nor how, especially since his eyes were glued to her the whole night.

Others would be a lot less concerned with this predicament. I mean, when two people like each other veryyy much, have had several drinks throughout the night and have disappeared from the party, it's pretty clear where they might be and what they might be doing. But Colby doesn't even wanna let his train of thought travel that way. Neither his heart nor his liver can handle that.

But that's when he spots Nate with Sam and Corey. Yet still no Y/N in sight.

Colby decides this calls for a search party.

He checks each and every corner of the club with upmost diligence. She's wearing a little black dress that is for sure to help her blend into the blur of the party with the minimal lighting and packed crowd. It's not a problem for him though, he could spot her from a plane. Which makes his lack of findings all the more concerning.

He eventually takes his search outside the club and into the hotel lobby. Then out on the sidewalk, then in the parking lot. He has soon scoped out the entire perimeter around the hotel without finding a trace of her. He's all out of places to search and chock-full of sickening worry. It's as if she's disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Speaking of smoke...

As he's making his way back to the hotel entrance, he catches something out of the corner of his eye. A small plume of smoke emanating from the cracked open window of one of the club bathrooms. That's when the idea pops up in his head.

He never checked the ladies' room. For obvious reasons, of course.

But his rationality and reasonability were checked clear from his system ten minutes ago when his body entered full panic mode. So...

Still he tries to reason with himself: Play the drunk card. Just accidentally stumbled into the wrong bathroom, that's all. 'I'm not a creep I swear, I just mixed up the doors'. That could work, yeah....

And so, with a quicker pace to his step, he steps out of the humid LA air and into the chillier and more pleasant hotel lobby. He stops for a second under the cold AC breeze to take a breath. Collect himself.

What if it's not her? What then?

That depressing train of thought is interrupted by a slight ping coming from his back pocket. He nearly drops his phone he takes it out so damn fast. He'd sent Y/N a string of messages and even tried calling her a few times, all attempts with no success. Therefore, for a split second, he's hopeful that maybe she's finally replied.

Much to his dismay, it ends up being wishful thinking.

Much more to his dismay....

"Hello Cole. How is Y/N?"

...it's her mom.

It's been eight months since the incident, six since they moved to LA. In that time, Y/N's mom has come around approximately half an inch closer to tolerating him. Mostly because he's her only intel on her daughter since she's so adamant on being stubborn and not talking to her. And Colby is more than happy to be of service, he just wishes....

What exactly?

Wishes they could mend their bridges? Wishes he didn't have to lie on both his and Y/N's behalf? Wishes he didn't feel s fucking guilty?

Wishes it wasn't all a ruse?

Mrs. Y/L/N checks in once every couple of days, often with texts at odd hours like this. She has a lot of night shifts to handle at the hospital so, when she gets downtime is when she stops to reach out with a message to Colby - who she believes is her daughter's boyfriend, mind you - to ask about Y/N.

And he's always been instant with the replies. 2AM, 4AM, 7AM, you name it. Never once has he taken more than a couple minutes to reply. He can't remember sleeping more than two to three hours a night if any since they moved here. He'd blame it on the weather change. Then again, he knows better.

His correspondent noticed this too...

"Why are you never asleep? Is something wrong?" She'd asked him at one point, showing genuine concern which truly warmed his heart. And then broke it right afterwards when he remembered he can't tell her what's wrong. He wishes he could tell her for whatever reason. He has a feeling she'd understand, maybe even like him better because of it. But how could he tell her? The charade needs to be upkept, the show must go on, and he'll just...well, suffer, really.

With a quick confirmation of Y/N's well-being, he continues his venture back into the club, making a quick beeline for the dark hall leading to the bathrooms. And yes, he feels like a creep but no, he can't turn back now.

So, he pushes the door to the women's restroom open.

Thank the heavens, he thinks to himself. For two reasons.

Firstly, because it's a single stall bathroom.

Secondly, because on the sink counter outside the stall sits Y/N and suddenly he's getting deja vu.

Mascara is staining her cheeks, a cigarette is hanging between her lips, her hair is a mess. But she still gives him a smile when she sees him come in. "Hey." She greets him, voice barely above a whisper, "You're not supposed to be here."

Colby quickly locks the door behind him, approaching her with a newfound shake in his knees. Given her state, he's quick to assume the worst. "Jesus Y/N, what's wrong? Did something happen? Talk to me."

She shakes her head, a few more strands of her disheveled hair going awry, "Nothing happened, nothing's wrong. I'm just...having fun." She sounds bitter. Not sad, not angry. Just bitter, regretful almost.

For some reason he chucks up to human nature, he feels anger start boiling in that lingering pit in his gut, "Where have you been?"

She motions to the counter below her nonchalantly, slurring a little "Here" in response.

"Where'd you get that?" He asks, nodding at the cigarette between her fingers.

She laughs, whether drunkenly or genuinely he's unsure. "Some girl gave it to me when she heard me crying in the bathroom."

Alarms start goin off once again. She's unaware she's playing him and his sanity like a yo-yo with each spoken word, "Why the fuck were you crying? What happened?!"

Y/N finds the audacity to roll her eyes at him, "Nothing! For fuck's sake, Colby, nothing happened!"

"How can you say that and expect me to believe it? Look at yourself! You're a mess!" He tries subduing his anger but it's impossible. He doesn't know where it's stemming from. Maybe it's all that pent up adrenaline from twenty minutes ago coming loose. Maybe his worry is mixing with the relief and melting into frustration. Maybe he's taking out his bitterness - piled on for months, mind you - on her. Even though she doesn't deserve it. And he knows that.

She deserves the world.

He just doesn't deserve her. And he's yet to come to terms with that.

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you." She sasses him, taking the last puff of her cigarette before tossing it out the window.

"You're mascara is running down your face, your hair is all over the place, your lipstick is smeared as fuck. There's a party going on out there but you prefer sitting on cold marble and smoking in a bathroom. You can't tell me there's nothing odd about that." He's losing it, he can feel his sanity slipping from his grip and he can't get a better grasp on it. All he can do is watch as it leaves him.

Y/N, in her usual fashion, is quick to clap back, "You're the odd one! You're fully sober at your own party, angry for whatever reason. You're standing here lecturing me instead of being out there having fun. Oh, and need I remind you, you're in the ladies' room."

He laughs humorlessly. Exhaustedly. "I haven't been on a wild goose chase the whole night for you to...."

"He doesn't want me."

Her words cut him off and cut him deep. The confusion is brief but the pieces fall into place almost immediately.

Nate

"There's no fucking way. You've been all over each other..." He stops himself when he realizes how upset he sounds recollecting all the instances he caught the two in their own world. The pit rattles, a sickening feeling climbing up his throat.

She scoffs, "Yeah, well that's all there is to it. It's all physical. And always prompted by alcohol." A long sigh escapes her lips, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'm just disappointed I didn't notice it sooner."

Colby Brock, for once in his life, has been rendered speechless. But he's aware staying quiet isn't an option. So he makes a weak attempt at a consolation, "Y/N, I-"

"Did you know?" She thankfully cuts him off before he can continue word vomiting.

He quickly shakes his head, "No. I swear I didn't. I would've told you."

"Yeah, I know. I know you would've. I just don't know why he told you he liked me when you asked him..." She sighs, picking at the hem of her dress, thankfully oblivious to the sudden paleness of Colby's face.

The sickness gets worse as he remembers his huge mistake. A lie he told months ago.

Y/N had asked him to fight this one battle for her and he still didn't do it, for utterly selfish reasons. She'd asked him for something so simple - ask Nate about his feelings for her, if there were any. And what did he do? He kept his tongue behind his teeth and quietly hoped she'd forget about it. Such a foolish thing to expect from someone completely head over heels in love.

So, when she inevitably checked in to find out the response, he had to lie. Lie and give her false hope he didn't even know was false at the time. There was a devil on his shoulder telling him to tell her the complete opposite but he could never be that evil.

He'd rather drink and sleep his way into coping through it all than watch his best friend be brokenhearted.

In the end it seems he somehow swerved the situation into hitting both those nails on the head. And he completely and utterly hates himself for having done that to Y/N.

The least he can do is come clean.

"I never asked him."

Silence. Fucking crickets. They can hear each other's heartbeats. And he can't bring himself to look up at her, let alone meet her eyes.

It feels like forever before words are spoken between them. She's the one to break the silence with one simple word: "Why?"

He can't tell her why. He doesn't know why.

Actually, you know what, fuck that. He knows exactly why and that's the reason he can't tell her.

"I don't know." He feels like such a coward. But the consequences of the truth terrify him.

"Why did you lie to me?" She doesn't sound angry. He wishes she did. Because the hurt he can hear in her voice is far worse than any furious wrath she could unleash upon him.

"I don't know."

"Fuck that, Colby. You're my best friend, for fuck's sake. You're the last person I'd expect to lie to me and you-"

"You don't wanna know why, Y/N." His restraint is growing weaker. He regrets the words as soon as he says them. He's aware she most definitely not leave it alone now. They're both stubborn, so fucking stubborn. Mules, if you will. Legends say they still reference something they bickered about a decade ago today.

"Yes I fucking do, Colby."

"It could ruin a lot of things."

"It won't."

"I don't wanna lose you."

"You won't."

"You promise?" He feels horrible asking for a promise from her after having revealed the biggest lie he's ever told her.

Well, second biggest anyway.

But she doesn't second his opinion because her response comes out faster than a bullet, "I promise."

In this moment of honesty, raw and bare honesty, how could he lie? How can he look her in the eyes and not tell her the truth? How can he even look at her? He owes her that much but doesn't know if he has it in himself to do it.

Forcing himself to look up, Colby swears he can feel a sharp pain in his chest. Her eyes are dry of tears by now but the shine remains, accentuated further by the fluorescent lighting. He swears he can feel himself fall for her all over again, even deeper.

"Because I'm in love with you, Y/N."

The crickets are back. The silence is eating away at him. He can feel her slipping through his fingers. Their decade long friendship flashes before his eyes. It feels like he's saying goodbye. To the memories, to the friendship. To the love of his life that never was.

The weight of the realness knocks his head back down, his gaze fixated on the black tiles beneath his feet. Shame, pain, dread and fear are all battling for first place, causing a whirlwind in his brain that nearly knocks him off his balance.

It's astonishing how much it hurts losing something you new you didn't deserve all along.

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rhia-falla · 1 year

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IN CHARACTER TASK 003: CAMPUS TIME CAPSULE

when: 4am, september 28th. about a week before rhia’s departure. where: rhia’s dorm.

It was typical for Rhia to stumble into her dark room; the first rays of the day barely peeking over the horizon. She shuffled to her bed, giggling at her own drunkenness. Her platform boots clanked to the ground, falling perfectly in place with the strewn heels and scrapped outfits on her floor. She collapsed on the mattress, arms outstretched and face buried in a pillow. As her body stilled, she could feel the liquor slosh in her belly, heavy and uncomfortable and utterly delightful.

For a moment, there was nothing beyond the bliss of this night. If only life could stay as simple as the thrill of dancing amongst kindred spirits or as sweet as the kiss of a paramour. Her lips tingled from the memory of Nate’s kiss, another fumble of giggles accompanying her daydream. As far as Rhia was concerned, she couldn’t recall the haunting melancholy that followed her throughout her adolescence. She scrubbed and scraped the dinge away from those less favorable memories and promptly replaced them with the month long high of finally maintaining something earnest.

How desperately she wished she could bottle this invulnerability. In a few hours, her high would be gone and its sanctity along with it. What lengths would she go to preserve her momentary peace? Suddenly, Rhia’s latest conquest was to immortalize her happiness. If there was one silver lining in Greer leaving the way she did, it showed Rhia that the best opportunity to do something was now, lest the chance be ripped to shreds.

The frame wobbles as a blonde girl comes into focus, wearing a dutiful expression while fiddling with the camera’s position. With a mic scratch, she finally sets the camera down and settles onto her bed. Her eyes smile even before her lips do, though the picturesque curve feels just as heartwarming. “Hello, students of 2072. It’s nice to finally make your acquaintance.” Her voice, like a rich cream, sounds so gentle yet commanding, reminiscent of the tales of a siren’s song.

“My name is Rhiannon. Actually, no one really calls me that. My name is Rhia. I’m a sophomore here at Ogden.” She wipes the palms of her hands along her skirt. For some reason, she does not ooze the same tenacity as before. “Any fellow music majors out there? Or will it all be computer generated by the time you suckers see this?” She laughs, slightly too loudly and slightly too long. Then, she falls into a brief silence, like she hadn’t bothered to give the video any consideration beyond her introduction.

“So, Ogden. Not quite the getaway you expected, right?” she asks while looking directly into the camera. Her eyeliner is in the process of fading, though the rest of her makeup was already long gone. Rhia claps her hands, interlacing them and holding it to her chest. “It’s funny. I swear, this place is like a paradise for lost souls. What we’re looking for is always different. I suppose a big part of life is figuring out what it is you’re yearning for.” She smiles sadly, her eyebrows drooping as her jawbone clenched.

“I’m still kinda figuring that out. I feel like I always get close to the answer, but it’s never quite right,” she said with a shake of her head. In a lot of ways, college would aid in the path toward self discovery. Young adulthood largely entails these periods of exploration, and the networking alone justified the means. “The people here are obsessed with building their legacy. Myself included, I suppose. I just feel like maybe we’ve been looking at it all wrong.”

Somberness washes over her, and the thoughtful girl seems an entirely different individual from the one who performed the greeting moments earlier. Her childlike adoration is replaced by something otherworldly, knowing yet detached. “I used to think I existed for a boy. To love him and heal him, to give him every part of me.” She doesn’t ever disclose a name, though the wistful look in her eye made his presence all the more apparent. “But people aren’t toys to be fixed. It doesn’t work like that. All I did was break myself trying to be needed by him.” She grimaces at the truth, her mouth drawn back in a snarl, not of rage but of disgust.

“So, I decided to throw myself into my art,” she continued with an exasperated sigh. As if on cue, she pulls a ukulele from out of frame. The light wood is decorated with the pink paint of several dozen cherry blossoms. She strums a few chords, a simple, upbeat melody all too out of place for the seriousness of her contemplation. “The thing is, it’s easy to become obsessed with something like that, too. It’s really scary when your identity rests solely on the one thing you’re good at. What if one day I randomly lost the feeling of my hands and couldn’t play anymore? Who am I on the days I can’t even fucking bear to look at my sheet music? What happens if after all this determination I amount to nothing?” Rhia hums an accompanying tune, staring off in the distance.

“It always comes back to love, doesn’t it? The hunt for unconditional love. At home, on the stage, in the bedroom.” She licks her lips, letting out an awkward laugh, as if unsure her innuendo was appropriate given the context of the video. “Would it be silly to think I may have stumbled upon it?” Her enthusiasm quickly crumbles, and her head falls downcast as her hands fling above her head in an attempt to erase her words. “No, I’m not going to jinx it. It’s still really new and just…. yeah. He’s great. Very Ryan Atwood vibes. He’s so cute.”

She stops finally to take a breath, still grinning ear to ear before finally looking up at the camera again. “I figured I could do you guys a favor and maybe save you a few years of unnecessary heartache. You wanna know what I’ve learned here at Ogden?” Rhia laughs and sets the instrument down to lean back on her hands. “It’s to chill the fuck out, dude. It’s never that serious. You got time to figure it out. Instead of making your GPA life or death you could maybe, I don’t know, self invest and learn a fucking coping mechanism or two? Make some fucking friends. Learn to give yourself a break, and have fun.” She looks like the type of girl to prioritize fun above all else however unconventional.

“Whoever you are watching this, just know I’m here rooting for you. You deserve prosperity and love and joy. As soon as you believe that, I promise you, everything will work out how you want it to. Hang in there, kid. If I can do it, so can you.” She punctuates her monologue with a sugary smile. Easily falling back into her chipper demeanor, the blonde eagerly bounces on her bed as she reaches out toward the camera. “See you in half a century, nerds.” The video cuts off abruptly on a frame of Rhia smirking down at the front facing camera.

#ogdentask #tw drug mention #tw alcohol mention

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mellow-em · 3 years

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Bittersweet Temptations

CHAPTER 2

[special dt @bluewingedangel <3]

Your neighbors, Nathan and Elena, have been friends with your parents for years. Whether it’d be family gatherings or vacations, they were around; they were family. But when you return home from your final years of college, what will happen when you find that it isn't just them living in the house next door anymore?

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The afternoon sun brought in a relaxing mixture of natural light from the windows, but I wasn’t even remotely focused on it.

My right leg was bouncing hastily under the kitchen table while I prodded my salad with a fork. I tossed a particularly small carrot around in the bowl, swirling it around the sea of other vegetables.

“Are you gonna eat that or play around with it sweetie?” The sound of my mothers voice raced right through one ear and out the other one.

I only sighed in response, and leaned the side of my head on my hand, not bothering to look up at either of my parents that sat across from me.

They urged me to consistently have family meals with them today, in an attempt to dine on the experiences I had away at college. If they’d asked me to do this at any other time, I wouldn’t mind.

But my head was clouded by something else; or should I say by someone else.

Last night refused to escape my line of thinking. Even after it all went down, I went back to bed to try and fall back asleep, but it was absolutely no use.

The cunning quirk of his lips as he smirked back at me was an image that glued itself to the front of my brain. I reeled around in bed until sunrise, unable to silence my thoughts regardless of any persistence. So as of now, I was beyond exhausted.

“y/n? Are you alright?”

I jump faintly in my chair, with my fathers words pulling me away from my cogitation of the man from the pool, “I’m um.. I’m fine, sorry.”

I gave them a toothless smile as reassurance, but by the exchange of looks they both gave each other, they didn’t seem too convinced.

I shifted uncomfortably, and stabbed the carrot I was messing with. I slowly bring it towards my mouth, finally having the compulsion to take a bite.

Until the man’s wink decided to project in front of me, as if I was experiencing the whole ordeal all over again.

I abruptly dropped the fork into the bowl, resulting in a reverberating clash that not only startled my parents, but it startled me back into reality again.

“Jesus y/n, what’s gotten into you?”

I’m asking that same question, mom.

“Nothing, I uh- think I’m just tired,” the excuse flew out of my mouth in a panic, “I’m just.. I’m gonna go shower for the party later.”

I hurriedly sprung from my seat, and scurried up the stairs to the bathroom.

“Well that was smooth, dumbass,” I muttered out in the open, while slamming the door behind me.

That son of a bitch is driving me crazy, and I haven’t even had a single conversation with him.

I take a few steps into the bathroom, placing both of my hands on opposite sides of the sink, leaning over with my body weight. With my head bowed down to the direction of my feet, I suspired deeply.

This was stupid. The brief interaction was embarrassing, yes, but with how I reacted today during lunch, especially when the party was happening later on today..

I just needed to stop thinking about what happened last night.

Act like it didn’t happen.

It didn’t happen.

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Turmoil carried on in the form of muffled conversations, and distinct bass from the speakers on the lower levels of the house. Even being upstairs in my room, the walls weren’t thick enough to block the noise that derived from the party.

Of course, my dad’s annual excuse backfired, and instead of the party being fairly small, it was as big as the rest of the parties we've had in the past. Although I really shouldn’t be surprised, knowing this really has carried on for 10 years at most.

As of now, I could only assume that the booze was already out for everyone, and by the end of the night, I could guarantee that almost half the people here will be drunk. It reassured me though, especially when I’ll probably end up being one of those people.

I could use a little alcohol in my system; to let myself go a little bit.

While fixing the straps of my white sundress, I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure any scraps of exhaustion were not visible on my features. Despite longing for a few hours of rest, I knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to get much yet again.

With satisfaction, I back away from my vanity, and start for the door that barricaded me from the chaos.

The exchanges of laughter became much more pronounced as I slowly opened the door, and traveled down the hall. My feet carried me towards the stairs, shaking from the rumble of the speakers seeping through the walls and floors.

It was a blessing that the noise didn’t affect our neighbors enough for them to make complaints; but that was mostly because they were all here.

With each step down the flight, more of the party overtook my vision. Guests were dispersed amongst every room as far as I could see, gathering around each other in hopes of starting conversation over the music. It had been fairly crowded to say the least.

Immediately after I make it to the ground floor, I’m bombarded by my mother.

“Hey honey, Nathan and Elena are outside if you want to say hello to them!” her slightly raising her voice didn't really help much, with us being right next to the speakers. But I nodded letting her know I understood.

Turning away from her, I then faced the crowd of people in front of me. I start to weave my way through, making slight pauses along the way to thank them for coming. Most of the people around me had a slight stench of beer already, making me scrunch my nose; that smell is definitely going to linger afterwards.

Eventually making it to the door, I slide it open and step out, letting the freshness of the outside air fill my senses. I quickly noticed the difference between the outdoors and the impeded aura from inside the house. It felt like I was finally able to breathe.

After shutting the sliding door behind me, I strolled away towards the yard.

I made sure to make a slight detour to the cooler to grab myself a beer though, rashly cracking it open as soon as I got my hands on one. I take a swig while observing the guests around me.

As soon as I saw a familiar head of blonde hair a few yards away, I could feel myself smile widely. I hadn’t seen Nate or Elena in four years, and being back home now is making me realize how much I missed them.

The both of them had moved into the neighborhood about a year after my family, and that was over 15 years ago. Ever since then, they hit it off more than you could imagine.

They had all gotten so close to one another, that they’d have annual dinners together, game nights and tag along on all of our family trips. They would even bring in their ideal vacation spots up to us, which evolved into us traveling to entirely different countries most of the time.

While Elena and my mom went to any beach they could find, and my dad found the bar, Nathan really wanted to drag me along to the historical landmarks and teach me about everything he knew. It made our relationship blossom, and now I considered him my second father.

Plus, because of him I began to develop an endless love for history.

I liked it so much that I made the decision to go to college for it. Nathan’s reaction when I told him before I left was something for the cover of a photo album, and I just knew already that a million questions were going to arise when I got to them.

I stepped down from the deck, and walked towards them with my lips still curled in a smile.

As I made it closer to them though, my gaze became hazy. With my brows contorting, my confused demeanor became more visible with every footstep I made closer to Nate and Elena.

There was another man wrapped into their conversation. He was taller than the other two, especially Elena. I noticed his hair slicked back ruggedly, from above the others’ heads. Though, I still couldn’t get a proper look at his face yet.

I turned my direction slightly to discreetly see who my neighbors were conversing with. My curious nature was overriding my body.

I should have just listened to that universally cliche phrase.

Curiosity did kill the fucking cat, and I wish it would just kill me now.

From here, I had a clear view of his face. He stood there listening to Nate’s banter, with a cigarette wedged between his lips.

The lips I had been staring at the night before, along with the rest of him.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

By this point I would’ve been repeating my annual habit of staring in place. But fortunately, I turned on my heal sharply to try and escape.

“Oh my god y/n?” My breath hitched while Elena's voice rang out towards me.

Well great.

I held that particular breath in as I turned my body once more to face her. My warm smile returned to my face, but a layer of embarrassment and panic riddled beneath the surface.

“Elena, it’s so good to see you,” I went over and wrapped my arms around her carefully, keeping her baby bump in mind, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she returned the hug, leaning close to my ear, mumbling, “especially when I’ve had to deal with him all alone. I swear sometimes I really question whether the pregnancy hormones are hitting me or him harder.”

I look over at Nate for a quick second, stifling a laugh while I let go of Elena. The two of us continued laughing faintly, certainly gaining the attention of Nate.

“What are you two laughing about? What’d I do this time?” Nate looked genuinely perplexed, which made it funnier.

“Oh nothing, Nate,” Elena and I looked at each other, smirking as she spoke.

Even with Elena and I’s pleasant interaction, that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach just wouldn’t quit. I just knew he was watching my every move.

Especially, when in the corner of my eye, I watched his travel with me as I went to give Nate his hug.

“It’s good to have you back, Crash.”

Hearing the nickname took me away from my thoughts on the man behind me for a moment, and made my smile lift.

“It’s been too long, Aku.”

We stayed this way for a few more seconds, until I feel him pat my back. I let my arms fall away from him, and return to my spot in front of them.

I then feel my head slowly turn over to the unknown one of the three; well to me he was unknown.

“So who’s this?” I cross my arms in front of me, anticipating an answer from one of them.

But silence continued to radiate around us.

They all stood there, exchanging looks with one another, making me raise one of my brows. While awaiting a response I decided to take a long sip of my beer, feeling the cold liquid slide down my throat.

That is, before Nate finally spoke up, “Y/n, this is Sam,” he paused, and I could see the hesitation written all over him, “Sam Drake.”

I almost choked on my beer as soon as I heard the last name. I thought for a solid minute that my eyes were going to fall out of their sockets.

“Is this your-” I pointed between the both of them.

“He’s my older brother.” Nate finishes my sentence, as he scratched at the back of his neck.

My face fell even more if it was even possible.

Wait.

Nate was in his early forties to begin with, so that would make Sam…

I looked at Sam’s face intensely again, specifically at the wrinkles that were tainted across his face. Now that my brain was functioning properly, unlike last night, I noticed how many there really were.

Great. Not only was I checking out Nathan’s BROTHER, but the man that was more than twice my age.

Fuck.

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aereres · 3 years

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Stuck On You - Cale Makar

Summary: What started as a friendship between you and Cale takes a turn during one of the best summer vacations of your life - a week in a campsite with your new friends from Colorado.

A/N: A self-indulgent Cale fic, who would have thought lmao. Definitely not my best work but I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: a couple swear words, mentions of break-up

Summer. Summer held something you couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was the road trips with music blasting from your car’s speakers, or the endless nights spent drinking cheap beers with strangers while sitting on docks. Maybe it was the seasonal loves, the ones you’d talk about with your friends after coming home, or maybe it was the memories.

Summer had always been something you had never missed, no matter how hard school got, or how good your job paid people to stay during the hottest months of the year; and, in Colorado, it wasn’t any different.

You were gasping for breath when you finally reached the perfect spot for camping, your backpack heavy on your shoulders as your friends walked past you. The excited giggles that left their lips joined the sound of birds chirping as they pushed their own belongings on the ground.

“Oh my God,” Johanna laughed, Andre’s arm wrapped around her shoulders as she looked around the empty side of the forest your getaway was going to take place in. “This place is beautiful,”

“It is,” Sydney said from beside her, eyes cast on her bag as she started to take some stuff out.

You were still taking the beautiful view in, a smile on your lips as you realized that summer was finally starting. A new summer, you thought, with new friends and a new spot.

“Y/N, just come here already!” Andre yelled from the distance, pushing you out of your trance. “Your tent is not gonna build itself,”

“I’m coming,” you giggled, jokingly rolling your eyes your friend’s way as you pushed your backpack down your shoulders, looking around for an empty space for yourself.

“I’m here-”

The breathless words were mumbled behind you, making you turn around quickly to find a flushed face. Cale’s cheeks were their usual dark shade of red, sweat lining his forehead as he tried to gain back his breathing.

“Oh- hi, Cale,” you smiled, heart fluttering when your eyes met his face. “You doing okay?”

“I was a little late,” he mumbled, waving JT’s way before his eyes gently settled on you. It seemed like he had realized you were there in front of him just then, his body tensing as a small smile formed on his lips. “Hi, Y/N,”

“Oh my God,” Nate huffed. “I’ll literally let the two of you sleep with the bears if you don’t start with the tents,”

“Fine, fine. You guys are annoying as hell,” you mumbled, brushing past him to reach one of the last two empty spots, throwing the bag that held your tent on the ground. The paper that slipped out of the opened zipper was filled with instructions, the words so small you almost struggled to read through them. If it wasn’t already difficult enough, the drawings explaining how to set up the tent weren’t helping, either.

You were just starting to understand something when your friends’ loud laughter filled your ears, along with the sound of bottles of beer being opened. You laughed to yourself, taking one of the many thin poles in your hands as you tried to figure out where it was supposed to go, one of your palms burying itself in your hair.

You had never been the greatest at building things, and you weren’t surprised when you grew close to calling one of the guys and ask for their help. Their tents had been built in less than half an hour, helping you prop up yours wasn’t going to be too difficult. Right?

“Here, give it to me. I’ll help you,” the familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts, as deep as you remembered it to be. Cale was standing beside you, arms folded over his chest as he gave your work a quick look, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Never been camping?”

“Not really,” you giggled awkwardly, handing him the item in your hand as he figured the mess out. His feet carried him to the left side of the tent, sliding the first part of the tube in its place.

“Alright, go on the other side,”

With Cale’s help, building a tent had never been easier. He knew what to do and where to start, he honestly made it look easy. Your shelter was ready after just a couple of minutes, and you found yourself smiling Cale’s way as soon as he mumbled a quick ‘we’re done’.

“Really?!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, taking his place by your side again as the two of you gave the results one last look. “Looks better than mine down there,”

You giggled, turning around to wrap an arm around him, pulling him in a quick hug. “Thank you so much,” you said, pushing a stray hair out of your eyesight. “Wouldn’t have made it, without you,”

“You’re welcome,” Cale said rather rushedly, his cheeks blushing slightly. You weren’t able to see the way he flushed, though, turning around way too quickly to unpack your bag and getting the last few things for your shelter out.

As you pushed your phone out of your pocket, you realized just then how messily the butterflies in your stomach were dancing. And it was all because of Cale.

The sounds of the fireplace were comforting you as everyone enjoyed the first night of the summer together with a beer in hand. Loud laughter was coming from the Avalanche players, and you could hear a few laughs and giggles coming from your own friends, too.

“I can’t believe they gave you a penalty, man,” Tyson admitted, referring to Nathan’s last call on the ice that cost the team a power-play goal. “It was a clean hit and we all saw that,”

“Yeah, man,” EJ agreed, tipping his head back as he finished his beer.

“Call was ridiculous,” Nate agreed, shrugging slightly to signal the end of the conversation before letting an arm wrap around his girlfriend. “What have you been up to, Y/N? You’re the only one we don’t see too often,”

You chuckled at his words, shaking your head as you swallowed the last piece of s’more in your mouth. “Just been working, trying to get a promotion,”

“You go, girl,” Johanna cheered, making you laugh. “And Christian?”

The laughter left your body as soon as your ex was mentioned, the last words of your final argument repeating themselves in your mind. “Christian?” Was all you were able to mumble, eyes cast on the fire as you buried your hands in the pockets of your hoodie.

“Your boyfriend,” Susanna stated, making you chuckle out bitterly.

“Well, ex-boyfriend,” you sighed, shrugging when you looked up to see a few shocked faces. “Broke up a few months ago, now,”

“And you didn’t tell us?!” Mikko yelled, his voice loud over the mixed words of shock from your friends.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, casting your eyes to your lap as everyone kept talking, slowly starting to express the way they all almost despised your ex. Nathan - and his girlfriend agreed with him - said something about Christian hitting on his girl, Tyson complained about the fact that he had never seemed to treat you good, and all the girls agreed with him.

Thinking about your break-up on the first day of your summer vacation wasn’t something you had planned, so you silently kept to yourself, hoping the conversation would drop quickly. Your eyes lifted up from the orange flames of the fire, finding the stars illuminating the dark sky, so subtle yet so beautiful. All the voices of your friends were silenced as you admired the beauty of the night, a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in finally leaving your lips.

A gentle hand nudged your elbow, your attention snapping towards the person to your right in a quick second. Staring back at you was Cale, a soft smile on his lips as he held a stick with a roasted marshmallow between the two of you. “For you,”

“For me?”

“I know you love roasted marshmallows,” he mumbled, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Just thought of making one for you, I guess,”

A small smile formed on your lips at his kindness, cheeks burning as you accepted the stick. “You’re too sweet, Cale,” you mumbled, your shoulder leaning against his as you grabbed the candy from the top of the branch, pushing it in your mouth.

He grabbed his own marshmallow and slid it in his mouth, your eyes meeting as you silently looked at each other. His cheeks grew bigger from the size of the candy, a small piece of it coloring the side of his mouth.

You giggled, his own laughter following yours as you swallowed. “Hang on, Cale,” you mumbled, coming closer to him as you tried to ignore your heartbeat picking up its pace. “You’ve got something-”

Your palm cupped his scarlet cheek, warm against your skin as your thumb smoothed the sticky substance away, your eyes barely leaving his as the two of you sat back in place. Both of your heartbeats were loud, cheeks burning as you acted as if the closeness hadn’t affected you in any kind of way.

You silently hoped nobody had paid attention to the two of you, knowing the guys wouldn’t hold down the chirping; but when you looked back at the team and wags, they all seemed to be too focused on their conversation to even notice Cale’s burning cheeks, or your fingers slightly touching.

You were the first one to wish everyone a good night, that day, to retrieve in your tent and listen to your heart beat loudly. You felt like a teenager again, feeling just so jittery after the interaction with the man you had always spent too much time looking at, and had always looked for whenever you’d join the group at any kind of event.

You had always repressed whatever you had been feeling for Cale, pushed it to the side to avoid any kind of rejection. But the way Cale smiled your way, the way he helped you out whenever he could, the way he tried to find subtle ways to gently touch you.

Something in you, that night, was guessing that your feelings might have been mutual.

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“Does this happen every time you guys go camping?” You asked Sydney breathlessly as you took a look at the hiking path in front of you. You were already two hours into the hike, the guys all walking ahead of you as if the uphill path wasn’t tiring them, at all. “Like, do you ever get a break when hiking with the boys?”

“Nope,” Sydney giggled from beside you, stopping in her tracks to take a sip of her water. “You’re a newbie to our camping trips, you’ll get used to it,”

You laughed along with her, looping your arm around hers as you followed the rest of the group through the sunrays-lit forest, sweat threatening to line your forehead. Walking in front of everyone was Cale, laughing along with Nate as you watched him, a smile of your own forming on your lips.

The moments of the previous night kept repeating in your mind as you silently walked, hoping the man living in your mind wouldn’t notice the fondness in your eyes whenever he looked your way.

“So, you and Cale?”

The words leaving Sydney’s mouth had your cheeks burning, the smile on your face quickly turning sheepish as you kept walking. “What about me and Cale?”

“C’mon,” she laughed, looking at you with an eyebrow raised. “Last night?”

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle, shaking your head slowly as you looked at the path in front of you. “That was nothing,”

“Nothing?!” She cried exasperatedly, pushing your shoulder as she kept walking. “You looked like you were going to make-out on the spot,”

“That’s not true,”

“That’s more than true, Y/N,” she laughed, silence settling between the two of you after her teasing words. Maybe you and Cale hadn’t been that smooth, you thought. Her elbow was quick to hit your ribcage after a few minutes, her eyes finding yours again as a small smirk formed on her lips. “He’s single, you’re finally single. You should give it a thought,”

“It’s just a stupid, small crush,” you admitted. “Nothing more,”

“Then why not try and see where things would lead?” She stated, knowing she was right. “I’ve never seen Cale act like that,”

“Like what?”

“Like a smitten teenager,” her honesty had you laughing, your head shaking as you were the one to push her shoulder, that time. When your laughter died down, her voice made its way inside your ears. “But really, you should try,”

She didn’t give you time to give her a response, slipping away from you to reach her boyfriend’s side, who had called her name. You were left on your own once again, staring ahead of you, your eyes focused on the back of Cale’s head as you struggled to keep up with the group.

Was it so easy to notice? The way your cheeks would heat up, or the way your smile would turn giddy as soon as he’d be close enough to have your fingers brushing against his. Was it that easy?

“C’mon, Y/N! We’re almost there!” EJ yelled from the front, his toothless smile shining from the distance as he walked backward. You laughed, throwing your head back for a quick second before meeting eyes with a smiley Cale standing by his side.

His cheeks were their usual scarlet color, hair slightly tousled from being pushed back too many times, but he still looked like the kind of person who would steal your heart in no time.

“Good night, Y/N,” Tyson was the last person to leave the fireplace, a smile on his face as he walked towards his tent, the silence of the night engulfing you in a warm embrace.

Your eyes drifted up towards the sky - as they always did - and found the patterns of stars painting it. The moon was shining brightly that night, its rays illuminating your face as you silently thought about your day. And Cale.

The hike had gone surprisingly well: the various hours under the hot sun had been worth it, the view from the top of the mountains so beautiful you could never forget it. But you couldn’t just forget Cale, his lingering touches, and the way his eyes would be staring deeply at you whenever they could.

When he had helped you down a particularly high, rocky step, your breath had hitched, the feeling of his rough yet gentle hands on your waist pushing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. You were sure you had never felt so deeply connected to someone, the way Cale was making you feel just so unknown to you. You didn’t want things to end.

“You sure you’ll be okay out here on your own?”

Your head snapped towards the source of sound, the nest of tousled blond hair you knew too well finding your eyes in less than a second. “Yeah, don’t worry, Cale,”

Your gaze fell back on the stars, ignoring the sound of his footsteps until the shuffling of his body next to yours snapped you out of your thoughts again. “The stars are beautiful, tonight,” was all Cale mumbled as your shoulders touched.

“City pollution doesn’t do them much justice,” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around your folded legs as you sent him a quick glance. “I should probably come here more often,”

“It’s such a nice place,” Cale stated, a layer of comfortable silence settling between the two of you. Your body leaned against his on its own command, your head almost resting on his shoulder as the sounds of the crickets surrounding you pushed you into a state of calmness.

His body seemed to tense for a second, but his arm wrapped around your middle when he realized there was nothing you wanted more than to feel him close to you. He was silent for a few minutes - just enjoying your closeness and the warmth your body held - before letting his eyes close.

You didn’t recall walking back to your tent, the next morning when you woke up, but his hoodie still covering your body was a tell-tale sign Cale had brought you back after a while. You buried your flushed face in your pillow, that morning, the sun warming up your tent as you still felt Cale close to you.

Did he feel the same way?

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“Oh. My. God. Y/N!” Johanna yelled, trembling as the chilly water of the lake hit her back, all thanks to your splashing. You giggled at her exaggerated reaction, dipping underwater to escape any of her splashes as she tried to look for revenge.

The sun was setting after another long hike, its reflection painting the lake an orange shade as you cooled down, enjoying the last day of the vacation with the team. It was a summer you were going to remember, but you felt stressed, in some kind of way.

Your heart was beating for someone, and that someone was Cale. You had never felt as close to him as you did on the trip, and you felt like something was going to happen. Eventually.

But the trip was coming to its end: you’d have to go home and get back to your schedule, the guys would go back in full swing to their own jobs, and you weren’t ready to give up on the progress you and Cale had made, not yet. It felt as if the universe wanted you to be happy, giving you Cale and feelings you just couldn’t hold back, and just a small time to find your happiness.

The water had stopped moving around you, and you realized just then that Johanna had left, and you were - yet again - on your own. The water had started to cool down even more due to the dark clouds already painting the sky, pushing you to sit on the dock with a towel wrapped around your shoulders to warm up.

The world seemed to grow quiet as you watched the clouds move, reminding you of the sleepless night you were going to spend in your lonely tent due to the upcoming rainstorm. You smiled, though, taking a deep breath as the sound of laughter from the distance slowly put your world back into motion.

“You’re going to get a cold,”

“Would be worth it,” you giggled, watching Cale move until he was sitting next to you on the dock. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, dinner’s almost ready,” he mumbled, his own eyes falling on the sky. You hummed, wrapping the towel tighter around your shoulders as you scooted closer to him.

“I’m going to miss this,” you whispered truthfully, your cold fingers busy on the strings of your bikini. “Camping, nights in front of the fireplace, you guys,”

“Same,” Cale admitted. “I don’t want it to end, you know? I’m going to miss you,”

Your heart fluttered at his words, sending the butterflies in your stomach in a spiral for a quick second as he kept talking. “And it’s stupid to say, because I see you just so often,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “But I’m going to miss you, and what happened between us here,”

You took a second to let his words sink in, just how quickly they made your body feel warm and how they made you feel like a teenager in love all over again. “It doesn’t have to end, Cale,” was all you whispered, your eyes meeting his as you let your heart beat loudly, not caring if anyone heard it.

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same way,” he said, honesty slipping from his lips as he let a hand cup your cheek tenderly.

“And I didn’t think you’d feel the same way, either,” you giggled, your chest warming up unexpectedly when his lips brushed up in a smile. You admired him, letting your eyes rake across his eyes, then his nose, his rosy cheeks, and - soon after - his lips. “Promise me we won’t let this go to waste,”

“We won’t,” he whispered back, his free hand lacing with yours as your lips finally met. Your world felt complete, at least, it seemed like it. With his hands on you and his gentle kisses, you felt alive, you felt like you were finally home.

One of his kisses turned into two, and two turned into three. As warm as he made you feel, your body heat was lowering and you had to pull away with clattering teeth before you bit his lip a little too hard. Your foreheads met for a moment, your eyes closing as you spent one last moment with him, the closeness having you weak.

“You’re freezing,” he stated, eyes carefully taking notice of your purple lips and shaking limbs. “Let’s go, you need to get changed before you die on me,”

“I’m fine, Cale,” you giggled, taking his hand to stand up with him before you started to head towards your camping spot, where the rest of the team was making dinner. His hand stayed in yours as he led you towards your tent, not caring - or worrying - if your friends saw.

Dinner was quite uneventful after that. You ate in silence as you missed Cale’s touch, a smile on your lips as you caught him staring your way from the distance. You didn’t set up the fireplace, that night. Rain started to hit your skin by ten, and everyone pretty much understood your last night had come to an end.

You had wished Cale goodnight with a subtle squeeze of his hand before heading towards your tent, sliding under your covers as you thought about the events of the day. Your mind went back to the man that stole your heart, thinking about the way your heart would stutter every time he’d look your way, or just how quickly your mood could change when his skin touched yours.

Saying you were stuck on him was an understatement.

The tiredness from the activities started to kick in - your eyes feeling quite heavy as you pushed your phone away from you - but the sounds the rain made, the fear of a storm and just what it could cause, they were keeping you up.

The raindrops were hitting the fabric of the tent harshly, and as much as you tried to relax, you just couldn’t. It was well past midnight when an idea popped in your mind, but you just couldn’t. It was too much, and too early.

You rolled to your side, your air mattress making a squeaking noise as you did so. It was too early. Your phone vibrated, pushing you out of your thoughts as the screen lit up, a new message waiting to be read.

I’m outside your tent.

Your brows furrowed at Cale’s text, looking up to see that, in fact, someone was standing outside your tent. You crawled towards the entrance, pushing the zipper down until the cold hair of the night hit your face, and your eyes met Cale’s frame.

“What the hell are you doing here? You’re going to catch a cold!”

“Would be worth it,” he repeated the words you had used earlier that day. “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” you whisper-yelled, almost dragging him inside before you closed the tent back up. “What are you doing here, Cale?”

“I noticed you couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled, sitting on the edge of your mattress as his eyes stayed on your features even in the darkness of the night. “And I couldn’t sleep either,”

You giggled, shaking your head when you had realized you had had the same idea at the same time. You had been so close to joining Cale in his tent to relax and let all your worries leave your body, but he had beaten you at your own game.

With your last ounce of courage, you pressed a quick kiss to his blushing cheek, pulling him along with you to lay on the mattress. “Just come here,”

You were facing each other after you slipped under the covers again, his eyes staring into yours as you felt your body snuggle closer to his at its own command. One of his arms wrapped itself around your body, pulling you even closer as you felt a tender kiss being pressed to the crown of your head.

“Get some rest,” he whispered in your hair, your face buried in the crook of his neck as he talked. “I’ll be here in the morning,”

“Good night, Cale,”

“Good night, Y/N,”

Morning came quickly, too quickly for your liking. The sun was weakly lighting up your tent, its rays shining against Cale’s skin just right. He was still with you - as he had promised - and you were sure there was no better way to wake up than to open your eyes and see Cale, before anyone else.

He was breathing shallowly, eyes still closed as his arms kept tight around your waist, no sign of him waking up just yet. Your heart was a fluttering mess: you’d gone from complete strangers, to friends, to what seemed like lovers. And, God- you didn’t want it to end.

One single digit of yours ghosted over his soft cheek, starting to trace his features as lightly as it could as you admired him with all you had, hoping he wouldn’t wake up from your motions. A long sigh left his lips at your touch, eyelids squeezing for a quick second before he let them open.

“Good morning,” he grumbled, voice gravelly as he closed his eyes for another moment.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered, retrieving your hand as he pulled you closer. “Slept well?”

“Yes,” he dragged the last letter, the smile on his lips making you giggle. “You?”

“Like a baby,”

“That’s good,”

Silence settled between you as you enjoyed his warmth, brain running way too quickly at just eight in the morning while you traced shapes on his clothed chest. “They’re gonna chirp the hell out of us,” you giggled.

“Oh, God,” Cale chuckled, his palm landing on his face as he remembered about his restless teammates. “Might as well just die in here,”

You giggled, tugging the tent’s zipper open and grabbing his hand to get him out of your bed. “Just let them talk,” you whispered in his ear before stepping outside, stretching your limbs. His quite taller frame struggled to exit the tent, but when he did, a chorus of gasps surrounded you.

“I knew it!” Johanna yelled, receiving a slap from a sleepy Sydney when her loud voice scared her. “I fucking knew it!”

“Cale is getting it, guys!” Tyson said loudly, making Cale’s cheeks heat up.

“Shut the fuck up, Josty,” you spat out jokingly, pushing his shoulder as you found an empty spot to sit on. “Don’t chirp my boyfriend,”

The weight of Cale’s body sitting next to you was enough to distract you for a second, but his thick voice in your ear really took your breath away. “Boyfriend?”

You bit your lip, looking up at him innocently before sending him a quick smile. “Only if you want to,”

He hummed, jokingly leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek, your heart beating loudly against your ribcage. “I’ll think about it,”

Breakfast was over in a rush, and you found yourself packing your belongings with sad sighs leaving your lips every now and then. Even though summer had barely just reached its peak, you weren’t ready to leave the memories of the camping trip behind just yet.

On the hike back to the parking lot, your hand stayed in Cale’s. It fit in his palm so easily you couldn’t help but think you were never going to stop holding his hand, as pathetic as it sounded. The air was chilly, and it held sadness as you two and the rest of the group walked back to your cars.

“I don’t want this to end,” Susanna said, hugging you tightly as you all said goodbye. “I’m going to miss you girls,”

“We’ll find a way to see each other, babe,” Sydney reassured her as they embraced each other.

“Y/N,” Nate greeted you with a smile, a smirk on his lips as he hugged you. “I’m hoping to see you at our next game with an eight on your back,”

You punched his shoulder jokingly when you parted ways, laughing along with him. “I’ll miss you too, Nate,”

Your last goodbyes were sad, numerous people piling in cars as you waved their way, your back resting against your car as you sighed softly.

“So,” Cale mumbled from behind you, stepping closer to your frame as he looked down at you. “Would be interested in our next game’s ticket and my personal jersey, as Nate suggested?”

You giggled, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I mean, maybe,” you joked, biting on your lip as you let your eyes meet.

“As my girlfriend, you should probably say yes,” he said, looking down at you with a smirk as he gave you no time to respond, his lips meeting yours in a kiss.

“Girlfriend?”

He matched the smile on your face, leaning down to press another kiss before mocking your words from that morning. His voice was smooth, making your heart beat faster than usual, the butterflies in your stomach so crazy you were worried he could feel them.

“Only if you want to,”

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lickstynine · 2 years

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Into The Woods

Today's fic finally introduces Dai - Nate and Nye's older brother, and his significant other, River (nb, they/them). This is set when Nate is 17, Nicky and Nye are 18 (so Nye isn't with Gen yet), and River and Dai are about 24.

“What if I say something stupid?” River fussed, their teeth chipping the polish on their thumbnail.

Dai scoffed. “They're my little brothers. They say stupid shit all the time. It'll take more than that to scare them off. Really, I don't know what you're on about. You're way better with people than I am, and they haven't told me to piss off yet.”

River laughed, but they still didn't seem relaxed. “Yeah, but you're their brother, it's different.”

“They'll like you, I swear.” Dai insisted, reaching over to pat their leg. Even though this was his first relationship, and he'd taken ages to be properly intimate or even affectionate at all, now that he'd started, it was second nature.

They rested a hand on top of his, relishing the warmth against their ever-freezing fingers. There didn't seem to be any point in arguing, and they were starting to get a bit of a headache anyway. Hopefully that would fade by the time they reached wherever the other boys had decided to camp.

Since Dai didn't particularly enjoy the crowded, noisy nature of pubs, they'd chosen to meet his brothers for a camping trip instead, before driving down for lunch with his mum the next day. The environment was a bit more private, allowing more opportunity to really get to know one another. River had been excited since they made the plans - they loved the outdoors, and hadn't gone camping properly in ages - but they'd woken up feeling a bit under the weather. They couldn't just cancel last minute, of course. Everyone was there to meet them. God, just the thought of it nearly made them sick with nerves. They'd gotten so good at not caring what people thought of them over the years. Where was that confidence now?

Dai flipped his hand over, squeezing their fingers tight without looking away from the road.

“They promised me they'd play nice,” he said, although he too was a little nervous for his brothers to meet his partner, and for River to meet the relative chaos that was his family. “It's - They're young though, you know? Don't take them too seriously.”

“They really are just kids, huh?” River said, relaxing a bit as they realized it wouldn't be too different from the teens they saw at work.

“Yeah,” Dai agreed, “but don't tell them that.”

River laughed. “Of course not,” they said, settling back into the car seat. Without nerves gnawing at them, maybe they could rest on the way to camp.

“Absolutely nothing to worry about,” Dai repeated determinedly, although from the way he glared through the windshield it seemed more to convince himself than River.

Despite how heavy they'd felt all day, River found themself ever so slightly too uncomfortable to sleep. Maybe it was the way the sun kept glinting off of other cars and into their eyes, or maybe it was the way their stomach seemed to keep moving whenever Dai braked. Desperate to tune out the environment around them, they put in headphones, turning on low music and closing their eyes.

When they woke, the car was stationary and Dai was peering down at them from the doorway with a perplexed expression. He waited for them to remove the headphones before speaking.

“You're okay with this, right? Because if it's too much or you're not feeling like it we can still cancel.”

“No, no no no,” they said, climbing hastily out of the car. “It's fine, I'm just tired.” Hopefully that would be sufficient explanation for why they stumbled so spectacularly climbing out of the car.

Dai caught them by the arm, helping them up. “Clearly. You might want to stretch your legs before we head into the woods.”

“Yeah, good idea,” River said. Fishing in their backpack, they pulled out the water bottle they'd brought and took a drink. They wished they'd made a thermos of tea before leaving - it had seemed like too much work at the time, but now the caffeine would've been more than welcome. Dai wrapped an arm around their waist, resting his chin on their shoulder and letting them lean back against his broad chest.

“When we get there, I'll put the tent up and stuff,” he said firmly. “I know you've had a bit of a week.”

River considered offering to help, but they felt weary and leaden even leaning against him. Pecking a kiss on his cheek, they mumbled, “Thanks, love.”

“Course,” Dai smiled, tipping his head to catch their lips briefly with his before they pulled away. “I’m so glad you came with me.”

“Yeah,” they nodded agreeably despite how they wished to just go home and back to bed. “When are we expecting your brothers?”

Dai slipped his phone out of his pocket, checking it for the first time since their rest stop a couple of hours earlier. “They’ve pitched up already, so we can go see them whenever we’re ready,” he said, giving River a little squeeze. “I think they’re excited to meet you - at least Nate is, but he’s just a big puppy.”

River chuckled, smiling weakly. “Well, I want to meet them, too. Let's go, I want to snuggle up to you in our nice warm tent.”

“Just let me grab the bags,” Dai agreed, giving them one last squeeze before letting them go. River swayed slightly without him there, bracing a hand against the car so that they could find their balance. They rubbed their face with a sigh - served them right for thinking they could run on three hours’ sleep a night like they had when they were a student.

When Dai came back to their side, luggage strapped over his shoulder, he offered River a hand. “Let's go.”

River nodded, taking a deep breath and latching onto his arm. “Yeah, let's do it.”

It was about half an hour’s trek to where the boys had set up the campsite, and if Dai hadn’t been carrying all of the luggage, River would have asked him to carry them. They didn’t want to complain though, not when Dai had driven the whole way and really they were just being dramatic. Besides, if they said anything, Dai would probably turn them back around and find them a bed for the night, and they really did want to meet his family.

When they reached the campsite, several tents were already set up, jovial voices coming from silhouettes around the campfire. As they heard footsteps on the path, all three boys turned around to face the newcomers. Nate was the first to stand, hopping to his feet and running over to hug his big brother.

“Dai!” He cried, “I missed you!”

“Heya bud,” Dai chuckled, letting go of River to give Nate a big squeeze. “Did you grow again? Jeez, what’s Mam feeding you?”

Nate blushed, before a mischievous glint flickered in his eye and he picked Dai up off his feet. “Not my fault you’re a midget,” he teased. “Can’t help having all the good genes.”

“If he's a midget, what am I?” Nye protested, getting up to hug Dai.

“A gnome,” Nicky called from the fireside. Nye grabbed a stick off the ground and chucked it at his head.

“You must be River,” Nate said, turning excitedly towards where River stood, slightly at a loss. “We’ve been asking to meet you for so long, you don’t even know! Dai’s always so reserved about his life, but he won’t shut up about you.” Dai elbowed him, but he didn't seem fazed.

River felt their face go red, sheepishly offering a hand to shake. “Great to meet you. Nate, right?”

Nate practically glowed. “What’s he said about me? That I’m his favourite, right?”

“Of course,” River laughed, turning indulgently to offer their hand to Nye, “he loves you both so much, I hear about you constantly. You're Nye, yes?”

“Nice to meet you,” Nye smiled warmly, pulling them into an unexpected hug before turning to Dai. “They don’t look how I expected.”

“Nye,” Nate hissed, jabbing an elbow into his side. “That’s rude.”

“What, no, I -” Nye’s eyes widened. “I just meant they’re so much cooler than him.”

River laughed, giving Dai's arm a squeeze. “I dunno, I would say saving lives is pretty cool.”

Dai blushed, scooting half a step behind them as if their lanky frame could possibly hide his broad form. "Why don't I set up the tent," he said, hasty to get the spotlight off himself.

“I’ll help you,” Nate said eagerly, reaching for the tent bag as Dai began to unpack the kit from his rucksack. “We brought camping chairs, River, if you just want to chill out over there. Nicky’s just building up the fire now so it should be pretty toasty soon.”

“Oh, thank you.” They smiled. “I may grab a blanket from my bag first. I'm always too cold.”

“Yeah, and you're always stealing my jackets. How many jackets do you actually own, and how many are just mine?” Dai teased.

“They're warmer when they're yours,” River quipped back, smirking at him.

“Oh, you guys…” Nye groaned, faking a gag into his fist. “Disgusting, get a room.”

“Just because you’re single, doesn’t mean everyone else has to be,” Nate called across the clearing from where he was laying out Dai’s groundsheet.

“Just because you participate in horrendous levels of PDA in the school hallway, doesn’t mean that it’s socially acceptable,” Nye shouted back, rolling his eyes. “God, am I the only sane person in this family?”

“No, you're mental, too,” Nicky replied, throwing an armful of sticks into the fire. “When are we making food?”

“Once we get the tent up,” Nate said. “Didn't you eat like half an hour ago?”

“Yeah, trail mix. Not real food.” Nicky griped.

“There’s some salad in the cool bag ‘cause Dai insisted we have veg,” Nye pointed out. “Nothing else we can eat until the fire’s going properly, so maybe hurry yourself up.”

“Dai asked for veg?” Nicky asked, looking skeptically at the older boy. Based on his build, he had assumed Dai basically only ate pure protein.

“For me,” River explained, cozying up in a camp chair with the blanket they pulled out.

“Oh,” Nicky's tone shifted, and he narrowed his eyes at them. “You're one of those.”

River held up their hands in mock surrender. “I'm not morally uptight about it. I just… my parents were veggie, so I didn't grow up eating meat, and now I can't stand the stuff. I actually think you might like some of what I brought, I have marinated mushroom skewers and some veggie kebabs. They all grill really nicely, I've made them before.”

“That sounds disgusting,” Nicky said bluntly, turning away to find the matches. “Good luck cooking them on an open fire.”

“I'll take care of it,” they said evenly, turning to watch Nate and Dai set up the tent.

Nicky rolled his eyes, continuing to fiddle with the fire. He was always entrusted with the fires when they went camping, though Nye often teased him for having too much fun with it. Despite the sour energy he was giving off, River didn't seem bothered.

“I know Nate and Nye are studying to be doctors. What do you do?” They asked.

“Get annoying questions from 'quirky' strangers,” Nicky said, throwing up derogatory air quotes.

“Wow,” River said, “sounds productive. That's pretty much my job too.”

“What, you talk to yourself in the mirror?” Nicky smirked, turning to see their reaction. He was irritated to see them completely unfazed.

“Sometimes. I'm usually busy with the kids, though.”

Nicky huffed, putting his attention back on the fire. River’s gentle patience got on his nerves - he didn’t believe it could possibly be real. As he finished stoking the flames, he sat down beside them, grabbing a fresh match and a cigarette from his pocket.

“Be careful not to leave the butt behind,” River murmured, “an animal could eat it.”

“Oh, shove it up your arse if you care so much,” Nicky muttered.

River chuckled. “I'll just put it in the trash, thanks.” Watching him sit beside the fire, smoking and playing on his switch, they remarked, “You remind me of my younger sibling. They've got the same rebellious energy.”

“Fuck off.” Nicky glared up at them. “You don't even know me.”

“I didn't say I did. The cover of one book can bring back memories of another,” River said serenely.

“God, you really are one of those.” Nicky said, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

They shrugged their shoulders, snuggling into their blanket and wishing Dai would hurry up. “I guess so.”

Nicky scoffed, turning his back to them and his attention to his switch. River was honestly relieved. They weren't offended by his behavior - most of the kids at their work were far worse, but they were so exhausted, conversation was a drain. They closed their eyes, not intending to fall asleep but just meaning to rest.

The next thing River knew, Dai was shaking their shoulder, hovering over their chair with furrowed brow. “Riv, you with us?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry,” they said, sitting up and shaking their head to clear it. “I was comfy and it's been a long week.”

“That's fine,” Dai reassured him. “We're just cooking dinner now, come and sit with me?”

“Yeah, for sure,” they said, groaning and stretching as they stood up from the chair. “Ugh, I needed that nap,” they admitted, coming to sit beside him. He wrapped his arm around them, pulling them close.

“You’ve been pretty out of it,” he said, reaching to pull a jacket out of his bag and drape it over their shoulders. “You’d tell me if something was up, right?”

“I'm just tired,” they said avoidantly. The longer they thought about it, felt the dull throb in their head and the weary weight in their bones, the more they feared it might be an episode, but it wasn't like they could say something now. Sighing, they snuggled into Dai’s coat. It was one of their favourites, an aviator-style shearling jacket he’d picked up in a charity shop that was so oversized on them it felt almost like a cocoon.

“You can nap some more before food’s ready if you want,” Dai said, tucking them into his side with a concerned frown. “I know how you like yours cooked.”

“I can cook mine,” River insisted. “It's the least I can do, I've been a pretty lousy guest so far.”

“It’s no problem,” Dai said gently. “I have to keep an eye on my sausages anyway, and no-one minds.”

“I mind,” Nicky chimed in, “Cooking veggies smell foul.”

“Yeah, but you're a grouchy prick,” Nye said.

“What? They do,” Nicky scowled, ripping open a pack of sausages. “I just think there’s no point coming to a barbecue if you’re not going to eat meat.”

Nate glanced over at River, his brow furrowing. “Nicky, don’t be a dick.”

“I’m not, I’m just saying…” Nicky protested. “Like, what’s the fucking point? Maybe don’t be a self-righteous diva for two seconds and stop looking down on the rest of us like we’re scum.”

“I - I don’t do that,” River mumbled, exhaling shakily as a full-body shiver rolled through them.

“Can you not do that thing where you ruin a perfectly good time?” Nate asked Nicky hotly. “This is the first time Dai’s brought anyone home, and here you are trying to scare them off.”

Nicky scoffed. “Maybe he needs to up his standards.”

“Nicky.”

“What? I'm just saying-”

“Well fucking don't.”

“That’s enough.” Dai cut them both off before they could escalate any further. He wasn’t aware of it, but in his frustration he’d flexed his shoulders and suddenly looked far more intimidating. “Nate, I can fight my own battles. Nicky, stop behaving like a child or you can go to bed early like one.”

“Who's gonna make me, you?” Nicky scoffed, standing up from where he'd crouched by the fire. After years of fight club, he could've stared down Goliath, and in the past couple of years, he'd shot up from being Dai's height to nearly a head taller. Dai was certainly much bulkier - he probably weighed more than Nicky did, being nearly twice as wide and pure muscle - but Nicky was far scrappier, and from the fire in his eyes, much more eager for an actual fight. “Oh no, the grumpy doctor man can't handle the slightest word said about his precious girlfriend.”

Dai felt more than saw River flinch against his side, and he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from losing his temper entirely. “You’re being deliberately horrible,” he said, his voice low. “You need to remember that you’re a guest in this family as much as River is, and if you can’t tolerate them then I don’t need to tolerate you hanging around in the holidays or the evenings or ever, to be honest.”

“Apologise,” Nye said quietly. He’d watched the whole thing unfold like a movie that he couldn’t change anything in, but the hurt in his eyes was obvious. “And then drop it. Or leave.”

Nicky scoffed, puffing up like a threatened porcupine, but eventually he muttered a rather insincere “sorry” before stomping off to have a smoke. All three of the Evans boys turned to give River an apologetic look, but their expression was surprisingly serene. Though Nicky's deliberate misgendering had prickled them in the moment, they heard worse all the time from kids at work, kids they liked, even.

“Careful,” they said, nodding to Nate, whose forgotten sausage was drooping dangerously close to the flames, “that’ll burn.”

“Oh, yeah, uh… thanks,” he said, equal parts grateful and confused. They simply smiled at him, turning to peck a kiss on Dai's cheek.

“If you really don't mind watching my veggies, I might nap a little longer. I'm really spent.”

“Of course honey,” Dai agreed, rubbing their arm gently. “Everything in the tent is all ready, or you can just lay down in my lap if you prefer?”

“I'd rather stay here,” River said, snuggling up to him. “The tent won't be warm enough without you.” Truthfully, even the walk to the tent felt like miles, and just the idea of standing was exhausting. Dai chuckled, easing them down so that they were curled into his lap before rearranging the jacket and blanket. They seemed pale in the flickering firelight, but he put that down to the dim forest twilight and how tired they seemed to be, thinking nothing more of it.

When Dai woke them for dinner, River regretted ever dozing off. They felt heavy and sluggish, the brisk evening air uncomfortably cool even with the blanket over them, the jackets around them, and the fire feet away. Forcing a smile, they sat up to eat, their fingers cold and clumsy as they squeezed Dai's hand.

“Nate’s been asking about the halfway house,” Dai said, nodding across the fire to where his brother was slathering mustard onto his hotdog. “Like, what you do when people need help that you can’t provide.”

“Oh yeah?” River glanced expectantly at Nate.

Nate nodded, putting his hotdog down on his plate. “Well, my best friend, uh, her little sister’s moving in with us,” he said awkwardly, gazing into the fire instead of meeting River’s eyes. “Cause their mum’s dying. And I don’t know if we have all the, like, relevant knowledge, you know? To help her?”

“I would definitely look for a counselor for both of them, I can help you find ones in the area if you like,” River suggested.

Nate nodded hopefully, though his hands still fidgeted in his lap. “And are there like, support groups?”

“Yes, loads of them. It just depends exactly what sort of shared stressor you're looking for, young people with dying parents, or maybe those whose loved ones have or had a similar ailment, or even just youth who've lost the parental figures in their life, be it to illness or custody or anything else. I'm sure we could find something.” River said, completely ignoring their food now in favor of the conversation. “I'd be happy to help you look into this, we're going to be meeting your mum tomorrow anyway. You and I could talk to your friend afterwards, and her sister.”

“Yeah, that would be great!” Nate grinned. “Gwen should be around sometime this weekend, she usually is.”

“Then it's a date! Well, not a date date, but… I hate saying 'appointment.' It sounds so clinical, puts a lot of the kids off,” River explained. “Speaking of put-off kids, is your friend coming back, or did he find a pack of wolves to spend the night with?”

"He'll be back," Nye sighed. "He's just sulking."

River chuckled. “I thought that might be the case. Not to pry, but is he doing alright? Normally, when my kids act like that, there's something bothering them. A lot of times, it's family issues, but that's sort of a given at a halfway house. Sometimes it's a school thing, or a spat with friends.”

“There's always something bothering Nicky, I wouldn't worry about it,” Nate replied, mouth still full of his dinner.

“Yeah, I honestly don't think there's anything especially going on,” Nye mused, checking over his shoulder in case Nicky was close. “I think he's just worried that there's only so much space in the family for honorary members, and now with you and Gwen and Delilah he might be out on his arse.” He glanced up, worried he might have said the wrong thing. “But that's not your fault, it's all in his head.”

River smiled kindly at him. “I know it's not my fault. But I don't blame him either. It's a perfectly understandable thing to be worried about, especially if he doesn't have many other friends. Even if you logically know it's true, sometimes it's hard to believe that people have unlimited love to give. I'm sure he'll warm up when he realizes you still want him around,” they said, cozying against Dai's side and picking a piece of mushroom off a skewer. Somehow, it wasn’t the same as normal, rubbery and tasteless as they popped it in their mouth.

“Is it cooked okay?” Dai asked quietly, catching the peculiar expression that crossed their face.

“Um… yeah, you did fine.” River said, not wanting to upset him. Almost as an experiment, they took a piece of veggie from another skewer, biting into that. It had the same bland, unappealing texture, and they were growing sure that it was them and not the food. “I think I'm probably going to turn in soon. I feel like such a lousy guest, but I'm just absolutely knackered.”

“Are you alright?” Nate asked, a small line forming between his brows. “Nicky didn’t upset you too much did he? You’ve barely touched your food…”

River chuckled gently, shaking their head. “Oh, no, he didn't bother me. If I couldn't handle a few insults, I wouldn't last a day at my job. I'm just a bit worn out, this week was crazy. I have a poor trans boy, barely fifteen… actually, he might still be fourteen, fallen pregnant. We're doing everything we can, but he's really freaked out, understandably so.” Their face fell, solemn and sympathetic, as they spoke, concern for one of their kids outweighing their own unwellness.

“Oh, that’s tough,” Nate nodded. “No wonder you’re tired. We could have rearranged.” The last bit was aimed at Dai, with a slightly accusatory tone.

“No, I wanted to come,” they insisted. “Needed a bit of levity after this week.”

“Just let me finish my dinner,” Dai said, gesturing to the three sausage sandwiches left on his plate, “then I’ll come to bed with you, yeah?”

“Okay,” they nodded agreeably, leaning up to kiss his cheek. As cold as their hands were, their lips felt surprisingly warm. “I'm not in a rush.”

They dozed against the solid wall of his chest, his voice buzzing pleasantly through them as he chatted with his brothers. Every time they started shivering, he would stroke their hair and pull the blanket tight, whispering that it would be ‘just a few more minutes…’

Eventually, Nate's voice broke through their drowsiness. “It's been good catching up, Dai. I think your other half is nearing comatose. You might want to call it a night,” he said, getting up from where he'd sat to give his brother a hug.

“God, you’re right, it’s getting late,” Dai murmured, draining the last of his beer. “Riv, honey? Bed?”

They groaned sleepily in his lap, struggling to form words in their drowsy stupor. “Hmph? Yeah, goo' idea,” they slurred. “'m right behind you.”

“Up you get,” he encouraged, hauling them up by the shoulders in a practiced move learned from many nights dozing in front of the tv, or at the dinner table, or in the hammock in the back yard. River seemed less compliant than usual, barely supporting themself as they flopped against him, and their cheek was unexpectedly warm on his neck.

“'M tired…” they mumbled, breathing heavily despite how inactive they'd been. “Wanna go to bed.”

“Yeah, come on then,” Dai murmured, stroking his thumb over their cheek. “Help me out here.”

River stumbled as they made their way to the tent, hastily grabbing onto Dai's neck to stay upright. “Sorry, just… feelin' a bit wobbly,” they said, burying their face in his shoulder.

“Is that all you’re feeling?” Dai asked, wrapping steadying hands around their waist, “Or are you feeling ill?”

“Um… bit of both,” they admitted, no longer in a state to make excuses. Dai's sturdy frame felt like a solid rock amongst the wild, stormy waves inside them, and they clung more tightly to him for support.

Dai sighed. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed earlier. “Like how?”

“Bit queasy,” River sighed, feeling a sheepish flush creep across their face. “It wasn't bad this morning, but my head is really aching now. And I'm just… sore all over.”

“You think you might be sick?” Dai asked, stroking their hair gently. “Or can we go to bed?”

“Want to lie down,” they mumbled, squeezing their eyes shut against a fresh wave of hot dizziness.

“Okay,” Dai agreed, pressing a kiss to the parting in their hair. “Come on, crawl in here. You'll feel better in the morning.”

“'m sorry,” they said, nestling up against him in the sleeping bag. Their hands and feet were icy, but the rest of their body was hot to the touch. “Felt a bit lousy this morning, but I thought I could sleep it off in the car.”

“It's okay,” Dai whispered, zipping the bag up clumsily. It was lucky River was slight, else they wouldn't have fit in. “You couldn't have helped it.”

“Ruined your night, though,” River said ruefully. “You should be sitting outside talking with your brothers.”

“What, those losers?” Dai joked. “It's way past their bedtime anyway.”

“I know you miss them, though. I feel bad wasting your time together.” River said, resting their head against his chest with a weary sigh.

“Nothing's wasted, don't be daft,” Dai insisted. “Come on, get some rest.”

River didn't have it in them to argue anymore, nestling into his warmth and yawning softly. “G'night… love you.”

“Love you too,” Dai murmured, kissing their forehead. “Always.”

#collab #its-a-goddamn-heartbreak #nate #nye #nicky #dai #river #whump #illness #sickfic #fever

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Late Night Confessions

Pairing: Fezco/Reader

Summary: You and Fezco spend some time stargazing. Who will make the first move?

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of underage drinking and drug dealing.

A/N: Hey, y’all! This is my first writing I’ve actually posted, so bear with me. I love Fezco so much, he’s my fucking cinnamon apple and deserves more writings. Let me know what y’all think though! Feedback is always appreciated. ❤️ Much love.

You were currently driving out to your favorite weekend spot, the cliff about three miles out of town that overlooked the city. You and your best friend, Fezco, had made plans to meet up and stargaze. Every once in a while, when you two needed an escape, you would go to your favorite spot and observe the night sky. It wasn’t often that you did this, but you never passed the opportunity up. You loved these little moments with him.

Fezco had been in your life for close to seven years. You had met him the first day of seventh grade, and although people came and went throughout your school years, Fezco stayed by your side. Fezco, eventually, dropped out to help take care of his grandma. When money became tight, he started drug dealing. He thought this would scare you away for sure, but no. Best friends stuck together no matter what.

Eventually, you grew to love him, beyond just friends. He was charismatic, polite, soft-spoken, and protective. He would take a bullet for you. Because you didn’t want to risk your friendship, you kept those feelings to yourself. He had enough on his plate already.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Fezco’s car parked near the cliff’s edge. You were so in love, even the sight of his car had you feeling giddy. You parked your car next to his and unbuckled your seatbelt. You knew he was already waiting for you at your usual spot, a grassy area farthest away from the road. You both thought this area was the best place to see the nighttime skies, as no trees or dirt were present.

You walked towards your spot and saw that he was already laying down on the blanket, looking upwards. You could hardly make out his figure, but you knew he looked just as good as ever. Hearing your footsteps approach, he turned to look at you. You smiled at him, placing your backpack with the radio you both used to play your tunes down, and greeted him with a shy “Hey, Fez.”

He moved over, giving you some room on the blanket to get comfortable and replied “What’s up, Y/N?”

Yep, you were right. He did look good. He was dressed in a simple long sleeved black shirt, gray sweatpants, and his favorite duo, socks and slides. How the hell did someone manage to look so fucking amazing in something so plain? You had no idea, but he did it with ease.

Fezco thought you looked amazing too. Your attire consisted of a cropped red sweatshirt, black leggings, and black high top converse. He couldn’t help but stare at you. You always looked beautiful.

Fez had had a crush on you for as long as he could remember. Before he had even officially met you, he’d seen you at school and thought you were one of the prettiest girls on the planet. The day he mustered up the courage to talk to you was the best day of his life, because that was the start of your friendship. Over the years, Fez watched you grow up. He was there when your first boyfriend broke your heart at winter formal sophomore year, even threatening to beat his ass afterwards. He was there when your parents separated. He was there when you graduated high school. He was there when you dropped out of college to help take care of your younger siblings after your dad’s alcoholism reached its peak. He was there for it all. Your friendship meant everything to him, so he never told you about his true feelings. He couldn’t lose you.

“Oh, you know, just getting ready to hang out with some loser.” you answered, with a wink.

He laughed sarcastically, “Ha ha ha, you think you cute or something, huh?” he said while he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, or something.” you sassed, pulling your speakers out of your backpack and connecting your phone to it before turning it on shuffle and laying down. The sounds of “Ribs” by Lorde started playing.

“No lie, I fuck with this kinda music.” Fezco admitted.

You smiled and looked up at the trillions of tiny, twinkling stars. “Yeah, I know. You haven’t complained once about my music.”

“It’s nice to hear new shit. I like all kinds of music, like that one chick. Uh, I think her name is Lana? Ion know, but she kinda fire.” he commented.

You gave him a little side-eye. “Del Rey?” you asked causing him to look at you.

“Oh yeah! Her. Yeah, she got some hits. Some of her shit got me sad as hell.” he said.

You laughed loudly, “More like all her shit.”

Fezco smiled and you both fell into a comfortable silence. Gazing up at the thousands of twinkling stars, you let your mind wander. You thought about your relationship with Fezco. Did it have the potential to be anything more? You wondered what it felt like to kiss him, to have his hands on your thighs, to feel his arm around your waist. You wondered what it felt like to be called his.

“So.. Rue told me something today.” Fezco said nervously, still looking upwards.

You quirked your eyebrow up, and looked at him. “What’s she gossiping about now?” you asked with a joking twinkle in your eye.

“Ion know if it’s true or what. She said she overheard it at last night’s party or some shit.” he claimed.

Fuck. Last night’s party was a trip, you hardly remembered it. “Spit it out, dude.” you pressed.

“Ight. Well, she said you was fucking around with Cameron Gates. She said someone saw y’all making out? Ion know, that’s just what she heard.” he finally said.

Your eyes widened. “Fuck, I was so drunk last night. I don’t even remember that. I mean, Cameron always tries to get with me at parties and shit, so I wouldn’t be surprised.” you admitted, feeling embarrassed.

“Cameron is a dick. I didn’t wanna believe it, but I mean, you do you.” he said icily. He could feel the jealousy creeping in. He didn’t like knowing other guys were into you.

You looked at him, a little confused at his tone. “Uh, okay? I mean, I’m not into him like that. I was just wasted. Besides, I’m 20. I’m allowed to make out with people if I want to,” you snipped. “I’m not even into guys like him anyways.”

Fezco snorted. “Whatever you say.” he said sarcastically.

“The fuck? We were just having a good time. What’s with you?” you asked him with a glare.

“I mean, you’ve only ever dated guys like him, so Ion know why you lying.” he pointed out.

Yeah, Fez was right. You dated a lot of guys that ended up being really shitty boyfriends who only wanted one thing. In your defense, the one guy that you did want to date had friendzoned you, so you had limited options.

“Yeah, well if I could date who I wanted to, I would’ve never dated those guys.” you said while sitting up. You didn’t like this conversation, you felt defensive.

Fezco followed your actions and looked at you. You looked angry, embarrassed, and hurt by what he said. He instantly felt bad for making you upset. You were right, you were having a good time. He just wanted to confirm what he’d heard. It was selfish, but he was bothered by it.

“I’m sorry, ma. I just don’t fuck with that Cameron guy. He only wants to fuck you and dip. You deserve more than that shit.” he said softly as he grabbed your hand and observed the rings on your fingers.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach. “Oh yeah? And what is it that I deserve?” you asked, with a little smile playing on your lips.

Fezco’s eyes met yours and he placed a tiny kiss on your ring finger. “You deserve everything good in life, Y/N. All the shit you’ve ever dreamed of having, you deserve it. You too good for all these dumbass guys around here.” he declared.

You looked at him and gave him a shy smile. You felt lost for words. Nobody had ever told you that before.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Fez letting go of your hand to trace the small tattoo on your exposed waist. “Can I ask you something?” he inquired.

You hated when people asked that question. Your anxiety heightened immediately. “Um, yeah. Go ahead.” you answered.

“You said you wanted to date someone earlier. Who was you talking about?”

Fuck. Should you tell him? It was always hard to lie to Fez. He knew immediately when you were bluffing. Lying would be obvious, no matter how hard you tried to mask it.

You stumbled over your words, trying to come up with a vague answer. “Um, I mean- Well, I-.. He’s uh- Fuck, I can’t talk right now.”

Fezco raised an eyebrow at you. “You about to lie,” he chided. “Lying ain’t ever get you anywhere with me, mamas. Might as well tell me the truth. I ain’t gonna tell nobody. You and Rue the only people I fuck with.”

You sighed loudly. “Okay. Fine. I’ll be honest, but like you gotta promise this won’t be weird, alright? You’re my best friend. I don’t want us to be awkward.”

He looked at your serious expression and nodded. “Ight, swear on my life.” Fezco was feeling nervous now. Why were you so serious?

You hesitated before speaking. “Um, okay. Uh. Well, the guy I like may or may not be you.” you finally managed to say.

Your face was beet red and your palms were sweaty. You watched as he looked into your eyes for any signs of a joke. He thought for sure this was a prank. There was no way you felt that way about him.

“Like deadass?” he asked, feeling nervous.

“Deadass.” you replied simply.

Wow, he never thought you’d felt that way about him before. He was for sure his love would always be unrequited.

“But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I love our friendship. We can pretend this never happened.” you stated, feeling a little defeated by his silence.

He laughed. “Y/N, what the fuck? I been having a crush on you. Like ever since you walked onto the fucking playground that day at school and punched Nate Jacobs’ brother in the face for trying to kiss you.”

You were shocked. Holy shit. Fezco felt the same way? No fucking way. All these years, and neither one of you said a thing. How could you have been so clueless to one another?

“Oh my god. We seriously been having secret feelings for each other all these years? What kinda soap opera shit?” you laughed.

Fez laughed with you before taking your hand and kissing the palm. “Come’ere, ma. I wanna give you a kiss. I been waiting like ten years for this.” he admitted.

You moved closer to him and let him grab hold of your waist. You put your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes. “Then kiss me.” you said.

He moved his head downwards and locked lips with yours. The fireworks that people claim to feel in movies? Yeah, that feeling is real. You had never been kissed with such passion and love before, and you definitely didn’t mind it. His hands moved to your lower back as he pulled you closer. He moved his lips from yours down to your neck, where he placed a chaste kiss to the spot behind your ear, before looking into your eyes with a smirk.

“How about we make this official, huh?” he said.

You laid back down, pulling him over your body. “Okay then, boyfriend.” you winked.

He leaned down to give you another kiss. “I like the sound of that, mamas.”

#euphoria #fezco #angus cloud #imagine #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fez

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golbrockstar · 3 years

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Jenna reviews 25x25 2-parter again because I finally got the motivation to watch the 25x25 videos haha. Kind of a long one, here we go!

Part 1: Overcoming my BROKEN BACK Trauma (Cliff Diving)

Okay, let’s just say the DRAMATIC CAPITALIZATION is so click bait-y it’s hilarious.

Ngl it’s been cold where I live and this place looks like literal paradise right now.

Fucking Crackhead Colby starts us off not even a minute in lmao

“We gon be doin’ some of the most richy rich bougie bougie shit ever” We GET it your rich, GOD. No, I’m kidding, but sometimes it does seem like they’re showing off, but I would too tbh.

“Haunted and Abandoned-” Oh, so not so richy rich bougie bougie. Sweet. Excited.

They’re gonna get on a boat and there’s a thunderstorm? What demon did they piss off because they have the worst luck, I swear. God the luck thing needs it own post man because damn. And that is a huge boat.

“I- I don’t know how to...drive it.” I love Nate. I relate to his humor.

Hello, Roxanne, I love your accent.

Side Note: Colby’s random bandana around his arm is random.

“The last time this happened to me, Roxanne, I threw up in an air plane.” God, I just love Nate. His one-liners are great. If 25x25 was a TV show, Nate would be my favorite character, no lie (Sorry Sam, Colby, Justin, and Alex)

Captain Sex Magnet omg, glad you’re not lacking the confidence department there Colbs. Of all the things Colby is know for he goes for “Sex Magnet.” Why not like, Captain Emo or something? 😂

Will the Sam’s nipples jokes ever die? Probably not. It’s been years now.

First challenge looks fun, but they hit that water hard man, maybe it’s just the sound effect but it looks painful. But nobody’s hurt and I’m probably being dramatic lol.

Side Note: Looks like Sam has graduated from his little red swim trunks

Aw Justin got sick, poor Justin. He’s so positive though, ready to get back at it. I appreciate that boy.

I love how Justin and Nate do these like majestic swan dives and Sam and Colby just fucking SPLASH. And then they keep falling off the board together.

Oh, those are some dark clouds. Sam’s right, they look evil.

Flawless transition there from thunderstorm to fishing. But at least they didn’t fucking get caught in the storm or anything. Thank god.

“We drink responsibly” HA PAST VIDEOS CALL BULLSHIT YOU ALCOHOLICS

Side Note: Justin is a fast swimmer, damn.

Okay, I’d jump off that cliff. Finally, a 25x25 challenge I’d actually attempt.

Serious props to Sam for this one because I bet after breaking his back there’s some serious anxiety there for him. Was it stupid? Probably but considerably less stupid than jumping off your roof onto a fucking bean-bag. My GOD that was so fucking stupid.

Justin is a badass. He just goes for it off that first cliff while the others move to a shorter one and then Colby, Nate, and Sam are like Nah Bro and Justin’s like fuck yeah I’ll jump and flip off this literal slippery slope.

I totally zoned out Sam and Colby’s end monologue for what’s next because a) I know what’s next lol and b) Nate it just messing with his sunglasses and necklace and totally taking my attention.

As always, gotta give the cinematography and editing some love because they are awesome. That one shot of Sam underwater after having just jumped off the cliff and the voice over? Masterpiece. Wanted more areal shots to see the island, but I mean I’d be worried about losing the drone to the ocean to I see why they probably didn’t do that.

Fun Video! On to part 2!

Part 2: EXPLORING ABANDONED MILITARY SCHOOL (stranded)

Ah, the return of the XPLR thumbnail too. Shocked faces and an arrow pointing to nothing. Wish they would’ve done a “standing in front of *abandoned place* with our arms out” one too, but the scared on is fine lol.

“WHAT”S UP GUYS IT’S SAM AND COLBY” *music plays* “TODAY WE ARE-”

Oh, the sudden wave of nostalgia that gave me for no reason, wow. I didn’t know how much I missed the old videos until this one.

What I didn’t miss? The amount of freaking anxiety they give me. Like this whole video felt like I was there with them, that’s the level of anxiety I had.

They are so like worst case scenario guys too, like I get it, but come on. If it was light outside would you be as freaked out by the other people on the island? Probably not.

I guess that’s all part of the experience though, haha.

This place was really cool. I always think like, yeah, the jungle seems fun but then I remember the fucking spiders and shit that are there and I’m like 100% Nope From Me.

Side Note: I don’t know how people live in Australia, tbh, that place is trying to kill you.

Colby touching all the animals. He just likes small, strange creatures, I guess.

Also they better be careful with those crabs they will fuck you up.

The smaller sand crabs I’ve actually seen in person before! I saw them when my family took a vacation to Florida and they were on the beach at night. They bury themselves in the sand like super-fast but my dad was able to catch a few so we could see them up close and it was cool! They range from really tiny, like dime tiny, to like tennis shoe big or bigger.

I just felt so at home with this video. Like the *LISTEN and the sound effects and the camera angles and the running. This video feels like it just catered to old XPLR fans lol.

The ending though, I was so unsure of what was going to happen. I was like “are they gonna end up stranded and leave us on a cliffhanger? Where did the boat go? What the fuck?”

And then turns out Justin just freaked us out for the laughs. Man, I love that guy.

I am excited for more of these videos. Like, don’t get me wrong, I love the new 25x25 style but it feels really good to see some of the older elements come into play too. I hope Sam and Colby continue to edit at least these next few videos.

#25x25 review

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Abigail for the ask meme!

YES OF COURSE

1) Uncommon headcanon about them I am deeply attached to.

She’s autistic, just undiagnosed until she hangs around Nathan and realizes her similarities with him and then she figures it out

And also love the idea of her sharing a braincell with Dethklok sometimes. No one can hang around dethklok in a room with them for a long time and at least not do one stupid thing with them. One day I’ll write that fic where she assembles IKEA furniture with them and it ends with them all setting it on fire. One day.

2) Widely-held headcanon about them that I reject.

I feel like the same answer for Nathan kinda sums it up best-

But also I don’t think she’d blame Nathan for what happened because it’s not inherently his fault when’s all said and done? I dunno but just blaming a person for another person’s actions is just...no. <3 I feel while the dethdinner scene is used as the reason for it being ‘Nathan’s fault Abigail got kidnapped’, I don’t think the placement of where Abigail sat in the funeral really would’ve changed regardless. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time; they just treated the funeral as a stab one, get one kinda deal.

I dunno I feel like a lot of this has to do with me and probably this is my philosophy on forgiveness/not forgiving but I don’t think she’d really be all that angry. At first, yes, but I think there would be things she’d realize where she is just as much of a victim as everyone else is in the prophecy; Toki was kidnapped and hurt, and eventually, everyone will have to go fight against someone they have never had knowledge of prior. They have powers they can’t control, a role that she can’t imagine anyone having especially that late in life, and well, I think she’d inherently forgive and still be a great person. Forgiving a person can make you a better person but also not forgiving a person makes you a better person as well. It’s all about doing things at your own pace and seeing what you think will make you a better person. There are people I will never forgive in my lifetime but I use that as fuel to not be that kind of person and there are people that I forgive but I use what they did as fuel to be a better person. I feel like people forget that especially with her but forgiving them won’t make her a weaker person, she’s just doing her own thing at her own pace!

3) What were they like as a kid? What was their early life like?

I don’t think I’d use this personally for my fics but I like the idea of her having maybe one or two older brothers and how she really rough-housed with them, learning to fight and actually be a strong person! She really gives me that vibe of ‘growing up with older brothers’ type and I wouldn’t be surprised. The music business is a cutthroat business and she’s prepared for that!

I do think she was a rather outspoken kid though, absolutely willing to pick a fight and comes home with lots of scrapes and bruises. She feels like the type of kid to know her way around woods, collect rocks and bugs, probably had a pet frog,, summon demons in school yards, have a great friend group, and just live the childhood that she deserves!

4) Symbols/motifs that I associate with them–colors, animals, zodiac signs, mythic themes, imagery, objects, etc.

Ohhh man because I ship her with Nathan, it really helped me figure out her symbolism. I feel like she’s a water god too in a sense, but her powers might be used for negative purposes compared to Nate if she doesn’t control them well. After all, she had gone through a bit and it’d be easy to give in and allow the world to be destroyed but she won’t because she’s learned to control it and learned to let go of things.

I also love to associate with her the ocean and just the sunsets/sunrises that come right after a storm. There’s a feeling there that I can’t quite describe but I love it and it reminds me of her.

5) Other characters or types of people I have in mind when I draw and/or write them.

If I have to be honest I don’t think I have other people in mind because she’s the person I’d have in mind when writing someone else!

6) What I project onto them when I draw and/or write them.

I feel like it’s the whole forgiveness/not forgiveness, learning to cope with trauma, and even learning that it’s okay to fall in love with men as bisexual person!

I feel like quarantine really brought out the worst of trauma because I was suppressing stuff I shouldn’t have for years but I had no real outlet. Crying on discord vent chats, even going as far as publicly admitting my SA on a post because people REALLY need to be leashed at times on what content they create-what a mess these past few months were sfdljk This is basically all public now whether I like it or not and I feel like in a sense, Abigail kinda has to go through with that too. Even though people may know her as a kidnap victim much like Toki and the communities of support are definitely welcomed, there are times where you just wanna pack everything and leave and drive to somewhere where you can fully start over. I feel like she would have that kind of situation and maybe she does but ends up realizing that it’s not the healthiest way to cope with trauma so she ends up coming back and does agree to actually get proper help. It’s so easy to run away, get angry but not change anything, and other things but the first step is recognizing you’re hurt and then getting help. It goes a long way.

Abigail is my therapy in a sense but that’s basically why I don’t want to write her as this angry, unforgiving person even if she does have a right. It feels like I’d be taking steps back personally on where I am and sometimes, you do need to let anger go and try to move on to other things. besides, there are other writers who may have written similar things and chosen to have her not forgive and leave them which is great! It’s just not my cake but I know that the cake i’m making is probably something others would like to try too.

One day I’ll finish that fic where Dethklok represents the five stages of grief and their interaction with her. ONE DAY I SWEAR-

7) A surprising hobby, interest, or phobia they have.

Her hobby is trying to convince Charles to not release that rap album as his debut album, she’s trying-

She has a fear of water because I really love the deeper meaning of that when pairing her up with Nathan, someone who probably lives in water and the fact she must go into the water at a point with him. She will conquer the fear but I like the idea of her representing the darkest parts of water but it’s up to her on whether or not she will become the darkest parts of the water or learn to control the waves.

I think also Abigail being a plant mom like @wumbo-calling mentioned is such a good idea. She has her own little green room full of various plants, she can even grow fruits and just makes smoothies or cakes out of them it’s great! :D

#abigail remeltindtdrinc #apineappleheart #Insomniac Coffee Talks [asks]

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1.) Who eats all the snacks?

kind of all of them but something inside me is saying it’s octavius? @harps-for-days can you confirm or deny?

2.) Most likely to break something?

obviously Reginald

3.) Most likely to steal something?

Octavius

4.) Most likable character to others?

ooooh. that’s tough. I think (no offense) it’s definitely not Reginald or Dorian. Reginald is insane and Dorian can be scary. I think people kind of wish they were Octavius but he can also be a lil intimidating and jealousy plays a part so some petty bitches probably hate him. I think Jasper can be kind of quiet and standoffish at first so he doesn’t always leave a lasting impression until you have a full conversation with him, which is when people realize he’s great. I think people generally like Archie but he can be like A LOT, so I wouldn’t say him, but he is definitely well-liked, and unless you’re a PTA bitch named Jessica, he is desperate for you to like him. But for most likeable, I’s say it is probably down to Eustace or Nathaniel. Eustace is kind and lovely and a little snarky when you get to know him and Nathaniel is so sweet and sarcastic and funny but terribly genuine at the same time and let’s be perfectly honest: he’s a himbo. I’d give the edge to Nathaniel, but it’s possible that I’m biased.

5.) Least likable character to others?

my first instinct here was reginald but like... I don’t think so. I think though Reginald is strange as fuck, we’ve discussed that people eat that shit up. Reginald is like human Gritty. I want to guess that it would be Dorian because he just does not give a fuck what anyone thinks. And I know the people on the HOA hate him, so. And that’s not to say people don’t love Dorian, he’s the best and I love him and so do lots. But I feel like he causes the most beef. My only other thought is the way basic blonde bitches who were bullies in high school probably hate Octavius (but secretly want to be his best friend) because he wears heels and skirt better than they do. Stay mad about it.

6.) Most talkative character?

Archibald. Quincy. Pemberton.

7.). Least talkative character?

dude they’re based on us and literally none of us ever shut up. Maybe Dorian? Eustace?

8.) Most likely to set something on fire?

how is this even a question. Rabbit Boi himself, Reginald Worthington.

9.) Who would/does own the most pets?

I think it’s Nate and Archie? They have four dogs at one point. Though I would not be surprised to find out that Reginald has an entire condominium simply filled with exotic birds that squawk furiously at him every time he shows up.

10.) Most manipulative character?

oh god. Dorian? He technically manipulated everything and made the bois show up in 2020 to get out of marrying someone, and he’s the kind of guy who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants (read: he will do whatever it takes for Octavius or any of the bois or to spite bigots and the patriarchy) and we RESPECT it

11.) Most artistically talented?

i mean, archie can decorate baked goods and cakes so beautifully, but I’m gonna give this one to the obvious choice: Octavius Sinclair

12.) Which characters hate rain, and which love it?

I actually think all of them like rain? They’re largely (sometimes) depressed gays or otherwise very immature so like? For example, Reginald loves the rain because it’s sort of chaotic and also he likes to splash in puddles. Jasper likes the excuse to stay inside all day and work on writing or something. Eustace likes to pretend he’s in a sad music video while watching the droplets go down the window. Octavius likes to force Dorian to reenact the first proposal scene from Pride and Prejudice. Dorian likes to light candles and he loves thunderstorms (so does Octavius btw). Archie likes to drag Nate outside for kisses in the rain while playing Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift, and then bake all day. Nathaniel likes being dragged out for kisses in the rain and he loves drinking coffee and then switching to tea in the rain and reading on a window bench. They are all rain bitches, sorry not sorry.

13.) Which character is the hoarder?

Reginald is definitely the worst about this, but I also think Octavius cannot go to an antique store or estate sale without buying at least four things, and Dorian does the same thing with any sort of vintage weaponry or armor, so their household isn’t great about it either.

14.) Sweetest couple?

Natchie. No this isn’t bias, it’s just a fact okay? They are the sweetest!!!!

15.) Who loves reading the most?

Nathaniel. fuckin nerd.

16.) Who has the worst sweet tooth?

Archie. I mean, the man is a baker and he’s also me. So.

17.) Best and worst kissers?

LMAOOOOO okay.... so here’s the thing. I think kissing and level of skill comes into play to a certain degree, but past a basic level of acceptability, it’s mostly about compatibility? but I’ll give this a go in terms of what I think would be pure skill

from worst to best: Jasper, Reginald, Eustace, Octavius, Nathaniel, Archie, Dorian (once you get to Octavius, you’re at a fairly elite level of kisser though so the differences are marginal. but Dorian and Archie are the biggest hoes so they know what the fuck they are doing)

18.) Best and worst cooks?

from worst to best: Dorian, Reginald, Jasper, Nathaniel, Eustace, Octavius, Archie

19.) Who is afraid of the dark?

Jasper

20.) Most likely to fall asleep on their job?

I honestly only remember what Nathaniel, Archie, and Eustace’s jobs are for sure? and it’s none of them. But Reginald. MAYBE Jasper.

21.) Most commonly found drunk?

Octavius and Archie (often together)

22.) Strongest/most powerful character?

well, Dorian’s got some witchy stuff goin on which I love, but if we’re talking physical strength I like to think that Nathaniel is secretly jacked like Chidi on the Good Place lmao

23.) Most likely to be found in a coffee shop?

Nathaniel. This bitch drinks so much coffee, I swear. Plus he likes to grade papers there sometimes.

24.) Most clumsy character?

Jasper

25.) Most trustworthy character?

again, this is hard. I think it’s either Eustace or Archie. I think they’re all very trustworthy on like a friend level, but if you break it down to its base and you think about the most trustworthy in every situation, i’m thinking, who can you tell a secret to? Reginald might forget what you told him, which is a plus, but he also might tell any Doug who asks your juiciest gossip. Dorian and Octavius are not above blackmail and they LOVE gossip. Jasper is such a bad secret keeper, you immediately know he’s hiding something. It’s like Nick Miller on New Girl. Don’t do it. Nathaniel will try but his brain is always spinning at like 100 miles an hour so there’s a good chance he’ll tell people even if he didn’t really mean to. And then it comes down to Eustace and Archie, and I think I’m gonna give the edge to Archie. Cause Eustace won’t tell anyone your secret EXCEPT that he will tell Tyler because he tells Tyler everything, and if it’s a good secret, Tyler can’t help himself, he’s such a gossip. But Archie knows that sometimes, he does not need to pass on the secret that was entrusted to him to Nathaniel, because this is the kind of secret that would probably hurt someone if Nathaniel accidentally told someone. He tells Nathaniel everything he needs to know, and if he doesn’t need to know and it’s not really their business, he knows to keep it to himself. So... Archie.

#rfb #regency frat bois #archibald q pemberton #nathaniel qolicott #octavius sinclair #dorian fitzgerald #eustace marfleet #reginald worthington #jasper sculthorpe #the bois #natchie #octavius #tyler lawrence #tystace

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pluviophile-bookworm · 4 years

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AWAE 2x2 rewatch: thoughts and reactions

I see work has been in full swing on the ship and our two honorary brothers have reached Trinidad, Bash’s homeland. I love Gilbert’s instant fascination with it and its smells.

“I like potatoes”... Gilbert must be the whitest of white guys I’ve ever seen, and I can say that because I’m a white girl who also happens to love potatoes in any shape and form. Also, I haven’t tasted a hot pepper in my life either, and I don’t think of starting now. To each their own, I say.

Gilbert is painfully uneducated about black slavery, but I’m glad to see he’s eager to learn and correct himself.

Wait, was that the first ever cold open not to feature Avonlea at all? it seems it was. That was kind of weird.

Nate smokes, too? Well, that’s the least of his vices. Also, “don’t have an expert eye”? I bet there’s no gold at all in that sample.

Marilla is once again the only sensible person here. She’s right for the wrong reasons, but he’s right anyway.

Wait, Anne is getting a new slate just now? Wasn’t it over a year ago that she broke her old one? And “defending herself”- from whom? Gilbert? I’d much have preferred to see her smash something into Billy Andrews’ head.

Well, leave it to Diana to remind Anne how much she really is worth. I believe she played a crucial part of making Anne the activist she became in season 3.

I love Jerry’s smile so much and I absolutely hate seeing it fade away at the sight of Nate. This fraud must pay for all the harm he’s done and is going to do, both financial and emotional.

Wait, is this... can it be... it is. It’s really Cole. I’m so glad to finally see him again. But is this a plot hole - how can Anne know him if he definitely wasn’t there last year?

Shut your filthy mouth, Billy! Name-calling is so immature, and he’s obviously jealous of Cole who doesn’t need to be rude to prove his worth. Billy fully deserves what Cole does to him later after he finally snaps.

Billy is just a horrible, horrible person. And what does Philips want? First of all, what Cole is doing is too brilliant to be brought down to “doodling”, and second of all, I myself sometimes draw in class instead of taking notes, and it hasn’t once affected my marks. In fact, it sort of helps me remember better.

“Draw that.” I love how literally Cole takes the words literally. Also, excellent calligraphy. Bullet journalists have nothing on this guy. And Philips can only dream of having such perfect penmanship. Internalised homophobia is a [no swearing on main]... curse. He’s just jealous that Cole can be so unapologetically himself, while he won’t dare to and prefers to bully literal children instead.

There she is... Hazel Lacroix in all of her matronly glory. It just breaks my heart how slavery has affected her mindset. And that boy looking like “a wet fowl” (love this simile, btw) - she’ll come to call him Mr. Blythe, and that breaks my heart, too. He’s a friend and a brother, not another white guy who will treat her like an object.

No, Gilbert, slavery has sadly not ended yet, and in some places it’s very much a thing even today, in the 21st century. This is the painful reality and something must be done about it. Kudos to AWAE for raising awareness of this very real and important issue, among many others. #renewannewithane

Is this because of Nate’s stupid compliments? Marilla experimenting with her hairstyle, I mean. She’s falling into his trap, too, and I really don’t like it.

It’s awkward that Josie should, as the girls suggest, have a thing for Cole, since she moves on to the polar opposite, Billy. But then again, so does Ruby, doesn’t she?

I love seeing Jerry’s writing and reading progress. It’s like when I watched my little brother grow up in front of my eyes. And I’m so glad he’s making this effort for his own sake. Jerry is an icon and that’s that on that.

In a brilliant adaptation of that beautifully frightening scene from the book that is a cautionary tale about letting your imagination get the best of you, Anne is battling her own fancies on her way through the woods. This is just as chilling as the book’s version, and even a bit more.

Hey, there’s the fox. I don’t remember exactly why it was important, but I do remember Billy hunting it. We’ll have to wait and see.

Dunlop might not be the bad guy here, it’s likely just Nate. I mean, he wouldn’t just give her a fancy pen... wait, is it the pen? Things just got way too curious.

Ok, now I want to be at this party. I usually run away from any gathering of more than 10 people, but this is lovely. And I’m in love with Diana and Dunlop’s performance.

Practically part of the family? Jerry, yes. Nate, big NO. I mean, nobody was talking about Jerry, but I am and that’s that.

Minnie May always knows what’s up. Kicking Nate in the shins, what an eloquent and brilliant move. I loved seeing that.

I mean, Marilla is right, but what’s not real isn’t always not good. And what’s real isn’t always good. That’s important to remember. Moderation is key.

“Thomas Lynde never makes decisions without consulting Rachel.” I mean, he’s kind of under her thumb, but once again, moderation is key.

“There’s this girl over in Avonlea”... someone’s in love, and Bash is about to become captain of the Shirbert ship. I love this.

Aww, Cole is using the stains on his sketchbook to draw Anne’s freckles. i love it. I love it so much, but I can’t help feeling sorry for all the damage that ink did to the sketchbook. Pages upon pages wasted because of stupid Billy... and even though I find it charming, I also feel bad for the drawing of Camelot.

And so the Shirbert written correspondence continues... with the pen this time. but alas... another ink stain. Those are such a nuisance. I’m glad we don’t need to worry about them so much anymore nowadays.

To sum up: Gilbert gets to know Bash’s homeland and his mum, is very white, learns about black slavery; Nate is a scoundrel and a big jerk - what’s new?; Jerry’s literacy progress; Cole’s first appearance and a blatant case of internalised homophobia from Philips; Anne is a victim of her own imagination; the fox and the pen appear; Dunlop is not the bad guy; big gold rush party at the Barrys’, Dunlop and Diana make a lovely musical duet; Minnie May is God; ink stains and Shirbert’s written correspondence.

#anne with an e #awae #renewannewithane #renew anne with an e #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #diana barry #ruby gillis #cole mackenzie #billy andrews #minnie may barry #marilla cuthbert #matthew cuthbert #jerry baynard #sebastian lacroix #hazel lacroix #jnk watches awae

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drw002 · 4 years

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Have you seen DREW WINSTON ? This THIRTY-FOUR year old is a SURGEON who resides in BROOKLYN. HE has been living in NYC for ALL OF HIS LIFE, and is known to be KIND and MELLOW, but can also be MOODY and DEFENSIVE, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with TIRED SMILES and COFFEE STAINED MUGS.

hi guys! i’m elle, here to bring you my mcdreamy/nate archibald-esque baby; drew. he’s a muse i’ve had for quite a while now, but one that i haven’t really had the chance to write out...so he might be a little all over the place at first. nonetheless, i’m excited to explore and figure him out, and have him interact with other muses! i have a very, very condensed version of his background below — have a read and like the post/message me if you want to plot and get things going! @codstarters

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

Drew (born Andrew Rene´ Winston) is a native New Yorker, born the first and only son of Tobias and Katherine Winston.

He was born into a dynasty of sorts, his family prominent in the world of business, law and politics. This had two implications for him; firstly, that his childhood would be one that was lonely. And it had been. His parents were often away, and they did nothing to make up for it, being twice as much emotionally distant than they were physically. He was left to the care of anybody but them; nannies, chauffeurs, housekeepers — even the doorman. But in that, he found himself being adopted into an unconventional family. The second, big implication had been the expectations put upon him. Even as a young boy, he was often reminded of the mantle he would one day take. His parents did more to train him than they did to raise him. Suffice to say, Drew never had a good relationship with them.

He carried those expectations with him all throughout his adolescence, and it took a toll on him. Luckily, he had a sense of who to surround himself with; good influences that grounded him and kept him on the straight and narrow. Drew counts himself lucky, that the wealth of his family never got to his head. His life could have gone any which way, had he turned out to be like most of the children of his parent’s friends and colleagues.

He had every intention of following through with what was expected of him, seeing no other option. With hopes of getting his parent’s approval, Drew began his academic pursuits in law. Though, he had quickly become discontent with his choice. He craved to care for people; to be a person of service. And selfishly, he had wanted to stray away from the values of his family; their hunger for power and money. Those factors motivated him to explore other options.

He eventually came to the conclusion that the field of medicine was his calling, much to the dismay of his parents. Falling out of the so-called obligations he had to his family rendered him the black sheep.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓:

Drew still has the family name looming over him, sometimes garnering unwanted attention and manifesting pre-conceived ideas, but he takes it all in stride; more content now than ever before.

He has managed to distance himself from his relatives, keeping mostly to himself for the benefit of his wellbeing. There is contact between Drew and his parents, but it is rare and most often hostile in manner.

Ultimately, he found success in his chosen field. Most, if not all of his efforts and energy go toward his work.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘:

Possessing a subtle sort of charisma, Drew is passionate and headstrong. Admittedly, there are times which these can translate into stubbornness.

Drew has strong, paternal instincts. Whether toward his friends or stray animals, he is very inclined to act upon them.

He is a workaholic, though this isn’t necessarily something that he is able to identify himself.

Drew has a clear vision of what he wants to put out into the world, and with that a very strong system of values. He is altruistic, and is very much a helper and a leader.

In saying that, Drew tends to be overly idealistic. Because of this, he can get himself into situations where he is unable to make decisions; fearing making the wrong one.

He also has a tendency to be overly-critical (mostly toward himself). But when it comes to others, he is patient and supportive like no other.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

He has a cat !! A three-legged stray that he found and had no intention of keeping (considering his work schedule), but came to fall in love with. Its name is Cat. Short for Catrick Swayze.

He’s a smoker, but he swears up and down that he’s quitting...he’s trying, at the very least.

Forever stuck listening to 80′s music.

He’s a huge stresshead. Luckily, he has healthy outlets for those emotions — running (which he does every morning) and boxing.

Probably knits. He’s steady with his hands, so.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Friends - Typical, nothing too complicated or complex. They could have met by chance encounters, or through mutual friends. These could also be friendships spanning back to their childhood or adolescence.

Neighbours - Ones that are friendly with him, others that are not (he gets home at ungodly hours and probably unintentionally makes a lot of noise).

Colleagues - Fellow doctors, nurses etc !! They could get along, or not. Ultimately, they see each other a lot.

Exes - Honest to God, Drew wants nothing more to settle down but he has yet to figure out how to juggle work with relationships. He’s always sure to disclose this, though, so he could have exes he’s friendly with or ones that straight up resent him. Yikes.

Flings: Short, casual relationships. They could have also just gone on a few dates but ultimately decided they weren’t feeling it.

This is all I could come up with off the top of my head but! All in all, I’m open to anything. Don’t be afraid to put forward any of your ideas!

#codintro

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photochoco · 4 years

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Out in the Field (pt. 1)

Black Cauldron’s newest recruit learns the ropes. She hopes she isn’t in over her head!

Wisteria had always loved sleeping late. In a world where the night was eternal, and the city only had colored lights to indicate the time, it was easy to lose track. She often would stay up until the deep purples of “night” would slowly gradient into the bright yellows of “daytime”. People more or less adhered to the idea that yellow was for doing things and being awake, and purple was for sleeping. Though Wisty had found that the city came alive during the purple hours in a way it didn’t when the lights were yellow. She herself worked better during purple hours.

But now, they looked more or less the same. Maybe the purples were a little darker, but Wisty didn’t realize just how much she’d miss them until she’d looked out her window. Monochrome, just like the inside of her colorful room. Had she known this would happen, she would’ve appreciated it all a lot more. She was glad the BC had told her to come in for her orientation when she felt ready. She had curled up on her bed and sobbed her guts out for what felt like hours. It hurt, not seeing any color. Sure, she could still see all the colors in her mind’s eye, but what was the point if she couldn’t see them with her real ones? Her real ones, which were now gaping, black voids. They didn’t even reflect light very much, which was probably the weirdest part.

For the most part Wisty had stayed cooped up in her apartment, trying to figure out what to do with her artist career. She’d made her way to the BC a couple times to meet with Harvey, but most of her time was spent fighting off a creeping emptiness.

She put on her headphones, pulled out a few locks of hair on each side and looked herself over in the mirror. Perfect, coordinated, adorable. She adjusted her hood and took a deep breath. She forced herself to keep looking when all she wanted to do was shut her eyes.

You are okay.

In front of her apartment complex she wrestled on her roller blades, selected some music, and was off. The breeze as she skated along eased her mind some, and her favorite tunes in her ears eased it more.

She wondered if Harvey had finished designing it yet.

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The bustling of activity in the cafe area of the Black Cauldron was the same as always, Cadets walking around and chatting with each other. Everyone stopped though, at the sound of something banging into the front door. A heartbeat later, Wisty practically rolled through the threshold, a pair of roller blades in her hand. “Sorry sorry! I didn’t mean to hit the door!”

“Now that’s what I call an entrance,” Bianca giggled, giving a wave. “You ready for your first day?” “As ready as I’ll ever be!” Wisty said, raising her arms in a stretch. “I hope I don’t cause too much trouble for y’all.”

A tall mage in a bunny mask rounded the corner, a giant calligraphy pen in his hands.

“Ah, perfect. I just finished the final adjustments to your weapon. Here.” Harvey held it out with both hands. Its tip gleamed of newly polished brass. Its long body was black and smooth as Wisty took it in her hands. It was-

“It’s perfect!” she nearly squealed in her excitement. Harvey gave a satisfied nod. “Aaaand here are your ink canisters. I took the liberty of filling them up for you already. And here are the colors in powder form, just add water. Once you run out I can make more for you. And the colors are in the order you requested so you can easily pick them without seeing the hue. There should be enough ink to last you a whole fight, but don’t y’know, go painting the entire city.”

Wisty hugged her pen and ink pack tightly to her chest like a child being gifted a new toy. “I love it I love it I love it!!” she exclaimed, hopping up and down.

Harvey’s bunny mask was stuck in a perpetual grin, but Wisty could glean from his body language that he was quite pleased with his handiwork. “You’ll get a chance to try ‘em out today during your sparring.” “My what?” “Sparring!” Bianca appeared out of nowhere and slung an arm around Wisty’s neck. “You said you don’t have a whole lot of fighting experience yeah? Plus like Harvey said, you’ll totally wanna try out your weapon before heading out there, see whatcha can do!” “Okay…” Wisty said slowly. “But who am I gonna be sparring?” It was then she was lifted bodily off the ground by an enormous hand, which wrapped around her middle as easily as if she were a doll.

“That would be me, cupcake. You should get a feel for what it’ll be like fighting powerful enemies with a lot of physical strength.” “As ya probably know, ghouls are usually witch cronies, doin’ their dirty work. Not the smartest, but really damn strong,” Bianca added.

“...Did you just call Pinprick stupid? That’s not very nice!” “Oh no, cupcake, she is mostly right. Being turned into a ghoul scrambled my brains, hehehe,” Pinprick replied with a wide smile. Wisty paused to consider this. “...Still! Be nicer to yourself! I’m fairly sure you’re not stupid.”

“My oh my, what a sweet cupcake you are! But no time for chatter, we must be off to the sparring spot!”

“Oh cool!” Wisty looked down to be put down. “Where is it?” “Near the outskirts of the city,” Pinprick replied as he squeezed through the small doorframe. “Oh, are we gonna walk?”

“Nope!” Bianca said, walking up behind them and jumping onto Pinprick’s other arm, balancing herself against his shoulder. “Rooftop hopping is much faster. Observe!” Pinprick bent his legs.

“Wha aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--”

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“Here we are!” Pinprick chirped, letting go of Wisty. “Go stand over there, and we can get started. Oh before you do though…” He held his hand out to Bianca, who placed something in his palm. He then tossed it to Wisty, who caught it.

“All Cadets carry these bracelets. They’re a magic disrupter, placing them on witches or ghouls disrupts their flow of magic to incapacitate them. But of course, they don’t always do the job, so you all need to know how to fight,” he explained. “That one is just a dummy bracelet of course, completely harmless.” “How does it work?” Wisty asked, looking at the bracelet curiously. “Is it like a taser in bracelet form?”

“Correct! Today, you’re gonna try to get that bracelet on me. Get that bracelet on, and we can call it a day. Unless you get it on real quick though!” Pinprick snickered.

“Oh, you won’t need to worry about that…” Wisty mumbled.

“Chin up, cupcake, back straight! Cuz here I come.”

“Ok so what--” Her words were cut off as Pinprick’s arm shot towards her at an alarming speed. “ShiT!!” Wisty barely had time to dodge out of the way, one of Pinprick’s fingers clipping her cheek.

Geezus, he’s fast!! She hopped backwards, trying to gain some distance between them. He lunged towards her again, arm outstretched to grab her. Gripping her pen, Wisty rammed it against his arm, knocking it off course. She barely had time to feel even an inkling of triumph before she was slammed into the ground and pinned there by his other hand. “Not a bad start, cupcake. But you’re gonna have to do better than that,” Pinprick crooned. “HhHhhhffffiiiihhhhhhhhne,” Wisty wheezed. “Le’go please my lungs hhhhh-”

Pinprick let her go and she stood up, wincing. Dude could pack a punch. “Ready? Again.” He lunged.

She dodged and slid underneath him, bashing the end of her pen into where she thought the back of his knee was. She must’ve struck true; the giant ghoul kneeled with a small grunt. Wisty yelped in surprise as his entire upper half pivoted to face her. “Surprise!” Wisty barely managed to bend out of the way of his swipe. Noticing the ridges on his arm, she grabbed one and swung herself up onto his shoulders. Pinprick bucked, trying to throw her off. She impulsively grabbed the first thing she could, his hair. “Sorry sorry sorry!” she yelped as she reached for the bracelet.

Her apology was answered by Pinprick grabbing her ankle and yanking her off. Upside-down, she could see Bianca ambling up to the scene, a burger in her hand.

“Howzit goin’?” she asked. “Pinprick is killing the shit out of me, so I’ve come to the conclusion that I will absolutely die if I go fight anything,” Wisty grumbled as she dangled from Pinprick’s hand. He snickered in response. “Hey, don’t feel too bad, this is only a baseline! Imagine how good you’ll be after me ‘n Nate ‘n Dex have taught ya!” Bianca said.

“Hopefully it’ll be a less shameful display than this,” Wisty replied as Pinprick idly swung her from side to side like a pendulum.

“Ready whenever you are, love,” he grinned widely.

“I yield.” Wisty’s legs were far past beginning to wobble. Now she could hardly keep herself upright. Pinprick was not only stupidly fast, but stupidly powerful. He absorbed all of her attacks like they were nothing and dished out brutal counters one after the other. Wisty had been reduced to blocking and dodging. At least she could safely say she was better at that now.

Pinprick raised his hands again in preparation, grinning still. “We’re only getting started, love!”

“What even determines if I’ve won anymore?!” “Simple! Immobilize me and get the bracelet on, and we can call it a day.” “Okay.” “With me at least!” “OH SCREW OOOOOOFF WITH THAT!! I’LL FRIGGIN DIE IF I FIGHT ANYONE ELSE!”

“What’s happening?” Bianca turned and gave a nod of greeting to Dex, who had strolled up to the scene and was now watching with interest.

“The newbie is getting broken in,” she said, cringing as Pinprick sent Wisty flying again. “I think she’s doing...okay…” Dex smirked. “Sure doesn’t look like it, hehe.” “Hey, go easy on her dude, she just started today! I’ve been watching the whole time, I can tell you she’s gotten a lot better already. Aw geez,” Bianca winced as Pinprick threw a punch that caught Wisty on her right cheek, resulting in her swearing loudly. “Remember your safe word!” Dex shouted to her. “My WHAT? PINPRICK YOU CHEATER, YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THAT!!” The ghoul only cackled in response. “You never asked about it, cupcake!” “OF COURSE I DIDN’T, I’M NEW HERE! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TELL ME!” Wisty screeched.

As Pinprick rushed her again, she didn’t wait. This time she lurched to meet him, jumping in the air and landing an impressive high kick on Pinprick’s chin. “Close!!” Dex shouted. “Keep trying--oof, that looked like it hurt.”

Pinprick had slugged Wisty full force in the torso, and the girl skidded several yards away and hit some nearby boxes, sending dust everywhere. “I’ll go get the nurse bed ready,” Bianca sighed, turning to head back to the Black Cauldron.

Was Pinprick just that strong? Or did she just suck that bad? Wisty coughed on the clouds of dust filling the air. Fine. Fine.

Fine.

She reached behind herself to her ink cartridges. One, two, perfect.

“Yo Pinprick! Did you kill her, man?!” Dex called to his comrade. “Ahoho, I certainly hope not, we were having so much fun!” Before he could say anything more, though, a thin jet of orange ink fired from the dust cloud. The instant it made contact with the ground, it triggered a huge explosion. “HOLY FUCK!!!” Dex hollered as Pinprick skidded backwards, blinking in surprise.

“Oho, it seems the newbie has a few tricks up her sleeve! Good, good!” he laughed. The dust was settling, and now he could see Wisty standing with her back nearly against the brick wall. Just...standing there. “Oh come now love, you can’t be that tired already! You’re leaving yourself...wide! Open!” Pinprick sprinted forward and thrust his left arm out. Wisty swiftly jumped to the side, his right, and he attempted to grab her again, this time with his right hand. She ducked again, resulting in both Pinprick's hands smashing into the wall, sending pieces of brick flying. Wisty took aim with her pen, and fired. Black ink streamed from the tip and coated Pinprick’s hands. His first instinct was to tug--

And they didn’t budge. The ink was like tar.

“What in the--” his words were cut off as Wisty grabbed his arms, flipped herself up onto his shoulders and, using him as her own personal launching pad, leapt up into the air. She shoved another cartridge into her pen and aimed. “Gotcha.” Orange ink streamed. Pinprick was caught in a massive explosion. Dex shielded his face as the heat wave slammed into him.

“Jeezus God, what the hell did Harvey put in those inks??” he muttered to himself.

As the smoke cleared, he could see Pinprick, still standing, his hands free from the black ink, but looking significantly more banged up.

“Yeowzers,” Dex trotted up next to the ghoul to get a closer look at the damage. “That was pretty awesome. Might cause some property damage, though.” “But really, when don’t we cause just a little property damage?” Pinprick pointed out, dusting himself off.

“Wait...where’d Wisteria go?”

“Hmm...did she get blown away from the explosion…?” Pinprick mused. “She was right--”

His entire body was knocked to the ground as Wisty dropped down from above onto him. Dex barely managed to jump out of the way with a squawk.

“You little--” Pinprick hissed, but the girl had a firm grip as she snapped the bracelet around his neck.

“Friggin...got it...Geezus…” she huffed.

She slid off Pinprick as he straightened himself up, looking very pleased.

“Well well well, color me surprised, cupcake! You were quite clever to coax me into getting my hands stuck to the wall. So, orange ink makes explosions, hmm?”

Wisty twirled a lock of her hair looking sheepish, but very happy with herself. “Hehehe, to be honest, while designing my weapon and the ink color effects, I’d asked Harvey which effects each of you guys were resistant to or weak against. Y’know, in case I lend you a hand out in the field. I want to make sure I don’t accidentally hurt one of you.”

Dex let out a whistle. “Damn, you might even give witches a run for their money with smarts like that. But for now, howsabout we get you back to BC? You look like you’re gonna collapse. Your cheek ain’t lookin so good either.” Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, throbbing aches began to make themselves known all over Wisty’s body. Her right cheek really, really hurt, and she gingerly pressed her fingers against it, wincing as the swollen flesh protested.

“Do forgive me for goin’ so hard on you cupcake. Needed to make sure you were prepared; out there, it could be even more dangerous.” Pinprick reached out and ruffled Wisty’s hair, wiggling her whole head back and forth.

“You two got pretty banged up. How about we head back to BC to getcha patched up?” Dex jerked his thumb back to his bike, which was parked nearby.

“See ya back at BC, cupcake. And you too, Dex,” Pinprick wiggled his fingers in farewell.

“Awwwww C’mon Pin, aren’t I a cupcake too?” Dex asked, his puppy-dog voice belied by the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Absolutely not! Go on now, I’ll see you two back there!” With a mighty leap, Pinprick was off, hopping from roof to roof with ease. Within no time at all he was out of sight. Wisty slumped. “Urgh, I barely hurt him at all. Look at him doin’ parkour shit while I can barely stand--” Right on cue, her legs buckled. She was saved by Dex, who swooped down and grabbed her under the arms. “Tracy will get you all fixed in no time. Pinprick only went so hard on you because he felt you had potential you were holding back. His method of bringing it out is to hit as hard as he can, hehe. You seem promising, rookie. I’ll have to be extra careful when we fight.” “You use GUNS.” “In the field! Sparring I use blanks. And my lithe body.” Wisty burst out laughing as Dex helped her to the bike. “You guys are merciless! I don’t wanna do anything until I’m not hurting everywhere.”

“Nothin’ a lil magic n’ a hot bath can’t fix. Aight, get on the back,” Dex said, turning the key in the ignition. “DeeDee likes to go fast, so you might wanna hold on.”

“Okay...uh where…” Wisty hesitantly gripped Dex’s shoulders.

“Here we go!” The bike flared to life and Dex squeezed the handle.

The inertia as they took off was unexpected and Wisty had to momentarily throw her arms around Dex’s middle to keep from tumbling off the back. But soon enough her hands were back to his shoulders as they drove along, buildings and power lines passing by in a blur.

It was exhilarating.

“Not too fast for ya, newbie?” “It’s awesome! I love going fast!” “Heh, hang on then!”

Wisty closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, lost in the music from her headphones and the feeling of the wind as they drove along. This was giving her an idea for… She opened her eyes. Ah. Right. What she would’ve given to see what this all looked like in color. The blurred buildings. The bright moon. Dex’s scarf as it fluttered and danced behind them. He had told her it was red, but what shade of red? What shade were her inks? What if she forgot the colors she knew? Her mouth twisted as tears again stung her eyes. Not that any would fall, the wind was drying them up.

“Hey just so ya know, you might wanna actually hang on to my middle or else you’ll fall off!” Dex called over his shoulder.

“What?” Wisty shouted back right before they went over a bump. She yelped and clung to Dex again. He snorted.

“Soooooo, have you thought about partnering up with anyone?” he asked her. “Uh...no, not really.” “Would you like to? Newbies usually tend to, though I don’t think Alphus ever did, heh.” “I dunno. I mean, I...” The truth was, she’d loved to partner up with someone. Maybe then she could stop that cycle of loneliness before it even started.

But… “--It’d be nice to have someone show me the ropes!”

What kind of person just went around telling others how they struggled with loneliness and just wanted to be included? It wasn’t their problem. It was hers, and she didn’t need to be included just so as to not be rude. Even if it hurt, a lot. Still… Please let this be different. Don’t let this be a repeat of every time I’ve tried to join a group.

Her grip tightened. If Dex noticed, he didn’t say anything as he rounded a corner hard, tires screeching.

“Y’know, you should really wear a helmet, especially driving like this!” “Naaahhhh, I’m too cool for one!” “No one is too cool for head safety, my dude.”

“This hair is!”

He weaved easily in and through the crowd. Wisty could see people staring as they flew by. What a strange pair they must look, a boy with glowing white eyes and a girl with black voids for hers. If they could even see them. “...Hehehe.”

Wisty stood up suddenly, her arms spread wide. “Whooooooo!!!” “WISTERIA SIT DOWN! You’re gonna fall off!”

“My balance is really good!”

Luckily for her, and Dex’s blood pressure, the Black Cauldron was within sight now. He pulled into the corner and Wisty hopped off as he turned his bike off. “That was awesome! Can we do it again sometime?” she asked excitedly.

Dex twirled the keys around his index finger. “Sure! If you can beat me when we spar.” “Oh--that is so unfair!! I can’t do that, change your conditions you meanie!”

“Take it or leave it, sweetheart!” Dex smirked.

“The only thing I’m taking is a nap, cuz--” Wisty’s legs gave out from under her. “Everything is hurting right now.”

“Let’s get you to Tracy, rookie.”

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And then Wisty slept for 44 years, content that her character arc was beginning. The lil spinoff series continues! What awaits the newbie? Probably a coupla witches and sprayin’ ink everywhere.

#erika writes #skull kidz #skz #fic #spinoff series #fanart #writing

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msjr0119 · 5 years

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Hold On

Part 13 - Jealous

Nobody got injured at the Homecoming ball, they all get separated into different safe houses- for safety.

Riley and Drake had confirmed that they had feelings for each other, however Drake believed Riley should be with Liam. Heartbroken, she moves back to New York. Only keeping in touch with Hana, Maxwell and Olivia.

Riley meets lawyer, Nate Cooper and begins a relationship with him. In Cordonia, Drake begins to court Kiara.

Nine months after Riley had left Cordonia- there is a reunion, but not the reunion the friends had hoped for.

*Characters belong to Pixelberry*

If you are under 18 please do not read this series. If you do, you are consenting that you are over the age.

Series warnings: Suicide, domestic abuse, swearing, stabbing, smut 🍋. If any of these triggers affect you do not read!

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The pair parted from their unexpected close encounter. Both their hearts, still racing, both wanting the moment to last longer. Liam had thought if Riley had regretted their kiss and if it was just a spur of the moment- due to her nerves. Was it lust or was it the start of a new beginning? Frustrated that it was his brother of all people interrupted them- the wind up merchant who was playing with both their heartstrings.

“I beg your pardon! Matchmaker? What on earth are you on about Leo? I think you’ve had too much to drink!”

Liam responded in a sarcastic manner towards his brother. Riley and Liam looked at each other - their moment was now over. Both their baby blues apologising to each other, looking at each other as if every ounce of breath was taken from their lungs.

“So? What’s happening with you two then?”

Leo insisted on the gossip, he was eager for his brother and friend to finally gain some closure and to restart their relationship.

“Nothing ‘Matchmaker’ Leo. You interrupted us talking.”

Riley said in a mischievous tone of voice, smiling up towards Liam- before he pulled her close to him- not giving a shit about who saw him show his obvious affections. She could feel his heartbeat. Her own heart fluttered.

“Oh sorry guys- is that what they call talking nowadays? But I doubt anything else would have happened out here... do you need me to plan your first date? We could double date...”

Leo winked at Liam, both Liam and Riley shook their heads. They were both consenting adults, when and if the time came they would decide between the both of them - without Leo being an audience member.

“Come on Riley, you’re cold- let’s return Drake’s jacket to him. Leo, I believe you should introduce Beth to everyone rather than try to ‘match-make’ people. Besides we don’t need your help -thank you. We are just friends.”

“Don’t bullshit me Li. Friends don’t kiss like what I’ve just witnessed. Friends don’t talk on the phone like you two do...”

They both ignored him, knowing he was right- they didn’t want to boost his ego anymore. Liam held out his hand to Riley, she hesitated at first- until she saw Leo encouraging the gesture. Their fingers intertwined as they re-entered the room.

*****

Riley excused herself from Liam, and headed towards Drake to return his jacket. Observing that Kiara was stood with him, practically drooling over him- she hesitated at first. She felt awkward going over to her ex and his new partner. If she was to stay in Cordonia she couldn’t avoid them both for eternity. Deeply breathing, she arrived placing an Oscar winning style smile on her face. Even though, the circumstances were difficult- Riley’s parents taught her to respect everyone.

“Lady Riley, it’s so good to see you.”

“And you too Lady Kiara. Here Drake. Thank you for lending me your jacket. I hope you are both having a good night, excuse me - Liam and Leo are waiting for me. Take care.”

Riley knew she had to keep the conversation short and simple, the tension was already building and Drake looked as if he had been crying. Riley had noticed his puffed up red eyes- she smiled softly at her ex. Kiara looked at Drake, then back at Riley. A bit of jealousy hit her nerves. She could see Drake staring longingly at Riley as she walked away back into the direction of Liam and Leo.

“So, you lent Riley your jacket?”

“Leave it out Ki. She was cold. I wasn’t going to let her freeze to death.”

“You’ve never worried about me being cold. Are you still in love with her? I want the truth, Drake.”

“Yes, Kiara. I still have feelings for her. I always will- she was carrying my baby. But I’m with you... Do you want to dance?”

Kiara felt heartbroken. She believed she was going to be in competition with the New Yorker. She couldn’t lose Drake- not now.

“Of course Sir Walker.”

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The guests all paired up, Liam bowed to Riley- she returned a curtsy.

“Lady Riley, will you do me the honour in joining me for this dance?”

“Of course, your Majesty.”

Liam guided Riley onto the dance floor- placing one hand carefully on her tiny waist and his other hand placed into hers. His eyes never left hers, then he noticed that all eyes were on the pair. Even after all this time she remembered the moves- Riley looked elegant, and gracefully floated around the shiny floor. She twirled effortlessly, before Liam pulled her close to him- gently cupping her cheek with one hand. Her body melted into his body, his touch made her soon feel warmer.

“Why are you smiling? Scared I would forget how to Waltz and show you up, your Majesty?”

“Never. You’d never show me up, Ri. I’m just feeling lucky to have you here with us- with me.”

Riley rested in the nook of his neck as they swayed to music. Liam just wanted to whisk her away from prying eyes, but knew he didn’t want to push her- if there was any hope of rekindling their relationship he needed to take it at a slow pace.

The music had stopped, and the friends sat back down. Riley was talking to Beth, Olivia and Hana. Their conversation was rudely interrupted.

“Ah Lady Riley, it’s so good to see that you’ve resurrected- they should call you Jesus.”

Recognising the voice, Riley turned around providing the blonde with a fake smile. She knew she had to stay calm even though she would gladly enjoy punching her lights out- New York style.

“Oh Countess Madeleine, did you miss me?”

Riley hated her. Everyone hated her. Beth could now match a face to the description of the snake that the Rhys brothers had warned her about. She was so proud of her friend acting civil- if it was up to Beth, the two New Yorkers would be giving Madeleine hell.

“Hardly. You know I don’t like you. What are you doing back? Ready to whore around? Who’s next on your list? Leo? The Beaumont’s? Or are you going to go back to your old ways flitting between the King and the commoner.”

Riley felt a rage burning inside her body, her fists and jaw clenched. Beth held her friends hand encouraging her to keep civil. She knew Riley could fight her own battles. And she knew that no one would let the jealous blonde win.

“Oh, Maddy. Are you jealous or something? Jealous that you couldn’t get your hands on them? And for your information- how can I be a whore? The only person I slept with was Drake. And trust me, it was a mistake- we both agreed on that. We are still friends.”

“A mistake? Maybe from your point of view. Why is he still looking at you then? The star crossed lovers look.”

Riley looked over her shoulder and saw Drake shake his head, sorrow in his already puffed up eyes. She believed he must have overheard her and Madeleine’s conversation.

“Why do you always have to cause shit Madeleine?”

“Calm down Riley. We don’t want you spiralling out of control again. What’s next the rope?”

Liam and Leo heard the commotion as Riley jumped out of her seat, and stood directly in front of the Countess. Her face turning a darker shade of red, her jaw clenching harder after every comment made. The men both sprinted over to her, Liam pushed Riley out of the way before she regretted doing something she would regret. Riley didn’t need to stoop as low, playing into snakes games.The King began to have a stand off with his ex fiancée.

“Madeleine leave her alone now, or I’ll ask Bastien to remove you.” - he told her sternly. He knew she would back down to the most powerful person in the room.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. Lady Riley I’m sorry for causing you any distress. I better go and find Lady Kiara. This morning sickness isn’t doing her any good. Toodles.”

#theroyalromance #bertrand beaumont #choices trr #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis #riley brooks #drakewalker #hanalee #kingliam #drake x riley #liam x riley

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Tagged by @viewfromthevault ! Thank you! :D I’ve been flying through these tags the past few days, and though I love seein’ what people do, I feel kinda anxious throwing tags out at everyone else like confetti. SO I’m gonna hold off on any for this one! But if you wanna do this, please totally do!

If I understand it right you bold the things that relate to their aesthetic in some way and cross out the ones that don’t fit them? ANYWAY THATS THE MINDSET I HAD FILLING IT OUT xD

SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a/c units. a phone call to mum/dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise canceling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. the clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer. (Nate’s very touch-based apparently xD)

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

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Legends of Tomorrow - ‘Seance and Sensibility’ Review

"Then you are a fool. For you shouldn't have to learn a lesson twice."

Because that Jane Austen/Bollywood mashup was just inevitably going to happen somewhere, right? Right?

Dearest reader, I feel like I have to confess something to you. I know I should have brought this up earlier, but I was just too ashamed. I hope you can find it in your heart to understand and forgive me this sin of omission.

I have never read any Jane Austen.

Not a word.

I know, I know. I swear I've been meaning to for simply ages, but I just haven't gotten around to it. As a result, I really debated whether or not I should hand off this week's review to another Agent of Doux who might be more familiar with the source material. In the end I decided that the showrunners are smart enough to know that not everyone watching will have done the background reading, and would have ensured that it was still a good episode without that extra layer of understanding.

I was mostly right. We have an enjoyable Regency era romp whose themes were well explored and were identifiable as the sort of thing that Jane Austen wrote about even if you didn't know the specific references. Coupled with this we have a super enjoyable Bollywood number, and a reasonably good tangent for the overarching season plot that had some exciting developments.

Unfortunately, we have one thing that's just awful. Just mind-bogglingly, throw-things-at-the-screen, put-your-fist-through-a-mirror, infuriating.

Look, I really love this show. I get no pleasure from lashing out at it like this. So, why don't we start with the good stuff and hold onto our positivity as long as possible.

The Jane Austen stuff is fantastic. We really dig into the theme of whether it's better to give in to your instincts and embrace love or to protect yourself, both in terms of your emotions and your future security, by repressing your feelings and never giving in to desire. Which absolutely feels like the essence of what Jane Austen is about. Again, I say that as an outsider to her catalog. The opposite sides of the argument are represented by Mona and Zari, who stand for giving in to your emotions and remaining emotionally detached, respectively.

Mona being on Team 'Give In To Your Emotions' absolutely tracks. She's consistently gone with her heart over her head all season. Also, that's essentially the whole point of werewolf mythology; i.e. giving in to your primal urges. Zari representing repressed emotions feels like a bit of a stretch, since we've never really viewed her in those terms before. She's mostly been shown as an entirely self confidant and capable person who tends to rely on her reason in times of crisis. But it's not so much of a stretch to retroactively look back at that and suppose that the reason she does so is rooted in a desire to wall herself off emotionally for self protection.

What's particularly nice about this thread is that they allow it to be resolved, and that the character that resolves it is Jane Austen herself. She corrects Mona that her books are actually about people falling in love based on mutual respect, not about losing self control, and then Mona carries that same message back to Zari, but to Zari it reads as 'you don't have to be afraid of falling in love for real, because falling in love isn't a loss of self control', which is a subtly different message. With that, both sides of the debate are brought together in a middle ground and the theme is resolved. It's nice to see that sort of thematic resolution done properly.

The Bollywood stuff, meanwhile, was just hysterical. Ridiculous, often contrived, and completely over the top. So, in other words, Bollywood. The only real complaint I have about the Bollywood number as set in Regency England is that it never really gels with the Jane Austen parts of the story. It feels like two very disparate plot items that just sort of lay next to each other and don't ever start to flavor one another, if that makes sense. It's not a crippling flaw, and the only real complaint about it is that it was completely obvious that Kamadeva the Coachman was the magical creature from the moment we saw him, but that's not too big a complaint. It was all worth it for the way Zari wasn't fooled by him at all, and used the pretense of sex to capture him. You go, girl.

Edging cautiously toward the negative stuff, this was a rare example of the direction being a little muddy. It wasn't clear, for example, that Ray and Nora's sexual tryst was a dream until much later, and the sequence illustrating who stayed at the wake and who left to go on the mission wasn't at all clear as it was happening.

OK. Let's just get to it. I am not down with the retroactive sainting of Hank Heywood. Hank was an emotionally abusive self absorbed asshole who we clearly witnessed, not once or twice but consistently, emotionally abusing his son with absolutely no concern or consideration. The whole, 'Hank was secretly building a magic creature amusement park, and was totally awesome all along, Honest!' thing is pure, unadulterated, 100% bullshit. The worst part is that I think the show really means it and that was really what Hank's plan was. I'm sorry, no. Hank was a monster, end of story.

Look, I freely acknowledge that I'm bringing a lot of my own stuff to this, but there's an insidious and repugnant thing that occasionally shows up in television or film in which a chronic abuser, whom we have watched inflict abuse and who has apparently been doing so their entire life, is suddenly shown to do one decent thing and we're supposed to take that as 'all is forgiven, they're awesome now and none of those decades of abuse counts!'. That is what Nate's Mom's eulogy for Hank is. One Mickey Mouse story and he's totally clear for a lifetime of abusing his son. That is a terrible message to put out there for survivors of abuse, and I absolutely detest it every single time I see it.

That said, it's nice that for once the show remembered that Nate had crippling Hemophilia.

So what have we learned today?

This week we're using Back to the Future rules, mostly for the sight gag of the names on Nora's shirt disappearing. That works as well as anything, I suppose.

Everybody remember where we parked.

This week the Waverider took the Lady Legends (and Ray) to Bath, England 1802. The scenes at Hank's wake were shown as being in D.C. 2019, which means that either there was a hell of a gap between Hank's murder and his wake or that we're glossing over the timescale a bit over the last couple of episodes. Probably the latter.

Quotes:

Mona: "I think my sense of smell has improved because of Wolfie. And you smell exactly like... Nate." Zari: "No, I don't." Mona: "It's definitely Nate. Nate and something else. Arousal?"

Zari: "We are so not passing the Bechdel test right now."

Charlie: "If you don't jump that buff coachman's bones, I will."

Bride: "I cannot marry you, Mr. Dockerty. My heart yearns for another. Our family's scullery maid! Ellen? Are you here?" Ellen the Scullery Maid: "I am! I love you, too!" Mr. Dockerty: "I give not one fig, Miss Sinclair, for my heart and my lower extremities yearn for... your mother!" Mrs. Sinclair: "Get over here, gorgeous!" Charlie: "Now this is what I call a wedding."

Charlie: "Ah, buffing the old bishop, was we? It's all right mate, no judgement here." #ThingAmayaWasUnlikelyToSay

Jane Austen: "Shall we take a turn around the room while we converse?" Mona: "We'd be delighted to. (to Sara) It's a Regency thing. Go with it."

Sara: "Cheer up. I mean, what does Jane Austen know?" Mona: "How to be witty and wise and mix satire with romance."

Charlie: "Wait a sec... is this a Bollywood musical number?" Zari: "You bet your ass it is."

Our romantic heroes, Miss Sinclair and Ellen the Scullery Maid.

Bits and Pieces:

-- Again they built up a situation where I expected Nate to have an emotional rift with the group, and again they undercut it by Nate being totally chill and understanding with Ray about Nora, and even telling him that he loved him and always would. I'm just never prepared for people to behave like rational adults on television. They get me with that one every time.

-- The image of the mirror shattering as John understands what exactly was happening with the demon Neron and Dez was a lovely visual metaphor for how he was feeling at the time. Well directed.

-- Do rich people really do open casket viewings in their own homes still?

-- It was an odd choice for Ray to hide Nora on the Waverider, but makes sense in a 'last place they'd think to look' sort of way. It does raise the question of why Gideon didn't tell on him, though.

-- Tala Ashe has a beautiful voice and rocked that dance number.

-- Mona is now referring to her were-self as Wolfie, and Wolfie refers to Nora as being weak, so it looks like we're following Hulk rules as far as the personality split goes.

-- I love how when they don't have anything for Mick to do, they just have him eat.

-- Nate/Zari/Kamadeva three way. I'm sure Tala Ashe absolutely hated filming that scene.

-- They finally found a period outfit that Caity Lotz doesn't look immaculate in. The white dress looked wonderful, but the red jacket and bonnet just didn't work for her. The lines of the Regency style are just wrong for her face in a way I can't describe.

-- I suspect that the costumes and staging of Ray and Nora's part of the dance number were a deliberate homage to Xander and Anya in 'Once More with Feeling'. They were definitely more of a book number and will never be a breakaway pop hit.

-- Still no mention of Ava, Sara's dream notwithstanding. Looks like she's back next week.

So many good parts that all work, even if they don't entirely dovetail with one another. But then we have that great big vile millstone that is the retroactive sainthood of Hank Heywood.

I'm afraid that I can't go any higher than two out of four unaccepted proposals of marriage.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go read Pride and Prejudice.

The version that includes zombies still counts, right?

Mikey Heinrich is, among other things, a freelance writer, volunteer firefighter, and roughly 78% water.

#Legends of Tomorrow #Sara Lance #John Constantine #Zari Tomaz #Ray Palmer #Mona Wu #DC's Legends of Tomorrow #DC Comics #Arrowverse #Legends of Tomorrow Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

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