#I wanna go to the adelaide show again one day

[lumimis]

I wanna go on a ferris wheel I LOVE FERRIS WHEELS!!!!!! but unfortunately the big one is in the city and my little town has a teeny one :(

#I wanna go to the adelaide show again one day #but apparently they raised the ticket prices #so no fuckikf way in hell #there's this giant high up swing ride that seems cool (<- would cry) #ABYWAY SORRY!!! I GET EXCITED #we've been going EVERY YEAR since I was little little :D

[raytorosaurus]

Hi Nic!!! I will be going to the first Melbourne show in March! I’m from Adelaide, so I’ve never really been to a show bigger than a family member’s gig. I was just wondering what’s the appropriate etiquette when it comes to camping out at that particular venue. Etc. It’d be a big help!

hiiiii, so sorry this ask is like a month old i hope you see this!! i've never been to the rod laver arena so if anyone else has actual experience or knowledge i'd also love to hear it!! i haven't got tickets to the melbourne shows myself yet but i'm definitely going to go if i manage to get my hands on half-decent ones soon.

fwiw this is what the venue website says about camping. i honestly don't think it's really necessary to camp overnight for the aussie dates - i doubt the fanbase here is large or committed enough to make it worth it. if you do anyway, just be prepared to keep an eye out for security and make sure you're in a large enough group that it's safe.

in terms of queuing on the day, i think it's important to have either accommodation or a car nearby (within short walking distance). other people in the queue should be totally happy with people coming and going for short amounts of time for food, water, bathroom breaks etc but anything longer and you could risk causing drama (basically: don't be the dickhead who disappears for hours and expects other people to hold their spot but also don't be the dickhead who kicks up a fuss about other people coming and going. remember you're all there to have a fun experience together. queue bitchiness is the most surefire way to ruin your enjoyment of the show).

the nearby accommodation/car is so you have somewhere to stash your stuff and/or get changed before doors - you also don't wanna be the dickhead who doesn't clean up after themselves. bring food and/or snacks, plenty of water, plenty of sunscreen, an umbrella or something similar to provide shade, portable charger/s for your phone, and optional extras for comfort, e.g. blankets or folding chairs to sit on, handheld fans or water spritzer bottles if it's hot etc. let people around you know when you're coming and going, and try to get back quickly. discuss this with the people around you, but about an hour or so before doors let people know where you're going, then gather your stuff and leave everything non-essential in your car or hotel room. for the show itself aim to only take what you can fit in your pocket or a small secure bag, preferably something like a bumbag that can go under your clothes. this will make security faster and also save you the annoyance of worrying about your shit in the concert, or having it bumping around uncomfortably.

but mainly - chat to the people in the queue around you! share your snacks! share recommendations for the best places to get food and/or use the bathroom! save people's spots when they need to go and get something! be as respectful to security and venue staff as you would be to any other customer service worker! you're all there for the same reason and it's a great way to make friends. above all, don't consider the people around you your "competition" in getting as close to the stage as possible - again, this is the best way to ruin your own experience. if the vibe in the queue is really bad then queuing is no longer worth it. the show itself should always be more important than your personal physical proximity to the stage, so don't hinge your enjoyment of the show on getting barricade - there's no surefire way to guarantee you will and it's just not worth it imo.

i hope this is helpful! sorry again for the delay. these dates are coming up SO fast huh o_o.

#writing this made it hit me that two months from today. i will have seen mcr live again. holy fuck #answered #i feel like i should start a tag for the australian dates or something ajdsklajg #aus tour #there we go

[artinandwritin]

A little writing practise I did yesterday at 11 pm. I wasn't really sure how to put the idea of texting each other down in a way it still feels natural, but doesn't slow down the plot. I kinda think I did a good job for once :)

This is for GusSiri's modern au during the time period where Siri is about a month away from finishing high school and Gustav is just,,, fucking around in college doing who knows what haha. Have fun!

Unread-Read;

S: I got full marks on my biology test. Mrs. Haddock gave me a sticker because she thinks I worked so hard.

Unread.

S: Did you know red carnations symbolize affection?

Unread.

S: I found it online.

Unread.

S: I thought you would like it, you told me once you like carnations.

Unread.

S: Can I send you some? I don't know if they'll come through okay with the post, but I'm willing to try!

Unread.

Siri took a deep breath and put her phone away - this was no use. She had scrolled through her past messages with Gustav Larson for what seemed like hours, and none of them had been answered.

Not a single one.

She didn't know what had happened between the two of them. One moment, he was texting her what felt like every other minute, sending her pictures of his homework, his dog Fanghook, or things in stores he wished he could buy but didn't have the money for - the next moment, nothing. Only unread messages.

Of course, he must be busy, Siri knew he probably was. He was in college, following classes to get a degree in teaching. He was probably making new friends, going out with them, getting drinks and probably not needing her anymore.

After all, she was still in high school, all alone. She had her friend Adelaide Jorgenson, sure, but all her other friends had already left to pursue a carreer. And now, even Gustav had forgotten about her.

She grabbed her phone again, her fingers trembling as she tried again.

S: How's Fanghook? He must be so lonely, now that you're studying so much.

Unread.

S: To be honest… I feel lonely too.

Unread.

S: I miss you.

Unread.

S: Gustav, I miss you. Can you please text me back?

Unread.

S: It's okay if you can't.

Unread.

S: I'm sorry if I've done something wrong.

Unread.

S: Or said.

Unread.

S: Just please text me back.

Read.

Siri's eyes widened as the two marks in the corner of her message turned blue; she leaned back against her pillows as Gustav started typing.

G: Im so sorry! Roommate hid my phone for a joke, couldn't find it for days.

Her heart jumped.

S: It's okay, I was just worried.

G: Can I make it up to you?

S: No, you don't have to, it wasn't your fault.

G: Yeah no, if you miss me I definitely gotta make it up to you. Of course, everyone must miss me so much, I was so legendary in high school.

Siri chuckled, slowly calming down as she typed a response. Oh, how she had missed his little remarks.

S: They don't talk about you anymore :'). But… I do miss you. Quite a lot.

G: Wanna go get ice cream or something when you get outta class tomorrow? I've borrowed this sick scooter from a friend, I'll come pick you up.

Oh. A strange whirl went through Siri's stomach; her heart felt really light.

S: That sounds a bit like a date, Gustav. Isn't that girl you had eyes for gonna be jealous?

G: Nope, turns out she already had a boyfriend. So there is no-one to worry about.

Relieve washed over her; her shoulders relaxed at his message. However, her racing heart kept beating, and her hands suddenly typed on their own.

S: Do you want this to be a date?

G: Um.

G: Maybe a little. Not gonna lie, you're cute. And you've always been nice to me even tho I'm sometimes kinda an idiot ;).

Butterflies, that's what they were. They were twirling in Siri's belly as her gaze was glued to her phone screen. Her hands trembled at every word they texted to each other.

S: I kinda want this to be a date too.

G: You do?

S: Yeah. I think so.

G: So I guess we've got a date ;))). Anywhere you wanna go?

S: The movies? They're showing Titanic again.

G: Sounds good to me. I'm gonna hog the popcorn, be prepared >:). And!! Pleasepleaseplease put on a thin dress or something. I wanna offer you my sweater.

Siri couldn't help but laugh softly, casting a quick glance to her wardrobe. A sundress may be best suited for his little request and oh, how she adored the detail.

S: I will! Can we make dinner at your dorm after the movie?

G: Yep, I'll just bully my roommate out. And afterwards I'll take you home nice and save.

S: I'll see you tomorrow, can't wait :).

G: See ya, can't wait either.

G: And Seer.

G: I miss you too <3.

A smile overtook Siri; there was nothing that could describe that special feeling she felt when he said that.

S: <3.

She closed her phone, putting it down beside her. Her heart racing, she slid further down onto her bed as she started up at the ceiling. Oh, this would be perfect.

This would be absolutely perfect.

@rosiethedragongeek for the tags!! Just a lil smt for funsies <3

#httyd #oc #how to train your dragon #httyd oc #how to train a dragon 2 #race to the edge #rtte #how to train your dragon oc #siri vínteri #gustav httyd #gussiri #oc x canon #modern au #artinandwritin's writing #artinandwritin's lore

[simptasia]

9, 11, 13?

ooh thank you!

Best month for you this year?

ohh i dunno about favourites but shout out to

january = my encanto special interest frenzy (the start of which go me thru a very nasty migraine!)

what i thiiiink was march = Tim Roth Be Upon Thee

may = watched the suicide squad and thus discovered david dastmalchian and those first few weeks i was soaring like a kite, on the high of a brand new crush. easiest form of serotonin, i swear

december = staggering improvements in my health (indeed thats been the case all year), getting christmas presents for my mum and the ability to look back on this year and be like "yeah this was a good year! and so much better than fucking 2021"

another year goes by, more celebs added to my pile, my insides behave better than they ever have before and overall this year has been fulla positive vibes and great bursts of motivation <3

oh also i got an air conditioner, thank fucking gosh

Something you want to do again next year?

i dunno, maybe next year we might go to the show. we were too busy this year to get a chance. oh, The Show refers to something called the royal adelaide show. its several days where theres a fairground set up and theres rides and games and animals and lots of frivolity. i went several times as a child and i'd like to enjoy it as an adult

oh and if this years convention has anybody good appearing, we could go to that. neither of these may happen, i can take it or leave it, its just a nice thought. if either of these things happen fingers crossed that for the show i get a dodgem cart that works and for the con i get a hug from a celeb that i like. dream big, y'all

but if this question refers to stuff i did this year that i wanna do again...? besides continuing to watch star trek and play sims 2...? as always, keep on writing

How was your birthday this year?

it was nice!

my birthday was surrounded by a lot of hectic stuff. like construction work and installations and that incident with the dog we couldn't keep. so my birthday was one gentle day amidst several weeks of aaaaa. so, we did what we usually do on my birthday: eat yummy foods and watch a lot of movies i like

heres the list

and because of the timing of all this, just chilling out and watching great movies felt extra good, ya know?

#me

[dvlcbrien]

Billlllay Boy ( @swedeskarsgard​ ), 

Happy birthday, you stud muffin. It's amazing that we get to celebrate your birthday together this year and I'm considering myself the luckiest bastard to be one of the first ones to wish you a happy birthday. The rest of the family too but mostly me because I love you the most, outside of Hudson. He thinks you're pretty cool and it's probably because you're a whole person taller than him. This year, I hope that thirty two treats you in the finest way possible and something tells me that it's going to be the year of Bill Skars. I know that was back when IT was premiering but this is your new year where everyone sees the genius and heart that we get to see so closely. Thank you for not only being a part of this family of ours but for treating Hudson (and the other two) like your very own. We knew when we picked you as his godfather that you would never be one to disappoint but it's heartwarming to see that you never fail us with him. Not only that, we want to thank you for being one of the greatest friendships we've ever known. I know that through thick and thin, you're going to be there and I don't get that with many people in the world. You've always been selfless, kind hearted, and down right one of the funniest people I've ever met. Thank you for being real in an industry that is made up of a lot of jaded people. You never, not once, have been one of the people we couldn't depend on.  So, thirty two! I hope that it feels like twenty two just a little bit more exciting because at least you have your alcohol tolerance. As soon as the kids hit the hay, expect that we are taking a few shots in your honor and extra for Adelaide since she matters too - I guess. I'm kidding, don't show her this card. I don't wanna die. 

I love you, bro. Thank you for being the truest form of a brother from another mother. We love you! Happy birthday, Billlllay.

Love,  Dylan, Adelaide, Esme, Hudson and Luca  - GIFTS: 

A custom watch with the engraving of 'The best view comes after the hardest climb' on the back. Felt as if it would be something that you could use for this next stage.

'Top 100 Horror Movies' scratch off poster. It's cool as hell because you get to scratch off all the ones that you've already seen and get to make it a goal to watch them all. Seemed like something that would be right up your alley. I did the honor of scratching off IT in your honor.

Hudson also wanted to give you a little something to show his appreciation for being the best godfather in the world to him. He’s also in love with Baby Yoda so I told him you are like Yoda and he can be Baby Yoda. He seemed to like the idea so welcome to the Yoda Club, Uncle Bill.

Congratulations! You won an all expense paid trip to Disneyland for you and Mira. It might be a little bit of a gift for her since you know, Disney, but I figured that the both of you needed a trip just for yourselves to unwind. Take a breather and just enjoy the moments with her. You guys get a two day park pass and some matching shirts to go with it. After all, it might be your birthday but it is your job to make this Princess the happiest girl on earth. We also took care of your dinner reservations and set you guys up with two different restaurants. The first one is a character dinner (so sorry, bro) at 'Storytellers Cafe' and the second, (more up your alley) is 'Blue Bayou' which is a nice, fancy dining for two. Hop you both have the best time, my brother! Happy birthday again!

#bill tag pending. #( bill's birthday 2022. ) #because we couldn't skip out on bill's birthday thank youuuuu!

[chaoticallycosmic]

Least Expected.

Adelaide knew it wasn’t a good idea to go digging around her place but lately she hadn’t been sleeping much, if at all. Thought maybe rearranging a few things might settled her noisy mind. Perhaps if she made her body tired, her mind would play along and let her get at least a couple of hours of much needed sleep.

In the living room, she had an opened box she found in a hall closet and had explored its contents. The sight of ballet shoes made her heart skip a beat, those shoes weren’t just any old shoes, they were the ones her mother had bought for her. The very first ones to the last pair she had gifted Adelaide... before the accident that took her mother from her. Her hands had trembled slightly as she took them out. Before she knew it, she was at the bottom of the box where there were several VHS tapes. Some are labelled and other’s labels have been worn out to the point she couldn’t even read the words but she knew it was her mother’s handwriting.

Again, she knew she shouldn’t have but the immense need to see whatever was filmed on these tapes took over her logical brain and in no time she was digging out an old VHS player and had it hooked up to her tv. Time stopped for a bit as she paused in slotting the tape into the player, teeth sunk into her lip. Then with a deep breath she pushed the tape in.

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“The red light is blinking so it should be recording,” a soft voice said from behind the camera. The background was of a sliding door opened to the view of a beach, it was obviously in a kitchen, of which she had no recollection of. In the next second there was a man coming into view. He was tall with board shoulders, dark hair, and hazel eyes. He sat down on the stool in front of the camera and gave a dazzling smile, which showed of dimples on his cheek.

“Hello, my little Adelaide, first I wanna start of by saying that is your sweet mother’s idea and not mine,” his words made her mother laugh and god, how much she had missed that sound, “but I love indulging her, but she is right one never knows what can happen in life and so we’re making you this video. Hopefully, we’ll all watch it together one day and laugh, maybe even embarrass you in front of your partner, whoever they turn out to be. You are still in your mother’s womb at the moment but we are excitedly awaiting your arrival, princess,” the love in his eyes is so real and Adelaide could feel her heart ache in her chest. 

“I want to let you know, my little Adelaide, that you’ll be loved no matter what, you’re wanted so much. I can not wait to teach you how to put someone’s nose into their brain with a single punch-” “Sergei, you can’t say that!” - “Why not? Someone could break her heart or try something, she needs to learn how to show people whose boss!” - “Not with violence though!” - “But that’s how we met, my love.” - “Sergei-” - “Fine, fine. Your mother will teach you how to use your words, we’ll sneak away to learn self-defense!” He winked and dodged a pillow thrown his way, his booming laugh filled the entire space and it made Adelaide’s chest ache even more.

“In all seriousness, I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, see you take your first steps, hear you say dad first, which will make your mom mad. We love you so much, sweetheart.” There is some shuffling behind the camera then a woman, with long dark hair, light brown eyes, and definitely very pregnant walks into the frame. She walked behind her father, hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek, her eyes also full of love when she looked into the camera with a wide smile.

‘Mom.’

“Your dad is right, my little pea. We can’t wait to meet you and give you all the love in our hearts. See you soon, sweet little Adelaide.”

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Adelaide turned off the video and only when she felt a lick on her face did she realize she was crying. Burying her face into Shadow’s fur, she continued to sob. She wanted to continue watching but the grief had a tight hold on her, it was suffocating her. Gripped her heart in a tight vice that wasn’t going to let go for a while, she knew. Her entire body shook with broken sobs. How different would her life be had her parents been allowed to live and love her as they both said in that video? She had no memories of her father, she had been so young when he passed away and seeing this video? It made her feel guilty, he obviously had loved her so much and her memories of him were so little and faded.

Grief really did hit when least expected.

#adelaide: drabbles #writing

[actress4him]

In Irons 2 - The Dark Storm

(Prompt #6 for Summer of Whump)

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Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumpers, brief (unrealized) fear of noncon, capture, mild blood, forced labor

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The smell of the ocean and the sun on her face is exactly like she had always imagined it. Adelaide leans onto the rail of the deck of The Golden Rose and breathes it all in, a smile playing on her lips.

She’d purchased passage on the ship using part of her own dowry. It seemed appropriate. The dowry came with her, after all, so why not leave with her? She didn’t take all of it, of course. Some of it had already been spent, and some she left as consolation for Charles.

Now they’re three days into a week long journey that will take her down the coast to a new port, hopefully far enough away that no one she knows will ever find her. She’ll start her life over there. It’s an intimidating thought, living as a single woman with no parents, but it will be far better than married life had been. It has to be.

Suddenly the ship bursts into a flurry of sound and activity. Adelaide whirls around, watching as the captain barks out orders and rushes to take the wheel for himself. Sailors practically fly around the ship, untying ropes and letting out sails and scurrying up and down stairs.

She looks out to sea again, searching the water for any sign of what’s happening. There’s nothing but choppy, deep blue as far as the eye can see.

The captain shouts another order and Adelaide darts across the deck, unable to fully appreciate her newfound range of motion past the pounding of her heart in her chest. Practically slamming into the rail, she grips it with both hands until her knuckles turn white, staring back behind them.

There’s a ship there. A large ship, easily twice the size of The Golden Rose, with a hull and sails that haven’t seen nearly as much care and attention. A black flag flies from the mast, its crest hard to make out in the harsh wind.

And it’s gaining on them, fast.

“Captain! What is that ship?” She barely remembers to drop her voice into a deeper register. But no one is paying her any mind, anyway, and her question goes unanswered.

A horrible scraping sound fills the air, and Adelaide is nearly knocked off her feet by the jolt that shakes the deck. Did they just...run into us? The expressions on the faces of the sailors are growing more frantic, sending her heart racing even faster.

Then the ship is pulling up beside them, huge and looming above her head, still bumping up against the side as it goes, and she stumbles backwards away from the railing. Just in time, too, because people are beginning to swing down onto The Rose’s deck, and they have weapons.

Adelaide scrambles further away until her back hits the railing on the other side, eyes wide as she stares at first the rough-looking men landing one by one, then the flag whose crest she can finally see.

It’s a skull over crossed swords.

Pirates.

They spread out quickly, some disappearing below deck to do who knows what while others immediately set upon the sailors. The men are strong, but they’re not fighters, not like the pirates. Thankfully there’s no bloodshed, but it’s not long before each sailor is either knocked down or pinned.

And another pirate is headed straight for her.

Part of her wants to cower, but she steels herself, clenches her fists, and stares him down. No fear. She can’t show fear. Fear is to these men like blood to a shark.

A hand hooks into her cravat and yanks her forward, and she tries her best not to flinch. He’s dirty, beard unkempt, missing teeth as he sneers at her. Everything she would expect a pirate to be.

“You look young and fit enough.” He looks her up and down as if to confirm it, and her skin crawls. For a moment she forgets she’s not a girl, and suddenly it’s Charles hovering over her again, and her heart lodges somewhere in her throat.

“‘Ey Marshall! You wanna keep this one? He looks like a good enough worker.”

He. Worker. Her throat feels slightly less constricted at the realization, but she still doesn’t want to be kept. Her eyes dart up to the dark-haired pirate that hangs over the rail of the upper deck.

“Sure. Take him back.”

Suddenly she’s being dragged by the neck across the ship, toward the pirate ship. “No, no, I don’t -” She doesn’t even know what she’s trying to say, or why she thinks it might do any good, but there’s no chance to complete the thought before the man wraps a strong arm around her waist and they’re being ripped upward, feet leaving the deck without warning. A yelp escapes her involuntarily, and it’s far from masculine. The pirate only guffaws at her.

Once they’ve safely landed on the second ship and the rope they were hanging from is put away, she’s mostly ignored for the next several minutes. She even wonders if she could make an escape, but there are so many men everywhere. Crates are being tossed from hand to hand, barrels rolled up planks from one ship to the other. The Golden Rose is being swiftly stripped of all the goods that she was carrying.

Three more men are brought onboard, members of The Rose’s crew. It seems in addition to taking her cargo, they plan to leave the ship with hardly enough men to sail it. The only other passengers besides Adelaide are an older man and his wife, and thankfully, they seem to have been left alone.

As the last of the crates is loaded on and the pirates unmoor from the cargo ship, moving much too quickly away from safety and freedom, Adelaide and the three sailors are lined up side by side. A man with a black and grey beard who - based on the relative finery of his burgundy coat - must be the captain approaches, looking them over one by one.

“Welcome aboard The Dark Storm,” he sneers. “The name’s Payne, but you lot can call me Captain.”

One of the sailors, a young man who can’t be much older than Adelaide, raises his voice. “What makes you think that we’ll work for the likes of you?”

In a flash, the gold-tipped cane in Captain Payne’s hand flies up and slams into the side of the sailor’s head. Adelaide gasps, hand flying to her mouth. The sailor is sent sprawling onto the deck, a bright red stream of blood trickling down onto its surface.

“Anyone else have any...objections?” The Captain smiles, gold teeth flashing in the sun. “No? Good.” Turning, he beckons with the cane to the same dark-haired man that she had seen earlier. “Marshall, get this man a bucket so that he can clean up his mess before it stains the wood.”

Moving on to the other two men, he asks their names and gives them an approving grunt, before finally coming to her. “And what is this?”

It isn’t the same way that he asked for names before, but she answers, anyway, too frightened not to. “Gray, sir. John Gray.”

His upper lip curls. “And whose idea was it to bring Mr. Gray onto my ship?”

Marshall steps up beside him. “I approved him, Captain. He probably doesn’t know a weaver’s knot from a bowline, but he can swab decks. And maybe if he does that for long enough, he’ll actually build enough muscles to be able to pull a line.”

The Captain stares her down for what seems like an eternity more. She isn’t sure whether she wants his approval or not, but has a feeling that failing to gain it will mean something much worse than swabbing decks.

Finally he cocks his head slightly to one side, face relaxing. “Fine, then. You heard the man. Our defiant friend here seems to be done with his bucket, so get busy.”

It isn’t until he walks away that she realizes she was barely breathing. She sucks in a shaky breath now, trying hard not to make eye contact with anyone around her as she collects the bucket and brush and finds an unoccupied corner to start in.

There’s a lot to think about while she scrubs. Her life has been turned upside down twice within a week, first by her own doing, and now by pirates. This isn’t just a bad dream. This isn’t something that’s going to last for a few more days until she arrives at the new life she’s been looking forward to. Unless she can somehow escape whenever they make port, she’s stuck here. As a...well, basically a slave. Certainly not the way she was hoping to start things over.

She can’t let them find out her secret.

If they find out that she’s actually a woman, there’s no telling how they will react. Badly. That’s all she knows for sure.

So she keeps to herself. Doesn’t speak to anyone unless required, tries to stay unnoticed as much as possible. Scrubs the deck. Hauls crates around. Occasionally helps pull a line. Her hands are constantly shriveled, the ends of her sleeves always wet, and there are permanent bruises on her knees. Blisters quickly form on her palms, then burst, then form all over again until they’ve turned into her first ever callouses.

But she keeps scrubbing, and she watches.

For the first week or two, she was determined not to be one of them. She may be working on a pirate ship, but she’s not a pirate. Eventually, though, she started thinking harder about what it might take to survive this whole ordeal, not just until the next port, but possibly for a very long time.

What if the Captain decides she’s not useful enough? What if he decides to get rid of her while they’re out in the middle of the open sea?

So she watches. She shadows Marshall, the first mate, whenever she can, and tries to learn knots and terms and the way things work. She doesn’t push to be included in the process, not yet, not until she’s certain that she’ll make a good impression.

Like it or not, Mr. John Gray is going to be a pirate.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump6 #labor #in irons #adelaide the pirate #whump #whump writing #lady whumpee #lady whump #mild blood tw #forced labor #capture tw #pirate ship #pirates #original fiction #pirate captain

[keanureevesisbae]

The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Chapter 8

Summary: The Celebrity Project has ended, however there is still a little event, where the contestants comment on favorite moments selected by fans. However, there is one big revelation.

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 2.6k

Warnings: Just messing with the otp, that’s all

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Three days pass. Henry and I are still in the cottage, but there are no cameras around us. I think I am and will be forever grateful that they are gone now. We can finally breath and act like a normal couple. Thanks to the Celebrity Project, I met Henry and I’m thankful that I did, but those camera’s are a pain in the ass and will never be missed.

Jennifer Lopez and Charlie Puth showed everyone that they were a whole lot better than the rest of us. Henry and I came in second, but we are fan favorites and to be honest: I think that is the best prize I could’ve ever won. Tonight there is a special live event with the other duos and after that, it’s officially over.

I can’t wait for that.

I keep trying to make some lunch for Henry and me, but ever since the camera’s are gone, Henry has turned into a piece of velcro. He distracts me with kisses on my temple, wraps his strong arms around my waist as he stands behind me. ‘Stop tickling me,’ I chuckle, as he pushes up my shirt, so he can touch my bare skin.

‘I’m not tickling you,’ he retorts with a chuckle. ‘I’m hugging you.’

‘You are tickling me,’ I laugh. ‘Come on, Henry, pasta will be ruined.’

He simply shrugs. ‘I don’t care.’

‘You are awfully clingy,’ I note. ‘What is up with you?’

Henry reaches over to turn off the gas and turns me around, to hide his face in my neck, kissing me there. ‘Just obsessed with you.’ He bites his lip when he looks at me again. ‘You look beautiful, Addy. Every time I look at you, you are even more beautiful than you were the last time I saw you.’

This should not make me blush, but obviously it does anyways. Everything he says and does to me, I turn into a giggling and blushing mess. ‘Shut up,’ I whisper.

‘No, never.’ He hoists me up in his arms with a satisfied grin on his face and carries me as if I’m nothing to the couch.

I sit on his lap and whisper: ‘What are you doing, Henry?’

He takes a deep breath, as he frowns a bit. ‘Am I going too fast?’ he then asks. ‘I can stop if you want me to, Addy.’

‘No, no,’ I say. ‘I like this, I really do, but it’s real now. I haven’t done this when it’s real.’ I simply shrug and add: ‘And now you stare at me and I figure there is so much going on inside your head and I have no idea what.’

His hands rest on my hips, his eyes locked with mine and a small smile toys on his face. ‘You want to know what is going on inside my head?’

‘Yes.’

‘I keep thinking about how I’m so lucky. I didn’t even want to participate,’ he admits. ‘But I met you here and fell in love so quickly. I have never fallen in love with anyone this fast. I keep asking myself what I did to deserve you. You deserve so much better than this. Better than me.’

I shake my head. ‘Don’t cut yourself short like that, Henry. If there is someone who doesn’t deserve this, it’s me. And don’t you dare to tell me otherwise.’

But Henry wouldn’t be Henry, because he already opens his mouth, daring to tell me otherwise. I lean in, to shut him up with a kiss. While he lets it happen and I fully surrender myself to his lips, his words keep running through my mind. He is falling in love with me. I’m falling in love with him.

When I let go, I let out a shaky breath. So much is running through my mind. Love, fear, lust.

‘Come here,’ he whispers, pulling me close to his chest as I melt against his frame. ‘You are tense. What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing.’ However, I just come to a realization. ‘Oh my.’

‘What is it?’

‘Are you my boyfriend?’

Henry starts to laugh, letting his head fall back.

‘Why are you laughing at me?’ I ask him, slapping him across his chest. ‘Forget I asked.’ I already want to step off his lap, however he is faster and stronger. He pulls me flush against his chest. ‘Let me go,’ I laugh.

‘I wasn’t laughing at you, Addy. I was laughing because you are adorable. If you want me to be your boyfriend, I’d be honored.’

Good thing I was already blushing. ‘You want me as your girlfriend?’ I ask him.

‘I’d love that.’ He places his hands on both sides of my face and runs his thumbs over my lips. ‘You are beautiful and my girlfriend.’ He sounds so giddy and my heart misses a few beats. ‘My girlfriend Adelaide Park.’

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Henry has wrapped his thick arm around my shoulders as we sit outside our cottage in front of some large screens. We are catching up with the other couples and Jennifer mentions something about not being able to wait until she can sleep in her own bed again and not hearing Charlie snore again.

‘And from the looks of it,’ Justin says to me, ‘You two will be sharing a bed more often.’

‘Don’t say stuff like that,’ I chuckle, as I am nearly puking with embarrassment.

Justin starts to chuckle. ‘So, what did you two do these days without camera’s?’

His wife Hailey slaps his stomach. ‘Don’t tease her like that. Look at her cheeks.’ She turns to Henry and says: ‘Come on, mister Witcher, protect your girl.’

Henry only clears his throat and Justin quickly tells us that he won’t do it anymore. The energy Henry Cavill possesses.

I now know for a fact that I should never ever let him go.

Jennifer quickly gives a short speech, telling us how great it was to get to know us, to be part of this first ever season of the program and how much she would love it, if we would do a reunion after a few months.

We watch some fan reactions of the last episode and much to my dismay, we have to rewatch our kiss a billion times. It’s embarrassing to watch the first time, but it’s not getting any easier the fourth or eight time.

‘Look at this response on Twitter,’ Jennifer laughs. ‘“They are so cute, it makes me wanna hurl”. You two are disgustingly cute, that’s a truth.’

The night continues and I hum in content when I know it’s almost over. We watch footage of us when we first arrived here, the only ones not being awkward, were Justin and Hailey obviously.

‘But, what was Henry like before he started here?’ the voiceover of a man sounds through the boxes. He tenses up beside me and I look at him, before I return my eyes back to the screen again.

Henry is in an office I don’t recognize, with men I don’t know. ‘I have to work with her?’ I hear Henry ask, as he is looking at my headshot. ‘This is so unfair. Have you any idea how unfair this is? I’m supposed to win this thing. How am I gonna win this, if I have to work with her?’

I swallow hard, as I stare at the screen and sit up straight. I shrug off his arm from my shoulders. Is this real?

‘We never said it would be easy, Henry,’ I hear someone else say. ‘But work with Adelaide, make sure you two can win this thing and please, don’t make it too obvious what your intentions are.’

I feel tears in my eyes. Intentions…

‘Fine, but when I win, James Bond is mine?’ Henry asks.

‘Addy, listen to me,’ Henry whispers, but I don’t. I listen to what is happening on the screen. I recognize this, when the screen switches to outside. This was the day we went shopping, the day where we snuck in kisses.

‘You’re losing, Henry. You what that means, right? You’re not getting James Bond,’ a different male voice says.

‘We’re not too far behind,’ Henry answers. ‘I’ll get her to man up, so we can win this.’

I think I would’ve preferred if Henry just punched my nose back into my face. I’ll get her to man up? Did he seriously just say that.

‘And, I never knew you were such a good actor. I almost believed you actually care about her.’

On screen Henry sighs. ‘Maybe after this, I’ll get even more jobs.’

The air has turned cold as ice. Everyone is quiet and I stare at the blacked out screen. The only thing I hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears. My eye twitches as my jaw clenches. I need to get out of here. I need to get away from him.

Henry carefully places a hand on my back, but I stand up and walk inside. Thankfully we were at our cottage, since it has the best lighting, so I’m back there in a few seconds. I slam the door shut behind me and rush to the living room.

I should’ve known. I should’ve fucking known. This was obviously too good to be true. How could I be such an idiot?  Finally, fucking finally I have cleared my reputation of being so stupid and ditzy and now this happens. The whole world knows I simply fell for Henry Cavill, because I was easy.

I’m such a dumb cow.

‘Addy, let me explain,’ Henry says, who walks into our bedroom. No wait, not our bedroom. The bedroom. A bedroom.

I grab my suitcase before I place it on the bed. ‘What is there to explain?’ I ask him, as I start folding my clothes. ’It was pretty fucking obvious to me. You only par- parti- par-ti-ci-pa-ted to get that stupid James Bond part. You don’t like me, despite what you said to me. You just used me to get the job and more job offers.’ I push passed him, to grab my stuff from the bathroom.

At that exact moment a cameraman barges in, not wanting to let this moment go to waste, but somehow I don’t seem to care. I don’t even want to care. I’m just too mad at him right now to give a damn.

‘I didn’t use you,’ Henry says.

I open the door a lot harder than I’m supposed to, letting it smash against the wall, as my eyes fill with tears, all because of his wrong doing. ‘Enlighten me, Henry, what did you do then? Because judging from what you and I just watched and the rest of the world just watched, it made it seem like you were using me to get what you wanted.’

He sighs. ‘I meant what I said to you. I like you and I am falling in love with you.’

‘Hurray,’ I deadpan. I put everything in my suitcase and close it.

Henry swallows hard. ‘Where are you going?’

‘I’m going to the airport, so I can buy myself a ticket home, to visit my parents. You know, I know for a fact that they care about me for who I am and they would never ever use me the way you used me.’ I stare at my suitcase for a while and seeing my passport on top of it, makes a sob leave my eyes. I hide my face in both of my hands, as my shoulders shake when I cry.

‘No, Addy, please,’ he says, placing his hand on my shoulder, but I slap him away.

‘Stay away from me,’ I spit out, ‘and don’t you dare call me Addy anymore. Let… Le… Let me…’ Why can’t I find the right words to say now? ‘I’m going to tell you a few things and you cannot interrupt me.’

‘Okay,’ he simply says.

‘You stay as far from me as possible. I would like you to never ever mention me in an in… interview again. I don’t want you in my life anymore, neither do I want to be part of yours. You bet… betra…’ I take a deep breath as I try to get the word out of my mouth correctly. ‘You be-tray-ed me, Henry. You used me and I genuinely thought you cared about me. You know how hard it is for me to open up and… Never mind, I just hate the way you make me feel right now.’

‘There isn’t anything I can do to make it up to you?’ he asks. ‘Because I want to make this up to you. There must be something.’

I shake my head. ‘This isn’t something you can fix. What you told whoever those men were and what you told me… Those things aren’t the same. It’s either one or the other. And yes, you can change your mind, but the least you could’ve done, is told me about it. If you meant what you said to me, you would’ve had the decency to be honest with me. You should’ve told me your second agenda before you told me you fell in love with me, before you kissed me.’

Henry blinks a few times. ‘Adelaide, this can’t be the end.’

‘It’s the end,’ I say with more certainty than I have ever heard myself speak with. I simply grab my suitcases and walk out of the room.

Tears run over my cheeks as I brush passed the others, who want to know if I’m okay, but I’m not. I’m not okay and I know I won’t be for awhile. I need to go to see my dad, to hug my mom. I don’t want to be in Italy anymore, I need to go home and be with them.

I already spot a taxi at the stand, but before I can approach him, I hear a: ‘Adelaide, please wait a second.’

I stop walking and I hear two pair of footsteps. Those stupid camera people, I’m not going to miss them.

‘Don’t I get to say something to you?’ he asks, as he stands in front of me.

‘You said enough behind my back already,’ I tell him. ‘Get out of the way. Don’t make this harder than it already is.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Sorry won’t cut it,’ I tell him, a lot harsher than I did before.

Henry rubs his face, before gently holding my hand. I know I shouldn’t let him do this, but I just want to feel his touch one more time, because I know this is going to be the last time I’ll ever feel it.

‘Henry, please, let me go.’

‘I am willing to do anything in the world to make it up to you, Adelaide Park. You are one of a kind. You are the one that I want to get to know even better.’

‘Don’t,’ I say. ‘Just don’t. Don’t contact me ever again, don’t audition for the part as my love interest and please if you ever see me before I see you, walk away. I can’t have you in my life.’

‘No, please,’ Henry says, holding my hand up to his chest, placing his other on top of his own. ‘I can’t lose you, Adelaide. What I said to my agent, before we met… It was true. I only participated because I wanted James Bond, but what I told you is true as well. I don’t want James Bond anymore. I just want you.’

‘Let me go,’ I say, not looking at him. ‘Please, Henry, now.’

‘Adelaide,’ he whispers.

‘Right now.’

He lets go of my hand and sighs deeply. ‘Is this the end?’ he asks. ‘Please, this can’t be the end.’

My sniffle is his answer and it’s all I can give him. ‘Goodbye, Henry.’

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[rowdyrhapsody]

The in the moment thing @possumgeist tagged me in (ty 😌)

Tagging @tireddemigod @bosspigeon @eelness @gothgaycowboy

favorite color: Blue :)

favorite foods: god I've got fucking hot pot on the brain but also ramen like the real deal ramen

song stuck in my head: mixed messages by tom cardy

last thing i googled: pals peach and passionfruit alcoholic drink v tasty I bought a case.

dream trip: I wanna go back to Japan again and just stay there for like a month but at this point I'm willing to go anywhere that isn't fucking sleepy old adelaide

time: 1am woop

tea or coffee: coffee 😋

last show i watched: the simpsons

currently reading: idk whichever IF I randomly pick from like the 12 tabs open on my phone

currently watching: been binging the simpsons lately

sweet, savoury, spicy: savoury babey

last song i listened to: mixed messages by tom cardy I watch the music video religiously like 5 times a day

last movie i watched: I feel like I did watch one recently but it's noBEETLEJUICE I watched beeylejuice:)

cravings: the mashed spuds and gravy train takes another victim

hobbies: pretending to draw and spending 8hrs playing dbd instead

feeling: tired too bc I should be sleeping dbbdjdks

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[saharamae21]

Vapor (Part 17)

Hey guys.... Long time, no update. Rip. I’m so sorry... I love Vapor and I love writing this, but there was a lot of negativity around it when I took my break from it. It is back though!! I’m really sorry.

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Warnings: Language, mentions of kidnapping and violence.

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Adelaide’s POV:

Why does this place seem so familiar? I was walking around the park? It wasn’t the usual park though. This one was in The Cut… I watched as 14 year old Adelaide sat on the swing. I knew exactly what day this was. I watched as she rocked back and forth, waiting for JJ who wasn’t coming. I wished I could open my mouth and tell her. I wish I could tell her that there wasn’t any point waiting.

More importantly, I wished I could tell her not to give up on him. He was just hurt and scared and he needed you. I wished I hadn’t left…

I woke up to the empty room. I struggled to lift my head up and my vision was hazy. I muttered out JJ’s name a few times, but my body felt weak and my voice began to fail me. The walls were metal and every sound bounced off of them and into my ears. They made my head spin with pain. My stomach craved food and my mouth was drier than a desert. I called out for Rafe, wondering if he was watching me suffer somehow. I needed something to eat and drink. I needed to get out of here, but I had a bad feeling that this abduction would be longer than a day…

JJ’s POV:

I sat in the chateau, the thought Addie fresh in my mind. This was all my fault. She was supposed to be here with me, in bed, peacefully asleep. I promised I wouldn’t leave her again and somehow I always managed to fuck it up. If she was hurt at all, I’d never forgive myself. How did I let this happen?

The morning light filtered through the window. I hadn’t slept at all, but I don’t think I could've if I tried. I heard the front door open and Kie’s voice ring out. She called for me, but I said nothing. She opened the door to the spare room and I turned to look at her. I was sitting upright on the bed, hugging a pillow in my arms, eyes red from tears. She sat down next to me and asked if it was my dad. She asked if I found Addie. The moment she said her name, I buried my face into the pillow. She took the hint and hugged me.

“She’s probably just upset,” she said. “Maybe we could go over and talk to her together. I bet when she sees you like this she-”

“She’s not at home!” I said. I looked up from the pillow, breaking down a little bit. “Rafe took her because I took that stupid money!”

There was silence for a moment as Kie tried to process what I said. She looked at me, trying to understand what I meant. She tried to process all the different things that one sentence could stand for. Every ounce of my body was shaking as I thought back to her in that photo. I thought back to that day so many years ago and it felt exactly the same.

I was climbing on the jungle gym, ecstatic at how awesome this park was. They only had parks like this in The Figure Eight back home and if I went anywhere near that the older kids would beat me up. I wanted to stay and play on it forever, but Addie was upset. She had fallen from the monkey bars and wanted to go find her mom, but I wasn’t ready yet. I told her I wanted to play more and ignore her as I climbed to the top. I smiled proudly as I made it all the way up and called down to Addie, wanting her to see how cool I was.

“Addie, look!” I yelled, but she didn’t respond. I looked down to where she was a couple minutes ago and she was no longer there. I wondered if she had gone looking for her mom, but she wouldn’t have done that without me. She knew better. I looked around frantically, trying to find any sign on here, but it was like she had disappeared from thin in.

I climbed down as fast as I could without getting hurt and ran around the area. She couldn’t have gotten too far without me. Fear and unease filled me as my head darted in every direction, praying to see her off in the distance, but I didn’t. I ran over to find her mom across the street. She looked down at me with worry. The only time I ever ran over was when Addie had gotten hurt, but this was so much bigger than that. I remember shaking with tears falling down my face. I just apologized over and over. I told her I could find her anywhere and that it was all my fault. I cried as they called the police. Addie’s mom pulled me into a hug and told me that it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know why she was being so nice when I had lost her daughter, but it felt good to have a mother hug me again. I clung to her and apologized profusely. I promised her that I would never leave Addie again, but we all know how that turned out.

“What do you mean Rafe took her?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts. I stared at her and shook my head, telling her to give me a moment. I was furious and scared all at the same time, not to mention exhausted.

“He took her. He showed me a picture of her tied to a chair. Kie, this is all my fault,” I explained. I felt her arms slip around me and attempt to comfort me. I could tell that she was scared too, but I knew we had to be strong for Addie. Rafe might be a psycho, but he wouldn’t go that far. He wouldn’t kill her over this. I just had to think of a plan. I just had to get her back.

Kiara went and told the others about what was going on while I stayed at the chateau. I promised her I would try to get some sleep, but my head was racing at a million miles an hour. I thought about how amazing her family was to me and this was how I repaid them. I put Addie in danger every chance I got and worst of all, I didn’t even protect her in those situations. I was too selfish to even check up on her after the run in with Barry. I was too self absorbed to comfort her when she needed me. Instead I pulled my arm away from her and turned my back on her. I walked away because that was what I did best. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about her, but she was the only thing that was ever on my mind.

After that day, Addie saw a lot of different grown ups. She went to doctor after doctor, all of them trying to get her to open up to them, but she never did. Not until her mom asked me to come with. I couldn’t remember the shrink's name but I remember sitting on the couch and wondering why I was there. Addie sat next to me and when the quack started asking her questions, she reached over and grabbed my hand. We had held hands a lot, but this was the first time she grabbed me like she needed me. She looked at me before she answered the questions and I remember her tearing up a little bit. When she cried, I stood up and yelled at the adult for being mean to her. I remember kneeling in front of Addie and telling her she didn’t have to talk to this guy. She just sniffled and laughed at me, throwing her arms around me and pulling me into a hug. I think that was the day I realized that she was the most important person in my life…

As much as I hated all of those doctor’s, she definitely needed to see them. When she was awake, she seemed normal. She would smile and laugh just like she had before the abduction. Occasionally she would fall into these quiet moments where she would stare off into the distance, but overall she was the same Addie I had always known. It was a different story at night though. I remember laying on their couch and being woken up by her screaming. I remember rushing into her room to see her flailing her arms and legs, trying to fight away the bad guy. I remember letting her hit me as I tried to wrap my arms around her, signaling that I was there. I wouldn’t let anything like this happen to her again, or so I thought.

I woke up and the sun was setting. I could hear something in the kitchen, but I wasn’t ready to face my friends. I sat up in bed and thought about her. I wondered if she would be the same Addie I knew after all of this or if this would finally break here. I wondered if her parents would hate me for letting this happen all over again. I wondered if me being there for her would still be enough…

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[holidaywishes]

All Roads Lead To You I

Part 1: From Buildings to Beaches

  Summary of series: JJ took a job at the old Samson Estate -- mostly mowing lawns, cleaning Mr. Samson’s yacht and serving at his dinner parties -- for the sole purpose of distracting himself from the fact that he seemed to be the only one left from the crew. Sarah and John B. were still “lost at sea” after almost a year and Pope and Kie were... well, they were becoming Pope and Kie, so he needed something to occupy his time. When a new girl comes to town, JJ thinks it’s the perfect way to let off some steam but it may be more difficult than he anticipated.

  Summary of chapter: Adelaide Samson hasn’t been in North Carolina since she was six years old but now that her favourite cousin, Alexis, is turning 18 she’s back for a short visit -- that might last longer than she intended.

  Warning: Little bit of angst, lot of exposition/introduction, little bit of fluff

  Author’s Note: I hope you like it and I want to give a shoutout to @ptersparkers for writing an awesome imagine also with a female New Yorker coming to steal JJ’s heart. While mine’s much more tame than theirs, I wanted to add their name in case there’s any similarities or overlapping themes but, also, to give credit where credit is due! Also, I did it again. I came up with a name for the Female character but you’re obviously allowed to replace it with yours -- I just liked the name that’s all. Have Fun!

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Addy’s P.O.V

  Alexis called you frantic one day, asking what she should do for her birthday

  “Come out to New York. Aren’t you tired of the beach?” you joked

  “Aren’t you tired of the crowds?” she joked back

  “Touché but seriously. The last time you were here was what? Like five years ago?”

  “Yeah because..” she struggled to come up with an excuse, “because.. I don’t know. I like the beach and the sun and the laid back attitude here. I panic too much when I’m in the City.”

  “That’s just because you haven’t spent enough time here...” you insisted

  “I’m turning 18, Ads,” Alexis whined, “I want, no scratch that, I need to do something amazing.”

  “What are your options?” you finally asked

  “Honestly? At this point, we’re only throwing around the idea of a Yacht party...”

  “Blech,” you said in disgust, “that sounds like your mom was throwing out ideas.”

  “Maybe...” she joked before sighing loudly, “help me out! The whole Yacht thing is not really my first choice but it’s all I’ve got right now. I can’t come to New York City”

  “And why not?” you asked, feigning insult

  “Because the people I would invite would be too.. stuck up about where they’d want to go”

  “Doesn’t that say something about your friends?” you questioned

  “Come to the OBX”

  “Lexi..” you sighed

  “Why won’t you come back?”

  “Why won’t you come here?”

  “I already answered that” she said

  “I can’t come back to the Outer Banks”

  “Why not?!”

  “Because.. I haven’t been back there in years. I just.. I wouldn’t know what to do there..”

  “Celebrate my birthday with me. Drink some beer. Surf a little”

  “Ah see, no. I don’t surf. I don’t know how and I don’t care to learn. I’ll hang out on land or on a boat.”

  “Paddle board then”

  “Hold on, are you telling me that you know how to surf?” you asked, chirping her a little because it seemed so far off from something she would actually do

  “Yes I’ve been learning how to surf. I’ve got a great teacher...” she lied but you pretended like you didn’t hear it

  “Okay..” you smiled to yourself, thinking you could catch her in a lie, “fine. I’ll come out there. For you, for your birthday. But I won’t stay longer than the weekend.”

  “YAY!” she exclaimed, practically bursting your ear drum with her high-pitched squeal, “I’m so excited! We’re gonna have fun. So much fun, you’ll never want to leave The Outer Banks.”

  “I highly doubt that.”

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JJ’s P.O.V

  “I need you at full attention, JJ” Mr. Samson said, appearing beside you as you prepared the lawnmower

  “Sir?” you asked confused

  “Turns out my daughter’s coming into town. I haven’t seen her in.. wow, 10 years,” he sighed, “I need the lawn and the house to be perfect.”

  “Yes sir” you replied, nodding to Mr. Samson who thanked you before walking away

  “Thanks, son” he said as he got to the patio and you smiled at his words. While you finished working on the lawn, you noticed Kiara and Pope pull up in front and you shook your head at their arrival.

  “JJ!” Kiara yelled, “JJ COME ON!”

  “You can’t ignore us forever man!” Pope called

  “I’m not ignoring you,” you replied, turning back toward the house to put the lawnmower in the shed, “I’m just working.”

  “They’re gone, JJ!” Kie shouted, sighing when you finally stopped walking, your back still to them, “we’re just trying to live our lives. It’s been almost a year!”

  “You guys just gave up!” you shouted and both Pope and Kie took a step back in shock, “no one found their bodies. No one knows for sure what happened to them. It was up to us to keep looking for them but you both gave up!”

  “We didn’t! We just..” she said, glancing at Pope briefly before she looked back at you, “we had to think realistically about their chances.”

  “They could still be alive!”

  “JJ!” Pope yelled, trying to get you to calm down, “they’re gone. What’s it gonna take for you to accept that?” You nodded your head slowly, moving your tongue against the inside of your bottom lip before eventually turning away

  “I gotta get back to work. See you around.” you answered snidely, waving your hand above your head as the words exited your throat.

  “JJ?” you heard a voice softly call to you but you didn’t see anyone so you ignored it, “JJ?”

  “WHAT?” you snapped when you heard the voice again, finally seeing Alexis pop out from around the corner

  “I’m sorry...” she said, standing more than arms length away from you, “I didn’t want to interrupt. I can come back”

  “No, I’m sorry, Lex,” you sighed, “what’s up?”

  “Well...” she started, “I have a favour to ask but you can feel free to say no, because it’s kinda weird and --“

  “What’s the favour Alexis?” you smiled at her ramblings

  “My cousin is coming into town from New York. I told her.. I’ve been learning to surf...” she said while a look of embarrassment rushed across her face

  “You want me to teach you how to surf before your cousin gets here? When is she coming?”

  “She’s your boss’s daughter. Didn’t he tell you?”

  “Ah shit,” you smirked, dropping your head to the ground, “didn’t even think about that. She’ll be here in like two days, I can’t teach you how to surf in two days...”

  “No see that’s the thing!” she exclaimed, “I don’t need you to actually teach me how to surf. I just need you to pretend like you’ve been teaching me how to surf. There’s no way Addy is actually gonna ask me to ‘show how my skills’ so as long as you talk me up and I talk your teaching skills up, she’ll never know!”

  “You really think so?”

  “Maybe?” she sighed, her voice rising as her shoulders shrugged, “look, I have never had anything to.. brag about to my cousin. She may be one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, like truly a compassionate soul, but she’s like... effortlessly cool? She lives in New York City, I mean come on”

  “It’s just a City, Lex, doesn’t make her cool” you laughed

  “Everyone I’ve ever met falls at her feet. I just want to have something that she doesn’t.”

  “And that one thing is surfing?”

  “Yeah! Yes!” she smiled, “there’s no surfing in New York, at least not that I know of, and she told me she has no interest in learning how to surf. Which means, if we can trick her into thinking I’ve been learning, I’ll have something over her.”

  “Fine,” you agreed, “but how exactly do you suggest we do this?”

  “We’ll be very strategic with bringing in boards so she can see me holding one,” she explained, “I’ll make sure to get her to come to the beach when the two of us are already there, so she can catch us in the water... on the boards obviously...”

  “Right. Okay, I think I get it. You wanna lie to her. I’m great at lying, ask anyone,” you boasted, “will I be getting something out of this?”

  “You mean am I gonna pay you?” she asked and you smiled, “No, but nice try. Consider it.. an extension of the job you already have.”

  “I don’t really see what I’m getting then..”

  “You’re getting the joy of knowing you get to brag about yourself,” she smirked, “which I know you’ll love.”

  “Only because everyone should realize how awesome I am,” you laughed and she smiled hopefully at you, “fine. I’ll do it.”

  “Thank you, JJ!” She squealed, hugging you as she did so, “you’re the best!”

  “That I am” you replied as she took herself off of you and headed back toward the house. It was an odd request but Alexis was a nice girl so you didn’t see the harm in aiding her lie. Plus, you knew you could probably have some fun with it so why not add it to the list of distractions for the summer?

xx

Addy’s P.O.V

  You drove into the Outer Banks so that no one would have to worry about picking you up and so you could try to surprise Alexis, but you hadn’t planned on getting there so early in the morning. It was clear to you that your parents were trying to woo you back into the OBX life when you saw the entire house staff frantically cleaning for, what they thought, was your afternoon arrival. You snickered to yourself before heading to the kitchen.

  “Hello doll,” a woman said to you as you walked through the door, “are you lost?” Clearly, your picture wasn’t plastered around the house like you thought they’d be, or maybe the only pictures your parents had were before you went away, so the staff had no idea who you were. Which meant you could fly under the radar for a bit.

  “I don’t think so, just a little late. I’m supposed to be helping prepare some of the food for when Mr. and Mrs. Samson’s daughter comes into town.” You said with a shy smile, hoping the woman would believe you

  “Perfect! You’re in the right place then. My name is Sharon and you are...” she asked and you felt a slight panic in your chest as you tried to think of a name

  “Adelaide!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind you, “Adelaide Samson, why are you tryin’ to trick your daddy’s staff?” You turned around to see one of the only people you remembered from your childhood at the Estate

  “Ms. Margaret?” you exclaimed, “you’re still here?”

  “Of course I’m still here, darlin’, now are you gonna answer my question or not?” she asked

  “What questio-- oh...” you stammered, “I didn’t mean any harm Ms. Margaret, I just wanted to see if I could.. be someone other than Mr. and Mrs. Samson’s daughter.”

  “You know you’re more than that.” She said, dropping her hip as she scolded you, “Well, since you’re back here, wanna help prepare the food?”

  “I’d be delighted” you answered and she set you up in front of two bowls, asking you to begin prepping the peas for blanching; cutting the top of the pod, pulling down the fiber along the middle and emptying the pod into the second bowl, repeating until the first bowl was empty. You let your mind wander as you did the tedious work, being jolted back to the kitchen when you heard your mother’s voice. “She can’t know I’m here, Ms. Margaret!” you exclaimed, hiding behind the cabinets

  “Mrs. Samson, how are you doing today?” Margaret asked

  “I’m doing well, Margaret, thank you for asking. How are you?” your mother reciprocated

  “Very well, Mrs. Samson, can I help you with anything?”

  “No No,” she replied, that infamous lilt in her voice you’d know anywhere, “I’m just checking that everything is going smoothly in here. Say, Margaret, Sharon,” she stopped, a question rising on her tongue, “have you seen my Adelaide? I think that’s her car out front but she’s not there. Neither her father nor I have seen her yet, I thought maybe she’d wandered into the kitchen. She did always do that when she was young...”

  “She was a wanderer, your young Adelaide,” Margaret answered with a smile, “but I’m afraid we haven’t seen her. Maybe she went down to the water?”

  “Maybe. Well, anyway, I didn’t mean to bother you. Keep up the good work!” she said with a pep in her voice and you rolled your eyes as she left, waiting to be told the coast was clear

  “Thank you, Ms. Margaret, Ms. Sharon,” you said, “I don’t think I’m ready to see them just yet...”

  “Well you better be.” Sharon said, rather curtly, before nodding her head once and walking to her counter to continue her prep

  “She’s right, Ms. Addy, you better get into that house and act like you just wondered in from the beach or somewhere. We don’t need any trouble for hiding you, you got that?”

  “Yes, Ms. Margaret.” You replied, smiling shyly before giving her a hug goodbye, “I really did miss you”

  “You could’ve come back anytime”

  “You know that’s not true.”

  “Sure it is! Now go!” she exclaimed, shooing you out of the kitchen. You snuck into the house via an old tunnel that lead from the kitchen to your room, among other locations, and popped in when the room was empty.

  “Hmm.. nothing’s changed” you said to yourself, ducking behind your dresser when you heard footsteps in the hallway. When the sound disappeared, you tiptoed to the door, looking in either direction past the door frame before you left your room, making your way down the winding staircase. When you finally got downstairs, you started looking through the family pictures on the credenza’s and the mantel in the living room, realizing just how right you were; none of the pictures they had of you were past the age of six. Suddenly, you heard something break and a groan come from the other room.

  “Shit” a boy said under his breath as he examined the broken glass under his feet, looking to make sure, you assumed, that your dad wasn’t coming down to investigate the sound.

  “Don’t..” you said, stopping him picking up the glass, “you’ll cut yourself. Here, use this.” You continued, pulling out a small dust pan that was hidden near the desk

  “Thanks...” he said suspiciously, and the look on his face seemed to be trying to figure you out

  “You’re welcome...” you returned his suspicious tone, “have you seen Mr. Samson anywhere?”

  “He should be upstairs.. I’m sorry, who are you?” He finally asked

  “Adelaide. Samson,” You answered and his back straightened, as if he were correcting himself for you, “but everyone calls me Addy”

  “Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice was both confident and shaky, “I’m JJ. I uh.. I work for your dad. And I guess for you too”

  “No..” you corrected, “you don’t work for me. I am not my parents. You may work for them but you don’t work for me.” You smiled awkwardly at your own words before he returned a smile, “it’s nice to meet you JJ. I’ll see you around.” You walked past him, unintentionally grazing his arm with your shoulder, feeling a shiver rush down your spine once the contact was broken. You could feel him look down at you but you did everything you could to keep your eyes straight and keep walking because you weren’t looking for a reason to stay.

  “Adelaide, sweetheart!” your dad said as he flew into the room where you stood, “I’m so glad you’re finally back!”

  “I’m not--” you tried but your dad seemed to be distracted by the broken glass in the dust pan

  “What happened here?” he questioned sternly

  “Dad it’s j--”

  “JJ?” he accused the blonde behind you and you furrowed your brow at how quick he was to blame someone other than you

  “Dad, I was looking around and the paperweight fell. He came in when he heard the noise to see that everything was okay...” you explained, protecting JJ from the wrath you knew your father was capable of

  “That true?” he asked, stepping toward JJ

  “Yes sir,” he said, keeping his eyes down until he spoke again, “I was cleaning up in the other room when I heard something fall, so I came right in and found.. your daughter trying to pick up the pieces.” You smiled at him from behind your father, nodding at his continuation of your fib before your father looked back at you once before responding to JJ

  “Well,” he said, looking JJ up and down, “I guess I owe you a thank you. And an apology. So.. thank you and I’m sorry for accusing you so quickly.”

  “Thank you, sir” he said quietly before being dismissed and, while your father wrapped his arm around you to welcome you back into his home, you looked back at the boy who you’d shared an unspoken moment with and smiled to yourself. Not knowing if, or when, you’d have a moment with him again. 

#JJ Maybank #jj maybank x you #JJ Maybank x reader #JJ Maybank outer banks #JJ Maybank obx #OBX #Outer Banks #Outer Banks Fic #JJ Maybank Fic #JJ Maybank Imagine #Outer Banks Imagine #masterlist #the other masterlist #should I write this as a series? #I mean... #it feels like more could be added #but I don't know #I have at least four stories going on in my brain right now #three that I started nearly a year ago now and haven't updated #but this is so relevant #lol #we'll see #taglist #tag list #Outer Banks Tag List

[trashcatsnark]

thoughts on edens gate and fucking (long post, is mess)

Okay, so I’ve seen some takes about which is folks saying they don’t think the Seeds fuck. Some have been chill valid peeps, others have been less chill. 

Now I’m a dumb bitch who lacks the ability to shut up, so i decided to put my opinion out there. And to clarify, cause I always feel the need to, this is exactly that. It is my opinion which is worth however much you decide. My opinion does not invalidate yours and yours does not invalidate mine. At the end of the day, how we interpret characters in a vidya game is purely subjective and has no bearing on real life. It’s all just fun times, my dudes. 

This is gonna be long as fuck, so strap in folks

So, that being said, a lot of the reasons people are on the “peggies/the seeds don’t fuck” is because of this supposed No Fornication rule in the cult. However, in my own personal play through (which I might have missed who knows) the only evidence I find of this is through Hurk’s dialogue and sometimes a peggie will call you a fornicator in kind of an insulty way. Again, maybe I missed a note somewhere? Who knows, but these are the only indicators I’ve found/experienced.

However, I don’t think that’s a true indicator of the rule being legitimate and in place. As I said before in a more shitposty context, I think it is perfectly within reason that they may have told Hurk that there is a no fornication rule, because if you remember Hurk is a pervert. I think it is perfectly believable that they would tell him that to either A) make him stop hitting on every woman in the cult or B) to drive him away from the cult when they realized he’s gross. And before you say, “well the cult wants as many people as possible, they wouldn’t lie to drive him away just cause they didn’t like him.” Hurk has a line where he says, his buddies were being kidnapped, for some reason the cult didn’t take him. Hurk is an acquired taste of a human being and the cult is not a fan. 

As far as the insult goes, maybe that’s an indicator they don’t like fornication, I guess that might hold water. But, as I’ll explain in a bit, Peggies also say shit that contradicts that. So, I think it could just be as simple as that one peggie thinks we’re a fucking pervert. Hell at John’s ranch there is apparently a peggie who will say they think the deputy’s sin is lust, so maybe that peggie thought so too. 

So, now onto evidence that at least is as legitmate as those two things and goes against them. Note; I will not be mentioning Absolution in any of this, that book is not canonical and contradicts the game in many ways. I may like to borrow from it when I write, but that’s just a personal preference, the book is not canon in anyway shape or form. 

But, Sharky talks about John fucking. He has a line where he jokes that John has gotten the clap so many times, it became a standing ovation. Now, that could just be Sharky being a shit head, could be rumors, whatever. But, I think it hold as much water as what Hurk says, they’re both oddly lovable fuckin idiots. But take it with a grain of salt or dismiss if you want, I don’t control you. 

Secondly, and more damning in my opinion, is male peggies will mention keeping prisoners for breeding. Like????? If Edens Gate was so anti-sex, why the hell would peggies even mention that idea? Once the earth has been purged of sin, they’ll suddenly be allowed to fuck to procreate and fuck non-consenting parties as well? That seems extremely suspicious to me. 

Thirdly, there is a event? action? whatever that triggers sometimes in game where you will find a male peggie dragging a female civilian/resistance member by the ankle in the woods to some location to do something. Me and my friends who have played have seen this over and over again, and it is always a man peggie dragging a woman. Never has it spawned with the genders reversed, never has it spawned with members of the same gender. Now, does this mean for absolute certainty that man peggies are gonna do something sexual and non-consensual to the lady? No, men can do bad things to woman that aren’t sexual. And that can also happen with any combination of gender. However, that mixed with the idea that male peggies want prisoners to breed, I’mma file that under suspicious. 

Also, I’m pretty sure couples have joined the cult, obviously they’re prepared for babies in the bunkers, since John says in a letter to Nick and Kim that they’ve prepared things for babies and mothers. 

And maybe you hear all that and you go, no Snark, I still don’t buy it. There is no fornication rule in the cult, i will die on this hill, The peggies and the Seeds don’t fuck. And you know, maybe fornication is frowned upon in Eden’s Gate, maybe it is bad. And the peggies only mean to breed to repopulate once the collapse has passed or just for in the bunkers. 

But does that mean the Seeds listen to that rule? 

Maybe, maybe not. Cult leaders and religious figures as a whole, aren’t known for being reliable. In fact, a lot of ‘em are hypocrites. Tracey, granted not about sex, even says she saw through the Eden’s Gate bullshit because the Seeds are hypocrites. She says, the peggies weren’t allowed to be angry, but the Seeds were. And this didn’t change until the peggies anger was convenient for the cult and could be weaponized. Who says how deep that hypocrisy runs?

 And this is where I start to narrow in on John, because I think he exemplifies this shit the most. John has by far been the most hoed out Seed in this fandom. Even if he’s not the one you personally thot for, he’s the one most are willing to say is a very sexual person. And there’s canon backing to this, he’s in canon hinted to have some sort of attraction to the deputy, Adelaide sexualizes him. The closest one after that is probably Faith and for her it always is more focused on men sexualizing her, not her herself being a sexual person. 

Beyond that, the Book of Joseph (which while imo much for canon then absolution can still be argued how much is true) but it talks about John having struggled with his vices; namely drugs and sex. And that supposedly following the path of Eden’s Gate, absolving himself of his sins, he is now free of those vices. . 

But is he?

John is modeled largely after televangelists, who have a big history of being discovered to be criminals or sex perverts, just saying. In the Book of Joseph, Joseph talks about John being a chameleon. He puts on a face, he gives you that smile, he tells you whatever will make you say yes. 

A large idea in John’s storyline is that he still struggles with giving in to sin. Joseph tells him, he’s letting his sin ruin the baptism. But he’s supposedly absolved of all sins? So absolved that he absolves others? How does that make sense? Spoiler alert, John’s still a sinful man. His entire character is the idea of someone who pretends and presents himself as being this holy baptist, who shows you how to wash away sins, how to scrub yourself of vices, but is himself proof that it doesn’t work.

So, isn’t it possible, that he still struggles with and at times indulges with his vices? Sure, maybe he doesn’t wanna upset the project and Joseph, didn’t stop him from giving into wrath and trying to kill the deputy in the end. Didn’t stop any of the heralds in fact. 

I think it is completely valid and believable to think behind the scenes John is struggling and failing more with his vices than we realize. I don’t think it’s farfetched to believe John or any of the Seeds will tell you not to do something they do. They’re hypocrites, John shows this the most clearly and is the most logical one for it to potentially center around sex. But literally the entire game shows you why they’re all full of shit. 

Quite frankly, the only one who’s even close to honest is probaby Jacob who basically straight up tells you like “I don’t even fucking know if this god shit is real, but I think the world sucks and is gonna end, so fuck it”  And even he still has some hypocrisy, especially if you compare his ideology to what we supposedly see as being Eden’s Gate beliefs. But that’s a 9 page rant for another day.  But uh, in summary cause this is long enough. The Seeds and Peggies might fuck and thats cool. So if you write/art the seeds being whores, you’re fucking valid, go off. And if you don’t, you’re also valid. If you made it this far through this horrifically unplanned, meandering, mess of bullshit; gold star for you!. 

#far cry 5 #fc5 #this is a mess #snark being a dumb

[typicalmidnightsoul]

Home video fic

My first prompt fic. This was requsted by  @ Dayanna_Cahill_Fray_Chase and @my-fan-side. Nesta discovers a home video which she watches with her sister basically.

The edits are basically a story board so plz check that out I wasn’t going to post these but my cousin made me <3 Love ya cuz.

If you have anymore prompts feel free to send them to me <3

Cassian woke up trying to reach for Nesta but instead finding a cold side of bed. He had gone to the rooftop pool with Nesta and safe to say they had a…rough night. He pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard, the bathroom door was open giving him a full view of his fiancé’s back in that pretty white bathing suit. She was putting on mascara, her clothes on the heating rack in the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“Starbucks then my old house. It’s about time I cleared that place up.”

He grimaced, the old house as in the villa she grew up in that have reminders of her dead parents.

He started getting up only to have Nesta push him down, “You didn’t get much sleep last night,” She started fixing her bandanna in the mirror, “Stay. I’ll see you later.”

He rolled his eyes, “You didn’t get much sleep either.”

“That’s why I’m going to Starbucks,” She winked and trotted down the stairs leaving.

Well then he could also get Starbucks.

------

She was waiting in the line, scrolling through Instagram not bothering to look behind her. As she got to the front she smiled at the barista,

“Hey could I have-” a hand came around her waist.

“Caramel macchiato, Venti with extra whip, please.”

The barista smiled, “And for you sir?”

Cassian smiled, “me? Well-“

“He wants a Venti iced hazelnut macchiato, no whip and light ice.”

“Names?”

Cassian pinched her waist, “Nessie and Cassian.”

Nesta threw him a harsh look.

They moved along to the end.

“What are you doing here?”

“Helping you clear up your parent’s villa.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You know sweetheart you chug down coffee like its water I don’t think it’s healthy.”

“Shut up Cassian.”

The baristo handed their drinks to them giving Nesta a flirtatious smile which Nesta returned only to piss Cassian off.

Cassian growled.

She pulled him out of the coffeehouse before he could make a scene.

“Did you bring your car?” she asked him, because she hadn’t, she was planning on taking an uber.

He grunted a response she assumed was a yes.

As they got to his car, he opened the car door for her but didn’t look at her. She rolled her eyes.

She got in his black Bentley, as he got in next to her she pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Baby.”

No answer, “Baby!”

“Yes?” He turned, his lips so close to hers.

“I love you.” She pressed her lips to his, it always worked.

As she sat back, his hand went on her thigh.

“Are you sure you should be going there wearing that, babe? I mean as gorgeous as you look, will you be able to move around in it?”

She looked down at her baby blue Bardot tie front and high waist shorts.

“You’d be surprised sweetie.”

As they pulled up to the rustic villa Nesta sighed. Home.

She jogged up to the front door and opened it.

After all the Archeron sisters had moved out with their respective boyfriends and their father…passed the house was left the exact same way. She assumed it was an Archeron thing as after her mother died everything was left the same in her chambers as well.

She sipped her coffee.

“I’ll get started on clearing up the cellar babe, you get started upstairs ok?”

She mindlessly nodded heading upstairs; she had somewhere she needed to go. Something that was begging her attention.

She trotted down the marble hallway into her mother’s second room. The room she didn’t share with her father that she slept more and more in after their marriage was breaking. She went in and gasped. If Nesta didn’t know better she’d think her mother had gone to a party, because the room was immaculate, but still somehow like her mother.

Her mother’s perfume slanted on the table as if she’d just used it, her coat slung over her arm chair, a corner of her duvet folded over.

Her eyes got watery at the jewellery box on her mother’s dressing table.

She opened the box and sighed at the tune playing which she always sung along too and did so now.

“…and when you speak angels sing from above and every word seems to turn into love songs. Give your heart and soul to me and life will always be-”

She broke off at the twin bracelets in the box. She had given it her mother, when she was 13, in the morning for safekeeping because school wouldn’t allow it and forgot to get it back.

White gold chain bracelets with white gold hearts on them. She slid the bracelets on and underneath them, now out in the open from their absence were…pen drives. They had a gold geometric stick.

She giggled at how classy her mother is. Was. Her smile faded.

But what would her mother need to hide in a pen drive in her jewellery box of all places. Footsteps coming upstairs, she slipped the pen drives inside her pocket and closed the jewellery box.

Hands on her waist, lips skimming her neck.

“Clearing up, baby?”

She turned, “I was just about to start.”

“Oh really?” he looked around, “Who’s room was this?”

“My mom’s chambers, her second room.”

“Funny how she left everything for you. You must’ve been her favourite.”

“I was.”

They had countless arguments on this. Him defending Feyre and Elain, her standing her own ground. He was under the impression that Feyre was a villain in her story. She was. And Cassian wouldn’t accept that. He tried to justify Feyre’s actions. Nesta ended up not talking to him for 4 days, because on that topic she never argued for too long, just shut down.

This is why he didn’t push an argument today. She was trying to fix the bond between her sisters. But when the wound is fresh it doesn’t heal as quickly.

She was meeting them tomorrow. Ugh.

At least Cress would be there.

“My heads hurting I wanna go home.” He nodded and led her downstairs. As they got in the car Nesta felt like a hole was burning her pocket.

“Babe you ok?” He asked.

She nodded. Looking back onto the clear expanse of her childhood estate.

“You weren’t wearing those bracelets when we went in. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear those.”

She smiled, “I was getting in the car for high school and mum came out to give me my watch and she said, ‘Nesta jewellery isn’t allowed at school’ so I gave these for here to keep safe and forgot to take it back, she’s kept it safe for 11 years.”

He reached over and kissed her cheek. “They look amazing on you.”

-----

She clicked off her phone and tried to pull her brown mini skirt lower.

“Cresseida says she’s still on her flight from Manhattan. She should be here in a couple of hours.” Feyre and Elain both nodded, Elain stood.

“Want coffee?” Feyre nodded.

“Wait, Elain it’s my house I’ll-” Elain waved her off getting out three mugs. Nesta went and sat opposite Feyre.

“No need to make anything I have a stash of frappe’s in the fridge.”

Elain put the cups away and started picking out flavours.

Nesta took a deep breath.

“So I went to our old villa with Cassian yesterday…” Elain stopped her rattling of the bottles, Feyre sat up, “And I found these from mom’s old jewellery box.” She took out the pen drives.

“Cute. Have you seen what’s in them?” Feyre asked.

“No I thought I’d show you guys as well, just in case it’s a list of bad people.”

Feyre chuckled, “You watch Blacklist too much.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and got her projector out.

Elain came passing around the glass bottles she had topped with whipped cream and red straws.

Feyre gave Nesta a look.

“What? I brought this projector and literally haven’t used it since.”

She plugged it in.

A video started playing.

“Momma I can’t reach!”

A woman came into the shot, picking up the little girl in the middle of the orchid.  

“It’s ok sweetie! Mama’s here.” She picked out the lemons and handed one.

A male voice from behind the camera said, “Nesta look at the camera darling!”

The woman turned showing her pregnant tummy and pointing the camera out to Nesta.

“Daddy I want to pick a lemon.”

The camera was passed onto to someone else and Randolph Archeron ran to Nesta taking her from his wife and placing her behind his head. Nesta picked a lemon and giggled showing it to her mother who was behind her. Adelaide took the lemon from her and went on her tip toes. Nesta leaning back to kiss her mother on the lips.

The video froze for a few seconds.

“Nesta what is-” Elain asked.

“It’s a home video, from when we were younger.”

Feyre glued her eyes back to the wall.

The video changed.

Nesta, Adelaide and Feyre were picking and posing with oranges. Elain holding the camera.

“Smile!!!!” her voice said.

Nesta dropped an orange.

“OMG Nesta!” Elain shrieked, “You’re ruing my shot!”

Nesta picked up the orange, “Ok geez.”

Feyre had started peeling the orange in her hand causing their mother to burst into laughter at Elain’s shriek.

Again another video slid in, a longer one this time.

“Come on Feyre!” Nesta shouted.

“Cominggg.” The camera started running towards Nesta and Elain.

“We were really cute,” Elain said.

Feyre nodded, “I can’t believe she kept these. Where even are we?”

“In Verona I think.” Nesta said.

They were wearing hats too big for their heads.

Elain stopped.

“Dad can I go with you I’m tired.”

Randolph chuckled from behind the camera and held out his hand.

“You were such a daddy’s girl,” Nesta said to Elain.

Elain swiped cream on Nesta’s cheek.

“Get Cassian to lick that off later.”

“Idiot.”

“Come on Fey,” Adelaide picked up Feyre and took Nesta’s hand.

She took their hats off, and held them.

They made their way through the tomato fields into the house. Nesta took the camera from Feyre and ran into the hall. She set the camera down on a counter and started dancing on her own.

“What are you doing Nes?” Adelaide came and picked Nesta up giving her a piggyback; Nesta giggled and clutched her tight.

“She loved you a lot,” Elain looked at Nesta, who was staring at the screen. She didn’t answer, unable to at the longing in Elain’s voice and in Feyre’s eyes. They had always been their father’s child; Nesta had always belonged to her mother. She had stayed with her mother till the end.

Little Nesta in the video said to her mother, “Where’s Feyre?!”

Her mother chuckled, “I don’t know sweetie.”

“Let’s find out, we shall go on a secret mission,” She took the camera off the counter and shoved in her mother’s hands,

“You hold the camera.”

“Oop, ok wait for me,” They ran through the house hiding next to the door look into the kitchen. Feyre had taken out an easel and had started painting.

“Honestly, she’s already started painting, Help me God,” Adelaide laughed at mini Nesta’s sass.

Nesta burst through the door, “Oh Feyre, whatcha doing?”

Feyre looked up and grabbed Nesta, “Good thing you’re here Nes, I needed someone to paint.”

Nesta flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder, “Of course.”

After a few minutes of Nesta fidgeting, Feyre screamed at her to "Sit still Nesta!!" But Nesta kept on looking over at what Elain was doing in the garden.

Adelaide sat down on the kitchen table, the camera jolting.

The video flicked to the next one.

Adelaide was walking up the stairs.

“We seem to have a messy situation downstairs. Proceeding with caution.” She flipped the camera hiding on the landing to show Randolph and his 3 daughters making cookies, Nesta as the first person to notice squealing,

“Momma!!” She ran into her arms smearing her with flour and icing.

“You smell like cookie dough!!!”

Their cookie making continued, throwing flour at each other.

The clip ended. Another one rolled.

“Welcome to our house tour at night.” Adelaide started.

Adelaide started walking through explaining the pictures on the wall.

“There’s me and the girls. Me and Nesta. Randolph with a very tired Nesta. Aw, look at my baby. Nesta with Oliver. Good god if he wasn’t like a brother to her then I would’ve predicted these two would’ve got married.” She laughed, “Well the guy who does get married to Nesta must be a really lucky man. There’s Feyre with her canvas look at her artist in the making. Elain with her flowers that she grew herself, my little gardener!” She moved along to some other picture her voice growing less fond, “Mine and Randolph’s wedding pictures, our anniversary. Lord knows where he is nowadays.” She went quiet, “Anyway let’s check on the little ones the nanny must have put them to sleep.”

She went into a big room, where Nesta was sleeping. The room was light and airy with fairy lights on the wall and Polaroid pictures.

“There’s my baby,” she caressed a hand down Nesta’s face pressing a kiss to her face. Nesta wriggled.

“Goodnight baby.”

She moved into another room, a pink one this time, “There’s baby Elain with her little elf doll.” Elain lay in a plush pink bed in the middle clutching onto a knitted elf doll. Her mother fixed her covers and pressed a kiss to her head.

The next room was covered in with plush toys, the walls covered with stuck on paintings she did at school and at home.

Feyre was still wearing her apron. Adelaide tutted, placing the camera on the desk and holding up a sleeping mini Feyre getting her out of the apron. She put her back to sleep and pulled the covers over her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead as well.

She looked at the camera.

“Can’t wait till they grow up. Hopefully they won’t turn out like me or Randolph. Oh Lord just let them be happy. Especially Nesta. I overheard her telling her teddy that “Daddy doesn’t love her,” I hope she finds someone who does. Who chooses her and keeps on choosing her every day. And this one-” she stroked Feyre, “she should get out from behind that easel every once in a while, just like how Elain needs someone who will be gentle with her as she is gentle with her flowers. I’ll probably show this video to my grandkids, embarrass their mums.” She laughed at the thought.

A door opened and shut.

“Randolph’s here. Let’s find out where he’s been. So bye future and old me and Nesta, Elain and Feyre. I love all of you.”

The video clicked off.

Nesta was toying with her ring. Tears slipping down her face as she knew it was slipping down Elain and Feyre’s. Her mum would have loved Cassian. Well, maybe not at first but…yes she really would have. She smiled at her sisters. Not being able to say anything.  

-------

She had showed Cassian, obviously.

And he’d…well.

He was a fan of their mother.

And then she’d started crying,

“Baby, are you ok?”

“I miss her.”

“well couldn’t we get all those pictures she was talking about in the video and bring it here.”

She hadn’t thought of that, “But the house is in Verona.”

“Book tickets for us tomorrow so we can go the day after.”

She paused for a minute then squealed,

“Baby, baby!! You are the best.” She kissed him deeply.

She broke away smiling mischievously down at him.

“Can we take the yacht?”

She squealed again kissing him even deeper.

Tags: @skychild29​ @my-fan-side​

#nessian fanfic #nesta archeron #feyre #rhysand #cassian #nessian #elain #prythian #acotar #famfic #fanfic #sister #sister bonding

[elodiegarner]

ELODIE CAMILLE GARNER  ⁏  thirty-three  ○  investigative journalist for crystal city times  ○  mystic point.

❝ WATCH YOUR TOUNGE AROUND HER. SHE WILL BEAR HER FANGS AND TEAR YOU APART WITH ALL THE GRACE OF A QUEEN. ❞

⇨  aesthetics ⍮ dresses of black lace and velvet, the scent of chanel perfume lingering in the air as she floats past, blood-red fingertips coiled around the grip of a fountain pen, red-bottomed heels clicking against marble floors, rose gold highlighter shimmering along the height of prominent cheekbones, a svelte frame that is shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue, peach roses in a vase on the window sill, a sense of freedom and carelessness when dancing, deft fingers stained with charcoal and oil paint, the melodic chime of piano keys, delicate digits adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across full rose lips, long chocolate locks blowing in the cool breeze of a summer’s evening, battered books with dog-eared pages, the silvery glint of old scar tissue, ripped leather jackets and worn jeans, & ribbed turtlenecks.

HEYOOO !! s’up buttercups ?? ‘tis i, your friendly neighbourhood loser chrissie, and i’m super duper excited to be here among all you fab human beings !! this here is my precious bby angel elodie and i adore her with my whole entire being. she’s a rather feisty, sassy ball of curiosity and mild rage, oop ?? excuse her blunt nature ; she’s a genuine softy deep down inside. she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. also beauty, grace, will punch you in the face. plot-wise, i’m 100% down for literally anything and everything so come at me with whatcha got !! i’m always diggity down to spit ball ideas and form some dope connections so pls feel free to invade my ims or discord ( chrissie.#9606 ) to brainstorm. if ya wanna, go ahead and light up that lil grey heart and i’ll shimmy my irish butt into your ims to discuss plots and all that good stuff. anywho, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we ??

FUNDAMENTALS.

full name. elodie camille garner.

nicknames. el / els.

current age. thirty-three.

birthday. february 6th, 1987.

gender. cisgender female.

pronouns. she / her.

nationality. french.

religion. catholic.

hometown. paris, france.

past residences. marseille, france, & manhattan, nyc, united states.

current residence. mystic point, crystal city, united states.

sexual orientation. heterosexual.

romantic orientation. demiromantic.

education. journalism degree obtained from nyu.

occupation. investigative journalist at crystal city times.

CONNECTIONS.

birth mother. adelaide garner. †

birth father. edward garner. †

full blood siblings. louis garner.

maternal grandmother. celeste dupont. †

maternal grandfather. alexandre dupont. 

paternal grandmother. stephanie garner.

paternal grandfather. gary garner. †

maternal aunts. amelie dupont.

paternal aunts. rebecca garner.

maternal uncles. raphael dupont.

paternal uncles. n/a. 

significant other. gabriel bonneville. †

children. n/a.

pets. n/a.

PROFICIENCIES.

spoken languages. english, french, spanish, italian, & german.

negative traits. flighty, obstinate, assertive, brazen, & destructive.

positive traits. sagacious, alluring, headstrong, elegant, & vehement.

strengths. etiquette, resourcefulness, knowledgeable, quick-thinker, original, brainstorming, charismatic, & energetic.

weaknesses. argumentative, insensitive, intolerant, finds it difficult to focus, & dislikes practical matters.

skills. memory recall, investigating, physical stamina, able to use initiative, & excellent problem-solving abilities.

talents. violin, piano, languages, writing, & photographic memory.

APPEARANCE.

eye colour. light brown with hazel flecks.

hair colour. natural, dark, chocolate brown.

height. five feet, seven inches.

weight. 57 kg.

build. she is considered slightly above average height for a female and is both slender and toned, with slight curvature.

scars. a rather noticeable one across her clavicle and a few others in less visible places.

tattoos. n/a.

piercings. earlobes.

glasses. yes, but usually wears contacts.

prominent feature. full, plump lips.

MISCELLANEOUS.

zodiac. aquarius.

element. air.

house. ravenclaw.

myers briggs type. entp-a.

alignment. chaotic good.

enneagram. type eight.

temperament. choleric.

intelligence type. interpersonal.

character label. the orphic.

past mental disorders. acute stress disorder, depression, & anxiety.

current mental disorders. undiagnosed.

addictions. tobacco, & alcohol.

vices. lust, greed, & wrath.

virtues. temperance, kindness, & humility.

allergies. penicillin.

diet. vegetarian.

accent. french with an undertone of american.

dominant hand. ambidextrous.

blood type. o negative.

felonies. n/a.

vehicle. red 1966 shelby 427 cobra.

BACKGROUND.

TRIGGERS. childbirth death, child abuse, infertility, domestic violence, poison, murder, & death.

Born in the winter of 1987, an innocent baby girl entered the capital of France to a French mother and an English father. Though she’d come into this world placid and silent, her birth was far from being an ode to her future. Instead of the welcoming arms and loving smile of her mother, the first sight Elodie witnessed was the weeping of her father. It wasn’t long until his tears turned into angry fists and hatred shining in dark eyes. This was the only form of her father that Elodie knew — he only element of him she could recall. From the instant she was old enough to figure it out, she knew that her father despised her just as she knew her mother had died giving birth to her.

     Despite leading an obscenely lavish and excessive lifestyle, Elodie was a lonely child; starved of love from her father or even companionship from her brother. As a result of her father’s hatred toward her, Elodie spent her days alone — roaming around the vast house, occupying her childish mind with simple games of hide and seek. Except, she knew no one would ever look for her. Elodie was an outcast in her own family and often wished she had died in place of her mother. She’d spent her entire childhood into her teenage years aiming to please her father. She could play various instruments, speak a handful of languages fluently, recite every Victor Hugo poem word for word. Yet, still, she went unnoticed and neglected by him. All Elodie had ever wanted was to find her place, to fit in, to be cared for. Instead, all she’d got was left behind, disregarded and deemed a burden.

     By the time Elodie turned thirteen, she had begun to develop a deep-rooted hatred and resentment for her father. A loathing so strong that bubbled up deep inside her following years upon years of unfair treatment. Soon, she started acting out — going against her father’s wishes, rebelling and causing trouble. If he was to hate her for no reason, then she would give him a reason. It was through the girl’s behaviour that she found herself shipped off to Marseille to live with her aunt and uncle. It was during this time that within a blink of an eye that Elodie turned hostile and indifferent. As if she had transformed into the polar opposite version of what she’d always been; converting into an alternate version of her former self.

     Comparatively, Elodie’s life with her uncle had been no different to her life with her father. Her time in Marseille had been no walk in the park. Her aunt was a vain, unfeeling woman, unable to conceive a child of her own. Her uncle: an angry, offhand man who often resorted to acts of violence toward his wife, and, eventually, Elodie. From no age, all the girl had known was neglect, hatred and the feeling of being unwanted. Naturally, this was all it had taken for Elodie to turn into a cold, less vibrant girl who became void of emotion and attachment. At least, until she’d turned twenty and had fallen in love with a young accountant named Gabriel.

     At first, their relationship had been innocent and genuine. Gabriel had been the first person to show Elodie an ounce of affection and admiration. Most importantly, he respected her. Without a shadow of a doubt, it was Gabriel’s kindness that had reeled her in; rendering her unable to see the change in his behaviour until it was too late. They married quite quickly — both twenty-two at the time. For the first few months of their marriage, things had been as tranquil as they’d ever been. Gabriel had showered Elodie with love and gifts; treated her the best that she’d ever been treated in her entire life. Then, suddenly, and swiftly, things had taken a nosedive and soon, Gabriel had turned cruel and merciless. He’d hurt her then he’d be the one to shed the tears — claiming his sincere apologies and promising never to lay a finger upon her ever again.

     Fast forward, two more years and countless beatings later, Gabriel had failed to maintain his promises. If anything, his actions had grown much more violent and ruthless. Then twenty-four and having suffered years of her husband’s abuse, Elodie had grown weary and slowly — that deep-seated rage began to boil inside her. It was only a matter of time before she retaliated. Whilst Gabriel left for a while on a business trip, Elodie managed to breathe a sigh of relief at her husband’s absence until a week later when he arrived back in her life. And in that same instance, so was her brother, Louis, with news of their father’s passing.

     Since the death of their father, Elodie’s brother had taken over their family business and out of their father’s clutches, Louis sought his sister out; soon realising the abuse she had been enduring. In fact, it had been her very brother who gave Elodie the poison that she would later use to kill her husband. Concocting a plan to murder Gabriel with the aid of the ricin her brother had provided her with, Elodie had taken action a couple of weeks later. Lacing a glass of red wine with the toxin, Elodie sat back and watched her husband guzzle the liquid down; hours later falling into a severe illness of which she offered to nurse him through all the while knowing that his impending death was inevitable.

     Rendered unable to lash out, Gabriel slowly but surely declined in health until finally, his lungs and kidneys reached failure — resulting in his imminent death. But before this had taken place, Elodie’s brother had helped her flee France mere days before her husband drew his last breath. In fear of falling under any kind of suspicion should Gabriel’s poisoning become uncovered, Elodie wound up in New York City where she laid low for the first few months. For the first year of her residing in the city, Elodie worked as a barmaid whilst attending university, studying a journalism degree.

     After she graduated, Elodie wound up moving to Mystic Point where she moved into a home near the water; working as an investigative journalist at Crystal City Times. Luckily, her secret has remained undiscovered thus far and for obvious reasons, Elodie would prefer to keep her wrongdoing under wraps. Her life might not be ideal but it has given her a second chance, offering her the security and monetary gain she’d lacked throughout her life in Paris. Although she’s been through a lot of adversities, Elodie doesn’t let any of the incidents from her past define her or hold her back. Throughout it all, she learned to look out for herself, to stand up for herself and how to continue surviving even if she was going through hell. She’ll never call herself a victim or bend to anybody’s will ever again.

WANTED PLOTS.

give me all of the connections from friends, frenemies, enemies, hookups, exes, rivals and everything else in between. added bonus if there’s angst or drama. if you have anything in mind feel free to throw it at me, i’m open to the majority of things and have zero triggers so come at me bro !! below you can find some connections i’d love for my bby :

when friends become enemies. maybe this person and elodie were friends from paris that she hung around with and got involved in reckless behaviour with. or maybe this person was someone elodie befriended during her university years. or they could be someone that elodie met when she moved to crystal city. under whichever circumstance they met, one fact remains: the two are no longer on friendly terms. they were once close and trusted each other with anything but now, there is obvious hostility. perhaps there was a betrayal, blackmail, a breach of trust, lack of communication, a simple misunderstanding. whatever it was that cracked this relationship is set in stone and is unlikely to ever go back to how it once was. some things are just too broken to be mended.

you’re in my veins. elodie has always had bad habits. has always gravitated to toxicity like a moth to a flame. thus, it would be safe to assume that 90% of her relationships have also been bad for her. the broken element inside her always found itself magnetised to the darkness in people. more especially, attracted to people she knew were no good for her. though, in the end, elodie would always manage to break free and leave these people behind. however, there was always this one person she couldn’t seem to stay away from. she met them when she moved to crystal city and instantly she knew they would break her heart yet it didn’t deter her from continuing to crawl back to him. these two have what can only be described as a toxic relationship. neither is good for the other yet neither can seem to walk away.

if you don’t have enemies, you don’t have character. of course, it goes without saying that elodie is the kind of woman who could make enemies for herself very easily. due to her sarcastic and distant nature, it would be safe to assume she has quite a few enemies and rivals. though this particular person would be the enemy of all enemies. somebody that she cannot abide and someone who cannot abide her either. they can’t stand the sight of each other and refuse to share the same space unless absolutely necessary. otherwise, there’s a massive chance of a fight outbreaking between them. there could be a history between them that has brought about their hostile nature toward each other. or they could simply dislike each other for no real known reason other than a sense they get from the other. bonus points if they’re crime affiliated!

#childbirth death / #child abuse / #infertility / #domestic violence / #poison / #murder / #death /

[scarlettkat86]

FC5 GFH Tag!

Tagged by @chyrstis ty bb💜

My brain instantly emptied when I saw this tag. Hopefully I got it working enough to give y'all Lo as a GFH.

Loralai Dale Jones (GFH)

With Fangs for Hire

Boomer: "Bebee booms!" "Who's the bestest boy? You are!"

Peaches: starts singing pussy cat by bridge city sinners

"How bout a treat for that catitude eh? Wouldn't wanna end up like those peggies."

Cheeseburger: *offers hand and ear scratch* "hope you don't mind some fruits for a snack, I'd like to see you around for a long time big guy"

"hey cheesie, think I could ride on your back into battle? No?"

With other Guns for Hire

Sharky: *checking him out as he joins the team* "dammit, forgot my 'caution: wet floor' sign"

*high fives and secret handshake before shouting "team loshaw in the house!"

*sharky turns on radio. Set those sinners free starts playing.* "this is such a Johnny Cash knock off but goddamn it's good." * Starts singing off key and slaps his hand before he can turn it off.*

Adelaide: "Hey Ads, why's Jacob not on the 'any hole' list?"

*if adelaide is talking bad of hurk jr* "I'm all outta Bitch b gone spray, but these hands can show you what happens when you don't have anything kind to say."

"Im 100% certain I didnt need that image. Now I can't go back to the marina."

Jess *after watching her stealth kill a chosen and two judges in seconds* "I think you're lady boner is showing."

*while waiting* "You know sometimes I wish you'd talk more, but I'm learning the beauty of being one with natur-" *one of Jess' arrows hit the tree beside her head* "Fuck. I don't know if I'm afraid or horny right now. Both. I think both." Jess smirks, barely visible, but its there.

Nick Hey nick, wanna make a deal? *scratches beard* "Depends what you got in mind"

"Free flying lessons in exchange for painting a giant dick onto John's plane?" She rambles on about her plan and he agrees.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I found some of that old baby stuff the peggies took in a bunker a while back, tell Kim I'll be by this weekend."

Hurk Jr. Always greets her as ElDeeJay *finger guns* "Hurkinator!"

After a fight* Hurk runs over to her "Are you alright amigo?" *clutches scrape on her head* "first of all, did you see that peggie get launched? Amazing, and i think he's still in the tree!! Secondly, don't ever aim that rocket near me again or I'll throw you off a cliff."

Grace: *first time meeting her* "wow, you're gorgeous."

"sick shot! Think you could give me lessons?"

"I can sense your an honest person. Glad to have you at my back."

In combat:

•seeing an enemy: "the big ones mine."

•sneaking: "one two Lo is coming for you..."

•killing an enemy: "this never gets easier." "It's my life or yours!" "Think I strik have brain on my boots. Disgusting."

•Reviving: "I'll be there lickety split!" "You're not dying on my watch."

•Hurt: "sonofabitch!!owww." "I'm fine, it's just, a scratch." "Come on! Push through the pain, just a few more."

•Downed: "Take your time, I've got all day. Just bleeding out here." "Fuckfuckfuck" *vision blackened* "I don't see a light. That's.. that's a good thing, right?"

Driving:

If asked to drive: "Buckle up mother fuckers!" "You can totally trust me behind the wheel."

Reckless driving: "cheese on a cracker!" "Who the fuck taught you to drive? A blind man?" "Watch out, I don't want to meet a fiery death at the bottom of a cliff!"

•Changing the radio stations:

Faith's music *exaggerated yawning* "Nope, no, nein, I can't."

*oh John while riding with grace. Making up lyrics* Oh lawd!! Beauty and Grace! She's putting bullets in each and every peggies face!"

Idle:

• If you haven't tried Chad's grill, you've gotta. Don't be put off by the whole roadkill thing. It's fresh, it's delicious. Here feeds the whitetails. I mean have you seen Eli? That's a piece of meat I could sink my teeth into...."

•I wasn't born here in Montana, don't remember much of Tennessee. I do remember always going for hikes to local waterfalls or fishing with my dad there. Was a little more dense, a little less serene... man, I wish he'd of had a chance to see this place.

•Can't stand sitting around. Anyone wanna go for a run? No one?

Location specific:

•In the Whitetail Mountains: "Nothing makes my skin crawl quite like those wolf beacons. Faith has nothing on Jacob when it comes to psychological horrors."

•At Fall's End: So glad to see this place outta John's hands. Im not much for religion but I try to stop by to see Pastor Jerome often. Mans got some interesting stories from his time in service, and history of Hope County.

•Near any Clutch Nixon mission: Greatest or stupidest stuntman of all time. I tried the Baptism of fire one time. Lost an eyebrow, took two years for the burnt hair on the side of my head to grow back normal and broke my arm but man. It was thrilling.

Tagging: @goodboiboomer-fc5 @wewillryesagain @minilev @theblissburns @nightwingshero @jacobmybeloved if yall wanna.. sorry for any double tags, maybe you have a 2nd fc5 oc to share? No obligations though! I took... forever to find this in my drafts :/

#fc5 #oc: loralai dale jones #dep as a gfh #tag #long post #sorry no access to desktop rn #can't believe i forgot about this

[ayma-nidiot]

“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fic Chapter 14

This chapter on AO3 can be found here.

Chapter 14 - Interesting History

“Hey.”

Rex waved off the kid who tried to poke him and continued his nap.

The kid knew just what to say to wake Rex up. “I beat you, Rex Raptor. Give me your rarest card.”

“Waaaaah!” The dino duelist was now awake. “No, you can’t have my Serpent Night Dragon! ...Oh, Espa Roba. Fancy meeting you here.”

“Well, of course! I’m just one of many students who has this ancient history class.”

Rex looked around. Unlike his freshman comp class, this classroom was a great hall, with every seat taken. “There has to be at least 100 students here!”

“Try 300. Then again, class does start in five minutes.”

“Aww, man…” Rex stretched until he felt fully awake. “At least I got some rest for myself and the little one.”

“What do you mean?”

At this point, Rex was used to telling everyone and got quite tired of it. “I’m intersexed. Oh, and I’m five months pregnant, by the way.” He showed off his baby bump.

“That’s a bit hard to believe.” 

“Not as hard to believe as your phony psychic powers.” Rex felt another kick. “See, even my kid thinks so.”

“Pssh, whatever.”

“By the way, how are things?”

Somehow, Espa knew what Rex was talking about. “I-If it’s about Mako, then… uh… we…”

“That was actually more of a general ‘how are things.’ But I’m glad things are working out for you.”

“...We did it once.”

“Whaaaat? You did? When?”

“It was last night, in the back of his car. In a deserted church parking lot, mind you. And even though it was the first time for both of us, he was rather good at it. It hardly even hurt.” Espa’s face turned as red as a cherry. “...I can’t believe I’m telling the worst duelist in all of Domino City this. Though I haven’t confessed to Mako yet.”

Rex turned serious for once, and gave Espa a consolation pat on the back. “Well, my man, you’ve already taken a great first step. You’re adorable as heck. How could he not fall for you?”

“Th-Thanks, I suppose.” Espa turned around when he heard the door open. “Lookit, the professor just arrived. He’s one of the most popular professors at this university, so I think you’ll like this class.”

“Is he now? Oh!” Rex immediately recognized Dr. Saurus. “I know him! I’ve dueled him before!”

“Did you win?”

“O-Of course I did!”

“Hahaha, yeah right.”

“Shaddap! The professor’s about to start talking.”

“Hello, hello!” Dr. Saurus struck a pose before starting up the lecture hall’s smartboard.

“He’s just as goofy as my freshman comp professor,” Rex laughed.

“Yeah, about that,” Espa began. “You know that part when our high school counselors said that ‘your college professors are serious and won’t accept silly behaviour?’ Bullshit. Especially at Domino City University.”

“Then I really think I’ll like it here.” Rex kicked back and took out his laptop to take notes. Not that he really expected to take any on the first day of school.

“Hello, class, and welcome to ancient history. I’m your professor, Dr. Spinos Saurus. My father is from Greece, but when he was young, he moved to Japan, where he met my mother. But just recently, they moved back to Greece.”

“I was wondering where he got that funny name,” Rex thought aloud.

“I am not only a professor at this esteemed university, I am also a leading paleontologist. Our first unit will cover the formation of the universe, and how dinosaurs came to be.”

“That is siiiiiick! Dinos for the win!” Rex got up without thinking and dabbed.

“My, my.” Spinos chuckled. “I’m glad someone’s passionate about my class. I just hope that he can study better than he duels.”

“Daaaamn, you just got roasted by a professor on the first day.” Espa couldn’t stop laughing.

“Twice.” Rex huffed. His face quickly changed from a pout to a smile, however. After skimming the class syllabus, Spinos spoke about the Big Bang. Rex didn’t have much interest in history before, as his teachers in high school bored him to tears. But this new teacher made history so interesting, Rex wished he could take better notes. I need to learn how to type without looking at the keys.

The dinosaur duelist never thought he would, but he was genuinely upset when class ended. He was even more upset when he tried to catch up with Spinos as he left, but couldn’t. About fifty other students wanted to have a word with him, even when the professor insisted he had to travel to an archaeological site that day. But that didn’t stop him from noticing Rex in the crowd and saying, “You’re that kid I dueled. How’s it goin’?”

“Awesome! I really liked today’s lecture, by the way. You should teach the teachers at my old high school how to actually be fun.”

“Young man, if I could clone myself to be in multiple places at once, I would. Right after I revive a Brachiosaurus, of course.”

“Hey, my name isn’t ‘young man!’” Rex put his hands on his hips. “I’m Rex Raptor, the son of Ptera Raptor, and don’t you forget it!”

“Did you say ‘Ptera Raptor?’” Spinos’ eyes suddenly opened wide. “So that was her in the hospital…”

“What, do you know my mom?”

“You… could say that.” Spinos squirmed at the mention of Ptera’s name, but still showed kindness towards Rex. “Anyway, if you want to duel me or come to an archaeological site with me, you’re more than welcome to.”

“For real?!” Rex jumped excitedly, until a hard kick from his baby brought him down to Earth. “Ouch… I’d love to join you today, but Mom would have a fit if I did. I’ll try to convince her to let me go with you one day.”

“Y-Yeah… Have a good day, then.” So spoke Spinos as he left the scene.

“That was a little weird… Dr. Saurus seems really nice to me, but doesn’t want to talk about Mom.” Since Ptera wouldn’t come until Weevil’s last class ended, Rex decided to spend the next couple of hours absentmindedly perusing the library shelves. 

The bug duelist would find him sleeping in front of a school computer. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up. Or I’m going to carry you like a princess all the way to Ptera’s car.”

“No, you won’t. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t walk. Or did you forget I was the top athlete at Domino High School?” Rex stumbled as he got up. “Oww!”

“Uh-huh.”

Rex didn’t want to admit it, but his ankles had been hurting ever since Spinos’ class ended. “Shut up, bug boy! I wanna go home, and I’m sure you do too!”

After a walk that involved two trips to the loo, Rex and Weevil finally arrived at the car loop to an energetic Ptera. “So, how did the first day go, boys?”

“Pretty well,” answered Weevil. “Although my calculus teacher cut right to the chase. No introduction, no syllabus go-over, not even an icebreaker. Just straight into the integrals.”

“Uuuuugh! That word!” Rex curled up into a ball. 

“So I take it your first day didn’t go as planned?”

“Oh, it went fine. Mostly because Weevil and I had freshman comp together.”

“That reminds me!” Weevil exclaimed and turned to Adelaide. “Adelaide, I saw Mother in my freshman comp class. She’s one of my classmates. Apparently, she’s working to be a doctor!”

“C-Camellia… She’s here in Domino City? I’m glad…”

“Mrs. Raptor, I would love to invite her over sometime, if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course! I’d love to meet your mother.”

“Ooh, Mom!” Rex spoke up. “I have this super-awesome professor for ancient history! Not only that, but he loves dinosaurs too!”

“He… He does?” Ptera’s good mood faded in an instant.

“Yeah! His name is Dr. Spinos Saurus! He’s also a leading paleontologist and even invited me to go with him to archaeological sites! Please, Mom, can I go?”

As she pulled into the driveway of the mobile home, Ptera slammed on the brakes.

“Ow!” Rex rubbed his belly. “Did you forget that I’m with child?”

“Absolutely not!” Ptera scowled at her son when all four of them were out of the car. “You are to stay away from that man, understood?”

“But Mom, he’s my professor. It’s kind of hard to stay away from him.”

Ptera gritted her teeth. “At the very least, you are not to hang out with him.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Rex looked perplexed.

“Rex… Did you notice what that man looked like?”

“He had a goatee and a really shaggy moustache. He also had wild brown hair and indigo eyes. ...Now that you mention it, he looks like me. Mom… Don’t tell me… Dr. Saurus is-”

“That vile, disgusting man is your father, who abandoned us almost 20 years ago.”

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