#i love when the game gets ever so slightly fucked up lookin. i wish i could play this on a crt

[ajdrawshq]

on that note. heyy wait no nvm what i was abt to say i think i just found the glitch in the matrix here.. OHHHHH I DID

#LETS GOOO I WAS WONDERING IF ID FIND ANYTHING ABT THIS SOON #imagine a whole ass country getting kh2 prologues photo'd. would that be fucked up or what #i love when the game gets ever so slightly fucked up lookin. i wish i could play this on a crt #'choosing someone to date is a little out of your comfort zone' Hello. aspec beam blasting siffrin rn #'WE HAVE ONE OF THOSE AT HOME'.... god #MIRABELLE ASPEC BEAM AS WELL???? #oh my god these poor kids have to deal with amatonormativity too. as if the time freezing shit wasnt enough #oh my god? #SIFFRIN CONFIRMED ASEXUAL REAL????????????????????? #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! H #0(-( #finally some good fucking aspec rep and TWO OF THEM AT ONCE we are so winning. hhhholy shit my heart #'how do you deal with it then' '[you dont]' yeah 👍 #these 2 are very much my favorites. i already knew that before this lil thing but im so . !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #BOOSTS ALL OF HER STATS BY HOW MUCH??? CHRIST. OK #holy shit shes just busted now #AGH MY COMPUTER BATTERY #well i got thru Odiles thingy too at least. hers was vv good too..... #was trying to speed thru bonnies but i kept getting the questions wrong sjcbksbx #thats it for tonight i guess. bc i am Not getting up to get my charger rn #isat #isat spoilers

[lovelytarou]

tidal waves

pairing: atsumu miya x reader

genre: angst, suggestive

tags: high school sweethearts(?), breakup, strangers to lovers, mentions of cheating

a/n: i was about to put in some warnings for toxic relationship, but i couldn't do that to tsumu i don't hc him as someone who would do such a thing to his lover. also this is not proofread!!

atsumu is like a wild current, when you get taken by his strong waves, there is nothing else to do than just go with his flow.

this is osamu’s life ever since they were kids. it was nothing forced, he loved hanging out with his twin. although sometimes, atsumu could be a handful.

even while playing, atsumu is like a roaring tide – ready to take on whatever stands in his way and granted, he always gets what he wants.

his overzealous life is what keeps him going every day, playing with his 100%, not half-assing anything, and living life to its fullest.

atsumu realized he was in love when he had heard your laughter in the hallways.

everything stops then. he could've sworn none of the people that littered the hallways moved, and he felt his heart stop.

there you were – laughing with your friends, a bright beautiful smile on your face and letting out melodious sounds without seeming to notice the effect it had on him.

he could only stare at you for how long before he felt osamu whack him upside the head.

“hey, idiot. you havin’ a stroke or somethin’?” osamu narrowed his eyes on his brother, looking for anything off but he guessed atsumu has always been weird.

“let's go inside, class is about to start–”

“samu, who’s that angel?” atsumu cut him off, gaze still on your retreating figure. his voice sounded distant as him you're taking him with you as you walked away with your friends.

“huh? who? that girl? dunno her,” osamu shrugged before dragging his twin inside the classroom.

all day, you’ve been stuck in atsumu’s mind, not caring at all about the lectures. he had a goofy smile on his face as he stared out the window.

who are you? what is your name? do you know him? what class are you in? are you older than him? what are you doing now? why are you so beautiful?

there are so many questions that atsumu miya would like to know. and the first thing in his list is to ask you on a date.

he sure hopes you’re not dating anybody.

the second time atsumu saw you was when you were sitting inside the gymnasium with a friend, holding what looks to be a bento box. were you giving it to someone? his heart fluttered inside his chest, imagining the receiver to be him.

god, he wished it was him.

his gaze tore off you when a ball hit his head. his glare was immediately wiped off his face when he saw who threw the ball at him.

“atsumu, pay attention.” kita scolded, the cold expression on his face causing a shiver to run up and down his spine. he could really be scary without even trying.

“sorry, captain!” he saluted before jogging off to his position.

osamu had noticed that atsumu felt a little off that day. not in a sense that his performance was bad, per se. more so, he was pushing himself to his limits. other than that, he kept glancing to the stands and doing spontaneous moves with his irritating smirk on his face.

he has always been observant, and he had seen this expression on his twin’s face before.

atsumu likes someone. but he doesn’t know who.

osamu kept a close eye on his twin as they continued practicing. the team they are up against are coming in a moment now and they don’t need to waste any time.

when break came, atsumu kept whining about how his body hurt as he downed his bottle of water. osamu can only roll his eyes as his twin obviously was showing off when he lifted up his shirt and wiped it on his sweating face. a few fangirls of theirs squealed from the stands, and although atsumu would sometimes bask in their praise and screams, this time, he had a pout on his lips as he stared at that same spot once again.

“who the hell are you lookin’ at?” he can't help but interrogate his twin, he's highly suspicious and he wanted atsumu to just spit it out instead of acting this way. or else, his performance will surely affect the game.

“hm? oh, them.” atsumu pointed at you, who’s on the edge of your seat as you looked at their opponent who is now entering the gym.

oh. that girl he heard laughing in the hallway.

his gaze then shifted to what you’re looking at and realized it was the captain of their opposing team you were ogling.

oh.

osamu shook his head, “leave it, ‘samu. yer hopeless.” patting his twin on the back, they jogged back over to greet the other team before the game started.

atsumu played normally throughout the game, albeit a little harshly against your boyfriend. he gave them little to no opening, and they even scored a point lower than theirs. nevertheless, he gripped the captains hand after the game a little too tight with a fake smile on his face.

he followed you as you pranced towards your boyfriend and gave him the bento box. he felt his stomach turn when he leaned down to kiss you. finally, he decided he can no longer watch and turned his back to you.

what a lucky bastard.

atsumu didn’t sleep a wink that night. his thoughts kept drifting back to you, thinking about how he has no hope like what his twin said. he thought about what could’ve been if he was in that guy’s place. he’ll always flaunt the bento you bring him in front of the team, he’ll even take you to their practices and walk you home afterwards. maybe have a date, or just hangout in yours or his house.

he’ll treat you better than that guy.

the next day, atsumu decided he can’t have you and what he feels is only a crush. a crush so intense, he had his heart broken by someone who he doesn’t even know.

the third time he saw you was when you were crying alone in one of the stairs. he was supposed to go back to the classroom that time but he stopped in his tracks when he saw you, head dropped down as your sobs and sniffles echoed. he gulped, feet frozen from where he stood, not knowing whether to reach out for you or if you will even like to be approached right now.

clearing his throat, he took a few steps towards you as he sat a few inches away from you. you gasped when you lifted your head up as you saw him, quickly wiping away your tears as you looked away from atsumu.

“hey, so, uh...you okay?” he was hesitant. he felt like he was approaching a wild animal instead of offering comfort for someone who was crying their eyes out.

“no...” your small voice answered, sniffles followed after that and before he knew it, you were crying again.

his eyes widened in panic as he wracks his mind on what to do.

“hey, shh! uh, calm down. um – shit –i'm sorry, i didn’t mean to make you cry harder, oh fuck–” he decided to put his arms around you and bring your head to his chest. he rocked the two of you from side to side as he shushes you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

“there, there.” he patted your head when he felt you calm down. he winced at the wet patch on his uniform but he didn’t comment about it. “a beautiful person like you shouldn’t be crying, anyway.”

he heard you let out a breathy chuckle as you pull yourself away from him. a tinge in his heart made him wish that you hadn’t pulled away from him too soon. all his feelings from long ago suddenly rushed back, looking at your tear streaked face and reddened nose. even after crying you looked radiant.

“sorry about that, i don’t usually go around crying on strangers.” you forced a smile, hiccuping slightly as you forced yourself to calm down some.

“but thank you. i, uh, i needed that.” this time, it was a genuine smile.

“no worries! i just happen to pass by and you know, yer lucky it was me, because if it was somebody else they might take advantage of you or somethin’,” he rubbed the back of his nape, a blushing blooming across his face as he averted his gaze from you.

it was totally not because he realized it was his crush from before and he wanted to comfort you. nope!

“sorry about your uniform, um...” your eyes switched to his face then to his tear stained uniform.

“atsumu. atsumu miya. but you can call me ‘tsumu,” he offered his hand, blush still on his face. you told him your name as you shook his hand.

“i can wash it for you if you want?” even if your offer might sound like he might have a chance to see you again, he decided he doesn’t want to burden you with it and shook his head no.

“nah, i’ll be fine. don’tcha worry yer pretty little head over it.” he went and ruffled your hair, making you smile as you rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away.

“you know, there’s something that can help you feel better.” he added, a thoughtful look on his face. for a moment, you admired how expressive he is with his emotions. you can’t deny that he looks cute.

atsumu dragged you away from the stairs and out of the campus. your eyes widened in shock upon realization that you two are going outside despite the class not being over yet. what is with this guy? what if he’s a delinquent all along!

“um, atsumu, we shouldn’t be leaving the school right now...” your worried tone made him turn his head to you and flashed you a grin. you swore your heart skipped a beat when he smiled at you like that.

“don’t worry, i’m sure you can ace yer classes, anyway. and yer goin’ to like this, i promise!” you can’t help his energetic self rubbing off on you and let him lead the way to wherever it is he’s going to take you.

he might look all suave and composed, but inside he’s panicking just by the feel of your soft palm against his.

you’re holding hands, for heaven’s sake! he just comforted you because you were crying and now he’s holding your hands! he might pass out at this point, but he’s not done with his mission just yet. he wouldn’t let this day end without you being at least a little bit happy.

you both stopped in front an ice cream stand that many students also frequented. atsumu dug in his pockets for money, his tongue poking out. he paid the vendor and soon, he’s holding two ice cream cones with his favorite flavor.

“try this! it’s the best!” he handed you the other ice cream cone, immediately scarfing his own as he watched your face expectantly.

you took a small lick on the cold dessert and you were suddenly taken to heaven. whatever this is he gave you, it was good.

you moaned when the flavors bursted in your tongue, “you’re right! this is the best!”

atsumu laughed at your face, ice cream making a mess on your lips, near your cheek and even your nose! it was cute for him, and he felt himself fall in love all over again.

when you noticed him staring at you with an amused smile on his face, you tilted your head in confusion, hand going up to swipe at your cheek. but it only made the mess even worse by the action.

“what’s wrong, ‘tsumu? is there something on my face?”

atsumu shook his head as he bit his lip, holding back his laughter.

“nope, yer all good! nothing wrong with yer face at all!” turns out you didn’t trust him so you went to the car parked on one of the stores nearby. you gasped upon looking at your reflection. you were a mess!

nothing wrong with my face, my ass.

“tsumu! you’re so mean!” you whined, immediately wiping your face with a tissue that came with the ice cream.

the man in question only laughed at your reaction. you can only glare at him playfully as he seemed to almost run out of breath from laughing at you.

meanwhile, atsumu can’t help but think that this is probably one of the first time in a while where he laughs happily. and it’s over something stupid as seeing your face with ice cream.

“s-sorry! can’t help it, you looked ridiculous!” he managed out in between laughs.

once he calmed down, he apologized sincerely to you dragged you once again to who knows where.

the two of you skipped class that day.

since then, you and atsumu kept hanging out. usually with his twin, osamu, and sometimes tagging you along to their volleyball practices and even introducing you to the whole team. everybody seems to know you already from how much atsumu has told them about you. he can’t help it, you’re just so amazing that you take his breath away.

it didn’t take them too long to notice how much you two grew closer and closer.

atsumu has never been the one to be nervous before, during, and after their games. he likes to call himself level-headed when it comes to tense situations, not immediately letting his nerves take control of his body and consume him.

he lived for the thrills of life.

so, why, when he looks at you as you smile at him while pointing to a cotton candy stand did he feel his heart race a mile a minute? he was just going to ask you out.

and if you said no, then he’ll understand. it wouldn’t be the first time he’ll experience heartbreak.

“look, ‘tsumu! they have a lot of cotton candy there! let’s go, maybe we can buy some before they ran out.” you tugged at his hand and pulled him towards the stand. he lets himself get dragged by you. he paid the vendor absentmindedly.

throughout the day, atsumu keep glancing at anything except for you. he even forgot to eat his own cotton candy and instead let you eat it.

when you asked him to go to the rides in the fair, he agreed, which is why you both find yourself in the front seats of the roller coaster.

okay, since when the hell did the two of you get there?

he looked over at you who’s smiling from ear to ear, screaming in excitement as you put your arms in the air. you looked so beautiful, still so amazing in his eyes. he doesn’t deserve you but he doesn’t want to let you go ever again.

the ride is pulling back, back, back until it snapped. there was a deafening silence before the ride fell slowly then faster and faster until it threw you into a high spiral.

you were screaming, the people behind you were screaming, but atsumu can only shut his eyes because he was feeling dizzy.

“y/n! will you go out with me?!” he shouted into the air. there was absolutely no way that you can hear him over the screams and the air attacking your ears.

“what?!” you screamed back.

“will you go ou–”

“no, i heard you! i was just asking if you were serious!”

“yes i am! i'm in love with you!”

your heart flew along with the rollercoaster and you think it was the most memorable moment than all the rides in the amusement park.

“yes!” you laughed, feeling giddy all over. it might be because of atsumu or it could be because of the rollercoaster.

“what?!”

“i’m in love with you too!”

you both went home hand in hand, smiling at each other like two lovestruck idiots.

dating miya atsumu was like being caught in a wild current. and just like everything else when they're taken by his strong waves, you went along and swam perfectly with his flow.

you were there for him when he has a match. wearing his jacket as you cheered for him louder than the school’s band. he appreciates it, really. he finds it endearing how you showed all of your support for him and in turn, he scored every point for you and only you.

he’s the sweetest boyfriend. promising you’ll never regret a moment if you agreed to go out with him. a date turned into two, and before you knew it, you’re both falling deeper and deeper in love with each other.

he has your restaurant orders memorized, almost like muscle memory at this point from how often you two always spent time with the other. you even know where he last put something of his when you both decided to move in together.

college came and the two of you can’t help the stresses it came with it. yet, the flame of your love couldn’t burn any brighter. despite the hectic schedules, you both find a way to spend even at least a day with the other. squeezing in dates in the weekends, study dates on wednesdays, even hanging out sometimes in the cafeteria.

then there was that party after they won against another univerity’s team. it was loud, the place packed with people, swimming with drinks and drunk in the thrill of the party.

he has an arm wrapped on your waist protectively as you both wafted through the house. he had a few drinks in him, and when you told him to calm down a bit he only dismissed you saying he can handle himself.

“i’m gonna go and get us drinks, babe. wait here.” he slurred, kissing your temple as he got up from his spot next to you on the couch, waddling through the people to get to where the drinks are.

you stayed put on the couch, eyes straying to the couple making out on the couch across from yours. almost all the people around you are either touching each other or having a lip locking session by themselves.

it made you squirm in your seat as you thought about atsumu’s lips on yours, hands wandering all over your body like what these people are doing right now.

it must be the atmosphere or the alcohol you had downed a while ago, but it suddenly felt too hot. you took off your top layer of your clothes and fanned yourself with your hands.

atsumu still wasn’t back so you decided to get up and check on him, avoiding the grinding bodies of people.

your heart sank, a boiling rage bubbling inside you as you saw him in a corner with a girl who was also very much drunk and all over your boyfriend. she was getting handsy with him and you hated it. you should be the one touching him like that, not some girl in this party that he wouldn’t even remember the day after.

huffing, you walked towards him and grabbed his hand.

“baby, there you are! what took you so long?” your hands flipped his body towards yours so the girl would be stuck with the sight of atsumu’s back.

your boyfriend’s eyes are a little unfocused as he glanced down at you. it widened when he saw who it was, a smile stretching his face upon seeing who it is.

“hey there, yourself.” his eyes drank you in, taking every bit of skin exposed, until they landed on your lips. “god, yer smokin’ hot.”

he captured your lips with his, you let yourself appreciate the moment, hands playing with his hair as you purposely make loud moans while opening your eyes slightly to see the girl he was with a while ago with an enraged look.

i win.

you would've scoffed at her when atsumu’s hands drifted down to your hips, grinding his own to yours as he started nipping your jaw and neck.

“let’s go somewhere private, baby, please.” he suckled on the spot near your collarbone before travelling back up to your neck, lips nibbling on your earlobe, “wanna touch you, wanna feel you, please, baby, please.”

the neediness laced in his tone almost made your knees give out underneath you. a hot liquid feeling inside of you swirling in your stomach as you felt arousal cloud your whole being.

biting your lip, you nodded at him, pecking his lips one last time before dragging him to a more private place.

you stopped in front of a room, knocking first to see if there’s anyone inside. when no one answered, you both proceeded to go in, locking the door behind you. atsumu was quick to pin you against the door, attacking your lips with rough kisses as he grinded his pelvis against yours.

“fuck, baby,” he moaned between kisses, “i want you, ‘m gonna make you feel so fucking good,” it wasn’t a promise, more so it was a statement. you know, he’s going to make you feel so good by the end of the night, and you don’t doubt that one bit.

“ah! i know, baby. nnngh– fuck,” you whimpered when his hand travelled down to touch you beneath your bottoms, “l-let’s move this to the bed,” you panted, out of breath just from him kissing you alone.

it took him a while to get his hands off you and process the words you said to him. he lifted you up with ease and threw you onto the bed, removing both of your clothes with lightning speed. he couldn’t wait anymore, he just wanted to be inside you, entangled with you.

before he can position himself inside you, however, you pushed him down with all your might and straddled his hips.

you showed him just who he belongs to that night.

you thought it was silly, the next day you asked him about the girl last night. it sparked something in him, causing him to snap at you.

“what do you want me to say, y/n? that i’m cheatin’ on you? for fuck’s sake, i don’t even know the girl! so will you stop bitchin’ about it?!” he was seething, not even sparing you a glance as he spat those words at you.

your chest felt tight as you stared at him with disbelief.

many fights followed after that.

atsumu realized he fell out of love for you when he doesn’t look forward to coming home. he looks like a robot, emotionless as he only grunted to acknowledge your presence, if he even acknowledged it at all.

you would eat together, but no word will be spoken unless it would start another fight.

it was getting tiring, to say the least. every other day, all the two of you have been doing was make up, fight again, then make up. you would storm off, he would follow after you, you will both apologize, you will fight again in the morning, the house will be filled with angered screams.

you both lied in bed, backs facing each other, feeling the cold wrapping the two of you like a blanket.

he never invites you to his games anymore. never puts any effort on dates, or even study dates the two of you were used to doing. you rarely even see his face unless it was to come home and get his stuff and then he was gone. sometimes days, weeks, it even came to a point where he disappeared for a month.

the both of you don’t even know, how or why you started fighting like this. how you both drifted apart when it’s been going great to the two of you.

as per usual, it was osamu who noticed the whole ordeal. he never saw you with his twin anymore, never brings you up to any conversation. the light in his eyes seemed to dull, and he looked like he wasn’t getting any sleep.

“how’s y/n, by the way? you seemed to stay here more than yer guys’ own place,” he wss just making small talk, moving around his own kitchen as he prepared dinner for himself and his twin who’s sitting on his couch in the livingroom, busy playing games.

“fine. just busy with her studies ‘s all,” atsumu nonchalantly replied, paying half a mind to what his brother was saying.

“you guys doing alright?” osamu almost broke the bowl he was holding when atsumu let out a curse.

“i just said we’re fine, samu! god, this is why i don’t want to stay here in the first place.” atsumu stormed off, throwing the controller on the couch before slamming the door shut.

osamu doesn’t understand why his brother got mad at that. but judging by his reaction, things with the two of you weren’t fine at all.

it was cold when atsumu went outside, his own breaths coming out in smoke as he leveled his breathing. if somebody mentioned you one more time, he’s sure he was going to lose his shit.

he brought out his phone, dialling a familiar number and bringing the device to his ear, waiting for it to ring.

“are you home right now?”

moans and sounds of slapping of skin reverberated in the room. both of their sweaty bodies moving against each other desperately. it felt good, too good. but it wasn’t you, atsumu know that. but for a while, it made him forget about you.

with her, he can control her however he wanted. pleased him however he wanted. without complaints, without second thoughts, she simply just allows him to use her body whichever way he wanted.

“a-ah! atsumu, i– fuck! i lo-love you–”

atsumu gripped the girl’s neck, cutting off her air slightly but not completely, enough to make her lightheaded.

“shut up, cumsluts don’t talk unless i order them to,” he punished them with bruising thursts of his hips, chasing after his own release.

the girl screamed louder and louder. it felt too good, he hits all the right spots leaving her to roll her eyes to the back of her head, seeing stars behind her eyelids.

atsumu stayed the night in the girl’s house, limbs entangled as they fucked again and again and again until all thoughts of you disappeared from his head.

two weeks later, he texted you saying he wants to break up. you felt suffocated. lungs fighting over the sobs wracking your body as you hugged yourself tight. after being disconnected with him for so long, worrying yourself over where he could’ve gone or how he was. he’s only going to give you a text saying he wanted to break up without even sparing you an explanation? it’s like you didn’t even spend years together.

your brain remembered his words from when you first started dating. he said you will never regret a moment when you agreed to go on a date with him.

yet as you found yourself lost in his wild tidal waves, the water choking you and not allowing you air to breathe, you were only left drowning in the sea.

turns out you couldn’t swim along with his flow anymore.

#leaves this here #i'm sorry :)) #haikyuu!! #💫. atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader angst #haikyuu!! fanfic #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader angst #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!! angst #tarou writes 🌹

[survivor-mesopotamia]

Ep. #1 - “hail santa that is all.” (Chrissa)

Nothing much really so far. We got into tribes so far everyone seems cool ans all so can't wait to see what happens from here.

Opening thoughts: I'm very much downplaying my knowledge, making it seem like I care most about challenges, know nothing about how online Survivor works (I played and hosted one) and not a massive amount about the actual show either, asking a lot of questions. Trying to find people with the most similar personalities and let others propose any alliances.

boy am i overwhelmed

Day 1; So I'm sitting here, eating dinner, a salad with garlic bread and a mike's hard pineapple strawberry lemonade, and I decide to do a confessional! Lets talk about my tribe, first and foremost. We're the "Second Chances" tribe. Fitting, we're all FLOPS. Imma do this in the order we were REVEALED to the world. Because that's cute, right? We're basically the beauty tribe bc everyone is lowkey real scrumptious lookin. Eric; Before this game, Eric and I bonded in the Ahkmim VL about how we never get cast for tumblr survivor, and how we're waiting for redemption, and I'd feel bad leaving him as the first boot. So hopefully he'd also feel bad, and wanna talk to me. I don't think the two of us have much in common yet, he's into anime, and reading, which is like, two things I'm not really down for, but I'm definitely gonna give Spirited Away a try sometime soon so I can talk to him about it. I kinda wanna ask if the red in his hair is naturally like.. blood red. But maybe that's the lighting in the room, or maybe he died it even MORE ginger, because I often hear to him referred to as GINGER Eric, but also i don't wanna have an awkward "No, this is just like.. normal ginger" conversation. Megan; Ohhhh Megan.. my girl Megan. We've had a rocky road in our friendship, and I wish I was just talking about ice cream. Something about her though just makes me have infinite patience for the things the two of us deal with, I can't help but just want to be with her all the time. I scouted her out from FaceBook to play my Whodunnit, and we've been extremely close ever since, our game relationship has been rocky enough for me to worry slightly about her, but all I can do is trust her, and build good enough relationships with other people that if she tried to fuck me over, I would know, and strike first. Its still unclear to this day whether she had a hand in my elimination in a Big Brother game we played, 1984. What is crystal clear, is that we cried together while she cast her vote to evict me. I love her, won't never stop lovin her. I'm hoping this can be OUR season to dominate, because I feel like we're almost evenly matched when it comes to a jury vote. Will; "Whoop-de-do" iconic king of not getting his haircut. Uhh.. idk what all to say, because before the game, I knew nothing of this man. However, Monty said something about him being alive and on Skype, and my mind immediately goes to "Is he hot?" and I check his profile, and publicly announce that he's hot. Which isn't FALSE, but then we both get revealed for the game, and put on the same tribe. So now we're vibing, and relating on the fact that tumblr players hate us, and we've deemed each other, "Heather". He's currently petitioning to call our tribe "The Heathers" instead of Enlil. We get on really well, and he's pretty damn cute. Also, he goes to bed SO early, I hope we get enough time to talk and get close on this tribe. Julian; Well. This is a lot to unpack, but I found out he was playing about 3 days before the game, and since that point. He's gotten unnecessarily aggressive with me, and a couple others over non-tumblr related matters. Julian and I have a rocky history, between me being recruited, and auto-casted for his ORG, Trinity Survivor, his ex-co-host/current-best friend berating me, and deleting messages to make me look bad. To Julian throwing passive aggressive low-blows about my social ineptitude in my face if I'm angry about something, to us making final 3 together in minis. Overall, I'm constantly at odds about how I perceive our relationship, I want to be able to assume the best of him, and say that I'm good in his book, no matter what happens. I think a lot of the time, our friend group isn't the most mature, and it is really difficult to have an adult conversation with someone from within that friend group, without someone else having an opinion to share on it, so I've heard things that he's said about me, that I'm not necessarily sure if its true or not, but I try my best to hold a strong, level head and smile whenever I see him, but sometimes its difficult wanting to approach a conversation with someone head on, but knowing that you can't do that with him is definitely a struggle of mine. We have very different communication styles, and its difficult to see past it sometimes. For now, I'm going to be working with him, but I'm not sure how long that can last, as he admits it himself, he can only handle my personality for short periods of time. Jack; Well, Jack hasn't said a single word for the last three hours, since the game has begun. I don't WANT to have to stay up till 5-6 in the morning to try to have a conversation with him, but if that's what I gotta do, then that's what I gotta do. Chrissa; Chrissa, Todd. My LOVE. Chrissa is someone that I owe something to, she's amazing, beautiful, talented, show stopping, never before seen, etc. Our game relationship is not great, because I organized her first boot in Ascendance Season 4; Back to the Future. However, it was because she was attached to someone that kept accusing me of having powers behind my back. So, hopefully Chrissa forgives me, and gives me another chance, because I'd love to work with her. I feel like Chrissa is someone who is extremely intelligent, and loyal, and that's someone I want on my side. I love my tribe, lets win every challenge until the merge!!

Well... I’m back again... not going inactive this time! Let’s just do a quick roundup for now: JJ seems to think we’re in a showmance already which is either great or bad for my game, Megan’s a sweetheart and I could see us aligning, Eric is definitely a gamer and I have a feeling he’ll be a loyal, jack and Julian are both pretty straightforward and seem on the quieter side, and Chrissa straight up vanished already so we’ll see how that goes! Basically somebody thinks I’m their husband but I don’t know if I ever signed the prenup, but if it means JJ is gonna spill on how he feels about everyone then that’s some good insight. Nobody really wants to talk game yet but that’ll change soon!! Kk bye for now

Night 1/Morning 2: Everyone on my tribe seems extremely cool and I'm loving the way the tribes are divided. The only name I recognized on the cast was Monty's and he's on my tribe! I don't know him personally but I think he first played around when I was hosting a season. I have hit it off with Johnny the best so far I think, and definitely Isabelle as well. I seem to have a lot in common with both of them on a personal level. Strategically, I haven't locked anything down yet. I don't want to come right out and blurt "ALLIANCE?" with anyone; for right now I'm just trying to play it cool, get to know people as well as I can, and be a likeable presence in the tribe so people just wanna have me around.

I just asked Collin to talk to Adam about forming a four person alliance, which Collin will "bring" me into while Adam suggests someone. This might secure me in a four person alliance which would be ideal, but if it backfires, it will backfire on Collin, not on me. I'm trying to get myself into a majority while insulating myself from being seen as the strategic threat

First confessional before first IC

I was thrust on a good tribe we have JJ and Eric and hopefully this group of people won't make us last in competitions atleast lol maybe if we lose though hopefully i can argue why jack needs to go with his timezone but hopefully i don't have too. 

im ngl idk why i decided to play tumblr survivor again and the instant paranoia of just caring about my PLACEMENT is going to keep me up at night *shivers*

It's been a day in and so far I really like our tribe! I'm vibing with a few of them and it looks like there's been alliance formed between myself, Julian and JJ. JJ has said that he owes it to Chrissa not to vote her out if we lose, and I think he has something with Megan on the side based off what Julian has told me. That leaves Will and Jack, and I've talked with Will a ton. Tomorrow I'm gonna try and see if he wants to work with me too because I feel like to win this season, you will need to keep all your options open. 

Day 2: I got to talk to Jack last night, he was talkin about how he did some funky fresh survivor statistics on how tribe swaps affect tribe line loyalties, which I found super interesting. Then I decided to share a statistics thingy I did on how the Final 3 format doesn't produce an even ratio of male / female winners, but the Final 2 format does, and how potentially something about the final 3 format in survivor could be a factor in why we haven't had enough female winners in the last few generations of survivor. But he didn't even believe there was a female bias in survivor.. which kinda threw me off. Oh well, we ended the conversation on a good note before I went to bed. Well, the tribe seems to be getting along well, I tried to get a tribe call going, but it ended up just being me and Megan helping Chrissa with strategies to get higher scores in the challenge. She can't seem to break 100, and I feel really bad for her, I hope the rest of us can carry this competition, because I would feel like the worst human being in the world if I gave someone first boot twice in a row. Not to mention I'd consider Chrissa a friend of mine. Maybe I'm playing this game a bit too emotionally, before we even have our first tribal. What a concept.. Will and I are only getting closer and closer, we continuously refer to each other, affectionately, as "Heather". But he really lied to me today, pretty hard core. He said he was gonna order his weight in mexican food when he got off work... but he ate Thai instead...? How dare he ??? Rude. Anyways, if he's lying about that, what else could he lie to me about? Smh. Fuckboys amirite? I think that if we lose this challenge, Jack would be an easy vote off. He's in a different timezone, and his age unfortunately would make it really difficult to have a decent social game. If we lose more than once, there's one of two things that could happen.. 1.) There's a standoff between Julian, Megan and I, trying to maneuver this tribe to remove each other. Which is exactly why a friendship / showmance / whatever with Will is so important. Will would likely be the swing vote they try to get, I don't see Chrissa voting me out if I prove my loyalty at the first tribal our tribe faces. 2.) The three of us dominate the premerge portion of the game, and it becomes an impossible to maneuver situation for me at the merge, because all the connections I have outside of my own tribe, both Julian or Megan also have a hand in, with the exception of Jay, who I don't find myself falling that closely to. I feel like I might be thinking too much, too fast. I guess I just can't show the rest of my tribe that. I'm hoping my reads on the tribe are at least somewhat correct this time around. :/

Collin never ended up messaging Adam, and I was worried about falling behind the 8-ball, so I took alliance building measures into my own hands. I messaged Zach about joining up by stating that Collin had told me he also had a good conversation with Zach, and I made sure Zach didn't just feel "brought in" by asking him which person he would want to be 4 in our alliance. He suggested Cameron, which is fine by me. He hasn't officially reached out to Cameron yet, but our plan is to bring Cameron in if we end up losing, and I will probably want to vote Kyle or Grace in that scenario. Hope we don't lose though!

I don't really (or at least usually) stress about challenges and definitely not this early in the game, but some of these people are so stressed and panicky. Will (who I talked to about aligning earlier today like I had said I would in my last confessional) is stressed about not being able to beat his current high score of 199 and feels like he's on the lower end and might be eliminated. I was telling him though that this isn't necessarily about your score, but your ranking. You can get 209 or 189 and still get the same ranking. Chrissa on the other hand is totally panicking. She has an admittedly low score of 89 which she forgot to screenshot which is really rough. She same flash games aren't her thing (and I believe her) but when I tried to calm her down and say there's lots of time to improve and that we can win this, she continued to panic. There's not much I can do for her. I'm not aligned with her right now and she's just really scared to get first boot, which I don't even think will happen. JJ feels obliged not to make her first boot should the scenario present itself, and I'm aligned with him and Julian. If anyone's going home right now, it's probably Jack unless he has connections I am unaware of. I would really like to win though because I love our beauty tribe xoxo 

I managed to find the idol clue, and in telling my formed trio of Collin and Zach, Zach accidentally revealed that he had found it too. I don't think he intended to tell me, so now I am not sure if I fully trust him. I'll work with him for now, but he is going to be a big move player and I'll have to watch out for that

Forgive me father for i have sinned it's been a day since my last confession I've made some progress me and grace knowing each other well pregame means i have an instant ally coming in to help not be first.....or second out and me and Collin seem to be kinda working together I guess?? I hope not fully sure but I feel confident I'm not going if we go to tribal.

hiiii so glad to be back in the game!!!! So thankful I have the opportunity to redeem myself after my huge flop in 94, but lowkey worried about being on the An tribe? Only because it is filled with people who have done well in the past I’m not sure how to measure where I fall within them, but everyone has been very nice and seems to get along with me so far! Also it seems like there is no suspicion from them about Zach and I being siblings which is STELLAR. From looking at the cast I think the only person who knows for sure is JJ, and perhaps Megan? But thankfully they aren’t on a tribe with either of us so that might work in our favor. I’m a little nervous about this first challenge but I have one of the highest scores on my tribe atm, so I feel like if we go to tribal it might be okay. Fingers crossed hehe ;))

FUCK entanglement! FUCK IT IT IS THE WORK OF THE DEVIL hail santa that is all.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBoZlL8ZWzY

Zach is playing super hard out in the open. That is good for me, he can make connections to help our alliance, and if there is ever a moment where our alliance gets exposed, he will probably be out in the forefront as a target. The flip side of that is that I might not be able to go to the end with him if he could be perceived as the leader of my alliance, so I'll need to see how the game develops

We came in second in the immunity challenge by ONE POINT. Thank the lord because our group seems very cohesive at the moment, and going to tribal would have put everyone into scramble mode. I've been bonding the closest over the first 4 days with Isabelle, and I am hoping it can lead to a strong game relationship. Right now, we seem to be very social with one another and we have gone as far as to say we wouldn't vote for one another, but I'm still sort of waiting for that defining confirmation (as much as you can get that in Survivor). After that, I'd say I've been pretty chatty with Johnny and Monty equally (but I think I have a slightly tighter personal bond so far with Johnny). Abrielle I talked to more so over the first couple of days but I would say between her, Jay and Madison those are the ones I've made the least connection with. They all seem like good people, just haven't had as much traction chatting with them. I don't want us to go to tribal for as long as we can help it, because for me the best case scenario heading into a swap would be if our tribe had the numbers advantage and some sort of tribe-wide unity going into it. I feel like that way I could be in a good spot but also not in the forefront of the tribe alliance (I'd hope that would sort of fall on Monty or Johnny maybe because of their Tumblr Survivor experience). For now though, just continuing to get to know everyone as best I can and try and make sure people want me around, and have me in their plans moving forward.

https://youtu.be/2ix-llpzUOQ

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https://youtu.be/bwCjV8my_Zc ok my mom walked in so i didn't get to finish my thought, but i guess the full thought is just: what the fuck? like i'm really gonna be watching this vid on repeat while y'all are just trolling us. this will end up in my nightmares. know that. also my paranoia is once again setting in. as i mentioned in previous confessional, i feel like ben and i have bonded the most, and we've both pointed it out to each other, but now i feel like he's pointing it out... almost too much? he's basically comparing our convos to his with the rest of the tribe and that they're much better (which i lowkey agree), but something feels fishy because again IM PARANOID. AM I BEING PLAYED?? like literally the scenario in my mind is that everyone's aligned except me and ben has been chosen as the bug to make me feel comfortable. okay yes im crazy. and it's only day 2 whew! im going to bed goodnight.

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ok now ive found a video about spectograms the channel has liked. this hunt is getting me anxious bc slowly but surely the amount of views on the immunity idol vid is increasing. AHHHH

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ok i found the spectogram and it literally spells out "SINK." (also this shit is scary so again, my nightmare comment holds.) so there are 5 other followers, which makes me know for sure that at least 5 other ppl have found this vid. also i have no idea what to do with the word. i assume that it'll come in handy eventually (maybe a password? send in a chat? comment on the vid? something?) and i really really hope im the only person to find this. i know that's unlikely tho.

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oh my god. oh my fucking god. the clue is at survivor-mesopotamia.tumblr.com/sink . im screaming. proud of myself. BUT of course it says... "clue Though you have found it, No clue has emerged. UNDER CONSTRUCTION, Come back when you’ve merged." i- i have to wait until i've merged. HA. we'll see if bitches get that far. and im bitches. anyways sorry for the spam, now back to your regularly scheduled programming

Day 3: I almost forgot to do this confessional. But here I am, in bed, watching Avatar, and drinking butterscotch milk with Irish cream, which is surprisingly good? Anyways, here we go! First, you’re telling me that we LOST the challenge.. what the hell :( I thought I did so well having 188, but apparently even 256 wasn’t going to cut it. The fact that if Jack could improve his score by 30 points, means we’d be safe from tribal, it annoys me that it felt like he didn’t try as hard as Chrissa in the flash game? Julian, he says we can beast through this game and make final three. This is something I’d really love to be able to trust that he has in mind, but I just am unsure at this moment. He gave me information towards the idol search that I appreciate, and probably wouldn’t have figured it out myself. That felt good, but I feel like he wasn’t giving me everything he knew, just enough to make me feel comfortable. I’ll have to continue to keep my eye on him.. Next, Heather, or Will, my potential showmance. We’ve finally got the opportunity to call each other, we talked about the idol search, and our potential moves in the future. He told me he likes the idea of not playing with Julian, but right after he told me this, Julian asked if we were good? Which was kinda sketch. But I’ll do my best to trust Will, and call it a weird coincidence. Megan hasn’t talked to me much today, but she was a room moderator for sequester, and was visiting a friend today, so I can’t blame her. Chrissa is hopefully safe, I can’t give her first boot in back to back games together, I refuse to be that heartless. She’s so good I can’t do it. Eric hasn’t talked to me much either. For someone who should probably know that his name is on the block, I’m surprised Jack isn’t talking too much to me? Maybe it’s because I’m on the chopping block and I don’t know it. I’d be really heartbroken if I were the first boot.

So we lost the challenge by ONE FREAKING POINT, which sucks ass. But not me doing the best in my tribe on the challenge. We stan improvement. Anyway, it looks like the discussion for the vote is between Jack and Chrissa, namely Jack. Though Chrissa performed worse in the challenge, she's done a better job connecting with the rest of us than Jack has. As of now, that's what the general concensus is. I talked to Julian and he agreed, and we are aligned with JJ. Chrissa would vote our way to make sure it isn't her. Another thing that's happening is the idol search. The video made literally no freaking sense, but when the channel liked this video about spectograms, Julian put the video into it and it spelled sink. It turned out that by putting the word sink into the blog link, it says a clue will be there but at the merge. I guess this means for now there will be no idols, so as long as the people im with are truthful, the person who is planned to go home at tribal will go home without a shadow of a doubt.

https://youtu.be/ury1fLaZQec

Right now everyone on the tribe is at peace and getting along, but we all know that’s gonna change when we go to tribal council.

I'm sad we lost the first challenge. I came back to do better than i did the first time, so the idea of being the first boot would suck. I'm not that close with Chrissa so 100% she's my vote. She has played more seasons than all of us & the second chancers deserve their time. Also, Chrissa did the worst out of us in the challenge so it makes it easier to convince everyone to vote for her, but i also dont want to be the one who targets her first because that could come back round to me, and i would hate that as i've waited over a year for a 2nd shot at this. At the moment i'm closest with JJ & Will F, they are 100% my final 3 right now. I like Megan & Eric as well. I've only had 1 comversation with Julian and we did get on well but we havent talked about anything since then. I've tried to talk to Chrissa but she's never really tried to talk to me.

Hi!! Megan for my first confessional!! Yall are gonna have to remind me throughout my time in this game to do these because I'm SO bad at remembering to do confessionals lmaooo. So this first round there's been a lot going on. There are three tribes- newbies, flops, and a tribe of vets who have played well. Clearly I am on the flop tribe, because I was a SAD pre-merge boot in Svalbard. I was feeling really excited about my tribe and definitely thought we could do well and at least not lose the first challenge - we don't want to be flops again!! But alas, after a long day of doing that stupid entanglement flash game, we have proven our labels and FLOPPED yet again, getting last. SO. now we have to go to tribal council tonight. I am out of town this weekend so I haven't been able to talk to many people but I hope I can make it through this first vote. All I've heard so far is that people want to keep the tribe strong so we don't lose another challenge, and based on the first challenge scores, the two bottom challenge players would be Chrissa and Jack. So far I have heard that people want to do Jack instead of Chrissa, which I am fine with. I haven't talked to him that much and I think the time zone difference unfortunately puts him at a disadvantage, so honestly, we should probably vote him out first. I am nervous of course though because people have been fairly quiet and that's never a good thing, but I am hoping and praying that nothing crazy happens and Jack is the first boot and all is good and fine with that. Okay now I'll talk a little about the players on the tribe and how I feel about them- Okay so obviously I know JJ and Julian fairly well from previous games & also being in various group chats together. So far we are planning on working together as a trio and I am GOOD with that so far. Chrissa I have played with once before but she's not very social or talkative, and tbh, I haven't had a DM with her in this game yet, but she seems sweet. Eric I like a lot, he is funny and outgoing and a little chaotic and I love that in him. I think I know him from something previously but quite honestly I don't remember him, but he remembers me LOL. I hope they're good memories. Jack, again, I haven't talked to him much because of the time difference I think. Also isn't he like a minor? Oof that's weird. Anyway onto the final member of my tribe - the king, the legend, the literal love of my life - WILL!!!! I had never met Will before this game but we vibed IMMEDIATELY. We get along so well and we have a lot of things in common and we like the same kinda things. We've had a lot of really good conversations already and I feel the closest to him in this game by far, even though I have known other people on my tribe longer. I adore Will and I will do everything in my power to make sure we both get as far in this game as we can. Okay I think that's enough for a first confessional, bye!!!

Things have been pleasant and slow so far. Everyone on the tribe seems nice and at this point I’m still just hoping that we’ll all get as far in the game as possible at the expense of the more experienced players. I’m a little concerned because I haven’t really been party to any strategy talk yet; I think that’s just because no one has thought it necessary while we don’t have to go to tribal, but I’m still worried I might just be on the outs and not know it.

hiiii so glad to be back in the game!!!! So thankful I have the opportunity to redeem myself after my huge flop in 94, but lowkey worried about being on the An tribe? Only because it is filled with people who have done well in the past I’m not sure how to measure where I fall within them, but everyone has been very nice and seems to get along with me so far! Also it seems like there is no suspicion from them about Zach and I being siblings which is STELLAR. From looking at the cast I think the only person who knows for sure is JJ, and perhaps Megan? But thankfully they aren’t on a tribe with either of us so that might work in our favor. I’m a little nervous about this first challenge but I have one of the highest scores on my tribe atm, so I feel like if we go to tribal it might be okay. Fingers crossed hehe ;))

I’m SCARED I’ve been out of the loop for TOO LONG. 

from what I've heard i am safe i won't be comfortable until i heard the votes not being all me. 

https://youtu.be/oX4-_QPoqNk

https://youtu.be/YviOufmjmps

My brand is having 4 minute confessionals

from episode 1 https://youtu.be/VqDkCGLTARU

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from episode 1 also https://youtu.be/mklfEHtGp04

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9UqNr3fbiE

Jack voted out 6-1

#nomorethings

[gyllenbaabe]

✧･ﾟ: *prompt list*:･ﾟ✧

F L U F F:

“Stay here tonight.” “You make every day worth living.” “I’ll keep you warm.” “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” “You look amazing tonight.” “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” “It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?” “How are you feeling today?” “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” “Wanna go grab a drink?” “Here, let me help you.” “Kiss me.” “Don’t cry.” “You make me feel safe.” “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” “Thank you, for everything.” “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” “Don’t be afraid.” “You’re always on my mind.” “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” “You’ve always felt like home.” “I can’t imagine this world without you.” “Dance with me.” “Why are you crying?” “Who hurt you?” “You make me feel alive.” “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” “Who cares about what they think?” “Tell me what’s wrong.” “You’ve always got me.” “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” “Is this okay?” “You look like you could use a hug.” “Did you need something?” “We’re meant for each other.” “You’re worth it.” “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” “Do you have a ride home?” “You need sleep.” “We’re meant for each other.” “You’re worth it.” “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” “You’re so adorable.” “I’m better, now that you’re here.” “I could never forget you.” “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” “You’re so adorable.” “Come cuddle.” “Can’t you stay a little longer?” “I fell in love with you, not them.” “You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.” “I just want this. I want you.” “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” “Kiss me.” “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” “You did all this for me?” “I wish I could hate you.” “Stop acting like you owe me anything.” “Take my jacket.” “I think you’ll have to make it up to me.” “You braided his hair?” “You’re so cute when you’re upset.” “The power when out. It’s not the end of the world.” “I might be slightly drunk…” “If my day gets any worse I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” "If I survive, can I go home?” “Stop tickling me before I rip your fingers off.” “If you kill them you’ll have to kill me too because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.” “I missed being with you like this,” “I’ve been excited to see you all day.” “You’re my perfect match,” “No one else can compare to your loveliness,” “I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.” “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” “Can I have a massage?” “Move away if you don’t want this kiss.” “Are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all the flowers and notes?” "You’re supposed to be washing my hair, but this feels more like a massage.” “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.” “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, you understand?” “You really think I’m beautiful?” “Are you jealous? That’s cute.” “There’s only a handful of people in this world that I actually like. You may or may not be one of them.” “So–uh, I’m not really good at this, but … I think I like you … like you.” “You seriously need to stop watching sad dog commercials at 3am. You’re an absolute mess; this is ridiculous!” “Hey–don’t you sass me! That’s my job around here!” “If you don’t get away from me with that horrid little creature, I will throat punch you.” “You really have to question me? … So what if I lied? That was one time!” “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!” “… Is that my underwear?” “I overall hate the human race, but you aren’t too horrible; bearable, at least.” “I didn’t mean to scare you–I thought you’d like being surprised!” “You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But not cute enough to get away with that.” “Look–I hate to tell you, but you deserve the truth… . Your cooking almost killed me last night.” “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.” “Really? You made me drive all the way back here just to kill a fucking bug?” “We should get matching tattoos–wouldn’t that be cute?” “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!” “I got you something! I remember you mentioning it before … I hope you like it.” “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” “I get that you were trying to be romantic, but you nearly burned the house down!” “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” “I’ve never felt safer than I do in your arms.” “We may be soulmates, but that does not mean you can just waltz in here like you own the place! I could have been naked, or something!” “Oh–this is far from over. I’m going to prank you back so hard you won’t even know what hit you!” “Here–can you put sunscreen on my back for me? Don’t be weird about it!” “I need you. Please, stay.” “Promise me you’ll never leave me. I don’t care if you have to lie.” “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” “Here–let me show you how to hold that thing before you hurt yourself… Like this, see? It’s easy.” “I may love you, but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.” “Why are you always right? It’s not fair.” “I have no idea what you just said, but I could listen to you all day.” “What? Sorry–I didn’t hear you. I was too busy getting lost in your eyes… Ow! What?! I was just trying to seduce you!” “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?” “Relax–it’s just me! Not an axe murderer, I promise!” “Did you seriously just climb through my window?” “So, I tried making dinner … keyword there is tried. Let’s just say it didn’t end well, so we’re having takeout tonight.” “Yep–no, you’re never touching the laundry again. You ruined my favourite sweater and nearly flooded the house. Never again.” “Hey–I accidentally cut my hand, I think I need to go to the hospital. Can you drive me? … Why are you looking at me like that? There’s not even that much blood!” “I have something to show you; I think you’ll like it.” “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” “You’re so beautiful words can’t even do you justice.” “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how short or long that is.” “Hey–I’m perfectly average height for my age, thank you very much. You’re the one who’s freakishly tall!” “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!” “I won’t forget just how big of a douche you were, but I may just be able to find it within myself to forgive you.” “Quit stealing all the pillows!” “You want a bite?” “Give me a second and I’ll show you.” “You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?” “What should we name him/her?” “Have you ever played in the rain?” “Is it hot in here or is that just you?” “Why are your feet so cold?” “Ride the Ferris wheel with me?” “There’s room for two/three!” “Stop that, I’m ticklish!” “Put your finger here while I go get the tape.” “Here’s my number!” “You want chocolate or vanilla?” “Your hands are so warm! “Are you sure you’re not tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” “You’re sweeter than candy.” “You smell really nice.” “Your hair’s so soft…” “You’re my new pillow.” “Can I rub your back?” “If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?” “I think I love you.” “Can I kiss you?” “Hold my hand.” “It’s not morning yet.” “Stay for a little longer…” “Of course I’m happy! How far along are you?” “You’re so beautiful.” “I’ll always be here for you.” “You are my love.” “You were right here all along.” “Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.” “You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.” “Do you want to get dinner sometime?” “Call me whenever… no really.” “You’ve got flour on your cheek.” “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.” “You don’t have to leave so soon.” “You could put your feet in my lap, you know.” “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” “Shut up and kiss me.” “We’re pregnant!” “Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.” “We could try cuddling.” “Stop being so cute.” “Are you okay?” “Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.” “You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.” “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.” “Do you really need all that candy?” “Exactly how drunk was I?” “Stop being so cute.” “It was a joke, baby. I swear.” “What a nerd.” “Are you ok?” “Can we get a dog?” “Are you kidding me?” “Good morning, sunshine.” “I can’t reach it.” “Dumbass.” “Come cuddle.” “Oh. My. God.” “Stop it! It tickles!” “Stay. Please.” “Why are you even awake right now?” “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” “How strangely nonchalant for someone who almost just died a minute ago.” “No way.” “You’re such a weakling.” “Just let it all out.” “I’m here, baby.” “I missed you. So much.” “Don’t worry.” “Hey hey hey, look at me.” “Don’t say that.” “You’re so pretty.” “Honestly, you’re the cheesiest person alive.” “Stop staring at me!” “Will you please inform me on why we’re going in here?” “How is this so expensive? For barely any clothing?” “I’m seriously not that drunk.”

A N G S T:

“I love you, please don’t go.” “Please don’t walk out of that door.” “I thought things were going great.” “Don’t you love me?” “I’m never letting you go.” “You meant too much to me.” “I won’t let you.” “How could you ask me that?” “Don’t you trust me?” “Shouldn’t you be with him/her?” “I’ve got you.” “We’ll figure this out.” “This isn’t goodbye.” “What the hell were you thinking?!” “I care about you.” “You could have warned me!” “That was unexpected.” “You haven’t lost me.” “Why are you doing this?” “Please don’t do this.” “All I wanted was for you to be happy.” “I can’t do this on my own.” “Trust me.” “Nothing is wrong with you.” “Let’s go.” “I’m not going anywhere.” “I am home.” “I love you, please don’t go.” “Please don’t walk out of that door.” “I thought things were going great.” “Don’t you love me?” “I’m never letting you go.” “You meant too much to me.” “I won’t let you.” “How could you ask me that?” “Don’t you trust me?” “Shouldn’t you be with him/her?” “I’ve got you.” “We’ll figure this out.” “This isn’t goodbye.” “What the hell were you thinking?!” “I care about you.” “You could have warned me!” “That was unexpected.” “You haven’t lost me.” “Why are you doing this?” “Please don’t do this.” “All I wanted was for you to be happy.” “I can’t do this on my own.” “Trust me.” “Nothing is wrong with you.” “Let’s go.” “I’m not going anywhere.” “I am home. “What happened back there?” “That’s not gonna happen.” “Why me?” “I’m right where I belong.” “Fine.” “What do you want me to say?” “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” “Excuse me?” “What are you doing?” “What did you expect?” “You’re not alone.” “I’ve always been honest with you.” “Going somewhere?” “Don’t lie to me.” “Forget it.” “That’s in the past.” “I won’t lose you too.” “It’s not that easy.” “I’ve had enough.” “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” “Let me go.” “It’s not goodbye. It’s see you later.” “Don’t look at me like that.” You’re the one that left. You turned your back and walked away.” “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” “I waited and waited, but you never came back.” “Were you ever going to tell me?” “You know we’re supposed to be together. I’ve known since the first time I saw you and you know it too.” “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” “If you kill them you’ll have to kill me too because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.” “I think we should break up.” “You aren’t who I thought you were.” “I don’t even know who you are anymore!” “Why can’t you look at me?” “What’s wrong?” “You want to be with him/her/them, don’t you?” “You promised you’d change!” “Am I not enough for you?” “What is so wrong with me?” “I’m sick of trying.” “I don’t want to be just friends.” “I can’t trust you anymore.” “I can’t even look at you.” “Your problem isn’t me, your problem is _______” “I’m always wrong, aren’t I?” “You said this time it’d be different.” “Please give me a chance.” “I’m pregnant.” “I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.” “I don’t love you anymore.” “We can’t keep this up forever.” “You make me feel so small.” “Don’t leave me like this!” “Don’t ever call me again.” “Talk to me, please.” “Don’t push me away.” “This is your son/daughter.” “I think I need a break from you.” “I’m sorry.” “I can’t promise you anything.” “It’s better this way.” “The baby… it’s yours.” “After all this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye?” “I can only blame myself.” “I was only pretending.” “It wasn’t your fault.” “This is all because of you!” “I don’t feel the same way.” “Just go!” “Please stay.” “What aren’t you telling me?” “It’s okay, you didn’t know.” “Don’t tell me to keep calm!” “I’m keeping the baby, with or without you.” “I need to be alone.” “Stop calling me.” “I can’t remember why I ever loved you.” “Don’t apologize; I know you don’t mean it.” “I can’t believe what you’ve done.” “I don’t need you, I’m fine on my own.” “For how many hours did you sleep last night?” “I’m sorry.” “It’s all your fault!” “Get out of my sight!” “God, you’re so annoying.” “I hate you.” “Apparently, in your eyes, I’m always wrong!” “Just listen to me!” “Please.” “What the fuck were you thinking?” “Cut the bullshit.” “Why are you here?” “I miss you.” “Would you for once! Stop being a bitch!” “I don’t care!” “Don’t fucking touch me.” “We can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep doing this.” “And I thought there was a spark between us.” “Leave.” “I was wrong.” “Are you ok?” “Are you going to talk to me?” “Wanna talk?”

S M U T:

“I love it when you moan my name.” “You got started without me.” “Just a little harder…” “Gimme a taste…” “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.” “Grab the headboard for me, will ya?” “No panties?” “I want you now.” “Use your tongue.” “Please don’t stop.” “Do you like that?” “Let’s put that mouth to good use…” “Let me help you forget that jerk…” “You can get louder, can’t you?” “Look what you do to me.” “I want to taste you.” “That feels so good.” “Don’t cum yet…” “Take off your clothes.” “I could use a hand…” “Take off your clothes. Slowly.” “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” “Shhhh…” “You sound as if you like my teasing?” “Watch me until I say you can join in…” “There’s only one rule. You can’t use your hands.” “Look deep into my eyes, sweetheart.” “I want you to leave marks.” “I want to watch you fall apart.” “I dreamed of you all night.” “Face down on the bed. Now.” “Don’t apologize about your morning wood.” “Fuck me like you mean it.” “Spank me.” “Take me now.” “Tell me how you like it.” “I just want to please you.” “Tell me I’m a good boy/girl/lover.” “Let me watch you touch yourself.” “Each of my thoughts about you are improper.” “Use your teeth.” “I love it when you kiss my neck.” “Don’t be gentle.” “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.” “You’re not going out dressed like that.” “Make me.” “All mine.” “Please make it rough.” “I love it when you talk dirty.” “I’ll let you do anything if you’ll just touch me now.” “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” “Strip.” “You’ve been so bad, haven’t you, baby?” “Make me.” “Hurry up!” “Don’t leave any marks.” “You look so hot I could fuck you senseless right now.” “Behave.” “Such a good girl.” “Don’t stop.” “You aren’t too bad yourself, baby.” “That feel good, princess?” “Be patient for me.” “Do you think you deserve my dick tonight?” “Wider, baby. I said wider.” “Fuck, baby you’re so tight” “So good, baby, so sweet.” “P-please s-s-stop.” “I can’t hear you.” “Don’t make a sound.” “I dare you.” “Stay still for me, princess.” “Tell me what you want.” “Swallow.” “On your knees.” “So fucking pretty.” “You’re such a hoe. Such a slut for me.” “Mine. Only mine.” “You can’t cum until I say so.” “Cum for me, baby.” “You taste so sweet, honey.” “Choke me.” “You’re drooling. You really don’t deserve it though, do you?” “I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.” “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” “Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.” “You can add another finger. I’m ready,” “I want to watch you take off your clothes.” “You’re so turned on already? That was fast,” “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.” “You want to do this right now? Even though we could get caught?” “You’re nipples are so sensitive today,” “Do you want to continue this in the shower?” “You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,” “I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin,” “Say my name,” “Louder,” “You say you want me, but your body seems to like it when I tease you,” “Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,” “No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good,” “Don’t stop, whatever you do. I like that, a lot.” “I love hearing you moan,” “Blindfolds heighten your senses, maybe that’s why you’re whimpering louder than usual.” “I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realise you weren’t alone.” “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.” “I want to hear you beg for it.” “I’m not wearing any panties,” “I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,” “I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now,” “Your pussy tastes so sweet,” “I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.” “Bite me,” “Where?” “Were you just touching yourself?” “The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.” “I love how your body loses control when you cum.” “Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.” “Show me how you like to be touched.” “Harder, Deeper…” “I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted.” “The way you smile like that always turns me on,” “Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home,” “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now,”

[ Sorry if some are double]

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Free Falling, Chapter 3: Dip & Shake, Rattle, 'n Roll (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: Thank you Pinkgrapefruit for beta-ing and Holtzmanns for validating my healthcare references/portrayals and also reminding me what minigo is called (minigo is a thickened yogurt marketed towards kids and a favourite of parents & hospitals for kids who choke on things frequently). For those who don’t speak What Canadians Call Healthcare Things: rounds are weekly team meetings where the team is de-briefed on a patient’s progress and things like treatment plans, equipment, meds, and discharge are discussed.

TW for alcohol & food mentions

The staff room was already buzzing with people when Vanessa got in the next morning. Tuesday had always been rounds day, and every week, there was a new roster of patients, a fresh crop of gossip, and space to vent out grievances about hospital policy and lack of funding. And even though rounds had a reputation for being boring once they got down to business, Vanessa never tired of them. She loved hearing about the progress of each kid, even the ones she was only consultative with. Even more, she loved being able to share her own work, being able to gush about every kid and how far they’d come, how well they were doing. Rounds weren’t just a check-in, they were a portrait of every patient, and it was one that Vanessa could have sat and drawn and looked at forever.

Plus, every week, the dietician, A’Keria, brought snacks.

“Courtesy of 1712?” Vanessa reached over and grabbed a sticky baklava triangle from the tray in front of her as she plopped down between A’Keria and Silky, the unit pediatrician.

“You know it.” A’Keria grinned, passing over a napkin. “I swear, the kid always thinks he can get it past me– Eight-thirty in the damn mornin’ and he done try to have his boyfriend pass him this shit in a laptop bag.”

“An’ thank God he did,” Silky assented, munching and crunching on a piece behind a wide-toothed grin. “Best thing ever happened to this unit is teenage boys tryna fight against bein’ on low-cal liquid diets.”

Vanessa snorted as she chewed her pastry, watching the rest of the team file in. Apart from herself, Silky, and A’Keria, there was Yvie, the physiotherapist; Ariel, the Speech-Language Pathologist; Kahanna, the rehab assistant; Honey, the respiratory therapist; Plastique, the unit administrator; Nina, of course; Soju, thankfully; Mercedes, the chaplain; Scarlet, the Child & Youth Care worker; Ra’jah representing all of the floor nurses; and Shuga, the unit social worker. Everyone was still chattering, despite the clock ticking past eight-thirty, and Vanessa realized with a start that they were still missing someone.

“So sorry I’m late!” Brooke rushed in suddenly, and the conversation screeched to a harsh stop.

Brooke was wearing jeans and a sweater.

Brooke, the poster-child for skirt-suits, was wearing jeans and a sweater.

“Shall we get started?”

Everyone snapped to reality and nodded, the air in the room returning to normal, but Vanessa couldn’t help but notice the small, barely-visible smile on Brooke’s face.

—

The rest of the meeting was a disaster, and it was all Brooke’s fault. Brooke usually takes charge of every meeting, charging up to the front and diving right in, all business. Today, though, she was making jokes, explaining breathlessly why she was late, smiling in a way that has Vanessa’s  Brooke’s teeth are shining white, one of them just slightly off-kilter from the rest of them, the little rough edge to her perfect appearance mesmerizing when she talks. And she’s not just talking—she was asking questions, taking suggestions as to who should go first. Then a stray hair fell into her face, and it hit Vanessa that this whole time, instead of her usual pulled-back, hairspray-laden bun, Brooke’s long blonde hair was hanging in a loose braid.

How on earth could she be expected to pay attention to an update about Aquaria’s fluid intake when Brooke is brushing that stray strand back, blushing a little when she realized that her hair had started to come undone? How was Vanessa supposed to care about a discharge date when Brooke was taking neat cursive notes, a slight, precise line between her brows creasing as she frowned in concentration?

“Vanessa? Vanessa!”

Oh shit.

A discharge date.

“I, uh… I think, uh…” Vanessa blushed beet red as she tried to collect her thoughts. What kid were they on? What were their goals, again? What did Shuga say about their parents’ emotional readiness?

“What’s the status on the home mods you were prescribing?” Shuga threw her a bone, smirking knowingly. Normally, she would have been grateful, but instead, all she could think about was how acutely aware she was of how she was definitely making a fool of herself.

Needless to say, it was the longest rounds of her life. And when it was finally over and Brooke had sauntered out to go do some paperwork, everyone else on the team was determined to make it clear they’d noticed that something was going on.

“Okay, can anyone else believe that just happened?” Scarlet was the first to speak, a huge grin on her face.

Nina rolled her eyes. “Come on. You guys really think she doesn’t own jeans?”

“Oh, we know she did, question is, why she wearing ‘em?” Silky chimed in.

“Mm, she ain’t half bad lookin’,” Shuga shrugged, sheepishly adding, “Maybe she got some cookies, you know what I’m saying?”

“Oh, you think she done drink some of that warm milk to calm herself down?” A’Keria smirked. Opposite her, Mercedes nearly spit out her coffee.

“How d’you know she swings that way, though?” Scarlet pondered. “She gives me pretty queer vibes.”

“Maybe she’s bi?” Plastique prompted.

“As the resident bisexual on-unit, she’s definitely bi.” Ariel cut in.

“Speaking of,” she continued, a shit-eating grin spreading on her face as she turned to Vanessa, “Vanj, you seemed pretty off your game today.”

Vanessa blushed a deep red as the room fell into a bemused quiet, all eyes on her.

“I just didn’t sleep well, that’s all.”

“Mm-hm,”  A’keria cocked an eyebrow sceptically, “‘Cause you were cravin’ them cookies too, right?”

“Watch it, hoe!” Vanessa’s defensive tone only seemed to entertain the other women more.

“Alright, alright,” Nina, always the peacekeeper, raised her hand high in the air and began counting down on her fingers, the universal symbol in pediatrics to sit the fuck down and shut the hell up. “We’ve all got work to do, so how about we focus on the kids for now?”

Vanessa smiled gratefully to Nina while the others, grumbling about their fun being ruined, thankfully took the hint and began to collect their stuff and file out. Everyone except Ariel; much to Vanessa’s chagrin, she was booked for a feeding assessment with her for the next half-hour.

At least when they were prompting kids to open and close their mouths, Ariel would have to shut hers.

She rushed out of the room quickly, hoping to avoid any further questioning on the way to her patient’s room. She’d gotten about halfway out the door when suddenly, out of nowhere, a blur appeared in front of her.

A blonde blur, hair tied loosely in a braid, wearing jeans and a sweater.

“FUDGE!” Vanessa knocked hard into Brooke, bouncing off the taller woman and careening towards the floor. But at the last second, she was caught, flooded with relief at being saved from landing on her ass.

In the next second, though, her relief curdled into embarrassment as she realized that the hands on her waist belonged to the very woman she’d just nearly mowed over for the second time in a month.

“Sorry about that.” Brooke blushed as she helped Vanessa upright, the ghost of her touch tingling on Vanessa’s waist even after she’d let go.

“It’s fine.” Vanessa coughed. It wasn’t, not really, but what else was she going to say? ‘I don’t know what to say or do because you’re standing in front of me, and I keep embarrassing myself in front of you?’ ‘I wish you weren’t here because I don’t know how to act when you’re around?’

“Um, anyway… I need to get going. Late for an assessment.”

“Oh.” was it just Vanessa, or did Brooke sound a little disappointed? “Okay, then. See you later.”

And just like that, Brooke was gone, speeding down the hallway, Vanessa unable to ignore how good she looked walking away.

“You two have a thing for sweeping each other off of your feet, don’t you?” Ariel mused as she came up behind Vanessa, looking as pleased as a kid at Christmastime.

“Whatever.” Vanessa rolled her eyes and set off down the hallway, not bothering to wait up.

It was not whatever. It was really, really not whatever. The farthest thing from whatever that Vanessa could think of. For one thing, the kid they were assessing had a thing for scooping up their yogurt and throwing it. For another, Brooke seemed to be determined to run into Vanessa that day and was always walking by the room right when she got a faceful of strawberry minigo. And then there was the unignorable question–why was she buzzing around the unit, anyway? Usually, Brooke stuck to her office, opting to send Plastique for any signatures, charts, or documents she needed. So why, all of a sudden, was she parading around the nursing station, chatting with the staff, writing down notes with her tongue sticking out in effort, sauntering around like she owned the place with her braid swinging behind her and her ass looking so fucking good–

“You seem tense,” Ariel teased as they headed back to their office to document the assessment, “You know, they say petting a nice, soft pussycat can be good for that.”

“Shut the fridge up,” Vanessa growled. Nonetheless, that night, she found herself sitting at her kitchen table with her phone and a bottle of wine, staring at the Tinder icon she’d never bothered to delete.

You were cravin’ those cookies, too, right?

It was probably a good thing to get back out there. Clearly, she needed it.

She gives me pretty queer vibes.

Brooke was her boss, even if Scarlet and Ariel’s instincts were right.

You two have a thing for sweeping each other off of your feet, don’t you?

She didn’t want a shake and go romance, and she definitely didn’t want some nameless girl in her bed only to be gone the next morning.

But if the only other option was to keep pining over Brooke, then maybe Vanessa was due to re-evaluate her priorities.

She took a deep breath and opened the app.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #hospital au #lesbian au #slow burn #writworm42 #free falling

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The Game’s Afoot! || Crime Squad

In which Rob robs the Davis house, with a little help from Andrina, Desoto, and Sarina...

@andrina-the-amazingsupergenius @accendimi @desotosykes

[CW: uh crime? creepy gnomes, slight implied child abuse mention]

Here’s the plan as I’ve got it laid out, yeah? She’s movin’ stuff, I know this, been movin’ things for a while. Not sure why, but judgin’ from all the stuff, I think she’s got a new place and may be rentin’ this place out at one point — anyways, point is that she’s out this weekend, the 27th of July and that’s when we’re goin’ in —

We’ve got the van, picked up a spell from one of the sorcerers in town to make it look like a movers. We’ve got the uniforms. ‘Ts gonna be as simple as walkin’ right up to the front door, only we’ve got Andrina here to disable all the security. Once we’re in, we divide and conquer — one of yas, Sarina, yeah, get to the safe and pick it open. Take whatever else you want — we’ll ditch the van right as we leave, burn the uniforms, and divvy up the stuff to pawn....

ANDRINA: 

Today, after months of planning and foreplay, Andrina was going to help rob Crazy Gnome Lady.

 Fun! 

 She got to wear a super sexy, special crime outfit for the occasion-- a cookie-coloured jumpsuit with a logo stitched to the front advertising MIKE’S MOVERS AND SHAKERS. She had to hand it to Rob; he had really committed to accuracy for replicating the logo down to the terrible Comic Sans font (graphic design was Mike Mover’s passion). Her favourite part of the look was actually the baseball cap, which she threaded her long, curled ponytail through, and used to hide the headset that would let her talk to her version of Oprah’s Book Club-- some hot chick named Sarina, some Italian Mobster transported straight from the set of the Sopranos named DeSoto, and their fearless, foxy leader, Robin Hunt, posing as the infamous Mike Mover himself. 

Important supporting characters included the moving van they’d rented for the occasion, sporting the same logo. 

 Also, the gnomes inside the Crazy Gnome Lady’s house. 

 Phase One began here: parked right in front of the aforementioned target. It still felt slightly counterintuitive to Andy. When Rob had told her they were gonna just roll up to the driveway, she’d raised her eyebrows. You sure you’ve done this before? Shouldn’t we park down the street? Wait for the cover of night? Plan a diversion?

That’s more suspicious, he’d told her and flashed a toothy smile, his confident tipping over to a cockiness Andy found very sexy. The secret to gettin’ away with somethin’, he told her, is to pretend like there’s nothin’ to get away with.

 And so the mid-afternoon sun was their spotlight. It was time for Andrina’s debut. Cue Ashley O’s On a Roll from Andy’s phone hooked up to the aux, and Andy cracked her knuckles and got started. 

 Her laptop pulled up, she clacked her way into Gnome Lady’s wi-fi. “Leeeet’s see….” she said, her tongue edging out against the bottom of her lip as she started to poke around Gnome Bitch’s desktop remotely. While the rest of her daring, dashing crew were going old-school bulgery, she’d get a chance to mine the digital treasure trove for any extra goodies. But for now, she was looking for one thing and one thing only-- 

 “Annnnnd-- disabled,” Andrina chirped as she deactivated Gnome Bitch’s security system.

 The house remained perfect still and silent, a sleeping giant of brick and mortar and ugly beige. 

 Andy flashed her grin at her comrades. “It’s moving day.” 

DESOTO:

This whole thing was kinda strange for Des. Not in the way he’d never done it before. Naw. He’d broken into houses and even stores before when he was a helluva lot younger. And dumber. What was strange was the amount of planning that went into it. The team that was put together and the plan that had been laid out by the man that had contacted him what felt like months ago. It was smart. Brilliant even. And the fact they’d just be… waltzing into the house and taking shit? It made it even better. Maybe he’d have to invest in this sort of crime more often. It was stress free. Stress free crime. Ha.

Dutifully he waited for the okay to head inside, pulling the ball cap he wore down out of instinct. They had the disguise as a moving company but there was still that slight paranoia that made him want to be as unnoticeable as possible. It’s why they’d gotten the gloves, right? An added security measure to further protect their identities if anything happened.

Following the mental map that he’d created as Rob detailed what he would be charged with getting and where exactly it would be, DeSoto made his way through the too goddamn beige house to get to his target. The room was, surprise, beige with pictures of gnomes and pixies and were generally creepy. No matter where Des went in the room it felt like those creepy little eyes were on him, watching every step he took. Were those where the cameras were? Hiding in creepy pictures so that any wrong doer would know intrinsically that they were being watched? Would be crafty of her, honestly. Crafty and creepy. Right up this lady’s alley.

The room itself was huge. Bigger than any one person would need. DeSoto understood the need for space, though. His own room back home had been too large. He’d filled the space with a large bed and then let it get cluttered with a shit ton of things that didn’t exactly matter to him but filled the space. Almost as if he were trying to fill an empty spot within himself. This room felt like that. Though, certainly more like a strange tomb. It smelled of the kind of perfume that made your allergies act up and mothballs. Idly he wondered how he’d drawn this room but pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he began combing through the drawers of the huge vanity. 

Rob had told him that the old broad had a ton of jewelry but he hadn’t anticipated this damn much. Each drawer was filled to the brim with gaudy jewelry that was organized by style. Bracelets, necklaces, rings, those weird things old broad’s wore on their shirts. Obviously he wouldn’t take it all but a good amount would be missing next time she bothered to look at any of this crap. Easily DeSoto began packing shit away, filling the box he’d brought with random expensive looking pieces. They’d get a pretty fucking penny for all this shit and Des wouldn’t have to worry about funding his next batch of drugs for a good while. 

Next was the closet, the smell of mothballs even stronger as he began pulling dress after dress from the hangers they were on. Each was made of exquisite fabric and for a brief moment Des wondered where the hell this bitch wore these clothes. There certainly wasn’t any place in Swynlake that warranted this fashion. Not hat it mattered. He was here for a paycheck, basically.

JELLY:

Jelly had one last job in Swynlake before she left. A job that Sarina had accepted and why not. If she fucked up she would just kick someone's ass and bounce sooner than expected. She was already burning bridges that Sarina had so nothing would follow her. 

And neither would this rag tag group of people she was apparently robbing a house with. She however did admire the plan. Jelly didnt want to deal with them. Let her be alone and make sure Sarina's skills worked in her favour.

She was just sad she didnt wear her heels to listen to the sound of clicking on the hardwood floors as she proved to herself over and over why she was better than all of them.

And this stupid moving uniforms. It was gross. 

That was for another time though as Jelly walked into room. It was impressive. At least until she spotted that creepy ghome. What was with this bitch and Ghomes. For a human she really had a lack of family pictures. Wasnt that a high human thing. To look at your loved ones 24/7. Not that Jelly cared. 

Jelly almost wished she was here just so she could play with the obsession. Make the woman think she was shattering all of them. Actually Jelly would shatter all of them. Let's not lie.

Glancing around the room Jelly walked over to the creepy painting not wasting any time and pulling the thing off the hooks. If there was anything she knew about humans was that they were predictable even on the worse days.

And a safe behind the picture. Yeah that was obvious. Settling in Jelly pulled up to the safe focusing on Sarina's memories without giving the girl a chance to breath instead ripping them from her mind without a concern for the pain she caused her. 

Listen to the locks. Be smooth in your motions. The fact you could insert a wire in the right place to give you better access. It was all there and Jelly loved it. Sarina had to easily be one of her favourite hosts.

It didnt take long for her to have the safe swing open and there was the cash nicely bundled just asking to be taken and as Jelly grabbed it the numbers rang in her mind. 

1000. 

1500.

2000.

3000.

4680.

Not a bad haul for less than half a days work.

ROB:

He’d let his two accomplices handle the bulk of the haul. He dinnit care what they took, s’long as they weren’t stupid (and he knew they weren’t stupid — Sarina’d done this before and before, and Desoto had a stake in stayin’ in the town so he wouldn’t fuck up). While they plundered, Rob idlly walked through the halls of the house.

He was on the hunt, you see, but not for money or jewels or any of the stuff he’d promised Sarina and Desoto (he’d promised Andrina the thrill of the chase, and out of everyone, he hoped she got what she was after). Nah, you see, Rob was lookin’ for something else. 

Normally, see, he’d take something — a mug that said Number One Dad from a dad who dinnit deserve it; a mother’s flask tucked away under a pillow; gambling stubs; a belt used for punishment —

But this house was barren. There wasn’t a single indication that Mrs. Davis even had kids, let alone two, let alone one of the kindest souls Rob had ever known, let alone a boy buried in the ground.

Nothing he could take that would remind her of what she’d done.

As he walked by the fireplace, he glanced at the garish modern paintings on the mantle and the thought occured to him. 

He reached in his pocket, pullin’ out the photograph Tuck had given him, smoothin’ out the edges. It was a young Mrs. Davis, her first husband, and Tuck as a baby — already Mrs. Davis’ face was stern and she held her baby at a distance. This’d been taken a few months before they decided they dinnit want him. He’d been left unceremoniously on the doorstep of the orphanage, as if Mrs. Davis were some woman in a Victorian nove dying of a wastin’ disease.

Rob wasn’t sure how she got from Nottingham to here, wasn’t sure what she told everyone happened to the first kid.

What he did know was that she left Tuck. She left Tuck and she had another kid and she dinnit even remember that her son was dead, dinnit even act like he existed —

He didn’t want to leave the photo, the only thing of Tuck he had, but there was a spot open on the mantelpiece. 

With a gloved hand, he smoothed out the creases and left it right on the empty space. 

#The Game’s Afoot! #crime squad #sarina #robsoto #rowdy&randy #rowdy and randy #andrina #desoto #ROB ROBS

[dragestilwrites]

Gaijin Love Story

*Rated E - 18+ Only!* 2300~ words McHanzo

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Friends to Lovers, First Time

Jesse and Hanzo are sent out on a mission that requires them to pretend like they are engaged. But what if there are real feelings lingering beneath the facade?

Author’s Note: Please do not read this if you are underage! This fic contains adult content!

It always rained at the worst times, Hanzo thought, as they stood under the small awning protecting the bus stop from the elements. Their mission was already complicated enough with the particulars of their cover. They didn’t need bad weather to literally muddy the waters further. But Jesse was smiling even as he retrieved a small umbrella from the bag slung across his torso. He opened it with a small click and it popped up, creating a canopy above them to keep them dry.

“Cheer up, Han,” Jesse said as his free arm reached down to interlace his fingers with Hanzo’s and draw him closer. “Stay next to me and we’ll both stay dry.”

Jesse’s grasp was warm. His thumb brushed gently over the back of Hanzo’s hand. Hanzo tried to remind himself that this was all part of their cover. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he was roped into this all, but now there was no backing out. Their target was hosting an event for couples planning their weddings. It was, of course, actually a distraction to cover for the weapon smuggling ring he was running. But the event was the best excuse to get close to him.

So Hanzo found himself in Tokyo with Jesse so close they could share their warmth and rain pattering softly on the umbrella above them. He had protested that Genji could have gone. He had pressed that, even though no one would mistake McCree for a local, the man knew plenty enough Japanese to get by. But they had been chosen to work as a team. The commander seemed to take pleasure in Hanzo’s terse arguments and the lazy grin on Jesse’s face as he watched it all unfold. ‘You two have an outstanding track record when you work together. No more discussions - your flight leaves tonight,’ the commander finally said when Hanzo’s protests ran dry.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Hanzo said as he glanced up at Jesse.

“Aren’t you? Tokyo’s great! Haven’t been here in ages.”

“You’ve been to Tokyo?”

“A few times, yeah. Maybe you haven’t noticed but I’m not so good at sittin’ still.”

“Oh I’ve noticed,” Hanzo answered with a small chuckle.

“So how are we handlin’ this mission? Bein’ serious for a second,” Jesse said after a few moments of walking in silence.

“We are to get-”

“No, no. I know the outline - I mean us two personally. I’m holdin’ your hand but I didn’t even ask. Not very gentlemanly of me.”

“They must believe we are engaged. I would expect hand-holding to be a minimum requirement for creating such a belief.”

“Y’know why don’t we grab some food, take it back to the hotel, and talk about this there? I’m starvin’ and good food makes any conversation better.”

Hanzo agreed with a nod and allowed Jesse to lead them through the streets on a quest for dinner. They ended up in a convenience store, grabbing familiar comforts from their pasts. Something about being in old territory but an entirely new situation brought cravings for nostalgic tastes to soothe anxieties. Jesse paid as Hanzo watched in quiet wonder at the ease with which his faux-fiancé spoke to the cashier. It was strange to hear Jesse speak Japanese. They only ever spoke in English, and it was a rare occasion when he would catch snippets of conversation between Genji and Jesse when they were shouting at each other in Japanese while playing video games.

“Ready to go?” Jesse asked, and Hanzo was shaken out of his thoughts.

Hanzo took the bag with their dinner and drinks as they stepped outside and Jesse reopened the little umbrella. His arm wrapped easily around Hanzo’s shoulders as they began their journey to the hotel. It wasn’t far, and they were both wordlessly eager to get off the streets and into somewhere warm and dry. They didn’t speak until they were at the front desk, handing over passports to check in, and then they fell silent again until they were safely behind the closed and locked door of their room.

“I think I stayed here when I was younger,” Jesse said once they had settled in and spread out their meals on the small table between them. “Not in a room this nice, but I was payin’ my own way.”

“It’s strange to hear you speak with such familiarity about Japan,” Hanzo admitted, “and to hear you speak so fluently. I did not know you could.”

“It never came up I guess,” Jesse answered with a small shrug. “It’s usually all business talk, y’know?”

“How did you start speaking to Genji in Japanese?”

“Just some team bondin’. Commander thought it was smart to leave the choice up to us what to do. That karaoke bar didn’t know what it had comin’,” Jesse said with a distant smile.

Hanzo chuckled at the thought. He could only imagine the trouble Genji and Jesse must have been up to. He understood now why the commander had taken to pairing Jesse with him rather than his younger brother. Perhaps he was meant to be a sobering force. He smiled absently before taking another sip.

“You really think my Japanese’s that good?” Jesse prodded after several moments of silence. “Don’t practice as much as I used to.”

“You are fluent not only in the language, but the customs. You must have studied our culture.”

“I lived here a while and did a lotta people watchin’. Nothin’ like sittin’ back at a cafe and just seein’ what you can see. And I did read a bit. I was tryin’ to blend in as much as I could while lookin’ like this. Understanding the culture is important to fitting in.”

Hanzo had set his beer down and was watching Jesse intently. For the dozenth time, he thought about the way Jesse’s boisterous personality could easily cover up his intelligence and drive. He thought about how flannel shirts and a cowboy hat could mask deep concern for the opinions and well-being of others. Hanzo exhaled a breath he’d been subconsciously holding and took another sip.

“Your efforts show. You are impressive.”

Jesse froze and he blinked a few times. Hanzo had never been the sort to throw around compliments. He rubbed the back of his neck in mild embarrassment. He hadn’t planned for that when he was in the captain’s quarters after hours negotiating to be sent on this mission. He had been trying to find time to spend on his own with Hanzo for months. It had started a month or two after the commander began teaming them up instead of sending Jesse out with the younger Shimada.

Hanzo was a ready match for Genji in skill. He was efficient and precise and never failed to get the job done. And he was a useful pair of eyes to have on the team, helping keep both of them aware of any nearby threats. And sometimes when it was late and they were laying low at a hotel and Hanzo thought he was sleeping, Jesse would hear Hanzo humming quiet songs to himself as he cleaned his gear and mentally reviewed the day. Those moments felt almost as intimate as this one, only a small table and heavy air between them as a faint warmth crept into Jesse’s cheeks.

“Jesse?”

Jesse realised he had been staring, mouth slightly open with words stuck fast to his tongue. He swallowed them down, blinked slowly, and then took a hasty sip of his own beer to wash away his sudden nerves. He nodded his head as he took another sip and settled his free hand on the table to keep himself grounded. “Do you still wish to talk about our interactions during this mission?”

“I think we oughta,” Jesse said, though he wondered whether he actually wanted to have this sort of talk. “You said you don’t mind holdin’ hands, but is there anything you do mind?”

Hanzo was quiet and still, and Jesse wondered if his question was too bold or maybe just too broad. But he didn’t interrupt the silence. He would allow Hanzo time, if that was what he needed. He couldn’t help but question if his patience would pay. Finally Hanzo took a deep breath and looked firmly at Jesse.

“No. I will inform you if you cross any lines.”

Maybe it was the exhaustion from a long flight and a long walk. Maybe it was too much beer before properly eating. Maybe he’d just finally lost his mind. He couldn’t say. All he knew was that he was moving before he could think. All he knew was that his fingers were sliding into Hanzo’s hair, loosening from its tie and running through the smooth locks. All he knew was that he was kissing Hanzo because he needed to know the taste, the feel, the essence of the moment when their lips touched.

And before he could stop himself, before impulse gave way to embarrassment and anxiety, strong hands were on him. One settled on his hip and the other rested on his back, pulling him close until he was straddling Hanzo’s lap. When Jesse pulled back to take ragged gasps for air and to cool air on his flaming cheeks, Hanzo’s lips found his pulse and pressed hot kisses up and down his neck and throat.

“Is this part of the mission?” Jesse asked breathlessly.

“If you want it to be,” Hanzo answered.

“Could it be...more?”

“If you want it to be.”

Jesse could see the faint flush in Hanzo’s cheek. He could hear the hunger in his voice. Had they been dancing around each other unaware for long? Had the commander been a bit too quick to allow the roster change? Jesse couldn’t question anything for much longer as Hanzo’s lips found his again and his attention shifted to trying to get Hanzo out of his shirt without breaking contact for more than a moment.

“I have only one rule if this is more than a mission,” Hanzo breathed, breath warm where it brushed past Jesse’s ear.

“Anything! Whatever you want, honeybee, it’s yours.”

“Whatever you say, tell the truth. If this is real, tell no lies.”

“Oh fuck me, Han. You’re all I want. You’re all I have wanted.”

“That can be arranged.”

Dinner was forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. Their hands wandered and searched for all the right places to touch, to caress, to hold. They kissed with burning lungs and hungry hearts. They stood gracelessly and stumbled to the bed, shedding clothes as fast as they could along the way. Jesse found himself lying flat on his back in the middle of the mattress as Hanzo kneeled above him.

“Is this really happening?” Jesse breathed.

“I hope so,” Hanzo replied before leaning down and licking along Jesse’s hardening cock.

Jesse groaned and his fingers curled into Hanzo’s hair, pressing into his scalp with blunt nails. Hanzo didn’t seem to mind as he stroked Jesse leisurely while lapping at the tip of his growing erection. When Jesse’s hips twitched upward eagerly, Hanzo pulled back with a wicked and wondrous smirk. He reached to his bag, left by the foot of the bed, and withdrew a small bottle of lube. He made sure Jesse was watching as he carefully turned around and leaned forward, resting on an elbow and his knees with his ass facing Jesse. He slicked up the fingers of his free hand before slowly running one digit around his rim.

Jesse had to bite his lip to keep in the undignified sound he made at the sight of Hanzo presented so beautifully in front of him. Hanzo seemed well aware of the effect he was having on Jesse and he relished in taking his time to draw out the anticipation and desire. He couldn’t entirely stifle his own noises, though, and when Jesse’s hand cupped an ass cheek and squeezed, Hanzo let out a hungry moan.

Neither of them could stand to wait any longer. Hanzo turned back around and crawled up the bed until his hips hovered above Jesse’s. He used his still slick hand to stroke Jesse’s cock - once, twice, and then he was guiding the tip inside his stretched entrance. As he sunk down slowly, he settled his hands on Jesse’s bare chest. Jesse’s hands squeezed his hips as he began a steady rocking motion, seeking to take Jesse deeper with every roll of his hips. Jesse wondered if this was just an exceptionally vivid dream. It felt like a fantasy.

Every move Hanzo made was deliberate and they drove Jesse mad. After a few minutes of this perfect torture, he decided to make a change. He wrapped an arm around Hanzo’s back, leaned upward, and then flipped them both over so their positions were reversed. He hooked one of Hanzo’s legs over his shoulder as he drove deep into Hanzo. Hanzo’s hand came up to catch his cheek and then they were kissing again, and with every thrust it felt like the borders between them were growing thinner and thinner until it was impossible to know where one ended at the other began. Their pace quickened and then grew frantic as they chased their messy ends.

“Hanzo, I’m-”

“I know.”

Jesse’s hips snapped against Hanzo’s a few more times before he pushed as far in as he could and then stilled, breathing heavily with his body hovering just above Hanzo’s. Hanzo gasped out Jesse’s name as Jesse’s hand wrapped around his cock and stroked him to completion. Hanzo’s head fell back and his hair was a messy halo on the pillow behind him. The room was warm and the air was thick.

Jesse pulled out after several long minutes still tangled with each other. And then he was sidling up next to Hanzo, nudging him onto his side, pressing his bare chest to Hanzo’s back and holding him snug against it. Hanzo couldn’t help but yawn as he settled into Jesse’s warm and comforting embrace.

“I think I’m in love, honeybee.”

“That makes two of us, anata.”

#mchanzo #hanzo x mccree #overwatch #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada

[bobowhooo]

Potent Savages

Chapter 1 Part 2 : Disruptive

genre : Thriller/Angst/trigger warningsss/smut/exo, oc, and blackpink gang au

Summary : This fast paced kind of life style isnt for everyone, but for these young rich savages this stuff is second nature.

I told you i would catch you up, and im a girl of my word when i want to be. So imma take you back, Back before the drama with jiyong the dragon. Back before i even knew baekhyuns weird ass was a member of the notorious exo gang. Before he knew i was a member of the infamous blackpink gang. Before we all started to hate eachother.

“I am so gonna make a virgin cry tonight” jennie spoke to herself while looking in the mirror as if she was taking a selfie, which i love watching her do for some reason, but in my defense she does look really hot. Looks like tonight is going to be one of those nights that we put on our less expensive clothes and act like we’re regular teenagers, i hate these nights, i’d much rather be at the club in balenciaga, sitting in the vip lounge with jiyong, but my girls wanted me to go and if my girls want something from me the word no always goes into hiding.

“Ayyye lit wayyy.” lisa sang out as she took a picture in the mirror with jennie

I looked over to the room that jisoo and rosé share in our three bedroom condo,  I wasnt getting a good enough look at them so i decided to go inside of the room, i know i sound like some kind of crazy smother but the relationship between me and my girls is not normal and probably never will be. I cant be away from them for too long and if im not close to them i have to atleast be able to lay my eyes on them or i just might kill someone. Yes i do tell you alot but i dont know if im ready to talk too much about that, so lets change the topic.

Snapping out of my thoughts, i realized that jisoo and rosé still werent ready at all. Instead of intervening or saying anything, i decided to just do something else, guess ill call my mans.

“jiyong?”

“honeyy, how is the party going?” 

“Haii oppaa” i said with a higher voice than usual you know the one you use when you talk to the boy you like? yeah that one. “im not there yet oppa”

“Aaahhh okayyy i seee” judging from the way he was using that sly sexy voice of his, i think he wants something from me.

“What is it oppa?”i said, i dont know why im getting an unfamiliar feeling about this.

“babyy?”

“yess”

“babyy, at that party tonight....”

what the hell does he want with this dumb high school party, i should be the only thing in his mind that has anything to do with high school... okay im kidding....alittle.

“Some of my associates will be there i want you to keep an eye on them.” his voice switched up this time.

“What the fuck jiyong, who the hell are these “associates”?”

“exo.” well he never was one to beat around the bush for too long, i could already hear it in his voice he was getting impatient.

“First of all, fix your tone, and second, boi you know i know most of all that the whole damn exo gang hates you and all your men, dont talk to me like im just another one of those dumb skanks you like to play with.”

What did you just ask? oh, well let me tell you alittle more about him. Jiyong the dragon is the top dog the ultimate big man in this business. He was one of those get down or lay down type of guys, of course that shit didnt work on me and my girls, which was the reason why he took such a liking to me in the first place. Does that cure your curiosity? what do you mean you didnt ask that!? 

“Hahahhah” hes laughing at me.

“ugh, oppa im supposed to be relaxing at this party.”

“i know babyyy, all you have to do is keep an eye on maybe three of them and...”

“And!?”

“Aaand make sure they dont leave until my men get there.”

“What!?, jiyong are you seriously going to try to kill them at a highschool party!?”

“Who said anything about killing themm...babyy come onn for mee?”

“You know that type of shit dosent work on me oppa.”

“please baby? ill owe you one big time.”

That caught my attention “ owe me huh?” thats what i like to hear. I could care less if those exo guys die or get kidnapped or whatever jiyong is gonna do with them, and the mention of him owing me sounds so delicious “hmmm....”

I hear a little laughter on his side before i make my decision,

“You got yourself a deal oppa” i say with a sinister smirk. And with that we say our goodbyes and i hang up.

My girls are so quiet.......shit.

I whip my head around quickly, with my anxiety building up, getting ready to run to where ever they are, whether it is in the house or not. 

“Cha cha?” jisoo called out. My real name is park bong cha, aya is just a street name. Not alot of people know my real name, and i like it like that.

My girls were standing in the doorway of my room which i share with no one due to the fact that all of the extra space in the room is filled with all of our weapons and money. 

“Damn i wish you saw the way your head turned just now” rosé said with a small giggle. She and jisoo looked like they were finally done getting ready. 

“Lets dip girls.” i said, actually feeling alittle excited to go now, which is such a first.

“AND IM LOVIN ALL RACES HELL NAW DONT DISCRIMINIZE AYYY WE LITT!”

I was posted up on the wall with some concoction lisa had some girl she was macking on make for me. It tasted good though. I had already informed the girls about the little deal i made with jiyong, they took it well thankfully. i have been occupying my eyes with this cute guy who is dancing his ass off. And just when the song finally changes and he notices, the entrance door swings open and some heads turn, and mine follows the others.

Just the boys i wanted to see, i think to myself while smiling.

I let my girls know by text and we all, being on the same floor of the house, exchange looks. 

shall we?

“IMMA MAKE YOU MIINE TONIGHT!”

I watched the exo gang walk in all together, some were rubbing their hands together like fuckboys, and others just looking around observing the party and the people, easily you could tell they are a close-knit group like me and my girls.

“JUST ONE TOUCHH AND ILL MAKE MY MOVE!”

I decided to keep my eyes on the linky big eared one, the one who looked like he wanted to scream in someones face, and the one-

“omg” I said under my breath as I watched one of the exo members slightly bite on his beautiful index and middle fingers.

Lisa quickly slapped my shoulder with a grin “aye, you thirsty girl?” she said as she tilted her drink towards me with her adorable smile, “shut the fuck up.” I said with a dead expression.

The other girls came up to us in three different directions. “So whats the plan?” rosé asked while referring to my end of the deal I made with jiyong oppa. I wasn't listening though, still stealing glances at the exo members mouth and fingers.

“Stop bitching guys, I will remember what she looks like, trust me, damn.” chanyeol stated as he scrunched up his face a little. All I can think is that its such a damn shame chanyeol is the only one who saw jiyongs girl, putting all our eggs in chanyeols fucked up basket is really fucking annoying. “Baekhyun, I know what your thinking, and no im not stupid enough to put all our eggs in chanyeols fucked up basket, just know that.” Suho spoke while he squeezed my shoulder as if he was trying to make me feel his words,  what the hell is he? a fucking mind reader!? 

We already know what jiyong the fucking snake is going to try to pull tonight, we heard from a mole hes going to have some girl hes been fucking to watch us all night, but we came here tonight in spite of that to do our usual rounds, because not a lot of things are better than money and confrontation.

“Alright split, chanyeol stay with Baekhyun” Suho said with an exhale

Chanyeol puts his arm around my shoulders as we walk towards the crowd of dancing teens. “Anybody lookin familiar?” my voice giving off my bored and annoyed mood, I spoke with a quick elbow into his stomach. “Nahh, just lemme go get a drink real quick. want one?” chanyeol asked and got a nod yes in return.

I start looking around, eyeing all the girls in the room.

“ERRBODY GETCHA MUTHAFUCKIN ROLL ON AYYY!”

“Girls really love this song huh?” I said to myself as I watched a swarm of girls running to the impromptu dance floor as they screamed and giggled.

My eyes automatically land on two girls that looked like they just jumped off a runway stage or some shit, “damn” I said out loud on accident, could they be jiyongs? 

“Damn is right.” chanyeols deep voice crept from behind me, “all the girls in the kitchen were uggos.” he tilted a red plastic cup my way.

I took it from him and stole a quick sip, “those two girls right there ring any bells?” I asked as I brought up my left hand to wipe my mouth and used the index finger of the hand holding my cup to point in the direction of the girls I was talking about.

Chanyeol licked his lips, “I don't know I think I need a closer look.” he voiced as he rubbed his hands together, his fuckboy mode starting to kick into gear.

I smirked at the possibilities.

“Okay I guess we can have some fun then.” 

“You know if you don't make this shot im going to make you strip right?” the guy I now know as Baekhyun spoke to me sexily with a sharp smirk on his face while he held a ping pong ball that had earlier been cover in cheap beer.

“Well maybe I want to strip.” I stated, readying another ping pong ball. Hopefully I can finally make a shot.

Baekhyun, and his friend who is also an exo member, chanyeol came up to me and jennie a little while ago, the convenience being too perfect, we've been talking to them ever since, and somehow I ended up in a game of beer pong with Baekhyun, while jennie and chanyeol decided to look through each others instagrams on the couch next to us.

I finally flick my wrist with hopes I get it into one of the cups on baekhyuns side.

“Yess.” I said as my ball landed in a cup on the left of Baekhyun.

“aahh noo” Baekhyun spoke playfully.

my phone buzzes at that. I quickly look at jennie, Jiyongs men might be....

“What is it?” Baekhyun speaks. I don't answer, instead I remove my phone from the back pocket of my jeans to see if my earlier thought was right.

oppa

  my men are there baby where are you

“Aye jennie the girls are looking for us we should go.”

“awww already?” chanyeol said, his voice giving off a new dangerous tone.

They know.

I saw ayas face change after chanyeols comment.

that's right bitch, feel it. 

chanyeol told me she was the one three minutes into talking to her. I have to admit shes good. I totally would have fallen for her act. too bad I didn't.

“Jennie lets move now!” aya yelled at the other girl as we heard screams coming from all around the house.

“Grab her chanyeol!” 

The moment I jump on the ping pong table and take out my gun, jennie jumps off the couch, chanyeol grabs her, and Baekhyun pulls out the gun hes been hiding so well. 

Jennie struggles in the hold of the huge man, while I stare Baekhyun down. Both our guns pointing at each others head. aiming for an instant kill.

“You don't think im about to just give up do you?” 

I quickly shoot at the gun in Baekhyuns hand and roll off the table, about to shoot at chanyeols foot, he kicks the shit out of me, and jennie took the chance to get out of his hold, all of a sudden a crowd of people fill the room. 

Jiyongs men come running in like the CIA.

“Shit!” 

I start shooting the men coming at me. suho and d.o run into the room probably getting ready to carry out plan b.

Me and chanyeol somehow end up back to back in the middle of jiyongs men, this isn't looking to damn good.

I grab jennie and run to the exit of the room in full panic mode because I don't know where the hell my other girls are. 

A exo member with bushy eyebrows comes out of nowhere and stands in front of us looking like satan himself, looking calm despite all the chaos going on. 

I don't have time for this.

I push jennie backwards getting ready to jump out of the next window I see, until I turn around and see another exo member staring us down with one of his eyebrows lifted, as more of the exo gang pile in the room to help with jiyongs men. fuuuck meee.

I charge in the other direction gripping jennies wrist, and my girls come out in front of us rushing to get to the men chasing behind.

Me and jennie continue running with intentions of getting the car ready, hating the fact that I have to leave the other girls here. 

We reach a window and I look for something in the room I could use to break it. I find golf clubs in the closet and take a hard swing at my target, breaking it in one go. we both jump out and sprint for the car we came-

“AYA! AYA! AYA!”

My eyes feel like led but I finally start to open them, looking around to only find darkness. shit I must have gotten knocked out by one of the exo boys.

“aya?” 

my eyes widen. jennie.

I feel her breathe on my neck as she tries to get closer.

“same plan as usual?”

“ Yeah.”

These exo assholes should have fucking killed me when they had the chance, they should know never to cage wild beasts.

When the car finally came to a stop I realized my eyes were closed in anger the whole time.

I heard muffled voices and doors opening before closing right back.

My eyes shot open in anticipation.

Open the trunk, I dare you.

as if on cue the trunk door pops open and the exo men look down on us laying in their trunk, this isn't all of them though, where are the rest? I look up at them wishing looks could kill.

“awww you are such a good girl, I didn't even have to gag youu.” a dinosaur looking exo member said as he bent down to get me out of the trunk.

This time, this time when I shoot I wont miss.

The moment my feet touch the ground I feel a rush of adrenaline, I keep my composure until jennies feet does the same.

I close my eyes again readying myself for the moves im about to make. as they start walking us to what seems like a rundown hideout.

They are circled around me and jennie as we walk towards the destination and I look at the men in front of me, eyeing them up and down in search of a knife.

Bingo.

Spinning around as fast as I can in the direction of the knife in the mans pocket on the left of me, jennie quickly backs up planning on distracting atleast two of them.

I get my hands on it and move swift and fast cutting myself loose, cutting up an exo members leg and whatever else is in the way of jennie,

I cut her loose and spin again, always trying to use my speed as an element of surprise, I grab hold of a gun in someones hand and start shooting at everyone around us, as jennie follows my actions.

my shoulder takes a shot, as jennie grabs my hand and makes a run for it. 

we keep running into the dark forest for our lives as we try our best to avoid the bullets the are flying from behind us.

What a fucking night.

We spent the rest of night running through the woods and making sure I don't bleed to death. When we got back to condo, the sun was up and the rest of the girls were crying and loading machine guns. 

“We thought you guys were never going to come back!” they cried at us. I couldn't help but feel like shit, I wasn't on my a game last night and because of that my girls suffered. 

After that my shoulder was tended to by jisoo and we made our way to jiyongs place to talk about everything.

“I cant fucking believe this shit!”

“Jiyong what the hell are you talking about?” I said as I walked into his office with my girls

“im never gonna trust you with shit ever again.” oppa spoke in a vicious tone while walking towards me.

“Chill the fuck out jiyong!”  jisoo said about to step in front me, I put my arm out in front of her and walk into his personal space.

“Got a fucking problem?”

“Its your fault they got away, you unprofessional piece of trash. Do you know how much that night cost me!” well look at the balls on this one.

“I tried my best you fucking asshole don't do that to me I held up my end of the deal all you said I had to do was keep them there!” 

“Get the fuck out of my face aya, you and your girls are making me sick to my stomach, and don't even think for a second I was serious about me owing you!”

Ah shit my hands are gonna misbehave. suddenly my fist made their way to his jaw and accidently on purpose clocked the shit out of him.

“SHIT” 

My girls start giggling at the scene and I back away from jiyong as his eyes become wild with anger.

“Do you have a fucking death wish you bitch!?” yes.

“Nah, not really.”

He starts walking towards me again and I can finally tell that he’s not sober. He takes a slow swing at me and my face scrunches up in disgust.

I push his head backwards and he falls completely over. What a pig.

“Jiyong stop come on your better than this.” I said with a frustrated tone.

“DIGGIE” he screams for his body guard who does all his dirty work. Truth is jiyongs actually a little bitch, but hey gotta fake it till you make right?

“Do you really think that guy can kill our crazy asses?” rosé speaks with a raised eyebrow to jiyong, who is on the floor looking completely distressed.

“DIGGIE KILL THESE SLUTS”

“DIGGIE”

“diggie” his cry for his body guard becomes soft as he starts to sob.

“Come on, lets get outta here girls, he’s obviously really fucked up right now.”

“Don't worry jiyong, we’ll leave diggies head at the door for you.” 

All caught up?

AUTHORS NOTE : woooo! im doneeeee ayyy I had a lot of fun with this chapterrrr. I hope you guys enjoyed it! its like 5 30 right now sooo imma go to sleep nowww but thanks for reading! kisses <3 ~ laila

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[puroalgarete]

TASK 15

"Yo, ain't this like... the fifth time, that you've moved this year, man?" Josiah asked unable to keep a straight face, as he helped Emilio set up his flat screen television.

"Yeah, probably," Emilio laughed as he held the television set up against the beam. "Why?"

"'Cause like, you legit had no problem dumping boxes in every room real quick, like you already got the shit mapped out. Like, you don't even know if the shit'll work in that-"

"Bitch, I know what it gon' look like," Emilio's voice firm.

"How you know? If you ain't took it out the box?" Josiah cracked up, as he helped slide the television onto the bracket, as their other friends continued to bring in more boxes.

"'Cause... I... just... know! Now quit talkin' and finish settin' that shit in place, man. Esta televisión es jodidamente pesada, joder (This television is fucking heavy, fuck)," Emilio's grip on the television seemed to be feeling more strained, as his friend took his sweet time tightening the bolts.

"Okay, okay. Fine. What about your love life, man? That shit still a mess or que (what)?" Josiah was that one friend who simply couldn't do anything without talking.

"Yo, it's Emilio, you know that shit's always a mess, man," one of their other friend's called out from the top of the stairs.

"Oye, papí, just 'cause I'm holdin' this fuckin' big ass screen tv, don't mean I won't go up there and push your bitch ass down them motherfuckin' steps!" Emilio called back, trying his best not to move too much, since the weight of the television upon the bracket wasn't yet fully in place.

"Bitch, you wish the fuck you could!" His friend shouted back down, dancing at the top of the stairs, so that Emilio could get a clear view of him, as his cheek hugged the screen.

"Shut the fuck up, Paulie!" Emilio cracked up, shaking the television slightly. "Shit!"

"Yo, fuckin' hold the shit steady man, or it's gonna be, RIP to all them streamed fightin' matches and soccer games. For real," Josiah snapped, as his finger got pinched, when Emilio briefly moved the television.

"Alright, alright, alright. My bad," Emilio couldn't help but crack up again, as he tried to keep the television steady. "But, you been back there like five hours and my arm's 'bout to fall off into fuckin' nubs, man. Hurry that shit up. I'm gettin' hungry. Shit!"

"I'm almost done, shit. Gimmie a minute. Y'all always tryna rush me. Hold the fuck up. You want it lookin' good. Right?" Josiah often became snappy when he felt his work wasn't being appreciated. When in reality, they simply loved to tease him for being a perfectionist, with even the smallest of details.

Emilio on the other hand, cared more about the time spent with his friends to move things in, than he did, whether or not the television was at the proper height for his couch. He didn't care about those particulars. Just the time spent with those he cared about. Something he'd been losing sight of lately, with his growing addiction. Most people, would've been more terrified after an overdose. Not Emilio, he gave it a few days and was right back on heroin, only using a smaller dosage than before and only buying from people he knew didn't lace their drugs with fentanyl. Even his injection sights weren't anywhere people could see. True, he did sometimes use his arms, but recently, he began using other more less noticeable areas of his body to shoot up. So long as he didn't go too long without it, he was good. After having gone through a serious of withdrawals, whilst out at the beach last night, he decided that he'd put up a reminder on his phone. A reminder, so that he never goes past the moment, in which withdrawals could ever hit him again like a freight train. They were too painful and he'd nearly drowned. The Xanax having barely done much of anything for him without it.

"It's done," Josiah pulled out from behind the television and tossed his tools into a bucket not far from the wall.

"Finallyyyy," Emilio released his hold on the television, eyes on the screen, half expecting it to fall off the brackets. "Shit, so you really did finish settin' that up."

"Why you always gotta be doubtin' me, bro? Like, have I ever proven you wrong?" Josiah nudged, his arm as he too came around the front of the television, taking a few steps back to admire his work.

"All the time, man," Paulie laughed as he slid down the banister. "Also, I think it's kinda crooked."

"Shut up! It ain't!" Josiah rolled his eyes as he tossed an empty beer can at him.

"Yo, for real, man. I ain't lyin' come look from over here," Paulie cracked up, as he waved them both over.

Emilio looked from, Paulie, to Josiah, to his television set; before he too, walked over towards Paulie. He turned around and looked at the television, slightly tilting his head as he looked over the positioning of it.

"Well, at least it ain't fallin' off the wall though," Emilio cracked up, as he looked back at Paulie, who burst out into a laugh that echoed throughout the house.

"Man, fuck the both of y'all!" Josiah shoved the both of them, which caused Emilio to stumble and Paulie to fall off the banister and onto his back. The fall had yet to break his laughter.

Their friend, Roberto, came in from the hall, with one of the last boxes, looking them all over; completely out of the loop before his eyes landed on the television. His head tilting, as if studying a piece of art, before making a face that equaled that of someone picking up a scent so disgusting they couldn't not say something, to see if anyone else felt the same.

"Yo, that's tilted as fuck. ¡Todito nos vamos a ir con el cuello roto mirando eso! (We're all going to leave with a broken neck looking at that!)" Roberto, finally broke his silence, as he set the box aside, pushing it towards the wall.

"¡Vete a la mierda también! (Fuck you too!)" Josiah crossed his arms angrily as he plopped himself down on the couch they'd put together earlier.

"Yo, don't worry 'bout it. We can fix that shit later. Let's order some food. Okay?" Emilio plopped down next to him, throwing his arm over his his shoulder before pulling him into a headlock, kissing the top of his head. "I appreciate the fuck outta you. You know that, right? So what if it's a little crooked-"

"A lot crooked," Paulie dropped in.

"Bitch, you don't even know how to put ikea furniture together, shut up!" Josiah snapped back at him, still clearly annoyed by their input.

"Yeah. Whatever, man," Paulie crossed his arms, as he walked over to the love seat and plopped himself down on the other couch, with a heavy sigh.

That joke having hit a little close to home, after his failed attempt to help set up his girlfriend's ikea furniture. That she wound up setting up by herself, primarily because he had no idea how to follow simple directions, that included pictures. It'd become a joke he too, couldn't live down. Emilio, looked towards Paulie and smiled, then over at Roberto, as he waved him to come sit down as well.

"Who the fuck cares about any of that? Huh? We've all been through a whole bunch of shit this year, right?" Emilio sat up, loosening his hold round, Josiah's neck, as he spoke. "And look at our asses now. I'm goin' on tour. Roberto's gettin' married in a couple weeks. Josiah's in the police academy, like... who the fuck ever thought he of all people would wanna be a cop?"

"Yeah, well, somebody's gotta protect people of color out in them streets," Josiah sat up resting his head back on Emilio's arm.

"Exactly. And Paulie... he's in between jobs right now, but he's always lookin' up. 'Cause he knows God's got a plan for him," Emilio joked as he nodded his head towards Paulie.

"Yeah, and the big man ain't sharin' the damn plan. So, I gotta see what's out there. You know?" Paulie laughed, not even feeling remotely upset about the set back.

Emilio's eyes looked round the room at the guys he'd grown up with, and sighed. He'd hoped that that other friend could've been there to be a part of the process, as he had for all the other moves. Only, he'd had to go behind Emilio's back and help his father. He couldn't risk that happening again. Who knew what his father would be capable of now, knowing what he knew, thanks to the news, having divulged his use of heroin, being one of the main causes of his overdose.

"So, you gettin' back with, you know who?" Josiah chimed back in. He was always in the mood to talk about everyone's love life.

"With who?" Emilio asked, knowing precisely who he was asking about.

"Come on, man. You know," Josiah rolled his eyes, before nodding his head at him.

"I don't know, man. Lookin' like it's a no, man. Shit's mad complicated," Emilio shook his head, as he grabbed the joint from behind his ear, leaned forward and grabbed a lighter from the coffee table and sparked up.

"Whatchu mean? Y'all are always breakin' up and gettin' back together," Josiah went on, not picking up on the fact that Emilio didn't want to talk about it.

"Yeah? So? Eso no significa nada (That don't mean nothin')," Emilio sat back, taking a deep pull, as he looked up towards his ceiling, wanting to talk about anything but that.

He always seemed to fail at relationships, which was why he hardly ever got into them. They weren't really his style. He enjoyed his freedom, he lived for the ability to move fluidly through this world, without regret. But for some, that proved the wrong way to be. They were all trying to find wifey, if they hadn't already found her or him, while Emilio, he just wanted to enjoy life and everything life had to offer. He didn't need a wife or a relationship, all he needed was his music, just as much or possibly even less so, than drugs. At least lately. He'd been trying to tell himself, that that wasn't true. That he didn't need the drugs as badly as he did, but he did. It'd been several hours already, since he'd shot up, and he could feel that itch already starting back up. He hated it. The fact that outwardly, his body deceived his mind. His body knew, it knew long before his mind ever did, that heroin; that was the only love he really wanted. The only love he welcomed back with open arms, even after it killed him, even after it destroyed his relationship with his mother. He needed it.

"Your last place was haunted though, right?" Roberto asked, trying to change the topic.

"Un poquito (A little bit)," Emilio nodded his head, as a white cloud of smoke curled up towards the ceiling as he parted his lips and exhaled.

"You're not worried 'bout that shit happenin' again?" Paulie asked as he grabbed a bottle of beer from their cooler and twisted off the cap.

"All's I know is that, if it happens, it happens," Emilio laughed with a shrug as he handed the joint off.

"See? You should have that same feelin' 'bout you know who," Josiah smirked, as he grabbed the joint and placed it between his lips.

"Stop tryna make it happen, Josiah. It ain't gonna happen!" Roberto called out to him, as he too got himself a beer.

"What? She's fine as hell. That's all I'm sayin'. You know I don't mean no disrespect, man," Josiah laughed, taking a pull, before taking in another and handing it back to Emilio.

"Yeah, but shit ain't always that fuckin' easy, man. Anyway... 'bout them ghosts though," he laughed as he took in a major pull. He breathed the air back in his lungs, holding it in deep, letting it sit in his chest; trying to forget that itching feeling that started to radiate all over his body. But he had to ignore it. Needed to. “Besides... During the day, I don’t believe in ghosts. At night, I’m a little more open-minded.”

"Yeah, well, everyone's like that night, man," Paulie laughed. "Like you shut them lights off and you're in a paranormal movie and the only safe place is under them damn covers!"

"RIGHT?!" Emilio and the others called out, before all busting out into laughter.

"Yo, on another note. Is any of y'all gettin' dressed up for Halloween this year o que (or what)?" Emilio asked as he took one more pill, before handing it off to Roberto.

“Aren’t you a bit old to go Trick or Treating?” Roberto laughed as he grabbed hold of the joint.

"Never," Emilio grinned shaking his head in disagreement. "Besides, y'all both have a kid together. I'd of thought you'd be one of them family's wearin' group costumes and shit. With how much she's brought the shit up."

"For real, man. Your girl stay talkin' 'bout what y'all are gonna be wearin'," Josiah perked himself up.

"Yeah, that's what she thinks," Roberto rolled his eyes, taking in another pull.

"So, you really not gonna dress up, man?" Paulie asked shaking his head as well. "That's fucked up."

"What?! I don't wanna wear no fuckin' costume," Roberto snatched the beer from Paulie's hand and traded it for the joint instead, as he took a swig of it.

"It's 'cause you was raised Jehovah's isn't it?" Emilio leaned forward, with a serious look upon his face before they all erupted from laughter as Roberto nearly choked on his beer.

"That's cold, man," Roberto laughed, wiping his chin, as he handed the bottle back to Paulie.

"Not as cold as this boy denyin' true love," Josiah dropped in, trying to bring it back to that topic again. The truth was, he enjoyed hearing about Emilio's love life, which seemed more like that of a telenovela, than real life. Not that he truly believed that she was the love of his life or not. "No, but really. What about that other one? Your stepmom. You really hit that."

"Why you gotta be like that, man?" Emilio asked as he got up from the couch, walking over towards the cooler to pull out a beer.

"Like what?" Josiah asked raising his hands, as if he didn't know exactly what he was doing.

"Always askin' 'bout that shit. If I wanted to fuckin' get into that shit, I'd fuckin' get into it. You see me tryin' to talk 'bout any of that fuckin' shit?!" Emilio snapped back at him angrily, shooting up, without even grabbing a beer as he pulled his wet cold hands from the cooler. "No quiero hablar de ellos. ¡Joder, deja la mierda en paz! Me estás molestando con esa mierda. La vida no siempre se trata de con quién estás y con quién no. (I don't want to talk about them. Fuckin' leave the shit alone! You're annoying' the shit out of me with that shit. Life ain't always about who you with and who you not with). Shit! Like... come on, man. You know that shit had me fucked up, yet you stay bringin' that shit up. ¡Ya basta de eso!"

"Shit, alright, man. Calm the fuck down," Josiah sighed standing up coming up to him. "I'm sorry. Okay?"

There was a silence that followed, before Paulie piped up.

"We know you not about that one on one life, man. He's just bein' stupid. Hug it out so we can watch, Rugrats, on this big ass tv."

Josiah gave Emilio a hug and then grabbed them both a beer, before he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled Emilio back over towards the couch. Knowing fully well, he was still upset about things.

"Yeah, put them Rugrats on," Roberto added, raising the joint up towards the television.

"So, you'll watch cartoons but not dress up?" Emilio finally broke his silence with his disbelief of Roberto's logic.

"Yep," Roberto leaned over the couch and pulled out a beer. "Now, put that shit on that big ass screen, man!"

[stephicness]

Little Luxuries || Gladiolus Amicitia x Ignis Scientia

So @itshaejinju​ asked me for headcanons. And guess what? It turned into a goddamn fic. I think this is actually one of my longest written fics, with the other being Addicted. Thought o be honest, it was initially going to be just a headcanon ramble. But with how things played out, it turned into a really long fic. But hey, I have no regrets over it, because then I figured out how to finish up/start out Little Luxuries. It was a really weird process on how I actually went about this fic, but I’m okay with the result either way. 

Pardon my usual typos, because I’m a scrub who needs a better proofreader other than myself. Hope you enjoy it nevertheless, Jin! C:

Words: 5191 Pairing(s): Gladiolus Amicitia x Ignis Scientia (Gladnis), Bumbling Bit of Promptis Implied Too Warnings: Fluff to Angst, Awkward Romantics, A Crying Gladio, Hell of Alot of Reading

“Is it weird to like your best friend?”

Perhaps Gladiolus shouldn’t have asked Prompto of all people about this sudden yet profound realization, because the blond-haired chocobro stammered profusely and tried to justify that he and Noctis were just friends. “I mean, good for you, Prompto, but I’m talking about me.” Gladiolus was far too casual with the question as he sort of stared off and listened to Prompto continue to ramble more about Noctis. Despite his curiosity, he supposed Prompto had more he wanted to talk about.

Besides, all Gladiolus really wanted to talk about was Ignis.

He hated to admit it, the first time Gladiolus met Ignis, he thought Ignis was nothing more than a stuck-up nerd. Ignis just gave off that kind of air that just really pissed off Gladiolus. That, and when Ignis had the nerve to tell Gladiolus not to block the door to the dining hall with his brutish body... Well, that really didn’t rub Gladiolus the right way. He could only frown at Ignis because it’s not like he couldn’t really move aside when he was trying to guard the dining room. Ignis just rolled his eyes and pushed past Gladiolus anyways.

Well, that was rude. Gladiolus just frowned and returned to his place to keep guard.

The next day only grew more tedious as Gladiolus found out that he was to help Ignis train to become an official member of the Crownsguard too. This four-eyed nerd thought he could actually be a member of the Crownsguard? Just a servant? Well, they guard usually recruited people who were really devoted to the king and the royal family, so he guessed that was something important. Maybe Specs over there actually had something to bring to the table.

Cor eventually decided to test Ignis’s skills by letting him and Gladiolus spar. After all, if someone could challenge the King’s Shield and actually be able to keep on their toes, they’d be well on their way to becoming a good addition to the Crownsguard. Gladiolus could only scoff as he stepped up onto the sparring floor against the spectacle wearing individual. The guy didn’t really look like he had much muscle on him, but seeing Ignis take up the sword and spin it around his wrist with ease got Gladiolus to arch an eyebrow with curiosity. Huh… So he knew how to actually handle a sword.

Probably was good at handling a few other things too… This… nerd.

Gladiolus scoffed and got his own wooden sword as he circled the floor with the advisor. “I ain’t goin’ easy on you, Iggy. You better be ready.”

Ignis adjusted his glasses and nodded. “May the best fighter win.”

And you know what? Guess who won? Not Gladio. The King’s Shield (in-training) ended up smack on his ass with a wooden sword at his neck. And Ignis didn’t even break a sweat. Dammit. He let his guard down when fighting against Specs. But he wouldn’t let that happen again!

It did. Five times before Gladiolus laid there on the ground and just mouthed a ‘What the fuck?’ to himself as he looked up at Ignis. The green-eyed man stared for a long moment before he let out a small breath and held out his hand to Gladiolus to help him up. The big brute remembered that moment the most, because that was the first time he saw Ignis’s lips curl slightly into a smile. And yes, that was the first time Gladiolus found himself in Ignis hell.

As it turned out, there was a legitimate reason for why Ignis was allowed the chance to train to become a Crownsguard member – he was the advisor to Prince Noctis. That in itself was enough for Ignis to earn quite a bit of Gladiolus’s respect. The first time he had met Noctis, he wanted to punch the little asshole. Yet Ignis seemed to deal with him so easily. Time passed even more, and Gladiolus and Ignis became closer friends as well. They trained together, Gladiolus attended the induction ceremony for Ignis becoming an official member of the guard, they celebrated even with Noctis ‘conveniently’ having to spend the day… How was it that Noctis phrased it? ‘Not being there?’ Ignis was suspicious, but he was alright with just having dinner with Gladiolus and taking note of the dishes that they ate to maybe perhaps replicate it somehow. It ended up turning into a game as Gladiolus realized that Ignis knew almost every ingredient that was in their meal, so he ended up buying Ignis plates of food just to see how good he was at it.

That, and there was something about watching Ignis eat that caused Gladiolus to cross his legs rather quickly before he had to go to the bathroom and wash his face to calm himself down. Dammit. Why did this nerd have to be so attractive?

It was the little moments like those – their undeclared ‘dates’ – that Gladiolus really cherished, but he dared not ever say that he thought of them as dating to the strategist. He was okay with the idea of them just being friends, so Gladiolus really didn’t want to push it further with how married Ignis was to his job, and essentially Noctis. Ignis always had to take care of the prince, and that was fine, but Gladiolus really did wish he could get Ignis’s attention.

It wasn’t until four years after Ignis finished his training with the Crownsguard and almost seven years since meeting that Gladiolus had to push his feelings aside because, as fate would tell, it was time to take Noctis out into the open world to meet with Lunafreya for their wedding. That would mean that Ignis, once getting to Altissia, would be completely devoted to Noctis as his advisor. There would be no time for Gladiolus in the mix of things. And with what happened to Insomnia and hell breaking loose throughout Lucis, that would mean even less time for Gladiolus to squander on such little luxuries like love. So, with a heavy sigh, he had to try getting past his thoughts for Ignis. And it really did work. Worrying more about protecting the prince, the dumbass, and Ignis was more mentally draining than he thought. He had to make sure that they were all safe, and letting other thoughts distract him would only prove fatal to the group.

That is, until he caught Ignis staring at him. He hadn’t really noticed Ignis watching him much before, thinking of it more as Ignis maintaining eye contact when they spoke or him zoning out as he gripped his morning coffee and sat with Gladiolus after the shield’s training regime. But each day, he noticed Ignis staring for longer and longer. And it wasn’t until he heard a soft sigh from Ignis that he looked over and noticed Ignis smiling as he leaned back in his seat, as if taking in the moment. Gladiolus’s gaze softened as he lowered his fork.

“What? Whatcha lookin’ at, Iggy?”

“Oh, nothing at all.” Ignis took a sip of his ebony. “Just you, that’s all.”

Damn… Trying to move on from Ignis would prove to be harder than Gladiolus thought. Even after trying to talk to Prompto about it didn’t help, because we all know how that conversation turned out. Just aimless babbling about things other than what Gladiolus wanted to talk about. The king’s shield sighed and went back to reading his damn book.

It wasn’t until their first arrival to Lestallum that they were able to catch their break a little bit. Ignis had asked Gladiolus if he would want to go with him into the market to collect some things for cooking that evening. A celebration of sorts for reuniting with Iris and for their safe arrival to Lestallum, considering that it was quite a huge milestone after the pandemonium they had gone through just to get there. It was nice being able to actually have a moment to breathe, to take in the new city air and be able to relax again. Being out like this reminded Gladiolus of their ‘dates’ because in Insomnia too. Dates, friendly outings, whatever it was. Gladiolus was just happy to be able to spend time with Ignis.

They had just meant to collect their supplies for dinner that night, but once they arrived back, it appears that Noctis had left a note saying that he and Prompto were taking Iris and Talcott to go to Lestallum’s night market and arcade for ‘candy hunting.’ Children they all were, but that only resulted in Ignis claiming he wasn’t going to cook that night then, asking Gladiolus if he wanted to go out to eat instead. Gladiolus agreed, mostly because he could feel his stomach trying to devour itself after spending the day walking past stall foods and declining them because of what Ignis would have been making that night.

It was almost like the night that they had celebrated Ignis’s success in joining the royal guard, the two ordering food with the special stash of gil that they had both been hiding from Noctis (who was the atrocious spender). They’d order plates of food, getting Ignis to guess what the ingredients are before the would share the over-abundance of dishes together. By the time the night was over, they were both about ready to enter a food comatose state. It was rewarding to be able to indulge a little like this every once in a while, just the two of them.

“Anything else you wanted to try, Iggy? Pretty sure we have enough for dessert at least.” Gladiolus peered into his wallet while resisting the urge to frown. He spent all of his special stash of gil, so now he’d be tapping into the two-thousand gil he had out of his own pocket funds. Ah well, anything for Ignis, he thought.

“There… Is one thing that I’ve always wished to try, actually...”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

Gladiolus was stunned into silence when he turned back to Ignis, feeling the strategist place his lips against his own. He could taste the coffee on Ignis’s lips and breath from his meal, but Gladiolus didn’t mind it at all. He enjoyed the taste, more than he hoped to admit. Because once their lips connected, Gladiolus had refused to let Ignis go for some time, the two ending up locking lips and surprising each other with how long they allowed the action to continue. If it weren’t for the waiter clearing his throat and delivering their check, Gladiolus wouldn’t have been able to contain himself any longer and would have scared the entire restaurant with seven years’ worth of pent-up romantic tension.

The two ended up walking about together in silence, too awkward to really mention what exactly happened in that restaurant. But not awkward enough for Gladiolus to feel gloved fingers brush over his knuckles, Gladiolus to look at the slightly blushing Ignis, and the king’s shield to accept the gesture and lacing fingers with the strategist. They had to keep their eyes away from each other as they aimlessly wandered the city until someone said something. Anything at all to break the uncomfortable silence.

“So… I just wanted to say that-“

“I love you, Iggy.” True to his impulsive nature, Gladiolus spouted the first thing that came to mind when he wanted to break the silence. Still unable to look at Ignis, he just continued to let his words escape from him after he grumbled under his breath. “It’s just… Dammit. I really like you. Since you kicked my ass in the Crownsguard, I always think about you, and you’re my best friend. I didn’t want to mess that up, but it really sucks not telling you. Sorry for makin’ it awkward, but I really just-“

“I love you too, Gladio.” Gladiolus stopped his words as he looked up to the strategist. He felt his cheeks flare up as he took more notice in just how close Ignis was to him, expression soft and lips still swollen from their spontaneous make-out session at the restaurant. “I had known that you had feeling for me for a long time, but I never spoke of it in fears that perhaps I was just misreading signs. But I enjoyed all the dates that we went out on, back then and even tonight. And I think that as the future progresses, we will continue to appreciate the dates and time we spend with one another.”

Dates? Gladiolus had to resist the urge to clutch onto his tank top where his heart was. Damn. It was really cute hearing Ignis call them dates. But he merely tilted his head, trying to act as if he was genuinely surprised (because he tooted his own horn when he said that his dates were amazing. Anyone would say that). “Really? You think so?”

“I think we both know so. Each time I was able to spend time with you, the happier I became. But with how hectic everything has become, it’s been rather difficult to find the chance to spend time with you again… I’ve missed this quite a bit.” Green eyes met Gladiolus’s amber gaze as fingers held on tighter. “I’ve missed you.”

Gladiolus’s cheeks flared up hotter than fire before he had to awkwardly look down, his hand reaching up and instinctively ruffling Ignis’s hair as if to brush away the embarrassment he felt form Ignis’s words. “Damn that was really cute… I’ve missed you too, Iggy. I mean it.”

“That’s good to know then…” Ignis adjusted his glasses and nervously as he let out a breath. “And I, um… Apologize for making the situation tense by what I did back at the restaurant earlier. It was rude and impulsive of me.”

Gladiolus chuckled a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You should be rude and impulsive more often then.” Ignis looked up at Gladiolus as the taller man stepped closer and took Ignis’s other hand into his own. “Kissing you was something I’ve always wanted to try too.”

“Was it now…?” Ignis’s shoulders relaxed as he returned a small smile to the other man, hands gripping a bit tighter onto Gladiolus’s as he hushed his voice as two bodies got closer. “You’ve yet to do it, so I think now would be the perfect chance to do so.”

The laughter from Gladiolus only encouraged Ignis to smile wider as his arms reached up to wrap around Gladiolus’s neck, the shield’s arm securing themselves around Ignis’s waist as their foreheads rested together. They took in each other’s gaze once more, as if taking in a high for the first time before lips met each other once again. It was something in that moment that made the seven years of doting after each other great. Because over the years, they were both able to realize just how much they really liked each other. And something in that moment really just clicked. It was never the right time or the right words, but now… It felt like everything was perfect. If Gladiolus believed in the stars aligning type thing, he’d think that it happened with Ignis. Those sorts of things were only in fiction, and yet it was hard to believe it was a reality. A reality based on a fantasy? A fantasy based on reality? Whatever it was, Gladiolus didn’t mind the feeling. He didn’t mind it at all.

He hadn’t smiled that much in over ten years now. Now, it seemed more like he all he ever did was frown.

Like now.

The frown spread over his face as he peered down into the bottom of the tin. Really? It was already almost gone? He could have sworn that he went out only a few weeks ago and had gotten a fresh supply of it, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough. The coffee grounds were depleted with only enough for just barely a coffee pot’s worth. He’d have to make a trip back out to see if the outposts had any more of the Ebony grounds, but the chances would be slim, he imagined. Coffee was starting to become a luxury now.

But a luxury worth spending on as he put the remaining grounds into the coffee filter and started up the machine before venturing towards the bathroom.

He let out a sigh, as he rubbed the back of his neck. Fingers tangled through his messy brown hair. He hadn’t realized just how long his hair had gotten now that he mentioned it. But time passed by fast when there wasn’t a sun to dictate time cycles. Faster than he anticipated, and one that showed on his face whenever he looked at himself in the mirror every morning. Bags under his eyes, scars on his face and torso, small deformities from the broken bones that didn’t quite heal properly… He looked worn and beaten. Ten years ago, he was a lively guy, eager to go out and take on the world as the King’s trusted shield, ready to fight anyone who dare tried to pick a fight with him or his friends. He was young and naïve back then, unhardened by the conflict of daemons and fate. Times were simpler back then, that was for certain, and he wasn’t the young and abrasive man he used to be. It was kind of a shame really…

But others had it worse, he supposed. Like one face that had stumbled into the bathroom as well, a foot stomping down to secure himself as he staggered forward with a hand gripping at the doorway as he grunted in frustration. Even if this was his own place, he still had trouble navigating properly without his cane. The rugged man stood upright and quickly turned towards the staggered figure, helping him get his footing by taking his empty hand into his own. A hand slipped behind the other man, allowing the slim and shaky man to get his footing.

“You okay, Iggy…?”

“Yes, Gladio. I’m quite alright…”

A soft smile turned upwards to him once Ignis had gotten his footing. But the expression on his face only caused his muscles to tense and bring a numbing pain into his shoulders. It had been ten years of being able to finally love Ignis, and it felt so uneasy to be around him. Because every time he was able to look at Ignis’s face, he was reminded about the time he wasn’t able to protect his friends from the horrors of the world. To protect Noctis from the fate he had to succumb to as part of the prophecy. To protect Prompto from reliving the trauma and anxiety of knowing he was an magitek monster. And most importantly, to protect Ignis from being scarred and blinded for the rest of his life by a madman like Ardyn. The burned and carved scar over Ignis’s left eye, the deep wounds over the bridge of the strategist’s nose and lip… All of those scars were ones that Gladiolus could have helped prevent. He could have saved Ignis from what had happened if he just went with him. If he found a way to get back to Ignis and protect him. Save him. Ten years Ignis had to suffer with his blindness. To live in a world even darker than what Eos had become.

But even so, after being branded with such an awful memory, Ignis still was able to smile at Gladiolus. It was a wonder how anyone could smile after such an awful thing to happen. Why did he never get angry over his own injury? To show sadness over his own suffering? Why did he never cry over this loss and tragedy? The thought of it all was a dagger that twisted into Gladiolus’s heart until is fell into the pit of his stomach.

“Gladio?”

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Ignis’s voice break through the noise in his mind. Though he knew Ignis’s vision was void, it felt as if the other man’s eyes pierced into him with worry. Perhaps concerned about the lack of sound that came from him beyond a grunt in response to being disturbed from his wandering thoughts. Ignis let out a breath as he hung his head. Fingers squeezed Gladiolus’s hand a bit tighter as he released the doorway and stood properly before the other man.

“If you are thinking about what I think you are, please don’t dwell too long on it… I’m fine, Gladio. Truly, I am.” Gladiolus’s eyes widened before they relaxed again, his head bowing away from Ignis. Even when he couldn’t see him anymore, Ignis always was able to read Gladiolus like an open book. How he managed to do it was beyond Gladiolus’s knowledge, but Ignis took pride in his ability to tell how a person was. He was quite skilled at doing it with Noctis, but he was even better at telling what was on Gladiolus’s mind. Hesitant fingers gingerly reached up, brushing over the other man’s collarbone as they searched carefully over the features of Gladiolus’s face. Slowly, tenderly, all to memorize the details of a face that remained burned into his mind. And when they reached the other man’s cheek, Ignis could gently cup his hand around it as his thumb brushed over the thin scar over Gladiolus’s cheek. “Does my appearance truly bother you though…?”

“N-No. It’s not that.” He was quick to stop Ignis’s line of questioning, reaching up and placing his hand over Ignis’s as he leaned down to the rest his forehead against the other man’s. Physical contact was one of the only things that allowed Ignis to know that Gladiolus was nearby. And allowed Gladiolus to remember that there was someone still worth fighting for in a darkening world. He grew quiet as his mind continue to wander again, but mostly to recompose the words that seemed to escape him as he looked down at Ignis’s expression. “It’s just…” He hesitated again, but soon a soft chuckle followed.

“Just what? Why are you laughing?”

“Sorry... Just realized how you take my breath away.” Gladiolus was glad that he didn’t have to show the smile that only grew wider on his face when Ignis’s expression was taken aback with embarrassment, cheeks reddening before Ignis grumbled and buries his head underneath Gladiolus’s chin. Gladiolus chuckled again in response and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist as Ignis’s arms wrapped themselves around the bodyguard’s neck. The soft sensation of Ignis’s breath against his skin, a gentle brush of fingertips against his back – those were things that reminded him of ten years ago. Lestallum. That ever-so fateful night… He hummed to himself before he placed a small kiss on Ignis’s temple and rested his head back on top of Ignis’s messy hair. “I just… You ever think about what it’d be like…? If none of this shit ever happened?”

“What do you mean?” Ignis pulled his head from under Gladiolus’s chin while his hand felt along towards the other man’s skin.

Gladiolus took Ignis’s hand into his own and placed it upon his cheek to help Ignis. “I mean, would things be different if we never went to Altissia? If after everything that happened there, we just didn’t go? Noct would still be there, Prompto wouldn’t be so distant…”

“I wouldn’t be blind?” The shield’s silence only confirmed it for Ignis. The strategist diverted his expression towards the ground as his hand slide from Gladiolus’s scarred and weary face. He let out a heavy breath, a silence befalling over him before he thought of his words again. “Gladio, do you remember when we were in Lestallum for the first time? That night where we walked together and you told me that you loved me?”

“How could I not remember?” The bodyguard has to look away as frowned to himself. He remembered having blurted out his affections to Ignis in the head of the moment, causing such an awkward silence in the air before Gladiolus just kept spouting out whatever he damn-well felt like. He couldn’t forget such a dumb moment in his life. But most importantly, he couldn’t forget looking into Ignis’s green eyes during that moment and falling deeper in love with the strategist when he heard Ignis say those amazing three words. Gladiolus smiled to himself as he gave a small nod. “Yeah… I do remember back then. Better times, those were.”

“Perhaps… But the one thing I remember the most about that conversation was me telling you that I enjoyed spending my time with you, and I hoped that the time we spent together in the future would be just as enjoyable.” Ignis turned his head up again, hesitant hands reaching up before they grazed over the bodyguard’s cheeks and caressed his cheeks while haunting greyish eyes stared into Gladiolus’s soul. “I have never once regretted spending time with you. Not back then, not now, and most certainly not ever.” He tilted his head gently at Gladiolus. “When was the first moment that you knew you loved me?”

Gladiolus answered without hesitation. “When you first smiled at me.”

“Do you know how I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life?”

“No…”

Ignis smiled and guided Gladiolus’s forehead down against his own. “It was the moment you called me ‘Iggy.’ I would see you every day, wanting to spend time with you as much as I possibly could. But the thing I remembered the most wasn’t the longing glances or the adventures we had together. It was the sound of your voice when I heard you say my name. I knew that no matter what happened, just hearing you say my name would be more than enough for me. Because even if actions speak louder than words, your voice – your words – they spoke the loudest to me.” He paused in his words when he noticed a silence that weighed upon the air. And soon, the felt a wetness roll over this hands, a heavy breath that heated the air around them as he felt the flesh under his fingertips tremble. “Gladio…?”

“Iggy.” The strategist gasped as he felt arms pull him closer, his own arms caught in a tangled position as Gladiolus held him tight against the other man’s muscular form. An iron-tight grip, one refusing to let go as Ignis felt hot breath and small tears fall onto his shoulder. The King’s Shield was an unbreakable wall, one that refused to falter when danger and conflict arose. And yet, all of his defenses fell when he heard Ignis’s words, saw the soft and gentle curl of Ignis’s lips. After all these years, Ignis was still able to smile because he was okay with just the little fact that he could hear Gladiolus’s voice. To hear him say his name. And those words alone caused Gladiolus’s demeanor of strength shatter to pieces as he embraced Ignis tighter. “Fuck…! I’m so sorry, Iggy. I should have tried harder to protect you. I wanted to make sure you were safe, but that didn’t stop that bastard Ardyn for doing what he did to you! I couldn’t do shit to get to you in time. And even after all the shit you’ve gone through, you’re stronger than I am about it all.” He gave a sorrowful chuckle as his breath hiccupped. “Dammit… I can’t win against you. I try so damn hard, and I still lose.”

“I know, Gladio… You try your best. But to me, it’s always enough.” Ignis adjusted his arms, allowing themselves to wrap around Gladiolus in return as eyes closed. “I love you, Gladio. You and all of our little luxuries.”

“I love you too, Iggy.” The strategist allowed Gladiolus to take all the time he needed to recover, his hand gently stroking the other man’s back with light touches that eased the weeping man into a calmer state. Gladiolus never cried, never tried to show people such vulnerability. But perhaps that’s where he and Ignis were the same. They both tried to be strong, but even the strongest of defenses have a weakness. Gladiolus’s was Ignis. Ignis’s was Gladiolus. The King’s Shield let out a shaken breath as he pulled away to wipe his eyes on the back of his arm. He hated crying. He hadn’t done it since he was a little kid, so the feeling was new. But after being so overwhelmed with all of the chaos in the world around them, he needed it. And that was alright, since he had Ignis with him – the one whom he fell in love with the moment Ignis’s smile graced him with its presence. Gladiolus let out a heavy sigh before he looked back at Ignis, reaching for the strategist’s hands again as he looked over the top of Ignis’s head. “Shit… I forgot I made you some Ebony. It’s probably cold now.”

“We can make another pot for the both of us to share then. There’s no worries about that.”

Gladiolus scratched his cheek as he grunted a bit. “Actually, that was the last of it.”

“O-Oh.” Ignis frowned a bit as he cleared his throat. “Well then… That truly is a predicament.”

“Sorry, Iggy.”

“Don’t be.” Ignis gestured with his hand behind him as a faint smirk played over his lips. “I always use the Ebony that you get for me, so we have yet to tap into the Ebony that I’ve collected for myself.”

Gladiolus stared at Ignis for a long moment. “…You telling me that you have your own stash of Ebony?”

“We must never deplete the stock, Gladio. So when Aranea reported to me that an Ebony delivery truck was on the outskirts of Galdin Quay, I simply couldn’t refuse to go with her to collect what remained.”

“You really love your Ebony, don’t you?” Gladiolus scoffed, his hands brushing over Ignis’s hips as he slowly guided him towards the kitchen with a grin over his face. “You love it more than me?”

“Hm… You two are certainly close together on the list of things that I like. Ebony is among one of the little luxuries we have. But you…” Ignis smiled and leaned closer to Gladiolus, the shield meeting Ignis half way and resting his forehead against the other man’s in response. “You are my favorite luxury.”

Gladiolus smiled down at Ignis, fingers lacing with Ignis’s slender digits as his other hand reached up and brushed itself over the strategist’s cheek. “And you’re mine. I love you, Iggy, and each and every moment I get to spend with you.”

“And I love you. Always.”

Their lips met each other once again as Gladiolus guided Ignis towards the kitchen once again. Perhaps things weren’t perfect between the two, with many things left unsaid as time progressed and scars remained. But it was the little luxuries like this that made every minute with the other more blissful than the next.

#stephic writings #fanfiction #long fic #final fantasy xv #ffxv #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #gladnis #brotherhood!gladnis #present day!gladnis #timeskip!gladnis #you basically get a gladnis of every age in this fic! #aaaaaaye #i cry a bit though #because this fic is so damn long #to me anyways #that and the aaaaangst #hope you're ready for a crying gladio #because i sure as hell wasn't #i love dramedies

[jelixpo]

Good Intentions, Bad Decisions

Felix takes Jack out to a baseball game and then a dinner date afterwards, which is all apart of a bigger plan. But when Felix thinks too far ahead things start to go wrong and an unexpected trip to the hospital ruins his plans. It may not have been the outcome he wanted, but it was what he needed.

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They were exiting their car outside of the baseball stadium, Jack buzzing with a cocktail of excitement, while Felix is as calm as he can be. The Irishman makes his way around the car to him while shouldering his backpack. Both out of habit and because he’s used to having contact with the other, he boldly reaches out to hold his hand. Felix watches him while they begin to walk side by side towards the large structure.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just excited,” he chuckles.

“I could tell,” Felix huffs, and when Jack gives him a look he elaborates, “You get all fidgety when you’re excited like you can’t sit still.”

“It's just that,” Jack pauses, sifting through the excited thoughts in his head, attempting to find a coherent sentence, “I just love baseball games, especially since I haven’t been able to watch this team play in person for a few years,” he enthuses. He didn’t think he’d get to go at all because he’d been too busy to realise that there was a game coming up, but when he opened an envelope Felix had given him on his birthday with the tickets inside he’d jumped up and hugged his boyfriend, so happy that someone knew him so well to know to get them, even when Jack hadn’t said anything about it. “Thank you so much for getting the passes in the first place Fe.”

Felix waves his hand, “That’s fine, you’ve thanked me a lot already,” he smiles suggestively, making Jack knock into his side in retaliation. It makes Felix laugh but he gives his hand a quick squeeze out of view of everyone else, hidden in their sides because they’re so close.

They still don’t let go of each other’s hands when they get inside. They show their tickets and go to make their way to their seats, but Jack notices the snack counter. And just like that, Felix finds himself being pulled over to the counter lined with sweets the size of baseballs themselves. Jack’s eyes flash over the chalkboard menu if only for a moment before a word waterfall comes tumbling from his lips.

“We’ll take two medium popcorns, two large cokes, and a Coconut Countdown,” Jack has to shout over the crowd of people lined up behind them, all talking amongst themselves. His loud voice easily reaches the cashier's ears and the girl quickly rings up their order, placing their requested items on the counter in front of them as she did so.

“What’s a Coconut Countdown?” Felix asks quickly.

“Oh, it’s like this big chocolate ball covered in coconut shavings. It’s good, you’ll like it!” Jack replies back. He quickly scoops up the items after paying and, after handing over Felix’s respective drink and popcorn bag, they then make their way over to their seats.

Getting past the sea of people rushing to do the same thing isn’t easy, they bump into some people but apologies come quickly after, and the person makes sure to let it go in return. They scootch past knees after they find their row number, and Felix is glad that he made sure to get two seats a near to the isle. Jack drops into his seat with a huff and Felix makes sure to be more careful to the poor plastic chair.

A curious child is sat at Jack’s other side and they keep pulling on his sleeve, but he doesn’t seem to mind letting the kid marvel over his jacket. Felix almost doesn’t know how he’s so good with children, he’s not the type of person that could deal with the physical contact of a random stranger though, too awkward and uncomfortable with that sort of thing. Jack’s always been better at dealing with that sort of thing, though; at thinking on the spot, making up for his imperfections as he went along or allowing them pass by if he can’t fix them. Jack was Felix’s mental rock in a way, or like a stress ball, always able to keep him grounded and, if Jack ever needed it in return, Felix knew how to calm him. At this point, Felix didn’t know what his life would be like if he didn’t have Jack in it.

“What are you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“Like what? I’d never look at you,” Felix says, playing dumb to how long he must have been staring at Jack while his thoughts went on a tangent.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” He asks rhetorically, “What were you even thinkin’ about? Cause you were staring at me for a creepy long time.”

“I was thinking about how much I love you,” Felix coos, not wanting to give up the full truth, even though it must be projected in his gaze.

“Awe, babe, you’re a sap. But I love you too,” Jack looks out at the field for a moment, surveying the players as they begin to walk out and around their respective team’s benches, “Hey look! It’s Jazz Chisholm!” He perks up, tapping Felix’s arm as he does so.

“Damn, he’s got a nice ass,” Felix whistles as he teases, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. His comment spurts a giggle out of Jack.

“Does he have a better ass than me?” Jack turns to look as Felix as he bats his eyes, pushing out his bottom lip in a sappy sort of way. Felix turns to look at his boyfriend’s pouting baby face and for a moment the world slows. As goofy as the expression may be, Jack’s crystal blue eyes are on full display, and it enchants him for a moment. He snaps out of it quickly, and puts on a sly grin to cover his moment of hesitation.

“No one can top your ass, babe,” He slurs out in a toned down voice as he bounces his eyebrows up and down on his face. Jack chuckles in response and, as he turns his head back to the field, he replies.

“Never stopped you from trying, now did it?” Jack teases back. Felix scoffs as his mouth hangs open for a moment, before shoving his fingers into his popcorn to chuck a couple at Jack’s face. Jack goes into a giggling fit as he raises his shoulders in an attempt to cover his face.

The game starts shortly after. There’s a fanfare from a brass band and the crowd cheers as each team runs onto the field, the British national team that Felix and Jack support wearing all white, and they cheer along with the rest of the crowd when they see them. The coach talks to his team, them gathered around him and the opposing team does the same. They break apart a few minutes later and the coach goes to the dugout along with some of the other players, and they wait for the game to begin.

It does shortly after, and the other team is off to a flying start, getting a run within twenty minutes. Jack almost swears out of frustration, but remembers the small child to his left, so he refrains himself.

One of the other team is switched to the position of throwing, and the British team continues on the losing streak by getting two missed swings. The game continues much the same way, the British team being outdone time and time again without much that they could do to counter. In between innings is when Jack realises that they have a ‘kiss cam,’ which he’d only heard about before but had never gotten the chance to see one done in person. It was a really nice opportunity for couples or cute moments. It almost made him wish that he and Felix could get the chance to do that, for him to advertise how much he loves the other by kissing in front of all these people, but the option to do that is rare at best.

But he does get the chance. It comes to the last inning and they wait to see who the lucky people are that get to kiss, but when the screen comes to the crowd all they can see are themselves. Sure, Jack is used to being on camera, and so is Felix, but it’s a little intimidating to see themselves on that huge screen. Felix covers his face with his jacket collar, feeling awkward and getting a flush to his cheeks. ‘Fuck it,’ Jack thinks and goes to climb onto Felix's lap. Throwing his leg over, he straddles him clumsily, pulls his hands away and swoops in to kiss the sense out of his boyfriend. They can hear the crowd cheering around them as Jack keeps Felix held in place, drawing out the wonderful moment for as long as he can. Jack feels cheeky and teasing, and almost thinks about flicking his tongue in for an extra bit of spice, but he knows that could break Felix here and now, so he reluctantly pops off. Felix has this shell shocked look on his face that makes Jack feel smug, so he has a large grin on his face as he dismounts from Felix's legs and slumps back into his seat.

Jack feels a clap on his shoulder and the guy behind him laughs, “I think you broke the poor man!”

That makes Jack huff, “I think I did, didn’t I?”

Felix hadn’t expected Jack to be so eager to kiss him like that when he’d seen his face on that giant screen, a peck on the cheek is the most that he had thought Jack would be willing to do but, of course, he had to blow his expectations out of the water, “Yeah, you certainly did.” They hear the group of men seated behind them laugh boisterously, and then hands come down to pat at Felix’s shoulders, as if to congratulate him on a job well done. Felix can feel the heat in his cheeks get even hotter, turning his face to a bright pink hue.

The game starts back up a moment after, but it takes a while before Felix can really begin to focus on it again, his mind swirling in the sewer. He almost wishes he could go back to focusing on his thoughts, though, as the last inning proves to be a real shit show. A strike and then a foul ball. It’s almost like the team just gave up for the last inning, seeing as they were already losing by a substantial amount. He was hoping that the British team, being the visitor, would try harder to win, but it seems that isn’t the case. He doesn’t want to, but his eyes betray him as they flash up to the scoreboard.

VISITOR - R:1 H:3

HOME    - R:8 H:9

He hisses at the pathetic score, catching Jack’s attention in the process. His Irish partner follows his eyes to the scoreboard and makes a similar sound of disappointment. The both of them look over at each other, sharing in a moment of disappointment in their team before turning back to the game. Not two moments later was their team swinging another strike and ending the game in shameful defeat. Jack throws his hands up, not so much in anger, but merely surprise at how a game can end so bad.

“I guess that’s that then,” Jack huffs, turning to Felix as he begins to speak.

“I guess so,” Felix sighs in response, “What a shit show,” He shakes his head slightly, “I shouldn’t have expected any different, but you always hold out hope that a team can get better,” he says as he picks himself up from his seat.

Felix hums as he begins the journey back out of the stands again. Even though their team lost he still had a great time. It was rare that he got the chance to go out with Jack like this and he savours every moment, every second that he gets to spend with Jack. No matter what they’re doing he treasures it anyway.

They’re back in the car again and on their way home when Jack's voice comes from beside him, “Er, Fe I think you just took a wrong turn,” he points out.

Felix smiles secretively, “I know,” he says simply and slides his hand out to hold his boyfriends, “The night doesn’t stop just yet, babe.”

Felix pulled up in the parking lot of a really nice looking restaurant. The outside was well lit with soft lighting, and string lights were hung all around the building. Jack turned to Felix with his mouth agape, only to be met by the sight of his boyfriend suddenly having slipped on a black suit jacket over top of his white T-shirt, his arm stretched out towards Jack with a similar suit jacket in hand.

“You- you’re a sap.”

“So, did I do well?” Felix asks smugly.

“You definitely did, I didn’t know you had it in ya,” Jack says cheekily, earning him a flick on the knee.

“And you haven’t even seen the inside yet…”

When they step inside Jack is immediately awestruck. The building is immaculate, with matching string lights from the outside hanging from the roof inside, entertwined in white, sheer fabric that has been draped along the roof panels, coming together at certain points to bunch up and then cascade down to the floor like an elegant waterfall. The roof adds a homely and comforting feeling to the area, with it���s blank white colour being accentuated by dark wood panels, designed to both match the dark wood flooring and uphold the structure without any middle supporting beams. As well, about a foot away from the wall, the roof meets an edge where it then begins to curve up into a dome, making the space feel large just by the roof alone. In the centre of it all hangs a beautiful, glistening, crystal chandelier, which acts to light up the beautiful paintings adorning the walls. Unique marble statues stand stately along the walls.

“Oh my god,” It all Jack can say as he looks around, “Felix,” He reaches and slightly squeezes at his boyfriend’s shoulder, almost feeling underdressed in the quick suit jacket he had been provided. He has to tear his eyes away from the stunning scene before him to look at Felix, who has a duey smile spread across his face. Just by Jack’s expression Felix knows he did well.

It’s not long before a waiter comes over to the two of them and takes them over to the table which Felix had reserved for the two of them. It’s a quiet little booth situated off to the side of the rest of the restaurant, allowing the two of them to still admire the beautiful interior while also staying away from the noise of the rest of the crowd. Although there wasn’t much noise to have to drown out already, as there was not that many people there to begin with, both from how fancy the restaurant was and how late at night it was. The waiter quickly talks through a rehearsed spiel of the day’s specials, what’s best on the menu, as well as taking their drink orders before leaving the two of them alone.

“This place is breathtaking,” Jack speaks up, “You didn’t have to do all this for me. Honestly, I would’ve been fine with just some food on the way home,” He tries to reason with Felix. He almost feels guilty for Felix having done this for him, almost undeserving. Felix could see Jack’s guilt in his eyes.

“I wanted to do this for you,” Felix cooed softly, reaching across the table and gently taking Jack’s hand in his as he said so, “You’re worth it to me,” A rosy hue forms quickly on Jack’s cheeks and he turns away for a moment, smiling bashfully.

“You’re so sappy today!” Jack giggles slightly, trying to regain his composure, “What’s going on?” He asks, looking up into Felix’s eyes as he does so. Felix’s eyes go wide for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure.

“Can’t a man just want to treat the most important person in his world to a nice dinner every once in a while? Is that a crime?” He asks back, his calming voice causing Jack’s heart to flutter. Jack scoffs in an attempt to cover the sound of his own rapid heart beat.

“Well, no. It’s just unusual,” Jack replies, rolling his eyes as a smile plays on his lips. Felix chuckles at his boyfriend’s failed attempt to cover his own bashfulness.

Felix takes his free hand off the table and moves it down to his pocket, then moves his head down to check where his hand was, attempting to look as if he is checking his phone. As calm as can be, he slips his hand into his pocket and digs around in the fabric for a second before his fingers slip across a cool, metal object. He gently takes the ring in between his fingers and massages it gently, as if checking to make sure that is was all right. He can’t help but huff out a small laugh at himself at how many times he had checked his pocket over the course of the day, constantly worried about losing the small piece of metal that meant so much to him, and would mean the world to Jack.

Jack’s voice draws Felix out of his thoughts, “What are you laughing at?” He teases, a smirk on his face. Felix smiles up at him.

“Just thinking about how much I love you,” He cooes back. He loves watching Jack blush and giggle, the feeling of bashful embarrassment being foreign to the Irishman.

“Stooop!” Jack whines, taking on the voice of a child, “You’re making me blush!” He giggles.

The waiter eventually comes back to the table with the couple’s champagne in hand. He takes the couple’s orders and in a flash Jack and Felix are eating and laughing together, both taking turns to make the other blush. However, with Felix’s constant barrage of compliments and expressions of affection, Jack is the one who goes through the most giggling fits and adorns the pink hue on his cheeks for practically the entirety of the night. Eventually they finish their meals and the waiter comes and takes their plates.

“We’ll get the check now, please,” Jack says as the waiter is about to walk away from the table.

“Actually, a desert for your meal has already been ordered and paid for,” The waiter smiles back at him then, before Jack can say anything else, the waiter walks away. Jack turns to look at Felix, a confused smile on his face.

“More surprises? What’s going on?” He asks. Felix’s smile only grows wider as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” Felix replies smoothly. He then fakes a surprised look and brings his fingers up to the corner of his mouth, “Oh, you have a bit of food right there on your face.”

“Oh, really?” Jack replies, honestly believing Felix for a moment.

“Yeah, you should go to the bathroom to wash it off,” Felix smiles mischievously. It’s then that Jack catches on to Felix’s scheme.

“Yeah, okay, all right,” Jack shakes his head as he stands up from the table, “And uh, how long do you think I should spend cleaning my face, huh?” He asks sarcastically.

“Oh, y’know, like 7 minutes should be good,”

“All right, well… See you in 7 minutes then,”

As soon as Jack disappeared behind the bathroom door, the waiter rushed out with a covered plate in hand. Felix cleared away the small decorations on the centre of the table for the man to set down the plate, saying a small “thank you” as the waiter made sure to properly centre it. The waiter placed fancy forks strategically around the plate and then walked excitedly back to his working position. Felix took a deep breath in as he rubbed his hands together anxiously. He gently lifted the cover for the plate and placed it down on the table, revealing a beautifully decorated slice of cheesecake which had been garnished with crushed sandwich cookies, as well as dolips of whip cream both on top of the slice and around the plate. Felix gently took the ring out of his pocket, pausing only a moment to admire it.

He truly loved the ring he had picked and hoped Jack would love it just as much as he did. From afar, it seems like a simple, silver wedding band, only a half centimetre in thickness. However, only once you stepped closer to it and truly examined the piece of metal did you see it’s true beauty. Intricate lines of lace and pattern had been carved into the side of it, it’s pattern only repeated once on the other side of the ring itself. If you stepped even closer, you would see the small gems which had been placed along the intricate lines, designed to catch the light in its true beauty. Along the inside of the ring is cool, smooth silver, designed to sit comfortably on its wearer, but not just that. On the inside was also carved small letters, designed to imprint the words “私の生命の愛” on whoever wore it, translating from Japanese to mean “[The] love of my life”. And it was true, Jack truly was the love of Felix’s life. He hoped Jack would love it.

Felix gently places the ring on the top of the cheesecake and, using his fork, attempts to slightly cover it with the whip cream that was on top. He couldn’t wait to see how surprised Jack would be once he saw the ring. He works with extreme precision to place the cover for the tray back on top of the plate, concealing the desert. He could feel his anxiety bubbling up in his head, but he worked hard to push it down. He couldn’t let it get to him, not now. He was certain this would go well. He had everything rehearsed in his head. Just then, as if on que for a show, Jack emerges from the bathroom. An already present smile on his face grows even wider as he spots the tray on the table. He gently takes his seat back at the table, being careful not to disrupt the centerpiece at all.

“Do you want to do the reveal, or should I?” Jack asks gently, his heart radiating warmth at the effort which Felix was putting into all this. Felix couldn’t help but huff a laugh as he looks down at the table, blushing.

“I think you should,” Felix replies softly.

He hears the ‘shing’ of the cover as Jack picks it up, and the Irishman’s small gasp is all Felix needs to hear. His anxiety falls completely off his shoulders. Jack places the cover down on the table, still not speaking. Felix knows he may start crying any minute, so he chooses to close his eyes as he begins a speech he’s been planning ever since the day he met Jack.

“Sean, when I say you mean everything to me, I want you to know I really mean it. You are my everything. I know I don’t always know how to show how I feel, or how to be romantic, or anything like that. But I want you to know how truly special you are to me and to my life. You can make my day better with just your presence in the room with me. You’re my rock, Sean, and I don’t know what I’d do without the stability you give me. When I feel like I can’t stand on my own you hold me up. Sometimes it’s hard just to go on with the day, or even get out of bed.

“But when I’m with you, I feel like I can do anything. When you hold my hand, no one can hurt me. Sean, you are honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I mean that in earnest. You make me a better version of me. In everything I do, in everything I say, think, feel, you’re there. You’re in my thoughts so much that sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to think of anything else, but I don’t want to think of anything else. Sean, you’re everything to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you by my side, which is why I want to have you stand with me forever. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And Sean, I-”

Felix was interrupted as Jack’s hand abruptly came down to smack against the edge of the table, gripping it tightly. Felix’s eyes shot open, looking straight forward at the desert in front of the both of them.

Jack had taken a bite.

A chunk of the cheesecake was missing.

The ring was gone.

Jack’s eyes squint at the feeling of it grinding down his throat, and he gags, but it doesn’t seem to budge. People turn to look at the commotion, which makes Felix feel more than frustrated. He stands up and pleads, “Someone, please help, I don’t know what to do!” His voice is panicked and he hopes that someone would understand the severity of the situation enough to come and help.

A guy stands up from an an adjacent table and rushes over to help, Felix thanking him while he gets Jack to stand up so that he can grab him around the middle in order to perform the heimlich manoeuvre. It makes the Irishman wheeze by the end but his breathing has improved slightly. “Slowly, in, and out,” the guy explains to him. “I know in situations like this it’s so easy to panic and hard to keep your breathing under control, but that’s exactly what you need to do.”

Jack gives him a weary thumbs up in thanks, and the guy goes back to his table, since there’s nothing more he can do. Felix organises his thoughts now that he has a seconds chance to, he knows that he definitely needs to bring Jack to the hospital, preferably now, so he goes around the table, holding his boyfriend around the back and takes him out of the restaurant. Opening the passenger door of his car he makes sure Jack slips gently into the seat, and he rushes around the front and into the driver's seat.

He’s sure he must have ran or been close to running a red light multiple times. He just had single minded focus on helping Jack, who was wheezing quietly in the seat next to him.

It’s a great relief when he pulls up outside of the hospital. Felix almost forgets to shut off the gas, he’s almost out of the door before he remembers. He grabs Jack once the other is out of the car, pulling him by the arm as softly as he can in his haste. The lady at the front desk doesn’t seem to know what to do past the babbling he spouted to her in lieu of proper explanation. Jack places a hand on his arm to ground him and get him to focus. Felix takes a breath and starts again, “we went out to eat at a restaurant, but my boyfriend, he- he’s got something stuck in his throat.”

The lady’s eyes widen and she sends them towards the ER, Felix thanks her and rushes over to the department. They have a very short wait and Jack is whisked away almost immediately to a private room. Felix pleads with the nurse to get them to let him go with Jack, but they refuse, saying that he will be able to see the other when everything’s okay.

He stays in the waiting room, wandering around just for something to do, his mind working overtime, berating himself for how stupid of an idea hiding the ring had been. “Fuck, idiot, I should have thought about it more instead of just putting it in the cake, of course he would have eaten it, he could have choked to death and it would have been my fault…” he slows his muttered rant, not wanting to expand upon that thought. The image of Jack choking and gripping the tablecloth fresh in his mind enough.

He’s sitting with his head in his hands when a doctor comes out of the room, his head snaps up with questions on his tongue, but the older man beats him to it, “he’s fine,” he says with a wave of a hand, as if this situation is an everyday occurrence and not at all serious. “But, pardon my french, how the fuck did he swallow an engagement ring when it was in the damn box?” He asks with an incredulous furrow between his brows.

“Well... It wasn’t, I put it in the cheesecake, and he ate it…” Felix says at length, his plan sounds even more stupid out loud.

The doctor bursts out laughing like that’s the best thing he’s heard all year. This doctor isn’t very professional Felix thinks sourly. The man motions him into the room with a wave of his hand, and Felix jumps up from his seat to follow him.

Jack’s sitting on a chair, looking worn out from the ordeal, but he smiles hugely as Felix comes into view. “You okay?” He asks croakily as the blond comes to sit beside him, his throat must be all scraped up.

“That’s what I should be asking you,” Felix returns.

Jack laughs quietly, and wrinkles his nose, they’ve both been worried about each other, he isn’t as concerned about his well being as he is for his boyfriend.

The doctor takes a seat in front of his desk. “The good thing was that he didn’t swallow it…” the doctor says wryly and Jack gets this look on his face like he really wants to get the other to retract that statement, “I think he deserves something nice to make up for it though. Better get something special later tonight, gotta pull out all the stops to make up for this one” His tone sounds suggestive as he wipes the ring off with a tissue, wraps it up and hands it to the swede.

Felix smiles gratefully at the doctor for keeping it hidden despite his remarks. “Anyway, I’ve got to see some other patients,” he stands again, before patting Felix on the shoulder, getting across the message of ‘good luck’. He snickers before closing the door behind him.

“What’s that?” Jack asks.

Felix opens the tissue up to reveal the glistening silver band beneath. It makes Jack gasp and he carefully reaches out to take it. “A ring? how the fuck did I swallow a ring?  What idiot planted an engagement ring in our desert?” He asks looking from the ring to Felix, seeing the shamed look on his face he lets out a small “oh” in a breath.

Felix feels guilty tears fill his eyes suddenly and overflow down onto his cheeks. “I’m so- sorry, I’m so stupid, I caused all this mess. I thought it would be a nice surprise but…” his breath catches, stopping him from continuing.

“It’s certainly a surprise, you accomplished that cause I definitely won’t forget this all that soon,” He smiles, hoping to show Felix his sarcastic annoyance, “Was I supposed to eat the ring? Was that your dastardly plan all along?”

Felix huffs despite the tears still in his eyes. “No, you were supposed to be patient and wait until I’d finished proclaiming my love for you.”

“You put a cake in front of me and expected me not to eat it? Fuckin’ rude, just shows how much you know me.”

Felix cracks a smile, but he’s still got the failed proposal in his mind. He didn’t get chance to express everything he wanted to. His expression falls, he’d ruined everything. Jacks voice pipes up suddenly, “stand up and put the ring behind your back.

“What?”

“Stop questioning my brilliance and just do it.”

It’s then that Felix realises what Jack means, he’s giving him the chance to propose again, even though it’s not the first time he knows that he can’t waste this opportunity. Felix shifts his position on the bed so he’s still sitting on it’s edge but also facing Jack. He gently reaches forward and intertwines his fingers with the Irishman’s, hoping to ground himself from the touch and organize his thoughts. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, feeling both unprepared and certain of himself at the same time. Seeing as he couldn’t remember what he had rehearsed to say, he simply went with what came from his heart.

“Sean you… You mean so much to me, y’know. And I don’t know what I’d ever do without you with me. You… are my light, essentially. Even when I feel like, y’know, I’m not good enough or… or like I don’t deserve some things that I have, just having you hold me or even just having you near me… I feel secure. I feel safe. And I don’t ever want to lose you, Sean. When I wake up every morning and look over, and I see you laying next to me, I feel complete. Like, no matter what happens that day, as long as I get to wake up next to you tomorrow, it’ll be okay,” He pauses. He looks up into Jack’s eyes and feels emotional tears slip down his cheeks, “I know it probably sounds sappy or cliche but… I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, and have you grow old with me. I love you. With every fiber of my being, I love you. So please, would you marry me, Sean?”

Jack then starts genuinely tearing up, and no, it isn’t the grand surprise that it could have been but that doesn’t detract from how indescribably amazing it feels to have such love told and shown to him in the openness of Felix's expression. He pulls Felix close with a nod and they slip the band onto the ring finger of Jack’s left hand. With his other arm Jack hooks it around Felix's neck to pull him down for a kiss.

The Irishman pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against his fiancées he says, “I love you, you fuckin’ idiot.” And in his heart and soul he knows there’s no place he’d rather be than in that hospital room with the love of his life held close, his laughter echoing around the space and the weight of an engagement ring on his finger.

#jelix #septicpie #writings #some writings or whatever #hospital #hospital trips #sfw choking

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Bon Soir [Lafayette x Reader] Part One

Description: You, an American patriot from a loyalist family, catch the eye of the Marquis De Lafayette one night at a tavern. After your first night with the enigmatic frenchman, you realize how turbulent life can really get in a time as turbulent as this. 

Warnings For This Chapter: Smut, alcohol, mild swearing, and mild Lams, where I could slip it in ;) 

Notes: So, there will be five parts to this story. It will, if we’re being honest here, be updated probably once or twice a week until it is finished. This story is a mix of Hamilton’s characters and actual historical stuff, and there will also be lots of appearances from the rev set in this fic, so brrrah, brrrah!! Enjoy. 

||Part Two||

It's a beautiful night in the colony of New York, the moon full and the usual chill in the air slightly warmed. Besides it being a lovely night, it was also quite rowdy- but during these turbulent times, you couldn't expect less from the Northern colonies.  

You pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders... it's really not a night to be out for a lady, but you couldn't care less. Your family still clings to the proverbial olive branch, one of the less popular voices of loyalist reconciliation. You're a patriot, through and through, and any chance you have to escape your frankly shameful homestead under an anonymous family name at night to "cavort" with those who share your views on freedom, you take.

Slipping down a dark alley with the hood of your cloak pulled up, you find your way into the even rowdier Fraunces Tavern. Looking around, you smile. Men clinking their sloshing drinks together, shouts and jeers at the king tossed around liberally- this was the beginning of a revolution, and you’d be damned if you missed it.

"You lookin' for a good time, honey?" some guy with a heavy Boston accent asks you from the table next to the door, and you turn to him.

"I'm looking for a drink, and whatever good time I can derive from that." The guy still stares at you, waiting for a follow up, so you decide to win even more favour by voicing your views. "Fuck the king?"

The entire table bursts out in cheers and pounds their fists and mugs down repeatedly as you smirk and saunter past them. You get to the bar, and ask for a Sam Adams, before turning around and surveying. To answer the drunk man's question, you aren't actively seeking that sort of good time, really... but, nights like these were full of exceptions.

"Here you are, miss," the friendly bartender nods to you, then pauses, "I've seen you in here a couple times now, and I don't recall your name.” He looks genuinely confused. “Who's your husband?"  

"I'll let you know once I find one," you wink, and cross the tavern to occupy a booth. Just as you're lifting up your skirts to sit, the door crashes open, and in come four very loud young men.

"What time is it?!" one yells, and the other three yell back, "Showtime!" while cackling and slapping each other on the back.

You roll your eyes again, imagining all the fights they were sure to start tonight. The bartender seems to know them, and pours four ales for them as well. Snatching up his drink, the short one with the ponytail and goatee marches right up to the table in the middle, getting up on it and chugging half his mug.

"To the revolution!" he finally bursts out with, and almost trips off the table. The large one with the beanie catches him, shaking his head with a grin, and the second shortest one with curly hair and freckles joins the talker with a close arm around his shoulder.

"Now this is the place to be, amiright boys?!" freckles shouts, taking a long drink.

"Oui oui, mon ami," another voice chuckles, and your interest is immediately peaked. A frenchman in the colonies? The excitement of these taverns is incomparable, and it is exciting to say the least to hear someone from so far away- you know a little of the language, or what you had learned as a girl.

You watch in quiet admiration as a tall, athletically built man with dark hair tied up in a bun and a close trimmed beard steps out, carrying two mugs of ale. He hands one to beanie man, and plops his own down on the table. "We must tell the king casse toi with our war effort!"

"We will, Laf," beanie assures, "But first? Horses."

"What?" freckles and goatee both say at the same time.

"Corsets," beanie laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, "I meant corsets."

"Hercules, you are an idiot," Laf deadpans.

"I'm the most mature one here," Hercules shoots back.

"Easy, when tes amis are Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens."

Hercules lets out a booming laugh, and is soon joined by Laf's own charming snicker. Alex and John are too enamoured with their own private conversation to notice much.

Your eyes train on Laf. If he was french, he must have a longer name than that... you're determined to know it. He was undeniably a charmer- he was handsome, dashing as a prince, and very stylish. With the words he had uttered earlier, you found it safe to assume he's as passionate about American independence as you are.

You make an excuse to walk by.

"Heyyy there," goatee (Alexander)? calls, swivelling his head to look at you.

Bingo.

Hercules lets out a low whistle as you turn to face them. "I don't mean to be too forward, but madamn.”

"What the ever loving merde is that supposed to mean, Hercules?" Laf's face scrunches up, and Herc just shrugs.

"Works on most of 'em."

"I'm Alexander Hamilton, bastard, orphan, son of a whore," Alex jumps up, grasping your hands, and you can see the gears in his slightly drunk mind turning. "So I'd love to flirt for like, a really long time because you're pretty and everything, but there's a revolution to plot-"

"-And drink to!" John adds.

"-And drink to, as my beautiful lover Jackie just piped in and waaait, I'm probably not supposed to say shit like that in a tavern full of guys who will probably have me castrated for it, but hey, we die like men, right?"

"Yo, um, sorry 'bout him," John blushes with a slight slur, coming over to guide Alex back to his seat. "He gets- *hic*- chatty when he's tipsy." You just laugh, letting them know it's no big deal. John doesn't seem very interested in you romantically or sexually, only greets with a good natured- albeit tipsy as well- smile. Hercules gets up to introduce himself.

"Hercules Mulligan. I'm Irish." He drops his voice down to a whisper. "That's kind of my thing." Laf gets up to hip bump Hercules out of the way, take your hand, and press a kiss to it. You blush deeply.

"Bon soir, belle mademoiselle. I am Paul Yves Roch-"

"Heeere we go," Alex slurs.

"-Gilbert de Motier de Marquis de Lafayette," Laf finishes with a glare to his friends, then turns back to you with a gaze that could only be described as... lust ridden?

"Plaisir," you reply in french, and his eyes widen, his entire body straightening like an arrow in excitement.

"You speak my mother tongue, cherie?!"

"Only a little," you confess with a timid giggle, "I'm not French, monsieur Lafayette, only acquired some words from my studies."

"Gorgeous and intelligent," he flirts, "A lady after my heart."

"Handsome and bold," you volley back, "A man after mine."

"OHHHH SHIT!" John shouts, and Alex begins to laugh.

"GUESS WHO'S GETTING IT IN TONIGHT?!"

"Not you two," Laf growls, and John and Alex tumble over each other watching you both. Hercules just rolls his eyes, and downs his drink.

"Care to drink with us?" Lafayette offers, outstretching his hand, and you happily accept. Hercules gets up to grab you another beer, and slides it over to you. John begins to chug his second, and you smirk, taking it as a challenge. Downing yours to the last drop, you've finally earned the respect of Hercules Mulligan as he bangs on the table and shakes his head.

"You are getting better and better as the night goes on," Laf whispers, and you laugh.

"Is that the alcohol talking?"

"On the contrary, cherie, I am still on my first... though I may be thinking with something other than my mind," he alludes, and you feel a shiver run through you.

He is very attractive.

"What brings you to the colonies?" you ask Lafayette conversationally, and he takes a sip of his ale.

"Revolution."

"You're here for congressional duties?" you feign ignorance, though you know how to identify a congressman- powdered wigs, brightly coloured jackets, and stuffy mannerisms. Nothing Laf possessed.

"Ah no, mademoiselle. War is imminent- that is the talk here and overseas. I will fight as one of you for your glorious country!"

"Ayyy, to our fighting frenchman!" Alex lifts his mug, and John raises his as well.

"Very brave," you murmur, "I wish I could serve in the continental army."

"You can still do your part at home," Laf assures, taking your hands excitedly, "You can make gunpowder, you can sew uniforms, you can..." he suddenly hesitates, lowering his eyes, "Pray for and write letters to your husband."

"Why does everyone in this tavern assume I have a husband?" you tease, and he looks back up.

"Forgive me. No one has, eh… courted you yet?"

"Courted me? Oh, quite a few. I have yet to accept," you giggle, "I suppose I’m just as hard to please as the next young lady."

"I, too, have very specific tastes," he nods, and bites his lip, "Mais, it would be very nice to have a woman to boost my morale on the battlefield."

"Wait... hey, what's your name?" John laughs, "We didn't even ask!"

"Oh," you blush, eye contact with Lafayette broken, "Um..." You sigh. It shouldn't be any trouble to give them your real name. "(y/n) (y/l/n)."

Everyone repeats your name, raises a glass, and drinks. Lafayette smirks at you a moment longer, then drinks as well.

As the night wears on, you start to become even closer with the group. Stories are passed around, drinking games are played, and talk that would've sounded like treason in many other colonies flowed freely from your mouth with the boys. As the night begins to dwindle with the candles burning down close by, hands begin to wander, skirts began to lift a few inches, and blood begins to rise.

"Raise one last glass to freedom," John finally says, somewhat soberly, as everyone stands up, "Something they can never take away."

"No matter what they tell you," Herc adds, placing a hand over his heart.

"Raise a glass to the... five of us, here tonight," Alex nods, looking to you, "Our cause is a great one."

"King George will never stand a chance," you finish, and everyone downs their last sip and sits back down. With that, Laf takes your hand, rubbing a thumb over your knuckle. You turn to him, and take note of how he’s staring at your lips. Danger and adrenaline course through your veins, imagining just what he could be picturing right now. Practically in his lap by now, you shift your hips a little, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

"It is getting late, ma cherie," he murmurs, obviously holding back, and begins to stand.

"It is," you nod, moving to brush your fingers along the hem of his blue coat, and grasp your fingers firmly in his lapel. His eyes dart to meet yours, dark and warning, and his fingers find yours as he lets out a wistful sigh.

"(y/n)... I am a gentleman, and you have had too much to drink."

"I assure you," you grin, turning the tables and ghosting a kiss over his knuckles, "I have not."

He spends a long time staring at you, debating mentally. You can feel him hardening in his breeches under you, but despite his uncomfortable expression and beading sweat, he doesn't make even the slightest nudge to meet your grinding movements.

"Are you quite certain?" he finally asks, interest beginning to spark again in his eyes as he realizes that maybe you do want him like this.

"All I want is to feel your lips on my neck," you confirm with a whisper in his ear, and he slots his large hand around your wrist, standing you up. The three others don't even question it as Laf leads you out the back door, and the once the heavy wooden door closes, you’re both free. He immediately presses the front of you right up against the brick, pulling your hair aside and grazing his teeth over the back of your neck.

"Then, if there are no reservations on either of our parts, I will give you everything you need," he growls, and continues his attack on your neck, showering kisses up and down. You flip around so that you can face him, and he pins you back again, opening up the neck of your dress just a little more for better access.

Lafayette's gaze is hungry. Your excitement is known to him as he reaches under your dress, unbuttons your underclothes and realizes you're already wet for him.

"So eager," he groans, "Such an eager little kitten, desperate for her papa, hm?"

"Oh," you sigh, his words sending pulses down to your core. He pulls your underclothes off, but as his long fingers are about to breach you, he pauses.

"You... have been touched or taken before, yes?"

You bite your lip, look around, and nod shyly. If word of that got out around here, you’d be off the market, as it were…. not that you particularly desired to on the market, but that was a different matter entirely. His face blossoms into a grin, and he lifts your legs up to wrap around him.

"Hold onto me, cherie, do not let go," he murmurs, and once your arms are secure around his neck as well, he uses one hand to unbutton his breeches. You can already see the outline of his large cock, and once he has everything undone, he pulls it out.

"Monsieur, you're so big," you whine, and he gazes at you, licking his lips.

"We can make it fit, ma cherie," he whispers, "Spread your legs a little wider for me... that is it, kitten... like that."

You keen under the pet name, and he positions himself at your entrance before finally pushing in, groaning together with you as you tighten around him.

"Oui, oui, yes..." he breathes, "That is good... so good for me..." He sucks his lip between his teeth, and after a few seconds, begins to move, nudging you back against the wall with each deep thrust. He's very large, so he has no trouble hitting that spot that drives you crazy, but he makes it even better when his fingers find your clit; Laf has a different approach than most men do, though- the select few you'd been with (if they make the effort to find it at all) rub with harsh, rough pushes... Lafayette massages you in slow circles, making you moan for him.

Leaning forward, the intensity between you increases as your foreheads meet, lips drifting close to each other and parting, almost kissing but not for minutes at a time. The teasing was getting to him, and he finally surges forward, breathing in your breath. You give his bottom lip a feisty bite, and he smiles, drawing away.

“You are a true northern belle, mademoiselle (y/n),” he mumbles, panting, “You are not like other ladies.”

“Oh, on the contrary sir,” you reply, “I simply don’t bother with the false customs. I say, fuck tradition, and fuck anybody who wishes to advise me otherwise.”

“There is a revolution on because of Americans who share your general mindset, ma chou,” he grins, and kisses you again.

As you both begin to race toward your climax, his thrusts increase, and you're soon being pounded into the wall, legs tight around his ass and cries being muffled in his blue coat.

“Please… ah, Laf….”

“(y/n), so perfect, j’aime votre parfum…”

As he whispers your name, you hear voices, and turn to see two men walking by the alley on the road, in hats and coats. They sound southern.

"What if th...th-" you gasp, and Laf strokes your cheek.

"They will not see us, it is too dark. Besides, why would anybody pay attention to a stray kitten, begging in an alley, like you?"

"Ah," you throb again at his dark laugh, and he shrugs.

"Also, the alleyway behind a tavern is where all the drunkards stumble out to vomit. No respectable man or woman wants to see that."

"What an arousing image," you scowl, and lean in for another kiss.

"You are so beautiful," he mumbles against your lips once you part, and licks a line up your neck to just below your ear; you're losing yourself to the pleasure. "Do you think you can come for me, ma (y/n)?" Laf rasps in your ear, stroking over your clit fondly, and you nod with a little whine, crying out his name softly as he slams in particularly hard. Circling his hips to guide you through a long orgasm, he lets out a little gasp of his own after you've finished. As you shake and pant his name, he sets you down carefully before quickly pulling out and taking himself in hand, jerking frantically a couple times and coming like a shot against the brick wall. Your name falls from his lips a few times like a prayer, and soon, you're both sated and exchanging lazy tongue kisses, tasting each other's mouths in the night air.

It's chillier than it was earlier. You should get home before your one of your sisters or father notices you're gone.

"When do you leave to join the ranks?" you ask, staring into his eyes. He does up his buttons precisely, patiently and one at a time.

"Very soon, I assume, cherie."

"How very childish of me, but... what you said, about having someone to look out for you..."

"Mmm?"

"Will you..." you look down, embarrassed, and take off a ring on your pinky finger. "Remember me over a couple beers with your friends?"

His eyes light up, and he presses a long kiss to your cheek.

"When I wake up and when I fall asleep, (y/n)."

You smile a little. "Thank you for your service."

He kisses your hand one last time. "If it takes fighting a war and, eh...” he leans in to your ear, brushing your hair back, “getting better acquainted behind a tavern to meet, it will, most certainly, have been worth it, ma chou," he smiles back.

You dance and sigh your way home, ignorant of every redcoat who gives you a second dirty look. With men like the Marquis de Lafayette and his friends leading the troops, those bastards’ll be back home where they belong in no time.

#lafayette x reader #marquis de lafayette #reader x lafayette #lafayette #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #reader x daveed diggs #smut #reader insert #colonial era #canon era #period typical #daveed diggs smut #john laurens #alexander hamilton #hamilton imagines #hamilton smut #lafayette smut #america's favorite fighting frenchman #hamilton musical #combination of the musical and actual history #history #us history #american revolution #broadway #lams #john laurens x alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton x john laurens

[terraaurea]

DSOD Differences between ENG and JP

These are just my observations from watching the DSOD movie in English twice, then once in Japanese (Here’s where I watched the sub, so credit the fan subber! Also remember to support the official release of the JP with subs when it is fully available! -- https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3pKUWJ9VACyR2RueEN0ZS15R0k/view ). Feel free to add stuff/your own thoughts. I don’t know Japanese, so I’m going off the fan-sub. 

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, DUH.

·         Yugi's not like "I wish I could have told him what he meant to me" he's just like "we're in our own worlds now..."

·         Omfg the short bully guy has a REALLY DEEP VOICE I love it

·         and he's like to Aigami "Well, you are CUTE..."

·         He's like "I'm gonna make you famous...the theme this time around...IS PAIN HAHA"

·         I forgot that Kaiba calls Atem ‘Yugi’ in the JP

·         "Leaving Yugi behind like a COWARD and vanishing without a trace made it difficult to track you down..." (In the Cathedral)

·         ORE NO TAURN

·         I forgot that the music from the jp is pretty cool--very orchestral--rather than GUITAR RIFFS

·         Already makes more sense with the duels—they mention sacrificing monsters more often thank god

·         The mirror absorbs neo 3 blue eyes whatshisfuck and sends it back at Kaiba. It doesn't deflect it and then send a new attack like the dub implies

·         Kaiba doesn't mention any coiffed hair but says "I even replicated his provoking personality"

·         Jounouchi, you're fired! Instead of NO CLOWNING AROUND

·         More explanation about the Plana/Planners--ok so 7 items found, Pharoah goes back home, and it opens up that new dimension where they've gotta keep the order or something like that

·         They want to get rid of the old world to make room for a new order? And they gotta eradicate evil?

·         "We've been waiting for you" instead of "You've graced us with yer presence sIR"

·         Still has the "Ok but it took Yugi 8 years..." "Yeah, but Yugi has the brain of a child" KAIBA SAVAGE

·         Kaiba's jp voice is so much more intimidating just a reminder

·         "Even though I didn't register my deck or duel disk anywhere, you still knew where I was. You're quite the control freak, aren't you?" - Diva

·         "I hate dangerous murderers like you, you see...so I think I'll need to erase you from this dimension." -Diva, with gun at back

·         They're actually talking about the connection between consciousnesses. Which relates to that 2 chapter prequel manga (Transcend Game).

·         Diva's like "Kaiba, you know all about the human consciousness, don't you? Everything done in this world is done by the unconscious mind...all of which are linked together...even you, the dictator of this city, are powerless to control the consciousnessesses of all of Domino…let alone the world."

·         I’m not going to bother spelling consciousness right anymore

·         Because Kaiba had to use the consciousnessess of all the children combined playing his VR prototype to catapult himself up into the afterlife the first time in the manga

·         So to keep everything in order you need those links to be balanced, too.

·         It’s in the ENG too but if you watch the children that Diva summons are all connected with these golden darting lines and now that makes more sense THX

·         He's borrowing the power of other people's consciousnesses (all those children) in order to have enough energy to wield his powers by using the cube

·         So in the other dimension that he sends the gunman, the gunman is no longer connected to the consciousnesses of everyone else in the world anymore

·         In the JP then too Diva explains that he is using the power of the Plana, but also the Plana's Mind, which makes the control of his consciousness (and by extension the links to everyone else) 7x stronger than everyone else's

·         Instead of saying "NOT SO FAST/etc." when he's not disappearing into the other dimension, Kaiba goes "DON'T WORRY, MOKUBA” BIG BRO IS HERE FOR U AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT

·         So the reason why the power didn't send Kaiba to the other dimension is because his ego is SO INFLATED and thus his consciousness and intellect are so great that he's on par with Diva's Plana Mind

·         With his duel disk connected to his brain--which if you remember is connected to that Cloud Network--he's got enough connections with other consciousnesses in the cloud to combat Diva's powers??? I think

·         "Kisama no TURN..." sounds so cool like damn

·         JP also explains why he can summon shittons of blue eyes

·         JP explains the spell cards better

·         I think they left out the monster noises/screams in the ENG? Someone should confirm that for me

·         "I was the one who had to bury Yugi, no, Atem inside of me. His ghost continues to wander in my unfulfilled consciousness. Yugi!" – Kaiba

·         The eng music slightly is based off the jp music but with 10x more guitar riffs and zero chill

·         As for why the fuck he could summon Obelisk—in the JPDiva says there's residual energy left in that place due to it being where the Pharaoh left the world, and that Kaiba must have picked up on it. And Diva says that Obelisk is only a servant to the pharaoh. I think Diva missed that whole Battle City thing tho and doesn't realize that other people were wielding the god cards too

·         Still got "IT'S NOT A MONSTER. IT'S A GOD."

·         No "I NEED TISSUEEEEES" thx

·         Still got "Pharaoh can't come back if we get rid of his vessel" gotta kill Yugi

·         The big duel tournie takes place at Kaibaland

·         To put the puzzle back together quickly he needed his machine to be in space to utilize zero gravity—still extra

·         "Enough of the boring Flattery. // My Apologies, Mr. Kaiba" No "I'm programed to remind you of your genius" darn

·         Yugi says he's keeping the Dark Magician in his deck and is like "I wonder what Aigami's gonna use in his deck" instead of "You got me out of a lot of jams!" Suggesting Yugi actually knows how to fucking build a deck wow shocker

·         Shadi was supposed to collect all 7 items so he could send Pharaoh back to deadland and Yugi was a necessary vessel that had to have been chosen to help the Pharaoh get there out of the puzzle and shit

·         Yugi shares a consciousness wavelength with the Plana people because welp he let the pharaoh live in his bod

·         Instead of Joey just losing his memories in the dimension it's more him struggling to find out what's real and what's fake because he also can’t trust his own memories. And the idea is that he's not connected to the consciousness of the rest of the world so he's only seeing what he has ever seen. But if he does forget things then he does lose everything because he's relying solely on his own consciousness

·         Shadi's eng voice is VERY similar to his jp voice nice

·         Diva asks about rulers and how they aren't afraid because they have everything and never have anything taken from them. And so Shadi is like "Yeah but then they take everyone from others"--makes sense given that Diva tries to control everything so that he loses nothing. No talk about how easily manipulated children are like in the ENG. Just talk about power/loss/fear and loss/loss and fear

·         Shadi says an evil thing lives in the ring and has already chosen a master, and that you have to surpass a trial to be able to wear it. Obviously that doesn't end well for him.

·         3 items are for justice, 3 have evil presences inside them, millennium puzzle has both

·         Shadi says that there will be a young boy that will become the vessel for the pharaoh, and then says that he's the same as them (the Plana children--meaning he's probably just got strong connection powers or whatever/spiritual powers)

·         "Oh, did he finally croak? You guys are an eyesore" -Yami!Bakura

·         "I'm going to paint this world in darkness" – Yami!Bakura

·         Diva doesn't know that Bakura doesn't have evil dickmix in his blood anymore

·         "But...I killed someone very special to you, didn't I?" -Bakura. No "I also lost someone very important to me that day..." though obvs his dad is dead AF

·         Joey was able to come out of the dimension because his bonds with his buds surpass dimensions--which is fucking intense given that going to a different dimension is supposed to prevent that in the first place friendship is sTRONG

·         No "My cardio stinks", just "Bakura-kun..."

·         Kaiba's under the impression that the afterlife is still connected to the puzzle--sorry Kaiba

·         He really wants to resurrect pharaoh to face him again welp

·         Also Mokuba isn't like "HEY YUGI, LOOKIN GOOD!" He's like "Hey Yugi! We've already got the game shop covered for you!" So that's nice. No worries about G-PA getting snatched in the meantime

·         Diva says even with Kaiba's tech it's impossible for them to go into another dimension (inside of the cube to get the puzzle piece)--obvs Kaiba's not gonna be havin that later...

·         Your body is a flesh prison for your soul and when you die it's free but until then you're stuck in flesh prison and even when you win murderous wars and fight needlessly you are still in yer flesh prison.

·         So through Kaiba's duel disk he wants to allow people to go beyond the flesh prison to eliminate language/barriers/need for fighting/etc.

·         So it's a lot more than just "PLAY MY CHILDREN'S CARD GAME"

·         he legit says flesh prison

·         Shadi's always been able to go through dimensions as a priest of the Pharaoh?

·         Shit. "Yugi, I'll remind you, that you're just a vessel! -Kaiba

·         "It looks like you won't summon the pharaoh...until I duel you into submission!" Ok kaiba

·         No lemons being sour jokes

·         No "You really hate dragons...don't you?"

·         Kaiba does have a very dramatic line about Deep Eyes coming to live from the blue abyss

·         "No you gotta let him go" but "This is the reality...he's no longer in there..." Yugi's like "I've accepted it and you gotta accept it" but nah

·         But yeah the idea was to open a new dimension and drag the world into it with the 8th millennium item (cube).

·         But, if you bring it into a dark world like Diva was going to, it would only bring the chosen ones into the new dimension, eliminating everyone else

·         Still says "Kaiba, why? // Because of him. Yugi (the pharaoh)"

·         Still has "Call him." But also has "Call him to you."

·         Yugi just says "Draw...I'm sorry...everyone..." because there's no heart of the cards bullshit in the jp. So Yugi is convinced that he's failed instead of hoping in cards

·         No epic music when Atem comes back so it's definitely more unsettling. Kind of underwhelming but makes it weightless. Which I can appreciate because it's basically like "Diva literally has so little power that there doesn't even need to be epic music because Yami just wipes the fucking floor with him"

·         Instead of saying "DID HE ASK ABOUT ME?" Joey says "I saw him too!" And Yugi goes "I knew it!" So Atem did pay him a visit to get him to come out of the weird dimension. That’s cool

·         "So he did really come here then, Yugi." - Kaiba

·         "I had all but given up, Kaiba. But you still believed."

·         "I don't know about that. Farewell, Yugi. You were indeed a proud duelist." - Kaiba

·         So instead of being like "I got my thing with the pharaoh, bitch. And you got yours." it's more like hey we saved the world together, and I recognize you as a good, strong dude. We can be 'friends' now…in Kaiba's own way

·         "Kaiba, I really have to thank you." -Yugi

·         Mokuba’s like "Are you sure you want to do this?"And Kaiba says, "Once this is completed. It will create a new type of duel as we know it."Then Mokuba does say that this new prototype using the dimension emulator (different than the VR used earlier) is too dangerous.

·         Kaiba isn't like "I leave everything to you...Mokuba..." He's like "Watch over everything while I'm away." Implying he plans on coming back.

·         Thus this version of the movie is definitely less "KAIBA HAS NO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!! BATTLE PHARAOH ANYWAY" It's a lot more that he develops even further in his technological goals. So he still wants to battle the pharaoh but he's using him more as a guinea pig for testing his transdimensional duel system rather than saying "fuck everything I'm gonna go duel dead people ANYWAY BECAUSE I'M AN EGOTISTICAL ASS” tho maybe he still wants some pharaoh dick who knows

#DSOD #dark side of dimensions #yugioh #yu-gi-oh! #seto kaiba #this is your captain speaking #I've seen this movie thrice now jesUS CHRIST

[artificialqueens]

Undone, Chapter 14 (Bitney) - Stephanie/Veronica

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 14 of UNDONE, our slow burn Bitney lesbian AU. Here’s a link to the previous chapters.

Summary: Bianca escapes to a gig in Atlanta at the perfect time, as things are getting real tense with Jared.

Thank you to everyone who beta’d while I changed around the plot 40 times: @kitschypixel @sheofthethrone @jillybean2314 @theartificialdane

TW: This story deals with themes of emotional abuse, and since that can be subtle, we’re going to keep a general TW on all of the chapters.

***

Bianca falls into bed beside Jared, sighing. Her buzz from dinner has unfortunately worn off and now she just feels tired. She glances over at Jared, who seems to be ignoring her, tapping furiously at his phone, brow furrowed.

She picks up her own phone, scrolling absentmindedly through Instagram. She pauses on Courtney’s latest picture: she’s in Sydney, at the Mardi Gras parade, surrounded by throngs of colorful revelers, covered in glitter, rainbow streaks in her hair. Her expression is jubilant, ecstatic.

Bianca likes the photo, begins to slowly type out a comment. “You look like...” her fingers hover over the keys, stomach twisting. Joy. Perfection. Everything I have ever wanted.

“What are you lookin’ at?” Jared asks, turning onto his side.

"Oh, um, my friend is in Sydney for Mardi Gras. It looks crazy,” Bianca answers.

“That Australian girl from the show? The lesbian?"

"Uh, yeah." Bianca is a little surprised that Jared made the connection. But, she supposes that she has mentioned Courtney to him a few times before. She’s certainly not trying to hide anything.

Jared moves a little closer, asking, “What does she look like? Is she cute?" He tries to grab her phone and she jumps away.

“Stop!”

Jared laughs, now enjoying the struggle.

"Why won't you let me see her?!"

"I'm in the middle of writing a comment!"

“So what?! Give me the phone!"

Bianca quickly deletes what she was writing, cheeks burning with...something. She’s not sure what, but she feels a little hot and wonders if maybe the alcohol from earlier hasn’t quite worn off like she thought. She gulps, handing over the phone and watching his face carefully.

"Daaaaamn..." Jared lets out a low whistle, clicking on Courtney’s username and checking out her other recent pictures. “Are you sure she’s a lesbian?”

“Uh, yeah. Pretty sure,” Bianca answers, slightly irritated.

“Huh. She doesn’t look like one. She looks...sexy.”

Bianca isn’t sure why that comment annoys her so much, but she doesn’t like the expression on his face as he scrolls through the pictures. It almost feels like he’s stealing something from her. When he double-taps a picture from last autumn, Bianca quickly snatches the phone back.

"What are you doing?!" she shrieks, and he begins to laugh.

"I just liked a picture, what?"

“But...but we're friends, and that was like, a thot picture of her in a bathing suit, from like months ago, you can't-oh my god..."

“Who cares?"

Bianca sighs and patiently asks, “If Willam posted a picture of his ass, would you like it?”

“Uh...if he looked like her, yeah.”

“Way to miss the point.”

“Okay, so just unlike it then. Or tell her it was me.”

Bianca stares at him for a moment before exclaiming, “That’s even worse!”

“B…” A sly smile spreads across Jared’s face. He leans in and murmurs, “Do you have a crush on this girl?” He presses a kiss to her neck.

“Stop it,” Bianca says, pulling away. “Of course not.”

“Yeah, you do,” he insists, arms sliding back around her. “You naughty girl.”

“I don’t-”

“It's okay, baby, it's hot.” Jared nuzzles her ear, hard dick against her hip. “My bad girl. Should I punish you?”

“Jared-”

“Remember that girl junior year? The redhead?”

Bianca’s stomach is tight, her breath shallow. Another protest is on the tip of her tongue, but seeing his sleepy-eyed leer, she relents, letting him pin her wrists over her head, climb on top of her.

“Don’t be ashamed, babe. I told you, it’s hot,” he says, smirking down at her.

Bianca nods, biting her lip. She supposes that she should be grateful. Not all husbands would be this open-minded. This forgiving.

“I mean, if it was a guy, I’d have to kill him. But…” Jared laughs, a hollow laugh that makes Bianca shiver. “But this? I’m into it.”

Bianca stares up at the ceiling, blinking back tears. Where the fuck did those come from? She brushes them away angrily, closing her eyes, while he slides down her pajama bottoms.

***

Courtney flops down onto her sofa, finally home after almost 18 hours of traveling. She breathes a sigh of relief and picks up her phone. Her first message sounds way too needy, and she quickly deletes it, trying to think of a way to say what she wants without being such an obvious jet-lagged emotional mess.

COURTNEY: I really miss the way you manhandle my seams <3

BIANCA: lol, you’re an idiot <3

COURTNEY: When do you leave for Atlanta?

BIANCA: Saturday.

COURTNEY: Shit. Maybe we can do lunch sometime this week?

BIANCA: I wish. I’m so fucking slammed with prep. I don’t even know when I’m gonna pack.

Courtney lets her head fall backwards, deflating a little. She’s been getting the sense that Bianca was pulling away, although sometimes it’s hard to tell if it’s real or just all in her head. The idea of waiting months before seeing her again is a crushing blow, but she doesn’t want to make her feel bad.

COURTNEY: Ok. I’ll let you get back to it then. Have a safe trip. <3

***

Bianca stares out the window at the puffy white clouds, a sense of relief making her feel more relaxed than she remembers being in...years, maybe. Maybe the most relaxed she’d ever been sober.

She hates to admit how tense things have been with Jared lately. But after she’d kissed him goodbye and gotten into the uber, it was as if every cell in her body exhaled.

Or, maybe it’s just the excitement of finally being a department head, for a beautiful little indie film set in the 1960s. Finally having a project where her creative vision would be fully realized, the director and producer basically giving her carte blanche because they loved her preliminary sketches so much. And of course, there’s the fact that she’ll be living in the same city as Latrice for the first time since high school. That must be it.

She smiles, bending down to drop a few treats into the dogs’ travel bag.

***

Bianca yanks open the door of the little sidewalk cafe and rushes over to Latrice - her oldest friend, the person who knows her best in the world. She throws herself into Latrice’s arms, the taller woman letting out a deep laugh as she embraces her tightly, saying, “I missed you, too, gorgeous.”

Once they’re seated, Latrice pushes a glass of sweet tea over to Bianca.

“Alright. Give me the latest. What’s going on? How’s your team? How’s Prince Charming coping with you being gone?”

“The crew’s great, I’m really excited about this show. And...he’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure about that?” Latrice asks with a chuckle. “Remember when we went to Barbados and he called you 20 times a day? That boy can barely breathe without you.”

“Well, he’s busy too,” Bianca says, feeling just a little defensive. Jared had spent her last 2 weeks in LA going on and on about what a sacrifice he was making, how hard her absence was going to be for him, how grateful she should be that he was so understanding. By the end, she had conceded every point out of pure exhaustion.

“Sure, I know. But...it’s hard to make a baby long distance. Is he gonna come visit for Game Day?”

Bianca forces a laugh.

“No, I don’t think so. Actually, I haven’t even been tracking for a couple months.”

“Really? Just letting Jesus take the wheel?”

“Yeah. Well…I mean, it’s been such a stressful process. And the last doctor I saw basically told me that I was like...trying too hard. And also...” Bianca trails off, looking down. She hasn’t admitted the next part out loud yet. Maybe she hasn’t even admitted it to herself.

Latrice covers Bianca’s hand with her own.

“Yeah?”

“I dunno. I guess…” Bianca looks away. “I’ve been having some doubts about whether we’re even meant to...have kids. What if it hasn’t happened for a reason?”

“B…” Latrice pauses, searching for the best way to respond.

“...well, isn’t it possible? Que sera sera and all that shit.”

“You know, someday, you’re gonna give yourself a break from all this neurotic self torture. And that will be a beautiful day,” Latrice says.

“You’re right.” Bianca clears her throat. “I just need to chill. Obviously. But...enough about my bullshit. Tell me about the wedding plans!”

***

Work is slow for Courtney in the spring, so she asks her old modeling agents to toss her some commercial work. When she learns about the first job they booked for her, she doesn’t know whether to be horrified or proud. It’s a pretty big print ad campaign, for Johnson & Johnson. She’s playing a mother, lovingly placing a BandAid on her baby. When Bianca learns of the whole thing via text, she’s utterly amused.

BIANCA: BAHAHAHAHAHA

BIANCA: Should I call you Mommy now?

COURTNEY: If that’s what you’re into ;)

BIANCA: omg

COURTNEY: It’s cool, I don’t kink shame

BIANCA: SHUT UP OMG

Later in the week, she texts Bianca from the set to give her an update, curled in a chair in the greenroom.

COURTNEY: OK so I’m at this shoot, and they tell me they want me to show some “respectable mum cleavage” in the shot when I lean over to put the band-aid on the kid. I LOL’d IRL, because hello? Wrong girl.

BIANCA: lol awwww. Can’t relate.

COURTNEY: Thanks, I’m WELL aware

BIANCA: ;)

COURTNEY: So their brilliant solution was to tape me into this wonderbra/bustier thing, and to further emphasize my (lack of) tits, they are contouring and highlighting the fuck out of my chest. I feel like a goddamn drag queen.

BIANCA: HAHA, you would be the worst drag queen. Do you even own makeup?

COURTNEY: MEANWHILE this damn baby is just sitting over in the corner drooling. He better not be making more than me.

BIANCA: He probably is. Needed: Caucasian baby, must not roll eyes when co-star waxes poetic about vegan pudding for 30 minutes.

COURTNEY: IF YOU ARE IMPLYING THAT THE VEGGIE GRILL PUDDING ISNT WORTHY OF POETRY THEN YOURE A DEMON

BIANCA: Calm down, crazy

COURTNEY: Omg they just applied the fake wound to him and it’s a little horrible looking. I’m actually worried that I might not put this band-aid on him properly. What if he bleeds out and dies? I don’t think I’m ready for motherhood. I CANT TAKE THIS PRESSURE

BIANCA: You’re gonna be fine. ;P

COURTNEY: Okay he made it. Phew.

BIANCA: I was on pins and needles.

It’s like an addiction, this need to share everything with Bianca. To make her laugh, to get her feedback, to know all of the mundane details of her day. To connect, as often as possible. Courtney knows that she’s in way over her head, but she doesn’t care. She just wants more.

***

Bianca doubles over laughing as Chris recounts a story of trying to take Latrice white water rafting. Latrice tries to chime in and dispute some of his facts, but she’s laughing too hard to be very effective.

“Honestly Chris. What on earth made you think that was a good idea?!” Bianca asks him, wiping tears from her eyes. She takes a sip of her wine and helps them load plates into the dishwasher.

“I...I don’t know. Seemed like an adventure?” Chris says with a sheepish grin. He places a newly washed pan in the drying rack.

“Lesson learned!” Latrice pipes up, sliding the leftovers into the fridge. “Now go away so we can talk about your dick.”

“You could just say that you wanna chill with your friend,” Chris laughs, kissing her on the cheek as he sails out the door.

Latrice slings an arm over Bianca’s shoulder and guides her into the living room.

“I’m really glad that I’m getting to know Chris better,” Bianca says, settling onto the sofa. “He’s just so great.”

“He is. I’m very lucky.”

“Well, you’re both lucky.” She flashes a grin and Latrice smiles back.

“How about you? How are you doing?”

“Good! Yeah, the show is humming along, the crew is better than I thought, it’s been…” Bianca shrugs, letting out a contented sigh. “It’s been amazing.”

“And...how’s Prince Charming? Still surviving without you?”

“He’s okay. Actually...” Bianca bites her lip nervously. “To be honest, it’s been kind of wonderful to be on my own. I haven’t really thought about him that much.”

Latrice raises an eyebrow.

“I know, it’s awful, right? I’m a terrible wife.”

“Of course not. Everyone needs some alone time, B. But...is it more than that?”

“No!” Bianca exclaims, a little too vehemently, then asks, “...Why?”

“You just seem a little tense every time I mention him.”

“Yeah, I don’t know.” Bianca looks down, fighting the urge to guzzle her entire glass of wine in one gulp.

“Are things okay with you guys? You know, it’s okay to have issues. Every couple goes through ups and downs. You don’t have to be perfect all the time-”

“I know that!” Bianca sighs. “Anyway, it’s nothing to do with him. Or…”

“I’m listening.”

“I think I may have...um...fallen for someone else.”

“You did what now?” Latrice sits back, eyebrow raised in judgment.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Bianca says, eyes downcast. “I haven’t done anything.”

“I just wonder how many years this boy has to jump through hoops before you see how good he is to you,” Latrice sighs.

Bianca swallows.

“I mean, come on, B. Is there really someone better out there? Or is this just more of the same commitment-phobic stuff that you’ve been putting him through since college?”

“Stop. Forget it. I’m sure this time away will...make me realize how much I miss him, and-”

“I just don’t know why you torture yourself. And him. He worships you. Why can’t you enjoy it? And who is this other person? Your typical pretty boy type?” Latrice asks.

“She’s-”

“Oh, so we’re back to girls, eh?” Latrice teases. “That’s fun.”

“It’s really annoying when you pretend not to know how bisexuality works,” Bianca informs her.

“Sorry, sorry,” Latrice rolls her eyes. “And does she grovel at your feet, like your husband?” The disapproval drips from her tone.

“No...she...it’s a totally different situation.” Bianca presses her lips together. She’s trying not to squirm, not to appear too gleeful, but thinking about Courtney always causes her to get a little giddy.

“Alright, go ahead. I can tell you’re dying to tell me all about her. Just remember, Jesus is listening.”

“Noted,” Bianca says, then leans forward, lowering her voice for some reason. Maybe to make things a little harder for Jesus to hear. “She’s...like...unbelievably gorgeous...but that’s not even the best thing about her. I mean, she’s sexy, but also so smart, and fun, and like...she has this charming, effervescent personality...I’m so fucked.”

“Yeah, sounds like it,” Latrice sighs. “Well...I mean, how deep are these feelings? Is it like, a crush, or…?”

“I think it started out that way,” Bianca admits. “Things are just like...I feel more myself when I’m with her. It’s like being with you.”

“Are you hitting on me now?”

“No,” Bianca laughs. “I just mean that like...I don’t know, the attraction is always there, right? But also, we’re friends.”

“You’re not friends with Jared?”

“It’s just...different with him. It’s more tense. More...complicated.”

“Couldn’t that just be a case of...you know, the grass is always greener on the other side?”

“It could be…” Bianca pauses thoughtfully, sipping her wine.

“Because you know, every relationship is complicated. But there’s a reason that you guys are still together, right? I mean, he suffered through that endless engagement. That means something.”

“It does. But Courtney-that’s her name, by the way.”

“Courtney,” Latrice mimics in a Valley-girl accent, making Bianca laugh a little. “Ugh. You would fall for a Courtney.”

Bianca smirks, then sighs. “Well, for starters, she doesn’t make me feel like my career is a pointless waste of time…”

Latrice opens her mouth, but then stops. It had been a throwaway comment, but something about it made her pause. For years, all Latrice heard about was how much Jared worshipped Bianca. His endless love and affection and understanding. The idea of him thinking that anything she does is a ‘pointless waste of time’ is...incongruous in a way that makes a giant red flag flash for Latrice. She tilts her head, careful to pay extra attention to what Bianca is saying, and particularly the way she’s fidgeting, the anxious look in her eyes.

“...and, I guess...spending time with her made me realize how often I’m walking on pins and needles around Jared. He’s so moody, and I...I thought it was me. You know, because I can be...”

Latrice frowns.

“You can be what?”

“I mean, I push people’s buttons. I’m not sensitive, and I make people upset. You know, you’ve seen it,” Bianca sighs.

“What are you talking about, B?”

“Well, like, remember in high school, with Alyssa?” Bianca begins tearing up the napkin in her hands.

“Yeah, I remember Alyssa, but what-”

“You know, I would say the wrong thing, trying to be funny or whatever, and she’d like, lose it. Remember? I was always making her cry, or-”

“Bianca, Alyssa was crazy. Like, legit bonkers. That wasn’t your fault, at all.” Latrice reaches out to grasp her hand.

“But I made it worse. I mean, I certainly didn’t help,” Bianca insists.

“Okay, sure. Because you were 17 years old. Not a mental health care professional. It still wasn’t your fault.”

Bianca looks down, and Latrice swallows.

“What does this have to do with Jared, though? Does he...I mean, is he as volatile as her? Because-”

“No, of course not.”

“So…”

Bianca takes a deep breath.

“He just...sometimes...gets...upset, and angry. Really angry, and I…it makes me...” Bianca wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. “It’s unsettling, like I don’t know...when the rug’s gonna be yanked out from under my feet, and…and I don’t know if it would be right to bring a child into that...”

Latrice moves closer to her on the sofa, something clicking in her mind and filling her with fear and guilt. She feels like the worst friend in the world for not seeing it, for believing the stories, for failing to probe deeper before now. She squeezes Bianca’s hand a little, before asking softly, “B...has he ever hurt you?”

“No! God, no. Forget it, this is...I’m obviously just being dramatic, you know, so-”

“But he makes you feel...scared?”

“Not scared, exactly. Just...uneasy. Sometimes. I’m blowing this totally out of proportion. Probably just, like, to ease my own guilt about being a shitty wife who pisses him off and then fantasizes about my coworker like a dumb fucking-”

“Okay! Okay, so, let’s say, for a second, that you’re not blowing things out of proportion.”

“But I am. I mean you thought I was trying to say that he-” Bianca’s breath hitches. “He would never-”

“Okay.” Latrice holds up her hands. She can see that the vulnerable part of their conversation is over, and she doesn’t want to push Bianca any more, so instead she gets down to business.  “I believe you. But...if things get worse, or...have you thought about what you would actually do? Where you would go? Do you have your own bank account, credit cards? Is everything joint, or-”

“Latrice, stop. This is ridiculous, I’m not some battered wife who needs-”

“No, but...you still might want to leave, at some point, so...didn’t you sign a pre-nup? What if he tries to claim that you cheated? Are his parents vindictive? We know the answers to all of these questions and you are totally fucked. You need to open a bank account, stat.”

Bianca looks down, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I’m not leaving, I already know that. And you were the one defending him ten minutes ago, so I don’t understand-”

“I know! I know, but...this is just a safety net, okay? Plan B. In case things get worse and you need... Look, Plan A is still that you stay married, and work out whatever you need to, and have a long life and beautiful children who will grow up as spoiled as your horrible little rat dogs.”

Bianca begins to laugh through her tears, crawling into Latrice’s arms.

“Why do I do this? Why do I ruin things?”

“Hey.” Latrice takes Bianca’s face in her hands. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was taking his side over yours...I’m on your side, always, okay?”

Bianca nods, letting her friend rock her, stroking her hair and telling her that everything is going to work out.

***

“Oh man,” Bianca groans, sinking into her bed. The dogs are going crazy, smelling everything and jumping all over her. “You guys excited to be home? Huh?” she asks, scratching Dede behind the ears.

“Not as excited as I am to have you back…” Jared says, sliding in beside her.

Bianca turns to look at him. Maybe there was something to that whole ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ after all. She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair.

“So...you missed me?”

“Like crazy,” Jared murmurs, nuzzling closer.

For a moment, Bianca feels utterly content, sleepy eyes falling closed. But then, as his hands move to her fly, popping the button, she wriggles away, sitting up a little.

“Seriously? It’s been over 2 months,” Jared whines, pulling her back down.

“I know, but I’m just...I’ve been traveling all day. I’m exhausted, and I feel filthy, and-”

“I like you filthy,” he growls into her ear. “Come on…”

“Jared…” she pushes him away harder.

“Fine! I got the fucking hint. You don’t have to be such a…” he scoffs. “Forget it.”

“I’m sorry. I just need to like, rest and then shower, and-”

“Whatever, Bianca. I’m a monster for wanting to have sex with my wife. Message received.” He rises from the bed.

Bianca doesn’t have the energy to chase after him. Not today. She falls back against the pillows with a groan.

***

They have a luxurious three weeks to prep season two of Silver Screens, and by the first shoot day, Bianca’s confidence in her work is soaring. Beth has trusted her more than ever, and she’s now designing nearly half of the costumes on the show. But as good as she feels about her job, nothing compares to the heart-bursting joy she feels when the trailer door swings open and Courtney comes flying into her arms, practically knocking her over.

“Hey!” Bianca says, hugging her tightly. She inhales deeply, loving the way Courtney melts into her arms, face tucked into the crook of her neck as if it belongs there. An embarrassing heat creeps into her cheeks as she pulls back a little. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good! Just got back from that music video shoot in Seattle. What about you? How was Atlanta? I’m so proud of you!”

“It was good. You know me, I love to boss people around.”

“And you’re so good at it,” Courtney says, still gripping both of her hands tightly. She glances down and then says, “Hey, where’d your nails go?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah, they kept breaking, so…” Bianca’s usual French tips have been replaced by short, shiny red nails.

“Hmm. I like these a lot better.” Her eyes dance mischievously. “They’re, uh...very practical.”

“Is your mind always in the gutter?” Bianca asks, cheeks burning, palms itching. She has an instinct to rip her hands away, but doesn’t.

“What?! I just said I like them,” Courtney giggles, squeezing Bianca’s fingers, gazing up at her with glittering eyes. “So, are we gonna hang out before the season starts to kick your ass? I really missed you.”

Bianca clears her throat and pulls up a stool, trying to cover the fact that she’s literally weak at the knees.

“Uh...sure...”

“Are you free Saturday?” Courtney asks.

“Actually, no. One of Jared’s douchey coworkers is having a barbecue, let’s-get-fucked-up-cause-it’s-summer type thing. And I promised his fiancée that I’d go, so...ugh. Saturday with the bros.”

“Sounds enchanting,” Courtney laughs.

“You should come!” Bianca blurts out, and then adds, “I mean, if you want. Willam is gross but he does know how to throw a party. And the house is supposed to be really cool, so...”

“That is an enticing offer…” Courtney tilts her head, pretending to think it over.

Bianca leans in. “I’m not gonna beg.”

“Well, that spoils all the fun,” Courtney tells her, eyes glimmering.

“Ha ha. Nevermind-”

“B…” Courtney places a hand on her shoulder. “You had me at ‘douchey coworker.’”

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[hisromanisms-blog]

◤ don't you ever forget why you get up and you put one foot in front of the next ◢

roman ran a hand through his hair as he sat indian style on the floor of his room. his eyes watched as the reporter struggled to find a seat. seeing as roman had given his desk chair to the frat common room it was either the bed or the floor. “why don’t you come sit down across from me?” he reaches onto his bed and grabs a stray pillow and plops it down across from him, gesturing for the girl to take a seat. unsure, she sits, clearing her throat. “comfy, huh? oh oh!” roman reaches behind him and opens the mini fridge, “would you like a juice box? maybe a go-gourt?” she shakes her head as roman grabs a cookie from his desk and pops it in his mouth.

a small tape recorder was stationed in between them as the reporter flipped a page in her notebook. "ready when you are, muchacha.” roman says with a wide grin, cookie crumbs falling from his lips. she giggles slightly, but reasserts herself and begins.

“how about you introduce yourself name, age, grade, role you play in the greek system and what house you are in and why you decided on that house.”

“no problem. i’m roman niram, 20, sophomore and i’m a member of psi delta. and, ya know, i dunno why i chose psi. i mean the guys here are wickedly cool and our sister house [ kappa gamma kappa ] is filled with righteous ladies who got a lot goin’ for ‘em. i guess... i guess i dug the vibe about it all.”

the reporter nods, “are you a New York native? If not where are you from and what brought you to NYU? Do you like the city life?”

roman shakes his head, “i’m from australia, man, filled with awesome waves and righteous digs.” he beams, “you ever been? it’s all kinds of calming. there’s nothin’ like the flow of the ocean to make you feel alive, comrade. i almost didn’t wanna leave, but i’m all about dreams and fantasy. i gotta go where the wind takes me & it brought me here. i dig the city life. it’s a new world, a new body, i like it.”

"what’s your major and why did you pick it?”

“philosophy.” roman changes his position so that his feet are touching, he places his hands on top of them, “i’ve always liked to ask the questions that are far out and shizz, ya know? how do we know this earth is the only earth? what truly becomes of us when we die? is it based in religion or science? shizz that makes ya think that doesn’t have a definite answer. that’s my grind. that’s life too, friend. not everythin’ is black and white, yes or no. it’s yellow and orange and green and maybe and who knows?”

“so, if you had to choose another major?”

“psychology. how does the mind work? why does it work? that’s my niche, that’s my vibe.”

"so, you seem like a down-to-earth guy...”

“aw, thanks.”

“you probably don’t have any crazy stories you can share with us regarding your time in a fraternity? Were you hazed as a pledge?”

roman takes a moment, pulling his body forward to stretch out his arms and work his shoulders, “you hear all those hazin’ stories online and shizz where this frat did this and that sorority did that and you’re like ‘how can anyone stand that shizz? what the fuck are they gaining?’ a league of brothers for one. that’s what it’s about in the end. do all this shizz to get a family you chose. hazin’ wasn’t as intense as movies wanna make it. we got our asses handed to us with these paddles they made - hard as fuck to meditate when ya ass on fire. we had to do a bunch of shots in under a minute and whoever pukes or passes out loses. i lost around round 4. vonte, he transferred last year, was so wasted he thought he had bugs crawling on him so he started taking off his clothes and ended up butt naked outside the gamma house with a flower up his ass. that’s life, i guess.”

"that sounds like a lot to endure, surely your relationship with the higher ups in your house must be one of a kind? do you think they could be nicer? Meaner? What about your fellow members and the pledges?”

“i love all my boys. xavi, simon, axel, bruno -- this my family. our rep is for bein’ the sweetheart house and i like that flow we got. we all lay low and get shizz done. i mean our prez is fucking married! that’s some wholesome shizz, my friend. i think if we were meaner or stricter then that bond we’ve built crumbles. not everybody gotta yell or kick you in the dick to make you do something. you can go a long way by just bein’ kind to people. so i think we’re all just tryna make each other proud.”

"back to the topic of school, as a philosophy major you must take every class and soak in that material, right? What’s your favorite and least favorite class so far? Are you on any teams or in any clubs? If so how is that?”

roman laughs, stretching his body back, “philosophy or nah, school is laughable a lot of time. i dig learning new things, but i could do without exams and tests. i wanna grow not be conformed to a gpa. my favorite class is psychology though. i love all of the reasons the world is as is and why it’s also not why it is. i don’t think i have a least favorite. i picked these classes for a reason. everyday i learn something new -- who could hate that?” he shrugs with a smile, “i’m president of habitat for humanity and i love it. you’re helping people get their dream homes, what could be better than that?”

"so, what have you gained throughout this school year? Is there any event you wish you attended; maybe the first game of the year, or the first debate?”

roman takes a moment to stop stretching to think. “a sense of self. i wasn’t always happy this year. some wild shizz went down, but i think i came back from it better than before. i’m happy and sure of myself and that’s what matters, right? i wanted to see the first chess match. i think chess club goes unnoticed sometimes, so i wanted to support them and show ‘em they got a crowd of people rootin’ for ‘em.”

"If you were asked to put your current most important item into a time capsule what would it be and why? Do you think ten, twenty years from now that item will still hold an importance in your life?”

“aw man... i don’t think i have an important item. my phone, laptop, clothes, it’s all just stuff. it doesn’t have any real attachment. the thing most important to me though is my faith. i’m a buddhist, so i try to live my days right in the eyes of buddha. so, i guess that would be in my capsule. a small buddha statue. and yeah, i think it’ll definitely still hold importance. faith is everything, my faith is everything to me.”

"What are your thoughts on the other fraternity/sororities apart of Greek row? Is there one house you dislike, is there one you are envious of, is there maybe one you are scared of?”

“all of us, even if we wear different letters or colors, are apart of a system. under the eyes of every non-greek row student we’re the same. that gamma? that’s my sister. that eplison? that’s my brother. i have no ill will towards anyone. we’re all just lookin’ to belong and love.”

"that was really beautiful. flowing from that if you had to give three pieces of advice to an upcoming freshman in terms of rushing or being apart of a sorority/fraternity what would you tell them?”

“don’t go into it for the wrong reasons. bein’ on greek row is hard shizz, friend. it’s not all about the parties and the sex. you gotta work at it, do shizz you may not wanna do, pay things you may not wanna pay. you gotta really want it. second, keep your values close. life can really fuck you up, but if you stay humble and true then you’ll be fine. lastly, have fun. it’s always a righteous time on greek row.”

"Do you actually feel like you are apart of a brotherhood? Is that the most important thing of Greek Life? Why did you choose to go Greek?”

“hell yeah to both questions. my brother is on greek row. he’s theta. so, i know i said do it for the right reasons, but at first i started out wantin’ to be like him. then the longer i stayed around it’s like, ‘whoa these are my friends. we got our asses slapped and cried together, we’re bonded for life now.’”

"thank you so much, roman, would you like to end this with a quote you believe describes your time so far this year?”

“no, thank you and sure. uh..” roman snaps his fingers, “’do not pursue the past, do not lose yourself in the future.”

“thank you once again, roman.”

“no problem.”

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