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signed-sapphire · 3 months

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The Fallen Star ✨

A Wish rewrite

Cielo design 💛

The boy is here! The most ever! The Fallen Star’s very own Starboy!

So I lied and don’t have the finalized designs for King Maggie or Queen Ams yet soooooo *throws confetti at you* take this Starboy reimagining in the meantime!

Eugh boy the name gave me trouble. I didn’t want to use Aster since that’s the name of a a couple popular Starboys already (@annymation/@gracebeth3604/ @mythartist21) and while the Greek name is cool, I wanted something a bit different.

SEE-EH-LO, for anyone wondering. He/they pronouns <3

I was heavily considering choosing Estrella and making Starboy a Stargirl, and then we’d have a gay romance. But this is supposed to be SOMEWHAT of a homage to early Disney. This may not be KoW, but… idk. Cielo is a gender neutral name. Literal manifestation of light. Go ahead and draw them as a female-presenting figure and it’s still TFS!canon~

Aaaaaaanyways. Here’s the actual rewrite!

First of all! Cielo is NOT the Northern Star! He’s a baby star like… in the bottom right

However, the Northern Star? Evangeline? Yeah, she’s gonna be in my rewrite

But Cielo is NOT her

For now I’ll just say Evangeline is sort of a mentor-figure to Cielo and leave it at that

So not all stars are wishing stars, and similar to Kingdom of Wishes, a wishing star is born when first wished upon

Once a wishing star fulfills their first wish, they become Stars (capital S), and are free to help anyone that needs it

The more wishes a Star fulfills, the more powerful they become

Idk maybe it’s like a Rise of the Guardians thing, where the more people that believe, the stronger your magic is

Sparkles and hope and glitter and shit

Until, as explained in my rewrite… the Stars grew bored and started simply granting wishes

Then people grew lazy and started demanding wishes

And all this belief made the Stars go overpowered

Basically it became Wonderland, everything coming true, kingdoms burning and villages destroyed

Yeah. So Magnus god rid of them eventually

Though who would suspect that it would be the king’s own daughter that would bring back his greatest fear?

Yep, Asha brought Cielo down

Not purposely, but even if she had done it purposely, she wouldn’t have chosen Cielo

He’s a little baby, a dwarf star maybe

Only ever gotten one wish in his life…

Huh never seen that before *side eyes KoW*

Personality traits

Optimistic

Very Anna-coded

Probably ADHD tbh (autism x adhd duo unite)

Stubborn

HE’S the quirky Disney princess

Although more Flynn than Raps

Backstory

Fuck around and find out

(And by fuck around I mean wait for my rewrite to come out bc I haven’t slept in two days and I’m too tired to articulate their story accurately)

Design

Due to popular demand, Cielo now has the Charlie Morningstar cheek thingies

Also @gracebethartacc got an ask about canon!Star being marketed with a star over their right eye so… vitiligo mark, anyone?

Yeah I don’t have many colored refs but basically Cielo’s star eye mark and cheek thingies turn into vitiligo marks when in their “human form”

Uh take this

Ye sort of like this^

Heart shaped face! His part is also supposed to resemble a “V” shape to make the top of the heart

My sister said they looked like Viva and I’m crying but too late to take it back

I guess they’re both Spanish? Ajdjajhsjajajs

Thin slutty waist. Imagine Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel bc Jeremy Jordan is Yes.

Like I’m obsessed with that wet cat of a character I’m thinking about Cielo’s voice being Jeremy

Although his younger VA days as like Varian would better suit Cielo…

ANYWAYS

Design by @mythartist21 save for the Trolls hair and cheek thingies! Those were my additions

Uhhh pointy ears, poofy sleeves

Idk is the star eye mark AND the cheek thingies too busy? Lmk and I’ll try to post a colored ref of that helps

#asha #disney wish #princess asha #asha x star #star x asha #the fallen star au #wish 2023 #human star #starsha #saph doodles #wish reimagined #wish disney #wish star #wish #star wish #wish concept art

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anonymousewrites · 7 months

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Sixteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Sixteen: One Hell of a Hire

Summary: The true surprise visitor is revealed, and the Phantomhive Manor attends Sebastian's funeral.

“Well, now that the Professor has gone, I shall see to luncheon,” said Sebastian, smiling with (Y/N) as if they hadn’t just scared a man out of his wits and threatened him.

“Wait,” said Ciel. “I kept silent because it seemed like you purposefully didn’t want to bring it up in front of him, but you haven’t yet explained how Phelps’s murder occurred.”

“Oh, quite right,” said Sebastian.

“In an interesting turn of events, Lau had the right idea,” said (Y/N). “We had a surprise visitor.”

“What?!” cried Ciel.

“Yes. While I was free to roam before arriving as Jeremy, I caught him and showed him special accommodations here,” said Sebastian, crouching and pulling a crate wrapped in chains from under the table.

“You did? Oh, good. After seeing his little friend, I thought I’d have to track him through the woods,” said (Y/N).

“The killer is in there?!” Ciel deadpanned.

“Yes,” said Sebastian.

“…Let me see what’s inside,” said Ciel.

“Are you sure?” said Sebastian.

“Don’t put on airs, open it!” commanded Ciel.

“Very well,” said Sebastian, breaking the chain and opening the box.

Two snakes lunged from the crate at Ciel, and (Y/N) caught them. Ciel jerked back in surprise.

“Well, they certainly still seem to hold some ill will against you,” remarked (Y/NN), holding the snakes.

From within the crate, a figure could be seen. (Y/N) nodded as their suspicions were confirmed, and Ciel’s eyes widened.

“Y-You’re Snake!” he exclaimed.

Snake, the circus performer, stood in plain clothes, bound in rope and gagged. He glared at the group sullenly.

“Why are you here?!” demanded Ciel as Sebastian removed the gag.

“The day after Black, Smile, and Cat snuck into the tents of Joker and the other first-stringers, they all went missing! It must have been your doing! -says Wilde,” said Snake. “So I followed the scent of Smile’s costume and went after him. -says Oscar. We found a townhouse, and two helpful men thought we were friends of Smile ‘Ciel’ and brought us here. -says Emily.”

(Y/N), Sebastian, and Ciel deadpanned. Of course Agni and Soma had gotten it wrong.

“Those fools!” Ciel gritted his teeth.

“All the same, there is nothing we can do to rectify that now,” said Sebastian.

“Soma really is too friendly,” said (Y/N).

Ciel coughed and faced Snake again. “Uh, so, you’re saying they vanished because of us?”

“Yes! The minute you three joined our troupe, they all started acting strange! -says Wordsworth. I knew somehow that Joker and the others were hiding something from me.” Snake looked down. “But! They called me their comrade and their friend even though I looked like this. They said we were family. You stole them from me! I’ll never forgive you for that! -says Wilde.”

Poor thing. He had no idea what they were doing, thought (Y/N).

Ciel enlightened Snake. “Your circus troupe was kidnapping children one after another from each stop on its tour. We joined up with you to seize any evidence of those crimes.”

“Joker and the others were kidnappers…?” Snake’s eyes widened. “L-Lies! You’re trying to trick me with your nonsense! -says Oscar.”

“Nonsense? Perhaps,” said Ciel. “Before I could gather the necessary proof, my identity was discovered, and they disappeared. In that sense, I may had indeed stolen your peace away. But I also wanted to rescue the children who were suffering because of your friends.”

Sebastian and (Y/N) glanced at Ciel. So that was the story he was going with. Now that was a lie that could blow up in his face if it were discovered.

“Naturally,” continued Ciel. “I would like to rescue you as well.”

Snake watched in surprise as Ciel freed him. “What do you think you’re doing?! -says Wilde.”

“Young Master!” warned Sebastian.

“Snake,” said Ciel. He extended a hand. “Come to my manor.”

Sebastian and (Y/N) blinked.

“What are you saying?! -says Keats,” said Snake.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said I would like to rescue you,” said Ciel. “Even now, we’re still on the hunt for Joker and company. Of course, I ask for the sake of solving the case, but…don’t you think that staying here would be the shortest route to seeing them again?”

Lies like these always end up causing trouble. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes slightly.

“Having lived with them in the circus, I know they’re not evil,” said Ciel. “They were nice to everyone they met and cheerful to boot. That’s why I want them to atone for their sins and obtain true happiness. All of them, including you.”

“Including me…” Snake’s eyes fell to the ground. He reached out and took Ciel’s hand.

“I never imagined you would install him in the manor,” said Sebastian as they left the greenhouse, leaving Snake to relax within.

“It’s better than setting him free and having him make attempt after attempt on my life,” said Ciel. “His ability to manipulate snakes seems like it might come in handy as well. Besides, I’ve been wanting a pet.”

“You lied to him,” said (Y/N). “Aren’t you concerned about the possible consequences?”

“If I continue the ‘lie,’ it will eventually become the ‘truth,’ ” said Ciel. “It’s just a matter of swallowing it all up in the end.”

“…Quite,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) wasn’t nearly so convinced.

“More importantly, how do you explain yourself to the other servants?” said Ciel.

“Ah, yes, they don’t know I’m alive…” said Sebastian.

“I have an idea,” said (Y/N). They grinned. “And you’ll have fun, Sebastian.”

Inside a coffin, Sebastian lay still as Agni, Tanaka, Baldroy, and Finny carried him from the church to the grave. Undertaker stood beside the gravestone, for once somber, and Elizabeth held back tears until they bubbled over. Finny and Mey-Rin were already sobbing, and the tears streamed down their faces as the coffin was lowered into the grave and covered by dirt.

“Ciel!” She embraced him. “Sebastian is such a liar! He vowed he would never leave your side. How could he do this?!”

Soma grabbed him from the other side. “Don’t cry, Ciel! ‘Cos we’ll always be together, okay? Forever and ever!”

“Both he and I are truly fortunate to have people who care so much for us so much,” said Ciel. “Come, let’s return to the house.”

The group turned from the grave, huddled in a group of black.

Then the bell rang.

(Y/N) smirked but let Finny be the one to turn in curiosity.

“The bell on the headstone is ringing…?” Finny blinked. “But there’s not even a breeze.”

“Oh, dear. Oh, dear.” Undertaker chuckled. “Is this really any time to be cooling your heels? That bell ringing, why…it means he’s still alive.”

“Dig it up!” cried Agni, Finny, and Baldroy. They ran forward with the shovels they had just buried Sebastian in. Finny ripped open the coffin, and Sebastian sat up.

“Goodness,” he remarked. “I finally managed to get out of that. Everyone al—Eh?”

While (Y/N) grinned, Mey-Rin, Finny, Baldroy, and Elizabeth tackled Sebastian in a hug. They wailed and cried their thanks and worry over him as they refused to let him get out of their hold.

“Everyone, please calm yourselves,” sighed Sebastian, unable to escape the affection.

“Glad we went with a safety coffin!” chirped Undertaker.

“How lucky,” said (Y/N) brightly.

“This is a miracle!” cried Agni, crying in joy. “Oh, gods! I thank you!”

“Whew,” sighed Sebastian after he extricated him from the group and left them to cry for joy against each other. “What a relief to have fooled them with that level of shock tactic.” He glanced at (Y/N). “Though I believe you intended for me to be attacked.”

“With hugs? Oh, absolutely,” said (Y/N) brightly. “It was entertaining.”

“Sebastian.” Tanaka walked up to Sebastian. “I return this to you.” He pinned the butler emblem onto Sebastian’s tailcoat. “This is the proof that you are the butler to the Earl of Phantomhive. And right now, it belongs on your chest alone.” He smiled before turning away. “The butler of the Phantomhive family is not permitted to pass away before his master does. Remember that!”

“And so, Sebastian, from this day forth, you are my butler once more,” said Ciel.

Sebastian knelt and put a hand to his chest. ((Y/N) decided that although they had liked Sebastian leaning over them, him on his knees was nice) “Yes, my Lord. I shall devote myself wholly to serving you until the day when lies become truth comes to pass.” He smirked before standing. He paused and called to Elizabeth, “Oh, yes, Lady Elizabeth. Excuse me for my impertinence, but please allow me to correct you on one small matter.”

Elizabeth blinked. “Did I say something?”

Sebastian winked and put a finger to his lip. “I never tell lies.”

(Y/N) grinned. Sebastian was well and truly back.

“So, Snake is getting along with everyone,” said (Y/N). “What a relief after all that hard work.”

“If I recall, I was the one who had to die,” said Sebastian in amusement. He sighed dramatically. “And you shed hardly a tear for me.”

“Well, you weren’t dead,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes. They smirked. “What a pity for Earl Grey when he finds out.”

“Yes, I imagine he’ll be frustrated,” said Sebastian. He rather enjoyed the idea.

“After causing you all that trouble, he deserves it,” said (Y/N). “He was quite brutal with you.”

“And yet it still didn’t cause any grief in you,” sighed Sebastian.

“Again, you weren’t dead,” chided (Y/N). “And you can handle a bit of pain.”

“No sympathy?” Sebastian tilted his head and smirked. “You truly are a heartless demon.”

“Who taught me to be that?” said (Y/N). They sighed. “But if you insist upon me humoring you, then yes, I wouldn’t be pleased if you died.” They glanced at him. “You’re my only friend, after all.”

Sebastian paused, not anticipating the honesty. “You wouldn’t be pleased?”

“Sebastian, you know I wouldn’t,” said (Y/N). They loved him. To lose him would be unthinkable. “I mean, I didn’t like seeing you in a coffin. Demons like us don’t deserve to be placed in little boxes.”

“You didn’t enjoy your time in a coffin? Not ornate enough for someone like you?” said Sebastian with a smirk.

“I didn’t go in a coffin,” said (Y/N). “Remember? I burned to death.”

“Occasionally the humans still bury burned bodies, if I recall correctly,” said Sebastian.

“Oh, they made sure there was nothing left of me,” said (Y/N). Their gaze was far away for a moment, and Sebastian realized he had touched too far. They snapped out of it and smiled at him. “Anyways, better not to be stuck in a coffin. Who else would torment humans if I’m not here?” They turned away and walked to their chores, clearly not looking to speak more.

Sebastian watched them go. What was their human life? And what humans should I tear apart for daring to harm my love?

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The Law of Entropy - Chapter 6: The Devil Works Hard, but I Work Harder (Also on Ao3)

A/N: And here's the conclusion, thanks for reading :)

On the last day of finals, an hour before her last, Rosita found herself across from Jeremy in a coffee shop less than a block from campus. She had dragged him here, tired of his jittery nerves for their last test and needing a change of space. Any more studying would be useless, and after the last final that fried her brain, she needed a break.

“So,” Jeremy said, as he took a sip of his latte and winced at the temperature, “You and Waverly.”

“There is no me and Waverly,” Rosita rolled her eyes, “You know that.”

“I also heard that she laid a fat one on you.” He chuckled.

“Jeremy.”

“Is she a terrible kisser?”

“Jeremy.” Rosita kicked him. She wondered if he had a permanent bruise on his shin.

He winced, “I couldn’t believe you gave up.”

“By less than a week,” Rosita rolled her eyes, “And getting her with Nicole is a lost cause.”

“Are you serious?”

“You were in the library.”

He sighed. “Yeah, okay.”

“I know when to stop meddling. And give up.” Rosita stared down at her own latte. At this rate, Nicole and Waverly would live together forever and sabotage all their relationships, and well, a lot of people aren’t even that lucky.

He snorted. “And,” He stared into his coffee, “Now you and Wynonna can finally figure things out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out,” Rosita stated, “We are just hooking up, having a good time, and,” It sounded unconvincing even in her ears.

“Rosita,” Jeremy said, “It’s okay to have feelings.”

Rosita just sighed, “Okay, fine, I like her?” She shrugged, “Is that so bad? No, except that this is Wynonna who doesn’t do relationships. So where does that leave me?”

Jeremy waited, “Have you talked to her?”

“Obviously not.” Rosita rolled her eyes, “What point is there to end it earlier?”

“So how do you know that she doesn’t like you either?”

“Jeremy.”

“I’m right!” He laughed, “Rosita, I may have never met Wynonna, and I might be exclusively into men, but you are a catch! And if I learned anything from Waverly about Wynonna is that she has a big heart.”

“A big heart?” Rosita felt like throwing up in her mouth.

He rolled his eyes, “Wynonna clearly loves Waverly a lot. And from what you’ve said, she likes hanging out with you too. I just don’t think it would be that crazy that maybe she’d be interested in something other than a hookup. Like, she could be you know. Interested in you.

“You don’t have to take my advice,” He continued, “So maybe take your own. Haven’t you been complaining for so long that Nicole and Waverly just need to talk to each other?”

“Jeremy,” She sighed.

He held out his hands, “Okay, fine, but just think about it. Don’t shoot yourself in the foot because you just assumed and never talked about it.”

Rosita didn’t look up until Jeremy changed the subject, “Are you excited about the next test?”

“Is anyone excited by a test?”

“Okay, fair, but,” And he launched into a string of hero worship for the TA. She was going to miss this little nerd. At least it wasn’t the last semester.

On the way home, and it would be a month before she had to do the drive again, Rosita couldn’t do much but replay Jeremy’s words in her head. She could be you know. Interested in you.

She hated that it caused a flutter in her chest. That even the mere possibility of it made her smile and ache with want for it to be true. And now, she didn’t even have finals to distract her from the very large mess that she was in. Hell, would she still be able to live in Purgatory after she broke Waverly’s heart? (She just knew no one would believe that it would be a mutual breakup, even if everyone knew that Waverly was totally gone for Nicole. It would still somehow be her fault.)

After this fake dating thing ended, and Waverly and Nicole continued their normal pathetic dance around each other, she would end it. “Like ripping off a bandaid.” Rosita muttered to herself. And now, great, she was talking to herself.

Jeremy might think there’s a chance, but she knew there wasn’t. And the longer she let this go on, the worse she’d feel when it finally ended. Better to end it herself and she could avoid looking like a blubbering idiot when Wynonna decided to. Just she needed to figure out when, she wasn’t ready to walk away from the great sex and conversation yet.

She wasn’t sure she could keep her sanity in this whole situation without it. But once everything died down, she would do it.

And hey, Wynonna still hung out with Doc, so she probably wasn’t going to lose everything. It would be fine. Totally fine.

Rosita gave a determined nod. She would be chill and fine and this was all going to work out. And next semester, she’d find someone emotionally available. Or, as emotionally available as she was.

Wynonna: waves

Wynonna: hey

Wynonna: hi

Wynonna: you there?????

Waverly: wyn i have finals can this wait????

Wynonna: ummmm

Wynonna: i need ur help

Waverly: my help???

Waverly: what for

Wynonna: how do you woo a woman?

Waverly: are you seriously asking me how to WOO NICOLE

Wynonna: what?

Wynonna: nicole?

Waverly: she’s your girlfriend??? and your best friend????

Wynonna: oh right, yeah, i meant generally tho

Waverly: you’ve dated

Wynonna: yeah but i don’t woo

Wynonna: i am wooed

Waverly: ok

Waverly: i mean what do you like?

Waverly: that people do for you

Waverly: general rule of thumb that will work

Wynonna: you really are the genius of the family

Waverly: do you need a doctor? this is common sense

Wynonna: bye luv u

Wynonna: good luck on your final

She’s about to enter the only grocery store in Purgatory when a loud honk startled her and she whipped around. She swore to God if this is Champ or one of his…

Wynonna leaned out of the window of her truck, “Bus-tits-los, what are you doing tonight?”

I will be chill, Rosita thought, I will be very chill, there’s no reason to not be chill. “I was just going to grab things for dinner.”

“Would you be opposed to having company for dinner?”

“Um, that’d be great!” It came out slightly too high for Rosita to feel good about, and then she remembered the absolute mess of her apartment from multiple nights of panic induced study sessions. “Could we go to yours?”

Wynonna navigated into a tight parking space with an ease that Rosita envied. “Sure,” She said as she joined her at the curb, “We can go hang at the ole Homestead, but you’re cooking.”

“I can handle that. Does pasta sound good?”

“Rosita, you never have to ask whether carbs sound good. They always do.”

Rosita rolled her eyes and walked into the store, not minding Wynonna trailing behind her. She grabbed some pasta and tomato paste, and tried to ignore the warm, fluttery feeling in her chest as they continued to traipse through the aisles.

That feeling is decidedly not chill.

And her brain is caught up in this version of domestic bliss, calculating future chores that would be better if they just did them together. Rosita tried to hate the bellows out of her mouth at the story Wynonna is telling about Dolls. She cannot convince herself that this will be the first and last time they are in these aisles together.

So enjoy it, her brain whispered, grinning as Wynonna picked up a bottle of red wine, “Some classy alcohol for a classy dinner.” She grinned as she added it into the basket, and Rosita felt herself swoon. Pasta is hardly classy, usually a quick 15 minute dinner she’ll make when any other effort is too hard, but a smile bloomed onto her face.

Fine, she’ll enjoy this.

She’d never been happier that she lived within walking distance of everything in Purgatory when Wynonna goddamn opened the truck door for her, and they take off through the sparse roads out to the Homestead.

She’d been there once, when Waverly dragged her to a terribly awkward dinner party ages ago. She’d thought it was the loneliest place she’d ever been, but now, as they wade through the snow to the front door, it just feels romantic.

Rosita located a knife, cutting board, and pan and started on cutting the onion and peeling the garlic, humming to the music that Wynonna put on. She grinned at the woman across the kitchen who started to pour the wine.

“To let it breathe,” Wynonna explained.

Rosita smiled as she added the onions to the pan, “Well aren’t you a perfect gentlewoman.”

Wynonna preened and came up beside her, giving Rosita plenty of room to work. “You’re making it from scratch?”

“Not really,” Rosita laughed, “I hate canned sauce, but I’m using tomato paste so I don’t have to process all the tomatoes. Here, I’ll show you.”

Wynonna is suddenly the best student, attentively following Rosita’s directions and carefully stirring on her commands. They grow closer as Rosita showed Wynonna how to pull the noodles into the sauce, their elbows bumping, and all Rosita wanted to do is to pull her into a kiss until dinner is burned.

She doesn’t. She made their plates instead, topping the pasta with some parmesan and brought them to the table, only to falter as she took it in. It is set with placemats and cloth napkins, a candle lit at the center, with Wynonna nervously wringing her hands beside it.

“Um.”

“I just thought, it would be nice to set it and stuff. I never make food at home.” Wynonna explained as she took one of the plates.

“Right,” Rosita nodded as she sat down, her heart thundering even more.

She watched as Wynonna took a bite and moaned, “This is so good. What the fuck, you’re a chef too?”

“You helped too,” Rosita reminded her, “I bet you could make it here.”

“Or,” Wynonna waved her fork around, “I could have you come over for dinner more often?”

“That could work,” Rosita felt a laugh bubble out of her and stared down at her plate. Wynonna is trying to kill her.

That’s the only explanation.

Wynonna gave her a soft smile back as they continued to eat and drink the wine.

It was a lovely evening, as they chatted and smiled and ate. Wynonna pulled out some ice cream when they finished with dinner, and Rosita just ignored the little warning bell in her head that’s been telling her to not enjoy it too much because it will have to end. Every bit of it.

That’s for sometime in the future.

Wynonna cleaned the kitchen, all but forcing Rosita to sit down and admire the view, and when she finished, they stared at each other.

“So.”

“I, um, I guess I should head home.” Rosita sighed. “Thank you for having me.”

She stood.

“Or you could stay here?” Wynonna strode to her, “The night?” She pressed a gentle kiss to Rosita’s jaw.

Rosita let out a shaky breath, “Or I could stay the night.”

There is a mumbling of voices as Rosita came to and she pulled the blanket over her head before a bolt of fear lanced through her. Is she really getting robbed in Purgatory?! She opened her eyes and blinked at the white wooden walls.

She wasn’t at home.

Wynonna is still in bed with her, her hair shining auburn in a dappling of morning sunlight that warmed the sheets.

“Wynonna.” She murmured and kicked the body next to her. She wasn’t dealing with whoever the hell it was alone.

Wynonna whined, “What?”

“Wynonna, there’s people here,” Rosita said, as she blinked and rubbed at her eyes to wake up. “Why are there people here?”

“I don’t know.” Wynonna shifted and pressed a pillow onto her head. “Maybe they’ll leave.”

“What time is it?” Rosita muttered after she realized that she couldn’t find her phone.

“I don’t know, too early.” Wynonna muttered, “Come here.” Wynonna’s hands wrapped around Rosita and pulled her closer. “It’s probably just Waverly.”

“Why is Waverly here?” Rosita grumbled.

Wynonna bolted up. “Oh god.”

Oh shit.

Waverly. Brunch. Breaking up.

The door burst open and Rosita can only stare in horror as Waverly began to talk, “Is Rosita-”

Waverly's words died on her lips and Nicole’s jaw dropped open.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckiting fuck.

“Wynonna!”

“Rosita!”

Waverly and Nicole’s voices are in unison, both of them striding into the room, “HOW COULD YOU!”

“Okay calm down!” Wynonna’s voice is husky from sleep. This is the wrong moment for Rosita to find that sexy.

The room erupted in cacophony and Rosita wished that she had kept her head under the sheets.

Waverly stormed inside, “WYNONNA! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO NICOLE?!”

Nicole’s eyes are flashing, and Rosita knew she’d be dead if Nicole was in uniform, “I can’t believe this! You, oh I knew you were a problem!”

“WAVERLY!” Wynonna yelled, “LISTEN TO ME! THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”

She deserves this, right? This is her divine punishment for starting this scheme in the first place.

“THEN WHAT IS IT?” Waverly demanded.

“SURE, YOU TWO ARE JUST NAKED CUDDLING! THAT’S TOTALLY FINE WHEN YOU’RE IN A RELATIONSHIP!” Nicole roared.

Nicole took several steps toward Rosita’s side and Rosita clutched the sheets to her chest and finally had enough.

“SHUT UP YOU MORONS!”

The room stilled as Rosita took a deep breath and sighed. This is her divine damnation.

“There’s no cheating because there couldn’t be. Waverly and I aren’t in a real relationship. Wynonna and Nicole aren’t either.”

“WHAT?!” Two loud shouts echoed through the house.

“Waverly and I don’t even like each other. We’re just friends. And we only did it, Nicole, to make you jealous.”

“Make me jealous?”

“Rosita! No!”

“Waverly, Wynonna knew basically from the start and almost told Nicole. To save face she suggested the same thing because she’s a drunk idiot and Nicole’s madly in love with you. So nothing’s going on. I mean, besides Wynonna and I, but I happen to actually really like Wynonna.” Oh no. “But no one is cheating on anyone!” She added at the last second.

There was silence for a second, and then another cacophony of sound.

“You faked a relationship with my sister to make me jealous?”

“Wait, you wanted to date me?”

“You like me?” Wynonna asked, her eyes widening.

“Wynonna.” Rosita pleaded.

“I just want to make sure,” Wynonna said, “That I heard that along with what we should have done in the beginning and just tell the two idiots. Because, the thing is,” Wynonna looked down at her hands, “I like this girl. And I was hoping she liked me too, but we both play the aloof thing really well. And don’t get me wrong, the sex is absolutely great and a part of me thinks I could be happy with just that, but I know that I’ll always be wanting something more.”

“Wynonna.” Rosita was suddenly breathless and reached out and cradled Wynonna’s cheek in her hand and guided her eyes back to hers. “I like you.”

Wynonna unabashedly grinned, lifting worry lines Rosita hadn’t even realized were there. It’s shocking how Wynonna can change from hot to beautiful in a single instant and completely light up the room.

“I like you too.” Wynonna said.

They both drift together, the kiss soft in a way that Rosita has never experienced with Wynonna before, and never appreciated with anyone else.

Wynonna looked back to the doorway, “Oi Haughshot!” She chucked a pillow at the two making out in her doorway, “That’s my sister! And I’m sitting right here!”

“Right.” Nicole nodded and then tugged Waverly out of the room.

Wynonna grinned and pulled her in for another kiss, and Rosita can’t think of anything but how perfect it felt. They get to do this. For real.

There was a sudden thump from upstairs and Wynonna sighed.

“Goddamnit. This was why I didn’t do anything.” She hopped out of bed and threw open the door. “GO TO YOUR OWN FUCKING APARTMENT IF YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE SEX OR I WILL COME IN AT THE WORST MOMENT AND SCAR YOU BOTH FOR LIFE!” She slammed the door behind her, “Now,” Wynonna said, “Where were we?”

Rosita laughed.

Many months later

The clinking of glasses fills the room and there’s a squeal as Nicole and Waverly kiss, eyes only for each other. “Yes, yes, very sweet.” Wynonna stood and addressed the crowd. “My sister and my best friend.” She waved the champagne flute that she was holding. “The cutest couple and the most beautiful brides.”

There were some cheers in the crowd, and Wynonna smiled, “All sarcasm aside, I am very happy for them. This day couldn’t come soon enough, I’m pretty sure that half the town was betting on when they’d get together.”

Rosita smiled into her own flute as she heard Waverly’s offended, “Hey!”

“And I think, on this wonderful day, it would be remiss to go without addressing the mastermind who finally got them to get their act together, and that is the lovely, beautiful, love of my life, Rosita.” Wynonna grinned at her with a wink and Rosita could only grin back, her cheeks heating at the sudden attention.

“She concocted the scheme to pretend to date Waverly to show her how Nicole was jealous. Of course, Waverly insisted at every possible moment that everything was just proof that Nicole was a good friend.” Wynonna finished the sentence with a mocking tone, “And it took Rosita and I falling for each other for Nicole and Waverly to realize that we had zero romantic interest in either of them and finally figured out their hopeless crushes on each other were reciprocated.

“I love both of you so much, and I’m so happy that you are finally together and married. To your future happiness, Nicole and Waverly!” She raised her glass for a drink as the room followed and Wynonna sat down and smiled at Rosita.

“I’m the love of your life?” Rosita grinned.

“Yeah,” Wynonna’s voice goes soft, a dopey grin on her face, “You are.”

Rosita gave her a kiss, “You’re the love of my life too.”

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Diary of a Junebug

A yoga retreat on Wuhu Island

There’s something about Wuhu Island that makes you feel energized, like you can take on the world by storm. I’m by far not an athletic person but there’s something about the environment here that makes me want to get up and get a good workout in. I’d say the calming scenery contributes to that as it’s the perfect place to go hiking, biking, gliding, jogging - you name it.

It’s been a couple years since I last visited and if I recall, the island hasn’t changed too much, which is a good thing. By luck, us campers managed to reserve a bunch of seats for the yoga retreat, which is no easy feat as those fill up quickly. That’s part of the reason why we haven’t been back in so long - I mean, Wuhu is a popular vacation spot for good reason.

Along with us campers, Arabeth and Elaina also managed to snag a reservation for themselves. I haven’t hung out with them in forever so it was nice to run into them on the plane. It’s been nice catching up with them while running around the island.

I’m glad that Elaina and her family’s in good spirits. She says a part of her still kinda finds it hard to believe that her mother’s gone but at least she went peacefully. The last time I saw Qing was at her final public performance at Briar Woodwinds a few years ago and that was an amazing experience. Since then she enjoyed a quiet retirement. Then a couple months ago her health took a turn for the worse and she passed away with her family by her side after a brief hospital stay.

After hearing of Qing’s passing, I’ve been on a binge listening to her music. It’s amazing to look back on her life in terms of her music and family. She’s lived a good life and in the end, that’s what matters the most. I may not be able to leave behind a legacy like Qing, but I hope to live a fulfilled life with little regrets.

A couple weeks ago, Elaina and Chris released one last song from Qing, her swan song. Earlier this year Chris and the boys were helping Qing go through some old stuff when they came across a demo tape from about twenty years ago. One of the tracks was a song written by Qing’s friend that was somehow shelved or forgotten until it was rediscovered. With next year marking 60 years since Qing began her recording career, it seemed like a good idea to surprise fans with one last song.

Taking Flight indeed is a swan song, and a very fitting one at that. The lyrics sound so bittersweet, they’re the words of someone who knows the end is near and wants to reassure their loved ones that everything’s gonna be all right. When the song came out I had been listening to it on a loop because for some reason the message just hit me.

No matter how far and wide we fly, we always leave a part of ourselves behind - memories, stories, music, sorrows - and those are what carry us through time. With that in mind, no one can truly be forgotten. I’d like to think that I could leave something behind, even if only for those who truly knew me, because it would mean at least I made an impact on someone.

Elaina admits that some days are better than others, as expected when going through a loss, but she’s doing well. The fact that her mom wasn’t in any pain and was able to say goodbye to her family is more than enough. That’s good to hear and I’m sure that makes things a lot easier for her and Chris.

As for the rest of the family, they’re doing fine too. David still vlogs on a semi-regular basis while also working freelance so I can still keep up with the occasional Allegri family antics. Even though they are aunt and nephew, they have this chaotic sibling vibe that’s interesting to see. As for Chris, aside from being a literal dad to David, he does sometimes kinda serve as a second parent figure to Elaina despite their small age gap. Though Chris often comes across as the most serious Allegri, they’re all a bit chaotic in their own way and that’s part of their charm.

David’s brothers, Danny and Jeremy have been doing their own thing, which Elaina finds kinda hard getting used to since she’s used to seeing the twins together. They started drifting apart when Jeremy decided to go to Oxford and from the looks of it, he’s probably gonna stay after graduating next year. She kinda suspected that after his first semester, something that Chris won’t admit that he isn’t too happy about but is happy for his son nonetheless. As for Danny, he dropped out of community college after one year so he’s been working odd jobs since then. Chris was fine with him taking one year off but now it’s way past that he’s insisting that Danny either go back to school or find a more stable job. Elaina’s been trying to help but that’s been easier said than done.

Angie has taken after Elaina and Qing in terms of her love for music and being a ray of sunshine. Elaina showed me clips of various performances from school plays, concerts, and recitals and Angie really does steal the show. She’s already looking into places like Starling and Julliard so that’s amazing! Elaina said that she sees a lot of her mother in Angie, even more so now that she’s gone. Being the youngest, and the closest to her grandma, Angie was hit a lot harder by her death, but she too is carrying on. There’s no doubt that musical talent runs in the family.

Arabeth’s doing fine as well, busy as usual with dance and helping Lawton with the younger kids. It took a bit of time for Lawton to get back into the swing of things considering how unpredictable the schedule of a pilot can be, but he’s adjusting well and the older kids help out whenever they can. I remember how Lawton was considering going back to work on a part time basis now that Saige, the youngest, is in school, but had his doubts for various reasons. Luckily he has Chris, who went through a similar transition, to guide him on what difficulties to expect and how to avoid running yourself into the ground.

I can’t imagine working a job where you have to travel half the time while raising a family as a single parent, so Chris and Lawton have my respect. As much as I enjoy traveling, I don’t think I’d want to be on the go most of the time, especially if I’m the one responsible for making sure a bunch of people get to their intended destination in time.

Lawton’s eldest, Mallory and Skylar are in college - Mallory commutes from home while Skylar is abroad. Erisy is starting to look into colleges, particularly athletic scholarships as some universities have been taking an interest in her. Rockwell and Saige have taken after their aunt as they enjoy dancing.

Arabeth had admitted that she was hesitant about her brother going back to work, but now that the kids are older and have busy schedules, it doesn’t really make sense for Lawton to just sit at home. Saige, as expected, had a bit of a hard time to adjusting when her dad’s not home at first but now she’s used to it, and it’s not like Lawton’s gone for long - a couple days at the most, so it’s not a big deal. As for whether he’ll take on international flights again, that’s still up for debate, at least for another couple years, but according to Arabeth he’s completely fine with just domestic flights. Chris, on the other hand, has fully transitioned into full time earlier this year, and Elaina says his hours thankfully aren’t too crazy.

Yoga at the park has been a lot of fun! I think the chill atmosphere contributes to that as there’s no pressure to get it right the first time. The instructors are super helpful and they let everyone do things at their own pace, which I’m happy about. I know it’s good to have some sort of exercise routine but honestly I can’t be bothered. However if I were ever to try doing something like a daily workout I feel like yoga would be the way to go.

Even though I’m not a morning person, I’d say the 7am classes have been worth the hassle. Doing yoga early in the morning has awakened my mind and body, so I feel great afterwards. In fact, being on the island in general has made me feel more energized and well rested than usual, so I feel like I get a lot more accomplished in a day. Like I said, there’s a reason why Wuhu’s a popular sports resort, especially for those who aren’t really into athletics.

The lack of pressure to be good at something really is freeing. I’m no perfectionist but I am the kind of person who tends to steer away from something if I feel like I’m not good enough and people are gonna judge me for that. Aside from not being too interested in sports, I also lack athletic ability, and being aware of that while having that being pointed out to you as a flaw that must be fixed is a good way of shutting someone down.

Over the years I’ve learned not to judge myself based on skills, something that a lot of people are in the process of unlearning. Sure it’s nice to learn something and be good at it, but you shouldn’t get too wrapped up about it. You may not be good at something but you still enjoy it nonetheless. Shouldn’t that count for something if it makes you happy? It’s not easy but it really is a lot freeing to let go and not be tied down by what you think is expected of you.

After yoga, Daisy Jane, Arabeth, Elaina, and I just do whatever strikes our fancy. Today happened to be running around a giant obstacle course. Out of the four, I came out last, though I wasn’t too far behind Daisy Jane. I’d like to think all my years of hiking has helped me out as there was quite a bit of climbing involved. Also, the point of the obstacle course is to see how creative you can be rather than speed and agility, so that made it more fun.

(Now I’m starting to get ideas for our next big camp event…Knowing Isabelle, building a giant obstacle course at the campsite isn’t impossible.)

Other fun activities we did were wind gliding, mountain biking, kickboxing, diving, water skiing, and tennis. Again, I wasn’t very good at most of these but it was an enjoyable experience. There’s just so much to do on Wuhu Island that it can get a bit overwhelming, so we try not to take on too much. So it’s one big activity and the rest is mostly chill.

Like last time, I think my biking is my favorite activity on the island. There’s so much to see and it always changes depending on what activities are going on at the moment. I wasn’t one of those kids who rode their bike around the neighborhood - I just wasn’t good at riding a bike in general - so to pick up biking as an adult feels different. Somehow biking as an adult is more enjoyable - probably because as a kid I was kinda pressured to get into it because it was a kid thing. Again not the best at it, but at least I can go at my own pace and not feel self conscious about it.

We’re about halfway through the yoga class now and I’m already starting to miss Wuhu. Tomorrow after class we’re gonna go bowling and then attend a dance class. The weather’s also gonna be a lot warmer so we’re gonna head to the beach too.

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Ted Lasso 2x9 thoughts

It’s no secret that I absolutely adore Coach Beard; he’s one of my favorite characters on the show, and he’s so well-written and well-acted that somehow I tend to be both perfectly satisfied with the details we see and truly curious to understand more about the way he thinks, what’s really happening re: his professional and personal devotion to Ted, where he comes from and where he’s going. I don’t need to know his name beyond the name he wants to be called, but I want to know why we don’t have any other names for him. And I don’t need him to be a bigger focal point of every episode, but I very much needed this episode’s world-exploding reminder that every single character on this show has a rich inner life, full of joys and troubles.

“Beard After Hours” is like a movie, but one that scatters its climaxes and puts off its resolutions...because it’s not a movie. It’s episode nine of a twelve-episode season of TV. When the episode ended, I felt this almost frantic “But he needed to break up with Jane for good before the end of the episode!” feeling. I was so pulled in by the idea of being able to tell an entire story in one night, of going on an odyssey alongside a complicated hero, that watching Beard and Jane find each other in that club felt as intense as the fact that we don’t know if Ted responded to Rebecca’s voicemail and we don’t know what’s going to happen with Rebecca and Sam and we don’t know who isn’t getting married and who is having a funeral in 2x10 (I mean, I have my strong suspicions, but still!) and we don’t know if Richmond will be promoted back to the Premier League. And on and on. I didn’t mind feeling desperate for the story to resolve even though I understood after thinking about it for ten seconds that of course it couldn’t resolve yet. Or ever. Or yet.

I’m a big fan of the TL episode recaps/reviews Linda Holmes writes for NPR, and I have to quote something from this week’s directly because it so perfectly explains my feelings:

The power of the scene where Beard dances in the club isn't that it's a beautiful romantic climax. It's that it's an explanation of why he cannot seem to extricate himself from this bad relationship. What makes the worst relationships so dangerous is that they have elements that feel good that are very hard to get elsewhere. Beard knows that; he tells it to God. What's concerning isn't that Jane makes the world seem more interesting; what's concerning is she's the only thing that does. That doesn't take away from the joy of the dancing; it just tells you that even happiness is complicated.

I love Holmes’ perspective here so much, because it articulates something I was struggling to figure out: how it can feel so legitimate, like such a (temporary but nonetheless powerful) relief, for Beard to find Jane in that club and to have this moment of euphoria as his night nears an end. How it is possible to experience that relief on behalf of a character while fervently wishing it could end differently, because it’s so clear from the abusive text messages and the toxic calls and the manipulative interactions that Jane is terrible to him and they’re terrible for each other. But Beard knows this. He knows it when he hugs Higgins in the parking lot after Higgins is honest with him in a way Ted and Rebecca and Keeley have not learned how to be, and he knows it when part of his prayer includes the clear articulation that Jane isn’t the cure for what “ails me.” He’s inching closer to greater self-knowledge just as Ted is.

And the two big resolutions that really, really needed to happen did. I didn’t know I needed Paul, Baz, and Jeremy to get to wrap up their own night out on the pitch at Nelson Road, but I did. It brought actual tears to my eyes. And the other resolution was Beard showing up with the other coaches’ coffees for their meeting to watch the game film. As interesting as it would have been to see what Ted would have done if Beard hadn’t shown up, I’m so, so glad that he did. He’s got a messed-up face and some truly epic pants on, but otherwise this is just Beard showing up for work, showing up for his friends. It was incredible to realize that Beard and Ted haven’t been exaggerating when they’ve referred to his sex-and-drug proclivities in the past. The night documented in 2x9 might have been particularly scary and violent and euphoric and awful and meaningful, but this type of all-night adventure isn’t a foreign concept for this guy. In all the other episodes of this show, when we see Beard we’re seeing someone who might have been out all night, who might have spent the hours the sun was down desperately pushing himself closer to whatever edges he could find.

I don’t really want to touch upon all the allusions in this episode. They are abundant, they are well-documented, and also I haven’t even seen the movie After Hours. I enjoyed this episode for its allusive qualities and I enjoyed this episode for what it was and I feel like I have to be at peace with the fact that I’m never going to pick up on every single reference on this show and that is okay.

So, yeah, if this entry on my tumblr dot com blog seems remarkably devoid of references and allusions, it’s not because I’m not into it but because I find it too overwhelming to actually write about.

Very into the Misplaced and Discovered box at the Crown and Anchor. (That’s what Mae wrote on the Lost and Found box at the pub, right? Whatever it is, it’s so funny.)

Beard hallucinating Thierry Henry and Gary Lineker was truly upsetting and a great indicator not only of how broken things are between the Richmond coaching staff right now but also how deep Beard’s self-loathing might go. If you’d asked me before Thursday if I thought Beard loathed himself, I would say no. That deepening of knowledge alone makes 2x9 worth it.

James Tartt and his friends in the alley. Such a nightmare. I go back and forth on how much of the night was real, and part of me has decided all of it is, short of the images of Henry and Lineker. (And even that is real to the extent that it was a way of articulating what was in Beard’s head.) But watching Beard in physical danger brought on by the same abuser who had him so upset in the first place. It was a lot.

I’m so excited that Paul and Jeremy and Baz got some spotlight this episode. It was so wonderful to see them out of the pub. I love that they ended up telling the Oxford snots who they really were. They got to see Beard going to bat for them and smoothing over the situation socially, and that actually made it more possible for them to end up being truthful about themselves. Because they have nothing to be ashamed of, and they deserved the magic of that night. (And for it to end on Nelson Road. Every feeling. Oof.)

I feel like I barely have anything to say about the trouser-mending lady or the many places Beard goes or his key-dropping or the nightmarish feeling of wanting to be home and being unable to be home. It all happened and we all watched it and again, it was a lot. But I do feel incredibly moved and fascinated by the fact that Beard very obviously still hasn’t been home when he brings in the coffee. He’s had to sleep at the club for Jane- and key-related reasons in the past, and this time it’s not that he’s slept there but it still feels like a kind of homecoming he was robbed of for the entire night. Ted and Roy and Nate are there. He’s gotten their coffee orders correct. Ted is growing and evolving (he wants to learn from what’s happened, he’s insisting upon it even when the others resist) but he’s done a really perfect (almost romantic in its loveliness) thing by presumably spending his evening following a breakdown of his own speeding up the game film to 10x speed and adding Benny Hill. Ted is not OK and Beard is not OK and Nate is not OK and Roy is pretty OK but could very easily be not OK because he’s just joined a coaching staff with a whole lot of not OK. But they all showed up.

I am very into the realism of the lights being off in the club other than the coaches’ office (@talldecafcappuccino pointed this out!), and the way we’re seeing their desks from a different angle because this episode is unfocused on Ted. It really added to the mindset of being hungover and exhausted and unable to go home or even to know exactly what home should be; even this warm, familiar place feels off even as it’s a relief to be back there.

I am excited to return to our regularly scheduled programming with the full cast of characters, but I really adored this episode for what it taught us about Beard and what it illuminated about the humor, pain, and complexity of each person who inhabits this universe. Beard may not be loud about his long-standing beliefs or about the things he’s learned, but there’s a lot happening in there and I appreciated getting to spend 43 minutes with him and (in the case of the ticket he scrawls on a piece of paper so the pub guys can get into Nelson Road) the moments he sets in motion.

#ted lasso #ted lasso s2 spoilers #ted lasso 2x9 #meta by me #a lesbian watches ted lasso #coach beard

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Ask Answers: May 15th Part 1

It’s been longer than usual since our last answer session, so I’m answering a ton of questions today! It’s so big I split it into two parts. Thank you for the patience on getting a response to these.

Thanks for reaching out to us with your questions and kind words ^^!

Sorry if this has been asked before or isn't something you can say but is there anyway for Cove to confess in step 4? I wanted him to confess in step 3 and followed all the steps to make him do it but ended up texting my family instead of Cove at the end.

Yeah, Cove can confess in Step 4!

Hello! I heard that Cove is on the spectrum, albeit undiagnosed. As someone who is ND, this makes me UNBELIEVABLY happy. I literally was brought to tears! Thank you for that!

Out of curiosity, will Cove be diagnosed in Step 4? I have a strong feeling y’all won’t make it a HUGE deal/make it out to be negative, so I’m not worried about that whatsoever! I’m just curious just he’ll off handedly mention it? Or will it just not be touched upon at all (which is ok!)?

Either way is ok, I’m just curious!

I’m happy it made you happy! Admittedly, Cove simply being someone with autism that grew up not being diagnosed was something I included for myself. I didn’t really think anyone would notice or ask about it, aha. But players did start to have questions about his traits, so I started to talk about it outside of the game. It’s great to see it get such a positive response and now I do feel like having it be a non-topic may have been the wrong choice and bringing it up would’ve been good in terms of having positive representation for that. I don’t know if I’ll find a way to mention it in Step 4 now, with how far along the game is, but I am at least thinking about it when originally it wasn’t something I really even considered.

Hey! Just wanted to say thank you for Our Life. It's been a bright spot and a needed escape in what's otherwise been a crummy year. I know you just did a Q&A post but I figured I'd ask anyway. Was just curious about Step 4. Will it be similar to the other Steps in that it consists of several different moments or will it just be one long sequence?

Step 4 is shorter than the prior Steps because it’s just an epilogue rather than a full arc of a story. It’ll consist of scenes that all happen in a set row one after the other. There won’t be a collection of Moments to choose from. But it’ll still be very sweet and fun.

¡hola!, you see, first I want to say that I love Our Life! (°◡°♡) and I have 2 important questions, would Cove cry watching titanic? and what is the saddest part according to him? (sorry for my english)

Titanic would make him cry. He’d probably think the parts showing people who aren’t able to make it to the life boats/are choosing to stay and go down with the ship were the saddest.

Hello, I wanted to ask how much you earn with creating games? Like is it possible to make a living? Thank you >< <3

How much I earn varies a lot month to month based on Steam sales, Patreon backers, and how many projects are in full production at the time. It’s also hard to say how much I make historically, since that also changes dramatically year by year. But I do earn enough to work on these games full time! I really appreciate all the support that allows me to do that.

Hey!! I was wondering for the 18+ Our Life moment, will there be an emphasis on safety/comfort for all involved? I feel like there would be just going off of what the rest of the game is like, but I wanted to ask

Yes! Cove is a nervous boy himself and also super cautious about doing anything the MC doesn’t like, so clear consent from both is absolutely needed for anything to happen. It’s a conversational sexy times Moment with stops/starts so the two can talk about how they’re feeling, rather than a heat of the moment just going for it kind of thing.

Hey!! I was wondering how long the wedding dlc would be? Will it be broken up into moments, or just one big event?

It’s one long series of scenes all in a row rather than a collection of Moments to pick from. It’s the shortest and the least expensive of all the DLCs. It’s not super crucial to get and those who aren’t into big weddings can totally skip it without worry.

HELLO AMAZING DEVS 👋 i am hopelessly in love with the worst guy ever (jeremy king) and because of this i have a really stupid question: does he really hate people who are nice to him? TvT he’s too cute to be mean to istg it’s a miracle JB held the urge to be consistently nice to him bc just look at his FACE he is so cute! thank you for jeremy’s route it’s so lovely (and awful bc he’s scum 11/10) it gave me so much laughs LMAO i hope you guys have a good day!!

Haha, thank you. He doesn’t hate them but he’s certainly not pleased with them. Jeremy is either uncomfortable with or annoyed by people being sweet on him, depending on how they approach it. He’s far more comfortable with jerkiness. It lets him relax and he can be himself without it being a problem, since he’s also a jerk. He feels a level of guilt being such a little punk to kind people, not enough to be a better person but still.

Has Cove dated or been interested in someone other than MC?

Nope! He stays single over the course of the game if he’s not with the MC.

Is Step 4 more mature? Or it's gonna be set in similar atmosphere as Step 3?

Step 4 is a similar atmosphere as Step 3. Though, it’s actually kind of less mature-topic heavy than Step 3 since it’s just a ‘hey, let’s check in on the gang to see what they’re up to’ style epilogue rather than a story arc with serious issues.

will there be new music for now and forever?? or will the old our life music be reused?

It’s gonna be a brand new soundtrack. We’ll be opening up a job position for that soon.

Hi, is it okay if we use the assets in Our Life (like the sprites) for fanworks or fan content content, like edits?

Sure! Just as long as you don’t use the assets made by those artists to make money.

Quick clarification on Step 3 choices: I hope I didn't come off rude (because I LOVE the game, really!!), I was just curious because the intro threw me off at times. For example, you could choose how you felt about Elizabeth in Step 2 (Dinner), but during the Step 3 intro, it says that you got closer to Liz and I didn't get a choice in it.

For the example, it can’t be helped that you’re closer to Liz in Step 3 than you were in Step 2 because she’s inherently closer to the MC regardless of whether you liked her or not in Step 2. Her feelings are out of your control and the game isn’t so dramatic that you can push her affection away and not let her bond with you, haha. But ‘being closer’ can still be relative. For some people maybe that means you’re best buds now and for others it might just mean you’re not fighting all the time any more. If there’s other parts you want to mention, feel free to let us know.

Did the illustrator for Our Life change?

We have many OL artists! The main artists who set the game’s style haven’t changed, but there’s multiple other artists who help finish assets.

So Miranda's type is confident and outgoing, huh? So...does that mean Terri's her type?? 👀

Haha, sorry for the late reply on this. As you might’ve seen in our post yesterday- yeah that is her type.

Hey! First, I just want to say I've really enjoyed how detailed OL got with gender identity and sexuality and how respectful the topics were handled! It's been so wonderful to play since the experiences could be close to my own (I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up at parts). Second, I was wondering, would future games explore the topic of polyamory? I'd love to see more visual novels allow room for that and I saw you've explored the topic before.

Keep up the amazing work! ♡

Thank you! We do want to include polyamory in at least some of our future projects. Floret Bond, which might be what you’re referring to when mentioning how we’ve explored the topic before, is on hold unfortunately. So right now I’m not sure when something might release or what will be the first game of ours to come out with poly relationships (we might do something else before FB is done). We’ll have see how things ends up coming together.

Hey um. I feel like im not allowed to ask this on the private discord cuz people will yell at me but why is there so much focus on OL2 and not finishing OL1 stuff? I like the new people but i kind of want to finish cove's story and get derek and baxter stuff first. didn't people pay for it?

I’m sorry, I don’t understand entirely what’s making that situation a concern. There’s a channel in the discord for critique where no one is allowed to comment back. People can voice things they’re worried about without any way for others to push back on it. And the two teams working on the OL games are different. We try to post pretty often about how we’re hiring brand new people to start on Our Life: Now & Forever. The OL1 team is all still working on OL1 like normal. There’s only more updates on the Patreon for OL2 because the expansions to the first game are mostly script-based at this point while OL2 is just starting to get all its art, which means there’s a lot more to show off as previews.

Also, there was a Kickstarter for the first Our Life, if that’s what you mean by people paying for it. But one of the stretch goals was to start Our Life 2 early, before fully completing Our Life 1, so that the new game could be out sooner. It wouldn’t make sense to stop doing OL2 work because that would be going against what backers were promised. Maybe you didn’t get the full story before and hopefully this clears it up!

Hello! I know it's up to every player but.. What is your recommendation for playing order? Did you ever had any timeline events planned?

I didn’t make the events with a planned timeline. The events got made simply as I had ideas for them and then I just kind of organized them from left to right on the screen in an order to space out more dramatic ones between more lighthearted ones. Any order the player wants to go with is totally valid!

Hi! It's Step 4 a paid dlc or update? And how long it's planned to be? Ps. Love the game!

The Step 4 epilogue is free! The Cove Wedding DLC does cost money, though. Those are planned to be shorter than the usual Steps/DLCs.

Will we have options for what sort of job the MC might have by the time step 4 takes place?

Yeah, you can. It’s not super exact or detailed, but there are options about it.

Is there a pandemic in Our Life world, or is it just in a better timeline with no pestilence?

Our Life is pandemic-free! That didn’t exist when we began working on the project and it’s not something we’d like to feature in this story now that it has unfortunately come along, aha.

Hi, you said that you can play tic-tac-toe or hangman with Cove in Boating if you're sick/scared but I keep getting tic-tac-toe. Am I doing something wrong?

After being sick/scared you have to continue to be upset/unwell. If you calm down and decide to just chill you’ll end up playing tic-tac-toe.

Hi, GB Patch! Since Lee was initially commissioned to only appear in two Steps does this mean she won't appear in the Wedding DLC? I really like her character so it'll be a little weird to not have our cousin at our wedding, aha.

She is gonna be in Step 4/the wedding DLC after all! We’re still working with her creator to make sure it fits with what they wanted.

Is Sunset Bird based on a real place? Asking for a friend, not trying to move there or anything. 👀

It’s based on small beach towns in So-Cal, but not one specific town you could go see in real life, I’m afraid. It’d be nice if it was real, though.

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We released a new FAQ! It answers common questions and we’ll keep adding more to it. Please check there before sending an ask. FAQ Also, if you prefer to just see the main posts without all the asks/reblogs, feel free to follow our side account instead: GB Patch Updates Blog

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headheartbellarke · 3 years

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I Wish You Would | CHARLIE GILLESPIE

Requested by anon: “hello🌼 could u please write a charlie x reader imagine when he posts a picture on his instagram story with a girl to makes his crush jealous, but she end up distancing herself from him bc she's hurt and respect what she thinks is his relationship” PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem!reader WORDS: 2,445 WARNING(s): angst w a happy ending, some language SUMMARY: “I wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I'd live."

A/N: hi, everyone!! really, really sorry that this took so long. haven’t had the best march tbh, and writer’s block is a bitch. && this isn’t very good, either, but i had to get something done. love u <3

TEN HOURS EARLIER

“And… post!” Charlie taps his phone, grinning brightly.

Owen cheers from behind him, his voice meshing into the humdrum of the bar they’re currently at. “I’m so proud of you!”

His friend laughs, spinning around in the bar stool to face him. “She’ll finally understand what it feels like!”

Owen nods frantically, taking another sip of the drink in his hand.

Charlie copies his movement – a part of him knows that he is absolutely hammered, but the bigger part of him doesn’t care. He’s had a long day, and he deserves this.

Besides, how else would he and his best friend have thought of this wonderful plan if they didn’t have a billion drinks in their system?

PRESENT

A knock on the door pulls Y/N from her thoughts. “Come in!” She yells, but her voice comes out feeble and hoarse, probably from all the crying she’s been doing for the past hour.

As the door swings open, her best friend, Savannah, pokes her head in. “Hey, babe. You all right?”

Y/N sniffs. “M’fine.”

Savannah enters the room, closing the door softly behind her. She walks to the window, opening the curtains, and Y/N groans when light floods into the previously dark room.

She sits on the bed beside Y/N, and Y/N rests her head on her shoulder as she pulls the covers up to cover their bodies.

“I’m sure that they’re not dating.” Savannah says, wrapping an arm around her best friend.

Y/N chuckles sadly. “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Sav. I mean, in the photo, he was kissing her cheek. Literally. And he put a heart between them.”

Savannah sighs. “That’s so not Charlie, you know… kissing random girls in bars and posting pictures with them.”

“Yeah, that’s so not Charlie, because she’s not a random girl. Her name’s Francesca and she went to high school with him, so, technically, she’s known him longer, and probably better than me.”

“I – I had no idea.”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, babe, just tell him about how you feel. I’m sure that he likes you too.”

“If he liked me, then he wouldn’t be kissing Francesca!”

Y/N exhales, as Savannah gulps, not knowing what to respond. “Y/N, I – I swear, he’s crazy about you. I don’t know what happened between last Friday and today, but I swear – the Charlie that I know – has eyes for no one but you.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, feeling a pang in her heart at Savannah’s words. “Savannah, we kissed and then he ghosted me for a day and now he’s posting pictures of him kissing another girl! I think he has eyes for everyone!”

Savannah bites her lower lip, not knowing what to respond, again. Her best friend feels tears prick at the back of her eyes when she says, “Maybe I’m a bad kisser.”

Savannah’s eyes widen, and she sits up, straight. “No. No. Babe, no. Don’t say that, ever. You’re a great kisser, okay! You’re an amazing kisser. Your lips are fine as hell, believe me. He’s the one with crusty ass lips. They’re not even lips, they look like… like… peanuts.”

Y/N stares at her best friend for a moment, before saying, “Peanuts, Sav? Really?”

“It’s the first thing that came into my mind!” She says defensively, before the girls break into a fit of laughter.

“I’m never talking to him again, ever.” Y/N says after they’ve calmed down. “I’m never even gonna look in his direction. Fucking asshole.”

Charlie sighs, taking another sip of his coffee. It’s eight in the morning, and he’s normally a morning person – he loves the mornings, the peace, the quiet, and the feeling that comes along with it more than anything, but right now, he just feels… sad.

On regular days, he would be talking to his best friend, Y/N, about everything that’s on his mind. But today’s different.

Last Friday, Y/N kissed him, and long story sort, it was the best thing that’s ever happened to him. After work that day, they went to get some food at a drive through, like they usually do. All throughout the ride, they made plans to go hiking once the production for season two finishes. She drove the car to a lookout, and oh, god, it was so pretty. The midnight sky was littered with stars, and since they were at the edge of town, there was less pollution, and they could see bits of the galaxy, too.

But, for some reason, the girl next to him seemed more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen, and after they finished eating, he just sat and stared at her talk about the last book that she’d read, for a while. He knows that it was terrible that he wasn’t listening – but how could he pay attention to anything when she looked like that, especially with passion illuminating her face like times square on New Year’s Eve?

She had looked at him as if he’d just grown a third head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Li – like what?” He’d asked, embarrassed to be blatantly caught.

“Like that…” She’d said and kissed him, and it felt like he was seeing colour for the first time. Although, the next day, everything turned to shit.

Now, it’s Monday, and she’s nowhere to be seen. He desperately wants to know if his and Owen’s plan actually worked (no reason that it wouldn’t), and he feels so impatient right now, and he misses her. Also, his massive hangover isn’t helping, either.

He hears his name being called, and sees Kenny smiling at him.

“Hey, so we’re gonna do a different scene today, since Y/N and Savannah are out, is that okay with you?”

His heart races. “What happened to them?”

“Y/N’s sick, and Savannah’s taking care of her.”

“Oh. Yeah, it’s okay with me.” He says, feeling his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.

“This is the last time I’m asking you this…” Y/N sings, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Put my name at the top of your list!” Savannah sings, using Y/N’s straightener as a mic.

“This is the last time I’m asking you why!” Madison joins.

“You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye!” Jadah sings, jumping on the bed.

As the second verse comes on, the girls sit on Y/N’s bed, huddled close to each other.

“You know, I’m feeling better now than I did when I woke up.” Y/N says, resting her chin on her knees.

“Taylor Swift can fix anything.” Madison says, leaning her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

She nods. “And y’all. Thanks for being here.”

Jadah grins, wrapping an arm around her. “We couldn’t let you have a pity party all alone!”

Savannah laughs. “I’m gonna kill him, I swear.”

“As relieving as that would be, don’t. I’ve decided what I should do.”

Madison quirks a brow. “You’re gonna kill him yourself?”

“Madi! No. I’m gonna distance myself.”

Savannah tilts her head. “I think that maybe you two should talk it out.”

“I don’t think so. I need space, time to figure it out. My head feels like a mess. And I respect him and Francesca, and I’m not gonna dip my toes between them.”

The other girls solemnly nod their head.

“You do realize that that’s not actually the saying?” Jadah says, after a while.

“Don’t embarrass me, kid.”

Charlie exhales, watching his breath crystallize to tiny ice particles in front of him. Even though, he’s a Canadian, he still feels cold. Although maybe it’s not due to the weather, but due to the coldness in Y/N’s eyes.

He watches her chat with Jeremy a few feet away, both of them discussing something that is out of bounds to him. He knows that it’s probably decisions regarding their characters, considering Y/N’s character is Jeremy’s character, Reggie’s love interest, but a part of him feels like it’s shit about him.

He has no reason to feel that way, of course. He hasn’t spoken to Y/N in four days, and this morning, when he saw her after for what feels to be eternity, he was blatantly ignored. He had only watched helplessly as Y/N exited the room the moment he entered and had sunk into his chair feeling like absolute shit, especially with everyone’s pitiful stares.

Charlie’s mind keeps replaying each moment, torturing over every tiny detail, wondering what he did wrong.

And that’s when it hits him: she really doesn’t want him anymore.

Last Saturday, he had hopelessly watched her with her long-term boyfriend of god-knows-how-long – he had come to surprise her on set, and it was Charlie that was more surprised. Because he thought that they were over, for good. And it wasn’t like they seemed like they weren’t dating. They were acting just like they used to when they were dating, and he was too close to her for his comfort. They still laughed the same, joked around the same, and were just as inseparable as they used to be.

A question kept rising in Charlie’s mind, like an icicle to his heart: why would she kiss him when she already had someone else? Why would she give him hope, and then take it all away? Why would she dangle his hurt in front of him?

So, he decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, and posted a picture with Francesca, his high school friend, who he had run into that night.

Owen sinks into the chair beside Charlie. “You okay?”

“I’m starting to believe that our plan didn’t work.”

“Hey, uh, Y/N?”

The girl in question hears Charlie’s voice, and turns around, avoiding looking into his eyes.

“Can we talk?” He says, and for a moment, her defences are down again. He looks so… tired, almost like he’s going through the same things that she is. Almost like there’s an explanation as to why he broke her heart, why he ruined something that had the potential to be extraordinary, why he made her feel so bad about herself.

And she almost believes it, too. Like the fool she is.

She presses her lips into a thin line, and says, “Nothing to talk about.”

As Charlie opens his mouth to protest, she smiles and walks away.

“Okay, Charlie, you two need to talk it out. This is too much. Both of you are obviously hurting, and there’s obviously some serious miscommunication here.”

Charlie shakes his head at Savannah’s words. “She hates me.”

“No. She could never hate you.” She says, thrusting her phone in Charlie’s face. His eyes squint to read the text on the screen – from Y/N.

Sorry – forgot to leave a note. Drove down to Dad’s, gonna stay here for a while. It’s too painful – honestly, you know what? I’m still very, very, very mad at him. But I’m also missing him very, very, very much. So, I need to flush it out. Flush him out. He might be a jerk, but he’s still one of the best people that I’ve ever met. Love you, okay? Will return when the time is right.

Charlie’s eyes widen, and he stares at Savannah’s face for a while. “There – there is still hope!”

She nods frantically. “You should call her –”

“I’m gonna drive down to her dad’s house, too!”

“That works, too.”

A frantic knock on the front door pulls Y/N from her thoughts. She stops typing on her keyboard, and flips the lid shut, keeping it on the dining table in front of her.

She runs to her dad’s door, knowing that it’s him, back from his shopping. She opens the door, saying, “Let me take those for – Charlie?!”

Y/N’s heart swells at his sight as he grins sheepishly.

“So, there’s been some misunderstandings… can I come in?” He asks, and Y/N pauses, considering.

He sighs, and adds, “Please?”

She stares at him.

He juts his bottom lip out. “Pretty please?”

“Fine, come in.”

He closes the door behind him, wordlessly following Y/N, who feels like she might hurl right now. They sit on the couch, and it’s really, really awkward for a few seconds.

Y/N sighs. “You said you –”

“Yes. Yes, yeah. OK, so – I, uh, I –”

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Why would you do that to me? Do I really mean that little to you?”

“I could say the same about you!”

“Really?”

“Yes! I saw you with Shahid that day, I know that you two are back together –”

“Shahid?!”

“Yes!”

She stares at him, baffled.

“So…so… Francesca….”

“I only posted the picture to make you jealous! She asked me if I wanted to go out with her and the rest of my high school friends, and of course I went, and she saw that I was being a little… unsocial. So, I told her about how the girl that I’m completely crazy about has a boyfriend! And a long term one at that, too! And then Owen came up with a brilliant plan, and I guess you know what it was. Now, I’m realizing that it might not have worked.”

She stares at him for a moment, before she bursts out laughing. Charlie throws her a confused look.

“You – you thought that Shahid – Shahid, my best friend since we were in nappies, Shahid who is married to this amazing man, and at whose wedding I was the maid of honour – you thought that I was dating him?”

“He’s gay?!”

“Bisexual. Oh my god, I have to tell him. This is hilarious.”

Charlie bites the corner of his lower lip, feeling his cheeks heat up. “This is really embarrassing. But you two act like you’re dating!”

“No, we don’t. You’re just being insecure and jealous. I’ve known him forever, and yes, I am the most comfortable around him. Because he’s my family. He’s my brother. Oh, god, I can’t believe that you were jealous of him – wait, have you thought that we were dating this whole time?”

“Kind of. I thought you guys broke up when he didn’t visit you on set during the first two months of production.”

“He was helping feed kids in Somali.”

“Oh. Oh. God, I feel so –”

“Dumb? That’s because you are.”

He grins sheepishly, his cheeks crimson.

Y/N smiles. “But I forgive you. And I wouldn’t mind if you took me on a proper date this time.”

“Deal. Also, promise that we’ll always talk it out before… you know… doing anything?”

She laughs, and nods. He wraps his pinkie finger around hers.

“Well, Owen’s plan did kind of work, though.”

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captainofthetidesbreath · 3 years

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General D&D question time: have you seen the changes WoTC are making to statblocks in future books? If so, what do you think of them?

I have, and I think all of them are fantastic! I've been following it since the release of Wild Beyond The Witchlight, which already contains the changes. If you haven't been following the developments on Twitter, Wizards published an article by Jeremy Crawford yesterday walking through the changes. My copy of WBTW arrived today coincidentally, so I can pull up some great examples (apologies for bad photos). I will disclaimer that I am not a DM (though I want to!), and I haven't DM'd, but I've spoken a lot to DMs and read about their reactions to this. So, my thoughts here are from following thoughts of DMs and how I am personally approaching this as someone who would be new to DMing using these blocks.

I think the layout of the new statblocks is fantastic. I love listing the proficiency bonus, I love bonus actions having their own section. The reorganization is super intuitive and friendly to use, and it makes it easier to quickly understand what combat abilities are available.

I also like that statblocks for named characters include a personality trait, an ideal, a bond, and a flaw that offer very clear direction for roleplaying and combat notes that offer guidance on efficiently using this statblock. This is extremely DM-friendly and makes prep-work a lot simpler. Figuring out how the statblock expects you to PLAY this character in combat is often a harrowing experience.

If you've noticed in the Warduke, alignments make a return in WBTW and will be featured in upcoming books. I know alignments are not popular, but I like them! The Player's Handbook (and Crawford, in his article) describes alignment of a creature as "broadly describing its moral and personal attitudes" and that the behavior it describes is only typical and absolutely not everyone behaves that way. I like alignments as a general structure for roleplaying, as it helps give an idea of how to approach roleplaying an NPC or a creature. So, I think "only named characters have a specific alignment, and creatures with strong moral inclination have 'typically' preceding an alignment suggestion" is a good move.

People are really worried about about the spellcasting changes, but I think they're fantastic. I recommend reading the Crawford article for the full explanation. Nixing spell slots for NPCs and translating all their spells to be X/day is HUGELY helpful. Tracking spell slots as a DM is awful, and this simplifies the process immensely. But, I think paring down the spells list to focus more on utility is a great move. It makes it easier to understand how an NPC should function in combat and cuts down on the number of spells one needs to cross-reference to figure out what they even do.

There are vocal concerns out in the community that moving things out of spellcasting and making them magical actions instead effectively makes Counterspell without any use cases, but I don't agree. Hold Person, Charm Person, Banishment, Hypnotic Pattern, Polymorph, Plane Shift, Dominate Beast, Fly, Faerie Fire, Irresistible Dance, Mass Suggestion, Finger of Death, Dispel Magic, Teleport, Wish, Maze are all spells I spotted in the spellcasting section in WBTW that I would as a player consider Counterspelling—and I can think of many more utility spells I'd Counterspell immediately. Utility spells offer great value, and they are indeed still worth negating. Spells also cast from items also remain open to being Counterspelled, such as in the case of NPCs wearing Boots of Levitation or using a Staff of Power.

Generally, I think giving spellcasting NPCs a magical action that cannot be Counterspelled to defend themselves with is good. It actually allows spellcasters the ability to threaten the party even if a Counterspell is on the table, which is often a struggle with having spellcasting NPCs, and makes them capable of actually putting up a fight. This just shifts the rhythm and what you can may consider focusing on negating with a Counterspell.

Overall, my verdict is that the changes are all great and positive.

#long post for ts #DnD things

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camthesolemnone · 3 years

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Hi, it's like, 11PM, but I just thought of 3 more promising for you:

1: Nightmares. One of them end up eating g nightmares after their married (the severity of it is up to you), and ends up waking up/getting woken up by the other. They try to help them calm down, and yeah.

Hurt/comfort style, bay-beeeee

Crap I made this nightmare a lot more hurtful than I probably should have. Poor Heavy :<

Warnings for violence, harsh insults, and a mention of sex (not explicit).

Also you mentioned "after they're married" so I'm assuming you mean Misha and Josef. No quarrels here, I'll take any excuse to write about them again.

Scout stood in front of him, tapping his foot and his metal baseball bat against the pavement in an irritated fashion. He had stolen yet another one of Heavy's sandwiches and the giant was determined to get it back. What threw Misha off, however, was the man's sudden stop.

It seemed like he wasn't planning on running away anymore.

"So, tons o' fun, you ready to fight me like a man?" Jeremy taunted, shifting back and forth on his feet in a battle-ready position.

The Russian glared at the Bostonian and cracked his knuckles.

"You are the baby man here. All you do is run like big coward. Heavy will show you real strength!" He shot back.

Scout's smirk and the way he twirled his bat in front of himself held not just confidence, but an overwhelming amount of spite. Misha was almost paralyzed by the man's unforeseen change in demeanor.

"Does a real man just sit at home and bang his gay husband while his ma 's dying and his sisters are tryna fend for themselves?"

Suddenly, that state of paralysis came true. Heavy's blood ran cold while his heart sped up to an unhealthy level.

"How...what--it is not like...I DID NOT KNOW SHE WAS ON HER DEATH BED! IT HAPPENED SO SUDDENLY THAT EVEN SISTERS DID NOT KNOW!" He shouted, stepping forward to grab Scout by the collar and knock his lights out, "how do you even know of these things? I never--"

Misha was stunned back into silence. His hand went straight through Jeremy's body, and the nimble runner reeled back before bringing his bat down on the Russian's shoulder. The impact was five times as painful as it should have been for Scout's pitiful muscles, and Heavy was sent to the ground with a startled scream. Why couldn't he touch Scout when the man could hit him? He attempted to stand up and retaliate, but Jeremy placed the handle of the bat on the top of his skull and pushed down, shoving his face into the ground.

"You're a failure, chucklenuts! You failed your team, your family, and you're about to fail yourself!"

Heavy cried out, "Nyet!" but in a flash, Scout had disappeared. After a few hesitant moments, the Russian determined he was in the clear and began to lift himself up. Then, as quickly as Scout had vanished, Spy appeared. The Frenchman unfolded his butterfly knife before thrusting it downwards into Heavy's hand, essentially pinning him to the ground. Misha let out another howl of pain.

"I have places to be, so I will make it quick. Enjoy your stay in hell, fat man!"

Heavy wasn't given a chance to respond, as Soldier and Demoman came crashing down onto his back, grinding their boots into his spine. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip so hard to prevent a whimper from escaping that it started to bleed.

"Pozhaluysta, make it stop."

"You are nothing but a greasy Commie who deserves to have his fingers ripped off one by one!" Soldier yelled.

Demoman smashed a beer bottle on the back of the bear's neck, causing him to let out a choked gasp. A rapid series of lashes from Jane's whip resulted in more shrieks and Heavy bleeding in multiple places.

"I ain't drunk, I just despise you, you blubbery Bolshevik!"

"I HATE YOU, STALINGRAD!"

"You're the most rotten crop in the field, partner."

"I've had a lot of poor souls as targets, but bloody hell! You're past pathetic, ya pig! What's this? I think you might even be bleeding gravy!"

"Mmph mmph hmm! Hudda!"

"Yeah, not so tough now are ya? Are ya!"

Misha couldn't stand it. He was being torn apart from the inside out. What had he ever done to deserve this? Why was his team, his friends, punishing him like this?

"Stop! No more! Heavy has had enough!"

Everyone turned to dust, leaving only one figure standing tall and proud. He almost seemed to glow amidst Heavy's blurring vision.

"Doktor, I made vow to myself that I would never appear so weak in front of you, but please, I beg of you, help me..."

Medic turned around. His initial expression was one of confusion, but it soon transformed into one of cold ill-will.

"And why should I do that?" He asked solemnly.

Misha could feel tears pricking in his eyes.

"Josef, please, I love you. Do you love Heavy? You said you did, on day we got married, on the day before that, so, so many times. Do not tell me you have given up on me as well!"

Josef's features softened with concern for his other half. He bent down towards the trembling, bleeding giant and caressed his cheek.

"Of course I haven't left you, Misha," he whispered with a tiny smile.

Through his agony, Heavy could almost feel his own smile coming on. His love was here. He was going to save him from this prison and clean him up and everything would be normal again.

Then, he felt a blade pierce through his chest. One that could only belong to the Ubersaw.

"I couldn't have left you if I was never yours in the first place."

"NO!"

Josef awoke with a start, his breathing almost as rapid as the man sitting next to him. With owlish eyes, he turned his head towards his husband and felt his heart shatter.

Heavy has his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He was crying into his sleeve like a child and his whole body shook with remnants of fear. Medic reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, but then quickly withdrew it when he determined physical contact towards someone unstable wasn't wise. Instead, he lowered his tone to a murmur and called out to Heavy.

"Misha? Meine liebe? What on earth happened?"

The giant continued to shake and sob for another minute, but once he turned his head and saw his beloved doctor next to him, he gasped.

"You are still here!" He cried.

The German's worry intensified.

"Of course I am, geliebte. I will always be here for you. Just what sort of nightmare did you have?"

Without warning, the giant eclipsed the smaller man completely and cried into his hair. His large arms were almost suffocating, but Josef returned the embrace, rubbing his back through his pajama shirt.

"Scout and Engineer and everyone-...and Doktor stabbed me and--"

"Shh, calm down, Misha. It's going to be alright, I'm here now, and I would never hurt you. I love you, meine Bär," Medic mused, putting everything into making his partner feel comfortable again.

Heavy removed his face from the medic's hair and looked him in the eyes, his own still slightly wet.

"Heh, Heavy is such a mess. Leetle baby dream turned ME into the baby," he joked, wiping his left cheek.

Josef took to wiping his right with a comforting thumb, "There is nothing to be ashamed about, Misha. We all have our bad days and nights. I wake up frequently with nightmares too, usually of you or my parents dying."

Heavy's face dropped again.

"You never thought to wake me up? You know Heavy does not mind. I love you very much, Josef. Would climb mountain for you to be at peace."

The German placed a finger over his husband's lips and shook his head.

"We'll talk about that later. Now is about you. Come now, you must feel exhausted."

And he was right. His breakdown had thoroughly wiped him out, and Medic's soft hands rubbing circles on his hip and on his cheek wasn't helping.

Smiling softly, Josef placed a small kiss on his lover's lips, a reminder that they were both safe, before wrapping his own arms around the Russian and laying the both of them back down.

"Don't worry, Misha. I promise you'll dream sweetly now. I'll even make some French toast in the morning, how does that sound?" Medic grinned.

Heavy, however, was still a tad on the anxious side, so he pulled his wonderful husband closer to his chest and kissed the crown of his head.

"Thank you for staying by my side, Doktor. Heavy appreciates you more than you will ever know."

Medic wanted to respond, but Heavy fell asleep almost instantaneously afterwards. Instead, he continued to smile in the darkness and ran a steady hand across the specialist's back until he himself succumbed to the world of slumber.

A promise was a promise. Misha was not tormented further.

#tf2 #heavymedic #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #damn this is brutal

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undyingskies · 3 years

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Drown

request: no

a/n: I can’t tell if I hate this, love it, or just like it. This fic was just be completely self indulging in this idea and writing it all out. Fair warning it is long but I hope you enjoy!

also this fic includes lyrics from the song drown by clinton kane! i don’t claim them as my own, i just uses them as the writing the reader wrote!

warnings: a few curse words

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You fell and you fell hard. Like every cliche story ever, you fell for your best friend. It was a long time coming and most people that surrounded the two of you had called it long ago. Both of you were constantly denying the truth of it though, and all these years later here you are face to face with the truth.

You and Owen had met a long time ago, that fun age in between not being a kid anymore and puberty. You were little miss perfect, always has been and always be. While Owen was quite frankly the opposite, it’s not that he was “bad” or “misbehaved” but he wasn’t shy or afraid to show who he was.

While on the other hand, you were quiet, shy, and kept to yourself. How the two of you became friends, let alone, best friends was beyond you. To this day you still couldn’t pinpoint the moment your friendship began.

Knowing the two of you now, it makes complete sense to everyone. While you may be quiet and shy, you were practically the female version of Owen. A similar personality and humor. You held this certain confidence about yourself that would just draw people to you and Owen always says that’s what got him. That’s what made him want to be your friend.

Now here you are about 10 years later, still best friends but instead of swallowing nervously due to the activities you were always dragged to because of Owen, you were swallowing down the nerves of your feelings for him.

You’re sitting in your shared living room, surrounded by some of your closest friends, your inhibitions low due to the cup in your hand.

You figured drowning yourself in whatever drink was poured in your cup would stop the never ending thoughts of the boy you love. But instead you still saw his face.

I can’t even drink without seeing his face, you think to yourself.

The boys had decided since everyone had the next few days off it would be fun to throw a little party at the apartment. A game/movie night if you will.

So that’s how you ended up sitting quietly in your group of friends, sitting in a circle playing some game similar to truth or dare. You weren’t paying attention when they were explaining the rules, lost in your thoughts, their words just murmurs to you in the background. Until a voice cuts through,

“Y/N! Hey!” Charlie’s voice loud and booming, pulling your attention. “It’s your turn.” A small smirk displayed on his face.

Here’s the thing, you lived with the two boys. Owen and Charlie. When Owen found out he would be filming in Toronto, Canada, he booked you a ticket before he even asked you about it. You have always loved Canada and dreamed about living there, so he took you and now here you are a few months later.

Charlie welcomed you with open arms the same way he did Owen. The two of you getting dangerously close.

Dangerously because Charlie can’t keep a secret for his life and he now happened to know every single one of yours.

Now here you are, staring back at Charlie who has a smirk plastered on his face.

“What was Owen like in high school?” A shaky breath leaves at his question, grateful that his question wasn’t invasive the way you had assumed it would have been.

“Oh gosh,” you say laughing slightly, “ I would say very similar to the guy you know today. He still did the same dumb shit then that he does now! He did get in trouble though, always for being too loud or disruptive!” You admittedly tell them.

Owen scoffs at your words, feigning hurt and a pout. “I was not that bad Y/N.” He says laughing.

“Ya sure Joyner, you had detention like every week!” You laugh out.

“Okay well hey!” He says, holding his hands up, “not all of us can be like little miss perfect over here! Never got in trouble, straight A’s, always on time, always the teacher’s favorite!”

“Well one of us had to be the good one! God knows how many times I saved you from getting in trouble!” You laugh out.

“Very true.” Owen says throwing a wink in your direction. You can feel the heat spread across your cheeks, bringing your cup up to your face to hopefully hide it.

“Anyways next!” You say thinking of who to choose. “Savannah...”

As always you let someone else come up with your question, picking invasive questions for games like this was not your strong suit. Often opting out for something silly or plain, you could never come up with a question good enough.

The point of the game was to get embarrassing answers, get someone to admit something they didn’t want too, or get someone to do something silly. You loved playing but just couldn’t get your questions to match the game.

The game goes on and on. Everyone getting picked on throughout the night. Savannah having to admit who her worst kiss was, Jeremy having to give Carolynn a lap dance, even Tori having to call the guy she liked and asking him out on a date. It just kept going and everyone question or demand getting worse than the last.

Every few rounds you seemed to escape the prying eyes and questions of your friends. You often got up to fill your cup, not wanting to let the substance get below empty.

You were feeling good, giddy even. Your head light, thoughts happy, and mind empty except for your never-ending laughter due to your friends.

That’s until it was Charlie’s turn again. This time he wasn’t letting you get off easy, it happened to many times.

He had hoped that if he asked you an easy question someone else would probe you for a harder one, but no one did.

That wasn’t going to happen again.

“So Y/N, you’ve been writing some things recently haven’t you?” He asks you. Oh shit.

“Yes Charlie, I have been. You know this.” You tell him trying to play it cool. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you knew what he was doing or letting the others know or suspect any embarrassment.

“I want you to read us the last thing you wrote.” You shot him a deadly look, one that does not go unnoticed by your friends.

You feel your ears and cheeks start to turn pink, you would bet that the heat coming off of them would cause people to see steam.

Charlie was very well aware of his knowledge of what you were writing and the topic of such.

Both of you very well aware.

“No, Y/N, you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable.” Owen pipes up placing his hand on your arm for a split second.

Owen knew his best friend, like the back of his hand. He knew that as much as you were an amazing writer that you hated sharing it. Often times not even letting him read what you wrote.

He was also well aware of how your shoulders tensed up at Charlie’s request and the look on your face.

“No, it’s fine O. I can read it.” You tell him lightly pushing him away from the space he had closed in between you while trying to comfort you.

Then you’re on your feet, heading to your room. Searching for the pale yellow notebook you kept rather hidden, not trusting either of the two nosy boys you live with.

You walk back, yellow notebook in hand and take your seat back in between Owen and Savannah.

With a deep breath, you open your notebook flipping back to the last page you had written on. Wincing at the topic of it.

“Okay,” you start, having to take another breath in, “this one’s called drown.”

Savannah places a gentle hand on your leg for comfort. The two of you also rather close so she was well aware of your discomfort in this situation as well. Your shoot her a small smile.

“I’ve been trying to keep my distance,

but in an instance, you break me down.

I know better than to want you, but I succumb to you without a doubt.”

You look up at all of the faces looking at you before you continue yet again.

“Tell me lies, tell me painted truths.

anything at all to keep me close to you.

Pull me under the way you do, tonight I want to drown in the ocean of you.”

With that, you close your book. You had a few more scribbled ideas around this one but none of them made the cut for it quite yet.

Everyone was quiet after you finished reading it, shocked by your truthful words and ever so obvious confession through your words.

Well ever so obvious to everyone but Owen.

“That was really good Y/N!” Savannah tells you with a smile. “Ya, that was really good!” Tori agrees.

“See I told you it was good Y/N!” Charlie says proud of himself for getting you to finally read something out loud.

“Wait, you read what she wrote?” Owen asks, hurt coming over his face slightly. You never shared anything and on the rare occasion you did with him but no one else.

“Well yeah, she asked me for my opinion on the concept for the piece.” Charlie admits, knowing fully what he was doing.

Charlie knew that Owen liked you, he would even go as far as say love you. He knew that Owen would get jealous that you came to him and let him read what you wrote but not Owen.

Over the last few weeks all he heard Owen do is complain about the distance you were placing between the two of you. He also always heard Owen’s frustration of you not sharing your work with him.

Charlie had a plan and knew exactly what he was doing.

“Well what was the concept then?” Owen asks not reading to let it go.

“Nothing Owen.” Charlie says at the exact same time you say, “Just a guy that I like.”

Your words shocking you just the same amount that they shocked everyone. Your confession makes its way out of you before your mind can catch up with your mouth.

Your newfound confidence from whatever drink had been occupying your cup for the night.

“You like someone?” Owen asks, shocked. Not bothering to hide his hurt from everyone.

You were supposed to come to him about these things, you two weren’t supposed to have secrets. But recently it felt like all that there were was secrets between the two of you.

“Ya I do,” you say shrugging your shoulders, “it’s not a big deal.”

You say with a wave of your hand trying to dismiss the conversation. You didn’t want to get into this, let alone get into it with Owen.

“So,” Jeremy says trying to change the subject and move onto the next person. The awkwardness that surrounded the atmosphere was just getting too much to bare.

“It is a big deal Y/N! It’s a big deal to me, I’m your best friend your supposed to tell me.” Owen says louder and completely ignoring the attempt to change the subject.

“Seriously O, it’s nothing.” You say while getting up to go to the kitchen, trying to escape Owen.

“It is not nothing!” Owen says just as sternly all while following you into the kitchen not letting you escape him or the conversation.

You just ignore him and his pestering as you go into the fridge to grab the water, deciding that it was the better beverage choice to make this time around.

You make your way around Owen, while he is still yelling at you, going to lean up on your tippy toes to grab a cup for the water. The cup just out of your reach, causing you to struggle.

You feel Owen’s hand lay itself on your lower back, you watch as his other hand reaches over you to grab the cup.

Instead of placing it down in front of you, he keeps it in his hand and close to his chest. He uses his one hand on your back to gently move you so that you’re facing him.

“Just tell me Y/N.” He says sounding defeated.

“I said let it go Owen, it doesn’t matter.” A loud sigh comes from Owen, the growing frustration evident on his face.

“Why can’t you get it through your head that it does matter Y/N.” He says through clenched teeth, not wanting to get overly mad at you.

“Why Owen? Why does it matter?” You say, the frustration finally boiling over in you.

“Why?” He says now yelling, “because you’re my best friend Y/N! We’re not supposed to have secrets, we’re supposed to tell each other everything, and now you’re replacing me with Charlie.”

Owen says that last part quieter, his head hanging low at his words.

“You think I’m replacing you with Charlie?” You ask just as quietly, your heart breaking slightly at the site of the boy in front of you.

“It sure feels like it Y/N. You’ve been spending so much time with him, sharing stuff you don’t share with me, and just ignoring me and putting all this distance between us.”

You didn’t know what to say back to him. You would have never guessed that he would notice what was going on or the fact that you were pulling away.

It’s not that you wanted too, it just felt like the right decision to make while trying to get over your growing feelings for him.

Charlie was just a convenient confidant, in the best way possible. He was always there and you trusted him, so you told him about your feelings for Owen and he was doing his best to help.

Until tonight.

“Can you please just tell me what’s been going on?” Owen asks breaking the silence and you from your thoughts.

“I can’t Owen, I promise it’s nothing serious.”

“It has to be serious if you’re pushing me away like this. You like someone and you haven’t even talked to me about it once, that’s never happened.”

You don’t understand why Owen was so hung up on such a small fact. It’s true that he was the one you usually came to with these things but anytime you told him about someone you liked he always brushed it off. It seemed like he was always so disinterested in that part of your life so him being so frustrated by the fact that you went to Charlie with it just seemed weird to you.

What you didn’t know is what was swirling through Owen’s head. Owen felt his heart clenching and his head spinning, anytime you brought up who you liked his heart stopped and he couldn’t get a breath in.

He wasn’t one to admit that though, he didn’t want to admit it to himself either. So he dismissed that feeling and dismissed any conversation that brought those feelings bubbling to the surface.

Deep down Owen knew the reason behind that feeling. He had fallen for you and fallen hard. He always would say he didn’t even know what love was, he couldn’t be in love with anyone not even you. But he did, he loved you.

And where it leaves you is you both standing a little too close for comfort in this situation.

Your heart beating faster because you weren’t ready to admit the feelings you had buried so deep.

And Owen’s breath shallow as he didn’t want to really know the outcome of this conversation yet he was so desperate to have it.

“Owen you never really care about who I like, why so much this time around?” You ask him trying to turn the conversation topic onto him rather than you.

“Of course I care about who you like! I care about anything that goes in in your life!” His tone raising with every word.

“Sure never seemed like it!” Your tone doesn’t match his, you feel defeated.

“I...” Owen trails off not knowing where to take this conversation, knowing that it will have to end in a confession if he continues. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I do care and just want to know who this guy is.”

It was now or never. You can finally admit your feelings that have been swallowing you whole for months now or just keep allowing yourself to drown in them.

“You.”

That’s all you say. Plain and simple.

Then it’s quiet. Too quiet, it seemed like the conversation in the living room stopped at the same time your confession finally came to the surface.

Your heart was beating faster than it ever has, faster than it was beating earlier.

Owen’s heart beating just as fast as yours. His was out of happiness and excitement while yours was due to nervousness.

Neither of you said a word.

“Well alright then.” You take his silence as his answer. You didn’t want to face him anymore; you were doing your best to hold back the warm tears that were threatening to spill over.

You turn on your heel ready to leave before he can see your tears. But before you can take another step his hand is on your wrist holding you in place.

“Say it again.” That’s all he says.

“Say what again Owen?” Your confused and just want to get out of this conversation.

“Who you like, say it again.”

“Just...why?” You don’t want to admit it again, you don’t want to face it again.

“Just please, say it again.” Owen is practically begging you at this point. He needed to hear you say it again, he needed the confirmation before he acted on his own feelings.

“You, Owen!” You say loud and frustrated, “I said you, Owen!”

That’s when Owen makes his move. In a blink of an eye his hand drops your wrist and makes its way to your cheek, and his lips are on yours.

You don’t move a muscle. Your shocked, you never expected to be in this position with Owen.

“Kiss me back.” Owen says with his lips still against yours.

That’s when you break through your trance. Your lips start to move in sync with his. Finally.

It was like a breath of fresh air, his lips on yours.

You pull apart slightly, taking a breath in. His lips chase after yours not ready to let the contact between the two of you end.

The taste of yours lips new and he was already addicted, not wanting it to fade away.

After a few more seconds of your lips moving together, Owen is the one to pull away. His lungs burning from the lack of air.

He places his forehead against yours, placing a kiss on your nose. Now that he finally kissed you, he never wanted to stop.

“I have wanted to hear those words for so long.” Owen admits, a smile on his face and one working its way on yours.

“Really?” You ask.

“Yes really!” Owen laughs, “I’ve liked you longer than I want to admit.”

“Ohhh really?” You ask teasingly. You could tell by the faint tint on his cheeks that he was feeling a little embarrassed. You couldn’t help but tease him a little.

“Yes, really Y/N! Now stop it!” Owen laughs out.

“Make me.” You retort back, the look on Owen’s face causing you to giggle.

With his eyebrows raised, Owen leans in just centimeters from your lips. “If you say so.” Then his lips are on yours again.

They move together in sync, much more passionate the time before. The both of you finally letting your feelings pour into the kiss.

“Are you two done yet?” You hear Charlie yell from right outside of the kitchen.

The two of you pulling apart laughing, of course Charlie was close by listening to what was happening.

“Yes Charlie!” You yell back laughing.

“Soooo,” Owen says looking down at you, your hands still entangled with each other and your chests still touching. “Soooo,” you say back.

“Just ask her out already damn!” Charlie yet again yells causing you two and everyone else to laugh.

“Fine Gillespie!” Owen yells back, “Y/N would you like to go on a date and get this thing started?” He asks you with a big smile.

“Yes, I would Joyner.” You say back smiling, leaning in for another kiss.

The two of you pull apart smiles upon both of your faces. The air light, all your feelings finally on the table, both of you happy and relieved to know that you both feel the same way.

“Now how about you read me some more of what you wrote about me!” He says with an eyebrow wiggle.

You shove him away, laughing.

“In your dreams Joyner.” You tell him.

He laughs, chasing after you as you run away from his hands that are trying to tickle you. His shouts of telling you to show him what you wrote and you laughing back no.

You’d rather show him happy writings than your sad ones. But with your newfound relationship blooming you were sure to show him some soon enough.

#owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #owen x reader #owen joyner imagine #owenjoynerimagines #owen joyner x y/n #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner fluff #owen joyner fanfiction #owen joyner fic #julie and the phantoms #jatp #julieandthephantomsimagine

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Knowing Yourself

Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie x Teen!Co-Star!Reader, Avengers cast x reader (Platonic, of course)

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

Description: You’re a 15 year old member of the Avengers cast and you have a pixie cut and you’re slightly boyish. One day, you overhear Anthony and Sebastian telling the other cast members that they think you’re “probably a lesbian”. As a very innocent, young person, you feel weird about it, since you’re not one to think a lot about sex and who you “prefer”.

Warnings: insecurity, questioning of sexuality, joking about sexuality, stereotypes about lesbians, shame over sexuality

(A/N): This fic doesn’t end up confirming the reader’s sexuality, so you can read this whether you’re straight, bi, lesbian or anything else really :)

Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie and most of the Avengers cast were sitting down for lunch on the set of Avengers: Triple Execution. The newest installment of the series had introduced two new young characters, you and Melania. While you and her were off on your own shenanigans, the “old people” enjoyed salads and slander from the set.

“No way, you’ve read the script!” Chris Evans exclaimed when Tom Holland claimed that he had. Tom nodded enthusiastically and the actors all shook their heads in disbelief.

“He’s bluffing,” said Robert as he grabbed the pepper from Scarlett. Tom admitted to defeat, finally admitting that he hadn’t, and that he just trying to pry information from the others.

Past the table ran Melania and then you, laughing. “Give me the soda, you scum!” you yelled. The cast watched the two of you in amusement.

“Don’t you two ever sit down and eat?” Paul Bettany called after you, causing giggles to erupt between the cast members. Nor you or Melania had time to answer since there was a heated fight over the Coca Cola. You both disappeared to somewhere else on set.

“Is it fun to work with Y/n?” Elizabeth asked Anthony and Sebastian, since they were working the closest with you.

“Of course! She’s a doll.” Sebastian said, forking his salad rather aggressively. None of the cast members had noticed you, now triumphantly holding the Coca Cola, running to hide between some props right next to the actors’ table. You smiled at Sebastian’s words.

“Actually, me and Sebastian have a bet with the Russo brothers,” Anthony explained. This peaked your interest and you listened closer. Either way, it was always a pleasure to listen Anthony tell a story. “They think she’s gonna turn out straight, so me and Seb betted that she’s lesbian.” The other actors laughed.

You froze. Lesbian? How could that be? Like with another woman? You knew that kind of stuff was normal, but you’d never thought of yourself doing it. You’d never even thought of sex with a boy, let alone a girl! Your cheeks heated up and your mood dampened in shame.

“I mean.. You’re not wrong!” Jeremy mused.

“Her short hair, her boyish style. That kid’s gonna be running after women in like a year!” Sebastian jumped in, and the cast laughed again.

“And she’s also real close with Melania.” Anthony joked. You didn’t know why, but a small tear slid down your face. You didn’t hate lesbians or anything, you just felt weird and uncomfortable.

Speaking of the devil, Melania had apparently spotted you between the props and ran over, grabbing the Cola from your clenched fists. You just let her have it, and she ran off laughing loudly. The sound apparently shut up the cast, which filled you with rage.

You stood up from among the props and marched past the large lunch table, to get to your trailer, looking down at the ground. Most of the cast could apparently easily see your tears, that were now falling freely.

“Y/n-” Don began, but you kept walking, leaving the cast stunned.

“She was crying, I think,” Scarlett whispered and the other actors nodded. Anthony and Sebastian were filled with a rotting guilt.

“We have to go talk to her..” Anthony said, standing up and leaving behind their unfinished sandwiches.

Meanwhile, you had gotten to your trailer and locked the door. Then you’d thrown yourself at your bed and just lied there and cried. You didn’t know for how long, until suddenly someone knocked on your door. You stopped crying, wiping your tears quickly.

“Y/n?” Sebastian yelled, knocking once more.

“What? Are you here to talk to me about my love affair with Melania?” You spat, hugging your knees to your chest. You felt horrible about yelling at the two. You considered them your big brothers.

Should you have considered them hot or attractive? Should you be having crushes on them? What if they were right? So many thoughts filled your head, things you weren’t at all ready to think about.

“We would like to apologize.. Can you please open up, N/n?” Anthony asked. You could hear the regret in their voices. You didn’t want things to be wrong between you guys. Besides, you thought, it was probably your own fault for not thinking about that stuff. I mean, you were fifteen! How hadn’t you thought about sex like everyone else your age? How could you be so naive?

You hesitantly got up and opened the door. You were instantly met with the apologetic faces of Anthony and Sebastian. They looked sad already, but you watched their expressions worsen, when they saw your red and puffy eyes.

Both of them instantly embraced you, and closed the door. You sniffled, attempting not to cry again. You pulled away and sat down on the floor of the trailer. Anthony and Sebastian exchanged glances, shrugged and then sat down next to you.

“Y/n.. We were wrong to say those things about you in there-” Anthony began, trying to meet your eye, but you only looked into your lap.

“No,” you interrupted, “It’s my own fault for being so sensitive about it. If I just.. If I just thought a little bit more about.. You know..”

“Oh, darling, no,” Sebastian voice was full emotion, as he pulled you into a hug, caressing your back. Anthony watched quietly, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“No, we were wrong, Y/n.. It was way out of line to make those assumptions about you, just from your appearance. We won’t do it again. You’re perfect just the way you are, you don’t need to start thinking about those nasty things.” Sebastian whispered calmingly. You gently pushed him away, still too shy to look at the two.

“Yeah, but.. I mean, shouldn’t I be considering these things? It just feels so weird that.. Such a basic part of who am I is something I haven’t taken any thought to. And the fact that you guys have a guess about it makes it even worse.. I should just figure it out now.” You poured your heart out, which was something you weren’t used. Telling others when you were troubled was way out of your comfort zone.

“No, no, no. You do not need to figure any of that out! Besides, that could take years! You don’t need to force any uncomfortable thoughts on yourself to be able to label yourself for others.” Anthony said, and finally you met their eyes with a half smile.

“There’s our doll!” Sebastian exclaimed and you hugged them both again.

“Thank you.” you said into their chests as the three of you sat together on the floor. You felt alright. You knew now that you didn’t need to have yourself in check at such a young age. You were still discovering, and you were doing it at your pace.

#avengers x reader #bucky x reader #falcon x reader #avengers cast x reader #sebastian stan x reader #anthony mackie x reader #x reader #reader insert #bucky fluff #sebastian stan fluff #sam wilson fluff #anthony mackie fluff #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #james barnes x reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers cast x teen!reader

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fukurodaze · 4 years

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if i ever get lost

pairing/s: third year!haiba lev x gn!reader genre: fluff, romantic tension aka best and softest tension word count: 3.2k warnings: like, one curse word this was also requested by anon! “3rd year Lev w a reader who’s struggling to pass all their homeworks, projects and quizzes (bc they piled up their works ;;) while thinking of how should they study for college/uni entrance exams?”

special thanks to nat @natszoo and ellie @lcnelyinthesky for beta reading and helping me w this!!

LISTEN TO: somebody loves you - jeremy zucker; glitter - benee

lowercase intended!

you throw your head back when you forget the term written on the flip side of the flash card haiba lev is holding. it’s a friday night, far past anyone’s bedtimes, but final exams for the first semester start on monday and you’re not sure where to start. haiba lev, being the person who has nothing better to do, agreed to come over and flip cards with random kanji, english, and biology terms on it.

lev might also be here because it’s an open secret that he’s liked you since first year, and you’ve never answered to his feelings, but you’re thinking friends for now - until you memorise all of this semester’s kanji, english vocabulary, and biology terms, that is.

“the phospholipid bilayer is made up of...”

lev gives you time to think, his wide eyes going between the answer on the card and your thinking face.

“shit, uh, the phospholipid bilayer is made up of two layers of phospholipids?”

“makes sense, but no.” lev answers, flipping the card to show you.

“the phospholipid bilayer is made up of a polar, hydrophilic area containing a phosphate group bound to glycerol, and a non-polar, lipophilic area containing fatty acids...” you read aloud, trying to memorise what’s currently going out your mouth, in one ear, and out again through another ear.

“you know, your flash cards are pretty comprehensive.”

you raise an eyebrow, “is that... a good thing?”

“i mean, yes and no,” he takes another sip of the tea your mom had insisted to bring to guests, “it’s harder to memorise, but it’s better for details. but-”

“but?” you watch as he takes another sip.

“i think if you really don’t know where to go, just understand the basic concept of everything. for one - what is the function of the bilayer?”

“why do you sound smart?” you question, tilting your head jokingly.

“hey! i am smart! most times! with tests like these that have essay questions, you just gotta learn the basic concept of each term and connect them.” lev advices, recounting his former volleyball captain and nekoma high school alumni, kuroo tetsuro’s, words when lev himself was barely scraping past his first semester finals when he’d just transferred.

“easier said than done in two nights,” you slouch your head on your desk, “plus! it’s not just biology. or exams.”

if memorising all these terms in the span of two days sounds bad enough, you’re still crushed with the supplementary course work and projects due next week as well.

you let out a deep groan. you’re so tired. it’s like biology information only comes up when you’re studying for english, biology only coming up for modern literature, and mathematics somehow being inserted into the little unknown kanji in modern literature. it’s all too much at once.

“it’s all too much at once, huh?” lev places his head on your desk, only a few inches away from your face. normally, you’d push him away, pull your head back up, or maybe even give him a light slap on a bad day, but today you welcome him.

you nod, quiet. you haven’t been able to get a breather. it’s essay this, quiz that, lab report here, test there. your mind is blank.

now, lev sits back up on the extra chair from your dining room, “have you eaten dinner?”

“why are you asking... it’s like, midnight.”

“the question still stands.”

you sigh, “nope.”

lev hums. he takes a pen, then twirls it, like his fingers possessed polar magnets that somehow let the pens never fall from his hands. but it does eventually, and when it falls with a plastic click on your wooden desk, lev visibly takes a big breath and says, “do you want to get ramen?”

you exhale through your nose and smile. “are you asking me out, haiba?”

“is it inappropriate to ask you out now?”

damn this tall dork. come to think of it, he’s never actually asked you out despite the obvious ways he’d vouch for your attention in the past. you’re quite surprised, frankly, as he’s always been so loud in the ways he’s wanted to be with you but never really made it seem like anything was going to happen.

but, hey, it’s late enough for you to put down your doubts about him away. after all, he’s been in your room for four hours, just helping you study. he wasn’t even studying himself - he just sat there, doing almost nothing. and for a guy like him, you wonder how he’s managed to keep there for so long.

“sure.”

lev’s eyes widen. “wait, really?”

“yeah,” you begin to set aside all your study materials, “we can go to a twenty-four hour place in the city, too.”

“alright! let me get you your coat!”

“my coat?” you raise an eyebrow when he hands you the coat you wear the most, feeling both flattered and slightly surprised that he recognises it straight away from your messy room. the boy comes to retreat his coat as well from one of the hangers in your room, and he even offers to get you your socks and boots.

“alright, alright, you don’t have to be that ready to go,” you joke.

he makes sure there is no noise when you two walk out of your house, through the suburbs of tokyo and to the nearest train to the city.

“aren’t you two a bit young to be here so late?” the shopkeeper, an old lady, mutters under her breath. you catch it through her croaky voice when you and lev enter the place together, but you pay no attention because all you care to focus on is the smell of broth and your empty stomach.

“for two, please,” lev says, undoubtedly hearing the woman’s remark, but answering with a smile. she smiles too, and so do you, and it makes you remember all the times he’s smiled and you’ve wanted to either punch him or hold his hand.

today just happens to be one of those days where you want to hold his hand. you shake the thought off.

when you two are seated at the ramen bar, your head falls onto your palm, tilting back to face lev, his chin covered partly by his usual maroon scarf. you had whispered to him earlier on the train what you wanted to order, and lev quickly speaks to the waiter as your tired gaze rises from from the squiggly wooden patterns embedded in the polished wooden table to the boy that’s sitting right next to you.

at first glance, you remember haiba lev’s face to be satisfying to look at. you remember when he had just transferred to your class in the first year, and you developed the annoying habit of looking forty-five degrees to the right every time you were bored in class, as you thought his face was much easier on the eyes than complex quadratic equations or japanese history.

for a while you wondered if it was because he certainly looked different - not only was he practically a giant, but he had eurocentric features that stood out from the majority of the student body as well (it also didn’t help that he quite literally and figuratively filled any room he was in). though, maybe, after a while, when everyone got used to the sight of a new face, you kept your line of sight at a forty-five degree angle, just peering above his cheekbones. the same way you’re looking at him right now.

and really, the only word for it is handsome. dashing. good-looking. you’ve always known that, but now that you put it into words in your head, you notice the chiseled jaw, pointed nose and emerald green eyes feel a bit more-

“what you staring at?” his baritone voice cuts through your thoughts cleanly.

you don’t like where this conversation will go. “haiba, are you doing any college entrance exams?”

lev cocks his head to one side, thinking, before nodding, “i think i am. why?”

“how are you studying for them?”

lev clicks his tongue, and it brings you to surprise, “get your mind away from studying! we’re not here in the city at, like, one in the morning to talk about college entrance exams!”

you sigh, “okay, fine. but, still, answer my question?”

“i just do practice problems for twenty minutes every day,” lev shrugs, “okay, now, can we move away from studying?”

you hum lazily, watching as two bowls of ramen arrive at the bar. he had ordered what you told him you wanted to order, both bowls almost identical in smell, shape, size, and content. almost, because lev didn’t have any spring onions in his bowl.

“haiba,” you call, earning a quick call of your name in response, “do you not like spring onions?”

lev nods so obviously that he seems proud. his chopsticks mix the entire bowl together before picking up the half-boiled egg and eating the slice whole. when he swallows it down, he asks you, “you noticed.”

“i mean, yeah,” you reply, “why do you not like them? they’re like, essential.”

lev takes a slurp of his noodles, and then a spoonful of the broth, “i just never liked their texture - which is funny, since my entire family loves adding spring onions.”

now it’s your turn to slurp into your ramen, one bite turning into two, and two turning into the entire content of the bowl. lev seems to eat twice as fast, seemingly having a strategy to cooling down the hot noodles on his spoon while simultaneously folding a piece of pork charsiu in between the loops of each spoonful of noodles, making sure that the little wrap is bathed in a little bit of broth. you find yourself smiling at his act, almost like he has a system of his own when it came to eating ramen - well, he usually had a system of his own when doing just about anything.

the meal is quiet for the most part, with little mumbles of how your tea needs a refill and the ruffling sounds between sheets of tissue to wipe off the broth around your lips. it’s fulfilling, and the look on lev’s face says he’s happy too.

when you two make it out of the ramen bar, 1am feels the same as 9pm. somehow, you’re no longer the kind of sleepy you were when you were flipping through flashcards on your desk, and instead, you’re almost dreading to go home. you think it might also be the neon lights, but there’s some kind of electricity you’re not yet willing to let rest for the night.

luckily, lev doesn’t feel the need to rush. although his steps are big and his voice is loud, he takes his time when you two make the silent agreement to make the walk to the train station as long-winded as possible. his voice is lower, and softer, this time, and when he speaks to you about his friends from his old school, you convince yourself it’s the most interesting topic in the world - because it is. because it’s lev.

when he stops in his tracks, you stop too, watching him go into a small trinket shop you’ve always seen but never had the means to afford to go in. you reckon you might own something from this store, though.

“haiba, you like little trinkets?” your eyes scroll through the shelves of delicate and virtually useless items, eyes landing on a small lion cub made of clear resin with a small blob of gold floating in the middle of its clear body. you’re not usually drawn to any animal trinkets, as you’ve gotten used to decorative objects like bows or feathers or lace, but today you think about the lion cub. despite it looking severely overpriced, you take it in your hand anyway, not noticing lev’s figure coming right behind you.

“do you want that one?” you yelp in surprise when he says that, turning around to find yourself so close to him you could smell the dried raindrops on his padded coat.

“i’m pretty sure it’s overpriced. trinkets are usually overpriced anyways.”

“wait, let me check it,” you hand lev the trinket, “how much is your keychain?”

you furrow your eyebrows, “what?”

“you know, the keychain on the bag you bring to school.”

“oh,” you try to remember the time you had saved up for that keychain, “i think it was about three thousand yen? it’s overpriced. definitely.”

“well, this one’s only two thousand and five hundred. i’ll get it for you.”

“wha- lev!” you whine, “you’re going to make me feel bad- wait what’s wrong?” you see the boy freeze up in front of you, a big smile creeping onto his cheeky face.

he doesn’t reply for a bit, and you’re faced with raised cheekbones and a wide mouth. you try again, “was it something i did? or said?”

“you called me lev,” oh, you did.

now his smile spreads from ear to ear, and it’s spreading to you. “you never call me lev.”

“huh, well.” you bite the inside of your mouth, “i guess now i do.”

it’s enough for you to let him spend over two thousand yen on a single trinket. you watch as he waits for the trinket to be wrapped neatly in pretty paper and put in a pink cardboard bag, its motif pretty enough to be its own product in the store.

you stand by the doorframe of the store, mouth ready to open with the words ‘i’ll pay you back’. but it seems like lev had heard you from the future, and before you could do anything, he tells you, “don’t pay me back. this is my gift to you.”

“for exams?”

he grins. “you know, lev means lion in russian.”

the bell of the store rings as you two make your way out, this time really going back to the station. you answer with a ‘really?’ at his fun fact but you keep it to yourself that you’ve known ever since he first transferred and everyone had asked him about it.

“yeah, and the thing’s a lion cub, so, it’s like you have me all the time!”

you giggle, walking up the steps to the train platform. “you’re really something, lev.”

lev stretches his arms out, with long limbs you swear ghost your shoulder. you get that feeling again, in your hands, where you just can’t seem to understand why you want to take his hand in yours so bad, so you ask the boy if you can hold onto the bag with your trinket. lev passes it to you, and you hate how you would’ve liked for your thumb to graze over his thumb for longer. you hate it even more when he motions you onto the train, and in a blur, you take his arm, leading him to corner seats on the train. you feel your face heat up.

ah, so that’s how it is.

now you’re conflicted. not that lev had ever made you feel uncomfortable - no, never - but you had never known how to return his obvious feelings. he would act on them, as always, and one day, as you fell asleep one day after final semester exams in the second year, leaning back into the plastic seat of a suburban tokyo metro rail (which lev thought was very dangerous), lev had muttered in the quietest and most subtle manner, ‘what do i do with my feelings?’

then, in a haze, with eyes barely open, you had moved your head from your seat to his shoulder, painting his cheeks red - dumbstruck. he thought you forgot about it the next morning, and you barely remember, so nothing happened afterwards. yet, when you think of him, you think of hues of orange peeling the sky into purple; of freshly washed school uniforms; of heads leaning on shoulders and fingers intertwined. you don’t know how to answer him.

with lev, there is chatter and laughter and blunt remarks that almost get him slapped in the face. still, there is a box, bigger than the bag your trinket is in, that contains words that you don’t think you or lev have ever said in pure daylight and wake.

“hey, lev?”

you want to open that box.

“yeah?”

but you don’t know how to do it yet.

“the phospholipid bilayer is made up of a polar, hydrophilic area containing a phosphate group bound to glycerol, and a non-polar, lipophilic area containing fatty acids.”

lev exclaims a series of ‘oooh!’s in delight.

“was that correct?”

“um,” lev gulps, “i think so? i mean- i think so.”

but you will open it, sooner or later, and it rings in your head when you step off the train and walk into the neighbourhood. right now, nothing is different - the air is not heavier, his eyes do not sparkle like love interests do in the movies, and you do not look through a rose-coloured lens. monday is finals, and the weekend is studying. you tell yourself this.

lev stops at your doorstep, and you almost feel a sear in your chest at the thought of him leaving for the night.

“so, good luck with next week, y/n.”

you nod, trinket bag in your hands, “you too, lev.”

you find that your arms are opening up, a small pout on your face as lev comes to wrap his arms around you, coats shuffling against each other as you hold each other at three in the morning.

when you pull away from the hug, you start to ramble a bit, scrambling for new topics to bring up in hopes of just a few more seconds with him - that, and trying to stop yourself from your newfound want to cup this boy’s face in your hands and kiss him square on the lips. you wonder if he would be good at kissing, and you wonder how much you’ll regret having these thoughts tomorrow.

but even conversation dies when you know it’s getting too cold, so you bid your sweet goodbyes and promise him not to overwork; he reminds you that it’s better to do short but frequent study sessions than fewer and highly intensive ones. you nod, your boots heavy on your doorstep, the hushed sound of keys in doors slowly becoming the only sound you hear as you assume lev’s left already.

until he calls your name.

your head spins fast towards the boy, watching as he makes long strides to stand at your doorway once again, scarf prodding the tip of his nose, so close to your face. he’s red.

“during exams, or tomorrow, or studying for entrance exams- if you ever get lost-” he pants, and unties his scarf from his neck.

“you’ll find me, okay?” the scarf comfortably hangs around your neck now, covering your mouth. he pats your head twice. it’s warm - literally.

you barely get the chance to say anything before he darts out of your house with a quick goodbye. you’re left confused, flustered, and excited at once, and this time, you think you might have the words as to why.

you like to imagine you taste sweetness, see eyes that sparkle, and feel butterflies in your stomach.

“it might not be so bad,” you whisper, looking down at the pretty little bag containing one unnecessarily expensive item lev had bought you.

right; you have feelings for him too.

then you make up your mind: you’ll tell him next friday. and if your finals stand between tonight and next friday, then, all the more motivation to get through them, right?

you make sure to set an alarm for seven in the morning, kanji textbooks lined up for tomorrow.

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gb-patch · 3 years

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Ask Answers: January 17th, 2021 (Part 1)

More ask answers! It’s gonna be a lot today, so we’re splitting it into two.

i love Cliff and Kyra's relationship so much ?? even though they had issues they managed to work things out and remain friends through the years! it's so refreshing over the narrative of people resenting each other after they break up.. im kind of curious tho , do they see each other strictly platonic now or is there still something lingering?

Aw, I’m glad to hear you like their relationship. Their feelings are very platonic now. Kyra views him as an ex and co-parent and then a friend as time goes on. Cliff does struggle not to think of her as still his family, even though he’s not romantically attracted anymore. But he’s knows it might be crossing a line to be that attached to a woman who divorced him and so he tries to let her just live her own life.

Can i ask just how tall Cove exactly is in Step 3? And will he be even TALLER in Step 4? My short heart cannot handle this. (Also this game is absolutely flawless and I haven't been able to stop thinking abt it since I played. Planning on getting the dlcs soon, y'all did SO WELL!!!!!!!!!)

Haha, thank you very much.

Step 1: 4'1 feet Step 2: 5'4 feet Step 3: 6'0 feet Step 4: 6'4 feet

Hey! So, I know Steam is having its fall sale/boxing day sale or something so i was wondering if you guys were gonna participate in that?? I was thinking of buying XOXO Droplets (the extended version) but i didnt want to do anything before there was a potential sale. May seem like an odd question, but I was genuinely curious. I can't wait to play the full game when i get it tho :D

I’m afraid we have some things we wanna fix in XOXO Droplets before really promoting it/pushing it with sales, so for now it won’t be participating in Steam sales. Hopefully we can update it soon.

Hello I'm still trying to get the CG for Step 2-3 and didn't see or get it when I told Cove of the deal in the Dinner moment like your guide says. I got the achievement but no CG. Is there another choice I'm suppsed to make after telling him?

Make sure you go back to the house with Cove after he leaves and don’t stay in your living room.

* don't be suspicious* *don't be suspicious* ...Hi, there's another way to pay for the Our Life +18 dlc besides Patreon? Patreon have very limited payment options and I've been struggling with the platform. Anyways, thanks for the amazing game I hope I could support any way ^u^

Haha, right now there isn’t anything specific, but once it’s finished in a few months we’ll look into other hosting sites.

do you think we can get another our life dlc plzzz i would pay so much for it <3 i want to see their life together when they have kids or pets or just live with the two of them and i really want them to adopt kids too since jamie is adopted :)

I’m afraid we likely won’t. As much as we love OL: B&A, we’ve gotta start putting our whole effort into new projects soon. Maybe someday we could come back and do special new content, but it’d be quite awhile after all the planned DLCs have released.

How do you delete a save file?

On PC or Mac you hover over a slot and hit the delete key, or you can go into the saved data folder and delete the files directly. On Android I’m afraid I don’t know. You can save over them with something else, though.

this is like. totally embarrassing and silly to ask but im dying here; i love cove so much i wanna climb that boy like a tree. so basically what im asking here is like. will the nsfw dlc have explicit stuff or is it more like an implied kinda situation? cuz i want some full on nsfw shit im so thirsty for cove and only this can satisfy me

It’s truly 18+ and explicit with nude art and straightforward descriptions of sexual acts. That’s why we can’t release it as part of the main game, haha. I’m glad you’re into Cove~

Hello! I've really been enjoying Our Life and am noticing some animation changes with the update! I just had a question though. In Step 2 we meet Jeremy but I was wondering if he was only meant to appear in Step 2 as a typical mean kid or is there more we don't know?

Jeremy is a horrible pill in Our Life, but he is also a beloved romance option as a teenager in our other game XOXO Droplets. His personality is quite different once he grows up more. I imagine Cove and the MC would be pretty surprised.

Hi! i absolutely adore our life so far and I can't wait to continue supporting the game with the upcoming dlc drops! i was just wondering if y'all were planning on uploading any art for steam icons/the steam point shop in general<3

Thank you! And we might. But we’re first trying to focus on making a new game update since there are still some improvements we have in mind.

I hope this question doesn’t come off weird but would Cove be the type of guy to memorize your period? I imagine he’d be the kind of best friend/boyfriend who would keep track of your cycle to support you during it or something like that

We’d be shy about it at first and avoid mentioning what he was doing, but he would try to keep track of it based on any insight the MC gave him. The longer you’re with him, the more it could be just a normal thing the two openly talked about.

Hi there, how often do you do auditions? I am a voice actor and would love to be part of a project ?

We usually have auditions two to three times a year. Our next planned casting call will be for side character in Our Life Step 4.

Are the 5 moments included in the Derek and Baxter DLCs different from the normal Step 2 and 3 DLC? And will they focus exclusively on Derek and Baxter respectively? I was a little confused when I read the DLC FAQ. Thanks!

Mostly they’ll be completely new Moments that star Derek or Baxter. Though, for example, Derek’s DLC will allow you to take him to the Soiree. If you go with Derek that will remove your ability to go with Cove in the Cove Step 2 DLC.

Sorry if you've already said this, but how will your character transfer over to the patreon exclusive NSFW DLC? Can it access your game memory or will you select traits your character showed and choices you made from a list?

It’s a standalone event that happens for MCs who are in a relationship with Cove and have been dating him for a while. Other details about the MC/their dynamic with Cove will just be picked in the event itself. It won’t try to take data from a specific save in the actual game.

I love your games, but currently only have an Android. When will you put your other games on android?

I don’t know. They might not able to be formatted for Android very well, unfortunately. We’ll see how much time we’ve got later this year to try figuring it out.

Thank you so much for all the questions :D

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03. JEREMY FISCHMAN II

▷ jem’s bops.

Jem’s been packing all morning. He’s used to this over the years, hardly thinks twice about the color combination of shirts and mismatched socks that he tosses into his duffel. He feels like he and his mom do this because it’s routine at this point, not because they actually expect to find anything. It’s not like he has any other big summer plans, and Noah’s pretty preoccupied with all things Caden...and when she’s not with Caden, she wants to talk about him, and Jem’s also pretty sick of that because he still thinks the guy is a tool.

He doesn’t hear a sound from his mom’s room, it’s weird because usually she’d be packing and making a huge ruckus at this hour. Still, he shrugs his shoulders and makes his way out to the porch to roll a joint.

The neighborhood is usually pretty busy at this hour. It’s a small working-class suburb, and everyone’s up by nine for jobs to commute to, cars rushing by hitting the potholes in the road that the city will never fix. It feels so normal to him, and he can hardly look back at his last semester at Gallagher and believe that was his life after years of public school locker combinations, bonfires in the backyard, cutting box tops off cereal boxes. He finishes the joint, winds up sitting on the porch for a while longer watching a trail of ants do their thing for who knows how long. It’s nice how they just follow the motions, do the same thing year after year without having to overthink it.

It reminds him of him and his mom, getting in the same van every year, going through the motions.

The earliest trip he can remember is when he was six years old, sitting in the back at a rest stop. He’s looking through his mom’s wallet, because she sent him inside to buy sodas while she went to the bathroom and it’s the first time he’s gotten to use a credit card. The cashier thought it was hilarious, but still let him sign for the drinks.

“Dad’s in here,” he says when his mother gets back to the car.

“What?” Ellen’s head lifts.

“In the wallet. You’ve got a picture of him.”

“Oh, yep. That’s him. Isn’t he handsome? Looks just like you,” she grins at Jem and he grins back, a wide, toothy grin because he’s at the age where he doesn’t know how to control a smile.

“How’d you meet him?” Jem asks, sliding into the passenger seat. He’s not supposed to sit there, but he’s crafty at six and hopes he’s distracted his mom by asking about his dad. He thinks it’s working, because she takes the car out of park as she speaks. “Oh, I can hardly remember. I was your age. His parents used to pack him apples, but he hated to eat anything healthy. I’d always trade, give him my Pringles and eat his apple just to talk to him. Didn’t like Granny Smith that much as a kid, but now it’s my favorite.”

Ellen starts pulling out of the parking lot before she puts on the breaks. “Hey!” she exclaims, “Get in the back. Carseat, mister.” He cracks up laughing as he climbs under the console and she clicks her tongue at him. “You think you’re so slick.”

And that’s the first summer he remembers.

It’s probably almost 10:30 by the time he gets up from the porch. Jem wonders why his mom hasn’t come to yell at him to start packing up the car. He knocks on her door.

“Mom, can I come in?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

Jem opens the door and looks at her, looks at the state of the room. He furrows his brow a moment, assessing the situation. “You haven’t packed yet, have you?” This isn’t the routine.

“Ah, no, I figured...you don’t want to catch up with your friends? It’s alright if you have plans,” she says.

“I don’t have plans,” Jem answers flatly. “Because we usually leave today. And we talked about it, it’s the third Monday.”

Ellen Fischman heaves a sigh before looking up at her son. She sits on the edge of her queen bed, tucking her blonde hair back behind her ears before she pats the seat next to her.

“Seriously?” he laughs, because this is always how she acts when they have to talk about something serious. She laughs back because her son is always so good at reading her, she doesn’t know why she deliberates or tries to hide things. He rolls his eyes dramatically before he sits down beside her.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t think we should go this year,” she sighs.

“What do you mean?” he sounds appalled, and he’s way more upset than he thought he would be, surprised by the outrage in his voice. His mom looks surprised too – he’s always the one complaining that it’s getting pointless.

“What? Jem, I thought you’d be relieved. You always seemed so tired of it, this was always my...my journey, and I know you were a good sport, humoring me through it all. I could tell how you really felt,” she says. Jem always thought that he knew how he felt too : that none of this was going to bring his father back, so what was the point? Still, when she says the trips are ending, he feels a bit hollow inside. He can remember stopping along the highway, photos at the strangest attractions like the World’s Largest Ball of Twine, breakfast at the crack of dawn at some shitty diner, long talks as they watched the sun go down, a map in his hands with all of their favorite rest stops marked in red ink. These are some of the best memories of his life, and being on the road with his mom every summer is such a core part of who he is. He does feel sad that it’s over.

“I...I don’t know how I feel,” he admits. He pauses for a moment, not sure how to ask his next question. “Are you really ready to let him go?”

“No and yes,” Ellen says. “He was the love of my life, my happily ever after. I’m a lucky woman to have gotten that, we had an amazing adventure together – and we had you, Jem. I’m very happy with that, and...well, I still feel a connection with him, after all this time. I’m okay with that.”

“You know, I wouldn’t have a problem with...if you wanted to…” he trails off. His mom’s never dated anyone else, no parade of shitty guys for him to judge have ever come through those doors, it’s always been him, her, and a photograph of his late father on the mantle. And Jem’s not the only guy he knows with a single mom, but he’s the only guy he knows with a single mom like his, one that is perfectly fine with her one great love story.

“I know,” Ellen smiles appreciatively before standing up. “I need to show you something.” She goes over to the drawer at her bedside table and passes her son a file of paperwork. “I found this. A couple years ago.”

“What is it?” Jem asks as he starts to flip through the pages. His eyes open wide, reading the names and dates on the file – this is from NASA itself, the files from the project his father had been working on before he died. “Mom,” the singular word rings out as he looks up at her, jaw going slack.

“I know I should have told you, but...I didn’t want it to be true, I...I spent so long being sure that there was a deeper meaning behind his death, some conspiracy to uncover, I didn’t want to think that this could just be it, but...I think it is. This is all there is to find. And I’m like you, I didn’t want our summers to end, but at some point, I think they have to. I have to let go, it’s not my job to keep searching for parts of him that aren’t there.”

Ellen had thought that if she continued looking, that there would be part of her story with Jeremy that hadn’t come to a close yet, that she could still get to know him and that made her feel like he was still with her. At some point, she had to come to the realization that she might be holding herself back, and that she was holding Jem along with her.

“You could have told me,” he says.

“I know, I just...I wasn’t ready to let go, I’m–” Ellen cuts herself off, getting choked up. Most parents try not to cry in front of their kids, but Ellen’s been breaking that rule since Jem was born, she’s not going to stop now. Jem leans forward and wraps his arms around her, taking care of his mother is instinct to him at this point, and this is no different. “I’m still not quite ready. But this feels like the first step. Let’s not go this year.”

Jem nods, hugging her tight. He can feel the tears that roll down his own cheeks, overwhelmed for a sort of emotion. It’s not for a man he’s never met, a man that he would’ve liked to know. That has something that has stuck with him his whole life, the fact that he doesn’t know half of himself and how different things might be if he had gotten to know his father. However, these tears are more happy than sad, because he’s so proud of his mom for coming this far. He’s spent his entire life looking after her, wondering if she was going to be okay, trying to be everything she’s needed. It feels so good to hear her take this step, to let go just a little bit of the dead end case that consumed her life for as long as he’s known her. Crying with her right now doesn’t feel like mourning – it feels like a new start.

#*#last one for tonight i am going to bed!

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alexthedrummerboy · 3 years

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Crash Into Me

pairing: willex (willie/alex)

summary: Alex, Luke, Julie, and Reggie go bowling together. One problem: Alex is an awful bowler and accidentally throws his ball into the lane next to his. But that's not all: At that lane just happens to be Willie, the guy in Alex's math class who he's had a crush on for months.(aka the reason why Alex will never listen to Reggie's advice ever again)

notes: can i get a whoop whoop for posting my first ever jatp fic!! this isn’t based on anything but i got the idea for it when i went bowling with my mum and her husband’s extended family!! damn i haven’t written fanfiction that wasn’t glee in like............................months

also available on ao3!

Alex was good at many things.

He was a great drummer, for starters. And if Luke and Reggie were to be believed, he was also an awesome singer; he could even dance pretty well if given enough time to observe and practice. But one thing Alex definitely wasn't good at... was bowling.

Which was why he felt more than a little disgruntled to be standing outside The Neon Pins, flanked by Luke and Reggie who were holding onto his arms to make sure he didn't sprint away.

"I still don't get why we're here," he said as they walked into the building. "I thought you said you and Julie were gonna go bowling. Alone."

A light blush grew on Luke's face as they walked to the shoe rental counter together. "She invited all of us, bro."

"No, I'm pretty sure she just asked you," Alex muttered, smiling politely at the cashier behind the register. "I suck at bowling."

"You're not that bad," Reggie replied, resting his arm around Alex's shoulders before turning to the cashier and giving her all of their sizes (and a wink for good measure).

"Do you remember fifth grade?" Alex asked, taking a pair of 10 5/8s from the counter. "Jeremy Matthew's 10th birthday party at the bowl-a-rama?"

Luke winced. "When you got your fingers--"

"--stuck!" Alex finished for him. "Stuck in the ball! I had to go to the hospital!" He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers uncomfortably. "And my fingers have only gotten bigger since then."

"Dude, you'll be fine," Luke replied, though it was clear he was no longer listening. "There's Julie. When we meet up with her, can you promise me you won't mention your weird finger story?"

Alex and Reggie shared a look. Despite his reservations, he nodded. He knew how important this was to Luke.

"Fine," he said. "I promise I won't embarrass you in front of your girlfriend."

Luke's cheeks turned bright red. "Wh... she... she's not my girlfriend!" he sputtered. He gave the both of them a frustrated look before turning around and walking to where Julie was waiting. She'd already put her shoes on and was sitting on one of the plastic chairs, looking down at her phone. Alex and Reggie chuckled before following close behind.

"Hey, Julie!" Luke said, practically bouncing on his toes.

Julie looked up, a bright smile taking over her features when she saw him. "Luke!" she said, looking just past his shoulder to where Alex and Reggie were standing. "...You brought the guys!"

Luke faltered. "Was that... not okay?"

Julie softened, shaking her head. "No, no, of course it's okay!" She hesitated before a small, more genuine smile grew on her face. "The more the merrier." She pocketed her phone and clapped her hands together, her smile morphing into an excited grin. Alex knew that grin well. It was the same grin he'd seen on her face when Carlos challenged her to a milk-chugging competition. Pure, unbridled competitiveness. "Let's do this thing."

They'd only been playing for four rounds and Alex had somehow managed to bowl four gutter-balls in a row.

Not that anyone but Reggie had noticed; Luke and Julie were both too enamoured with each other to even realise they were there. Alex smiled to himself as he watched Julie try and teach Luke how to bowl a strike.

His eyes drifted to the lane next to theirs where he spotted a familiar head of auburn hair. He narrowed his eyes. "Hey, guys," he said. Luke, Reggie, and Julie all turned to face him. "Isn't that Carrie?"

They all looked over.

"Oh, yeah," Luke said, a mischievous smile growing on his face. "Look who's with her."

Alex twisted his body around and promptly wished he hadn't; because walking towards Carrie's lane was Flynn, Nick, and most importantly... Willie Stewart. The same Willie Stewart who sat in front of Alex in their math class.

He'd turned around to ask Alex for a pencil once six months ago and Alex had harboured a tragic crush on him ever since.

Now, he was here. At the bowling alley. At the lane next to Alex's... where he would inevitably watch Alex humiliate himself.

The world was an incredibly cruel place.

"Hey, guys!" Julie said, waving towards the group. Alex turned to Julie, a pained expression on his face as Flynn, Carrie, Nick, and Willie turned away from the computer to acknowledge Julie.

Alex saw a carefree smile grow on Willie's face, and for a moment he briefly wondered if this was what having a heart attack felt like. What he did next made Alex go into full-on panic mode.

As their groups began to mingle, Willie broke apart from the crowd and began walking towards Alex. He could feel sweat gathering behind his knees.

"Hey, Hotdog!" Willie said, raising his fist for a bump. Alex returned it with a hesitant smile, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Uh..." he said softly, shuffling over to let Willie sit down beside him. "Hotdog?"

Willie chuckled. "Yeah, 'cause of that pencil you gave me," he said. "It had hotdogs all over it."

Alex raised his eyebrows, a blush rising on his cheeks. "The... the pencil! Right! That was... that was a gag gift from Reggie for my birthday last year," he said with an awkward chuckle. "You drop a hotdog on your shorts one time..." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I didn't think you would remember that. Th-the pencil, I mean."

Willie scoffed, bumping their shoulders together. "'Course I remember."

Alex didn't respond. Couldn't, really. He was too entranced by the way Willie's soulful, soft brown eyes were staring directly into his. That was one of Alex's favourite things about Willie; his eyes. They were just as kind and expressive as the rest of him. Catching a glimpse of those dark irises was dangerous. He never wanted to look away.

Alex heard the distant sound of pins clattering in the distance, but he barely heard them over the sound of his own heart beating in his ears.

"Willie!"

Carrie's voice calling Willie over impatiently shook Alex out of his reverie. Willie smiled at him apologetically.

"Catch you later, Hotdog."

Alex watched as Willie walked to his own lane before looking away quickly, trying to hide his smile.

"Alex?"

He looked up to find Luke looking at him expectantly. He didn't like the cheeky look on his face. "What?"

"It's your turn," he said, nodding toward the monitor where Alex's name was flashing.

Alex sighed heavily, sneaking one last look towards Willie who'd long since looked away. He walked over to the rack and picked up a ball, bouncing it lightly in his hands.

There was a number on the front, but he didn't really pay attention to it; it was pink and that was all he really cared about. He slotted his fingers into the holes with a light wince before walking right up to the lane.

"You got this, bro!" he heard Reggie yell. "Just close your eyes and throw as hard as you can!"

Alex huffed out a quiet laugh as he turned the ball over in his hands. He couldn't possibly get any worse at this, he figured, so, he closed his eyes and gripped the ball tightly, swinging it forwards and backwards for a moment before throwing it as hard as he could.

He didn't open his eyes right away. All he heard was the sound of the ball bouncing against varnished wood, the sound of rolling, then...

Pins. Actual pins crashing against one another and falling to the ground.

He'd hit the pins.

Alex opened his eyes and blinked a few times, trying to readjust to the alley's gaudy neon colour scheme before looking at his pins... all ten of which were still standing.

So... who's pins had he heard fall? And where was his ball?

It took Alex a moment to register the laughter coming from behind him. He turned around and faced Luke, Reggie, and Julie.

Luke and Reggie were laughing so hard their cheeks were turning red. Julie at least had the decency to try and stifle her giggles behind her hand.

"What?!" Alex exclaimed, a horrible feeling swirling in his stomach. Had he thrown the ball backwards by accident? Or worse: had he hit someone?

"Dude," Reggie said breathlessly. "When I said 'close your eyes and throw as hard as you can', I didn't think you'd actually do it!"

Luke sat up, tears forming in his eyes as he clutched his stomach. "Di-did you see it b-bounce?!" the question was so hilarious to him that it sent him into a new bout of laughter.

Alex could feel heat rising up the back of his neck. "Okay, so what? I-I got another gutter-ball!"

"Oh, you didn't get a gutter-ball, bro," Luke said between giggles. "You got a strike!"

Alex furrowed his eyebrows. "A-A strike?" he asked. "Isn't that good?"

Julie snorted before nodding to the side. "Alex, the ball." She looked over at the lane next to theirs. "The ball landed in Willie's lane."

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Alex slowly turned to his right where he could now see Willie was standing, a ball in his hand and a very amused smirk on his face.

"Uh..." Alex stammered.

Willie chuckled and put his ball down. "Thanks for uh... bowling for me, Hotdog." He pointed at the monitor. "I'm winning, thanks to you."

Alex swallowed nervously, feeling embarrassment coating every inch of him like thick, wet paint. "I... I'm gonna..." he cleared his throat and pointed toward the general direction of the snack bar before taking off as fast as he could walk without sprinting.

This day couldn't get any worse.

He walked up to the snack bar and ordered a soda breathlessly, pulling a loose $5 bill from his pocket and smacking it against the counter. He took the can once it was given to him and took a healthy swig, trying to focus on the feeling of tiny carbonated bubbles popping against his tongue. He slammed the can down and grunted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He hated Luke for putting him in this situation... okay, he didn't hate Luke, he was just very frustrated. And embarrassed, definitely embarrassed.

"Hey!"

Are you kidding me?

Alex turned around and saw Willie walking towards him, looking every bit as attractive and adorable as he had just now after he'd haphazardly thrown his ball into Willie's lane (something that sounded so ridiculous in Alex's head that he would've laughed if he didn't want to sink into a very deep hole). "Hey," he replied, loosening his grip on his soda can as Willie approached the table he was standing at. "Um... how's it goin'?"

Willie smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Alex tried not to watch too intently, eyes flickering between Willie's hand and the table. "I mean... pretty well," he said with a laugh. "What about you?"

Alex winced and looked up slowly. When he locked eyes with Willie, he didn't see any mirth or mischief; he didn't even see pity. He just saw that same look of kindness that always seemed to rest on Willie's face. He relaxed his shoulders and allowed himself to smile more genuinely. "I've been better," he said with a self-deprecating chuckle. "I'm sorry I threw my ball into your lane."

Willie shrugged, placing his elbows on the table and leaning toward Alex. He was close enough that Alex could get a light whiff of coconut shampoo. "Don't worry about it, man. It happens to the best of us." Alex gave him an incredulous look before he broke down into a giggle. "Okay, so... it doesn't. Maybe you should stick to drumming."

That comment gave Alex pause. He'd only ever had short conversations with Willie in the past; about their homework, tests, stationary... Alex had never mentioned his band during any of those. He raised his eyebrows minutely. "How did you know I played the drums?"

Willie looked away. The playful smile on his face was replaced by a softer one, more bashful. It was adorable. "I uh... I saw your band play last week at Eats and Beats," he said. "... I may have also seen you guys play a few months ago at Julie's party... and again at The Hollywood Ghost Club."

Alex's mouth dropped into a small, surprised 'o'. Willie had seen him play? Had seen him sing?! And he hadn't mentioned it until now? "Oh! I-I didn't know you... you were there?"

Willie nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yeah."

"You could've told me," Alex said lightly, swiping one finger down the side of the soda can nervously. "I would've loved to see you there."

"I..." Willie shrugged and looked at Alex softly. "We've never really seen each other outside of math class. I didn't wanna make things weird, I guess."

"It wouldn't have."

They looked at each other for a moment. As their eyes locked in the middle of the crowded bowling alley, suddenly all other voices fell away. Nobody mattered except the two of them. Alex couldn't help the grin that grew on his face as he saw Willie's hand move just the slightest bit closer to his own in his periphery. He took the plunge and slid his hand forward too until the tips of their fingers were touching.

"So, um..." Alex said quietly, purposefully not looking at their hands. "Do you like bowling?"

Willie threw his head back and laughed joyfully. The sound was like music to Alex's ears. He never wanted to listen to anything else ever again. "To be honest?" he said, "I'd rather be at the skate park or hanging with my sisters." He paused before moving his hand until it was fully under Alex's, his long fingers curling gently around Alex's palm. "Or hanging out with... someone else."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Willie smirked, looking down at their hands. He moved his thumb back and forth against Alex's knuckle. The light touch filled Alex's chest with warmth and an energy he hadn't felt before.

"Do you maybe wanna get out of here?" Alex asked suddenly, looking up into Willie's eyes. "Maybe eat somewhere that doesn't smell like bleach and old shoes?"

Willie grinned. "Totally."

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