#AND UPDATED ONES PLEAAAAASE

[tuzesdays]

tuz... for the writing prompt... dancing in the kitchen while cooking dinner pLEAAAAASE IM ON THE FLOOR

(Hope you have a good day/evening :D)

oh you guys liked that one. awesome, so did i.

WORDCOUNT: 1335 | Fluff, Domestic (obv) | No warnings

Sun took a liking to cooking that you probably should have expected.

It was a surprise, the first time he had offered to help Obi-wan as your friend had been – in hindsight, a little desperately – trying to force some normalcy back into your lives. Maybe it was because you were still more than a little nonverbal at the time, still recuperating from the events that led you to taking shelter in Obi’s family home, or maybe it was because you always thought Sun was a little too dedicated to cleanliness to consider enjoying the mess that comes with cooking; honestly, considering his long standing love of arts and crafts, you really shouldn’t have been surprised.

More than a year down the line, the new love of cooking hasn’t died yet.

You have a grocery budget now, something that was not just redundant but completely unneeded before you began living together. The two of you actually buy ingredients instead of ramen packs and microwave meals, and then you really use them. He charms the old coupon champions in the store isles and makes small talk with the clerks. He towers above the shelves and insists on using cloth shopping bags.

It's… bizarre. Or it was bizarre, before you got used to it – and every time you tease him for trying to become a house husband, he teases you right back with your dedication to updating the grocery list.

You and your lists. Never ending.

“Something on your mind?”

Oh right. You’ve been staring at him for the last few minutes to the tune of ‘Grilled Cheese’ by Peach Face, completely lost in the melody. “I… might’ve forgotten.”

He doesn’t look at you again, focusing back in on the pan he’s stirring ingredients in and occasionally looking at the pot of pasta boiling to the side. The smells of chicken, garlic, spinach, parmesan, and a bunch of other stuff that you didn’t have a hope of keeping track of waft through the house: there’s a reason you’re not the one cooking. You were never good at this stuff, had always elected to buy food when the things in your apartment didn’t cut it. “Was it… about the market this weekend?”

“No, but thanks for reminding me.” Farmers markets. Knowing him, it’ll be an all-day event.

“Not the market.” Sun hums along to the soft tune as he thinks. “Future dinners?”

You smile. “Have I ever managed to plan a meal before?”

“Hope springs eternal, Sunbite.” He sets the spatula he was using to the side and picks up the wooden spoon he’s been stirring the pasta with. “Something for tomorrow?”

Your gaze wanders as you try to think. “Maybe…?”

“Getting closer then! Is it a laundry day?”

“Nope.” But the idea of clothes…

“How about a gardening day?”

“Not that either.” Gloves…?

“It shouldn’t be one of the Rulebreaker’s school events.”

“It’s not, we don’t have to be at one of those until next month.” Unless Gregory gets in yet another fight that one of your patchwork group has to attend a conference for. But no – he knows it’s too soon after the last one. He may be a little shit, but the kid is still wicked smart; he won’t pick another fight if he doesn’t know you’d take his side for it. Little brat. “The, um, the competition he’s in.”

“We still think the robotics is worrying.”

You absolutely agree. “He’s allowed to choose his own coping projects. Unfortunately.” The second that child learns to use a welding torch, you and your boys are going on vacation. You’re not dealing with that chaos. The mental image of Gregory wearing the visor, gloves, and apron of heavy metalworking is enough to give you nightmares.

Oh fuck! You gasp in realization. “That was it! Okay, no more guessing, we’re good.”

“Do tell?”

“It’ll be a surprise.” You pull out your phone and do a quick search for cooking aprons with dumb puns on them, pleased to find there’s a nice variety. On top of that, there are a bunch of different ‘kiss the cook’ ones that shouldn’t be as tempting as they are. “A gift, not a day plan.”

That gets you a wide, excited smile, Sun turning away from the stove to approach you – you quickly lock your phone again so he doesn’t see the screen. He looms over your seat at the table, bending at the waist so the two of you could be face-to-face. “You’re going to spoil us.”

You lean in smugly, unbothered by the closeness. “Should I save it for the holidays? Only six more months to go.”

“Don’t tease!” The top of his faceplate bonks lightly against your forehead before retreating again. “And you say that as if we don’t get the gift of your company every day!”

That gets a laugh out of you. “Sun, I could be passed out on the couch for an entire day and you’d still be happy about it.”

“Funny how that works, doesn’t it?”

You angle your head past him. “The burner’s still on, Poppy.”

He makes a huff sound, jokingly irritated at the deflection, and goes back to the stove. “This should be just about done! A quick stir, some more parmesan to top it all off… and voilà! Now for those noodles—”

“Smells great.”

“I would think so!” He switches off both burners after a moment and carries the pot of noodles to the sink, pouring everything into a drainer. You watch as the steam from the spilling water rises to drift against his rays, the slowly dying sunlight outside and the lights around the kitchen throwing the clouds into stark relief.

Little moments like these just remind you how fucking pretty he is. How pretty both of your boys are – in a wardrobe tailored to their size, Sunny’s cleanliness obsession making all shirts freshly ironed while the same instinct leads him to rolling up the sleeves past his elbows while cooking, hooked in place by sewn on star-shaped buttons you had given him ages ago. Loose cargo pants reminiscent of his jester clothes, not falling in the same places but comfortable all the same – you remember the day they discovered what decorative patches were, ironing and sewing on a select few to those pants as soon as they got their hands on some: on each pocket is a bright yellow or blue star. He’s taken their usual bells off for cooking, but the ribbons lay on the table in front of you, ready to be fastened again.

You nudge one of the bells absent-mindedly as you hear the song change. ‘Hey Lover’ by Daughters of Eve. Fitting.

You’re so gone for these boys. “Is this the favorites playlist?”

“It is.” He shakes out the drainer and carries the pasta back over to the stove, dumping it all into the pan with a small flourish and mixing so the noodles are coated in sauce. “And this is dinner, done at last! Now just a moment…”

“Bowl?”

You get up to serve yourself, but get intercepted by an arm at your waist. “Not quite!”

He moves into a more familiar hold. You feel the warmth in your chest burst and overflow.

If you had the mind to care, you would notice that the smile that breaks out is one that you can’t help, or that your posture straightens to match his own. Of course, you don’t give a shit about anything other than the person pulling you into a turn around the kitchen floor – your feet step fluidly around each other, this very dance having been gone through maybe a thousand times by now but no less exciting.

As the first ring of ‘true love and understanding’ echoes around a room already full of warm, homey smells and your own soft laughter, you realize, not for the first time and certainly not the last, that this moment – and every moment that follows, forever – is what you had always been working for.

This moment.

#dayshift go figure #tuz asks #writing prompt #x reader #fnaf #fnaf sb #sun fnaf

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

All the poll links are updated in the pinned post btw!

Also I'm so sorry. I knew I said I'd be unbiased. There are so many bangers I was so excited for that are dying miserably. But I can't stand by and let my number one most played song in the last two years die like this

So PLEAAAAASE!!! LIKE A DISGUISE CAN'T DIE HERE!!!! WAAAAA

#im so sorry i just think time keeps ticking is too repetitive for me #but like a disguise FUCKS IT GOES SO HARD AND FOR WHAT!!!! TO KILL ME???? CAUSE IT DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 #also. i know its going to die. it was the one matchup i was ashamed of #because i knew apangrypiggy was too big of a name for it to be fair #but please even if you dont vote for it #PLEASE give come play by lydia the bard a listen #its genuinely SO GOOD and i love it so much it gets stuck in my head constantly #and i feel SO BAD that i set it up to fail and couldnt do anything about it #like i said i know itll die in the polls. but please please please give it a listen and a nice comment if you can that song is really good #anyway. yeah. this has been the blog runner being biased tonight at 9 stay tuned #for the blog runner dies as half my favorites go out round 1 in about a week #not a poll #2023 tournament

[books-and-cookies]

Hey Mary, not sure you'd remember but I'm the anon that got rejected a few months ago by a friend I'd liked for years (and also the one that wrote songs). I have an update that completely came out of left field!

I randomly got back in touch with an old high school friend last Saturday and that led to him confessing he STILL liked me all the way from then!! I said yes and were going out tomorrow!!!!!

ajhfsakhfkasfad WHY ARE YOU LIVING A ROMCOM

this is wonderful, i hope the date goes great, pleaaaaase come back with details, okay? and HAVE FUN!

#mary answers stuff #anonymous #and yessss i remember you!

[candiedblueberries]

things that i would like to be added in minecraft :

mushrooms that stick on trees and walls if you know what i mean

more vine variations, like flowering vines n stuff

fireflies. pleaaaaase can we get our fireflies back mojang you didn't have to remove them completely

wooden walls. like yknow how cobblestone walls exist? yeah i want that for every log and plank type in minecraft (for custom trees & decorations and also because cobble walls just dont look nice sometimes)

just more flower and plant variations and maybe some more crops. please the wild update added like. one new biome and that was it

different leaf colours, like yellow, orange, brown, red, etc

#i just want more nature things is that too much to ask for #minecraft #blues nonsensical ramblings

[xxisxxisxxis]

Girl pleaaaaase, I need this next update! Just post both the chapter ;)

It’s coming this weekend, I promise! I figured out which one I’m going with and I’ve got to finish editing it and haven’t had much time to since I’ve been back to work, but it’s coming!

#gateway drug

[butcherb1rd]

someone with twitter quick tell the cr cast to make new playlists for their campaign 2 characters since they have the time because of quarantine

#PLEASE I NEED MORE #AND UPDATED ONES PLEAAAAASE #critical role #cr #critical role cast #dnd #dungeons and dragons #spotify #playlists #music

[drakewalkerfantasy]

Consequences: Chapter 6

Synopsis: Two people from two different worlds, two complete strangers come together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By consequence, they were brought together and their fates intertwined. What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen with two complete strangers who seem to have nothing in common? Or do they have more in common than they thought?

Words: 2084

Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content.

Beckett x TE MC (Maeve)

**Warnings: no warning for this chapter**

A/N Sorry for so big delay in releasing this chapter. Holiday's and then other little prompts and Asks took my time and I wrote them. I will try be more quicker on updating from now, but it still may take a week or two, sometimes more. Thank you for being with me. I hope you still will keep enjoying this series.

Shreya stood in front of a small cottage waiting for someone to open the door. Knocking one more time impatiently, almost bouncing in place, hoping to get some saucy details from her friend. She noticed how quickly Maeve disappeared from the party the day before, wondering what made her leave, considering that last time she has seen her was with her ex. Her eyes flickered toward a car park, noting that her friend should be home as her car was standing there near to some fancy SUV parked beside hers. She quietly whistled, calculating mentally that this car should be worth tones of money, ones that none of the ordinary students could afford to spend. While she was still lost in her thoughts door flew open, and Maeve appeared on a threshold.

“At last,” Shreya exclaimed, giving Maeve one-armed hug before entering the house without waiting for an invitation. “What took you so long?” she asked, skeptically checking Maeve’s outfit.

“Spoke with my mum,” Maeve lied, leading Shreya to the kitchen area. “And why are you here so late?”

“I was worried. You didn’t return my calls since Friday night and did not answer my texts. And the last time I have seen you, you were arguing with your ex... And I know that this never ends well for you.”

“Tea?” Maeve asked, turning to her friend, trying to avoid the subject, watching her nod in confirmation. The light blush dusted her cheeks, and her teeth lightly dig into her lower lip remembering the events of past view day and the reason why she avoided her friends.

“Okay, my dear spill it,” Shreya squealed, hopping on the stool at the kitchen island, watching Maeve put a kettle for tea. “I know this face,” singsonged Shreya. “You had sex,” stated she, noticing how Maeve almost dropped two mugs that she now was holding in her hands.

“I didn’t...” Maeve said, trying to hide a small blush appearing on her cheeks.

“Ohhhhhh yes, you did,” Shreya giggled. “Common, tell me all the details. Who was he? Was he any good? Where did you do him? Did he have big....”

“Shreya!!!” Maeve exclaimed, feeling how her face started to burn. “Stop it. I didn’t have anything. And even if I had... I would never tell you the details,” she mumbled, watching at her friend with wide-opened eyes.

“Maaaaaaeve, stop being so prude... I know you have done it, so spill. Do I know him? Pleaaaaase, I always tell you everything.”

“Yep, sometimes even more than I need to know,” Maeve mumbled under her breath.

“I heard this,” Shreya giggled. “So he was so terrible you have nothing to tell at all?” Shreya frowned.

“Will you drop it?”

“You know, I will not. So either you tell me or I will continue to guess.”

“Okay,” Maeve sigh reluctantly. “I... I was drunk and upset after the encounter with my ex. And this was a terrible mistake... And to your great disappointment, I don’t remember much...”

“So he was terrible,” Shreya asked with a heavy sigh.

“No... he--- he wasn't bad. I would even say that he was the best I ever had. At least from what I could remember,” Maeve admitted finally, her face blushing from the memory of the most intense orgasm she ever had, not noticing that Beckett entered the kitchen, stopping abruptly at the entrance. His eyes flew wide open, and his breath hitched, catching the end of the conversation. After a moment of hesitation, he cleared his throat, his face flushing slightly, but he kept his composure, not letting it falter. He watched Maeve abruptly turning toward him, the mug slipping from her hands, hitting the floor and breaking into small fragments.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” said Beckett, moving toward her to help collect scattered pieces. “Sorry, for intrusion, I thought you and your friend heard me approach.”

“It’s... it’s okay,” Maeve stuttered, her face flushing and her heart thundering uncontrollably, hoping that he didn’t hear what she said. Slowly Beckett kneeled in front of her, his hand reaching for the same piece of glass, and their fingers brushed softly, making their hearts skip a beat. The memory of the kiss and the burning of their lips still fresh, and they both could feel the electricity crackled in the air between them ones again.

“I... I’m sorry that I scared you. I hope this wasn’t your favorite mug,” he said quietly, his eyes meeting Maeve’s, watching her smile weakly.

“No. It’s... it’s just a mug,” she shrugged, feeling Beckett’s fingers brushing against hers, lingering there just for a brief moment, while they collected the broken pieces. The innocent touch of his fingers made her pulse quicken. The warmth from his touch spreading through her and her face flushed when the memory of him touching her more fiercely just moments ago emerged in front of her eyes. Her breath hitched, and she jumped to her feet, not realizing that the same memory coursed through Beckett’s mind too, settling his blood aflame instantly, making him rush to his feet.

Maeve could feel how her body collided with his, and she gasped softly in surprise. Her hands grabbing his shoulders to steady herself, ready for the fall, but before that could happen she felt Beckett’s strong arms wrapping around her waist, bringing her closer to his broad frame. He was so close that she could see every single freckle dotting his face, his gaze stormy and conflicting, and his lips just an inches away. Swallowing hard their eyes met, and they both felt how the world froze around them. The time stopped, and the distance between them started to shorten, before Shreya’s voice broke through their bubble, breaking them apart.

Shit, thought Beckett, taking a step back, feeling how a blush rising up to his cheeks. I definitely can not control myself around her for some reason. Why it is so tempting to kiss her? For fucking sake, I need to keep my distance or next time, I will kiss her or even worse.

“I afraid we weren’t introduced yet,” Shreya chirped, placing her hand on Beckett’s forearm, moving closer to him. “I’m Shreya. Shreya Mistry. And you must be Maeve’s roommate.” she exclaimed excitedly, not letting Beckett say even a word. “You are so strong. I thought Maeve will meet the ground, she is so clumsy sometimes, but you caught her. And you have such nice muscles,” Shreya giggled, squeezing his forearm, not noticing a frown forming on Beckett’s face.

Meantime Maeve rolled her eyes, moving back toward the cupboards taking another mug out and starting making tea.

“It is nice to meet you,” Beckett finally could say a word, unsuccessfully trying to get his hand out of Shreya’s grip, giving up to her attempts to lead him to the kitchen island. “I’m Beckett. Beckett Harrington,” he said, throwing a gaze toward Maeve, who was standing with her back turned to them. His eyes lingering on her slim figure, sliding up her long legs toward her ass, only now realizing what she was wearing, he could feel the heat forming on his cheeks.

“Wait... Are you THE Beckett Harrington,” Shreya exclaimed, her hand still on Beckett’s biceps, and she batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. She sat him on a stool next to her, her eyes not leaving him.

“What that supposed to mean,” Beckett asked, furrowing his brows.

“Like Beckett Harrington, the only heir for Harrington Industry. The same Harrington Industry who have their businesses all over the country and make billions each year. The same Harrington who made a deal with Mistry Corporation just a few weeks back. Maeve, I told you rumors are true.”

“And I told you that I give no damn to the rumors,” Maeve replied, turning back to face them, her gaze falling to Shreya’s arm still wrapped around Beckett’s, the prick of some unknown feeling coursed through her. The unknown feeling that left a taste of metal in her mouth, making her sick to her bones. She could feel how her blood started to boil, making her even more convinced now that he is no better than any other rich boy she ever met. “Also, you should probably let him go, or you will leave imprints on his forearm,” Maeve said coldly, berating herself for saying that a second later.

“Miss Mistry...,” Beckett started before getting interrupted by the girl next to him.

“Please call me Shreya,” she said, sending him a bright smile. “Also may I say how lucky are you that you won't have to share your fortune with your sister? As there were some rumors that your sister got into bed with some guy who got her pregnant and your parents...”

“Shreya,” Maeve growled, looking at her friend, the memory of previous day’s fight still fresh in her, and she threw a subtle glance in Beckett’s direction. Noticing how he clenched his fists and his eyes became darker. “You never can know what happened behind the closed doors, so you never should assume that someone is lucky. And even if you knew for sure, it’s none of your damn business, and you shouldn’t spread this gossips further.” Maeve breathed heavily, not even fully understanding what came on her, the regret of her own assumptions pricking her, causing a feeling of guilt to become stronger. Hesitantly she looked toward Beckett catching his gaze, which froze on her. The awe and something else hiding behind his deep stormy gaze.

Probably we both made too many assumptions before getting to know each other, thought Beckett nodding slightly to Maeve, catching her soft hesitant smile, returning it a second later before turning back to Shreya.

“Miss Mistry,” Beckett repeated firmly, barely holding back anger he felt, trying to ignore what she said. “I’m not sure what rumors did you heard, although I shouldn’t be surprised--- But let me assure you, that I have nothing to do with my family’s business, and in regards to my sister--- Maeve is right is none of your business,” he said, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a second before he spoke again. “And if I may give you and your family advice... if I would be you or your family, I would stay away from making any deals with my mother, otherwise one fine morning my mother will leave you penniless and broken. Unfortunately, I and my sister never had the luxury of a choice. But if I would be you, I really would consider breaking a deal, if this isn’t too late already,” Beckett said, slipping his hand from the weakened grip and quietly exiting the kitchen, leaving two girls in complete silence.

“What was it...,” Shreya’s asked, sharing a confused look with her best friend, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Shreya, I think he was serious...,” Maeve said hesitantly.

“Maeve, don’t be so silly who in their right mind would give up owning the whole empire just because of some family’s drama. I and my mother have a lot of differences and we not always see things the same way, but I wouldn’t even think of refusing my share in the family’s business, even though I plan to open my own brand. I’m sure he didn’t mean it, right? He cannot be serious. How could he? He probably just tried to scare me off. Although, I’m surprised he even chose to study medicine...”

“You chose it...” Maeve noted.

“Yes, because I want to open my own beauty brand. And why not to study plastic surgery, I could make some money out of it. But for him... He could choose anything, and I know for sure his parents wanted him to study business what would be the smartest choice for him for business inheritance.“

“Shreya, just think about what he said, and please let your mother know. He doesn’t give me an impression of a person who would joke about anything like that. Please?”

“Okay, okay. I will speak with my mum,” Shreya shrugged, taking a steaming cup of tea from Maeve’s hands. “But trust me, he isn’t serious, and he is totally into me. He just doesn’t realize it yet,” she giggled, making Maeve roll her eyes at her before taking a sip of tea, throwing a pensive look toward the direction where moments ago left Beckett, a single thought flying through her mind.

Probably we both made too many assumptions before getting to know each other.

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[yoshichao]

the Smashers and their Host Ch13 Preview

Series: Super Smash Bros.

Characters: Reader, Literally Everyone In Super Smash Bros Ultimate

Summary:  You're an inter-dimensional being that owns a huge estate situated on the cusp of spacetime. You've been asked to rent out your mansion for the upcoming Super Smash Bros. tournament. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Reader-Insert, Romantic & Platonic Harem, Comedy, Fluff, No Smut

Read the fic here!

[So after a year, I finally finished chapter 11... During my writer’s block, I actually started on what was then going to be chapter 12, but I’ve seen then squeezed another chapter between them in the plans. So, if all goes according to plan, this will be May’s update. Anyways, I feel like posting it so!! It’s not as meaty as the chapter 11 preview - this one is only about 2k words instead of a whopping 13k - but I hope you enjoy regardless!]

You can’t help but stare as the roller coaster above slowly reaches its peak before plummeting downwards, accompanied by a chorus of screams. Just watching the cars zip through loops and corkscrews makes your head spin, and you find yourself grateful that you aren’t on that particular ride. You don’t know if your heart could take it.

The repairs at the mansion finished with accompanying fanfare (well, in your head, at least) and you thought you’d be able to sit back and relax for a bit. Your new life had other plans, of course, and the Smashers were absolutely insatiable, so you had been invited to join them to an amusement park. Honestly, you should have declined - you wanted to! - but…

“Pleaaaaase?” Roy had been the one to ask you to join them, giving you puppy dog eyes as he held the brochure out. The park was in a place called Nimbasa City - recently expanded! grand re-opening! - which you recognized as a place in the Pokemon universe. 

“You know you can go without me, right?” you tried, still feeling worn out from all the Social Activities and babysitting you’ve been doing lately. The other day, you found DK using Pac-man as a bowling ball to “prank” anyone wandering the halls. Then the following day, you’re pretty sure Villager and Toon Link had a slingshot competition with the mansions’ windows. And then the day after that, Leaf helped you play detective to find out who was stealing all the speakers throughout the mansion, just to find Diddy Kong using them to create a “gaming set-up fit for a king”. 

Why.

Completely oblivious to your weariness, Roy’s expression remained enthusiastic, even when he gave you a mock-frown. “Sure, but, you said we would hang out together next time everyone was doing something!”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you did!”

Oh right, you did. You did say that after he wasn’t invited to the sleepover. Curse you and your desire to keep everyone happy! Now you have to go!

And so, after someone consulted Master Hand about building a temporary transporter directly to Nimbasa City, here you are.

“Whoa, it’s even cooler than in the pictures!” Roy, determined to take you up on your offer to spend time together, arrived via teleporter alongside you. While the mansion has been abuzz over another multiverse outing, you have no idea who actually intended on going. It’s already midday, so there are probably plenty of Smashers already here…

Pulling your gaze away from the roller coaster, you notice that your redheaded companion was also staring intently at the Rayquaza-themed deathtrap. His expression is strained, leading you to believe the both of you are thinking the same thing.

“Why don’t we start with getting something to eat?” you suggest, thinking of the safest option possible. Oh, but if you end up going on rides with a full stomach… Hm, maybe that’s not as safe as you thought. But Roy eagerly takes your suggestion and you have no choice but to follow him to the food court.

“That’s a great idea! I’m dying to see what kind of food this world has!”

You can’t help but agree, but his words have curiosity bubbling within you. “Have you never visited the Pokemon world before?”

“Only once, during Melee!” His grin is almost infectious, though it mellows out as he continues talking. “We never came out here during the last tournament season! ...Or at least, not while I was around.” Roy frowns a moment before putting on another smile, though this one seems a bit more forced. “Melee’s whole thing though was that we were travelling to a new universe for each round of the tournament. For the Pokemon world though, we took a blimp to the stadium, so we didn’t really get to explore…”

That’s right - you forgot Roy was technically only invited to one full tournament, so he wouldn’t have had as much time to relax and travel around with the others. It was only by popular demand that he was invited for the “extra” tournaments, appearing alongside Ryu as a secret opponent for the champions of the mini doubles tournament. They’d both go on to appear in the remaining tournaments and random matchups of the season. While that would have given him a few months to participate in fun activities with the others, you have to imagine a lot of that slows down during tournament season.

“But, a few Smashers and I snuck out between matches to check out the local town.” Roy continues his story sheepishly, smiling fondly at the memory. “And then we uh, went a bit too far… got lost in a cave… We made it back just in time for our next match, but Master Hand really gave us an earful…” He laughs awkwardly, and you find yourself snickering at the idea of Master Hand panicking when he discovered some of his hotshot superstars have gone missing. 

“Who all went with you?”

He counts them off on his fingers as he lists everyone. “Me, Pichu, Young Link, Popo, Nana... oh, and Ness. Pikachu ended up being the one who found us lost in the cave.”

You can just imagine the six of them running in circles trying to find the exit, just to have Pikachu show up and use its familiarity of the region to lead them out in mere minutes. 

...Huh. Funny, most of those six are Smashers that didn’t get invited back every year afterwards. And you remember there had once been rumours that Ness wasn’t going to be invited back to Brawl…

...Eh, probably just a coincidence. Master Hand wouldn’t exclude someone over an incident like that.

“I’m surprised Pikachu didn’t try to get you even more lost on purpose,” you say offhandedly. Roy’s expression is surprisingly contemplative.

“Nah, Pikachu used to be cool back then. Like, sure he liked to hype up the crowd, but outside of matches he was really chill.” He pauses. “I was surprised to find out he kind of became a jerk. Apparently he’s just been that way since the start of Brawl.”

“Really?” And here you thought the first tournament had been the catalyst to its inflated ego, where the electric rodent had won both the singles and the doubles tournaments that season. Pikachu’s record during Melee was pretty average… maybe something else happened between that and Brawl? An event none of the Smashers would have known about? 

Roy shrugs - he’s just in the dark about it as you are - and you notice you’ve arrived at the food court, signalling the end of the conversation. You spot a Pansage, a Panpour, and a Pansear behind a long counter. Pansage takes orders and hands them to the other two monkeys, who then proceed to rush around unnecessarily chaotically to put the order together. This seems like the type of environment where mistakes are easily made, but a lot of people seem to be eating food from here, so apparently they know what they’re doing…?

You end up ordering a Rawst Burger and a lemonade, while Roy gets a corn dog and a soda pop. On your way to finding somewhere to sit, you spot Falco getting his hot dog stolen by the Duck Hunt Dog. You’re glad he’s too far to notice you laughing.

“Look, there’s space at that table!” Your attention is brought back to Roy, who is pointing at a table with only one other person sitting at it. Coincidentally, the spiky blond haired dude there is someone you recognize as part of the Smash crew. Roy takes longer to recognize him - it’s not until you’ve both rounded the table to sit across from the swordsman that he addresses him.

“Oh hey, you’re that guy… uh, Rain, was it?”

When the blond looks up and you see his face, an involuntary snort arises from your throat as you try to hold back laughter.

“It’s Cloud. Cloud Strife.” Apparently they offer facepainting somewhere at the park, because Cloud’s face is covered in ink that resembles a bunny. When combined with his completely serious expression, you have to hide a smile behind your hand as you sit down. 

“Right, that’s it. I knew that.” Roy sits next to you, raising an eyebrow at the swordsman across from you two. “What’s on your face?”

“It’s a rabbit.”

“I guess someone is offering facepainting somewhere?” you clarify helpfully, and Roy’s face lights up in recognition.

“Oh! That sounds fun.” He looks to you with enthusiasm. “Hey, what animal do you think I should get? Heh, probably something fierce, like a lion, or--”

“A puppy,” you reply without hesitation, interrupting his own ideas. Roy looked shocked at your suggestion - almost even offended. Whoops. 

“A-A puppy? Not like… a bigger dog? A wolf, maybe…?”

“I think a puppy would suit you as well,” Cloud agrees. Roy’s jaw drops as he’s left struggling for an objection, but Cloud moves the conversation before he can say anything. “They also do portraits - look.”

He hands you a large rolled up piece of canvas paper that you’ve been curious about for awhile now before returning to picking at his funnel cake (mm, you gotta get one of those later). Roy leans into your personal space to take a look as you unroll it.

Oh my. That is certainly a caricature. 

Roy almost immediately lets out a laugh. “Wo-ow! That would explain your face.”

The canvas blocks your vision so you can’t see Cloud’s face, but you can hear him exhale deeply. Rolling the portrait back up, you place it down on the table.

“I like the style! The art is very clean.” You’ve seen a lot of skill levels in the art found in your mansion, so it’s pretty easy to think outside of “bad” and “good”. Then of course, there’s your own art to consider… yeesh. “I think the artist really captured your character.”

“That’s what I thought,” Cloud responds with a nod, relaxing in the seat. Roy snorts beside you, and you refrain from elbowing him quiet in favour of shooting him a wry look.

“What, you think you could do better?”

Your challenge seems to actually take him off guard, and he fumbles to regain his confidence. “Uh… pfft. Of course. Anyone could do that.” He tries to laugh confidently, but there’s a clear nervous edge to it. Refusing to show him mercy, you play along by feigning amazement.

“Really? Wow, I’d love to see that. Maybe we should have an art show back at the mansion! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“O-Ooh, I mean… You really think people would be interested in that…?”

Cloud recognizes the game you are playing and chimes in with an immediate “I would”. You do a gesture as if to say “see??”, smiling bright and devious until his resolve finally breaks.

“F-Fine! I’ll do it! But don’t say I didn’t warn you, cuz I’m… really good!!” His voice shakes with anxiety at the end, and it takes all you have not to burst out laughing. This is good. This is so good. You’ll have to file this “art show” idea away for down the road, so you can spring it on him again unexpectedly. Although, torture and humiliation aside, you actually suddenly are curious if any of the Smashers are secretly artists. 

“Yes! I’m looking forward to it!” With a grin, you end the conversation by finally picking up your burger and taking a bite into it. Huh, it tastes… fruity. Bitter. Wait, that must be because there are Rawst Berries used in it. Guess you should have seen this coming. You don’t hate it, but the taste has definitely taken you off-guard and you’re not sure you like the mix of meat and berry. 

You must have been making a face because Cloud slides his funnel cake plate halfway across the table. “Here. I probably won’t finish it anyways.”

Forgetting about his previous worries, Roy smiles and reaches for the plate. “Ooh, don’t mind if I do--” To his dismay, Cloud hits his hand away.

“I didn’t offer it to you.”

Roy looks torn. You’d feel bad for him if it wasn’t so funny. Likewise, you usually try to politely decline gifts so as to not seem greedy, but you are enjoying having fun at Roy’s expense. “Thanks!” You put down the burger and reach for a piece of the doughy, sugary treat. Ripping it off, you pop it in your mouth and audibly hum in delight. Hehe, you’re a real devil!! If you wanted to be really mean, you could mention how sad it is that Roy can’t know how good this is, but you are not that cruel. Not right now, at least.

Between stealing chunks of funnel cake and continuing to try finishing the burger (nnnnnope, still tastes weird!), you let your mind wander to thoughts regarding the swordsman across from you. Back in the day, Cloud was a popular request to join the tournament despite existing extremely far away from the bubble of universes Master Hand typically picked from. When he was announced as a surprise participant in the final Super Smash Bros. 4 season tournament, fans exploded with excitement. You were honestly surprised to see him on the list for the Ultimate roster - you hear that Cloud Strife is a tough guy to work with and that’s why he doesn’t make many multiverse appearances despite his popularity. Not even the heads of the more local Playstation All-Stars tournament could get him. Master Hand must have really pulled some strings to get him to participate in Smash not once, but twice.

[...and that is unfortunately all I have. See you next month for chapter 12!]

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[dork-empress]

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[dememarquette]

Midnight Caller

Adria's day went as well as they usually do.

Training drills. Stake outs. Patrols. It was all very normal if you didn't know better.

But she did. She felt it; Heaven was perpetually on edge. The polarizing shadow war had made itself into the atmosphere and into routine- the specifics of which she only knew from 'mistakes' as a lowly pawn, and the details she gleaned inbetween. At this point, the increase of raids was normalized. It was ordinary to systematically sneak out demon operations, no matter how trivial the charges. Specialized drills were more frequent, too.

All of the added procedures were tying her guts into knots. The situation was becoming more and more wrong each passing day, but there was no trade-off. There hasn't been an update in months. The park was in limbo. They  were asking every other time she dropped by until eventually realizing she had nothing to give. And may never. Cheerful as they were, nobody liked the quiet. Suspense bothered her, for their sake, for hers. Playing the long game in subterfuge meant she lived life in paranoia, yet not one iota of it was concerned with Hell. She was as scared of a demon as her shadow, but Heaven. Heaven was something to be feared.

She didn't know what to consider her role in this. Double-crossing? Triple? She tried not to think on it. It'd only get her worked up, but when that inevitably failed, she realized no treasonous term felt right. She didn't hate Heaven. She wasn't actively working against it. It's just her allegiance didn't fall into carefully sectioned off labels and sectors- it fell into place by virtue. And reason.

But being screamed at all day that her reasoning was wrong and flawed bred self-doubt. Her mind never seemed to shut off, even after the mission reports were read, and the raids concluded.

She lounged on her couch. Muscles in her back and shoulders were rigid after a stressful day, but there was one thing that always seemed to help: Colin. On top of everything she supposed she should feel guilty about that too but she absolutely did not. It was a little piece of wrong that felt right.

COLIN: How was work, sweetie?

He wrote. He just got off shift at a private rodeo show where it was not the bulls being wrangled. Her phone, thankfully, does not receive pictures but needless to say, he was happy to unwind and see her too.

ADRIA: THE NORMal. sarah is really a piece of work.

COLIN: Awh, what happened?

What happened!

What happened was her squad-mate’s penchant for public humiliation. Adria had a thick skin, but if you're going correct her on fighting form, you'd better be able to back it the fuck up! She punched at the keys with her thumbs, detailing the tiff in atrocious texting, 150 characters at a time. She sent a chain of three messages, the order of which they sent in was left in the hands of God, when her screen blacked out.

A cheerful ringtone replaced it. That delightful sequence of Nokia chirps had been featured in three separate horror movies in the past two decades, and that auditory connotation was no less portentous now. Demetrius’ name flashed in eight-bit.

She answered on first ring. "Demetri?"

"Adria, thank G-man."  He heaved. "I need you."

Adria cupped her phone with both hands. "What's wrong?"

“What’s wrong?” He wheezed. "What isn't?"

His first fake emergency was a text. His second very real! emergency was also a text. This was a call, and already his desperation pierced through her shitty reception in four syllables. Demetri’s voice was an octave higher than she'd ever heard it and hysterical. She'd seen this man handle pressure (and if you ignored his thing with snakes), nothing short of imminent doom bothered him.

The contrast was horrifying.

She launched off her couch, storming her quarters. The bedroom door rebounded off the wall as she breached her closet. The more utilitarian parts of her uniform were ripped from its display. She yanked a set of greaves over her knees. Her hair was a tousled mess, an ondoyant spread across her shoulders, but she had a band around her wrist to crudely tie it back should this turn into a brawl. At the time he was calling? The night couldn't go any other way. She wasn't on shift but they held raids at all hours.

She saw it: demons dusted into ash. One coming to the other's call only for a massacre. The Powers were organized and lethal, and her vague and sporadic feedback was never going to cut it, either to sate Heaven, or save them. She was stupid for trying. Her superiors hired on someone else to intervene, to gather intel, and now she was on the phone with Demetrius-

"Demetri?!" She panicked, shoving her forearms through her bracers. "Talk to me. I can't help if I don't know what's going on. Is Niko okay? Archer?"

The line went quiet and her wings folded out in a forceful draft. Adria was a full second away from making the plunge from Heaven to Hell, when over the line there was a single sniff.

“Look on th-...the tv- MTV." He said. "Righ'now.”

Adria's head snapped up. There was no 48-inch mounted on the wall. She didn’t have a smartphone, how would she have a cable?

But context worked with what she gathered from her time on the computer and the demon himself. MTV was no news outlet nor has it had any respectable programming since the 1990's. Their ragtag group was a spectacle but nothing she imagined making a time slot between Teen Mom and MTV Cribs.

(That's a compliment.)

"Excuse me?"

"Channel- channel forty-eight. PleaaaAAse."

She stiffly straightened up. She was half armored- the bottom half ready for the war that would be her fall from On High, while the other awaiting on conformation for where this was going. "You're...going to have to describe it to me. Where are you?"

"Home."

"And you're not dying?"

"I don't knooooow." He whined. "Probaply."

She audibly heard the melodramatic flop.

On the other end, he slapped against the counter top. Sulking on his kitchen island, his rings tangled in his bangs. He stared in disdain at the source of his despair. It was a frame paused on his television set. Depicted was an unflattering still of a suburban mom. Her jumpsuit was as orange as her fake tan, and two streams of black poured down her face like she tried her wings at a newer, trendier 270 degree angle.

Adria had no way of knowing this, else she had reason to hang up then and there. "What does that mean?! Is ANYONE in danger? Is ANYONE dying?"

"Are you even looking?!" He said, frustrated.

"No. No I am not. What is it?"

"They're taking Samantha in!"

"What."

He flailed his hand at the set. In his mind, he was the image of every tragic hero in a cathartic Renaissance painting. "She's getting arrested!" He cried. "Fuckin' Ricky set her up, th-the child suppor' payments. 'n after she got Kaytee and G-ma Hoovie in the pyramid scheme no one will talk to her-"

"And why do I care about this woman’s shitty decisions?"

"She's not gonna make it into season six!!" He shrieked.

"Oh Jesus."

She remembered that. She remembered a lot more than she thought she would. They were characters from a colorful cast from their last hangout.

It wasn't her idea, obviously. She owed him for their first training session. Retribution for her violation of his trust, he called it. Somehow it was separate from the favor she already promised him but that's what he dismissed as semantics, preceding a change of subject. Nevermind how he tricked her into a strip club, she arrived dutifully at his apartment in the forth circle of Hell. That was two months ago.

That day he opened the door more casual than she’d see him before, which wasn't saying much. He was still swanky- buttoned down in something she'd seen in an all-too-dramatic cologne commercial, hue set off with a matching Rolex that told time with three faces. She, on the other hand, arrived in gym shorts. He said 'no armor' on the summons so when he opened up, he tensed like a wild animal. His hands even raised like she taught him ("Protect your head!"), and it was a good fifteen minutes of her standing on his blistering doorstep, convincing him she wasn't there to pulverize his face before she was allowed inside. He relaxed.

And eventually, so did she.

She crashed on his couch. Arms wound around herself so tight, she was ready to make fun of every vapid star that strutted onto the screen. Reality shows were stupid. A waste of time, clearly staged, and air-headed entertainment. All she was here to do was get through four hours of this garbage so he'll trust her for self defenses classes again.

However, Demetri took criticism like a champ. He pointed out that she had literally no reference point at all for television programming (true), and hit play.

At first she was entirely correct in her assumptions. These Real Housewives were overacting, over-dramatic, and overly ridiculous- but around the twenty minute mark, the first twist, it was apparent that was the charm. They were ridiculous. They were all impossibly absurd, and no matter how much she had the gist of their one-dimensional personalities, they'd surprise her with a curveball she never saw coming, dramatic irony Shakespearen in any other context. When she stopped commenting on how these stupid things would never happen in real life, it clicked.

"So...why is this lady breaking into her cousin's flat?"  She picked at finger foods he set up on the table, small pastries he credited to Donnabelle. She needed something to do with her hands while she pretended to not be interested in the television she was very interested in.

"Hm?"

"I mean,” She shrugged, too jerky to be casual. “If they just made up. Why would she break in?" He quirked a brow.

Truth was he’d been a nervous wreck the whole time too- he just wasn't as transparent. Never had he cared more about anyone else’s usually-contrarian opinion more.  Covertly he watched her more than the re-run. It didn’t make sense, but when her question rang sincere he grinned. The arc maxed between his ears before it pulled back into something more restrained. "Ah, well. That's why she set up the brunch. Her cousin has incriminating photos on a flash drive."

"But we know this because it's been broadcasted to all of America."

"No actually," He sat up, invested. She noticed afterward that she leaned to follow. "We know they exist but we don't know what's on them. My guess is it's something to do with last year's bachelorette party since that got the fire department called, but the forum thinks it's..."

And that's how she started caring too much about some random group of nutjobs in the city.

She still believed it was staged bullshit, but it was fun staged bullshit. She watched nearly three hours of dramatic close-ups, cryfests, and varying degrees of misdemeanors until the night was called. Time flew before she knew it, and their goodbye was a lot less awkward than their hello.

She wasn't expecting to revisit any of that in the near future.

She stared at the keys of her phone as she snapped back to reality. Demetrius was slurring through a monologue calling for Samantha's salvation (eloquently coined "FreeSam2k-2k-shit-2k19?") when it registered: Samantha Drama was a lot more preferable than the alternative.

"-'ish not like the scheme was her fault, y'know. She's a business woman at heart."

"...She sure is."

"'scatcly!” He said, overly relieved. “You get it!"

She sighed, head in her hand. The restless energy she amassed depleted into pure appreciation of the overreaction. Her overreaction- and if he was oblivious to the whiplash she suffered, it was missed entirely. It was gone. Replacing it was the sound of her barely holding back laughter. She rubbed her eyes. God, what was he doing? "Demetri, are you drunk? Did Archer give you the pilfered party booze?"

"Aria-Adria, please. Less focus fer two secons."

"Okay, okay.”  She pulled the tie from her hair. “So. Samantha."

“Samantha, yes.”

She indulged, smiling. "Is this the one who uh....cheats at dog pageants?"

“NO that's Kristie!" He corrected, distressed.

“Oh- sorry. The lady that held the intervention at the baby shower?”

“Yes,” he sobbed.

“I’m...sorry??”

“She was just tryna- tryna show her kid that she- aw fuck.” Glass clinked. "Oh no."

"What?"

"I spilled it. Fuck."

The phone rustled loudly. She listened, with her head tilted into her phone. Demetrius was struggling, but she was too. She bit the corner of her lip so her laughing wouldn't carry over the line.

"Back." He rasped, returning like he lost the war.

"You okay over there?"

"No. I need- I need to bail her out." He said. He’d run out of options, his voice teetered on a whimper. "I jus' gotta."

She walked back to her living room. Hasty strides before were now a languid stroll, as the armored plates fell off her knees in a clatter. She threw her bracers into her pillow as she hit the sofa beside them. The threat was neutralized. "No,” she said. “You should not bail her out."

"I have to. She's all alone in there- y'know I'm good'for it, Adria. Issat short for Adriana by the way."

"No it is not, but I'm VERY sure she's fine."

"What do I do?!"

"You're still home right?" She barely got the question out with a straight face.  "Like you're not out, and definitely not in the Alpine area?"

"Wha' you tryna say? 'at I'm not r’sponsiple?"

"That you're drunk off your ass."

"Does that make any of it- any of it less real?" The volume softened as he scolded his phone. An old selfie that he used as her contact photo served as her avatar and the source of his betrayal. "I'm SO hurt. My feelings are real, Adria."

"Oh yeah?"  Her head canted. She was staring at a blank wall, but imagery from the other end of the line was so clear. She could see his face too. That lopsided grin. Bent brows when he feigned offense, even if his eyes were still smiling while he clutched his heart for the effect. So distinctively him. "I thought you were too cool for feelings."

"Welp. S'where you're wrong~"

"Am I? You're quick to make fun of other people's."

"Is 'is about yoouurs? Hmmmmm?"

She debated her answer as clinking and swearing reared up a second time. She heard him bat the glass around, coordination beyond her expert salvage, before he returned, forgoing the cup altogether. Whatever. He still had the bottle. "Maybe."

"Maybe what?"

"It seems at times you care more about Samantha’s. Like right now."

"Whaaaaa-!! Yer only sayin’ that cuz you like teasin’ her. Jus’like I like teasin’ you."

Her fingers combed through the waves rolling over her shoulders, as she smiled. “I got that much."

"I'd bail you outta jail too, y'know."

"You are not bailing Samantha out of jail."

"'n if I don't," He continued, galvanized into another tangent. "If I DON'T tease you! Then what we doin', hmm?"

She quirked a brow. She was going to love this. "What does that mean?"

"Whatdoyamean what’do I mean. I dunno how else t'talk to you!!" He said, phone brushing with static when he shrugged. "Yer somethin else. It's scary."

Or not.

The word punctured her bubble of amusement. Scary? She knew she could be intimidating. And sure, she beat him up more than once. And sure he was a baby about it, but before Adria’s heart had the chance to sink-

"I trust you so much," He continued, shrilly and mystified. "Isn't that crazy?"

Her heart caught. "W-what?"

"Riiiight? But it happens.” He shrugged. “It happens when, when people got this intense light. A light y'just wanna be a part of. D'you know how rare that is?"

"I don't-"

"You know!! Of course you know." He asserted, finding it inconceivable that she didn't understand. "Some people jus' got it. It draws you in. People like me don' got it- we don' got it- so its blindin' when we do see it. You got it, girl. You got it baaad," He sang. "I mean FUCK- yer "spyin'" on us and we take you everywhere we go! An’ an’ all I wanna do right now is invite you over. Have you here. Again."

Adria blanked.

Staring wide-eyed, she had no idea what to say.

“O-oh.”

Her wings slid down the sofa in a soft shh. Unsure she heard him right, praise was just something she couldn't wrap her head around. Even as the conversation devolved into an ad-libbed ‘Come on Over, Baby' Christina Aguilera parody (’Spy on Over, Baby’ - execution as good as one would imagine), no one thought that way about her. No one talked about her like that. No one ever had- no matter how much, how long, and how hard she tried to do the right thing. She was a series of failures, stemming all the way back from her first charge.

But Demetrius was more than happy to tell/sing to her otherwise. Her feedback wasn't necessary. In fact, she couldn't get a word in. He rambled hard and assiduous about that signature compassion he couldn't compute. About their classes against heavenly forces. About the way the right thing always just seemed to spring into her mind, without cause or consideration. His opinions had receipts- which was something Heaven never bothered to audit.

Thoughts of doubt were smothered before they had the chance to manifest. They tried. Unable to defend against his points, they wanted to dismiss the call as inebriated prattle, but she wouldn't. She refused- it felt nice. They were compliments with no ulterior motive. No seeds of manipulation she could detect, and he didn’t want anything from her this time.

She could have comfort this once, just this once, before jumping back into scrutiny tomorrow.

That in mind, when a lull settled in the conversation, she took it. She pulled her knees into her chest, and closed her eyes.

“Thank you...Thanks, Deme. That means a lot.”

But where she expected a stiff refute of anything tottering the edge of the sentimental (she tensed for it), or another bout of prattle, she heard a thump over the line.

A cold pause followed. She twitched from her pleasant smile. It stretched. Seconds feeling like minutes, the quiet was just short enough to spurn concern, but not enough to ask, when he broke it. He sucked in air through his teeth. Devoid of his former drunken rapture, the tacit draw unnerved her. “No problem.” He said.

Her world dimmed. Her confidence had barely got its bearings before being dashed. The beat of awkwardness was back. That void that pulled the light from their talks, how she could be enjoying herself before the tone flips on a dime and she regrets reaching out at all-

“...Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah...” He dragged his face. “No.” He sighed. “No I’m fuckin’ not.”

Just like the party. That’s what it took. She hit that mysterious trigger again. The precise sentiment she needed to wipe the audible grin off his face. It was her. It had to be her. She misread the entire situation. His admiration had been clear as day, but now it muddled.

“I’m sorry.” She hovered above a whisper, apologizing without knowing why.

“Don’t be. It was all me.”

“What was you…?”

“You. Me. This.”

It solidified the weight in her chest. All those positive thoughts had just blossomed. To tamp them down so soon as a regret... Demetri wasn’t a guy about that scene. She knew that, and yet-

That’s where her mistake was.

She’d been telling herself the same thing since the fair- she was delusional. She didn’t need it echoed.

“It’s fine.” She cut him off. “You should rest- night Demetri. I’ll, I’ll check in when I can-”

“I let you go.”

She stiffened.

“I saw that light and jus’....poof. Gave it away- like a joke.” He said, abruptly sober. “Who’m I kidding? It was a joke. On myself!! Were cowboy strippers worth it? I mean...t’see THAT ‘n let it slip. Who am I?” He brazenly interrogated his open apartment. His theater set-up was a whole five feet away, and it was a crime scene as far as he was concerned. He truly had fun with her that night. At the fair. Shopping. But it was Colin she was going home to, and that was entirely by his own hand. “Thas’not me.” He said. “Thas’never been me- I’m in hell fer wanting everything. Why would I learn now?”

Archer pushed him to make a move. He dismissed him. He was so damn sure he’d figure out his own way. Demetrius was convinced that honesty and upfront communication were tacky, and not because he was entirely inept at sincerity. But what he was realizing tonight was that window shut.   He’d earned one of her darkest secrets only to be iced-out of what was troubling her at the party. She stared at her phone the whole drive home. His moment passed. Now he was paying for it, but without the inhibition to suffer in silence.

“I made a mistake.” He said, with finality. “I want you. That’s what’s wrong.” “You...want me.” "Mmph. Fuckin’...cowboy strippers aren’t even that funny.” His muttering trailed off, disintegrating into incoherent rambling and something that sounded suspiciously like ‘Colin is a douche.’

Her mouth closed. She had nothing to say.

Whiplash was back, but this time there was no recovering. She had no words. No response. Nothing to fill the quiet, but he did not have much intention of doing so either. The clinking, clanking, and sentence fragments stopped. They both settled into quiet- an awkward, but powerful one.

It dragged for minute. Then five. She was reluctant leave it, to be the one to break it, but her head was buzzing and so was her phone. Missed texts were adding up. There must’ve been seven now. Someone else was impatient for her attention. And while Colin could wait...

"Demetri?"

"Hmmmm?" He hummed, sleepily but somber.

"Did you...did you mean-? Were you implying-" She cringed. She regretted the question before she asked. Maybe it was best not to pry. Just enjoy it. It’s how things had been going so far.

Besides.

What would happen if he did answer now?

She hugged her knees. Her heart had taken enough collateral damage. It was time to give it a break. Tonight changed things. She’d have to see what that meant. "Nevermind. Uh, thanks. I mean.Thanks again. I guess. Don’t go bailing anyone out of prison."

"Aye-aye," he mumbled.

On the other end, he slumped. Wine smeared around his table, he half-heartedly sopped it up with a rag before giving up. The marble was feeling awfully comfortable. His head propped against his shoulder, and it slid into lean.

She kept the phone affixed to her ear, eyes closing. The night opened with her walking the demon through the five stages of grief for a reality star. In a bizarre way, in a way neither could have expected, he provided a comparative comfort. These thoughts she’d been having- these errant ideas, these cues- were justified.

"Deme?" She finally asked.

But there was no response. He was out like a light, drooling on the marble.

She listened to a few breaths before bidding a quiet 'good night' and hanging up. Exhausted now, but in the best way, she posed to snap her phone shut.

Just before she did, the screen returned to Colin.

Her cursor flashed where she left it. It tailed the end of a long, angry message her heart was no longer in. Unwilling to tarnish her revelation, or feed the new, fresher guilt winding in her stomach, she hit the back key. One letter blinked out of existence at a time, then words, then entire lines.

ADRIA: actually dont worry about it. goodnight. COLIN: ok! Good night :D

#towns verse #towns #after the events at colin's birthday party #story #adria #unrelated but this is the 1st piece of my writing that word counter deems 11th-12th grade level so guess who feels like a winner 2NITE #colin

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

Can you pleaaaaase update 13 Clans? Also what's going on with Raven and Anya in it? They're just side texting and stuff? Have Lincoln and Octavia hu yet? Are you going to dive deeper into their relationship?

Ahhhhhh I know. I need to carve out some more time for these little stories of mine 🙈. I think we can all assume what’s going on with Raven and Anya, though... the two are always there when the group is together back home and I suppose while everyone’s busy coming up to one another, the two have been accustomed to chatting each other up? And Lincoln and Octavia have definitely been getting their flirt on FO SHO. I feel like at this point they’ve definitely hooked up (that’s what “hu” means right? Lol) but I’m not sure how far down the Linctavia rabbit hole I’m going to go down with this story. Who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

#anon #send me the asks #13 clans #clexa au

[green-eyed-weirdo]

Bechloe week day 5 - Road Trip!

Another entry for Bechloe week. Did I actually only start writing them 5 days ago? This is crazy! As always, thanks to @aca-awesomenerd for going on this ‘trip’ with me 😉 Enjoy! @bechloe-week

Chloe has always had a hard time letting go. Most recent evidence of that being, her failing Russian Lit three times to be able to stay with her Bella’s. Unfortunately now it was time. All the girls were graduating, so Chloe had decided to graduate too. Right after graduation, they’d flown to Copenhagen and with the help of an arsenal of former Bella’s, won the World Championship of Acapella.

Being back at the house, Chloe felt the weight of the nearing end heavy on her chest. She didn’t want this to end. She wasn’t ready to move on just yet. Luckily, Jessica felt the same way. After a night of drinking wine, laughing and crying about it, they came up with the best way to extend the time with their self-chosen family. They should all go on a road trip! One last trip with the  Bella’s bus and their beloved sisters. They brought up the idea at dinner the next night. Thankfully, everyone was super excited about it. All but one certain brunette DJ...

Beca loved the Bellas. She freakin’ loved those awesome nerds. But spending many hours in a bus with them on a road trip, was definitely not her idea of a last hooray. She could appreciate the thought of course. She knew that Chloe was having a hard time with the moving on thing. But still, a road trip with 9 other girls? Really? Haven’t they done that enough for competitions?

“No, I’m not coming. You guys have fun and keep me updated.” Beca told her girlfriend, for the fourth time that week. She had tried many excuses, but of course the redhead saw right through all of them.

“Come onnn, Becs! Please! It won’t be a Bellas road trip without all of us there.” Chloe said with a small frown.

“No, Chlo I’m serious. I really don’t want to go. Going anywhere with these weirdo’s is always chaos.”

“Becs, pleaaaaase. I’m not going if you’re not going. But I reaaaally wanna gooooo” Chloe gives her girlfriend her very best puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh. Fine!! Dammit Chloeeee!” Beca whined, but gave Chloe a small smile.

“Yay! I’m so excited!” Chloe squealed. Yes, she’d done it! She knew Beca couldn’t resist her puppy eyes.

One week later

The day of the Bellas road trip was finally here! The girls had spent many nights thinking of the perfect place to go, and they eventually settled on Florida. Jessica’s parents have a beach house near Tampa and they were going to stay there for about 10 days. Everyone was getting onto the bus as Chloe mentally checked off all of the Bellas. Stacie ✔️ Lilly ✔️ CR, Jessica, Ashley ✔️ Flo and Emily ✔️ Amy ✔️ and wait… Dammit!

“Have you guys seen Beca?” Chloe asks. She hears a chorus of ‘no’s’ and let’s out a huff. Why was she even surprised? It wouldn’t be a Bella’s trip if Beca wasn’t late.

Chloe jogs back to the house to find the brunette fast asleep on the living room couch. Of course.

Chloe approaches her girlfriend and lightly shakes to wake her up. Nothing. She shakes her a little harder. “Becs,” Chloe calls out. “Beca,” she says a little louder. “Baby, it’s time to go.” Still nothing. On to plan B.

Chloe quickly goes to the fridge and finds an extra bag of ice from the party they had a few weeks ago. She grabs the bag and returns to the living room. Once at Beca’s side she attempts one more time to wake her up with a shake, but still doesn’t get a response. Chloe’s left with no choice but grab the bag of ice and put it against Beca’s back. The DJ wakes up with a jolt and a lets out small screech.

“What the F-!”

“Come on Becs.” Chloe guts her off. “Everyone is waiting for us. Let’s go!” Chloe gets up to leave, but soon realizes that Beca isn’t following her. She turns around to find Beca standing with her arms crossed, looking at her grumpily.  

“Really Chloe? You want me to be nice company on this trip? This is not the way to achieve that.” She says with a pout.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you later,” Chloe says with a wink.

Once everyone was finally on the bus they were off on their Bella’s road trip. It wasn’t until about an hour into the long ride ahead that Stacie noticed that Beca’s usual seat on the bus was empty. She started looking for the short brunette and found her asleep, her head on Chloe’s shoulder. Beca never sat with anyone on the bus, she liked having her space. So finding her snuggled up to their other captain was a big surprise. Stacie quickly signals the other Bella’s around her and pointed towards the front of the vehicule.

“O-M-ACA-GEE!!” Emily squealed. “They are so cute!”

Amy looks in the rear view mirror and whisper shouts “BHLOEEEE!!”.

The rest of the girls just smile at each other, staying quiet to not disturb their captain’s moment.

Meanwhile, Chloe was stroking Beca’s hand as she watched her girlfriend sleep peacefully on her shoulder. She suddenly heard squealing coming from the back of the bus. She then heard someone mention ‘Bhloe’ and smiled to herself. She had gotten together with Beca after the retreat. The comment Chloe made about experimenting had really gotten into the DJ’s head. Beca had already broken up with Jesse a while before. Jesse had graduated early and gone to L.A. Beca was certain they would not be able to maintain a long distance relationship, so she’d decided to end things now.

After Chloe’s confession in the tent, Beca mustered up the courage to tell her best friend she was in love with her. They’d been together ever since.

The two co-captains decided to keep their relationship status to themselves, so the rest of the Bellas would stay concentrated on graduation and winning Worlds. But that was all over and done with now, so they would no longer sneak around and wouldn’t mind if the girls found out. They would’ve already known if they’d payed closer attention anyway, but that’s another story.

After a few hours of driving, the Bellas took their first pit stop to get refreshed and fill the gas tank. Chloe told Amy that she would fill the tank. She didn’t want to repeat what happened four years earlier.

There was a small, nice looking diner and the girls decided that it was a good opportunity to get something to eat. Beca had to go to the restroom and Chloe told her that she would order for her. She knew exactly what her girlfriend would want.

When Beca came back into the diner, all she saw was chaos. Amy was standing at a table, apparently in the middle of a story, talking way to loud. Stacie had went off to flirt with a group of guys at the other end of the diner and who knew where Lily disappeared to. Jessica and Ashley were sitting next to each other, bickering about the fact that Ashley had gotten the wrong flavor milkshake for Jessica.

Beca looked around the diner as she let out a frustrated sigh. This is exactly why she didn’t want to come along in the first place. She could maybe go out like this as a group occasionally, but having to endure it on a ten hour road trip. Heck no!

When Chloe sees Beca coming back to the table she smiles. That’s until she notices the annoyed look on her girlfriend’s face.

“What’s wrong?” The redhead asks.

“Are you serious!? Can’t you see that we are disturbing the peace in this small diner!” Chloe looks around to find some of the Bellas had left the table and others were talking a bit too loudly.

“This is exactly what I was trying to avoid! We can’t go anywhere without causing some kind of chaos!’ Beca continued in a frustrated tone.

“Hey!” Chloe stopped Beca from going on, “It’s okay. We’ll fix this.” Beca gave her a look of disbelief. “I promise.” Chloe reassured giving the brunette’s hands a squeeze.

Chloe let go of her girlfriends hands and began reassembling the Bellas.

“Jessica. Ashley. Stop fighting over a milkshake and just get a new one. Amy you may want to tone it down a little. Flo go find Lily, please and I’ll go get Stacie.” Chloe was now in full captain mode. After giving out a few more orders, she stood up and walked straight towards Stacie who was sitting at a table at the opposite side of the diner.

“Stacie!” Chloe called out. “Keep it in your pants and let’s go. We have to get back on the road soon.”

Stacie lets out a dramatic sigh. When she stands up from the table, she slips one of the guys a note, presumably with her phone number. “Bye boys.” She calls out over her shoulder as she walks towards Chloe. Chloe rolls her eyes and grabs Stacie’s arm to drag her along back to their table.

Once she came back with Stacie, she saw Flo come back with Lily. They seemed to be coming from the kitchen, but Chloe wasn’t really surprised.

The rest of the evening went by as smoothly as possible. Beca was still a bit irritated, but Chloe tried her best to calm her down. Once they all finished eating and paid their portions, the girls walked out to the bus.

“Uhh… Uhmmm…”

“Ames? What’s wrong?” CR asked.

“It’s pretty cool actually…”

“The keys! They are still in the bus!” Flo shouted.

“Of course! Things couldn’t get any better than this!” Beca said sarcastically right before she stormed off.

“I’ll go after her. Amy! This better be solved by the time I get back!” Chloe said before she ran off after her girlfriend.

The redhead searched around the parking lot and finally found the brunette behind the diner.

“Hey.” Chloe said softly.

“I’m gonna call a cab. You guys enjoy the rest of the trip, I’m going home.”

“Come on Becs. The trip just started, I’m sure it’ll get better.” Chloe pleaded.

“Exactly! The trip just started! If this could happen in the first few hours, could you imagine how much worse it could get?!” Beca’s practically yelling at this point.

Meanwhile, the Bellas had lucked out. One of the men Stacie had been flirting with happened to be a mechanic. With a little convincing, Stacie got him to help out and they quickly retrieved the keys from the bus. Now all they had to do was find their captains.

“Becs, I know you are at a breaking point here. The last few weeks have been really stressful for all of us, but especially for you, with the internship on top of everything else. Babe, I really think once we get to the beach house, it’s gonna be aca-awesome.”

“Oh god…” Beca always finds the aca-phrases so cheesy. She gives Chloe a small smile. “I don’t know babe…”

“Please Becs, stay… for me? Besides, If I recall correctly, I have some making up to do tonight… You wouldn’t want to miss out on that, would you?” Chloe says with a flirtatious wink.

Beca let’s out an exaggerated sigh “Okaaaay… only for you though!” Beca leans in and the two girls share a soft kiss.

The Bellas had locked up the bus with the keys this time, thanked the guys for their help and started to walk towards the back of the diner, where they’d seen Chloe disappear to. As they turned the corner, Stacie, Amy and CR, who were walking at the front of the group, immediately stopped in their tracks so the rest of the girls bumped into them. There, by the back door of the diner, they saw their two captains having a private moment.

“Are they…?” Emily started.

“Yup!” Stacie said with a smile on her face.

“Pay up, bitches!” CR says to no one in particular, but she is sporting a very smug look.

“BHLOE IS REAL!!!” Amy actually shouts it this time.

This pulls Beca and Chloe out of their moment and they look towards the Bella’s who are all smiling at them. “Yeah Ames” Beca says, “Bhloe is real.” She gives Chloe another quick kiss as they start walking towards the girls.

“Let’s get back on the road, you awesome nerds!”

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[3one3]

Okay Sunday update tyme. 

There may or may not have been a mini war over making my coffee this morning. I'm not really sure. All I know is the one I got was made by the Babysitter and not very good. 

Then there was a baby. This nice couple that comes in often arrived with their maybe 16 mo son, who the Babysitter always holds and stuff. He lets him play with the touch-screen. Some people just really love babies. They see a baby and they get heart eyes and are like oo a baby how ~cute~ lemme go see it! I’m not one of them. I’m mostly afraid of and/or grossed out by babies. The Pacifier definitely got the baby gene. He was DELIGHTED by the baby. Instant, yuge smile. He went over to see him, and tickled his tummy and stuff, and I was like wow, he’s more interested in touching a baby than me, that hurts. Way to cut me deep. It was still really cute to see him be delighted by the baby tho. I def got THAT gene. The “guys being cute with kids directly affects ovaries” gene. 

Then the piña colada party started. They're not on the menu. I guess someone bought a big bottle of Cooco Real, the coconut cream stuff that makes piña coladas delicious at 900 calories per sip, but not really because it’s not as good as the thick stuff that comes in a can. They also don't have anything else blended on the menu but they do have a blender. Out comes this blender. The Pacifier and the Brother are practically giddy about this, and are verifying with the Babysitter what to put in it. He takes over anyway. Pacifier suggests using Malibu coconut rum and Babysitter is like no you use the regular clear rum rawr. They're actually both wrong. You should use a good quality white rum, yeah, but you should also use a really good dark rum. But that's if you have good quality coconut cream, which they didn't. It should have coconut milk too, and some lime, but I didn’t want to lecture the bartenders on how to bartend, ya know? Just cause I’ve been a piña colada enthusiast since age 6 doesn’t mean I’m an authority.  

Babysitter makes the first batch and tries to pour some in this little coupe glass which is all wrong for that. How do you put a full size straw in a coupe glass? You don't. Anyway. It also won't pour. It's too solid. Like sorbet. I was like "it's supposed to be a liquid, not a dessert". Pacifier chuckles at this and I'm like oooo score. Pacifier goes and gets a cherry for it and everything and they taste some and give it to me to taste, and they both said it's not sweet enough, and I said IT NEEDS MALIBU, and the Pacifier is like IT NEEDS MALIBU, and it becomes clear at this point that the Babysitter has never had Malibu and doesn't know its awesomeness. Side note: my favorite whatever drink is Malibu and pineapple juice. I didn't even know they had Malibu at this bar until last week because no one uses it for anything but the Pacifier and I happened to see him grab it from below the bar and pour some. I always wondered why there is none on the shelf with everything else. Anyway. Moving on. 

A second batch is made, with Malibu, and offered around to everyone to try. It's much better. Babysitter still can't pour it tho and Pacifier and I are watching him try and I look at him and shake my head and he starts cracking up and I melt inside. Making someone you want to be friends with laugh with you like a normal reason rather than awkwardly laugh for no apparent reason every time you talk to him is just the best. They decide it can go on the menu for the day. I told the Babysitter not to serve it in that stupid glass but he insisted. He said hey could use the cocktail straws. I was like wtf how can you sip an already too thick piña colada through a fucking cocktail straw??? And he just laughed. Another guy decided the solution was to just cut the regular straws in half 🤷🏼‍♀️

I still had the whole first example to drink myself, plus some of the new and improved one. I really don't drink anymore, so that was enough to count as liquid courage I guess. It brightened by whole day. I was in a good mood. I decided it was to be a day of progress on the communication front. But then naturally the place got crazy busy and the Pacifier was running around at Mach V doing his job. I seriously can’t bring myself to bother him when he’s busy.

I waited until things calmed down considerably and did my standard I'm-about-to-be-annoying-but-at-least-I'm-sweet-about-it way of saying his name (this has gotten males of all age and association to do things for me forever) as he was walking behind me, and he leaned in beside me and said "yes? ma'am" and I wanted to end myself right then and there. You can't ask a girl to hang out one weekend and then call her ma'am the next. It's bloody criminal. I decided it wasn't serious tho. He called the Babysitter sir earlier. I call my officemate ma'am all the time, non-seriously, like when she brings my trash can in from the hallway and I say thank you, ma’am. But anyway it ruined the whole plan it took me an hour to decide on. I was going to summon him and then be like "you know what I want *wink wink*" bc obvi I wanted a coffee and he would know that. Ma'am threw me off tho. And then he didn't give me a chance to ask a question anyway. He asked me if I wanted another one and I was like yesssss pleaaaaase. It was delicious and I was thankful. I wanted to tell him that he’s my favorite person on the planet on saturdays and sundays and that when I work those mornings the only reason I get out of bed is that I know I get to have that cappuccino after. He’s too quick. Or I’m too slow. Or something.

Now here's where shit gets cray. One of my clients and I have been looking at this horse for a while. We checked him out years ago when he had a different owner, and liked him but not for the price. Now his current owners put him up for private auction over the weekend and we were like, well if we can get him for X then it’s a no brainer and if we can get him for Y it would probably be worth it, but no more, and I did the homework on the other people I knew might be interested  and so I thought it was possible that we could get him for that. But we weren't fully sold on him. I usually feel strongly one way or another on whether to get a horse, particularly at a certain price point. I was like, we could do this, and it would be great, or we could not do it, and I probably won't  kick myself over it tomorrow. 

With 90 mins left on the sale clock, and an "it's up to you" order from the client, which I had been waiting for for most of the day, I decide that the best way to decide is to let the Pacifier choose 😂 I had a good reason though! The horse's name is one letter off being Cappuccino! It's a sign! I'll show him the video of the horse on my phone and ask him what I should do. It’s genius. I summon the Pacifier, who had to be wondering just how much cappuccino I can drink in one day, since that's all I ever summon him for. I immediately panic that the friend I was texting literally *about him* and practically nothing else and who hadn't answered me in over an hour would decide that was the right time to reply, and that she'd say something totally incriminating exactly as he was looking at my phone. It was too late to tell her to shh tho bc he was already incoming, and I couldn't do airplane mode bc I needed wifi to show him the Video. It went like this. 

"Are you superstitious?" (I'm thinking, what if he doesn't know what that means?)

~message from friend about how the babysitter is definitely cockblocking drops down from top of screen along with two others BECAUSE OF FUCKING COURSE and I desperately will her to stfu~

"No. " 

"Well I'm very superstitious and I need your help. There's this horse. See the video of  the nice horse?" I held the phone so he could barely see it, just in case. "I have an hour and a half to decide if I should get it for a client and I don't know what to do. I'm fine either way. I’m totally 50/50 on it. I could flip a coin. But the horse's name is Cappuccino (it would have been too hard to explain the one letter difference and I talk really fast when I'm nervous and it gets hard for people to understand and meh whatever) and you're my cappuccino guy so I need you to tell me what to do."

"Then you should go for it!" He says, laughing. It was sort of like a comfortable laugh too, not the awkward one. 

"You think so?"

"Yeah! Go for it!" At this point I'm just loving the carefree gung ho attitude here. 

I told him okay I'm gonna do it, and I warned him that I'm blaming him if the horse ends up being terrible. He was just smiley and laughing and stuff. 

And that's how i bought a $400,000 horse on the cappuccino guy's say so. Did I mention I forgot to mention to him how much the horse costs? 🙊 He might be one of those people who thinks even competition horses are peanuts. He probably has no idea. He might not have even understood what I was saying. He could have thought I was talking about betting on the horse or something. I have no idea. He was just all for it. 

I get really high when I do big deals. Like so pumped. I called the client and said to do it. And I was like shaking and grinning and stupid. Hopefully it was the horse and not just the interaction 🤦🏼‍♀️

I left a little while after that. On the way out when he was saying bye to me I reminded him that he's in big trouble if the horse is crap, and he was all smiles. 

I find out for sure tomorrow morning if our bid was definitely accepted, but I saw no others come in after so it prob was. Lawd help me if this doesn't work out well 🙈🙈🙈

Then I went running and got sunburn bc it was earlier than I wanted to go but I was too hyped to sit still, then I saw one of the guys from the restaurant on the way to where I run, and he was on a bike share bike outside mcdonalds in work clothes but not the ones he was in earlier and I was like wtf and also please don't notice me in my terrible running outfit. 

Then I got some really upsetting texts from bf about all this 😕

Then I had some food and prepped some stuff for my lunches and then I worked out bc the high hadn't gone away yet and ya gotta use it while it's there. Haven't managed to figure out how to use it to fix the bf thing tho. 

But, consider yourself updated. 

[pignoblade]

PREN IF U DO PLAY THE GAME PLEAAAAAASE RECORD URSELF DOING IT THERES NO PLAYTHRUS OF ANY OF THE NEW UPDATES OUT THERE PLEAAAAASE ILL B IN UR DEBT FOREVER I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING U. PLEABSE. ILL DO ANYTHING

!!GUAGFAUJ gOd i wiSH but im to self conscious to recorddddd .maybe when i actually understand the game i might!! and if i do ill probably bring my brother bc hes my support person ghhsdjkg. maybe one day tiny just for you,, 😔

#i would 90% record with no mic but even then im still self conscious aguahsf #if you want maybe you can tell me something you wanna see and ill try to record that for you!! #hfytus #ask #aewvs thoughts #sorry again :'( djgftugkf

[feckyeswriting]

Anon Review - Received 24 Oct 2017

Story: Prove It Chapter: 20. Chapter 20 From: tris coulter (Guest) ------------------- tris coulter:sarah please please pleassssssssssssse update soon i've suggested a few points under a different name but anyways this fanfic is the best one i've come across if you don't count the fanfic dirty little secret

Anooooon please please pleaaaaase be patient with me. I’m a busy beaver working in a couple other fandoms right now on top of, you know, being a functional adult on good days. The next chapter will come when it comes. My priorities are in the event that I’m participating in as well as updating other fics that I’ve let sit for too long. It’s often cyclical - if I spend all my time working on Prove It, things like A Permanent Misunderstanding fall even more behind. And I’m not always motivated to work within a certain fandom! The only reason why I’m putting out drabbles in Tales from the Pit is because I’m reuploading things I wrote many months ago. 

So please, bear with me! I promise that when I do get to update, it’ll be just as good as the other chapters!

(Also, a spot of advice: don’t tell someone their fic is good, but not as good as someone else’s. It’s unnecessary and a bit of a put-down)

#Anon Review #Prove It #Sarah Replies #Seriously dont tell me that id have top fic in your head if XYZ fic didnt already occupy that spot #unless that other fic is ALSO by me #Dont do that to writers