wintersoldierland

[sapphireginger]

Chapter #9

Summary:

Stiles turns off the tv and coaxes her to look at him. “I will always braid your hair. I think it’s really cool that you’re showing him how but that doesn’t mean he’s going to do it better than me. I don’t think it’s bad if he gets really good at it.” “You don’t?” “Nope. Do you know why?” She shakes her head. “Why?” Stiles brushes her hair out of her eyes. “Because one day Boyd might have a little girl of his own and when she asks him to braid her hair, he’ll be able to do it because you taught him how.” Olivia’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Oh. Well, then that’s okay."

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Lunchtime rolls around the next day, when Erica brings Olivia home, Derek having headed home after breakfast.

“Daddy?”

“In the kitchen Liv!”

She runs inside and throws her arms around his waist. “Did you have fun Daddy? How was your date? Is Mr. Derek here? Are you gonna go on another date?”

“Woah, slow down kiddo.”

Erica closes the front door and makes her way to the kitchen. She eyes the wine glasses in the dish drainer and sends a smirk at Stiles who silences her with a look. She raises her hands in a placating gesture and smiles. “I’m sure your daddy had fun. You need to put your laundry in the hamper Livvy.”

Olivia huffs. “Okay but then I want to know how daddy’s date went.”

Stiles waits until Olivia is in the laundry room before giving Erica a go ahead gesture. “So how was it, Batman? Is he sculpted all over?”

Stiles makes a face even as he blushes. “That’s none of your business. He’s gorgeous and I had an amazing evening.”

“Well good. So where is he?” She glances at the stairs. “Bedroom closet?”

“No,” Stiles says with a snort. “He left after breakfast.”

Erica looks like the cat that got the cream. “So, he stayed the night then. Get it, Batman. Do I need to call Boyd to do any repairs to the bed?”

“Erica!” he hisses. He checks to make sure Olivia hasn’t returned and then fixes Erica with a glare. “We didn’t have sex.” His admission is followed by a one shoulder shrug.

“Why not?”

“Because I have Olivia to think about and he has Zeke. Being a parent means we have to take our kids into consideration when it comes to relationships.” He waits until she looks ready to argue before continuing. “That being said, we're going to a movie this weekend. He also asked about stopping by after he gets off work. I told him he was welcome anytime. I think he mentioned getting dinner on Wednesday night and then depending on how the movie goes we’re going to go out to dinner at the diner with the kids.”

Erica is stunned and then lets out a shrill squeal before hugging him and spinning him around. “Holy shit, Batman!” She smiles and pinches his cheeks. “My little Batman is all grown up.”

Stiles rolls his eyes but he’s wearing a soft smile. “About time huh?”

“I’m happy for you, Stiles. You deserve to be happy. Boyd and I are happy to have Olivia stay with us anytime.”

Olivia chooses that moment to run back out slipping on her socks and barely stops herself from falling. “Olivia Claudia Rose!”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“What have I said about running in the house?”

Olivia wrings her hands. “No running in the house and never in socks because that’s how you get concussions, and you would know because you got one.”

Stiles nods. “Exactly.” He sighs and opens his arms pulling her into a hug. She melts into the embrace and accepts the kiss to her forehead. “So, how did Boyd do with braiding your hair?”

“He did okay for his first try.”

Erica beams. “He may even get to be as good as you one day.”

Olivia looks at Erica and shakes her head. She frowns and looks up at Stiles who quirks a brow. “Nobody will ever be better than daddy at braiding my hair.” She buries her head against Stiles’s stomach, and he puts his hand up to stop Erica from trying to backtrack. He’s pretty sure he knows what’s wrong.

“Livvy, angel?” he says softly. “I planned for us to watch Star Wars: The Last Jedi this afternoon. Do you want to go get the couch movie ready?”

“Okay,” she mumbles.

Once she’s out of earshot Erica looks at Stiles with guilty eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Stiles shakes his head and hugs her. “Don’t be. It’s okay. I think I know what’s wrong.”

“Really? Was it something I said?”

“No. Not really. I haven’t dated anyone since…” he trails off. 

Erica cups the back of his head and rubs his back. “Oh, Stiles. I’ll leave so you can talk to her but if you need me don’t hesitate to call. Okay?”

Stiles relaxes in her arms. “Okay.”

They hug for a few minutes longer before Erica heads out and Stiles joins Olivia on the couch. She crawls into his lap and rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes on the movie that’s playing. Stiles wraps his arms around her, one hand playing with her hair. He doesn’t say anything, just letting her calm down.

It’s not until the credits roll that Olivia starts talking. “Will you always braid my hair daddy? I don’t want Boyd to do it better than you.”

Stiles turns off the tv and coaxes her to look at him. “I will always braid your hair. I think it’s really cool that you’re showing him how but that doesn’t mean he’s going to do it better than me. I don’t think it’s bad if he gets really good at it.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head. “Why?”

Stiles brushes her hair out of her eyes. “Because one day Boyd might have a little girl of his own and when she asks him to braid her hair, he’ll be able to do it because you taught him how.”

Olivia’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Oh. Well then that’s okay. You’re the only one I want to braid my hair though. Okay, Daddy?” she says with a yawn.

With a smile and a kiss to her forehead Stiles nods. “Of course.”

“Can we take a nap now, Daddy? I’m sleepy.”

Stiles pulls a blanket over them and adjusts to lay down with her head on his chest. “Go to sleep, Livvy. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Her eyes close and her breathing evens out as she falls asleep. Just like the time Stiles has with her when he braids her hair, moments when they cuddle like this are just as precious. He kisses Olivia's forehead and tucks a loose golden blonde curl behind her ear, smiling at her sleeping face. She looks so much like her mother. 

Sometimes he has to stop to catch his breath. He and Gracie, Grace, were kindred spirits, platonic soulmates and he'd do anything for Grace, including raising her daughter as his own no matter how much it hurts sometimes to see her in her.

Stiles feels his own eyelids grow heavy and doesn’t try to fight it when he too drifts off. He’s glad they have today and tomorrow to themselves.

[scenefox2003]

A Day In The Life Of The Royal Babysitter

Aka Marcy is horrible at makeovers, but Andrias peer pressures Olivia into going out like that anyway

Olivia didn’t have a lot of complaints about her life. At least, she wasn’t supposed to. She lived in a lavish castle with a beautiful girlfriend, an adorable surrogate daughter, and all the spending money she could ever dream of. It was pretty much everything a person could want.

But the one thing she’d change…

“Yo Olivia, check this out!” A deep voice bellowed from the hall outside her office, followed by thundering footsteps that shook the entire building.

God damn it, she had TOLD him not to run in the castle!

Olivia groaned and picked up her jostled belongings, and anticipated what ridiculous bullshit she would have to deal with from her boss today. Soon enough King Andrias himself busted down her door, breaking it clean off its hinges. She rubbed her temples, trying to keep her composure.

“Sire, that door was just replaced yesterday,” she said in an even tone, her eye twitching. “Could you please refrain from punching it down?”

Suddenly, a second set of footsteps came pattering down the hall, much quieter but equally as chaotic. Soon Marcy came skidding to a halt in the doorway, eventually toppling over and colliding into Andrias’s massive boot. She shook it off fast though, and started digging in her bag.

“Don’t worry, I gotchu!” She said, pulling out all the necessary supplies to patch the drywall and reinstall the door. She finished the job in about 30 seconds. “There, all fixed up!”

“Thank you Master Marcy,” Olivia said, still not looking up from her work. “Now, do you two have something important to tell me? I’m very busy.”

“What do you think of my new look?” Andrias asked, and Olivia begrudgingly turned around to look. She was going to make an insignificant comment and move on, but upon seeing the king her jaw dropped.

The massive newt was absolutely caked in every sort of glitter, charm, and hair accessory that existed. His beard was braided, dyed with hair chalk, and full of barrettes, his hair was tied back in two pigtails, and he had a massive bow on his head. He was wearing a multitude of bracelets and necklaces, but they looked hilariously skinny since the beads weren’t made for someone his size. His armor was covered in stickers, and to top it all off he had what appeared to be a tutu decorating the tip of his tail.

“Wha… what in the WORLD-“ Olivia stammered, dropping her pen.

“Marcy gave me a makeover! She says this is called “decora” fashion. I think I’m rocking it. Thoughts?”

“I… you look ridiculous, sire.”

“In a /pos or /neg way?”

“What… what does that even mean?”

“Is it good or bad? I think I did pretty good,” Marcy chirped, waiting eagerly for Olivia’s approval.

Truth be told, Andrias looked like a hot mess. If it was just him, Olivia would say so and tell him to go shower. But Marcy looked so excited and eager for her approval… she couldn’t say no to that face.

“It’s… slash… paws? That’s the good one, right?”

“YES!” Marcy and Andrias both cheered.

“I knew you’d love it!” Marcy said. “We went to the mall and bought out ALL of Frog Claire’s! They were having a sale!”

“Frog Claire’s is always having a sale, it’s sort of their business strategy.” Olivia sighed. “Really Andrias, you’re going to the mall while I do all your work for you?”

“I’m too pretty to work,” Andrias said in a high pitched voice, doing the gay hand motion. Both him and Marcy giggled. Suddenly, Marcy’s face lit up with an idea.

“Lady Olivia, we should make YOU too pretty to work too! You seem so tired all the time.”

“You don’t say,” Olivia grumbled, sipping her “juice”.

“You know…” Andrias said, in a teasing tone that let Olivia know she was going to be in for some shit. “If you want a human style makeover, I can take over the constitutional revisions for now.”

Olivia shot him a look that said I know what you’re doing, and I’m not here for it, but Andrias just kept that shit eating grin on his face while Marcy gasped.

“Ohmygosh, that’s a GREAT idea! Lady Olivia’s hair is so beautiful, I wanna style it! Pretty please?”

Marcy gave Olivia her best puppy dog eyes, and she tried her best to resist while Andrias smirked.

“Come on, Olivia. She said pretty please.”

Olivia wished she was big enough to wring his neck.

But Marcy seemed so excited, and the idea of getting Andrias to do work was tempting.

“Oh all right,” she finally said, not able to keep a smile off her face. “It couldn’t hurt.”

Olivia was wrong.

It definitely hurt.

Marcy seemed to forget that hair was attached to a living person’s head, and therefore, when you pulled it, they felt pain. What was meant to be a semi-relaxing break was actually excruciating.

“Could you be a bit more gentle with that?” She asked, trying not to let too much of the pain seep into her voice. Luckily, Marcy immediately let go.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” She apologized, then moved on to makeup. Unfortunately, despite being a child prodigy, Marcy had the short term memory of a goldfish. She was back to pulling way too hard about five minutes later.

After an hour or so of hell, Marcy held a mirror up to Olivia.

“Soooo, what do you think?”

Olivia didn’t know what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t… that. Her fake was so caked in glitter that she could probably reflect the sun and start a campfire off it if she wanted to. She was wearing so many bracelets she could barely bend her arms, and so many necklaces she felt like she was wearing a neck brace. And her hair… oh, her hair. Marcy seemed to know every braid in existence, and each one showed up at least once in the tendril forest that was her scalp. And every braid had either beads or hair clips in it, so her head made a plastic-y clacking sound if she moved the slightest inch. It was… a disaster. She looked like a clown. But Marcy was smiling brightly, eager to hear what she thought.

“It’s um… it’s certainly something special!”

Marcy grinned.

“I know right?! You guys look AMAZING! I can’t wait for General Yunan to get home tonight so I can give HER a makeover!”

Olivia felt like she had just been hit by a bus.

“Wait. Yunan’s coming home… TONIGHT?!”

“Yeah, it’s May 10th! That was her deadline for hunting that rogue toad, remember?”

“I might have, uh… pulled an all nighter or two…”

Marcy gasped.

“Lady Olivia! You haven’t slept in three days?!”

“I had a lot of work to do, and it’s not like anyone else is gonna help me!”

“I would’ve…”

Olivia smiled.

“That’s very sweet of you, Master Marcy. I’ll have to take you up on that offer sometime. But Yunan and I have a date tonight, so-“

“Well it’s a good thing you’re hair and makeup is already done then! You’re gonna knock her socks off!”

It took everything in Olivia not to cringe.

“I’m sure I will,” she said, and it wasn’t a lie. Yunan was sure to be absolutely floored when she saw her. “Now, um, I need to go speak with Andrias before Yunan arrives, I’ll see you later.”

Luckily, Marcy didn’t try to follow her or ask questions.

“Okeydoke! Bye Lady Olivia! Have fun on your date!”

Olivia waved goodbye then hurried down the corridor to Andrias’s room.

Andrias was lounging on his bed (still wearing the outfit, for some reason) reading some self-help book when Olivia barged in, frantic.

“Woah, what’s got you in such a rush?” He asked, and Olivia shut the door quickly.

“I have a date tonight and need to wash this shit off, and your private bathroom is the only one I know for sure Marcy won’t catch me in!”

Andrias simply laughed.

“What are you talking about? We look great.”

“No offense, sire, but a thirteen year old girl used your beard as a styling head. It doesn’t look good.”

“Speak for yourself!”

“Fine, I will! If I go out like this Yunan will tease me for the rest of our lives, but I don’t want to crush Marcy’s heart by letting her know her makeover skills are atrocious. There, you happy?”

“Aww, you think you and Yunan are going to be together forever? How adorably naive.” Andrias primly closed his book, ready to give a lecture. “You see, over my thousand years of experience I’ve come to learn that love is fake-“

Olivia grumbled and opened the bathroom door.

“Good lord, just get over yourself and let me fix this in peace- oh.”

She immediately felt like the dumbest bitch alive. This was Andrias’s bathroom. Every single appliance was way too big for her.

“Having any luck in there?” Andrias teased, and Olivia facepalmed.

“God fucking damn it.”

“You know, maybe this is a sign.”

“It is definitely not a sign.”

“Why don’t you just-“

“I’m not going out like this. There is nothing you can say to convince me.” Andrias smirked. “I’m telling you, Andrias, there is absolutely NOTHING-“

“What if I did all your work for a whole week?”

Olivia paused.

“…would you?”

Andrias shrugged.

“Yeah, why not?”

“Well technically, my work is all your work that you don’t want me to do. You’re really telling me that you’d finally get off your ass and be a good king just to see me humiliate myself in front of my girlfriend?”Andrias smiled that shit eating grin of his. Olivia facepalmed. “…Of course. You’re a sick bastard, Andrias.”

“I know! Now go run along to your little date. Don’t want to keep Yunan waiting!”

Olivia, having completely abandoned all proper etiquette by now, flipped him off.

Yunan was late, as she often was. Despite being a very punctual person herself, Olivia didn’t usually mind. But sitting alone for twenty minutes in a fancy restaurant looking like that was rather embarrassing. Unfortunately the garish makeup did nothing to disguise her, and she could hear plenty of whispering from other patrons, asking why on earth Lady Olivia would go out looking so bizarre.

Just as she was about to leave and look for Yunan herself, the door was ceremoniously slapped open as Yunan was known to do. But she didn’t obnoxiously introduce herself as she normally did, or march proudly down the center of the room like it was a red carpet. She looked like she had just been drowned in a swamp, covered in leaves and debris and sopping wet. She dragged herself over to Olivia’s table and plopped herself down in a chair with a wet squelch.

“Hey Liv,” she mumbled, sounding like she hadn’t slept in years.

“Greetings, General,” Olivia said, sounding just as tired. “How did the mission go?”

“Normal.” Yunan looked Olivia up and down for a second, but had no reaction. “How are things at the castle?”

“Normal.”

The two newts sat in silence for a solid minute.

“We look ridiculous, don’t we?” Yunan eventually sighed. Olivia nodded lethargically. Another long stretch of silence went by before she added, “fuck it, wanna go rot in the hot tub for eight hours straight?”

“Oh god please.”

[multifandomwhore-003]

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” with olivia saying it please.

I was gonna throw water on his face

Pairing: Olivia Rodrigo x female! reader

Summary: You can't sleep to save your life, and as much as you tried to wake up your best friend as quietly and discreetly as possible, he simply wouldn't budge, the next best option is not to sleep at all or go to his sister instead.

Genre(s): fluff

Warnings: None!

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It took a few seconds of hesitation before Olivia opened her eyes, turning to the door, she waited for another knock, perhaps her mind whisked her reality with a dream, and it wasn't real after all, yet it was, it was so soft, so low, almost imperceptible, she confirmed the second time the wood was softly touched.

The metal machinery cracked and echoed in between the silence, revealing her brother's best friend on the other side.

"Y/N," her voice cracked due to tiredness, slight shock, and a sprinkle of fluster.

"Hey," you gulped realizing now how uncomfortable this whole situation seemed, "I'm sorry, I just- I can't sleep," you mumbled.

Olivia sighed affectionately, it wasn't the first, and it sure wasn't gonna be the last time her family welcomed the girl into their house due to how complicated her life soon became, from losing her grandmother to her parents on the edge of divorce.

"I first tried to go to Alan, but he looks so dead I had to check his pulse,"

She chuckled, "Yeah, when it's a game night he passes out until the middle of the next day,"

"I was gonna throw water in his face, but he won so," you raised his shoulders, "He deserves it,"

she shook her head, "No, he's still an ass,"

Both of you laughed this time.

"Come on," the brunette pulled your hand and guided you to the inside of her room.

She was warm, her skin was so warm you wanted to be wrapped in it forever, even more so now that you've touched it, even more than before when your mind wandered in her, her, her, her, from the moment you first saw her across the crowd on a party, to the moment Alan first introduced you, to now that you would see her before bed, and it only seemed to feed your dreams, hopes, fantasies.

"Holy shit it's four am?" Olivia had to double-check her clock on the nightstand, "You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?"

Your face flushed, blood boiling at the surface of your cheeks, "Well, not to cuddle per se but-"

"Why didn't you come earlier?"

"What?" you frowned.

"I- okay," she rubbed her eyes, "Next time you can't sleep don't wait until fucking four am, deal?"

You nodded.

She proceeded to rearrange her bed situation placing now two pillows side by side.

"Thank you," you whispered so quietly anyone else could miss it for background noise, but your bodies were so close to each other you didn't need it to be louder.

"Any time," she grinned before closing her eyes without taking the palm of her hands of your arms.

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome, dear readers, to part 1 of the finale to the BackupKingdom2 saga! We’re in our final ambition now, let’s check how Liz’s post-divorce-bloodbath is going..

Oh yes, excellent. Our path to death-achievement-glory has been paved with so many executions that wherever I look I see npcs crying..

..comforting each other..

..and in Agnes' case, coming straight to Liz to.. ask for mercy for the populace I guess?? Bruh. I can't believe we even brought down AGNES, truly this is the saddest kingdom on earth. Amazing job, Liz, you've definitely earned your place in the tyrant hall of fame!

Now a lesser player would be like "oh, maybe we should chill a little on the insane tyrant thing, finish the Pirate/Noble arc cause we've been dragging this war out so the pirates/guildsmen would keep spawning and it should have ended like 20 quests ago" and true, we could just end it, we ran a very effective operation around here, shoutout to MVPs Donius and Bellinda and their 'seductive' legendary traits:

They bedded them and Liz beheaded them, the power of teamwork! So one could say that we should consider raising kingdom morale now because everyone is so depressed but I think, if anything, now is the time to ramp it up and go for some of the other morally questionable achievements! Like Machiavelli said, you should commit all your atrocities at once! What do you think, Liz? Ready to get atrocious?

-OH FUCK YEA, I’M ENRAGED, I DROPPED MY FIDDLE IN THE PIT AND NOW I HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE SERVANT TO GET ME A NEW ONE!! WHY DOES EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME >:(

Aw I’m sorry Liz, but I’m sure you the upcoming suffering of your subjects will cheer you up!

-Ok motherfuckers, by order of the Crown aka ME -you hear that Rae?? ME, NOT YOU. God I want to execute you so bad, fucking ingrate, do you remember what rags you were wearing when I hired you??  

Let’s get this back on track, Liz.

-Right, so by order of the Crown, Magus Olivia and Spymaster Spainot are given COMPLETE LEGAL IMMUNITY to do whatever the fuck they want in the interest of earning achievements, so don’t you people come crying to me cause I don’t give one tiny chinchilla crap about your health and livelihoods. If you need me for something actually important, I'll be at the gates, executing anyone who doesn't like my fiddle playing.

-Oh man, this folksy peasant hat isn’t protecting my ears enough.

-THOUGHT I WOULDN’T HEAR YOUR LITTLE MURMUR, DID YOU  -YOUR MAJESTY NO I ONLY MEANT MY EARS WERE COLD -WELL ALL OF YOUR BODY’S ABOUT TO BE COLD NOW! CONSTABLE, THROW THIS PEASANT IN THE PIT

-Death marker? I hardly know 'er!

So the Constable npc has this little Billy Elliot subplot going, I'm pretty sure he has the 'drunkard' fatal flaw because he was always at the tavern so I had Bellinda try to hire him to perform in one of her plays just to see what would happen and it actually worked, and now he moonlights as an actor! It's cute but it also takes forever for him to come arrest people.

-THEY LOVE ME ❤️😁 -CONSTABLE WHATSYOURNAME, COME OVER HERE AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB OR YOU'RE NEXT FOR THE PIT

-No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, when someone dies😢

In the background you can see that Bellinda just got a pregnancy bump, it’s her lovechild with Donius, I for real can’t keep these two apart. Anyway, the time has come..

..to unleash Magus Olivia onto the populace.

-You know what, I'd rather not, this book is finally getting good and I'm sick of cursing peasants, it doesn't even drop their mood that much..

Oh no, Olivia my beloved, we're not cursing them, we're going for the 'Well Done' achievement!

-NO WAY.

WAY.

-Won't I be executed??

You have immunity! You can do whatever you want!! And, AND, once you complete it, because I know it's tiring, I'll give you a magic skeletal parrot as a gift!! Edward got all the materials for it while treasure-hunting, you'd think I'd let him keep it but that's not the kind of shop I'm running here.

-This is my face of pure, childlike happiness!

Good lord, it’s terrifying, please don’t look at me like that.

-Alright, time to roll down my sleeves so they look more sinister and do this thing.

You can do it, Olivia!

-Of course I can, save your reassurance for the flops that need it.

-I.. cast.. INFERNO!

...

-What?

I mean really, those are the words, "I cast inferno"? Can't you say something with more evil magical flair?

-Not when I have to cast it 80 fucking times I can't.

-IT BURNS, IT BURNSSSSS

Oh how the tables have turned, usually it's the witch that gets burned, huhu! Did you hear that, Olivia? Did you like my joke??

-Oh, it's beautiful!

Well it wasn't one of my best-

-Not you, you needy moron, the sight of burning flesh! I can't wait to do this 79 more times!

Alright, so everyone in the tavern has been turned into a chicken nugget, time to get some rest and check in with Spainot!

-Amazing news, Rodolfo, I just got royal permission to unlawfully lock up and interrogate whoever I want for the achievements!!!

-Darling, no offense, but aren't you a bit too shit at your job for that? -WHAT????

-FUCK YOU RODOLFO YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS OF MY SUCCESS -I WISH I WAS JEALOUS OF YOUR SUCCESS, THEN YOU'D BE SUCCESSFUL AND I WOULDN'T BE MARRIED TO A BROKE LOSER

-And then he says the only reason he hasn't dumped me is he doesn't wanna be a rando npc while Batshit Liz is on an execution spree, can you believe this bullshit? How can anyone be so hurtful??

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NO NO PLEASE DON'T HAVE THIS CHINCHILLA MAUL ME I'LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT

-How about you give me some marital advice, are you even listening?! Ugh.

That's right, while Olivia is inferno-ing the peasants, I've sicced Spainot on the nobility, specifically all those foreign diplomats that are always hanging in the reception hall, lagging up the place. We're going for the 100 interrogations achievement and we’ve installed a nice spiky torture chair right in the middle of the hall to save time! Now this is how we keep every stratum of society terrified enough to not realize that the person in charge is.. uh.. well you know:

-DANCE TO MY FIDDLE, PIRATE, DANCE!

-I AM!!!!!

-DANCE MORE ENTHUSIASTICALLY. ALL THE WAY TO THE PIT

After a couple days and several locations I feel we’re pretty close to 80 infernos!

I’d say we’ve burned a good 50-60% of the population at this point, everywhere I look I see singed townies-

-so we take this little barbecue to the palace because we’ve ran out of peasants and it’s time to start burning the foreign dignitaries. And it’s a good thing we do, because Olivia meets Nyrexis the Dragon!!!! 

Nyrexis is the human form of the dragon from a hilar quest where there’s a dragon in the kingdom and you can either befriend it or slay it, I had Bellinda befriend it:

So if you complete the befriend route of the quest, the human form of the dragon appears in town and is in love with whoever did the quest, in this case Bellinda. I am of course not about to waste Dragonfu on Bellinda’s basic ass, plus I feel Olivia is kind of a dragon with all the people she’s been burning so they have a lot in common! 

We dazzle Dragonfu with a coin trick! True magic at work.

-OMG IT WAS BEHIND MY EAR THE WHOLE TIME -I KNOW!

Good God, all of Olivia’s ‘happy’ expressions are terrifying, just don’t smile ever again, you’re too evil for it, you’re gonna scare the dragon away!

Or not!!!!

 AWWWWW 🐲❤️🔮

You know what, fuck it, let’s lock it down, when it’s right it’s right!

-Burn stuff with me forever?? -I WILL!!!!

-We are gathered here today, under threat of fiery death, to join two unholy abominations in holy matrimony. Yes, the irony is not lost on me. 

AW CONGRATS GUYS <3333 The wizard tower is so small and family un-friendly and Olivia is so unmaternal but come on, like I’m not gonna have her reproduce with a fucking dragon.

Back to Spainot, we’ve hit a slight bump, mainly that this Snordwich lord is proving fucking impossible to torture. 

-Um.. Are you enjoying this??? -Sure am, bad boy, but why don’t we take this somewhere more private already?

Wtf, stop sexually harassing the innocent person who’s torturing you! Does no one around here have any sense of humanity anymore??

-Come on, Spainot, throw some flesh-eating rodents at him! -I’M BUILDING UP TO IT, RAE, GAWD. No one likes a back-seat torturer!

-HA, who’s the loser now, Rodolfo? Rodolfo?? RODOLFO

Ya Spai I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure he left while you were interrogating, I haven’t seen him in like 3 days.

-WHAT. So Olivia completes one achievement and gets a dragon wife and a magic skeletal bird and I complete three and get dumped?!

Well what do you want from me, I don’t make the rules!

-YES YOU DO

Can we move on, please? And Olivia had a very rough go of it-

-she got burned in some rando quest and looked positively karma-stricken after, inferno-ing left and right while sporting this look! She deserves a magic bird!

Congrats on your success and 4 kids, Olivia! 

-I love this skeleton bird more than I thought it possible to ever love something.

-Gee, thanks mom. 

We had leftover bones so here, Spainot, you get a magic bird too.

-A bone parrot is little comfort when you’ve lost the only bone that matters! Why Rodolfo, whyyyyy!!!!!!!!!

Oh I don’t know, probably because you challenged him to duels 3 times a day?

-No, that can’t be it.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but you look like a man who has nothing to live for?

-Yea, I certainly don’t.

So you wouldn’t mind like, jumping into the pit multiple times so you can get the parts we need for the hardest achievement in game aka Legendary Doomsword?

-Rodolfo had one of those too, it was legendary and now that it’s gone I’m doomed!!!

Ok ya ENOUGH metaphors about Rodolfo’s absent penis, although they really are writing themselves. We’ll get him back! If you survive all the pit jumping that is. Join us next time for part 2: Legendary Doomsword!

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Twin Pogues of the OBX - 5

A/N: See? I promise I’m back lol...let me know what you think of this one...appreciate it.

Warnings: Cursing, Marijuana, Mentions of sex, Slow burn, Abandonment issues, snakes, etc.

Word Count: 3150

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ON WITH IT!

John B’s van rolled up to where you and JJ were smoking at the side of his house. John B gestured with his fingers for you guys to get in and you snuffed out the joint, JJ readjusting his shorts as he walked up to the van. “Let’s ride.”

On the way to pick up Pope and Kiara at the Wreck, John B filled you in on what happened after you guys had fled. John B had been chased by square groupers and ultimately had to hand over the compass to Sheriff Peterkin. You honestly didn’t care given the fatal history that seemed to follow the compass.

John B stopped the van in front of the Wreck and Pope came out, his hands in the air. Leaning over the railing, he said, “She said she’s not coming.”

You wrinkled your nose, turning to your brother. “What did you do to her John B?”

John B leaned over the steering wheel, hissing. “Shiit. Hang on, I’ll deal with it.” He slammed the door and walked into the Wreck.

Pope climbed in and you questioned him. “Why isn’t she coming?”

Pope shrugged. “I’m not sure, but we got split up along the way and I think something happened between Kie and John B.”

Your arm out the window, you slapped the side of the van in frustration. “Fucking John B…doesn’t make a move when he’s supposed to and ruins everything with his goddamn timing.”

John B and Kiara came out within a minute, seemingly cool with each other.

The sun went down on your way to God knows wherever John B was taking you guys. You all had eventually stopped questioning him, hoping your presence on this adventure would bring him out of his delusions.

Once again, JJ and you were rolling blunts in the back of the van. “You mind if I just relax on this one?” JJ didn’t look away from his roll. “It’s been a long day.” He held it up to his mouth to give it a slick lick and seal it. “A lot of weird stuff’s gone down. I’m just going to lay low.”

Pope looked at JJ with exasperation, to which he offered his joint. “Oh, did you want a hit of this?”

Pope whacked JJ’s wrist away. “I-keep the signal clear,” Pope asserted.

JJ rolled his eyes. “Dude, okay. Do you understand that your problem is that you don’t get creative? If you got creative, then—”

John B interrupted, saying, “Look, I—I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, alright?” He looked down. “And pretty much wrong about everything else going on…But I-I was right about one thing!”

You ruffled your brother’s hair from behind his seat. “And what’s that John B?”

He took his hand out of your hair and gave it a sharp squeeze. “Dad’s trying to tell us something.”

You rolled your eyes, all of you sharing skeptical looks.

It looked like John B had brought you guys to a graveyard, quickly walking in a familiar direction.

Kiara spoke up. “This place is scary. John B, what are we doing?”

John B rudely shushed her. “Shut up. You know how you are trying to remember a song, but you can’t remember who sings it?”

You took note of the gravestone you were approaching and gasped slightly, taking hold of Pope’s arm, apologizing, and letting him go immediately. He nodded at you, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

“Redfield isn’t a place, it’s a person…” John B trailed off, raising his lantern to illuminate the concrete lettering of the words Redfield.

John B looked over at you. “It’s our great-great grandmother…Olivia Redfield. Redfield was her maiden name.”

There was a concrete door underneath the letters, but even with all your combined strengths, it wouldn’t budged. As you guys were pushing, you noticed movement in the corner of your eye and heard an ominous hiss.

You all jumped back as a large snake with raven scales exited through a small hole in the corner of the door, slithering away.

“Yep, that’s a moccasin alright!” JJ yelped. He started barking at it, which caused you all to panic.

Kiara whisper shouted at him, “JJ! JJ Shut UP!

“You’re gonna wake the freaking dead, man!” Pope shoved JJ.

JJ shrugged. “What? They’re afraid of dogs…everybody knows that.”

Pope looked to John B. “Look, we’re not going to get in there. It’s not budging.” He nodded at the door which you guys had all been pushing at. “We should probably just go.”

Kiara had her flashlight pointed at a medium sized hole at the top of the door. You looked at it, estimating the size before saying, “I can get through.”

“What?” John B looked at you looking at the hole. “No, no, no. You think you’re going to fit through the hole?”

JJ’s hand gripped your upper arm as he shot you a look of disapproval. You turned to John B. “Look, this is about Dad.” Shaking your head, you said, “And honestly, I really don’t believe in it, but you deserve to know the truth. I’ll do it. Besides, it’ll be fun.”

John B’s shoulders sagged with guilt, but you saw his eyes light up with hope. You wordlessly brushed JJ’s hand off your arm and walked closer to the door.

The rest of the pogues moved the branches out of the way and JJ ran a hand through his hair before taking a knee. He had his palms up on one knee, indicating for you to step on it.

“Ok, I’m going to boost you. I’ve seen it in the movies several times. Ready?” You stepped into his hands, using one of his shoulders and the concrete door for support. “On three, alright?” JJ asked.

You nodded, but in a rush of adrenaline, you pushed yourself up as JJ said “One.”

“Alright, just forget about three,” he said, breathing heavily.

You pulled yourself through the door and gathered your bearings. “Flashlight?” You asked into the pitch-black opening.

Pope handed it to you and you turned it on, getting up and heading deeper into the canal that you saw.

Worriedly, John B asked, “You alive?”

JJ added, “You got like a heartbeat and everything?”

Smiling softly to yourself at their concern, you continued on. “So far.”

You realized you needed more light and asked your brother for the other lantern.

You noticed something innately synthetic sticking out of the rocks in the walls. “Oh my God,” you breathed.

You reached in and pulled it out. It was a FedEx envelope…addressed For Bird & Starfish.

You handed it, along with the lantern to John B, who took them from your hands. He stepped away as JJ neared the hole, reaching his arms up to help you out. You swung your legs out, now sitting in the ledge. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you let JJ’s arms grip your waist bringing you down gently. He let out a breath and nodded at you, making sure you were alright. You patted his cheek and gave him a tight-lipped smile to ensure him that you were and walked away.

Just then, headlights flooded the graveyard and JJ hissed. “Code red. Code red. Square groupers. Square groupers!”

You all shuffled behind the side of the grave, crouching down and turning off your flashlights. Only, John B wasn’t able to turn off his lantern, instead struggling to muffle the light under his clothes.

You giggled slightly at the absurdity of it all, earning you weird looks from your friends. You laughed, simply standing up and pulling Kiara’s hand. “Screw this!” You whispered before taking off in a run with her.

Her eyes widened as you dragged her along, but her legs quickly started moving, as did the other pogues as they followed the two of you.

The large front gates were blocking you guys from the van. You helped Kiara up, giving her a boost over the gates. You were almost up, your abdomen hanging over the top of the gates when you felt a shove at your behind and turned to see JJ helping you over. You almost slapped his hands away from your lower half and watched as he giggled, mumbling something about ‘not minding his hands on your ass.’

As you got over, you watched as John B and JJ cleared it easily. Before you guys could run to the van, you noticed Pope struggling, his shorts having gotten caught on the gates. The men were closing in on him. You saw JJ instinctively grab for his gun and John B dived on him, the two of them getting into it with each other as John B tried to prevent a shoot-out. You and Kiara pulled Pope, who moaned that his shorts were going to tear.

Sure enough, as you got him down, his shorts tore off, remaining on the iron gates as Pope was left in his boxers. You all laughed as you climbed into the van, shutting the doors and driving away as fast as you could.

John B patted your knee, quirking an eyebrow at you, “You sure you’re alright? No snake bites or anything?”

You crossed your arms. “I think you would know if I had been bitten by a snake, John B.”

“It’s too bad really, a snake bite would have been badass…” JJ pretended to drool at the thought and Kiara slapped him over the head playfully.

You were all quiet, probably wondering what was in the package when JJ broke the silence. “Honestly, guys, I think the real question here is how Big John managed to squeeze his way through that rat hole in the door to put the thing there in the first place!”

You all broke into laughter at the thought of your dad trying to get his larger than life body through the hole you had barely fit in.

Back at the Chateau, John B was sat at the dining table, you behind him, your hands holding on to the back of his chair as you leaned over him to see the package.

JJ was trying to eat some sort of moldy bread, which you all wrinkled your noses at.

Kiara and Pope were on either side of John B as JJ walked over, just as your brother was opening the seal.

He overturned the package, dumping the contents. John B unfolded a map, laying it out on the table.

The first thing you noticed was a prominent swirl, a hurricane. Agatha. Then you saw the X. Holy shit.

“X marks the spot.” Pope pointed at the map and John B nodded, whispering to himself. “Longitude…Latitude.”

Then he felt something under the map. Your brother reached under and pulled out an object. A tape recorder.

He pressed play and instantly, the rustled, tobacco filled voice of your father rang out in the Chateau. “Dear Bird and Starfish…”

“Who are they?” asked JJ.

You touched your pendant, which JJ noticed. “It’s what our dad used to call us,” John B explained.

“Bird, I hate to say ‘I told you so,” but I told you so. And you doubted your old man.”

You remembered the fight the day your dad vanished. It had been awful. John B had cried the entire night afterward.

“I suspect right at this moment, you’re filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight,” your Dad predicted. John B’s shoulders sagged slightly as he buried his head in his hands. “But don’t kill yourself yet, kid.” You heard a tearful laugh sound from your brother’s crouched figure.

“I didn’t expect to find the merchant either.” At this, John B raised his head and all of you leaned in closer to the tape recorder, listening intently.

“You were right to call me out. Wasn’t exactly father of the decade,” Your dad admitted.

You tried to control the shaky breath that you released, but you knew that a squeak had made its way out of your throat.

“What can I say, kids? I could smell the barn…And hopefully, we’re listening to this in our brand-new sugar shack down in Costa-Rica, livin’ off passive investments and pulling on permits.”

You snorted inwardly at the idea.

“If not, and if you find this for less than optimal reasons, well, that’s what the map is for.” All of your eyes turned to the X. “There she is, the wreck of the Merchant. If somethin’ happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kids.”

John B picked up the tape recorder, as if he could feel it coming to an end. “I love you guys. Even if I didn’t always act like it.”

Your hands shook with tremors and you gripped the chair harder, your knuckles white.

“I’ll see you on the other side.” That’s what broke John B. He got up, heading to the door and leaning on the side of the front entrance.

JJ looked over the map one more time and exclaimed, “Holy shit, he did it! Big John—He—He found the Merchant!”

You heard the muffled cries of your brother from the front entrance to the Chateau. Kiara approached him, glaring at JJ, “Can you…Can you, please just?”

JJ closed his mouth, mumbling an apology. You watched as Kiara wrapped her arms around your brother, shushing him as he processed his grief. He had been guilty for so long, carrying the weight that your dad had left because of him. Now, John B knew that your dad would have left no matter what.

You felt hands come over your own and turned to see JJ laying his palms over your hands, which were still gripping the chair with an intensity that should have splintered the wood.

“Sorry,” you whispered, letting the chair go. But your hands still tremored. It was like hearing a ghost.

JJ grabbed your hands in his own, nodding at you. Pope walked over and put his arm around your shoulders and you couldn’t say a word. It was taking all your energy just to swallow back the cries.

You shook your head and didn’t stop, refusing something invisible. Worried, JJ grabbed your chin, keeping you still. “What is it, Y/N?”

Your eyes wide, you whispered, “I forgot what he sounded like.”

Your friends headed to the docks, deciding to hang out there for a while to get some fresh air. John B told them to go ahead, walking towards where you were still standing in the same spot near the chair.

“You alright, Star?” He asked once everyone left. You flinched at the sound of your nickname.

You didn’t move, not even looking at him. He touched your shoulder, forcing you to turn towards him.

You looked up at your brother, his eyes still red and swollen from crying.

“He was gonna leave us no matter what, wasn’t he?” Your voice cracked.

John B’s jaw clenched, and he simply wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead. You pushed him away after a moment. “I’m sorry, just-just go with the others. I need some time.”

John B nodded, giving your hand a squeeze, and leaving.

Releasing a breath, you felt your knees shake, no longer able to support your weight and you gingerly sat down, bringing them to your chest. That’s when you finally let the tears that had welled up in your eyes fall, using your hands to muffle the cries that threatened to escape your mouth…listening to Kiara’s ukulele and the excited laughs of your friends.

You were lost…so much so that you didn’t hear when someone entered and sat down next to you.

JJ didn’t look at you, somehow knowing that eye contact would make you feel too weak…to exposed right now. He always knew. You lay your head on your shoulder, your bottom lip quivering visibly.

JJ held your head to his shoulder as your hand took hold of his shirt, bunching it up in a fist. You turned your face into him, shutting your eyes tightly, unable to prevent the tears from resurfacing no matter how much you tried.

“I-I miss him…so much,” You finally admitted, sobbing even harder at the confession.

He only held you tighter, letting you use him as a literal shoulder to cry on. As you quieted, your sobs becoming cries becoming hiccups becoming sniffles, you turned your chin upwards. You were looking at his jaw, which was set in a manner that looked uncomfortable. He looked angry, or maybe…sad.

“It’s not fair,” said JJ. “It’s not fair, and I wish there was something we could do but we just—can’t.”

“I know I said I didn’t, but I have to believe he’s alive, JJ.”

JJ nodded, finally meeting your eyes. “I hope for the sake of you and John B that you’re right.”

You finally began to straighten, pulling yourself together.

“Parents are good at disappointing us, aren’t they.” He said it like a statement, like a truth of the universe that couldn’t be denied.

You chuckled, your throat still stuck, wet with tears. You echoed his words back to him. “At least…At least you’ve still got us, right?”

A beautiful grin spread across JJ’s face, making you smile as his crooked teeth showed.

You flicked his nose. “You’re such a mama bear, JJ.”

His nose wrinkled. “Excuse you?”

You smiled. “The way you’re so quick to get defensive? And rarely self-defensive…it’s always someone making fun of Pope or someone treating Kie wrong…you’re runnin’ at em’ guns-a-blazin’…literally.”

JJ reached his hands behind him, placing his palms on the floor of the Chateau and leaning back. He stared at the ceiling. “You do the same thing.”

You snorted. “That’s where you’re wrong, my friend. I’m just mental. I go looking for fights. It’s not normal; it’s not out of the goodness of my heart. It’s-It’s borderline self-destructive is what it is.”

JJ pushed your shoulder. “At least she’s aware.” He straightened up, leaning closer to you. “Trouble is what you are.”

You nodded. “Does that scare you?”

JJ shrugged. “A little. Don’t want you getting into trouble that you can’t get out of is all. You wouldn’t do that, though, right?”

You had a feeling he was thinking about your earlier conversation about drugs. You winked. “No promises, Bear.”

JJ laughed in disbelief, eventually just lying down on the floor and closing his eyes.

He opened his eyes a minute later and you cleared your throat, looking away to make it less obvious that you had clearly been admiring him.

You could see his smirk in the corner of your eyes but choose to ignore it.

He stood up, pulling you up with him and leading you outside. “Come on, Trouble, our friends are waiting.”

You had the sinking feeling that if he took your hand like that, you’d let him lead you anywhere. Now that…that scared you.

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I think it’s time to show some lines and how much I’ve improved eh?

“ You see, we're all living our lives confined in this little, locked room, we store our thoughts here, our dreams, our doubts, our darkest confessions. But the right people come along with a key and find the real us quivering in a corner of ourselves we fear with all our fuckin' might. All of humanity fears. And so in the span of a blink life created death to separate what is bad, and what is good. “ - Shawn Werdelstein

“ I look deep into my eyes and I swear I can see her darkness flickering in my damn eyes, she took my heart in her murderous stride, flaying me of all my salvation, tellin' me I was nothin' more then livestock on her farm of delicacies and delights. “ - Lupin Rinderez

“In the end I was never really human in the eyes of those who hate me, was I? I was always a toy to those more wicked then I, and so I have rotted in a chest of forgotten dolls and stitched together souls lost to time." - Ingretta Shazowlla

“ Some men are born for prison. They're raised in a cell, and told this is all you can ever be, and when they finally scratch their way out of that prison, they start to get homesick, so they find themselves a new cell, a new Hell, a new home away from home. Chaos is peace ta the broken man. “ - Francis Killvawhile

“ Karma doesn't care about how small the sin was, she just reaps. “ - Scarla Scottaine

“ There's something foreign about an empty bed, something unfamiliar about holding my own hand, it's like love is a language we speak, and when it leaves us we can no longer speak the language of the loveless, because we're already native in the country of love. “ - Finn Desandra

“ The darkness of my past caught up to me and killed the kind pure hearted man I thought I'd forever be, I was always doomed to become a reflection of my father. But with these bloodied and cracked pieces of me I'll bleed him with broken pieces of his reflection. “ - Alviro Conritz

“Isn't it funny? How men and women alike will pull a trigger on another when faced with a gun at their own heart, held steady in the hand of a man who never misses?” - Remington Burlwitz

“ I am Eve luring Adam to his fate.” - Belle Nalroma

“ I am a grave of fireflies and ravens whom head out to war, a wolf of death and anguish that drove me to madness. Don't you call me a freak, I'm just a little bit different, my mind is an eternal state of flickering emotion and madness that has never left me be. In truth the firing of this rifle is the only thing that keeps me alive, it is the beating of my heart and the howl in my soul, so dare you fire back with pieces of your heart shattered in the bullets? “ - Luther Woolhaun

“ I feel like a blank slate that's always re-written. “ - Wendell Ace

"I look at who I am with judgmental eyes.” - Earl Mumford

“ Believe the tales of dead men, they have a perspective like no other. “ - Earl Mumford

“ Stepping up to me ain't a fucking war, it's an execution disguised as such. “ - Saul Northutt

“ Decaying and gentle I shall be lain to rest as the Devil the world mourned. “ - Jonkiv Kramteil

“ Look, the truth is a hard pill to swallow, but swallow it you will. “ - Simon Rossburg

“ I'm a killer and a cheat, if my dagger is unstained remember, there's etches of lives lost on the handle, do you really wanna become another scar on the wood of my blade? “ - Killgrove Butcher

“ Mercy is a surefire way to meet God, so I sling an old club wrapped in barbed wire over my shoulder and watch the river spill crimson. “ - Olivia Juarez

"They call kindness weakness, so I must be the strongest bitch in town.” - Olivia Juarez

“ My wrath comes down like a cold rain of daggers when faced with the wicked, if they ain't ready to die then they best fucking prepare for it, cause those who use the powerless as a simple stepping stone to Heaven don't deserve the breath in their damn lungs. “ - Lucille Ramaswami

“ That man, that wicked fuckin' man, 'e's an old vulture sittin' atop the Church waitin' for the holy ta fall down the steeple, 'e swoops down and picks their bones 'a love, 'a holiness, 'a morality. And den, the holy become the damned. “ - Maxwell Soderstrom

“ The Devils and snakes in the grass should fear the gardener with his shovel ready to bury the pests." - Guarva Plucker

“ Don't call me your hero, cause heroes don't kill good men." - Al Hunderson

  "Brother, there's somethin' sinister brewin' in the bones of humanity, has been since the Neanderthals huddled in caves, lighting fires underneath the murky walls of a place they could call home. I'm afraid you're gonna have to be a little more specific." - Roman Hemlock "Ya can always spot the little, tinges of darkness in the bad man's eye, the little seams of pain that follows 'em." - Sandro Colorfeid

"I slither and slide into the darkness, a basilisk hiding in shadow and sin, biting into the forbidden fruit of Eden with glee and cruelty flickering in my snake likes eyes." - Vexine Hatchet

"I stood with blood on my hands and a snarl on my lip. It was from that moment on, Nico no longer were." - Nico Litchenfels

“ I'm a cutthroat fucker with his heart bared open and cruel on his trench jacket's sleeve. “ - Nico Litchenfels

"I stood like a question never asked, and then before I had the chance to give myself an answer in the echoes of my insanity, she smiled and asked who I was." - Zachariah Rinderez

"I have died a thousand times, Minerva. But you make me want to live again." - Simon Drogace

"I'm not lucky enough to be me." - Simon Drogace

“Do you ever feel like, your mind is a hammer?” - Simon Drogace

"He stood there, like a wicked omen of what never should've been, a testament to all humanity tried to kill." - Neal Marrows

"Losing yourself is a game no one can win." - Neal Marrows

"You know me, just a grave of who I was, grasping the soil wondering why it always slips between my fingers." - Sam Dellwotfire

"Someone once asked me what life before war was like, and truthfully, I've never known." - Hunter Creasey

"You spend your whole life under the shadow of death it starts to become you, and as you let the light it in, as you let your heart burst in seams of color and little figments of love and joy, that's when the shadow casts itself over you the longest. As soon as you start to live, death comes on by to greet you as if she were an old friend, and as I live through the essence of love and peace, I can see a smile filled with the lost lives of all whom ever walked greeting me on a road all too familiar." - Hunter Creasey

"I'm the mad man's greatest friend, but in the eyes of the sane, in the eyes of all whom stand against cruelty, I'm a weapon, an atomic bomb that'll level the city of peace to dust." - Moores Thomas

"It is in madness and grief we find who we really are. So who's to say humanity was supposed to live in peace? After all, even our mind tells us things we could never dream of with intrusive thoughts, and in the end some of us succumb to the darkness every single mind brews." - Moores Thomas

"You see, madness starts with a small seed the human race calls trouble, it comes in many different variants, some get in very small dosages all their lives. But mad men get a taste of trouble long before they know what the word means." - Moores Thomas

"The way I see love, it's an interesting sort of medicine. One moment it stitches together the loose threads of your heart, and in the very next it unravels you like a spool of thread." - Cornelius Combs

"I walked into the Church only to be spat out, falling down the sinner's steeple coughing up bloodied pieces of my faith." - Takizen Fruivein

"Challenging what I've become is a fools game, and my friend, I am no fool." - Allinza Harzvi

"Humanity is not inherently kind, everything we've seen, and everything we are, is proof of that testament." - Allinza Harzvi

"We are never in the same boat, we are in the same storm, facing life's darkness with different privilege's." - Caldvain Lucelo

"You know, someone once told me you have control over your own mind, but as it drifts away from me as smoke in the dying embers of a midnight wildfire, does that statement still hold true?" - Harvin Scoviney

"God does not help. He observes." - Victor Da Ville

“ You can't explain what evil means without mentioning the feared name of Cassidy Vanderberg. “ - Cassidy Vanderberg

“ I'm a hero, and I know, it's a heroes curse to go down in history, shooting her glory through the chamber of a revolver, leaving the world with the gunfire smoke of her gun, but so be it man, so fucking be it. “ - Miella Fang

“ Tragedy runs through my veins like the blood I bleed.” - Harkman Burtrow

“ You can run your hands through these cracked and yellowed pages, wondering when I lost my mind, but you won't find any answers in my chapters. “ - Mortelo Vonenwoft

“ ”You ever feel there’s jus’ this empty box where your heart’s supposed ta be? I've shoved all my monsters in this box, my addictions, my anxiety, the thoughts that don't go away. But sometimes, the box starts ta open, and I can't even push the door back, cause I'm too busy with this ghost followin' me like a yappin' chihuahua. “ - Isadore Rast

“ Everyone is always sayin' you're strong, for fightin' past that hurt, but am I? I didn't fight, I fuckin' stumbled, I fell, it wasn't just a battle, it was a god damn war I still wage. The gunfire echoes and cocaine ghosts will never leave me be, cause I made the mistake of losin' myself ta the bad side of life, and I just can't forgive myself for that kinda shit. “ - Isadore Rast

“ I'm not a recoverin' addict, I'm just a fuckin' ghost. “ - Carrigan Hopva

“ I met myself on a dead end street, she looked distraught, with chunks of hair missing, cigarette on her lip, trying to light a match in the rain, eyes troubled with memories of what would be. She told me to keep my enemies close, cause god damn, they were everywhere, but she never told me I'd be standin' in a house of mirrors. “ - Rain Morvosina

“ I tell myself, I could've done better, I could've saved the circus, but truthfully, not a single man can stop fate in its tracks, he would become another splatter on her railroad within a series of seconds and terrible events. “ - Bortosley Velltwo

“ I'm guilty ‘a first degree, of lil ol' me." - Howard Wraith

“ Oh mum if ya could see me now, sinnin' on the other side 'a paradise lookin' for reasons ta stain me teeth the color of me jacket. “ - Davy Blight 

“ I ain't the poor lil' boy who shot at 'is brother with orange capped revolvers and plastic swords, mate, I'm the real fuckin' deal. This venom 'a trouble and sin flows like blood in me veins, corruptin' the essence 'a who I fuckin' was. “ - Davy Blight

“ I'm the darkness your mother says ta stray away from, the boogeyman ya're mum tells ya snatches away naughty boys and girls in the dead 'a night, and worst of all mate, I'm Lind fuckin' Blight, bastard son of the seas. “ - Lind Blight

“ I'm just old honey whiskey sitting on the shelf gathering dust and mildew, locked in this little cabin of darkness and decay, wondering why no one cares to pop open my cork and let this darkness and mold spill to the soil of a freshly dug grave. “ - Roxane Vanderberg

“ I met her in a garden 'a roses, and there she stood as the only thorn. “ - Kayella Wisp

“ I've gunned bad men down on the streets, cackling and sinful they died, cruel and wicked they lived. “ - Hoshino Akinori

“ I once went into an old confession booth, sins sat heavy at my shoulder, salvation far off as it always seemed to be, and as that preacher listened to my darkest secrets I was sure he would damn me. But he told me salvation is for all, and that God loves whosoever follows the path of the righteous. “ - Erika Vans

“ I used ta live with one foot in the grave, wondering when the hell I'd become my last name, but then I met a wise man in the woods and found myself once again. Sometimes, we're lost, and we don't even know it. So I think destiny sends us a Messiah to lead the way ta who we are, and as Pennington took my hand in the darkness, I knew I'd found who I am past all this trouble. “ - Alonzo Graves

“ I traverse this labyrinth of my heart and soul, trying to find myself in the midst of all this trouble, but these mirrors are starting to look like enemies, and this maze is starting to become a prison cell. “ - Andre Jollows

“ Deep in my soul is the sound of war calling me home, and death whispers in my bones that she wishes to hold me close as I fade gently into the stars, but I sigh strapping my boots on in the morning, putting this old gas mask on my face and facing another venomous day. For I am a curse, wondering where my blessings went." - Max Caldiph

“ If my heart were a painting, it would be a starless night sky, the trees wilted, stripped of their leaves standing as threadbare omens of the bones etched in darkness that hold me up and the roses would be black, decaying with some dead scent of mercy burning whosoever walks into this garden of death's nose. “ - Apollos Quinn

“ Who I am ain't even me, he's just someone I've been for too long.” - Drew Dreadful

“ I died halfway to Heaven and too close ta Hell. “ - Dylan Huffers

“ I was living a life of trouble and cigarette smoke, chasing lies as if I were just a harmless little kitten, batting my hands at another yarn ball, always wondering why it ran away from me, but as my mother held me in a gentle embrace and showed me the way to paradise, I found out that it's better to be you then somebody else. “ - Scottie Bloodvallo

“ My mama once told me sometimes you gotta fall and stumble to learn who you are, because it's as trouble and peace wage war that we discover who's side we're on, and as those old foes grabbed their rifles and loaded their cannons, I came to realize I never wanted trouble to become who I am. So I picked up my guns and fired a couple rounds of peace into my head. “ - Marty Thievekit

“ You wanna run with the wolves, but brother you're sparrin' with chihuahuas, ya wanna play with the big boys, but you're frolicking in a garden full of gnomes and fairies, you wanna go knuckle to knuckle with your demons, but brother you surround yourself in angels. Do you really expect to kill a man while you're swingin' plastic blades and firin' bullets from a cap gun? “ - Walton Burke

"The truth will always sound like a lie to he who doesn't want to admit he's wrong. “ - Stewart Astoria

“ I'm tied up and tangled in the webs of madness, cackling at the midnight sky as these bastards try to fire bullets of sanity my way. But god damn baby, I'm bullet proof. I take what I want when I want it, so as I slam these bullets of madness into the echoed chamber of my revolver and put a few holes in my mind do you think it'll be me seepin' through the corners of this old mental ward, or will the ground pool crimson with my sanity? Guess there's no way of knowin' til I pull this trigger, sanity and purity spilling like crimson ink in my mind. “ - Ares Malstone

“ Forevermore I shall stand as a threadbare omen of the unholiest parts of mankind, drifting away from myself like the wildfire smoke of a dying confession.” - Alastair Sambridge

“ My mother once stared me dead in the eye and said I was not so holy, one day I would sputter up all the pieces of me and succumb to the Devil inside, and I must say, the old wicked witch was right. My father told me I was just a sin, drifting forevermore into the midnight sky, and as I pulled the trigger upon a battlefield I came to realize fate vows for promises made by wicked people. So by God, I vow to die, I vow to choke on these holy pieces of me and sputter up my dying breath. “ - Alastair Sambridge

“ Who I am is such a far cry from who I was, if you looked at a photograph of me at ten years old you wouldn't recognize the eyes that smile, for as you look into the cracked lenses and into my eyes, it is not me you find. But rather, it is the insanity that swam in Calzell's eyes when I met him." - Ackilzo Thyme

“ My mother once told me that rage whispers into the ears of the broken that they deserve nothing more then this unsteady heart beat of broken bottles and cracked knuckles, but it's the ever smiling lip of peace that brings the sorrowed man back to himself. So I oughta wonder why peace keeps on scowlin' at me. “ - Varvaina Escobar

“ It seems it is the nature of humanity to point blame at those who are howling with regret, love beating empty in an open chest. “ - Sarkelus Johnson

“ Sometimes, life just fades before your eyes and ya don't have enough time to catch it, so you slowly drift away from it yearning for the gentle touch of death. But you know what? We all need a hero every once and awhile, and as Barbara lays her head against my chest, dancing her fingers across my shoulders and cheek, I think I damn well found my hero. “ -Rob Percstand

“ I don't wanna die with dreams, I wanna die with memories, man. “ - Revie Scollinew

"In the outback of Montana my tale began in crimson stained history. I look to my aunts and uncles and see murder deep inside of their hearts, but they should've thought twice before taking my heart in their rough hands, for there is something dark that's brewing inside of me, and if I were them, I would start looking underneath the bed for monsters." - Enoch Avoxin

"There's a certain truth, to madness." - Zachariah Rinderez

"Hold honor close to your heart and you'll end its beat." - McKormick McReavey

"You know, everybody says, this won't happen to me, I'm just your average everyday person, collecting my paycheck, paying my bills, living my day to day life just like everybody else. But what we seem to forget is that we're all normal people, we're all just a little bit average enough to stand out. And when these tragic things do happen to us, we stand in a stunned silence our whole world falling apart, and all we can utter is, "This can't be happening to me." - Ray Burzfoll

"If I could strip the emotion from my mind I fear I would do so in a heart beat." - Wyatt Demouchett

"Love comes and goes but power drifts on by and stays." - Dastallio Sanchez

"Darkness has intertwined itself within my heart sputtering the light from out my throat." - Cornelius Shmackelstein

“I am not myself, so what the fuck am I?" - Coraiza Scotchfuel

"Living in reality is the most cruel form of torture for a mad man." - Draven Scotchfuel

"It is as if she makes my black and white heart burst with some form of color it's never seen." - Armello Vanrick

"Perhaps it was always a mirror hiding inside of my closet." - Julie Forkroad

"The world went dark before it fell, we were just playing a waiting game." - Brooke Bergmeir

"I've got more fighting days left than you have years." - Maximo Guanch

"If everything exists, nothing does, really." - Arthur Wellburn

[rahleeyah]

I was going to chill on sending these to you but dammit I’m deep into 12x03 “Behave” for the first time and I have a lot of feelings.

As a general rule I am very anti-Jennifer Love Hewitt as both an older millennial and fellow resident of the same LA area in which she lives lol. But holy crap she has really moved me with her performance in this episode, and the case is just devastating.

Olivia. Well, this Olivia is the Olivia of dreams. So warm and strong and supportive and such a warrior and I’m a little dead inside. This is the Olivia everyone deserves in their corner. The Olivia everyone falls in love with because we have all needed her at some awful, horrible point in our lives.

And my heart just flipped a thousand times over after we realize she’s spent the night on this case and Elliot automatically brought her coffee. When Elliot raised his concerns about the case, and then immediately heard her out and backed her play. This was the EO I loved. This is the Elliot who was the only person strong enough and brave enough for Olivia to lean on when she had nothing left. This is the Elliot who would catch her after she had given all she had to someone else.

Holy fuck Olivia’s “you’re my bitch now” line was just…*chef’s kiss*

Ooooh, I see the twist now. This is the “I Am Evidence” episode. That documentary, by the way, is one of the most disturbing and heartbreaking things I’ve ever seen. I volunteered as a rape crisis advocate in college and was called down to the hospital to hold the hand of women in some pretty shitty situations. And to find out so many kits went untested after all the heartache and work it took to collect that evidence? I just don’t have the words. I’m still infuriated.

A point that always stayed with me in the documentary was that aside from murder, rape is the most violating and violent crime, and the key to catching these criminals who are likely to commit other crimes is right at our fingertips and we just…don’t take advantage. The ROI on testing these rape kits and putting such a large swath of dangerous criminals behind bars is just enormous. Like it would be so beneficial to everyone. But it’s not the first time rampant sexism and misogyny has stood in the way of progress 😡

I’ll get off my soapbox before I rile myself up so badly I can’t sleep. I would take a million more important episodes like this. It was a nice reminder of why I loved this show so much in the first place.

Preach. Good Lord. One of the things I love about svu is they try, so hard, to take Issues™ and present them in a format that is accessible to like. The average American network tv viewer. They're gonna talk about solitary confinement and private prisons and immigration and how police coerce confessions and the national rape kit backlog. For a lot of people watching, especially 10, 15, 20 years ago, this is the only gateway they have to these issues and it's so important and I love them for it. I love Mariska's passion for this specific issue and how hard she has fought to bring attention to it, and to try to do something about it. And the backlog issue comes up again and again, bc it still hasn't been solved. Bc the conversation and the efforts to address it need to be ongoing. Ooof that's good shit I love that.

But also love your thoughts here about eo. Even when they disagree he hears her, and he will always have her back. He is all in with her, always. And how can he not be, when she is so good, so determined, so fucking righteous? Goddddddd I love them.

[storyofmychoices]

Exposed

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Characters: Bryce Lahela, Olivia Hadley (MC), Zaid Mirani

Prompt: Understanding - @choicesmaychallenge​​ ; @kinda-iconic​​

Rating: PG-13 (petting, mild language)

Notes: This takes place shortly after my fic Firstlight , when Zaid covers for Bryce because Bryce told Zaid he knew his secret.

A special thank you to @princess-geek​​ who has been so sweet trying to inspire me and help me feel better all day. 

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Olivia’s head tipped back, her eyes fluttering shut. “We really should lock the door.”

His teeth grazed her neck, never breaking from her skin, “I’d have to stop.” His talented hands caressing their way up her stomach, pushing her shirt up with it. “Do you want that?”

“No!” Her skin prickled in delight as he nipped at her neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair holding him there. “We’ll risk it.”

His low chuckle vibrated in her ear. She could feel him smirking. 

Her hips began grinding against his, as he pressed her further against the shelves. Soft moans escaping both their lips. 

Olivia lifted her arms as he attempted to remove her top. She gasped at the sound of the door handle turning, her arms falling down (and her shirt with it). 

“We’re kinda busy here, dude,” Bryce declared barely looking up as the door crept open.

Olivia’s face flushed. She quickly pushed Bryce away, pulling down and straightening her shirt. “Sorry, Dr. Mirani, we were just leaving.”

Zaid grumbled something beneath his breath, too low for either of them to hear. 

“Thank you for covering for Bryce the other morning. I really needed that,” Olivia smiled, biting the corner of her lip. 

“I thought we had an understanding?” He glared at Bryce, before shifting his narrowed gaze between them. “I should’ve known pretty boy couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

Bryce rested one hand on the shelf behind her, leaning into it, a simpering grin playing on his face. “What can I say?”

Zaid locked the door. 

Bryce raised his brow tilting his head to the side at the proposition. “I mean you’re not my first choice, but you did call me pretty,” he teased.

Olivia backhanded him against his chest, causing him to double over—more in laughter than pain. 

“Fine,” he shook his head, regaining his composure. “Let’s tease Zaid about his secret instead. Remember when I told you about it?”

She gave him a curious look; knowing he had never told her anything, despite her insistence.

“Yes. Get it out,” Zaid crossed his arms in annoyance. “Dr. Delarosa and I are having a relationship. I would appreciate it if you kept this between yourselves. Though I’m not sure why I’m asking since clearly Dr. Lahela could not.”

Olivia’s mouth fell open at the confession. 

“Holy shit,” Bryce gasped, his expression matching Olivia’s.

“But...You said you knew?” Zaid questioned, becoming more horrified as he studied their faces, realizing they had no idea what he was talking about. “When you said you’d keep my secret if I kept yours…”

“I was bluffing. I mean everyone has some secret,” Bryce explained nonchalantly. “But, hey, good for you, Zaid!” 

Zaid scowled at him, his unwavering gaze only made more urgent by his twitching eye. 

If looks could kill, Olivia was certain this one would. 

He loomed closer, moving between them. His attention never leaving Bryce. Without looking, he reached out and snatched a box of sterile needles on the shelf behind them. “Not. A. Word.” He warned. 

“Yup. Your secret is safe with us. Who are we to judge interoffice affairs. Have a good day...” Olivia interlaced her fingers with Bryce’s and dragged him quickly toward the door. 

It was all they could do to keep it together when the first person they saw in the hallway was Ines. Olivia pressed her fingers tightly against Bryce’s hand warning him to keep it together. 

“Dr. Hadley,” a familiar voice called, from down the hallway. “We need you.” 

“Of course,” Olivia tried so hard not to laugh as she turned in Baz’s directions. “I’m coming.” 

He nodded and retreated back toward the diagnostics’ office. 

Olivia leaned into Bryce giving him a chaste kiss. She shook her head, smiling in amusement at everything that transpired, “You’re so bad.”

“Just the way you like it,” he winked.

Olivia rolled her eyes and went back to work, secretly pleased with the new information. Even Zaid deserved to be as happy as she was with Bryce.

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[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

You Deserve a Love... Chapter 4

Damian Wayne x reader

Word Count: 1461

Tag: @slowlydrowningme @hhhellish

Link to Inspo Post: Post

Summary: EXPOSED

Another weekend, another round of you and Damian fending off his family’s attempts to tease and get the two of you together. At least this time it was only a fraction of the group since Dick finally asked Olivia out, Jason was busy doing . . . something, and Steph was stuck at home doing some work for a class. So it had become movie night with Cass, Babs, and Tim; all of which had called it quits and gone to bed in your spare room a while ago. Which left you exactly where you wanted to be: alone with Damian in the comfort of your own home.

“You know, it’s really not fair that they cram us together on the couch, but I’m not allowed to kiss you,” you complained after rolling your head on his shoulder enough that you could see his face.

His hand froze where it had been petting your hair for the past few hours. “What’s stopping you now?”

You pretended to think about the question for a few moments, eyes flicking back and forth as you took in his green ones. “You know, you raise a good point.”

A little scoff left Damian’s mouth at your antics, but you could see the telltale upward quirk of his lips that signaled his amusement. Then his hand slid down to grasp the back of your neck to guide you into a sweet kiss, his teeth nibbling at your bottom lip in a way that sent sparks dancing all the way down your spine. “Come here, habibti,” he mumbled around your lip, free hand moving to grasp at your thigh.

Obediently, you slung your leg over his to straddle him, hands coming up to tangle in his hair. A little moan left you when he pulled you closer, pressing your hips against his.

“Holy shit!” Tim’s voice shouted from the hallway.

Instantly, your face flushed so much you were certain Damian could feel the heat. Just as quickly, his arms moved to your middle to hug you closer protectively. Of course, you used that to your advantage and hid your face in his shoulder.

“Drake . . .” Damian snarled, anger radiating off of him in a way you’d never heard before.

“I knew it!” the older brother shouted.

You leaned back enough to look over, and sure enough all three of your guests were standing in the doorway. Babs and Cass looked like the initial shout woke them enough that they scrambled into the room to investigate the source of the commotion while Tim looked as wide awake as ever. No way was your relationship staying quiet now.

“So maybe we caught the feelings bug,” you announced as casually as you could.

Now, you almost wished you let Damian beat time to a pulp last night, because the first post you saw on Instagram the next morning was a picture of your boyfriend kissing you fiercely on the couch, and you could only assume Tim took right before everything went to hell. The caption of [This is not a drill. I repeat: THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!] just made you roll your eyes. At least he asked last night if you guys cared about going public. For the record, the answer had been no, but you two were milking the peace of anonymity for as long as possible.

Cass’s comment of, [He’s gonna kill you when he sees this . . .] did bring a smirk to your face despite your mild fear.

And of course you had to chime in, [Not if I get to him first]

“She’s right,” a deep, sleep-rough voice rumbled behind you. “I am going to kill him.”

“No using your ninja skills to kill your brother.”

“Please,” he scoffed, “I wouldn’t need those skills to take out Drake. And that is beside the point anyway; I want him to know I’m coming.”

“You’re not killing Tim.”

“Yeah, please don’t!” a voice pleaded from the other side of your bedroom’s closed door. “It was just so cute; I had to share it!”

“What are you doing out there?!” you squawked in surprise, instinctively clinging tighter to Damian.

“Drake!” the man snarled once more.

“I’m going on a coffee run!” he yelped. “I was about to knock to see if you guys wanted anything!”

“Just get the usual!” you called over whatever Damian had been about to say. As soon as you heard Tim’s feet scurry away, you dropped your head back onto the pillow. “I’m gonna have to explain to Liv today . . .”

He trailed a finger down your side. “Do you want me to be there?”

You rolled over so you could look at him properly and promptly smiled at the cute, ruffled look he was sporting. It was a sight that never failed to derail you. “Hey,” you greeted with an undoubtedly dopey smile on your face.

Damian’s eyes immediately lost the hard edge to them. “Good morning, habibti, but that does not answer my question.”

“Something tells me you’ll need to handle Dick and Jason, so no. I’ll be fine.”

He looked apprehensive. “Call me after?”

You leaned up to kiss him sweetly. “Of course.”

One mildly hostile conversation with the guests later, they left and Damian hung back for a few minutes to say goodbye. So basically, you spent ten minutes kissing by the front door while ‘trying’ to peel yourselves away so he could leave. Eventually, you parted enough that you leaned your forehead against his.

“I love you,” you murmured, “and I think I am ready for everyone to know. I’m tired of hiding you.”

He gently pulled your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. “As am I. Take care. I will be waiting for your call.”

True to your recent run of rotten luck, when Damian opened the door he almost ran face-first into Olivia’s raised fist; clearly, she had been about to knock. That hand fell to rest on her cocked hip as she looked between the two of you with one eyebrow raised. Yeah . . . Your choice to steal a shirt from Damian that was both too big and too expensive to even possibly be yours was something you were beginning to question.

“Damian Wayne,” he greeted stiffly, offering a hand to your friend.

“Olivia.”

In the ensuing awkward silence, Damian could only clear his throat and turn back to you. Heat raced to your cheeks when he leaned in to kiss one and whisper a quiet, “Love you,” before making a quick exit. A difficult feat given his height, general muscle bulk, and Olivia still standing in the doorway.

“So,” she started expectantly as soon as the door closed behind her, “got something you want to tell me about?” Her eyes flitted pointedly to the emerald t-shirt that was doing its best to cover your frame.

“Damian and I have been dating for four months,” you stated plainly.

“And you never thought to tell me? Forget the lying, but you hid having a serious relationship that makes you happy from your best friend for months.”

You could only shrug helplessly. “It was nice to just . . . figure things out without any pressure from anyone.”

Her teeth visibly gritted. “Does he make you happy? Really happy, not just you being supportive of a friend that needs someone to love him?” Sadly, that question wasn’t something you could argue against. At least one of your exes fell under that umbrella.

“Yes,” there was no hesitation. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”

Her frown lifted ever so slightly. “I’m still mad that you lied to me,” Olivia warned, “but I’m glad for you. You’ve been . . . better since you met him.”

“Huh?”

“After the last few people you’ve been with, I was worried you’d give up. For a while that spark of romance in your eye was almost dead, and I was scared of what would happen.”

“You could only stare in stunned silence. Had she really noticed that? For all that time you thought you were successfully hiding the numbness you were feeling chipping away at your will to live. Now, you learn the opposite? “I love him,” was the only response you could come up with. You supposed it was true. Ever since you’d gotten with him, there seemed to be a lightness to your life you weren’t sure you’d ever had before.

“Good.” There was a finality to that word. “Because that picture was so cute!”

“Good, because Time almost died for it,” you laughed, mimicking her tone. “Now, how did your date go?”

Her eyes narrowed jokingly. “I’m gonna allow the deflection for now since Dick Grayson was amazing and I need to gush, but don’t think this gets you out of details about you and Damian.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[irisrecs]

buzzfeed unsolved fanfiction recommendations

This is all Ryan/Shane— so don’t like, don’t read.

PSA: I am not in any way stating that Ryan and Shane from Buzzfeed Unsolved and Watcher are together, or that I want them to be together; this is for entertainment use only. I urge you to not contact them or @ them on twitter or instagram making comments about their relationship, as they are humans just like the rest of us. Some things are none of our business!

This is a masterlist of my favourite fanfictions in this fandom! Thanks to @gigaledom for cheering me on. Never thought I was going to do more RPF, but here I am.

Under 10k

and i’m puffing my chest, getting red in the face by pissedofsandwich- 6k, Teen

Summary: "Zack's going to be there?" Shane asks, masking his... whatever it is he's feeling in his chest, with nonchalance.

Ryan blinks. "Yes?"

Well, never mind dancing with the fucking sun. He’s Icarus, wings melted and falling face-first into the asphalt.

Or: Shane is definitely not at all jealous of how close Zack and Ryan are getting during the making of Sports Conspiracies. Except that he is.

My notes: They’re both so jealous of each other and so bad at communication. Thank goodness they have their friends to help them out! Really funny and entertaining!

lay your demons at the door by abovetheruins— 7k, Teen and Up

Summary: Ryan had been so careful. For months he had learned to train his face into a semblance of normalcy every time a spirit got too close or he was overwhelmed with some indiscernible emotion on location. He had learned to channel his fear into something more manageable, something entertaining enough for the cameras but not so severe that anyone would be able to tell he wasn’t just jumping at shadows or groaning floorboards anymore.

Shane wasn’t supposed to find out. He wasn't supposed to know.

My Notes: The Seer!Ryan AU that I wasn’t expecting to like so much. A lot of pining and caring! Shane with a lovely ending!

First Impressions by luxbuhree— 9k, Mature

Summary: The chance to work with and sit next to THE Shane Madej was one of the things Ryan was looking forward to, now that he's starting his first day in BuzzFeed. But while he was expecting a charming and friendly guy, he was instead met with someone who couldn't care any less.

Will the case of why Shane hates Ryan remain unsolved?

My notes: In which Shane is really bad at feelings and Ryan has the hots for a certain person who pins him against walls. Awesome ending.

a short history of almost something by cooliohoolio— 6k, No Warnings

Summary: "I think I'll wait another year."

Shane's in love with Ryan, and will get around to telling him. One of these days.

My notes: A lovely short high school! AU with mutual pining. They’re best friends ahhh

only happy accidents by barnes— 8k, Explicit

Summary: In hindsight, Shane is too old to have thought that friends with benefits was something that the two of them would be able to pull off. He’s had friends with benefits before that worked beautifully, but they were not with people whose jobs were tied up in his own, whose friendships were as closely interwoven into Shane’s everyday life as Ryan’s is. He’d thought these were the very things that could keep it from getting weird, because they were such good buddies, Ryan would be solidly cemented as his pal that nothing could shift him.

This was a miscalculation, on Shane’s part.

My Notes: I’m not usually a fan of friends with benefits to lovers, but this had so much mutual pining and fluff that I enjoyed it so much! A must-read.

Gurl, Imma Marry You (ryan is a mess) by orphan_account— 2k, General Audiences

Summary: Ryan is perpetually doing dumb things. Starting a ghost show? Dumb. Going to demon houses? Dumb. Talking to ghosts? Dumb.

But those are all new dumb things. Ryan's known he wants to marry Shane forever. That is an incredibly old dumb thing.

My notes: Really cute and fluffy and I love it so much. It’s a kind of read-to-make-yourself-feel-better kind of fic!

Por Favor, Sweetheart by carrieonfighting— 8k, Teen and Up

Summary: Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late

Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

My notes: Normally not a raising-a-child-fic person, but holy smokes this was written so well and the fluff! the domesticity i-

Pushing All Your Buttons by beethechange— 9k, Explicit

Summary: Ryan and Shane get stuck in an elevator at Buzzfeed HQ. There is tension. They relieve the tension. That’s it, that’s the fic.

My notes: I was literally able to see the tension floating off my laptop in front of my face, it was so palpable.

Under 20k

like you want to be loved by poetdameron— 16k, Teen and Up

Summary: "Settle down with me", Shane says without thinking and as Ryan looks at him with wide open eyes, all he can think of it's how many of Ryan's secrets he knows, how Ryan likes his coffee, and the fact that he has loved him since the moment Ryan first looked up at him and smiled.

My notes: The PINING and CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT and ANGST my god. Really well written and lovely happy ending.

ships that pass in the night by beethechange— 20k, Explicit

Summary: The more Ryan thinks about it, the more he thinks he just needs to return the favor, that’s all. And then it’ll be done, like it was meant to be done weeks ago, and they can both move on for real.

It’s not that he wants to. It’s that he won’t be able to stop thinking about it until he evens the score. He has to restore balance to the Force or order to the universe, or—or whatever. It’s a karma thing.

“I think you have to let me jerk you off,” Ryan tells Shane one night. They’re working late, alone in the Watcher office, one of many such late nights these days.

“Wh—here?” Shane asks. He looks around, baffled, like he’ll have been magically transported somewhere else. “Have to?” And then: “Let you?”

My notes: haha what if I dare you to jerk me off dude haha don’t be a chicken

Do you not know how love works? by leylines— 12k, No Rating

Summary: “Fuck you, man,” Ryan growled, rubbing his tailbone where he landed on when he fell down just moments ago.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what Devon already thinks we’re doing,” Shane said cheerfully, not at all sounding bothered by the thought.

“Oh shut up, dude.”

My notes: One of my favourite things in this cold, dark universe is when two characters are dating but they don’t know it but everyone else does. This is so hilarious and warms my dead heart

Full-Court Press by beethechange— 12k, Explicit

Summary: To be clear, these are not tactics Ryan would recommend. Being an athleisure-obsessed pervert, and lying, and clothes-sabotage: these are not things he’s proud of.

But they have undeniably worked.

Shane’s standing next to him in the hotel lobby while Devon checks them all out of their rooms, and he's wearing a sleeveless purple Lakers jersey and the world’s softest, clingiest sweatpants. It’s so exactly as Ryan pictured it, so precisely in line with his fantasies, that he has to pinch himself.

My notes: Really hot and funny and p i n i n g

may your days be merry and bright by bodhirookes— 19k, General Audiences

Summary: “Your turn, Ry Ry.”

Ryan looks down to find only one piece of paper remaining. “Wow, so much selection to choose from.”

“No time for your negativity, Scrooge. Your Secret Santa deserves a better attitude.”

Ryan sticks his tongue out, but takes the slip of paper. He’s loudly yelling Give me Jen, please please please give me Jen as he unfolds it, but he’s too busy begging for her to be truly prepared for what he ends up getting:

A simple but damning SHANE in Andrew’s scribbly handwriting.

Or, Ryan gets Shane for Secret Santa and has a subsequent breakdown about what to get him

Notes: This is so sweet and cute and I would die for both of them. A lovely classic christmas fic!

want you in my room by beethechange— 13k, Explicit

Summary: As they watch, Tall Guy takes his beanie off, revealing a mess of thick, shiny brown hair. He runs his hand through it to shake out the hat hair and Ryan feels like he’s stuck in an Herbal Essences commercial, except he’s the one making inappropriate lustful noises.

Ryan adjusts his snapback, determined. He is, after all, wearing his very finest basketball shorts, without even a single hole at the hem, and the knowledge puts an extra spring in his step.

“I’m gonna climb that dude like a tree,” he tells Curly.

My notes: Just really dumb, cute pining in a wonderful frat boy/nerd college AU!

Long boys

Muscles Better and Nerves More by beethechange— 26k, Explicit

Summary: “I’m serious,” Ryan says. “Don’t go fucking up my body. I want that shit back in the same condition I left it.”

“The same condition—Ryan. I’m not spending hours in a gym every day so you don’t lose muscle mass.”

“I want you to treat my body with the respect you would a national park. Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.”

***

A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way.

My notes: This is so sexy and in character! A freaky friday kinda scenario where they only switch back when they pull their figurative heads out of their asses. So wonderful.

Dreams to be daring for by allonsy_gabriel— 24k, General Audiences

Summary: On May 11, 2018, Eleanora Rose Austin was born in Chicago, Illinois.

On May 20, 2018, Shane Alexander Madej agreed to act as the godfather to his best friend from college's daughter.

On October 26, 2018, Olivia and Michael Austin were victims of a mugging gone sideways.

On October 29, 2018, Shane Madej found himself in the possession of one real, actual, human child.

My notes: Accidental Baby Acquisition is now my favourite trope because of this fic. The fact that they’re already acting like a couple with the baby before they actually become one is sooo beautiful,,, give it a read im begging you

Fifty Shades of Gold by beethechange— 21k, Explicit

Summary: Shane tires of doing the same bits over and over. He tires of telling the same stories until they all, him and Ryan and the fans, have every beat memorized. Whenever Ryan pulls out his Ricky Goldsworth impression, ah yes, that old chestnut, Shane plays along only begrudgingly. He’s bored.

That’s his official position: he’s over Ricky Goldsworth.

Shane’s unofficial position, regrettably, is that he’d rather be under Ricky Goldsworth.

My notes: Shane’s got the hots for Ricky Goldsworth and that’s the TEA. Lots of sexual tension and cute and unsure! Ryan!

Precious metals by StrikerEureka— 73k, Mature

Summary: Ryan and Shane have been moving around something that is coming to a head between them. After a car accident, on the way to an investigation, Ryan slowly starts to become suspicious that Shane might not be what he seems. He realizes, though, that he just might not care.

Shane sits forward suddenly. “Hey, pull over up here.”

Ryan follows the instruction without questioning it, which probably says something about either his willingness to listen to Shane or his sanity. Maybe both; they go hand in hand. He puts on his blinker, even though they haven’t seen another car in a couple of minutes, and pulls off onto the shoulder.

“Are you gonna puke or something?” he asks, putting the car into park, as Shane takes off his seatbelt with one hand and tugs off his Ray Bans with the other.

“You better hope not,” he murmurs as he leans over the center console and kisses Ryan solidly on the mouth.

My notes: My favourite Demon!Shane AU ever! Really sweet and loads of tension and pining... must-read.

darling it’s a faded notion by varnes— 28k, Explicit

Summary: The sun is too bright and Ryan’s whole body is alight with something that is eating him all the way up from the inside out, but he keeps his eyes open and he makes himself look, and he tells himself that once he finds Shane, he’ll think about it. Once he finds Shane, they’ll make a plan. Once he finds Shane, and only then, he’ll let himself have the thought he’s been swallowing down like bile since he came to: that they didn’t fall.

They were pushed.

OR: Ryan and Shane get cursed by a ghost, and now they can't be not-touching. It's ... not great.

My notes: They get cursed and have to be touching all the time!! and they’re pining so hard y’all like what more could one want

Bed-warm Hands and the Ghost of Elvis by MiraclesofPaul— 21k, Teen and Up

Summary: They get used to sharing a bed while filming the show. Ryan's just trying not to let his feelings get in the way.

So Ryan tells himself he’s going to ride out whatever it is they’ve fallen into, but he’ll bow out gracefully when the time comes. He can just enjoy the now.

My notes: They share a bed!!! And their hearts!! so much lack of communication, it’s wonderful

Hope that someone will enjoy these fics that I did so very much! If you want more buzzfeed unsolved fics let me know because i’ve read sooo much fanfiction...

—Iris

[trashcanreddiefan]

The 3rd Annual Losers’ Club Christmakkah Celebration

Summary: The Losers gather for their third annual Christmakkah celebration, which doubles as Richie & Eddie’s wedding.

Word Count: 3600-ish. (This one got away from me.)

Warnings: Usual Trashmouth swearing.

Author’s Note: Post-Chapter 2. All of the Losers are alive in this fic, including Stan, because canon can suck it. 3rd in what will now be a (at least) 4-part series where the Losers take turns hosting Christmakkah. Part 1 here, part 2 here.

CROSS-POSTED AT AO3.

Richie watched as Eddie slept soundly next to him. How did I get so lucky, he thought.

Not only did he have a successful career he now enjoyed, an adorable niece and 2 nephews that he loved to spoil, and the best friends he could possibly ask for, but he was also about to say 'I do' to the man he had been in love with his entire life. 

All of the Losers would be involved in his and Eddie's wedding in some capacity. Once Mike had found out that Richie and Eddie wanted to get married on Christmas Eve he had offered to host Christmakkah at his house so they could have a private ceremony on the beach behind his house and wouldn't have to worry about the added stress of hosting the Losers; Stan and Bill would be Richie & Eddie's witnesses/best men, respectively; Beverly would escort Richie down the aisle to Eddie and had personally designed their suits; and Ben would officiate.

Mike had also planned a joint bachelor party for them, the seven original Losers all going out to a local nightclub earlier that evening.

He must've tipped off the DJ when he had gone to get the first round of drinks, because shortly after Mike came back she said, "I hear we have a bachelor party in the house tonight, where are our two lucky gentlemen that are getting hitched?"

Richie's eyes widened as Bill, Mike, Bev, Ben, and even Stan -- the traitor -- all hooted and pointed over to him and Eddie. 

"Well now, look at this gorgeous couple," the DJ said. "Congratulations and best wishes!" She winked. "Enjoy your night, boys."

Richie drank just enough to get a good buzz going but not so much that he'd pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow, which is why he was still awake at 3 AM while the love of his life softly snored beside him.

His thoughts were interrupted when Eddie stirred. "Rich, I can feel you staring," he mumbled before blinking blearily up at Richie. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Just thinking," Richie replied.

"Is it about the wedding?" Eddie sat up, looking panicked. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

Richie quickly shook his head. "No, no, absolutely not. I've never been more sure about anything in my life than I am about marrying you. I just… It all feels like a dream, like I'm going to wake up from the Deadlights and the past 2 years won't have actually happened."

Eddie studied him for a moment before reaching for him. "Come 'mere." He pulled Richie into his arms and lay them both back down, tracing gentle patterns on Richie's bare back. "It's not a dream, you know," he whispered into Richie's ear before gently kissing his shoulder. "I'm real and I'm here and I love you more than life itself."

"Love you too, Eds," Richie murmured in reply. "Can't wait to marry you."

"Try to get some rest, ok?"

Richie nodded sleepily. Eddie was an expert at getting Richie to relax enough for his brain to shut off for a while. "Ok," he whispered before nodding off into dreamland. 

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Late the next morning Richie woke up to a fully-dressed Eddie pressing light kisses to his face. "Morning, soon-to-be husband," Eddie murmured against his lips.

"Mmm, yeah, husband. I like the sound of that," Richie replied, grabbing Eddie and rolling them over to kiss him more thoroughly.

Eddie squeaked as Richie kissed his way down his neck to his collarbone. "Come on, Rich, we don't have time." 

"Wedding's not till 4, you sure we don't have time, Eds?" he mumbled, dipping his tongue into the sensitive area between Eddie's head and neck. He'd kill me if he had a visible hickey in our wedding photos, he thought, resisting the urge to suck a mark into Eddie's clavicle, although he couldn't deny that having photographic evidence of his physical claim on Eddie was a bit of a turn-on. He settled for planting soft kisses along Eddie's collarbone before gently grazing Eddie's pulse point with his teeth, one of his hands sliding underneath Eddie's shirt along his rock-hard abs.

Eddie bit back a moan. "It's already noon, we have to finish getting everything set up, and we'll both need time to shower and get ready, and -- Jesus Christ, that feels amazing. I'll -- I'll let you ravish me as soon as we're married, how about that? You can even drag me off to Mike's utility closet and have your wicked way with me if you want."

"Mmm, promise?" Richie rolled his hips into Eddie's.

"Yeah, baby, whatever-- Fuck, Richie." Eddie groaned. "Whatever you want, just wait until after we say 'I do'."

Richie gave Eddie one final kiss on the lips. "Okay."

He hopped out of bed and headed for the dresser, grabbing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He hid a grin as he heard Eddie mutter 'fucking tease'. "So what's on the agenda for this morning?"

Eddie huffed then sat up. "Ben and Bill are setting up the awning outside, Bev is steaming our suits, Patty and Audra are taking the kids to get Olivia's hair done, and I'm going to head with Mike and Stan to pick up dinner for tonight. Bev will bring your suit in here once it's ready -- I'll be getting dressed in Mike's room." He got up and straightened his shirt from where Richie had rucked it up.

"Oh come on, Eds," Richie said jokingly. "You don't really believe in all that 'bad luck to see the bride before the wedding' stuff, do you?"

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "No," he replied lowly, walking towards Richie, "but I already want to jump you and I know if I see you in your suit before the wedding I won't be able to help myself, and I would much rather be able to take my time peeling it off of you after you're my husband."

Richie shivered as Eddie backed him into the wall. "Christ, Eddie." 

"Mmm hmm. I know, baby. Me too." He gave Richie a chaste kiss. "See you later, gorgeous," he said with a wink before walking out the door.

Richie got dressed at lightning speed and walked out into Mike's backyard and down the boardwalk to the beach, where Ben and Bill were putting the finishing touches on the awning.

"Hey, there's the other handsome groom," Bill said. 

"Morning, guys," Richie replied. "Need any help?"

"Nah, we got it," Ben said. "You just focus on getting married later. Got your vows done?"

Richie and Eddie had talked it over, and since the only people at their wedding would be the Losers and their respective spouses, they had decided to write their own vows since they wouldn't have to censor themselves… much.

Richie smiled. "Yep."

"Gonna let anyone read them before the wedding?"

Richie shook his head. "Nope."

Bill grinned. "Am I going to have to make sure Eddie doesn't kill you before you two are even married?"

"We'll see," Richie replied with a wink. "Since you guys are done I'm gonna go see if Beverly needs any help."

As if summoned Beverly appeared behind him. "Wow, guys, that looks great."  She turned to Richie. "Your suit is in your room whenever you're ready to get dressed."

Richie gave Beverly a hug. "Thanks, Bev." 

"You busy?"

Richie shook his head. "No, looks like everything is taken care of here. Need me to do anything?"

Beverly smiled. "Yep, come with me."

She grabbed Richie's hand and dragged him to her and Ben's rental car.

"Where are we going?" Richie asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

Beverly squeezed his hand. "We're getting you ready to get married."

She brought Richie to a moderately upscale salon where the stylist tamed his wild curls into something that was manageable, but still very much Richie, then they swung by the florist to pick up the boutonnieres before heading back to Mike's.

Beverly ushered him towards the shower. "Now, go get ready and try not to get your hair wet. I'll see you downstairs."

Richie took a brief shower, managing to avoid ruining his hairstyle. He had gotten his shirt, pants, socks and shoes on and was attempting to tie his bowtie when there was a knock on the door. 

"Rich? You decent?" came Stan's voice.

"Yeah, man, come on in!"

The door opened and Stan walked in, wearing a black suit similar to the one Richie was currently sporting. "As your best man, I feel it's my duty to see how you're doing," he said.

"Fine, fine," Richie replied. "Never better, to be honest."

"Here, let me help you. You've always been completely useless at tying a tie," Stan said fondly, giving Richie a warm smile.

Richie sat down on the bed. "Thanks, Stan."

Stan made quick work of Richie's bowtie, straightening it once he had it knotted and handing Richie his suit jacket. 

Richie stood and slid his suit jacket on.

Stan pinned Richie's boutonniere to his lapel and quickly ran a lint roller over the suit jacket. "There, you're all set."

Richie walked over to the mirror and caught the first glimpse of himself in his suit. He froze as the realization struck him. "Holy fucking shit, man, I'm getting married," he said. "To Eddie."

"Aaaand there it is," Stan said, turning Richie back toward him and guiding him back to sit on the bed.

"What the fuck am I doing, Stan?" Richie asked, his voice starting to wobble. "Why would someone as perfect as Eddie want to be with a fuckup like me? I'm just some hack comedian who got lucky telling other people's jokes and Eddie's out there saving lives and shit. He's too good for me, I don't deserve him." 

"Rich, buddy, look at me. It's okay, I promise." Stan gently placed his hands on Richie's shoulders. "Eddie loves you, and I know he wouldn't have asked you to marry him if he didn't. You're way more than just a hack comedian -- and I swear to God if you ever tell a soul I said this I'll deny it till I die -- but your original material is actually pretty damn funny."

Richie siffled. "Thanks, Stan."

Stan dug in his pocket. "Here, Bill gave me this to give to you."

He handed Richie a folded piece of paper. On the outside, written in Eddie's neat script, was Richie.

Richie unfolded the note and began to read.

I know what you're thinking, and stop that nonsense. I love you and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as my brilliant, funny, loving husband.

See you soon,

Eddie

Richie laughed tearfully. He folded the note back up and tucked it into his pocket before wiping his eyes.

Stan checked his phone. "It's time. You alright?"

Richie nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm ok."

"Ok then, let's go." 

Beverly, who was escorting Richie down the aisle, was waiting for him by Mike's back door. "Richie, you look wonderful."

"Well of course, my suit was personally designed by the best," Richie replied with a wink.

"Good luck, Rich," Stan said, giving Richie one last hug before slipping outside to let Ben know that they were ready. "See you out there."

Beverly patted him on the arm. "I'm proud of you, Richie."

"Bev, I'm so fucking lucky," Richie replied. 

Beverly smiled warmly. "So is Eddie, honey. You two are good for each other."

The music started up and she offered him her arm. "He's waiting for you. Ready to go get married?"

Richie nodded. "Abso-fuckin-loutely."

Beverly opened the door and led Richie down the stairs to the pier. Richie glanced up and locked eyes with Eddie, whose smile bloomed so brightly that it made Richie's heart flutter happily in his chest.

Any residual nerves he may have been feeling suddenly left him. That's my husband, he thought.

Beverly escorted him to the end of the aisle, where she gave Richie and Eddie each a kiss on the cheek. "Love you both," she said before taking her seat between Mike and Patty.

Richie turned to Eddie. "Hi," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you," Eddie whispered back, giving Richie's hand a brief squeeze.

Ben cleared his throat. "Dearly beloved Losers," he began, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Eddie and Richie, who have asked us to join them as they pledge their lives to one another.

"Eddie, Richie, before we begin let me just thank you both again for asking me to officiate. It's truly an honor and I love you both so much. I didn't meet you guys until we were 13, but I could immediately tell that there was something special between you two and I've loved to be able to watch your bond blossom and grow once we all reunited."

He looked down at the piece of paper he held. "Now, please face each other and join hands."

Richie took Eddie's hands in his own, rubbing his thumb over Eddie's ring finger as Ben began to read.

"These are the hands of your best friend, strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever. These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and will comfort you like no other. These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it, support and encouragement to pursue your dreams, and comfort in difficult times. And these are the hands that even years from now will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just one touch."

He looked up. "May we have the rings, please?"

Audra, who was holding her and Bill's son Max, and Beverly, who was holding her and Ben's son, Burke, set their respective sons down and handed them each a ring box containing Eddie and Richie's rings, whispering, "Go see Uncle Richie!"/"Go give this to Uncle Eddie!"

Richie couldn't help but make an aww sound as his nephew toddled over to him. "Thanks, bud," he said, squatting down and giving Max a hug before sending him back to Audra.

"May you be reminded each day how precious a gift you have each been given as you exchange rings as a symbol of your love and devotion to each other," Ben continued. "Now, Eddie and Richie have decided to write their own vows -- God help us all." He paused as the Losers all burst into laughter. "Eddie, would you like to go first?"

Eddie took Richie's left hand in his. "Richie, ever since the day we met you have been the sun in my solar system, the brightest star in my sky, and the biggest pain in my ass."

Richie honestly wasn't sure if he was going to laugh, cry, or blurt out something inappropriate so he bit his lip in order to keep his mouth shut.

Eddie quirked a smile before continuing. "But honestly, there's no one else I'd rather go through life with than you. You are my life, my love, my forever." He slid Richie's wedding band onto his finger, squeezing his hand before letting go.

Ben wiped a tear from his eye. "That was beautiful, Eddie. Richie?"

Richie took a deep breath. "Eddie, my love," he began, "All I ever wanted when we were kids was to be able to spend my life with you, but growing up I never thought I would be able to have that happiness. God, what I wouldn't have given back then to have been brave enough to tell you just how much you meant to me and to be able to hold you and kiss you. Well here we are 30 years later, where I'm now able to do all that and more. Better late than never, right?" He winked at Eddie, who seemed to be fighting back tears even as he let out a chuckle. 

"Every day I thank whatever higher power is in existence that I have you in my life. You are my best friend -- sorry Bill and Stan, the debate is finally settled -- my heart, my soul, and my partner in crime, in life, and in love. Words cannot even begin to express the love I feel for you, but I hope to be able to show it to you today and every single day for the rest of our lives." He slid Eddie's ring onto his ring finger, placing a soft kiss there as he did so.

Eddie was openly weeping. "You ass -- asshole, I -- I was expect -- expecting your vows to be fun-- funny," he hiccuped.

"Sorry to disappoint, babe," Richie said, wiping away Eddie's tears with his thumb.

Eddie shook his head. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too."

Ben discreetly blew his nose before continuing the ceremony. "Ok, well since there's no way anything could possibly top those vows, by the power vested in me I now pronounce you married. Fellow Losers, please join me in officially welcoming Misters Edward and Richard Kaspbrak-Tozier!"

Richie reached out and tilted Eddie's face up for their first kiss as husbands. He took Eddie's left hand in his and raised them above their heads, the setting sun glinting off of their matching rings. "We fucking did it!" he cheered as their friends surrounded them with love and congratulations.

Later, after Eddie had dragged Richie off to make good on his promise of a thorough ravishing,  the Losers sat in Mike's living room, warm and sated from Christmakkah dinner and good wine.

They had completed their Christmakkah gift opening and Bill, Ben, and Stan had just returned from putting their respective kids to bed. Richie and Eddie sat together on Mike's floor, fingers intertwined and Richie absentmindedly rubbing his finger across Eddie's wedding ring.

Bill stood and held up his glass. "I'd like to make a toast to the newlyweds," he announced. "Richie, Eddie, may your marriage be blessed with many years of happiness, laughter, and love. Congratulations, guys. We love you."

"To Richie and Eddie!" everyone echoed before taking a sip.

Richie gave Eddie a kiss before standing. "Actually I'd like to say something as well." He turned to Eddie. "Eddie, my husband, love of my life, congratulations on being the one to make an honest man out of me. Since Ben, Stan, Bill and Mike are all tragically straight, I guess you'll have to do."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "I knew you had written joke vows," he muttered fondly. "Jackass."

Richie chuckled. "No but seriously, thank you for loving me and bringing light to my life. I'm looking forward to spending a lifetime with you."

He turned to the rest of the Losers. "To you guys, thank you all for being a part of our special day.  You all went above and beyond to make sure that everything went off without a hitch, and I know that Eddie agrees with me when I say that you are the best bunch of Losers we could ever ask for. Mike, thank you for being such a gracious host and for putting up with Eddie's bridezilla-y ass the entire week before the wedding." 

"Hey!" Eddie protested. "You're the one who walked down the aisle, if anything you were the bride. I just wanted to make sure that we weren't forgetting any details."

"Whatever you say, oh husband of mine." Richie winked as Eddie got a sappy look on his face at the word 'husband'. Oh, I'm going to enjoy milking that for all its worth.

"Bill and Stan, thank you for being our witnesses. Really feeling the OG Losers love. Bev, thank you for designing my and Eddie's suits. Never thought my husband could look any more gorgeous than he does in his scrubs, but fuck, was I wrong. Ben, you were the best damn officiant we could've asked for. We love you, man. Patty, thanks again for taking wedding photos for us, we really appreciate it. Audra, same goes for the video. Now I have proof for when Eddie denies crying during my vows."

While he was talking, Eddie had gotten up and gathered gift bags, handing them out to each adult Loser in addition to handing an additional gift bag to Beverly, Audra, and Patty for the kids before returning to Richie's side and wrapping a hand around his waist. "Rich and I have a small gift for each of you as a token of our appreciation," he explained. "Hope you guys like them."

Richie and Eddie watched as each person pulled out their gift - a personalized wine glass and beer stein for the adults with the phrase, "Losers' Club est. 1989" and their names underneath and a personalized hooded towel for the kids with "Junior Loser" and their names monogrammed into the corner. 

"Patty, Audra, even though you two married into the Losers' Club, you're still official Losers in our hearts," Richie said, placing a hand over his chest.

After everyone had finished their drinks they bade each other goodnight before beginning to disperse to their respective rooms, Richie and Eddie heading hand-in-hand to theirs.

After they had showered and brushed their teeth, Richie climbed into bed, hovering over Eddie. "Hello, husband," he purred.

"Mmm, hello yourself, husband," Eddie replied, pulling Richie in for a tender kiss. "God, we're really fucking married, aren't we?"

Richie hummed in the affirmative. "Till death do us part, baby. No takebacks."

Eddie was silent for a moment. "No takebacks, huh? That gives me an idea."

A few days after they arrived back in Los Angeles, Richie sent a photo of his and Eddie's ring fingers sporting matching tattoos with their wedding date. Decided to make the symbol of our love a little more permanent. ;)

[fluffy-marshmallow-heart]

Drake's Diary ch.25 -A Spot of Tea

The Royal Romance canon from Drake's POV

Words: 1619

I know you guys have been waiting, but it seems this is a filler chapter on PB's part. But it can still be fun. I believe things start coming to a head starting next chapter though! I hope you enjoy this in the meantime!

 Master List (Catch Up Here)

Drake was glowering at a table all by himself. Another tea party. I can’t believe I’m at another tea party. What is with nobles and tea parties? Why can’t they have a whiskey party or a hearty food party? It’s always gotta be tea…

His thoughts were interrupted as he saw Emma walking onto the grounds, and his breath hitched as he took in her slim figure in a scarlet red dress, with lots of little detailing. She looks gorgeous. Wow. Make way for the Lady in Red.

  He waved her down. “Rose! Over here. I thought I’d be stuck drinking tea alone.”

She grinned at him as she approached the table, and his heart fluttered at the way her eyes shined brightly directly at him.

“Sadly for all of us, that’s not the case.” Olivia sits down beside Drake as the tea house’s staff begins carrying trays of tea cups and pots to each table. As Emma joins them, he looks around for Hana, but sees her with Xinghai and her two noble suiters, Neville and Rashad, close to the royal party’s table.

Alrighty then.

He slid his eyes over to Olivia. “Hmph. Did Madeleine send you to sit with us exiles?”

“Not as such, but there was only one other available table.” She nods at said table, where Penelope is eagerly chatting with Kiara. Her voice carries over the word “poodle” and Olivia shuddered.

“Your company seemed…marginally preferable.”

“Olivia, It’s okay. You can admit that we’re friends.” Emma broke in.

Once again, speak for yourself, Rose. She is not my friend.

Olivia’s mouth fell open, and Drake thought he saw the hint of a smile. “I…I just find you less insufferable than Penelope.”

Ha. Yup, definitely was a smile in disguise. “Coming from you, that’s like a confession of love.

“We’re basically besties.” Emma laughed, as Olivia rolled her eyes.

A server approaches with a kettle and tray. She carefully adds tea leaves to the pot and fills it with water. The server drains the first infusion into a pitcher, and after filling the tea pot again, pours the pitcher’s contents over its closed lid.

“Nooooo! Not my tea!” Maxwell races over to the table, looking stricken.

Emma rose an eyebrow. “Relax, Maxwell. It’s part of the service.”

“Oh, good.  I thought my tea privileges were being revoked.”

“Not unless you’ve committed tea crimes you haven’t told us about.” She teased

“I wouldn’t hurt a leaf! Except by drinking it!” Maxwell chuckled at his own joke while everyone else just stared at him.

“Where on earth have you been?” Drake demanded. Leaving me here alone, leaving Emma to fend for herself, letting Olivia sit down, I could just go on. I deserve an explanation.

Maxwell looked at him like he had two heads. “Looking into Tariq’s whereabouts! We got a tip that he’s somewhere in Los Angeles. Hiding deep undercover.”

Drake scoffed. “That figures. He’s off living it up in Hollywood while you’re here cleaning up his mess.”

“I’ve started calling any menswear store whose price tags start at three figures, but since we’re on opposite sides of the Pacific…they’re all closed right now.”

“Oh. Thanks, time zones.” Emma frowned, and Drake took her hand under the table. She gives him a grateful smile.

“Don’t worry, I left them a bunch of voicemails. I told every store that if they don’t call me back as soon as they’re open, they’ll face the wrath of House Beaumont’s lawyers! I think Bertrand would be impressed.”

A look of surprised crossed Emma’s face. “We have lawyers now?”

“The stores that I called think we do!” Maxwell told her happily

Squeezing her hand lightly, Drake turned to face Emma. “How are you holding up, Rose? Now that we’re finally getting to the bottom of this whole mess?”

She scowled. “I am ready to throw a party when this is all over.”

“Just say the word and I’ll make it happen.” Maxwell jumped in excitedly

Oh boy, here we go. We definitely don’t need another Beaumont Bash…

“Whatever you’re picturing is probably too much party.” Drake informed.

Maxwell gasped. “There’s no such thing!”

The server finishes readying the second infusion of tea and pours each person a cup.

Maxwell takes a sip and his eyes widen. “Wow. I though top-shelf wine had layers, but this tea’s undertones have undertones.”

Drake sniffs his cup and takes a tentative sip. “Huh. Strong stuff.” This really isn’t so bad for tea. But still…coulda been a whiskey party…

“Is that a compliment?” Emma gasped.

He shrugged. “You’ve got to respect a drink that doesn’t pull its flavor punches.”

“I think it’s delightfully full-bodied.” Emma agreed.

“I’m surprised you like anything that didn’t come out of a little mesh bag.” Olivia smirked.

Emma chuckled. “Tea bags aren’t half bad. And they’re convenient.”

Olivia shook her head in disdain. “I’ll take a proper cup of tea like this any day.”

“Then it sounds like we’re going to need more.” Emma said, gesturing to the empty pitcher.

“Another!” Maxwell raises his tea cup over his head…

“If you break that, we’ll have to pay for it.” Emma acknowledged nervously.

Maxwell looks at her, then at his tea cup, and slowly sets it back on the table.

Holy shit. He actually listens to someone. I need to remember this for future reference. If anyone needs Maxwell to do something, just have Emma say it.

“Here. You can finish mine.” Drake handed him his cup.

“You’re a true friend, buddy.” Maxwell accepted.

Drake narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me buddy.”

“You’re a true friend…friend?”

“My name is Drake.”

“Aww, look at you two. Getting along just like old times.” Emma teased them, obviously trying to get ahead of the situation and the dialogue Drake was sure he was about to start spewing.

Instead he sighed. “Yeah, yeah. No need to make a big thing out of it.”

“Are you sure? I’m feeling a group hug coming on…”

“There will be no hugging at this table.” Olivia’s voice cut through menacingly as she glared at the entire group.

“For once, I agree with Olivia.” I can’t believe I just said that. Can I take it back? No, damn, because then I would have to hug Maxwell…and Olivia…and Emma…okay, I’d love to hug Emma right now.

“…Maybe later.” Maxwell whispered loudly enough for all of them to hear.

Nope. I side with Olivia. 100% Team Olivia.

I’d better go check on Hana.” Emma announced abruptly, standing up and nodding towards where Hana is seated, as Neville and Rashad both stood and left their seats.

“I’ll keep them in line while you’re gone.” Olivia grinned.

Excuse me??  “Who died and left you in charge?”

Maxwell nodded in agreement frantically. “I didn’t vote for that!”

“I just expect everyone to be in one piece when I get back.” Emma makes her way between tables, not even glancing at them as she left.

I’m not even sure she heard us right now…

Olivia turns to Drake and Maxwell. “So, boys. Whatever should we do with ourselves? You can start by finding more tea. I do love more than one cup. Certainly one of you can handle this.”

“I uh…just remembered I have to go do that thing…” Maxwell started.

“Oh yeah, me too.” Drake chimed in.

“Oh, sorry, it’s really kind of private Drake. It’s the thing. In the place. That you…can’t go?” Maxwell darted away, and Drake’s jaw dropped as Olivia burst out laughing.

“I guess it’s you and me, commoner. And the tea. Go, shoo. Get the tea.”

“I’m not…getting…your tea.” Drake gritted out

Fucking Maxwell. I cannot believe he just did that!! Just leaving me here, again, alone, with fucking Olivia at my table. And he’s talking to Emma!! Damnit!!

Olivia begins speaking again, and Drake immediately tunes her out, watching Emma approach Hana and her father and wondering what they’re arguing about.

“I’m sure they’re not arguing about you, Drake. For some unknown reason, Emma has taken quite a liking to you. Hana’s got her own issues. She can’t handle them on her own, so she drags Emma along to help her speak.”

“Why would Rose be talking about me?” He questioned.

“I just she wasn’t. What, are you deaf too?”

Drake was about to return a snappy comeback when Emma plopped back down beside him.

“That could’ve gone better.”

He turned to her, full of worry. “What happened? We saw Hana leave.”

Emma sighed. “She and her dad got into a fight. She actually told him she wasn’t interested in Neville. I’m not sure if me being there made things better or worse...”

Drake’s eyebrows shot up. “Well, good for her. It’s about time she told her parents to lay off.”

Olivia tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Interesting. It seems she’s discovering a backbone.”

Maxwell sauntered back over as well, and guests start rising from their tables as the servers clear the tea trays away. They begin forming a line into the garden with King Liam waiting at the front.

Emma watched with curiosity. “Where’s everyone going? Are we line-dancing now?”

Olivia blinked. “This is a court, not a barn.”

Maxwell shook his head. “I think we’re just supposed to pay our respects to King Liam before we leave.”

Ugh, I just want to go.  “Leave it to the court to turn saying goodbye into a ceremony.” He grumbled, getting up and leaving the table. Everyone else can say their goodbyes. Drake is heading back to the hotel to find himself a nice hard drink.

We’re leaving for New York tomorrow. Back where everything began. Back where we met. Back where…Back where Maxwell chose her for Liam…Yup. I’m hitting the bottle tonight.

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Bittersweet--Part 2 (Liam x Olivia)

Soooo��because I think too much, and want to know everyone’s story, pushing ahead and making this a three parter.  (Drake x Riley, Liam x Olivia, Liam x Riley) The premise is my idea of what happened the night of Liam’s proposal to Riley. Parts of the fanfic will be NSFW. It’s not exactly canon and at times, may seem a little OOC for the players. Liam may or may not be an ass in this part. Fair warning: this is a hot mess. Seriously. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please excuse any typos and/or grammatical errors.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: Destination Vertical, Masha Qralla: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzbE19yMtxc

Word Count: 4052

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Liam x Olivia, a bit of Liam x Riley, Liam x MC

As Liam pulled Drake’s room door closed behind him, he released a shaky breath he did not know he had been holding. He moved further down the hall before stopping and leaning against the wall. He did not want to intrude on Drake and Riley’s privacy, and did not want his intruded on. Perhaps this wasn’t one of his better ideas. The pit in his stomach, the pain in his heart was even fresher now that his suspicion was now his knowledge.

That night in Italy. Liam had sent a message through Maxwell, asking Riley to meet him at the beach so they could talk. Liam wanted to speak to her about abdicating and building a life together outside of the Crown. It was the only solution with the lack of progress in the investigation into the photos.

But he wanted to do more than talk; he was hoping the pearl he found last year in the Blue Grotto when vacationing with Leo was still where he left it. It was a small pearl, but he was proud of it because he found it himself. He told himself he would hide it in the crags so no one else would find it; whenever he found a bride, he would bring her there on their honeymoon and surprise her with it. Tonight, he wanted to take Riley to the Blue Grotto and give her the pearl.

He waited by the shore, in front of the rowboat he had rented for the night. Time passed. Was Maxwell able to deliver the message? Did she not want to see him? Then he saw her crossing the beach, looking beautiful in that red dress from the Italian dinner earlier. She grinned as she got closer. “You requested my presence, Your Majesty?” Her tone was teasing.

Liam pulled her into an embrace, kissing her chastely on her cheek when all he wanted to do was pull her into him and take her right there on the beach. “Ah, yes. I was hoping to spend time with you this evening in the Blue Grotto. In ancient times, it was a popular bathing hole for Roman emperors and it is absolutely breathtaking. I used to go there when my family came here for diplomatic trips. Back when Leo was to be King…” His voice trailed off as his face clouded and he lowered his head. He shook his head as if to clear it and looked back to Riley with a smile. “I would love to show it to you, if you’re up for it, and perhaps talk about our…future.”

Riley looked at him, her expression apologetic. “I’m sorry, Liam. It’s been a long day and I am quite tired. I just want to sleep for a week. Can we…re-schedule? At least the talk part?” Liam was crestfallen but he understood.

“Of course. How inconsiderate of me to not realize how stressful the day’s events must have been for you. May I escort you to your train car?”

“Oh, no no no.  I can make my way back just fine.” Riley leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, and he watched as she made her way back across the beach.

He stood at the water’s edge for a little while, watching the waves flow and ebb as he tried to quell the tinge of uneasiness he was feeling. Finally, he made his way back to the train car and found himself at the bar in the dining car. Olivia was there, nursing a glass of wine.

“Lady Olivia”, Liam greeted her with a slight bow.

“Join me, Liam. What brings you here?”

Liam settled into the bar stool next to Olivia’s. “I was hoping to spend time with Lady Riley this evening, but she was tired and has retired to her chambers for the night.”

“Really?” Olivia’s tone was skeptical as she gestured towards the train window with her wineglass. Liam followed the direction of her glass and through the window he saw Riley and Drake, holding hands as they walked down the platform. It was no leisurely stroll; they were walking with a purpose. They were going somewhere. He saw Riley smiling at something Drake said, and then they stopped as Drake leaned in to kiss her. Slowly. Passionately.

Liam was nonplussed, and looked at Olivia with shocked eyes. Holy shit. Olivia swallowed the last of her wine, and grabbed his arm. “Come on, I’ve got a bottle of scotch in my room. Let’s drown those sorrows.”

He followed Olivia blindly through the cars until he was in her room. After a bottle of scotch and many tears, he found himself in Olivia’s bed. For him, the sex was filled with anger at Drake and Riley, and self-loathing because he was a better man than this, but he also deserved better treatment than the two people he trusted more than anything were giving him.

When he and Olivia were finished, Liam spoke as he dressed. “Thank you, Lady Olivia for the scotch and the…comfort. I hope it goes without saying that every aspect of this evening requires the utmost discretion.”

Olivia was laid back against the pillows, with a smirk on her face. “Just let me know next time you need comfort, Your Majesty. Always happy to lend my…support to the Crown. And no worries, Nevrakis’ are known for keeping secrets.”

Liam told himself he would not be returning, but found himself needing more comfort than scotch as the tour went on. And after tonight, it would be over.

Liam reached Olivia’s hotel room, and leaned one arm against the door, head hanging low, trying to collect himself. The last time. He straightened up and knocked. Olivia opened the door wearing a black silk tank top, black lace thongs, and her hair loose and flowing past her shoulders.

“Liam.” There was no surprise in her expression or tone.

“Olivia.” Liam bowed. He took in her attire. “Do you have company?” Was that jealousy he was feeling?

“No. Not until now. Come in.” Olivia left the doorway to enter the room proper, leaving Liam to shut and lock the door. His eyes followed her, and he saw her fiery red hair contrasting with the black of her clothing, and the paleness of her skin. He felt a stirring at her ass cheeks peeking out beneath the hem of the shirt.

“So, what brings you here at the height of booty call hour?” Olivia sat in a chair, one leg crossed casually over her knee.

For the second time that night, Liam found himself sitting at the foot of a king sized bed. He looked at Olivia, his eyes kind, but no words coming from his mouth. What the hell is wrong with me? Olivia arched an expectant eyebrow. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I…I proposed to Lady Riley this evening, and she…she accepted. “

Olivia’s leg fell to the floor as she righted herself in the chair. She was not expecting to hear this. “What about Drake?”

Liam shrugged. “She confessed to the relationship. I found no need to get confirmation from him as well. Besides, his expression said it all.”  

“You confronted Drake?” There was some trepidation in her voice.

“I also told them both about us.”

Olivia practically leapt from her seat. “What the hell, Liam? What about discretion and keeping secrets?” Olivia was angry.

“Liv, it was never my intention to betray your trust or to hurt Riley. But when she confessed her relationship with Drake, I felt in order for her and me to have a true beginning, I had to inform her of my own indiscretions.” Liam’s voice was soft. “I want to stop the hurting, for us to stop hurting each other. All of us. “

“So Drake knows….”

Liam looked at her with knowing eyes. “I am sure Drake won’t hold it against you.”

Olivia looked at him, green eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m saying that the two women who claim to be in love with me seem to have inadvertently channeled their....competition for a man’s affections towards my best friend.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about. I love you, Liam! You are the only man I have ever loved!” Olivia’s tone was indignant.

Liam looked at her thoughtfully before he stood. “Coming here tonight was a mistake. I thought to offer us both closure, but you cannot be honest with me.”

Olivia was quiet. She didn’t want him to leave.  “So you knew? And didn’t say anything?”

“I am not in love with you, Olivia. Your affections for Drake make no difference to me.” Maybe a little bit.

“For a guy who wants to stop the hurt, you aren’t doing a very good job, Liam.” Olivia bit her lip as she pondered a thought. “So you’re here because she’s with him. She’s getting dicked down by your best friend right now, and just like all the other times, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

Liam’s face was unreadable. “I could easily pass the time alone with a scotch and a cigar. I am here to tell you that I have made a decision, and to bring closure to this situation between us.”

“Oh, so now we’re a situation?” Olivia yelled angrily. “A situation of your own creation. If only you had the balls to choose her at Coronation or at least confront her about Drake before you’re on your knees with a goddamned ring, ALL of this could have been avoided! You know, all you did was take advantage of me!”

“You offered yourself, and I am to blame for taking you up on your offer?”

“You knew my feelings for you!” Olivia’s tone was accusing.

“Oh, the same feelings you have for Drake?” Liam asked with a raised eyebrow.

“My fault, Liam. For a moment there I forgot only Lady Riley is allowed to be in love with both the King and his commoner friend at the same time. Just be grateful I am not the one making fools of you both while I do so.” Olivia’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“And you knew I did not return your affections. Lady Olivia, I never led you down the garden path. You barreled down it full speed ahead, all by yourself.  You thought you could fuck me into choosing you. So if anyone was trying to take advantage here, it was you.” Liam’s eyes were black with anger.

“Ooohhhhh…breaking out titles, are we? You mad mad, huh? Tell me, Your Majesty, who are you most angry with? I vote for Drake. He’s got both your fiancée and your fuck buddy wanting to ride his dick, while you’re stuck holding yours in your hand.”

That hurt.

Liam gave a heavy sigh as he sat back down. “Olivia, I don’t want to argue with you. I have always viewed you as a close friend and confidant. I admit, I was intrigued when you kissed me in Lythikos, but it was more curiosity than anything. I suppose I used Riley and Drake as a justifiable reason to satisfy that curiosity. I should have refused your offer that night in Italy, and I apologize that I did not. I never wanted you to feel taken advantage of, and I most certainly did not mean to do so.”

Liam looked at Olivia. Her face was flushed, her eyes a mixture of anger and perhaps lust. “Good night, Lady Olivia. I will not be calling upon you any longer.”

“What the fuck is that? Calling upon me? I am the Duchess of Lythikos, not some concubine!” Olivia reached for an object off the nearby desk. “FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU!” She threw a heavy crystal paperweight at Liam’s head.

He ducked, then looked at her through narrowed eyes with a shocked look on his face. “You have lost your mind! That could be considered an act of treason!”

“You’re in America now, so stuff your Cordonian laws straight up your narrow, uptight ass. Just be grateful it wasn’t a dagger.”

He stood and advanced on her, pulling her up out of the chair. “You need to control yourself, Olivia.” She responded by beating her fists against his chest. “Why can’t you love me? Why can’t you leave her? You are nothing more than a bitch with no balls!”

Liam grabbed both her wrists with one hand. “You don’t know when to stop”, he hissed.

“Stop me, then.” Her breathing was heavy, the challenge in her voice unmistakable.

“Fuck”, he whispered as he released her wrists, and pulled her to him forcefully. His mouth crashed into hers roughly, their tongues fighting for dominance in their mouths. He felt her body beneath his hands and once again marveled at the differences between Olivia and Riley. Where Riley was soft, Olivia was hard. Where Riley was curvy, Olivia was sharp angles. With Riley, he wanted to do nothing more than worship, adore, and protect her; with Olivia all he wanted to do was break down her walls to see exactly what would make her eyes roll back in her head. Olivia was pliant with him, but Liam wanted her submission. This wasn’t love; this was all about power and the exchange of it.

The lies we tell ourselves.  

His hands ran through her hair, tangling the red tresses. He kissed her as if he were trying to consume her. She tried to break the kiss, but his tongue found her lips and begin tracing their outline. Her hands pulled at the lapels of his tux jacket, drawing him closer for another kiss. She once again broke the kiss, and breathed, “Get undressed. I need to see you naked.”

Liam held her eyes as he shrugged out of the jacket and pushed his shoes off. Olivia was undoing his tie as he unbuckled his belt. Olivia removed his tie and unzipped his pants pulling them down over his slim hips. Liam let out a groan as she laid her hand against his manhood as he fumbled with the shirt buttons. He managed to get 3 buttons undone before pulling the dress shirt over his head in frustration and impatience. 

“Take your shirt off”, his voice was low. Olivia pulled the black top over her head, and Liam’s eyes filled with lust as her pale breasts revealed themselves. He scooped her in his arms and threw her on the bed. He laid beside her, bending his head to take a hard pink nipple in his mouth. He sucked gently at first, but he knew what Olivia liked, and he increased his suckling before biting down hard on the nipple. Olivia gasped in pleasure.

“You have the most delicious breasts.”

“The finest Lythikos has to offer.”

“Hmmmm…it is.” Liam rolled over so he was on top of Oliva, his mouth kissing her on her neck, now arched back to give him greater access. His mouth made its way down, licking and biting her other breast, leaving wet kisses on her stomach, going down further and further.

 He was at her pussy and he stopped to admire it. Shiny with her moisture, with just the hint of red hair lightly lining its lips. His tongue licked her length and he was lost in her taste. Olivia reached down to pull her lips apart. “Eat it all!” Liam’s tongue entered her entry and he began tongue fucking her pussy, as Olivia’s hand guided his head deeper into her. She began thrusting her hips into his face, her juices leaving a light sheen on his face. “You like that, don’t you?” She moaned the question. Liam’s response was to thrust his tongue in and out of her faster.

Olivia felt the crescendo building in her. She grunted as she pulled Liam’s face deeper into her. She began to pant. “Liam…it’s coming….it’s coming….AHHHHHHHH!” Her body nearly convulsed with the force of her orgasm. Her hands tightened in Liam’s hair while her legs locked around his back. Liam was moaning as he licked at all she had to offer him. She tasted like beauty. Eventually, she released him and Liam laid between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as her trembles subsided.

“Your turn”, she said with a grin as he stretched out on the bed beside her. She approached him from the side, her hair spreading across his thighs. Her lips teased him, kissing him lightly down the length of his shaft, pausing to randomly suck gently on his meat.

 Liam stayed silent, his fingers playing in the pool of fiery red hair. Olivia engulfed him, deep throating him. Her teeth scraped along his shaft, nipping and biting as she swallowed him over and over. Normally Liam did not like to feel teeth, but it was Olivia. He would like whatever she did to him. He would never get her submission, but she would always get his. He began to breathe heavily, the combination of tongue and teeth mingling with her scent in his nostrils causing him to grow harder and tighter.

“I want to fuck you, Liv.” It was more a question than statement.

Olivia raised her head. “Beg for it.”

Without hesitation, Liam pleaded. “Please, Liv. Please let me fuck you. Let me please you with my royal cock.”

Olivia gave him a satisfied smile. “Fine, but you can’t look at me.” She never let him look at her. Liam sometimes wondered why, but he never asked her. He could only assume that if they saw the nakedness in each other’s eyes while sharing themselves, it would hurt them both just that much more.

She straddled him reverse cowgirl style. As she slid down his dick, Liam gave a deep moan of pleasure. She was tight, still wet from her orgasm, and the sight of her perfect ass and red hair was driving him crazy. Olivia rode him slowly at first, savoring every inch of his huge, thick dick. As she felt her second orgasm growing, she rode him faster, lightly slapping his balls as she threw her head back.

“Oh, God…..oh, God….oh, God”, Liam panted. His arms were wrapped around her waist as he began thrusting faster into her. “Give it all to me”, Olivia demanded. Liam thrust himself balls deep into Olivia as his orgasm spurted into her. Olivia ground her hips against his cock as she let out a low moan, signaling her second orgasm. She fell forward into the bed, limp.

They lay immobile for a few minutes, collecting themselves. Liam moved first, getting out of bed to pick Olivia up and lay her head on the pillows. He then situated himself so he was laying with his head on her breast, occasionally nuzzling her nipple.

“Olivia, I cannot be with you like this anymore after tonight. Riley and I have pledged our loyalty to each other, beginning at sunrise; but more importantly, I can’t hurt you anymore. And to lay with you only fuels false hope for both of us.”

Olivia’s hand was idly running through Liam’s hair. “Us? There’s an us?”

Liam was gently nibbling on her still erect nipple. He stopped to answer her. “I love you, Olivia but I am not in love with you. You deserve someone who will give you the world, and as long as Riley Brooks is on this earth, I cannot give it to you.” His tone was apologetic with a touch of sadness.

“You know, it was always common knowledge that we would be betrothed at some point.”

“That was a political arrangement made when I simply the spare, not the heir. And now that I am King”….he looked up at her, “you know as well as I do that Cordonia is not yet ready for a Nevrakis to sit on the throne.” He suddenly bit her nipple hard. “And you deserve better than a husband who can only love you when the one he loves has hurt him.”

Olivia moaned in surprise and pleasure at the bite. “I cannot think when you do that!”

They lay in silence for a few minutes, Liam gently grazing at her breast. Then he spoke. “What does Drake have that I don’t?” His voice was plaintive.

“What?” Olivia’s tone was distracted as she tried to pull herself from the pool of desire Liam was drowning her in.

Liam repeated the question. “What does Drake have that I don’t? Kiara, you, Riley….all beautiful, accomplished women who want him. Why not me? Do I not offer enough?”

“Look at me.” Liam raised his head so he could look in Olivia’s eyes. “First, where did Kiara come from, or are you fucking her too?” Liam shook his head. “I carried a torch for you for decades Liam, but you never saw because I’m not meant to be in your life, in that capacity for the long term. Riley….Riley is madly in love with you, but you pushed her aside. Not intentionally, but choosing Madeleine and then having Riley tag along on your engagement tour was cruel and hurtful. She needed more and Drake offered her that. If you want to keep her, you have to offer more. More time, more attention, more communication.”

Liam nodded. “You’re right.” He looked over at the clock, and sighed regretfully. “I should leave now.”

Olivia nodded. “You should. You have a fiancée now. You two should spend at least part of your happy night together.”

Liam got out of bed, walking around the room picking up his clothing. He dressed haphazardly, just shirt and pants. The shirt still had the three buttons undone and he left it untucked. He put his tie in his pocket, and draped his belt and jacket over his arm.

“You don’t look very king-like.” Olivia looked at him in amusement.

“It’s 3am…who’s going to see me?”

Liam looked at Olivia once again. He wanted to kiss her one last time, but thought better of it. “Good night, Olivia. Thank you….for everything.”

“Good night, Liam. See you at breakfast on the train.” Before Liam could make it to the door, she had turned off the lights and settled herself in the bed for sleep.

The King of Cordonia, making the walk of shame. This has got to be a first.

Liam boarded the thankfully empty elevator car and pressed the button for his floor. As he rounded the corner to walk down the hallway to the Presidential suite he was staying in, he saw Riley walking towards the suite from the opposite end. When they met at the doors to his suite, she saw the questioning look on his face.

“I didn’t have my room key. I left it in my purse, and left my purse in your room. Thank goodness we’re on the same floor.” She gave him a weak smile.

He looked in her face and saw her eyes were red from crying, and that she was carrying her undergarments and shoes in her hands. She looked at him and saw his lips were swollen and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and completely untucked. His tie was missing. His jacket was slung over his arm.

They stared at each other in an awkward silence.

So many unspoken questions, so many uncertainties.

Both wanting to hold onto their last night with their lovers, but both also wanting to start their new life together.

Liam broke the silence. “Spend the rest of our engagement night with me?” His tone was soft, his eyes pleading. He gestured towards the suite, the door now opened by a guard.

Riley did not respond immediately. She looked at Liam, seeing her own conflicting emotions reflected in his eyes and on his face. She finally nodded slowly, and followed Liam into his room.

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thoughts on ASOUE Season 3

from someone who remembers the last four books (except for TGG) quite badly - I think I have to mention this at once. Overall I really enjoyed it, but to me, it was a season of bringing everything to the max - an expression which here means "some parts being absolutely perfect but some parts also being completely ruined". More detailed review under the cut.

Things I loved:

Acting. The main kids have developed into really good actors; their performances were outstanding. It is difficult for me to determine how much of Sunny is CGI and how much is actually Presley Smith, but she was as adorable as ever (I LOVED how sweet and pleased her face was when she suggested pushing Olaf overboard). Malina Weissman and Louis Hynes delivered a lot of emotional scenes and showed the inner conflicts faced by the Baudelaires perfectly (also, remember how we speculated about why the Baudelaire siblings never really cry on the show? Well, there was a lot of crying this season and I cried with them, too). The rest of the cast was also splendid. Kitana Turnbull is still nailing it as Carmelita, Lucy Punch is still an amazing Esme, Tony Hale is still a great Jerome. Neil Patrick Harris's performance this season included a number of heartfelt scenes I wouldn't even think the show version of Olaf capable of. Usman Ally's performance, together with additional character development, was more than I could ever wish for Fernald, one of my favourite characters. Really, everyone did great.

I agree with the review that said that in this season, children are finally not overshadowed by adults. The adult characters (Kit, Fernald, Lemony, Dewey) still get more to do than they did in the books, but they do not take up as much screentime as Jacques and Olivia or the Quagmire parents. It is truly the kids (the Baudelaires + Quigley + Fiona) who are in the focus. As it should be.

When I say that something in a book/film/show made me cry, it is often an exaggeration, but I literally wept when Sunny was persuading Violet to leave her in captivity as a spy. Especially when Sunny tied up her hair the way Violet does, and also when she showed that she learned to be brave from Violet. It is my favourite moment of the season.

Quigley. I can't say the Quagmires are my faves, but it's still a pity that the show made Duncan and Isadora (to my mind) pretty bland. Quigley feels like a much more fleshed-out, interesting character than both his siblings combined - brave, resourceful, but also a bit reckless. And he's the only Quagmire who has the right hairstyle (well, at least he looks very much like the Quagmire triplets in the illustrations for the translation I've read).

Fernald and Sunny shared the cutest moments of the season. Yet still - I thought that when Fernald threw the cage off the mountain, he knew it was empty, but even if he did not, it wouldn't be completely out of character for him to sacrifice something he cares about to win Olaf's respect. Loved the Cinderella parallel and how Fernald is a messed-up version of Sunny's fairy godmother. Also when he found out she was poisoned and took her in his arms T_T

The interaction between Fernald and Fiona was exactly what I hoped for, they're ride or die for each other since the very moment they're reunited

Jerome/Charles and Babs/Mrs Bass! I'm choosing to believe both Jerome and Babs survived the fire (I mean, Justice Strauss managed to escape, and she was on the freaking rooftop!) and reunited with their respective love interests. Here for the implication that Charles is now running the lumbermill on his own after Sir fled - maybe it will finally become a better place of employment.

I dreamed of Bea II and Lemony sharing root bear floats and I cannot believe I actually got to have this

Kit and Lemony having some scenes together!

The first shots of the Hotel Denouement... very pretty, very aesthetic 

I liked how it is shown that the Denouement brothers still care about one another despite their ideological differences (the way Frank and Ernest are both clearly grieving during the trial!). Another thing I liked was how at first they made it seem like Kit is dating the wicked brother. If I haven't read the books, that would've been a big "holy shit" moment.

The Man with a Beard but No Hair and the Woman with Hair but No Beard were properly menacing, and making their beard and hair essentially the same but upside down was brilliant. 

Some of the theories they chose to make true on the show are the ones that I believe to be true as well (e.g. Lemony being the taxi driver in TPP, The Man with a Beard and the Woman with Hair being Olaf's chaperones/guardians, Olaf and Esme having murdered Carmelita's parents).

Lemony carrying around photos of his siblings :(

When Violet closed Olaf's eyes, I cried again.

Things I hated:

I propose we all agree that Ish is lying about being the founder of VFD because he hasn't seen new faces in ages and finally there are some new castaways whom he can bullshit about being more important than he actually was and stroking his ego. It became clear a long time ago that the show doesn't give a damn about the canon timeline, but VFD being that recent does not make sense even in the Netflix-verse. What about so many VFD buildings, the underground repurposed as secret tunnels, the whole city being shaped like the VFD sign? It couldn't have happened that fast. What about Kit saying she hadn't learned to hang glide until she was seven? Does not sound like a regular thing to teach a child. Also it means that All the Wrong Questions cannot be adapted for the screen because then the Netflix-verse would contradict itself. The VFD was introduced as such a huge, omnipresent organization, and in the end it boiled down to, like, a group of too ambitious students letting their teacher fill their heads with nonsense The Secret History-style? Ridiculous.

The only things I liked about the opera flashback was how dashing everyone looked (I think this was Esme's best look in all three seasons) and how happy and careless and relaxed they were while Beatrice was singing. In all other respects it was a trainwreck. I am not upset that on the show it didn't happen when the characters were kids because I do not have a strong opinion on what age everyone was then, and because learning that your friends and your girlfriend killed your parents sounds like a traumatizing experience no matter the age. But that's the thing - on the show, it didn't go down like this. The horror of what happened was downplayed by reducing the number of victims to Olaf's father only, by not mentioning Kit's involvement at all and turning a premeditated murder into manslaughter. And where's Bertrand? Olaf blames both Baudelaires but we are shown that he saw Beatrice and Lemony with the darts. It isn't even implied that Bertrand made the darts himself for this purpose specifically because Esme has the same weapon. And how does it all tie with the masked ball scene in s2? Kit writes Lemony a note saying that "Olaf knows" - of course he does, he fucking saw them! Why did Esme have the sugar bowl with the antidote with her at the opera - was she just casually drinking tea with this rare and precious substance to overdose and gain superpowers? What about the sugar cubes left behind - was there also some regular sugar in the bowl to, idk, make it seem less suspicious? An absolute mess, in my opinion.

To continue the previous point: Bertrand seems like an absolutely unimportant figure, his role minimized to a minute or so on the island, and he deserves better :(

This is small in importance but I really disliked that Kit said that Violet ties up her hair just like her mother while in the books it was her father, no matter whether Kit meant Bertrand or Lemony =/

Also, like. Taking "or she!" from Fiona and giving it to Violet. Didn't like that. Neither did I like Fiona calling Phil Cookie.

IIRC they also gave "It's Herman Melville" to Kit instead of Klaus? Why

Larry was a recurring character who had a lot to do in s1 and 2, yet his death (and a horrible one, he was literally boiled alive) was presented in a quite an offhand way. I'm not saying he should've necessarily stayed alive - in fact, his death fits in very well with the motif of all decent adults eventually getting killed - but, in my view, it should've been given more weight.

As I've already mentioned, I don't remember The End that well, but everything about Ish and drugging the islanders seemed significantly less scary than in the books somehow

The shot of Duncan and Isadora was clearly copy-pasted from TVV... listen, if you're giving them a 100% happy ending, at least do not half-ass it

Things I have mixed feelings about:

I loved the Kitlaf stuff; probably showing that they were together in the opera flashback makes it less of a revelation than in the books, but I thought all their shared moments very moving. I also found it an interesting choice to make each of them recite bits from both poems, thus pointing out that Olaf once was not a stranger to love and romantic poetry and that Kit might share his ideas about "man hands on misery to man". However, I think it's a pity that Netflix eliminated all hints at Olaf possibly being Bea's father. Even if he was not, the possibility of it being true in the light of the Baudelaires still raising Bea with love and care is, to my mind, very important. 

Jacquelyn being R... well, we saw that coming. Her mother's death being so recent is another "fuck you" to the canon timeline, but at least it explains why in the previous two seasons nobody called her the duchess - officially, she wasn't one yet. I don't perceive the show as an extension of book canon - to me, it is just one interpretation among many - so this reveal hasn't changed the fact that I imagine R being different from Jacquelyn. On the one hand, I am happy that one of my favourite characters made it into the adaptation (yes, one of my favourite characters is a sum total of comments made by other characters and a possibly fake letter, what of it), but I would've preferred if her portrayal included more of what we know about her from the books, such as her being close to both Lemony and Beatrice.

By the time s3 aired, I had already reconciled myself to the fact that the show version of Kit will be extremely toned down, so this disappointment was expected and therefore not that strong. I think there were some moments in which she actually was more of her book version (recruiting kids to fulfil dangerous tasks like it's nothing special, telling Lemony he should return to VFD), but of course this definitely noble, action-hero, composed Kit who looks forward to becoming a mother and leading a quiet life with Dewie on some island (wait, did they mean the Island?) is significantly less interesting than morally grey and depressed Kit who took part in many dubious or outright sinister plans (such as the Anwhistle Aquatics fire and the murder of Olaf's parents, in which both she was not even involved on the show) and did not seem to care about her baby that much. It is truly ironic that Mr Poe repeatedly accidentally calls her Jacquelyn because show!Kit feels very much like a Jacquelyn 2.0.

My first impression of Fiona was "oh no, they really gave her all the flaws her stepfather had in the books". I ended up liking her because she worked on her behavior and most of the times she was rude it felt like she's just trying too hard to convince everyone, herself included, that she's got this while constantly being unsure and confused on the inside. But her weird rivalry with Violet still rubbed me the wrong way. I'm glad they resolved their issues in the end.

The sugar bowl containing the antidote is an okay choice (timeline inconsistencies aside), but 1) I would've preferred it to stay a mystery, like in the books; 2) I still like the "this bitch empty" theory more.

There was more of VFD being not entirely noble in this season (e.g. the Medusoid Mycelium) but of course it is still a very watered-down version of what this organization was like. 

Listen, I'd be lying if I said I hated the happy ending for the Quagmires and the Widdershins. Heck, my favourite post-The End headcanon is that they all (and Hector!) survived the Great Unknown and stuck together as one big family of choice. But what was the point of showing us the Bombinating Beast Great Unknown and, most importantly, having someone mention that it is a metaphor for death if it is not used as such? It is a metaphor, it does not necessarily mean that they literally died, it could just as well mean that the Baudelaires simply never learned what happened to all these people. A wasted opportunity.

I assume the Baudelaires never got separated from Bea in the adaptation (since she does not immediately ask Lemony about them but proceeds, on the contrary, to tell him what happened to them) and the reason she searched for Lemony was simply wishing to get to know her uncle. It's not bad, it fits well in the more optimistic narrative of the show, but the original story is still more interesting.

That's probably all - at least all that comes to my mind at the moment.

On the whole, I think Season 3 and the show in general were rather a good adaptation than a bad one. Most importantly, I think it succeeds in performing what I consider the main function of an adaptation - making the audience interested in the source material. I am sure more people will read ASOUE (and ATWQ, and other Snicketverse books) after watching the show. I am also sure those who will read after watching the show first have a big storm coming.

[girlbookwrm]

James Rhodes and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

THE MIGHTY ENDGAME REWATCH CONTINUES WITH IRON MAN 2

Typing this up the morning after The Roommate @goteamwin and I watched Iron Man Two and upon reflection, the movie is about 800x better if you  think of Rhodes or Nat as the POV character, with Tony as the main villain -- because let’s face it, Tony is always the main villain of the Iron Man franchise (and other franchises too, sometimes)

ANYWAY ON WITH THE REWATCH.

Ivan Vanko hiding with his face in the corner, clutching a bottle of Vodka is extremely hashtag relatable. Also, is he feeding his dying father vodka-soaked ice chips? is this an old Russian folk remedy? The Roommate says: it’s a nice foil to CATFA: “ah yes. you haff procedure tyomorrow. make sure you haff plenty of vodka. stay nice and hydrated.”

hey we saw all this last time. back in the days when Marvel still felt the need to recap. now they’re just like “HOPE YOU DID YOUR HOMEWORK BITCHES.”

Tony Stark is dropping out of a plane, in a weaponized exoskeletal suit, over New York City, in 2010. I know he's Tony Stark , but he should not be able to do any of this. (but tbf presumably Pepper arranged this YEARLONG EXPO (holy shit) and Pepper Potts can do Literally Anything.)

The backup dancers feel like another callback to CATFA but this came out BEFORE CATFA so maybe the backup dancers are a callback to this???? but in-universe, it's the other way around???????

i mean of course Tony built a specialized gadget to test his blood toxicity but also TONY YOU BUILT A SPECIALIZED GADGET TO TEST YOUR BLOOD TOXICITY??? GO TO THE DOCTOR

is that olivia munn?

pooOOTERRRRR

IS THAT KATE MARA??

oh no gary shandling noooooooo

“he insists it’s a shield” ohohoHOHOHOHOHOHoho burn.

but no, actually a burn because it’s deffo a callback to the Great Works that Howard Stark Did.

RIGHT RHODES!!!!!!!

ah yes. an LG starkphone. before Vevo got their dirty paws all over the Avengers product placement money

it’s nice of JARVIS to sum this up for us. And So Snarkily!

seriously, Tony is giving away his worldly possessions, talking legacy, quitting his job... HOW DOES PEPPER NOT SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE

Natalie Russian?

The Roommate points out that she hated ScarJo the first time she saw this, but now literally cuts her hair to look like ScarJo

this got me thinking about what this scene is like from Nat’s POV. She’s a KGB assassin, trained from (birth?? probably?) and she’s been with SHIELD no less than a year (if the Winter Soldier shot her while she was working for SHIELD in 2009) 

And now she has to do this shit.

elon musk?

Tony literally looks HIMSELF in the eye and says: “You got any other bad ideas?” TONY IS THE VILLAIN OF THIS PIECE.

in what way is tony qualified to do this

Poor Nat. “Get close to him” they said. “evaluate him for the avengers initiative” they said. “a plush assignment” they said. fuck you nick.

Vanko: ~cool guys don’t look at explosions~

TONY YOU BROUGHT A CHAIR TO A WHIP FIGHT. TONY YOU’RE A HOT MESS. YOU LITERALLY ARE. YOU ARE ON. FIRE.

I love the way the iron man suits keep getting smaller. i feel like this is a real reflection of how technology has evolved in the real world -- keeps getting smaller and faster and more advanced.

good work to the blonde extra standing behind justin hammer she is giving 112%

Vanko in his budgie smugglers here. He had literally no plan? he’s just, like, making it up as he goes? actually, wtf was he doing on the racetrack anyway? he didn’t know tony would be there??

~cool guys don’t look at explosionsss~

So Vanko Sr got shipped back to Russia but Zola gets to stick around long enough to turn into a bank of computers?

RIGHT RHODES!

Q U E E N S

the scene where Nat’s helping Tony get ready for the party:

The Roommate: See this is why I didn’t like Natasha the first time she turned up. I thought she was going to break up my OTP. Like. What-- what’s she doing here? 

Me: It’s a test. It’s all a test. It’s always a test. And Tony. Is. Failing.

Tony. what are you doing. tony. stop.

James Rhodes And The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day, but also.

wwwwwow, rhodey is

Very.

Hot. 

Tony yelling at his own reflection again, because he’s a strong independant protagonist who don’t need no villain he can be his own villain, clearly.

They crossed the streams!

Rhodey manages to make the Iron Man mask look Disappointed. *patrick stewart voice* ~acting~

eyyy! it’s that guy from IM1!

hey let’s make an aside here, because earlier in the movie Tony mentions Uncle Sam and let’s just all agree right here right now that Rhodey and Sam definitely know each other. They know each other before Sam becomes an Avenger. first time Steve brings Sam to the tower and Rhodes is there, it’s like “OH HEY MAN HOW ARE YOU? STILL FLYING WITHOUT A PLANE? GOOD TO SEE U DUDE.”

they’re going to get along so well with Carol I’m already excited

oh hey Fury’s here.

I love how proud Fury is of his daughter.

his adopted russian daughter. Such A Proud Dad.

“a vodka fueled rage” he says. “not a good environment to raise a kid in” he says. And what kind of environment was tony raised in?

“you can solve the riddle of your heart” they sure did make Samuel L Jackson say those words. 

PHIL’S HERE

god i love phil

I love that Rhodes takes the arc reactor out before Hammer gets here.

“I call it the Ex Wife”

The Roommate: ugh of course you do.

I also love how deadpan he is. “I think I’ll take it.” “Which one?” “All of it.”

The Roommate: James Rhodes here, continuing to be Very Sexy. Don Cheedle is definitely sexier than Terrence Howard FIGHT ME.

Me: why would anyone fight you on that YOU’RE RIGHT

To answer my earlier question: A scotch-fueled rage.

Howard 2.0 being very Walt Disney here.

“I didn’t come here to apologize” MAYBE YOU SHOULD, BUDDY.

Pepper: No.

The Roommate: Pepper’s superpower is calling the authorities and saying no.

i love that pepper and nat are bros now, like. it’s like that story when the girl meets her boyfriend’s side chick and they become BFFs.

Tony figuring out the thing with the pavilions:

The Roommate: Tony really actually is smart, but it gets lost in all the bullshit.

PHIL’S HERE

Fanboy Phil.

“Not that much.” God I love phil.

B I C E P S

tony should always wear tank tops

always

side note: this is tesseract material, right? i mean we’re all agreed that the element that Tony rediscovers is whatever the Tesseract is made of. right? 

Justin Hammer: Maybe I’ll get laid.

The Roommate: You Will Not.

Pepper and Nat in matching outfits I love this.

Ok as soon as that glass starts falling -- i mean. all these people are dead, right? everyone who came to the expo is pretty much dead now.

JAMES RHODES AND THE TERRIBLE HORRIBLE NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY

Pepper and Nat are the real dream team here.

“nice work kid” SO CUTE

OMG PROPERTY DAMAGE????

We Do Not Care for ScarJo’s Wig Here. This scene would’ve been so much better if she left her hair in that bun it was in earlier. her hair is all in her face all through this scene NAT WOULD NEVER BE THIS CARELESS, HAIR LIKE THAT IS GOOD FOR GRABBING AS EVERY WOMAN WHO HAS EVER WALKED IN THE DARK KNOWS

subnote: happy she does not require your assistance. 

Tony and Rhodes are literally playing a video game here, they might as well be back at MIT in Rhodey’s dorm room playing call of duty or whatever game they played back in the day.

they’re crossing the streams! 

The Roommate: I like the little vroom vroom noises the suit makes

“you deserve better”

Me And The Roommate: Yeah, she does.

“you couldn’t afford me.” Dat Ass, Tones. Dayum.

JAMES RHODES IS A NATIONAL TREASURE, GARY SHANDLING, GOOD OF YOU TO NOTICE

oh hey phil’s here

[impala-dreamer]

It Had To Be Like This

SPN FanFic

~ Dean has to let her go, even if he doesn’t want to. ~

Dean x Reader, Sam, OFC

1,993 Words

Warnings: All the Angst. 

A/N: I was just minding my own business and this happened. I’m sorry. 

Feedback is GOLD ~ My Masterlist

“Dean, I'm pregnant.”

Her words flew through his head, twisting into every corner of his mind and rushing down to his heart.

“What?”

“I'm pregnant.”

Her smile was so bright it burned Dean's eyes and he had to close them for a moment as the weight of her surprise pulled him downwards. His shoulders grew heavy; his mouth dried.

“H-how?”

“Gee, I don't know, Dean, we've been going at it like rabbits for months.”

Her laugh threaded a noose around his heart; the hand she placed on his chest pulled it tight.  

~

Dean raced from the room as if the floor had caught fire. It wasn't a graceful exit, there was no plea for time; he simply left.

Out into the cool December night he fled; his grief behind the wheel of the Impala where it belonged. The white lines blurred and his life flashed along with it.

Mary, John, Bobby, Cassie, Lisa, Charlie, Ben, Jo, Sam. No one who loved Dean Winchester ever got away unscathed, and long ago he had vowed not to make the mistake again.

But oh, Y/N had done him in. She had bewitched him with her smile, entranced him with her laugh, her eyes, her lips. He was done for the first time she had laid her soft hand on his cheek, looking up at him with suggestive eyes. He was hooked on her, like some kind of drug he couldn't name; an addiction like no other, one that couldn't be pushed aside or remedied with therapy.

Dean was deeply in love.

And it scared the shit out of him.

There would be no happy ending for he and Y/N; no fairytale walk off into the sunset. No harps played for them, only the Bells of Hell. He knew it, he knew no matter what he truly wanted, his life was cursed and if he wasn't careful, Y/N would wind up dead.

~

“He just ran out, Sam.” Y/N paced the room, her slippered feet squeaking gently on the antique wood floor. Her hand landed on her stomach and she smiled sadly. There was no bump yet, no flutter deep inside, but Y/N knew it was there. Her baby. Dean's baby.

Sam dropped his chin, unsure of what to say. “He'll be back,” he said finally. “He will.”

“I know,” Y/N told him with a smile. She looked up at her friend and nodded. “I believe in us.”

Dean waltzed into the room like he’d never left. Y/N and Sam watched as he walked to the big, glowing table and dropped a wad of bills down.

“That should cover it,” he said, his voice deep and cracking as he held back his tears. He cleared his throat and set his jaw, determined to go through with his plan. It was for her own good, his own good; it was what was best.

Y/N shook her head, confused as she looked from Dean to the cash. “Cover what?”

Dean crossed his arms and looked to her left, afraid to look into her eyes as he said the worst thing he could ever imagine. “The abortion.”

Beside him, Sam gasped, and Dean shut his eyes to the inevitable aftermath of such a statement. Y/N’s lips twitched in a confused smile, one that shook her lips as she struggled to find words or meaning, her eyes flying over Dean’s stoic face, desperate to find hope in his eyes.

“What? Dean, no.” She could barely speak as she walked around the head of the table to reach out for him.

Before her hand touched his, Dean pulled away and took two steps backwards. His chest strained as his heart screamed, beating loudly in his ears, but the course was set. It had to be like this.

“Dean, there is no way I’m doing that. This…” Again, her open palm covered her belly as she begged him to reconsider. “This is our baby. It’s your baby, Dean. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you,” he snapped. “But I don’t care.” It took every bit of energy for him not to rush forward, wrap Y/N in his arms and kiss every inch of her. A baby, his baby. He was going to be a father. After everything, there it was, one ray of hope in his constant midnight of an existence; but yet, he knew he could never have it. If she stayed, she’d die.

“Dean… please.”

He spun on his heel without ever meeting her eyes, and walked back towards the hallway. Before he disappeared into the corridor, he paused and tipped his chin over his shoulder. “Get rid of it.”

~

She screamed.

She pleaded.

She begged him to listen.

The worst part was, Dean was listening. He heard every word, absorbed every emotion in her strained voice; committed to memory every tear that painted her cheeks. Each sentence she uttered, every time her voice rose in pain, Dean’s heart cracked a little bit more. There was a pain in his chest that shot out from his heart and upwards towards his brain. It stabbed him like an icepick every time his eyes fell upon her. But it was less than he deserved.

He closed his eyes to her, refused her touch.

When Y/N wouldn’t leave the room they shared, his room, Dean picked up his pillow and slept on the couch in the Den.

He refused to eat the food she still cooked for him and Sam, leaving at mealtimes to pick up microwavable garbage from the Gas n’ Sip and eat alone in the car.

He ignored her attempts at conversation, shutting himself off to her completely, as if she were a ghost wandering the halls.

Sam tried to talk to him, but Dean wouldn’t let him. He knew Sam would be able to sway him into talking with Y/N, and if he looked her in the eyes, really looked, he wouldn’t be able to let her go. It had to be this way. There was no other path. What he wanted more than anything, was for her to be safe, for her to be happy, for their child to grow up and be safe and loved and whole. If he was around… best not to think about what could happen, Dean told himself. Best just to play this out until she leaves, and then move on.

~

In the end, there was one less car in the garage.

One less place setting at the table each morning.

One less cup of coffee to pour.

The Bunker felt colder without Y/N, as if the walls themselves lamented her loss. The lamps seemed dimmer, the floor harder, the air thinner.

It had taken weeks before Sam began to forgive him for what he’d done, and even then, Dean wasn’t sure if Sam was truly forgiving him, or just getting on with things for the sake of them both.

He knew Sam kept in touch with Y/N, but he never asked after her. He didn’t want to know where she was or how she was, knowing Sam would tell him if something was wrong.

In late August, Sam got a call from Y/N. His heart leapt and then crashed as the reality of their situation struck him in the face.  

Dean was dozing in the Library when Sam found him, his chin down, arms crossed, boots high on the table. Sam slapped Dean’s knee, jostling him awake.

“I just got a call from Y/N,” he said with anger brewing in his voice.

Dean only lifted a eyebrow, feigning disinterest.

Sam’s eyes rolled and his jaw clenched, straining to hold his tongue. “You really don’t care?”

“I really don’t care,” Dean muttered and closed his eyes again, shifting in the hard chair to get comfortable.

Heat rose in Sam’s cheeks and his fingers closed tightly around his phone. He bit his lip, ready to scream at Dean, to rip him up from his seat and beat the holy hell out of him until he went to Y/N, but it was pointless, he knew. Dean was done. Without cause or explanation, he was done.  

Sam turned and climbed the short pile of stairs to exit the Library. He paused on the top step and let out a sigh.

“It was a girl. Olivia Grace.” He waited, praying for a reaction, but none came. His boot thudded loudly as he turned to the kitchen. “Congratulations.”

~

It had been four and a half years since Y/N left Kansas behind. Four years of diapers and sleepless nights. Of doctor appointments and preschool interviews. When once her life was bloody and dark, plagued by demons and unfathomable evil, now the only monsters Y/N fought were the imaginary ones under her daughter’s bed.

Olivia was lively and beautiful. She was smart as a whip, thirsty for knowledge, with a vocabulary that shocked her mother daily. She was also funny, and she knew it; often cracking jokes well beyond her years and then waiting with a smirk for Y/N to catch on. She was amazing and perfect, and while Y/N was happy with her new life, not a day went by that she didn’t think of Dean Winchester.

Olivia’s eyes were the same shade of green as his; her nose dotted in the same pale freckles. She was her father’s daughter in more than just looks as she defended other children in the park from bullies, and dared to climb to the highest peak of the jungle gym unaided. She was brave and funny and loving and kind. And though she tried not to think about it, it broke Y/N’s heart.

Y/N heard it like a sound from her dream creeping into daylight hours. Her eyes pulled away from the sandbox as the rumbling shook her ears. So often over the years, Y/N imagined she heard the Impala. When she was sad, crying into her wine glass alone, she pretended to see headlights fill her apartment windows. When the world was crashing down around her, she pretended to feel strong hands pull her into a hug, lips pressing against her forehead. But it was all pretend; she was alone.

Olivia stood up suddenly, reclaiming Y/N’s attention from her seat across the park. She turned towards her daughter to see Olivia’s arm raised, pointing towards the street. The child took off, running towards her mother, shouting something that Y/N couldn’t quite make out.

Y/N heard it again, that roaring engine, and this time, she saw it too. Sunlight gleamed off black paint, and Y/N’s heart skipped a thousand beats. She turned just in time to see him pulling away, his lip pulled tight between perfect white teeth, his hands gripping the wheel as he gunned the engine and sped away.

Olivia made it to her mother and practically jumped into her arms.

“Was that him?” she asked in excitement.

“What, Baby?”

“That car,” Olivia explained. “That’s like the car you said Daddy had. Was that him?”

Y/N smiled, but didn’t know how to answer. She grabbed her daughter and pulled her close, crushing the poor child to her chest as she held back her own tears. “I don’t know, Liv.”

Olivia pushed away and looked up at Y/N, tilting her head, trying to understand. “I want to meet him someday,” she said simply. There was no sadness or accusation towards either party, it was just a fact, and Olivia always said what she meant.

“Someday,” Y/N said. “Maybe.” She grabbed her bag and stood up, taking Olivia’s hand. “Hey, let’s get some ice cream.”

~

Dean never called, but he checked on them often.

He drove by, but never stopped.

Despite the years and miles between them, despite the guilt and hurt and pain that he had caused, Dean never stopped loving her.  

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