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balkanballad · 2 years

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Eurovision 2022 ranking

another year, another ranking. as I did with the previous years, I, again, ranked all the songs with numbers but I also put them into categories (from 💐 to 🥀) and added a short comment. let’s go:

💐:

1. Cyprus: I had a shitty day when I first listened to it but I instantly loved it and that is the best feeling with esc songs for me. I love it. I love the Greek parts so much, I think it's catchy, it has an old-school esc feeling to it (I mean like 00s and earlier 10s) that I miss so much sometimes. It feels good to hear them sound more like them again. I missed this vibe so much, I love this vibe so much and will always love it. Thank you, Cyprus. I was so done with the random Spanish words songs, I listened to those too, but this is what I wanted. I'm tearing up again lmao but sometimes I miss when things felt easier and there's a certain nostalgia here for me. It also reminds me of the beach and having a good time. I miss everything again. anyway, yay!!

2. Estonia: I’ve been rooting for Stefan for a while now and I am so happy that he’s finally going to eurovision!! I really like him and I love the song. I like the message and how catchy it is. however, I hope (lol) that they change the staging. it does not need that weird duel between the random cowboys.

3. Portugal: another favourite of mine that won the national final! I love the lyrics, love that they hit a spot in my heart, and the whole atmosphere of this song is soo lovely. I think it fits very well into the category of soft songs that I instantly love.

4. Romania: yes! I don’t only love ballads, I also can very much appreciate a good dance song and for me this is definitely one of those. it’s catchy, it makes me want to get up and dance and it stays in my head for a while in the best way.

5. Spain: this song grew so much on me, but only the studio version. I think she will perform really well, I just don’t love the live vocals that much. the song is not that deep, maybe even a bit silly like a lot of these faster dance songs have been before, e.g. Cyprus the previous years, but I listen to it a lot and I like the mood it puts me in which is similar to Romania.

6. Moldova: wedding vibes!! iykyk. good for them and for us. I can’t wait to see how this will look on the big stage because I think it will be fun and it will be a big party.

7. Macedonia: a good song! I don’t listen to it that much simply because it’s not on spotify and that’s where I mainly listen to the songs. I can’t tell rn whether that’s helping with the ranking or not, but I can tell you that I like the lyrics, her voice and the tempo a lot. I think it’s powerful and I really hope that the staging will be cool (and simple). I would also love to hear a Macedonian version of this because I bet that it also would sound good.

8. Belgium: a beautiful song. the lyrics are great, his voice is so good. It has a slight James Bond-ish type film vibe to it, but I don’t mind that. I say this once again, even though I have never watched a single Bond film, but the sound still reminds me of it somehow.

🌺:

9. Australia: I like this! I am now realizing that my number 7, 8 and 9 probably all fall into a similar category, but I like them all. this took a few listens for me. The lyrics with this song also hit in a way that sometimes they do when you look into your reflection on the dirty train’s window after a long shift on a Saturday night and around you there are drunk people and you wonder what your life has become. I like the nearly musical number feeling it has. the only thing that I am not so sure about is the glittery mask thing.

10. Armenia: a bit like Croatia, but I think this one is more interesting and makes, at least to me, more sense. or maybe I simply relate to it more. one tiny thing is that something about the way she pronounces some words is a bit, just tiny bit, annoying to me. I still listen to and enjoy it a lot.

11. Austria: is Austria allowed to use words for song titles that are not heaven/bible themed? anyway, the places that this song moved in my own ranking!! I had it at 30. first but then I got into it while speed walking to work and now I like it! I am even tempted to move it up higher because atm this is exactly what I like listening to. it reminds me of Charli XCX and Rina Sawayama and that kind of pop category. I am worried how this will sound live though.

12. Croatia: this also really grew on me and this still isn’t the last time you are going to read this in my ranking. I like it now. is it a bit forgettable and are the lyrics confusing to me? yeah, but I like listening to it.

13. Czechia: first, I was rather bored by this song it but I like it now.

14. Greece: phew, this one took me some time to process and get used to. my first reaction was that I hate the title and the whole theme of this song. it just didn’t find me at the right time to make me think about these things, so it was the opposite of what Cyprus did to me. I was also hoping for something more like Cyprus, but now I’m happy that they are not sending similar songs. I’m still not sure how I feel about the lyrics, but I can listen to it now, sing along and just let it be a song. I like the melody in the middle part a lot, the other parts also needed some getting used to it. why is it still ranked so high? I think there is definitely something appealing about the whole song, plus her voice is lovely unique!

15. Azerbaijan: a little bit slow and I think it gets interesting a too late into the song, but I like it. I simply like ballads. thematicalyl it is a bit like Greece, but here, thankfully, the lyrics don’t haunt me. on the other hand, everything else is less interesting than the Greek entry.

16. UK: I think the UK has sent in the past few years some very okay songs and I think this is another really okay song! the lyrics are interesting and also could be used for a good staging, because there are a few opportunities to make this look cool. It also might even be catchy enough this time, because I think that it is that as well, but we will see what will happen.

🌻:

17. Ireland: apparently the theme for me this year is ‘this grew on me’ but it did. now I listen to it. or maybe I just accepted it after listening to it a lot. I think the lyrics are silly, but with this type of song it’s okay. it also reminds me of a song they would use for a tv ad, but a catchy one. as so often with faster songs, I am not sure how good the live vocals will be, but, also as so often with faster songs, will that matter that much in the end? Will Ireland make it to the final? we will see.

18. The Netherlands: okay! I don’t think much about it and only listen to it when it comes on randomly, but when I listen to it, I like it. I also like that it’s in Dutch.

19. Iceland: I’m not crazy about it, but it’s cute. maybe a tiny bit boring. I wouldn’t mind seeing them sing something with Stefan if they should meet somewhere.

20. Malta: this one is a shame because I liked the first choice a lot more and had it in my top 10 and now this is rather basic. it’s not a bad song, but it again goes into that direction that they have been pushing for a while now. I also wasn’t surprised to read who is behind this song, but I like her voice and I think she will give a good performance.

21. Sweden: it’s alright and it will place high because it’s Sweden, of course. the lyrics should really be my thing, but somehow, I don’t love the song. maybe this will need a bit more of me listening to it. right now, I just think it’s okay, nothing special. I also don’t love watching the performance, idk. it’s not that I dislike it, but I simply don’t love it.

22. Israel: fast, catchy, okay. however, it’s also a bit annoying in a way that it is just over the top and not as empowering as I think they wanted it to come across.

23. Switzerland: I put this in the same category as Greece in terms of what are the lyrics behind these? I am just confused by some of the parts. the song is fine other than that and it is indeed okay for boys to cry! it is okay for anyone to cry. I like his voice and the melody is cute. it’s maybe a bit boring after the first confusion, so I don’t find myself listening to it often, but I can listen to it as long as I don’t focus too much on it.

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24. Poland: I don’t love his voice. the song is okay, but I don’t like the opera-ish parts. I actually get a bit annoyed by those parts even, so I sometimes only listen to the first part of this song and then skip it.

25. France: alright. inspired by Ukraine ‘21? it’s okay, I think a lot of us were inspired by it and I like that! the live performance was a bit too messy for me though and I was confused by all of the things happening at once and everywhere. I also don’t love the edm or you know whatever those bass dance music parts are called. I sound like I am 60 years old... but yeah.

26. Ukraine: I listen to it, but I don’t love all parts of it - the folk influence is nice, however, I am not a rap/fast speaking fan. not many more thoughts. Ukraine is good at the whole esc game and I am pretty sure that they will make it to the final this year as well. good for them.

27. Slovenia: something different from Slovenia this year. I think it’s nice that it’s in Slovenian and I think that they might profit from this being the only song that is like this. there is no other song in the semi, in both semis actually, like this one. again, I don’t listen to it that much because it’s not on spotify (yet?). it’s also not really my preferred genre, but I don’t hate it and can appreciate it being there.

28. Lithuania: it’s okay. I somehow don’t vibe with the performance from the nf. I also don’t love the song or her voice, but it’s okay. I can listen to it when it comes on, but I often skip it too.

29. Montenegro: a deep message behind it and really personal, but the song itself is a bit boring to me and sometimes also too much when I think about it too long and then I have to skip it or not watch the video.

30. Albania: oh, Albania.. the English revamp was not necessary. I think it made it worse. the song itself before was already too much for me. there are too many things, sounds, now also languages, swaps, genres etc. trying to fit in a 3 min. song. some parts I like, but then it switches and I don’t like it. to keep my train associations: this reminds me of getting onto a train and getting overwhelmed by everything - the mask on my face, too many people talking, at least I can find a seat and sit down, but then some random person decides to sit way too close to me and my heart beats too fast.

31. Bulgaria: I think this song has an old-school feeling to it, which I like (I promise that I am not 60 years old), but what is this song about? the genre also makes it a bit hard for me to rank it higher because it is not really my genre.

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32. Denmark: Italy and France from last year in one entry, but make it English and family friendly. maybe it needs a few more times of me listening to this to appreciate it more, but so far, I didn’t feel like doing that.

33. Finland: okay? feels also old-ish and goes in the same direction as Bulgaria for me (again: what are these lyrics? what is this song about?), so, not my genre really and I don’t feel like I can say too much about it, but even though it’s all that, I can still listen to it.

34. Italy: not for me. it’s slow and I am bored by it. I also don’t think that their voices go together, but I am generally not a Mahmood fan. Soldi was at least catchy, but this one is simply not my cup of tea.

35. Germany: look at this, Germany is not in my bottom 3. that is already a lot coming from me. I really don't like the talking-ish parts but I never really like those in any song. I hardly ever feel like listening to this song.

36. Serbia: too artsy trying for me and I just don’t find myself wanting to listen to it. tbh I don’t like anything really about it, but hey, it is in Serbian at least.

37. Georgia: a bit too repetitive. I bet the staging will be big or a message or something but I don’t really listen to this song ever.

38. San Marino: messy? also, inspired by Italy last year I am guessing, which already was not for me either.

39. Norway: nop. I am not big for ‘meme’ or ‘joke’ entries. I don’t like the masks, the title or the song.

40. Latvia: same as with Norway, but at least they are not wearing masks? or maybe I would be more comfortable if they were. the first sentence is already so off putting to me and makes me feel uncomfortable. the whole thing does actually. I don’t have a train association for this one, but for me being on tinder feels like this song. so, yeah. worst vibes for me and my last place.

#j. talks #eurovision #here it is. as always feel free to let me know your thoughts too #and once may happens surely some will change again

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vegalocity · 3 years

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Eyyyy lmao I'm always down to talk about Red Son: Ultimate Enemy as told by @purble-turble

There was no such thing as 'loving mental illness away'.

That was one of the very first things Qi Xiaotian had internalized when he came to the decision to make up with Red Son after his future adventure.

He wasn't exactly the picture of mental health himself, but when Red Son stumbled back into their time period, jacket chopped in half hair shorn close to his head and so obviously choking back tears, He'd instantly known whatever had happened to him had been actual hell. (Of course at first he'd forced himself to not care for how angry he'd been with Red Son after he'd told him about his parents plan and how he'd been a willing pawn in it, but that was beside the point)

So once he'd been properly brought upt to date on the exacts of the nightmare-future, and they'd started the process of looking for a therapist for Red Son, as clearly, he'd needed it, Xiaotian had taken it upon himself to do some research on his own time. it was a little difficult, he didn't want Red to find out about it until he actually had a better sense of what he should be doing, but since Red Son rarely seemed to be able to sleep anymore (even when Xiaotian could get him to lay with him in bed it was clear what little sleep he did get was rife with nightmares) and when he did sleep through the night he would wake up earlier than him, and they lived together... his most constant time for research was usually when he was technically on the clock.

But he'd gotten a couple of books about Post-traumatic stress disorder, general psychology, and 'So you've got a loved one with severe depression' (an actual title) and he'd scribble notes into the margins and on sticky notes when there was time between deliveries. And the first lesson every single one of those books had for him was just that.

You can't 'love someone out of their illness'. That's not a thing. The best you can do is love them through it.

So he did his best with that.

On some days that was just sending texts full of cute animal gifs and heart emojis, on some that was coming up to the loft on break to sit next to the lump of pillows and blankets on the bed and (after finding the telltale hint of short red hair that gave away where his head was) resting a hand on the part of the lump that was most likely an arm, gently rubbing it, and sitting in silence until his break ended.

And on some days it was this.

"It's not safe you're not safe I'm gonna slip up eventually-" Red Son's voice was fragile and warbling as his actions contradicted his words, hands scrabbling up and down his back and sides, gripping periodically for purchase before shrinking back as if afraid just hugging him back would crush him. "I'm gonna do something-"

"You won't." Xiaotian was practically seated in Red Son's lap at this point. Red had been sitting on the floor, back to the edge of the bed when the meltdown had begun, so kneeling on the ground until he was rested on his partners legs did two things:

one, it enabled him to wrap him up as tight as he could in his arms without having to twist one or both of them in an awkward angle.

and two, the extra pressure would probably help ground him, make it a little easier to come down from this one.

"You don't know that" His voice was hoarse, desperate. and Xiaotian closed his eyes and squeezed Red Son tighter.

"I do. I know you, hun." Red Son sobbed into his shoulder and he felt his hands finally decide where to be, resting across either shoulder blades and balling the fabric they found there up into fists.

"I know there's basically nothing that'll make you believe it at this point, but you're a good man, Red Son."

"I'm no-"

"Shhh, my turn to talk now." he shifted a hand to be able to bury it in Red Son's hair. He could feel him ever so minutely relax beneath him at the sensation. "You saw your potential for being a bad person, and don't forget everyone's got it. I have it, Xiaojiao has it, hell Monkey King has recorded evidence for his bad person potential, anyway, you saw yours and you've been working your ass off nonstop to keep it from ever getting the best of you.

"And this shit is fucking hard, hun. You're fighting your own brain and the actual literal future here! and guess what? it might not feel like it right now but you're winning."

Still, he shook his head against Xiaotian's shoulder. he didn't want to interrupt again, but still make his disagreement known.

"You are." He pulled away just enough to be able to properly cup Red Son's wet face in his hands. "You think that Evil King remotely hacked Jin and Yin's stupid battle robot in that illegal mech fighting ring and made it throw the match making them look like idiots in his timeline?" Red's gaze broke from his own as he thought back on the fight that broke out the week previous.

"....I suppose not-"

"You think that Evil King ever thinks for more than a second about the ethics of what evil plans he carries out let alone hours of agonizing over whether something was the right call or not?"

"Certainly not but that's not-"

"It is the point, Red. You're not the same person anymore. Maybe you started from the same roots, but he dug himself back into the ground and you rose up like a fucking tree instead."

Red Son met his gaze again, and Xiaotian could tell he still didn't believe him, but there was a spark there.

The faintest, dimmest hope.

"You are a good man, Red Son." this time he made sure every word was careful deliberate. So there was no misunderstandings that could be made. "And I am not accepting counterarguments at this time so you'd better fucking take it."

When he pulled Red Son against his chest again, and let the demon continue to cry quietly into his shirt, he pressed a small kiss to the crown of his head.

"I love you."

Red Son choked on a sob, and didn't answer.

It wasn't an issue, he knew Red Son loved him. Part of this whole thing being a thing in the first place was because Red Son loved him. Red Son wouldn't be as scared of becoming the Evil King as he was if he didn't love him so he knew better than to take to heart the days where he just couldn't say the words back.

There weren't any cures for mental illnesses. There were ways to mitigate the symptoms, but there are no spells that cure depression, there's no potion of anti-PTSD, and no person can love someone out of their illness.

But heavens above did he wish it some days.

He'd give anything to make it so Red Son wouldn't have to be in so much pain.

But all he could do was just hold him tighter, and stroke the short red tresses between his fingers until the sobbing stopped.

It took less time than usual.

Red was exhausted and pliant by the end of it and let Xiaotian drag him about the loft, obediently (if slowly) eating what was pressed into his hands and then nursing the mug of tea he was given as they settled down on the mound of cushions and he put on that 'how things are made' show that Red Son liked.

He was asleep halfway through the second episode.

Sure, some days were harder than others, and sure, some days he'd wish there was a cure just to spare Red the suffering.

But he felt Red Son's head slowly loll to the side until it rested on his shoulder, breathing slow and even and looking for the first time today like he was at peace and-

He still wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Love You, Hun."

Red Son hummed against him.

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 1)

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: You've woken up being hunted by an Alghoul. You were in a death race and hollered for help. Though, it seems like the human you've first seen didn't exactly appeared to look human all through out as his eyes glowed beneath the moon light. You've talked to him but he didn't seem friendly at all except for his awakened friend. The words coming out of their mouth seemed baffling because they were acting like they didn't live in earth, and deep inside you were in denial because they really weren't.

Warnings: Monsters? The word 'whores' and cusses? Blood? A lot of modern references because reader lives in modern day era in earth.

Words: 3,800+

A/N: Hello! Yes, this is my first Geralt fic! There will be eventual smut in the future chapters. I can just tell. LMAO. I ain't good with medieval things but I'm trying! I hope this isn't a failure nor a disappointment, spuds! 😅 Reader lives in modern day earth in this fic but magically woke up in The Witcher’s dimension, alright? This turned to be comedic because of the modern references from the reader. 😂🤣🤣 I had fun writing this! FOR REAL!

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Tweaks of branches echoed around the unspecified woodland. The satisfying crack of the frail wood felt on the soles of your feet which wore some nasty pink Havaianas slippers as the night sky became colder than from what you were accustomed with.

You were running away from god knows what as you've heard a loud thud beside the tree you've woken up with. Taking a trip down the memory lane, your forgetful mind could only recall a lake in which you were drowning in and the sudden flash of lightning occurred above you as the water rested upon your face.

Then after that terrifying nightmare, you suddenly woke up in the middle of nowhere. A slightly dead looking forest before you've heard the rustle of some twigs and leaves beside you.

Having a vacation in the forest of Switzerland has never been a dream and considering how God smacked you in the head unconscious and teleported you in Switzerland was entirely bewildering from the start.

Your heart was hurriedly pounding out of your chest as you sprinted as fast as you can. Abnormal shrills whistled with the wind that made you mewl as you ran for your life. There has been cuts and bruises across your knee from how you've stumbled upon a large log that hid beneath the earth-like soil. No pain has been sent to your nerves yet because of the adrenaline rush rising in every part of your veins with the need for the hushed voices to stop.

"Ah!" Another loss of one's footing, you've tripped over a large rock and fell face flat. Face now covered in grime and soot as you've heard the intangible whisper of words for the tenth time.

"Leave me the fuck alone! If this is a prank, it's not funny because I'm hurt!" you shrieked in the night and no one in particular. Limbs were turning feeble and shaky, but you've offered all your will power to survive in the damn forest if you were about to get murdered and be found after a year where your body has already been eaten by some wild animal.

The hushed voices were coming closer to a definite scare that took your heart out of your chest. You've pushed yourself up and began sprinting with a limp as you saw the end of the forest; like a meadow was waiting for your damn demise as you won't be outrunning the murderers behind you.

You stood in the middle of a grass field. So, this was the end for you. The voices inside your head spoke as you've scanned the whole area and saw a peculiar wooden house in the middle of the vast area.

The wooden house seemed to be made of Hazel twigs, daub and wattle. Its whole structure was darn weird to be seen in the era you knew you were in. Year 2020. It looked medieval, old and superannuated. The house's structure had a timber frame with a light glowing inside the open panels of its windows.

Human. Someone can help you. Based on the clothes that hung on the sides of a wooden fence in logs, you knew there was someone living inside the peculiar looking house.

Then, you've heard a loud roar. It was enough for you to spun on your heels and see who had been chasing you like a wild boar.

Yet, it wasn't a normal wild boar that could calm you down just a slight because it was just an animal.

The one chasing you didn't seem a murderer nor an animal. Its body appeared to live on the ground, like a zombie who came to life and had no lower body. Though, it had a large stomach and uses his burly arms to chase you down the forest. With Bright cardinal eyes wrathfully staring you down as you stood rooted on the ground in the middle of the field; your heart seeming to run out of oxygen because of what you were witnessing.

You didn't know if it was an alien or a zombie. Proper thinking thrown out of the window as you were running away from the nightmare that was bound to kill you in your sleep, if you were even sleeping.

Your feet ran a trek to the house; looking behind. Focal point completely at the fast carcass crawling to where you were, tons of disgusting looking saliva dripping out of its eroding jaw and you were screaming for help as you skedaddle away.

Until your head hit a hard wall, but not enough for you to fall unconscious.

Vision falling like a kaleidoscope world, you blinked repeatedly and squinted you eyes up at the wall. Though, you were met with a clothed robust chest and a strong warmth he radiated through the crispy, cold Autumn wind. You've scanned him from chest to face and noticed a coin-like silver necklace just a meter away from your face that had a symbol of a wolf.

You didn't know if you were just still dizzy from your newly awakened-self but it was as if your world spun around you as the brawny, marvelous man towered over you like a lion over a mouse. His jawline impressively great enough to cut a bitch; a prominent, cleft chin that can be quite tempting to poke at and eyes that were glowing in Aurum like a star in the night sky or a pot of gold in the other end of the rainbow, with majestic half-tied hair that ended below his shoulders tinted in ivory that stood upon the Tartarean night.

Though, despite of how dashing, grimy and haggard he appeared before you. The scowl on his face was enough to take you to step back from how disturbed he looked like.

You've seen him somewhere. In the movies back in your laptop when you were having a marathon of something.

Lord of the rings. Right, you were dreaming about it in the middle of being chased in your nightmare. That explains why he appeared.

You clapped excitedly as you lifted your chin to stare into his beautiful blazing gold eyes. The grumpy looking man cocked his head to the side as he scrutinized and studied your filth-filled face and you couldn't help but notice the concealed scrunch of his nose if you weren't staring a little bit too closely.

"Hmm," it was the first word you've heard from this intimidating man standing in front of you and hearing such an impossible, low timbre of a hum that vibrated from his chest could get your knees weak from such a tone because you didn't know if it was scaring you or telling you to run for the hills instead.

"Legolas?" your voice croaked out loud, voice turning small when you've received only a grimace that wouldn't be considered as a fake smile, much to your dismay. Your scrutinizing eyes noticed something different from one of the Lord of the Rings character and it was the maturity of his face, "--a middle aged Legolas! Help me! Use your arrow thingy--" he pushed your shoulders to stay behind him, making you stumble from the impact but not enough to ignite another bruise to your knees. Your eyes staring weirdly at his back as you studied the long metal knightly looking steel wrapped around his thick, large, powerful looking palms.

"---Oh, a sword would suffice." you muttered, suddenly uninmpressed because you wanted him to have an arrow instead of a sword to live in your fantasies and continued to hid behind the large build of his body, taking a peek as you saw the bizarre looking creature who screeched so loud that it echoed all over the meadow. You've unconsciously held onto the hem of the wool sweater behind the first human you've ever encountered other than the creature who planned to eat you alive.

"There's a zombie!"

Geralt felt the hand tugging at his sweater. He was close to jumping from the sudden physical touch because of how sudden you've reach out for him regardless of meeting him just tonight. His eyebrows in a tough knot and expression unreadable as he eyed the Alghoul running towards you. The hand holding the hem of his clothing was instantly right out of your hands as he prepared his stance and tread towards the critter like he was confident enough he could eliminate him.

He swung the sword, aiming for the head using just one hand as he lifted it with no trouble; like it was his own weapon and you couldn't help but watch the whole scene unfold before you. The Alghoul jumped using its arms but he was stronger, faster, braver and definitely had no sweat with the upswing of his sword as he slashed the head off the creature with one blow.

Well, he was great. Too great with the sword indeed.

Black blood spurt as he'd cut his head off with no remorse, some of its blood flying off to your grimy sleeveless top and face as you winced from the gore and stared at the head rolling on the ground till it hit your toes.

You just wanted to scream out loud but it seems like your jaw has been stuck and you had no voice to start.

The man seemed to be unruffled at the fact that he just cut the creature's head off with his sword, turning his back at face front that you saw black fluids on the smooth wrinkle of his forehead and cheeks.

"It's an Alghoul," he abnormally grumbled so deep that you mistaken it as a growl. You could feel your tongue stuck in your throat and heard his heavy footsteps coming close. Your eyes still focused at the monster's head scratching your feet that you haven't realized that the man who saved you was actually in front of you already, grabbing its head and throwing it away to save you from another nightmare.

Faded set of footsteps came echoing in. Lighting up a startle from you as you heard a door swish out loud in the open. Until, a budding pitch of a man has said the name of your gory savior in the middle of the night.

"Geralt?" Jaskier hesitantly stepped on the creaking, wooden porch. Eyes still weary of sleep and fatigue as he blinked to the both of you who stood at each other in just an arm reach.

Your savior mumbled another distasteful hum as he observed the short woman before him who seemed to be in total shock; staring at the ground where he'd took the head of the Alghoul away before sighing and taking a step back and away from you to take a look at his bloody sword. "Why, who is this adorable, small grimy lady here in the middle of the night?" the light tone of the man's voice made you blink twice; snapping you out of your reverie.

You turned your head and studied the somnolent man standing outside of the porch, hair disheveled like he'd been disrupted by such a beauty sleep. He looked younger, like he was in his 20's and had a youthful beam with lean muscles beneath the white undershirt wore under a Tunic. Jaskier placed both hands on his hips before pointing a finger at you, sending you a bright smile other than the moue you've received from the man named 'Geralt,' "You came here for Geralt, I suppose? One of your..midnight sashays with him?"

Geralt didn't need to look at his friend and ignored everything he said by walking towards a beautiful brown horse, "Jaskier," he lowly reprimanded as he eyed his horse with an indecipherable expression of his.

Jaskier deeply sighed, his shoulders going up and down from how he did and you eyed him with a baffling twist of your eyebrows.

"First and foremost, you ruined his nap and now he can be as grumpy as an--an Alghoul! An amputated Alghoul!" he blinked in surprise, peeking behind you to see the creature who had its head cut-off laying on the muddy ground.

Geralt continued to pet his horse as your eyes snapped to him, his back on you as you heard his horse neigh, the man named Jaskier still rambling about the creature who laid dead on the ground.

"Alghouls appear in old necropolises and crypts," he scratched his temple with a finger, walking down the path till he was studying the corpse on his foot, "It's a miracle that they've hunted you down. They seldom appear in the forest! Also, they knock down their victims and eat them alive. Right, Geralt? You've taught me these!"

Geralt ignored him and continued petting his horse.

You eyed the man named named Jaskier and watched him walk back to you, a solemn smile on his face because of your unfortunate experience with the forest. Suddenly, realizing about the information he'd uttered, you were sure it was just like those creatures in the movies like Resident Evil or The Walking Dead.

"So, it's basically a zombie!"

Jaskier stared at you like you've eaten a dead mouse. Forehead creasing as he tried mouthing the word you've said, giving his friend a once over as he does, "A zom--what? please do enlighten me, Geralt as to what is a Sombre when I can see with my own splendiferous eyes that the monster he'd killed is an Alghoul--"

You've huffed and bit the insides of your cheeks, fists tightening on either side as you stubbornly bantered, "Z O M B I E. Zombie."

Thus, at the retort; Jaskier had his hands on his hips with his chest puffed out like he was trying to intimidate you. But, it was a failure because he never looked intimidating from the start, "A zombie. Alright. I understood you but not entirely, dirty maiden. Geralt--" he looked over his friend who was now already on the side of you, startling the both of you and sky-scraping from your side as you lifted your chin to see him oddly closing his eyes, breathing you in.

Was he smelling you?

You eyed Jaskier like you were finding it peculiar and he just gave you a shrug, "Your scent..It's...It's...otherworldly, " Geralt uttered, completely resonant and low-pitched that vibrated your calming nerves, "It attracted the Alghoul," he continued with a frown and another sniff before humming in disdain.

"Very out of the ordinary," the latter muttered beneath his chest, a snarl coming out of his mouth as you swallowed the butterflies wanting to come out of your mouth by how monumental he was and you feel so small, "Who sent you?"

You took a step away from the man, eyeing him weirdly as he stubbornly took a step close like personal space wasn't known to the world you are in, "Uhm, no--no one?" a pathetic stutter came out of your lips and felt the tremble of your fingers because of a thought running in your mind that he was also as dangerous as the Alghoul they were saying; maybe even more treacherous, "I came out from my mother’s reproductive organ? You know what, Geralt--"

Jaskier suddenly cut you off, crossing his arms behind him as he watched his friend tower over you, an amused grin etched on his face because you were actually crumbling like a rat before the ginormous cat, "Geralt. A letter G. Not a J. G E R A L T---"

"---Alright, GERALT!" you stopped taking steps back and declared out loud, mocking their accent that you couldn't distinguish. Your palms were outstretched in front of you, ceasing Geralt from pushing you away but not enough to be touching his torso. A pleading look in your eyes that made him breath out of his nose, "---Just please tell me where the airport is and I'm off to my country,"

The man in front of you stared you down, completely uncanny at what you were voicing out. You winced and realized you wouldn't get an answer from him and tried to ask help from his friend instead, but Jaskier was fast to distract you and criticize the clothes you wore, "What even is that clothing?"

You blew out air out of your mouth loudly, not believing their words. They were acting like they weren't actually living in earth at all, "It's casual! Don't judge!"

Jaskier also gave a huff, not believing the outlandish behavior from a lady and continued complaining to the Witcher who seemed to never have the decency to give you space, "Cas--what? Geralt, this woman is foolish. Don't even attempt to ravish her in any way. Utterly not worth it! She's a cuckoo with that flimsy short trousers, an odd looking footwear and a thin top like the Alghoul has taken all of her silk. Unless, this woman is actually your type, well--I wouldn't judge you for your taste in women because most of the time it is utmost round the bend--"

His spouts were cut short as you managed to get a proper look at the strangely, beautifully rugged man before you, giving him one of those tired, puppy eyes that made his frown much less more like it as he waited, "I just wanna go home," your voice sounded so vindicated and you were sure his eyes were really glowing under the night sky, "---please tell me where the airport is and I'll go, or you can probably help me with my wounds first before you shoo me away,"

You've felt the burns from your wounds and ungracefully tried to avoid those glowing eyes that seem to suddenly make your heart pound. Damn you and your horrid types, "Do you...have a car?" you asked no one in particular as you watched the stars that also seemed to be peculiar because of how many they were.

His horse neighed from a distance which gave you an idea that their house didn't have a garage nor do they have a car. You peeked behind Geralt and saw his horse standing behind the stables, "Oh, you have a horse. A beautiful brown horse, I take it we're in a province, I see."

Again, no response from him other than Jaskier's sighs. It was like taking to the wind, but actually talking to a corpse.

You could feel the heat of his stare and it was making you conscious of how you actually looked like, so you continued to avoid his eyes and looked at anywhere but him, "We're in Switzerland right? Or in a province in the U.K, Scotland or Australia considering your accents?"

The only response you've gotten from him was a mere seven word that made you scrunch your nose by how weirder they get, "You aren't from here, I can tell."

"Way to tell her that she's a woman and not a man, Geralt. Stop stating the obvious,"

You ignored their utterance as they've also ignored your question. All you needed was an airplane to get you back to where you came from and escape from this madness. Yet, they seem like to be beating around the bush which began to slightly irritate you because you were sounding like a broken record, "So where's the airport, gentlemen? I still need to feed my cat at home and I'll tell the entire universe that its the end of the world with the zombies. Gotta' tell them a zombie apocalypse is happening--my phone!" you patted the pockets of your shorts and felt your Android phone inside. You've fished it out and pressed the home button, the bright light gleaming beneath the night and both men couldn't help but stare at you in oddity.

"Your what?" was the only thing Jaskier has muttered, looking at what you were holding. Geralt observed the unfamiliar looking thing in your hand and squinted his eyes shut at the bright light, "It's--there's no signal! Where are we?" you tapped on your phone repeatedly and found the GPS not working as the results were indefinite.

Jaskier marched till he was beside his friend, clasping a cold hand on his burly shoulders, cocking his head to the side and clasping his other on his own hip as he gave you a look, "Not just simply absurd but also a strange one, Geralt. You definitely pick the best ladies, First was Renfri; the rebel princess, second is Yennefer; that cunning beautiful mage in which you’ve been in love with and the other hundred are your whores--"

Geralt cocked his head to the side, an unexpected small smile lifting his lips as he continued laying his golden eyes on you, "Year 1268. In the far north kingdom of Kaedwen,"

You nervously nodded, crossing your arms at how exposed you feel from the man before you especially that your clothes were also thin for a weather you were in. Fingers were feeling like ice and you couldn't help but shiver, "Kaedwen? Padawan? Star wars references, I see. Okay, okay, this is getting out of hand and I know you're still in character but please tell me that this is a prank and you're just fond of cosplay,"

"Hmm," His smile was quick to fall, like it has only been a hallucination of your imaginations. Geralt studied you from head to toe. Your breath catching in your throat at how barren you felt with just a simple scan of his eyes and also by how beautiful he looked. Such a pain but soothing for the eyes. He caught the bruises and wounds all over your body and heavily sighed another one before turning his back away from you and letting Jaskier lightly stumble on his feet after giving him a manly tap on the shoulder.

"He's letting her in," Jaskier mumbled to himself and watched Geralt walk away, completely amused as he couldn't believe it, "He really is!"

He scratched his disheveled bed-head and huffed another one, pointing at the retreating man who entered their wooden cavern. "Based on how long I've been a friend with this grumpy Witcher, that answer was either a yes, or a no."

"---Unfortunately, it seems like a no because he took off without a word," he gestured with a finger and used his other to welcome you like a humble gentleman giving way for a princess, "---but also an approval that you can stay in our humble abode to cure that wounds you have which is oddly strange because he never lets anyone in, yet here you are. A grubby ground breaker,"

He eyed the Alghoul's blood on your top and face, his face morphing into disgust as he pointed a playful finger at you, "---And you, small rat. Need a bath," before waggling them around to tell you his point, "---However, you don't get to take my bed,"

The hopes of having your sleep or tightly shutting your eyes, repeatedly wishing inside your head to wake up on your mattress back at your apartment would definitely be a difficult task especially from what you've witnessed. Though, maybe closing your eyes shut and having a nap was the only cure to the nightmare you were living in; taking note at how long this dream of yours have been occurring. It was technically a nightmare full of magical creatures and magic that promised you would only be a mere dream of yours.

That is, when you've opened your eyes after repeatedly wishing up at the sky to wake you up in your dream and saw Jaskier walking in, leaving the door open for you to make yourself at home completely answered your questions.

You weren't dreaming and it appears to be like you were in a different dimension.

"Oh, I'll be damned,"

A PART 2? YES? Y’ALL WANT THIS TO HAVE A SECOND CHAPTER? HEEEHEE!! TELL ME WHAT YA THINK ABOUT THIS!

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power-of-plot · 3 years

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The warmth of the soul.

I put a lot of effort into this bc we’re nearly 100 followers! Again i can’t thank you enough, i’ll try to write all my posts like this and improve :)).

Warnings: Sadness? Slight spicyness. (at the end, it’s more emotional than spicy but i put the warning just in case.)

Summary: To celebrate your time together you decide to go to a turistic place of natural hot springs, the circunstances end up making a much more enjoyable moment than it was expected to be.

Word count:10.5k

Gn reader!

A couple birds flew above the heads of a couple, one with an odd hair color of red in the left and white on the right while the other had (hair color and length), their palms pressed against each other as they interwined their fingers staring down at the water body mere inches before their feet. Breaking the contact of their hand they took a step back from the other to take off their clothes revealing swimsuits underneath them, a smile crept into both’s faces at the sight, all left to do was to make themselves comfortable in that small natural pleasure.

The sun shone bright in the light blue morning sky as any small cloud was nowhere to be seen, the air was cold and, logically, so was the water..

“Eek! It’s a little cold hehe.. i’ve seen many videos of people going head-in into freezing water so we should just get used to it, right?” You said with a nevous smile as the skin of your leg bristled at the wind brushing over the cold water dripping from it.

“You’re right, besides, it shouldn’t be too deep” Shoto said calmly as he took a small jump into the water splashing some out to your feet, indeed it was cold, even someone like him who didn’t mind the lack of warmth flinched at the low temperature. “I-it’s fine, i doubt this is a dangerous temperature”

Seeing his stoic expression you supposed it was bearable so you followed him in. He wanted to rest his arms on the rim of the pool but what comfort would that bring if his skin bristled more than it already was at the slightest exposure to the surface? You tried your best to not move or shiver underwater to keep what little warm you had left, both remained still for an awkward minute internally debating wich was worse: to get out and freeze instantly or stay in the water freezing but waiting to get used to it. This was supposed to be something relaxing however it seemed you had entered an icy prison.

“Sho.. should we cheat?” You said with a small stutter as your teeth chattered softly

“...Why should we cheat on each other..?” He replied with a concerned look, once again to your delight taking things literally.

“N-no hehe i mean.. what if ins-instead of enjoying this the “natural” way we warm it up? With your quirk, if your comfortable with doing so that is! I know how you feel about your left side, i wouldn’t want to force you into something you-”

“I’ll do it” He cut off all your rambling bluntly but with a smile. “Seriously?” You gave him a dumbfounded stare tilting your head as a little excitement flooded your system “I’m sure about it, thank you for taking in mind my feelings” If only the warmth of his smile was more than metaphorical neither of you would feel like lobsters in the supermarket (lmao sorry for my lack of seriousness but i couldn’t get it out of my head) “I’ve done something similar during my training with myself in water multiple times so it shouldn’t be risky”

“..Please, tell me if i’m overheating the water..” His voice changed as he made his request, despite it was imperative language his tone made it seem like a beg from someone in deep vulnerability, one look at him and the surrounding was enough to tell why: his left side, soon hot water and someone he loved, in a way all he once feared was right there.

“Of course but i know you would never hurt me, it’s your quirk, it’s under your control” Your reasuring smile gently pushed him into concentration as he took a deep breath, his gaze fixing on the water as his body temperature slowly rised, he was so lost in the thought of accidentally burning you the heating rate was far too slow to be felt at the distance you were from him. "Can i get closer?" You asked as your lips and nails were taking a blue tint, seeing your state he quietly nodded trying to speed up the heating to a rate that stayed under his parameters of "safe".

Each limb you moved felt as if thin layers of ice were covering it, your toes brushed against cold uneven stone beneath them with each step and small ripples you provoqued damped the dry skin of your shoulders. As you switfly approached Shoto your shivers died down thanks to the sweet caress of heat all over your body, being right infront of him no coldness could be felt, how would it be to have contact with the source of heat then?

"Sho... can i touch you?"

I don't want to burn them.I don't want to hurt them.I can't burn them.I'm not going to burn them.I'm not going to burn them. You had touched and cuddled on his left side, you had touched his scar before but never when he was using his quirk, though the remainings of his old self begged it would never come to that he knew he'd have to overcome his fear and underestimation to his control over himself, for both. The heterochromic male quietly nodded preparing to feel your touch as his hands fidgeted underwater, your hand got closer and closer to his left shoulder and then

"Woah!"

"D-did i burn you?!"

Almost like a reflex sharp ice sprouted from the natural rock edges behind his back and around the pool, not exclusively on the surface but underwater as well, thin and easy to break layers of ice formed at the top of the water and his skin.

"No it's okay i'm alright! you didn't burn me, you surprised me!" You raised your hand ignoring the cold to show him your fully unharmed palm, any possible dread flooding his eyes washed off after he found no wounds, he released a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding.

"What were you surprised about..?" His shy voice asked

"You. I wasn't expecting it to feel that way, it was just..." You couldn't think of any words to describe your delight at the sensation of his warm soft skin, you gesticulated with both hands as your mouth was ajar with your lack of ideas "I'm happy you're learning to be okay with this part of yourself... i think it's- beautiful"

"That cursed left side of his looks more like him everyday, i don't think i can't raise that kid anymore... his left side is.. unbearable."

At the recesses of his heart where fire still wildly burnt everything on it's way, a storm of warm ice stopped the scorching destruction, gelid ice of hatred and avertion became one another with frost of love and longing. It all melted off to remove the weed of sour memories allowing new flowers to bloom and damaged roots to heal, was this what feeling affection towards his whole self truly felt like? This is how it felt coming from you?

"...Thank you." As he smiled tenderly anew, a small droplet sliding down his face freezed on his cheek before it was able to get to his chin, resulting in a diminute crystal clear orbe adhered to his skin.

The sun raised to a fortunate angle, as the sunlight touched the ice he had created, multiple rainbow reflexions proyected over the rock and the skin of both, his frozen tear produced a dim sparkle as the light remarked his fine features and pigmentless locks of hair, the image before you was beyond unique.. so must he be thinking to himself about you.

Slowly but surely you moved towards him to gently wrap your arms around his neck and torso, resting your chin over the crook of his neck with a sigh. “I’ll always be by your side whenever you need help, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I love you Shoto.. i’ll always will.”

Heat. You were feeling heat coming from his body.

Both his arms wrapped around you holding you close and tight, his left hand rested on the back of your head while his thumb moved in soothing circles over your hair, you could feel the tension on his shoulders as he did so. “I love you too y/n.. thank you for everything, for falling in love with me.. and my quirk.” He planted a peck on your forehead “Quirks are hereditary, almost anyone can have one nowdays.. that’s not what i fell for” You drift away from his neck looking into his ocean and onix eyes, he in response raised an eyebrow asking for further explanation.

“It’s the warmth of your soul.

You are so special.. so kind.. so caring, one day you’re going to be a great hero everyone looks up to, i know so”

His ears but overall his cheeks adopted a peachy color at your words, out of all the times you unintentionally soothed the pain of the many cracks of his heart this, only surpassed by your amazement and appreciation towards his quirk, was the strongest blow you had given so far in the half year of your relationship. Once more, he felt a small something damping his cheeks.. followed by another one, and another one.

"I'll make all people feel as protected as i feel when i'm around you." His left hand moved to cup your cheek before it descended to your chin, his fingers tipped it delicately to close the gap between your lips, slowly, almost teasingly.

"Slow burn, huh..?" He closed his eyes as he felt the back of his head being pushed forward, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss leading into aimeless contact towards the face, the neck, the lips of each other. He radiated a pulse of heat with every single one of your caressess, to warm your hands up so they’d match his temperature he placed one of your palms over his temple, pressing kisses and pecks from your risk to your neck, leaving small hot patches over your body. You in exchange do a bigger move sliding your fingertips down over his swim t-shirt to pinch a small part, asking for permission, he confirms with a nod grasping the back of your hand, his toned chest and abdomen were quickly uncovered as the fabric smoothly slid up underwater, he couldn’t help a light smirk as you admired the result of all his harsh training.

To think the mere image of the body he had avertion of in the past could enlighten someone as much as it did you, it could make him doubt of the meaning of many words, this feeling couldn’t be just simple sweet descriptions.

You gave him a whole new perspective on what it mean to be complete, what it meant to claim things that went against any logic.. you taught him to not be afraid of giving into his instincts. That day you complemented each other, not in a animalistic way, that was barely the tip of the iceberg, for the first time in years the feeling of protection and strenght, of being with someone dear to him and manifesting something as personal as his left side, cohexisted in his heart.. neither had to be pushed aside for the other to exist, he felt freedom and love. You realized just how much he cared for you and your well being, the way he might have seen his hands as claws that would burn you to ashes, how heavy was the weight of the path he had chosen.. what great treasure you had found, you swore to yourself you’d keep it and it’s flame alive for as long as fate allowed you to.

Holy crap.. i’m kinda proud of myself. It’s official i’m gonna open the requests tomorrow :D! Thanks for reading!!

#my hero imagines #shoto x reader #todoroki imagine #mha fluff #bnha x reader #boku no hero #my hero fanfic #mha drabble #shoto todoroki #idk what else to tag #open requests #requests open #my hero academia #k i'm done #thanks for reading

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mapofheart · 4 years

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Second male leads I have SLS for

I just felt like making this post bc our boys deserve some love. They’re ranked by a combination of how much I love them and how much I rooted for them to get the girl (or in a couple cases guy).

Nam Seon Ho - My Country: The New Age I love his gay bastard ass. He just wanted a boyfriend and for everyone to stop bullying him and I sympathize. He, Hwi, and Sung Rok were the real love triangle in that show prove me wrong.

Sam Maek Jong - Hwarang: Poet Warrior Youth I love Park Seo Joon to death but I really adore Maek Jong as a character and I love Park Hyung Sik to an equal extent. That scene where he offered to run away with her? I would’ve fallen for him instantly. I really wanted him to get the girl to the extent that I read Hwarang fanfiction lmao.

Baek In Ho - Cheese in the Trap Sweet sweet boy. Never did anything wrong his entire life. Main boy on the other hand? Violent sociopath. I will not be accepting any arguments on that opinion.

Kang Joon Hee - Reply 1997 We don’t talk about him enough honestly. He’s canon in love with the male lead and it’s honestly so heart breaking how he loves him without asking for anything. When he confesses to him but let’s it get passed off as a joke it makes me so sad. Also hes just so baby and sweet I love him.

Kang Sin Jae - The King: Eternal Monarch He’s not higher on the list because KEM isn’t over so there’s more to know about him but like I really wish he’d end up with the girl because they’re dynamic is so much more interesting and he’s such an interesting character to me. I even drew their hug lol.

Seo Ha Joon - Cheer Up/Sassy Go Go I honestly haven’t watched this drama in a long time so I don’t remember much. I do remember really wishing him happiness because his home life was so heartbreaking and his crush on the main girl was so incredibly sweet.

Nam Eun Gi - Her Private Life I just thought he was incredibly sweet and his friendship with Deok Mi and Seon Joo was so fun, because they’re dynamic was so fun. I also found his teasing really cute and his confession was so romantic “I can wait for you” like aw qt (also that shower scene got me like 0_0) . His ending was so adorable, he and Cindy are such a cute couple, so given that he gets a better ending than some of the men higher on this list (despite that i love him so much) he is here at number 7 because I am satisfied with his ending.

In Guk Doo - Strong Woman Do Bong Soon I found Guk Doo’s crush so relatable and I thought he just really deserved a happy ending after what he went through with his girlfriend. Also his one-that-got-away menality towards Bong Soon was a lil tragic and I felt for him.

Park Jung Woo - Temperature of Love He would be higher on this list because I rooted for him so hard (I teared up at the scene where he dreams of what they’d be like together) but I was Not ok with the way he treated Jung Sun at all. He basically asked for permission before attempting to compete for the girl which I respect but like when he provoked Jung Sun into punching him I was so pissed off.

Baek Kyung - Extraordinary You Unpopular opinion but just because his character development was complex and he was conflicted doesn’t mean he didn’t develop. I didn’t want him with the girl but I really rooted for his development, his realization and struggle with his feelings were believable even if I didn’t support his decisions. His final scene was a deserved ending to his arc.

Han Woo Tak - While You Were Sleeping A baby boy, beautiful cinnamon roll

Kang Seo Woo - Cinderella and the Four Knights I think its touching that he never confesses his feelings, and he’s also a sweetie. I love him and the friend together, they’re mad cute.

Ma Wang Joon - Absolute Boyfriend He was a jerk at times but I really sympathized with his reasons for breaking up. I didn’t finish this show but I hoped he would get a good ending.

Lee Tae Seong - Playful Kiss I remember almost nothing about this show except that I hated the male lead with a passion and I remember feeling like the main girl’s crush on him was wildly unhealthy and she needed to have a life outside of liking him. So I felt she’d be better off with this guy.

Honorable Mentions:

Ko Choeng Myung - Hotel Del Luna He’s here because he’s not technically a second male lead but I loved him, The scene where he died made me cry and I think about it A Lot.

Wang Wook - Scarlet Heart Ryeo Only first few episodes Wook though, because unpopular opinion number two: he wasn’t that bad at first even though I always loved So waaay more.

Woo Do Hwan’s character (he’s unnamed lmao) - Dramaworld Also not technically the second male lead but he is in the drama that dramaworld is inside so ??? anyway he’s literally only here because he’s Woo Do Hwan lol and also he gets the girl!!!!

Park Hae Jin - 7 First Kisses You could argue that he’s not a second male lead because there isn’t really a male lead here, you could also argue that Lee Min Ho is the male lead and therefore there are 6 second male leads. Either way Park Hae Jin, Lee Jong Suk, and Kai were my favorites.

Jo Yeong - The King: Eternal Monarch He’s literally only here because he’s not technically the second male lead but his unrequited love for Lee Gon is just so amazing that if he were a second male lead I would put him right up there with Sin Jae but alas.

Wang Jung - Scarlet Heart Ryeo He made some questionable decisions but ultimately he helped her get away from the palace, loved her, and took care of her without ever asking for more. Definitely better than Wook lmao I know I put first few episodes Wook on here but don’t get me wrong, after he character develops, I hate that guy.

Thanks for reading yet another of my dumb lists! Hope you vibe with my dumbass opinions lol. Have a wonderful day! <3

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analyzingadventure · 3 years

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I’M 5 EPISODES BEHIND ON PSI, I CAN ONLY WATCH 4 BECAUSE THE NEWEST ONE ISN’T AVAILABLE YET AND IT’S KILLING ME BECAUSE I SAW AN OUT-OF-CONTEXT MEME ABOUT IT AND IT HAD SOME IMPLICATIONS ABOUT IT

ANYWAYS, LET’S CATCH UP ON PSI, EPISODES 20-23, LET’S GO

Okay let’s save that widdle baby from that test tube

HOLY SHIT PSI’S VELGRMON IS HUGE

THAT IS A BIG FUCKING BIRB

That is a weird way for Devimon to ask Velgrmon to fetch Takeru considdering he was technically already captured by Devimon but okay I guess

MEGADRAMON!!! YEAH

Leomon please don’t die

Ah, they are acknowledging that the kids were missing for three days during a horrifying black-out, I was worried they wouldn’t like, acknowledge that at all

Koushirou’s hesistant to talk about his parents... Oh baby... ;_;

TENTOMON!! How’re you messaging to the kids?? IS GENNAI THERE TO HELP?? Or are you just in the Network messing with stuff?? Probably?

Oh, great, Algomon still isn’t fucking dead. HOW MANY TIMES DO WE NEED TO KILL THIS FUCKER

Is that squid thing Calmaramon? It looks like Calmaramon??

oH MY GOD it took me a moment to realize what was happening but WEREGARURUMON HITCHING A RIDE ON THE GIGA DESTROYER MISSILE WAS HILARIOUS OMG HE’S USING IT LIKE A SKATEBOARD LMFAO

YEAH YAMATO, SAVE YOUR BABY BRO!!!

TAKERUUU!! SASUKEEEE wait

ANGEMON!!!! BABY!!! WHERE ARE YOU ANGEMON?!?!

Megumin Han.... I’m so happy to hear your voice ;___;

A beautiful reunion

Takeru seems to be taking... [/points at the DW and the Digimon] everything really well

Jesus Velgrmon is stronk

NOOO THEY JUST SAVED TAKERU, FUCK

ANGEMON WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!!! WE NEED YOU!!!

OHHHHH TAKERU IS ANGERY no talk to him he angy

YEAH ANGEMON, FLY LIKE THE FUCKING WIND

God I love WereGarurumon’s nail polish, it looks fantastic yo

ANGEMON!!!!! Feather symbolism yeee

Is Angemon gonna spend all his powers to kill Velgrmon and die instantly? That’d be hilarious

Awe, no Giga Destroyer? Just Giga Storm? D’aww

HE IS GONNA DIE, ISN’T HE

ENJOY YOUR TRAUMA TAKERU LMFAO

oh mY GOD SKULL KNIGHTMON CAME IN AND STOLE IT TOO, YOU FUCKER LMAO

EPISODE 21, LET’S GO

Yamato I’m sure you could explain a few things to Takeru while you’re just chasing Skull Knightmon

Ah Devimon, your arms are as long as always, how wonderful

Ah, more Xros Wars rep! Splashmon! :D

TAKERU WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

YOU JUST GOT HERE LITTLE CHILD, DON’T JUST JUMP INTO THE HOLE HEAD FIRST, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE DOING

Oh wow Devimon had prepared an Evil Incubator for Angemon’s Digiegg, how fast and nice

Poor baby is gonna get super corrupted, eh?

IT’S SO NICE... TO SEE THESE FAMILY MEMBERS OF THE KIDS, LOOKING SAME AS ALWAYS AND STUFF

Oh wow did Koushirou just hack the Digivices, WOW

IT IS CALAMARAMON! I KNEW IT, FUCK, I am so enjoying the Frontier/Xros Wars rep rn, thanks Toei, I wub you

Is that another nuke? Are they launching another nuke? No? Just a massive crash at a dock?

I was just gonna complain about Psi having a serious case of Takuya & Kouji Show-syndrome but if Sora and co get to deal with the threat in the Network while Taichi and Yamato are rescuing Angemon’s egg, I’ll be okay with it

Takeru, your Powers of Adorable will not save the world, I’m sorry, you’re just gonna get yourself killed and/or kill Yamato a third heart attack, PLEASE GO BACK

Holy shit METALGREYON NOOOOOOO DON’T HURT HIM LIKE NOOOOOOOO MY BABY ;A;

THAT IS A BIG EYE WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

A Digimon that was sealed away by Devimon or something? IDK it’s kinda scawy

METALGREYMON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TAICHI PLEASE SAVE HIM ;_; YAMATO GO HELP HIM YOU WIMP

OWO WHAT'S THIS

A NEW METALGREYMON VARIANT? (Or a different Mode?)

Tbh the new cannon kida clashes with MetalGrey’s oldschool design a lil BUT IT’S FINE, IT’S COOL

Agumon deserves a nap

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

ELDORADIMON???? IS IT OH IT TOTALLY IS, RIGHT? YEAH

I love the textures on his face, the pencil strokes look really cool

EPISODE 22 WOOO

I think I’ve complained about this before but it has kinda bothered me before how the Digimon don’t have to rest or eat before entering into battle again, and like, while it’s been mostly fine up until now... Like ever since the kids entered the Fake Tokyo they have pretty much been fighting non-stop without resting or eating and like, it’s starting to get to me, their stamina to keep on fighting is a bit much and it’s just gonna keep on going until Devimon’s dead, isn’t it

How are you climbing this wall that’s this god damn steep, you are a little child HOW DO YOU HAVE THE MUSCLES FOR THIS, I’M A GROWN ASS ADULT I DON’T HAVE THE MUSCLES FOR IT

Gabumon is a sweetheart and I would die for him

Koushirou, why didn’t you have your partners evolve faster, jesus christ (like I’ll give Gomamon and Palmon a break but the other two? Jesus)

Oh that DigiEgg is getting so super corrupted, isn’t it? Oh yeah, Devimon is trying to turn Angemon into a fallen angel like him, amazing

I wish Skull Knightmon had like a personality... In fact I wish all of the enemies had personalities beyond Devimon being ominous and Orgemon dumb with lots of honor

Jyou is gonna get in such great shape from running up those stairs- he ain’t skipping Leg Day, not today

Skull Knightmon is so cool I wish he had more of a personality ;_; I wanna root for him but beyond doing cool shit he has nothing going for him

Ah, the upgrade to MetalGrey wasn’t permanent, just a temporary buff from the power of Courage

DARK KNIGHTMON! YEAAAH

I hope Eldoradimon is okay with all this chaos happening inside him; like I hope he doesn’t get an upset stomach from this

THE BABY TOLD YOU TO MOVE, SO MOVE, KNIGHTMON!

Poor Calamaramon died without ever getting a personality ;_;

How the fuck is this infact making these gigantic leaps over great distances

God Takeru you are so cute, you widdle baby you

Oh man the hightech wings really don’t fit with the punk look of WereGarurumon at all

Welp the DigiEgg got dipped in the miasma like an egg in soy sauce, Press F for Patamon, say “hi” to Tsukaimon

Oooo the egg is exploding! :D

Oh, the egg... I mean it didn’t explode but it destroy the fortress

POYOMON! :D

Devimon, are ya gonna finally show up in person

YEAHHHHHHH DEVIMON!!!! YOU LOOK SO PRETTY I MISSED YOU YOU EDGY GOTH BASTARD

OOOO DEVIMON AND ANGEMON GO BACK? THEY HAVE A HISTORY? Well this is a ship I’m into, let’s go

EPISODE 23!

DEVIMON AND ANGEMON USED TO BE FRIIIIIENDS ohhhhhhhhh I wanna know more about their history THIS IS A JUICY SHIP RIGHT HERE

Ohhh he is so OP, I love that, thanks

How’d MetalGrey and WereGaruru get the message to use the rubble as cover? Not that it worked really

Devimon can use finger beams, lovely

Sora and co should really evolve to Perfect, like they should’ve evolved earlier to begin with

OH SHIT, WE GOT EVOLUTION ALREADY! I mean it’s only Tokomon, which ain’t that useful rn, but okay

Oh Devimon just gave Tokomon this angry-ex look oh my god

I wonder if Devimon’s plan was to like, bypass the need to use humans directly to evolve, instead using the data from humans to forcibly bring forth evolution

NeoDevimon isn’t as cool and sexy as vanilla Devimon, F

Honestly I’m kinda sad he evolve to begin with because Devimon was already super OP, like he didn’t evolve because he was losing, he evolve because his ex made him angry (although I mean I guess that is funny)

Oh WereGarurumon can just do the wing thing at will? Seems OP but okay

Ah, but I know Devimon isn’t dead yet... Saw the new Digimon Bandai shared on Twitter, the new Devimon form that is VERY SEXY (IDK if this needs to be stated but I do say “sexy” here ironically)

OH, Dark Knightmon, you’re still alive? You gonna take lead from now on?

Ohohohohohoh let’s go, gimme that new Devimon

OH MAN, IT WASN’T THIS EPISODE? HE’S SHOWING UP IN THE NEXT EPISODE? Boo, now I gotta wait :(

So I saw some memes on Twitter (along with the art of the new Digi), them including Taichi dying, dark evolution, a clip from the Adventure dub finale where Agumon’s like “next time I’ll evolve into one of the Dark Masters” so like

NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA FUN, also I’m kinda unsure if I wanna watch the preview or not... Like I already know so much out-of-context so I’m afraid if the preview is gonna tell me even more to a point it gets too much, or if it should be fine...

No, I have no chill, Psi has been teasing Mugendramon to me this whole god damn time, I NEED TO KNOW IF WE GET MUGENDRAMON LIKE THE MEMES PROPHESIZED, I NEED TO KNOW

PREVIEW!

LMAO IT REALLY DOES JUST START WITH “TAICHI DIES” JKSDFHKJSDFGJSFDGHJ

OH MAN WE ARE GONNA GET MUGENDRAMON AREN’T WE

I’M SO EXCITED

ALSO DOWNDEVIMON OHOHOHHOHOHO

NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA BE GOOOD I can’t wait

#Psi #Psi reaction

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slasherscream · 5 years

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poly Billy and Stu and their s/o as parents? like the type of father's they'd be and all

A/N: glad you all know that i'm only here to put these dumb-ass boys in all sorts of domestic scenarios and nothing else.

billy loomis x reader x stu macher ft. starting a family with these idiots

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Let's get one thing straight here. Billy has been dodging the idea of starting a family since you started having it. He could smell the urge to have a kid on you and was like (big gag). There are so many reasons for him being like this he can hardly name them all. This doesn't stop him from trying you know, cause he's a huge asshole.

Him? Somebody's Dad? Okay babe, sure. He lists a lot of reasons that have nothing to do with the root of the problem which is actually his own insecurities. Yes it's true he's never really liked kids much. Yes it's true he's probably not the best role model even after all these years of growing up. You get the picture already Billy, fucking hell.

Stu is neutral on the subject for a long time until his own "biological clock" starts ticking. Then you both find yourself sharing longing looks at families you cross on the street. You'll be having lunch out somewhere and coo at a baby that's all the way across the restaurant. Stu happily joining in. Once Stu is on your side Billy starts getting really defensive .... (aka more insecure).

Honestly you're not the one to talk him out of his own head for this one. That's all Stu. Because as ridiculous and goofy as Stu can be he understands intimately and deeply how Billy works no matter how much of an enigma Billy fucking thinks he is. Billy storms out because he doesn't want to deal with his feelings (first time he's done it in years) and Stu goes to chase him down and tells you not to worry, he's got this.

You're very upset but when they come back the first thing Billy does is kiss you gently, Stu standing in the doorway and simply watching. There's several visible hickies on Stu's neck so you know he and Billy already made up while they were gone. Now it's your turn to receive Billy's apologetic affection. You and Stu share a knowing exasperated look over Billy's shoulder. You both love him though.

Billy was just insecure about being a shitty parent or your relationship falling apart and somehow effecting a kid. Honestly it all goes back to his own undealt with familial problems and once Stu gave him an honest talk about how you're all not #His Parents?? He's good. He's using his braincell again and he's fine.

Now onto the actuality of having the kid! You're in for quite the ride co-parenting with these two bastard idiots.

Stu is the dad you can get away with doing just about anything with. He’s the parent that if you go to them they’ll just say yes. Sometimes he’ll use his one borrowed braincell and hit the kid with “did you ask dad?” or “did you ask s/o?”. The kid pouts because like .... obviously fucking not since I came to ask the parent who'd just give in. Weak-willed! Weak-willed! Weak-willed!

This is Billy every time he has to talk to his kid about any bad behavior.

You'll have to be the PTA parent right off the bat because the boys are just ...not gonna. Unless there's a real problem they're gonna default assume everything is fine and not look deeper or get too involved because like... This has nothing to do with my fucking kid in particular? You want me to go to a parent meeting....about....repairs in the library? Fuck you.

The one exception to this is during the "first starting school age" and it's Billy who is the exception. Stu loves the kid but he's very chill and not a helicopter parent. He's honestly the one who has to calm you two down a lot because he knows everything will be fine.

Billy? Kid first starts school and he's this parent (don't watch past 15:00). He thought he'd be fine but he's anxious as shit. The last one to leave the drop-off even if his kid is fine. But oh god .... oh god if they're freaking out? Oh boy he's gonna start freaking out. Hiding it like a pro but you know your man and can see the panic in his eyes. One well placed "daddy I wanna go home!" and he'll break and haul them right from the classroom. You and Stu have to intervene.

Billy wants to hang out in the cafe that just so happens to be a five minute walk from the school all day. You put your foot down and tell him they're gonna be fine. You have to cuddle him on the couch all day to keep him still. When it's time to go pick the kid up he's out the door ... so fucking fast. He almost leaves y'all highkey. Billy and the kid run to each other full speed and he picks them up and doesn't put them down...like....all day. No you two cannot get a turn.

Sometimes Billy gets very emotional about the life they’re giving their kid. Not out of insecurity or anything like he thought would happen when he first thought of starting a family with you and Stu. He actually realizes that you’re all doing a fantastic job of being parents and that your house is full of love to the max. It makes him soft(TM).

Wanted to keep this totally gender neutral but it’s gotta be said ….. this goes double for if the s/o is a woman. Seeing them with their child stirs something in Billy deeply vulnerable. He’s literally buried his head in the crook of your neck before and thanked you quietly for being such an incredible mother. He was so sincere about it you started crying and honestly? ….Maybe he allegedly got misty eyed. Okay back to gender neutrality now!

Y’all wouldn’t have more than two kids honestly. I can’t imagine Billy and Stu wanting more than that. And they’d want to have them really close together/close in age so they grow up close/as friends. They're the single kids who kinda wished they'd had a sibling growing up. Billy because he thinks that would have been less lonely and Stu because he thinks it would have been fun. You (if you have siblings) know.... better. But if you wanted multiple kids yourself you keep your mouth shut and just wait for them to watch and learn.

Stu is the favorite parent honest-fucking-tea. He just is! He’s playful. He’s fun. He’s loving. He lets his kid climb all over him and play wrestle. They're constantly playing airplane or on this man's shoulders. He can match them energy wise any day of the week. He doesn’t stop being the favorite when they get older either. When the kid is like grown/20′s basically whatever their "I am no longer being raised to be a person" stage of life? They’d probably dead ass hang out with him as a "friend".

"Nah I can’t come to the party I got plans with my dad this weekend…. fuck you he’s way more fun than you guys-”

Billy is the strictest parent but he’s very loving and devoted. He’s the parent your kid runs to whenever they feel they need protection. It warms Billy’s heart to be that to them. Their first line of defense against the whole world. It’s been like this since they were little. If they had a nightmare they’d run into the bedroom and bypass the two of you completely and head straight for Billy. He's also a little smug about it. Especially to Stu and especially if they have a daughter. I'm the alpha Dad?? Tremble before me.

They don’t have a preference for adopting or having bio kids. You’re probably the deal-breaker on that, your choice goes.

Adoption? They both thought they wanted a boy. Super adamant about it. Gonna play football... grill shit together. ...grill a football together. You? Neutral. But all along you knew damn well you were gonna wind up having a fucking daughter. Lo and behold!

They see a little girl playing by herself in the corner. She can’t be much older than six. She set herself up a whole little mini city and then they watched as she took a dinosaur toy .... and destroyed it thoroughly. She made quiet screaming people noises and everything. Or just ..... this. They instantly looked at each other like 👀👀👀 are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Billy, clutching his chest: oh shit what’s going on You: your heart is growing three sizes you fucking grinch- Billy: don’t fucking curse she could hear you and she’s ours now-

Once they've got the perfect weirdo little girl under their belt then they'll think about having a boy. But they'd want to make sure she's totally settled into life with the three of you before they bring another kid into the mix. And ... lmao if she expresses disinterest in having another kid around. She is ... #Princess and gets whatever she wants. Whatever! She! WANTS!

You have to convince her you three will never love her less even with another kid around and besides .... she's gonna be getting a stinky brother this time so she'll still get to be daddy's (plural) little girl. She agrees and now the boys are back on board. Fucking absolute pussies.

Funniest fucking thing if you guys go as a family once again to try and get a boy and instead your daughter bonds with a ..... get ready for it! Different little girl! Billy and Stu are fucking SCREAMING. Look at her this one is perfect too. God dammit ... god dammit we have another daughter now.

Two daughters? Two? They'd rule the fucking house. Billy can see manipulation coming from a mile away and yet he let's it happen because they're both so cute running the show. Plus it's like when lions fake being hurt when their cubs attack them to encourage them to be better hunters. He wants his daughters sharp! He wants his daughters clever! He wants them to be able to do whatever the fuck they wanna do!

Stu is less good at seeing the manipulation and it's so fucking funny .... he doesn't even wanna see it! He's legally blind! His babies want something? He will throw any amount of money at them and whatever they want. Is the Dad that they'd beg him to start like... a new hobby or sport and he'd get them everything they need to do it (top of the line expensive shit) and then! If they wanna quit a week later? Not even mad! What do we wanna do this week, sweethearts?

You have to stop them from being spoiled, little monsters because your husbands sure fucking won't.

You have walked in on them doing tea parties and you did take pictures. Stu was posing for them while Billy just looked straight at the camera with murder in his eyes and you knew in your heart you were gonna be getting payback for this later in the bedroom (worth it).

Billy is the type of Dad that if he tells someone he's gonna be busy watching his kids and they go "oh? babysitting duty, huh?" he launches into a ten minute rant about "how am i fucking babysitting? it's my fucking kids? these are my kids? you can't baby-sit your own fucking kids. that's called parenting. you know what, Nicholas? that's why your kids are so fucked up-"

Billy starts beef with other parents if I didn't make that clear.

Stu is the parent that gets too into whatever his kids are doing. School plays? Soccer games? Science fair? Jesus christ... he has quite literally almost gotten you all banned from every activity your kid has been in. He's gotten penalties before. Decided to skip the middle man once and coach your girl's teams to make it easier. Chaos ensued that summer.

Honestly? Best Dad(s) Award. 10/10. Should totally do it again.

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#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher imagine #billy loomis imagine #slasher x reader #billy would take the longest to want kids and stu is billy's follower adjkl #however there'd get to be a point where stu starts seeing families out in public and kids playing around with their dads and shit that he #just cannot parse anymore...billy i wanna be a fucking Dad now we're like 40 years old i need you to get over your mommy and family issues-#stu and the reader would have to gang up on him to get the kid they want but once billy hAS the kid??#billy: if anything ever happened to my child i would kill everyone in this room and then myself #like adjkl i'm serious in that i feel he'd even be wary during...the pregnancy or adoption progress #like he's going along with it because he doesn't think it's fair to deprive both his partners of something they really want but #he ...is wary and just decided that 'hey i can at least give some kid a good home' and figuring you and stu will give the kid .....actual #love...and shit .....like god i wish i could put into words what he's thinking but #it goes out the window once he actually gets the kid so it doesnt matter adjk;#if you adopt you're gonna walk outta that place with the WEIRDEST kid ...she's either lilo or anne of the green fucking gables #they will not SETTLE for normal domestic home life they want ODD-BALLS we're the fucking ADDAMS family in this bitch

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highqueenofelfhame · 5 years

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Em my love my favorite my angel can we please please get another dose of undercover stripper!Aelin and mob boss!Rowan???

I KNOW THIS IS WHAT Y’ALL ARE AFTER SO HERE YA GOD (this is rated very R lmao)

Aelin’s heart was thundering in her chest as she fiddled absently with her earring, wondering if she should follow. The earring came loose and as she stood and made her way toward the door after Rowan, she lay it down on the stage. It wasn’t a normal earring. It was a mic that enabled her team to be able to record all interaction she had with Rowan Whitethorn and his associates. But where she was going, she didn’t want them to be able to hear.

The exit that he nodded toward for her to follow him through wasn’t an exit at all. There was a thumb pad next to the handle, which Rowan placed his thumb on and the door unlocked moments later. He led her down a long, dim hallway, passed doors that undoubtedly held evidence that she needed, but her mind wasn’t on what she needed for her case. It was only focused on what she wanted.

She followed him into a room that had a leather couch against one wall, a desk with two chairs in front of it. It didn’t look like the office of a stone cold killer. It looked like the office of the psychiatrist she had to see after anything remotely serious happened when she was undercover. There were filing cabinets lined behind the desk, folders stacked on the desk itself. Rowan Whitethorn had just led her straight into the lion’s den. All of the information she needed to report to her boss was potentially in this room, right under her nose. Aelin moved through the room, running her finger along the mahogany paneling of the wall, over the cool metal of the filing cabinet closest to her. She looked over at Rowan, who watched her like a hawk, watched everywhere that her fingers touched, tensed when her hand got to close to the handle. Still he watched, perched on the edge of his desk. “Fucking you doesn’t mean anything to me,” he finally said, pushing off the desk and walking toward her. She turned to face him, her fingers tracing over the lace patterns on her stomach. “You are just a body to me.” “And you think you’re anything but a body to me?” She quipped, tilting her head to the side. Rowan’s fingers brushed the sides of her neck, thumb tracing over the hollow of her throat as he pressed down. It was getting harder to breathe as he began to squeeze, but she parted her lips, mouth falling open as she inhaled and her eyes fluttered shut.“I can’t decide if you’re brave or stupid,” he said quietly, rubbing his lip with his free hand.

His pupils were blown with desire as his eyes raked down her body, down the deep V of the bodysuit she wore like he could see straight through the lace. Her back was pressed into the filing cabinet, the handles of the drawers pressing into her spine, causing her to let out a small noise low in her throat. Still holding her by the neck, he pulled her from against the cabinets and spun her around with his other hand, still squeezing her neck hard enough that her breathing was heavy. He was quick in the way he unzipped the back of her bodysuit, but slow when he ran his fingers down the center of her back, over the scarring she had from previous missions, over the notches of her spine.

Aelin tugged her arms out of her sleeves, letting them dangle at her sides as she stretched her arms out along the length of the file cabinets. Rowan tugged her back against his body by her neck, squeezing tightly as his other hand ran along her abdomen. She let her hand run down the arm that was on her stomach, feeling the muscle of his forearms. His touch was rough as he gripped her breasts, tugging and squeezing with such intensity that she knew she would have fingerprint sized bruises all over tomorrow, and she didn’t care. Didn’t care as she dropped her head back against his shoulder, didn’t care as he ducked his head down, teeth digging into her skin.

Once again he spun her around so she faced him and he guided her by her throat to his desk, where he nudged her so she was sitting on the dark wood surface. She looked up at him beneath thick lashes, his thumb brushing over her lips as she began to unbutton his shirt a single button at a time. When they were all finally free, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and she tried, she really did, to not moan at the sight of his body but she failed miserably.

The man was corded with muscle, abdomen perfectly carved from marble like the Gods of old. His arms were massive, she could have used his body to teach someone an anatomy lesson with how ripped every line of his body was. The adonis belt of his lower abdomen pointed perfectly to where she so desperately wanted her mouth. Her eyes raked over the tattoo that swirled over his chest, down his left arm. Her hands shook with desire as she splayed them flat against his body and leaned forward, pressing her red lips to his skin. As she left behind trails with her mouth, she undid his belt, unable to keep herself from moaning when he gripped her hair in his fist. As she unbuttoned his pants she looked up at him, dragging her tongue up the center of his abdomen. It was then that he let out a moan, a moan that snapped something in her. She needed him, needed this. Wanted him possibly more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her life.

He shoved his pants down to his ankles and she instantly gripped his length in her hand. Aelin never lost eye contact with him as she rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips, teasing him with sensitive and soft touches until he let out a low, primal sound that told her if she didn’t hurry, she very well may regret it. She pressed his length flat against his abdomen, licking straight up his cock until she found a spot on the underside of him that made his grip in her hair tighter, made him tug on her golden locks until she moaned. She took him in her mouth then, sucking on the sensitive head, staining him with red lipstick marks that he would be thinking about all night.

He pushed her head down with the controlling grip he had on her hair, pushing and pushing until she was gagging, until the tip of him was deep in her throat and he was thrusting into her mouth, fucking her mouth the way she wanted him to. Her hands were digging into his skin, into the hard muscle of his sides and lower back, leaving crescent moons that would later become the smallest of bruises.

When he finally let go of her head, he pulled her off the desk and shoved her bodysuit down, which she quickly freed her legs of and turned so she was bent over his desk, ass on perfect display for him. Rowan ran his hand down her back, fingers roving over scars and bone as he thrust into her quickly. The sound that came out of her throat was guttural, was primal, was full of need and want. One of his hands gripped her hair, wrapping it around his wrist then digging into the root, tugging and tugging until her back was arched against him. It was only then that he released her hair and wrapped that hand around her throat, pinning her to his body as his other hand went straight to her clit as he fucked her hard and without restraint. Aelin couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of anything but Rowan as he completely consumed her, fucking her and squeezing her neck until her moans were breathless, airy sounds. Rowan’s fingers made quick work between her legs as he fucked her from behind, his own breathy moans filling her ears.

Just before she came he pushed her around again, shoved her up onto the desk and bent over her body, forcing her neck down against the desk as he kissed her roughly. It was the first time he kissed her, and it was sinful the way they moaned into each others mouths, sinful the way the kiss was all teeth and tongue. She let her own hands tangle in his hair and tug as she got close, as she screamed out with her hands ripping scratches down his back. Aelin had tears, tears from how good she felt as she went over the edge, Rowan falling over soon after as he filled her, his thrusts getting sporadic and lazy as they both came down from their high.

To her slight surprise, he didn’t pull out immediately, but released the hold he had on her, resting his hands on the desk on either side of her neck. She kept her eyes closed but ran her hand up his chest, one of her hands resting against the side of his neck as he rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture, even more intimate the way he kissed her, pushing in and pulling out of her slowly with one of his hands dragging down her torso. His tongue swirled around hers slowly and he finally pulled out of her, but still thrust against her, his cock sliding between her folds to nudge against her clit. Aelin moaned again then, fingers digging into his neck as she felt like she may come again, caught in the afterglow of just having come around him.

“Please,” she breathed, the only word that had been spoken for half an hour that wasn’t a curse or a name. “Please make me come.”

So he did, kissing a sloppy line down her neck, mouth sucking roughly on her throat that would leave a mark that she would later have to cover as his fingers found the knot between her legs and began rubbing small circles. Her moaning got louder, her breathing heavier as she came on his fingers again. Aelin’s thighs quivered as she finally pushed him away, unable to be touched by him anymore as she slid off his desk, immediately having to grasp his body for support. His nose nudged the side of her face and he pressed a kiss along her jaw, her cheek, then her mouth, his own stained red from her lips.

She was still for a moment, as Rowan disappeared through a door, completely naked, only to return with a damp towel which he handed her and she used to clean herself up. She avoided his eyes as she redressed, zipping herself back up as she prepared to go back out onto the floor. Fuckshitdammitfuck. She had just broken at least ten different conduct rules, and even worse - she planned on doing it again.

And as for Rowan Whitethorn? He was totally, completely, well and truly fucked.

#rowaelin #lemons #spicy #mob boss au #rowaelin au #tog #throne of glass #tog au

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amoliveiraofficial · 4 years

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happy pride ;; averoe discord thread

WHERE: Kingsboro, New York

WHEN: June 27th, 2020

TIME: Early-mid afternoon

WARNINGS: So fucking adorable- and long. But mainly adorable lmao

CHARACTER FEATURES: Avery Chopra, Monroe Oliveira ( @monroephile ), Cleo Lopez

CHARACTER MENTIONS: Mars Slater (NPC), Zane Bishara ( @zanebishara ), Devin Stewart ( @devinxstewart )

PROMPT: Averoe celebrates Monroe’s 25th birthday during Pride Month in a very special way.

avery

She was nervous. She was really, really fucking nervous. She'd been up all night trying to decide if this was the right idea or if it was too soon. But... When she thought about it, she knew in her heart and her soul that this was the right idea. Asking for Cleo's help, she had the older woman spend the morning with Monroe to take her to a couple of music shops with the offer to buy her anything and everything she wanted, as a birthday treat. While Cleo was distracting her, Avery got to work. With their landlord's permission, the girl was able to set up a small table and to decorate the rooftop, having a beautiful view of Kingsboro in the early afternoon. With vases of French marigolds circling the gazebo, the table decorated in Monroe's favourite colours while set up with chicken and waffles along with one glass of root beer and one glass of screwdriver cocktails for each of them. The rooftop gazebo was decorated with balloons and streamers in the DJ's favourite colours, a banner with the words 'Happy Birthday!' hung up. With Cleo texting her saying that she was dropping Monroe off at the complex, Avery was nervous. But so excited. She texted her girlfriend to see if she could join her up on the roof, telling herself to breathe. The moment she saw the shorter brunette, Avery beamed brightly and held her arms out wide while she stood in the gazebo next to the table with her lunch. "Surprised! Happy birthday, Monroe Eilam Oliveira."

monroe

it’s her birthday, wow, she hasn’t even planned anything for herself that day. usually she’d spend the whole day at home, doing the usual things as if it was just another day. she really wasn’t used to celebrating her birthday, not until she met avery. the girl definitely changed that, with something planned out for them last year, she was sure she has something up her sleeve again. but she wasn’t sure, instead, she had spent the earlier hours with cleo, roaming around kingboro with the offer of buying whatever she wants for her birthday. she kind of did take advantage of that, buying a new dj controller, that model she’s been saving up for months, along with a new pair of headphones. the older woman was that sister she’s never had, she was always there to look out for her and avery, and she’s very grateful for that. she didn’t want to bring up that she knew that she was being distracted though, to just have them carry on this little plan they have for her. once she was dropped off at the apartment complex, the dj tried not to rush upstairs, to the roof as the writer instructed her. “wow….you never ever fail too woo me, aves….,” she looks around the place, in awe of how it was transformed. she walked up to the other and pulled her close for a hug. “thank you….this is the best already. you’re the best.”

avery

God... There she is... There's the woman of her dreams. Wow... Wow, wow, wow. Avery beamed so brightly, walking quickly to meet her and hold her in her arms. It was only for a few hours and she was the one who planned this in the first place... But god, she missed her. She missed her so much. "You're welcome, baby. I also made some cupcakes! Well... Attempted, is the best word for it... but they're downstairs in the kitchen. I didn't want to risk bringing them out here and potentially melting." Fortunately, the day wasn't super hot, but she didn't want to risk it. Pulling away, she moved to pull out Monroe's chair for her. "I made you your favourite! I tried to recreate that one pasta from the Cove that you like but... um, well, anyways." Clearing her throat, she giggled awkwardly. God, she has been in ten different theatre productions- try to act like you're not a nervous, awkward bean, for once! "Shall we, um, shall we eat? Oh, and Laurel's watching Mars! She promised to bring him back later. I just... selfishly wanted a few hours with you. Oops?"

monroe

monroe loves this certain...clinginess, the affection her and avery shares. their bond has only just gotten stronger when they've become official. it was nice to be back home with avery, cleo may have suffered an hour of two of her nagging while they were at various music shops. "cupcakes? the classic mocha cupcakes? i love those so much," she hums, giving her a cheeky smile. "i have a feeling you did great though, i'm going to love that pasta, i'm just sure. anything that's made for you is truly a chef's kiss," she reassures the other as she kisses her cheek. the dj hated the heat so much, thank god it's a little bit cold today, cuddling with avery after this would be perfect. monroe just loves how....warm and safe she feels in her arms. she's just looking for....mars, where's mars? "thank you--oh, i was about to ask," she chuckles lightly, sitting down. "though....i'm giving you permission to be selfish with me for a few hours. i'd love to spend time alone with you."

avery

She knew that some people hated clinginess, that they absolutely despised it. Avery, on the other hand, loved it with Monroe. Loved how they always needed to be touching each other one way or another. Holding hands, holding each other, kissing, sitting on each others's laps; Any way they're able to be close to one another, she loved it. "Tried to," she giggled, cheeks turning pink. "They're... not very pretty... I had trouble decorating them... But I promise I tried my best! I really hope you'll like them." Avery just blushed even more by her sweet words. She touched her cheek, a dorky grin gracing her lips at the kiss. God, what has this woman done to her? She loves it. She loves her. "You're welcome. I knew she and Lissy were missing Mars, so it was a win-win on all accounts." Softly kissing her after she sat down and settled in, the dancer took her seat across from her. She instantly reached out her hand, heart eyes for Monroe. "I... I have another surprise for you. I mean, I was going to wait until after lunch... But I don't think I can wait any longer."

monroe

“i just know you’ve done great, baby, plus, decorating is really a hard task. i bet my taste buds would love them so much. i mean, you already make the awesomest chicken and waffles in the whole wide galaxy, i am very sure you did great on those too, and the pasta, don't tell cleo this, but i know this is already better that the one at the cove." she winks playfully at the other. alright, she may be biased, but it's true, avery has been doing really great in the kitchen lately, both of them working around in the kitchen, she wanted to make more homecooked meals for them and for mars instead of ordering out, it's a form of bond for the family as well. "i mean....i don't blame them, mars is a little bit of a charmer. one look at those eyes and you're done for," she chuckles. she swore to make sure the little boy had the best things in the world, he and avery are her life now. and she wanted to make sure both are always safe and getting the good things they truly deserve. she raised an eyebrow at her next words. "hmm....another surprise? wow.... i've been having a lot of those today...."

avery

"Baaaaaabe..." The brunette couldn't help it as she giggled, her compliments causing her to blush a bright red. It had been a joke for basically all her life about how awful her cooking was. It was honestly quite embarrassing, really. But Monroe... she was always so encouraging and kind, always bringing her up whenever she felt down with her cooking. While she has grown confident with cooking breakfast, other foods... Those made her nervous. But she felt better when they decide to cook together. "He most definitely got his charming ways from you," she mused, her grin becoming cheeky. However, her one minute of confidence soon vanish and she cleared her throat. "Um... Well... I... Um, h-here..." Reaching into her pocket, she brought out a medium-sized jewelry box consisting of a beautiful locket. She held the box out for her, hoping that she'll like it. Oh god... Please let her like it.

monroe

“maybe he got some from me, but it’s definitely from you, babe, you’re quite a charmer yourself, i mean….” she takes her hand close to her lips, kissing the back of her palm. “whenever i watch you at the cove you just….everyone’s eyes are on you. it makes me feel like tristan thorn, your suitor?” monroe knows the vibe in the whole restaurant anytime that the spotlight’s on her. god, why did she not realize shit at that point in time? what’s important though, is that they’re finally official, as most of their friends would say. she could remember them rolling their eyes at her most of the time when avery’s been brought up in a conversation. she sat there as she watches the girl getting something from her pocket, revealing what looked like a jewelry box. she takes it and examines the box for a moment before opening it, revealing a…necklace? no…it’s definitely a locket. “holy shit….baby…this is wonderful….,” she glances up at the writer in admiration.

avery

Avery was about as red as a tomato at this point, her cheeks so red. "Our sweet, charming little boy," she mused. Her heart was beating past as she opened the box. She felt like she could breathe a little as she admitted her love for the locket. She reached out her hands to hold Monroe's. "It... It belonged to my grandmother," she explained, keeping her eyes on the girl. "When my grandfather proposed to her, he knew he wanted to do something special. Something unique. So... He designed that locket specifically for her... and he proposed to her with it." The writer took a deep breath. "Monroe Eilam Oliveira... This past year with you has been the greatest, happiest time of my life. Before I met you, I was... I was going through a rough patch. For five years, every day seemed to be a nightmare and all I ever knew was heartbreak and misery. Before you showed up, after things got bad with Luca and Max, I told myself that I was going to work on myself and focus on Mars. Become the person I needed to be for him. And then you showed up. And... And you helped me. Over a year now, I have grown in s many ways I thought would never be possible for me. I have laughed more, smiled more, have been more happy than I ever was the twenty years without you in my life. You have been by my side and helped me raised Mars, watched him grow from being a few months old to turning one, to now turning two soon. You have shown me that the world can be a warm and caring place. You have loved me, even before we realized that what we shared for each other was love. And I love you, Monroe. I love you so, so much. The past few days, learning about Zane and Devin being back... I know that we were both nervous there. All my life it seemed that whenever things are going good, something always comes to take it away. Not this time, not with us. I don't want anyone else, Monroe. All I want is you. I want to fall asleep in your arms just for us to wake up with you in mine. I want to share chicken and waffles with you forever, sharing screwdriver cocktails with you forever. I want to sing for you, dance with you, learn to cook more food with you. I want to watch Treasure Planet with you a thousand times with Mars and then a thousand times more. I want to take care of Waffles with you, give him a loving home. I want to go on adventures with you, whether it's something small as being in our own apartment or something huge as going to another country. I want to grow old with you, watch you grow as a DJ and as a cook while I grow as a writer and performer. I want... I want us to grow our family together some day. I want us to live in a house together some day. I want us to be grandparents some day. I want to live the rest of my life with you. I don't want to live in fear of losing you; I want to be able to know that I am never, ever, going to lose you. And for you to know that you're not going to lose me, either. You are my Roe, my baby. My babe, my darling, my sweetheart. My lioness, my bunny, my Tristan Thorne. You are my Jack, my Lula, my Jack of all trades. My Robin Hood, my pirate. My Aladdin... My Al... My Ali... You are my soulmate and the love of my life... You are the mother of Mars and the future grandmother of our grandchildren... I want you to be my wife." Getting up from her seat and keeping her eyes on Monroe, she got down on one knee. "I love you. I love you with everything I am and more. And I promise to love you more and more of every second of every day. I promise to love you for now, for tomorrow, for next week, for next month, for next year, for forever. I promise to love you for the rest of my life and for longer. I promise with my fingers and my toes. And so... With the promise of my love, I must ask... Monroe Eilam Oliveira: will you marry me?"

monroe

if you ever get to ask monroe who her first love is, she would instantly say it’s avery, not a second more to think. for the past quarter of a century of her life, for so many people that she’s met, interacted with, some of them she got to share nights with, they never had this feeling she’s shared with the writer. at first, would be mistaken as infatuation, but as time has passed, the pull she felt for her got stronger and stronger that monroe was struggling to put a word for it. for the past year that she’s shared the same apartment with avery and mars, she knew that these were the people she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, that they are already her family, before things even got to the state of being official. yet here lies the conflict, devin and zane. it was this force that made her worry a lot. the moment she and the other got official, she discovers about this….this man. a rich….talented, well-know artist. and she was just someone who mixes pre-recorded music, as some people would refer. she was scared that she’ll lose avery to this guy. though right now….knowing where this locket came from, the history behind it, and then the taller brunette going along with her speech, all the worries monroe had slowly dissipates, tears starting to form in her eyes as she watches her get down on one knee. it may look like they were moving fast, but somehow….this all made sense. they’ve always been acting like a couple for what seemed like forever, both of them are just that oblivious enough to notice. with her mind and her heart, she knew this is the right time. “yes….oh my god, yes….i will marry you, avery. avery marina chopra…oh my god,” she finds herself bawling, pulling up the girl close to kiss and hold her in her arms. “god, marry me right now, i…i don’t think i can ever wait….fuck—fuck i love you, baby. i love you so much.”

avery

Monroe, unfortunately, wasn't her first love; But god, she's her true love. Her and Mars have given her a love no one else ever did. When she looked in her future, she saw them. She saw them being a family, hopefully even growing it some day. For the first time in her life, Avery could truly say that she was happy and not be lying. The love she shares for the two has been so pure and so wonderful, it felt too good to be true. But perhaps that was a good thing. Avery use to always run from the things that could be good for her. But with Monroe? With Monroe, she'd stayed. She'd get scared and worried she was awful for her; But then they'd get to talk and her fears would ended up being calmed. She loves her so much, she was crying. But god, she's happy. She is so happy and in love. She laughed joyfully when she said yes, quickly grabbing her in her arms to spin her around as they kissed. She could've sworn she heard fireworks. "Yes! Yes, yes, right now! W-We can go to the courthouse right now and, and get married there. Maybe we can do a big one in the future! I just... I just love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I want to start now." They've already been dating basically for over a year now: this was meant to happen. This is the right moment and time for them. She's going to become her wife. Giggling, she pulled her back into another kiss. "Happy birthday, baby... and happy pride?"

monroe

at the start of the month, getting married to her best friend, to her soulmate is something monroe expected the least, this hasn’t even come to mind. she was also used to things temporary, friendships, relationships, any form of bond she could list off of her mind that she had with other people. thought with avery, she’s become a different person as time passed. she was so contrasting to the old version of herself that was just so numbed up with the number of people who has left her in her life, even her parents have left her the moment she was born. with avery, monroe couldn’t bring herself to doing that, even the thought of it kills her, as if there’s a knife twisted in her chest, making her bleed endlessly. from the first time they had a disagreement, she never let the other go, instead of letting her completely leave, the two learned how to communicate over things like this together and in time grew into so much better versions of themselves. monroe giggles into the kiss as the other spun her around. “courthouse, yes, let’s go to the courthouse, the big wedding can wait, but the thing i can’t wait about is being yours for the rest of our lives, and so on.” she melts in her arms, rubbing their noses together. “happy pride….,” she giggles. “oh, what should i wear? i should—we should ask cleo for help about these things, hmm?”

avery

If you had told Avery at the beginning of June that not only would she and Monroe have confessed their love for each other, officially get together, and get married of all things near the end of Pride, she would never have believed you. But here we are. And god, she couldn't ask for anything better. Ever since they met each other, things were different. Natural, warm, all just so right. Meeting her was like starting a puzzle and finding all of the perfect pieces, creating a masterpiece. This felt exactly like that. And now, they're able to move onto a bigger puzzle to create an even more spectacular masterpiece: their marriage life. God, the girl was buzzing with excitement. She's about to marry to love of her life, her soulmate, her other half. Not everyone was lucky to have that. "Perfect," she mused, giggling as she gave her soft kisses. "We should most definitely dress in something nice... I have that one white suit I've been wanting to wear or this one blue dress that's rather nice... Yes, Cleo! We should-... oh... Oh god, I have no idea how Cleo's gonna react. Should we ask her to be our witness?" The thought of the woman's reaction... She just knows she's going to need to hide their pans. "You're actually going to be my wife... I-I truly never thought that I was ever going to get married... And now, I'm going to get to marry the most incredible and talented and smart and beautiful woman in the world? I just... Whoa. I love you so much, baby."

monroe

monroe is really going to get married, on her birthday. god, she’s not going to ask for anything else. looks like 25 isn’t bad after all, when she’s spending it with the love of her life. “oh god, how should we tell our friends? should we tell them right now? or just….when it’s all done?” she had a giddy smile on her face. nope. she has no idea how weddings work. she’s been to two or three weddings, but honestly, she doesn’t have a fucking clue what went on the whole time. “oh, we have to….,” monroe hums, poking avery’s cheek while she was still in her arms. “i do want to see you in a white suit, if i’m being honest,” she winks, pecking along her jawline. “i do have two pairs of dresses in our closet, you want the black or the red one?,” she wiggles her eyebrows at the other. “you know….how about we tell her over the phone, and then ban her from the apartment…the pan threat seemed to be serious the last time,” she giggles raspily. “i never thought i was going to get married either….no—baby, sshhh. you’re the most incredible and talented and smart and beautiful between the two of us,” she leans close, rubbing their noses together. “i love you too, so so much. now….are you ready to call cleo?”

avery

She's getting married at 21... That never seemed to be a possibility until now. But god, she's so happy that this is happening. That this has become a part of their life. That she was actually going to marry her. Then she brought up their friends... "Maybe... Maybe we should tell them when it's all done. Surprise them." She was worried about how they'd react. They were all very happy when they became official... But would they be supportive of them getting married so soon? She was hopeful. But she didn't want to risk them trying to change their minds beforehand. She giggled at the poke, grinning brightly at the beautiful girl in her arms. "Suit it is. Oooo... You are absolutely stunning in red, baby. You'd look so beautiful in both." Avery laughed, nodding at the idea. "Yes, that's perfect. I'm really not wanting to see her until we get to the courthouse." The writer held her closer, kissing her softly. "Nooo, you are. I'm ready, baby. Let's go get married, Monroe Eilam Oliveira."

monroe

“i’ll go get my red dress then, baby. though….i haven’t worn that one before, did i buy that one or did you?” monroe’s wardrobe has always leaned towards street wear, sometimes she would wear an oversized hoodie and cycling shorts whenever she’s just taking a stroll around town. she did save a few dresses; in case she has formal occasions to go to. in this case as of now, her own wedding. the trip to the courthouse was short, monroe glancing at avery for a moment and back on the road, taking her hand to hold whenever she’s got the chance. she used to despise this day, since it was the same day her parents decided that she’s not welcome in their lives. but now….now it’s going to change. it’s the day her and avery are officially going to be wives, just strengthening the word family. “who’s gonna have who’s last name?,” she looks at the other, asking that question that’s suddenly formed in her head.

avery

"Ooo, I think that we got it together? Or maybe Cleo did... Either way, you're going to look incredible, like you always do." Avery loved her style, knowing that it was something the girl felt comfortable in and was happy with. Avery was more so of a boho/artsy girl herself when it came to fashion, but she did like to experiment every now and then. So wearing a suit for her wedding? Sounded amazing. Holding Monroe's hand with one and Mars's hand with the other (after calling her, Laurel had brought him back home- there was no way they'd do this without him), she thought about her question. "Is... Is it okay if I take your last name?" she asked almost shyly, smiling softly at her soon-to-be wife. "I'd love to be known as Avery Marina Oliveira." God, even just saying it as an example sounded so right. 'Cleo! Cleo!’ Mars cried out, the older woman walking towards them and scooping the one year old in her arms. Kissing his cheek and cooing softly at first, the blonde looked at the two with raised eyebrows. "Do I slap you both or hug you both? I'm conflicted."

monroe

“you look dashing in your suit, by the way—but we’re not switching roles, you’re still yvaine and i’m tristan.” monroe playfully teases the other. fuck, she really looks so good in a white suit, why hasn’t she suggested avery to wear this one before? though….this is appropriate for the occasion. she’s going to fucking marry the most wonderful girl (in all aspects) in the galaxy, she feels the luckiest. speaking of galaxy, their little space monkey looks handsome right now, and she couldn’t help but let out an aawww whenever she looks at him. sometimes, since she and avery got official, she’s wondered if even mars have seen something between the two of them that she hasn’t noticed at all. “of course, baby.” she was surprised, but in a good way. she was going to take monroe’s last name, and that made her even more excited. “i love the sound of that.” the moment she’s heard mars call for cleo, an awkward smile formed on her face as she approaches them. “well…it’s my birthday still?,” she chuckles. “so you really can’t say or do mean things to me….and avery.”

avery

"Damn... One day. One day, I will get to top," she teased back, kissing her lips with a grin. Of course, she has grown to love their 'roles' and rarely jokingly asked if she could topped at some point. If she did, however, it was typically as a joke. Glancing back at Mars, her heart just burst. This was his first time wearing a little suit and tie and god, did he look absolutely adorable. His curls were unruly and he had a bright smile on his face, causing the girl to softly kiss his head. "Me too, baby," Avery giggled. Going from Chopra to Oliveira soon sounded so surprising but so fitting and just right. She loves it. God... She was just so happy right now. Not even Cleo's snark could dampen her mood. "Hiiii, Cleo. Thank you so much for coming to witness." Sighing, the older woman shook her head and hugged each girl while holding the toddler, who was rather fascinated with her hair. "Fine, but tomorrow? Fair game. Now... Let's go get you two inside and married." Despite her attitude, the woman was truly happy for them. And in fact... she even had a surprised for the two girls. But that was going to wait until after they're married.

monroe

"avery marina oliveira.... i'm the luckiest woman in the galaxy to ever be your wife, and also be the mother of mars. but before i start a speech in public, i should really stop now, we cannot be late to our own wedding." monroe exaggeratingly takes a sigh of relief when cleo said she's going to let her slide for today. "oop, good luck looking for us tomorrow though," she teases her in reply. the blonde is like one of the sisters she's never had. she knew they only met recently, but she already made an impact in her life, she became one of the few people monroe confides to, asks for advice, whenever it's career or personal-wise, she could really trust her. she does love annoying her, maybe tease her along with avery whenever they sneak around to one of the ship's hiding spots at the cove, sometimes they would even run off the moment she starts rambling in spanish. after that hug they shared with cleo, monroe holds avery's hand, intertwining their fingers. "are you ready to be mrs. oliveira, miss chopra?," she asks the taller brunette with a loving smile.

avery

Avery couldn't help but to grin brightly as she said her new name. It sounded so perfect- she loves it deeply. Nodding, she laughed. "We most definitely cannot be late for this, my love." She kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer. Avery rolled her eyes playfully at Cleo, the woman giving out a grossed out reaction to her words. "Nope, stop right there," the blonde said, only causing the taller girl to laugh. Despite loving to give her grief, the performer truly appreciated the restaurant owner. The fact that came to witness for their wedding in spite of all of the shit they put her through to mess with her meant so much. The woman was like an older sister figure and she cared about her deeply. "Thank you," she whispered as they hug, causing a soft smile to grace the blonde's face. Looking at her future wife, she nodded with a grin before kissing her softly. "I was born ready, Miss Oliveira. Are you ready to become Mrs. Oliveira?"

monroe

“i know i’ve been ready ever since i laid my eyes on you.” monroe kisses avery softly before they entered the courthouse together. she doesn’t know that much about weddings, specifically this one, but she was aware cleo’s already taken care of it. she had only a little bit of knowledge, with how long should marriage licenses take, the fees, yada yada. before the ceremony started, both of them signed on necessary forms first (of course, while holding hands, as usual), then headed where the wedding presider was. they had exchange of vows, i do’s, and instead of rings, the locket was put on her neck by the taller brunette. maybe they’re just going to buy those rings tomorrow? they really do. “you may now kiss—the bride, yes.” the judge was chuckling at monroe not being able to wait, pulling avery close for a kiss. “that was hell of a first kiss as my wife, mrs. oliveira.”

avery

It was perfect. The whole entire thing was perfect. Cleo paying the fees and taking care of things had been surprising, but once they were able to start the ceremony, everything had fallen into place. It was so hard not to pull her in to kiss her, her excitement only growing more and more. By the time she was able to put the locket on her wife, the grin on the face was bright and warm. She squealed excitedly as she was finally able to kiss Monroe, lifting her up in the air as she kissed her. "I couldn't agree more, Mrs. Oliveira," she giggled, bringing her back on her feet as she rubbed their noses together. Cleo had been sitting on a bench, holding Mars and watching the Oliveiras share their first kiss as a married couple. "Congratulations, you two," she mused, standing up to walk over to them as she held the toddler. "Well... I certainly hope you two are ready to celebrate- in about two hours, Amphitrite's Cove is going to become a birthday party and a wedding reception." Avery's eyes widened, taken aback by the older woman's words. "I- You- Wait, what?" A small laugh left her lips, the taller brunette looking at her wife in bewilderment.

monroe

avery has now taken her last name, she’s now avery marina oliveira, monroe eilam oliveira’s wife. her heart just leaps in excitement with the knowledge. “thank you, cleo i—i didn’t expect this woman right here would be my wife today, but i wouldn’t have this any other way,” she says, letting go of the taller brunette for a moment to hug her. the woman has witnessed enough of their relationship that others haven’t witnessed, she just knew the way they looked at each other, she is somehow one of the few people who has made her realize that she’s indeed, in love with avery. monroe was surprised at the mention of having a reception. “so….wow, you planned all of this?,” she asked with a hint of surprise in her voice. “i—i guess we should tell people right now, am i right?,” she returns back to her wife’s side. “oh my god….they are going to lose their shit about this, babe.”

avery

Avery had her arm wrapped around the girl's waist, resting her cheek against the top of her head. On one hand, she wasn't surprised. Cleo has been one of the few people who has witnessed the more raw parts of their relationship even before they became official. Despite only knowing them for about two months, Cleo has bear witness to their relationship in ways others hadn't. But at the same time, the fact that she organized this... It was unexpected. The blonde just smiled warmly. "Planned it the moment you got off the phone with me and told me you were getting married," she admitted, chuckling at their reactions. "Everything should be ready in two hours. Guess you better let people know so that they can get ready and come celebrate with you two." The taller brunette laughed softly, tearing up. "I... Thank you, Cleo. I don't... I don't know how to repay you." Waving off her words, the restaurant owner shook her head and said, "No need- I got you two." Reaching out to take her son's hand, Avery grinned at her wife before kissing her softly on the lips. "We really should. And god, if we thought their reactions to us becoming official was extreme... We better get started, Mrs. Oliveira."

#(📚 writings.)#( ft. monroe oliveira. )#( sh. screwdriver cocktail // avery + monroe. )

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Buckle in because I have been on a RIDE the last few months so I wanna write it all out how BTS stole my whole soul.

I didn’t want to get into kpop even though i remember casually liking a couple shinee songs way back in like 2008 and coming across some kpop music videos when i lived in vietnam in 2012. all i remembered basically was ‘SHIIIIINNNEEEE’ lmao and remembered thinking it was fun but not really listening to it. I had a weird snobbishness against kpop fandom but secretly always knew from the glimpses of fancams and gifs and music vids i’d casually come across that if i looked into it i’d probably like it. I had no IDEA though how talented most kpop groups are and how much dancing was involved. I confess I had a really american view of pop groups and expected it to be all about looks and really poppy boy-band/girl-band, which I also do like...but didn’t put me in a rush to find out more about kpop. If I had realized how much they dance I know I would have looked more into it years ago because I love and respect dancing. I still knew I had the potential to like it if i ever looked into it, but I thought of it super shallow-ly so I never took the time to learn more.

I remember years ago when Jin trended as ‘third guy from the left’ and i didn’t really know who he was at the time except that bts was pretty big and my college roommate casually liked them. I read through the comments on twitter at the time and was entertained and a little curious but didn’t look further. I remember seeing a pic as a result of the trend and finding out ppl called him World Wide Handsome and i found that hilarious and awesome and agreed with the assessment, I remember finding them all super handsome, but at this point still had only heard a little bit of Boy with Love.

Much later (years?) an NPR podcast I followed talked about Blackpink doing coachella and I got curious and watched a couple mvs and was really impressed but still casually. I now had a bit of a better respect for it but was still not really into it yet except thinking blackpink had bops and being generally vaguely aware that blackpink and bts were popular (i really didn’t realize how popular and how much music they were selling tbh).

Time passed and I forgot about it until about this april while I was bored in quarantine. I got SUPER into The Untamed and then super into finding out more about Wang Yibo...which lead to watching all of his dance stuff on youtube, which lead to a ton of stuff about Uniq. I was intrigued by kpop now because of learning more about Uniq, yibo, and then produce 101 and woodz but it was still casual.

I especially loved watching the dancing so I started watching dance compilations on youtube of kpop dancing. The whole dance practice thing amazed me and I had so much fun watching dances but wasn’t really getting into who was who yet or the music really. Then Taemin’s Move happened to me and I was HOOKED on that and watched it a ton of times in the next week or so while also watching playlists of generally popular kpop music vids. I started wanting to just see a bit of what was popular and was having a good time but not really hooked yet beyond quarantine boredom and knowing that looking up kpop dance vids was going to become a thing i did on youtube probably from then on.

By coincidence around this time the Daechwita music video came out and had a ton of views so i got curious and was in awe of it when I watched it. I loved the rapping, the hype-ness, the cinematography, the lyrics...everything. I learned then from the comment section that Agust D was actually Suga from BTS which instantly made me want to know way more about bts, but I was still stuck on thinking of them as pop and amazed that suga was such a good rapper. So I wanted to see how other people reacted to him and watched a ton of reaction vids of ppl reacting to Daechwita.

This made me curious about Suga and BTS so I watched DNA and Boy With Love and enjoyed those but they were more what I expected as more poppy songs, so at that point I just enjoyed it casually for the eye and ear candy, but I was amazed that agust d was one of the members in that group and the duality of that had me intrigued (i naively thought agust d/suga’s rapping was completely a separate persona than BTS, before I realized how talented suga, RM, and jhope are within bts too and how many of their songs have a lot of rap as well). So I wanted to learn more about BTS but just watching stuff by myself seemed boring so I binge watched reaction vids of people reacting to bts for the first time and learned way more about them along with youtubers and had a blast. Watching reaction vids at first felt like hanging out with other clueless friends all chatting about this thing new to us, so somehow it made everything feel more accessible to me especially while I missed casually browsing youtube with my friends during quarantine. Mic Drop was the first of their songs to get stuck in my head and had me specifically looking up the MV/listening to it and searching out ppls reactions to Mic Drop. Then I came across reactions to the 2019 mma performance and was blown away and watched a TON of reactions to that but I still didn’t know who anyone was and hadn’t looked into many lyrics but by then i was super impressed by the effort and performance level.

A turning point from casual fun interest to deeper stanning happened though when I watched a reaction vid someone made (unfortunately can’t remember who now) to Spring Day and the explanation of Spring Day. I was AMAZED at the intellectual and careful artistry in that music video and the heart put into it. This for me started to elevate my curiosity about bts specifically over just being curious about kpop in general. I decided to watch a bunch of reactions to ‘who is bts’ type of vids because i wanted to know their names at that point and I was blindsided by how impressed I was with their thought processes (specifically RM and Suga, especially at first), their individual strengths, their personalities in general, their bonds, their work ethic and ambition, and their inspirational story. I decided to watch their music vids on my own in chronological order and realized that there was reoccurring and connected story and symbolism in their music vids stretching for years and was SO HYPE about that and impressed by it (I love analyzing media, I even was briefly a film major so I was GEEKED about the artistry and symbols in their music vids even before I realized the references or how confusing and deep it ran and that made me like them even more). I googled about the storyline looking for theories/explanations and found the webtoon, which just blew my mind that they even had a webtoon! I read it in one night lol, I was in multimedia heaven honestly I have never heard of a music group being so into using so many mediums for entertainment and was definitely feeling so happy to get into it. THE WINGS SHORT FILMS were I think what officially elevated everything for me and made me know I’d always want to keep an eye on what they were putting out there because it was so so cool to me that they’d have this storyline in their music videos and also take the time to make these little artsy short movies I was SO IMPRESSED and blown away.

The real soul steeling happened though when I saw RM’s UN speech and started watching more compilations and reactions showing RM and Suga talking about their thoughts about their success and their music and learning about the relationships and personalities of the members...I quickly grew to appreciate each individual which really surprised me because how can one group be so complete and have 7 individually interesting people in it. I loved too that they all had their own solo stuff and were allowed to each shine in their own ways. It became about more than music for me at some point in there and I know now I’ll probably have warm feelings about them and want to root for them on a deeper level for a long time. Now their music is so enriched for me by all the behind the scenes stuff I’ve seen. I really in earnest then was mainlining all of the stuff I could in a mix of reaction vids to funny compilations to lyric breakdowns to finding an index that lists as much as possible in chronological order that I’m now watching through including their early vlogs and gameshows and it’s just so fascinating to me how much content they have documenting their whole journey and I am having such a fun and moving and inspiring time watching it. It’s really helped me during quarantine especially and now I can really say I am a really big fan of BTS and probably will be for a really long time.

I still sometimes watch other kpop music vids and have now seen all of TXTs stuff, but so far other groups haven’t grabbed my heart in the same way. I know at some point they probably will and I have been really impressed by the talent all throughout kpop in general that i’ve seen. I can usually only be obsessed with one thing at a time though lol, but I look forward to paying more attention in general to kpop from now on!

But there is something really special to me about BTS right now so I’m just letting myself bask in that obsession and it is so great. So many of their lyrics move me, RM and Suga alone are such interesting people that they alone would make me want to keep up with BTS. But then on top of that the rest are so great in their own ways too and Jimin along the way became probably my ‘bias’ though I really do like them all so much in their own ways that choosing one as a fave feels stupid. Then on the shallower note they are also beautiful, so there is that...but that is such a small piece of why I love them now. Kpop combos everything I love about music...the theatrics, the symbolism, the flashiness, the music, the makeup, the glam, the dancing, the fun, the inspiration, the acting, the iconography...and with bts it’s also a group of guys who are so intensely likable and root-able, with a huge amount of content, who reflect a lot on what it means to love yourself and know yourself and who are really open about how much effort goes into their crazy lives...and I am just upset that I didn’t know more about them years ago.

I can also completely see why fans are a bit obsessive and defensive about the genre and about their fave groups now...because the western media still doesn’t really get how impressive this stuff is and how much work goes into it. I mean already groups like one direction and other pop groups had to fight uphill battles for respect b/c for some reason pop music gets such a bad rep. But western media and ppl who never bother to look into kpop look down on it so dismissively as mindless pop or just about looks and are so extra condescending about it like these kpop groups are lucky to come to the US or something. There’s so much reluctance to embrace it even when it’s so popular, that fans have to shove it’s popularity in ppls faces for it to start to be accepted finally, and even now the attitude in media toward it seems pretty dismissive like it’s just temporary or about teenage girls or they focus on the fans and not the music...or they purposefully overly focus on negative or perceived negatives and look for things to discredit their accomplishments. In some ways the popularity BTS has accomplished is even more impressive to me than the beatles comparisons imply, because BTS did it with a language barrier, while dancing, and in the face of the US still being pretty racist against asians. It really is impressive, and even as a new fan I get so frustrated when people try to dismiss it as fad or minimize their successes and the mark on culture and music history that not just kpop but specifically BTS is making with these accolades and firsts.

Way too much western media focus goes to extra shit like: how young they are (they aren’t even really younger than a lot of american performers anyway), dismissing their involvement in the music process (freaking do your research and give credit where credit is due, many idols are more involved in their creative process than american singers anyway and even if they weren’t why are we suddenly caring about that?!), focusing on the rules they are under from companies (accept that it’s a different culture...also, disney anyone?), crediting their collaborators for their success more than them (sia added absolutely nothing to ON for example...and their success is not because of Halsey..and stop f-ing asking who they want to collab with), not giving credit for their dancing and over-focusing on live vocals without crediting them for singing /while/ dancing (that shit’s hard and no one is doing it like kpop, and even if sometimes live vocals get shaky the way people specifically nitpick and harp on that for them is so stupid when plenty of super popular ‘western’ singers also give some shaky live performances or also use a backing track all while dancing a hell of a lot less), criticizing them for makeup (i honestly think this is thinly disguised racism/fetishism at work because plenty of american male artists wear makeup and are not met with the uncomfortable comparisons to dolls and girls and sexualized criticism that american media gives this), dismissing them as just ‘pretty’, judging them for how the trainee system works (which they don’t really have control over, and is pretty hypocritical anyway when you consider how western music contracts and studios work...shadiness is intense in american music industry too), constantly wanting them to put more english into their music (spanish songs are getting radio play (tbh also not enough), and their global success keeping their korean lyrics proves anyway that we should be moving beyond caring so much about language barriers but the radio/media response is just so behind what people are listening to/buying and it’s frustrating how xenophobic it is).

now that I know more about it, it’s so insulting how condescending some of the interview questions they get and some of the articles about kpop are because they act like kpop is some alien thing that’s lucky to break into the US as if the US is the center of everything and tbh it’s disrespectful and xenophobic and often racist. kpop is a whole package of entertainment and showmanship that honestly is way more work than most of the famous ‘western’ performers bring to their shows and music vids. I am not naive and I do know that language does affect radio play, but it’s not hard to look up lyric translations and music is really transcendent of language imo. It’s not like they need to be playing every new group or even a ton of korean music, I know that american radio is pretty guttless at the prospect of sharing ‘new’ stuff, it’s a lot of the same stuff repeatedly, but at the very least the groups and songs that are organically selling huge numbers and getting hugely popular should get the radio play that reflects some of that popularity. Really entertainers in the US should be trying to learn from the kpop scene and tbh it should be way more respected than the condescending reluctant attitude music media in the US especially has been giving it. I do feel like maybe the attitudes are changing and I hope they are. I really feel like it’s the future of pop and it’s really exciting for me now to finally know more about it and be more aware of it for the future.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #ramble #sorry this is so long but i might have a lot more bts stuff on my blog and i wanted to explain some of my discovery journey #i wish i wasn't ever so snobby about kpop #kpop is fun yall and if you have been stubbornly resisting it you might find eventually that you missed out!#i mean i know everyone has different tastes but there is so much entertainment in the kpop world even on top of the music #the music vids performances and dancing are so fun it is such a fun world that has opened up to me :)#i wish the world was more open to just letting people like what they like #music is fun for me again #haven't been so obsessed with music since savage garden and darren hayes #i mean i LOVE music but i often don't really get so interested or fannish about the people behind the music #so this has been so so so fun for me and reconnecting me with stuff i really do love like music makeup theatrics dancing pop etc #lady gaga comes the closest for me in providing this much theater with the music and i loved her for that in monster era #but sooooo many kpop groups bring that energy and i love it #and bts brings the positive messages too and has an it factor that even my overly cheesy sounding praise still doesn't quite capture for me

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The Year of Magical Thinking, Ch. 3

Summary: Francis Sinclair believed Arthur Morgan had not finished living. In a second chance at life, Arthur discovers what it means to love himself.

At the edge of a precipice and nowhere to run, Arthur concedes defeat. In an extraordinary turn of events, he is sent through the ether to another time where his path crosses with a group not too unlike his own family. After discovering the fate of those he loved before, he races to find a way back. But what if he realizes that there is something worth staying for in this new world? Can two people separated by nearly a hundred and twenty years of living find their happily ever after?

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Author’s Note: So sorry for saying that I would post yesterday when I did not. We had some terrible weather 'round here, and it took me forever to get home last night. Long chapter is long, though. I know y'all are probably like "where is your OFC"? Well, she'll be introduced in the next chapter, I promise. I should have it posted in a couple of days. Shoutout to TheTiniestTortoise ( @shallow-gravy ) who has valiantly offered to beta this story (this chapter was not). Fair warning: I'm seriously going to take you up on this, so be prepared lmao. In the meantime, y'all need to go read "Blackbird's Song". It's a fantastic ArthurxOC take on the RDR2 plot, seriously drop everything and read it! Also, I created a "We Heart It" collection thing where I pin images that inspire me while writing. Just a warning, though: It might spoil some elements of the story. If you don't want any idea of where I'm taking the plot, do not click here.

Thank you to @tiesthatbind1899 (author of Memories of the West - another must read), for the idea. You're awesome.

Almost forgot, in this story, Blackwater is Dallas. I read in the wiki that Blackwater was likely modeled after early 20th century Dallas, so I'm running with it. Plus, it's where I live, and even though most authors can't agree on whether you should "write what you know", this is fanfiction, so hell yes I will write what I know...at least in the first few chapters lol. Hope y'all enjoy this chapter, and as always, constructive criticism welcomed and appreciated!

The Year of Magical Thinking

Chapter 3 - American Remains

Not knowing if the doctor wanted Arthur to follow, he stood for a moment and stared at the carving on the cave wall. After Steven exited the chamber, the cave was again silent allowing Arthur to observe and reflect. His fingers traced the broad lines of the design as he pondered just how the whole situation had come to pass. What an interesting sequence of events. One moment, Arthur was dying and the next he was not. Having been a hair’s breath away from death had changed him fundamentally. Suddenly being thrust into wellness had been jarring, to say the least. Itching to sketch the new carving, he reached to his side for his journal. Hand feeling empty air where his satchel would usually be, he closed his eyes and covered his face.

In a last act of brotherly affection, Arthur had given John his most important possessions: his father’s hat and his satchel along with everything in it. Suddenly, a deep homesickness fell on him like anvil. The realization that he would never see his family again caused a well of emotions to rise up and threaten to consume him whole. He didn’t belong in this place. If Arthur was a part of a dying breed back then, then how would one hundred and twenty years of so-called progress treat him? With no place to call home and not a penny to his name, how would he survive?

Feeling suddenly claustrophobic in this cool, damp place, Arthur turned and followed the path of Steven’s exit. As the natural light of the sun reached him, he felt a wave of humid heat hit his face, instantly causing tiny rivulets of sweat to breakout across his forehead. Finally exiting the cave, he stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. Even in the heat, Arthur delighted in clean, easy breathing. Tortured by diseased lungs in the past months, he had forgotten what it meant to be well.

Looking at his surroundings, he spotted Steven near a table off to the left of the clearing. Arthur began walking towards him, that is, until he spotted the younger man talking to himself. Rooted in place, he observed Steven holding what appeared to be a small black book while gesturing wildly with his arms.

Damn it, you old fool, Arthur inwardly chastised. He had driven the man to madness with his scarcely believable tale. He walked closer to make out the words coming from the young doctor. That’s when he heard the other voice bleeding from the air that surrounded them.

“Steven, my love, my future husband, my everything – if you do not make it to this dinner, I will leave you. And then, I’ll cancel you. You will be canceled!” The voice yelled, sounding as if it came from a phonograph. Arthur furrowed his brow and looked for the source.

“Nick,” Steven responded in voice that even Arthur could tell was full of condescension, “first of all, you know I love you, but you also know I hate these dinners. Secondly, I just told you that something came up at work.” He then cradled the little black book in both hands, thumbs moving wildly over the cover. “It’s incredibly important that –”

Nick interrupted, “It’s incredibly important that you be at this dinner. Steven, we’ve had this planned for two weeks. All of the partners are going to have their significant others with them. They’re expecting you there. They all fucking love you; always like ‘Steven is so charming’ or ‘God Nick, how did you bag a guy like Steven? He’s so funny and you are so – not.’”

Steven laughed, “They don’t say that.” He finally glanced up in Arthur’s direction, smile falling from his face.

“Ugh, yes they do. It’s annoying as shit. I mean, I can be funny,” the voice replied. Steven began looking from the book to Arthur and back again in quick succession.

“Babe, I gotta call you back –”

“Steven –”

“Nick,” Steven interrupted sternly, “I’ll call you right back, I promise.” Call? Arthur thought to himself. That little black book’s a telephone? Nah…

Nick sighed loud enough for both men to hear. “Just please show up tonight. It’s all I ask.”

Steven nodded as if he could be seen. Arthur thought maybe he could. They each said ‘I love you’ and Steven glanced up at him.

“Holy shit,” was all he said.

“What?” Arthur frowned.

Steven just shook his head and held out the little book, or whatever it was. From where Arthur was standing, he could barely discern what looked like a photograph. Steven glanced quickly between the object in his hand and Arthur’s face. He seemed to realize the older man’s cluelessness.

He dropped his arm halfway and grinned, “Oh sorry, you’re probably like ‘what the hell is this?” He gestured to the device and laughed. “Jesus, well, this is a phone. A telephone.” A flipped it in his hands, and then held it out to Arthur. “Go ahead. Check it out.”

Arthur stepped closer and cautiously took the gadget. Looking at it, what he saw would take him back some five years ago to a hunting trip he, John and Hosea had embarked upon in Tall Trees, a year before John had left to God knows where. The trip had been a fruitful one, as the trio had taken down a bear with size to rival the one they had caught in the Grizzlies. It was a good memory, set before his relationship with John had descended into spite and jealousy. He stared at the photograph, the sepia tone making it seem so unreal when his memories burst with color. Arthur, John and Hosea looking as serious as three feared outlaws could, each held rifles behind a large grizzly bear.

Arthur looked up to Steven, “Where’d ya get this?”

The corners of his mouth quirked as if he went to smile but then thought better of it. “That’s a, uh, long story. But I mean –,” Steven then smiled, “it’s you.” He laughed a little manically, “That’s you in that photo.”

Arthur, not realizing the significance of this moment, just replied with a shrug of his large shoulders, “Yeah.”

Steven briefly ran a finger over his lips as he continued to smile, “Dear God. How the hell did this happen?”

“Ain’t gotta clue,” the outlaw replied simply.

Steven just shrugged. “Well, in any case, we have to figure out what we’re gonna do with you. I mean,” he laughed, “you could come home with me, but my, uh – Nick would probably freak the hell out.” A considering look passed over his face. “Hey, you said you were sick before?”

Arthur nodded, “Yeah, but I ain’t coughin’ no more.”

“Tuberculosis?” Steven supplied. The other man’s eyes narrowed fractionally.

“How’d you know?” The doctor just gave a toothy grin.

“Mr. Morgan, you’re quite famous. Like Jesse James.” At Arthur’s perplexed face, he continued, “Didn’t you, like, have your own gang, or something? You know, like Jesse James did?”

Arthur laughed, “What? No.” He shook his head, “I was in one, but I weren’t the leader. That was Dutch.” Steven’s face lit in recognition.

“Oh yeah,” he then looked off to the side. “I haven’t seen any westerns since I was a kid, so I’m only vaguely familiar with the history.” He looked back to Arthur with a smile, “My friend Ada would know. She loves them.”

“Uh-huh. Western? Like a dime novel?” The outlaw asked, head tilted in question.

Steven shook his head. “No, movies. They’re like, uh –,” obviously wondering how to explain, “you know, moving pictures.”

“Oh yeah, I know ‘bout them. Used to go to the theater on special occasions an’ such,” Arthur recalled.

“Well, they’re a little different now,” the doctor laughed. “They’re in color and have sound, so –”

Arthur tracked his thumb across his stubbled chin. “Ain’t that somethin’,” he replied a bit in awe.

Steven smiled, “Yeah well, you’ve been portrayed a couple times, I think.”

Amazed, Arthur responded, “Yer kiddin’.” The younger man just shook his head.

“Nope. The only ones I know of came out a long time ago, like the ‘40s or ‘50s. Maybe earlier.” The outlaw lightly laughed.

He looked slyly to Steven. “Were they, uh – were they handsome?” The corner of Arthur’s mouth ticked slightly up.

Steven barked out a quick laugh. “Oh yeah. They were.” He shot the other man another toothy smile. “Though, I’m beginning to think that they didn’t do you justice!”

Unfamiliar with such bald-faced compliments, Arthur bowed his head in an attempt to hide the shy smile forming on his face. Damn it all, he didn’t have his hat. He just swatted his hand and said, “Nah.”

Steven was apparently having none of that. “Trust me, Arthur. Even covered in dirt, you’re a tall drink of water on a hot day.” He let out a loud guffaw at the sight of the blush that crept up on Arthur’s face. “I’m just messin’ with ya.”

Arthur just shrugged and tried to conjure up what little was left of his mean outlaw persona. “Yeah, well –”

“Alright,” laughing again, Steven stepped past Arthur, clapping him on his shoulder. “I’m gonna go turn off the generator and stuff, and then we’ll figure out what to do.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

What in the hell was he going to do? Nick would kill him. No doubt about it. His future husband would whip out that Latin Fire and scorch him where he stood. Steven could see the inevitable conversation play out in his head. ‘Honey, I’ve brought home an outlaw from the 19th century. He’s going to be staying with us for a while. Oh, and he has a gun, and he could shoot us in our sleep and rob our corpses.’

“Jesus,” Steven said quietly to himself as he gathered the equipment around the worksite. His morbid train of thought was then interrupted by the shrill sound of his cellphone ringing. Grabbing the device from his back pocket, he looked at the screen.

Nick, the ID screamed at him. Steven stared at it a moment before answering.

“I swear I was just about to call you,” he started. He could hear the eye roll coming through the phone.

“Uh-huh. Why did you tell Jeremy to go home earlier?”

Shit. “Well, I uh –,” completely unsure with what to say and totally unfamiliar with lying to his partner, he explained the best he could. First though, “How did you know I sent Jeremy home?”

“You sounded weird when I spoke to you last, so I texted him. Stop trying to change the subject.”

Figures. He needed to teach the kid about worksite discretion. But right now, he had to get through this conversation. “Something did come up. Nick, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Nick responded in a concerned voice, “Steven, what is it? What happened?”

“Well – you see – I, uh, I’ve met someone else, and I’ve decided that we’re going to be together.” Steven paused a second, then added, “I’m leaving you.”

“Good lord, Steven. Be serious. I’m sitting here thinking you’re about to tell me you have cancer or something.”

“Oh, no. I’m healthy as a horse. I am leaving you, though.”

“Mi amor. Please. What’s going on?” Nick was sounding legitimately concerned now.

Steven sighed, “Look, I’ll tell you everything. This evening.” He added, “Just trust me. We’ll talk about it tonight after dinner, I promise.”

Giving a light chuckle, Nick reassured, “Okay, okay. I trust you. I wouldn’t be marrying you if I didn’t.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Steven turned and looked at Arthur across the clearing. The outlaw was sitting at the picnic table, arms folded. Suddenly remembering a part of their conversation from earlier, he looked again to his phone. Selecting a contact, he dialed Lauren Linklater’s number. She answered on the third ring.

“Linklater.”

“Hey, it’s Steven. You gotta minute?”

He could hear a distinct crunching noise. “I’m at lunch. What’s up?” Always succinct and to the point. Steven appreciated that right now.

“Well, I have a question about something. Completely hypothetical,” he started.

“Okay.” She waited for him to elucidate.

“Okay, so again, completely hypothetical –”

“Steven.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“I’ve got like ten minutes to eat before I have to go put my hands in some dude’s chest cavity –”

“Right. Yeah, sorry, so – say someone traveled through time from, I dunno, 1899 to our time. Would you be concerned about them getting deathly sick from something really simple, like a common cold? Would they be more susceptible?” Then he remembered, “Oh, and what if they had tuberculosis before they – you know, time-traveled?”

Steven figured she might be chewing her lunch, when it took a moment for her to answer.

“Is this a part of your weird cave art or something?” She asked.

“Rock carvings,” he corrected. “Well, kinda. I mean, yes. It is.” He explained, “I’m asking you because it’s a little bit outside my purview.”

“Okay, well, it’s a little bit outside of mine, too. This would be a great question for, I dunno, an epidemiologist or – heh, Doc Brown. I’m a general surgeon.”

Steve sighed, “Right. I just needed a quick opinion, so –”

“I just don’t want to give you incorrect information, especially for your job, ya know? If this is off the record, or whatever, I can try to resurrect some of the ole braincells from med school.”

He laughed, “Yes, if you could do that, I’d appreciate it.”

“Okay, so I probably wouldn’t be too concerned about this hypothetical person getting a modern day cold. Our immune systems are pretty badass, and it’s been that way for a long time. I’d be more concerned about a modern-day person going back, like, five hundred years, I guess. Still, I would maybe want to do a blood test and a cheek swab to make sure they’re not bringing small pox or something with ‘em. You say this hypothetical dude had TB?”

“Yeah, but afterwards, he didn’t have any signs of still being sick. And before, he was near death, like minutes or hours away.”

“Okay, well, they’d probably need to get checked out anyways. TB is highly treatable with antibiotics these days, so not much to worry about. If this dude wasn’t showing any signs of illness, chances are he didn’t bring it with him.” She then began to laugh.

“What?” Steven asked.

“Nothing, just – we’re talking about it like it exists. I dunno, just thought that was funny.”

“Yeah,” he breathed a laugh. He heard her begin chewing again.

“Steven.”

“What?”

He could hear the smile in her voice, “Did you find a diseased time-traveler?”

“Very funny,” Steven muttered sarcastically. “I’ll let you get back to your lunch, and your – chest cavity.”

Lauren laughed, “Okay, let me know how your project goes.”

“Will do.”

Hanging up, Steven sighed. Thinking about where in the hell he could stash a time-traveling cowboy, he walked back over to Arthur. The outlaw was hunched over the picnic table, staring intently at his hands. He looked up when Steven’s boots entered his field of vision.

“Well, we gotta head out pretty soon before traffic gets too bad.” He glanced in the direction of his car beyond the wall of pine trees.

Arthur frowned, “Traffic?”

Steven nodded, “Yup. You know, lots of vehicles, people.”

“Yeah, I know what traffic is. Jus’ wonderin’ if we’ll be goin’ through a city?” He clarified.

Motioning for Arthur to follow him, Steven elaborated, “Yeah, but not for a while. It’s pretty crazy, but it’s not just the cities that hold most people now. There are a shit ton of people in the boonies, too.” Judging by his expression, Arthur didn’t seem to like that little tidbit. Steven pointed to a couple of small crates, “Mind helping me carry these?”

Arthur moved to pick up one of the containers, “Naw, ‘course not.” Both men began walking along a path surrounded by trees leading out to the parking lot. Steven let out a loud laugh at Arthur’s face when they reached his silver Ford truck.

They sat down the crates as Arthur took a moment to absorb the vehicle in front of him.

Steven, thinking of the Bon Jovi song, tried his best to explain. “It’s like, uh, a steel horse. Ya know – “

Arthur just looked to him with a sardonic face, “I know whatta automobile is.”

Steven nodded, “Oh, right.”

“They’re just, ah – a li’l different than I remember ‘em.” Walking around the perimeter of Steven’s car, Arthur seemed to observe every little detail. Almost like an artist would a subject, he thought vaguely.

“Yeah, well.” Steven kicked a rock at his foot. “Wait ‘till you get inside.”

“Huh,” the cowboy huffed. Coming to stand beside Steven, he looked to the younger man. Placing his hands on his hips, Arthur pondered, “Just how would one go ‘bout doin’ that?”

Steven huffed out a laugh, “We’ll get to that, but first, we need to, uh – talk about your, uh, gun.”

“You ain’t takin’ my gun, Doc.”

“Steven, and it’s just –”, Steven took a step forward. Arthur’s hand went to his pistol grip, as if preparing to draw, and Steven shot his hands up in surrender. “Woah, I’m – I’m not going to take your gun, well – not for what you think. Can you just please take your hand off the gun? Please, don’t shoot me.”

Arthur acquiesced by removing his hand and briefly raising it palm forward in the air.

“Look, I’m not trying to take your gun, at least not for why you’re thinking. It’s just – times have changed. You can’t just walk around strapped like Jesse James.” Arthur quirked a dark brow. “I mean, this is Texas, but still. Cops can have itchy trigger fingers ‘round here.”

“Ain’t that all the more reason I should keep my gun?” Arthur’s deep voice drawled.

“No! Absolutely not!” Steven laughed incredulously. “I mean, that may seem logical to you, I guess, but trust me when I say you do not want to go shooting cops. ‘Law and order’ is – well, it’s just not the same as it used to be.”

Arthur looked pensive for a moment as he stared at Steven, as if to determine if the younger man was being truthful. Finally, his hands went to the buckle of his gun belt to loosen it. “You ain’t gonna make me regret this, are ya?”

Steven exhaled a nervous laugh, “What? No, no. I mean, you have more of a chance of being, I dunno, sucked up by a tornado than you have of being shot at between here and where we’re going.”

“Uh-huh, and jus’ where are we goin’?”

“Well, that’s TBD.” At Arthur’s confused expression, Steven quickly amended, “To be determined.”

“A’right,” the cowboy waved a hand in the air. “Let’s get a move on then.”

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After placing the crates inside of the bed and Arthur’s gun belt under the backseat, the men climbed into the monstrosity of an automobile. Steven had shown Arthur how to open the door and put on a seatbelt, but it seemed easy enough. Sitting in the interior of this modern-day work horse, he luxuriated in the leather seat. He ran his fingers along the armrest, the treated leather feeling like smooth silk against his calloused hands. Looking up, his antiquated mind tried to conjure up why a person would need all these knobs and dials. What was their purpose? Steven settled into the seat beside him.

“You ready?”

“I gotta choice?”

Steven quirked a brow, “Not really.”

“Well then. There’s yer answer.”

And with that, the young doctor turned on the beast beneath them. Arthur did not expect the burst of noise that felt as if it hit him physically. Steven reached for the dials in front of them and quickly apologized.

“Oh god, sorry! I forgot I had the radio on, I’m so sorry,” he said quickly.

“Good god, man. How do you still have yer hearin’?” Arthur questioned, absolutely astonished.

“Yeah, that was loud. It keeps me going on a long drive.” He laughed, “I’m so sorry.”

Arthur just shook his head, “What in the hell was that?”

“Uh, music. Metallica, I think.”

The outlaw stared at Steven like he’d grown two heads, “Music? What the hell kinda music is that?” He shook his head. “Sounded like a thousand cats dyin’.”

Steven shrugged, “I think they’d like that comparison.”

The doctor tinkered with some levers and such around the wheel, and suddenly they were moving. Exiting the area, they pulled out onto the road. Despite the anxiety Arthur felt at the fast movement, he decided it wasn’t too terrible. That is until the speed caused his world to tilt.

Steven was chatting away about where they were going and what they would do when they got there, when Arthur began to feel utterly nauseated. Mesmerized by the white lines in the middle of the road as they moved past so quickly that they turned into one blur, his vision doubled, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. If Steven noticed, he didn’t say anything, so preoccupied as he was.

“I mean, we have a pullout couch. But our place is tiny. We’d be like sardines in a can. You had those in your time –”

“Doc.”

“– right? Of course, you did. Well, we’d be like sardines. It’d be uncomfortable. I’d ask –”

“Doc.”

“– Lauren, but she’s a doctor. She’s always working. It’s not like –”

“Pull over.”

“– I can leave you alone. Holy shit, I know who –”

Arthur finally raised his voice, “Steven!

Confused, Steven replied, “What?”

Looking at the other man, Arthur gritted lowly, “Stop this damn contraption ‘fore I vomit all o’er this nice leather.” Finally understanding, Steven pulled to the side of the road. As Arthur went to hop down from the vehicle, something jerked him back into place. Before the outlaw could grab his knife, Steven calmly reached over and unbuckled the belt. Murmuring a quick ‘thanks’, Arthur hauled himself out of the truck and into the field. A loud horn from another passing vehicle would have scared him out of his boots, if he hadn’t been so overcome with nausea.

Steven yelled a sarcastic, “Ok, thank you!” before saying to himself, “Asshole.”

Wiping his mouth, Arthur turned and walked back to the truck. Once they were both inside, Steven looked at him.

“You okay?” He asked, concerned. Arthur just nodded. Steven continued, “I didn’t even think about you getting motion sickness. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“S’alright,” Arthur said quietly.

The doctor handed him a bright pink pill of some sort and what looked like a clear canteen.

“It’ll help with the dizziness. Plus, it might even help you get some rest. We got a couple hours drive before we reach the city.” Arthur took it without question, washing it back with the warm water as Steven pulled the truck back onto the road.

He questioned, “City?”

“Yeah. Blackwater.”

Unable to help it, Arthur felt his blood run cold. Knowing that his bounty was long gone was not enough to keep his anxiety from spiking. Arthur did not say anything. This man knew his name, did he know his sins? Would he still be so generous and willing to take him in, knowing the blackness of the outlaw’s heart?

Steven briefly glanced his way. “I have an idea about where you can stay. I have to call her, but I know she’ll be okay with it.” He looked back at Arthur. “I think you’ll like her.”

Arthur just nodded, feeling the effect of the medicine begin to take hold. Eyelids turning heavy, he shifted until his head lulled forward. Exhaustion catching up with him, he surrendered to Morpheus in a dreamless sleep.

#Red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan x oc #Arthur x oc #the year of magical thinking #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 fic #arthur morgan

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Eurovision 2010s: 85 - 81

85. Norma John - “Blackbird” Finland 2017

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[2017 Review here]

What a beautiful gothic swansong. ❤ Man, I don’t even need to tell you how robbed “Blackbird” really was. The song is (Edgar Allan) Poetry come to life. Leena delivers a gorgeous, haunting, ethereal voice that sends leaves me stunned in silence. It’s not my type of Eurovision song, at all, but it’s one of the best in its genre.

Of course, what bloats Norma John’s ranking even further is that they are also ROBBED NQ ANGELS. I have already liberally spoken about the baffling decisions made by the 2017 SF1 juries, but Jesus-fucking-Christ on a bike: Tamara = musical torture + a *FAILED* a cape throw: 62 points!!! Martina = endless jazz tedium + hideous yellow & purple lights: 81 points!!! Norma John = a time-transcending loss ballad + perfect vocal delivery: ...41 points??? . . . The ubiquitous bullying of Finland in the Eurovision Song Contest DISGUSTS ME and I’ll continue opposing it by giving their entries the spotlight they DESERVE! 🤗

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84. Molly Sterling - “Playing with numbers” Ireland 2015

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Yet another robbed NQ angel. 😭 The one time I love an Irish entry and it gets christerigged out of the finales. LeSigh. “Playing with numbers” holds a special place in my heart because it’s the 1 ~great~ Irish entry we’re getting every decade. Seriously, I... should totally keep my anti-Ireland rants for the addendum since this update is Ireland’s funeral, but honestly, is “THEY FUCKING SUCK!!!” really that much of a spoiler? Seven victories my ass. 🙄

Anyway, back to Molly. It’s a similar deal to Joan Franka and Norma John to me: “Playing with numbers” feels like a genuine song by an earnest singer, telling a real story, and I’m INVESTED in their life, happiness and success.

However, two more things set “Playing with numbers” apart for me. One, Molly is an INTROVERTED INDIE GIRL 😍, which is one of my favourite Eurovision tropes (e.g.: Ieva, Blanche, Michela, Tinkara, Francesca, all of whom are still alive in this ranking). Two, Molly takes the pleasant-sounding but otherwise insipid sentimentality often found in Irish entries and turns it into a fresh, root-worthy experience. Which is impressive considering how generally indifferent I am to the Irish sound. And now for the seamless transition into this:

Was this Ireland’s worst decade? I am not sure, actually. Ireland is one of my least favourite eurovision countries in general, but the worst Irish decade between the 2000s and this one. The 2000s had a higher high (”ET CETERA” 😍), but also three of the worst entries of ALL TIME (Millennium of Love, Dervish and D*st*n th* T*rk*y), so they were probably worse. Regardless, with 80% of the entries being bad or boring, Ireland is EASILY my least favourite country in this decade (though in my ranking they mathematically outrank Croatia, proving once and for all that maths is a total waste of time [in rankings]). With their tendency to qualify in mostly weak years (2013 excepted), Europe tends to agree. Hopefully they can capitalize on the KEiiNO craze by sending an ethnobanger in 2020, but watch them try to flimsily copy “Proud” and flop. 🙄

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83. Luca Hänni - “She got me” Switzerland 2019

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After Eleni had set the world ~en fuego~ last year, the least one could expect was a slew of trashy reggaetons that paid tribute at her altar to slayage. Of the many pretenders, Luca was by far the most faithful adaptation. “She got me” is literally (literally literally) genderswapped “Fuego”. 😍

However, because there already was a precendent for me to like here, I found it generally easier to get into Luca than Eleni. Fortunately, I also managed to appreciate Luca for Luca. I expected him to be a meatheaded oaf and was ready to roll my eyes at his fukboi’esque stupidity. Thank fuck I was wrong, because, a of all the dumb jock of the year was in fact Chingiz (again, this man celebrates via flexing) and b of all Luca proved himself a hyperactive bromosexual spazz with NO attention span whatsoever. 😍 OBSERVE his hilariously clunky ~DiRtYdAnCinN~

Luca also provided the #1 Interview Moment of 2019 (not featuring Godper Santl), which was this hilariously awkward exchange with an Icelandic reporter on Hatari’s payroll who asks him whether his song is about the oppression of women (0:76), after which Luca SUDDENLY has to “go to the toilet” (aka ask permission)

Later, the same reporter then calls his song a Hegelian dialectic (02:24) and Luca’s reaction can only be described as ‘experiencing a human bluescreen of death’, after which he’s swiftly whisked away by a handler. 😍

and the Swiss HoD has to step in (Actual quote: “It’s the accent, he cannot understand you right” 😍) and take over and it turns into deepest discussion about feminism. 😍 while Luca obliviously spazzes out in the background as his memory chip is updated <3

All of this was more than enough to endear me to Luca AND pull “She got me” into the Love zone, exactly like Eleni did a year ago. However, when you have to rate a great entry that borrows everything from another great entry...

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82. Eleni Foureira - “Fuego” Cyprus 2018

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[2018 Review here]

...it is important to remember that the original is always better. And yes, Eleni and Luca are just two sides of the same genderflipped coin and you won’t convince me otherwise:

Both are infectuous reggaetons with a playfully flirtatious undertone, Both are trashfests with hilarious lyrics (”When she go low / She go solo” is the new “You got my pelican fly-fly-flying”) Both feature even more hilarious attempts at “singing” Both were the poulains of Sacha Jean-Baptiste, carried into top five because they’re ~worth it~ [/l’oréal] Both convinced jurors of their worth, despite being (g)utter trash.😍🤭

However, I prefer Eleni for several reasons. Firstly, yes she is the original ~mediterrenean trashpop diva~ entry and none of the copycats improved on her formula (well, Michela did but “Chameleon” has outgrown its “Fuego Clone” label, more on that when I get to her in a few updates).

Secondly, um, Eleni is a f’cking goddess?

What a hair-flippingly gracious force of FIERCE. 😍 I’m glad she got to return this year for the epic Song Switch interval act: Spamming gifs here since I am currently out of embedding credit:

What a star. I am BALD and STRAIGHT!! Her rank is limited by the fact that I still am not ~Fully In Love~ with her song, but more than anything Eleni proved herself as an indisputed performance queen and I cannot wait to see her cameos in the future editions yet to come.

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81. The Common Linnets - “Calm after the storm” The Netherlands 2014

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Lmao I forgot it took like 46 seconds to get to the song because of Basim’s giant banner <3

Anyway, Common Linnets, Common Linnets :snaps fingers: 🤔 what is there to write that hasn’t been said or written many times, by people more passionate about them than I am? Well, I love that Ilse and Waylon rolled with an authentic country song instead of the baseborn country pop the Netherlands is famous for. (Check this Walzing Matilda sound-a-like out, courtesy of ms. DeLange). The Linnets have stellar chemistry, especially for two people who can’t stand each other irl:

The act is a cinematic masterpiece, framed beautifully by Hans Pancake’s critically acclaimed motion-picture-like style. It transforms “Calm after the storm” into an oasis of tranquility, which still holds up to this very day.

So, overall, I would say “Calm after the storm” is a pretty great entry. It’s a well-composed song, lacking in campness, avoiding incompetence, not requiring mind-blowing artistry or loud-as-fuck circus gimmicks to reach it’s full potential. It is competent and well-produced. The perfect entry for anyone who watches Eurovision for the music.

However, um... I am not one those people. I love trashy pseudo-ethnic schlager bangers.I love underappreciated indie darling. I love the staging circus of Eurovision. I love personality quirks and unprofessionalism. I LOVE shit like Gasper Santl calling out bad journalism in front of the assembled press or Al Bano walking on the 76 stage and INSTANTLY forgetting his lyrics. Eurovision is made perfect by its imperfections.

So for ~me personally~ "Calm after the storm” doesn’t offer me enough, and we’re close to entering the endgame of this ranking. You need to step up your game, because at this point, having a great song will no longer be good enough to avoid the cut.

#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Netherlands #Cyprus #Switzerland #Ireland #Finland #Norma John #Blackbird #Molly Stirling #Playing with numbers #Luca Hänni #she gotta have it #Eleni Foureira #Fuego #Common Linnets #Ilse Delange #waylon smithers #Calm after the storm

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Oscurità, amore mio | II

I found my new title!

Previously known as Dalle Ceneri, this story is now titled Oscurità, amore mio which means “Darkness, my love” in Italian. Sooooo many hugs and thanks goes out to my dearest friend and inspiration @sssuperbartola! She’s been immensely helpful with writing this story and I couldn’t do it without her, or @sesshsbae! Thanks you two! <3

Read on AO3.

Dark eyes wide with a something akin to warried shock, Kagome took in the figure standing before her in all his muscled glory, his eyes the color of burnished amber, skin lightly tanned, and his mouth stretched into a wicked grin that did indeed reveal fangs, however they were smaller and definitely not that of the bloodsucker variety.

Kagome opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “You’re not—”

“Nope,” he said, crossing his arms.

“But you can—”

“Yep.”

She shook her head, utterly confused and yet at the same time—

No. No, she was just confused. She was not impressed. She wasn’t. She wasn’t.

“I don’t under—h-how—”

He sighed, as if deeply troubled, though from what Kagome was getting from his emotional grid, he was more amused than anything. The bastard. “That’s a bit of along story, I’m afraid,” he confessed and then glanced somewhere behind her before cocking a brow. “One, by the looks of it, that you don’t really have the time for.”

She frowned at him and turned around to follow his gaze. “What—son of a bitch!”

Trying and failing to blend in with the gyrating and swaying bodies on the dance floor, the vampire her boss had sent her to eliminate was attempting to make his getaway. If Kagome hadn’t been absolutely certain he was her target, the intense panic that slammed into her when he caught her staring at him instantly gave him away and after that he abandoned all pretenses of stealth and made a mad dash for the exit, shoving humans out of his way and ignoring the indignant shrieks of protest.

Forgetting about the white-haired vampire-but-not, Kagome immediately took off after him, managing to slip between the sea of people more effectively than he had and was out the door in record time. The cold air made her skin pebble but she ignored it as she hiked up her leather skirt and retrieved her Sig, double palming it as she edged along the wall of the pub and peered into the dark alley beside it.

She didn’t see anything, but that meant nothing. Vampires were adapt that concealing their presence, but Kagome knew what to look for, dark eyes skittering around and searching for signs of his hasty escape, mentally reaching out and attempting to glean his location from the faint trail of panic she could still sense.

Cautiously she stepped into the dark ally and inched further down the narrow strip of pavement, taking note of the trash cans, a dumpster and various boxes lined up along the parallel walls of the buildings. The sliver of moonlight helped her see, but it was still dark enough where she had to squint to make out the shape leaning against the dumpster. She kept her gun pointed at it as she stepped closer, but huffed in irritation when it turned out to be a pile of garbage bags.

Scowling, the dark-haired assassin lowered her weapon and thrust a hand through her hair in frustration, cocking a hip and chewing on her bottom lip in contemplation. She knew he wouldn’t have gone very far; she had extensive and accurate knowledge that this particular bloodsucker got his meals in pubs such as the one she just left, and it was the only one open around here for miles. She was positive he would be back; underlying the panic she’d felt as he’d fled had been a gnawing hunger that had been ignored for one day too long and he was weaker than usual as a result, so traveling very far in his condition was unlikely. Right now he was most likely biding his time and waiting until she gave up the chase before returning.

She inwardly snorted. Yeah, fat chance. She’d waited a whole month once before taking down her target; a few hours were nothing.

Grumbling in annoyance, but knowing there wasn’t much she could do at the moment, Kagome holstered her Sig, turned around—and jumped.

“Jesus—what the fuck!”

A fang-bearing grin. “Flattery will get you everywhere, mia bella fenice.”

Ignoring that rather egotistical remark, Kagome’s lips tightened as her hand flew to her left hip. “You have no right,” she hissed and had the fleeting thought to go for her gun, but immediately dismissed it. He was far too close and ten times faster than she; he’d be on her before she could even draw it.

“You gave me the right when you purposely attracted me with that god-awful travesty of a song,” he returned smoothly, giving a careless shrug and Kagome wanted to punch him because she couldn’t even refute that. “I’m certain Tallon rooted around in there as well and found more than he bargained for, which explains his hasty retreat.”

“Tallon?”

He stared at her. “Your target?”

Kagome balked. “You know him?”

He gave another careless shrug. “No, but I’ve seen him around. He frequents this pub.”

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Only someone who also frequents a pub would say that.”

“I like their breadsticks,” he said blandly by way of explanation, his expression blank.

A vampire that liked breadsticks. Oh good lord she should’ve had a drink when she had the chance.

“I’m not a vampire,” he casually reminded her but Kagome didn’t believe it. Vamps were the only creatures that had the ability to mind read.

Crossing her arms, Kagome quirked a brow at him and asked, voice heavy with skepticism, “Really. Then what are you?”

He smiled at her, catching her off guard and she resisted the urge to inch away. The smile was pleasant enough, but there was an underlying hint that said danger and it made her uneasy.

“I already told you, bella fenice,” he said and his golden eyes grew hooded even as he continued to smile at her. “It’s a long story.”

“Stop calling me that,” she snapped, eyes the color of dark chocolate glaring at him with a veiled fire that threatened to burn him to the bone if he continued to provoke her.

He tilted his head, all innocence, and Kagome barely kept herself from snorting. Vampires were anything but innocent. “It suits you,” he said, racking his gaze down her body and she shuddered despite herself. His grin told her he’d noticed. “You are fiery. Passionate. I felt that a name like ‘phoenix’ would be quite flattering. You don’t like it?”

Kagome glared at him and felt her cheeks heat despite herself.

His grin widened. “Would you prefer something else? Perhaps piccolo gattina? Dolce angelo? Or maybe something more along the lines of bella bonazza.”

She had no idea what that last one meant, but it didn’t matter because going by the way those molten eyes crinkled at the corners and the deep chuckle that reverberated in his chest, it wasn’t an improvement. With every ridiculous name he rattled off Kagome’s jaw clenched even tighter and her hand suddenly itched, wanting to feel the reassuring steel of her gun against her palm while she popped a few silver bullets into the fucker’s forehead.

When still she didn’t answer him, he raised his eyebrows and the smile he gave her that time was downright lethal. “No? Then how about—”

She snapped and spat harshly without thinking, “Kagome! My name is Kagome, you goddamn—”

Kagome froze and the color abruptly drained from her face as her eyes went very large. Her heart beat erratically in her chest as the sense of what she’d just inadvertently done came crashing down upon her and she stumbled backwards as if the realization was an invisible force. Horror and dread roiled through her so strongly she felt sick and she swallowed compulsively as bile rose in her throat, her stomach rolling uncomfortably, her blood turning to ice in her veins, leeching the warmth from her skin and causing her to shiver almost uncontrollably.

The coldness she felt, however, was nothing compared to the deadly chilling smile he gave her then that was at complete odds with the searing heat in those molten amber eyes.

“Ka-go-me,” he purred, sealing her fate, and then he moved so fast Kagome didn’t even register it until her head was suddenly yanked back and two sharp points pressed against the soft flesh where her jaw met her neck. She jerked, but the steel arm around her waist prevented her from escaping and she bit down hard on her lip to stifle the whimper when a hot tongue lashed against her skin.

“You—you tricked me,” she gasped breathlessly, pushing against his chest, hating how her traitorous body reacted to his closeness. Gone now was the previous chill that had blanketed her body after she’d made her foolish mistake and in its place was a raging heat that roared through her with the intensity of a thunderstorm. Her nipples tightened, her muscles clenched in need, and warmth pooled between her legs—all instinctive reactions because she’d foolishly forgotten herself in her anger and irrevocably bound them together tighter than any contract ever could.

All because she’d willingly given a vampire her name and everyone knew that to do so was as good as signing your own death warrant because your life was no longer your own.

“No, mia bella fenice,” he growled against her neck and he heard her breath hitch in her throat. “I didn’t. You gave me your name willingly, and now...” He dragged his fangs along the slender column of her throat, brushing his lips against her thundering pulse and pressing a tender, whisper-soft kiss against the wildly fluttering skin.

Then his grip tightened, a savage growl erupted from his throat, and he snarled, “Now, Kagome, you’re mine.”

He struck and Kagome screamed.

*cackles gleefully* God this is so fun.

Piccolo gattina - little kitten Dolce angelo - sweet angel Bella bonazza - loosely translated “hot stuff.”

Originally I wanted Inuyasha to call her “sugar lips hot tits” but there’s really nothing that translates to those direct words lmao

I | II | III

#Oscurità amore mio #ii #inuyasha #kagome #inukag #supernatural au #fanfiction #keizfanfiction #iM HAVING SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA LKAJFKLAJHDF;F

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Slip ~ Jacob (part 4)(final)

A/n: ahhhh yes here we go the ending! Whoo! I’m just going to keep doing twilight if y’all don’t request. I have a TRUCK LOAD lined up too lmao

Word Count: 4367

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Slip, slip, slip through your hands. Oh, it's gonna slip, slip, slip through your- slip, slip, slip through your hands.

I was nervous.

Right before this end battle with the newborns, it had finally been revealed that Jacob hadn't actually imprinted on me. Sam was FURIOUS, and no amount of me trying to intervene could get anyone to calm down. It didn't matter that I was human- Sam especially was very willing to tear through me to get to Jacob. I even got to finally see Paul's scary side.

Right before all shit hit the fan, Everyone was pissed at Jake, and I was worried. I was worried their anger would distract them. Drive a rift between them. Right when they needed to be unified the most, coming together to keep each other safe and having each other’s back, this had happened. It had been last night that started the fallout. We had been together, trying to keep our voices down as he snuck in my room but struggling because it was late and we were both tired, and even Jake with his boosted coordination ability kept bumping into things. We ended up curling together in my bed, whispering about the most random things had he played with my hair, and I traced random patterns against the skin of his bare chest. Finally, he whispered, “I don’t know if, like, I’ll imprint on anyone,” he whispered. “But I don’t want to, and I don’t care. You know? Like I love you so much, and I feel like I’m even luckier that we got to have this natural kind of love and not have anything forced on us. Like we get to make our own choices, you know?”

My smile had been sweet. “I love you too.” He had kissed me, and it was a perfect kiss, and I loved it and him and ugh- what a perfect moment! When he left, even later than when he had come, I whispered, “At least we know that we chose this. WE made this work.” He kissed me again and disappeared into the night, shifting and running into the night to head home. He had wanted a few more moments to see me before the big style today because he had to go up the mountain with Bella and Edward and if anything happened - though I was viciously refusing to accept the idea of even a maybe - he wanted to say he loved me. When I had come to Emily’s house this morning, they told me that Jake’s mind had been our night together and everyone knew that he hadn’t imprinted, my good feelings and nervousness gave way to pure terror. They came back one last time as a pack to drop off Kim, and when they saw me, there were snarls and scoffs asking why I was here, and Jake had to all but put himself between his pack and me - and then when it got too rough I would have to reverse the roles - but only the actual imprints could get them to calm down. Once Sam was calm, he forced everyone else to back up since I was in harm’s way and I wasn’t moving.

And now they were gone, and I was in the backyard, pacing and wringing my wrists and trying not to have a panic attack as the genuine fear of the maybe I had been avoiding slipped into my head. Emily finally came out, her eyes heavy with worry. Probably for the boys and me alike. “Y/n, please come inside.” I looked at her but didn’t stop moving. “You can pace inside, I just don’t want you outside. Please? You’re worried, and I don’t want you to do something... irrational.”

My pacing stopped. “It’ll be my fault if he dies.” I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at my roots. My face twisted up as Emily approached me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and guiding me inside. “It’ll be both of our faults, but I’ll have to live with it. We- We knew they would have to find out eventually, but couldn’t it have been just a few days later?”

Emily sat me down on one of the couches. “Y/n, it is NOT your fault if anything happens. It’s not either of your faults. If those boys slip up and don’t have Jake’s back, it is their own fault, because you know that even though they threatened to go through you to get to him and we're getting seriously close to making that a reality, he’ll still have theirs. And maybe he didn’t imprint, but he does love you. And you love him, I can see it clear as day.”

Looking up, eyes watering, I met her eyes. “Emily... I’m scared. Not just for Jake, for all of them. This was such bad timing.”

She sighed. “I know.” Her eyes closed for a second and her face flickered with fear and pain, but then she cleared it to put back on that face of strength and calm. It was refreshing to see her not always be strong, though. A relief, to know it wasn’t just me that was completely losing my shit. “We all are,” she added. “But it’ll be-“

Before she could even finish the calming idea, the front door flew open and Quil stumbled in, eyes wide with guilt and fear. “Jake got hurt.”

I was frozen for a second too long, unable to deal with the sudden pain that at first slowly moved through my body and then suddenly flared. I stood, running to him. “Take me to him.” Quil seemed surprised by my earnest and moved back, obeying my authority even though he didn’t have to. Did these think I didn’t love Jake? Did they for a second believe that I didn’t care just as much as they did or an imprint would merely because we were magically connected by some force that wasn’t our own choice? Our own decision was stronger than that. No offense to those who had imprinted, but I think that the time and energy we took to fight for each other and the free choice we had to challenge what we were told and make our own path might be an even stronger bond than that of an imprint and imprinted. I didn’t voice this, though, as I drove us to Jake’s house, pushing the limit a little too much.

I raced into the house the second the car was parked, not even thinking to turn it off or grab the keys - thank you Quil for understanding my panic and doing it for me - before I was barging inside and shoving my way aggressively through the pack boys to get to Jake’s room.

Sam caught my arm. “Why are you here?”

Facing him with my full anger, unable to hold anything back in my panic, I seethed, “Wouldn’t Emily be here if it was you? Because she loves you? Not because she’s your imprint and HAS to be here, but because she LOVES YOU?” Sam let go of my arm in shock. “Same as I love Jake? Same as he loves me? Or is it only when you imprint that you can be in actual, real, adult, long term LOVE, Sam?” The room went dead silent and my fiery gaze met each of the boy’s, the trapped tears blurring my vision. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” I said finally, my voice calmer now that I’d gotten my anger out and shaky as my emotions hit. Shaking it. Cracking it. Breaking it. “I have to make sure my boyfriend isn’t dead.” I moved around Paul who had been blocking my way before but was just as frozen in shock as the others now, going into Jake’s room quietly and softly.

Carlisle Cullen sat on a chair, bent over Jake. “Hi,” I greeted softly, my heart racing as I pushed myself into the room further by not all of the way. “I... I was wondering if I could just- I’ll keep quiet.”

Carlisle was much warmer and softer than I had seen since the night before from Jake, which was ironic considering how literally much colder he was than everyone else I had interacted with thus far. “Come in,” he affirmed, getting out of the chair. “You can sit on this. I don’t need it.” I nodded and took the seat moving it towards Jake’s head and taking his hand. He breathed shallowly and had his eyes closed. I didn’t want to move him so I bent over, pressing my lips against his knuckles. “Did you know that Jasper and Alice aren’t True Mates?” I looked at him. “That’s the equivalent of an imprint for the wolves. Vampires have True Mates.” He got to work, feeling around Jacob’s chest- the boy had probably gotten his ribs broken. “At first we were all weird about it, because after all, Esme was my True Mate and Emmet’s was Rosalee’s, which is why we turned them when they were dying. Alice found Jasper, both of them turned by someone other than me. They found each other I dare say.” He finally looked at me, smiling. “I don’t know what those boys out there think, but I know that without any kind of supernatural guidance, the love you and Jacob have for each other is very real.”

I smiled. “You know they can hear you, right?”

He looked back at Jake and I swore that his fatherly, warm smile turned into the cockiest smirk I’d ever seen on someone’s face. “I know.” Okay, I officially liked ONE vampire. The others were chill but Carlisle was my friend. As if he could sense my thought, he looked over and winked and I chuckled, the tension in the room lifting instantly. “He’ll be fine by the way,” Carlisle reassured. “Just got a few of his ribs broken. I nodded, but the words took all of the energy out of me. Being so angry and panicked had completely drained me, leaving me with absolutely nothing else to keep me running and awake. My eyelids drooped and I smiled at Jake. My boyfriend. I hadn’t used the official title yet. It was kinda nice...

When I lay my head on the bed next to Jake’s to relax, not even a second passed before I fell right to sleep.

Oh, it's gonna slip, slip, slip through your- slip, slip, slip through your hands. Oh, it's gonna slip, slip, slip through your... slip, slip, slip through your hands...

It started with Carlisle, but I’m assuming most things did.

Next, it was actually Edward, to my surprise. At the wedding, I found myself interacting with Edward a lot more than I thought I would. Jake and Bella kept cracking jokes and teasing each other and insulting people quietly in a corner in a joking way and Edward and I sat back as he whispered in my ear what they were saying, making us laugh just as they did. It seemed after the little moment between us in the woods what seemed forever ago, we’d exchanged smiles or said hello and just in general exchanged a lot of pleasantries. Carlisle may have been the first Cullen I considered a friend, but Edward was a close second. “It’ just a shame I’m already dating Jacob, and you’re already with Bella,” I remarked. “We could have had SO much fun trying to set each other up!”

Already being in cue with what I was thinking - stupid mind reader - he laughed, nodding. “I do not at all doubt that. I may read minds, but you have a way with people that is genuinely astonishing.” We laughed again, going on a full conversational tangent about the trouble we could have gotten into if we had been friends sooner. And, boy, did I wish that we had had that chance...

Alice came over, but I was already so at ease with the idea of being friends with the Cullens that she slipped right in. The banter between her and Edward cracked me up. “You look absolutely lovely by the way,” she remarked as they calmed down.

Beaming and blushing, I subconsciously ran my hands against the soft material of the dress I wore. “Jake showed up at my house in a dress shirt and slacks, and I laughed because I knew he was never a suit kinda guy. Made me tie his tie for him.” I rolled my eyes. “He had we looked perfect though, with my simple dress and his lack of a suit jacket that Bella had complained about nonstop. I thought it fitted though.” I flinched as I realized I’d gone on a rant instead of thanking her. “Thank you for noticing.”

Alice rose a perfect eyebrow. “So you’re going to be trouble just like Bella then.” I snorted, tapping my heels together. I was wearing flats and a long, black dress that had no pattern or anything that stood out except the strings on the back that crossed over my otherwise bare skin, closing into the skirt at my waist. My sleeves were long. Simple but pretty. I shrugged, my blush worsening as I fiddled with my fingers. “And you’re not getting any better by hanging out with a bunch of boys,” she teased, her eyes finding the wolf pack boys and then Jake with Bella, Carlisle with Esme, and then finally Edward.

“I’m hanging out with you right now,” I pointed out. “And Bella and I are pretty chill, actually.” Alice seemed unimpressed, which made me and Edward laugh again.

Jasper moved over a few moments later, just as I was debating on whether Alice and I would be friends or not, and stole third place with a simple comment. “You two look like you’re getting into trouble... may I join? I could always use a bit of fun.” He smiled, and Edward and I exchanged shit-eating grins.

“Hell yeah,” I affirmed. Alice rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. She left when Bella called her, and I let out a breath, relieved. “She’s trying to turn me into a girly girl, what do I do?”

“Resist,” Edward sighed hopelessly. “She won’t ever stop.”

When the dancing started, Jake and Edward switched places as they each came to ask their person to dance. Jake left a kiss on my cheek as he wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me toward the floor. We ended our night with our chests and foreheads pressed together, his arms around my waist and mine around his neck. “I love you,” I whispered.

He smiled. “I love you too.” He looked around the room. “And one day...” His eyes met mine and my insides warmed up and hummed even though he didn’t continue his decoration. He didn’t need to. I didn’t have to be Edward to know what he was thinking.

Things never really normalized with the pack. There was always a separation between me and them, especially now that they knew that Jacob had broken the Alpha’s rules and continued to push Sam’s control over him every day. When Jake snapped and went on his own after Bella came home, pregnant of all things, it got really bad. I was sitting outside with Jake when Seth came. “Hey.” He smiled at me and Jake exactly the same and I stayed quiet at their back and forth interactions. But when Jake accepted Seth and Seth sat on the other side of me, talking to me as if there had never been any kind of tension or awkwardness between us, I realized that not everyone in the pack felt the same Sam and the others did.

So now I had Edward, Jasper, and Seth. Hm, maybe Alice had a point with the being friend with only boys thing...

When Emmet became my next friend, I knew it was terrible.

I was pacing, unsure what to do with myself as everyone stressed about Bella and Jake withdrew from me to be an alpha and a worried best friend at the same time. I wasn’t mad, but on my own, my own stress settled and grew. Emmet offered to show me the tops of the trees. “It’s pretty cool,” he mused. His eyes met mine. “And everyone’s worried about you as the only normal human here.” I smiled weakly, and he grinned. “I figured, I’m antsy to do something too, and Bella’s seen the crazy things we can do, why not you?” So, in the middle of stress and anxiety and high pressures and Bella’s less possible death (still dooming, but the blood was helping with her not dying possibility), Emmett took me on a piggyback ride as he jumped from treetop to treetop of like a flying squirrel.

When Leah joined, I was the only person to get her to eat anything. I took two sandwiches outside as she kept watch, leaving Seth to keep the mood as light as sanely possible. “You can eat this,” I said, holding up one sandwich as I bit into the other. “Or I can eat them both and you can go hungry. Again.” There was a pause as she glared at me. “I made it myself. With my normal human hands.” There was only a slight pause before he gingerly took it out of my hand and bit into it after unwrapping it. I smiled. “Is it good?” She looked at me and then slowly nodded. The awkwardness broke and I wouldn’t say we were friends, but we were on good terms.

Leah was my second female friend made, alongside Bella. Bella, Leah, Seth, Edward, Emmet, and Jasper. What a weirdly fitting group I was accumulating.

All good feelings flew out of the window when the baby was born. A girl, apparently. So then Renesme. Maybe it should have been cheered as a new life came into the world... but with the new life also came the loss of Bella’s life. I knew the second Jacob ran out, tears streaming down his face. He rammed into me and had to catch me because I was human and he was not. But I held onto him once I was stabilized, holding him close to me and closing my own eyes tightly. Seth moved to Leah, their choosers brushing and their faces equally twisted with pain.

When Sam’s pack showed up, I had just gotten done convincing Jacob that killing Renesme was off the table and that after all we'd done, we couldn’t turn our backs and give up now. “She’s all we have left of Bella, and if she was here, you KNOW Bella would demand we protect her. It’s not her fault, Jake. It’s not her fault.”

“Go inside,” he told me slowly, pulling away from me as he wiped his face dry. “I need you safe as long as possible.” I nodded, moving inside to warn everyone that the wolf pack was here.

The Cullens, obviously already in the know as they moved around Rosalee, who held the baby, finally listened to me when Leah’s howl cut the rough the night, leaving me and Rose alone. “You have to give her to me,” I said. “They’ll hesitate before attacking if I’m holding her at the very least, and I can’t help out there. They need as many hands as they can get. They’ll die, Rose. And then so will Renesme.” My face twisted. “I love Bella so much. And I know she would want this baby safe. So, I want her safe too. I promise you she’s as safe with me as she is you.” Rose scanned my face and then nodded as another scream came out, handing me the baby and then disappearing with a whip of wind pushing against me. I tucked Renesme against me, bouncing her very softly as I soothed even though she wasn’t crying. It just felt like the right thing to do.

It was startling how... adult she looked. It looked wrong on a baby’s face. Like she understood me even though she couldn’t speak or know that there was a correlation between an object and the sound I made when I was referring to it.

My musing was cut short when Embry appeared int he room, shirtless but wearing short, his hands in the air and his eyes wide. I tensed, but he didn’t approach. “I’m not here to hurt her. I won’t even ask to hold her, you have no reason to trust me. I just want to see her. Is she... what’s she like?” There was a battle going on behind his eyes that was even stronger than the one raging outside. “I want to see if she’s worth fighting for.” Quil appeared in the shadows behind Embry. “We both do.” I pursed my lips and then nodded.

“You listen to everything I say though. Try and kill this baby and you will be taking me down in the process.” They both nodded, coming forth slowly. They moved in front of me, stilling when I said they were close enough. I moved my body so they could see her face. “No tricks,” I warned quietly. They were too busy looking at the baby, though.

“She looks so harmless,” Quil finally whispered. “And small.”

I shifted, and their eyes found mine. “She’s just a baby. Women die in childbirth all the time. This isn’t different just because it’s supernatural involved.”

Embry smiled a bit. “Just like how your love with Jake is just as real and as strong as the imprint bond.” He wasn’t mocking or teasing or rolling his eyes. He was letting me know he agreed. My eyes watered and I nodded, smiling more shakily and softer than I ever had in my life. “We won’t let him get hurt, Y/n.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll be right back.” Quil nodded, wearing the same smile Embry was, and then they both left. It was an amazing relief to know that there were two more on our side and two less on Sam’s. And I hoped with all of my power that they would all come home safe. I can’t imagine how much pain it would cause Emily and Kim, who had been so caring and nice to me. How much it would cause so much pain to so many people I cared about...

When the battle ended, Leah had a broken leg, Seth was out cold, and Emmett was missing an arm. Fun fact that I didn’t want to know though: Apparently, all you have to do with vampires is wait for the pieces to come together again and they’re excellent! That’s why you rip them apart and then burn the parts. I made them do it in another room.

Sam’s pack was all either out cold or tied up and so thanked the heavens that no one was dead. Paul had a broken nose, and several of the wolves had broken legs or ribs or arms, but they were all alive.

I showed Renesme to them one by one, explaining all I had experienced and using all the reasoning I had on Jake and Embry and Quil, covering again and again why everyone should NOT kill this child. A new wolf whose name I didn’t know was the only one I convinced. We kept them tied up, and the baby guarded until Bella’s healing process occurred. Turns out she’s not dead. I had never cried harder in stronger relief than I did when I heard the news, having to give Renesme to Rose so I could cling to Jake, shaking violently as sobs shook me to my core.

When Bella woke up, she took her child and approached the wolves who were still tied up. None of them could meet the eyes of a mother staring down those who had tried to kill her child for any reason. Mainly because the idea had been Renesme was born, and Bella had died because of it.

After the fiasco calmed down, Jake and I sat in the living room with Renesme, laughing and playing with her. She growing crazy fast and it astounded me. She began to call us Aunt, and Uncle and it made us grin. Jake was like a brother to Bella, which made sense. I guess I was Bella’s sister in law.

“Rosalee’s actually pretty cool,” Jacob added as we talked about this life we were growing accustomed to but never expected. “She’s a mechanic too. And with Leah’s hobby of wood carving picking up, the three of us actually... get along.” I laughed at his bewildered expression. “It’s kind of awesome actually.” My eyes turned to Ren - after Jacob had posed the idea of ‘Nessie’ I’d immediately suggested ‘Ren’ instead because I was not going to call her by the same name that people called the lake monster - and I smiled, thinking... “What?” He asked, tilting his head at my expression.

My eyes wouldn’t meet his. “I was just thinking... one day, this could be us. In a house, married, kids...” I looked at him, blushing. “If you wanted. We wouldn’t have forever... but we could have what he would have, and maybe that could be enough?” I cleared my throat. “Not as long as Bell and Edward will have. Or as long as any of the Cullens will have actually. But- but we could...”

Jake pulled me close, planting a soft kiss on my neck. “I would want nothing less than as long as we’re allowed in a normal life we’ve both chosen,” he whispered softly. “I picked you. I did, for a reason. And if you’re still around... I’m not going to stop picking you, Y/n.”

I smiled. “Here’s to as long as we’re allowed then.”

“To as long as we’re allowed,” he agreed. “Marriage. Kids. A house. I promise.” He kissed my shoulder, and I leaned back into him. There was still a lot ahead of us, stuff we didn’t know at the time. There was still years to figure out when and how and to get all the details down perfectly, but we would make it. We had thus far like he said. He did keep picking me, and I, him, and nothing ever stopped that. Who needed an imprint bond with love like this?

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