#...and bye again until after round 2

[phreaticlayer]

i return bearing shitposts

[kwonkissed]

pt.2 of this

wonwoo’s been bouncing his leg for so long, the muscles in his calf have started to get sore. he clutches the doctor’s note for a brand of ear drops in his hands as he patiently waits for your shift to end.

the moment he chooses to check the time on his phone is the moment you shuffle into the waiting room. wonwoo immediately shoots up from his seat.

dressed in your winter coat and matching accessories, you waddle to over where he’s standing. you have to lean back to get a good look at him. the multiple layers you have on to keep out the cold proves difficult to move in. wonwoo chuckles at your penguin-like state.

“you warm enough in there?”

you beam at him.

“why yes I am. you ready?”

wonwoo nods. and with that, both of you exit the clinic and you begin to guide wonwoo back to your apartment.

you two talk about all sorts of things on the 10 minute trek back to your home. books and tv shows and how bad the cafeteria food gets by the end of the week. you and wonwoo both are especially passionate about that last one.

a particularly harsh gust of wind hits the two of you as you round a bend in the sidewalk. wonwoo bristles. you take a moment to look him up and down. all he has on is a long sleeve undershirt, dark wash jeans, and a hoodie. and even though you’ve only known him for about a day, you already know what he’ll say if you ask about it: I thought it’d be warm enough, with a cheeky smile and a shrug.

“sweetheart, you need to bundle up,” you say concerned. “you were just sick.” swiftly, you unwrap the scarf around your own neck and move to place it on his.

“oh no, I-I can’t,” wonwoo says quickly. you quiet his protests with a finger to his lips. “absolutely not young man. I have a coat — you do not.”

young man…we’re literally the same age, wonwoo thinks with a confused smile. sheepishly, wonwoo bends down so you can tie the scarf around his neck. immediately, he’s glad he took the scarf - it smells like you.

too caught up in your conversation, neither of you notices you’ve made it to the apartment until you’re at the door.

“end of the line,” wonwoo asks. there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“yeah,” you reply bashfully, digging around in your bag for your keys.

wonwoo goes to remove the scarf from his neck, but you put your hands over his to stop him. “keep it so we’ll have to see each other again. besides, i have plenty,” you say was a sweet smile. a swatch of red appears on each of wonwoo’s cheeks at your words. his reaction makes you bite your lip.

“bye wonwoo,” you say softly. after unlocking the door, you pause and throw your head over your shoulder. “i’ll be expecting my scarf back soon though. ok?”

“yes ma’am,” is all wonwoo can muster. you grin slyly at him, wave your goodbye, and enter your building.

wonwoo stares at the spot where you just stood. he’s smiling to himself as he plays with the fringe of your scarf.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Doctor!Reader’s been catching Bucky up on pop culture. When he takes a hard hit to the head, he winds up in med-bay (after a while). He wakes up when she’s making her rounds, and she asks him what his name is.

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”

The new nurse with her is concerned, but reader sends them out to take care of other patients while she further asses Bucky.

Reader calls him by his full legal name and is about to scold him thoroughly before he interrupts her and says that she doesn’t call him that, she calls him “Bucky” (at least in public, anyway).

Hard Hit » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Female Reader

Summary: You’ve been catching Bucky up on pop culture and he suffers a hard hit to his head and winds up in the med bay.

Warning: Fluff, language, head injury, concussion, flirting, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

“Can you get me the chart for Sergeant James Barnes?” You asked the new nurse.

The nurse nods and looks for his chart, finding it with ease and handed it to you.

“Mind if I come with you?” She asks curiously.

“Sure you can.” You say, giving her a smile.

She rounded the desk and followed you to Bucky’s room. You two walked in his room and stood by his bedside.

“Sergeant Barnes came in with a head injury almost 2 days ago and hasn’t woke up yet.” You say, filling her in.

“Did you get a Head CT to rule out anything?” She asks.

“Yes.” You answered. “He just has a mild concussion.” You tell her. “Until he wakes up, just keep an eye on him.” You say.

Bucky’s eyes fluttered open, squinting them to adjust to the light in the room. He looked around the room to gather his surroundings. He heard the sound of your voice and turned his head towards you to see you talking to the new nurse. You turned your attention to him to check his vitals, only to find out that he’s awake.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You smile. “You worried me there for a bit.” You said. “How do you feel?” You asked.

“My head hurts.” Bucky groans at the pounding in his head.

“We’ll get you something for the pain.” You put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Meanwhile, we’re going to check your vitals. This is Nicole. She’s a new nurse here.” You tell him.

“Hi.” Nicole politely said.

As you were checking his vitals, Bucky narrowed his eyes at Nicole.

“Do you remember your name?” You asked him.

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepared to die.” Bucky says, staring at Nicole.

“Wh-What?” Nicole asks, stuttering with wide eyes.

Nicole grew concerned and confused, wandering why he said that. She wasn’t sure if it was due to his head injury or something else.

“Go round on my other patients.” You whispered to her. “I’ll take care of him.” You say.

Nicole nods and left Bucky’s room. Bucky waved bye at her as he watched her walk out of his room.

“Follow the pen with your eyes.” You instructed.

Bucky’s eyes focused on the pen in front of him. You moved the pen slowly and his eyes followed it, passing that exam with flying colors.

“James Buchanan Barnes-” You were about to scold him, but he interrupted you before you could.

“You don’t call me that.” He points out. “It’s Bucky to you, doll face.” He says.

You sighed and playfully rolled your eyes at the Super Soldier.

“Why would you scare her away like that?” You asked.

“I didn’t like her.” He answers.

“You can’t just say you don’t like someone when you just met them.” You say.

“Yes I can.” He says with a grin.

You rolled your eyes at him again and continued to assess him.

“How long was I asleep?” He asks.

“Almost 2 days.” You tell him. “Do you remember anything before that?” You asked.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember what happened before he got knocked out and ended up in the med bay.

“I was on a mission and…” He pauses, trying to remember what else happened. “I think someone came up behind me and hit me hard on the back of my head.” He tells you, rubbing the back of his head.

You checked the back of his head to make sure there wasn’t any bleeding or any bumps.

“There’s no bleeding or bumps, but I’ll still get you something for the pain. I’ll be right back.” You say.

Bucky nodded and watched you walk out of his room. You went to the medicine cart and got him something for the pain he’s having in his head.

“I’m back!” You say, walking back in Bucky’s room.

“It’s about time.” He sat up. “I was missing you.” He says with a pout.

“Here, take this. It should help with the pain.” You say, handing him a cup of water and a pill to help with his massive headache.

He took both from you and took the pill. Bucky narrowed his eyes again when Nicole walked in the room.

“Sorry for bothering you, but I can’t find the chart for the patient down the hall.” She says.

“Oh sorry!” You realized you had the chart with you. “I had it with me this whole time.” You say.

You handed it to her. She slowly walked in Bucky’s room after what he said earlier. She took the chart from you and left the room, picking up where she left off with your patients.

“Stop it!” You lightly smacked his shoulder. “She’s done nothing wrong.”

“You don’t know that.” Bucky says.

“She’s just new here, Bucky.” You tell him. “Be nice to her.” You say.

Bucky mumbled an ok and leaned his head back against the pillow.

“I have other patients to check on. I’ll be back in a little bit.” You say.

“Are you cheating on me with those patients, doll?” Bucky jokingly asks.

“No I’m not.” You giggled. “You’re my favorite patient.” You tell him.

“I better be.” He says, followed by a wink.

You gave him a smile before leaving his room to check on your other patients. You went to the nurses station to get their charts.

“I’m done checking on your other patients.” Nicole says, putting their charts in front of you.

“Thank you so much, Nicole.” You thanked her and smiled. “Also, I apologize for what Bucky said earlier.” You say.

“Was it due to his head injury?” She asks.

“No. He was quoting a movie I probably shouldn’t have told him about.” You say.

“Oh ok.” She says.

“Did he scare you when he said that?” You asked.

“A little.” She says.

“Sorry. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do it again.” You said. “Also, if you need anything, I’ll be working from Sergeant Barnes’s room.” You say.

Nicole nodded and went back to work. You went to your office and grabbed your laptop and your bag before going back to Bucky’s room.

“I’m back!” You announced, walking in Bucky’s room.

“Finally!” Bucky playfully and exaggeratedly sighed. “I was beginning to think you were going to leave me for another patient.” He says jokingly.

“I would never do that.” You joked along with him. “Nicole already checked on my other patients and I went to my office to get some things.” You say.

Bucky watched you open your laptop and put it in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked at the website page you already had up for him.

“What is this?” He asks.

“More information you missed over the years.” You say.

“I prefer newspapers.” He says.

“I don’t have newspapers so you’re getting the internet.” You say.

Bucky wanted to be stubborn, but he likes listening to you.

“Fine.” he mumbles. “Can I watch TV on this thing?” He asks. “Cause the TV in here doesn’t have the movies I like from the 40s.” He says.

“I can look some up for you if that’s what you want. Write them down.” You say, giving him a pen and paper.

Bucky wrote down some movies he likes, specifically movies from the 1940s that he hasn’t watched in years. He gave you the list of movies and you looked at them before finding one of them for him.

“Here you go.” You say, putting the laptop in front of him.

Bucky smiles when he sees the title of his favorite movie appear on the screen.

“Thank you, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled back. “Just know, when this movie is over, I’m educating you on more pop culture.” You say.

“Deal.” Bucky agrees.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[luvoverdose]

INVISIBLE STRING

pairing: stranger!matt x reader

summary : in which you and Matt had met as kids on a vacation, but lived too far away from each other. But some string pulled you together later on in life .

pt.2

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⤑ summer 2007

The Sturniolos had just recently rented a beach house in old orchard beach, connected to another beach house through one big yard. Three small blonde boys ran around in the grassy area, giggles filling the air.

You walked out, your older brother by your side. The summer breeze flowed through your hair as you went to go play outside.

You looked over to see three boys whispering, their eyes and heads looking in your direction. One boy shyly came up to you and your brother.

“Hi, I’m Matt. Wanna pway tag?” A little boy softly spoke.

“Mhm.” You quickly nodded your head, a small smile making it onto your face.

“What’s your name?” Another boy asked, now behind Matt.

“Y/N.”

“Cool well I’m Nick, dat Chwis.”

For hours you ran around with the four boys, your brother even joining in for a few rounds. New games were being created every minute, one you were playing red light green light the next you were playing what’s the time Mr.Fox.

“Here guys take a photo together so you’ll remember each other forever.” Your mom smiled and pulled out her camera.

She snapped a quick photo, you all quickly running away after she took it.

It started to get dark so yours and their parents agreed on one more game, hide and seek. You were currently hiding behind the girl next to your house.

Small footsteps flooded you ears and you stayed as still as ever hoping it wasn’t Nick, who’s seeking at the moment. Matt had come into your viewing, offering you a small wave.

“Can I hwide here?”

With a nod of you head he sat down but not before you threw up a symbol telling him to shush.

“You pwetty y/n.”

“Tank you.”

He looked both ways before quickly places his lips on yours before instantly pulling away.

“Matt, Chris, Nick bed time!”

“Bye Y/N, hope I see you again.”

With that he was gone in an instant, you hadn’t known what love had felt like, only being four years old. But already you knew he was your first love.

⤑ summer 2022

You had layed on your bed scrolling through old photos on your mom’s camera until you came across a photo of you and three random boys.

You tried to retract your memory, it all flooding back to you. A light gasp escaped your lips before transferring the photo onto your phone.

Hitting play on your tik tok, you went from your side to onto your stomach.

“Ok so quick background summer of 2007 I had went to oob with my family and we had this house with a shared backyard ok. I met these three little boys and literally one of them was my first kiss.”

I had now changed the background to a green screen of the photo I had just acquired.

“I have no memory of what their names were but tik tok do you thing, find my bffs and my first kiss.”

You smiled into the camera before ending it and posting it.

A few hours later you went to go check onto your video and had seen it completely blew up.

“Holy shit.” you muttered before clicking on the comments.

…view comments

user - OMG!! that’s the sturniolo triplets!

user - imagine your first kiss being one of the triplets!!

user - @sturniolotriplets @matthewsturniolo @christophersturniolo @nicolassturniolo

matthewsturniolo - hey! it’s my first kiss!

^ user - ahhhh it was matt

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guysss don’t flame me ik the endings bad, but this is my first imagine so i’ll get better as i keep writing

[patrickispinky]

Random freaky thoughts 🤔

Wally Clark x Afab! Reader (it's kinda not an x reader but also is at the same time. I don't know how to explain it)

Warnings: Oral (both giving and receiving) thigh riding. Me rambling for no reason. I think that's it. This is just smut so yeah. You've been warned.

Enjoy my descent into madness :)

All I can't think about is this man's tongue 😩 like he'd be so naturally skilled with it. His hands pushing your thighs down to keep them open for him while his tongue laps at your clit. Not stopping until you're quite literally dripping down his chin.

Maybe I just have issues but thigh riding anyone???👀 His thighs just look so ridable. Please tell me I'm not alone in this 😭 He'd flex them to apply just the right amount of pressure to tease you. Not giving you enough to get you to that perfect place of ecstasy. Constantly keeping you on the edge until he's ready to take you. (I'm calling my therapist)

What MarV Allen say??? IMMA TAKE HER TO POUND TOWN, GOING ROUND AFTER ROUND!!! Yeah he lives by that even though he's probably never heard the song. I've said it once and I'll say it again RESETS!!! Aka infinite stamina. He can go forever if you let him.

This is just a random thought but he would laugh his ass off if you printed out 'tickets to pound town' Don't get me wrong he wouldn't pass up the opportunity but he would find it funny.

Give this man head I promise you won't be disappointed. He'd worship you, holding your hair back while he admires your face. Gently pushing your head down while he tells you how beautiful you are.

(okay I'm done. This is probably shitty cus I wrote it during a lecture. I'm running on 2 hours of sleep and an ice coffee that I only drank half of cus I put way to much almond milk in it. Sorry I'm rambling bye 👋)

[bloodyymaryyy]

Gossip girl xoxo

Part 4

Part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / masterlist

Warnings : mention of underage drinking but other than that don't know

((Side note : apparently you guys like the series so what you want you take my beautiful people! I love you guys! Anyway I saw what happened with lando and I had to make that in here! Also something is coming soon I don't know if you will like it but I will enjoy writing so 🤷‍♀️))

Texts with lando

You : hi lan!

Landinio : hey!

You: I heard that you are going to King's day tomorrow with Martin

Landinio : yeah I am what's up?

You : well I got invited for some reason too and wanted to know if you will go with martin or you could carpool with me! I have the lambo here!

Landinio : OH SHIT! I am texting with will rn to cancel on him! There is no way I am missing the lambo ride with you!

You: okay sweet just text me when are you meeting and here you are staying at to come get you because I am out rn. Ttyl x!

Landinio : oh 😏 with who?

You : none of your bizz bye!

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Texts between martin and lando

Lando : hey martin sorry to cancel last minute but y/n is coming and she has her lambo here and I won't find another chance to rice that thing so... Sorry again!

Will : oh it's nothing I understand I would too!

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After picking up lando from his hotel we headed out towards the boat that the party is held taking empty wide roads to really drive the thing, drifting and doing a few donuts in an empty parking lot just for the thrill of it but making sure to actually arrive in the boat party you both got out of the car talking and laughing entering and finding Martin by the dj booth.

Greetings were exchanged talking and laughing until the second round of drinks that started to kick in hopping around, dancing and sings to the rhythm being surrounded by the Dutch men.

You two weren't fazed by the phones recording your every move because you were having fun and a little tipsy, not that you would admit it both to anyone that in fact you were drunk continuing with the drinks and having fun and just as you were getting drinks you got elbowed in the face not really hard but enough to cause a little mountain the next hour not really noticeable.

Lando in the other hand just as you were nearing him again was hit or something because his nose was bleeding you drank both of them quickly and ran up to him while near you can see the bloody roll down in this lips and teeth he smiled at you teeth bloody, you started to laugh at the situation. Someone had a first aid kit and you cleaned the wound putting a plaster on the cut and a bandage wrapped around his head loosely because you were drunk it was going to be messy.

When you finished you started to laugh again at his stupid look he looked like a mummy but who cares? You two didn't nor did the men around you so you both continued dancing, bouncing, shouting lyrics and drinking again. You weren't piss drunk you could think and walk straight and so was lando, playing some songs with martin lando djing for a bit so will could take a break, talking to you laughing and gossiping about news lately and having fun and creating the mood for the actual club that Will, Lando and you will be going to after the pre party in the boat. You were sure you will regret going to another club but current you don't care about it, future you maybe.

You weren't a light weight by any means, starting drinking from a young age and in your teenage years going out drinking almost everyday drinking made it hard for you to get drunk so you were good by half of the actual party in the club but you wouldn't say lando was the same...

Cutting your night in the what you seen fit as to lando wouldn't start throwing up but you could see he was ready to do anyway calling a taxi and telling him the directions of your hotel so you won't drive while drunk.

Taking him by his bicep and wrapping one hand around his shoulder and the other in his arm you payed for the drinks you ordered and left, waiting for the taxi to arrive he was talking to you, whispered things, making sentences up that made no sense, talking gibberish almost falling in his face while you were laughing and loose the grip around him and quickly regaining strength keeping his upright the taxi finally arrived.

Getting him inside and going arout the car so you could take care of him he laid his head in your lap while you slowly and softly graced your hand through his brown curls and stroking his cheek softly while he closed his eyes smiled and opening one eye to look up at you periodically while you made small conversations with the driver which was a fan of the sport and you learned his daughter's favourite driver was you from a young age looking up at you and asking for a photo with you, he wanted a photo with lando but he was asleep so you decided against it, when you arrived you took his phone got a selfie with him and one alone from a high angle so he was visible but not his face just his hat and hoodie that he got out with, you paid the driver and slowly got out of the car and went around the car again opening the door taking his hand waking him up a little so he can get out but he feel asleep again on you as you closed the door.

You again wrapped a hand around him and holding his other firmly you opened the hotel door and getting inside the building, the receptionist was eyeing you but you didn't care you were determined to get him safe and tugged in, heading in the elevator you waited for the doors to close and pressing the button of your level.looking at the mirror you see on your dress a bit of blood from lando's nose you looked a bit disheveled with your eye sparkly eyeshadow somehow under your eye, the lipstick long gone now in its place your lip pencil a bit smeared around the corners of your mouth, in your forehead a little knob and in lando having his head buried in your neck seamingly asleep by his slow rhythmed breathing that was hitting your neck practically hugging you, the elevator pinged letting you know that you got to your floor you started trying to wake him up to stop hugging you but he didn't budged you decide to just carry him to your door which was easier taking out your card key which luckily you took out of your wallet in the taxi and opened the door.

Upon entering you left him to the bed trying once again to gently wake him up so he could change, you left the club at 4 :30 and now you read the clock it said 5 : 30 so you did all of this in an hour and in heels... He is gonna pay fro this but for now you laid a hoodie that you had oversized and long shorts again oversized that you knew that would fit you took your pj's and headed to the bathroom, you washed your face to get rid of the make up and changed out of the dress and heels.

Going again the the bed you saw lando's clothes messily tossed around the side of the bed he was occupying and in your clothes, the hoodie was one of your merch with a red bull logo in the back and you are not gonna tell that to him, wanting him to walk out with it, he was lying in your bed the covers covering most of him but his back and head out you took a picture and tugged him in and walking to your side of the bed pulling up the covers and getting in falling asleep almost instantly, felling a pair of hands wrapping around you and a head to your neck going closer to lando cuddling up on you and falling asleep peacefully

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Waking up in the morning was a struggle, you wouldn't say it was really a morning but evening waking up at 1pm by calls on your phone. Lando still asleep but starting to stir awake too by the annoying ringing of your phone you took your phone from the night stand you answered the phone without looking who it was

It was max

( the convo went like this)

Red : max / pink : y/n

Y/n? Why aren't you answering my calls? I have been calling you non stop from the morning where are you?

Max lower your voice... I have been sleeping what do you want? I am in my hotel room rn sleeping

Why are you still sleeping? What time did you leave the club last night?

4:30

Why? How did you get to the hotel?

Omg max can you interrogate me later? Let me sleep man...( a raspy voice could be heard in the background : stop talkinggg and then a sigh) shut up. Anyway I will call you back lat-

No! No don't fucking hang up! Are you with someone I heard a man! Who is he?!

Omg max! It's lando what do you want? I will talk to you later good bye!

I said and hand up the call not waiting for max to reply and rolled over now cuddling lando and falling asleep again for a few minutes then waking up by lando leaving the bed.

After he got a shower he came back and by then I dressed up to get food because I was starving waiting for lando you go together. We did you got a few pictures with fan and got food.

After that you called max and explained everything at some point max came with us to a few stored and hung out together and took max's plane and went to Monaco each to their own homes.

That's it thank you! ( not the end of the series tho)

[hamzahsfav]

DRIFTING

“Guys, we’re giving you the best content ever” says Martin towards the camera Hamzah is holding. “That’s right guys, subscribe and we’ll give you more slushy vlogz” Hamzah says. Martin agrees and continues to talk to the camera, when they abruptly turn around, hearing the sounds of cars revving up towards them. Their heads quickly turn, their eyes following all the cars zooming by. One car catching Hamzah’s attention. “WOOOOO” yells a girl, her head, craning out of the car window, zooming past them. Her dark red car looking extra shiny under the moonlight. Her hair flies back as she wraps round the streets. “Dude, did we just walk into a drifting show?” Martin asks. “Uhh, I think so?” Hamzah replies back, unsure. Hamzah quickly pays attention to the girl again, as she was about to zoom past them once again. He points her camera at her. The girl makes eye contact with the camera, smiles, and makes a peace sign towards it. Hamzah smiles as he carries on recording her as she drives down the street once more. “Bro we HAVE to say hi” says Martin, noticing how the girl interacted with the camera. Hamzah agrees as they both catch speed, rushing towards the car.

Y/N’S POV:

“Almost done” you say, as you wrap around the street one more time, before slowing down and eventually stopping the car. “That was so fun, I haven’t done that in a while” you remark. Your friend, who was still standing out of the sunroof, agrees, talking about how amazing the show was. You two carry on talking until you hear 2 pairs of feet coming closer towards your car. You check your mirror and see 2 men hurrying towards your car, one of them carrying a camera. They arrive at your window and introduce themselves. “Hi, we just came to say how cool that was, my name is Martin-“ “And I’m Hamzah” The other man says, waving politely. You wave back, smiling at him. “Hey, I’m *y/n*, sorry if I look like a mess by the way, my hair was flying everywhere” you say, as you try to fix and fluff up your curls. “No don’t worry, you look great” Hamzah says, complimenting you. You thank him, both of you beginning to smile. “What car model is this?” He asks, circling the car while recording everything. “It’s a Nissan Silvia S15, I’ve had it since last year, isn’t it so pretty?” you say, beaming proudly. “It’s so pretty” he says, repeating after you. “Thank you so much for talking to us” Martin finally says, showing gratitude. “Of course, I’ll always jump at the opportunity to talk about my car” you reply with a grin. “Alright well, have a good night, and get home safe” Martin says as he waves bye, but you see Hamzah still standing in front of your car. “Is it okay if I get your number or something? Maybe you could teach me how to do those cool tricks you were doing. You look so skilled” he barely utters out. You laugh as you take his phone, typing in your number. “Here you go, be on the look out for any videos I send you on how to at least attempt some of the things I did” you yell, as Hamzah walks backwards, not keeping his eyes off you. “I will, I’ll be looking forward to them” he chuckles. You let out a little laugh before winking at him and driving off, your friend, screaming at getting giddy, asking how you were even able to do that. You giggle and shrug your shoulders, letting the wind blow on your face as you feel some sort of calm, and peace.

A/N: frustrated and unmotivated because i literally wrote this story but tumblr didn’t wanna save it so I had to write it all again, how fun!! lowkey, i feel like this time the story came out WAY better though, enjoy 🎀.

[lowkeychenle]

Irrevocably (3) (M)

Description: Following the night of the party, all you want to do is be alone. Chenle, on the other hand, has other ideas, and is suddenly hellbent on proving to you he'll be better for you

Content Warnings: Angst (previous content warnings from other parts do apply, please check those out before you continue). Smut: explicit, rough, unprotected sex (let's make sure to use protection y'alllll), multiple rounds, why is chenle always pussy drunk i don't understand, use of pet names baby and pretty girl, temperature play (ice), oral (both), cockwarming (did y'all really think I could end a fic on a BAD NOTE when it's CHENLE WEEK?! no bye)

Word Count: 9,105

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

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You wish you could say things changed for you. That you miraculously felt better after you broke down in front of Chenle. Maybe you’d be in a magical world of bliss at this point if that were the case. He’d finally realize all of the bullshit he did and beg for your forgiveness, but a man like him is too prideful to admit his mistakes. You know that now.

He stayed with you until you were calm enough to think rationally, but as soon as your thinking ability came back, you hightailed away from him as fast as you could. Thankfully, Jisung hadn’t been drinking, so he offered to take you home.

He was probably dying to know—not only why Chenle stormed after you and Mark, only for Mark and Chenle’s girlfriend to both stomp off in anger, swearing they’d never speak to either of you again. Although, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. Everyone is suddenly painfully aware that you and Chenle have some sort of history that’s more than what you’d let on.

The first text from Chenle came that night. Apparently, he decided it was time to unblock you.

Chenle: I’m so sorry

All you can do is snort and drop your phone into your lap. You make sure to actually open the message so he sees you’ve read it without responding. He doesn’t deserve anymore of your time. Even if it is to apologize. You want to tear the world down when you see the two hearts next to his name, one in your favorite color, and one in his.

“You okay?” Jisung asks as he pulls up to your building. “I know we’re all friends with Chenle, but you’re important to us, too, okay? Don’t hold anything in if you’re hurting.”

Your throat is dry, and you’re sure your face is still red and puffy from all the crying you did. “Thanks, Ji. I really don’t feel like talking at all tonight. I’m sorry.”

“As long as you know I’m here if you need me.”

You nod once at him and thank him quietly before getting out of his car. Without a single look back, you head into your building. You’re not sure what to expect. Considering how Chenle’s been acting lately, his sad apology attempt is most likely all you’ll get. He’ll go back after his girlfriend, and you’ll end up blocked all over again before the end of the week.

Once you’re inside your house, you have the urge to curl into a ball on the couch with your favorite blanket and never leave the protection of the walls around you. With the door locked, nobody will ever be able to bother you.

Hours turn into days and days into weeks, and the most you’ve done is go to the grocery store once. Delivery has become your savior, but even that doesn’t sit right with you. To your surprise, Chenle continued to message you periodically.

Chenle: You have every right to be pissed at me. I know. All I want is to explain myself, okay?

Chenle: I fucked up so bad I know I did

Chenle: I need you in my life (Y/N)

You’re even more surprised when you don’t hear a single peep from Mark. Chenle was texting you at least once a day, and it seemed that as many times as he sent something to you, you were reaching out to Mark.

You love Chenle. There’s no denying it any longer, but you know better than to love someone who’s not emotionally available to you. Chenle already tore you down to the ground once.

Chenle: I’m not gonna give up until you talk to me. Even if it’s just five minutes

Chenle: I fucking miss you

Chenle: in a real way…i’m not missing anyone. I’m missing you. Please.

Chenle: I don’t even know what to say next, but I’m gonna keep texting you until you respond to me

On week three, he even went as far as to knock on your door. You hadn’t left or ordered any delivery, so you were confused as to why someone was there. Looking out the peephole, your breath faltered at the sight of Chenle. He had no right to show up. You hadn’t responded for a reason, and you’ll apparently have to move apartments to stay away from him.

“I know you’re there,” he says, voice carrying to you. “(Y/N), I really just want to talk to you. I don’t know how many times I can tell you I’m sorry before you believe me.”

You almost laugh and give away how close you are. It doesn’t matter how many times he says it, it’ll take much more than that for you to even consider talking to him. You watch him closely as his face scrunches up and he lets out a sigh.

“I’m not giving up. Ever. You’ll see. I need you and we both know it.”

The door must be thin, because when you let out a shuddering breath at his words, he perks up. It’s almost as if he’s looking right at you through the wood, like he knows exactly where you are.

“Just let me in,” he asks again. “I know what I did was wrong, and I don’t want to ask you to forgive me, but I do want to explain myself. If anything, it’ll give you some closure knowing this wasn’t your fault.”

Your heart rate escalates to the point you’re sure it’ll shatter upon impact with your ribcage. A tear rolls down your cheek, but you angrily brush it away. He doesn’t deserve your time, and he certainly doesn’t deserve to be in your safe space.

“Please. You won’t even have to say anything. Let me say my piece and then I’ll go, okay?”

This isn’t even the same Chenle you knew, you tell yourself. Nothing has changed. All he wants is leverage.

The tone of his voice makes it hard to believe that, but you steel your resolve. You have to ignore him.

After that, he slumps in defeat, sighs, and walks away. You let out a pent up breath, relieved he decided to go.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

When dinner time rolls around, you don’t have any groceries since you’ve been holed up for weeks now. The only logical response is to order pizza. Plus, after the emotional wreckage Chenle left you in, you’ve earned it.

It takes about forty-five minutes for the food to arrive, and you gladly throw the door open. You recoil in shock at the sight of Chenle holding the box.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You scoff.

“I gave the dude a $50 bill and he just gave it to me. I really just want to talk—”

“That’s not the problem, Chenle,” you cut him off, stomping off toward your kitchen. “You continue to disrespect boundaries and me, and it’s not okay. I’m having trouble figuring out why you can’t see that.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You stand on one side of the island, and he sets the box down on the opposite end, resting his palms against it.

“You deserve an explanation.” His gaze scans over you, guilt written all over his face.

“Another thing you don’t get. If I wanted or needed an explanation, I would’ve asked you. Actually, I did, and you not giving it to me was the answer. You’ve ruined everything for me. I can’t even talk to any of the guys without feeling like they’re pitying me.” You run your fingers through your hair. “You hurt me, and you’re doing it again by showing up when I said I didn’t want anything to do with you. You’re selfish. You only care about yourself and making up your image in my eyes so I don’t hate you.”

“Do you?” he whispers. “Hate me?”

“That doesn’t concern you anymore.”

“Either way, I know you should. I’m not here to make myself look better, okay? I don’t want you to excuse my behavior because it was beyond fucked up, but I want you to know that it wasn’t anything about you that made things work out this way.”

You pause, averting away from the pleading look on his face. “What could you possibly have going on to justify all of this bullshit?”

“It’s not a justification,” he clarifies. “I know it was wrong. All of it. I know I’m a shitty person for putting you through that.”

He takes your silence as approval to continue.

“Honestly, I miss you so fucking much. Before all of this, you were my best friend, and I know I was yours. I never meant for it to get this messed up, you know? I…Towards the end of our, um, situation, I realized I was in love with you. Real love. Love that made me want you in ways I couldn’t, because I already knew there was no way you’d feel the same.

“And so I gave up. I had to press the fucking panic button and get as far away from you as possible. Jia showed up at the right time, and I threw everything I had into her instead. I didn’t tell her about what we’d done, because I also thought that meant I’d have to admit to her what came along with it.

“Things got…serious, I guess. She was around my family and they all loved her. You know how important they are to me, so I felt so much pressure to maintain this relationship because they’d never been so excited about me being with a girl before. So yeah, when we broke up, my first instinct was to come to you. I love you, and it was the first time I felt really happy in months.

“But when she called me, (Y/N), I felt like I didn’t have a choice. You wouldn’t ever want me in the way I needed, my family loved her, and everything fell apart. It wasn’t until she made me block you that I really saw what it was like without you in my life. When I first started dating her, we still talked and hung out all the time, so it was…okay. As long as I could have you both, I was okay.

“And seeing you with Mark fucked me up so bad. I wanted to take you away from him and keep you for myself, but in my head, that never meant you were on the backburner. Everything was you, and even the idea of Mark having you in the ways I did broke me into pieces.

“And I was talking to Jia recently, just to apologize to her for wasting months of her life. She told me that the night everything blew up, she slept with Mark. They were both pissed and wanted revenge, I guess, but I wasn’t even upset. I didn’t care. But if it had been you, I…Nobody has ever had my heart the way you do.”

Tears stream down your face, but you refuse to acknowledge their existence. Chenle’s eyes are welled up, his jaw clenched tight once he finishes his words.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you choke out, turning away from him.

“I know,” he agrees without hesitation. “I know.”

He makes his way around the counter, and you take a step back.

“Please don’t touch me.” You shake your head.

“I won’t,” he murmurs, standing so close in proximity to you, you smell his cologne. The scent invades your senses, and you suddenly have trouble breathing.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

You recoil in shock for the second time in the past hour when he lowers himself to his knees. He looks up at you, totally defeated as he opens his mouth to speak.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice catches in his throat. “I’m not asking for us to be together, and I’m not asking for anything close to what we had before. I just want us to be friends again. I need you in my life. No matter where that spot is.”

“God, Chenle, get off the floor.” You wipe angrily at the dampness on your cheeks.

“I need you. Please.”

When you look at him, you hate how you see him. How he looks like the Chenle you knew before all of this happened. The sight in front of you makes you want to kiss him and tell him you love him too, but you’re well aware all of this could be an act. Maybe he gave this same speech to Jia, and you’re the leftover—

“Jia’s gone. I promise. You’re more important to me, okay? Whatever you want or need, I’ll do it.” The pleading gleam in his gaze has your frozen heart slowly melting.

You can’t give in. Friendship could be good for the two of you, but if you give him anymore now, you fear it’ll be detrimental for you in the future.

“Friends. That’s it.” You watch him closely as the relief floods over him.

“Thank you.” He stands up and brushes his jeans off. “I won’t do that to you again. I fucking swear.”

“We’re not immediately going back to normal,” you tell him, confidently meeting his stare for the first time in a long time. “You have to prove yourself to me. That you care about me as a person and not as something to take your stress out on. No more out of place jealousy, no more butting into things that have nothing to do with you. Our past doesn’t exist anymore.”

“I’m not going to let you down,” Chenle insists. “I swear I won’t.”

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

One week later, 9:35 p.m., September 15th, 2023, Jaemin’s house

You arrived at the party by yourself, but the majority of the group was already there. Jaemin sees you first, letting out a loud cheer when he makes eye contact with you. It’s the first time you agreed to come out after everything that happened, so they all view it as a big deal.

You laugh as he hugs you, and then pulls you down to sit next to him. Thankfully, no one brings up what happened last month, and you’re able to have a good time with your friends without you feeling like they secretly pity you for all of the shit Chenle pulled.

Speaking of him, he hasn’t arrived yet, but you know he’s coming. He’d never miss one of Jaemin’s parties. That, and he told you this morning in his daily good morning text that he was excited to see you tonight. The entire week, you’d been in contact with him, and you almost hated how normal it felt to sink back into a friendship with him. It’s how you remember him before he started dating Jia, and all you can do is hope that it lasts.

In fact, his text was ‘good morning bighead, it’ll be nice to see you at jaem’s tonight.’

He’s clearly very eloquent.

Although, it did make you laugh. And respond back with how his head is much bigger than yours.

Your guard is still up. You don’t trust him. But it’s not like he can’t build that back by showing you he’s serious. As much as you hate to admit it, your hopes are up as high as the steel wall he’s pulling down piece by piece.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” you tell Jaemin, who gives you a thumbs up and delves into a conversation with Haechan. Something about global warming, but you don’t stay around long enough to hear the entirety of it.

Once you return, you notice the extra person. Chenle arrived while you were in the kitchen, and the pain in your chest at seeing him is miniscule. You want him in all the ways you had him—more, even—but you know it’s best for both of you to work your way up. After all, he could still be lying. But seeing him alone and not with Jia also adds to your hopes—maybe he’s being serious. Maybe people can change, and you should give him the benefit of the doubt.

You make a bold move, a show of faith, perhaps, when you go sit down next to Chenle. There’s a decent amount of space between you two, but you don’t miss the way his smile widens.

The night rages on around you, but you’re acutely aware of the way Chenle gets a little closer to you with every drink one of you goes to get, and eventually, you’re laughing together while making fun of Jisung.

Everything is as it should be, and everytime Chenle’s not looking right at you, you’re smiling in his direction, knowing this is who he should’ve been all along.

11:32 p.m., September 17th, 2023, your apartment

“And then, Haechan said Mark and Jia are actually dating now.” Chenle’s voice travels through your phone resting on your chest while you stare up at the ceiling.

Without meaning to, you let out a laugh. “I mean, maybe it’ll work for them. They both deserve to be happy.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He’s silent for a moment. “You, too, you know. You deserve to be happy.”

“Everyone does,” you reply. “Sometimes, good people do bad things, Le. I don’t think you’re a bad person.”

There’s shuffling on his end, like he’s settling in his blanket. “I’m glad to hear that. We haven’t really…talked about that much lately. It’s not a bad thing, ‘cause it’s probably best to shelve the past for now, but if you want to say anything to me, you don’t have to hold back.”

You contemplate. There are thousands of things you could tell Chenle right at this moment. You could tell him you’ve always loved him, too, or you could tell him how hurt you were. How he tore you up from the inside out and gave you no room to breathe. He infiltrated everything you had and turned it into his own personal playground.

God, you should be mad at him. You should hate him and hang up right now, but you won’t.

“Thanks,” you murmur. “I missed you, too. When you were gone. I’m glad you forced your way into my house with pizza to tell me everything. You were right, I was blaming myself for it.”

“Don’t ever blame yourself for my dumbass actions. I won’t lie to you, not anymore. Um, is it…okay if I ask you something?”

You frown, wondering if it’s a good idea. “Sure.”

“Did you ever feel more for me than friendship? Like when we were hooking up, did you mean all the things you’ve said to me?” He clears his throat, the tone of his voice clearly portraying his embarrassment.

“I’ve never lied to you,” you return, face heating up.

“Next time I see you, is it okay if I hug you?” Chenle whispers. “I miss you.”

“Yeah, I think that’s okay.” A tiny smile forms.

“Okay. I…I’m gonna go to sleep, I’m exhausted. I’ll see you soon?”

“Soon. Goodnight, Chenle.”

10:23 p.m., September 25th, 2023, Jisung’s house

You, Chenle, Jisung, and Jaemin decided it’d be a good night to get together and watch a movie. Jisung has a theater room, so the four of you rest in there. You sit between Jaemin and Chenle, and you quietly let them know you’ll be back in a few minutes.

You go into Jisung’s fridge to grab a water bottle.

“Don’t you have a drink in there?” Jisung’s voice startles you, and you let out a gasp.

“Christ, Sungs, don’t sneak up on me like that.” You smack your hand over your heart. “Don’t you know that’s how you put people in cardiac arrest?”

“Dramatic.” Jisung snorts and grabs a bag of candy from a cupboard. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. It’s been a while since I got to talk to you, and I’ve noticed you and Chenle are friends again.”

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” You grab a piece of chocolate and unwrap it before putting it in your mouth.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay. We’re your friends, too.”

“Look, I’m not sure how much you know about what happened, but that’s all over. Chenle and I…started over. And we’re friends, and I’d very much like to keep it that way.” You sip your water to wash down your candy.

“Be honest, do you just want to be his friend?” Jisung raises an eyebrow at you.

You laugh. “That’s not really something you should be asking me.”

“I know him, okay? I’m trying to look out for you—”

“I appreciate it, Ji, but I also happen to know Chenle. When a man like him begs for forgiveness on his hands and knees, you give him a shot. I’m not dumb, and I know what that whole situation made me look like, but I never would’ve done anything to hurt Chenle’s relationship when he was in one.” You shift on your feet.

“He just won’t tell us what’s going on, and Mark and Jia aren’t your biggest fan—”

“Jisung, what the hell?” Chenle leans on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing?”

You recognize this tone of his, and you immediately look at him and shake your head. “It’s not a big deal, Chenle, he’s just—”

“No, it is a big deal. Is this why you invited us here?” He frowns at the younger man. “You thought if you couldn’t get answers out of me, you’d get answers from her?”

“Hey, man, it’s not like that.” Jisung holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just curious.”

“You really wanna know that bad?” Chenle steps in, planting his palms on the countertop.

“It’s really okay,” you whisper to him, going as far as to wrap your fingers around his wrist.

“Yeah, I do. Because right now it looks like some girl is tearing apart our friend group.”

“She didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You don’t have to. I don’t care what they think.” You tug him gently, but he doesn’t look at you.

���It was me. I screwed everything up. (Y/N) and I were hooking up for over a year before I met Jia. And when Jia and I started dating, we obviously stopped that. But when she broke up with me, it was because I still had all of the conversations with (Y/N), and she was pissed about it. That night, I went to (Y/N)’s house and we slept together, and I lied to Jia again. Everything that went wrong was my fault, Jisung. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Jisung blinks in shock, lips parting as he glances between the two of you. You stare down at your feet, trying not to let the way he defended you seep beneath your skin. Chenle still has a lot of work to do, but you won’t lie and say it didn’t give him some brownie points.

“So why was she with Mark?”

“After I slept with her, I left the next morning when Jia called me. And then Jia asked me to block her, and I did. So all she was doing was honestly trying to forget about me, which is still her best bet.”

Your throat dries as the memories resurface, but even now, you see the difference. The Chenle who walked out on you never would’ve admitted that to another soul. He’s taking the fall. He’s taking accountability for his actions.

“Everything would’ve been fine if I hadn’t stormed up after them at Jaemin’s party. But I couldn’t stop myself, and everyone else there knew it, too.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for assuming.” Jisung chews the inside of his cheek. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay, Sungs.” You give him a small smile, but Chenle’s hand slides into yours, and the way he intertwines your fingers has your heart skipping.

“Let’s get out of here,” Chenle mutters. “I’ll drop you off at home.”

You nod once at Jisung and allow the other man to pull you out of his house. The car ride is mostly silent, the soft hum of music distracting you from the way Chenle still grips your hand over the center console. You catch a glimpse of him, the street lights reflecting off his skin as they pass.

God, all you want to do is love him. You want to throw caution to the fucking wind and tell him the truth. Allow him to hold you close and feel the warmth of his embrace.

He pulls up outside your building, looking at you with a soft, tired gleam in his pretty brown eyes.

“I’m really sorry,” he says. “Jisung shouldn’t ever have done something like that.”

“It’s okay. And not your fault. I’m aware of what the situation looks like to everyone else, but it’s not their business. Thank you for standing up for me.” You squeeze him gently.

“I’ll do it for as long as you let me,” he whispers.

In your tired, vulnerable state, the rest of that wall crashes to the ground.

“Come upstairs with me?” you ask. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I…” His eyes close and he rests his head back on the seat.

“I don’t mean it like that. I just want some company.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way. Please. But I can’t.” He forces the words out, palms running down his face. “I know you think you want that now, but I don’t want to risk you getting upset about it later. And part of proving myself is knowing when a decision will hurt you. I don’t trust either of us when it comes to being alone together in a room. Your bedroom especially.”

It stings, sure, but you know he’s right. Old habits die hard, and as soon as he’s in your bed, all bets are off.

You inhale shakily. “Right. Of course.”

“I want to.” His finger guides your chin up until you’re looking at him. He smiles softly. “I’ve missed you so much that I want to be with you all the time. But that’ll come with time when I know you really trust me fully.”

You lean across the center of the car and press your lips to his cheek, lingering for a second too long before pulling away and unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Thank you, Le.”

He nods, watching you closely as you get out and head toward your building. You look over your shoulder once before entering.

His fingers trace over his skin where your lips just were, and relief has his chest deflating.

10:34 a.m., October 14th, 2023, a local coffee shop

Chenle sets a cup down in front of you before sitting down in the booth, resting his head on his palm. You type away on your computer, occasionally glancing up to him to see if he looks bored yet. He seems perfectly content, swirling his own drink around.

“So, what’s that for again?” he asks.

“Just a last minute report I’m typing out for work,” you reply absentmindedly. “Sorry, I’m almost done.”

“I’m not in any rush.” He chuckles and leans back.

You spend nearly every day with Chenle. The two of you have even graduated to spending time alone away from your other friends, and you love how much it feels exactly how it used to. The Chenle that left you has thankfully disappeared into the abyss, and your friend has come back. You two text every day, he buys you coffee, he teases you whenever he deems necessary.

As soon as you finish your report, you sigh in relief, save it, and close your laptop. “Thank you for the coffee. I definitely need it.”

“Anything that’ll give you enough energy for Jaemin’s Halloween party. What are you dressing up as?” He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table. “I still think we should coordinate.”

“I’m not telling you what I’m going as.” You stick out your tongue at him. “You’ll live.”

“Well, Jaemin wants me there early to help set up or whatever, so I will unfortunately just have to see you there.”

“Oh, that’s okay. The goal for tonight is to get as drunk as possible without blacking out.” You grin at him, to which he responds with a quirked eyebrow.

“Calm down there, bighead, you might hurt yourself.”

“Look on the brightside, if I get myself hurt, you get to swoop in and be my hero. Isn’t that exciting?” Despite the sarcastic drawl in your voice, Chenle shrugs.

“I’m supposed to save you from getting hurt, not just help you after the fact.” His phone starts ringing in his jacket, and once he grabs it, he groans. “Yeah, Jaemin?”

There’s a muffled sound from the device that has you laughing at the frantic yelling Jaemin is doing.

“It’s not even eleven yet,” Chenle points out. “I know I said I would help, but I didn’t think that meant twelve hours before the damn party starts.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him. “You should go!”

He glares at you and mouths, ‘not helping.’

After a few more garbled words, Chenle rolls his eyes.

“Okay, I’ll be there in like twenty minutes. You owe me, dude.” He hangs up the phone and gives you a guilty look.

“None of that.” You wave him off. “I need to get home anyway and take my daily rest.”

He snorts. “Alright. Come find me later, alright?”

“Well, duh. Who else is going to stop drunk me from making a fool of myself?”

12:54 a.m., October 15th, 2023, Jaemin’s house

The world spins around you, but the happiness you feel is unrivaled. You and Chenle dance together, where he twirls you in circles despite the beat not matching. He dressed up fairly simply, some dude that wears a trench coat and an odd looking hat, but for the life of you, you can’t remember the damn name.

You barely even recall what you’re dressed up as, but it’s something with a plaid-like skirt and a white top. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Not until you’re climbing up on the pool table for nostalgia’s sake, and Chenle’s practically begging you to come down.

“Your skirt is a little too short.” Chenle stands in front of you while you continue to dance.

“It’s Halloween, Chenle,” you remind him.

“In the nicest way possible, your costume isn’t exactly modest—why wouldn’t you put shorts on under that—”

The more you ignore him, the more he’s determined to get you to listen. He eventually climbs up next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. Your eyes are stuck on his lips, but your vision is blurring a bit too much to tell if they look as good as you think they do.

You miss him. He’s touching you, the warmth of his body ironically freezing yours in its place.

“C’mon, get down.”

“I think you should get down on your—” The world swaying cuts you off, and despite his grip on you, you stumble.

He waves someone else over, and you recognize Luigi. You shake your head and blink, realizing that it’s actually Jaemin dressed up as Luigi. Giggling, you basically drop your head on Chenle’s chest.

“I thought he was really Luigi.” You laugh and smack his arm as if that’ll ground you.

Jaemin and Chenle are talking to each other, but you’re too invested in the way Chenle’s lips look when they move to care all that much on the topic. You allow Chenle to lead you to the edge of the table, and with Jaemin’s help, you’re back safely on the ground.

“I’m taking you home.” Chenle’s lips brush against your ear as he keeps his arm around you and guides you toward the door. The sensation sends a chill down your spine, and you know he feels it through where his fingers are splayed out along the small of your back.

Everything happens in a blur—getting into his car, him driving to your apartment, him bringing you upstairs from the car. By the time you’re home, you suddenly understand exactly what Chenle said about being alone with him in your apartment.

He looks divine. Angelic. And you’re weak, needy, and drunk.

“Lele,” you murmur, leaning on the doorframe to the bathroom. “Help me take my makeup off.”

He follows you in. You know he’s weak for you, too. That it’s been so long since either of you have gotten any sort of satisfaction. You crave his touch, and the alcohol raging in your system does little to help with your inhibitions.

You bend over to grab your makeup wipes from beneath the sink, and you hear him shuffle behind you. Without another thought, you slide yourself on the counter and grab at his tie, tugging him close until he’s between your legs and pressing into you just enough to drive you crazy.

“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes dark as he takes in the situation. Your skirt riding up your thighs as you pull him closer, a short glimpse of the red lace beneath the skirt. You spread your legs a bit farther, craving to feel him right up on your lace-clad entrance.

“You have to get close to take makeup off,” you reply, giggling to yourself.

His jaw tightens, but he starts cleaning you up anyway, ignoring the way you periodically shuffle closer to the edge of the counter. When he’s almost done, you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your hips up.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, dropping what was in his hands. “(Y/N), let me finish taking your makeup off.”

You roll up once more, a soft groan leaving your lips. His hands dart down and push your thighs into the counter, halting your movements.

“C’mon,” you mumble, dropping your head against the mirror. “We both want it. You’ve been good, Lele, and I need you.”

Oh, Sober You was going to regret this. Sober You was going to kick your ass when the morning came, because you knew there’s no way Chenle’s not going to give in. The two of you are too addicted to each other not to.

He drops his head on your shoulder. “Baby, you’re drunk.”

“Please,” you whisper. “It’s been so long.”

“And we can wait a little longer,” he mentions, pushing your legs away from his waist. “Finish taking off your makeup. I’ll get you some clothes to change into.”

You groan when he disappears out of the room, but you listen to what he says. As much as your drunk mind allows you, you wash your face. When you get back to your room, he’s in a drawer you almost forgot was there. Stuff he’d left at your place, all stuffed into one tiny section of your dresser.

“C’mere,” he says to you.

You stop in front of him, the edges of your vision still blurred as you put your hand on his chest. Beneath your palm is an erratic thumping, and you know how much inner turmoil he’s dealing with.

“Chenle,” you murmur. “Help me.”

“Okay, I’ll help. Don’t move.” He untucks your shirt from your skirt, trying his best to avoid skin-to-skin contact with you. Pulling it over your head, he avoids looking down.

He reaches over for the shirt he took out of the drawer, but you grab his wrists, leading both of his hands down to your skirt.

“What are you doing?” he asks. “If you don’t knock it off, I’m gonna tie you up in a very non-sexy way.”

You giggle, wavering a bit on your feet. “Just wanted you to see what I wore for you.”

“(Y/N), I don’t want to leave you like this but I can’t stay if you keep this up. I want you so fucking bad, but I refuse to do this while you’re this drunk.” He shakes his head. “Please.”

“We’ve had drunk sex,” you defend.

“Two things were different then, too. You actually wanted me while you were sober, and we were both equally drunk. I’ve barely had anything to drink.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “Let me get you dressed so you can get some rest.”

“I do want you when I’m sober,” you continue defiantly.

“(Y/N), I’m not going to argue about this—”

“No, no.” You grab the shirt from him and put it on, almost smiling at the familiarity of wearing his clothes. “I love you. I’ve always loved you, but everything is so confusing.”

“Confusing how?” The guilty look in his eye tells you he already has an idea.

Great. Here comes the part of the night where you cry violently.

Tears well up, and you sniffle. “You hurt me so badly.”

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“And a part of me knows that.” You’re sure your words are slurred, but he grips onto them like they’re his lifeline. You grip onto his stupid trench coat. “I want to believe it, but I’m so scared it’s gonna happen again, and then all of this is really over. I fucking love you, damn it.”

“I hope you know I love you, too.” His gaze glistens as he furrows his brows. “I’m gonna work so hard to be everything you need. Promise, I’ll never stop trying to be better for you.”

“How do I believe that?” Your voice breaks, and a tear falls down his cheek.

“I…I don’t know. Just let me continue to prove myself. That’s all I ask. We’ll stay just like this until you’re ready.”

You shake him, or try to, in your drunken state while you cry. “Why do I love you? It’d be easier if I didn’t.”

He wraps his arms around you and tugs you to his chest, heart pounding in his chest. For the second time, you break down. For the second time, you’ve put yourself in a position to give him the upper hand.

But for the second time, he doesn’t use it to his advantage.

“It’s okay,” he whispers to you, stroking the back of your head. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“What if I’m never ready?” You rock back and forth in his grasp.

“Then I’ll wait forever. I promise you. No matter how you want me in your life, I’ll be there.” He kisses the top of your head, attempting to calm his own breathing. “Baby, you’re drunk. Let’s get you in bed so you can rest.”

“Don’t leave me,” you mutter, holding him tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere. C’mon.”

You listen to him, but before you get beneath your blankets, you slide your skirt down your legs. Once you’re comfortable, he grabs some more clothes for him to change into, and then he’s climbing in next to you, pulling you flush to him and kissing your head again.

“I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”

‘Forever’ is the last thought on your mind before sleep takes over.

11:48 a.m., October 15th, 2023, your bedroom

The first thing you note when you wake up is the splitting headache raging on in your brain. Next, is the warmth of another body half-draped over you. At the sound of your groan, Chenle shifts back a bit.

“Are you awake?” he asks.

“No.”

He chuckles. “Alright, well let me know when you’re ready to get up.” He pulls you closer again, allowing you to relax against his chest.

“Wait.” You pause. “How long have you been up?”

“Uh.” He ponders on it for a moment, fingers tapping on your back. “I don’t know. Maybe two hours. Or three.”

“You haven’t gotten up yet?” You frown, pushing away from him to force yourself to sit up. Immediately, you groan and smack your hand to your forehead.

“Not sure if you remember much from last night, but I figured it’d probably be worse for you to wake up without me than with me, so I just waited.” He rests his head on his palm, tilting a bit to look at you.

As soon as he mentions it, you curse yourself a thousand times over. You really fucked up, but he’s still here.

“I’m so sorry.” You cringe. “Everything yesterday was so…”

“Don’t be sorry. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. And it felt like we had a breakthrough last night, so there’s that.” He grabs your hand, thumb rubbing against your skin. “I told you I’d do whatever it takes and I meant it.”

He meant it.

Unintentionally, you’d given him the biggest test thus far, and he passed with flying colors. He even waited for you to wake up for hours so you wouldn’t be confused or upset by his absence.

“I’m ready.” Your words surprise him, his eyebrows furrowing deeply as he scans over you.

“You…”

“For more. I’m ready for more, Chenle. I want us to be more than friends.” You fidget with your hands. “We’ve always been more than that.”

“And you promise you’re not still drunk?”

You scoff and push his shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, dick.”

“There she is.” He grins.

“I still want to take it slow,” you clarify. “But I want to try.”

“Is it too fast if I kiss you?” he asks.

You’ve kissed this man thousands of times, but something about his question still makes you blush.

“I think you’ve probably earned it after your torture session last night.” Your headache is long since forgotten when he playfully tugs you to him.

Both of you laugh until he grabs your face and presses his lips to yours. He moves so you’re flat on the mattress, his upper half leaning over you. You melt into his kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling it ever so slightly. His breath shudders, and you feel the urge to push further, to tell him nothing is too fast anymore.

He pulls away, shaking his head. “I’m taking you on a date. Go get ready.”

You go to get up, but halfway through the motion, he tugs you back to him to kiss you one more time. His mouth works gently on yours, and after a few seconds, he lets you go.

8:47 p.m., November 22nd, 2023, Chenle’s house

Chenle’s birthday party ended a little early, mostly of his own choice. You hadn’t planned on anything happening tonight between you two, but it’d been so long since you’d felt pure, absolute bliss just by being next to him. Every day you’ve spent with him has made you two closer. The trust you have for him has grown tremendously, and as soon as you make it back to his house, you shed your coat from your shoulders.

He grabs it from you, hanging it up before he wraps his arms around you. His eyes droop from the overactivity of the day, but it doesn’t erase the smile he has when he sees you. You press a quick kiss to his lips.

“This is the best birthday ever,” he says, hands resting on your hips. “I love you.”

“We still have a few hours of your birthday left. It could go horribly wrong, you know.”

“Yeah, I think it will if you don’t tell me you love me back right now.”

You laugh, shaking your head at him. “I do love you back.”

“Oh, good to know.” He nods, squeezing you.

“Kiss me like you mean it, bighead.”

“That’s my nickname for you, get your own.” He rolls his eyes, but abides by your request.

His lips meet yours, an automatic sigh escaping you as your back arches you closer to him. You hold onto him tightly, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly grants you access, but it’s an instant battle for dominance between the two of you.

You barely even recognize him walking you backward until you're against the wall. With a gasp, you pull away from him, his face still centimeters from yours.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

“Don’t.” You shake your head. “Don’t stop.”

His curse is muffled by your skin, but his grip tightens on you. He pulls you away from the wall, allowing his hands to venture down to your ass. You whine when he squeezes.

“This is a very bad joke if that’s what’s happening.” He nips your collarbone. “Are you sure?”

You move away from him, grabbing his hand and leading him toward his bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind both of you, immediately pulling you back to him and meeting your mouth with his. The need radiating from him has your stomach doing backflips. You want him just as badly, and all you want to do is pleasure him.

“Lay down, baby.” He sits you down on the edge of the bed, guiding you until he’s kneeling in front of you.

“Chenle, what are you—”

He flips your skirt up, hands trailing along your thighs, skimming the hem of your lace panties.

“You smell so fucking good, baby. Let me taste it. Please.” His eyes flick up to yours, eyebrows raising.

“It’s your birthday.”

“Best fucking birthday meal ever.”

He waits for you to nod before he practically rips the fabric from your body. His head disappears beneath your skirt, and before you know it, his tongue nudges your clit. That’s the only warning you get before he really begins.

He licks up your entrance, lapping at it like a man starved. You haven’t been touched this way in months, and it takes all of your self control not to buck your hips up against his face. The sound of your wetness fills the room, the heat making you squirm beneath him. Your skirt covers him, when all you want to do is see how much he’s enjoying himself. Fisting the sheets, you whine and cry out for him, rocking back and forth as he brings you closer and closer. Lewd sounds are muffled by the clothing you still wear, the suction between your legs making you shake.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

The next thing you know, two of his fingers slide inside you, the movement quick and easy with the way your wetness slicks even the skin of your thighs.

“Gonna make you cum like this first.” He kisses your clit as he pumps his hand faster. “Then over and over again on my cock.”

You let out a breathy moan, bucking your hips up and grinding on his tongue. He mirrors the sound with his lips on your core, and that’s what’s enough to finally push you over the edge. Thankfully, you’re not in an apartment right now, otherwise your neighbors would be getting a free show when you scream out his name as you finish.

You squirm under him, the only thing holding you down is the dig of his nails into your thighs. When he pulls away, his face shines with your arousal, and your insides clench down all over again. You’ve never wanted him inside you as much as you do right now, and you make it your mission to get him on the bed.

“God, pretty girl, I wanted our first time together to be sweet, but I’ve never wanted to fuck you this bad.” He pulls your shirt over your head, pushing you back until you’re flat on his mattress. He tugs your skirt down, grabbing handfuls of your breasts and squeezing.

“Me too.” You nod. “Just don’t stop.”

He pulls his shirt off, pushing his jeans and boxers down in one go before he climbs over you. Your mouths clash messily, his teeth bumping yours, but it does nothing except add to the aching need you have for him. When he situates himself between your legs, you wrap them around his waist and roll until you’re on top.

You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, jerking him slowly. He groans quietly, thrusting into your hand. You rub the tip along your entrance to gather your juices.

“I’m not gonna last long with you on top of me,” he admits.

“Funny that you think you’re only gonna cum once tonight.” You barely give him time to process your words before you sink down on him. Moaning, you take him slowly, relishing in the stretch of your walls.

“Fuck, look at you.” He scratches down your thighs. 

You give yourself a moment to adjust once he’s fully sheathed in your hole, moving your hands up to squeeze your breasts and tweak your nipples as you grind down. Sounds spill past your lips, and you almost get lost in your own pleasure. When you see Chenle, his eyes are barely open, dark with lust as he thrusts up.

Your walls throb around him, squeezing his cock so hard you feel the way he pulses inside you. Arching your back and resting your palms on his thighs, you start moving on top of him. 

“So wet,” he whispers. “You’re soaking me.”

You move faster, the sounds of your arousal emanating around the room. Chenle’s hands find your breasts, flicking your nipples much like you’d done to yourself. Then he reaches between your legs, the arch of your body giving him perfect access to your clit.

“‘M gonna cum.” He drops his head back on the bed, thumb faltering against your sensitive bud. “Fuck, fuck.”

A loud moan escapes him, and the next thing you know, he’s coating your insides with his release. 

“Damn it,” he whispers. “‘M sorry, baby, I tried to hold it back.”

You put your hands on his chest, rolling your hips until he groans from the overstimulation.

“It’s okay.” You grin at him. “It’s your birthday, Le. We can have as many rounds as you want. Plenty of time to redeem yourself.”

He chuckles breathlessly, sitting up to pull you into his embrace. Kissing all over your face, he rolls you over so you’re on your back before sliding out of you.

“You asked for this,” he reminds you. “Don’t forget that later when you’ve finished so many times you don’t even remember your name.”

He meant it, too.

9:18 p.m., November 22nd, 2023

The chill of the ice cube in his mouth trailing down your body, over your breasts, even the brief few seconds he presses it against your clit, has your body shuddering at the slightest touch. The melted water left behind has goosebumps forming on your skin as he worships your body.

Thin black fabric covers your eyes, leaving every touch of his a mystery to you. The coldness is a drastic contrast to the heat of your core, and the ice cube coming in contact almost has you yelping in pain. His fingers slide back inside you, and you swear you’re slowly losing your mind. You can’t stop moaning, each sound surely making him more than proud of himself.

It’s not long before you’re writhing beneath him all over again, your arousal pouring out over the sheets as he brings you to your euphoria.

9:28 p.m., November 22nd, 2023

“That’s it, pretty girl, take it all,” he hums as you take him in your mouth. You sit on your knees beside the bed where he sits, bobbing your head up and down with the assistance of the makeshift ponytail he grips in his fist.

He hisses as he pushes you down further until his cock is seated deep in your throat, the constriction of it making him bite his lip to stop the sounds. The steady pace he sets for you has tears forming in your eyes, the choking amplifying his pleasure.

“So, so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He tugs your hair to make you moan around him. “Taking me like a good girl. I love you, pretty.”

His eyes roll back, and he quickly pulls you off him, your hollowed cheeks making a popping sound.

“Lay down, baby,” he instructs you.

10:01 p.m., November 22nd, 2023

His chest slides against yours, low, quiet moans escaping both of you as he finally makes love to you like he wanted to in the first place. Your fingers are intertwined together as his hips meet yours over and over again, sweet words whispered in your ear.

He pushes in completely, his tip kissing your cervix, and a tiny yelp escapes your lips.

“You like when I’m so deep, don’t you?” He nips your ear. “You’ll never be empty again. Can fill you with my cock whenever you want.”

“Chenle,” you whimper, your mind cloudy from however many orgasms he’s given you. You’re much too sensitive, but you still don’t want it to stop.

Your body is caked with sweat, but his is worse. His hair clings to his forehead, wet strands not a deterrence to the way he keeps thrusting into your still sopping cunt. This is what heaven feels like—the pleasure delivered to you by Chenle is peak. You’ll never feel like this with anyone but him.

His finger rubs circles on your clit, and as you shatter around him, it brings him to his end as well, filling you up for the second time tonight. By the look in his eyes, you know it won’t be the last.

11:59 p.m., November 22nd, 2023

Your body aches, but the last thing you want is for him to stop. He holds you close to his chest despite the unbearable heat between you two, hips lazily moving as he grips onto your leg wrapped around his waist.

Your moans have turned into quiet sighs of pleasure, your insides melted into practically nothing with the amount of times he’s finished in you. Nothing matters anymore, just you and him and the way your bodies stick together.

His lips lock with yours, and his movements stop altogether as he gently kisses you. Eventually, that stops too, leaving his mouth resting on yours, as your tired gazes meet.

“I love you,” he whispers. “More than you know.”

“I love you, too,” you tell him, giving him one last kiss.

Exhaustion creeps upon both of you, too tired to move any further as you bury your head in his chest.

“Best birthday ever,” he murmurs.

“You already said that.”

“It got even better, so.”

Everything about this feels right. You curled up in his chest, and despite him still inside you, you’ve never felt more comfortable than you do right now.

And in the morning, Chenle wakes you up with kisses all over your face, and everything within the world is right.

[literallyshiftingrn]

I was RIGHT THERE and I just about shit myself

A chronological playthrough of the shifting attempt i just had

Step 1- "fuck it we shift NOW"- I had been planning to shift all day and ending up having an absolute nightmare of an evening and being busy much later than intended, so my shifting wndow all but disappeared. I was going to go to bed at around 10:30 but decided why not, I'll try an awake method until my bf gets home at 11:30..so I laid down in the good ole starfish cause idk I like the raven method and started counting

Step 2- shit goes cray- so once I got to 100 I was like, meh let's keep going cause i wasnt feeling relaxed or anything so I started counting backwards. I got to 98..98 and my soul flung itself from my body. No exaggeration I was fucking flying. All of my limbs went numb, my heart was racing, and my body was going right round baby right round. I've had shifting symptoms before. I have shifted before(no significant amount of time and never whede im actually trying to go...usually not even on purpose lol). 5 years I've been doing this shit and NEVER have they been this intense.

Step 3- freak tf out- for the first time i went "holy shit it's real, I'm gonna shift it fucking real oh my god" and I realized I was scared. I started thinking about the world and all the conversations ive conceptualized while planning my dr. I thought about having to speak to my s/o. And it truly clicked to me how real it was going to be. Ppl always say like "maybe is fear holding you back" or "you don't understand how real it is" and I've always been like "nahhh, not me. I know its real, why would i be scared". Bitch i was terrified and suddenly so aware how real the possibility of me shifting felt. Like it just clicked in my brain that i would see these things and people with my own eyeballs. I started going down my script and realizing how wattpad it was and how there's no way I could say the shit I was planning on saying and for the first time I was genuinely nervous about having to talk to these people.My ass got so nervous about having my meet my s/o too. Like wdym I'm going to see him. Wdym he's going to perceive me. WDYM

Step 4- "we shift NOW" pt 2- so I knew i was freaking out and I knew that that's not good. My heart was racing. Thoughts going wild. So I was like ok let's calm down just a bit. I took some steadying breaths and just tried to imagine the sensations of where I wanted to wake up....nothing. so I tried to connect with my emotions in my dr, the excitement of opening my eyes and seeing everything, the feeling of meeting everyone for the first time ect ect...nothing, but i was not going to give up. So I started counting again and my soul goes flying again. I'm much more equipped for it this time and I just try to steady my breaths and continue counting and after a little while I STARTED HEARING MY DR??? ok this is followed with a big question mark because it was so so quiet, but my apartment was completely silent aside from my loud ass neighbors stomping upstairs. But in one ear I could hear them and in the other I started I could hear distant brids chirping and the trickling of water. Like a river or something of that sort. Now mind you I live in Las vegas and it was 11:30 at night, no way it hell are those noises in my cr. I sat and listened for a while but my boyfriend eventually came home so I didn't fully get there but it was a wild ride.

Takeaways- I think this was huge progress for me. Much clicking happening in my brain that I can take into the future. If every attempt is a step foward on the staircase of my shofting journey I think this was a leap. So yeah that's it bye

[tekdecksmtg]

Log: Bloomburrow Prerelease Weekend

While I plan to do a post on my profile (formats played, history, likes/dislikes) to give you a sense of who I am, Bloomburrow is here and I thought first I’d just dive into my experience this weekend with the new set.

This month we are off to a cutesy world of critters, and Standard is rotating (finally) with its release.

I’m still digesting the impact rotation will have on Standard, so I’ll save those thoughts for another day as well.

Prerelease weekend enables you to get some early real-world experience with the set, new mechanics, and various archetypes all while improving on your Sealed skills.

While the archetypes appear to have a ton of synergy (which is going to be a nightmare to track in paper), Sealed doesn’t usually enable you to focus on just one simply because your card pool isn’t large enough.

This will be a breakdown of my decks and experience.

Day 1 (Friday): Landed on a Bant deck with a mix of Rabbits and Frogs. Deck as follows:

I let my rares drive my decision on deck choice. I was hoping I could get some bounce synergy out of the frogs which could produce card advantage while my rabbits went wide. My main concern with the deck though was my lack of removal.

Match 1: W 2-0

Built up a nice board in Game 1 with my rabbits though I struggled to finish the game until my fliers came out. Game 2 my frog synergies started kicking in and again I was able to overwhelm the board and strike through. I was really impressed with the deck and (stupidly) had 3-0 on my mind.

Match 2: L 0-2

My opponent was on raccoons and birds and in Game 1 he dropped a ton of fliers and got over me quickly. Game 2 was much closer and I had him down to 4 life until he was able to cast Beza, the Bounding Spring to get a treasure, two creatures, and 4 life which stabilized him and allowed him time to drop his big fliers out again to kill me.

Match 3: L 0-2

Not really a close match at all. My opponent pulled out Mabel, Heir to the Cragflame both games and just got free equippers and unblockable creatures to smash me. My lack of removal proved to be my downfall.

Overall: 1-2-0 (2-4-0, 16th Place out of 26)

Reflection: A bit disappointed to get trounced after such a solid Game 1, but really enjoyed the challenge of a new set. Again, the synergy just looks to be off the charts. The rabbits going wide needs some pump-ability and the frogs bouncing back to hand gives you tons of bonuses and card advantage as long as you have the mana to keep ahead. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to track all the triggers in a fully efficient deck (but I’ll have to figure that out).

Day 2 (Saturday): Mardu with a mixed focus on Mice and Lizards, due to Mabel, Heir to Cragflame and The Infamous Cruelclaw.

Felt like my mix of lizards and mice would have some really powerful synergies if I could get them out together and put on pressure.

Match 1: W 2-0 (BYE)

Uneven players so I was granted a bye first round, which is great. The top prize for this prerelease was another prerelease kit so happy to take free wins (each win is a Play Booster as well)

Match 2: L 0-2

In Game 1, my hand filled up with red cards yet I had no red mana. Simply couldn’t cast my spells. In Game 2, I had the opposite problem and was land flooded, pulling out 11/16 lands and unable to keep pace. Pretty quick match loss and didn’t get out either of my Legendary leaders.

Match 3: W 2-0 (FORFEIT)

My opponent left! Okay, another free pack and home early (and I won a promo pack for the lucky draw!), not a bad deal. But disappointed to not actually get to try out my deck and see if it could’ve been competitive.

Overall: 2-1-0 (4-2-0, 4th Place out of 10)

Reflection: While I only played two games and my wins were via byes, I realized (in combination with Friday) that three-color decks are really hard in this set. There aren’t dual lands or treasure generators, and the only few mana dorks are in green. I need to be cognizant of this as I roll into Day 3 and will definitely be looking to go two colors.

Day 3 (Sunday): Orzhov. As mentioned, sticking to two colors considering my difficulty with three on the prior days.

Felt reallllly good about my deck going in, decent curve, sufficient interaction, and some light synergies.

Match 1: Win 2-0

Game 1 went pretty well, hitting a great curve and sufficient removal to win the game handily. Game 2 my opponent built a better board and was draining me with some effects, but a timely Psychic Whorl and some removal helped me climb back and ultimately get ahead for the win. My opponent was way too happy to swing in and trade creatures when I had more cards in hand, a mistake that may have cost him a game.

Match 2: Win 2-0

In Game 1 my opponent didn’t get red mana for a while (playing Izzet) which let me get far enough ahead for an easy win. Game 2 was much closer, both of us exchanging a lot of interaction to keep the boards pretty clean. On a pivotal target, he returned a creature to his hand and I was again able to immediately Psychic Whorl to make him go to zero cards. Consistent threats allowed me to overrun him.

Match 3: Win 2-0

Championship match and in Game 1 my opponent kept a risky hand with a one lander. I was able to drop Iridescent Vinelasher on turn 1 for some early pings, followed by some other small creatures, then flashed in a Downwind Ambusher on Turn 4 to take out his only creature and continue swinging in for the win. Game 2 saw us both dropping our best creatures but my interaction was able to pull me ahead of his bigger creatures which led to him needing to chump block down the stretch, as I was able to finally put him away with a wide board and some fliers.

Overall: 3-0-0 (6-0-0, 2nd Place out of 12)

Reflection: Two colors is clearly the way to go in this set. Finding some synergies is a bonus but most important is that nice curve and sufficient interaction since a lot of the creatures can build off each other. Keeping those threats at bay was key. Fantastic run, winning three packs for my efforts. Unfortunately I finished in 2nd place as the determining tiebreaker (after ties in points, Opponents’ Match Winning %, and Game Winning %) was the OGW (Opponents’ Game Winning %) - mine being 49.2% while his was 52.4%. It didn’t impact anything in terms of prizes, so all good. Really great way to close out Prerelease Weekend.

The new standard will be interesting. I have a couple of decks that are going through some changes due to rotation but will probably put together two more decks for random weekday Standard nights (Mice & Rabbits) just to have some fun with the new set. Stay tuned to see how those pan out!

[letmewanderinyourgarden2022]

[This got a little unwieldy - so Chapter 10 is split into 2 parts. . .and not quite there yet - but soon. 😁]

Jimmy had just finished his very important errand of the morning and strolled down Thames Street on his way to The Bull.  A grin spread across his face as he started the call and brought the phone to his ear.  After several beeps, a giggling voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Morris, I presume?”

“Why, yes, good morning, Cousin Rob.”

They chuckled together for a second enjoying their mutual masquerade.

“I was wondering if you’re ready to explore.  I thought we could meet soon in the bar at the Bull.”

“Well, Cuz, it just so happens I am sitting in the bar right now finishing breakfast.  Would you like me to order you something?”

“No. . .well. . .maybe some coffee.”

“Done.  See you in a few, my dear Mr. MacGregor.  Bye.”

The grin remained as he rounded the High Street to the Inn. He found her in the corner of the bar room, red-framed glasses on the tip of her nose, engrossed in the screen of her phone. She didn’t notice his approach or even when he was standing before her, hands slung in his pockets.

“Ehh hum,” he intoned sharply to get her attention.

Her gaze popped up meeting his in surprise.  “Oh!  Hi, you,” she chirped, pulling the glasses from her face.  “So sorry – a work thing,” she said waving the phone at him. “And it appears I have to attend to it while I’m here.”

“Good morning, love.” He slid into the chair next to her, taking her hand and turning it to place a warm kiss on her palm. “Nothing serious, I hope.  Do you have to go back to London?”

Her eyes locked with his while ‘the most sensual man’ flitted like a chyron through her thoughts. “Uhmm. . .no, no, nothing like that,” she said with a light squeeze before releasing his hand.  “Just something unexpected I can take care of later in the stay.  It’s all good, I think.”

He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a needed sip. “Good. . .that is excellent news. So, are you ready for St. Andrews and a few other surprises I have for you?” He sipped with inquiring eyes and brows raised in expectation.

“Ha! Surprises? How could I possibly say no to that?  Yeah.  I’m ready whenever you are.”

Jimmy smiled at her intently, trying to decode the intonation of her last statement.

Ummm. . .I think there was a bit of a double entendre there. 

“Well, right then.  Let’s be on our way,” he said taking a final gulp of his coffee as he stood.

They made their way through the car lot to the wooden gate at the path.  Jimmy swung her hand in his as they traveled the same walk as the prior evening until they reached the fork with the pathway to the church grounds.

“This way takes us right up to the church,” he said guiding her along.

They crossed through an opening in the stone wall of the churchyard surrounded by ancient gravestones to another walkway leading to a side entrance of the building.  There, a tall man in a long, black cassock awaited them.

“Good morning again, Vicar.  This is my friend I mentioned earlier, Jane Mott.”

“Uhh. . .good morning, Vicar.  It’s a pleasure to meet you,” She nodded with a smile and then looked askance at Jimmy.

“Yeah, uh. . .Jane.  I visited the Vicar earlier this morning to get special dispensation for us to go up in the tower,” Jimmy chuckled.  “Apparently, it’s been marked off limits for a while.  But thank you, Vicar.  I promise we will be very careful.”

“Very good, Jim.  Jane, nice to meet you.  Well, you two should get to it then, but carefully,” he admonished as he walked away.

Jimmy pushed open the tall, narrow door set in the church’s stone wall that was barely wide enough for them to squeeze through one at a time.  They indeed climbed the steep wooden stairs cautiously as the renovation caused the railings to be missing in many places.  Safely at the top, he watched her as she took in the panoramic view from the tower’s pinnacle.

“Wow, wow, wow, Jimmy!  This is breath-taking, the view is. . .” She slowly faced each direction from the center of the floor, then settled at the chest-high ledge of the wall facing the Deanery. “Glorious. . . it really is.”

He joined her.  “Yeah, it is. That’s the Deanery, there.”  He sidled against her and pointed to the walled property just beyond The Bull below.

“Wow again.  That’s all yours, huh?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“When was it built?  It’s gorgeous.”

“Well, the architect was Edwin Lutyens and it was completed in 1901.  Actually, some years ago, I lived in another house he designed. They are all quite unique. Deanery is in the Arts and Crafts vein, like all of his early buildings, but it’s difficult to see the detail from here. Most of the wall around the property is from the 16th century.  Rather amazing, that.”

“You are very fortunate, Jimmy.”

“Yes, love.  That I am.”

They fell into the comfortable silence that was becoming characteristic of their time together. After a while, she turned to him, slowly scanning his face, and said a bit shyly, “I’m sorry if this is presumptuous of me and personal. . .again. . .but, you know if you weren’t the famous you, or maybe before you were the famous you, if we had met I. . .uh. . .think we could have been good friends. I mean, talking with you is really nice. . .very interesting and. . .easy, Jimmy.”

He looked at her for a few moments, then replied softly, “Not presumptuous at all.  I think I might agree. And the famous part has no bearing, really.”

“That is excellent news, Jimmy. . .I think,” she said with a slight smirk.

“Ha! I’m sure we could have been, particularly because of your drollness, my dear. But now, I’d like to get on with the surprises. . .unless you’d rather not, of course,” he returned her smirk.

“Okay, Mr. MacGregor, let’s go.”

They left the church grounds and found themselves on Thames Street, the main thoroughfare in Sonning.  They passed neatly kept white-washed row houses with gabled roofs before the Deanery’s massive wall with its brick abutments appeared.

“Geez, Jimmy, this is impressive,” she said as her fingertips dragged along the roughness of the centuries-old surface.

“Isn’t it,” he smiled.  He stopped abruptly and turned to her. The smile spread further across his face and his eyes twinkled jade green in the sunlight. “So, for the first surprise -I’ve arranged for lunch at a very nice spot along the river if you’re up for the walk.”

“Absolutely.  That would be very nice.”

“And for seconds, perhaps a tour of the Deanery? I thought you might like a close look at the architecture.”

“Do you even need to ask me that?” She laughed. “Yes, yes, I would very much like that.”

They halted at a large wooden double door set into one of the brick archways of the wall.  Jimmy entered the code in the keypad, turned the iron handle, and revealed the entranceway to the manse.  She stepped across the threshold after him as he closed the doors behind them and continued down the entranceway.

“That’s pretty cool, Jimmy.  Modern technology joined with the 16th cen. . .tur. . .y. . .”

As her eyes scanned the cloistered walk, she stopped short as Jimmy walked on unawares. Wide-eyed, she said softer than a whisper, “Fuck. . .this looks like. . .”

Jimmy turned to her, proudly beaming with arms spread wide at his sides.  “Welcome to Deanery Gardens, Lady Jane.” His countenance collapsed when he saw the look on her face.  “Hey, are you all right?” He was quickly by her side. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.  I. . .uh. . .just felt weird for a second.  I guess I’m still not done with jet lag.  Sorry. . .I’m fine really.”

“You’re sure?  We can go into the hall and sit down.  Do you need some water?”

“Jimmy, thank you but stop,” she chuckled, trying to cover the confusion that was spiking inside.  “I’m okay.  Honestly.  Can we go on with the tour – please?”

“All right.  You’re sure.” He looked at her questioningly. She nodded. “Right then.  Uh. . .this walkway goes to gardens off to the side of the house. We’ll get there in a bit.” He stood in front of a curved covered opening leading to an arcade of brick columns adorned with flowers and other plants beyond.  “And this,” he said stepping to an identical outlet directly across the entranceway, “is the courtyard that leads to the kitchen and pantry and the other rooms in the back of the house.”

The main feature of the courtyard was the fountain in the form of a finely carved stone statue of a young man with a stream spilling from the waterskin held in his arms.

“This is. . .,” she paused as she circled the courtyard looking up at the walls and windows surrounding it. “Those windows are wonderful. There’s something similar but on a much smaller scale in my house.  And the detail! – the zig-zag of the water channel to the fountain!”

“Yes, I knew you’d like a closer look.  I thought we’d go to the second floor now before the rest of the first floor.  Okay?”

“Sure.  Lead on.”

They returned to the entranceway and opened another wooden door just a few feet past the courtyard arch.

“This is the main house.  The stairs off to the left here go to the second floor.” He started up the sharp-angled and spindled wooden staircase.  He waited for her at the top of the last flight as she slowly made her way up, fingers running over the contours of the wood.

“Beautiful, Jimmy.  I’m running out of adjectives,” she laughed and he joined in as she stepped to the top stair. 

When she reached him, he backed down the gallery to describe the details of the design to her. “And this leads to the bedrooms at each end. . .and there are windows here that look over the great hall facing the gardens. . .  Jane?”

She was frozen in place with the same look on her face but much more intense. She hadn’t heard anything he said since she first stepped into the long hall before her.

“I don’t fucking understand this,” she said in disbelief, almost to herself.

Jimmy was next to her in a flash and took hold of her arm since she looked quite pale.  “Jane, really, what is it? Are you ill?” He guided her to one of the chairs grouped in the hallway.

“I’m really okay just really. . .uh. . .weirded out. . .”

“Yes, you said that before, but it’s not really helpful, Jane.  Please, just tell me what’s going on,” he said pulling up a chair close to her.

“Okay. . .uhm. . .maybe I’ll take you up on that glass of water.  Could we go downstairs – uh. . .to the hall, you said?” She inhaled deeply as she looked at her surroundings.

“Here, let me help you up,” he said taking her hand and gingerly pulling her up from the seat.

“Really, Jimmy. I’m good. You’re quite the mother hen, but thanks,” she patted his shoulder and headed to the stairway.

“All right, then.  To the hall, we go.”  She took the lead and he followed, intent on grabbing her if she started to falter.

At the bottom, he caught her at the waist and guided her to the hall.  “This way, love.”

The great hall was a massive room with windows running from the floor to the high ceilings with dark vaulted timbers set into the sandstone-like walls.  The arches were the feature and they repeated not only in the walls but in the ceiling as well.  A fireplace with complex brickwork rose on the side of the room opposite the windows. High above the fireplace, windows of the gallery overlook were set in the upper right of the wall - the gallery that so rattled her a few moments earlier.  Various couches, chairs, tables, rugs, and lamps filled the ample floor space of the hall. Beyond the windows, terraced green lawns, trees, and flowers extended as far as the eye could see.  Jimmy deposited her in one of the couches facing the garden.

“I’ll be right back.  Water?  Or do you want something stronger?  I think I can find something,” he asked as he headed for the kitchen.

“Water’s fine, thanks.” She couldn’t help gawking at the room. The pattern was repeated all around her. There was no escape from the spectacle of her dream made real.

“Here you are, Jane.” He placed the water glass in her hand and sat very close facing her on the couch.  “Now tell me.  What is it that has you so ‘weirded out’?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure I can.  I don’t know what it is.  But, uh, it has to do with another dream.  Sorry, that’s all I seem to talk about. . .” she laughed, abashed.  “I told you I had trouble remembering them for a long while.  But on the flight over from Atlanta, I had the most unbelievably vivid one that I remember every detail of.”

“So, your dream had something to do with the Deanery?” he asked, puzzled.

“No.  Well, maybe, I guess.  I said I have no fucking idea what’s going on, right? Sorry. . .don’t mean to be shitty.”

She went on to explain the details – the wood beams set in the pale walls, the room with the round table, the stained-glass windows, the men, the green lights that turned into an aurora borealis in the sky and the felt but not seen companion.  Her description ignited a ripple of excited recognition in him.

“And today, when I walked in, it sort of smacked me in the face, the feel of it, you know.  I thought maybe I was just imagining it.  But on the second floor, that was what I saw in the dream.  I can’t wrap my mind around it.  I’ve never been here or even seen a freakin’ picture of this place.  How can I already know what it looks like?”

“I don’t know, Jane.  Maybe it’s not something to be freaked out about, though.  Maybe time is needed to understand, love.  It’s very fruitful to remember dreams.  You’re here because of one, aren’t you?”

“Hmmm.  Yeah, I guess I am.” She fell back into the sofa pillows.  “And on top of that,” she insisted in exasperation, “I read my cards last night and got a really perplexing reading.”

“Did you, now!” Another tingle zipped through him.  “Why perplexing?”

“I’m still working through it – all of this, really.  Not quite ready to share.  Is that okay?  I’m really not avoiding your question.  I just don’t know the answer.”

“Well, I’m ready whenever you are ready to tell me, love.”

“Thanks, Jimmy.”

“Do you think you’re up for a walk through the garden?  I’m sure you’re jonesing for a cigarette,” he chuckled.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am, smart-ass,” she snarked.  “I’m recovered. . .not going to faint on you or anything.  The gardens look lovely, so yeah.”

He led her through the kitchen pantry back into the courtyard, through the arched openings, and down the columned walkway.

“This is part herb garden and part wild garden.” He stepped down the stairs set in the low stone garden wall.  Waving stalks of purple lavender predominated but interspersed among them were shrubs of rosemary, thyme, basil, fennel, and dill.  The irregular plots were edged with various kinds of parsley and mint.  The combination of scents was ambrosial.  Nestled in the far corner of the lavender patches was a small, round, stone gazebo with open windows and a slated roof.

“Jimmy, this is amazing.  I wish I were an artist.  This would be a perfect painting.  The aromas. . .umm. . .I could plop myself down here and never get up.  I love lavender.   I grow it at home and dry it for pillows.”

“I find it very soothing and of course, there’s its protective properties.”

The wild garden was one of two on the grounds.  The vantage from this one terraced down to the edge of the garden to the ancient wall.  Tall grasses swayed in clumped formations across the far reaches of the garden.  Jimmy explained the placement of a menagerie of fruit trees and flowering shrubs.  He led her to other unique features of the garden:  a paved square with greenery and beds of tiny, ground-cover roses forming a geometric design in its interior; the hip-high wall at one side of the square intersected by uniformly placed round and square columns, all constructed entirely of brick, supporting an open wood beam roof; and the identical but smaller structure several yards off to the side.

“These are the pergolas.  Several varieties of Victorian strains of flowers still grow here.  They were planted by Gertrude Jekyll who did the original garden design for this and other Lutyens projects.”

“Wow. . .again!  The roses are lovely.”

Their final destination was a path to the terrace steps in the middle of the garden.  Standing at the head of the stairs, she viewed the crazy order in front of her. Behind her, perpendicular to the steps, was the stone-paved path leading back to the manor’s terrace where the same curved steps were duplicated at its edge.  Everything was, at the same time, symmetrical and haphazard.  She finally lit the cigarette, having forgotten all about it until then.

“I love this, Jimmy.  It’s so very ordered but, here and there, it’s a bit of wildness.  Thank you, truly, for showing me your home.”

“It’s my pleasure, love.  And particularly for someone who has an appreciation of it.” He reached for the cigarette to take a drag.  “May I?”  She nodded with a chiding look but remained silent. He inhaled the cool smoke, slid the cigarette back between her fingers, and turned her to him. “And you, my dear, are quite orderly yourself but I think there’s more than a bit of wildness hidden in here.” His tone was soft and tinged with suggestion as he gently tapped her temple with a finger following slowly along her jawline. 

She looked directly into his sparkling eyes with her own sultry smile.  “You could be correct, Mr. Page.”

“Mmmm.  I’m fairly certain I am.” He was about to say more but resisted.  “Shall we make our way to luncheon, Lady Jane?”

As they reentered the hall, Jane gathered her bag.  “Umm.  A restroom before we go?”

“Certainly.  It’s just beyond the stairs to the second floor.  Here, I’ll show you.”

“No, that’s okay.  I think I know the way,” she said as she made her way through the hallway door to the stairs.

Jimmy stood at the towering windows, hands slung into his pockets, considering all that had transpired since she walked into the garden yesterday. There was a simmer of possibility bubbling within him. The cards and the images she described from the dream further increased the simmer – verging on a boil.

Christ!  I thought there were too many signs to ignore when we first reached out to her last year.  But now. . .more conundrums.  And last night, the vision of her that woke me - I can’t quite grasp what it was.  Can’t shake that feeling of familiarity.

“Okay, ready.”

He turned to find her leaning in the doorway, much more like herself. Something about the way she stood, the look on her face just inflamed his already heightened sense of an attachment to her. . .somehow.

“Shall we off, love?” He turned her in the doorway, one arm around her waist to speed her through the entranceway and to the street, hoping to avoid any additional adverse reactions.

"Yes, Jimmy, let's."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Deanery (pre-Jimmy)

From the St Andrews tower~

The Cloistered entranceway~

The stairs to the second floor

The Upstairs Gallery

The Great Hall walls/ceiling

The Pergolas

[daxter8888]

📚~My Sims 2 Semi-Vanilla (with integrated townies) Pleasantview - College~🧑🏼‍🎓

TW: Cow mascot being a bully, electricity, usage of different re-shade presets (accidental), death, height differences, fighting, Herb Oldie but he's a nice man, buff Daniel Pleasant, sapphics, a mental breakdown. By clicking on "read more" you agree to: not giving a damn about the trigger warnings, therefore, it's not original poster's fault if you see something you don't like

Before entering into the college rotation I will formally introduce you to some of the members

Angela and Lilith were both introduced in the post about the Pleasants

Dustin was introduced in the post about the Brokes

Dirk was introduced in the post about the Dreamers

Brooke became a teen mother in High School, like her close friend Robi, who promised to take care of her boy, Chandler as she studied in college. Her aspiration is Family (Strict Parent) and her secondary is Romance (Hopeless Romantic) and her lifetime want is to Become Mad Scientist. Her 3t2 traits are Hopeless Romantic, Loves the Cold, Perfeccionist, Schmoozer, Shy.

Lynn hates to admmit it, but living without her family's comfort in college is being rough on her. Her primary aspiration is Knowledge, I still haven't calculated her secondary. Her 3t2 traits are Shy, Over Emotional, Loves to Swim, Photographer's Eye and Coward.

Let's get it started!

Cow being a meanie, like if Brooke deserved that :(

Dustin wasn't wasting any time and asked Angela the big question, and she said yes...

Lil study group with Lynn, Dirk and that girl.

Brooke also didn't want to waste no time so she called Robi over for some time togheter and also asked the big question to which, the answer was also yes!

Lilith is still being bullied constantly by her sister, then she got zapped while trying to get a mechanical skill

Two girls just chattin'

Some more pictures and Angela being a jerk

Then tragedy struck. Dirk Dreamer died after getting electrocuted by the microwave.

Lilith my poor baby :((((((((((

She definetly didn't take it well, at all.

She was lucky to meet a new friend, Lisa

And she got quite close to her

Angela's graduation party was a little bit of a mess, but she graduated so hooray!

Skill building with the friends and enjoying the party some more

Then, the morining before Lilith's final exam, they had their very first kiss.

Lynn and Brooke grew really close togheter and ended up being best friends

And one last picture of their graduation party!

AND THAT'S IT! I finally have done the first round of my semi-vanilla Pleasantview! I'm so happy to finally be able to play again! I'm excited to see you in the next one, until then, buh-bye!

Link to the next family: ❄️~ Lothario - Round 2, Winter ~❄️

[matildassorry]

i’m glad you’re out of my life.

i don’t find myself missing you as often as before. i don’t find myself missing you at all, really.

i abruptly brought you back into my life after almost 2 years of having no contact. and you left just as much, if not more, abruptly than how you entered.

i was so lost. i was so confused. i was so hurt and broken.

i just wanted you to be there. i just wanted you there for me. i wanted you there because you to wanted to be there.

but you weren’t.

i wanted closure.

and in a round-about fucked up way, i got it.

i saw that you don’t love me. i saw how easily you could cut me out. i saw how easily you can replace me. i saw just how easily you can live your life without me in it. i saw that you really do only come running back to me when you’re bored, or have no one else to turn to, or just because you know i’ll be there.

i’m not doing that shit again. i’m over it. i’m done.

i don’t need to keep torturing myself over a dumb idiotic blonde bitch who clearly doesn’t want, or care about me.

the amount of shit you put me through?? all the times you played with me? toyed with my emotions? gave me false hope?

you would block me if you were around certain people, then unblock once you were alone again. IS THAT NOT INSANE TO YOU?

like the times i was staying up all night because you told me we would hang out at a certain time, then i didn’t get a text until hours later of you canceling. or all the other times i stayed up until ungodly hours of the night, just waiting for you to call me back, like you said you would. or the times i drove to your town, just to see you? or made up an excuse to my friends as to why i couldn’t hang out with them, because you asked me to do things?

i quite literally “cancelled plans just in case you called”. which you didn’t btw.

god you made me feel so pathetic.

especially when you blocked me, then didn’t unblock me like you usually did. after the first week, i was a complete wreck. i had the worst crash out of my life. i was crying for 36 hours. i couldn’t get myself under control.

then a month later, i get a random add back from you? and of course i added back, because i’m a pathetic, weak girl. i just wanted to see why. i needed to know. i was so lost, so broke, so hurt. and of course you fed me lies. i didn’t believe them, still don’t.

but you asked if we could hang out, and i said yeah. i wanted to talk in person. i wanted to hear you say the things you texted. but when it came time for us to hang out, of course, you never answered and i was waiting around for HOURS. do you know how pathetic that is?? but i just excused it, and pretended i didn’t care. but i did.

we went about things like it never happened.

we talked for about 4 days that time, then it was radio silence for 3 days. then 20 minutes before my birthday, i unadded you.

that was about two weeks ago.

i’m so happy i did it. i feel so relieved.

i don’t miss you. or really think about you.

i did check up on one of your socials though. apparently you have a girlfriend now? (which is crazy considering it’s only been about two weeks since you told me you still have feelings for me, but ooookkkaay)

but i’m glad you’re out. and i’m glad that experience gave me closure. even if it did break me to complete pieces, i still got the closure i think i so desperately needed. and now you’re no longer in my life.

bye forever my moon.

[frostedauthor7]

Act 1: Chapter. 2. Attack

Ariel, much like Orion, had decided to explore the Capitol Building, except she was more interested in the less traveled parts of it. Alpha Trion had given her permission to look around, she just hoped that she wasn't crossing into any restricted areas. This sentiment was disproved as when she rounded a corner, she was hit by a small child. Ariel stopped and looked down to find a girl about the age of ten sprawled on the floor, giggling to herself. Smiling, Ariel knelt down to face the girl. 

'Are you ok? That was some fall.'

'I'm fine! Oh, I gotta go! Bye!' She exclaimed, jumping up and running off. 

Ariel stood up and looked after her. Just then, another girl coming just around the corner. 

'Excuse me, have you seen my little sister?' The girl asked, catching her breath. 

'I did see a young girl run by. What's her name? I'll help you look for her.' Replied Ariel. 

'Mindy...her name is Mindy. Thank you, I appreciate you being willing to help. My name is Amy, I recently moved here with my sisters and our brother-in-law.'

'You live here in the Capitol? Do your siblings work for Alpha Trion?' Ariel asked, walking down the hallway beside Amy. 

'Sort of. My sister Fiona is a search and rescue worker, and her husband Ian is a firefighter. My other sister Cynthia is also a search and rescue worker too. There's some new city program or something and they were all scouted for it, so now we live here.'

'What about your parents? Where are they?'

Amy was silent for a moment. 

'They died in a car accident when Mindy was five. Fiona and Ian were already married by then, so we stayed with them until Cynthia finished her training. Now we're here.' Amy replied simply, keeping an eye out for her you her sister. 

'I'm sorry about your parents.' Was all Ariel could seem to say, not quite sure how to comfort the girl. 

Soon they found Mindy hiding in a broom closet, laughing to herself. 

'You found me! Now you'll have to find me again!' She cried, making a break for the door. 

'Oh no you don't!' Replied Amy, as she scooped the child up. 'You still have homework to finish. Come on, we've wasted enough of this nice lady's time. Thank you again for helping me find her, miss.'

'It's no trouble, really. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to meet your family.' Ariel stated. 

'Really? I guess that would be alright. Why do you want to meet them?'

'I'd like to learn more about this program that they're apart of. Something about this doesn't--' just then, alarms blared and the building began to shake. 'What's going on? What are those alarms for?'

'Something bad is happening! Follow me!' Amy cried, grabbing Ariel's hand and guiding her back down the hallway. 

'Amy, what's happening up there?' Ariel cried over the alarm. 

'It's the bad guys, they're attacking! Cynthia told me that if we ever heard any alarms, that we needed to hide in our room and wait for them to stop! The elevator should be just around this--'

'Amy! Mindy! Are you up here!' Cried a voice from just around the corner. Facing them was a woman who appeared to be a couple years younger than Ariel. 'There you are! Get to your room, now! Do you think this is a drill?' Then she spotted Ariel. 'Who are you? How did you get down to this level? It doesn't matter, just make sure that these girls get to their room, then come back up here to help contain the situation.'

'I'll get them to safety, but you need to tell me what's going--' but before Ariel could finish, Cynthia had already run down the hallway and presumably to the next elevator. 'You heard her, let's get you to your room.'

***

It was chaos in the Capitol as three jets circled the building, firing rounds into the infrastructure, causing fire and destruction not only to the Capitol itself, but to the buildings surrounding it. Orion steadyed himself against a wall as the office door flung open, showing a partially destroyed hallway just outside. His mind wandered to Hudson, who was most likely still in his hiding place just down the hall. 

Obviously, Pleiades had come to the same conclusion, as he rushed out of the room and out of sight. Orion instead focused on Alpha Trion and the Kimuras. The elderly man, who had been knocked to the ground, now held his head in pain whilst struggling to regain his balance. 

'Be careful, Sir. What's happening? Why us the building--'

'We are under attack, it has already begun. War is upon us, Orion, and you must be prepared to face your destiny ahead of you.'

Orion helped Alpha Trion to his feet and guided him out of the office, the Kimura siblings following close behind. Out in the hall they were met by Pleiades, who carried a terrified Hudson close to him. 

'We need to get below ground, now! The Capitol isn't safe anymore!' Cried Pleiades, directing everyone to the stairs. 

In their decent, they were met by guards, who further escorted them to safety. It didn't take long for the group to reach the base beneath the Capitol building. Pleiades handed Hudson to Orion. 

'You all wait here, I'm going to go direct our defense.' He stated quickly. 

'Wait, I'll come to! You'll need help up there.' Replied Orion. 

'Have you ever used a gun before? That's what I thought. A man who doesn't know how to properly wield a weapon is more dangerous than one who does.' Said Pleiades, rather coldly. 

'If that is the case,' said Denki. 'then please allow me to join you. I have trained my entire life for combat.' He finished, revealing a Katana sword and two sidearms hidden beneath his coat. 

Pleiades nodded to him before heading back into the elevator. The doors closed and the men disappeared up the shaft. A thick silence hung in the air as Orion looked down at Wakako. She stood there stiffly, hands folded neatly in front of her and a rather unmoved expression on her face. 

'Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be alright up there.' Orion tried to sound reassuring, but he found that he was saying this more to himself than to her. 

'I know. My brother is a very capable man, as is Ultra Magnus.' She replied, her eyes fixed on the elevator doors. 

'We should find these kids something to distract themselves with.' Alpha Trion suggested weakly. 

Orion nodded in agreement and followed as the elder lead the way down a narrow hallway. As they walked, Hudson stirred. 

'Will my Dad really be ok?' He asked timidly. 

Orion thought for a moment. He really wanted to reassure the boy, but he also didn't want to lie to him. In all honesty, he wasn't completely sure if Pleiades, Denki or anyone else up there would be alright. Just then, it hit him. He had no idea where Ariel was! 

[yachtlily]

North of the bridge - Day 2

Monday, 26th August 2024

Wind SW 16mph            Sunny day with summer cloud                             Temp 23°C

Distance sailed 9.73 miles

A very peaceful night. Neither of us stirred before 0730. I made tea/coffee and we lay in our bunks drinking this until I finally made a move and got up at 0830. Breakfast at 0940 and we finally departed from this lovely mooring at 1030. By engine across the Mere to Horsey Dyke where we filled up our water tank.

Leaving Horsey Dyke we raised our reefed main. I had half a mind to shake out the reef and then we left the shelter of the dyke’s trees and I was reminded why we had tied it in yesterday. A very pleasant hour or so thrashing around an empty Mere. Occasionally other yachts would appear but they were all under engine and making hasty dashes across the Mere to get to the dyke. Not for the first time, I wondered why some folk simply didn’t buy a motor boat in the first place. After our fun we dropped sail and our heavy mud weight and sat in the sunshine enjoying a coffee. Coffee over we raised the muddy and motored to Meadow Dyke and with a headwind we had to motor down it.

Reaching Deep Go Dyke we came alongside for lunch. A nice surprise was meeting up again with Martin & Jill and their dogs. They used to moor just ahead of us when we were at Hunter’s Yard. We both have new boats since those days so we spent time exploring their boat Urchin and they came and admired Lily. It was good to see them again and to hear of other old mooring companions at Hunter’s.

Once lunch was over we cleared away, slipped our mooring, raised our sail and headed for Hickling. Hickling, like Horsey Mere, was lively. It was a very fine reach up the Broad until we bore away towards the pub. The pub moorings were empty and we did contemplate spending the night there, but then decided against that idea as the mooring was exposed to the full force of the wind. Instead we turned, expecting a fine reach and a run back. The wind had other ideas and the run became a very fine reach, almost ‘full and bye’. All good fun.

Reaching White Slea we found it empty so hastily dropped sail and came alongside for the night. A pleasant afternoon and evening to round off an excellent day. It is so empty above PH bridge. There was one boat (a fisherman) on Deep Dyke, us on White Slea and Deep Go was completely empty. We were wonderfully isolated.

[joshuasearing]

Wednesday 6th August 2024

Hey journal so the rest of work was ok I guess however apart from when a customer was really rude to me and ended up taking a 10 minute break because of it. So basically I was on food run which is bagging up the food for drive thru. Basically this women came round randomly and said she was me 2 quarter pounders, so I asked someone I work with when, and then she heard me and starting being very rude to me and shouting so much like as if I was not a human and just a bit of dirt. Anyways that pissed me off so I ended up just taking 10 minutes upstairs on my home to chill out for a bit.

Also for a little bit of my shift yesterday I also was on finish which is finish the food and bagging and wrapping it up and sometimes do the finishing touches to the food for them to be ready to go down the shoot. Anyways after work I drove to the gym and trained some legs but also did some chest work mainly bench press because I want to improve my strength on bench press and I wasn’t it to go up. My pr about 4 months ago probably was 60kg and now I can rep 60kg with relative ease which is good progress and I am so proud of myself for that. Anyways I also did a bit of time on the treadmill as well but not to long. After the gym I drove home. Once I got home I had a shower. Then I made loads of tiktok videos. Then palsy night until about 4am this morning I watched the remaining of that series of supacell. It was really good however it did not end how I would’ve wanted it to end unless there is going to another series so that’s not the fully end I’m not too sure. Anyways I have just got up and it’s 1:31pm at the moment meaning I’ve slept a bit of my day away. My dad has broke down in my mums car so with got to get to the garage with my car to pick up my dad. Since I have been up anyways I have took my protein shake that’s been laying there for hours which was a regret be used I wouldn’t be surprised if that makes me ill and the aftertaste and taste In general was not good at all. I probably should have not done that as it had been there for hours over night and I did it before I even started watching supacell again. Also I have brushed my teeth washed my face, had a shave, posted a tiktok, messed around with my little brother a bit and now I am writing in here. Anyways speak to you later journal, bye journal!