#does it still feel good to exaggerate. uh yea

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as a chronically depressed person, i know saying i'm going to kill myself in reaction to minor things that shouldn't affect my life as much as they do is like. not a helpful thing at all and yet. sometimes it's the only–––

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Peace - Act I : Chapter two

Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

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Summary: Reader comes back to her hometown and transfers to Wiskayok High School after getting expelled from her previous high school. Follows Junior year into Senior year, all the way up to the crash. (Eventual NSFW mdni)

Warnings: None

Your eyes glanced at Lottie's hands, that were fidgeting with her pencil. Her eyes darted across the page as she read through French conjugations. Her hair was up in a ponytail today, and she had on a navy sweater.

You slid your palm down your thigh, hoping it’d stop the slight shake and rhythm it had developed since sitting across from the girl. She was gorgeous. And all you could think about all day was this first study date. And how you were sooo out of your depth with this.

You almost wish you were exaggerating. But you knew it when Lottie asked you about the homework, and instead of answering, your brain short-circuited, and you had to hit her with the “Oh my god, what homework?”

Luckily, Lottie blinked and giggled at your question. You felt mortified. You were sure-no convinced she was going to see right through you. See you as the lost cause, no future, sexually confused, sellout idiot that you were. She was going to hate your guts and never speak to you again.

“What are you thinking about?” Lottie asks.

Your face is pulled up from your book, and you are met with her soft, big, brown eyes. They held this gentle curiosity…maybe even mischief. “You look too serious to be thinking about French Conjugations.” She deduces by motioning to your face with her pencil.

You let a chuckle slip from your lips and then let your hand comb through your head out of habit. You felt caught, and you couldn’t tell her exactly what you were thinking.

“Uh, honestly?” You gauge.

“Honesty is definitely preferred. Especially if our French conjugating is gonna work.” Lottie teases with a smile.

Her lighthearted comment makes you relax a bit. You give her an appreciative smile. “I honestly feel so lost. I picked French because I didn't want to take Spanish, and I think it sounds hot, but what the hell does any of this mean? I can barely speak English! I feel in over my head…you know? I would drop this class if it weren’t for the fact that I needed it.”

Lottie purses her lips into a thin line. Her eyebrows raised in a thoughtful concern. You think she would tell you to drop the class. Switch to Spanish. You are convinced. She doesn't miss a beat when she huffs, “Well, of course you’re in over your head. It’s the second week of learning a new language. It takes time and patience to get good at anything, especially this.”

She grabs your hand, and you swear electricity shoots up your spine. “But we’re in this together. We’ll ace this class, and then I’ll fly us to France to talk to all the sexy French people.” She says with humor lacing her tone.

You laugh, a deep belly laugh, for the first time in what feels like weeks. The image of you two in France, sipping espresso in tiny cafés and flirting with strangers in half-broken French, is ridiculous… and yet somehow, when Lottie says it, it feels like something that she might actually make happen.

“You’re gonna fly us to France, huh?” you say, raising an eyebrow, your confidence returning just a little. “Big talk for someone who still needs their mom to sign their field trip slips.”

Lottie gasps in mock offense, clutching her chest like she’s been personally wounded. “Excuse you! I’ll have you know I am very independent. I only need her signature because legally I’m underage.”

You snort. “Wow. Such freedom.”

She grins. “I contain multitudes.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

She taps her pencil against her lips, considering. “I’m a straight-A student. I make an excellent grilled cheese. I know all the lyrics to The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. And-” she leans in, fake whispering like she’s letting you in on a national secret, “-I’ve been told my French accent is very sexy.”

“Oh yeah?” You tilt your head. ��Let’s hear it.”

Lottie straightens up like she’s preparing to perform at the Paris Opera, then purrs out in her very best seductive attempt: “Je voudrais… un pain au chocolat.”

You blink. “Did you just order a croissant like it’s a pickup line?”

“Excuse you,” she scoffs, her tone laced in sarcasm and humor. “That was flawless. And it worked, didn’t it?”

You shake your head no, trying not to smile, but you’re already smiling. She sees it.

“See?” she says triumphantly. “Told you. We’re gonna crush this class.”

You glance down at your notes, then back at her.

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “I think we might.” And at the very least, you knew you were going to have a lot of fun.

The next day after French class, the hallway was its usual circus, slamming lockers, friends shrieking over weekend plans, the distant blare of a late bell, but at Lottie’s locker, it felt oddly peaceful.

You leaned against the beige metal beside her, watching Lottie dig through her mess of a backpack with unbothered chaos.

“I’m just saying,” you said, “if Ms. Nelisse docks me one more participation point for not pronouncing the R in ‘Paris,’ I might defect to Spanish.”

“You? In Señor Martin’s class?” Lottie gasped. “You’d combust by week two. He makes people salsa for extra credit.”

You snorted. “Please. I can barely survive conjugation. You think I’m rhythmically equipped for salsa?”

“Oh yeah? I bet your rhythm is on Lisa Frank levels of chaos,” Lottie teased, finally yanking out her binder. “Like, sparkly dolphins breakdancing across a rainbow.”

You shook your head, grinning. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“It means you’re a disaster,” Lottie said, closing her locker with a soft thud, “but at least you’re aesthetically on point.”

You bumped her playfully. You wiggle your eyebrows. “Say that again, but slower.”

Lottie raised a brow, a laugh playing on her lips. “Trying to flirt and fail French? Bold.”

You were still smiling when Jackie appeared.

“There you are,” Jackie said, all calm command and bouncy curls, like she’d stepped out of a tiger bop magazine. “Smalls, come on. I got you a meeting with Tindale before lunch. She wants to see your portfolio.”

You blinked in confusion. “Wait, what?”

“Yearbook and the school’s newspaper,” Jackie said, as if that explained everything. “You said you were interested. I pulled some strings. She’s down to give you a shot.”

You straightened, touched despite yourself. You knew Jackie had talked about making this happen. But the fact that she actually did made your heart stutter, and warmth spread within you. “Wow. Thanks.”

Jackie shrugged, casually. “You’ve got an eye. She’ll see it.”

Lottie watched the exchange quietly, still hugging her binder. After a beat, you glanced at Lottie. “Wait, you should come with.”

Lottie’s brow lifted. “Me?”

“Yeah,” You said with a small smile. “I don’t know, I feel like I need moral support. What if she asks me about aperture settings and I panic and say… Lisa Frank?”

Lottie’s laugh was immediate. “I’d say that’s a bold, creative direction.”

You grinned. “And you’d back me up.”

“Obviously.”

Jackie’s lips curved, something between polite and confused. “Ms. Tindale’s not that intimidating.”

You looked at her, appreciative but firm. “Still wouldn’t mind backup.”

Jackie nodded, but the way she turned and walked ahead said plenty. You chose not to think too deeply about it. You and Lottie trailed behind, shoulder to shoulder, with Lottie whispering, “Okay, but if she does ask you about aperture, I’m absolutely saying it’s French for glitter dolphin exposure.”

You laughed, low and quiet, the kind of laugh that didn’t feel so rare anymore. The mixed media room buzzed with quiet energy, the scratch of pens against layout paper, the hum of ancient computers rendering low-res thumbnails. You lingered just inside the door, scanning the cluttered space like it might bite. Lottie was beside you, slightly behind, fiddling with her backpack strap.

Jackie, of course, owned the room before she even stepped into it. “Ms. Tindale?” Jackie’s voice was sweet but assertive, a practiced tone, warm like honey but efficient like a well-placed corner kick. “I have someone for you.”

Ms. Tindale looked up from her cluttered desk, blinking through her oversized glasses.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Jackie announced, her hand resting lightly between your shoulder blades. “She just transferred. She’s brilliant with a camera. Film-trained. Eye for light. I’d bet the whole soccer season on her.”

Your stomach flipped at her words, heat flushing to your face. “Wow, no pressure or anything,” you muttered, half under her breath.

Ms. Tindale raised a brow and stood, motioning you forward. “Let’s see your portfolio.”

You shuffled out a small stack of prints from her bag, a few black and whites, one of Shauna mid-stride on the field, the ball blurred in motion beneath her cleat.

“Oh, this is sharp,” Ms. Tindale said, holding it up. “Did you shoot this?”

You nodded, chewing your bottom lip.

Jackie beamed. “And she can talk sports. She played when we were younger. She knows the rhythms — how to track it.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. You played one summer of YMCA, everyone gets a trophy, soccer. You were ten, and you only did it because Jackie begged you to do it with her. Your single claim to fame was that you kicked the ball from one end to almost half the field. Which keep in mind you fell face first and ate dirt as soon as the kick was made. Jackie caught your eye like she could read your mind and simply grinned.

“She’s not wrong,” Ms. Tindale said. “We could use a strong lens on fall sports.”

Lottie stood to the side, watching all of it unfold. She let her eyes move from your nervous fidgeting to the way Jackie leaned closer than she needed to, how she took over the room for you, not just beside you. Lottie knew that tone, that effort. Seen it play out enough times to know it. Jackie only turned it on for people she really cared about… or people she wanted to keep close.

Lottie crossed her arms loosely and leaned against a nearby table. Her gaze didn’t waver, but her mind spun quietly behind it. Jackie turned suddenly toward Lottie. “You know she’s a Hello Kitty girl, right?”

You groaned. “Please don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting. Her folders used to be covered in tiny pink bows and pastel everything. You should’ve seen her pencil case that year—”

“Okay, I was twelve!”

“It had ears,” Jackie added, grinning. “Actual little cat ears.”

Lottie let a soft laugh escape. “Honestly? I respect the commitment to the aesthetic.”

You rolled her eyes, but the flush on your cheeks betrayed the amusement you couldn’t hide. “Remind me why I agreed to come here with you again?”

“Because I know talent when I see it,” Jackie said. Then, turning back to Ms. Tindale. “She’s your girl. Let her shoot for the team.”

Ms. Tindale looked you over once more, nodding. “Welcome to the mixed media club, Y/N. You're officially our sports photographer.”

You had to stop the gasp that wanted to escape your lips. You blinked. “Wait, really?”

Lottie watched her expression shift, surprised, a little shy, but undeniably happy. She tucked that moment away like a secret.

Jackie grinned and bumped your shoulder. “Told you I had your back.”

You smiled, then glanced over at Lottie, a look quick, curious, like you hadn’t forgotten she was there. “You staying?” you asked.

Lottie shrugged one shoulder, trying to keep it casual. “I mean, someone besides Jackie's gotta keep you from misspelling ‘soccer’.”

You look from Lottie to Jackie, a smile widening on your lips. "Oh?" You ask, trying to hold back a laugh. Jackie shook her head and laughed. “That was one time.”

As the others gathered around to look at your work, Lottie found herself lingering by the bulletin board, pretending to read old headlines. She wasn’t part of the club, not really, but she could've been the way she was watching. And learning. Like a journalist.

There was something between you and Jackie. Not just history. Not just friendship. It wasn’t fully formed yet, but it was something. And Lottie wasn’t sure if that made her jealous… or just suddenly, deeply interested.

[bugsb1te]

Te Reo Māori rambles ~

Kia ora, quick disclaimer! I'm still sort of new learning Te Reo Māori! (Teh-*r*eh-awe maah-*r*ee: the māori language) I only started my classes in term 1 and its term 2 currently. (a term is half of a semester, there are 4 terms in a nz school year) so yea! If you happen to know more than me and or spot a mistake I make when posting in or about Te Reo Māori, please correct me! Te Reo Pākehā (teh-*r*eh-awe paah-keh-haa: the English language) is my first language so I'm fluent in that :)

Also Te Reo Māori is kinda like a spinterest atm lmaoo im so excited about hearing the language being spoken and seeing it written around the country and im excited to learn!! Yayy!! Learning the language and Te Ao Māori (Māori ways/culture/traditions) helps me feel more connected to my Māori whakapapa aswell! (fuhck-ah-puh-puh: ancestors/ancestry) I am Māori, it doesn't matter if you're white or mixed. Having Māori ancestry = Māori. Period. In Māori culture we dont believe in blood quantums!!! so im what people call a "White Māori"

anyways onto the yapping!!!!!!

Key:

• (small brackets) = pronounciation and/or meaning

• *r/t/ng inside asterisks* = special māori sounds.

• bold = kupu Māori (maori words)

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Fun fact: the p sound is very soft! Like the p in "poo" NOT like the p in "keep" does that make sense? another super fun fact: all kupu Māori (cooh-pooh maoh-*r*ee: māori words) end in vowel sounds and never consonants!

Māori vowel pronounciation:

a - "ahh" as in: car, star, bar, guitar, far

e - "eh" as in: lego, leg, peg, said, head

i - "ee" as in: key, bee, see, reach, scream

o - "aw" as in: saw, claw, maw, jaw, NOT as in "oh/low/so/no"!! This is the most abused vowel by English speakers!

u - "ooh" as in: poo, moo, goo, soon, lose, choose, move, room

Digraphs:

Ng - "ng" as in: song, long, pong, singer, rung NOT as in: finger, linger

Wh - "f/ph" as in: phone, food, few, far, physical, philosophy, phile. NOT as in: who, where, when, what, whether, why, while .

note: different Māori dialects sometimes pronounce this sound as a "w". eg: lots of people pronounce "whanganui" as "wanganui" (fah-*ng*ah-noo-ee/wah-*ng*ah-noo-ee) For other sounds: For "R" focus on rolling your 'r' sounds, It's a soft rolled 'r' (NOT as strongly rolled as how Spanish speakers would roll theirs).  the sound you should aim for is somewhere in between an English ‘D’ and 'L'. e.g. like the 'dd' in judder, or the 'tt' in a kiwi accent for 'butter'. You should feel your tongue tip touching near the backof the roof of your mouth. T is pronounced kinda like a sharp "d", but 't' pronunciation varies depending on which vowel appears after it. When succeeded by an ‘a’, ‘e’ or ‘o’, it’s unaspirated (softer, closer to an English 'd'). When followed by an ‘i’ or ‘u’, it is an aspirated 't' (sharper, closer to an English 't'). Hope that makes sense!!!

Tohutō vowels:

(Special vowels sounds written with tohutō (macrons) on them)

ā - exaggerate and deepen the regular māori "a" sound and make sure it stands out from the other vowels! But not too much or you'll look like a fool lmaoo X3 eg: when pronouncing the sound, open your throat and lower the back of your tongue. And say "ah". It should sound different to normally saying "ah". another example is that "tohutō" is pronounced "toh-who-taww" not "toh-who-toh" !!

ē - same thing ^ but with "e"

ī - ^

ō - ^

ū - ^

Sentences !

(Please correct me if I make mistakes or worded the sentence incorrectly)

- " i tēnei ata i whakarongo ahau ki te ngā manu " - this morning I listened to the birds

pronounced: ee tehh-nae ah-tah ee fuck-ah-*r*awh-*ng*-awe uh-hoe key teh *ng*aahh munooh

- "Kei te pēhea koe?" - how are you?

pronounced: Kay teh pehh-heeya kweh

- " Kei te ngenge ahau " - I am sleepy/tired

Pronounced: Kay teh *ng*eh-*ng*eh ahh-hoe

- " Kua haere ahau ki te wharepaku " - I went to the toilet/bathroom

Pronounced: kooh-uh hai-*r*eh ah-hoe key teh fuh-*r*eh-pahk-oo

Ok im done yapping have a good day!!! Ka kite!!

[drabbles-mc]

Spoken For

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

Part 2 can be found Here

Request by @est1887​: this is for my love happy. Y/N at a party it isn’t really her scene but she just tags along with her friend the sons are in attendance and she walking with her head down and bumps into happy and he knows her name she didn’t think anyone noticed her because she stayed to herself. Later on maybe the Same party maybe a different one someone is bothering her and she tells them her fiancé is happy “Tacoma killer” lowman lol you can do you thing of course switch it up whatever way you like thanks your the best fluffy and cute please 🥰🥰🥰 “No no no, sorry! I just-... I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” & “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

Warnings: language, alcohol, skeevy men

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This was really fun to write! I kind of like the sort of cluelessly protective side of Happy. Like, the man does not need the details of why you need his help he is just ready to throw down on your behalf regardless. Love that for him. Hope you enjoy! xo

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Large parties had never really been your thing. You weren’t a huge fan of the crowds and being around people you didn’t really know. Yet, somehow, your best had talked you into going to the SAMCRO clubhouse on more than one occasions for their parties. You never particularly grew to like them, but you managed to get through them. There was no way you were going to let your friend show up all by herself.

For the most part, you managed to successfully stay out of the fray. You watched the chaos unfold from the sidelines, keeping a constant eye on your friend without hovering too badly. Usually you were able to manage to make one beer last you all night, wanting to keep your wits about you.

The two of you had landed yourself in a group of the other girls who frequented the clubhouse parties. She knew them much better than you did, but they were always nice to you. Since she had a group to be with, a group that you figured would keep her safe for a few minutes, you excused yourself to step outside for a few minutes to get out of the suffocating cigarette smoke that was filling the clubhouse.

Your eyes were glued to the floor as you tried to maneuver your way through the crowd. You managed to slip through a few different groups of people mostly unnoticed, and you were about to make it to the door when someone’s shoulder collided with yours. You stumbled half a step before a hand firmly wrapped around your arm, keeping you from falling to the ground.

“Shit, I’m so—” you stopped short when you saw the person who had caught you, the person you shouldered, “Hey, Happy. Uh. Sorry, I just, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You leaving?” he asked, completely skipping over everything you had just said.

You shook your head, “No. Just, um, just stepping outside to get some fresh air. Besides,” you nodded over towards your friend, “I’m her ride. Can’t just bail.”

“You should watch where you’re stepping around here, Y/N,” his eyes intensely searched yours, “Don’t wanna step into something you can’t get out of.”

Part of you wondered if he ever responded to anything someone actually said to him, or if he was always just moving onto the next topic. That part of your brain was drowned out, though, by the part that was taking in the fact that he had just said your name. The way it rolled off his tongue snapped you to attention, “What?”

“Said you should watch your step,” his eyes narrowed slightly, “You good?”

“Yea! Sorry. I just…I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.”

His head tilted slightly as he processed what you had said. He shrugged his shoulders, “Well. I do.”

You chuckled, face feeling hot for a moment, “Yea, apparently,” the two of you stood there in the midst of the chaos for a few more moments before you excused yourself, “Well, I’ll see you around.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything more as he disappeared into the throws of the party. You were silently shaking your head at yourself as you finally made it outside. The music was muffled when you were on the other side of the clubhouse walls, and it gave you some much needed respite from the overload inside. You sat down at the picnic table and took a deep breath, glad to have it not taste like smoke and alcohol.

You gave yourself a few minutes of peace and quiet before forcing yourself to head back inside. Things hadn’t calmed down at all in your absence, which was mildly disappointing. But you knew that you still had a few more hours before people would start to filter out and go off in their own directions. You made your way over to the bar and ordered a drink for yourself, saying thank you to the prospect behind the bar although you weren’t sure how well he could hear you above the noise.

Your friend came bounding over to you, throwing her arm around your shoulder. She was already pretty tipsy, but she was safe and seemed like she was having a good time so you weren’t going to be a buzzkill.

“You having fun?” she asked with a huge grin on her face.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your beer before responding, “I always do.”

She leaned farther onto you, “You wanna go home, don’t you?”

You shook your head and smiled, “I don’t. Go on, have fun with the girls. If you need anything just come find me, alright?”

“You gonna sit at the bar and scope people out?”

You laughed and nodded, “It’s my favorite pastime.”

She flitted back towards the group that she had been spending her evening with and you shook your head with a laugh. You settled onto your seat, leaning back against the bar so you could watch the party unfold.

You were perfectly content and minding your own business when a man came up and approached you at the bar. You purposely didn’t look at him or acknowledge him, hoping he would take the hint and leave you alone. But of course he didn’t. They never did. You tried not to draw too much attention to yourself as you slid one of the rings on your hand over to your ring finger, hoping to add another layer of deterrent.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” his smile was too intense to be genuine.

You looked him up and down, not attempting to hide the disdain on your face. You weren’t looking to meet anyone at these parties, but whoever this guy was definitely wasn’t the kind of person you were looking to talk to. He wasn’t even wearing a kutte, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. You had no problem being petty and picky, especially given your current company.

“My name isn’t sweetheart,” you weren’t confrontational by nature but you had no use for skeevy men.

“Then why don’t you tell me what it is?”

You turned to him and flashed him a smile, letting a beat of silence pass before saying, “It’s none of your business.”

“C’mon, it’s a party, lighten up,” he inched closer to you, “Let me buy you a drink.”

“I’m not the one you want to be doing this with,” you shook your head and nodded towards the ring on your finger, “Dealing with my fiancé is not the kind of problem you want to deal with tonight.”

He scoffed, “Some fiancé, leaving you all alone at a party like this.”

“Because he assumes that people know enough not to fuck with me,” you glanced around the clubhouse, eyes landing on Happy. A smile crossed your face as you called over to him, “Happy! C’mere!”

The color drained from the face of the man in front of you. Happy’s face was never one that was overly expressive to begin with, always mostly neutral with a touch of anger. But you could see the confusion swirling around in his eyes as he walked over. You hopped down off the stool and casually draped your arm around his waist, causing him to tense up.

“Hey, baby,” you were impressed with how easily the words fell from your lips.

His brows furrowed as he looked down at you, and then to the man standing in front of you, “What’s going on?”

You leaned against him, resting your other hand on his chest, “Nothing. I was just telling this man that if he didn’t leave me alone he’d have to answer to my fiancé, and he didn’t believe me.”

Happy’s eyes bore into the man in front of him. Without any hesitation he wrapped one arm tightly around your waist while the other reached into his kutte and pulled out his gun, pointing it directly at the man’s head. Both your eyes and the man’s went wide. He stumbled backwards a step, hands going up in surrender.

“I-I’m sorry, man. I…I didn’t know.”

“Get the fuck out,” he stepped in closer to him, gun hardly an inch from the man’s forehead, “Now.” You could tell that the man’s feet were probably just frozen to the ground out of fear, but Happy didn’t care. He tapped the end of his gun against the man’s forehead, “I’m not gonna say it again.”

That seemed to snap him out of it. He turned and all but ran towards the door of the clubhouse, not caring that he was shoving through people as he went. Happy tucked his gun back into his kutte and you instantly let your arms fall back to your sides, not wanting to push your luck even more when you had already done so.

“Sorry about that,” you said, nervously rubbing your hand on the back of your neck, “I panicked.”

“If he comes back here again, I’ll kill him.”

You laughed, but you knew that he wasn’t exaggerating, “Something tells me that it won’t end up coming to that.”

“Fiancé,” he said the word like he was unfamiliar with the sound of it.

“Hm?”

“Can’t believe you told him I’m your fiancé. Why not boyfriend?”

You chuckled and shrugged, “Like I said, I panicked. Plus, fiancé has a little more umph to it, you know?”

“Umph?”

“Yea. Umph. Like,” you saw the look on his face and shook your head, “Never mind. Thank you for getting him away from me, though. Sorry for bothering you.”

“Told you to be careful of what you get yourself into,” for the first time all night, you saw a hint of a smile on his face.

You laughed, nodding, “I know. Lucky for me, you’re around to bail me out.”

“Stay closer next time,” despite the roughness of his voice you could see the mischief in his eyes, “that way no one will talk to you in the first place.”

You smiled, “I’ll be sure to track you down.”

He nodded, “Good,” he waved to get the prospect’s attention, “Get her another beer,” he turned back to you, “Find me if you need me.”

He walked off without another word or backward glance, but you were very aware of the way his hand trailed lightly along the small of your back as he walked off. The contact was light, and brief, but you felt like your skin was on fire.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of a beer bottle clattering against the top of the bar. You flashed a smile and a nod to the young man behind the bar as you lifted the bottle. You looked around the clubhouse as you pressed the bottle to your lips, happy to see your friend still mingling and content. Immediately after, your gaze found its way to Happy who was already looking at you as he sat at the table with his brothers. One end of his mouth kicked up into a smirk as he subtly tilted his beer bottle towards you. You laughed, unable to stop smiling as you returned the gesture. The clubhouse was a lot of things, but surely it was never boring.

[kasey-writes-stuff]

The boy with the reindeer clothes and captain america mask part two

The next day you both awake tangled in each other’s arms, you smile and blush softly “morning calla” he nodded softly groggily saying “good morning y/n” You sigh softly and begin to untangle yourself from Calla but his grip is firm as he whined softly and you giggle saying “calla we need to get up and make some breakfast and we need to decide where we’re going today” He groans “But y/nnnnn wouldn’t it be better to just stay here on the couch forever” You roll your eyes fondly “Well maybe for you but I’m hungry so I suggest you let me go before I start eating you!” You giggle playfully nibbling his neck making him squeak and giggle as he scrunches his neck “Eek! Ahhallrihihgghhtt ahhalllrrihihggjhttt ihihill lehehett yoouu uhuhupp!” You smirk softly “Good! Lets go” He lets you up reluctantly and you both head to the kitchen and begin making a simple breakfast of French toast and sausage. Once breakfast is finished cooking you sit and begin trying to think of where to go for the day. “Well we could go shopping I’d love to buy you some things while you’re here” you shake your head at him “no no way you’re not buying me anything I can buy stuff for myself but I don’t really feel like shopping today maybe we could go to an amusement park or something” he rolls his eyes “You’re not leaving without me having at least bought you one thing! Hmm I think the fairs in town does that sound good?” Your eyes sparkle as you nod excitedly “That sounds great! I’m so down for that!” He smiles at your excitement “The fair it is then!”

So your trip to the fair started off with getting some snacks! You each got a corn dog, a lemon shake up and then ended it with sharing a funnel cake! After the snacks you went and played a balloon game where you won each of you some posters and then played another one where Callahan won your plushie! He wanted to try and win you one of the big ones but you said no and he saw how truly happy you were with the little Fuli from lion guard plushie and stopped trying to convince you to let him win you one of the biggest plushies… Next you went walking about trying to find a ride that sparked your guys interest and you finally settled on the cheesy but classic Ferris wheel… The line luckily wasn’t too long and the sun was just beginning to set so in theory normally you would be looking at the sunset right? Yes but in your case no you and Calla were just so entranced with the other, you were desperately staring at his face in fear you’d forget it and he was stuck staring at yours not worried he would forget it because you show your face often but he was just taking in every detail he could that the cameras never seemed to catch… The little mole on your nose he was sure you probably hated but he was sure he loved, the way your cheeks could change from pink to red so fast and how it was shades of pink and red that he had never seen before… The way your eyes sparkle in a way he’s never seen anyone’s eyes sparkle and how just when he thinks they can’t get any sparklier they do when you laugh and he doesn’t know but when he laughs they’re at their sparkliest….

After the Ferris wheel we get ready to head home but as we pass by the fish game y/n stops me tugging on my sleeve softly and looking at me with puppy eyes as they ask “Calla can we please win two fish? Just two! Just so they’re not lonely… I’ll come visit all the time to help take care of them and I’ll send you money to help with their food and cleaning supplies and I’ll buy their tank and all the little decorations and everything they need!” I sigh softly rolling my eyes fondly at them as I nod and sign “Okay we can try and win some fish” They clap excitedly as they lean up and leave a kiss on my cheek, my cheeks heat up and I smile softly as I give the person the money.. We each begin throwing the ping pong balls as if our life depends on it we miss so many times but finally half way through I make one in and at the very end when we only have but two balls left y/n makes one in as well! They cheer excitedly hugging me tightly and it’s like a warmth I’ve never felt before washes over me, and when they pull away? It’s like there’s a big dark hole of cold emptiness left there that I’ve never noticed until now… We collect our fish and head to the car once in the car y/n is immediately brainstorming names “What about phineas and ferb or Drake and Josh or if they’re girls Carly and Sam?!” I snicker softly at their suggestions shrugging “Phineas and ferb sound cool but what if ones a boy and ones a girl?” Their eyes light up as they say “Phineas and Isabella” I nod as we finally begin to actually leave “I like that it’s cute like you” They blush turning their face away from me mumbling “shut up I’m not cute” I scoff softly rolling my eyes as I quickly poke their side, they squeak and jump lightly glaring at me but with no real malice “Eek! Cahalla don’t!” I snicker again and sign “Well then admit you’re cute” They sigh softly “ Fine I’m cute… to you” I shrug softly “Good enough for me”

Soon enough we made it to Walmart figuring we could get some decent stuff for now and upgrade it later on down the line. As we got out of the car y/n glanced at my face and then at my hand and I could tell what they were thinking so I wordlessly grabbed their hand pulling it to my lips for a few seconds and then let it down gently but didn’t let go instead keeping them clasped together my thumb gently rubbing their palm making them giggle softly for a few moments before sighing contently… Once inside we quickly found the fish supplies settling on a decent sized rectangle shaped aquarium, we grab the most colorful pebbles we can find, we decided to also pick out some decorations settling on a few different sized plants along with a little fake log and finally a little bubble chest!

I make sure to grab a few snacks before me and Calla leave and soon enough we’ve made it home! I carry in the snacks and the prizes while Calla carries in the aquarium supplies… We quickly rinse the aquarium and the rocks and then begin trying to find the best place to set it, we finally settle on putting it in the living room setting it on a small table off to the side. “So how much water should we add?” He shrugs softly “I don’t know maybe a little over half way? I mean we do have a lid for it so it’s not like we have to worry about them jumping out” You nod “Yea that sounds good let’s do it!” You decided even though it would take much longer to fill up this way that it was better to leave the aquarium on the table and use cups of water to fill it up… Of course you can’t take it fully serious and decide when almost done filling it up to splash a bit of water on calla as you’re filling up your cup, he gasps in surprise as you giggle before gasping as he splashes a bit on you! He snickers hiding behind his hand and you dump a little under half a cup on him and he squeaks softly before narrowing his eyes and pouring a full cup on you. Both of you are now soaked but smiling brightly at each other and before you know it you’re leaning up and he’s leaning down and your lips have connected again for the second time… You kiss only a few seconds longer before you say “As much as I enjoy this I’m getting cold and we need to finish filling the aquarium” He whines softly but nods knowing you’re right.. You each fill up your cups that being the final cups needed, you add in the special water treatment as calla grabs Phineas and Isabella… He carefully opens their bags and placed them in, you each stand back and smile looking at them, he softly wraps an arm around your waist and side holding you close against his side as you rest your head on his chest…

You stand there together a few more minutes before breaking apart, you quickly to grab some pajamas and begin to take a quick shower… Soon after Calla takes a quick shower his own self and then you each agree and decide to see if your friends are free to finally talk on discord, luckily they are you decide to play a slight prank maybe it could be called on them… Calla let’s you take his main chair as he grabs a second smaller chair for himself, you hold back a giggle as you quickly click call… Soon enough all your friends begin joining they were all quick to say their hellos to calla though they were confused asking why Calla was calling when it was y/n who asked if they were busy or not… Dream and Niki are the only two who already realize what’s going on so they simply stay silent… But for the rest of the group,the group being, Sapnap,George,Alex and Bad, they were very shocked when they suddenly heard a voice and then finally Alex being the one with a little sense realized it was you!

“Y/N THE PERSON YOU MET UP WITH WAS CALLAHAN?! NO WAY!” You giggle and Callahan smiles happily holding your hand “yep! I finally did it!” George is quick to make jokes “So have you seen his face yet or are you still like the rest of us and have no idea what he looks like” Calla covers his mouth hiding his laugh and you quickly mute to allow him to let his laugh if he wishes and he does and his laugh makes you laugh and you can hear George begging for answers but you don’t care and neither does Calla! A few more moments though and you’ve each stopped laughing and are looking at each other and suddenly Calla closes the distance leaving a quick peck on your lips… Finally you unmute “Sorry uh I’m- I mean we’re back, and for your information George…” You pause looking to Calla for confirmation that it’s okay and he nods softly “I have and it’s truly very cute and both everything I expected and nothing I ever expected” Everyone either awwed softly or made exaggerated gagging sounds which made you and Calla blush and then giggle softly, Dream was next to speak “So how are you guys communicating?” You look to Calla and he shrugs softly nodding for you to go ahead..

“Well I of course just verbally talk but Calla does a mix of sign and verbal talking but mainly just sign” Everyone thinks and decides to not make any jokes as they don’t wanna risk upsetting Calla and instead Dream takes lead saying “That’s great, so what have you guys been up to?” You and Calla look at each other knowingly smiling a bit and he presses the quietest kiss he can to you cheek as you say “We went to the fair the other day and Calla won me and plushie and we each won a fish! Calla is gonna keep them though and just video call me so I can see them when I want” Karl gasps excitedly “What did you name them?!” Calla types in chat “Well I didn’t tell y/n but I was thinking of naming them dumb and dumber” You scoff and hit him softly before going to hit the mute button but he stops you and just covers his mouth as he laughs a bit… Theres a collective sound of gasps before sapnap says “NO WAY DID CALLAHAN JUST LAUGH?!” Calla rolls his eyes at their shock and excitement light heartedly and you shrug softly as you say “maybe it was maybe it wasn’t that’s for me and Callahan to know and you guys not to know” Alex whines softly “but y/nnnn we wanna know!” Bad is quick to agree “Yea! We wanna know!” Even Niki joins in on the joke “Yes! Stop gatekeeping Callahan from us!” You and Callahan both laugh and you say “Hey I could really gatekeep him by just ending the call right now to go-“ suddenly you cut yourself off blushing realizing while yea they know your main love language is physical touch they also know you’re crushing hardcore on Calla so they might catch on… And neither of you are ready for that! You’re quick to catch yourself though saying “To go take care of Phineas and Isabella” Luckily most everyone sounds distracted well enough by the names to not realize your near mistake and they just take it as a normal small stutter, George says “But how do you know ones a boy and ones a girl?” Alex says “Yea and how do you know which is which?!” You really don’t have an answer “Well we don’t and we can at least tell them apart because one has a white spot on its head, but yea we don’t know but they need names we can’t just call them fish one and fish two!” Dream snickers “Then just call them white head and not white head” He bursts into giggles and soon everyone else is giggling as well including you and Calla soon after though you yawn softly and despite your protests Calla types in chat saying “Guys I’m gonna go ahead and make y/n get some sleep we’ll try and call you all again soon okay?” Everyone starts saying a chorus of sad goodbyes and a mixture of well wishes and jokes…

Soon enough the call is finally over and you whine softly looking at Calla before giggling softly “Now they’re really gonna think I’m gatekeeping you” he laughs as he stands and holds his arms out to you as he says “so let them think what they want maybe I like you gatekeeping me…” he pauses as you walk towards him and then he swiftly picks you up bridal style “maybe I want you to gatekeep me all night…” Your eyes widen a bit before another yawn escapes and you blush “Let me get some pajamas first okay? Then I would love to gatekeep you all night” he smiles blushing brightly as he carries you to your room and gently sets you down before turning around and shutting your door waiting outside it for you.. You find some comfy shorts and t-shirt tossing it on and open the door lightly tapping Calla’s shoulder, and despite your insistence that you can walk he turns around and smiles picking you up once more and he carries you to the bathroom allowing you to do your business and you allow him to do his and then you each brush your teeth and despite you insisting again that you can walk he says “no I wanna carry you it’s nice I uh like having you in my arms…” You blush leaving a kiss on his cheek, soon after you’re back to his room and he sets you down and you each pull back the covers and climb in… Calla and you both get comfortable and then he nervously puts his arms around your back hands resting on your stomach and you smile snuggling closer to him and within minutes you’re each asleep..

[keisurin]

#first date

#ft; tendou, suna, matsukawa

#FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, cursing, hq x gn!reader

#hcs of you and the haikyuu boys first date!!

#tendou: you both were best friends to begin with and you’re basically the same person so he probably plans some wild shit on your first date.

without paying, you both sneak into a cinema and watch like 4 other movies, how did you not get caught? no one knows.

you post a lot on your stories to which semi and reon are telling you “stop” or “do the right thing” just disciplining the two of you while ushijima replies with 🌝👍 honestly, why the fuc- anyways.

he like kisses you on the forehead etc etc he tries to take it slow cause it’s the first date but he does love holding your hand in public.

in the end of the day,☺️ i can imagine he fucking blows up fireworks at some abandoned land for your entertainment like he’s serenading you bye you you can’t change my mind. it adds on to the fun when your energy matches him. if people saw what you two were doing, they’d assume you’re cult leaders or performing a ritual anything satanic.

#suna: suna won’t go on a date with just anyone. he has to like them and feel like he wants to devote his life to them, yes? i’m joking but if he catches feelings for someone, he would def do anything for them and puts in as much effort as he can.

homeboy definitely has that cash, so fancy dinner at some expensive and boujee restaurant while the two of you are wearing like sweatpants and crummy t-shirt’s. yea idk but yk, yall would.

after that you get tired of the sophisticated shit and ditch it. you go back to his place and even if you’re a gamer or not, you play mario kart or smash all day while cuddling. maybe watch a movie and order takeout because he has an addiction to eating chicken wings at least 3 times a week. uh, yes. 

KYA omg but you meet his sister when you’re about to eat and she loves you, you love her. a rintarou slander, she tells you everything about him and basically saying “run away while you can but do come home here for me” yep yall are best friends. rintarou can’t get over how the two of you just clicked and he really loves it but on the outside he’s telling his sister to get out his room.

#matsukawa: god. he’s talking to makki the whole time and on a fucking walkie talkie ohmfg. and when he talks to him, he acts like he’s suddenly in a private room and you’re not there. right beside him. holding his hand.

like he goes “bro what do i say to them?” and makki says smt like “tell them ‘you have beautiful eyes’” to which he turns to you and says “i have beautiful eyes.” you and makki can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.  but yall are close so it doesn’t bother you. you actually really love it and you get a good laugh out of it and mattsun of course still has his 100% attention on you.

you go to an amusement park, he loves rollercoasters but despite the love for the thrill he can’t help but hold tightly onto the bar and going on them alot of times gets him sick.

unfortunately for the both of you, you ask “do you wanna hold my hand?” as a romantic gesture. in his head he’s saying aRe yoU sure about that but he also doesn’t want to sounds rude so he kindly obliges to it. 

rip to your hand, purple as a grape when you get off the ride and you have a loopy and sick mattsun beside you in the verge of throwing up. it’s even more fun when he’s all droopy so he leans onto you and there’s people telling you “wahh you’re such a cute couple!!” like yes thank you but he’s a heavy man, send help. HWHAHA jkjk you love him so much and will take care of him with your life. exaggerated but sure. you bring him to your place and you crash into bed. even tho he’s half asleep he gives you the best cuddles~

gen taglist; @tanakaslastbraincell @indecisivehusky @mint-mai @yafriendlyfangirl @blana @franko-pop

[ofmythsandmadness]

stop moving | d.h

you do diego’s eyeliner. 2k words.

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NOTES: gender neutral. long haired diego. i don’t know why i’m writing this and i kinda hate it lol, i rarely write this sort of thing but y’know. i’m going to check all messages, notifs & messed gems in the morning, i’m really only posting this and ghosting again, bc i know otherwise i’ll never do it. and y’know, i want to feel productive about something. take care folks <3

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"CAN YOU PLEASE STOP MOVING?!”

Hot breath stings your trembling fingers as Diego huffs a laugh; it’s barely a sound, a mumble of a chuckle, but you feel it vibrate through your body and hit your hand and it almost does you in. You almost just give up and confess your undying attraction, right then and there. And as though you need more contact, even more of him pressing against you, egging you closer to the precipice that will surely be your infatuated doom. 

“You’re the one who asked to do this, you don’t get to complain.”

“Well, you wanted it. You agreed to this!”

“I--” another exhale against your hand, another peal of laughter following shortly. You've half a mind to clamp his mouth shut with it, if it wouldn’t ignite yet another ill-thought fantasy of yours. “This was still your idea.”

Your smile buds and blooms despite your brain begging your lips to be still. You can’t help it; he’s too good at weaseling into the cracks of your composure. One look, one soft chuckle and you’re set for life. It doesn’t help that you’re basically on his lap, cradling his face in your hands like he’s a baby, and his own fingers tap-tap-tap away on your hips, creating a rhythm no one else but you can make out. Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t totally cracked yet, this close and this personal.

“Shut your eyes.”

“They are shut.”

“No they’re not!” you poke lightly at the fluttering lids. Your lip snags on your bottom lip; a poor attempt to hide a giggle. “I can’t do this with your eyes open.”

“D'aww…” his lids shut as he groans. “So I’m just supposed to sit here? Let you draw on my face in total darkness?”

You click your tongue, half in disapproval in his exaggeration, and half because you’ve won yet again against his stubbornness. “I won’t be long. Suck it up.”

“Sure. Y’know, I have siblings; I know how long it takes them to do makeup, and-”

“-stop moving, asshole!” Your free hand tugs ever lightly on a strand of hair, one of the many that’s slipped out of his ponytail. Repressed thoughts flash in sultry red across your thoughts and you swallow, quickly letting the hair go. “I-I need you to stay still, or this will take forever.”

Diego sighs and his grip tightens around your hips. Before you know it, he’s moving you. “Then stop wriggling,” he grumbles, flattening you against his legs. You’re basically straddling him, at that point, and your mind goes absolutely blank at how much more intimate this feels. Does he notice? Or is this just another friendly motion you’re yet again reading into?

Your mouth tastes of cotton balls and it’s dry as an Arizona summer. Still, you manage an ‘okay’ before readying your pen again. All you can hope for is a steady hand, though by the way he still holds your waist, and how your mouth lingers mere inches from his lips -- well, you’re coming undone.

It’s just eyeliner, you tell yourself. Your hand rises and swipes; black begins to pool its deep colour against his lashes, low and thin. The line builds taller, thicker as you work, extending out to the corner of his eye. As he breathes, and you try to remind yourself how to, the eyeliner pen works its shaky magic and draws the slightest tinge of a wing against his skin. 

“How’s it going?”

At least he’s kind enough to mumble it, though his face still shifts under your hold. Once more your tongue clicks. 

“It goes better when you don’t speak.”

He swallows his laugh; you know, because you feel his throat work as you hold his head steady. It’s strange and exhilarating, to be so close and still so far away. You want to cradle his cheeks gentler, to hold his face with the heart of a lover, but you’re terrified he’ll recognise your touch and realise your feelings. So you barely touch him and remind yourself to be professional about this.

It’s eyeliner, not a rom-com.

“I’m bored,” he whisper whines. 

“Shh.”

“It’s too quiet.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, patting his cheek gently. “M’working.”

“Y/N...”

You pull away and sit back on his thighs. His left eye doesn’t look half bad, but if he keeps talking… “You can’t talk, ‘else it’s gonna look bad!”

“Then you talk!”

You baulk. “What?”

“I’ll be quiet,” he swears, pouting up to you with eyes still shut, “but please, say something before I lose my mind.”

“Well, I-I-what about?”

“I don’t know. Anything.” He smiles softly. “I like hearing you talk. Don’t care what about.”

You could die right then and there. It’s a simple compliment, it’s really the bare minimum, but you’re already head over heels. And just a couple of soft spoken works are all you need to do you in and nearly keel you over, still straddling his muscular thighs.

“Uh…” you cough, forcing out the giddy tremble that threatens to take your voice. No lovesick teen voice today, thank you very much. “Okay. I don’t have much to...well, the other day, I saw my coworker totally wipe out leaving work.” You pause, expecting some reply, but he stays silent. “And he... he ate so much shit, he might as well dunked his head in a gas station toilet. And - and you know, normally I’d try to sympathise, but when you always make a point to park in my parking spot, I don’t care. Brett’s such an ass. And I don’t blame him, cause he’s got an asshole name -- Brett can’t be anything else but an asshole. So it's his parents fault probably but still, I…”

You continue on, slipping from the topic of your coworker to the free muffin you got with your coffee last week, to the prospects of buying a pet to keep your apartment less lonely, and to what probably felt like a thousand and one things ranted at him. All the while your hands continue, making neat work of a task that had just felt impossible.

And miraculously, aside from a chuckle thrown now and then, Diego stays silent. Maybe he actually means it. Maybe he does like your voice -- or he’s so bored he’s falling asleep, you don’t know. But it’s okay, you don’t let yourself linger on that, too content with taking in his relaxed features and the gentleness of the afternoon sun on the two of you.

“Aaaand….there!” With a triumphant shout, you throw the eyeliner to the side and your hands plunge towards the sky, fist-pumping like you’d just won the lottery. Your body bounces up and down on his lap like a child meeting Santa; in your excitement, you barely notice. “You’re done!”

“That’s it?”

“Yup.” You grabble for a mirror, looking away from him for a moment as you reach for the handle. Wiping it off, you’re focused solely on making sure the glass is clean enough for him to see himself in, and your brain is distracted enough to totally forget what you’ve even done, enough so when you look up, all you have is,

“Oh.”

Look, you know Diego is an attractive man. You’ve known since the day you met; he’s a beautiful guy, a handsome asshole who wormed his way into your befuddled heart before you could even learn his name. He’s pretty enough that if he wasn’t so set on his weird vigilante career, he could probably shoot for being a damn supermodel. He’s a catch! But all those years of knowing that and feeling like that could not prepare you for the sight in front of you.

Diego squints at you, cocking his head. “Is it okay?”

“I…” Delicate black lines his upper lash line, making his deep brown eyes stand out even more. He’s smiling still, full lips curving up to only make your heart pound faster. A strand of his hand falls across his face, painting the gentlest of shadows but it doesn’t bother his pretty face. “I...no, no, yea-ah…”

“Wow,” he laughs, jabbing a finger into your side. “Eloquent.”

“I-I-shut up,” you stammer. You force the mirror into his hands and look away. You’re still on his lap, still straddling his lap and the logical part of your brain begs you to get it together and fall off, already. But the stupid, foolish, absolutely idiotic part leaves you paralysed. “Just look for yourself.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for him in the silence. There’s nothing, though, for achingly painful seconds, until the mirror shifts down. “Huh.”

“Huh, good? Or bad?” 

“I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Really? What’s wrong?”

“It’s not bad,” he assures you, his smile evident in his tone. “Just different. Don’t know how to feel about it.”

“O-oh...well, if it makes you feel better, I think it looks great.”

“You do?”

Oh, dammit. That came out with way too much enthusiasm, didn’t it? Your legs are concrete as you shift, face angled towards the floor. Hopefully he’s strong enough to push you off him when your body literally catches flame from humiliation. 

“You look good man,” he mocked back to you. But he’s grinning, egging you on like a child who knows he’s got you twisted around his pinky finger. “Come on, say it like you don’t have a gun to your head!”

And maybe you do, maybe you’re holding the revolver to your temple, just asking to get screwed if you dare speak beyond the most stilted compliment you’ve ever extended to someone. He’s a friend, you remind yourself; friends are allowed to compliment the other. They’re allowed to say they look good and not make it a thing, even if they wish it was a thing, and--

“--hey? You in there?”

“Sorry,” you say to the floor. You swear a thousand curses before looking back to Diego. And, yeah -- he still looks impossibly good. The ageing afternoon sun falls just perfectly against his skin, flushing him into the being of a god, standing in your apartment while you, a mere mortal, remains stuck to his thick thighs.

You gulp in air desperately, trying to catch your gaze on something, anything else -- but nothing sticks. He’s still there, inches from you, desperately aching for you to stare at.

“No, uh, yeah. You look - you look hot.”

Wait.

That wasn’t--

“-I look hot?”

That isn’t what you were supposed to say.

“I,” you have literally nothing to save yourself. This is the end! You’re young Leo and Rose is shoving you off the door and into the icy waters, and you’ve just got one last look at pretty Diego to satiate the freezing burn before you succumb to it. “I...wasn’t...that wasn’t what I meant.”

He has no right to look so smug. But he does it anyway. He leans away from your hands as they flutter through the air on their own accord, looking at you through half-lidded pools of caramel. “You don’t think I look hot?”

“Don’t,” you warn, with little strength behind it. “Don’t twist my words.”

“I’m just asking.”

He leans back in. You’re almost touching again. 

Is this weird? This is definitely weird.

You swallow back the lump in your throat and stare back at him. This all feels like fifth grade all over again -- awkward, sticky and like every move is the wrong move. But you can’t stop yourself from playing into his hands, because that sly, shameful part of you wants this more than will ever be admitted. You want him to look at you like this, like you could hang the stars if he asked you to...and you want him to pull you closer, as he does, and mean it.

Could he?

“Would you hate me? If I thought you looked hot?”

Diego head cocks to the side as he seemingly contemplates your words. A nudge meets your side; you look down to see his hands once again reaching for you. Though it's on their own accord this time, gently landing on your left hip, then the right. You shiver.

“That depends,” he says slowly. His eyes narrow, black wings just barely crinkling in. “D’you mean it like, ‘oH, that’s so-oo hot, woW-’”

Your laugh is hardly a whisper. It cracks even before your lips. “Come on.”

“Or, do you…” his fingers dig in a little more. They nudge at the fabric of your top, daring it to move enough so they could cradle the flesh hidden underneath. “You mean it the other way?”

Heart in throat, all the courage you can possibly muster with it, you mutter, “the...other way, probably.” Then a second later, “is that okay?”

“Mm…” His fingers finally reach your skin. You shiver under his touch, warm and unflinching as they brush against the soft curves. Diego’s face comes towards your own and you force yourself not to move. But he doesn’t stop, instead he goes past you, brushing his plush lips against your earlobe. “I would say...that if all this took was making you do my eyeliner, I shoulda asked years ago.”

“I, okay...don’t play with me, here--”

“--I’m serious,” he protests lowly. His lips leave your ear but they don’t run far. Instead, you find them a brush away from your own, just as you were minutes before. Only this time, you don’t try to clamp your mouth shut and skirt away from the touch. You nudge your nose against his own, exhaling softly as more skin meets the heat of his own. “You think I just let anyone sit on my lap like this, without thinkin’ it could be more?”

You shrug like this is normal. Like you’re perfectly at peace with the universe and the way you’re wondering how his tongue would taste, pushing back against your own. “I mean...do you?”

“No,” he chuckles low. “No, I’m...not into friendly lap dances, actually.”

“O-oh. Mm.”

He pulls you closer. He wants you closer.

“Diego…” You’re unravelling. You’re fucking unravelling, unnerved by his voice and his hands and you’re putty in them, all inhibitions sliding away like you’re three drinks in. His hands by your sides leave their marks against your skin; you can feel the pads of his fingers, burning into your skin like they were molten iron and not just mere brushes. “I...”

“Tell me.” He sounds cocky. He has a right to be, even if you’re damned to admit it. “Tell me what you think.”

Your hands shiver up his forearms, clinging to his bare shoulders as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your mind’s going a mile a minute and you refuse to listen to a single thought. You’re only feeling him.

“Y/N…”

“Fine,” you huff, with a smile. Your noses brush again; your eyes flutter shut with his image imprinted against their lids. “I think you look...hot as hell, Diego.”

“Yeah.” He’s grinning; you can hear it in his voice, that smirk that makes your gut flip like a damn rollercoaster ride. “S’what I thought, baby.”

And then he kisses you.

A/N: i normally hate writing oblivious characters but this wasn’t even intentional really. every time i try to write something remotely sexual i just lead the reader into ‘oH tHiS iS jUsT wHaT fRiEnDs Do’ and ‘iT’S wEiRd rIgHt’. to my defense...i doubt you’re on this page reading this expecting good sexual tension. i’m not the tua writer for that; let me know if you want recommendations for that because trust me, there are better authors for that. for now, you get this. <3

[tngrace]

Bright Lights, Big City

This is for one of my best friends in the whole world. Today is her birthday and I wanted to write something for her. I hope you love it boo, @justkillingtimewhileiwait

read here on A03; 911 LS masterlist

The Strand-Reyes household always looked forward to the two weeks before Christmas. TK and Carlos had kept with tradition even in their newest positions as paramedic and detective and saved vacation for the week of Christmas and New Years. This year they were leaving the day after Christmas really early in the morning to go to NYC to visit Gwyn. It was the first time the family was travelling to NYC and there was a lot of excitement and a lot of anxiety. Carlos had never flown before and he was a little anxious about it if he were being honest. TK assured him it would be fine, but Carlos wasn’t sure he believed him. 

Christmas Day was eventful as always. Gabriel, Andrea, and Owen came over for breakfast and to watch the kids open presents. Later in the afternoon, the rest of the crew and Carlos’s partner came over for dinner and to play with the kids. Carlos and TK took the time the kids were occupied with their aunts and uncles to finish the last minute packing. “TK are you sure about this? Ryder hasn’t been feeling the best, airports are going to be so crowded, it’s snowing in NYC, and what if the flights are delayed or….”

TK cradles Carlos’s face. “Deep breath babe.” They take a couple of exaggerated breaths together. “I know you’re nervous about flying, but I promise it’s not that bad. The kids will be fine. We’ll pack his allergy meds. We got this.” 

Carlos nods as he rests his forehead against TK’s. “We got this,” he murmurs. 

“Maybe I’ll blow you before we get on the plane,” TK smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows at Carlos. 

“And who would watch our children?” he deadpans back. TK laughs at him and goes back to packing. “I can do it tonight once they’re asleep. We just have to be at the airport by four in the morning.” 

“You’re a menace,” he grunts as he shakes his head. “But I love you anyways.” Carlos’s smile is bright as always when declaring his love for TK and TK returns the smile with equal amounts of love. 

Their friends and family eventually leave, and TK and Carlos get the kids in bed. TK makes good on his promise, which does help relax Carlos, but he'd never admit that to TK. They get the car packed and load the sleeping kids. Thankfully, they stay asleep on the drive to the airport and all through check in. Ryder is slightly fussy when he wakes, but TK gets him his meds and juice and he settles right into TK’s chest. Sofia is her normal happy self when she wakes. She’s excited to be going to see her Mimi, but she’s also picked up on her Papa’s nerves about flying. They’ve both done their best to reassure her, but she really feeds off Carlos. The kids are awake for about an hour, when they are called to board. TK sends Gwyn a text letting her know they’re boarding and will see her soon. 

Unfortunately for Carlos, their seats are over the wheels. They’ve switched kids hoping that TK’s calm demeanor will help Sofia stay calm. Ryder is dozing on Carlos, the meds making him sleepy when they start moving. Carlos is doing his best to stay calm, but honestly he’s freaking out. When they start climbing in the air, the wheels come up, and it's loud. Carlos tenses even more as Sofia starts crying. She buries her face in TK’s neck as he tries to calm her. “It’s fine; it’s going to be ok, baby girl. Nothing is wrong. They’re just pulling the wheels up.” He rubs her back as he calms her, and he squeezes Carlos’s hand. “It’s ok babe. Everything is fine.” 

Sofia calms down at TK’s quiet reassurances and thankfully the rest of the flight goes smoothly. Ryder is a little grumpy at being woken and jostled as they get off, but Carlos does his best to keep him happy. They head over to baggage claim, TK letting Gwyn know they were getting their luggage. The kids stayed in their parents arms, both clinging to them at the loud and busy airport. It was a shock to all of them except for TK. “You’ve got to be getting me,” TK groans when he reads Gwyn’s response. 

“What’s wrong?” Carlos takes Sofia so TK can get the luggage. 

“Mom’s at the office. We have to get a cab.” TK’s frustration with his mom is apparent, especially since Gwyn knew they were coming. Carlos nods as they push their way through the airport. “Cab won’t be that bad.” TK gives him the side eye and Carlos just sighs. Before they’re able to flag down a cab, TK spots someone he wasn’t sure he’d ever see again. “TK?” 

“Enzo?” TK asks with confusion. 

“Yea. Hey kid. Your mom said you were coming into town. I thought she was picking you up.” 

“Uh… yea. She was supposed to, but apparently she’s still at the office. We were just catching a cab. Wait… you’ve been in contact with mom recently?” TK was confused because he thought Enzo and his mom were done a few years ago. 

Enzo looks between him and Carlos holding the kids as he scratches at the back of his neck. “Uh… yea. We.. uh… I take it she hasn’t told you?” 

“Told me what exactly?” TK can feel Carlos becoming increasingly more uncomfortable with the situation as people mill around them. It’s hard for his husband to turn off his cop brain, and large crowds tend to put him on edge, especially when the kids are with them. Add that to a complete stranger to him that is putting TK on edge, and Carlos’s patience wears thin quickly.

Enzo seems to want to avoid answering TK’s question. “Why don’t I drop you four off at your mom’s and she’ll explain everything?” 

“Yes. Thanks,” Carlos pipes up. He knows TK would’ve argued until he got his answers, and he doesn’t blame him, but he’d be happier if they got out of the airport. TK gives him the side eye again, and Carlos just shrugs nodding to the kids who have both buried their faces in his neck at this point. TK nods his assent, and they follow Enzo to his car. Enzo helps TK load their luggage while Carlos gets in the back with the kids. They’d brought a car seat for Ryder so Carlos strapped it in while Sofia held Ryder for him. “Thank you baby girl,” he grins as he takes Ryder strapping him in. He makes sure Sofia is strapped in as he settles between them, and TK gets in the front with Enzo. The car ride to Gwyn’s place is silent, and the kids can pick up on the tension. “Papa me want out,” Ryder cries when the tension filled silence gets to be too much for him. 

“It’s ok buddy. We’ll be at Mimi’s in no time,” he tries to comfort him. He gives him his stuffed dog that he absolutely loves, and Ryder settles some. When they get to Gwyn’s TK is out of the car before Carlos can even blink. “TK come on,” Enzo says, getting out following him. 

“No. You don’t want to explain anything so there’s nothing to say. My son’s allergies are acting up, my kids feed off tension, and this is Carlos’s first time in the city. It's not fair to them for mom to be pulling some drama right off the bat. We’re tired. I’ll talk to mom later.” 

“TK…” Carlos gets the kids out as TK slams the trunk shut. 

“Enzo, you’ve always been straight with me. You’ve always been good to me. I don’t want to jeopardize that by saying the wrong thing right now. So I’m going to go upstairs and get my family settled, and I’m sure I’ll see you this week if my assumptions are correct.”

Enzo just nods and steps back. “Nice to meet you,” Carlos tells him as he follows TK inside the fancy apartment building. They get on the elevator and head upstairs. Luckily the bellhop knows TK and lets them into the apartment since TK doesn't have a spare key. Carlos is in awe at how gorgeous it is. The apartment is immaculate, and the view is breathtaking. “Uh.. TK,” Carlos says holding the kids. 

“Yea?” TK asks, giving him a confused look. 

“This place is… the kids will…” 

TK chuckles softly as he walks back over to his husband. “Yea… mom’s place is really nice, but she offered to let us stay here. She knows the kids won’t be perfect. It’s fine. I promise,” TK says, reaching for Ryder. 

“Daddy… me snuffy,” he says, rubbing his eyes and sniffing. 

“I know little man. Let's get settled and get some medicine and juice?” Ryder nods as TK takes him. 

“Papa, can I go look around?” Sofia asks. 

“Yea baby girl. Just.. be careful.” Gwyn’s apartment is honestly putting Carlos on edge because of how perfect it is. 

“Carlos, come here,” TK quietly demands. 

He sits down beside TK on the couch. Ryder has taken his medicine and is content sitting on the couch with them for the moment. “It’s ok babe. I know it looks like a lot, but she’s not going to be mad if they get it a little dirty.” 

“I know… it’s just a lot… it’s just not home.” He gives TK a bashful shrug. He is looking forward to exploring TK’s city, but he feels like he needs some sleep and comfort. 

“I get it.” TK gives his hand a squeeze with a reassuring soft kiss. “So tonight we’re ordering some of my favorite takeout and having a night in,” he smiles as Sofia rejoins them. 

"Sounds good," Carlos smiles. TK takes care of ordering the takeout while Carlos takes a quick shower to wash away the traveling grime. Ryder joins him letting the steam from the shower help his stuffy nose. "Feeling ok little man?" Carlos asks, scrubbing his head with shampoo. 

"Mecine hewps," he grins up at Carlos. 

"It sure does," Carlos chuckles. Once they're done, Carlos dresses in some sweats and gets Ryder in his pj's. Sofia takes a quick shower next and gets in her pj's. By the time that's done, the food has arrived and still no Gwyn. Carlos can tell it's grating on TK's nerves that she's at the office, but he's trying not to let it show to the kids. They're all in bed by the time Gwyn shows up. 

The next morning is rough. TK and Gwyn get into a huge argument before she goes to work. TK apologizes to Carlos, but Carlos assures him everything is ok. They take the kids out to tour the city and all the places TK loves. The kids absolutely love the snow, and TK insists on building snowmen and making snow angels in the park. The kids have a blast, but Carlos hates the cold. Texas usually doesn't get this cold, and it leaves him feeling cold all the time. TK is highly amused at how grumpy Carlos gets when cold, but he doesn't mind the extra snuggles from his husband. 

It took until two days before they're supposed to leave before Gwyn takes time off work and actually talks with TK. Carlos and the kids hung out in the guest room watching TV, and Carlos just prayed the TV was loud enough to drown them out. Her and Enzo reconciled to an extent; they'd been hooking up when time allowed, but she didn't want TK to get his hopes up. TK had to remind her he was a grown adult that lived in another state. As long as she was happy, he didn't care what she did, but he didn't like the lying and secrets. He especially didn't like her working over their vacation when they came to spend time with her and he definitely let her know it. They eventually talked it out, and Enzo joined them for dinner that night at a fancy restaurant of Gwyn's choosing. It was definitely more high end then Carlos would have chosen, but it was nice and thankfully the kids were well behaved. 

Carlos had enjoyed seeing TK's city and where he grew up. He loved seeing his husband in that different light, but he honestly couldn't wait to get back home. The cold weather had not done any favors to Ryder's allergies, and Gwyn spent their last day nagging TK about how they were taking care of him, and what they should be doing differently. Carlos’s nerves were honestly frayed and he knew Sofia was feeding off the tension from him and between TK and Gwyn. "Mom, seriously. Just let us be for the night and tomorrow we'll be back in Austin," TK finally said having had enough. The look of surprise on Gwyn’s face was honestly amusing because she was honestly clueless when it came to TK at times. Thankfully after that little blow up, they were able to pack and get the kids settled for the night. "If we ever come back, we're getting a motel," TK whines as they climb in bed. "I honestly thought she'd be better with the kids. I'm sorry this week has been so stressful," he whispers, kissing apologies into Carlos's skin. 

"Stop. You have nothing to apologize for. This week has been fine, and I've loved getting to see your city. Just maybe… come back when it's warmer." It gets the laugh he was hoping for, and they eventually drift off to sleep. 

The plane ride back to Austin is a little smoother. Carlos nor Sofia like it any better, but they at least knew what to expect. They were all definitely glad to be home, and if it was a few more years before they went back to NYC well they blamed work for keeping them busy. 

[vegetalass]

if you dont mind, maybe some cute fluff of RDR2 boys getting ready for a first date with their s/o? 🥰

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG but yes, anything for u!! I hope u enjoy!!

long post ahead!

Arthur 

The fact that Arthur even agreed to a date in the first place is a little weird

He thinks that just asking if you want to be a couple is enough

The moment you start dating he turns into an old man who thinks you’ve been married for years 

It’s like... Arthur… Buddy… It’s been like two weeks, bruv

That’s why you have to be the one to ask him to go on a date, because then there’s no way he’d be able to say no 

He’s not against them, but in his mind, it’s just that in his mind, dates are things that people like him Do Not do

Mostly because he’s tried them in the past and either ended up disappointing someone or being disappointed 

Besides, you already know that you have fun with each other so it’s not like you need to do anything special 

WRONG!!!

Charles probably asks him if he’s nervous and he’s laughs because of course he’s not

But the moment he wakes up on the day of the date… Oh Lord… 

He was totally chill and relaxed about it up until this point, and it’s literally only then that he starts to panic

Mostly just because he begins to second doubt himself 

And not just himself but everything

Maybe you won’t like the shirt he picked out... Or maybe you won’t like his face shaved... Or maybe you don’t want to be seen in public with him... 

The list is endless 

Eventually, he gets so worked up that he has to call Charles, who reminds him that it’s been fine up until that point, and it’s not like you would ask him to go on a date or even admit to liking him back if you DIDN’T want to go out with him… So, what’s his problem? 

He then has to spend like 3 hours in the bathroom trying to make himself look presentable 

Most of this time is spent deciding whether or not he needs to shave

(Yes, he does)

And if he should wear the blue or red shirt 

Or… Maybe the white one

He spends a long time picking out flowers because he thinks most of them are either too gaudy or not gaudy enough 

He didn’t have the forethought to order them in advance, though 

He’s still a little nervous when he does finally pick you up, but seeing how happy you are to just to be out with him soothes his worries one hundred times over

And if you kiss him on the way home, he considers that your first REAL kiss 

Nothing else even compared

How well does he shower before getting ready? - He doesn’t want to disappoint you in any way, so he scrubs himself real good. 10/10 

John 

Very similar to Arthur in how he feels about dates 

He thinks they’re fine and great… But doesn’t really see why he should participate in them 

Especially since every time he tried to go on ones with Abigail, something would go wrong

And after Jack, she honestly probably just didn’t want to go on them anymore

Which was 100% fine with him because they’re both pretty busy people

That being said, with you it’s a little different 

He still doesn’t really care much about the actual date part, but he also doesn’t want you to slip through his fingers the way Abigail did 

He wants you to know that you’re loved and valued in the beginning of the relationship before it’s too late to tell you 

That’s why it’s his idea to suggest the date 

He probably says something like, “Hey…… Uh…… Now that we’re….. You know….. *cough*…….. Would you want to……… Possibly………. Maybe………”

Cue you sitting there like ?????? 

If you tell him that he doesn’t need to go to the effort of taking you out, he’s like “Uh, Yes I Do! >:(“

Even if you never expected him to in the first place 

Basically because you assumed being with him would be pretty lowkey

But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to try and put the work in 

Honestly, probably doesn’t know if he should be nervous or not

Realistically, he thinks that he should be, but for some reason, can’t muster up the nerves and is overall pretty chill about it 

But that doesn’t mean getting ready for the date itself is any less of an Experience (TM) 

Probably spends the whole day thinking “Date tonight… You have a date tonight…. First date IS TODAY…. Don’t forget to get ready….. THERE’S A DATE” that he does end up getting ready late 

Suddenly it’s 4PM and he’s like *squidward opening eyes meme*

He does manage to get ready in time, though

Despite arriving with his shirt half buttoned and the flowers slightly wilted

It makes you laugh to see him trying so hard to be a good boyfriend

Just because I love John with his haircut… Yes, he gets a haircut before the date

He did this before the day of, though

And lowkey you probably don’t recognize him at first

This time, John is the one who’s like ?????? 

How well does he shower before getting ready? - A solid shower. Nothing to really complain about. 7/10 

Charles 

You’ve probably been dating for two days and he’s already The Best Boyfriend in the Entire World

He’s always trying to make any time you spend together special so dates just… aren’t at the top of his list

Charles is like… “A date??? Every day is a date with you…”

Literally I have to go cry about this now because he’s too sweet

Regardless, he does want to take you out, so of course the first time is going to be important!

He’s not so much nervous about going on the date as he is about you enjoying yourself on it, so the preparation itself is pretty important 

The night before, he runs through everything in his head to make sure all his plans seem solid

And when he wakes up, starts getting ready immediately just to make sure everything goes smoothly 

Eats a healthy breakfast, sends you a text, picks up flowers, etc.

It’s not a busy day, but he likes not having to rush

Doesn’t have a problem choosing an outfit because he doesn’t think it’s that important 

He’s not going to show up in pajamas, but he’s not going to go overboard thinking about what he should wear 

His only criteria for it is that it’s appropriate for the situation and he it suits him

(This is also good because it means that you don’t have to try very hard for him to think you look good in whatever you end up wearing, too)

When he’s finally ready to pick you up, he hypes himself up in the mirror just to get rid of any last minute jitters that he may be feeling

For the most part, he’s really calm and hides his nerves pretty well, but that doesn’t mean you don’t give him butterflies 

And he just wants your first date to be memorable

The flowers he brings you are specially ordered from the local florist 

And he writes a cute note to go with them

How well does he shower before getting ready? - He takes a good, respectable shower. 8/10

Micah 

Honestly, the likelihood of Micah ever having been on a date before is very small

He knows that they’re a thing that couples do but probably thinks everyone’s descriptions of them are exaggerated or silly

Why would he need to take you on a date if you already know that he likes you since he asked you out in the first place…?

Isn’t being nice to you enough? 

That’s why you have to be the one to suggest going on a date, and even then, he probably scoffs or laughs at the idea

But that doesn’t mean the suggestion doesn’t haunt him 

Goes to bed every night and is like… “Maybe… we should be going on dates?” 

UH, YEA?

Eventually it gets to the point where he feels… G-g-guilty almost

Probably mentioned the fact that you brought up going on a date to Dutch and he was like, “You mean you haven’t had one yet?” 

Oops. 

So then he immediately sets one up 

And feels bad that he didn’t do it sooner when he sees how happy you are when he asks

Ironically, he ends up getting super excited for the date, too 

Mostly because he’s realizes that he’s just happy someone agreed to go out with him in the first place and actually wants to do things with him 

It’s a pretty unusual feeling for him, but definitely not bad 

This doesn’t mean that he will wear anything special or buy you flowers, though

He’s not getting that sappy

How well does he shower before getting ready? - He doesn’t. 0/10

He’s not dirty or anything though, he just doesn’t think he needs to take one 

Dutch 

Honestly, the only reason you’re dating is probably because he asked you out on a date

It was a calculated move on his part because he knew you already liked him, but still… 

He’s someone who takes things like dates very seriously

Even if they are a rare occasion due to how busy he is

He’s like a little kid with how excited he gets just thinking about it

And he definitely spares no expenses when planning it

Even if you told him that he didn’t need to do anything special, he wouldn’t listen 

Hosea gets tired of him talking about it and asking if his plans seem alright

He’s like, “Dutch, I’ve told you no on the limo five times already” 

And still Dutch is like “Mmmmmm, are you sure, though?” 

Extravagances aside, he is really just trying to make you happy and declare his love for you 

Especially since he doesn’t know how often he’ll be able to in the future

And since he wants you to have at least a few fond memories of him in case something happens to him 

But that’s just in case, right? 

On the day of the date, from the moment he wakes up, he’s thinking about it

Keeps checking his watch to make sure he has enough time to get ready 

And is surprised when only 20 minutes have gone by since the last time he checked

Spends an hour just trying to make sure his hair looks right 

And probably cycles through four different shirts a bunch of times just because he can’t decide 

Sends a text to Hosea with 4 different selfies asking which is best 

Gets left on read

Translation: All of them look fine

Though he did end up deciding against the limo, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t show up ready to show you off 

Buys you the biggest bouquet he can find

You end up having to hold it in both arms

How well does he shower before getting ready? - He showers but is so excited that it’s not as thorough as it could’ve been. 6/10

Kieran 

The date itself is kind of a mutual idea

The relationship probably isn’t even official yet despite the fact that you’re already 100% exclusive 

A silent agreement, of sorts

You probably end up giving him some sort of hint that you “wouldn’t mind doing something with him, sometime...” and he takes it from there 

Dates are something that he thought he’d never have to worry about 

Mostly because he associates them with people who are a lot different from him

But also because he thought that he’d never really have the chance to meet someone he’d want to start a serious relationship with 

Hence why he’s so new to the whole situation, but still determined to change this

He wants to go one dates like the ones he’s always heard about

He’s both excited and worried because…

1. This means that you do, in fact like him back, but…

2. He could also fuck everything up 

Doesn’t sleep at all the night before

Spends the entire night running through every scenario of what could happen 

Also thinking about how you met and how lucky he is to be with you 

He had to plan his outfit in advance because he needed a lot of time to figure out how to balance casual wear with something date worthy

But, with the outfit out of the way, he manages to get ready pretty quickly and ends up just sitting around waiting to leave 

Spends the extra time praying that he didn’t choose the wrong thing to wear

He’s so cute… Twiddling his thumbs and everything

Sends you a cute “On my way!” text with one of those cute dancing stickers 

His flower choice is a single rose tied up with a ribbon 

And he nearly faints when you kiss his cheek in thanks

How well does he shower before getting ready? - He tries really hard to take a good one. 8/10

Javier

Dates are very important to him

To him, they signify dedication and compassion 

And overall, just that he’s willing and wants to put in the work to show you that he cares

That’s why he asks you out on a real date the moment you become official 

He’s super excited because it’s not everyday that you get to go on a FIRST date with someone 

Which is why he’s also a meticulous planner

It’s not just about making you happy, but impressing you and proving (mostly to himself) that he’s a good lover 

Even if he knows that you wouldn’t mind something more lowkey 

It’s just that whatever you do has to be special 

He’s nervous, not because he’s afraid, but because he wants things to go as well as they possibly could

Out of everyone, spends the most time thinking about what he’s going to wear

Tries to plan ahead of time but still hasn’t made any final decisions on the day of the date, either 

Has to try things on to be certain if he likes them or not 

And when he’s finally decided, he still needs to shave and to fix his hair

It’s a long day to say the least 

And when he finally picks you up, brings you an entire bouquet of roses

When you have to bury your face in them to hide your blush, his heart swells with pride

And yes, he thinks that you’re the best dressed couple anyone’s probably ever seen 

How well does he shower before getting ready? - His showers are always of the finest quality. 10/10

Sean

The moment he thinks you’ve started liking him back, he starts thinking about what your first real date should be like

And the moment you start dating for real, he has to make his thoughts (*cough* dreams*) a reality

Dates are definitely something he has some experience with 

Even if he hasn’t been on a crazy amount of them… He definitely thinks about them a lot 

Deep down, under all his womanizing tendencies, he’s probably a hopeless romantic

And dates are the perfect way to show someone that you care about them

Honestly probably doesn’t give two craps about what he wears or how he looks

The only reason he even bothers to look presentable is because he doesn’t want to ruin anything by showing up in something ridiculous 

But he definitely doesn’t spend any extra time choosing an outfit than he has to

This is good though because it means he also doesn’t care about what you showed up looking like, either

To him, all that matters is that your first date is enjoyable 

And you both end up looking fine, anyway

(Well, you look a little better than him, but in his eyes, that’s always the case)

He’s so excited that he calls you to tell you that he’s on the way

The way that you laugh when you pick up has him speeding to your house

Gives you the biggest, more beautiful flowers that he can find

They’re not at large as Dutch’s, but a lot more vibrant

How well does he shower before getting ready? - It’s his usual, totally average and normal shower, if not a little quicker. 5/10

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T. REWRITE - S2:E6; Chapter Six, The Spy - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Will’s connection to a shadowy evil grows stronger, but no one’s quite sure how to stop it. Elsewhere, Dustin and Steve forge an unlikely bond.

Warnings: vomiting?? kinda?? it's not actually puke, it's the flashback of Will coughing up Dart in season one but the details came out more graphic than I anticipated and idk if any of you are sensitive to that stuff. Ya know, see or read about puke and get sick themselves?? Again, idk but yea, that's it ¯ \_(ツ)_/¯

||3rd Person POV||

Dr. Owens peaks his head in the door uneasily, Hopper sits on the edge of the bench hunched over a bucket. He is still in the gown lab had provided, his new pair of scrubs still sat folded and untouched to his left on the bench. Another retch is torn from his strained throat as his insides empty into the bucket. Owens fights a grimace and clears his throat announcing his presence.

"All right, cowboy, good news." He steps inside, his assistant behind him. "We're giving you the green light. How're you feeling?"

Hopper, still shaky and weak from his night in the tunnels and the full hose down from the medical team, turns to give the doctor an exaggerated grin and speaks through gritted teeth.

"Never better."

"All right, well, we got a present for ya," Owens says, letting the sarcasm roll off his back.

The assistant steps forward, a folded hazmat suit in his hands. Hopper attempts no such efforts to hide his own grimace at the sight.

"The hell is that?"

"Uh, something you should see."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The heart monitor beats steadily as Will sleeps, color has begun to return to his cheeks but it is scarce. Mike is tucked under a blanket, fast asleep in the bedside chair while Joyce and Bob speak in hushed whispers in the corner. Joyce had, for the most part, filled in Bob on the events of the past year.

"They made me sign, like, a thousand. I mean... we all had to. We had to. I mean, I lost track at a certain point. They're gonna make you do the same. I'm sure."

Bob nods, his eyes returning to Joyce after lingering worriedly on Will.

"Yeah. Well, hey, whatever."

There's a brief pause as Joyce gauges his reaction suspiciously, surprised by his shockingly relaxed demeanor. Finally, Bob speaks.

"What kind of documents?"

"Uh, confidentiality, and there were these official forms saying, like, nothing ever happened, which is why..."

Bob steps towards Will's bed, clarity written on his face.

"Will got lost in the woods."

"Yeah."

Bob shakes his head, the wave of shock finally crashing over him in full.

"Man, I always thought stuff like this happened in movies and comic books. Certainly not in Hawkins," He returns to Joyce's side. "and certainly not to someone like you."

Joyce nudges Bob.

"Or you."

"Yeah," he chuckles, quirking a brow. "Bob Newby, superhero."

The pair share a smile, but it does not last long before it fizzles out in the unresolved tension in the air. Joyce notes the shivers shaking Bob's body and throws him a concerned glance.

"You cold?"

"Just a little jitters, I guess." He says, drawing the blanket around his shoulders closer. "Hey, don't you start worrying about me. Okay? I'm fine. I'm fine."

Joyce nods in understanding, though she can't quite seem to shake the worry.

"It's not like you didn't warn me. 'This is not a normal family.' Isn't that what you said?"

The ends of her lips curl into a weak smile, a deflated chuckle escaping her. Bob soon joins in, gesturing to Will.

"You weren't kidding."

There's another thick pause, and Bob takes a silent breath before returning to a familiar subject.

"It kinda makes my idea of moving to Maine sound a little less crazy, right?"

"Oh, it... it's not crazy at all."

A warm smile tugs at his lips and Joyce can feel the effects of his contagious charm, a smirk drawing her face as well. But the moment quickly slips away at the sound of a familiar voice stirring from the bed.

"Mom?"

The couple is quick to join his side, and Bob enters the hall in a beat calling for the doctor. Joyce reaches him in no time, her palm reaching out for her son and she stroke his cold cheek.

"Sweetie, how are you feeling? You okay?"

Bob steps back into the room, leaving the door ajar and Mike stirs awake at the small commotion.

"Okay, they're on their way," Bob says, joining Joyce's side, and gives Will a warm smile. "Hey."

Will frowns at his mother, gesturing to Bob.

"Who is that?"

Joyce chuckles nervously, and worry quickly settles into everyone's chest.

"What?" Joyce asks.

"It's me, big guy. It's Bob."

His palm extends to meet Will's, to give him a reassuring tap on the arm but Will pulls away reluctantly. There is suspicion and fear in his eyes as he inspects the man for what looks to.be the first time.

"Are you a... doctor?"

The tension in the air rises, but Bob tries to push through it. Joyce and Mike only watch the exchange with great worry.

"No. No, it's just me. Just... just Bob."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Lucas coasts down Old Cherry Road, his heart rate climbing steadily. As he approaches his ears perk up upon hearing muffled rock music blasting from inside one of the many houses. He knows this is the one he has been looking for when he recognizes the car Max had climbed into many times. And more importantly, the one that nearly ran him and his friends over.

Inside, Billy hardly fights the anger rising in his chest at the doorbell that keeps ringing. He continues his set, his fuse shortening when it goes unanswered. With an angered grunt, he drops the bar and grabs his cigarette from his lips.

"Max, are you getting that or what?" He roars.

An impressive huff escaped her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head briefly in disdain.

"Okay!" She snaps, chucking her half taped board on her mattress before standing.

The doorbell rings once more, and not a second later does Billy continue to berate her.

"I swear to God, Max!"

She stomps down the hall in a fury, making an effort to glare menacingly at her stepbrother in a last act of defiance. She moves swiftly around his equipment, hair flying behind her as her speed increases with every frantic ring of the doorbell. She rips the door open, expecting to deal with another noise complaint from Billy's music that would somehow get her in trouble, but what she finds is much worse.

Lucas stands on the porch to her horror and fear for the boy's safety, she knows if he is caught here, there was no telling what Billy would do to him. Her head whips around to the living room, grateful Billy has his back turned. Quickly, she steps outside closing the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?"

Her voice is urgent and hushed, and oh how she hates that Billy holds this power over her. The power to make her feel unsafe in her own home, the power to make her fear for other people's safety no matter where she is.

"I have proof," Lucas says.

"What?"

"Proof that what I told you was real. But we have to hurry."

"What kind of proof? Y/n, proof, or something I'm gonna regret seeing later, proof?"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

With a half-hearted grunt, Billy places the weights back on the rack and sits up. He takes one long drag of his cigarette before exhaling, his attention returning to the front door. He realizes he hasn't heard any conversation and when he sees he is alone - no sign of the nuisance he called a step-sister, and a closed front door - he knows Max is up to no good. In his eyes, she isn't. He rises from the bench and stalks forward towards the door, taking a swig from his beer can and places it on the mantle just as the door swings open.

Max slips inside through the small gap she created in the doorway, quick to close the door the moment she was inside. As if on autopilot, she stomps through the living room - not very far - before she halts suddenly in her tracks. Billy is blocking off the entryway, his shoulders squared and a fixed glare on her. She jumps, not expecting his presence but she tries to hide it.

"Who the hell were you talking to?" He asks with venom.

Max collects herself, her eyes struggle not to dart around the room and he notes the uneasy twitch in her brow line.

"Mormons."

A sick smile tugs at his lips, a smirk made of a mix of disgust and triumph. He can almost laugh at her pathetic lie. Almost.

"Mormons?"

She nods, a rising sense of confidence in her tone that makes it harder for him to confront her.

"Talkative ones."

With that, she slips past him and makes a swift exit to her room. He stares after her, the gears turning in his head but he can't quite pin anything on her yet, much to his chagrin. He heads for the door, ripping it open as she did moments ago and steps onto the empty porch. His eyes scan the street but he sees no sign of anyone, just an empty lawn and others like them up and down the road. His jaw clenches, his anger flickering inside him more but he shoves it away for now, and heads back inside.

Meanwhile, Max reaches her room, closing her door behind her and making her way to her window and slides it open. Just as she had instructed, Lucas awaits outside her window, his movements urgent as he beckons her down.

"Come on, hop on!"

Max quickly climbs through the window, her feet planting on the small landing just below and jumps onto the grass. She quickly takes a seat behind Lucas, grabbing his shoulders she leans around him to speak.

"This better be good, stalker."

In a matter of moments, the pair is off. Silently, they slip around the back of the house and disappear down the road.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The yellow beam of light shifts from eye to eye and Will does his best to ignore the flash of negatives his brain sees. He is surrounded by somewhat familiar faces. He does not understand the fuss being made, his mother and friend he recognizes but now there was a strange man in scrubs that stayed behind. Bob. He wasn't sure why he was being treated like this.

"Do you know your name?" The doctor asks.

"Will."

"Your full name?" He asks, tucking the flashlight into his breast pocket.

"William Byers." He says simply.

"Do you know... Do you know who I am?"

Will thinks for a moment, the question obvious and unnecessary.

"A doctor."

Will tries to ignore the fact that he is surrounded by a medical team that watches him studiously. He does all he can to focus his attention on the doctor before him, and answer his questions but he can't help but start to doubt his own sanity. Or at least the sanity of everyone around him. Was he supposed to have known everyone circling him now?

"Have we met before?" The doctor asks.

Will's brow fell into a crease, he shakes his head simply.

"I don't remember."

"Hmm."

Elsewhere, a large team of staff assigned to the Byers case watches the feed with intrigue. The live footage from Byers' room is displayed on one of many monitors and they watch, paying close attention to the quizzical and unexpected turn the boy has taken.

"You don't remember me?" They hear Owens ask.

They see the boy shake his head, and Owens nods.

"Okay," he extends an arm and points in 's direction. "How about, uh... How about this guy here?"

Mike shifts uneasily, his heart pounding against his chest as his best friend slowly turns to look at him. Nervously, he retracts one hand from his pocket and waves weakly before returning to the comfort of the is pocket. His fingers fumble anxiously with the loose thread from the shoddy stitching. Will does not answer immediately, his eyes are darker and his gaze is distant and detached.

"That's okay, take your time," Owens assures.

The look in his eyes bothers Mike, and the longer Will neglects to speak the longer eternity seems to stretch on. Never, not even once has Mike seen this look on Will. He is not himself, and he fears the worst. The ghost of their conversation at the Byers house being shoved to the back of his mind as it creeps up. He isn't frowning, like Will usually does when he is stumped. His brow isn't furrowed, and there is no sign that he is frustrated by his stump. He just stares. All emotions devoid from his features and he is much too calm. Finally, he speaks.

"That's my friend." He says slowly. "Mike."

Mike doesn't fight the breath of relief, but he can't help but think that their troubles were far from over. The next person to speak, the tallest man in the room who joined them not long ago and had stuck by his mother's side. He smiles weakly, but he can tell that for the man it is genuine.

"What about me, kid? You remember me?"

His attention slowly shifts to the tall man, and he searches his brain, what's left of the foggy memories that have only grown clouded and dark in the past few hours. But he sees nothing, nothing about this tall bearded man and he shakes his head. He recognizes the look of disappointment and worry, but he quickly tries to bury it.

"They tell me you helped save me last night. You remember that?"

Will shakes his head once more. His attention is once again shifted to the doctor at his bedside.

"Do you remember anything about last night? About what happened?"

Will feels a twinge of anger, and the ghost of the pain from the previous night ignites his memory.

"I remember they hurt me."

《•••》

Will collapsed to the ground in agony. Mike dropped to the ground quickly after him, grasping his friend trying to get him to calm. But it was no use. Will was now lying on the grass, his entire body felt like it was on fire. His vision was as white as the white-hot searing pain running through his veins.

《•••》

Joyce winces at the memory, her stomach turning and her palm reaches to her face, her fingers massaging her temples. She feels Bob's hand reach her backband pat her soothingly in an attempt to calm her.

"You mean the doctors?" Owens asks.

His eyes still dark and blank, his composure flat and calculated he skates his head.

"No. The soldiers."

《•••》

The figure, who had been properly equipped, aimed his device and a violent spurt of fire erupted from the end. The vines writhed and shrieked violently as they shriveled up.

《•••》

"The soldiers hurt you?"

Will blinks slowly, the first he has in a while and his voice grows hoarse and angered. He is angered and betrayed, the darkness clouding his usual hazel green eyes and now they seem almost black. His tone only sends spikes of fear into the hearts of those who are closest to Will. And it only reminds Mike of the previous day, when he had forced Y/n away.

When he spoke, Mike felt a familiar chill run down his spine. And only now does he recognize the tone in Will's voice. How it held no emotion and he seemed distant. And cold.

Not himself.

Mike felt as if he was reliving that moment over, but the only difference was the person who hurt him. Or something inside him.

"They shouldn't have done that."

His pale face slowly slips into a scowl, a threatening glance and his voice grew more venomous.

"It upset him."

Mike could feel the blood pounding in his ears, and on instinct he finds himself looking to Mrs. Byers, but all she can focus on is her son, or what looked like her son. What used to be. Mike had to shake the dark thoughts from his mind, but he couldn't help but blame himself. He had already slipped into this state before, why hadn't he done more? Talked to Mrs. Byers? Tell him how he changed so briefly but drastically right before his eyes? At least he managed to break free from it last time. But now, now things were different.

All he can manage to do for now is watch as Owens takes a photograph from a file folder that sits on the bed, he hands it to Will who takes it.

"You say, "Upset him." Is that him?"

Will's darkened eyes trail up from the picture and meet the man's eyes. He merely nods, and even though no words are spoken aloud, the room is hit with another dreadful chill. Owens takes the photograph back and sets it on the folder as he looks around the room.

"Okay, I want to try something." He instructs. "It's gonna seem a little odd at first, but I think it's really gonna help us understand what's going on."

He gently places a hand on Will's shoulder, sending a reassuring look to the boy as best as he could manage.

Will's eyes flicker to the hand on his shoulder, he tries to ignore the small but uncomfortable body heat from his palm and he tries to stifle the anger. It reminds him of her and what she did, how she hurt him. He pushes the memory aside and looks to the man, nodding.

"Okay."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The steel cart jostles as it crosses the bumpy threshold of the room, a glass case with no lid sits on top. Inside, a loose tentacle collected form the tunnels. Hopper quickly recognized the thing, and he felt his insides twist in knots, alarms going off in his head. He had only just been shown the lab's secret, he couldn't say he was surprised but Owen's and his team had just taken them underground. Where they had their very own, private access to the tunnels he had previously been trapped in.

He had been assured they were monitoring it, but it all felt like a load of crap to him. He shifts on his feet as he watches it all unfold.

"Now, Will," Owen's begins. "I want you to Bust let us know if you feel anything. Okay?"

He nods once more, and Owens gives the assistant the all-clear. The blowtorch in his hands flick on, a steady hiss emanates from the strong flame and the man slowly lowers it inside the case. Will stares wide-eyed as the blue flame is lowered, his breathing hitches and speeds up. Short and ragged, and his face has already begun to pale.

The creature begins to hiss, it's dark violet, and the slimy body begins to write against the steel. It shrinks back, clearly in pain. The others watch, their attention breaking from Will to the heart monitor he is hooked up to. Beeping increases and his heartbeat picks up.

"Do you feel anything?"

Will's breath hitches, his face twitching in pain. He begins to stammer as he fidgets.

"Little sting."

"It stings. Where?"

The flame lowers further and Will shift on the mattress, his left hand suddenly clutching his heart. His face contorts in pain, and his cold demeanor has begun to melt into pain.

"My chest." He whimpers.

"Okay, son." He mumbles, patting his arm but he makes no effort to stop.

Joyce reaches out and places a gentle hand on his leg from the end of the bed and begins to mumble encouraging thoughts and showing her concern and support. After a determined and swift nod from the man, the assistant nods and lowers the flame. Everything immediately intensifies, the heart monitor beeps faster, the creature squeals turn to shrieks and Will begins to write clutching desperately at his chest.

"How about now?" He asks urgently.

Will begins to choke on air, he is desperately trying to speak through the pain but he can barely manage the words.

"It... It burns."

Dr. Owens only grows more intense, he leans forward I'm the slightest as his bushy brows furrow. The flame lowers further and it nearly touches the creature, it cries in agony and so does Will.

"Ah! It burns!"

"Where?"

Another screech and Will gasps for breath, he chokes on his words but he manages a scream that tears through his scalding chest.

"Everywhere!"

The flames lick at its slimy, moist and sizzling skin and it ignites a deafening, agonizing scream from Will. Joyce's face hardens and she begins to shout.

"That's enough. That's enough!"

Will's cries climb higher and louder and within moments it's just as he was when they brought him in. The assistant does nothing and the flame continues to burn the flesh of the creature and Will shifts feverishly on the bed, his head rolling back as he shrieks at the sky. His agonizing cries pierce her ears and stab at her heart. She continues to stop their efforts but her voice is drowned out in Will's screams and even then they ignore her. Hopper jumps in, separating Will from Owens and throws his arms out and he roars at them viciously.

"Stop! You heard her! That's enough!"

The flame retracts and the man shrinks back as the creature does. Patches of its skin are burned away, showing pinkish and inflamed skin, and Will gasps for breath. Hopper stands over the boy protectively and himself and Joyce sends deathly stares to every staff member.

"That's it! We're done!" Hopper barks.

The rooms falls silent and every staff member squirms uncomfortably. Joyce sets aside her fury and redirects her attention to her boy. Soothingly, she pats his leg - the only place she can reach from the end of the bed - and whispers encouraging words.

"Sweetie... Sweetie. It's okay."

Will visibly relaxes, his breathing is still harsh and spotty. He pants heavily, and the heart monitor gradually slows. The creature's wails die down to a ragged hiss and everyone looks around the room.

Owens ushers Joyce and Hopper outside to the hall where they now speak in hushed whispers.

"Our best guess right now is it's some kind of virus which is causing this neurological disorder." The man explains. "Now, when... when a typical virus attaches itself to the host..."

《•••》

- DEC. 1983 -

Will grips the bathroom sink, his knuckles turning white as he feels a gag shake his body. He lurches forward over the sink as nauseous shakes his body. He can feel movement traveling up his throat, and something tells him it's not vomit. A disgusting salty taste travels across his tongue and he watches in horror and disgust as a thick slug-like creature hits the bottom of the sink with a shuddering 'plop'.

Will manages to keep his coughs stifled, hopefully his mother and brother do not hear him from the dining room table. His stomach plummets, not only in disgust that this thing was living inside him but also fear. It slithers towards the drain, leaving a trail of paled green slime in its tracks.

《•••》

"...it duplicates, right? It spreads, essentially hijacking the host."

Joyce winces at the man's words, and once more do her fingers reach her temples and rub fixed circles as he continues.

"A virus is alive. It has an intelligence."

《•••》

Will was panting heavily, but he slowly turned around coming face to face with the monster. It towered over the school, looking directly at Will.

《•••》

"That's not... That's not unusual." Owens pauses with a frown, gesturing down the hall. "What is so unusual here, this virus... the infected hosts seem to be communicating."

《•••》

The figure, who had been properly equipped, aimed his device and a violent spurt of fire erupted from the end. The vines writhed and shrieked violently as they shriveled up.

At that exact moment, Will - who had been waiting worriedly outside as the army of men surrounded and descended after his mother and Bob - collapsed to the ground.

•••

Will convulsed uncontrollably, his limbs on fire, spreading as rapidly as the flames in the hub below. As the vines screamed in agony, Will screamed too. He was now on his back, screaming violently into the night. Mike jumped back startled, watching helplessly in horror as his best friend writhed in the grass, his mouth wide open and his eyes rolled back into his head as he shrieked in agony.

《•••》

"It has some sort of hive intelligence, and it's connecting all the hosts."

《•••》

The monster bellowed, and one large tentacle began twirling down onto the ground, the size of a small tornado. The swirling gust of black fog engulfed Will.

•••

Dart looked up from his meal and faced a horrified Dustin, his long slimy tail flicking back and forth. He roared, causing his head to open up, hundreds of bloodied teeth showing as any other Demogorgon would.

•••

The flame lowers further and it nearly touches the creature, it cries in agony and so does Will.

《•••》

"The good news is a virus can be cured. We... We're gonna continue to run tests. We're gonna see what we find."

Joyce shakes her head in disbelief and fights back her tears as she speaks.

"What happens when he can't remember anything? W-When there's nothing else there?" She steps forward towards the man, who once again grows uneasy. "What happens when my boy is gone?"

The man stands dumbfounded and without an answer. Joyce brings a trembling hand to her quivering lip, choking back sobs at the horrendous thought. She feels helpless like there's nothing she can do. And she loathes it.

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Summary: Superhero AU- Thomas Sanders sure has a lot to deal with some days.

Ships: Logicality and Prinxiety

Warnings: Panic/anxiety.....yea that’s the most of what I can think of. Tell me if there’s anything I’m forgetting.

Words: 1334

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Thomas Sanders, at this point, had gotten used to some periodic sudden anxiety. It just happened to work out like that when you’re connected to a group of superheroes. One way Logic had described it once was- he was their center, their core, in a sense. The threadweaver of all the strings that connected them all. That said… He also was rather content to stay out of the direct fray and be the mediator, a calming presence on the sidelines.

That desire was also strongly influenced by the fact that he wasn’t particularly useful when he was curled into a ball of himself trying to fight off whatever THIS wave of panic stems from. Thomas squeezed his arms in time with his breaths, eyes shut. Thomas hissed one of his breaths- it really wasn’t helping that he felt like he was gonna die. 

And it was gone. Thomas took in a harsh, ragged breath. Not all of it. He still felt extremely anxious. But the feeling of being suffocated had lightened so quickly Thomas was certain he’d been taken on some else’s emotional rollercoaster. 

“Goodness Gracious,” Thomas huffed. Now to figure out who it was he should be trying to talk to. Patton had been trying to teach him how to parse through the emotional connection between the 5 of them, but it wasn’t exactly easy when it just felt like You. 

Thomas was fairly sure his current swirl of anxiety was coming mostly from Virgil. Mostly. It could be his own. He has plenty of reasons to be anxious on his own. Thomas lulled his head against his knees and sighed. Virgil and Logan are the most likely to not mind a quick thought-chat. Thomas shook his head. Virgil it is.

-

“Ro will be fine! Logan had the medics look at him- It’ll be cool! He’s not gonna die or anything and we’ll be fine.” Thomas rubbed his temples and shook his head. “And I talk to myself way too much-” Thomas grumbled making another round in his pacing, half confident he’d run a hole into the carpet sometime soon.

Ring. Thomas paused. Ring. He scrambled over to the couch to snatch his phone from it’s clutches. 

Ri-

“Hello?”

“Did you like… Run a mile or something?”

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Thomas grumbled into the phone.

Roman laughed on the other side of the call, “You sound like Anxiety when you say that.”

“I’m feeling kinda extra anxious right now so I’m not surprised.”

There was a shuffle on the other end- maybe like someone adjusting blankets?- and Roman let out a breath, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Ro, no I-” Thomas groaned and fell back into the cushions, “I’m just glad you’re safe, okay? How’re you doing?”

“I’m okay. Tired, but, okay.”

“You should take a-”

“Thomas, I’ve been asleep far longer than I ever want to sleep again.” Roman laughed, “Seriously, how does anybody lie in bed for more than 6 hours?”

Thomas rolled his eyes, “One day buddy, you’re gonna regret your teenage rebellion against sleep.”

“Hey now! I’m almost a legal adult!”

“Not if you still have to add the qualifier of ‘legal’ in front of it,” Thomas muttered into the phone, shaking his head.

“Bleep you.”

Thomas let out an exaggerated gasp which sent Roman into a round of rumbustious laughter.  “No-  Stop- Stop laughing this is totally serious- No swearing young man!” 

“-you’re redder than your sash,” another voice crackled on the other end of the line.

“Who was that?”

“Oh yeah! I’m at a friend’s house. His mom let me stay over.”

“You’re not at home?” The bubble of joy popped.

“Um.” Thomas felt a hint of- was that guilt? It weighed in his chest like a rather large dog had decided to stand on him. He heard a door shut before Roman sighed and whispered, “Kinda useless hiding it from you, huh?” A small pause of quiet. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, okay?”

“Yeah- um.” Thomas shifted the phone to his other ear. The anxiety had settled right alongside the other emotion- weirdly comfortable in a way. “Okay.” 

“Hey, uh.” Roman leaned against the doorway, “So, Lo said Anxiety was gonna talk to you-”

“We talked, yeah.”

“Well. Um, I don’t have his number or like- anything, and I know he’s probably super worried and- I guess I was hoping you could tell him I’m okay?”

Thomas huffed a laugh, “Okay, I’ll tell him.”

Roman let out a breath, “Thanks.”

“By the way- who’s your friend?”

“Oh, his name’s Virgil!” 

Thomas choked on air. He coughed a few times for good measure and- “Oh-kay, tha- That’s cool!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah bud. Just- just dandy.”

“Oh! Pizza’s here! Um-”

“Go hang out with your friend Ro.”

“Kay then I’ll talk to you later sometime-”

“Hey, Ro?” Roman hummed in acknowledgement and Thomas sighed, “I just- I want you to know I’m here for you, okay? I’m one call- or, well- even just a thought- away, okay? And… It’s okay for you to be scared. I’m not gonna hold it against you, and you shouldn’t hold it against yourself either.”

A beat of silence. “Um. Thanks Thomas.”

-

Thomas had waited before trying to contact Virgil.

‘Hey, how’s the Anxious one?’

‘Fine, why?’ was the reply back. Virgil always sounded a little more echoed, slightly more distorted when they talked this way. Thomas always wondered if he sounded different to the others when he talked to them psychically. Hadn’t ever had the confidence to inquire however.

Thomas smiled, ‘A certain Creative boy asked about you. By the way, how’s the sleepover going?’

‘How did you know about that!?’

Thomas winced, ‘Quieter please. Roman called me, talked about his friend Virgil. I only know of a few Virgils.’

‘Oh.’ A moment of silence, ‘Wait, he asked about me? Ohmygod wait he talked about me? What did he say-’

Thomas rolled his eyes, ‘Please, gay panic somewhere else. It was brief, ok. He’s as oblivious as a doornail though, I hope you’re aware of that.’

‘Yeah that’s half the appeal,’ Virgil joked, ‘but really, what did he say? I’m gonna be stressing bout it for hours if you don’t tell me.’

‘He just wanted you to know he was ok, and he just mentioned you to explain he wasn’t back home. That’s that.’

‘ohmygod he wanted me to know he was ok ohmygod-’

‘Gay Panic elsewhere!’

‘**** you. I’m panicking in my mind, it’s your own fault you’re here too!’

Thomas laughed ‘yeah, you’re right I suppose. I’ll leave you to panic.’

Virgil swore at him once more and Thomas opened his eyes with a shake of his head.

“Well, can’t say I didn’t check up on him now.”

-

Thomas didn’t feel like pacing anymore, so he counted that as evidence that either Virgil had managed to relax or that it really was his own emotions and the phone call had helped relieve some of those lingering fears. 

He was vaguely aware of a bundle of concern from one of the others (likely mostly from Patton now), and a restless energy (probably Logan or Roman- probably both), still pulling him to opt for a walk.

The light of day was lingering on the horizon, a lovely hue of pinks and oranges. Thomas hummed to himself, phone in hand as he typed out messages to affected community members, considering posting some of his singing. He was never sure if his power itself actually worked through recordings, but, at the very least, people still found comfort and joy in it. It’s the least he could do, right?

“You’re- Thomas Sanders, right?”

Thomas looked up from his phone and smiled at the redheaded stranger. He’d gotten a little too used to people just- knowing him. “Yep! Who may you be?”

The densely freckled boy adjusted his hat and smiled. He glanced up from under the brim of his cap, eyes a shocking golden yellow. “You can call me Dee.”

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Always Be My Driver - A RoD Rom-Com [Colt x MC/Logan x MC]. CH 6

Book : RIDE OR DIE

PAIRING : Colt x MC/ Logan x MC

SUMMARY: Emma and Colt have been childhood best friends since forever, they were both inseparable. In middle school they became something more but when Colt had to move with his mom away from LA all the way to Miami, things started to change between them. A small misunderstanding leads to the end of their relationship. 6 years later they meet again at the most unlikely place. Will Emma and Colt be able to mend what has been broken between them? Or will it continue to crash and burn?

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 2207

Chapter Summary: Colt and Emma spend the day together.

A/N : short chapter & Excuse my grammatical mistakes. Does the more function on mobile even work?

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are above 18.

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“Get up it’s almost noon!” Mona belts, opening the curtains of the loft letting the bright sunlight hit Emma’s face.

“No! Leave me alone.. I want to wallow in sorrow from the comforts of my bed.” Emma whined, covering her face with a pillow. It was the day after Logan told her they should go on a break. Code for we should break up.

“God, this is the most depressing thing I’ve ever seen.. And I’ve been to prison.” Mona mumbles and plops herself on the bed next to Emma. “Look, technically you’re on a break which could be good thing.”

Emma turns on her side to face Mona. “How can this be a good thing?”

“Because now you actually have some space and time to think about what you actually want.” She grinned, Emma just stares at her with a blank expression, making Mona roll her eyes. “Look ever since Colt showed up you’ve been caught between your feelings for him and Logan.” Emma is about to say something but Mona raises her hand and shushes her. “Before you deny anything please remember who you’re talking to.”

“Does it even matter now? Colt’s spending the whole week with some pretty girl who is so into him and he’s probably into her too. He even took her to our favorite ice cream parlor!”

Mona snorts. "Didn't take you for a quitter?"

“I’m not a quitter.” She protests then gets out of bed, pacing back and forth on the hardwood floors making a creek sound. “It’s just.. I don’t know where Colt stands in regards to what his feelings are for me. I mean one night he tells me how bad he wants to kiss and the next night he acts like he couldn’t care less.”

An alarm on Emma’s phone goes off and she heads to the nightstand to check the notifications. Shit I totally forgot about this. A few months ago Emma’s favorite cousin called her up and told her she was getting married during the summer in San Francisco, when she asked about the RSVP Emma told her that she would be going with a plus one. The plan was that Logan and her were going to drive together Friday morning in time for the rehearsal dinner but that was before they broke up.

“Em? Is everything alright?” Mona quirks an eyebrow.

Emma snaps out of her thoughts. “Yea, Totally. So, Mona any chance you want to attend a wedding in San Francisco this weekend with me?”

Mona snorts out a laugh. “No thanks I have other plans, you’re not the only one with a love life you know.”

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?”

“I don’t but that doesn’t mean I don’t go on dates. Also if you’re thinking about dragging Ximena or Toby along you won’t have any luck there either.”

Emma heaves out a frustrated sigh and plops herself back on the bed. “So now I need to drive 5 hours alone and attend a wedding alone like some loser.”

“You know there is someone else you could ask who would go with you.” Mona gives Emma a knowing look. “You know someone handsome with dark hair, likes to brood by himself, drives a really cool white sport bike.”

Emma scoffs. “Yeah.. Except you forgot that someone happens to be occupied the whole week with some petite brunette named Jean.”

“Haha… You know you’re cute when your jealous? But I think that Colt would turn down a date with 100 pretty brunette’s named Jean just so he could be with you.” Mona gives a sincere smile which rarely happens. “I need to head out for a job. Just do me a favour, take a shower before you start to reek."

"Fine!" She answers, throwing her hand up in the air before heanding for the bathroom.

Half an hour later…

After a long cold shower, Emma walks out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and her damp hair when she hears a soft knock on the door. I thought Mona left already? She opens the door and to her surprise, sees Colt standing on the other side. "Can I come in?" He asked with a serious expression on his face.

She gives him a skeptical look before eventually nodding and motions for him to enter the room.

"What do you want?" She said in a flat tone with her arms crossed.

His eyes wandered from her face down her chest then back to her face again. "I uh.. Your car’s park in the garage but didn't see you all day, thought maybe I’d check up on you. I wanted to see if you were okay?”

Emma scoffs. "Suddenly you care so much?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'll always care about you Emma, you know that right? If something is bothering you, you can always talk to me." He replies and she could see how sincere he was. Great now I feel bad for being a jerk. "I had some stuff going on, I wasn't really in the mood to do anything this morning."

"Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" A sudden loud growling sound comes out Emma’s direction. Her face turns pink, she wraps her arms around her stomach. “Have you eaten anything since this morning?”

“Obviously not.”

“Get dressed, we’re going out to grab something to eat. I’m driving.” He smiles and whirls on his heels towards the door, stopping at the threshold, looking over his shoulder. “Wear something appropriate, no dresses or skirts.”

A little while later…

Emma heads down to the garage to meet Colt, she sees him leaning against his motorcycle arms folded. A grin appears on his face as he watches her saunter over. “Took you long enough.”

“Yeah well, you don’t get to look like this without putting in any effort.”

Colt rolls his eyes. “Here, this is for you.” He says and hands her a black coloured helmet, she raises her eyebrow at him. “What’s this for? Aren’t we taking a car?”

Colt scoff. “At this hour? You know how bad the traffic is in LA right?” Emma bites her lower lip, she’d hate to admit it but she’s never ridden on a motorcycle before. “You haven’t ridden one of these before have you?” Emma shakes her head as a reply that she’s never rode a motorcycle.

Colt snorts out a laugh. “Emma.. Emma… Emma.. you’re really missing out. So what do you say?” He gestures at the helmet on his hand giving her a challenging look. “Or are you too chicken?”

Did he just call me a chicken? “Alright fine!” She forcefully grabs the helmet out from Colts hand. “And don’t think for one second that you’re slowling down on this thing. I want full speed or no speed at all.”

“Yes ma’am” he gives an exaggerated salute before hopping on to his bike, Emma sitting behind him. Colt starts revving the throttle of his bike while waiting for the garage door to open. “Hold on tight sweetheart, we’re going on one hell of a ride.”

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A little while later after maneuvering through the bustling city traffic of LA, the two finally reach a familiar spot.

Emma hopped off the bike and opens up her helmet, slowly taking in the sight. A low shrug escaped her and Colt notices. “What not fancy enough for you?”

“No it’s not that, it’s just that I haven’t been here in like almost forever.”

“Well same here, I hope their hotdogs are still as good though. Common all that riding around worked up an appetite.” The two stopped at a nearby food cart and Colt orders a couple of hotdogs after that they continue walking towards the pier. They lean against the wooden rail and enjoy every bite of their food while silently taking in the view of the ocean.

“So.. where’s Jean?” She tries not to grimace as she said the name. “Aren’t you like supposed to be her personal tour guide around LA or something?”

Colt thought back to the night before after the movies and during his time with Jean at the ice cream shop.

“Omg.. This is literally the best handmade ice cream I’ve tasted so far!” Jean beams as she takes another scoop and stuffed it in her mouth. Colt chuckled. “What did I tell ya, Barry beats any big ice cream franchise by a 100 miles. I used to come here a lot with Emma when we were kids.”

Jean gave Colt knowing look when he mentions her name and clears her throat “So how long have you been in love with her?”

Colt slightly chokes on his ice cream. “What do you mean how long have I been in love with her? I’m not in love with..” “Colt it’s fine, I saw the way you looked at her when we were at the movies and the way your face lights up everytime you say her name. Which by the way is a very rare thing to happen for Colt Kaneko.” She grinned and it made Colt slightly blush. “So what’s the scoop? Pun intended.”

Colt snort then heaves a sigh, running his hand through his hair. “You want the whole story?” She nodded excitedly. “Alright where do I begin.” Colt told Jean everything from how they were when they were kids to their first kiss and when they broke up. “Did the two of you ever talk about it? The whole time you were here?”

“Why should we it’s in the past we’ve both moved on, she dating Logan.” He grimaced as he mentioned the name. “Does she know you still have feelings for her?.”

“Like I said she has a boyfriend. I go back to MIT in Boston after the summer ends, what’s the point?”

“So you should still tell her how you feel. What she decides after that is up to her but she at least deserves to know the truth. It’s okay to make yourself feel vulnerable sometimes Colt, when it’s with the right person.”

Colt let her words sink in for a moment. “I’ll think about it but no promises.”

“That’s good enough for me.” She chuckled. “Hey so about this week you don’t have to like be my tour guide or anything. I actually made plans with someone else.”

“Ouch!” He exaggeratedly pressed his hands to his chest. “Did I just get ditched? You hurt me Jean, you know that?”

Jean chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll survive.”

“She had other plans. We’re cool.” He answers and take one last bite of his hotdog. “I’d better get you back to the garage before pretty boy finds you missing and gets all worried.”

Emma shrugs. “I don’t think there is anything to worry about.” Colt gives her a questioning look. “Is everything okay?”

“We sort of broke up, last night. It was sort of my fault. I don’t really want to talk about it.” Only because it involved you.

Colt rubbed the back of his head. “Well good riddance.”

“Colt!”

“What? I’m just saying Em, you’re too good for him. You deserve better. I know I’ve said this before and I’ll keep saying it again.” He said with a sincere look on his face. “You deserve to be with someone who can give you a family and that house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. Just like you always wanted when we were kids.”

He remembered? “Colt, that’s not who I am anymore.” She replies but her expression was unconvincing. Of course that was what she still wanted, the garage was only a temporary arrangement for her to pay for her college expenses. But she never really talked to Logan about what comes after she’s done with college, does he plan on being a car thief for the rest of his life? “How do you even remember all of that? It’s been years.”

“I remember everything about you Emma Park. You’re not really an easy person to forget.” He smiled at her and it felt warm and genuine. “Okay Mr. Flatterer, what's going on with you today?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s.. It’s nothing just forget about it.” She waves him off and takes one last bite of her hotdog. Maybe since he is in such a good mood, this might be the right time to ask him. “So uh.. I need a small favor from you.” He raised an eyebrow at her giving a curious look. “There’s this thing coming up this weekend. You know my cousin Amanda?”

“The one who used to babysit us when we were kids?”

“Yup the very same, well she’s getting married this weekend and I RSVP six months ago that I would be going with a plus one but then the whole thing with Logan happened so now I don’t have a plus one and that sucks because…”

“Sure I’ll go as your plus one.” He answers before she could finish her whole speech. “But I didn’t even finish talking yet.”

“Well wasn’t that what you’re going to ask me?” He raised his eyebrows and she nodded. “So you’ll do it? Just like that?”

“Sure, as long as you promise to introduce me to all the pretty hot bridesmaid that will be attending.” He grinned and Emma rolled her eyes. “Do we have a deal?”

Emma thought for a moment does she really want to see other girls fond over Colt during their time there? “It’s a deal.”

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[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

Birthday Feast

Pairing: Matt Simmons x Reader(Platonic)

Tagging:  @marvelfanlife, @princesswagger15, @illegalcerebral, @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars, @cynbx, @jaqren, @itsmeedee, @cosmicmelaninflower, @farfallasunicas, @theartisticgogh 

Special thanks to @princesswagger15 for helping me out with this fic.

It was Matt’s birthday and as a friend, you wanted to do something special for him on his very special day. Wanting to keep up with the surprise, you decided to surprise him by treating him out at a Korean restaurant.

“Y/N, are you sure you know where you're going?”

“Uh of course I do!”

“Well, then do you mind asking me where you're taking me?”

“Yes, I do mind because that means your surprise would be RUINED.”

He then sighs. “Okay, I'll stay quiet.”

“Good.” After a few more steps, the two of you finally reach your destination. “And what do you know, we’re finally here.”

Matt then looks as the first thing he sees is a sign of a Korean restaurant and turns to you.

“Y/N, are we at a-?”

“Korean restaurant? Yes, yes we are.” You smiled as you walked Ive never had Korean food and i was thinking maybe since its your birthday you can steer me on what to eat? Maybe?

He paused for a moment and think. “Hmmm, well it's been awhile since I've had some really good Korean food......also it is my birthday......so,  sure, why not?”

You smiled. “ YAY LET'S GO.”

they go inside where the person escorts them to a table. Once they are sat at a large table a waiter walks up to them, handing them a couple of menus while introducing herself to the two of you.

“Hi my name is Alex and I will be your server tonight. Can I get you something to drink?”

Matt stared at you, though you were still unsure about what beverage you wanted to order. He then turned back to the waiter. “Uhhhhhh, maybe just some water, for now.”

The waiter nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back with your drinks shortly.” The waiter walks away while Matt and the reader look through the menus.

“Sooo old man, how does it feel to getter even older and wrinkly.?” You joked.

He laughed. “ I don't know. I guess I’m just trying to make the best of it, at least.”

You made a wry smile. “Well enjoy it while it lasts, cause in a few years, your gonna need a cane, you cant eat spicy foods anymore, you'll need a diaper and-”

He then cuts you off just when the waiter comes back to your table.

“Hello, I'm back with your drinks.” She then hands them a couple of glasses of ice cold water.

“Thank you.” Both of you said.

“You’re welcome. Anyway, do you guys want to order right now or do you need some more time to think?”

You hesitated. “I uh think we need more ti-” “No no no, we're ready.” Matt seemed persistent at his response.

“Oh uh, you sure? Cause I can always come back if you still need some time to think.”

“No, I think we got a pretty good idea.”

“Oh, okay.” She then takes out a pen and notepad. “What would you like to order?”

“Well, we'll try one of each, the deluxe meal, family style.” You then took notice of the waiter’s dumbfounded expression on her face.

Alex, the waiter, then raised an eyebrow from his response. “Uuhhhhh are you sure about that sir?” She glances at the two of you.

“Yea Matt, I don't know about th-”.

“Come on Y/N, we're going all out tonight. Plus, it is my birthday so...............................” The then starts to pout, much to your dismay.

You then sighed, given that it’s his birthday and that he gets to decide what he wants to eat. “Okay fine! Let's go all out then.”

“Okay........anything for the birthday boy here.” The waiter smiled as she continues to write down then stops once she got the orders. “Okay, I'll be right back with your order.”

Once the waiter left to take your orders, you and Matt continued to talk.

“So…..how are you liking this place so far?”

“Not bad, it seems nice. You picked a really good place.” “I did.” You were then silent as you shyly played with the small puddle from your cold water glass. “Also, to tell you the truth, I never had Korean food before.” “What?” He asked, placing his drink down after taking a sip.

“I mean, apart from kimchi and barbeque, I never really eat a lot of Korean cuisine before so I thought I could change that here along with celebrating your birthday.” “Well, you’re in luck, cause we’ll get the best of both worlds: Me celebrating my birthday and you getting to try some new things for the first time.” You chuckled. “Yeah pretty much.”

“And trust me, Korean food is really really good, which is why I ordered the deluxe meal. Hopefully you’ll enjoy what I ordered.” “I hope so too.”

Just then, they see a couple of servers arrive with a tray filled with small bowls before placing them on the table. Your eyes then lingered on the small bowls of rice along with different little bowls filled with different types of seasoned vegetables.

“That’s call banchan.”

“Ban-what?”

“Banchan. They’re little side dishes, usually vegetables.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh okay.” Just then, the servers started to place down some slightly bigger plates, from a noodle dish called japchae, to bulgogi, kimchi-jiggae or kimchi stew, and gimbap. Though you then noticed a plate with chicken on it.

“That’s Korean fried chicken.” He points out. “It’s really good, trust me.”

“Oh okay, I’ll take your word for it.”

Once the servers were done placing down plates on the table, both you and Matt couldn’t help but stare with your mouth agape as your table looked like a feast fit for a large family as opposed to a small dinner for two.

“Wow.” You gasped. “So…...this is the House special deluxe. Family style.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Never thought that it’d be so…...extravagant! I mean you could feed a whole town with this.” He exaggerated.

“Well, they weren’t wrong when they called it ‘family style’.”

“Yeah….so?” “So?” “Shall we dig in?” “You know what Y/n, as mouth watering as some of these food are, there’s no way we can finish this.” “Really? You’re the one to talk. I’ve seen you eat at the carnival before. This isn’t new.” “Yeah.” “Besides, at least you won’t have to finish this by yourself.” “No I won’t.”

“So?” He sighs. “Good thing I didn’t have a big breakfast.” “Yeah.” He nods. “So, let’s dig in.”

  The two of you took out your chopsticks and bowls as you pick up different plates, trying to eat some of each dish on the table. Some were familiar and most were unfamiliar, but hopefully you could have a taste of what Korean food is like along with Matt spoiling himself on his special day. 

                                   -----------------------------------------       After an hour almost passing by, and the plates and bowls almost empty the two of you stopped to stretched your arms and legs while resting against the chair. You then groaned while clutching your stomach.

“Ugh, I’m so full.” “So am I.” Just then, Alex the waiter returned with the check, placing it down on the table.

“Thank you.” You responded and grabbed it before Matt can and looked, seeing that it was $175.75.

“How much for everything?” “$175.75.”

“Oh.” He paused. “Not surprising, though it could’ve been worse.”

“I guess.” Matt then watched as you placed the check down and pulled out your wallet. “Woah woah woah woah! Y/n. Maybe I should pay the bill.” He then took out his wallet only to be interrupted by you.

“It’s okay Matt, I have money, I can pay.”  

“No, I can’t let yo-” “Come on, it’s fine. It’s your birthday today.” You reassured. “Plus, you’ve always been the one to pay the bill, this is the least I can do. Besides, you’re not gonna let this opportunity up, are you?” He then shook his head. “No, not at all.” “That’s what I thought.” “Yea.” You then placed your debit card down on the check while Alex returns and takes the check, processing it. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.”  You and Matt slowly emerge and got up from your seats as the two of you leave the restaurant. Both of you pace yourselves and waddled after scarfing down tons of food.

“So….that was a pretty good meal.” “Yeah, I enjoyed every single thing on the table.” You chuckled. “Me too, even if I can barely move in these skinny jeans.”

“Yeah. The galbi was pretty good, along with the bulgogi and the Kimchi-jjigae.”

“Yeah I like the bulgogi was good, as well as the noodles in black bean sauce. What am I saying, the food was amazing!” You then took a deep breath before continuing. “But the one dish I really loved the most was the Korean fried chicken.”

Matt chuckled. “Yeah, the fried chicken was good too, everything was good.” “Mm hmph. Quite filling, but totally worth it.” “It is.” He then placed a hand on your shoulder. “Thank you Y/N. I really appreciate this treat, even if it was filling.” “No problem, isn’t that’s what friends are for?” You quipped, making Matt laugh once more.

 Just before they could reach the car, they suddenly stop walking and come across a bakery and leaned against the window as they see fresh sweet rolls and bread coming out from the oven, as well as some fancy cakes in different colors and flavors topped with an assortment of fruits. You and Matt couldn’t help but smell the sweet aroma through the glass.

“Wow, such lovely cakes.” “I know right…...it reminds me think of my 5th birthday.”

“Yeah it does.” The two of you then continued to stare at the glass and snickered.

“You know Matt, we just ate an entire feast back at the restaurant and all of a sudden we’re thinking about cakes. I’m still stuffed.” “Me too.” You and Matt nodded and continued to stare at the glass window.

“So…...anything else you want or like? It’s still your birthday.”

Matt then looked around to see the sweets in the bakery once again and made a sly smile. “Hmmm, I think I know what I wanted.” You realized what he was referring to and went inside. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, you end up coming outside with a box, and you and Matt then continued to walk till you reached the car.

“You know Y/N, you didn’t have to buy a cake.” “I know, but I wanted to. You can’t have a birthday without cake.” “Yeah.” He then puts his seat belt on as you have him the box. “Can I….” “Go right ahead and open it.” He nods and opens the box, revealing a chocolate cake with kit kats and M&Ms. He was at a loss for words, though you knew that he admired the cake.

“W-wow Y/N, I don’t know what to say.” “Do you like it?” You gave him a hopeful smile. He then smiled back. “I do. It just brings back some childhood memories.” “I know. Happy birthday Matt.”

“Thanks. Also, we’re gonna eat this cake are we?” “Hell yeah we are.”

[lilietsblog]

GHOST TRICK: THE BIG FINALE

so I finished the game yesterday all on my lonesome without internet

why yes I am perfectly fine and not emotionally compromised in the slightest

enjoy my screaming

IT'S GHOST TRICKING TIME which is to say it's ghost tricking time without internet so I'm doing this in wordpad tumblr really needs an 'import rtf' function >_>

SO from what I remember, when last we left off I was about to try to figure out how the fuck a knitted cap and a helmet are going to help me stop a bullet LET'S DIVE RIGHT BACK INTO THIS FOLKS

I still love how Sissel just ignores the dog's little 'WHATS A HOSTAGE O NO' instead of digging into explaining it

oh thank god the game DOES remember ive read this text before

...oh, I forgot how I did this the last time O WELL

all right, so I remember swiveling the lamp and dropping the hard hat, then when the knitted cap is over here I can swap it with the book and get it on the hook but how did I get the knitted cap over here

aha, he looked away for a moment, the helmet part is done what the fuck do i do now

AHA okay, so now i very quickly cart the ladder back and forth, I think I remember this

fuck, he noticed me, okay don't swivel the lamp while he's watching, swivel it while he's still looking away

I gotta note the 'I don't know why you're wearing my face' part HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

fuck, nope, I can't swivel the lamp back at that moment because he notices it clattering and turns right around FUCK OKAY LET'S TRY TO DO IT WITH THE LAMP THERE

ugh, if only I could do shit during the cutscene while he rolls away >_>

OK I SHOULD HAVE HAD MORE TRUST IN MISSILE HE IS GREAT AND A VERY GOOD DOG AND CAN AIM FOR SPLIT SECOND TIMING OF A BULLET BEING IN THE AIR OKAY

haha, and the knitted hat still hit Cabanela with enough velocity to knock him over I love this and I particularly love his dramatic leg up in the air he doesn't evne know what's happening he just aims to be the most dramatic possible at all times and it's really helping us out <3

'i love knitted hats... so warm, and most of all, so SOFT' <3 <3 <3

god Missile is so good this is pain IS THE DAWN DEADLINE A LIE MAYBE DID RAY JUST SAY THAT TO GET SISSEL'S BUTT MOVING I DON'T KNOW

oh yeah Cabanela's still got broken bones all over I kind of forgot about that

oh ok, looks less like broken and more like just really fucking bruised, becuase in that movement he's put pressure on all limb bones and nothing bent out of shape, so that's good

lmao and Cabanela's just like 'BUT IF I WAS KILLED IN THAT EXPLOSION THE SITUATION WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER' I I don't think it would necessarily work out that way, considering how much difficulty our protagonist was having saving just the professor :x

oh hey we've got our next source of information! should be quite a wellspring if Sissel remembers everything he should ask

yeeep Cabanela you FUCKED UP

oh, the gun :x

HON IM PRETTY SURE THE FIRST PART IS MORE IMPORTANT THE PART WHERE YOU TRIED TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM CORNERED RATS BITE THIS IS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY YOUR FAULT, ALL OF IT

aha, those cases, okay

and Cabanela was doing the thing because of Jowd that makes sense -_- kind of

yep, that one little snag kind of puts a question mark on the whole thing alright, that almost makes sense? kind of? makes Cabanela kind of a selfish butt doing this for his own obsession rather than for personally Jowd but makes sense

ok, the bringing him to justice minister to buy time thing actually does make a lot of sense it wasn't A LOT of time that he bought but it was just enough and that's what counts

oh hey, this guy used to have the job that the blue fake stole? (and yeah sounds like blue guys are just foreigners -_- bc they couldnt find spies that didnt stand out visually or anything)

hum not a scratch, huh regenerating dead body, okay

oh come ON Sissel don't be surprised now that part was obvious from the moment he said the corpse disappeared the meteorite's radiation, okay, quite interesting :D

"it was like a meteorite had struck me on the head" so, has that been a cause of death today yet, because if it hasn't, this looks like foreshadowing -_-

hum, so the gun would have been loaded because he controlled Kamila, which she then wouldn't have a clear memory of makes sense

HI LYNNE JUST IN TIME

arrest her to keep her safe, that actually makes perfect sense IF ONLY IT HAD WORKED LMAO no wonder pigeon guy roasted him for that in the deleted timeline XD

"while he was at it" <3 <3 <3

awwww pigeon guy was friends with him too <3

hee right on top of his striped jumpsuit honestly he looked less escaped-from-prison-ish in the paint-splattered robe thing XD

a present, huh?

awww see Sissel you don't feel lonely and that's what counts

ALRIGHT THEN :D LET'S FUCKING GO :D AND, UH, DO SOMETHING, I GUESS I love how out of proportion Sissel's powers are rewind time, talk to dead people... and move small objects a little

so, uh, Sissel, are you sure there's answers for YOU over there or did you just get into habit of telling this to yourself to feel better

okay well how the fuck did Jowd infiltrate a fucking SUBMARINE like, I just want to know the physics of how this happened?

omfg the bullet had a radio transmitter well, I have a newfound respect for Cabanela, I gotta admit like I already respected him but I just figured he shot the guy out of a desperate 'can't do anything else might as well try this' urge to do SOMETHING but nope he had a plan (which would have worked even with him dead)

wow, and he actually gave the thing to Jowd beforehand n i c e

wow, okay, that's stealthy

aha, and he can totally leave his body and wander around freely I think that was already confirmed but it's nice to know for even surer

wow, okay, what the fuck re: that thing reaching up from below that definitely looked like... something else for a moment there 0.0

aand okay the meteorite is possible to extract from his body I wonder if evil!Sissel actually knew that... or if that actually did anything to him :D

okay, what the FUCK and how many more people are dead now

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW MISSILE IS HERE TOOOOOOOO

the phone is ringing, how convenient :D

ooohkay this is tricky

so, why the fuck were there baseball and basketball balls hanging in nets under the ceiling on a submarine ... ... you know what I don't want to know

wait, Kamila can't hear him? oh, right, over the phone ghosts communicate by close range telepathy

aaand this makes the FIFTH time Lynne's dead tonight! or is it sixth? did i lose track somewhere?

AWWWW THIS SCENE IS LIKE AN OVERDOSE OF CUTE

'i wonder what happened THIS TIME' yep lmao

no actually 'i dont remember what happened after that' sounds like evil!Sissel to me, personally

but do you know what this wheel does Sissel are you sure turning it is a good idea

"I just sort of blacked out, the next thing I knew, I was dead" <3 <3 <3

"now it's all making even less sense than before" AND THAT'S SAYING *SOMETHING*

but actually okay yea this does kind of sound like an explosion that killed Lynne and knocked Kamila out

aaand nope I was absolutely correct )=

can this guy only puppet one body at a time? couldn't he have just possessed Lynne and had her slit her own throat or shoot herself or hang herself or something? that sounds a lot more productive than having a little girl fight her I mean, even if he only can puppet one body at a time, puppetting Lynne would have been a lot more productive overall, is there a reason he can't?...

or does he just love to do things in the most convoluted and roundabout manner typical to villains everywhere -_-

"nobody ever calls the dead" ARGUABLE a number of phone calls has been made this night specifically for the purpose of putting our!Sissel on the line

aand okay :D looks like the blue assholes saved Lynne just in time, sort of ...for a certain definition of 'saved'

so anyway this guy said something like 'you cannot possibly comprehend my suffering' so it would be funny if he was just a random dumbass that a bad thing hapened to one (1) time, which granted also killed him, but all the misery since then has been of his own making and he's put every single person involved in the events through worse just over the course of tonight, and simply has no sense of scale, perspective or proportion I think that would be great if the story went there XD EDITOR'S NOTE IN RETROSPECT: the story didn't go there and that was not fucking okay (it's dead women in the fridge again!)

and Sissel can't understand revenge as a concept SOUL TWINSIES WITH ME OR WHAT

lmao Lynne is starting to get touchy about how many times she's needed rescue lately XD

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHY CAN'T I REACH FOR ANYTHING YET also, interesting to note that in the 4 minutes ago past, neither Lynne nor Kamila have a core looks like Sissel's interaction with this realm is limited after all, and not only by phones there's v interesting existential fuckery going on here, of the exact sort I ABSOLUTELY LOVE

oh THERE we go 'nobody ever calls the dead' ARGUABLE again and I love Lynne's signature instant-snap-into-hands-over-head animation + pose Good Reflexes

ALRIGHT, FIDDLING WITH RANDOM SHIT WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT MIGHT DO TIME ...and that sure worked fast

hum, a random mechanic, alright

oh hon that's a, um, what's the opposite of exaggeration I know this word in Russian >_> over...littlification? that 'restless ghosts onboard' THAT'S ONE WAY TO PUT THAT

lmao that was one odd fate change

alright, found the temsik fragment capsule, I see yay unexpectedly strong wastebucket lids (seriously, that's a whole freaking basketball, there's a reason the nets worked like that lmao)

alright, just watching the cutscene for now, that's fair this guy sure looks like he's going to abandon his entire crew and blow up the sub or something

"farewell, sir" WELL THAT DID NOT SOUND QUITE RIGHT

alright, and we're left in the capsule rather than the fragment which apparently did not have a core of its own for some reason

OMFG THERE'S A LITTLE RAT IN THE TORPEDO ARE WE GOING TO HAVE A RUBE GOLDBERG MACHINE INVOLVING A SMALL RODENT AGAIN BECAUSE THOSE ARE THE BEST KIND BUT ALSO THIS IS NOT HOW TORPEDOS WORK BUT ALSO HI RAT!!!

yeah exactly thanks Sissel! how the FUCK did it get here also I love that the characters DO pay attention to the wellbeing of innocent rats in this game <3

well, you COULD just try to get it to blow up earlier, in the water you'd be stuck but you'd be heroes, or something well, Lynne would go back to her body, Sissel would be stuck :D oh, and the rat would die, that's the bad news

YEAH LET'S SAVE THE RATTIE FIRST if this time the rat is going to be in the way rather than helping, well, I REALLY DO RESPECT THAT LET'S SAVE THE RAT

alright, after some trial and error I DID manage to get both weights in the same position (mostly by luck) and throw off the rat NOW TO SAFETY

alright, this looks promising OKAY IT ALSO LOOKS LIKE KAMILA AND LYNNE MIGHT BE SAFE FROM EVIL!SISSEL NOW THAT'S GOOD NEWS

yusss caring about rats ftw <3

that's what missiles do, huh they're unstoppable i dont know who it is i hear there but Missile is great yes

well, whatever this is, our!Sissel just turned it on maybe it's pumps to remove water!... not that they'll do much against an unplugged breach but

aha, okay, won't move for long

this movement through a machine's gears feels like the purest expression of the game's premise since the junkyard tricks at the very beginning <3

the way Kamila's speech kinda fades in from white? that worries me

...eeeyup

god but I love this game's animation. this little one of Lynne hoisting Kamila up on her back? it feels, like, PERFECTLY balanced with their weights and Lynne's strength and everything <3 <3 <3

oh my god Lynne why couldn't you just... be able to swim not that it would help much with Kamila unconscious but

oh my god Lynne is literally right here why do I still have trouble moving around freely???

oh, found it!

wow, she's climbing one-handed while carrying Kamila, that's some serious upper body strength <3

W E L P

YEP THAT'S SOME SERIOUS STRENGTH THAT SHE DIDNT JUST FUCKING FALL NOR DROP KAMILA

yeeep okay WOW

ARE YOU BOTH GOING TO DIE NOW OR WHAT okay, no, just fall, and not even in the water that's good news

LYNNE THIS IS NOT A POSE YOU WANT TO BE IN RIGHT NOW unless you're actually holding yourself against that shit in the background with your left hand and I just can't see it I guess

...nope, she was holding her chin LYNNE NO

MISSILE HURRAY

okay, the fan thing makes sense

now to swap around a bunch of broken pipes so they don't get in lynne's way, got it

FOR FUCK'S SAKE I REALLY DON'T SEE A WINNING COMBO HERE

aand I fucking lost but at least I got Sissel in position -_-

alright, now with one pipe turned off it actually works out easily it just... took me really long to realize I'd need Sissel for this one -_-

Lynne honey but have you considered: you have no fucking clue what's behind that door although presumably submarine has only been breached in one place and it's this room?

holy shit with the hook Sissel managed to hoist the combined weight of Lynne and Kamila now THAT's a nifty trick

SISSEL FOR FUCK'S SAKE SHE CAN'T MUSTER LEVERAGE FOR THIS BECAUSE SHE HAS TO HOLD HERSELF AND KAMILA UP AND SHE'S TIRED SHE CAN ASK FOR HELP EXCLUSIVELY IN SWAHILI SWEARS AND IT'D STILL BE A WAY THAT YOU HAVE TO PUT UP WITH

aww, someone's saving us!!!

someone who commented on unstoppable missiles earlier, perhaps?

right, the truth... that's still relevant. while on a sinking submarine. yep

haha sinking submaries i have just been playing oxenfree haha

oh wow that's an improvised mechanism made out of garbage sticking in a close range telekinetic field nifty shit

oh oh okay that explains absolutely nothing evil!Sissel is not evil now, or what?

lmao this is getting more confusing, but like... in a very satisfying way <3

evil!Sissel still seems to have SOME amount of powers, at least, though possibly not the manipulating humans ones? but this amount of telekinesis is still incredible

so okay our Sissel's name possibly IS Sissel, but this dude's isn't I'm more confused than ever before I doubt there are three of them, so...

ahh, Lynne making Kamila more comfortable <3 <3 <3 and again, animation is fucking excellent. just, the timing of everything? it's better than 90% of all 3D animation I've ever seen in games

power and time, okay, got it so the dawn deadline IS real, just not for him wait, possibly not for Sissel and Missile, either?

I see he still fell in his signature ridiculous pose it's less funny now, overall

ah, okay, so the time effect is different too it seems to have been the same for Sissel and Missile though? is this a personality powers deal?

I love that Missile is perfectly comfortable with weird shit because as a dog, that's about the amount of understanding he has of his everyday surroundings, too <3

oh, hum so the moment this guy actually 'died' is the moment that blue guy took out the fragment?

wipe out everybody, huh

okay, so the shooting is as we knew, kind of

the first shot missed the mark, huh? quite curious, quite curious stray bullets are known to be deadly :D

alright, so that's a conversation that mostly confirmed what we already knew we have a new ally though, sort of

aand Lynne's empathy saves the day -_- like I said earlier, this guy's feelings aren't like... unique or anything, he just sucks at theory of mind

Kamila!!! so hey kiddo this guy in front of you is the guy who killed your mom

anyway, I'm still pretty sure Sissel hadn't yet introduced himself to you when you started calling him "Sissy" so there's that lead

and Kamila makes herself comfortable <3 I love this Little Lady so much <3

AWWWW THE RADIO THING <3 <3 <3

'and what about a torpedo' WHAT ABOUT A TORPEDO LYNNE THIS SOUNDS EXTREMELY UNSAFE

KAMILA ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU'RE TOUGH AS FUCK

OMG IT'S A GRAPE SERVING MACHINE I LOVE THE LUXURIOUS FUCK THIS WAS MADE FOR

alright, torpedo room, that works

swap  the switches to get them unstuck!!!

so I'm going to guess everyone there died, too, and Sissel's going to have to prevent that, too that makes perfect sense

that 'understand exactly how he feels' thing our!Sissel and evil!Sissel are really fucking different in this particular respect :D

awww and the girls convince the doggo <3 <3 <3

so, does Kamila know about the dawn deadline for all ghosts, or

oh thank god I didn't need to control that hop this game really has a policy of not having a permaloss option <3

Yomiel, huh so that's his name

alright, and 'Sissel' is an alias ...I'm just going to keep using it for the protag, just to make things slightly less confusing

ah, so this guy had access to national secrets, and that's how he did the singer thing

and he was proven innocent offscreen <3 <3 <3 stylish

stylish animation, nice

didn't help anybody? did you ever try? because our!Sissel sure figured that shit out quickly

welp, the blue guys are assholes but then, they were also kind of dealing with an asshole I can imagine why they didn't think he was reliable to deal with :x

awww, I like the leaflet guy so much <3 <3 <3

I love how Jowd's like 'well, I'm dead, are you happy now' and Sissel's like 'so anyway about that' FUCK death not tonight, not when Sissel's here <3 <3 <3

alright, and this guy's a robot that still doesn't quite he's pretty human-like >_> I am not a fan of the blue guy in charge is all I'm saying also lmao I nicknamed this one 'iron man dracula' i didn't mean it that way but

ah, remote-controlled, alright that 'farewell' was odd then

'your country's use of technology is just plain off' I LOVE THIS

could there have been two pieces of meteorite in this guy's body? okay, nope still!

OH WOW FOUR MINUTES BEFORE HIS DEATH THAT'S THAT'S ACTUALLY EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED FROM THE VERY BEGINNING EVEN THOUGH I THOUGHT THIS BODY BELONGED TO THE WRONG 'WHOM' THIS IS SOMEWHAT MORE AMBITIOUS THAN PLANNED BUT

...okay, no, his 'death' would actually be before the control room was launched, not all those years ago STILL THIS IS THE -EXACT- THING

alright anyway this is plenty of buildup WHO THE FUCK IS OUR PROTAGONIST it's funny how so far absolutely 0 of what we've seen has pointed to that I have plenty of odd thoughts in my mind ofc 'that guy from another point of time' being the prime one as a homestuck, the possibility of there being multiple ghosts of the same person doesn't faze me in the slightest in fact it seems like an intuitive conclusion BUT THEIR PERSONALITY SURE IS DIFFERENT

anyway, :D :D :D

Final Chapter

...aha! so it counted ten years ago after all! dang :D

aha, I see that mascot thing I see baby Lynne!!!

I note how for someone threatening to shoot the kid, Yomiel's gun sure is pointing in the wrong direction AND he's holding out the kid to the side, not between himself and Jowd SOMEONE sucks at hostage taking lmao

a kitty, huh

and then a meteorite, okay

I note the lamp

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Yomiel is thinking 'so maybe I'll die in another way and all this will have not happened, that's a better outcome anyway' isn't he god his faces are Sissel faces and look this game knows EXACTLY what it's doing with its visuals exactly one facial exression of Yomiel's has not matched Sissel's I doubt it's because of lazy artists

alright, so a good plan would be swapping the mascot and the lamp

but seriously, WOW Yomiel sucks at taking hostages this game's animation is always stellar and brilliant, there's NO fucking coincidence there he was absolutely not willing in any way to put baby Lynne in actual danger, even if he pretended he did and it worked on Jowd

anyway how the fuck do we get to the lamp

'we can talk about all this later' ARGUABLE TBH the entire, like, THING is going to change oh man is everyone going to go back to their bodies 10 years ago with their new memories because that's fucking hardcore was Kamila even BORN yet

augh I DONT KNOW I CANT REACH I THINK I CANT REACH ANYTHING WHAT DO I DO MISSILE IS IN THE SWEET POTATO ON THE FOUNTAIN SISSEL IS IN THE NOZZLE BUT NOT THE CENTRAL ONE AND CANT REACH THE CENTRAL ONE WHAT DO I DO

okay sounds like I missed my chance let's try that again

ghhhh okay I think I have figured this sequence out even though I have to rewind again 1) rock the basket 2) jump into nozzle to launch the potato 3) Sissel jumps into the potato and then from the potato to the central nozzle 4) Missile jumps into the potato 5) launch the potato x2

okay, Mino fell into the fountain, not that I know how this can help because AGAIN, Missile can't reach Mino from the lantern :x and Sissel can't do absolutely fucking anything

annd the finale is a cutscene alas

alright, let's try that again...

hum we didn't get a FATE CHANGE registered after dropping Mino might this mean we have to do something right in the process?

AW YEAH THAT DEFINITELY JUST HAPPENED LMAO

are we going to kill everyone by dropping Mino on them instead XD

trick time, huh Sissel still can't reach anywhere Missile can swap two identical lanterns, not that this does anything he can talk to Sissel, for what THAT's worth

aha, the lantern dropped, Missile can move around now, that's good

Sissel still can't do shit though

well, that's the detective's LEG, not... anything else or anything

oh man, yeah... YOUNG JOWD IS A DUMBASS man, even Yomiel isn't aiming at him anymore, he's like 'hey dude are you okay' so the theory that Sissel is alternate!Yomiel is really gaining steam in my head not that it wasn't the primary one all along but

AW FUCK YEAH MISSILE THE BULLET CATCHING BADASS DOGGO!!!

anyway sweet potato?

BOO YAH um or not

OR YES ACTUALLY THAT WORKS

OH MY FUCKING GOD YEP THE LAMPPOST FUCKING MINO

awwwwww and finally the trauma of remembering your death is brought up!!!! Sissel cares <3 <3 <3 (and Yomiel doesn't at the moment NOT THAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT IN CONTEXT) (then again I'd understand it if Sissel didn't either but he's the purest being in existence so)

awwww Yomiel is finally going to contribute!!!

omfg lmao "Make it spray as if your life depended on it!" "Uh, I'm dead though" Yomiel is winning ALL the sensitivity awards tonight <3 <3 <3

I I think that Yomiel hasn't done anything yet oh, okay, we're still winning time

holy FUCK Yomiel that was definitely a thing you just did

dear Young Jowd, Yomiel is the one who saved her. Not gods

awwww and he gave baby Lynne a detective's badge <3 <3 <3 he's so good with children <3

so, can Yomiel be alive please :x ALRIGHT, HE IS THAT WORKS

THE KITTY DID THE METEORITE KILL THE KITTY

wait wait wait is is Sissel the kitty is that why he has no idea how guns work or anything else like that that that is truly fucking incredible f y'all's i AND I GUESS IT FITS WITH HIM AND MISSILE JUST GOING AROUND SAVING PEOPLE TOGETHER LIKE A BADASS DUO AND IT FITS WITH HIM GETTING KILLED BY LYNNE'S FIRST SHOT ON ACCIDENT I HONESTLY CONSIDERED A RAT OPTION FOR LIKE A SPLIT SECOND THERE

OMG OMG OMG OMG YE S AND HIS NAME REALLY IS SISSEL

god jesus fucking christ this this fucking game i just im howling this this definitely is a thing that just happened it owned me so hard im so fucking owned right now

yep hes the cat he's Yomiel's cat

aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww there's a good reason he had identity confusion in all this they WERE confusable as one being for a while

'her' huh?

oh man wow THIS particular part of the story sucks

so Sissel was a girl's name all along? okay

but also, FUCK no wonder he went bonkers specifically about being unable to die

'his powers couldnt help anybody' more like they couldn't help ONE SPECIFIC PERSON

so that bag is a kitty carrier huh and Lynne's miss accidentally killed the kitty

LMAO THE PART WHERE WE ALL THOUGHT LYNNE HAD KILLED THE PROTAG WASN'T WRONG

I DAMN FUCKING REMEMBER THAT CAT JUST FOR YALLS I I ABSOLUTELY REMEMBERED THERE WAS A CAT THERE I JUST NEVER LINKED IT TO ANYTHING I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS A VERY PRETTY RANDOM STRAY

anyway Yomiel that's what you get for playing with guns they're deadly weapons and result in death you're fucking welcome

so anyway who the fuck is Ray

but anyway kitty Sissel saved everyone...

okay but hold on hold on hold on I didn't quite get the implications about the fiancee the first time around WHAT THE FUCK CAPCOM i was just recently thinking how fucked up it was that I remembered the last name of Polly Jenkins, just because of how much her brief story shook me

and uh I think is that also the implication here because that's not fucking okay

anyway so did Yomiel die as the result of that or nay bc that looked fucking deadly if not instantaneously so

god but this ffucking game

this fucking... game

oh Missile I'm pretty sure YOU are going to see HIM alright lmao wasn't Jowd taking him home

but also damn the original events of these ten years, as remembered by - a dog and a cat - Detective Jowd and Kamila (but not Alma, who never was brought back to life directly) - Lynne - Cabanela - the medical examiner - the minister of justice AND NO-ONE ELSE ...wait, no ALSO THE GUY FROM THE FUCKING PARK ...yep that's a thing we're doing

so another important thing is that the rock star kid is going to be okay and the curry guy, too nothing bad happened to them in this timeline, right?

ALRIGHT HI RAY WHAT/WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

(right now my bet's on 'a rat')

oh, Sissel also killed two people tonight, that happened

lmao and in this version of evens Missile died in the presence of Temsik

omfg and Ray is alternate!Missile this is fucking amazing <3

lmao his ghost aged and lost its powers?

also the dawn deadline was a lie he just wanted to get Sissel's butt moving I FUCKING KNEW IT

I love how Sissel's just "I DID WHAT" even though he's been doing that all evening this time around too

yup doggie's a fucking liar the only real time limit is the lifetime they would have had if they were alive huh damn

but seriously I called that before I started this section of the liveblog even if I think I never actually made that post 'what are the odds Ray is a fucking liar' I don't think I ever wrote that I kept getting distracted but yep I fucking called this

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART GOD I AM ;U; THIS DOGGO

anyway one participant of the events who definitely wasn't born yet 10 years ago is indeed Missile 0.0 how's that... gonna work...

but I do love that just... the justice minister, of all people, is also going to be in possession of those 10 years

OH MY FUCKING GOD LYNNE IS ABOUT TO HAVE A FUCKING HEART ATTACK I KNOW THERE'S NO GUN BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

KAMILA WHAT THE FUCK DON'T FUCKING DO THAT THAT'S ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING

aawwwwwww IT WORKED THIS TIME AROUND

'nice to meet you' OH BOY OH BOY I GET HOW IT WORKS NOW I THINK ...uh, I'm not sure how Lynne knew to flee from the junkyard then, but either way it looks like they're only getting back their memories at the PRESENT and that's why Kamila didn't fUCKING KNOW AND REMEMBER WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH DOING THAT JUST NOW

LMAO SOMETHING'S GOING TO EXPLODE TONIGHT

oh, nevermind, it's not that yet :D but it really does sound like it's going to :D right... about... dawn? :D

aww Jowd actually carries toy badges with him everywhere <3 <3 <3 'child handling tools'

still a kitten, huh yeah, that whole Temsik thing :D

aww, and here's her, all alive and everything

SO BIG MEMORYSPLOSION PLEASE

(at dawn) (it's fucking coming that's my headcanon and you can't beat it) (a bunch of people are going to become really fucking traumatized tonight)

hey!!! Missile!!! Cabanela brought him, huh

so, what's up with Yomiel, anyway

COME ON SISSEL MAKE NICE WITH MISSILE HE CAN'T CLIMB UP THERE

that guy's imitating Cabanela lmao

Memry <3 <3 <3

very best customer, huh

AWWW ITS THIS GUY HI GUY YOU'RE OKAY NOW WITHOUT YOMIEL TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU'RE JUST FINE

hah, and these two

.............................................yup. they died

'the indescretions of a minister perhaps?' I LOVE THIS FUCKING LADY I LOVE HER I LOVE HER

ah, these two what deal is it this time

the little rock sinter guy!!! yeah!!!!

hi medical examiner guy <3 guess you're not doing medicine after all huh

HI LEAFLET PARK GUY YOU ARE STILL CUTE

HI BAILEY

oh man oh man Yomiel :D hey are talking about Yomiel :D

SHOW ME HIS FIANCEE YOU COWARDS

lmao he's the painter this time even the robe sits the same

SO SHOW ME

OH YEAH OH YEAH HE REMEMBERS THATS THE PICTURE OF THE FUCKING CAT AND NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT

YUP YUP THIS IS IT lmao that crane i sure do remember it well it murdered two people tonight <3 <3 <3 kitty <3 <3 <3

aw yeah! in that picture with Missile!!!

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CHAPTER THREE-A HELPING HAND

So sorry for the delay! My job is busiest in the summer, I’ve been wanting to write a chapter every night but I’ve been too exhausted. So I finally had a chance to sit and write so here ya go!

CHAPTER THREE – A Helping Hand

 *Lucy and Renee are finally all out of all the costume gear and both getting ready to go home…except Lucy who is temporarily sporting dyed black hair for her role. *

 Renee: I can’t believe they dyed your hair! You don’t even know if you got the role yet!

 Lucy: I know! Talk about a commitment. I mean I was up for anything, but I at least figured they would have given me a wig or something. I was rather partial to my light brown hair.

Renee: I know, but they said the more realistic it looked the easier it would be trying to decide who should be in the role. And besides, I think you look great! Renee said with a little too much enthusiasm, causing her to worry if Lucy would pick up on her higher then normal excitement at the physical appearance of someone, she has known less than 24 hours.

*Lucy and Renee both walk back to their cars together. After saying goodbye, they each get into their own cars and as Renee is about to take off Lucy jumps out of her car and yells at Renee.

 Lucy: Wait wait! Renee hits the brakes and opens her window.

Renee: What?!?!

Lucy: I was suppose to fix your AC!

Renee: OMG Lucy there’s no rush! Besides it’s dark now and a little cooler then this morning so I can wait.

Lucy: Yea, but then you’ll be sweating like mad in the morning and that’s the last thing we need. Alex is suppose to tell everyone who got the roles and you don’t need your hair plastered to your face from sweat looking like a real mess. Now back up and let me take a look. It’s probably an easy fix!

*Renee definitely couldn’t deny that with how forward and confident Lucy was made her even that much more attractive. The way she takes charge of every situation. The coffee, fixing the AC. It’s something she’s never got to experience before in any relationship with a man. Having everything taken care of for her at the mere mention of it. She was so used to, and comfortable with, wearing the pants in all her relationships. If she didn’t know how to fix something, she would always just figure it out somehow. Just the thought alone of dating this tall, self-assured, accent toting Australian was enough to send her reeling. Her own thought process caused her to turn red with embarrassment at the ideas she was toting around in her head. Luckily for her the cover of night saved her this time.*

 Lucy: Alright let’s see what we got here!

Renee: Here! I have one of those spotlights in my trunk it’s super bright let me go grab it. She wanted to smack herself as she went to retrieve it. The way she said “super bright” made her sound like some uneducated kid and she always wanted to be seen as more then that around this woman. But she just made Renee so nervous. The way Lucy does everything so effortlessly is intriguing. Renee hands it to Lucy.

Lucy: Thanks! She says as she learns into the car a little more to get a good look.

*Renee stood back and watched Lucy work. As she leaned over her SUV which naturally sits higher than most cars, it was lined up perfectly with her hips as she bent over. She couldn’t help but to admire her shape. From the waist down anyway the rest was hidden under the hood. *

Lucy: Well you have 2 problems my dear! That was just Lucy’s way of talking, but it was music to Renee’s ears. What a tease it was to hear her call her a nickname that wasn’t intentionally done. It sent shivers down her spine.

Renee: I do?

Lucy: Oh yeaaaaaaa. First of all, the AC coolant reservoir is leaking which explains why when you added coolant it did nothing. And Second of all, you have a blown fuse. Luckily both are easy fixes that I can do right now.

Renee: Thank you so much Lucy. I don’t know how I can repay you for this.

Lucy: No worries! She says in an exaggerated accent. I actually miss working on cars. I used to fix up cars with my brothers for friends and family in our garage but…as time goes on people grow up and move away soooo yea. She says with a sad tone. I got to help you out, and work on a car at the same time. Good memories for me is repayment enough!

*What I would really like to do is build new memories with you, Lucy thought to herself. Since she first laid eyes on this woman, she has been trying her hardest to act as normal and professional as possible and not let all her affection show. Which is why the coffee and car incidents helped her distract herself from the shyness she most definitely felt around Renee. As long as she can keep busy and keep moving, she isn’t giving herself time to feel anything or dare she say…. ACT on anything. It’s a great way for her to keep her wall up after having been hurt so many times. But once she is in a calm relaxing environment and there’s nothing to keep her mind going, is when she has to live in the moment and that is what she fears the most.*

Lucy: Well I’d say you’re just about all set here! I patched the leak, and I have an extra fuse in my car that will ironically also fit in yours so if you want to go pop the lid off the fuse box while I go get it, I’ll put it right in for ya.

Renee: Ok!........where’s the fuse box?

Lucy: Oh my God, you’re too funny! Drivers side. To the left of the steering wheel and just below. Let me know if you can’t find it.

*As Lucy heads back to get the fuse she notices Renee fishing around the lower part of the drivers side seeming somewhat confused and hastily looking for this fuse box. Confident Renee can’t see or hear her, she lets out a little chuckle and comments to herself. Renee, you are the cutest thing I swear. What I wouldn’t give to ask you out. I don’t even know if you like girls or better yet…me. She says frowning watching the car light hit the top of Renee’s hair making it stand out in the darkness of the deserted parking lot. Deserted parking lot except for Alex’s car who is still inside. Lucy sighs and gets out of the car walking up to Renee still searching with no avail.*

 Lucy: Want some help?

Renee: I’m sorry! I’m hopeless! I told you I don’t know shit about cars! Lucy doesn’t hold the chuckle in this time.

Lucy: It’s ok! She giggles. Look it’s right here. She reaches over popping the door off the fuse box accidently brushing against Renee’s knee in the process. Oh. I uh, I’m sorry.

Renee; It’s ok. She says with a small smile going across her face, no blushing this time. It’s dark, no harm done.

Lucy: Definitely not. With her face a short distance away from Renee, they share about a 3 second look into each others eyes when a distance voice calling their names breaks their gaze. It’s Alex.

Alex: Renee! Lucy! Oh good! You guys are still here!

Lucy: Yea I was just doing a quick fix on her car, what’s up?

Alex: Listen. I was talking with the crew, and if you guys had already left we were going to call you at home. We didn’t want you guys going to sleep tonight and have you not know. Lucy and Renee look on intently. I was talking with the directors the producers and we all feel the same way. Out of the handful of people that tried out for these two roles, we don’t want to give it to anyone but you guys. Lucy and Renee’s faces are grinning from ear to ear.

Lucy: Are you serious?!

 Alex 100%. Look. I’ve been a casting director for almost 30 years and I’ve seen people come to me shaking with fear and full of nerves over and over again. And the chemistry you two had today was undeniable and beyond words. I’ve never seen 2 people vibe like that right out of the gate. And we would be honored if you would both play the roles of Xena and Gabrielle.

Lucy: Oh my God. Without a doubt. This is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

Alex:……Renee???

Renee: I…..I uh……

Lucy: She’s speechless.

Renee: I am! I really am!!! Thank you so much! The ONLY thing on Renee’s mind was being around this woman on a regular basis she didn’t even care about the role anymore.

Alex: Listen, it’s getting late. You guys go home, get some rest and be back here in the morning. We’ll all be here. Congratulations!!!

Lucy and Renee: Thank you!

Lucy: So! How’s that for an ending to a day that started out horrible?

Renee: This is literally the best day of my life!!

Lucy: Same here!

*And neither of them meant because they got the role.*

[passionatefanfictionbka]

Chrianna Interlude: Trending

“Robs, come on. What is taking so long?” Noella exclaimed.

“I’m coming. Relax!”

  Rihanna scoffed as she turned to her laptop, “Babe, they in here trippin’”

Chris chuckled, “where y’all going, the parade isn’t until tomorrow right?”

“They wanna go shopping for some other stuff. I don’t even know why they rushing, it ain’t like the damn store is gonna close in ten minutes.”

Chris laughed, “you so rude.”

Rihanna shrugged her shoulders as she pulled a fitted over her blue hair. Chris squinted hard, “Baby Girl?”

“Yes?”

“Is that my hat?”

Rihanna took the hat off and stared at it for a few moments before placing it back on her head, “Nah, I don’t think so.”

“Robyn, look at me.”

Rihanna looked at the screen as she bit down on her lip, “huh?’

“Robyn Rihanna Brown, is that my hat?”

“Babe….”

“No. No. No. Why you keep doing this to me?”

“What?”

“Stealing all my shit. Every time I see you, you got something else of mine on. I’m surprised you haven’t stole my boxers.”

“Well...I wouldn’t exactly say-”

“Robyn….come on Baby Girl.”

“Chris, you got a million of these. It’s not like you’re gonna miss it.”

“That’s not the point.”

“So what is the point?”

“Stop stealing all my shit. It’d be different if you actually brought it back to my house.”

“Well if I do that then I can’t wear it again. Duh.”

“You know what? I can’t with you.”

Rihanna giggled, “besides it serves you right for being mean to me.”

“How was I mean to you?”

“You didn’t come to Barbados with me.”

“Baby Girl, you know why I didn’t.”

“Uh no I don’t.”

“Robyn, yes you do and we are not doing this.”

She stuck her tongue out at Chris and turned to face her vanity mirror, “ you always wanna be so serious, Christopher. Besides, as much as I think your reason for not coming is stupid, I respect it because I know where it’s coming from.”

“Why does it have to be stupid?”

“Because I don’t like it therefore it’s stupid.”

“Baby Girl what?”

“You heard what I said.”

“But if you were to give the same reason and I called it stupid, you’d call me an asshole.”

“No. A spoiled brat maybe but not an asshole.”

“So does that mean I can call you a spoiled brat?”

“I never said I wasn’t one. Doesn’t make your reason any less stupid.”

“I’m gonna pull a Rihanna and hang up on you, seriously.”

“You could but you won’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Then you won’t get a peek at my Grand Kadooment outfit.”

“The outfit you sent me a thousand fabric and stone choices to look at?”

“Yup”

“You think that’s enough for me not to hang up?”

“If you knew what it looked like, it’d be more than enough.”

Chris scoffed, “I’ll take my chances. I love you and be safe.”

“Chris, I’m serious. I’ma block you and everything.”

“No you won’t.”

“Ok, I won’t but still don’t hang up.”

“Baby Girl, I wanna take a nap and I’m tired of you calling my reasoning stupid.”

“But it is,” she whined.

 *Beep Beep*

 “This muthafucka really hung up on me,” she said to herself in disbelief.

Yellow Nigga: So…. you just gonna go outside like that without me?

Baby Girl: Yup. Should've been there 😜

Yellow Nigga: Don’t play with me, Robyn

Baby Girl: I’m not. I invited you but you decided not to come. Would’ve been worth your while as you can see

 Rihanna closed out her messaging app just as her phone started ringing with a FaceTime request. He was so predictable. She brushed some hair out of her eyes and slid over the answer bar, “Yes Christopher?”

‘Why you play so much?”

“What did I do?”

‘You know what you did.”

“Chris, I invited you to Crop Over. You didn’t think it was a good idea, I wasn’t about to force you.”

“But you knew you were wearing that.”

“So did you. You helped me pick it out.”

“All I saw were the fabrics and the stones and you know it.”

Rihanna laughed, “You mad?”

“No. Jealous a little but not mad.”

“What you jealous for? It’s yours.”

“But I didn’t get to see it firsthand.”

“Maybe next time you’ll come somewhere when I invite you.”

“All that attitude, you must want me to fly down there and correct it.”

“I don’t have an attitude. Just stating a fact. So what you doing?”

“About to have your notifications blowing up.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re about to see.”

“Chris, I swear to God, you better not do something ignorant.”

“It’s not ignorant. You just about to have a comment section full of novels.”

“Babe….”

“What? I swear it’s not a big deal at least not to us.”

“Is it nasty?”

“Nope. I’ll save that for our text messages.”

Rihanna laughed, “so what are you about to do?”

“Comment on your picture.”

“Seriously? That is not gonna do anything.”

“Wanna bet?”

“How much?”

“200 and you gotta wear that outfit without the tights underneath when you get home.”

“Oooh you real confident.”

“You taking the bet or what?”

“I’ll take it and if I’m right, you also gotta get me a new purse.”

“Ok. Bet.”

“Bet.”

Chris scrolled through his timeline and clicked comment under the full body photo of Rihanna’s Kadooment outfit. Placing nothing but the eye emoji, he pressed send and left her page. A couple of minutes later, his phone rang and he slid over the answer bar. Two crisp hundred dollar bills were placed directly in the camera and he laughed, “Told you so.”

Rihanna groaned as her face filled his phone screen, “I really gotta give you this money?”

“Yup. Don’t worry, I’ll still buy you another purse. Just because I love you.”

“Babe, why are people like this?”

“Like you don’t know why.”

“Chris…but come on. Seriously, this is ridiculous.”

“Who you telling? I can’t do shit without people losing they damn minds and as funny as it is, it’s really pathetic.”

“I just- I really thought you were exaggerating. These muthafuckas are really writing paragraphs in my comments over a damn eye emoji.”

Chris laughed and shrugged his shoulders, “I’m used to it. They did the same thing when I told Mama Fenty Happy Birthday, like she ain’t my second mama. If you think your comments are bad, imagine all those blogs that were lurking as soon as I posted.”

“Ch...I ain’t bothering with their bullshit. Like I really wanna turn my comments off but that’ll just make it worse.”

“Yup. Damned if you, damned if you don’t.”

“Babe, this is crazy.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I know this has to be hard for you.”

“Hard for me? Why? I’m with you, this shit doesn’t phase me. It’s harder for them than it is for me. Hell they the ones carrying around all that anger and gotta sit at home banging on their keyboards complaining about something that’s completely out of their control. I laugh at it, it doesn’t do shit to me. “

“I guess you’re right.”

“Robyn, I know you worry about me especially when people bring up old shit every time I fucking breathe but I’m fine. What do I always tell you?”

“That you can handle it.”

“Exactly so let me handle it, Baby Girl. I got this. I’m good.”

“Ok. I guess.”

  They fell silent for a few moments before Chris burst out laughing, “Baby Girl, check your texts. I just sent a screenshot. This shit is wild.”

Rihanna furrowed her brow as she went to her text messages, “Baby, you have got to be kidding me.”

“I told you, this shit bothers them way more than bothers me.”

“Baby, this is beyond bothered. Sometimes I think I need new fans seriously because this is ridiculous.”

Chris chuckled, “Baby Girl, they aren’t worth the headache or the energy to be honest. What you up to later?”

“Family shit.”

“When you coming home?”

“Probably in a few days. Not sure. I know you wanna change the subject but this is still blowing my mind.”

“Want me to give you something else to focus on?”

“Depends. Does it involve a dick pic?”

“Do you want it to?”

“I’d prefer to see it in person but I can make due with a picture.”

“You know you nasty right?”

“You asked. I’m horny and slightly drunk. You should’ve know better.”

Chris laughed, “All jokes aside, you looked beautiful and I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did. Next time, I really want you to come though.”

“You know I don’t like making promises so I will try and come next time. Good enough?”

“Are you gonna give me another answer?”

“Probably not.”

Rihanna pouted, “I guess it’ll have to do.”

“You know I love you right?”

“Yea.”

“Baby Girl, don’t look so sad. You making me feel bad.”

“I’m not trying to, it’s just- you know.”

“What’ll make you feel better right now?”

“Can you sing to me?”

“What you wanna hear?”

“I’m scared to say this but you pick.”

Chris laughed, “why you scared?”

“Because you be coming out of left field with stuff sometimes.”

“You have nothing to worry about. I’ll keep it clean.”

Rihanna giggled, “don’t be mad if I fall asleep though.”

“My voice is soothing, I know.”

“Uh...more like I’m drunk so…”

“Now I’m not singing for you.”

“No. Wait, I was just playing.”

Chris chuckled, “relax, I was joking. You good?”

“I’m great.”

“You love me?”

“With all my heart. Now sing me to sleep please.”

Chris smiled, “this normally goes better when you’re physically here.”

“That’s just because you like touching me.”

“True.”

Rihanna giggled, “Babe…”

“Ok, ok.”