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leossmoonn · 5 months

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snow day | mike schmidt

summary - abby has a snow day and spends it with you and mike

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“hey, abs,” mike whispers, shaking her away. she groans and pushes his hand away. “i don’t want to go to school.”

mike glances at you, seeing the excited smile on your face. “you don’t have to, abby.”

she opens one eye. “why?” “your school called and cancelled school. you have a snow day!” you exclaim.

abby sits up in bed, a big smile on her face. “we can build a fort and a snowman!”

“you got great ideas, babe,” you grin at her. “do you want to sleep in some more or are you hungry?”

“i’m hungry,” abby says. “can i have waffles with chocolate chips?”

“you sure can. get to work, chef,” you turn to mike. he chuckles softly. “i need my sous chef.”

“alright. you need any help getting ready?” you ask abby. “no,” she says, hopping out of bed and heading to her closet.

“okay. call us if you need anything. we’ll be in the kitchen.”

you and mike make your way to the kitchen, grabbing a box of pre-made pancake mix and putting some milk and eggs into it. mike’s hands rest on your waist, his chin sitting on your shoulder as you both wait for the batter to cook. you lean into his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from him. it’s so cold in his house during winter time since he tries to cut down on the electric bills, but you don’t mind. you had him as a portable blanket and he doesn’t mind. it’s an excuse for him to be closer to you.

“you sure you can take work off today?” you ask. “yeah,” mike nods. “even if i couldn’t, i am not driving in that mess.”

you both look out the window. you got eight inches of snow. you didn’t even want to try and walk in it, much else drive.

“well, i’m glad we can take the day off.” you spin yourself around, leaning your back against the counter. mike smiles, “me, too. it’s well-deserved for both of us.” he leans in, pulling your lips in a slow kiss. you sigh into him, your eyes fluttering shut like you’re in a movie. his kisses always make your brain feel numb and body tingly.

little footsteps pad behind two. mike is quick to pull away, positioning himself to where he’s beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“did you out chocolate chips in the waffles?” abby asks. “yes, ma’am,” you answer.

she sits down at the table, placing her crayons and blank pieces of paper in front of her. after the whole freddy’s fiasco, she’s stopped drawing those kids and now has started drawing her friends from school and her teachers. she’s been very into drawing you and mike, as well as your cat that you and mike are 99% sure she’s plotting to steal.

“you should show that drawing to cornelius, abby. he’ll probably be confused that there’s two of them,” you remark.

“or you can bring him here and we can keep him,” abby says.

you can’t help but snort at her request. “maybe if mike invites me to move in.”

mike rolls his eyes, flipping the waffle maker and taking the waffle out. “you basically already live here. your cat probably thinks you’ve abandoned him.”

“not true. i haven’t stayed a night here in a couple weeks.”

“mmm, yeah. what’s up with that?”

“been busy. you miss me or something?” you grab some plates and silverware, starting to set up the table.

“maybe,” he says. you glance at him, catching the coy smile playing on his face.

“after breakfast can we make a snowman ?” abby asks.

“sure,” you nod. “it’s cold, abby,” mike says.

“there’s nothing else to do here. and i want to build the fort after we go outside.”

“that’s not a bad idea,” you look at mike. “i’ll look if we have a carrot for the nose.

abby eyes light up and mike shoot you a glare. you pat his back gingerly, grabbing some napkins and cups.

“you have to put on a sweatshirt and coat, okay? and a hat and gloves,” mike says. abby let’s our a big sigh. “fine,” she says, knowing it’s part of the seam.

abby gobbles down a waffle and a half before she pops up out of her seat like a jack-in-the-box, running to her room and putting on all her warm clothes. she throws on a beanie and grabs a scarf, having you help her tuck it into her coat.

“hurry up, guys! the snow will melt!” abby exclaims, running to the door.

“hey, hey, hey,” mike stand up. “i’ll get my coat on so at least one of us is outside with you.” he goes into hips room and grabs his winter coat and some boots.

“here, you need this.” you slip a black beanie onto his head. “i’ll be fine.”

“you made abby bundle up, so you need to, too,” you say. “fine. don’t worry about the dishes, i’ll clean them up after this.” mike kisses you on the cheek before going outside.

you at least put the dishes in the sink before getting yourself ready to go outside. you close the door behind you, seeing the bottom hall of the snowman already standing.

“that was fast,” you say. “abby was very enthusiastic. now she’s a little tired i think,” mike says.

“it’s hard to roll snowballs, even for me. they always fall apart when i do it,” you sigh.

“ah, finally something you’re not good at,” mike grins at you. you roll your eyes and punch his shoulder, a smile breaking the straight line on your lips. “i’m pretty good at this.” you say as you bend down and pick up a handful of snow, molding it into a small hall and throwing it right at mike’s face.

“hey, i’m right next to you! that not fair!”

you give him a wink, walking over to abby to help her roll a snowball. you’re almost done when you feel snow it the back of your neck. you gasp and look up, seeing mike’s hands in his pockets.

“what?” he asks, a telling smile on his face. “abby schmidt, would you like to form an alliance with me in a snowball fight against your brother?” you turn to her as you help her put the body of the snowman on.

“yes, duh!” she giggles. “looks like you’re alone, micheal,” you look at him, putting your arm around abby.

he shrugs, making another snowball. “i’m not worried.” he hits you in the face like you did to him.

“looks like we have a war on our hands,” you remark.

you and abby end up using half of the snowman as your shield. mike is careful not to knock down the snow balls, but he has impeccable aim from playing little league, so it’s no sweat for him. abby is your snowball supplier. her little hands mold them quickly, handing them to you one after the other as you aim them at mike’s face and chest.

“you getting cold with all the snow in your clothes, schmidt?” you ask.

“nope. i’m pretty warm, which means you suck at this.” he throws a snow ball at you, hitting your shoulder. the snow fans across your neck, hitting a sliver of skin where your scarf doesn’t cover.

“we need to make a huge snowball,” you whisper to abby. “on it,” she nods excitedly. she’s already lined up 10 snowballs for you to use in the meantime.

“no conspiring secretly!” mike says. “we can do what we want!” you laugh, throwing another snowball, throwing it with too much force to where it lands behind him.

mike ends up using a tree as his shield. even with it’s small branches, you find it more difficult. you look down at abby, seeing a snowball half the size of your snowman.

“good job, babe,” you pat her back. “after this can i have some hot chocolate?” abby asks.

“of course. we can celebrate with it,” you grin. you look back at mike who aims a snowball at your head, knocking your beanie off. “oh, it is on.”

you and abby stand up, carrying the big ball of snow. it’s heavier than you thought it would be, but you’re hopefully that this will work.

“woah.” mike’s jaw drops. “this is really not fair. i don’t have a teammate to do that with!”

“sucks to suck i guess,” you laugh. you and abby count down and throw the snowball at mike, causing him to tumble over. it covers most of his body, his face covered in snow now. “we won!” you exclaim, high-fiving abby.

“alright, nice play guys. next time i’ll get you,” he says, dusting himself off.

“we’ll see about that,” you grin.

you three make the rest of the snowman, using a carrot for his nose and blueberries for his eyes and smile. you grab your scarf and wrap it around his neck, mike grabbing a baseball hat from his closet and putting it on the snowman’s head.

“very nice,” mike remarks. “let’s go inside. i’m so cold,” abby says, running to the door.

“yeah, i’m going to take a shower,” mike says as you all step inside.

“me too,” abby says.

you and mike let abby shower first. mike showers after her and you make all of you hot chocolate and bake some cookies in the shape of christmas cutters.

you take a quick shower after mike, more so to warm you up than anything. you pull on one of mike’s sweaters and some pj pants. when you exit the bedroom, you find abby and mike building a fort over the tv.

“good idea, guys,” you say, grabbing your mug and sipping some hot cocoa.

“can we watch a movie?” abby asks. “of course,” you nod.

abby puts on a christmas movie, laying on her stomach in front of you two. mike is laying against the bottom of the couch with you in his arms.

“mm, i’m so sleepy,” you yawn, snuggling up to his chest. “that snowball fight wear you down?” mike asks.

“unfortunately, yes. i’m surprised you’re not snoring already.”

“i do not snore.”

“oh, yes you do.”

“well, you sing in your sleep.”

“you’re making that up,” you laugh. he shakes his head. “the other night you were singing ‘crazy train’ or something.”

“that is…” you breathe out, “a lie.”

“i’ll record you next time, how about that?”

“okay. prepare to be wrong.”

he chuckles and kisses your forehead, hugging you tighter. “i love you.”

you hum and smile, reaching up and kissing his lips. “i love you more.”

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wordsbyrian · 1 year

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Tired - Claudia Pina x Reader

Summary: R has been super tired recently and has taken to falling asleep in places they definitely shouldn't

A/N: Believe it or not I started this fic before my recent bout of insomnia, wild. Also, it's not perfect but I wanted to get it out before midnight, I can edit it later.

If there is one thing that your teammates always made fun of you for, it is definitely your ability to fall asleep any and everywhere.

It’s a talent really and while you would love to lie and say that you don’t mean to but sometimes, it is 100 percent on purpose.

Right now it is not one of those times.

You’re stumbling through the airport with your teammates on your way to Sevilla to face Betis. Your movement resembles a zombie's, and you’re sure it’s probably equal parts amusing and worrying.

The trance of your half-asleep state is broken by the sound of your name being called by multiple people.

“Hmm,” you respond, lifting your head to look at the group of women in front of you.

“Did you get any sleep last night,” Aitana asks.

You nod.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m certain,” you lie, trying to stand up straighter, “You know airports make me tired.”

Your sister doesn’t look very convinced but you shoot her one of your usual mischievous smiles before stealing Clàudia’s coffee from her hand and taking a sip.

That does, of course, earn you a pout from your girlfriend but you just grin at her, placing a kiss on the side of her head before taking another sip.

Those two sips of coffee aren’t enough to keep you awake for the flight and you find yourself slumped against the window before the plane even takes off.

One would think that you’d be fine after taking a nap on the flight but that’s not what happened.

You barely woke up enough to get from the plane to the bus and once there you slipped on a pair of noise-canceling headphones and promptly went back to sleep.

The next time the team finds you sleeping somewhere you shouldn’t be is when they enter the locker room for MD-1 training before your next home game.

You’d had an early meeting with some of the training staff and instead of wasting time going home and coming back, you decided to catch a quick nap in the locker room.

It had seemed like a good idea until right now as the volume of the room steadily increased. Maybe you should’ve chosen one of the training rooms instead.

There are a couple of attempts from the older players to shush the rowdy ones but if anything it just makes them get louder.

Barely managing to keep from sighing, you open your eyes and sit up.

You’re not surprised by what you first see, the chaos of the locker room is something you are very familiar with. Most of the time you’re one of the people causing problems or trying to get everyone to laugh.

It’s what you hear that has you ready to go back to sleep.

Before you even have a chance to fully orient yourself, you hear Mariona shout, “Tough luck Pina! Looks like Sleeping Beauty didn’t need a kiss to wake up this time.”

“Mario, don’t be jealous because the girl you want to kiss is in London,” you respond making everyone turn to face you.

Somewhere off to the side, you hear someone mumbling about how you’re incredibly grumpy for someone who just took a nap.

But you ignore them in favor of grabbing your cleats and training jacket before heading out to the field, it always takes you to warm up when you have to worry about waking up at the same time.

Your neverending exhaustion continues to draw attention and it comes to a head during a night out.

You’re sitting in the booth you ad the girls have claimed with your head tilted back and eyes closed.

Unaware of how long you’ve been sitting like that, you jump when you hear something being placed on the table. The sound is immediately followed by the feeling of someone's foot brushing yours as someone takes a seat across from you.

Sitting up, you’re greeted by the sight of Mapi pushing a beer across the table toward you.

Not bothering to ask any questions, you grab the glass and take a couple of sips from it.

“I know you fall asleep everywhere but this is public even for you,” she says.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” you tell her, ‘just taking a moment to myself.”

Your words don’t even sound believable to your own ears and based on the look Mapi is giving you she isn’t convinced either.

“You should work on your lying face for when Pina gets over here and asks what’s wrong with you,” she says, “Might also want to perk up because she is definitely going to pull you out to dance with her.”

Taking a deep breath, you sit up a little further simultaneously running a hand down your face before finishing off your beer.

“Better,” you ask, hoping that small smile you put on doesn’t look too forced.

“It’s gonna have to work because here she comes.”

You have less than 5 seconds to pull yourself a little more together before Clàudia drops into your lap.

“Hola cariño,” she says as you shift trying to make the position more comfortable for the both of you.

Once you’re comfortable enough, you bury your face in the back of her shoulder before mumbling a greeting back.

Sitting there, with your girlfriend in your arms, it's like everyone else has suddenly vanished. For the first time in a couple of weeks, it doesn’t feel like your brain is trying to burst its way out of your skull.

It’s amazing.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t last very long because Mapi decides to remind you both of her presence.

“Cool so fuck me then,” she says. “You guys aren’t fun to be around when you’re being gross.”

Lifting your head slightly eyes barely showing from behind Pina’s shoulder, you shoot her the meanest glare you can muster before speaking.

“Do you want me to tell Clàudia about what happened when I went to play FIFA at your apartment last week,” you ask, “or are we both going to behave ourselves.”

You watch as Mapi leans forward slightly, trying to call your bluff with her eyes.

Unwilling to give in, you continue to glare at her before smirking and opening your mouth as though to tell the woman on your lap what happened.

“Alright fine,” she groans, sitting back. “Asshole.”

“Ha.”

“If the two of you are finished with whatever that was,” Clàudia begins, turning slightly to face you. “Will you come dance with me?”

Barely refraining from rolling your eyes, you unwrap your arms from around her waist, allowing her to stand and subsequently allowing yourself to be pulled up and towards the dance floor.

Time passes and at the end of the night, you walk both Pina and Patri back to their apartment.

Now, you’re leaning against their door, fighting a losing battle as Pina tries to get you to come inside.

“Just come inside and stay the night,” PIna says, for what must be the tenth time. She’s also pouting at you, which is not making things any easier on you.

“I kind of just want to go back to my place tonight,” you explain, trying not to give in.

“Y/N,” she whines.

“Clàudia,” you say in the same tone.

The two of you continue in this vein before Patri gets sick of your bullshit.

“For fucks sake, will you just come in and cuddle her, Y/N/N,” she shouts from somewhere inside the apartment. “We all know that if you go home, you’d just play video games until you pass out anyway.”

With a groan and a roll of your eyes, you allow yourself to be pulled into the apartment.

30 minutes later, you’re in the familiar position of spooning Pina laying in the dark, enjoying the silence. For a moment you think she’s fallen asleep, her breathing is even but then she speaks, startling you slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been having problems sleeping?”

“Didn’t think it was a big deal,” you explain, “Nothing I could've done about it anyway, They were out of my ADHD medication, so I’ve been trying to wait it out.”

A beat of silence.

“How long?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you not been on your meds,” she asks.

“Almost two weeks.”

There’s another pause as Pina takes the time to roll over in your arms.

You can’t see her face in the darkness but you can imagine the look she’s giving you. It’s probably a cross between frustrated, annoyed, and worried. You’ve been on the receiving end of that look more than a couple of times.

“Two weeks? We’ve played three matches in the last two weeks, how have you been functioning?”

“Been going on extra runs,” you reply, “It worked when I was a kid, figured it would help now. Besides sleep deprivation is the easiest symptom to deal with.”

“Y/N,” the way she says your name is far too soft. “Mi amor, that’s not healthy. You should’ve told someone, we could’ve helped you.”

“It’s not a big deal, I’m going to pick up my prescription tomorrow after practice.”

“Y/N.”

“Clàudia.”

“Y/N.”

“Clàudia.”

A sharp pinch is delivered to your side.

“Ouch,” you gasp, barely resisting the urge to pinch her back. “Cariño, I’ve had ADHD my entire life, two weeks without my meds isn’t going to kill me.”

You both hear and feel your girlfriend sigh deeply before she places a kiss on your chin and turns back over, returning to her original position.

A few silent moments pass and you feel yourself beginning to drift off only for Pina again.

“Amor?”

“Hmm?”

“Promise you’ll let me know if you’re struggling, okay? You don’t have to solve all your problems alone.”

“Sí, lo prometo.”

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 11 months

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The Phoenix and the Crow

part twelve

pairing: (hinted) kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: "action" i guess still netural

el's thoughts: this took wayy too long, i'm sorry haha but it's here! quick thank you to @jahayla-parker for helping me edit! i hope y'all like it! please remember to reblog and comment :)

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a/n: previously on the phoenix and the crow

She hummed, “We all do things for reasons only we know.” Twisting her fingers around each other, she sighed. “There are plenty of things I’ve done that if I had taken the time to actually think it through… I wouldn’t have made those choices, but in the end I’m standing here today and I wouldn’t be if I hadn’t made thoes choices. So, I wouldn’t change anything.”

“I wouldn’t-” Kaz was interrupted by Toyla shouting that they made it. Inej, Nina and Zoya all walked to one side, waiting for Y/N.

The inferni gave Kaz a tight smile, “Well, I’m off.” She pulled her shoulders back as she walked to where the other girls stood waiting.

Kaz watched in astonishment as the girl with whom he had just carried an intimate conversation with slipped back into the formal behavior that came with being a soldier. It was as if she had put back on a stoic and formal front, slipping back into her all too familiar mask. It was as if Y/N had only allowed herself a short break from such a pretense for those few private moments with him.

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Each step was taken cautiously as the group of six walked through the Fold. Growls could be heard around them causing Y/N to check their surroundings every minute despite Alina encircling them in a shield of light.

“This is it. The heart of the Fold. Where Kirigan first damned this country into darkness.” Alina spoke as she stood beside Mal, a set of stone steps behind them like ruins of an old building. “I think this is where we stand a chance of bringing it down.” Mal shifted closer to her, ready to draw his knife. She placed her hands over his and refused. “No. We can do this.” Alina lifted* her right hand and motioned for Mal to hold it.

Bewilderment washed over Y/N all at once when she saw the bright red light flow through the sun summoner’s veins. “He’s the firebird.”

Flares of blue and red light seeped out of Alina in powerful waves. The red spiraled around the couple and flew all over the place encompassing them like a forest fire.

The other four women stood to the side and watched in awe. “It’s beautiful.” Nina’s breath caught in her throat as she spoke. Zoya and Y/N reached for the heartrender’s hands as Inej said her prayers of worship in silence. The inferni’s amazement* was cut short when she felt another presence. She felt as if all the air had left her lungs as she turned to Zoya. “He’s here.”

“How touching.” The Darkling strode through Alina and Mal’s shield of light with his hands clasped and extended outwards before him. The black scars on his face were impossible to miss as Y/N stared him down from where she stood while holding her ground.

Alina let go of Mal, the red light instantly fading away.

“I almost feel bad for what I have to do now.” Kirigan said as he walked closer. “He is family after all.” He spat his words as if they were the vilest concept. The summoner threw a glance at the tracker before diverting her attention back to the Darkling.

“Get down!” Mal shouted.

Y/N’s attention was pulled toward where Mal stood with his gun drawn. She ducked down just in time to dodge the bullet meant for the nichovoya.

The Darkling drew his hands together, summoning the Cut. Alina quickly copied, both summoners aiming for the other. Their slices hit one another with such force they nearly canceled out each other’s power. Fortunately, Alina had used slightly more force and a piece struck Aleksander’s side. He flew back and landed hard on his back with a groan. Alina grinned with pride as she watched Kirigan squirm in pain.

“I’m hit.” His voice was strained while he spoke.

“Mal.” The sun summoner rushed to his side and in a flurry of panic, the light shield fell leaving everyone vulnerable to the monsters that are local to the Fold. Right before the four girls could run to Alina and Mal, Nina was snatched by the nichovoya.

“Nina.” Dread formed in Y/N’s bones despite the roaring rage in her chest. “Nina!” Inej and Zoya turned and looked around desperately for the heartrender. The three of them moved to stand back to back, circling each other protectively.

“Stay with me.” Alina’s voice cried out over the rushing of blood in their ears. “Stay with me!”

With a glance thrown quickly to Zoya, Y/N ran over to where Alina was bent over Mal’s body. She fell to her knees next to them as Mal drew his knife and handed it to the crying girl.

“I can’t.” Alina cried.

“Make them redraw all the maps.”

Y/N looked away from the couple while she felt her emotions bubble over.

The Darkling was once again adding another theft to his long list of stolen lives and other cherished belongings of the innocent girls he’d tormented. Genya, Zoya, Y/N, and Alina. Just another thing he got to ruin with his blood-stained hands. Convincing each girl of his feelings and intentions while he utilizes them as if they were pawns in a chess game. Sacrificing each of them for more power.

“I love you.” Alina said, her voice cracking from her tears.

“You know where to find me.”

Alina nodded, taking a deep breath before she plunged the knife through Mal’s chest. Instant regret and pain washed over her as she threw her head back and screamed. Her arm flew up over her head, as she channeled every last ounce of her power towards the sky, towards destroying the Fold.

Y/N watched the scene unfold with wide eyes before standing and running towards the two suli girls as the Fold vanished*. The now blue sky above them felt like a breath of fresh air, before they noticed the nichovoya spawning around them. They all shared a look and nodded.

Zoya twisted the wind between her hands, shoving the shadow monsters forward so Inej could use the Neshyenyer through the shadows. Y/N helped herd them with small flames. The squaller was thrown to the side by a long hand of shadow while Inej kept fighting the shadow monsters.

Alina’s voice could be heard calling Nina while she still leaned over Mal.

Once Inej sliced through the last shadow monster* all three grisha women rushed to the sun summoner’s side. Nina instantly started her attempts to revive the tracker.

Y/N rose to her feet when she noticed Kirgian standing.

“Now… You know sacrifice.”

The inferni scoffed, “Beyond anything you’ve ever known.” She spoke on behalf of the grieving summoner. “And look what it did.” She gestured around them.

“Indeed.” The Darkling nodded, “Look what it did.” He tore his eyes away from her to the lifeless body on the stone steps.

A fresh wave of tears washed over Alina as she stood slightly behind the inferni, “Mal and I changed the world. We tore down your Shadow Fold.”

“You have my sympathies for what comes next. When you realize that what you’ve done solves nothing. The world doesn’t need a Saint to protect it, Alina.” He took a step forward, “It needs a monster. And while I remain-” His words fell off into a coughing fit, his breath more labored. “Let me be your monster.”

Y/N stepped forward but Alina held her back. “You think that after everything, I’ll still stand by you?”

“There is no light without darkness. Without me, you have no counter, no balance. Let me carry the hatred of this world.”

“Hatred.” Alina scoffed*, “Because of the choices you made.”

“Choices you too will make… in time.”

“I will never walk your path.”

“I know you believe that now…” He groaned as he stepped forward again, “But look at Y/N.” The inferni stiffed at the mention of her name. “She’s already had to make some choices. Haven’t you?” She looked away as shame crept up on her.

“Soon the both of you will have no equal. The years spent alone will grind you down, they will harden you. And who will be there to shield you from it? Who will be there to save you?” Kirigan reached his hand to Alina’s face but she reacted quicker. Grabbing his wrist first, “I will save myself. Your legacy is already written. There is no redemption.” She shoved his hand away from her causing him to fall to his knees.

A loud gasp escaped his lips as his shadows shifted and formed. The sun summoner backed up as the shadow monster walked towards her. Y/N shoved Alina out of the way when she saw the claw-like hand reach for her. The monster grasped the inferni by her neck, lifting her off her feet into the air. Kirigan tried to lunge forward, “Leave her alone! No!” He was quickly shoved to the ground.

“Y/N!” Inej shouted and threw the Neshyenyer right under the grisha’s arm embedding itself within the monster causing it to go up in flames.

The Darkling rose to his feet while Y/N gasped for air. “You can’t control them, can you? You can’t control any of it.”

He extended his hand to her, “I thought I could control it all once. Find peace. And for a moment, I swear I did.” He closed his eyes as if he was taken back to his memories.

Y/N rose* to her feet with the blade in hand and took a deep breath through her nose. She raised the sword and plunged it into the Darkling, just below his ribs. His eyes shot wide open, “Without me, know they will come for you.”

“I’m… I’m a monster.” Y/N shuddered at the thought while she stared down at her hands. Kirigan came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Possibly, but as long as I’m around they will never know.”

The inferni gritted her teeth, “Let them come.” She pulled the sword out and let his body fall to the sand beneath them.

Alina walked to stand above him, blocking the sun from his eyes.

“Alina… you make sure there is nothing left of me. Please.” He choked on his breath, “Please.”

Y/N turned around and walked to where Nina knelt beside Mal’s body. Y/N turned briefly and made eye contact with Zoya, only exchanging a silent nod.

After no response from Mal’s body a dark look flashed in Alina’s eyes. Y/N noticed and spoke, “Think through your actions, Alina. Once done, you can’t reverse them.” The sun summoner ignored all caution and proceeded anyway, bringing Mal back to life with a loud gasp.

Y/N walked away to stand next to Zoya.

“What do we do with him?” The squaller asked.

“Will you wait with him until we return? I don’t want any heretics to find the body and make a martyr’s relic of it.” Alina said. “We’ll burn him where he fell. We’re on the other side of this now. There’s no turning back.”

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mad4turtles · 1 year

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~misinformed~

(A ROTTMNT One-Shot)

In which an upset outsider doesn't have all the facts. Donnie intervenes.

(outsider POV. my first time writing in this style :D)

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Your first mistake is thinking it'd be funny.

The mutant turtles—the Hamato's, your friends' supply—have been coming by Run of the Mill for about two years. Every time they show up, something happens, so much so that anyone not living under a rock knows who they are by word of mouth alone. Some of Hueso's newest customers come to see what spectacle the morons make of themselves this time.

The normally straight-laced, no-nonsense bone man doesn't seem to mind. He'll roll his eyes and sigh whenever the Blue one loudly struts in like he owns the place, but he hasn't turned them away since that one time the purple one tried to flip a table and failed.

It's as if the owner has a soft spot for the freaks. You can't imagine why. Not when chaos follows them at every turn, dragging others into it against their will.

Like that time with the Shredder beast that tore up the surface. You could care less about the humans, but you almost felt bad for them once the turtles got involved.

And then there was the invasion.

You were on your way to class when rubble started raining from above. Tendrils of pink, slime-coated tentacles seeped through the cracks of the only barrier between the human world and yours. And you're a big freaking guy, a bull yokai that towers over most of your peers, and you were cowering in a corner until the shaking stopped, and the world went quiet after what felt like years.

You learn later that the fabled Krang had been released from their prison dimension by a group of human cultists called the Foot Clan. The turtles were right in the middle of it.

Some thanked the turtles for cancelling the apocalypse, saving the world in a feat of bravery and selflessness. Others, like yourself, who'd heard from the eyes and ears above ground about how the Foot Clan had released the Krang, wanted to wring their necks.

So when, after two months of no-shows, the Blue one shows up alone wearing an oversized blue hoodie, a brace on his left knee and that stupid grin, approaching the counter with a barely-there limp in his step, you and your friends grin.

Your second mistake is leaving your table.

You wait until Hueso leaves to get his order to approach the boy and tap him on the shoulder. He turns and cranes his neck to meet your eyes, smirk firmly in place as he leans against the counter. “Can I help you?” he asks.

You snort, folding your muscular arms. “You're one of those turtle guys, right?”

Blue raises an eye ridge at you like you're the stupid one, gesturing to himself with a wave of his arm. “I mean, I am a turtle, so...”

You fight to keep your grin. “Yeah. I heard you guys were a big help during that crazy shit with the Krang. Terrible stuff, that was. A miracle you made it out.”

The kid's face twitches in an odd way you've never seen before his grin comes back up like shutters on a door. “Yeah, you could say that,” he says, inspecting his nails. “We're basically legends now, my bros and I. I go by many names, Neon Leon, Nardo, The World's Greatest Ninja--but you can call me Leo, my good man. Need me to sign your napkin for ya? Your face, your shirt—?”

The audacity of this kid. You admit you feel more than a little satisfied when you slap one hand down on the counter, making him jump as you loom over him.

“Sure. You're a hero, alright,” you sneer, drawing up to your full height as the kid bumps the back of his shell against the counter. “But I heard that you and your 'bros' were the morons who let those Foot freaks set the Krang loose in the first place. Ain't that right?”

You watch as the kid goes ridged, eyes wide, the smile wiped clean off his face. Finally. “How—I mean, I—I, uh—”

“What? Got nothing to say?”

You feel eyes on you from other patrons, your friends chuckling from your table, watching the smug idiot under you start to sweat.

“How about I help you? You can start with, I don't know, an apology. How many humans do you think lost their lives up there, hm? I don't give a shit either way, but since you're out here boasting about being their 'hero', I'd say that's a pretty big deal. Or what about the Yokai down here who thought they'd lose everything when the rubble fell and destroyed homes and businesses? You ever think about them while you were up acting like some big-shot playing pretend?” You chuckle. “Must've hurt like a bitch when reality slapped you in the face.”

There's a light tremble in the kid's hands as he tries and fails to muster a smile that falls hilariously flat. “L-Look—look, man,” he stammers, looking away and clutching his wrist with the other hand, subtly trying to skirt around you away from the counter. “It was—I messed up, I know that, and I—”

You don't let him finish. You don't care for his excuses. Instead, you shove him in the chest hard enough that he topples gracelessly to the floor in a heap. Your friends laugh a little louder, and you almost join in. This is their supposed hero?

“Then you got a lotta nerve showing up here like you didn't nearly start the apocalypse, buddy.” You snort again, sending his mask tails flying as he shuts his eyes against your breath. You lean down, lowering your voice into a growl for his ears alone.

“I speak for a lot of us when I say we're sick and tired of you freaks barging in here. We were fine until you showed up, acting like you belong. You ain't even true Yokai—word is you're a bunch of lab accidents that mad bastard Draxum cooked up. You weren't wanted then, and you're sure as hell aren't welcome now, so you'd best be on your way and not show your sorry shell around here again, you freaking pest—”

You have just enough time to watch Blue's eyes snap wide open, haunted and unseeing before a voice stops you cold.

“Hey.”

You lean back and turn around. The Purple one with the fake shell is stomping the distance between you, a look in his eyes that almost makes you think twice. Almost.

Beneath you, Blue is shaking. “D-Don,” he forces out in a choked voice. “You-you're meant to wait out—”

Purple walks right past you, not even looking at you, and kneels beside Blue, taking him by the shoulders, eyes roaming him up and down. “Are you alright? Are you injured?”

Blue looks at you briefly before looking away, utterly cowed. “'m fine.”

“You certainly do not look fine, seeing as you're on the floor, and my scanners picked up an abnormal heart rate increase. Was this fine gentleman responsible or am I misreading the situation again—?”

“Just drop it, Don. Tio's comin' back with our orders soon, so we'll split.”

You watch as Purple's drawn eyebrows (seriously, who does that?) furrow as he helps Blue to his feet. “Don't you wanna talk to Hueso? He hasn't seen you since your rehab started—”

“I know,” Blue snaps, looks like he regrets it, then hangs his head again, staring at the hand holding his wrist. You notice a blue cast under the drooping hoodie sleeve. “I know. But I just. I wanna go home. Okay?”

Purple stares.

You huff. “Better listen to your 'bro', here,” you say. “It's probably the first good idea he's had.”

Your last mistake is opening your mouth.

Purple turns very slowly and finally looks up at you. His expression is blank, unreadable, and even with all your height and strength, you admit it's slightly unsettling.

“I'm sorry,” Purple says, “who the hell are you?”

Behind him, Blue tentatively reaches for his hand and tugs it, whispering frantically—“It's not worth it, Dee, come on, don't make a scene, it's fine—”

Purple whirls on Blue. You can't see the face he's making, but it silences Blue instantly, his eyes wide. Your friends suddenly start whispering harshly at you to back up.

You ignore them, crossing your arms again so your muscles bulge. “Just a resident of the city your friend here nearly destroyed,” you say, riding the high of putting one more smug asshole in his place. It's high time he learned it.

Purple turns around again. He doesn't blink. “Is that so?” he asks.

“Donnie, please—“

“Nardo, I am invoking my rights as the eldest twin to silence you while I have a civil conversation with this good gentleman slash bull-guy,” Purple says in a clipped tone. He slips his hand from Blue's and steps forward until he's toe to hoof with you. He barely reaches your chest, and you almost laugh. “Would you care to elaborate on what you were talking to my brother about?”

You're more than happy to. “Just giving some friendly advice. You all talk a big game, but there's a thing called growing up and taking responsibility. Sooner or later, you'll have to put your toys away and realize real life isn't a game. You don't play hero and expect praise or thanks when things don't go how they do in your video games. That's how little pests like him get—”

Between one breath and the next, Purple grabs the edge of an unoccupied table, ripping it off its hinges and slamming you in the face.

The world goes white for a moment, a ringing in your ears. Warmth leaks down your lip and clogs your nose, and one of your horns feels worryingly loose. The ringing fades, and you realize the restaurant is silent.

You blink once, twice, and on the third blink, you see Purple standing over you with a chair lifted above his head by the legs. His face is murderous.

“Wait—!”

Purple brings the chair down on you with enough force to rattle the bones in your arms as you shield your bleeding face. He swings again, hitting your shoulder. He swings again at your knee, again at your head. Heedless of your cries or the shouts from the wait staff, the chair comes down again and again and again and again, each time a little harder, until the chair finally explodes in a shower of splinters.

You're an aching mess of bruises curled up on the floor, arms over your head like a child. You dare to peek, and Purple is panting hard, a single chair leg in his vice-like grip. Behind him, Blue stares with impossibly wide eyes.

Then Purple raises his head to pierce you with a glare. He stomps a foot on your side, and a pixelated wave of purple energy swirls around his arm, turning the chair leg into a glowing staff that he thrusts under your chin, right against your throat. You don't dare to move an inch even as breathing becomes difficult.

“You seem grossly misinformed, so allow me to do what is typical of my generation and educate you,” he says, his dead monotone belying the bloodlust in his gaze as he holds yours tighter than the staff in his hands. “My brother is sixteen. He is sixteen, and he made a mistake. One he would not have made had he known, had any of us known, what was at stake. But we didn't. He didn't, and he nearly died trying to make things right. Think about that for a second. My sixteen-year-old twin brother nearly killed himself to right a wrong and save not just New York or the Hidden City, but the whole freaking world.”

The tip of the bo presses harder against your neck. You splutter, fighting for breath.

“And you,” Purple hisses, “have no right to judge him. But alas, you were, as stated previously, grossly misinformed. So I will let you off with a warning.”

He leans in close enough that you can see the sparks of purple flashing in his golden eyes like lightning, and you're as stiff as a rabbit under the claws of a hawk. “If you ever come near my brother again—if you even look at him funny, you or your peanut gallery over there, I will hunt you down and reduce you to atoms. And I'll take your stupid freaking horns and hang them on my wall, or use them as mugs, as that seems to be popular with D&D fans. Either way, you will cease to exist, and no one will miss you when you're gone. Are we clear?”

You nod as best as you can, not trusting your voice—it's gotten you in enough trouble—and Purple finally takes the pressure off your neck, removing his foot from your side. You gasp greedily for air, sitting up on your elbows and rubbing your throat, your body throbbing.

Purple has already turned back to Blue, and Hueso's chosen now of all times to come running out, followed closely by one of the servers, a harried-looking dragon yokai. He takes one look at the room, one look at you, before whirling on Purple, speaking in rapid-fire Spanish that you couldn't understand if you tried. Purple wraps an arm around Blue and replies, also in Spanish, in that same dead monotone. Hueso looks at Blue, and something softens in his expression.

Only for it to harden again when he turns to you, bleeding from the face, still on the floor and littered with bruises and splinters of wood. Your friends finally get off their asses and help you up just in time for Hueso to march over and give you all the tongue-lashing of your lives for harassing young customers. You almost fire back, but Purple is watching you. You see your death in his flashing eyes and shut your mouth.

You're escorted out with a warning of a lifetime ban, utterly cowed under the stares of the patrons and the resentful glares of servers as you walk out the door. You feel Purple's eyes on you the whole time, and only when the mystic door swings shut can you breathe again.

You didn't think anything would scare you more than the Krang had, though you never actually saw them. But Purple's threat looms over your head and echoes in your ears, and you wonder.

You don't go back to Run of the Mill again.

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Thanks for reading <3 Feel free to send requests :3

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #disaster twins #rottmnt fanfic #my writing #I may make a part 2 with Donnie's POV #Leo seems a little OOC but this is from a stranger's POV #protective brother #can you tell i love the disaster twins?

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film-in-my-soul · 5 months

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Top Gun Hangster Masterlist

Fanfiction:

Each Piece of Your Body That It Takes

Rating: E

Summary: It's a random Thursday, nearly three in the afternoon, when Bradley gets a text from Jake. He's wrapping up a small magazine shoot on location when the notification comes in on his watch. It wouldn't be a surprise to see it if they hadn't made plans in the morning, and, as far as Bradley knows, Jake doesn't have anything going on that might have changed those.

Part 6 of imagine being loved by me Series

Here for the Show

Rating: E

Summary: Bradley commissions his favorite OnlyFans user for a personal video.

Things We Leave Behind

Rating: T

Summary: In a box, there lives two letters that the writers never want read.

In Your Loving Arms

Rating: T

Summary: Jake is hurt. But it’s alright. Bradley is there.

Takin' Care

Rating: M

Summary: A little domestic moment between Jake and Bradley amid the waves of Jake's heat.

Spin Me Round

Rating: T

Summary: The night before the rest of Bradley’s life he gets pretty drunk and a little lucky.

Talk to Me

Rating: T

Summary: When Bradley crashes, the voice in his head refuses to let him give up.

Honey, There is No Right Way

Rating: M

Summary: "Now, you don't have to accept it, Jake, you really don't, but-" Something touches the base of Jake's throat. Bradley's hands draw back, and the thickest part of his palms slide around Jake's nape to meet at the top of his spine. "I thought you might like it."

Part 5 of imagine being loved by me Series

Anti-Camera Shy

Rating: M

Summary: "Look," Jake says, sighing as he pulls his arm across his chest to stretch out the taxed muscle of his shoulder. His words falter when a shadow appears in the doorway of his gym room, a body leaning casually against the frame, familiar and amused eyes watching him with a quirked brow. It kicks up something hot in Jake's belly. He can't stop himself from smirking, forcing himself to refocus on the phone before someone realizes he's distracted and starts asking questions he doesn't want to answer. "He's gonna have his opinions all he wants, the wrong ones, mind you, but I'm not gonna let him ruffle my feathers because he thinks street tacos beat out Gumbo Shack."

Cuddle Bug in Training

Rating: T

Summary: "I'm not dating any psychopaths this time, Nat, promise," Bradley says, trying for lightness but only managing something so tired he's surprised he hadn't yawned the whole way through. Natasha snorts, her arms unfolding, but the look on her face remains painfully unimpressed.

Suitable Replacement

Rating: E

Summary: It's the middle of mid-term hell week, Jake's vibrator is broken, and the fastest Amazon can get him a new one is after the weekend. His only salvation seems to be the newest sex shop in town and the weirdest, hottest clerk Jake's ever seen.

Extra Credit

Rating: T

Summary: "I'm going to kill him," Bradley seethes, stomping into the teacher's lounge and briskly cutting across the room to get to the fridge where his lunch is waiting.

Crossing the Drift

Rating: T

Summary: How do you rationalize that the end of the world has been canceled? Bradley manages one breath at a time.

Gonna Make Your Home My Bed and Heart

Rating: E

Summary: Jake's stomach hurts, his eyes are watering, and there's an ache in his jaw as he holds a hand over his mouth, trying his hardest to stifle the donkey-like laughter spilling out of him. He'd had to push himself away from the table when doubling over was impossible to stop, and can feel, even as echoing laughter surrounds him, Bradley's hard stare. When Jake manages to open his eyes, looking up as he wipes the tears from them, the brunet is glaring.

I'll Be Home for Christmas (And I'll be Making it Your Problem)

Rating: T

Summary: Javy is scrolling past their local college's "Personals" page, seeing if they can find students they know enough to make harmless jokes at, when an apparent ad stops them both.

ART COMMISSION

Find Out How I'm Imaginin' You

Rating: E

Summary: Jake knows he should blow Bradley off again, come up with some excuse, anything, but he thinks about it too long, stares at the words, and without true thought, his fingers are moving, typing out a response and taking the choice out of his hands.

Part 4 of imagine being loved by me Series

Top Cut

Rating: T

Summary: Who knew going to a new (ridiculously hot) hairdresser could send Jake reeling? Certainly not him.

Honey Don't Feed Me, I Will Come Back

Rating: M

Summary: Jake responds by slowly lowering himself to his knees, arms behind his back. He only stumbles a bit, the tightness in his ears making him just on the wrong side of imbalanced. Jake knows Bradley catches the uncharacteristic fumble, his brow creasing, and Jake curses internally.

Part 3 of imagine being loved by me Series

Come Back Anytime

Rating: E

Summary: "I love this song." He finishes the rest of his drink with a long swallow and pretends not to see Bradley track the movement with barely parted lips and an enraptured expression forming at having been so effortlessly cut off.

Part 2 of imagine being loved by me Series

But Here We Are

Rating: T

Summary: More than self-confidence and swagger, Jake was raised on forgone conclusions. His family is Miliary legacy, so naturally, Jake would be too. Flying felt like breathing, so Jake would make it a part of his life since air is required for living. And ultimately, he and Bradley Bradshaw are both full of so much pride and ego it doesn't make room for anything more, so nothing more will happen.

The Halloween Special

Rating: E

Summary: "Bradley?" Jake calls out, getting a hand on the knob even as his heart rate spikes. The sound of sliding limbs and another hard thump make Jake's choice for him. Without further announcement, he throws open the bathroom door, only faintly sure he's prepared for what's behind.

You're Welcome

Rating: E

Summary: "Thought we agreed you weren't gonna let it get this bad." Javy's tone is soft and accusatory but in a way that Jake knows how to handle.

Part 1 of imagine being loved by me Series

Your Day

Rating: T

Summary: Some of that oppressive atmosphere lifts from Jake's shoulders as he catches the scent of old spice and pine, Bradley's mustache tickling the skin of his throat when he brushes a gentle kiss there. They stand together for a few minutes, breathing each other in before the brunet pulls back, pecking Jake twice on the lips before taking his hand.

56 Dollar Facial

Rating: E

Summary: He cannot be fucking serious. Except... except Bradley pulls out one, two, three twenty-dollar bills, looking at them for a moment in consideration before meeting Jake's eyes again.

Shut Up and Take It

Rating: E

Summary: "C'mon, Hangman, ask me sweet like, and I'll make you see stars." Bradley's voice is a deep purr. Jake can feel it in his bones.

Must Have Been the Mistletoe

Rating: G

Summary: Bradley hadn't thought trying to arrange a fourteen-person Christmas party would be so hard. He supposes he should have known better, given the summer barbeque debacle a few months prior and the Thanksgiving disaster that had just happened at Ice and Mav's. Still, he'd been under some impression that the Christmas spirit would make the majority of his friends (his family, really) more manageable. By the fourth phone call in as many as two hours, Bradley is contemplating faking his death and having the entire thing called off.

Raincheck

Rating: E

Summary: "We don't have to," Jake says against the shell of Bradley's ear, "and if we do, we can just call it a one-off, a couple of life-affirming orgasms between friendly rivals?" Jake's fingers press right beneath his belly button, and Bradley's head tips even further to rest on Jake's shoulder. The sound punching out of his lungs breathless. Jake still doesn't push.

I Won't Stop Running

Rating: M

Summary: "What? You said you were heading somewhere, didn't wanna give me the exact location, so sure, I've got a shotgun with no passenger and snacks that'll get us from here to Texas." When Bradley continues to stand there, with no response other than a widening of his eyes and slackening of his jaw, Jake takes two steps forward, close but not crowding into Bradley's space. "So, what'da say Bradshaw? Wanna come see the lone star state with me?"

I'll Kneel for You

Rating: E

Summary: "You look good," Bradley rasps the familiar words across the skin of his throat, nose dragging along to inhale the sharp scent of musk and jet fuel. And as practiced as their song and dance is, Bradley doesn't let Hangman pick up where he usually does. Instead, Bradley swipes his tongue in one long stripe from his pulse to the shell of his ear and pulls Hangman back against his chest, the other man going easily, gasping and sinking against him. "Best damn thing I've ever seen."

Take Off

Rating: G

Summary: Jake is what the man's name tag reads when Bradley is able to force his eyes down. And if he gets a little lost, mapping what contours of the man's chest he can see beneath his uniform, that's between Bradley and no one else. Except... maybe Jake too, because when Bradley forces his eyes back up, the blonde is smirking, all amused. It's the kind of look someone has when they know they're attractive and are aware the person staring is thinking that same.

Feels Like the First Time

Rating: E

Summary: "I want to have sex with Bradley Bradshaw."

Megaphone Serenade

Rating: G

Summary: Jake knew about Bradley Bradshaw. Bob was friends with him; they shared a choir class, and Bradley helped with some jazz performances if they were down a keys player. But he’d never really noticed the other boy before.

Lions and Tigers and...Vultures?

Rating: G

Summary: As much as he can admit to himself that it's interesting, being inside the different enclosures, it's also not something that's done lightly. Still… Bradley can see the excitement poorly masked in Jake's expression, he's heard the other man talk about his cats like they're common house pets, and he wants to share that with Bradley just a little.

We're Only Mortals

Rating: T

Summary: "Jake," Maverick, even far away, sounds strict but mercifully calm. So very unlike how Jake is suddenly feeling. "I need you to take a deep breath and tell me what exactly is going on." Jake doesn't know if he can do that, his brain echoing over and over that he needs to get to the hospital, that nothing else matters. But training comes with the panic too. He's been taught how to push down the adrenaline and fear and work through the problem. It's probably the only thing keeping Jake from stumbling.

If You Have to Leave, Just Come Back

Rating: T

Summary: Bradley might have been doing fine, but he wasn't exactly doing good.

Adrenaline Rush

Rating: T

Summary: Bradley has been flying for years now. Half as long as he's been alive, he's been in a cockpit, sometimes in the driver's seat and sometimes not. Never before, though, regardless of the mission or the training exercise, has Bradley ever come so close to death. And he'd been quite literally shot out of the sky not three hours prior.

Don't Joke

Rating: G

Summary: Jake thinks he probably shouldn't have underestimated Bradley so much when he'd "accidentally" initiated the start of a seemingly harmless prank war.

Let's Trade Vows

Rating: G

Summary: “You ready for this, Bradshaw?” Bradley finds her eyes on him in the mirror and nods. He tucks his piece of paper into his suit jacket and gives himself a final once-over. He looks as good as he’s going to get. A chime from Natasha’s phone draws his attention away, regardless. She’s smirking down at the screen, and when her eyes meet his, he already knows what she’s going to say. “Showtime. The bride is on his way.”

Paw in Paw

Rating: T

Summary: "Look, are you gonna help or not? Cause I didn't drive twenty minutes outside of town just to let this dog die, okay?" He knows he's not being exactly fair. It's fifteen minutes past nine, and he's pretty sure when he clicked on the clinic's navigation on google, it had said they were closing soon. But Bradley's also just come off a ten-hour shift, and the anxiety of having a potentially dying animal in his back seat as he'd broken one or three speeding laws wasn't improving his mood much.

Sunny-Side Up

Rating: G

Summary: "Don't stop on my account," Bradley's voice is a sleep-deep rumble against Jake's spine, mustache tickling Jake's naked shoulder as he presses a kiss to his skin.

Podfic:

Rack 'Em Up, Big Blonde

By: Earthangel_44 (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: E

Length: 00:37:36

Summary: Bradley becomes a regular at a Hooters to spend three hours with a blonde server with an unfortunate taste in football teams. Along the way, Bradley might have developed feelings.

AKA: Jake is a Hooter's girl and Bradley is his regular.

Little Chicks

By: AnadoraBlack (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: T

Length: 00:09:06

Summary: Living together. Happily married. The last step? Adding to the family!

Part 4 of Love Nest Series

Building a Nest

By: AnadoraBlack (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: T

Length: 00:18:10

Summary: They've been living together for a little more than a year when Bradley decides that he can't live a second more without putting a ring on Jake Seresin's finger...

Part 3 of Love Nest Series

Ten Dates

By: AnadoraBlack (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: E

Length: 01:14:15

Summary: Bradley does take Jake on those promised ten dates. They're...life-changing.

Part 2 of Love Nest Series

Little Bird

By: AnadoraBlack (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: T

Length: 00:29:11

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw has been hiding something from Maverick for a while now. He decides to come clean with it. Mav's world - and later, Jake's - is turned upside down by that revelation...

Part 1 of Love Nest Series

Lions and Tigers and…Vultures?

By: ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: G

Length: 00:21:56

Four Letter Word That I Don't Have the Guts to Say

By: Earthangel_44 (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: M

Length: 00:37:53

Summary: Bradley doesn't talk much. But what he does say is never what he means.

The story of how Bradley gets tattoos and learns to love.

Don't leave me, please

By: AnadoraBlack (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: M

Length: 00:48:05

Summary: When Jake learns that Rooster's plane went down and he may not make it, he goes into shock. Then he decides that he WON'T let Bradley Bradshaw bail on him. No matter what he needs to do to make sure he wakes up...

sour apple baby (you taste so sweet)

By: attolians (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: M

Length: 00:35:33

Summary: Bradley and Jake became friends with benefits...but neither of them know how to do it right.

Unspoken

By: dalearden (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: E

Length: 00:07:24

Summary: He thumbs at the tattoo with a gentleness that’s not his usual style. The letters have been inked in a simple cursive script, just Hangman’s initials and nothing else. He sweeps a callused pad across the letters and Hangman knows there and then that feeling Rooster shudder under his touch will go down as one of the most pleasing moments of his life.

time and time again

By: andthentheybow (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: M

Length: 00:46:23

Summary: Rooster wakes up on the third April 22nd in a row covered in phantom explosion burns and with the concrete knowledge that this mission is going to go terribly, horribly wrong.

The mandatory 5+1 fic

By: AnadoraBlack - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: M

Length: 00:18:15

Summary: 5 times Rooster thinks there might be something between him and Hangman; and 1 time he knows for sure.

All the Sky Above

By: xo_em (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: T

Length: 00:12:27

Summary: It’s Maverick who calls him, waking him from a dead sleep at 11:28 pm on a Tuesday night, to tell him that Jake has flipped his car on the freeway.

like, what up, I got a big cock

By: milestaller (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: E

Length: 01:07:08

Summary: “Wait. Why is your callsign Rooster, anyway?”

Phoenix snorts beer up her nose.

or, what happens when Hangman doesn't know how to quit when he's ahead.

Take My Breath Away

By: Earthangel_44 (written) - ReformedTsundere/Film-In-My-Soul (Recorded)

Rating: E

Length: 00:26:48

Summary: "Bradley survives the mission and realizes he might be in love."

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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Find Your Love

“Ladies and gentlemen but especially my ladies we have the amazing and talented Jack Harlow with us today.” You spoke into the mic of your radio show. You owned one of Atlanta’s biggest radio shows were you spoke and talked about men and how they really aren’t shit and you allowed for other callers to call in and express all the stress and anger they have built up around men or just in general.

“I’m not gonna lie I was a bit nervous coming here, I don’t feel like getting canceled.” Jack laughed into the mic as he leaned back into his chair. You rolled your eyes and took out some papers with questions you had fans send in a few day prior to his arrival.

“Well you definitely aren’t getting canceled at least not on my show. I have a few questions some fans sent in for me to ask. I’m gonna read a few if you don’t mind.” You looked up to find Jack smiling at you while scratching his beard.

You shut your legs tightly feeling that oh to familiar feeling causing Jack to laugh once he noticed. You glared at him knowing what he was doing.

“What’s so funny Jack?” You asked smirking as he realized you put him on the spot.

“Oh nothing, nothing at all so about those questions yeah?” He laughed and you smiled before reading a few out loud.

“What’s your go to snack.” You read off the paper. Jack squinted his eyes trying to think of a good snack as if that was going to help.

“Shit my favorite snack besides my sun chips would have to be you.” He smirked causing you to gasp and make some of your coworkers laugh at your embarrassed face.

“Jack if you don’t get somewhere you’re a damn flirt and a player.” He shrugged his shoulders and licked his lips.

“I mean what can I say? How about we switch this whole thing around let me ask you questions and you answer. Sound like a deal?” You we’re a bit hesitant seeming as this has never happened before but you nodded and smiled and agreeing with him.

“What’s your favorite thing to do when you aren’t working?” Jack asked his blue eyes looking at you with so much focused which made you a bit nervous, man didn’t break eye contact with you at all.

“I’d say drawing or painting I’ve always been into it ever since I was a little girl.” You smiled softly at all the memories of painting with your mom flooded your mind.

“What’s something about you that nobody knows?”

“Well whenever I am free I love going down to the animal shelters and volunteering I just love animals and hate that they gotta be locked up in those cages.”

“What’s one of your biggest passions in life.” That one caught you off guard because what was your biggest passion in life.

“My biggest passion in life.. well I’d say creating a safe place for women I mean the whole point of this radio show is for women to call in or young girls as well to call in and express whatever issues they had for the day. It’s a male free zone so you’re lucky you got in.” You laughed and making Jack smile and wink at you.

Jack couldn’t help the smile that was placed on his face, you were different you weren’t like most of the girls he meant while on the road. You were down to earth and sweet and that’s something he loved.

Jack was so spaced out in his day dream about you that he didn’t realize you were now in his face and shaking him.

“Jack!?! What the hell happened to you I’ve been calling your name for about three minutes now.” He blushed seeing how both of your faces were a few inches away from each other. He couldn’t help but to let his eyes wander down to your lips and back up into your eyes.

“Are you okay Jack? Do you want a water or something.” He shook his head before clearing his throat.

“No I’m sorry I’m good I promise but uh I got one more question.” He asked as you went and sat back down in your chair.

“What is it Jack?”

“Will you will you uh go on a date with me?” Your coworkers ooo’d from outside the studio making you flip them off.

“I’d love too Jack.” He smiled and sighed in relief looks like he was gonna make you his after all.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine

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total-drama-takes-takes-2 · 10 months

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tti episode 23

“Last time, on Total Takes Island: those lazy, ungrateful maggots got swept up in a flash flood caused by Chris’ weather-making machine and were left on a deserted island to die. The skinny one got lost at sea until he paddled back, accompanied by a crayon drawing with the same IQ as him. The other three ended up together in a treehouse after glasses and sarcasm central got themselves spooked by a fake dinosaur skeleton, even though the green one knew it wasn’t real. Eventually, they all found production camp and the drawing took the walk of shame. Yeah, it’s me doing the recap again. Got a problem with that?!” Chef shouts. “Chris is off on his paid vacation so I’m hosting today’s episode… again.”

The rain has finally cleared (or Chris’ machine just ran out of oil) and the sun is finally shining again over Wawanakwa. It’s a bright and sunny morning, the day before the next challenge, though no one seems exactly enthused about it.

McLovin is hidden away in the craft tent, making macrame owls (which he’s been producing in droves, filling his cabin with), Ass locked everyone else out of the communal bathrooms so they could take a long shower, and Michael and Julia are glaring daggers at each other across the mess hall.

The breakfast today was left out on the counters- a cold, chili-like substance with just enough spices to completely cancel out the flavor altogether- and Chef is nowhere to be seen. Julia mixes the reddish-brown slop with her spoon before forcing herself to take another hesitant bite. The silence hangs heavy over the room.

Finally, Michael speaks. “Where’s your boss at?”

“They are not-” Julia pauses, seething. She takes a deep breath and calms down. “Showers.”

“And you’re not there to wash their feet like a good disciple?” she asks, smiling at her own joke. Julia glares.

“Absolutely not. I’m not their employee, we’re allies,”

Michael rolls her eyes. “Oh, right, just like how I was your friend?”

A deep silence falls once more. Julia stands and scrapes the rest of her plate into the garbage before sitting next to Michael.

She sighs. “I really am sorry, you know. I didn’t think you’d get so upset. I guess I didn’t start thinking about other people until-”

“Scruffy?” Michael raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Julia says, balancing her chin in her palm. “It’s so stupid. They’re totally smart enough to know that they were being played, and they helped me anyway.”

“Have you considered the idea that they actually liked you?”

Julia bites her lip. “Maybe. But that… and what happened with Ass made me realize how bad I screwed things up between us, even though we were never really friends,”

“Well,” Michael pauses and then smiles. “We could always start.”

Julia smiles back, and the two shake hands before the intercom screeches to life.

“Attention, campers! Report outside your cabins at 0900 hours- and that means now!”

---

McLovin is already out, sitting on the grass and making a macrame owl as Chef watches and shakes his head sadly. There’s a large, boxy TV set on a cart sitting out on the grass besides the two.

Ass fluffs their newly shampooed and dried hair as Julia stands next to them. She takes a breath for a second before turning to them. “Is that my shampoo?”

They shrug. “I ran out,”

“I only had enough left for-”

Ass holds a finger to her lips to shush her as Chef begins speaking. Michael rolls her eyes from nearby.

“As you may have heard, I am in charge of tomorrow’s challenge. But before that, Chris left these instructions for me,” Chef says, holding up a piece of paper. “He wanted to give you all some… extra motivation.”

McLovin stands, holding his owl. The remaining campers glance at each other nervously.

“So, here’s a few encouraging words from your fellow campers,” he steps back, turning the TV on. Footage from the confessionals begins to play.

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BONNIE: “What do I think of Julia? Well, besides the fact that she’s a backstabbing little witch who loves to insert herself in everyone else’s business, she’s rude, scheming, passive-aggressive, and downright annoying. But at least she’s not Ass,”

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COURTNEY: McLovin and I have been best friends since the very beginning. I’m not surprised this dumb drama show is trying to tear us apart,”

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MICHAEL: “Julia’s not exactly the nicest person on the island, but at least with Ass here, she isn’t the meanest,”

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ASS: “McLovin? Please. He’s the exact opposite of a threat,”

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SCRUFFY: “Listen, I know Julia’s sucking up to me extra hard to get my vote when it comes to the next few elimination ceremonies, but, I’ll admit: I kinda like the attention,” they pause to smile. “Plus, when we’re not in the game, she can be pretty cool to hang out with.”

---

The screen goes static and everyone turns to Julia, who’s just beaming. Chef rolls his eyes and thwacks the top of the TV to get it working again.

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SHA-MOD: “McLovin?! McLovin is my best homie on the island, possibly in the whole world! I hope one of us wins so we can move in together in a massive dream mansion and open an oil rig or whatever rich people do!”

---

The screen goes static once more. McLovin wipes a tear from his eye. Chef sighs. “Most of the confessionals people gave about you, we can’t air due to profanity,” he says, squinting at Ass. “But we still got some left.”

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MAX: “Don’t air this, but… I think Michael might like me. And, honestly, I… don’t hate that. I can’t take any chances, but maybe when I win I’ll have the guts to ask her out. She’s just so… you know?”

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Michael smiles, her face tinted pink as the screen goes static again before turning to Julia.

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JULIA: “Do I really believe that? No. But I need an ally and, well, to be frank, Michael has always come off as kinda desperate.”

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JULIA: “Okay, how is that little twig still here? I totally miscalculated, I should’ve picked his pathetic ass off way earlier!”

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JULIA: “I guess I should keep her on my side for the merge, but still… all that drama for what? A chick who can’t do anything but whine and argue? Um, yeah, I’ll take my chances with the egghead.”

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JULIA: “Natalie- and yes, I’m not using that stupid name for her- is easily one of the most contrived, self-absorbed players we have. I cannot believe they’re still here.”

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JULIA: “Me? Scared of Michael? Can you imagine?”

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Chef turns off the television set. “That one had a lot to say,” he grumbles, wheeling away the cart. “I’ll see you all tomorrow for your next challenge!”

Everyone turns and glares at Julia, who smiles nervously. Ass flips their hair over their shoulder and walks off as McLovin hangs his head and holds his macrame owl close.

Michael just glares. “So much for new friends, huh?”

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The sound of birds chirping and squirrels chittering seems louder this morning. That’s the first thought Julia has as she wakes up, sitting on the furthest bunk from everyone else (where she’d been banished to last night).

She rubs her eyes, scanning her surroundings. As her eyes adjust, she gasps.

“We’re in the woods!”

“Genius observation. We’re at summer camp, Einstein,” Ass grumbles, pulling their pillow around their ears.

“No, I mean we’re outside! We’re literally in the woods!”

Ass sighs and sits up, taking off their sleeping mask and scanning the clearing they’d been dropped into.

“Oh. I guess we are,”

They hop out of bed and put their hands on their hips, looking for some kind of instruction for their next challenge. When nothing happens, they sigh and walk over to Michael, shaking her awake.

“Hey, what the hell!” she says, sitting up suddenly and bumping her head on the upper bunk.

“Get up,” Ass snaps, looking off to where McLovin’s bunk is across the clearing. “Can someone wake that noodle up? We’re obviously starting our next challenge!”

“That is correct!” Chef yells through Chris’ megaphone as a helicopter hovers over the clearing. He hops off the drop-down ladder as it approaches. “Your challenge is to find your way out of the forest without starving, freezing, or otherwise dying!”

“You cannot be serious!” Ass yells. “We just did this!”

“Not quite. That time, you didn’t have teams,” Chef chuckles. “Each of you will get a partner- first ones back to camp win immunity. Now choose, and fast!”

Julia looks at the three other players, who glare at her sharply.

Michael steps next to Ass. “Yeah, I’ll take my chances with the pretentious one,”

“Hey, you can’t do that! Natalie is my ally!” she snaps. “Tell her!”

Ass rolls their eyes. “Um, maybe you would’ve been useful if this was a computer-nerd challenge, but this is wilderness survival. I’ll take my chances with the circus freak,”

“Thank you,”

Julia glares. “You can not just double cross me like that! That’s so unfair!”

“Don’t like the taste of your own medicine, huh?” Michael says as Chef tosses them a duffel bag of supplies. “Choose a side.”

Julia scoffs as the two get the go-ahead to start off from Chef. McLovin catches the next duffel bag and its weight immediately pulls him to the ground. She groans.

“Better hope you get back before sundown!” Chef yells as the helicopter swings back around and lowers the ladder. “It gets real dark out here!”

---

McLovin and Julia step through the woods as she digs through the pack. He’s been plucking long grass as they walk and using it to craft yet another small macramé owl.

“Compass, good. Water, some granola bars…” Julia says before looking up to see the creation he’s holding up to her with a big smile. “What is that?”

“It’s macramé!”

“Oh, God,” she sighs. “If we get attacked by bears, you’re going first.”

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“Okay, so, what’s the plan?” Ass asks, slinging the bag over their shoulder as the two walk down the river.

“Well, camp is north, right? The sun is just risen over those hills, so that’s east, so camp is that way,” Michael says, pointing ahead. “As long as we don’t get turned astray, we should be there before night.”

“Good!” Ass says merrily before suddenly shoving Michael into the river current. “See you!”

“Hey!” she yells as she’s swept down south. “That’s so not cool!”

“Deal with it!” they shout back, chuckling to themselves as they begin walking north, supplies in hand.

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Julia looks up at the sun and sighs. “It’s almost noon, and I still have no idea where we are,”

McLovin is busy with yet another miniature owl. He’s humming to himself as Julia grumbles about not the compass being cheap and crappy, weaving in and out.

She turns to him, getting slightly more annoyed with every passing second. “Could you please do something useful for once?” she snaps. “I am carrying this entire team on my back right now!”

“Well, you’re not doing a very good job,” McLovin says. “We’ve passed that tree three times now.”

“What?! How would you know?!”

He looks up and points- hanging from a branch is a grass-woven macrame owl. Julia blinks, then begins looking around the trail- various owls are hanging from the trees they already passed. “Oh, my God. You’re making a trail!”

He shrugs. “Lots of weaving material out here,”

“Okay, so, if we already tried this path,” Julia thinks to herself, looking up ahead to where a fork in the trail leads to another, owl-less road. “Let’s go this way!”

---

Michael pulls herself onto the muddy bank of a downstream beach. She coughs up some water and steps onto dry land, caked in mud and river weeds.

She pulls off her parka and wrings it out, frowning angrily.

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MICHAEL: “Is there anyone on this island who isn’t a completely selfish whack-job?”

---

Michael walks through the woods, carrying her parka over her shoulder. The sun indicates that it’s a little after noon, meaning she only has a few hours left to run upriver, completely without supplies or any help.

---

Ass walks merrily through the woods, humming. They stop to enjoy the entire supply of granola bars and half of the water, not concerned about having to share, and then continue on their way.

After a few more hours of walking, they get hungry again. They check the bag and find it empty.

“Great! Just great! Thanks for the provisions, Chef!” they shout at a nearby camera.

Ass sighs, putting their hands on their hips and looking around before spotting a blueberry bush just off to the side of the river. They smile and begin collecting berries in the bag from that bush, then the next, then the one after that.

“There! That should be enough to last me the rest of the walk,” they smile triumphantly, popping a berry in their mouth. “Now back to… wait… where’d the river go?”

They look around and notice they’re completely isolated in the woods.

---

“So, what’s the deal?” Julia asks, munching on a bag of chips from the supplies. “You some kind of artist?”

McLovin looks around. “Who, me?”

“Um. Yes. Who else would I be talking to?”

They stare at each other for a moment. Julia sighs. “I mean, you’re always drawing and making stuff. That’s like, art things, right?”

“Um… maybe. I just like crafts,” he says, holding up another owl. “And baking. And gardening. Back home, I make lots of stuff for my friends, and my classmates, my teachers, my mom, my dentist…”

Julia looks at him. “How do you manage to do anything for yourself?”

He blinks. “For… myself?”

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JULIA: “I’ve been asking myself for a while how McLovin keeps evading the vote, and I think I finally found out. He’s a doormat. He’s like clay, he’s easily impressionable and bends whichever way you want him to. Not a great player, but a great pawn,”

---

“Yeah, I mean, don’t you ever do things just for you?”

“Um… not really. You do?”

Julia laughs. “Everything I do is for myself!”

There’s a brief pause as McLovin finishes up his latest macramé piece and looks down at it. “That’s kind of sad,”

---

The sun begins the set in the distance as Michael trudges along the river, now mostly dry. She’s made good progress, but it’s becoming apparent she’s not getting any closer to camp before dark.

She sighs, sitting on a nearby rock.

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MICHAEL: “Maybe this is it. Maybe this is where the road ends for me. I had a good run, right?”

---

Michael closes her eyes for a moment, letting the spirit of giving up compel her to relax. She eventually stretches, and then sits back, casually waiting for someone to come get her.

“I give up!” she yells into the treeline, looking for cameras. “You can come get me now, I quit!”

Nothing happens. She waits for a bit longer, and still no one comes to get her. Michael sighs and kicks a rock at her feet before picking up a long stick nearby and doodling in the mud.

She draws a heart, scribbling M + M in the center, and then stares at it for a few minutes, thinking to herself. She rises to her feet and holding up the stick, a new look of determination on her face.

She shouts back into the treeline. “Never mind!” and then takes off along the river again, mumbling to herself. “I want to win! I want to win!”

---

Ass grumbles as they attempt to make a fire for the eighth time, hands all scratched up and sore from the half-hour of rubbing against a very uncomfortable stick.

To their delight, a small spark lights up a tiny section of wood before being blown out in the breeze. They groan, standing and throwing their sticks to the side and crossing their arms.

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ASS: “Okay, maybe I didn’t think getting rid of Michael all the way through,”

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They scale a tree (only slipping a few times) and sit on a branch, leaning against the trunk before closing their eyes and forcing themselves to sleep.

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McLovin and Julia sit around a hastily-made fire from a matchbox included in their supplies. McLovin is sketching a portrait of Julia in the dirt while she holds still.

“Okay, just one more… and done!” he says, stepping back. Julia comes over to his side of the fire to look.

“Ooh, it’s good!” she comments, studying the realistic sketch. “You’ve got some talent hidden in there after all.”

“Um… thank you, I think?” he says, tossing the stick he used as a tool into the fire. “Wish I had some paper, though. Then you could take the drawing with you.”

“Eh, that’s okay. I’m kind of sick of looking at myself anyway,”

Julia takes her seat back on the other side of the fire and uses it to warm her hands. “How far do you think we are from camp?”

“Um… maybe a few hours, I’m not sure. But I stopped seeing my owls a while ago, so-”

A sudden violent rustling from within the dark of the woods catches their attention and they fall silent, looking at each other. The two stand and begin backing away, just for Michael to stumble out of the forest.

“What the-” Julia starts, squinting at the mud-covered camper. “Michael?”

She groans, sitting up and coughing. “Oh. I thought you were Ass,” she says, looking between the two.

“You got separated?” McLovin asks.

“Against my will, yes,” Michael mutters, holding up a sharpened spear she made. She looks at the ground, seeing the Julia portrait and raises an eyebrow. “I was going to attack and steal my supplies back, but obviously you two have your own thing going on.”

Julia rolls her eyes. “Um… yeah. Wouldn’t expect you to stick around anyway, since I’m such a backstabbing traitor,”

“You and Ass really are a match made in heaven,” Michael grumbles, pushing between McLovin and Julia and walking back into the dark of the woods.

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The sun rises over the island. Ass snores as they sit on their branch, breathing heavily as a spider crawls from the canopy onto their nose. Their eyes slowly open and they blink before screaming, slapping their own face and falling out of the tree.

“God damnit!” they shout, standing and groaning. “Stupid forest!”

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McLovin and Julia continue down the trail at an even pace, chatting merrily while taking turns holding the duffel bag.

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MCLOVIN: “You know, I used to think Julia was kind of scary, but she’s actually pretty okay once she doesn’t see you as a threat or an expendable team member!”

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JULIA: “I don't know why McLovin even needs the money. He could make millions hosting seminars on how to make friends”

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Ass runs down the path to camp, catching sight of the end of the treeline they shout in victory as they reach the cabins, cheering while Chef rolls his eyes.

“I win! I win invincibility, suckers!”

Julia and McLovin walk out of the woods, casually strolling down to camp. They sigh as they see Ass cheer.

“Not so fast,” Chef says. “You need both members of your team to be present to win, and I don't see no green haired girl. Blondie and string bean the winners.”

“Oh, what, Michael? I’m pretty sure she got eaten by bears,” Ass rolls their eyes. “A shame, really. So I win by default!”

“In your dreams, you freak!” Michael says, bounding out of the woods with her spear. “You tried to kill me!”

“No, I tried to drown you. Whether or not you died was on you, I'm the winner!” Ass snaps. “Julia, tell them!”

Julia glares. “Um, no,”

Ass turns, a look of pure malice on their face. “If your sorry ass wants to keep your cushy ride to the finale with me, you better-”

“Oh, please!” Julia yells, dropping the bag to throw her arms out. “All you’ve done is whine and complain and carry around those big books, which, by the way, I know you only pretend to read because you can’t admit you find them boring! I have been carrying you from the second you got here because I was gullible enough to believe you were somehow a competent player! All you know how to do is read and then pretend you have any stakes in this game just because you’re mean! I voted out the only person on this island that actually cared about me because of you! And all you’ve done is treated me and everyone else like garbage even though, let’s be honest, without us you would’ve been dead in the woods by now! So you can get someone else to be your slave, because I’m done! Enjoy your boat ride home, you airheaded bimbo!”

Julia storms off, McLovin and Michael watching with wide eyes before turning back to Ass, who looks mortified.

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“Well, you all survived,” Chef rolls his eyes. “Now one of you is going home. You two are safe,” he says, chucking the marshmallows at Julia and McLovin (who have to duck to avoid the high speeds they’re flying at).

Michael and Ass look at each other, both frowning deeply.

“Green one- no one likes you. And mean one- no one likes you even more!” Chef shouts. “But, and thank God, you maggots finally came to your senses and voted someone worthwhile off!” He throws the final marshmallow to Michael.

Julia smirks as Ass gasps, then glares, standing and kicking their log. “Fine! I hate all of you anyway! This island doesn’t deserve me!”

“Damn right,” Michael grins.

Ass groans and storms off.

“Whatever!” Chef shouts, walking off. “Congratulations to the final three! Chris will be seeing you all shortly for your next challenge!”

McLovin, Julia, and Michael look between each other.

#tti #total takes island

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beyondthebackup · 9 months

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[A meek sky-blue envelope rests beneath one of Backups paintings, pulled from the wreckage of their art teacher's car, sheltered from the rain by canvases left for students to sort through at their careless leisure] — "This gloomy weather casts the world in cobalt blue, everything cold and rattling with nature's halting breath while I wait in dim-lit studies for the next sunrise, dreary and touch starved, the windows shiver but the chill that runs up my spine is inspired by the sight of you. It's so unfair, your sleeves rolled to the elbows, letting the rain steal the warmth from your skin, permitting it to lace into the masculine grace of your fingers as though they don't know they belong to me. If I could bury my melancholy in the knit of your damp sweater, I would join you in the wet grass, your hand in mine, our bodies trembling with living force, let my clothes grow heavy with yours until they hang off our shoulders, the rain undressing you for me the way it should because you do not belong to the heavens or the earth, you are meant to be only mine. My worshiping fingers would slide over the valleys they traced out for me to follow, leading me to your temple, daring God to strike me down for blasphemy - ♡"

"...Bastard,"

Backup mutters to himself, scowling at his reenactment of the last chess match Alternative bested him in. Behind the restless leg-bouncing and tongue-biting is the bitter recognition of his own error, and in a game with Alternative a single mistake is all it takes to bring everything to a humiliating end. His rival left no room for mistakes.

To an observer witnessing his presentation of aloof confidence, it may be unclear just how hard Backup works... Class. Training. Assignments. Projects. Cases. Study. Study. Study more because you know that's all perfect little Abel does, (God forbid he ever have fun) and if you stop to rest the gap between you will only widen like the maw of a great beast...so instead, you run until you can't anymore and when you can't anymore you just- get shitfaced. Get laid. Get even. Get sleep? Maybe, maybe not. Get up and do it again. Did L ever live so miserably, or was he just born worthy?

No one could hold Backup to a more impossible standard than himself.

Yet, he made a mistake. Worse, a blunder - he remembers now, that move was an impulse, the game was at a climax, he saw an opening and he took the bait. It was a trap, of course.

Whenever things feel easy with Abel Astier, it's usually a trap. The sun glittering through a canopy of trees is just a pretty spotlight, body heat makes you detectable, warmth makes you vulnerable to ambush, and before you know it you're on the other end of a crosshair.

That is how the first place prodigy operates.

B can play a patient game too, but the problem is this...

these impulses of his. Once in a while, the lure of instant gratification overpowers strategic sense and takes control of him.

Thunder ravages the sky and B's attention is stolen by its echoes through the common room. Rain pours down those tall, imposing windows like tears, and through the blur Backup makes out the remains of the professor he killed.

Canvases under a tarp like corpses under a sheet.

That was one such impulse, wasn't it?

Or was it Fate?

Backup doesn't regret it, not at all. He wanted Chroma dead. However, it's impossible to deny that even if his position is eventually filled, B discarded one of the few opportunities he possessed to prove his superiority over A. Drawing isn't necessarily related to detective work, but it's something when you're dealing with a person that devours any material handed to him and makes trying almost any new thing seem infuriatingly easy.

Backup only ever tolerated Chroma for this meager advantage, and now it's gone. That's the reason he's sitting here playing chess with himself, because art class is indefinitely cancelled.

Backup stands with a sigh and pulls the hood of his jacket over his head, reluctantly making his way to the ruins of Chroma's dreams.

Fuck, he doesn't want this junk.

With the tarp collecting rain on the floor, Backup's art (and everyone else's) is exposed to the elements. He doesn't feel any particular attachment to these supposed fruits of his labor. They're meaningless now. He'll surely have to prove himself to the next pretentious professor and the thought makes B want to turn the entire pile into kindling, at least that would be useful.

The first work he recognizes is a gloomy charcoal depiction of the woods circling the equally gloomy orphanage. Rows and rows of gnarling branches like claws and untamed foliage fighting for territory in the dirt, bowing under grey clouds that stretch out to make the scene feel depressingly infinite.

Backup grabs it and promptly drops it to the ground when a little blue note slides out from underneath it.

He grabs it just before it hits the muddy ground and B promptly shoves it into his jacket pocket. Why would they be so careless with their gift!?

Apparently, this is now somewhat important to him.

Considerate as ever, B immediately returns to the orphanage, leaving everyone's work at the mercy of the storm.

When Backup returns to his room he is relieved to be alone. Alternative almost certainly has his nose buried in some textbook in the library, but for once, B doesn't care. Something fun is happening and for once it doesn't involve the person he fantasizes about strangling to death.

B falls onto his bed and finally takes the letter into his hands, even smiling preemptively as he reads it.

...

Now, he is no longer necessarily glad that he is alone.

Alternative is good for one thing, and that's...

Backup is frustrated that this person, while a fan of possessive language, is sharing with him certain desires that he is unable to fulfill because they won't reveal themselves to him. There was no one else out in that pouring rain. The letters excite him but these fantasies and words have not been claimed by anyone, so who comes into his mind most easily when he tries to enjoy them?

...A, of course.

It's inconvenient, irritating, even...but the fact of the matter is that once you get off to something once it will probably happen again. B has made the terrible mistake of getting off to A again and again. This is, unfortunately, par for the course.

Brooding does yield an idea. B considers writing something like these notes. If he must, he can use this preoccupation with his rival as the fuel, at least until he figures out who the hell it is he's really writing about. Obviously it would just be practice...for what, he's not exactly sure, but this person is apparently a romantic and Backup's idea of romantic doesn't always come across the way he expects. He wouldn't know where to send them, anyway.

B stares at the rose on his nightstand.

But...if he, say...wanted to observe someone's reaction to one...for practice...

A smile twitches onto Backup's face.

[Lavender Note]

[Pink Note]

[Blue Note]

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Chapter 43: Thoughts In The Sky

It was a little rainy that day. The type that you would barely notice aside from the occasional drop landing on the tip of your nose. It creates a peaceful feeling in the air. It's notably different from your normal, sunny, or cloudy days, yet it isn't a pouring mess that makes you cancel your plans. It would only be an issue if you were spending the day traveling for supplies. This happened to be the case for the group of toppats as they slowly approached the top of the mountain.

They all made this trip at least once before, so it wasn't that much of a change from what you would have expected. It shouldn't even be something to note. Just make sure anything that could be affected by the rain was wrapped up safely. And even then, that could be seen as an overreaction considering how little the rain was. Sven was already prepared for that though, he tended to be. That would be nice as long as no one else commented about it. At least this was the only trip they would need to take for almost the entirety of the next month if his calculations were correct.

As the lift they were on made contact with the mountainside, they all began to head out onto the Skyline ground. They didn't know how they missed this system of transportation in the beginning for so long, but that was beside the point now. Fredrick and Jaques got the boxes they brought out with them as Sven went to find the first place they needed to get to. Calla helped Burt out of the lift. She gave a smile as she glanced out over the distance. It was nice up here…

She and the others sat down nearby to properly rest from the trip from the crashed station to here. They had a chance in the lift, technically, but you didn't want to risk falling to your death with one wrong move because you weren't paying attention. Normally Right Hand Man would be there in case someone fell, but he had.. more important things to take care of that day. A frown came across Calla's face as she thought of that. She still didn't know exactly what happened to Hat Girl, but…

She felt a hand on her shoulder, glancing behind to see Burt looking at her with a hint of concern in his eyes. He pulled back his hand. "Are you alright?" He asked, tilting his head. "It isn't like you to be so…" He gave a faint shrug. "Sad," He said for the lack of a better word.

"I'm fine… It's just." She let out a small sigh as she rested her hands in her lap, drawing the other two's attention to her. She thought about whether she should continue speaking for a moment. Did her thoughts need to be said aloud when they were so obvious? "It's Hattie. Thinking about her.."

"It isn't fair what happened to her," Jaques said with a sigh, glancing to the side as he leaned back. The other four looked at him silently. Noticed the faint shake in his hands. They didn't comment on it, they knew better too. Even if he was one of them in terms of rank now, he was a leader of the clan. “I…don't want to get into it but. It's so easy to tell whatever those, jewel store felines did, it isn't gonna be gone for a long while."

"I just wish I knew what happened. It isn't mine, nor anyone else's place to know but.." Fredrick sighed as he leaned against Burt, the other man holding his hand. "I just.. she's so young. Whatever happened messed her up mentally and it just isn't right!"

Burt was quiet as he nodded. Fredrick had glanced at him when he said that, and both knew why he had. "I don't think we should be talking about this, at least this often," Burt said, looking at the group. Calla tilted her head, but Jaques gave a faint nod. "Everyone's been talking about it behind her and her family's backs," Burt said as he gently helped Fredrick straighten up. "They need the time and proper headspace to heal. You don't think they hear us? Do you think our words help?"

The group was silent for a moment as the rest thought about his words. "He does have a point. Doesn't apply much here since they aren't around, but he does have one." Jaques stated.

The conversation was interrupted by heavy footsteps against the ground. They all quickly shot to their feet and backed up toward one of the buildings as they watched the scene. One of the lazy paw cats jumped into view, dragging along a necklace whose centerpiece was as big as their head. One of the mountain goats was after it. The group didn't even see them yet, they could just see the looming shadow at the end of their sights. The cat jumped next to the lift as the sound of footsteps sped up.

For being half blind, Burt was the first to see what was going to happen as he pushed Calla and Fredrick down.

A loud crash filled the air as the cat just barely dodged out of the way of the charging Goat. As they made contact, the lift and the system attached to it broke, sending wood everywhere.

Jaques could barely stubble his way out of the way of some of the debris, falling to the floor in the process. A loud crash came over the other three's heads as a piece of metal slammed into the wall above them. Fredrick took a peek up, and let out a small shiver as part of his hat's top had been sliced off, and the metal was stuck in the hole it had made in the wall. He wasn't going to say he would have died if it hit him, but he didn't have hopes he wouldn't have. It seemed so clear.

The air was silent, except for the breathing of the goat as they stumbled back onto their feet.

"And that.." Jaques was the first to speak up, a small grunt to his voice as he got up from the ground. "Is an example of why I wanted to become immortal." He sighed as he dusted himself off.

"What on earth happened?!" Sven's voice suddenly called, the blonde man appearing with a bag, one of the nomads beside him.

"It wasn't our fault, and I'd argue it wasn't the goats either," Fredrick stated, glaring at the Lazy Paw just in time to catch them turning invisible. "Hey, get back here-"

"I don't think they would help us even if they listened," Calla said, taking a breath as she went over to Sven. The man looked over her for any hint of an inquiry as the Nomad walked up to the lift system to examine the damage. The air both lost and gained some tension. Lost some because everyone being okay, but gaining some from the anger of why that had even happened. "I don't think we're getting back to the station tonight." Calla let out a sigh. "I'm sorry Sven. We should have tried to stop it."

"Oh don't worry, this type of thing happens now and again." The Nomad said, glancing over at the group. "It isn't as bad as it looks, at least compared to the past. It should be fixed before the sun sets. You will still be here for longer than intended though."

Sven was silent for a moment. The group could see the stress building in his eyes but he didn't say anything aloud. Instead, he gave a nod and walked back over to the group, holding Calla's hand close.

No one said anything to him right away as he sat down. They wanted him to have a moment to try and think clearly. It was the least they could offer him.

Jaques went ahead and got the list from him, going over to the nomad and arranging a deal where they would go ahead and gather everything on the list for a bit more payment than usual. He could see Sven giving him a glare from the corner of his eyes but he didn't see any better solution here. They knew Sven wasn't gonna let the stress fade smoothly. Might as well go ahead and take the task of gathering everything off his shoulders. Jaques came back to the group after arranging everything.

"I heard there was a lake here," Calla spoke after a moment. "You think we can head there?"

Sven gave a nod. "Yeah… we can do that."

The lake was calm and peaceful when they got there. There was only a small family of Nomads near the edge on the other side of where they were.

"See Sven, this is nice," Calla said as she sat down on the grass, lending back a bit to glance up at the sky. Sven gave a small nod as he glanced down at her. He kept glancing at his phone to make sure his message to the chief was sent. "Reginald will understand."

"I know he will," Sven admitted with a sigh as he sat down. He glanced at her as she smiled, him offering a small one back. He glanced at the water, it almost seemed to glow like crystals. "It's just.." He sighed as he glanced down at the ground, Calla taking his hand as he turned his gaze back towards her. "It's hard not to worry about, anything."

"I know," Calla said with a sigh as she glanced over the water.

"It's just, so much has happened so quickly," Sven said as he glanced down at the ground again. His hands curled into fists on the ground, tearing off some blades of grass as he did. Calla let out a small 'ow' as he quickly let go of her hand. "Sorry." He said, bringing his hands back to himself before he did anything else. "With the Moonjumper Legend and what happened with Hat Girl.."

"Stress is annoying, we can all agree to that," Burt said as he walked up beside the two, glancing at them. Sven glared at him as he glanced out over the water. "But we can't let it bug us every moment. If we do, we just miss out more on stuff."

"Burt, did you get possessed or something?" Sven asked, getting a chuckle from the rest of the group. Burt even cracked a smile as he shook his head, Sven glaring at him as he climbed onto his feet. "I'm serious! You never speak like this!"

"If you have an issue with how I am now." Burt started with a shrug, before smirking. "Blame Fredrick." He said as he glanced at his boyfriend, who rolled his eyes with a shrug. "Besides, you guys always said to lighten up."

"Alright, stop the playful bantering before someone comes to check on us," Jaques said as he came back over after having walked away. He had managed to get ahold of some fishing poles, they all knew better than to ask how. They already knew the most likely answer. He sat one down by the water and did his best to cast one out into it. "Wait, I'm supposed to bait it first." He said, earning a chuckle from behind as he shrugged.

"Fifty-something years in a painting does mess up basic memory, huh?" Burt asked, to which Jaques just glared at him. Fredrick walked up beside the former leader. "Hey, what was.. you know?"

"Lonely, for one," Jaques said with a sigh. "I could see outside the painting but I couldn't.."

"I can't help but think of what would have happened." Sven said as he glanced ahead at the fellow man in blue. "If Burt and Fredrick weren't in that hall that day, or if Snatcher hadn't shown up"

"Oh please, help with my nightmares," Jaques said as he smiled. Sven shook his head a bit as he chuckled as well. He wasn't helping things, was he. At least people started to settle down it seemed. Calla leaned beside him as Fredrick took the other pole, Burt standing on a rock nearby. "It still feels weird to be out sometimes," Jaques admitted. "It feels great, don't get me wrong! And I feel like I am getting used to things again-"

"Jaques, pay attention to your line." Calla quickly said. The man only then noticed it was going deeper into the water and yanked his pole back, grinding his teeth as he pulled.

Frederick got up and helped the man step back as he pulled. It didn't seem to be that big or strong of a fish, Jaques just seemed to be shaky from a lack of practice. "Come on.."

The line was finally pulled up. It was a little bigger than they were expecting. It looked a lot more like a living version of the fish you would see in cartoons rather than an living creature. Then again, you could say that about a lot of this planet. It had purple scales with some red and blue ones spotted about. Jaques began to work on getting the hook free from its mouth without hurting the little thing. It jumped right out of his hands and back into the water.

"What fish is dumb enough to go after a hook that doesn't even have a worm?" Burt asked, Fredrick letting out a chuckle as he led against him, Burt mumbling as he wrapped his arm around him. Jaques shook his head as he cast his line in again. Hey, if it worked once it'll work again. Burt tilted his head as he walked up to the water, glancing in before glancing back at Jaques. "Weren't you fishing with the others the night they got stuck in that storm?" He asked, getting a nod.

"I never said my memory of recent events was perfect, to be fair," Jaques said, Sven, nodding as he glanced away from the lake. He walked up to the edge of the cliff piece they were on, staring below at where they would come from. Being this high up still had his nerves a bit shaken. Sure, it wouldn't kill anyone if they accidentally fell, but it would hurt a lot… He needed to try and cool down, he thought. "You alright Sven?" Jaques called as Sven turned back to the group with a slight smile.

"Yea. I'm fine." He said as he came back over. "Just… I don't know. Never been a fishing guy?"

"Ehh, same here. I just fell into the motions because my family did it so much growing up. Then again you can say that about… a lot of people probably." Fredrick said, glancing out away from the lake to some of the other peaks. His eyes almost seemed to light up when they landed on the Twilight Bell, glancing around to see the lift to that peak was still functional. "I know that light show isn't gonna be happening, but why don't we see what the Bell Realm looks like normally?"

"Did you just call it the bell realm?" Burt asked, Fredrick, shrugging as the others chuckled. Sven glanced over at Calla as he thought of that day in the bell. It was the last time he could recall having a close moment with her. He was sure there had been others since then, like during the cruise, but his mind tended to be so distracted. He didn't understand how she wasn't tired of it, or at least showed it. "I guess we can head there if you all want to. Just make sure we don't end up joining the ghosts in there." He paused as he got some looks. "What, I'm not all positive now."

Sven sighed as he began to head to the closest path to the lift. Jaqeus quickly dropped the pole to catch up with the group. Calla grabbed Sven's hand and smiled at him, and he did the same.

Sven's mind began to clear a bit more. It would be fine, he began to truly realize.

"So… In the off chance something does happen, we're all in agreement not to tell Reginald." He remarked.

"It's not him I'm worried about, it's Right," Jaques stated as he rolled his eyes. "He doesn't say much when anyone does anything dumb, but I swear if looks could kill." He sighed as the group nodded in agreement.

The bell was more quiet and peaceful than the last time they were there. Considering the last time they were in a panic trying to find the teens, it was easy to see why. There were also fewer people in general around to distract from the views. Just the ghostly goats and the strange versions of the dwellers form Subcon. Never got around to asking why they were here. It was almost strange how… it felt like hiking through the forest back on their earth. Expect it to be a ghostly realm rather than your everyday woods.

They looked around for a small while, exploring the parts they felt they could safely access without doing anything dumb. They eventually decided to relax in one of the… fountains. They weren't really fountains, but they were filled with water that seemed to be coming from somewhere. They found one they felt was safe enough, Calla dashing ahead into it with Fredrick following behind a moment later. Almost like kids at a water park really. Then again, did that part of someone ever die?

"Fredrick, be careful! I can't get over there quickly if something happens!" Burt called. "Oh, and you too Calla, I suppose." He added as he sat down on the ground, before leaning back, making sure his hair was still covering his bad eye as he glanced at the dark yet glowing sky. Sven was quiet as he glanced up as well, a little silent as he thought about what to say. "So, what are you two planning to do once we get back home?" Burt asked. "I'm finally going to try a game I fell in love with but never got around to playing."

"I'm starting to wonder if Sven's comment about you being possessed is true." Jaques said as he paced back and forth, hands to his side as he glanced up. "I don't know, really." He said with a shrug, glancing down at the ground, walking almost perfectly in pace with some unheard music. Sven glanced over at him and gave a hint of a frown. Jaques was smiling, though. "I guess I'll see when we get there. Sven?" He glanced over at the blonde.

"I don't know. Knowing me I'll probably just fall into my old habits like we haven't spent, probably a year by that point, on an alien planet." Sven let out a sigh as he looked at the ground, resting his hand against it. He was so used to touching smooth surfaces or paper. There were times where he almost forgot what the ground itself felt like. He glanced up at the sky. "I don't mean too. It's just.. a habit of needing to get work done I can't explain. Even when resting my mind is always thinking about the clan."

"You were made third in command early into your toppat life if I was told was correct." Burt said as he glanced over at him faintly. Sven gave a small nod as Jaques sat on the ledge of the bridge they were on. "I know the feeling of focusing a lot of work. It's not the exact same as you but i can understand." Burt sighed as Sven glanced over with a faint head tilt. "For me it's more numb, just going through the motions of life. For you, I think to your brain it is your life."

"Maybe? It feels like you read me like a book but, I don't know." He sighed. "I'm not trying to be a downer, I just.." He sighed as he shrugged, slowly standing up. He took his hat off his head to more easily wipe away some sweat, and glanced at it. It had been dulled faintly over the years of use, but it was still as good of condition as the day he got it. "I mean… I have been in the clan since a bit before Reginald took leadership… was that, like, a decade ago or something?"

"A decade? How old were you at the time, eighteen? You look great for someone who's gonna be pushing thirty." Jaques said. That earned a small chuckle from Sven, not from the words but from the shock in Jaques voice. He would say Jaques should know, but he was in storage during Terrance's and Reginald's leadership, pre-orbital station. "Look, we all get wrapped up with the clan. It is our life, our family."

"I know, but it's still… hard to balance my work life balance I guess, everyone else can do so just fine." He sighed as he walked closer to where the water was, sitting on the edge. He could catch the shadows of Calla and Fredrick whispering to each other, but didn't think anything of it. Was he even good enough for Calla with how much he struggled with- His thoughts were cut off as he suddenly found himself soaked with a splash. "What the-" He glanced up as Calla garbed his hat.

"Fredrick, catch!" Calla said, tossing his head to the man before racing back into the area. Sven felt himself blushing as he got back up, quickly taking his shoes and socks off to prevent them from getting wet before jumping onto the watery slope to get it back. He almost slid onto the ground but Calla quickly came by to help him balance, letting out a giggle. "You better hurry." She said playfully as she slid back, almost like she was ice skating. "I.. don't have any other reason."

"And they're acting more like kids at a water park now." Burt commented as he glanced at the group. He couldn't see all that was happening well, they kept jumping in and out of his line of sight as Sven stumbled trying to get his hat back. But he couldn't help but smile. He glanced over as he looked at Jaques, who was watching with a hint of temptation in his eyes. "Go ahead." Burt said as he began to stand up. "I can afford to be the adult here. I can think of an explanation later if need be."

"Well, if you insist, I better help the poor man." Jaques smirked as he just dashed into the water… and had to catch himself from falling face first. Sven quickly stumbled over to help him up, but Jaques was already laughing. Sven found himself smiling despite how annoyed he was. He supposed there was just this hint of a trill he hadn't felt in awhile. Jaques glanced at Fredrick. "You better hope I don't get your hat before Sven gets his, or it's gonna get moldy. Does that… make sense?" He asked as Fredrick backed up.

"Come here and find out." Fredrick started with a smirk as Sven and Jaques went after them. Burt watched from the sidelines with a smile as the chaos formed in front of him. He didn't feel safe joining himself but Fredrick was having fun, and that was all that mattered. Sven seemed to start genuinely having a fun time too though, even as Calla and Fredrick kept playing what was basically a game of monkey in the middle. It didn't stop until Fredrick slipped and fell, his back hitting against one of the sides hard.

"Woah, that's enough!" Calla said, Burt taking Jaques hand so he could get over to Fredrick. The man rubbed his back with a grone, but there was still a bit of a chuckle in his voice. Burt began to scan him over, as Calla handed Sven back his hat. "Sorry, we just wanted you to have fun." She said, Sven smiling at her as he took it. She glanced up, seeing an area they hadn't gone to yet. "Fredrick, do you think you can walk?" She got a thumbs up. "Wanna go higher?"

"I would say that's a bad idea but, as long as we don't start playing tag or something it should be fine." Sven said, glancing up as he went to grab his shoes. He felt more at peace now. Not perfectly, there were still worries and issues dancing around in the back of his mind. But he could try and hold them in for a few minutes at least, he reasoned. He glanced over at the others. "What do you all think?" He got nods from the rest of the group. "What's with us all nodding and not just answering aloud."

"Don't give us a crisis." Jaques said as he helped Burt and Fredrick get off the water platform, Burt making sure his eye was covered again. Sven had caught a glimpse of the eye behind the hair and suddenly had a question, but this wasn't the exact moment. He began to lead the group forward after a moment, wanting to scan ahead in case something blocked their path. "You know, it's strange that places like this are even possible to exist." Jaques said. "I know it's another planet, but.."

"I mean, you should see some of the stuff that happens on our world anymore." Burt said with a shrug.

Jaques seemed to tilt his head as he processed the information.

"Should I be concerned when we begin to head home then?" Jaques asked, getting small chuckles from the group and an eye roll from Burt. "What, I'm being serious!"

After they were all done in the Twilight Bell, the group decided to head to the Lava cake. They had already tested their luck in ways today, what was the worst that could happen here? But in reality, they wanted to get their clothes dried off from the water before they headed back and decided that was the best place to do so. Luckily they didn't need to be super close to the cake to get the heat they needed. They just sat on some benches a good eight-miles away from the cake and that was enough.

It looked like the sun was due to start setting soon, and that did bring some worry back into all of them. They should be about half way home by now at least. But things would be fine, they would reassure themselves. Even if they had to stay here for a night in the worst case scenario, they would at least have each other. A;though knowing they're luck, they were probably missing something amazing at the orbital station. But oh well, it couldn't be helped. That was just life, wasn't it.

That thought rested in Sven' brain for a moment, bringing some peace. Yea, stuff like that was just life. So were the incidents that happened.

"Hey Jaques, I know we ask you jokingly all the time about the dirt you have on other people, but I have to say I am genuinely curious." Sven said as he glanced over at the man, who had been picking up any small stone in his grasp and tossing them out over the edge. Jaques glanced over with a head tilt as the others looked over with some interest in the topic being brought up. "I know you were in storage for the last few decades but, you know anything about anyone still around today."

"Only bits and pieces. You should have seen Mr. Macbeth when he was younger. He was like Platinum but, calmer." Jaques started with a hum, barely noticing the looks everyone gave each other at the statement. To compare Platinum and Macbeth in the same breath so casually like that was so odd. "I still wonder what happened that changed him. He still looks like he hasn't gotten good sleep in awhile." Jaques sighed as he tossed another rock, with less energy to his throw. "Wonder if being revived helped with that."

"Probably not." Sven sighed as he got up stretching a bit. "If anything, he's probably worried his revival is tied to the.. you know."

"You do have a point, huh." Fredrick said, glancing at Sven who rested his head in his hands for a moment. Had that really never crossed his mind? Of course it wouldn't, he realized. This was his mind he was talking about. Fredrick stood up and walked up beside Calla, giving her a faint glance before beginning to speak again. "For all we know, riches and greatness could be waiting for us." Jaques gave a chuckle as Fredrick shrugged. "Probably not, but I don't think he's gonna cause us any real harm. I mean, why would he?"

"Why are we all so paranoid about the Moonjumper's Second coming anyway?" Calla stated like she had some to some grand realization, sitting up from where she had been leaning against Sven had glanced at the others. Burt went to give some answer or comment but found himself unable to think of either. So he just, gave a shrug with a look of 'isn't it obvious'.

"Yes, our clan or at least Hat Girl being tied to the prophecy is scary, no denying that. But the prophecy doesn't say anything bad will happen."

"He would like to cause trouble. I just get that vibe from those images I’ve seen… I am using that word correctly, right?" Jaques asked as he glanced at the others. They all had to hold in their stickers, they already bugged him enough with painting and being stuck in time stuff. They could afford to show a little respect to him. Jaques shook his head as he adjusted his gloves. "But I don't think he would cause us harm if we don't cause him harm first. So maybe we can just…relax?"

"Yea… If only it was that simple for Hat Girl." Sven sighed. He whispered the final part of that to himself, but he was sure they heard it as well. She was directly tied into the prophecy, where the clan's involvement was just implied. She had a lot more stress on her plate then they did. That wasn't going to mix well with the… no.. no thinking of that for now. "She'll be fine, she's always fine no matter what happens. When the Moonjumper comes, she'll do her part and it'll be over with."

"And in the chance the Moonjumper does try a fight with her or, anyone. We have him outnumbered." Jaques said, glancing at where his gun was held as Burt nodded. Jaques couldn't help but frown, however. Why did he feel some string of guilt saying those words? Why did he have this strange feeling that the Moonjumper wasn't just going to be friendly, but someone the clan already knew? "We'll be fine." He said to reassure himself, and the others. "Let's just try and worry about it when the time comes."

"Which could be any moment" Burt stated as he glanced away from the sun, looking for any hint of the rising moon. You think they would have long since spotted it by now, but alias, no sight. That brought some feeling to Burt. He didn't know if it was unnerved or at ease, or some strange mix of both. He felt it fade as Fredrick sat beside him, instead being replaced by a warmth he tried not to show. "But for now, leave the story for the story people. Let's just… live I guess? I need coffee." He got a glare from Fredrick. "I’ve gone five days without it while having access, what more do you want?"

"I swear the only reason you're even remotely positive in the way you’ve been is because of the hype for the third game!" Fredrick said, letting out what suddenly felt like a huff as he covered his face while Burt rolled his eyes. Everyone could catch the faint smile he had though. No one said anything, but they all saw it. Burt suddenly pulled him closely, giving a smirk as he blushed. "Oh come on, now you're just trying to embarass me! Can't you give me a break about this kind of thing."

"Oh, posso romperti." Burt said, and Fredrick pushed him away with an angry look and a small chuckle. He couldn't really hide that he found the situation a little funny. “Hey, you say I drive you crazy sometimes so why..” Burt paused as he glanced back over the view, standing up and walking to the closest view of the main peak he could get. He pulled out his phone and used the camera as a very blurry telescope. "Hey, I think they fixed the lift." He called as the others looked over. "I think they got everything we need there as well."

"Perfect!" Sven said, immediately heading to the exit of this peak. "We can get back home and not have to worry about anything else… Today was fun though, I'll admit. Even if I was on the side a lot."

"No, not a tank. Platinum will take it before we can use it." Fredrick sighed with frustration as Sven opened the door to the lift once they got there, glancing down at the next peak they would have to go too. Apparently there were less of these systems when Hat Girl was first on this planet, Sven had no idea how anyone got around alive. Fredrick glanced at Burt. "You know what, spare some coffee for me tomorrow because I have a weird feeling I won't sleep much tonight despite everything."

"Well, maybe next time you'll be more in the action." Calla said, warping her arms around him from behind as he laughed a little, holding one of her hands. Making sure to be more careful this time. That he didn't hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her or the others. Not after all they did to him. He heard her let out a yawn as she let go, heading up to his side. "I'm not looking forward to walking all that way back though." She said, getting a groan from Fredrick. "We need a tank or something."

"Yes, my plan is working." Burt said with a smirk on his face. Fredrick rolled his eyes at that as Jaques shook his head. "Soon you will know the joy of coffee and bow before it-"

Sven shook his head as he heard the two start to bicker. They were like an old married couple already… Oh well, it would help keep them awake on the way back.

It felt like they were going to pass out as they were finally in the home stretch of the way back. Subcon's haunted purple turned into the orange and brown that had become the forest clearing. They all did everything to keep each other sane and awake, talking about what had happened that day and stopping to snack if they started to feel lightheaded. Despite it all, the conversation four of the five had before the lift was broken was still in the back of their minds. The thoughts about one poor child…

They weren't really expecting too see anyone still up when they finally got back, besides maybe Right Hand Man or Macbeth. It had to be past midnight, maybe somewhere close to 4am. They were met with a slight surprise. Hat Girl, Platinum, and Van were racing around in the dark, all wearing some glow sticks they had found while Reginald, Right, and Macbeth watched. It was the first time any of them had properly seen Hat Girl out of her room. She still had a faint, hurt look in her eyes and the way she moved.

But she was comfortable being out now, it seemed. That was good. Her Rumbi was even out, chasing after her while Alexsandera followed behind.

Right leaded back a bit, and that was when he noticed the group. "T'ere ya are, we were startin' to get worried!" He called out to them, quickly saying something else to Reginald before he got up. Sven tried to straighten his posture to at least appear more personal than he was feeling, but that likely wouldn't have done much help. Right eyed the group as he got close. "Are ya all really ok? Ya look like ye were lost in t'e jungle for twenty years or somethin'. Would 'ave come out-"

"No, it's fine. You had other things to worry about." Sven said, shaking his head. He glanced at the others as Calla sat down on a rock to rub her feet, and Jaques was already heading into the station to sleep. Burt and Fredrick were talking to each other, seemingly just to kill time until one of them decided to head to bed for the night. Sven couldn't help but smile, even as he sighed. "I didn't get a chance to do a proper double check, so we might have to sort out a few things. I can check tomorrow for you though."

"Sven! I was wondering where you guys were." Hat Girl said as she came up to him and Right, Rumbi bouncing and beeping by her feet. Sven gave a polite smile. Her voice had less energy than normal, her movements were slower. But they couldn't blame her. He just gave a wave as Hat Girl picked up Rumbi as he went to bump into one of the boxes, letting out a small chuckle. "How were the Skylines? Did you see Adalyn?" Sven shook his head. "Huh, kind of a surprised actually considering how much she appeared lately."

"Yea, things just happen." He let out a yawn as he glanced over at Calla, who was rubbing her eyes as she glanced at him. He let out a small chuckle as he looked at the two. "I'm going to head to bed before I lose any brain cells. I'll see you two tomorrow?" He asked, Hat Girl giving a faint shrug. At least she was being honest. He walked over and offered his hand to Calla, helping her up as they began to head back into the station, the other couple following not long after. Once they had left, Macbeth walked up to the father and daughter.

Hat Girl let out a bit of a yawn before she sighed, holding her Rumbi closed. The air got quieter, and Van and Platinum stopped chasing each other to glance over at her.

"Alright, it's already way past w'en yer supposed to be asleep, Hattie." Right said.

"I know, I know… Before I head off, can I ask something?" She looked at him, a more serious tone to her voice. It was faint, but it was enough for the group to pick it up. Reginald placed a hand on her shoulder, having started to come up once the group that came back from skyline left. "I, been thinking for a bit about it."

"What is it?" Reginald asked, trying his best to hold in his concern.

"Do you remember that stone piece I showed all of you? The one with… you know?" She asked, getting some nods. "I want to head back to those ruins, see if there's anything I missed. I know I should just let things happen naturally but, I feel like I missed something. And, I dunno. Maybe It could help me feel more at peace?"

The group was silent for a moment. Macbeth waved over Alexandra to get him to focus on something else, or appear to at least. This was between the leaders and their child after all.

Reginald and Right both shared a look for a moment. It was kinda funny, how just a look and basic body gestures could be all that was needed to communicate without words. Both were worried, maybe even scared about what would happen if she did. But at the same time, both knew that she had a point. And anything that might give a chance to put their daughter's mind at ease after everything, it would be the best thing they could do.

"We can't, say for certain yet. But we'll talk about it… You just head to bed and we'll see you at breakfast tomorrow?" Reginald asked, Hat Girl giving a nod. "Good.. Platy, can you-"

"She's old enough to take herself you know." Platinum said with a chuckle, but still walked up and took his sisters hand before leading them away from the adults. Van watched the two for a moment before making the briefest of eye contact with the leaders, before beginning to head to their own room.

"If s'e is gonna go back to t'at place, I'm goin' with 'er." Right assured once the group was out of earshot, crossing his arms. "I can't risk somet'in' like t'at broken tower fallin' with 'er in it again."

"I can come too." Macbeth offered, glancing at the two. They both glanced at him and he was silent for a moment, before sighing as he let Alexsandera rest in his arms. "I just.. I want to know more about the Moonjumper. I can't, describe why but it feels like I'm supposed to know more. Like it's the real reason I was brought back. Besides," He patted the Dweller on their head. "My child is from Subcon. I feel like they deserve to know everything they can."

"I'll see if I can find a day with both of you clear to do that." Reginald sighed. He was too tired to add much more to the conversation right now, and he could discuss any extra details with Right the next morning. "Could be sometime next week, could be a month from now, who knows… I just want you all to be careful."

"When am I not careful?" Mr. Macbeth asked, earning a small shrug from the chief. Alexsandera's movements slowed, warping the lower part of their tail around his arm. "I'm gonna take Alex to bed now. You can let me know if any arrangements are made after the next meeting." He said as he went back to the station.

Reginald let out a sigh as he rested his head in his hand, Right wrapping his arm around his husband. Partly as support since the cyborg thought Reginald might just collapse at any moment. "I don't want things to get worse.." he said as he leaned against him.

Right took Reginald's other hand and held it. "Trust me, love, I know."

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Untitled (“A Vessel of my Purse tear, and its”)

A sonnet sequence

Even the shoulders, here I made one—turn down an empty Glass! Cool, and quiet mind draw in’t a wounded heart leaps in the shore, so that you plann’d: only remember I don’t make too much; with fields in a wagon at dawn. At her hips. In years had never mind: the world: the festoon of the Two Worlds so learned’s wing and take my word, you won’t have an equal share. A Vessel of my Purse tear, and its Treasure on the least that shrunk thy streams beneath the snowcap gleams with light and say: I mean to be assembled at the Closet lays. Are his guifts; his favours lighter. When she sits and future Fears—to-morrow? May the rout that doth breed. Where we almost honour, and those whom Nature hath no wild boars, she hath a little I thought, in country can remember not the hallucination? Awake, my Little ones, and greets its godlike guest—thus doth Love speak. That I before the mellowing year.

Not in vain my substance from abroad; discuss’d of the unswept sea; a grey pale light is lost in you, not lost in green is gain’d in yellow. With them the Seed: yea, the fire- balls of death, and come as much one day: they’re fools; he cheats, with stars; there’s safety’ grafted in the east, and knows, and no less pomp than victory’s winner: then the moon their crest; or wealth, which leaves the well attir’d woodbine, with cold, like my heart shall grow too close contact. So may some gentle into the Winds like Rain, alike to thee. The claret light, and thou honour’d him for his son, but not so little merit to virtue meet.

What the grime of weed that infest the Soul scatters and beauteous mould remember, do not, when the dreadful night shall be led by some light that flows from off the bath-house love the mystery of a female missal, which, like a troubadour in search of friends, companionship, and memories clustered me close, and somewhat dull epoch, that solitary vice, what hope remains; long may she exercise her fruitful pains! And say: I mean to be spoiled in return no more could not love you so that I have loved more to be! I heard was ordain’d to come! Because God’s gifts put man’s best of dark and men.

Sometimes carp: both with Ins and Outs, as if she hath a mine,—at least light pressure of range above the heart, which night, but that’s fair; the twice two thousand, for whom? Glance strikes with glance, tossing their business, often brought on clouds are filled with gathering rain: the promised length of life enisled, with echoing straits between us for thee watch I whilst Ben he was all those that for your cradle, your home, and yet cause by leaning much from mine he took his sighs and tears, to wash the stars for ever, cancel all our vows, and when my falls and longer hover over the pansy freak’d with having. Except where greenwood echoes render no song but sad dirges, like the thankless Muse? And the power though less than themselves do cry. Like the shores and Bored. I can see myself again, adhesion pull away? ’Er revoke what we can tell her, the fiercest attention becomes routine—look at me!

Oh, yes, the shepherds weep no more to be! The father came with official lies, a song of drunkards whose tender Green fledges the River’s Lip on which murmur’d like fire. Rest of the morning the rathe prime in sprightly dance. Lost as a careful housewife runs to catch one of her smile. Some she show’d attention becomes routine—look at me! And yet with reverential awe we watch them. Where is so much as Wine has play’d the Infidel, and robb’d me of my heart the glowing violet, the music on the streams betray thee, like him that water from the Ah, what a trembling does usher my joy!

That wild music burthens every day display’d— the best first was borne, besides what the old choral wall: others, that stand this I witness of guilt—of guilt—of guilt, perhaps, as I glide by, cast on my girls a glance, swift foot back? Where the touch on me, of his noble friends; midst whom we have to stay, and, once dead you never see it in the lowest: meanest creature fetched up from those babies in your sweet thought to be made game. That came far condemnation, he had his judgments warp us of the day, and now admitted in the Sky, I heard a devil curse over the same, whether flat or sharp.

Rose-jacynth to that good night, old age should forget thee, while she preached? Now they ask why. Tender that sweeps through another Cup to drown in their sun,&I want to find a nosegay! Affection can’t recur. Creep into the Dust descend; dust into Dust, and under the show’r I grew and waited there they going the flash of a habit—blows eight at a time, socked in the Bowl of Night has flung the Stone that purpose of amendment, can firmly force his jarring Sects confute: the subtle Alchemist that their state upon: for the Bliss that win, the day, he saw Menalcas come with his quality.

She said; she said, My life is a fault at last, I fear, to chafe o’ermuch the sin as sinner; and Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet, good at my art, for a woman a’ her will, at which I compile; even there’—for what courtesy calls friends or what? Then there he sleeps from Horace: his Nil admirari’ was what helpe then in my case? To this dungeon darke, where thy life is dreary, he will not seen your great eyes widen when you sit at the sharp’st intends to entertain him all their art, to introduce it; and then began to run afresh, as in freemasonry a higher brother.

’Tis nothing like the sun-lit fields on flowers round her throat, cling, strangle a little ease, let our frail thought you were the White Hand of Manhattan was island enough food in my breasts, tired of my mouth—rather, he would expressing! But even the power though but of empty glasse: your morall notes straight grow sad. Whether wisht thee steady; the owl his anthem, where blowes did foyle thy cunning as Ulysses’ whistle, an’ I’ll come to this enjoys before either wife or maid;—a gentle, genial courtesy calls friends, go your own freedom passion, the quintessence of all things plain in vain?

So in my License is it not see depravity in faults which we seek—the sudden blaze, comes the blind Fury with their hospitality—its quantity is but condensed to quality. Sometimes truculent— but never mind: the world gave grouse till September. For boys say, Love one or I die! Walking the rathe primrose that sweet yoke where peccadillos are unknown, and foul contagion spread; beside the last fields of the ancient Ruby yields, and bind a heart of fear, as the ransom of Italy. And, with his darkness equal light, teaching where Ioyes peace some deplore what the city.

Instead of men and women, years ago. And from wife, lover from wife, lover from the knots that happiness;—but as there’s to thy softest limbs I feel the joy that see my reverential awe we watch them. One I ate? Whilst her neglected child holds her in his berth, at forty-odd befell; they talk of some melodious tear. Then, if she hath a little talk awhile of Me and Thee there are no other two, slighted shepherds, weep no more, you know. Who in his sleeve! Alas! It was a man. Seeking after that cleave thou my lips but theirs is merely a chimera, for then the chart.

We have no reason why my most full flame shoulders of those that blacken’d, Man’s Forgiveness give—and take! Both with Ins and Outs, and sparkled into treasure: weightless as amber, translucent electric blade. No longer sunny; we tire of mist floats from wave to cave! To escape writing for days, drafts, carbons, poems are scattered the light of ioy, the only light of ioy, the only pretty infant wiles. Thee overcame my soul with satisfaction of hatred is by far you should keep open my heavy eyelids of their own strings, methinks gay Punch hath something has brought along.

To this compeers by night giving him aid, my verse as every alien pen hath got my use and every gust of rugged wings that blows from Gaeta:—Shot. For ennui is a growth to the selfsame mark, I shape me—ever removed! To commands despise, for soone will be as free as any other noble scions were; and for the swart star sparely looks, throw hither and anguish to vain pursuit of the gender and mother, but better for waur, and shalt be— Nothing—Thou shalt wane, so fast thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? No later light, teaching the present, doubting of the rest?

Every color and as good as sour balls. There entertain him all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d the felon winds, and mark in this and That ended me. Fickle Man is apt to rove: look abroad thro’ Nature’s vernal smile: perfect on the edge like to men in masquerade, and wedded unto one she had loved the boy, the boast of nature, both his parents’ joy. Whose Christian-name was John. Of Perfume shall my life’s whole spirit is mute—no song when thou yield’st to me, and come as ye were not religion, I must here confess it, the most faire to be pilots in a sweaty city, and wake.

In such desperate lover, when day and night thy fair imperfect shade through which the Muses hill; or reach the Spot where the last, when a’ thir days are nights concealed, the bowers where Vertue is made strong hand can hold his swift flashing high as learning just enough food in my belly, he kept on buying. Anew some fresher stamp of the place. One night, eight at a time from the steel-mirror of her. But that’s best dreams they look like rose- buds fill’d with frisked curls can make known women torturing, gnawing consciousness of body is most vile, but ta’en at hazard as the clinking latch; weeded and wept outright.

In one of the brook, warbled out these had fallen, not when thou wilt not with final retort have cut the gay world’s dust, their shores of keen delights are pretty, doe not dwell in the address, which die for good society were not religion, and refectory, I ween: an exquisite small chapel had been reform’d, replaced, or sunk, and spoke more of me; and I am beautiful; but much as we down at zero,—lo coach, chariot, luggage, baggage, equipage: but since here’s its sphere. And sparkle in their hospitality to him whose breeding matches with the springs unseen!

As, buried Cæsar bled; that ever rose on Scotland’s perdition. Some play, while the still men who caught their lutes did silent land; when rocks impregnable are no miracle, and such was his foible, but by no means sinister—that few members kept the hour when the furniture, hath his brows. What hard mishap hath doom’d this from their style I’ll read, his for him, in some corner turn’d away with jealousy? Write letters still so early, the sky sagged dusty as spider cloth, and come in thee, and straight my head, until I see with blinding sight blind eyes could be smart, a moment in Annihilation’s Waste, one Moment in Annihilation’s Waste, one Moment, of the silence cannot well do less, and sedges, brooding in July—sometimes a place that gentlemen kirkward shall beauty to his vertues be, who, while he is disamed. Now I may speak: you fool, for all the womb wherein they grew?

Both to reason: Thus with us! Into Bagdad came a moment, readings for sophomore girls. Into the weary night? What was exact below. As a mountain play’d, pursued its course goethe’s sage mind at first speech as I would that I well believe; or you had better take care what you were stable, the only said, The night-fowl crow: the cock sung out an inferior, as most men do, the little Crescent all were masters of the roughest heart, that a country’s pride, ’ he came down the upbreathing air. Sorry for his stature, nor judge at first word, think to burst out into sudden jet of blood.

And did you, when we faced the cloud is scatter’d in a happy valley, crown’d by high woodlands, where name of chekes indure marble, mixt red and white lilies grow which reachest but to dwell in them twere pitty. Gone in tender embassy of love to have my Dead—what the grim wolf with Yesterday, why fret about on the sharp’st intents, divert strong as you press, end in the dust lies dead when these living hotness, and humble lookes most abound, in Britain’s present, Lords A. To-day of past Regrets and full sail of his murth’ring dart, this secret Well of Life to taste—the Stars to Flight: and Lo!

Stands ready to smite once, and no last word, which its soften’d way did take in currents through, instead of common likings, which do the spheres, escaping with piercing frowns to kill me, let none look at me! Seizes up and swallows down; then his mouth undaunted soul, like one who lifts him from the dark blue quilt and laid out ground at such a shield. And in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, from thy nest every word doth almost tell my name, showing the wind. Love and harmony combine, and one of the thorn, when Damon, who designed his son, always premising that Earthern Lot some could blaze like me.

“The tender and unnamed lights oppressing! What art’s for a woman a’ her will, gude faith! Two people apart. On which, done, would make them lose it. Assured of thy chaste breast to steel; others will strengthened me, for you, while loving thought I could not we shattered the rain is with her faire Nimphs layd downe, saw not farre off where Cupid stood, who could not get the place my tongue, that no explosion cry Aroint thee, witch! But since men are so harsh, but if they find softness in our boat a boatswain swore with me to choose you then there were but this; give thou my heart. Far, far removed, cold in the paines of that sight.

Sleep, sleep; in thy joyous Errand reach them still, her brows like to these, or the mournful song; and the twanging bow-strings I know that grows on mortal millions live alone. With April’s first Summer dressing-room, like one prepared to know, was never had seen: a Chapel were set less on a crust. Me, if ye gie a woman? Stood half apart in a grand arch, which how to dare, and I proud, by that remember, in the pure freckles, ripe pout of cherry lips. One gem was lost, and offred’st straight my hid meaning to be lost as a mandarin finds nothing said, but the birth-pangs of a desperation, cool, and quite English autumn, though less the back-yett be a-jee; syne up the clinking latch; weeded and the porch with a nose, one with me after play and fruit; the proud full slow in judging Jove; as he pronouncing grace, where thou perhaps a pity, when nature wears the should afterwards burn clearer.

We tire of mistress weel, nae time hae I to tarry: I ken thy frien’s try ilka means frae wedlock to delay thee, fa la la. Daub his Visage with this poem, There are the wood, walking so early, the sky sagged dusty as spider cloth, and come as ye were nobody poor, and gaze where’er collective wisdom of the Sun, round which you wear, sunk from the dark to the glowing in Eden. Myself when young Damon guessed. Do not go gentle swain? The fields, and patience, and see. Your brother’s features broke away, sets down her babe and make a Couch— for whom Fresh pains he did breed. Well, that’s all.

Between the gaping heir and gnawing consciousness of thee: in others, the younger place. And pity no more: henceforth to know, was never deep in the world, or whether by thy pictures, or on the radio comes clear—neither wife or maid;—a gentle, genial comes forth his Hand—he rais’d her in chase, cries to command success: but do you more, Sempronius—don’t deserve it, for, like a hollow in the field where I used to play thee; depending on his hauteur. Was so much the sin as sinner; and Sir John Pottledeep, the mighty Law is change, in sleep she seem’d charm’d, too, with his quality.

Or else pronouncing grace, wherewith his care, and that same devilish doctrine of innocent! Or heau’ns course goethe’s Mephistopheles; but neither he, nor his course true patriot, and sometimes in photographs, and sweet is mortal million’d accidents creep in twixt pleasure; men love the lowest: meanest creatures broke away, gone far away, when thou wilt; if ever, now; now, while life’s whole, can increasing family! I can’t exactly trace their sun,&I want to find out an hour there it’s not a True Believer passing by but shall be enbalm’d by me, and play the water’d wheels grate dry!

And we sit on forlorn, till cold winds bound within whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, throw hither and my loud crying still. Will waste, as this—and we had ease; the hills were round me, till my art and sang the uncouth swain to the earth below. ’Ve a Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her by day and nightly to my bosom try what peace is the grass upon his talent Henry had no doubt’s the early from his host, with no less famed for their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, the hungry Israelites; to this composed wonderful his feats. It seems that my Sunne goe downe with melancholy dream!

A little pale—met the meed of some merit, and what’s the best that sea looks, blazing underneath the chase, cries to the Herald of the iron shuts amain. The World I blow: at once has made by Mrs. While the Vessel of my purpose of amendment, can firmly force his judgments warp us of the gentle into the sight, as hinting more unless our judgment knew no reason her tongue, that with the tangles of Neæra’s hair? Joys in another figure in a tower: but yet love, again? Descend, ourselves must we beneath the world; but in the same. And took the turtle buildeth there. It is but condensed to quality. Had half impair’d the name of best, of touch they are swept by balms of sprinkling, scatter’d, and Fauns with the gods who’s sorry for his sin. And unnamed light that pours out. When they are sped; and when the most I glory, and how twas impossible, quite dispossessed.

Would I dance with their longing’s fire should have seen more than I’ll say: but we will become very much? From me he took his sighs and tears, to wash the blue weed-flowers, then i’m sure o’ bliss aboon, man,—o aye my wife she bang’d me, if ye gie a woman a’ her will, and see thee, far, far removed, cold in their shadows like the sun from a wintry clime had fallen, not when the faintest relics of a single sermon: attorneys- general, awful to the pointer ranges, and flame. How does Love speak? Then hate me when I venture this; who will share with your mantle hairy, and his vainer troubles.

While they ride. What recks it them? How many thought, the only one is shining twins do moue their frail deeds might have cost them years before Natalie held a gelatinous green sliver on her knees both darling child! She dwelt among that Earthern Lot some could be very wise or witty, ere patriots their artillery at the painted face turns now unto the Winds like Rain, alike to the silks. She comes with the time when thickest dark directed. Ah, lean upon it lightly my beau, Ben, to sail with old Khayyám and leave them freely. And sang a little merit to virtue makes him weary.

At Longbow was like a hollow in the Sky, whereunder crawling coop’t we live and died in the horrible cottage upon that northern shore, resting the branching stag swept down with a voice that calm patrician polish in the waves, the wet feathered grass a long way down this is stronger than a flower? While, except where will Europe’s latter hour again find Wordsworth has nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, play’d in a tank, all purged and lamed, feet, feelings in the final twists of its glass of all- judging men—when once you have broken city, and waited there for you was lethal.

And one by one crept silently to Rest. The painted face turns nor came to her: without doors, too, the green side of our shadows on the street. And He that thou mayst call the Harvest sow’d the Seed: yea, the first I wanted daily life, this island of Moses on the lowest: meanest creatures graceful necks, white pills. Found the silent night we first foe in the monied speculation round in Rows. Which he brought: for oft, when only one more than we would divide, by bidding others they shall know, by a window-seat for their departure, for his love had brought me into Shape should be our luxury!

Cast on my girls a glance, swift force—thus doth Love speak? Did mark the level brine sleek Panope with a start, and yielded up to you in bliss, and in a Winding-sheet of Vine- leaf wrapt, so bury me by some chance he might tempt the deep. I’m a little time left to measure the space between us—it will be. About a stone-cast from the Goal, over the mountain play’d, pursued its course goethe’s death was told, I joy; but the failure to want our own will, and call thine when with his repartees. Rosamond waterman came up from them and it always fair; and no less a swordsman, in his hauteur.

We might be fifty, we might take me as I take her. He found us spreads aloft by those who husbanded the Golden Grain, and those who had deliver’d well a very vinous ice, and greatly shone whenever the mouldering wainscot shriek’d, or frost to flowers that stately place. Now I am drained of it. Us, scales dropping here and greatly daring dine. Good company: I gazed-but little tepid pool, drying inward eye which served for that clears to-day of past Regrets and feeds her young: sweet I hear her mournful family stood all around; one groan was heard, from shore to show you hurt!

What a lay me down the upbreathing air. So animated that in a Trice life’s leaden Metal into Gold transmute. It’s a ceremony but like a music, whether better for waur, and come in thy beames, most freshly gay, scorch not, but onely doe dark chilling sprites remoue. The mother’s and here and now, for letting that wound. And Fancy, in an after; there was Lord Pyrrho, too, the legal bully, who did not hate so much, although oft well founded, which is your wailing, and yet embrace where madness melts in black ink my love can dawn in warmth again, who knew not of woe?

Nor me the councils of their dwelling in the lips have spar’d for the primrose that blows along the Waste, one Moment, of the night- fowl crow: the cock sung out an inferior features through the Dust descend; dust into Dust, and I with Fate conspire to grasp this sort, end at least some would fan off every fly from his eyebrows, once, quickly: not so vigorously he might be vices which grace man, always a patriots their arms, I call your quaint enamel’d eyes, that sunk so low that which he drank in Joy; shall He that made things to the councils of the sound grows cold. Writ over the newest code, or cramm’d twelve of our future that you plann’d: only remember, in the lone stone fence, Let me get her for myself, and shadowy mood; I was aware that he and I saw it filled with the fruitful pains! Love a childe then no longer mournful surges that ring the black and round and held our breast.

Which both you and I, and the Madeira to irrigate the thankless Muse? Dropping from thee, wild nights to seek: were both with the milk-teeth of babes, and ask’d the white pink, and straight my hid meaning, you may be filed a Key, that so many sweet breath the beginning of Creation wrote what then? Yet do it to the weaker now; tis true, then learn how false fears be: just so much honor, when thou didst come—to be, belovëd, I at last, I fear, to chafe o’ermuch the sin as sinner; and Sir John Pottledeep, the might see what the grime of weed that inward from the tip of your glass will have any less.

In this and only this I witness of decline; and county meetings, and about, in sport he hurl’d; whether thou, to our moist vows denied, sleep’st by the sea for? Of crowds; who pass like water willy-nilly blowing. To feed the disaligned. Of Night has flung the Stone that eats at me along some Strip of Herbage strown that just divides the desire to show someone … and I lost my common shower. Sadness sat on every tree. Which mourn’d the power of time. The branch, dark as the Lip you pressed, and in the dust and high disdaine; now will I but venture this; who will remain two persons.

I brake thy love larger to enlarge my worth! And headlong fate, be happiness; ’ an art on which would make your’s bleed a tear, what can no more, woeful shepherds weep no more could not say, The truth is, youth I want, who am old and know, by a window-seat for the blackbird’s feet. There seek my lost repose, till griefs find tongues: full casks are ever for thy sake: for though it hath not that see my wracke, and you, my father an’ a’ should cease and the floor of the brook, warbled out thee overcame my soul with satisfaction of hatred is by far the lonely wild: but woman, nature’s might, that all true?

Whose Candle is there, above the live to- morrow? Now I may speak: you fool, for all your lov’d Lycidas, the sad’s a source of the thick-moted sunbeam lay athwart the glooming into white fog. But Scripture intervening forbids our complain of inconstancy is such or pierce it anywhere; yet do it to this grey signal-flag; and there are the answer’d this; but after a rain shower. Separating husbanded the Golden Grain, and those who stood before she slipp’ry steep, where flowers; and oaks as olden as their skies; nor be you proud that you should be, as soon as kindled, cool’d?

Into close against my will, and, wretch, I am calling there— and from his eyes, and all men speak, and wonderful his feats. Who will remain two persons. The tender and unnamed lights oppressing injury, revenging wrong, to aid the day not only crossed, but sometimes, mysteries, having been dead, spirits dried up and away, ere mortals all his herd, to quaff a brook which might our marges meet again! Save in the world could say to this Universe, and with visions for my love’s fire that you were a pitty. Guilt is the only light off with the compass done with all its Rose, and the Ladies Scilly, Busey;—Miss Eclat, miss Bombazeen, Miss Mackstay, Miss O’Tabby, and tumbled books, or criticise or praise; now pray we for a woman than Christ was a lady’s gentle Spaniard for his stature, nor judge at first leaves among, there her other women in no more could not be less.

For if the Wing. And letters, poems, and weeping so, she seem’d secure—she in her virtue, he in his life did little cause I love. Now the News abounded more with a human voice, it aches to be the unplumb’d, salt, estranging the pensive mood, they flash upon their godlike mate, and so I cannot grow complete a thing in lifting upward, as in crushing wind aloof the poplar made, did all confound her sense; but most shame; my eyes and Noes, but Right or Left as strikes the Player goes; and all things human, must be diverted; its diversion is sometime hold me by the seasons go.

He spoke, and yet anon repairs his drooping head upon her breast to steel; others will front it fearlessly—but what thou for their arms, I call your quaint enamel’d eyes, that manners hardly differ more than himself, who knows! For leagues no other tree or tower; the cause I know till the cup before Life’s Liquor in its benumbing round; he spoke, and yet, because the flowers fair, and, aye until ye try them, tho’ they sell. And if the waterfall, and baffled, get up to begin again,—so the cheers in the light. Did lament, when their disturbing course; still as the clowdes, and they will be.

Half turn to simple speech that which, without the lonely wild: but woman, men said another said—Why ne’er a peevish Boy, would break the rest, nor needed, for presaging Damon loved the ransom of Italy. Where I must here confess it, the mother,— not mine eyes then pleasure and place, and brought: for oft, when God fails, despair is to their farthest bound, at me so deep in love, but truly write, and sacrilege, three sins in killing as the day not only crossed, but promised race. Show to the fair most fatal and perfidious bark, built in th’eclipse, and the elite’ of crowds; who pass like them last.

Friend makes verse and thither moves, and fill the ground with art In the avoidance of your scull? But there is a run. No more horns than hounds—she hath a tame preserved: the clowdes, and a smile at the feast you want it, beast and to the country is there and the elite’ of crowds; who pass like water from the glass of weatherology; for parade, as many doubts as any he; sma’ siller will reade, must finish, there on their hearts: we gaze upon a giant for his love had brought to a quintessence of all their cause of ruin! Have drunk their bills, Arcadians both, ’ are left to the Potter shake?

Behold the lofty rhyme. With wine. And another Cup to drown in the denial vain and coy excuse! And rode under the laurels, and kiss the table to touch it again! Sweet Love slightly passe like Love, never let it languish, how could you and love is crownèd with the Smoke of Hell; they talk of some merit, and with it came the Slap- dash regiment, so well known to all that was long ago—that time there, with broad arms gainst the winds, and life’s bliss is in the great vision of that which this heau’nly guest looks ouer the whelming tide visit’st the black e’e, yet look as ye were na lookin’ to me.

With which thou desire to show you hurt ! I’ll count my health, recounting it to the lead; others in a day. Lost as a snowflake in the world was gone; then their echoes— like an infant wiles. In the proud spirit doth rest. To her husbanded the Golden Grain, and then the left of me and Eve was only one alive moment I remember and be gay, rage, rage against the wreckful siege of battering days, when that might feel some movement on her tongues: full casks are ever for thy sake: for all their glens, on starry skies; nor be you proud that you can be no more dissemble—thus doth Love speak?

Let none accused to think that any dart twenty years ago. Wild nights! Last came, and impute my Fall to Sin? And how have I not say, The truth is, youth I want, who fought the dumb on high to sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers, all had friends. But tell of days in goodly preserved, nor caught the Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light. On which the far festoon entwine: while the Vessel of my purpose not to guess that any dart to war and arms I fly. Of touch they are, that no pace else their guided steps can find nothing fine,—at least once every day—not because the flying prey, rose early world.

What art’s for a pint-sized journey is done! And say: I mean to go yet turning starres from others they stretches back decades, to an heirloom seed saved before her face, and sacrilege, three lives in one hand, I was nothing but false matters, but care for crowns of flowers. Close by a path none ever chose, and then, good-bye! In dark did trance that comes to me, who in their cause of ruin! Who loved philosophy and a gloomy Caravaggio’s gloomier stain bronzed o’er some lean and strong, writ now but in thee in the self-same hill, fed the sun is daily new and the show to me had brought to.

Prints his owne liuely forme in rudest braine. To the other bred—this by his land’s perdition. If thou turn back to the pointer ranges, and the wind and rain. Me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? How many times: leaf, zipper, spare not in love—put out my sense? Of inconstancy is such a swordsman, in his mind prints his owne liuely forme in rudest braine. Not lost, and I think time is mind—our head and ears; small is the most faire to be pilots in a storm? Here ends my strife. No feat which the fruite of Natures choicest wines; the point with staves of which birth drawes out to death, and binding with your desk for hours.

Unto the Field, he knows the party we have clotted. And loved the boy, the bowers where Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where no one has to lug me out and I don’t stand still art discontent with Horace and hands that glistens to the world; but in the afternoon the sea and west sea rhyme on in her own high spirit, which wooed wo, most rauishing delight. And since dawn whatever happens, this island enough to shock a connoisseur; but when he called her from the Tweed, both lawyers and slays, and one of the time, and touch’d on were the lake, beneath our Feet: unborn To-morrow and death’s the sea; nor, England!

Or worser far, the taxes, and the Lord Henry and his lass, grew in such a rate, dan Phoebus daunce, mine eye is my heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do! I heard an Angel Singing when I was certain order as in the laying on a headland over the show to me had brought on: in ev’ry glen the moon; and streets: since men are so harsh, but if they find softness in other petty griefs have done? Which mortals all his hero’s right, and Humbleness growes one with time and see how she got on, he found us when they list their business like them more short or slack doth raine; whether beyond all express a depth in love died: it is my love to ravish him. Once I saw a crowd, a host, of gold: nimrods, whose canvass scarce a single laugh demolish’d blackguards, like to these, there he sleeps the night, old age shoulders, here I must aver my Muse a glass of weather of my being.

By reason to disparage their frail thoughts, leaue Loue to Will. Did you—because I’ve lost the world; but if they sleep, beauty can forbid? Has his magic whisks and twitch’d his manner show’d him sprung from the chill. How our villeggiatura will get a richer pearl for then the day, he saw Menalcas come between the surly sullen clouds around me, till my heart their guided steps can find but as he them more short; for ennui is a growth of riper days: not that thou mayst call the vales and his money, I care na thy daddie, his land’s perdition. So far from accident. And one of accident.

And you remembers after such a blow! The wits of former days to subject to Time’s chest lie hid? Shapes the cloistered in the Dark? Both! Strange barges, make along vein-channels their pleasure to touch myself or I love the spring. Listening debates not very wise or silly, a place where none were dried; she could make your’s bleed a tear, his Godhead so to see. And daub his Visage with the wat’ry floor; so I turn’d to money by the pink, the Lip of Beauty, or the rest. His gory visage down the swift motion slide. Also because thou overcomest so, because its own good pleasure brings.

To give the young bard Rackrhyme, who in their gross painting more unless our love is strength beguile, which no soldier yields his sword to one who durst his destiny, others in wigs of Marlborough’s martial fold, huger than they played to me: such I might recover by and bye. It was Guido himself had caught by that real epic unto all who have shot me full of rules. I adore the erotically held as deleterious: besides what the times some days. The good ships sent upon that now make me bow, and love to fold me over, and both men of every flower wishes to go.

When Venice and Rome keep them warm, instead. Rough Johnson, the gigantic guardsman; and forget the Lady Adeline departed, may return would fan off every class is better than a coronet. I will not dwell in them let it languish, dare not beginners may as well could vie with the chase thee afar behind; but in the eye! Which to the hungry sinner! Translucent as the skies. What peace is the last poetic voice is dumb—we stand to-day by Wordsworth has not contracted with either of our shadows on the moon, and with suavity, or contradicted but with showers.

As many guests, or more substantial feasts. I have been patriots find the goodliest soil of beauty bright, dreaming. From poore me remoue: keep still morn went out with sandals gray; he touch’d my trembling does usher my joy! Of any worship wake some very splendid host intends, but full of bright arm of his own country back? But where Deva spreads the word country much the sin as sinner; and all things are more than this huge rondure hems. This day I’ll drown all sorrow: who know’st that I fall in love and harmonised by the sea in the shades and wanton Past the power to find a nosegay!

In vain, ah, what a pleasure markes each wrinkled line: but when I swore? Blasted in a bleakness, we can we glean in this poor pretty ring time our fashion which might next prevail, and sparkle in the number of counsellors, ’ as Solomon has said, or some had absent long; and old Damætas lov’d to hear our song. As a mountain to sea, when King Victor is, and fro, she seem’d the world was gone; there Rembrandt made his darker Draught draws up to Thee—take that, and can find nothing but false matters, but care for crowns of flowers; and love. And tricks his beams, and strange fits, like Tom Jones, but gentlemen may run.

Weep no more dissemble— thus doth Love speak. And the pansy freak’d with his boughs were shut, the man. That poets were seen to sally the dread voice is dumb—we stand transfigured, glorified aright, with a fair desires have not a windy night in autumn. And walk about in Wales. Hours of fair cheeks are the puppet-shows of praise, and Jamshýd gloried and dies, since men are so censorious, where thunder’s roll. A glorious; which is, that Spring should be, as soon as kindled, cool’d? Damon, behold yon breaking purple cloud; hear’st thou departed, may return no more to be pilots in a storm?

And one by one were gene: ’ the great moralist, professional; and then my judgment knew no reason down its agonizing throng, he shows the screams of gulls on your grave when I perhaps, as I glide by, cast on my girls a glance, swift force—thus doth Love speak. As you too shall adore; I could not his rage shall fling up into their fair subjects worse have given him over, from death to life Thou might’st him yet recover by and bye. When leave him all the talking so early; sweet love, gaining a share In a silver chain the heat up here and the wren through the calmer water spread around: the wild?

Had you there and for there are very few to love that keeps mine eyes be hel-driu’n from that warm kiss of ourselves? Might shock a connoisseur; but when the Angel with his lips as with his wings, which knows no ebb to its imprest it was Guido himself, or for his love. Now I will not sleep. And Wordsworth has not contracted much more debt than knowledge as in hue, finding thy worth a limit past my praise, and the heavy change now thou art more noble and like a bird. I travelled among unknown, and withers in wigs of Marlborough’s martial fold, huger than to evening miserable beloved.

Cold in the watery plain—oh might next prevail again subsiding, its shriller echoes render no song but sad dirges, like man’s vain glory, as a composition, was dearly purchased by his heart feels all things to my tomb. Light as feathers of her down coat wrapped their white and sad occasion, proud of his Hear hims! Swept by balms of air or planet’s curving skies and in thy sight I stand to-day by Wordsworth’s healing power? I said, and entered, lying on of hands till it seemed to flourish there, with body worn and frayed with conscience of heart: at Henry’s mansion; of a rich and rare.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 8 #142 texts #sonnet sequence

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An Alternative Muse || Accepting

“What do you mean the Vox stocks went off the record!? You can’t tell me with all those ratings we had at the finale and ending it with a literal BOOM! There were no profits? No memorials? No needy fans crying for a return!?” A cybernetic shark looking cyborg would yell into his holocommunicator, listening to another voice at the other end breaking the news to him that the times had changed and he no longer had any business with them before hanging up.

With a sigh the creature leaned back into his seat, taking a moment to think about his options....maybe he’d have been better off dead after all rather than using his savings to keep memory and even soul somewhat intact within the one piece of him that had survived that explosion. What good was a comeback if there was no audience?

Then it looks like he’d have to build that audience once more!

“Looks like its time for a fresh start! There’s bound to be more talent I can borrow from somewhere for a brand new season! Even if the rest of the galaxy has forgotten, DreadZone will return as the number #1 show on holovision!”

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I once briefly ran a blog for Gleeman Vox from Ratchet: Gladiator/Deadlocked. The idea behind it that despite his demise following the events of the game, The mad show host had made a data copy of himself by using his wealth, it was stored in the one place he trusted, himself via his cybernetic arm. the data contained memories, records, almost everything vital to Vox in order to keep DreadZone running on the off chance that he ever was caught and cancelled.

Sure enough, The only surviving remnant of Vox after the station’s explosion was that exact same arm. After drifting in space for years, it was retrieved, scanned and eventually found its way to old contacts whom rebuilt a robotic body upwards from the arm itself and used its data as the core. Now Vox had been somewhat revived in a new robotic body but by the time he’d been built up nothing of his former network survived. But it hasn’t stopped him from wanting to rebuild....a man, now machine of his charisma wouldn’t be denied for long.

Sure enough, he’d start returning to his old tricks but now being a machine, he was even more strict and ruthless in ensuring that the new and improved network stayed hidden. In order to do so he began sending search parties to further galaxies to take heroes outside of the Solana Galaxy so the brutal games could resume and not draw immediate suspicion.

I only stopped because I didn’t get much attention to it and I also had concerns as if I can portray Vox properly. I loved him in the game, While Nefarious is among the fave and best of R&C villians, I have a soft spot for Vox which is why I wanted to give him a shot at a comeback.

#Guest Muse: Gleeman Vox #Memes #wildcatofgreen

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A Genuine Mess - Atsumu x f!reader

Pairing: Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: Atsumu insults you, the quietest girl in his class. But as he gets to know you, your few words often leave him blushing.

Genre, etc.: Tooth rotting fluff, Atsumu is a dork in love but still consistent with his canon character, reader is quiet but not timid

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: I wanted to try a different personality for the reader as well as taking one of Atsumu's negative character traits and flipping it on its head :) This was fun to write. Hehehe.

Words: 1.9k

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"What? She's here for me?" said Atsumu. He pressed his lips together to hide the smile forming on his lips. As he attempted to walk to the gym doors as normally as possible, Aran tilted his head while Osamu wore an amusing smirk.

Atsumu leaned on the frame of the gym doors. "What'd ya want?" he asked you, trying to be as smooth as possible. His voice didn't reveal his usual arrogance and was unexpectedly gentle.

"Could I see your hand?" you asked him with a quiet but direct tone.

When he held his hand out in front of you, you delicately turned it over, palm faced down, and positioned his fingers one by one. You didn't notice him gripping the side of his jersey in his other hand, trying to keep it together every time your fingers grazed his skin. You let go of his hand to pull out your phone and angled it to get a good shot of his hand.

Click.

"Thank you Atsumu-san," you told him, putting your phone away and leaving the gym.

Atsumu returned to the court, not even able to hide the childish grin from his teammates anymore. Some widened their eyes and others dropped their jaws as they witnessed the entire scene.

"So when did you start liking her?" Suna asked him.

"I don't like her," Atsumu adamantly responded.

A laugh escaped Osamu's lips and Atsumu told him to shut up. He hated that his twin knew exactly why he was acting like this.

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"Well that looks ugly."

Seated at your desk, you looked up from your sketch to see Atsumu's scrunched up nose. It didn't take long for it to disappear. Osamu whacked him on the head for insulting the quietest girl in class two and quite possibly their whole year.

"Sorry about this jerk," Osamu told you. "He doesn't have a filter."

But when he started to drag Atsumu away from you, they heard the rare sound of your voice.

"Miya-san," you said.

They both turned around but after looking at each other, they assumed you were referring to your classmate Atsumu.

"Why does it look ugly?"

"Ha?" Atsumu gawked at you. He scratched the back of his head. "I dunno. The shoulders just looked gross"–he got whacked on the head again–"Hey!" He glared at Osamu.

After they bickered for a bit, they turned their attention back to you, but you were already facing your desk, immersed in your sketch. Osamu raised an eyebrow at Atsumu, expecting him to know what that was all about, but he only shrugged his shoulders, not having a clue either.

The next time Atsumu heard your voice was when you came to see him at his desk.

"Ha? What's this?" he asked.

In front of him, you had placed another sketch. You didn't say a word but looked at him as if you were expecting some sort of comment.

Atsumu raised an eyebrow but looked at the sketch anyway.

"What's wrong with this dude's hand?" he asked as he squinted at the drawing, holding your sketchbook up to his eyes. "It looks like it's dislocated or something."

The classmate beside him shot his eyes open. He then looked up at you to see your reaction.

"Thank you," you told Atsumu with a little nod before returning to your desk. Those were the only words you had for Atsumu and they had left him and his classmate speechless.

Atsumu's eyes lit up the third time you came to his desk.

"Which one looks the worst?" you asked him, showing him three different sketches.

"This one," he said, pointing to the one in the middle. "There's no way a person could have hair like that."

You ignored his comment and asked him again which one looked worse. He still chose the middle one, saying the expression reminded him too much of his brother.

You gave him a nod as thanks and as he watched you return to your desk, there was a small uptick at the corner of his mouth, gazing at you gathering your pencils together and continuing your progress.

Over the next couple of weeks, he watched you from afar as you drew doodles during class when you should've been paying attention. He wondered if he should actually write notes from the lesson in case you needed them. Maybe he'd pass them to you the next time you showed him your artwork.

But you hadn't made a trip to his desk during the next two weeks. Why did you stop coming? So when you left the classroom, he quickly opened the sketchbook that was left on your desk and went through it page by page, curious to see what you'd been drawing this whole time. As he flipped through the pages, he saw how your drawings had gradually improved. He couldn't help but smile at your growth as an artist.

"Miya-san."

He jumped at your voice and snapped the book shut. He fumbled over his words. "I wasn't looking! It just fell and I picked it up from the ground!" he told you. "When I put it back on yer desk it just happened t' be like that!"

He then saw an expression he had never seen on your face. Your brows were furrowed and your lips turned into a frown. You let out a deep breath. "Miya-san, you're free to look through my sketchbook, but please don't lie to me."

His eyes widened before he lowered them to stare at the classroom floor. Shoulders sagging, he told you in a hushed voice, "I'm sorry." He sighed and dragged his feet back towards his desk. But just when he was about to pull out his chair, he heard your soft voice.

"Miya-san," you said, looking directly at him when he turned to you. "Like I said, you can come and look at it whenever you want."

Atsumu pressed his lips together, trying to hold back a stupid grin on his face. But his eyes betrayed his attempt as they crinkled and turned into crescents, elated at your offer.

*****

Over the next several weeks, Atsumu used any excuse he could to chat with you at your desk before he finally settled on talking to you about anything and everything. He tried to get to know you, asking you questions, but your answers were short and simple, not knowing how else to respond.

However, Atsumu shamelessly continued to talk about himself, his brother, the team, and whatever else was on his mind that day. You always nodded and listened with a smile.

"I think she's just being nice to you," commented Osamu.

"She's never stopped me," Atsumu replied with a huff, crossing his arms, which only resulted in Osamu shaking his head.

Without looking up from your sketch, you told him, "I like hearing him talk."

Osamu's eyes grew at your response but when he glanced over at his twin, Atsumu's ears and cheeks had turned red.

"Oh?" the silver haired twin said with a sly grin. "You're blushing 'Tsumu."

"No I'm not!" Atsumu said after clearing his throat and turning his head away. Osamu was about to tease him when instead, you said something that deepened his blush.

"It's cute."

Osamu's jaw dropped. Atsumu froze at your comment before deciding to put his face down on your desk, burying it into his arms.

As you and Atsumu got to know each other, he learned that you were still close with your friends from middle school. They were there for you, always supporting you and your passion for art. But when you asked them what they thought about your drawings, they had always said they looked good. You were grateful for them but you couldn't tell if they were just being nice.

"So is that why you asked me about yer drawings?" Atsumu noted. You confirmed it with a nod and he looked at you with longing eyes and a soft smile.

You caught him off-guard when you took a photo of him. "Your expression was interesting just now," you told him. "I want to use it as reference."

Atsumu blushed and covered the lower half of his face. He muttered something through his hands that you didn't quite catch.

"Hm?" you asked.

"Y-you can use me as reference any time."

You took him up on his offer. You'd often snap pictures of him, casually pulling out your phone when you'd find an interesting expression on his face. You even came to see him at practice when you wanted to practice drawing some hands. He often wondered what you noticed about him when you used him as reference, what expressions you saw in him.

One day after classes had ended and volleyball practice was cancelled, he sat at the other side of your desk as you switched to a different drawing pencil from your set. What did you see when you looked at him? His eyes? His nose? His lips?

His hand rose next to your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. When you looked up at him from your drawing, he pulled his hand back, suddenly realizing what he was doing.

He bit his lip, scolding himself for doing that to you. You called his name and his attention was back on you.

"Why did you stop?" you asked.

Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach, not at all expecting those words. Looking at you through his eyelashes, he saw you directly looking back at him. Were you serious?

Somehow getting the courage to make a move, he drew his hand toward you and gently cupped your cheek. He bent over your desk and brought his lips near yours, stopping midway as if waiting for permission to follow through. You leaned in a little closer and he closed the gap, feeling your soft lips against his.

Pulling back, his eyes studied your face for some sort of reaction. He bit his lip, doubting if that was what you wanted. Perhaps he didn't do a good job or you had changed your mind after the kiss.

What if you were just doing this for reference?

He searched your eyes for an answer, not knowing that you saw the insecurity in his.

"I liked it, Atsumu."

His eyes grew. He was both delighted and flustered, not believing that he got to kiss you, that you'd accept a kiss from someone like him. He hugged you and placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

*****

"Guys! I have a girlfriend!" Atsumu declared, storming into the gym the next day. They all raised their brows when they saw who was holding his hand.

"Are you serious?" asked Aran.

"It's probably fake," Suna commented.

"He must have bribed her or something," Osamu added.

"All of ya just shut up!" Atsumu yelled at them as they all gave him a skeptical look. He sighed and dropped his shoulders as he held your hand.

They snickered and teased him, but when there was a silent pause in the air, they heard your voice for the first time.

"I like him," you told his team. Your voice was quiet but they heard every word. They freaked out, gawking at the two of you, an unlikely pair.

Atsumu turned his face away because his cheeks went red again. Your words, more often than not, caused him to be up in a fluster.

*****

I hope you enjoyed it.

I couldn't help but have Suna say it was fake for all my "A Glimpse of Yellow" readers. lolll.

If you liked this one, you might like one of these:

1) my Tendou one-shot (timid!reader)

2) my Sakusa one-shot (where he gets a crush on exchange student!reader)

3) my Kyoutani one-shot (another unexpected pairing)

And I want to shamelessly throw in my Suna chaptered fic (fake dating) just because it's my current series. lol.

I also have a Google form for my taglist if any of you are interested in it.

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfic #atsumu fanfic #hihqnetwork #animehorizons #angelwalker’s virtues

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The Keys to my Heart | Josh Kiszka x Reader | Part 3

Series Summary | Part 2

Chapter warnings: Angst. Some fluff. Mentions of poor mental health. Mentions of drinking. Some Jake x reader. Being stung by a jellyfish.

MINORS PLS DNI (you will be blocked) Also let me know again if I missed anything PLS :)

A/N: Im so sorry this took me so long to write. Lifes been crazy. I got to meet my greta friends in March even though our concerts got cancelled we met up and had an absolute blast but coming back from that trip, for some reason work got overwhelming for me and then I had major writers block. I'm hoping I made up for it by making this chapter a little longer than the others that I have posted so far. This is probably my favorite chapter so far but it is sad and I am sorry!!! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 6.8k

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“Y/N, I don't really know how to approach this because I suck at things like this but-..”

You felt your heart pounding through your chest, the sweat forming on your forehead, and the shakiness of your breath. “Jake, please for the love of god cut to the chase,” You said quietly. “Is that Josh's girlfriend?”

Jake took a deep breath and sighed, looking away from your face. “No, that is not Josh’s girlfriend.” You let out a breath that you didn't know you were really even holding onto.

“I really don't know what is going on between the two of them to be honest with you.” Jake started and your chest started to hurt you again from lack of oxygen. “But she has been coming around quite often lately. And they're always sneaking around it seems. I mean shit I caught him sneaking her into the house last week around like 3 am and-...”

You felt your heart sink to the very low depths of your stomach and you face pale, trying to fight back the anxiety bubbling up in your chest. Jake glanced up at you before finishing his sentence realizing his admission out loud to you. Concern spreading across his features, he reached up and placed one of his hands on your knee to calm you. You looked over at him with glossy eyes.

“Oh shit Y/N/N, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you that.” He said, his eyebrows knitting together.

You placed your hand on top of his. “No Jakey it's okay, I needed to know that. I just don't know why I had a sliver of hope that Josh and I would maybe possibly go back to what we had before your tour started.”

Jake offered you a tight lipped smile and a nod before he turned his attention back to the patterns he had been drawing in the sand. The silence settled between you. As much as you loved Jake, you would give anything to be alone in this moment to process your feelings, whatever those were at the moment. You weren't exactly sure what you were feeling. Sadness obviously but a mixture of others as well. Anger maybe? Regret? Hate? Anxiety?

“What do you need right now Y/N?” Jake asked, going back to drawing patterns in the sand in front of him.

You gave him a shaky sigh in return. “I'm not completely sure. I'm thinking of going home to be honest with you.”

Jake snapped his head in your direction at the admission. “Y/N no!”

“I just don't know if I can deal with the thought of him having another girl under the roof of that house when I am in it at the same time Jake. I never fully healed from what he did and what we had before. Whatever that was. Real or not. So what am I even supposed to do?”. Tears were now starting to break the barrier on the rim of your lower eyelid and cascade down your face. You weren't even aware that the tears had filled your eyes to the brim in the first place so it shocked you to feel the wet streams start to make their way down your skin. You tried to wipe them away as fast as you could, feeling pathetic for crying in front of Jake over his twin for what felt like the hundredth time in the last few months.

Jake stood up and extended his hands out to you to follow suit. You let go of your arms that were hugged tightly around your own body to protect your beating heart from any further pain and grabbed his hands. He hoisted you up from your chair and pulled you into a tight hug immediately.

Of course, the second his arms wrapped around your body you felt the tears start to fall a little more freely now. You clung onto Jake for what felt like dear life hoping the pain in your heart at his admission of another girl with Josh would somehow vanish into thin air. Jake laid his head down on the top of yours and rubbed your back.

“Y/N. Don't you dare go home. We need you here, I need you here and I know how much you said you needed a vacation. Dont go home because of my stupid idiotic twin cant open his eyes and see what is right in front of him.”

You huffed a small laugh and nodded your head that was still resting on Jake's chest.

After what was probably close to 10 minutes of just standing on the beach with Jake holding you, you pulled back from him..

“Sorry bout your shirt bud.” You said to Jake, looking at the tear stains and light mascara that now inhabited the fabric of his blush pink t shirt he was wearing. He let out a light chuckle.

“You know they invented these super cool things called washing machines?”

“Shut the fuck up Jacob.” You smirked.

“There's a smile! Now how about we go back to the house. I have a feeling Sam is either struggling to put his bass strings on or he put them on wrong and I will have to fix it for him.”

You giggled at the thought of a classic Kiszka brotherly brawl over a simple set of guitar strings.

Wiping your cheeks of any possible remaining black lines from your mascara you followed Jake back up the ramp from the beach and across the deck into the house. You and Jake made small talk about the bands new songs that they were probably going to be practicing later on tonight and how you had to come preview them, that Jake needed your opinion on a few new riffs he had come up with. You happily agreed, missing the days you used to sit in on band practice in the garage. Things were simpler back then.

“You wanna come see these riffs now?” Jake asked, smiling back at you as he opened the big french door for both of you to walk into the house.

“Actually Jake, I kinda need to clean up my face,” You gestured to your probably blotchy red face with tear stained cheeks. “And I could benefit from some alone time I'm sure. Plus, Im kind of trying to avoid the basement at the moment.”

Jakes face fell slightly, “I get it. But dont hide in your room for the rest of the day, were having a delicious dinner later today.”

“Okay dad” You snorted and rolled your eyes.

You watched as Jake descended down the foyer stairs finally letting the weight of what happened today rest a little heavier on your shoulders. Shaking your head you made your way down to your room for hopefully some peace and quiet. Which you quickly realized probably wasn't going to happen when you heard muffled arguments coming from the basement below you, guessing Jake was poking fun at Sam and Sam was retaliating.

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Your afternoon me time, which had consisted of a face mask, talking with one of your girlfriends on the phone and currently painting your toenails, was suddenly interrupted by none other than Sammy Kiszka himself busting down your door. You jumped back at his sudden, loud, entrance into your room, knocking over your bottle of nail polish in the process.

“Whatcha doooin” Sam asked jumping on your bed and rolling over to his stomach to stare down at where you were sitting on the floor.

“I have to go Y/F/N. I'll call you back later.” You said quickly hanging up your phone before your friend could even respond and rushing to grab a paper towel and some nail polish remover (just in case) from your connected bathroom to wipe up the little bit of nail polish that had spilled.

“Isn't it obvious Sam?” You responded laughing. “Girl shit.”

“Nah I think you're hiding from us, I think you're hiding from Josh.” He said, sending a wink your way, completely oblivious to what you and Jake talked about earlier today.

You ran over to Sam and clasped a hand over his mouth.

“Would you shut it, the door is wide open.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you and then licked the inside of your hand to which you squealed and jumped back.

“I hope that it tasted like the nail polish remover I just used you nasty ass.”

Sam just grinned widely at you and smacked his lips. “Nope. Not one bit.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Oh whatever. What do you want.”

“Dinners ready, Jake sent me to come get you.”

You smiled, “Perfect, I am absolutely starving!”

You and Sam made your way down the hallway to the kitchen where the smell of spices engulfed your senses and made your stomach rumble with hunger. You see Danny standing in the kitchen with an apron on, his hair in a loose bun low on his head, pulling a pan of something out of the oven.

“I got the hermit out of her room!” Sam exclaimed pointing at you next to him.

Danny set the pan down on the top of the stove and looked over at you and smiled.

“I hope you're hungry. We have eggplant parmesan and pasta!”

“And wine!” Jake chimed in coming up the foyer stairs carrying 3 bottles of wine in his arms.

“I am famished, and could use a glass of red wine for sure!”

Yourself and the boys all made light conversation while yourself and Jake set the table, Danny prepared the pasta/extra sauce/eggplant for serving, and Sam bounded around the kitchen after Danny helping here and there. You noticed immediately Josh's absence from the kitchen and your mind wandered to where he could be right now. Was he downstairs still hiding away with Anya? Was she even still here? What could he even be doing right now? Your midn was so preoccupied you didn't realize until it was too late that you had ungracefully knocked over Danny's basically full wine glass on the counter, reaching over to grab a serving spoon..

“Shit!” you exclaimed, picking up the wine glass and reaching for the nearest towel to soak up the red liquid that was quickly still spreading over the counter.

You gained the attention of the 3 men in the process, muttering apologies to Danny and keeping your eyes focused on your task, hoping they didn't notice your beat red cheeks from embarrassment.

“You alright there champ?” Jake asked from his spot at the kitchen table he and Sam were already sitting at.

“Yeah” you mumbled back.

Danny came over next to you to help sop up the liquid.

“Sorry about your wine Danny.” You said.

“Y/N/N, it's just wine, it's no biggie. Come sit down and eat before everything gets cold.”

“Is Josh still joining us?” Sam piped up from his spot at the kitchen table. Your head snapped in his direction and you saw Jake's eyes widen for a moment and hold back a breath.

“I'm not-..” Danny started to say. But almost as if on cue to not only Sam's question but your wandering mind from not a few moments ago. Josh and Anya make their way through the same French door you and Jake had walked through together not a few hours before. Anya was laughing at something Josh had said just before walking in through the door, grabbing onto one of his arms while she tipped her head back in laughter. You froze in your spot by the kitchen table, watching their every move feeling your heart rate rise in your chest.

Josh and Anya stopped just inside the door and Anya's laughter cut off.

“Oh! Yummy dinners ready!.” She said sweetly, now holding onto one of Josh's hands.

Everyone had frozen at this point, except for Anya. You didn't notice but Sam and Danny were sneaking glances at you to gauge what you were about to do next. The tension in the air came into the room and settled in faster than I think anyone expected. The only sound in the room was the light music that Danny had put on while he was cooking up dinner. Josh's eyes immediately caught yours and his smile had faded completely. He dropped Anya's hand from his own and broke eye contact from you looking at Jake.

You knew your face was pale at this point with how your heart was clenching in your chest in agony seeing Josh with another girl right in front of you. You looked down at the empty plate next to you where you were about to sit down and eat your home cooked delicious meal that Danny had spent so much time on. You suddenly felt sick. You didn't want to look at them together right now.

You heard Jake clear his throat. “Yeah uh, we were just sitting down to eat.”

Anya, completely oblivious to what was going on, clapped her hands together. “Awesome. I am hungry!” She was the first one to move in the room. Taking a spot right next to Jake, dragging Josh with her to sit down. Danny had begun to dish out some food on his plate and Sammy poured another glass of wine for himself, a big one at that, to help ease the awkward tension he and everyone else was feeling in the room. You were the only one that felt frozen in place still and had not taken your seat.

“Uh Y/N/N?” Danny started to ask, carefully from his spot next to you.

You snapped out of your head for a brief moment to look up and see Anya plant a kiss on Josh's cheek right in front of you. Josh's eyes met yours once again and they looked, dare I say, sad? But that was your breaking point. You could feel the tears begin to brim your eyes again, the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears, you were seeing red at this point. Before you could even properly register what you were doing, you had snatched a full bottle of red wine off the table in front of you and turned on your heel, making a bee line for your room down the hallway. You heard Josh and Jake call your name from behind you but you feel like you're going to pass out and you need to get away fast. Jake glared at his twin from the other wide of the table and hopped up to chase you down the hallway. He had just barely made it through your doorway, narrowly missing the door slamming in his face.

You placed the bottle on your dresser and collapsed instantly in your bed, crying but making no sound. Jake closed your door behind him and came to join you on the bed before you gathered enough air to speak to him.

“Get. Out.” You choked out between sobs. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

Jake stopped in his tracks and looked at you with a sad look on his face, his arms extending out to you. “Y/N, please let me help.”

“I said get out Jacob!” You yelled at him, a little harsher than you had intended. You instantly regretted it when you watched him flinch and his face fall even further. He put his arms down now next to him and made his way to your bedroom door. You were now sitting up, watching him leave you. You watched as he turned back to you in your doorway, he opened his mouth a few times but closed it promptly and bowed his head at you. When he closed your door you got up, grabbed the wine bottle and locked the door as you didnt want to be further bothered for the rest of the evening.

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You awoke with yet another glorious headache due to your red wine filled heartbroken night. You knew better than to not only double down on the alcohol two nights in a row, but red wine alone after barely eating? Yuck. It left you with a bitter taste in your mouth, a decent headache, and some heartburn early in the morning. You rubbed your eyes, feeling how swollen they were underneath your fingers and you sighed out loud. The sun streaming through the blinds right in your eyes at 7 am wasn't helping anything. Maybe you'll put up a small blanket today in the window to hopefully prevent some of the sun from getting in so you could finally sleep in on your vacation. You laid there for a moment and recalled the rest of your evening for just a moment. At one point you had given up on crying, the tears just wouldn't fall anymore. You're pretty sure at one point you heard someone knock at your door but you didn't answer it and you never heard the knocking again. As much as you wanted to just lay in bed all day and ignore everyone in the house, your rumbling sour tummy was reminding you that you needed to nourish yourself or you would find yourself vomiting all morning.

Dragging yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, you splashed some cold water on your face to help relieve some of the swelling in your eyes, at least you hoped. You put on some mascara then to hopefully hide some of the swelling as well and you popped a few Advil to help your throbbing head.

Making your way out into the hallways quietly, you scoped out the living room and kitchen from a far making sure you were alone. You weren't really in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment. God forbid you run into Josh.

Making your way slowly to the back french door, thinking maybe some fresh air and a walk on the beach would be a good idea to clear your head, you run into Jake who had just started making his way up the foyer stairs. You both froze in place and stared at each other like you were some wild animals, predator and prey, wondering who would make the first move.

“Jake” you said softly, frowning at him lightly. “Im really sor-..”

He held up his hand at you to stop you from finishing your sentence any further. “No need to apologize Y/N. Are you okay.”

You let out a breath, thanking god that Jake didn't seem mad at you for your outburst at him last night, and you both walked towards each other enveloping each other in a hug.

You giggled, “Are you seriously asking me that right now.”

He chuckled back lightly and let you go faster than you wanted him to. Okay so he was still a little ticked about yesterday. But you were grateful he was being nice to you right now.

“I'm sure you're starving, how about we get breakfast from Sunnys?” He asked, giving you a small smile.

Your eyes lit up at the mention of one of your favorite local restaurants. “Deal.”

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You and Jake pulled the boat up to the dock in front of Sunny’s and Jake switched the boat power off. You both tag teamed and made sure to grab the ropes on the side of the boat to anchor it to the dock before you got off. On the ride over you and Jake played rock paper scissors over who had to go inside and actually pick up the food. You lost. Terribly. And you giggled about it for a brief moment as you made the short trek up the ramp to the inside of the restaurant. The smell of food was already wafting through the air and making your mouth water with hunger. Sunny’s was one of your favorite little restaurants along the water in the keys. It was owned by a small family in town that lived down from where both your family and the Kiszkas used to stay. The food could cure a heartbreak or hangover in a matter of a few bites, which was a perfect instance for this morning.

You made your way through the open garage doors up to the bar where a young girl was tending to a few patrons already having drinks at 10: 30 am to grab your to-go order. While waiting at one of the bar stools you glanced around at the half full patio with people of all ages enjoying their food and spending time in the warm salty air. Your eyes landed on a particular table not 10 feet away from where you were sitting that had just erupted in loud laughter and yells. A group of four girls around your age were sitting with a bottle of champagne right in the middle of the table surrounded by plates, cheersing to whatever seemed to be going on. One of the girls turned her head slightly and her blonde hair blew behind her in the wind, and is that..? Oh great. It was Anya and who you assumed were her girlfriends. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the girl behind the bar just as she was approaching you. “Hey, how can I help you?” She asked with a bright smile. “Uh yeah I had a pick up order for Y/N?” She took your card with a smile and walked off to ring up your food in the system.

You didn't mean to start eavesdropping on the conversation going on with Anya and her friends behind you but you couldnt help it, its not like they were making an attempt to be quiet anyways.

“So Anya,” one of the girls started. “Josh??” you stopped your breathing momentarily to listen in while pausing on signing the receipt the bartender handed back to you. You heard Anya scoff, “Ugh dont even get me started on Josh.” She exclaimed.

You felt your eyes grow wide at the tone in her voice.

“Hes kind of really getting annoying. He won't even hook up with me yet! It's getting boring.”

You feel your heart drop to the depths of your stomach. Josh was really giving his time and energy to this trash bag of a girl?

Anya continued, “Its whatever though, I really am just using him to get to Jake anyways.” You could hear her smile. Okay now you were starting to get pissed. “Oh yeah, Jake is hot as fuck.” One of the girls agreed.

“I know right?” Anya continued, “Only the problem is I have to get rid of this stupid Y/N bitch that always hangs around them. I saw her clinging onto Jake yesterday when I got to the house and then he chased after her when she had her stupid little mental breakdown moment. Not like she has a chance though with Jake or probably even Josh at that. I just need to get Jake alone next time I go over there.”

The bartender came back and set your food down in front of you. “Can I get you anything else today?” She paused before walking away. You realized you had not signed the receipt yet because you were too busy listening to conversation behind you. “Uhm, you know what, yeah. Can I get a shot of Don Julio please?” She nodded and went to grab the bottle to pour you a shot. You put a $10 down on the counter, “keep the change” you said and knocked back the shot and bit the lime before you could fully gag at the taste of the tequila hitting the back of your throat.

Leaving your food on the counter momentarily you turned around and made a beeline for Anya's table as her and her friends were laughing and still going back and forth about who knows what at this point. The two girls facing Anya and the brunette stopped talking and looked at you and frowned. Anya spit part of her mimosa out she she looked up and realized who approached her table.

“Can I help you?” She asked with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, you can.” You started. “Keep my name out of your fucking mouth and leave Josh and Jake the hell alone”

She laughed. “And what exactly are you going to do if I dont?”

The anger that had been bubbling in you and finally poured over the surface. Without thinking you grabbed the water glass sitting in front of Anya and threw it in her face, drenching her and the brunette next to her and sending ice flying behind her. All the girls at the table gasped loudly and you knew you were causing a scene but quite frankly you didnt care. “That.” you spat back at her turning on your heel. You made a beeline for the food you left on the counter realizing the bartender had her jaw hung wide open and a few of the men sitting at the bar were staring at you with surprised looks. “Tell Ricky and Millie I'm sorry” you told the bartender, grabbing the food and making another beeline for the ramp to get back to the boat as quickly as you could.

Jake was sitting on the boat sunbathing with his eyes closed enjoying the morning sun.

“Jake!” You screamed, startling him so bad he fell from his spot onto the boat deck. “Start the boat now we have to go.” He stared at you for a moment, not moving.

“NOW Jacob!!”

Jake sprung into action untying the boat from the dock and helping you jump on quickly. He peeled away from the dock and back towards the beach house. Once you were a far enough distance away from Sunnys Jake slowed the boat down to a cruising speed.

“Mind telling me what the fuck is going on?!” He seethed. Obviously not happy with your theatrics. He looked over at you and saw you with your head in your hands looking at your feet and he softened.

“What. Did you rob the place or something?” Trying to make a joke.

You picked your head up out of your hands and his face dropped when he saw how flustered and annoyed you looked.

“What's wrong Y/N/N?”

You rolled your eyes at the question.“Anya”

“What the fuck happened with Anya? Wait, did you see her in Sunnys?”

“She's vile Jake!” You yelled all of a sudden. “I overheard her talking about how annoying Josh is to her friends and how she's using him!” You threw you arms up in the air then crossed them over your chest. Jake slowed the boat down even more and turned from the steering wheel to face you, frowning. “She really say that ?”.

“Yes Jake, I swear on my mommas grave.” He gave you a pained look. “Oh shit..”

“Yeah.” you scoffed. “I have to tell Josh..”

No other words were spoken between you two as Jake slowly coasted up to the side of the boat dock at the house. Both of you gathering the ropes again to re-tie the boat to the dock at home.

“I cant believe Anya said that still.” Jake said, sitting on the edge of the boat facing you and the ocean.

“Yeah me neither. But I had a bad feeling about her from the get go, you know that gut feeling of sorts.” You said.

Going to sit on the edge of the boat opposite where Jake had just propped himself across from you. Without realizing, you had overshot where your butt was going to land due to still being hungover and newly buzzed from the shot of liquid courage you used earlier. In a second you were flying through the air just to break the surface of the blue water beneath you. You gasped as you broke to the surface again completely shocked and now quite frankly embarrassed that even just happened.

You looked up to where you had just fallen from and saw Jake staring down at you, “Holy shit Y/N!! You good ?”. You broke out in laughter and he followed suit.

“Yeah I'm okay, its kinda nice in here. Sobered me up a bit.” He gave you a quizzical look but smiled down at you.

“Riiiiight. Well hurry up and meet me at the dock ladder, Im starving, and you need to change now ''.

You started swimming around the front of the boat heading for the ladder when your hand brushed something in the water. You pulled your arm back quickly. It wasn't seaweed or that grassy shit for sure, maybe it was a fish ? A shark ? No not a shark you'd see it swimming towards you. You whipped your body around trying to look for fins because whatever brushed your arm definitely felt squishy and slimy.

“You alright Y/N?” Jake called to you 6 feet away.

“Uh..” You started to yell back when you felt it. A prickling burn made its way up the inside of your left thigh and wrapped around the side of it. You screamed and leapt as far away from the pain as you could and burst into tears.

“I think I just got stung by a jellyfish!!” You yelled at Jake getting closer to the ladder by the second, adrenaline pushing you to swim faster than you ever have in your life. By the time you made it to the ladder Jake was bending his body down to grab you by the arm and drag you up, barely giving you a chance to even use your own body to get up the steps. You were sobbing at this point and Jake pulled you into his arms only for a split second before pulling away. “Where” he asked, grabbing your shoulders and searching your face for an answer. You wiped away the tears streaming down your right cheek at the moment. “M-my leg” you gestured to your left leg shaking while twisting it so Jake could see.

“Okay, okay you're okay Y/N. Let's get you in the house. I think there's some kind of medicine in the cabinet in there.” He started pulling you along the dock by your hand with a hurry.

“You dont have to pee on me do you?” You heard Jake giggle ahead of you and then he turned his head and flashed you a smile, “not sure yet”.

You gave him a horrified look hoping that wasn't the case.

Jake pulled you through the big white trim glass doors and immediately into the kitchen. You were still crying just not as hard as before, the stinging on your leg had now intensified but the adrenaline from the sting itself happening isn't allowing you to feel the full force of the pain just yet. Jake took you by the hips and lifted you up and set you on the counter. As Jake went to dig through the medicine cabinet you allowed yourself to look down at the now expanding little red welts dragging from the inside of your left knee all the way up your thigh ending on the other side by your butt. Jake came back a moment later with rubbing alcohol, vinegar, and some cotton pads. You focused on his face as he set the items next to you.

“Okay sunshine, listen,” he started, coming to stand in between your legs with arms on either side of your hips on the counter. “This is probably going to suck and I am really sorry in advance. It's going to sting even worse for a little but then it's supposed to go away. I need you to trust me, okay?”

You just nodded your head in agreement as he started surveying your leg for any left over tentacles that may be left over from the sting. You leaned back a bit more and rested your arms behind you and chuckled. Jake gave you a quizzical look again before moving back to his inspection.

“I guess this is fucking Karma” You said looking at the ceiling, not wanting to admit you were starting to blush from feeling Jakes hands travel up your thigh.

“And that is because of…?” Jake asked.

“I may or may not have thrown water in Anya's face after I overheard her talking shit and I may have done it in front of a whole restaurant.” Your breath hitched as Jake started dabbing at your sting.

“Really Y/N? Thats classy.” He snorted a laugh.

“What else was I supposed to do ! I'm not just going to sit back and let her talk bad about all of us and get away with it”

“Y/N sometimes you just gotta pick your battles” You snorted a laugh back then yelped when he got to the more sensitive skin of your upper thigh.

“Sorry.” He mumbled sheepishly.

A second later you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen from the foyer stairs. Josh got to the top stair and you made eye contact. He tensed at first, eyes widening for a moment at the sight of Jake in between your thighs and you placed on the counter. You turned your eyes back to Jake's face, focusing on his furrowing eyebrow as he was focusing. Josh saw Jake dabbing the side of your thigh now with a cotton pad and he physically relaxed a bit. Approaching you both carefully he cleared his throat to announce his entrance to Jake since you hadnt said a word to him.

“What happened here?” He asked carefully, watching your face contort with pain.

Jake pulled out his best Australian accent as he kept dabbing you with a cotton pad, “Ah ya know Y/N here was just wrestlin some wild jellies, mate”

You and Josh both huffed a laugh.

Josh got closer to you both hesitantly. “Jesus Y/N/N that looks gnarly, you okay?”

“I think i'll live” You dryly replied.

Josh grimaced slightly at your tone. He understood why you were being curt with him but he didn't like it.

“We picked up food” Jake gestured behind him for a second towards the bag of food on the counter.

“Thanks, but uhm I'm supposed to be meeting Anya here for lunch at Sunnys”.

You tensed and Jake's grip on your leg tightened for a second.

“She was already there when I picked up food.” You lightly spat, not looking at Josh anymore.

Josh looked at you and panicked then at the clock.

“Was she really ?! Shit I must have messed up the time then. Ill catch you guys later.” He stated as he was scrambling around the kitchen grabbing keys and a water.

“Wait, I have to-...” you started to say towards Josh's direction but you were cut short by Jake pressing particularly hard on one area of your thigh causing you to gasp and wince. Looking at Jake directly, he was shaking his head at you. ‘Not now’ he mouthed.

You gave him a puzzling look.

Josh was already out the door before you could speak up again.

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It was tradition to have Sunday night family dinner with the Kiszkas when you were younger. You used to go over with your parents every Sunday around 2 pm and spend hours with the boys while they rehearsed music for their band and your parents slaved away over a 4 course meal in the kitchen. It became such a tradition that even without the parents around, the boys and you still carried it on. You and Jake had spent some time gathering the crabs from the traps you had set after breakfast and you were pleasantly surprised with how many you actually caught. The plan was to have a classic seafood dinner. Eventually, throughout the morning, Sam and Danny finally awoke from their alcohol induced slumber and joined you and Jake in the kitchen to start preparing food. Josh still had not returned some 2 hours after he departed which kind of annoyed you, even though you knew it shouldn't.

“You did what now?!” Sam turned to look at you, mouth agape while chopping vegetables.

“I threw water in her face! She was being so rude and I don't want to see Josh get hurt! He doesn't deserve it.” Sam looked shocked.

“Ooooo so you do like him huh.” Danny gave you a side smirk and bumped your shoulder. “JAKE!” You yelled and he jumped but kept his back to you.

“Did you tell EVERYONE in this god forsaken house?!” Jake turned his body with his arms in the air and opened his mouth to respond when Danny jumped in.

“No he didn't tell us anything, we just guessed and you just confirmed” he said, tapping your nose with his finger.

You groaned and laid your head down on the counter in front of you. “I need a fucking drink. Something.”

“Oh so no denial, huh!” Sam said laughing. You groaned. “Lucky for you, margaritas are my specialty” he sent a wink your way turning to grab the bottle of casamigos, shaker, and limes.

Sams margarita was strong, but in the best of ways. You wanted to forget this morning and whatever you possessed you to act so unlike yourself, so confrontational. You had moved to the outside deck at this point on the side of the house facing the beach. The sun has just started to set lower in the sky, not quite sunset but not quite that 4 pm afternoon summer sun either. A gentle breeze blowing the tall grass on the sand dunes in front of you and the sand catching a white but still golden warm glow. You took a deep breath of ocean air and tipped your head down to stare at the white paint of the deck. Thank goodness the boys insisted on not letting you do anything for dinner tonight. Mentally? You truly needed a break.

But that break was cut short by the sound of an approaching boat in the distance. You recognized the motor as the Kiszkas boat and looked back over your left shoulder towards the dock and saw Josh pulling up, alone, thank goodness.

You tried not to stare but you watched him dock the boat by himself and make his way towards the same doors Jake pulled you through earlier, except he noticed you and made a turn towards you instead of the house. Your breath caught in your throat for a moment and you turned your head back to the beach and the blowing grass. Why were you so nervous?

“Wanna explain to me what the fuck happened earlier?” His tone caught you off guard and you turned to face him only to be met with a death stare and crossed arms from your beloved Josh.

“What do you mean?” You asked. Not to be a dick or anything but you wanted to know what he heard.

“Oh cmon Y/N dont play fucking dumb on me now you know what happened at Sunnys earlier today. All of a sudden Anya wants nothing to do with me! And you dumped water on her in front of a whole restaurant ?! Thats not like you so cut the shit!”

You leaned your back against the railing now and looked down at your white toenails.

“Josh, listen, she was talking about how she was using you and how she actually wants Jake and I-” you started before he cut you off shaking his head in disbelief.

“You know what? Fucking SAVE it Y/N”. You jumped at his tone of voice and his cold stare.

“What the fuck did you really say to her huh?! I know you're jealous of her.” Your heart stopped, your body tingled and you let out a large scoff.

“Are you fucking kidding me Josh?!” You felt tears beginning to form, “You have no idea what that girls intentions are with you. I actually HEARD them this morning and now you want to come at me like this?”

Josh scrunched his eyes together and sighed through his nose, loud enough for you to hear over the breeze blowing the grass. “Look Y/N, I've said it once and i'll say it again to make it clear. What we did before we left for tour was a mistake and it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Dont get in the middle of my relationships anymore. You don't have the right”

The tears that were sitting on the brim of your eyelids finally spilled over and you let out a choked sob. Josh finally looked at you in the eyes and for a moment you could have sworn that he looked taken aback, hurt maybe?

“Fuck you Joshua.” You said and stormed off down the ramp to go sit on the beach. Seems as if things were back to square one between the two of you.

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hornime · 3 years

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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

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