#every now and then i get the urge to disappear but you all esp some of you uwu make me wanna stay đ©”
when i decided to post my silly stories i truly never thought i would make it to an insane milestone like this ;; i just wanted to say thank you all so so much for the love and support iâve received all this time. it means everything to me <33333 also happy valentineâs day lovelies !! mwah mwah đđđ
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when the ball drops
summary: out of all the times you wanted to bail, for once you were certainly glad you didnât ditch this yearâs new yearâs eve party.
âł pairing: mathew barzal x you
âł warnings: language, parties, drinking, flirty banters + a smitten mat (set in a pandemic free au)
âł genre: fluff, meeting a total stranger, early 2000âs romantic/comedy typa thing (what i think at least)
âł length: imagine; 5.9k
âł masterlist: the barn
note: this is an entry for @hockeynetworkâs winter fic exchange and i was matched as @bqstqnbruinâs secret santa! i genuinely hope you get to enjoy this, boo!! i wanna thank a few mutuals, @tkachukme @calgarycanuck @pizzarandomness (esp @thirteenisles !!) for helping me out so i could get thru with writing this imagine! you guys are so nice i truly appreciate all of you. happy holidays & happy new year, everyone! đ (gif used: mine)
Every year you swear to yourself that you would spend the New Yearâs at home, eating a peaceful dinner by yourself and maybe enjoy a good bottle of wine whilst you spend the whole night watching The Holiday. But just like all the other years you have spent alone since youâve moved to New York, you end up breaking that same promise, pretty much with the help of your two best friends Emma and Katie.
Now, instead of being curled up in your living room, wearing your favourite knitted sweater and away from all the New Year chaos happening all at once in the very best place to celebrate such a festive occasion, here you are, getting your second glass of vodka tonic as you wait for the goddamn ball to drop.
The local bar has always been crowded especially during this time of the year. You and your friends already made it an annual thing which is probably the reason why despite the yearning you have for the idea of spending it all alone, you couldnât find enough courage to ditch them and disappear even just for one night.Â
âWhere are the girls?â Gavin, the owner of the bar whom youâve already befriended due to the amount of times you and the girls spent helping him close up was busily wiping the counter when you sat in your usual seat.
You casually motioned your hand to where you left Emma and Katie, dancing with men theyâd most certainly end up kissing once the clock strikes twelve.Â
âAlone again? Youâve got to blow off some steam, y/n.â He greets you with a concerned look exuding from his virile exterior. You idly shake your head, giving him a tight smile to reassure him that you were doing okay.Â
âItâs not that big a deal.â is the usual thing you say to people when your being âaloneâ on the holidays becomes in question. âBesides, Iâm a big girl, Gavs.â You proudly announce, leaning against the bar with your palm resting underneath your chin.Â
âI know youâre a âbig girlâ.â He rolls his eyes before his gaze trails off to your friends and then landing onto a couple of young lads from across the room. âIâm just saying, loosen up. Meet people. It feels nice to have someone holding you close at night so donât be too hard on yourself.âÂ
A snort bursts from you as soon as you hear the words leave Gavinâs mouth. Who would have known a guy as tough-looking as him would be too much of a softy underneath?Â
âWhat?â He holds his guard as he continues making your drink. The liquid swirling around a few ice cubes and a shot of liquor.Â
âNothing, nothing. I justâ I didnât think you were one of those people.â You say, clearing your voice once youâve finally gathered yourself. âYou know, the sappy romantics.â
Gavin looks at you, giving you an âOh, please.â look. âNo, âcause thatâs where youâre wrong.â He protests. âIâve always been this soft, âsappy romanticâ kinda guy. You just choose to see me the way you see me; a typical macho man who hands you good drinks.â He pauses, finishing off with the last touches of your drink. âBut you know what? Thatâs fine. âCause thatâs how I know youâre just like me.â He then slides the cold drink towards you.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You were intrigued to be fair. You already had your head tilted to the side trying to piece something that could justify what he just said.
âThat.â He looks at you, index finger circling before your eyes to make his argument even more compelling. âYou act like a strong independent woman, which by the way you still are,â but you have to admit that you do want someone whoâs gonna want to spend his New Yearâs watching that dumb old movie of yours.â He says with a grin before he pours another customer a shot of tequila.Â
You were sure you wanted to just shrug it off, but somehow, you canât help but think of how his words hit you in the subtlest way. Each word bearing an insane amount of possibilities of him being right all along.Â
But whatâd he know anyway? Itâs not like he knew you better than anyone else. Maybe itâs just his way with words. Or maybe heâs just that good. After all, thatâs basically the reason why heâs running a goddamn bar, right?
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It wasnât Matâs first time spending New Yearâs away from his family but if he only had a choice, heâd certainly take the next plane with no question. However, given how the teamâs fight for the Cup is going stronger than the last season, he couldnât bring himself to risk going away and missing out on his usual routines. So, for the past couple of weeks heâd let himself be stuck with Beauvillier throughout the holidays.Â
Now, for the sake of festivities, the two decided itâd be best to come out to the city and have fun welcoming the New Year along with some good friends that were surprisingly available at the last minute. That being said, the local bar was already the third one theyâve gone to having started the drinking binge earlier than intended.Â
âHappy New Fucking Year, Motherfuckers!â The loudest and perhaps, the drunkest man cheered at the center of the dance floor, holding up his drink carelessly as he danced to the mind numbing EDM coming off from the DJâs booth.Â
âWay to get wasted. Am I right?â Dan says as he stands to gather everyone and clink their beer mugs for the nth time.Â
âSomebodyâs definitely gonna miss the ball drop.â Tito snides, referring to the drunken man cheering tirelessly. Mat shakes his head and idly laughs. Their glasses meet halfway, causing some of the beer to spill over the table. The loud music and cheers echoed in Mathewâs ears, finding the whole scene a little too overwhelming despite how he liked to loosen up with bottomless drinks coming his way.Â
Somehow, he was thankful that he needed a second to breathe which only meant having to take his eyes off of the same guys he hangs with on and off the ice. Because if he didnât, he wouldnât have been able to see someone so beautiful yet seemingly out of place when his gaze landed onto that one girl sitting by the bar all by herself at what seems to be the loudest pub in the city.Â
âGod, sheâs pretty.â The words unknowingly slip off his tongue, making him realize heâs announced his thoughts out for the group just enough to make their brows quirk at the now out-of-reach Mathew.
âWhat?â Anthony leans closer to him so as to give himself a view of what Mat had his eyes peeled for.Â
âThat girl by the bar, sheâsâ sheâs really pretty.â Mathew says, completely sure that he has never said anything true in his life. Much to his surprise, the boys gathered around and turned their heads towards the girl sitting by the bar.Â
âSo? Go and talk to her, man.â Anthony casually proposes with a nudge, urging him to go after her.Â
Mathew immediately lets out a foolish scoff and chooses to gulp a large amount of liquor from his mug.Â
âYeah, just go for it. Whatâs the worst thing that could happen?â Tyson chides, looking at the girl who has utterly made their night a little more interesting. That being said, being stuck with the three biggest blokes wasnât that too interesting to begin with.Â
âOh, worst thing? She could hear me!â Mat runs a hand through his hair, incapable of taking his eyes off of her even just for a second.Â
âYou know if you donât, I will.â Tyson puts his beer down and acts as if to make the move Mathew was too hesitant to do himself in order to boost his mate.
âFuck off. Fine. Hold my beer.â Mat rolls his eyes and shoves Tyson his mug before gathering himself by straightening creases off his suit along with a few sharp breaths to ease out the nervousness heâd been feeling.
You watch the teeny tiny leaf of mint swirl around the whirl of liquor youâve successfully made, ignoring all the background noise, still evidently fixated on the words Gavin has left you with earlier. Has it really been that long since you allowed yourself to be fully vulnerable around someone?Â
A sad smile escapes your lips, one that made the man that was now towering all over you wonder what could have possibly caused such melancholy on the most beautiful girl he has seen all throughout the city. Thatâs a rather heavy way to put it but that doesn't mean he was lying. He did find you really pretty. Maybe even a little too much and too out of his league.
A tap on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts.
âHi.â He says, gray eyes illuminated by the strobe lights hitting your direction. You give him a tight smile, acknowledging his presence and frankly even the boldness he had to strike up a conversation.Â
âI just wanted to ask if what youâre drinking is any good.â Mat subconsciously reprimands himself for coming up with what is yet to be the lamest thing heâs ever told a girl.Â
Great. Now, youâre asking her if a vodka tonic is good? As if it could get any better? He thinks to himself. So, to compensate and reduce further damage, he plays it off by laughing quite sheepishly as he absent-mindedly massages his nape.
Noticing what the man was doing, you let out a shy laugh too, biting your lower lip as you find his foolish attempt of hitting on you quite adorable.
âWow. Youâre really good at this.â You tease, now giving away a playful smile, poking at his middle school pick up line.Â
Mathew chuckles. His doe eyes shy and alienated by the confidence he certainly knew he had not until a few seconds ago when he met yours. âI swear Iâm better than this.â He tries again, this time earning himself a soft giggle from you.
Atta boy, Mat.Â
âIâm Mat by the way. Mathew Barzal.âÂ
He reaches out his hand which you gladly took. It was calloused and rough around the edges whilst Mat found yours completely fitting in his. Your eyes meet halfway as you both shook each otherâs hands. Fingers lingering quite longer than it should be.
âY/N. Y/N Y/L/N.âÂ
âSo, youâre telling me you havenât had a tonic before?â You ask him, hands now all to yourselves. Mat leans against the bar, his elbow resting on the counter, unable to suppress the embarrassment now dawning on him upon remembering his little set back.
âIâm sort of a vodka tonic connoisseur.â He kids in an attempt to redeem himself. âCome on, it wasnât that bad.âÂ
You look at him, shaking your head at how unbelievably gorgeous this man is. âFine. It wasnât. Iâll give you that.âÂ
âSo,â He takes a deep breath before taking one of the empty seats beside you. âIâ I canât help but wonder, I meanâ if itâs not too forward of me, how come youâre drinking alone on New Yearâs?âÂ
You take a sip off of your drink and faintly shake your head, dismissing his query. âHmm. Actually, no.âÂ
Mathew muttered an âoh.â at the thought of hearing what he thinks youâre about to say next. To his surprise, and frankly feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his chest, you motion towards your best girls, Emma and Katie who were now obviously way too fond of the guys they just met.
âSee those girls?âÂ
Mathew nods, the answer to his question now becoming much clearer and put together. An answer that absolutely went along with his cards well.Â
âThose are two of the most important persons in my life going at it at a New Yearâs Eve Party.âÂ
âWould it be wrong to ask why arenât you âgoing at itâ like how theyâre doing it now?â
Is he always this formal? You think, lips curving to a grin.Â
âWhat?â He asks when he sees the expression (he canât quite put a finger on) on your face.
âNah. Iâm all good. I mean, not that I donât want to. I justââ You pause. Unsure of whether telling him the truth would do your case any better. Whatâs there to lose anyway? Heâs just some guy youâre bound to meet at the bar. Itâs not like you didnât anticipate a scenario like this from happening, right?
âJust take me as someone who isnât really fond of big parties,â he then cuts you off and finishes your sentence, âBut still go anyways.âÂ
âExactly.âÂ
Gavin pops in for a bit, handing Mathew a bottle of beer he was certain of not ordering. He looks at him puzzled. A silent question that Gavin answered with a wink before getting back to tending to his alcohol induced customers.Â
Apparently, itâs on the house.
âHow come youâre here chatting with me when your friends are all the way there?â You motion towards a curly haired man and the other boys across the room. One was even smiling at you but you just opted on giving him a nod before turning your head back towards Mathew.
âWell, I didnât like the idea of having you celebrate the New Yearâs alone.â He honestly says. But since you were the kind of person who wasnât the best at taking any type of compliment nor flirty exchanges like a normal person would, you roll your eyes and be the blunt person you were always known for. âOh. I thought you saw a girl sitting alone at the bar and saw that as an opening.âÂ
To be fair, Mat wasnât really intimidated by your remark. In fact, he actually liked how straight forward you were with him. You didnât look at him the way heâs gotten used to whenever he comes up and introduces himself to other girls; something that only made him more interested in you. He canât help but want to know what exactly is going on in your mind. Not the creepy kind, of course. Just the one where heâd rather spend the New Yearâs getting to know a total stranger than getting insanely pissed with the same men heâs spent most of his days with.
âThat too.â He admits, taking a sip off his beer without breaking his eyes off you.Â
There was a sheer silence for a moment. The kind that Mat knew was much deafening than the booming sound of the usual dreadful New Yearâs Eve Party. âSo tell me,â Mat regains himself, catching your attention once again. âWhat would you rather be doing tonight? You know, if you hadnât had to come out here.âÂ
He watches your lips quirk thinking about what it was that you actually wanted to do tonight. Then again, you only had one thing in mind.Â
âI kinda wanted to spend it alone for the past three years.âÂ
âThat long? How come?â
âWell, you know, for some peace and quiet. Maybe watch a movie or two.â
Like what he has been doing since the moment heâd gone to talk to you, he watches you run your fingers around the rim of your cold drink. Evidently immersed in your own thoughts from trying to piece out the real reason behind your grave wanting to spend the occasion alone.Â
Turning the tables, you ask the same question back, âWhat about you? I mean, other than getting shit faced, what would you rather be doing?âÂ
Mathew takes a deep breath trying to suppress the longing heâs felt for the past few weeks. He just misses his family so much that he couldnât help but wonder how theyâre doing even if heâs constantly kept in touch with them hours before heâd gone out with the boys.Â
âIâll be with my folks. You know, all that usual family stuff.â He answers you shortly.Â
You didnât think much of what heâs told you so you just tell him the very thing that crossed your mind. âYou know, itâs amazing how two people who didnât even want to be here find each other just so they could bitch about not wanting to be here a little bit more.â
The two of you share a good laugh, utterly and undeniably enjoying each otherâs company. It didnât feel weird having to talk to a total stranger, let alone let them have bits and pieces of yourself that only enables them to put together an image of you that isnât even as close to who you really are. Regardless of that notion, there was something about how Mathew connected with you, and how you connected with him.Â
It was far from being the movie type of thing, but you have to admit, the remainder of the time you two have spent talking over a half empty bottle of beer and a glass of vodka tonic has definitely made the two of you feel this unexplainable wanting of having to learn more about each other. That being said, when all drinks were drunk till its last drop, Mathew couldnât help himself from wanting to spend a bit more time with you. Maybe, even the whole night if youâd only let him.Â
âDâyou want to get out of here?â He shoots his shot as quickly as he could, afraid that losing even just a second would mean losing a night of spontaneity with you.Â
You have long waited for a reason to miss the annual party. And if that meant having to wait three years just so you could stumble upon a tall and fairly handsome man that was going to save you from a dreadful evening, nothing wouldâve felt as right as this if it werenât for the push Mat had stored in his piercing eyes and mischievous grin.Â
You didnât have to give it much thought. After spending a whole hour exchanging little trivias of yourselves, Mat finally had it easy in making a riveting case. You sigh in defeat as you fish out a few cash from your purse and slide it into your tab.Â
Excitement now exuding from Mathew, he bobs his brows up and down whilst he watches you roll your eyes once again for the hundredth time tonight. âIâm gonna hate you for this.â You tell him as you get off the bar stool.
Mat hurriedly signals Tito for his coat to which he was able to catch the moment he had tossed it towards his way. He then gets yours that was placed on the back of your seat before finally following you out towards the door.
âI highly doubt that.âÂ
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Mathew draped your coat over your shoulders, helping you to slip into it. You politely say your thanks and hold your purse close, your gloves gripping onto the leather as the two of you stroll the streets of New York, the winter breeze brushing on your cheeks with every stride you make.Â
âSo,â You begin, putting both of your hands inside your coat pockets. âWhere are you taking me, Mat?âÂ
He tries to think for a second. The thought of not having a concrete plan for the night finally dawns on him. He clicks his tongue and breathes in the familiar scent of the city. Mathew looks around the block and spots the good old food truck he and the boys once tried when they were out for an away game with the Rangers.Â
âHow about New Yorkâs finest burrito?â He points to where the truck was parked, clueless to how his sudden movement placed him inches closer to you. You didnât notice it until you looked at him for his eyes were still pinned to where the truck was at.Â
Matâs eyes were pretty. Thatâs a known fact. But what you didnât realize was how astonishing they are not until you got this close. You took in the sight sitting before you as fast as you could while he was still preoccupied like a five-year-old kid seeing an ice-cream truck pass by the neighborhood. Your eyes linger from his well structured brows, his unbelievably long lashes, down to the tip of his nose and his rosy cheeks before finally settling down to his cherry plump lips. All of which were more than enough to send butterflies in your stomach.Â
âO-Okay.â You agree. Mathew takes you by the hand before you can even say a word. Thank the gods for letting you live in a city that seems to never stop the hustle to still have open food trucks good for a quick bite at this time of the night close into New Yearâs.
âHey, bud. Two sixes to go, please.â Mathew says politely once he knocks on the window.Â
âYouâve got to try this, I swear.â He looks back at you with the same warm smile beaming on his face.
âUnless you want a proper meal? I mean, thereâs a diner down theââ You immediately cut him off and take out your purse, offering to pay for it instead. âNo! Itâs fine, really. Iâm a bit hungry myself.âÂ
After spending the whole time waiting for the wrapped snack, arguing on who would be paying, you let Mathew have this one for now even if you didnât like others paying for what you can pay yourself.
You take a good look at your watch and see that you only have about an hour left till midnight. An idea pops in your head, making you gasp at the thought. Mathew looks at you with a half-eaten burrito in his hand, his brows all furrowed as if to ask a piece of your mind.Â
âCome on, I know where we should go.âÂ
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Mathew never thought heâd found himself standing on a rooftop of a random building overlooking the Empire State during one of the coldest times in the city. The things that has only kept him sane was the girl who was still holding his hand, the city lights that have always left him in awe, and of course, the well heated rooftop.
There have been a few exchanges that are quite notable over the time youâve spent with Mathew. Heâs told you about the usual night outs he and the boys have for leisure, the family he had back in Coquitlam, how much he misses his mom and his sister, and how much love he has for hockey that he ended up doing the thing he loved most for a career.Â
Him, on the one hand, pretty much learned the same stuff about you. Well, almost, for he has yet to ask you the one thing that has been bugging him off all night.Â
You were telling him how this was your safe haven in the city and how much you loved going here every time you felt like needing to take a deep breath and step back from the world when he asked you a simple question. One thatâs absolutely left you surprised (and a little bit impressed) that he still even remembered it at this point.Â
âWhatâs the movie about? You know, the one youâve been wanting to see tonight.â He asks, both of his hands inside his pockets to keep warm.Â
The two of you sat on the bench facing thousands of lights illuminating the whole city. You look at him for a second, biting your lip as you contest with yourself, the thought of Mat being the kind of douchĂ© that would shit around women and their romantic comedy films comes rushing to you like a cold December breeze.Â
âAlright, why do you want to know?â You pass the ball back to his court. To which Mat shortly answers with a level-headed sigh. âI kinda get the feeling it has something to do with the three-year thing.âÂ
âYouâre nosy.â You kiddingly say, earning a chuckle from him.Â
âYouâve spent the whole night walking with me and I can barely even feel my legs anymore, y/n. Trust me, between you and me, you know youâre the nosy one.â The two of you share a small laugh, your voices are the only sound that can be heard besides the sleepless city acting as a white noise to you and Mathewâs little bubble.Â
âFine. And youâre a fucking athlete, so donât even start.âÂ
You playfully give him a nudge on the shoulder when he starts mimicking what you say. Mat stops immediately and looks at you with the same doe eyes glinting under the security lights that the rooftop had. He then patiently waits for you to gather your thoughts, breathing in all of New York as he lets himself drown in your presence.Â
You didnât know how but there was this unspeakable comfort you feel around Mat. Sure, he was just a total stranger youâve met a few hours ago, but no one, not even the guy who dumped you after your five-date rule, was able to connect with you at the same level as Mathew did.Â
âItâs not that I want to see it so bad. Iâve watched it for likeâ a reasonable amount before it became my comfort movie. Plus, itâs literally called The Holiday. Why wouldnât you want to see it during the holiday?â
You tell him a bit more of how youâve come into liking it, stalling him from the real reason why you wanted to celebrate the New Yearâs alone. But you know, that even after all the circles youâre willing to go through just to keep Mat at bay, youâre bound to lose all your strings and resort to telling him in the end. You just hope you wouldnât be making the same mistake youâve made three years ago.Â
You told Mathew about your on and off childhood sweetheart Claude who has always kept you high and dry throughout the years of being together. (That is if you were in fact together.) He was the constant reminder that you will never be the kind of person someone would want to stick around with.
You and him go a long way. You both ended up going to the same university because he just had to have you around and that he couldnât afford not being with you even just for a second. He said that he couldnât take the thought of having to see you only on the holidays so as the dumb kid you once were, your feet followed his everywhere heâd gone.
That cycle went on and on until you finally had the courage to leave everything behind and move to New York. Months as a new kid in the city, you were scared, of course. You spent your days hanging around your apartment, doing all sorts of crap you can even think of just so you wouldnât have to leave your flat. Although, meeting Emma and Katie was the biggest push you needed to finally let yourself let loose. Long story short, at the first New Yearâs Eve Party youâve ever gone to after moving in the city, the person you least expected to see was the very first one to come out of Gavin's bar. Claude.
Just like what a normal person would do, the two of you sat down and caught up. Pretty much the same thing youâve gone with Mathew. Although only a lot less chit chat and a lot more kissing.
Claude told you his real intentions. He said that he wanted to start something with you for real. Of course, you had let him but you have made the biggest mistake of telling him about your five-date rule.
Lo and behold, Claude did stick around for the fifth date. That being said, he had stayed only for the fifth date. You saw him sneaking out of your flat so early in the morning, leaving you nothing but a voicemail that said his foolish reasons and insincere apologies. Since then, after a lot of major hook ups here and there, youâve never let yourself become as vulnerable and stupid as you once were with the biggest douche youâve ever met.
âItâs crazy, I know. You can laugh about it.â You say when Mat hasnât spoken for a few seconds.Â
He takes a glance at you, a tight smile on his face. âI donât think itâs crazy. That man is crazy. And also, a big prick. Classic dick move.â He tells you before he turns his eyes back to the city.
âWell, yeah. Thatâs me. Thatâs the holiday story.âÂ
âA crappy one, of course.â You add.Â
Mat shakes his head no. He didnât know why exactly but all he wanted to do at that moment, a few seconds before New Yearâs, was to give you something,â even just a memory you could look back on. That that story isnât going to be the one youâd be remembering for the next holidays. He wanted his to be something thatâll make your three-year-old crappy story long gone and forgotten. That his version would be the one thatâs stuck.
âDefinitely not this one.âÂ
As the clock strikes twelve, cheers erupted throughout New York along with fireworks shooting into the cityâs midnight sky. The first thing you see upon looking back were the same kind eyes of the man whom you have randomly met at the party you dreaded most. Only this time, drowning you little by little as it becomes iridescent under the thousands of lights covering New York City.
You were frozen to your seat as Matâs face inch closer to yours. You feel his breath against your cold skin as if it was lulling you to sleep. His hands find its way to your face, cupping both of your cheeks rather gently as he finally paints a new memory youâd be carrying for the rest of your holidays.Â
âHappy New Year.â He greets you, almost like a faint whisper whilst the two of you gasp for breath. You blink a few times just to process what had just happened and digest how unbelievably good that kiss was.Â
Mathewâs hands were still on your cheeks. You held them close so heâd know you werenât ready to let go. You take a deep breath, gathering enough courage to ask him an unusual way of greeting someone a Happy New Year.Â
âWill you walk me to my car?â
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You have both of your hands tucked inside your coat pockets as you walked the street leading to where you left your car. Mat was just telling you about the game happening next Thursday against the Bruins and how it would mean a lot to him if youâd come and see him play.Â
âTo be fair, the Bruins are good.â You commented, a playful smirk plastered on your face rather teasingly.Â
Mathew lets out a snort as he rolls his eyes, chuckling at the thought of you dissing on his team the moment you had the chance. âHey, both teams are good.âÂ
âItâs just the matter of whoâs better.â You finish his sentence, yet again working your way with a clever remark. Mat hums, not necessarily agreeing with your sentiment.Â
âSo will you come?â He asks again just so he could hear you say yes. You take a deep breath, not letting yourself think too much of the said invitation. If youâre going, youâre going as a friend. Actually, you werenât even sure if you could even call yourself such a label.
You nod your head yes to which had become the reason of Mathewâs glee. The two of you walked side by side in peace, basking in the comfort of each otherâs presence.Â
Once the rush of excitement about you coming to one of his games starts to wear down, Mathew begins to feel the weight of walking befall on him as it grows quicker with each step he takes. With his brows meeting halfway, he looks at you, eyes evident with confusion.Â
âWhere did you park your car exactly? I feel like weâre walking straight to Long Island.â He chortles, scratching his temple quite adorably.
You bit your lower lip as you looked up at him. Mathewâs physique towering over yours. âI uhâ I took a cab to the party. My carâs actually parked outside my apartment.â You admit with a shy laugh.
Matâs mouth went agape upon hearing you confess; awkward silence envelops the two of you with every second spent not talking to one another. Not long after, he decides to break the ice, undeniably impressed at how heâd never seen it coming.
Clever. He thinks, incapable of stopping his gut from swirling. His smile widens when he sees you looking at him; unfazed and perhaps, enamoured.Â
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Mat did walk you to your car. The two of you exchange your thank youâs; utterly grateful for what has to be the best New Yearâs you had in years.Â
You wanted to ask him for one last cup of coffee because the last thing you wanted him to do was leave. But after all the things youâve gone through with the man within such a short amount of time (and frankly, even a tedious walk) you still failed to muster enough courage to stop him from doing so.Â
Once you see him get in the lone cab that miraculously passed by your neighborhood at such an ungodly hour, you close the door behind and head straight to your flat.Â
You get home to the sight of your weighted blanket spread over your couch along with a couple of pillows that seems to be the best place to bury yourself in after a tiresome night out. Things were just as they were left hours ago; prepped for a much awaited movie night. As planned, you quickly get out of your winter clothes, head for a quick shower, before finally slipping into some comfortable nightwear.
You were just finishing up putting the bowl of popcorn and a bottle of Chardonnay on top of the coffee table when a buzz coming from the intercom catches your attention.
Once your hands were free, you quickly made your way towards the box, a bit irked at the thought of Katie and Emma ruining your long-overdue New Year agenda upon remembering how sheâd told you to let her in the building just in case Katie gets a little too overboard.Â
âEmma, Iâm about to watch Jude Fucking Law. Just come up!â You hurriedly say, turning your head back to the screen which already had the movie on pause.Â
However, instead of Katieâs whiny and drunken voice, what you heard was the same familiar chuckle that had been cruising your mind all night.Â
âYou know, I donât think I mentioned that I havenât watched The Holiday. Is Jude Fucking Law any good?â He asks. A mental image of how his eyes crinkle when he laughs comes to mind upon hearing his voice.Â
Once again, pretty much like how youâve spent the whole evening with Mathew, a wide smile lets loose as you press the black button. âCome on up.â
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Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Natsume (pt. 24)
Hello, friends. The story is rapidly approaching an end. I imagine I'll only be posting for another couple weeks (maybe three at the most) before this essay draws to a close.
Last night we wrapped up the Time Travel Arc. Now we return to the larger parent arc, the Escape Arc. Mikan has made up her mind to escape the school with her mother, and although this breaks Natsume's heart, he'll do all he can to get her out safely without at all complaining. If she's leaving for good, then the only thing that matters to him for the next little bit is keeping her as safe as possible. After that, he's resigned himself to a lonely and imminent death... And then Mikan has an epiphany.
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Four
Theyâre finally all back in the present. The room they left is now empty, and they wonder what happened. Undoubtedly the situation is more pressing than ever.
Mikan is concerned about everyoneâs safety, but Natsume makes it clear that the priority is making sure she can make it out of the academy with her mother. If sheâs going to leave, then he will do everything he can to make sure the process goes as smoothly and safely for her as possible. Her concerns about everyone else have no place here when everyoneâs dreams and futures are threatened by the ESP if he ever gets his hands on Mikanâs alices. Besides, his happiness and safety always come dead last to him. Heâd act and speak this way, even if it was only Mikanâs well-being on the line.
He will protect her no matter what happens, he says. Thatâs his priority. This is no different than the way heâs been living for the last year or so.
Yeah, there's the whole thing with the school and protecting the student body and stopping the ESP but Mikan is his priority always.
Everyone else agrees, and Mikan is outvoted. She comes first now.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven
Mikan and her friends run into a horde of students, either controlled by Lunaâs alice or afraid that theyâll end up being controlled or punished. They all move to attack Mikan in particular, to capture her because maybe theyâll even be rewarded for it.
This is a mistake, because Natsume will not allow anything to happen to her. He uses his alice to fend off the students, but his fire takes a strange shape, unlike anything heâs ever made before. His ability to manipulate the shape better than ever is a result of the stone Mikan inserted into him, which Tsubasa theorizes is psychokinesis.
Ruka pleads with him to stop, concerned about Natsumeâs health the more he uses his alice. He immediately stops on the behest of his best friend, but then he uses his new alice to pull everyone over closer to him. Mikan specifically flies into his arms, where he wanted her. Heâs able to catch her, whereas the others land on their heads. Now that theyâre safer, he tells her to teleport them.
Who cares where the rest of them land? They can deal with it on their own.
Tsubasa comments that this extra power makes Natsume feel like more of a man, more powerful. This isnât a farfetched theory. We know how much Natsume wants to grow up, to have power. Now that he has this extra alice, heâs more useful than he already was, and that naturally translates into some extra confidence.
Another thing is that Natsume is putting his all into getting Mikan out safe. Heâs willing to expend all his energy and alice in order to accomplish his goal. Adding on to that, he knows he wonât see her again after this. He can hold on for a little longer, but to survive the unknowable amount of years before he can see her again? Unlikely. He doubted heâd even be able to graduate, let alone be on standby for possibly a decade and maybe even more. He has no reason to believe heâll make it. So he keeps her close now. Heâll be right by her side âtil the very end, take advantage of every touch and interaction he can. So even if everyone else collapses onto the ground after he uses his extra alice, Mikan will land safely in his arms.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Nine
Natsume may have spared Nobara earlier, but he still doesnât really trust her. Sheâs been acting weird this whole time and heâs suspicious. When they have a moment, he confronts her, warning her that if she sells them out to Persona, he wonât go easy on her. After all, to him, sheâs still the girl whoâs always been Personaâs little pet.
But Nobara doesnât want to sell them out. She wants to stop Persona and her DA friends from hurting the cause and themselves. She wants to stop them so they donât become a part of the fight.
She stands back so she doesnât teleport again with the rest of them. She wants to do this for Mikan.
Mikan doesnât understand. Sheâs concerned that she left Nobara behind, so she says sheâll go back to get her, but Natsume stops her. She needs to allow Nobara to make her own choice. Even if Mikan doesnât get it, the only thing that matters is their original mission. Nothing will change that. He wonât be strayed from it, no matter what obstacles come their way. Nobara made the choice, and sheâs the best person to confront the DA class. The rest of them should allow her to do as she wants.
They move forward, and Natsume keeps back when he feels his coughing fit coming on. Now that everything is dire, he definitely doesnât want to slow things down by worrying people with his body. He worries that he wonât be able to properly protect Mikan, considering the shape heâs in, but he would never say that out loud.
Death creeps ever closer... Why isn't he ever concerned for himself?
Even more, Nobara stressed before she left that Natsume was the most important person to stay by Mikan's side, that he should protect her to the end. Though he wouldn't be so bold to say that about himself, he wants to stay 'til the end. But the fact that he might die at any moment doesn't reassure him. However, any insecurities or fears he has must stay in his mind. He wants to be strong for Mikan, to accomplish their goal and keep her safe. Heâs pushed any and all feelings of his own out the window. All that matters is their goal.
He can die afterwards.
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four
Mikan needs to go to her mother. She and Ruka are to teleport to Yuka, since Ruka has the barrier alice and he can keep her safe. The rest of them are going to hold off the Fuukitai and other enemies. Thereâs really no time for heartfelt goodbyes. Natsume might never see Mikan again, but he turns away because thereâs no time for anything else. He will fight off the enemies to keep her safe. Thatâs what he can do. Anything else will just waste precious time.
Except that Mikan has the telepathy alice now. Sheâs mostly kept it a secret, sharing it with Hotaru and nobody else.
Natsume can stay silent all he wants, but his heart and mind are racing with thoughts and feelings. She couldnât ignore it if she wanted to. Itâs not the time to be lollygagging. She has to get going, and everyone is urging her to move on and teleport with Ruka, but sheâs hesitating.
And then Natsume hears it too. Sheâs saying it back, telepathically, that she loves him too.
Terrible timing, Mikan. You had all night to say it back! (joking)
Itâs all heâs never allowed himself to want to hear. Something that would only happen in a delusional fantasy world. Mikan may care about him, to some degree, but heâd never expected she would love him back. She should love Ruka, who is kind and polite, or literally anybody else. Heâs always had to push her away, and even if she saw through his insults to see what he really meant, he still wouldnât be good enough. He canât be with her, because his life is running out. He shouldnât be with her, because all he will do is cause her more pain. Heâll never be with her, because he doesnât deserve to be. He wonât be with her, because sheâs running away with her mother and heâll never see her again.
But she loves him too anyway.
Despite every insult and attempt to keep his distance. Despite their beginnings of mutual disdain. Despite how heâs said he hated everything about her, about how he wanted her out of his sight. Despite acting like she was a pest and nothing more than an annoyance. Despite everything he did, she somehow still loves him.
Itâs the worst thing to ever happen to him, to stand there and hear her saying that in his mind and then watch her disappear forever.
Heâs said it out loud only one time. He confessed with his kiss at Christmas, with his alice stone, with the borrowing race, with his speech to the ESP. Heâs confessed with every time he got in front of her to protect her, with every cruel word forced out of him by the higher ups, with every smile he had just for her.
Now she finally said it back and itâs too late for anything. He canât kiss her and show her how much he means it, how much it isnât just hype over nothing. He canât tell her he loves her to her face and with his whole chest. He canât take her by the hand and run away with her. He canât live happily ever after with her.
That was all okay before, when it was just him who was suffering. So his life would be lonely and short. Okay. Who cares? But now he knows she wants all that too.
Heâs miserable. He calls out to her but itâs too late. Sheâs gone now and all he can do is fight the enemies who want to threaten her security.
Natsume has been left behind with Tono and Tsubasa to fight as hard as they can against the Fuukitai. When they finally get away for a moment, Tono tells them to fight for the girls they love. Tsubasa and Natsume both berate him for this, because who was he talking about? Tono argues it wasnât about him; he was just trying to cheer the two up after they had to break apart from their girls.
Natsume is clearly in emotional turmoil, but he frequently is, so he doesnât let it show a lot. He may threaten Tono with his alice or tease him with Tsubasa like all is normal, but itâs not. His current circumstances couldnât be any worse unless Mikan were in danger, and heâs doing everything he can to keep that from happening.
Tono finally admits that heâs been nervous this whole time because Noda is probably the traitor among them, but Natsume realizes the truth: Itâs Goshima.
Tsubasa and Tono are going to try and find Goshima, who has the key Yuka and Mikan need to escape. They also need someone to go and tell them that Goshima canât be trusted, and Tono wants Natsume to do it.
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five
Tono is urging Natsume to go and tell Mikan about Goshima, to go protect her. Naturally, he doesnât hesitate before taking off. Any excuse to see her again and keep her safe is enough for him.
Tsubasa doesnât understand why Tono sent him off, though, since Natsume is in such bad shape. Having him run and exert himself further seems wrong.
I just want him to be happy. Is that really so much to ask?
Tono puts it all into perspective. It had to be Natsume. The kid was in a state of absolute misery, even knowing his love is requited and perhaps because of it. He can never see Mikan again. His life will end. The rest of them can talk about decades and decades into the future and still be sure that they will meet Mikan again, but itâs clear that Natsume wonât make it that far. As Tono puts it, itâs important that Natsume has a chance to see her for the last time, to say good-bye properly.
Natsume would go to her no matter what, too, and he does, running with all his might to find her, even though heâs coughing and his body is breaking.
He will use his alice and do anything he can to find her and tell her and keep her safe, and they finally meet again.
Heâs standing over the bodies of enemies that heâs just defeated for her, and he finally has a chance to say the good-bye he thought heâd never get.
There are other things that need to be said, but he might not have a chance to say his feelings again if he doesnât take the opportunity now. Heâs sad, because no matter what, their story will end soon. But this is more than he couldâve asked for.
But all of the words that should come out of his mouth donât. He doesnât talk about the traitor. He doesnât tell her he loves her to her face. He doesnât say anything except her name. None of the feelings he has can be put into words. For the moment heâs speechless.
She is too. She rushes into his arms and they share a quick second of holding each other before they inevitably part forever. The fact that she hugs him might have reminded him that she loves him too. Then again, how could he forget? Either way, he finds the words that were lost to him before.
Heâs going to stay with her until the very last second. He wonât leave her or part from her for even a moment again until they have to say good-bye for good.
No, they won't last. She'll leave and he'll die, but they have this moment, even if it's the only thing they'll ever have.
No, he doesnât mention the traitor even though he was sent to. Natsume very rarely talks about his feelings, but they felt so important this time that he had to say them out loud.
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six
Even though Natsume didnât say it to Mikan, Shiki got the information from him via telepathy and then conveyed the information to Yuka.
Now that Yuka and Mikan are reunited, they can all go to see them off, fighting Fuukitai and Luna along the way. Narumi and Mikan are trapped in an enemyâs ice alice for a moment, until Natsume melts the ice and takes Mikanâs hand. He wasnât joking about staying by her side until the very end.
Until the very last moment.
Sure, she needed to reunite with her mother and Narumi, but theyâll be spending forever with her after this night. He only has these next few minutes. Heâll be the one to take her by the hand until he has no choice but to let go. Until then, he will stay by her side.
Lucky for them, Yukaâs plan to wait until the last moment for the key so they can leave with Naru panned out. âTsubasaâ arrives with the key and hands it off. Thereâs no time to waste; Yuka rushes to open the warp-hole but all that comes from it is an explosion.
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven
Yuka and Narumi were caught in the blast. Yuka shielded Narumi with her body and took the brunt of the hit. Sheâs now in critical condition.
No hesitation. That's his only keepsake from his mother, his only reprieve from endless pain, but he'll give it Yuka because he can't not give it to her.
Natsume doesnât hesitate, and he gives Mikan the healing alice stone that his mother got from Yuka. Yuka is Mikanâs mother. Her death would be crushing for Mikan, whoâs already had to face so much trauma from watching her father die too. This all was about getting Mikan and Yuka out safely, and all that effort would be in vain if Yuka dies. And after Natsume has seen everything that happened in the past, he respects Yuka too. All Yuka has ever done is suffer, just like he has. To simply die after all that--he doesnât want that either. Yuka gave his mother that alice stone, something that brought him a little reprieve whenever he had a coughing fit or felt ill. The least he can do now is give it back.
But it doesnât work. Itâs not enough. Yuka has enough time before her death to hug Mikan and apologize to Luna, but then her heart stops.
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Eight
The ESP arrives to break the period of mourning. Luna canât believe that he would orchestrate this, but itâs not much of a surprise to anyone else. The âTsubasaâ decoy reveals himself to be Goshima, who holds Mikan by the wrists. The ESP only needed one person with the stealing alice. Yuka had become extendable, so he eliminated her.
Goshima goes to surrender Mikan to the ESP, but she fights, and Natsume moves to fight too, because thatâs his girlfriend and he promised he would keep her safe. But the ESP always has the barrier alice cast on him, always protected, even from Natsumeâs strong alice. Even Natsume canât help Mikan now.
But Shiki breaks the ESPâs barrier and Mikan rushes to her friendsâ side.
Z is invading the school and threatening to take the students captive. The MSP needs her successor, Shiki to be appointed so that he can protect the school with his barrier alice. The ESP is in a bind. Shiki can either run away with Mikan as Yuka had intended to, or he will agree to stay and act as the MSP to protect the school.
Conclusion
God this arc is a mess when all you want are the NM moments. How dare they be so scattered! Anyways, Natsume now knows that Mikan loves him too, romantically, but everything has been upside down for a while, specifically tonight, so the future doesn't look bright. In the next part, we'll talk about how Natsume feels about being separated from Mikan when she's locked away.
Sorry this is late. I'm not in a fantastic mood today which affected my motivation. I shoved a bunch of content in here and it might be too much. I don't know. There wasn't a clear way I could cut it into multiple parts without them being choppy and short as hell. I just wanted to get to the next part because this arc was stressing me out.
In any case, I feel like crap right now emotionally, because this day was very draining. I'll try to post tomorrow at a reasonable time. Thank you for reading.
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let them go - part three | j.t.
part one | part two
sorry for not posting last night! i was with family and didnât have the time to write
The next thing you remembered was waking up in a bright white room to the never ending sound of the heart monitor you were attached to. You shifted a little, a groan leaving your lips in response to the soreness that had settled in your ribs.
âMorning, sunshine.â You looked over to see none other than Jason Todd sitting on a chair with that signature cocky smile on his lips.Â
âWhere the fuck am I and why the hell are you here?âÂ
âWe are at Titans Tower, babe, and I am here because Dick asked me to. He couldnât be here to keep an eye on you.Titans shit, I guess.â
There was a warmth that again bloomed in your chest at the thought that Dick had specifically asked Jason to watch you. Perhaps Dick could see the way your eyes seemed to soften whenever you looked at the young Robin. Or that you had fainted in Jasonâs arm as soon as Trigon lost control of you and Jason refused to leave your side afterwards. Â
âTitans Tower... I never thought I would actually get to see the place. Dickâs told me stories about the Titans. What happened while I was out?â You had sat up properly and soon realized that you were wearing a shirt you didnât recognized. It clearly wasnât yours, you would have known, but you also knew it couldnât have been Dickâs. On the front of the shirt was the logo for some band you didnât know. You could only assume it was Rachelâs. She seemed to be someone who was into shit like that.
Jason filled you in on everything that had happened while you were unconscious. Who Rachelâs father was, how he had gotten control of you all, the week or so following when Dick had dropped you all off at a motel before going to Gotham in order to talk to Bruce.
âHoly shit. So what, are we all Titans or something?â
Jason shrugged and stood up from the chair he was sitting in. You were working on taking the various ivs and other things that were stuck in your skin. âIâm not. Iâm going back to Gotham soon. The only reason weâre here is because Bruce wanted Dick to bring me along.â
You could feel your face falling slightly at the words Jason spoke. He was leaving. Going back to the one place you swore you would never go back to. A part of you wanted to go with him, to see what had become of Gotham since you had left. But you pushed that part deep deep down and told yourself that you had just met this boy. You had to stay with Dick, who you had known for years and trusted with your life.
âOh, well, um, thanks for staying with me. Do you know where Dick is?â You had shifted in the bed so you were sitting with your legs hanging over the edge. There was a pounding in your head and a dull ache in your ribs. You pushed past the pain and willed yourself up from the bed, a soft groan passing through your lips.
âIâm not sure, the last time I saw him he was in the security room.â
âThanks, for everything.â You walked over to the boy can gave him a gentle smile. âIâll see you later, Boy Wonder.â With a pat on the shoulder and a moment of silent pain, you slowly walked out of the hospital room and off to find Dick.
- - -
A thick piece of black fabric covered your eyes as you stood in the middle of the sparring ring. There was a wooden sword in your hand, you had gotten used to the weight of it over the past few weeks of sparring. Jason stood across from you, wearing the same blindfold and holding the same sword as you were. It was a dumb training thing that Dick was making you all do. His explanation for it was that you never knew what would be taken from you while in combat, including your sight.Â
âDonât hold back on me, babe.â You heard Jasonâs voice ring out in the room. You could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. You let out a chuckle and adjusted your position. It had been a few weeks since you all had arrived at Titans Tower.
âIâm sure youâve been wishing to say that to me, Boy Wonder. And donât worry, I wonât.â
With that the spar started as you lunged forward and attempted to land a hit on Jason. Within the few weeks that you had been at the tower, you and Jason had only grown closer. The two of you would spend your days drinking shitty beer and listening to the collection of records Dick had in the tower between sparring sessions. The sparring sessions were certainly a sight to see, that was for sure. There were joking remarks thrown and momentary pauses where the two of you would just stand there. Sweaty, breathing heavily, trying your best to ignore the comments from Gar and Rachel for you two to âJust kiss already damnit!â Sometimes you swore you saw Dick standing in the hallway with a bowl of popcorn when you and Jason would spar.Â
You were falling behind in the spar. You had always gone the defensive route when it came to spars, but this time you went the offensive route. It must have been a sight to see; you getting your ass kicked by none other than Robin. There was a moment when the two of you were circling around each other. You could hear him shifting the weight oddly between his feet. You had come to learn Jasonâs fighting patterns very well over the few weeks.
You didnât think as you lifted your hand and felt the familiar cold energy rush through you.Â
âWhat the fuck, Y/N?â You immediately took off the blindfold and dropped the sword onto the ground when you had seen what you did. You had unintentionally put up a wall of ice between you two out of pure instinct.
âThat has to be cheating. Dick said-â
âDick never said that we couldnât use our abilities! Youâre just pissed because you donât have any. Youâre basically a glorified bodyguard that wears fucking spandex.â You had touched the ice wall preventing you from getting closer to him and it quickly disappeared. Over the few weeks you had gained a better control of your abilities, and now you could do things like the wall of ice.
âIâm not a fucking bodyguard, and itâs zylon, not spandex.â This was slowly becoming the back and forth you often had with Jason. Gar had started calling them flirt battles, even going as far as to commentate a few of them.Â
âReally? Tell that to the tights I found in your room the other day.â There was grin on your lips as you stepped up to the boy. You knew that you had won this one from the way his lips curled into the smirk that sent your stomach into somersaults. You two were so close that one movement would press your lips together, and it seemed to put you and Jason under a spell that was only broken by Garâs voice.
âWhat were you doing in Jasonâs room?â There was a teasing smile on his lips, a soft laugh emerging from Rachel.Â
âI was showing him a new record I got from the place down the street and Boy Wonder forgot to put away his suit.â It seemed to be that every day you were flushing more. For the first time in your life you werenât chronically cold, whether that meant sweating from training or having warm cheeks from the constant teasing coming from your other teammates.Â
âYeah, sure. I think Dick wanted to see us after you were done.â Gar wasnât buying your story and that was obvious. But he let it go and hopped down from the table him and Rachel had been sitting on before walking out of the room. You and Jason were alone again. You picked up your own blindfold and sword before replacing them on the shelves where they had come from.
âYou wanna go for coffee later? Thereâs a place not too far from here thatâs also a record store-â
âHell yeah, Iâm in.â A smile stretched across your lips at Jasonâs response. You hadnât even gotten the full sentence out and he had already agreed to. There was a flutter in your heart when you realized that fact.
- - -Â
Unfortunately that coffee would have to wait.Â
You all soon learned that a man who had tormented the original Titans had escaped from prison, and that meant the Titans were getting back together in the tower. To say your nerves were high was an understatement. You hadnât seen any actual conflict since Trigon, and you were unconscious for days after that. What if that happened again? Or worse.
The original Titans had gone out to try and capture Dr. Light when they figured out that he was drawing power from the stadium nearby. You could tell that Jason was antsy, he had shown up in his suit ready to go only to be shot down by Dick. He had gone to his room after that and hadnât come out since. You gently knocked on his door before opening it and leaning yourself against the doorframe.
âDidnât think Jason Todd was one for a pity party.â You teased, a smile on your lips. It was true. Jason always seemed like a strong person. You thought that at the most he would mope for a couple minutes and be over with it.
âFuck off, Y/N.â As much as he hated it, there was his own smile creeping to his lips as he spoke. Unfortunately you didnât get a chance to make any witty comeback as a voice rang out through the whole tower alerting you to the Titansâ return. The four of you who had been left behind all emerged from your rooms to see what had happened.
And they had let Dr. Light get away.Â
Jason was pissed, and everyone could see it. He had yelled at Dick about how he wouldnât have let Dr. Light get away. It all happened rather quickly, really, and before you had the chance to stop either of them Jason was throwing a punch and Dick had pushed Jason down to the floor. There were a few moments of silence before Jason stood up and stormed away. You fought the urge to go after him. You knew that it would only end in a screaming match or you getting kicked out of his room. It was best to leave him alone when he was like this.
âWhat the fuck was that, Dick?â Your voice broke the tense silence that had settled over everyone.
âI was- I didnât mean to.âÂ
Instead of responding you just walked back to your room, clearly shaken up by the confrontation. You never had enjoyed violence. It was quite ironic really. You came from Gotham and yet panicked every time someone fought in front of you. Especially when it was two people you cared deeply about. It sucked, but Jason had manage to worm his way into your heart in a way nobody ever had.Â
That was why you made yourself rise from your bed and go check on him. You had knocked on his door a couple times, only to receive no answer, so you opened the door and saw nobody was in there. And that the briefcase where he kept his suit was gone from its normal place.
âShit.â You mumbled to yourself as you rushed to the control room to find Gar. He could pull up Jasonâs tracker and you would find him in no time. Nobody would even notice that he was gone.Â
But Gar was gone too.
âShit!â You immediately rushed to the main area of the tower, your breathing heavy from a mixture of nerves and the fact that you had sprinted there. Everyone had turned to look at you with confusion.
âI canât find Gar or Jason. And Jasonâs suit is gone.â
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Matchup for @basilisa-scorpiiâ
Hello Coop, you precious ray of sunshine, congrats once again on well-deserved 1000 followers <3 Iâll take the risk and ask for the naughty matchup, haha. Basilisa (short: Bas) here, female, 24, ISTJ, sun Capricorn rising Cancer moon Aries, bisexual with preference for men. Appearance: tall (180cm/5â11), on the chubby side of body type (esp. when it comes to boobs), Greek type of beauty (dark hair and eyes, olivish skin), rather tomboyish with huge love for punk style. Personality: shy and reserved at first, but I easily get attached to people, I have huge tendency to be gloomy, can come across as rude and insensitive for people who donât know me well, since I donât really care about social boundaries and Iâm very hot headed (but I do my best to restrain myself, so I rarely explode â but when I do, well, things are flying); my personality tends to turn softer when Iâm around people who I like or care for tho; I care a lot for my friends, can be overprotective and Iâm extremely loyal; I love sarcastic and morbid humor, around the right people I can be goofy and chaotic. And Iâm clumsy. Very stupid level of clumsy. The kinky part: Iâm the bratty type of sub â the one who likes to be dominated in bed (bondage, restraints, control training, sensory deprivation, spanking, dirty, slight degrading talk etc.) but hates control taking part outside of the bedroom; besides that: anal sex, wax and slight blood play, teasing (both receiving and giving), biting and other forms of slight sexual pain â generally idea of rough sex and fight for control, followed by aftercare is a huge turn on for me. Iâm not a switch per se, but I donât mind switching roles with my partner, especially as a part of fight for domination and teasing. I hope I havenât written too much info, lmao. Good luck with the event and continue being awesome <3Â
Basssssss so very honored to do a matchup for you!! Honestly, I had a really hard time choosing between your main match and your first potential suitorâŠâŠ.but I think your main match is just a bit better! Also, since you requested a naughty matchup, that is what I will be primarily focusing on. Hope ya like these!! đđ
Your match isâŠ
Zoro (Scorpio, ISTP)
Zoro meets most of your kinks and then some. He likes to feel in control during sex and definitely has a repressed dom side hidden underneath all that dorkiness. He didnât expect you to be such a sub when he took you to bed considering how hot-headed you can be, but it all made sense once he realized you are in fact a bratty sub. And lemme just say he loves it and is constantly turned on by it. Zoro likes a challenge so he utterly enjoys trying to get you to behave and it makes your sex so so exciting as you two fight for dominance. He wants nothing more than to roll around with you, marking you up, roughing you up a bit, and reminding you who you belong to and who is in charge. Only in the bedroom of course! Zoro would never try to control you outside of the bedroom and thatâs what makes the sex so fulfilling. As soon as you two get into bed (or wherever youâve decided to fuckâŠ) itâs like entering into a whole other dimension, one where you both can embrace your desires. Zoro respects you and cares for you outside of the bedroom, but once you two get down and dirty, he doesnât hold back on dominating you and roughing you up. Â
Zoro has impeccable stamina and can keep you up all night with multiple rounds. On the opposite end, Zoro can be pretty lazy and impatient when it comes to sex sometimes. This usually only shows when you two try to incorporate bondage, he doesnât want to waste his time with intricate binding thatâs gonna prove difficult to tie and untie. The most heâll use is his bandanna, his sash, or maybe a pair of handcuffs if you happen to own any. Itâs not that he doesnât enjoy tying you up because he definitely does, but heâs just a bit impatient and wants to go the easiest route. Just enough to keep you secured! Heâll use the bandanna or sash as a form of sensory deprivation for you as well, blindfolding you while he has his way with you, heightening your senses and bringing you to mind-blowing orgasms time and time again!Â
Heâs utterly obsessed with your body, unable to keep his hands to himself both inside and outside of the bedroom. He canât decide if heâs a boob or ass guy because frankly, he loves all of you! Whatever he can get his hands on, heâs going to do so. The way you jiggle and squirm underneath him (or on top), he canât get enough of it. He canât help but praise you and your sexy figure, proving over and over again that only you turn him on this much and can make him cum so hard. When it comes to your tits, he canât fight the urge of wanting to fuck them. Mouth, teeth, tongue, hands, dick, he wants all of him all over them. Zoro also loves your ass so spanking is definitely incorporated during sexy times. He gets insanely turned on seeing his large hand prints painted a striking red along your soft, gorgeous ass. It makes him feel oddly proud to see how he marks you up, especially if your ass is still bruised well after sex. Continuing on with the ass love, he was incredibly excited when you offered the idea of anal sex to him. Heâs always been a bit curious on the idea of fucking your tight little asshole, so when you gave permission, he was in pure bliss. Itâs definitely one of his top kinks now thanks to you.Â
Zoro wasnât the best at dirty talk, especially degradation, at first, so you had to be the one to encourage that from him. It proved very fruitful cause Zoro has quite the dirty mouth on him now. Wax play is not something he ever considered before, but heâs grown to actually enjoy it. Heâs realized he has a bit of a temperature play kink, especially when he incorporates knife play, which leads to your shared kink of slight blood play. Zoro isnât much of a tease outside of the bedroom but he can be a bit relentless when he gets you alone. Thankfully, it doesnât ever last that long because Zoro is a bit impatient and wants to get to pleasuring you asap. But, having you beg for him is something he doesnât mind entertaining for a while. He finds your teasing incredibly sexy and thinks youâre the best at it in the relationship. When you decide to top him and take control, my oh my is he a sucker for it. Seeing your gorgeous body atop his, riding him and using him for your pleasure, he could lay back and watch that tantalizing sight all day. Unfortunately, he usually gets too excited and doesnât last long when you do this lol he always blames you of course - youâre just too good at taking him! Basically you two are pretty kinky motherfuckers and you both enjoy exploring your interests together! Thereâs been some things you didnât particularly enjoy and some things youâll never get tired of, the point is that you two have fun and love exploring different kinks with each other. Your sex is plenty rough and playful, leaving you utterly sore, exhausted, and satisfied every single time! Zoro puts his all into fucking you, no matter if youâre being rough or sensual, so unfortunately he doesnât last long enough for intensive aftercare before he passes out beside you. But, heâll usually aid in cleaning up and will make sure to fall asleep with you tight in his embrace! Rough Zoro disappears the moment he cuddles up into bed with you, in comes clingy post-sex Zoro. Make sure you go pee before he passes out on you because it is impossible to get him off otherwise!
Other potential suitors:
Kid (Capricorn, ESTP) - Two hot-headed Capricorns? You might not be able to survive each other outside of the bedroom, but he brings you everything you could desire and then some when in the bedroom. Heâs a total dom so he never minds taking control of you and he fully embraces your bratty sub behavior. Like Zoro, he appreciates a challenge and loves to put you in your place. He also loves your curvy body and knows how to give it the love it deserves. You share a lot of similar kinks so thereâs no need for any excessive exploring during sex. Heâs definitely the best at being rough with you but the aftercare is nothing special honestly lmao he doesnât put much effort into it unless you catch him in a good mood and even then the most heâll do is throw you a towel and call it a night. He keeps you oh so satisfied and hungry for more during sex, afterwards...donât get your hopes up. You might need to nag him a bit to make him more considerate during after care and who knows? Maybe youâll come to find Kid is a total cuddle bear when he wants to be. Â
Shanks (Pisces, ENFJ)Â - Very similar to Zoro and Kid in all of the best ways. You share some of the same kinks and Shanks is very intrigued and turned on by your bratty sub tendencies. He is a relentless tease both inside and outside the bedroom leaving you absolutely weak for him 24/7. Heâd of course never try to control you outside of the bedroom, as with Zoro when you two have sex, youâre transported to another world. Shanks doesnât mind taking over and domming you and heâs hella good at it. He can be rough when he wants, especially if you beg for it, and heâs insanely skilled at dirty talk. He loves your body and loves to mark it up even more. Post-sex cuddles are also a must with this man, especially with you because he is a sucker for you, and he knows you enjoy it. Shanks has all the experience to offer you in order to keep you utterly satisfied and coming back for more!Â
O-Kiku (ISFP) - Okay hear me out, sheâs a total softie but itâs always the innocent ones that have the kinkiest sides right?? Weâve seen her more âsadisticâ sides come out a few times. Not to mention O-Kiku is more than twice your size so domming you is easy peasy to her. She might not always be the roughest, but she knows how to tease you and leave you begging for her. You share enough similar kinks to get along well in the bedroom. If she is ever particularly rough with you, you know youâre gonna be getting the best aftercare youâve ever experienced in your life. She loves you and she never really intends to hurt you (even if you beg for it) so she will always make up for all the markings on you and any âharshâ words sheâs said. Literally the best after care comes from her!Â
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Untitled Ben Hardy x Reader Chapter 2
itI really need to come up with a title for this one, esp considering itâs been my favorite so far. Any suggestions??
Word Count: 2575
Warnings: None.Yet.Â
Ben had found you a place at the side of the stage, where other crew members had gathered to watch. Although there were cameras rolling, the boys were only being checked for lighting and movement. Polly and Rami stood front and center, showing him footage from the real Live Aid so he could memorize the movements. Joe practiced holding his bass and was bouncing around almost as much as the real John Deacon. Gwilym was talking to someone, going over something on his guitar. You instantly recognized Brian May, and then Roger Taylor, who was giving Ben a quick drum lesson. In awe that you were in the presence of two rock legends, you didnât notice that Ben kept glancing at you. Make no mistake, he was absorbing Rogerâs every last word, but he couldnât help but steal a look at you in between. You were wearing a pair of dark wash boot-cut jeans and a dark orange cardigan that tied around the waist, with a pair of brown clogs. You looked so cozy, he thought, and instantly wished he was sitting with you on a couch somewhere in front of a fireplace. He shook the though from his head as Roger gave him a âgood luckâ and went back stage.
The boys rehearsed for about two hours, before the director finally felt like the boys had it down pat. He gave the four of them a quick rundown of how shooting would go tomorrow before calling it a day for the the cast and crew. Ben half-ran over to where you were still standing. âSo, what do you think?â He asked, his eyes widening with excitement.
âIncredible. And I canât believe that you get to work with the Roger Taylor and Brian May!â You loved Queen, so you struggle to suppress your urge to fangirl. Picking up on your interest, Ben asked, âWould you like me to introduce you?â
The jaw-dropped look on your face indicated your answer, and he led you by the hand over to where Brian and Roger were chatting with a couple of producers. âBrian, Roger- this is Y/N. Sheâs a good friend of mine. Sheâs working with Julian on the costuming.â You were frozen where you stood, and Brian turned to greet you. Â
âAh, how lovely to meet you, Y/N.â He had the kindest face youâd ever seen on a man, and you struggled to get out a âhello.â Ben, sensing how nervous you were, put his hand on the small of your back and subtly pushed you closer to the two men. Roger smiled at you and reached out to shake your hand. âRoger Taylor, love.â
Brian looked down at your shoes and his face lit up. âMy goodness, I love your clogs! I have about a hundred pairs mâself.â You had heard about his vast surplus of the wooden shoes from another intern, as you hadnât been lucky enough to go with the group to pull costumes from Brian Mayâs own closet. âAre you a fan of Queen?â
You nodded. âVery big one. Uh, fan that is.â Roger and Brian laughed at your response. âI used to have posters of you on my wall.â You mentally smacked yourself for omitting the embarrassing detail, but Roger and Brian were endeared by it.
âWell, youâll have you come see us play sometime. Weâd love you to have you. Perhaps good oleâ Ben here can help you arrange that?â Roger clapped Ben on the shoulder and winked. âIsnât that right?â
Before Ben could respond, Roger and Brian were pulled away to speak with the director. âWeâll have to chat another time. It was nice to meet you, Y/N.â Brian waved as he and Roger disappeared.
âSo,â Ben started. âWhat do you usually do when you get off work?â
âWell, I donât usually meet to world-famous rock legends for starters.â He laughed. âI usually just pick up some fast-food on the way back to my hotel.â
âYouâre staying in a hotel?â He asked, shooting you a concerned look.
You nodded. âI couldnât stay in the dorms anymore after I took this job, and I havenât gotten my first paycheck yet, so a hotel was the cheapest option, short of sleeping in my car.â
âWell, that simply wonât do. Why donât I treat you to a real, home-cooked meal at my place?â
You didnât usually agree to go home with strange men youâd just met, but after spending the better part of your day around him, you felt like he was no longer a stranger.
âSounds like a date, Mr. Hardy,â you replied. His face lit up like a box of Christmas lights.
âA date?â He repeated.
Embarrassed, you attempted to backtrack. âItâs just a colloquialism. I mean, unless you want tooâŠâ
Benâs heart raced at the prospect of a date with you. His lips turned up in a smile. âI would really, really like that.â
After collecting your things from the costume department, you exchanged goodbyes with Julian a few other interns as you walked out to where Ben was waiting for you. He was talking in low tones with Rami, and they both went silent as they noticed you approaching. It was curious, but you didnât pry.
âIâll see you both tomorrow?â The both of you nodded and Rami walked off with a wave.
âReady?â Ben asked you. Â
âReady, Freddie,â you giggled, wiggling your eyebrows at him.
He laughed, catching your reference. You surprised him every time you opened your mouth, and he felt his heart flutter. If he didnât know any better, heâd say he was smitten. Little did he know that you felt the same.
Ben had convinced you to ride with him and once you had buckled your seatbelt, he handed you his phone. âWant to play D.J.?â
You eagerly accepted and knew what song you wanted to play. â39 by Queen flooded the speakers and you leaned back with your eyes shut, humming along. Ben struggled to focus on the road, taking in how peaceful you looked and how natural it felt to have you riding shotgun. He swerved a bit and muttered âbollocksâ for accidentally stirring you.
It didnât take long to get to Benâs. He lived in a moderately-sized apartment, and you immediately noticed the sparse dĂ©cor. âJust moved in,â he explained. Suddenly, a small beagle came bounding up to you and put her two front paws up on your leg. âFrankie no-â he started to say, but you had already sat down on the floor in front of her. Â
âHi there sweet angel,â you murmured, making sure to scratch behind her ears. âWhat a perfect little pup you are. You said her name is Frankie?â
Benâs heart melted at the sight of you and Frankie. âYeah,â he said, running a hand through his hair. âYou like dogs?â
âLike dogs? I absolutely adore them. I had to leave mine behind with my mom in the states when I started school over here. His name was Seymour, a black lab. I miss him every day, heâs my best friend in the world.â
âI canât imagine having to leave behind Frankie here, that must have been so hard.â You just nodded, trying not to tear up. Ben noticed and reached his hand down to pull you back up on your feet. You scooped up Frankie for one last hug before taking it.
You followed him (with Frankie right on your heels) into the kitchen and perched yourself on a barstool at the island, watching him flutter about. He held up a bottle of white wine. âYouâve had a long day, you deserve to relax,â he said, pouring you a glass.
âYour day was just as long!â You teased him.
âYour right,â he said before putting his lips to the bottle and throwing it back. He held the bottle back up. âTo you, Y/N.â
âTo me?â
Ben walked around the island, still holding the bottle, and put his hand on your cheek. âTo you,â he repeated. His touch was almost electric on your skin. You picked up your own glass and clinked it against his bottle in a toast. He wanted nothing more than to lean and kiss you right then and there but was interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.
Your face turned beet red.
âHungry?â He asked, clearly amused.
âIâm sorry, I didnât have a chance to eat lunch today.â You look down at your drink, avoiding his eyes. Definitely not a model, you thought again.
He stepped closer and gently reached to guide your chin up. âDonât apologize for being hungry, love.â There it was again, that electricity. Your heart fluttered. âNow, what would you say to some macaroni and cheese? Iâm afraid thatâs about the extent of my cooking abilities.â
âWow, talk about false advertising,â you said with fake outrage.
âOi, I said home-cooked meal, not a four-course dining experience.â He tugged on the hem of your sweater.
âWell, lucky for you macaroni and cheese is one of my favorites. But,â you said, sliding carefully off the stool, âI donât know if I trust a Brit with a box of Kraft.â Before he could respond, you had walked over and begun filling up a pot he had already pulled out with water.
He watched you feel your way about his kitchen, attempting to find the necessary ingredients on your own and quickly silencing him with a loud shush before he could give away the location. You were stubborn, but in an self-reliable, independent woman type way. He could tell you were used to doing things on your own and correctly guessed that was how you liked it. When you had finished cooking the macaroni, Ben helped you scoop the servings into bowls before leading you over to the couch. It was a bit drafty, Ben thought, and set down his bowl while he lit the fireplace. He sat back down and looked over at you. You had long-since kicked off your clogs and had your feet folded underneath you as you ate, looking even better than when he had imagined it earlier that day. Ben took a bite of his food and was instantly stunned. âIn all my years of eating macaroni out of box, itâs never tasted this good. What did you do?â
      You offered him a sly smile and winked at him. âWouldnât you like to know?â Benâs heart raced at the challenge. âItâs a trade secret, Iâm afraid. Youâll never get a peep out of me.â You knew exactly what you were doing and before you could take another bite, Ben had abandoned his bowl on the coffee table and pounced on you, tickling your ribs. You managed to set your bowl down before it could fall and half-heartedly tried to push him off of you. He continued until finally you couldnât take it anymore and blurted out, âSour cream! Sour Cream!â You gasped for air. âI put a small dollop of sour cream in the macaroni and cheese.â
      Ben hovered over you, reveling in your surrender. You looked up at him and hoped that he was feeling what you were. Chemistry. Pure, raw chemistry. You took the plunge, lacing your fingers into his gorgeous head of blonde locks and pulled his lips down to yours. He moaned and allowed himself to collapse lightly on top of you. His soft pink lips matched your pace, pushing and pulling against your mouth. He held himself up on his elbows, holding your face in one hand and allowing his other to rest on your waist. You gently tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth, inviting him in for more, and he hungrily forced his tongue into your mouth. âBen,â you murmured, and he moved his lips to your neck.
      âYes, love?â His accent made you melt. As much as it pained you, you sat up a little more, prompting him to look at you with those wide eyes of his.
âI donât want to be just another notch in your bed post.â
âMy bed doesnât have posts,â he chuckled. You swatted his arm. He feigned an âouch.â
âIâm serious. This job, itâs important to me. Itâs more than a job. Itâs my career, and Iâm just starting out. I donât want to be another girl who fell for an actor who only wanted a one night stand.â
Ben was paying attention now. His heart ached that you would think that of him, but he also knew how some actors treated women who worked on set. He ran his fingers through your hair before letting his hand rest on your cheek. âI donât want a one night stand, Y/N. I like you and everything Iâve learned about you so far, and I want to learn even more.â Your heart skipped a beat at his revelation. How could a man like Ben Hardy possibly be interested in a girl like you? âIf it helps, I pinky promise not to try and get in your pants for the rest of the night. No promises for our next date, though,â he said with a flirtatious wink.
You smiled and nodded, now feeling more at ease. Ben tossed you the TV remote before picking his bowl back up to finish the meal. You still hadnât gotten used to British television shows, so you settled on an interesting documentary about the Wars of the Roses. Though it was not something he would have ever chosen, he loved the way your eyes lit up as you absorbed information youâd undoubtedly already heard at least a hundred times.
The warm glow of the fireplace radiated throughout the room, but you still managed to catch a chill. Ben noticed you shiver, and reached over the arm of the couch to pick up a blanket. He opened his arms out to you. âCâmere, love.â
You scooted across the length of the couch until you reached Ben, who maneuvered so that your back was flush against his chest before he wrapped the oversized blanket around the two of you. Even through his clothes, you could feel the warmth of his body. You laid your head back, and he snaked his arms around your waist before placing his head atop yours. The weight of the long day settled over your body and you could feel yourself nodding off.
Ben was overwhelmed by the feeling of you in his arms. It felt so natural, a perfect fit. Heâd be lying if he said he didnât want to ravish you right there on his couch, but he understood and respected your reservations and he desperately wanted to prove to you that this was more than some flirtation to him. He knew the instant he first laid eyes on you that he needed you. He tried to pay attention to the documentary, but he felt your head fall lax on his chest. Peering down, he was flattered to see that you had fallen asleep in his embrace. Carefully, he scooted down a bit so that his head rested on the throw pillow that had been stuffed behind his back. He was still slightly uncomfortable, but he didnât dare wake you up. Frankie, whoâd been lounging by the warmth of the fireplace, wandered over and jumped up onto the back of the couch. The three of you slept there together all through the night.
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i read some non vna dw books a while ago but because i am a Clown iâve only just finished typing up notes on them...i think my next dw book iâll make notes as i go rather than just marking the pages and Hoping I Remember. anyway! hereâs my thoughts on thirteen doctors 13 stories. i have more opinions on some than others.Â
A BIG HAND FOR THE DOCTOR
"...Susan, who was possibly the only person in the universe who could make the Doctor smile at the mere thought of her."
awwwwww
didn't really like this one that much - i wasn't too impressed with eoin colfer's characterisation of the first doctor (esp since pre-ian and barbara i donât think heâd willingly attempt to stop some villains until susan was in danger)
THE NAMELESS CITY
Polly...once described him as looking like an unmade bed.
lmao
...he didn't know exactly what he was, though when he was growing up, he had heard tales of the legendary fairy creatures of the Unseelie Court who haunted Scotland's deepest valleys. He suspected the Doctor might be one of the dark Sith.
HEAVILY vibe with this concept
the world is saved by bagpipes.......peak dw
THE SPEAR OF DESTINY
"You know what I love about London?" he said, turning to her briefly.
She sighed. "I'm sure I can't guess."
"It's the only city in the universe where you can drive around in a car that's seventy years old and get away with it."
"Who says you're getting away with it?" Jo muttered.Â
nkdfsjksn
"Fire away!"
"Oh, Doctor, please. Not after that business at the museum."
no doctor is immune to the temptation of a good pun. no matter how inappropriate.
actually i really like how jo and three are written in this generally. there's so many good scenes. also, when the doctor asks her why she doesn't know anything about the vikings: "Doctor, we did the Romans. Every year." rip jo
From a distance the Doctor watched as a group of about twenty men loaded the TARDIS on to the back of a large low wagon pulled by four sturdy oxen.
jo: the doctor told me about the perception filter on the tardis so it'll be fine! they won't even spot it. literally the next scene, immediately:
She longed to stand and give this old goat a piece of her mind, but she knew she'd most likely fall over if she tried, which wasn't the effect she was after.
aw jo :(
"Do you know they wash once a week?"
"Could have fooled me," muttered Jo.
*desperately resists the urge to write down every jo line in this story*
"I have the ship. And I have the spear. What need have I of you any more?"
the master is betrayed. to the surprise of no-one but himself.
The Doctor held her by the shoulders. "My dear girl," he said. "That is very noble of you. You were right. Your aspirations /are/ the very noblest. But you're wrong about something. Nothing is more important than you."
me, sobbing:
ROOTS OF EVIL
realised as i was reading this that i don't own any books featuring leela.....a crime
"Surprise!" the Doctor said. "You know you were complaining that you missed trees?"
this is actually the cutest thing no-one look at me
She could never understand why the Doctor was so careless of danger. It was a good thing he had her to look after him, she thought, as he opened the TARDIS door and they stepped out together into dim, green light and the earthy, warm-compost smell inside the great tree.
phillip reeve gets the four+leela dynamic. like. he Gets it.Â
"It will not hurt you," she promised. "It is called a 'scarf'. It is like a cloak, only pointless."
ousdofnsoksfd
"Did it look a bit like a gravel pit? You'd be amazed how many alien worlds look just like gravel pits..."
what is doctor who. without quarry jokes.
"I mean, he's wearing a bow tie!" the Doctor explained patiently. "Ridiculous objects! I wouldn't be seen dead in a bow tie!"
1) says the guy who wears an obnoxiously long scarf everywhere
2) honey, you've got a big storm coming
TIP OF THE TONGUE
there's a scene in this where nyssa and the doctor chill at a diner and they drink chocolate milkshakes together. this is all i care about.
Good Lord, was that celery he was wearing on his lapel?
Yeah We Know
"Are you British?" Nettie said, as if this was the most surprising part of the whole thing.
i mean, fair
He paused. "I don't suppose either of you would be interested in travelling?"
the fifth doctor: hey one of my friends died recently and i abandoned the other one but i really miss having a large crew so i was wondering if you two literal children would like to risk your life travelling with me :)
SOMETHING BORROWED
you'd think given this one is from peri's pov she'd be slightly more central to the plot. ah well.
"That's two storeys up!" I exclaimed. "And I'm in heels."
"Well then, you should have worn more sensible shoes, shouldn't you?"
maybe she lives in hope that she won't have to do any running/scale buildings every time she steps out of the tardis. i get that.Â
"Well, you are the expert when it comes to gaudy," I said, giving a meaningful look to his red-and-yellow plaid coat and green tie.
every six story is legally obligated to drag his coat
The Doctor shook the man's hand vigorously. "Yes, yes. A little different round the edges since our last meeting on Kiri 4, but all the charm and intellect are still here."
i love this bastard.......
"Love? That contrived, chemically driven state of idiocy?"
mood
A clatter of metal was the sole warning I had before a hole in the ceiling suddenly opened, and the Doctor came tumbling down to the floor, landing in an ungraceful heap of rainbow plaid. Nonetheless, he rose to his feet with all the dignity of an Olympic gymnast who'd just landed a perfect somersault.
not to sound like a broken record but i would Die for this idiot
withholding myself from using more quotes to illustrate my unbridled love for the sixth doctor whom..........
"You might regret not helping me with this one day," she  [the Rani] called over to us. "Your next regeneration may be sooner than you think."
Huh. I Wonder What That's Referring To
RIPPLE EFFECT
From the look on his face, Ace reckoned that a visit to the Time Lords was something similar to her having to visit the dentist back on Earth.
i mean to be fair.....the time lords are a whole lot worse
although in this case the doctor's reasons for not wanting to visit are:
(i) they're 'old, boring and judgemental'
(ii) they have stupid clothes and a stupid non-intervention policy
(iii) they treat him 'like a naughty schoolboy' (can't have that in front of your companion!)
i apparently didn't have many comments to make on this one. um...it was good. i liked the idea of an alternate universe with nice daleks. MOVING ON
SPORE
"They're all dead....everyone's dead, flesh turned to liquid. It moves...There are things! Moving things! They're alive..." Major Platt looked up at the Doctor. "The caller became incoherent after that and disconnected shortly after."
The Doctor drummed his fingers thoughtfully against the top of the aluminium folding-table between them. "Hmm...That really doesn't sound very good."
YEAH YA THINK?
"I was at the opera," the Doctor explained, "when my phone went off."
this is his excuse for That outfit. really just copying everything from grace here huh
THE BEAST OF BABYLON
She also didn't yet know that he wasn't a man at all.
yeah cos he's non-binary duh
"So now we're landing on Earth," he shouted, "two thousand years before the birth of Christ..."
"Who?"
"He was a bit like Sherlock Holmes. Knew the answers to everything. Very good at solving mysteries. Some humans use him to measure time."
obsessed with the implications of this dialogue...
THE MYSTERY OF THE HAUNTED COTTAGE
absolutely love the concept of this one...a world created from martha's memories of reading a famous five expy as a child
"What?" Martha said defensively, keeping her voice down. "That's how he was described in the books. Don't blame me. This was 1951. Everything back then was blinkered, sexist, and ever-so-slightly racist. It was a backward time."
"Ah, yes," said the Doctor, "because 2007 has none of those things."
vibe with this convo
"Am I lonely?" Martha asked.
"You're a particle of dust," the Doctor said. "Of course you're not lonely."
"I sound lonely."
"Well you're not; you're having a great time."
this conversation where the doctor tells martha to imagine herself as a particle of dust has exactly the same kind of energy as discussions you have at 3am at a sleepover
NOTHING O'CLOCK
Amy looked irritated. She wasn't irritated, but she liked to give him the impression she was, just to show him who was boss.
yeah...
ok the villains in this one are actually really fucked up like. it's been a While since i read it now because i procrastinated on making these notes but they were Good creepy. thank you mr gaiman.Â
LIGHTS OUT
now THIS is one where the pov heavily contributes to the story...
He turns to look at me with piercing, hollow-set grey eyes, then furrows his impressive silvery brows.
"I'm buying a coffee," he says. "For a girl."
so THAT'S why twelve took so long to find coffee for clara......he wasn't buying it on earth. good vibes
TIME LAPSE
i absolutely LOVE the concept for this one, which is that the year 2004 completely disappears from records
A typed envelope reading The Doctor, The TARDIS, Ex-Gallifrey followed by a long string of numbers, letters, and things that probably were letters but looked like they came from about eight different languages.
obsessed with the fact that (i) you can apparently send letters to the tardis, like it has an actual address (mel throwing a message in a bottle into space doesn't seem so unreasonable now huh...) (ii) part of this address is 'ex-gallifrey'
this dude gets rejected. and is so badly embarrassed that he erases 2004 from existence. i promise i'm not making this up.
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Chapter 9; Operation time heist planning
*Authorâs note*
Hey to all who have been giving my Bad wolf series more credit, thank you soo much for your patience, since I had gotten this done all last night in one sitting I hope you find this part enjoyable esp. since Iâve added the hero who was truly responsible for saving the world, and ALL WITH A HEIST!! Hope you all enjoy this part :)
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Steve, Natasha, Bruce who was now a cross over between himself and the hulk now after 18 months in a gamma lab to bring the brain and brawn together, along with Scott Lang were now at the Avengers compound.
âSoâwho is this other person weâre expecting?â asked Scott. Â As he said that, a portal soon opened to reveal Morowa walking through it.
*Morowaâs POV*
âJust who came up with this idea?â Scott jumped back and said.
âOkayâŠ.how did youâŠ..â
âBasic portal configuration. Itâs basic training every sorcerer must master.â I explained.
âAhh that makes since.â He muttered. âAlso Iâm the one who came up with the idea. Iâm Sââ
âScott Lang, otherwise known as Ant-man. I know who you are. Nice job with Darren Cross.â He looked at me like he was prideful of that.
âWow Iâveânever been complimented like that before.â
âGlad you could make it Morowa.â Steve said to me.
âIf it means getting my daughter as well as everyone else back, Iâm willing to do anything. So Scott explain it to me.â
âWait, wait hold on yourâyour daughter?â he questioned. Â I went solemn and said.
âYeah. You met her back in Germany, she was known back then as Bad Wolf.â
âWait Wolf-girlâs your daughter? Oh my god wasâwas-was sheâŠ..â
âOne of the millions to get blipped? Yes. Along with half of her people.â
âOhh man Iâm so sorry. I was worried my daughter was one of the many to get zapped after I came back. I was thankful that she wasnâtâŠ.â I turned away and bite my lower lip trying not to cry.  At least one parent didnât get to have their child taken away.
âScott.â Nat warned him.
âIâm sorry IâIâm not helping at all am I?â
âJust tell me your plan Lang.â I urged.
âOkay so hereâs how it was. Five years ago, during Thanos, I was dealing with some stuff with myâwell myâŠ..Hope isâŠ.anyway long story short I was in the Quantum realm and sheâshe was supposed to pull me back but thenâŠ..â
âIâm so sorry Scott, mustâve been rough.â
âBut hereâs the thing. For me in the quantum realm it wasnât five years. It was five hours.â
âOf course. Time works differently in the quantum dimension. And I said I didnât believe her. Boy what she wouldâve given to say I told you so to my face.â I muttered the last part.
âWho exactly?â
âNever mind. I think I know where youâre going with this. Are you suggesting that if we enter the quantum dimension from this point in time, we can figure a way to travel through it and exit at a different point in time?â
âYeah like a time machine. How did you know I was going with it?â
âIâve been taught of the quantum dimensions. Itâs one of the billion multi-verses known to the sorcerers.â
âSo youâre saying itâs possible to do it?â asked Nat.
âI mean the sorcerers are taught that we can slightly alter each dimension to our will. But no one has ever tried it in the quantum dimension due to its constant alteration butâŠ.yeah. Iâd say itâs possible.â
âSo youâll help us?â asked Steve.
âLike I said, if it means bringing back my daughter, brother, sister and everyone that Thanos snapped away back. Iâm willing to do anything.â
âAlright, Scott pull in your van and Iâll get some of the controls working. Steve get the backup generators running so that way we have extra power in case things go sideways.â Bruce said. Â As we walked along, I felt Nat take my arm and she whispered to me.
âYou got a minute?â she pulled me aside where the two of us were now alone and she said. âWhereâs Rauri?â
âWhat?â
âMorowa donât lie to me! When I got off the holo-comm with you the other night you said youâd tell me if Rauri was causing trouble. And Rhodey tells me that not only has Barton killed off a Mexican gang, but some of the bodies have been torn apart, limbs and all. Now I know only two animals that are capable of that and one of them got turned to dust five years ago. So Iâm gonna ask you again. Where. Is. Rauri?â
âI think I know now. Believe me Nat for years I had no idea where he or the rest of the chimeras were. Shortly after you all returned from finding Thanos, he and all the chimeras disappeared. For five years Iâve been trying to track them till I did just yesterday. But then Dean tells me that for two years Rauri left them without a note except that he and Mitchell were the Alphas.â
Her face turned from betrayal to shock. Â She turned away and I relaxed myself as I told her.
âIâve heard what Barton has become. Trust me Iâve been there myself. Had it not been for TâChalla and Shuri, I was close to becoming what he is now.â
âSoâis it too late for me to help him?â she asked brokenly. Â Her voice tremored.
âNot if you get to him first before he completely falls off the rails. There still might be time for him. And with any luck, we might also find Rauri with him. We can bring them both back.â I placed my hand on her shoulder and squeezed it assuringly.
She turned to me and a soft smile spread across her face and the two of us embraced each other.
Later that day, we were doing the final checkups to do a test drive of Scottâs âTime Heistâ plan.
âOkay, here we go. Time travel test number one. Scott, fore upâŠthe uhhâthe van thing.â Bruce said from the controls.  Scott opened up his hideous brown van which revealed a miniature quantum machine tunnel which activated.
âBreakers are set. Backup generators are on standby.â Steve said as he walked towards us.
âGood. Because if we blow a grid, I donât wanna lose uhh, tiny here in the 1950âs.â Bruce muttered in a closed mouth towards the last part gesturing towards Scott who was putting on his gloves.
âExcuse me?â
âHeâs kidding. You canât say things like that.â
âIt was just a bad joke.â Stammered Bruce. Scott nodded it off and turned away as Nat muttered to him concerned.
âYou were kidding right?â
âI donât have no idea. Weâre talking about time travel here. Either itâs all a joke or none of it is.â He muttered to Nat worriedly before proclaiming loud and assuringly to Scott as he gave him a thumbs up, âWeâre good! Get your helmet on.â Scott did just that as Bruce then explained to him, âScott, Iâm gonna send you back a week. Let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense?â
âPerfectly not confusing.â Scott nonchalantly said with a wave of his hand.
âGood luck Scott. You got this.â Said Steve.
âYouâre right. I do Captain America.â And with that he vanished into the quantum tunnel. Â
Then as he began striking some buttons, Bruce said.
âOn a count of three. ThreeâŠ.twoâŠ.one!â he then turned a switch and soon someone came back.
âUhh guys?â It was a teenage boy. âThisâthis doesnât feel right?â
âWhat is this?â Steve questioned.
âWho isâŠ.who is that?â Nat asked confused.  As Bruce began to try and punch more coordinates in I asked.
âIs that Scott?â
âYes itâs Scott.â He said before suddenly disappeared and as Bruce tried to figure out what was going on, someone else came back, this time an old man.
âWhatâs going on, Bruce?â asked Steve. Â Old Scott complained about the pain in his back.
âWhat is this?â I asked.
âHold on a second.â Bruce muttered as he frantically tried to fix the problem. âCould I get a little space?â he asked Steve who immediately complied as he asked him.
âYeah, yeah, yeah. Can you bring him back?â
âIâm working on it.â With a few more clicks, beeps, and banging of the side computer, old Scott went away to reveal another shocking surprise.
âItâs a baby.â I bluntly stated.
âItâs Scott!â Bruce exclaimed to me.
âAs a baby!â Steve argued.
âHeâll grow!â Bruce argued back.
âBring Scott back now!â I demanded.
âWhen I say kill the power, kill the power.â Bruce urged to Nat.
âOh my god.â She muttered as she raced towards the power controls. Â I took Steveâs hand nervously while Bruce flicked a couple of switches before telling Nat to kill the power. Â She did and soon coming out looked like Scott but I was worried Bruce did something to him to mess him up even more.
âSomebody peed my pants.â He said.
âOh thank god.â I sighed with relief. Present Scott was back.
âBut I donât know if it was baby me or old meâŠâŠOr justâme me.â
âTime travel!â Bruce proclaimed with his arms spread out in victory. Â Steve and I just looked at him. âWhat?â I sighed and turned away pinching the bridge of my nose while Steve walked away. âI-I see this as an absolute win.â
âNever send a scientist to do a sorcererâs job.â I muttered as I walked out.
As the day went on, we called in reinforcements. Rocket and Nebula, Rhodey and then in two teams we were gonna gather Clint, Rauri and Thor. Â Rocket and Bruce agreed to go out to Norway where the rest of the Asgardians settled after arriving here from the Thanos attack they endured in order to get the Space stone.
Meanwhile Nat and I were coordinating where Rauri and Clint were planning to strike next so that weâd be able to find them and hopefully stop them before they continued on their massacre spree.
âOkay so what we know so far is that theyâve seen to attack every major country that still has a high level of violence.â Natasha said.
âRight and according to Rhodey the two of them hit Mexico together. Iâm not sure about Rauriâs killings but he said Barton so far has hit Hong Kong, Mexico, Brazil and Guatemala. So all thatâs left is North Korea, northern Russia and Japan.â
âWait, hang on a second.â She then typed away and pulled up an article about one Akihiko Daito. Â Runner of the Japanese yakuza. Â Due to business going slow in the sex trafficking world, heâs now switched to drug and illegal weapon dealings.
âYou think theyâre gonna hit Japan?â
âOnly one way to be positive. We gotta go now.â We then hopped in the quinjet and took off as fast as we can.
*3rd Person POV*
It was nightfall in Tokyo, Japan, rain was pouring down from the sky like a waterfall. The lights shined on the streets of Tokyo where Akihikoâs building was at. Â However the calm streets were nothing but a rouse, for inside Akihikoâs business building gunfire blazed, and a litter of bodies were sprawled all over the ground.
âItâs them! Theyâre after Akihiko!â One of his men cried out as he fired his Sten rifle only to suddenly drop dead after some shuriken went right through his neck thrown by a cloaked stranger. Â As more men tried to stop the men in the hooded cloak, they kept dropping like flies all because of him.
When one gave chase after him up some stairs, suddenly a huge mass of black fur leaped right at him snarling before ripping his neck apart, leaving only the sounds of choked gurgling to echo throughout the room.
Men crashing through glass, blood curling chokes, wolf snarls, and gunfire was the only music that came out of that building. Soon the yakuza leader Akihiko jumped out from the third floor window followed by the hooded figure. Â
Both men landed on their feet standing just a few feet from each other. Â Akihiko turned around towards the hooded figure and said.
âWhy are you both doing this? We never did anything to you two!â As he spoke, he soon took out his katana ready to battle.
âYou survivedâŠ..Half the planet didnât. They got Thanos. You get us.â The hooded figure stated as he took out his own sword ready to battle the yakuza leader.
The two then attacked each other in quick, fast strokes, their swords clashing with each otherâs.
âYouâre done hurting people.â
âWe hurt people?â Akihiko held his arms out in disbelief gesturing towards the bodies that littered the streets. âYouâre crazy!â He then went for a side swipe but the hooded figure caught the blade with his, his own sword supporting the weight of the two sword with his arm before finally breaking apart. Â
He jabbed a quick punch to Akihikoâs chest before holding his sword to his neck while the yakuza leader just stood there, not even defending himself.
He lowered his sword before grinning and slapped the cloaked figures sword away before going at him repeatedly with overhead slashes and corner slashes. Â It worked on making the cloaked man move backwards, but only for a moment when he not only punched the yakuza in the face, but managed to cut into Akihikoâs side. Akihiko slowly turned towards the figure before placing his sword against his palm in the traditional Japanese way.
He cried out before going right at him but that was his downfall for the cloaked man also cried out and cut Akihikoâs throat. At this point he knew he had been beaten. Â He collapsed to his knees holding his hand to his throat hoping to stop the bleeding, gagging on his own blood.
âWait! Help me! Iâll give you both anything! What do you both want?â At this point coming out of the darkness and soon being illuminated by the neon lights of Tokyo, the giant black wolf holding a human hand in its mouth dropped it before slowly approaching Akihiko.
His fangs dripping red and his eyes so black they werenât even there. Â He got right up into Akihikoâs face snarling and opening his mouth threateningly at him, like he was about to rip his face apart.
âWhat we want, you canât give us!â the hooded figure spoke in English before finally delivering the final stab, killing Akihiko. Ending the last of the Japanese Yakuza.
As he wiped the blood from his sword, the hooded figure looked to the wolf and nodded. Â The black wolf went down to pick up Akihikoâs body to devour it, but before he grabbed it, he suddenly turned around and snarled, seeing that someone was now standing behind them.
The figure took down his hood and removed the all black mask to reveal Clint Barton. Â But his appearance was different. Â Each side of his head was shaved off, leaving just the tuff at the center, giving him that mohawk kind of look.
âYou shouldnât be here.â He said without turning around, because he knew just who it was. Â Or at least one of them. Â For standing under two umbrellas were Natasha and Morowa.
âNeither should you.â Said Nat.
âBoth of you.â Added Morowa staring mostly at Rauri. Clint turned towards Nat, his eyes were cold and soulless with dark bags of deprived sleep.
âIâve got a job to do. And this wolf offered his help.â
âIs that what youâre calling this? Killing all these people isnât going to bring your families back.â Natasha tried to reason. Clint remained silent while Rauri continued to lowly snarl at the two women before him. Â âWe found something. A chance, maybe.â Natasha said as she slowly walked towards them.
Then on a dime as Clint looked up at Nat his eyes went from cold to utter despair.
âDonât.â he bluntly said.
âDonât what?â asked Nat.
âDonât give me hope.â Trying to hold back her tears, she told her dear friend and brother.
âIâm sorry I couldnât give it to you sooner.â Clint looked down helplessly while Nat reached out and took his hand, this time Clint didnât refuse as he clenched her hand back. Â Morowa soon tried to walk towards Rauri who had ceased his snarling and took off running down the alley.
âRauri.â She didnât have to run far because he had only turned the corner and hid himself behind an abandoned truck.  âI know youâre in there, so listen; I knowâI know things hadnât been easy sinceâŠ..you know. But what Natasha said is true. There may be a chance to bring back everyone. Your friends, your family, your wife.â Â
She slowly approached the giant black wolf that towered over her by at least 4 inches past her head.
âIt canât be undone.â His collar spoke out. Â For the first time in years actually.
âIt might.â
âNo.â he looked to his mother in law with sad eyes, his ears bent backwards in shame as he finally spoke out. âThatâs not what I meant.â
âThen what did you mean?â
âOnce a bad wolf goes bad, it cannot be undone. Howâhow can you forgive the beast Iâve become?â Â Morowa looked at her son in law with empathy in her eyes.
âIâve already lost two daughters to last a lifetime Rauri. Donât make me have to go through the pain of having to lose a son too.â She slowly raised her hand up and gently touched him right between his eyes before slowly stroking upwards. Â As she did that, his wolf fur slowly shrunk.
His paws and wolf legs turned into human limbs and finally for the first time in over 2 years, Rauri was human again but his appearance had changed too. Â
Instead of the wild, shoulder length hair, it was now cut like a normal menâs style haircut, kinda sleeked back like a 1940âs hairstyle, he was also clean shaven with no trace of a beard whatsoever, and his eyes much like Clintâs held despair, heartbreak, and sorrow.
Morowa slowly wrapped her arms around her son and held him tight and he embraced her back. Â Burying his face into her shoulder, clinging onto her like a small child as he allowed tears to fall down his face.
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Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced ; malex ; r: e
hello roswell new mexico fandom, im lee and hopefully this passes muster.
im gonna be honest here, i started writing this before i sat down and watched the entire series (cause at first i just watched alex/michael scenes lmao).
this takes place the morning after, as a âwhat if isobel didnât come to michaelâs place so earlyâ or what i titled the doc âwhat if isobel didnât come to advance the plotâ there is an ao3 version but im not linking it here bc i want this to show up in the tags hh
its been a few months since i last wrote porn, esp for a new fandom so. also, im hoping that the more i write them the better i get w/their voices. hopefully y'all enjoy!!! <3Â
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He wakes slowly, silently cataloging the ache in his thighs as something damn pleasant after a good night, though the twin ache in his knee and hand are not, he chooses to ignore those in favor of the gentle pressure of fingertips against his skin, dragging a slow path upwards until he stirs more, eyes fluttering open andâ
âYouâre still here,â he whispers, reverent, surprised and all around delighted, when Alex smiles at him, a soft thing that reminds him all too well of their days together as teenagers.
Alexâs fingers find his lips, tracing the shape of his lower one oh so carefully, and Michaelâs eyes slip half-lidded, âWell,â he says, tone playful though his voice is low, mindful of the calm thatâs settled over them, âIt was kind of too late to leave last night,â he mumbles, moving closer, âAnd despite the mattress leaving a lot to desire, the choice in bed partner, on the other handâŠâ he trails off meaningfully and Michaelâs heart swells as he tilts his head up to accept the kiss Alex presses to his mouth.
When they pull apart, Michael feels lighter, calm, head sinking into the pillows as Alex presses a series of soft kisses to his jaw and his fingertips are back again, drawing a slow line down his chest, âDo you have anywhere you need to be?â he asks on a sigh as Alexâs warmth shifts against him, on him, blanketing him in.
Alex kisses him again, longer and slower, an all-encompassing thing that leaves Michael light headed and breathless, fingers digging into Alexâs hips where heâd settled his hands, âNot for another few hours,â he mumbles against Michaelâs lower lip, âYou?â
He makes a noise in his throat, shakes his head once as a swell of emotion bubbles up in his chest, threatening to explode when Alex shifts up, pressing a kiss to his forehead, temple, fingers brushing the hair out of his face, âMichael,â Alex whispers suddenly, âMichael, open your eyes.â
A noise leaves him, and he grips Alex tighter, but his eyes open, a slow flutter, like heâs afraid, like if he blinks too fast, Alex will disappear.
Alex is still smiling, a soft and fond thing, âThere you are,â he says, cupping his cheek, thumb gentle against his skin, âJust wanted to make sure you were still with me.â
âFeels like I might be dreaming,â Michael mumbles before he can stop himself, âFeels like just yesterday you were sayinâ that this couldnât happen again.â
A frown settles across Alexâs mouth, his thumb stopping its slow motions across the curve of his cheek and Michaelâs afraid that heâs said something wrong, tightens his fingers on Alexâs hips as if to keep him there when he inevitably pulls awayâ
âI did,â Alex concedes, moving closer, leans in to press a kiss to Michaelâs forehead, âI said a lot of things I didnât mean, when I saw you again IâI didnât know how to react, how to, how to feel,â he breaks off, settling his weight more firmly on Michaelâs chest, âWeâre not the same kids we used to be, Guerin,â he adds, fingers finding Michaelâs curls. âYou and I, weâve been hurt, by a lot of peopleâby each other.â
Michael doesnât say anything, his words stuck and heavy in his throat as he holds Alex tighter.
âI willâŠprobably spend the rest of my days regretting that I left you,â Alex says, low and mournful, his voice cracking towards the end. âThat I walked away after what my dad did to you, that I let him, that I let him get to me. Blackmail me into joining up and leaving you here without even telling you how much I care about you.â
Michael exhales, shaky and unsure as he moves one of his hands up to grip Alexâs hair, dragging him in for another kiss, feeling the way Alex just sinks into it, the swell in his chest growing with each drag of their lips together.
When they break apart, Alexâs cheeks are flushed, head bowed down against Michaelâs, âGuerin,â he breathes out, palm spread out over his chest, right above his heart, âMichael,â he mumbles, âI want to, I want this, I want you, but we need to talk about this. Thereâs so muchâjust so much that needs to be said before we do anything, but god,â he lifts his head, eyes opening slowly so he can stare down at Michael. âGod, I want you so much.â
A noise, something close to a whine leaves Michaelâs throat as he tightens his fingers in Alexâs hair, pulling in a way that has Alex gasping, leaning back into it and if he thinks, if he thinks hard enough he can remember what Alex looked like on his knees, urging him to pull his hair in the quiet of their toolshed.
Something falls to the ground and Michael makes another noise in his throat as he drags Alex close for a kiss just as Alex turns away, his lips falling to his cheek instead, âGuerin,â Alex mumbles, fond and teasing. âWe need to talk, talk now kiss later.â
And thereâs a part of Michaelâs brain that knows that, but the bigger, more dominant part of his brain is scared of talking, of what has to be said, of what that could lead to, because words have never been his thingâmath equations and formulas were; words were Maxâs thing and Michael, well, Michael had a tendency to speak before thinking things through and despite his best intentionsâ
âMichael,â Alex mumbles, pressing his palm to his cheek, âHey, come back to me, yeah? I know youâre over thinking things right now. That big, beautiful brain of yours is running through hundreds of possibilitiesââ
Itâs ridiculous how well Alex knows him.
ââbut I promise, that Iâm not going to walk away from this, not this time. I want to try this with you. I want to be someone youâre proud to be with.â
Of all things, thatâs what gets Michaelâs attention, the self-deprecating twist to Alexâs words, a harsh breath leaving him as he opens his mouth, âDonât, Alex.â
It takes him a minute, heâs loud and brash on his best days, words spilling always with a hard edge that can sometimes cut, but he reels that in, steels himself, fingers going gentle in Alexâs hair, cupping the back of his head instead, âDonât talk about yourself like that, donâtâIâve always been fucking proud of you. From the moment I kissed you for the first time, Iâve never beenâIâm not scared to be with you Alex.â
âMichaelââ Alex starts, but Michael shakes his head, cuts him off.
âNo, listen to me Manes,â Michael starts, a hard edge to his voice softening into something sad and painful, âThere has never been a moment that I donât think about you. The last ten years have been fucking hard. Not knowing if you were alive or dead, if youâd even come back here,â he breaks off, draws in a sharp breath, takes a moment to collect himself. âWe left things in a shitty way. You disappeared and that hurt, and then, all at once, you were back. Youâre here and, and fuck if I know the right way to go about this, I donât think Iâveâyou were the only thing in the world that made sense to me back then and now, now youâre still the only fucking thing that makes sense to me.â
Alex doesnât say anything this time, just threads his fingers into Michaelâs hair and pulls him in for a kiss, slow and full of something, something like love, a low sound leaving Michael as he holds Alexâand around them, things start to float, a ripple rushing through him as he opensâfiguratively and literally, to what Alex is offering. A second chance.
A second fucking chance.
When they break apart this time, everything falls with a clatter, but neither of them pays attention to it, and Michael drags his thumb over Alexâs cheek, âYou are my quiet in this crazy, unknown world,â he whispers against Alexâs mouth. âBeing around you, being with you. It keeps me grounded.â
Alex exhales, resting his forehead against Michaelâs, âMichael,â he whispers, voice full of something, âMichael, I want to do this right. I wantâif youâll have meâI want the chance to love you. To give you everything youâve missed these past ten years.â
(And later, later, Michael will make a joke about how this is the most Alex has called him by his first name in years, but right now he revels in it, soaks it all up because part of him is still worried that Alex will change his mind andâandâ)
Alex kisses him again, goes with him when Michael rolls them over, pressing him down into the bed as the kisses turn into something deep and all encompassing, grounding in a way that negates every single bad thought firing off in Michaelâs brain.
âI meant what I said,â Michael mumbles a bit later when theyâve pulled apart, âThat day in the tool shed, when I told you Iâd never done something like this, with someone I liked as much as I like you.â He licks his lips, carefully chooses his next words, âI never in a thousand years expected that Iâd deserve something like this. That, all the pain and suffering in my life would lead me to meeting you. That all of that would give me some of the best memories in my life.â He rests his forehead against Alexâs, breathes in softly, âAnd sometimes, I look at Isobel and Noah and IâfuckâI want what they have.â He closes his eyes, exhales loudly, âI want that with you, Alex. However long that takes, however long we last. I want our eventually to be that.â
Alex laughs and its sort of wet sounding, almost a sob, âGuerin, itâs too soon to talk about marriage,â he teases, fingers in Michaelâs hair. âGod, itâs too soon but damn if I donât want that too.â
Michael licks his lips, stares at Alex for a moment, âThen letâs not talk anymore.â he says, leaning down for another kiss, and Alex, wisely, doesnât pull away this time, lets Michael kiss him until theyâre both breathless, panting.
Alexâs eyes flutter open slowly, a smile across his lips as he drags his fingertips down Michaelâs cheek, âI think we can pick up where we left off earlier,â he mumbles, leaning up to press a kiss to the hollow of Michaelâs throat when he tilts his head back.
âYeah?â Michael asks with a sigh, âYou up for another round already?â the tease is light, and Alex can hear the grin in his voice.
A hum of agreement leaves his mouth as he hides his own grin against Michaelâs throat, âI think so,â he says softly. âIf you are, cowboy.â
âIâm always ready to throw down with you,â Michael croons, grinding his hips down against Alex, slow and dirty in a way that has Alex gasping, arching up against him. âOh, Private, youâre getting hard.â
Alex makes a noise, something between a whine and a groan, tangling his fingers into Michaelâs hair and pulling him down, âDonât call me that, Guerin,â he mumbles against his mouth, biting Michaelâs lower lip as he laughs, the sound turning into a gasp.
âWhy youââ Michael says, but gets cut off when Alex kisses him again, stealing the words directly from his mouth. ââyou keep distracting me,â he says when they part and its almost a whine, âIf you want to do more than just rub against me like a teenager youâre going to have to chill out.â
Alex just arches under him, grabbing Michaelâs hips so he can grind up into him, âI am very chill,â he says with a soft groan, âIâm the coolest right now.â
Michael laughs again, light and happy as he leans in to mouth at Alexâs throat, âUh huh, babe,â he mumbles. âSure you are.â He doesnât move to stop Alex though, just lets him move, âYou know Iâll take care of you, right? Anything you want, Iâll give it to you.â
âYeah,â Alex whispers, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, âYeah, I justâI want so much.â He admits softly, dragging his fingers up Michaelâs back, biting his slightly swollen lower lip. âI want everything, but I feel like Iâm too wound up to wait.â
He hums, slips his hand between their bodies and wraps his fingers around Alexâs dick, taking in the way Alex absolutely shudders at his touch, âThen letâs take the edge off,â he murmurs into his skin. âJust like this. And then, when youâre a little less impatient, Iâm going to open you up again, just like you like it, baby. Gonna finger you til youâre begginâ me to fuck you.â
Alex whines, hooks his leg around Michaelâs hip and thrusts up into his hand, âFaster Guerin,â he breathes out, letting out a pleased sounding moan when Michael complies with no argument or teasing. âOh fuck,â he says, fingers digging into hard muscle. âJust like that.â
Michael tries, tries to ignore the voice in his head telling him to mark to claim, but he canât, canât stop the sweet sweet pull of mineminemine as he sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin just under Alexâs earâand Alex jerks in his hand, crying out as he comes between them, Michaelâs name falling from his lips.
He goes to pull back, to give Alex some space but Alex makes a noise, drags him back closer, pulls him in for a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated but Michaelâs heart soars as he returns it, holding Alexâs head still, leading him, because this, this is what heâs been waiting for.
âJesus,â Alex mumbles, breathless, when they pull apart. âMichael,â he whispers, voice full of something as he reaches down between them, feels the hard press of Michaelâs dick against his thigh. âI want this in me,â he licks his lips, opening his eyes so he can stare up at Michael, âWant you all the time, in whatever way youâll let me have you.â
Michael groans, half pained, half aroused, âYouâre going to kill me, Alex,â he says, diving back down for another kiss, something messy but chaste, before heâs pulling away again, fumbling around under the covers for the lube, âShit, whereâd I leave itââ he trails off, making a triumphant noise when he finds it wedged between the bed and wall. âYou sure you want this?â
Alex makes a frustrated noise, fighting back the urge to move closer when Michael pulls away, âMichael Guerin, I swear if you donât get your fingers in me right now Iâm going to do it myself.â
âNow now,â Michael says, popping the tube open, âLetâs not be hasty here, darlinâ, consent is sexy and all that.â Heâs teasing now, but Alex knows that, now that heâs come once, the edge is gone, and he can enjoy this. The easiness of sex with Michael coming back to him.
âYour fingers in me is sexier,â Alex grouses, âCâmon Michael, I know you wanna fuck me.â
Michaelâs laughing again, warming the lube up between his fingers, âUh huh, I know,â he says. âGod, ten years didnât teach you patience, did it?â he asks, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Alexâs mouth as he presses his fingers to Alexâs hole. âYouâve always been so bossy,â he mumbles, easing a finger into him. âJesus, youâre so fuckinâ tight, Manes. We fucked last night and youâre still tight.â
Alex gasps softly, pressing his head back into the pillows, âReally good workout regimen,â he fires back, squirming down against Michaelâs hand. âAh fuck, and yes, Iâve always been bossy. You should know that Iâm only this way because someone wants to tease me.â
âOh,â Michael says, pulling his finger out, a teasing grin on his lips, âWonder who that could be.â He ponders, drawing slow, slick circles around Alexâs hole with his fingers. âDo I know him?â
âOh fuck you, Guerin,â Alex says with a groan.
Michael hums, âWell, if youâre offering, maybe you can sometime.â
Alex makes a strangled noise, rocking down against Michaelâs fingers, âMichael, please,â he mumbles, nearly begging. âWanna feel you again, need to feel you again.â
He prides himself with how well he knows Alexâs body, his reactions, and when he hears his voice crack on the need, he hushes Alex, moves close to him as he presses a finger inside, drawing him into a slow kiss.
Alex is shaking by the time Michael has three fingers in him, touch firm but gentle as he stretches him, the two of them trading kisses until Alex pulls away with a soft gasp, âNow,â he whispers. âNow Michael, please.â
He makes such a pretty picture, Michael thinks, all spread out under him, chest heaving, flushed from his cheeks down to his chestâand fuck if Michaelâs not the luckiest guy right now, but he files that thought away for later, something to think about when theyâre not in the middle of thisâand instead he focuses on the low whine Alex makes when he pulls his fingers out, how he opens his mouth to protest but stops when he notices Michael grabbing the lube again to slick himself up.
Alexâs eyes are dark as he watches Michael settle properly between his legs, one hand around the base of his dick, the other spreading Alex open, thumb pressed against his rim, âDo it,â he breathes, begging Michael. âFuck me, GuerinâMichael, I need you.â
The rushing in his ears quietens the second he pushes into Alex, a crescendo of silence blanketing the roomâthe fizzle of electricity and fuck, something about this moment, about being inside Alex Manes when their feelings are out in the open causes his powers to fizzle, bottles and miscellaneous objects rattling and levitating and Michael should be worried but heâs not because heâs been waiting for this fucking moment for ten years.
Alex is holding into him, arms wrapped haphazardly around his shoulders as he clings to him, murmuring his name over and over as Michael presses in deep, holds there for a moment just feeling.
âMove, move, move, move,â Alex is begging him and Michael hurries to comply, using his good hand to hitch Alexâs thigh up, holding him open as he starts moving, a slow and slick glide that has Alex arching and crying out, scrambling for purchase against Michaelâs skin.
Time melts around them and Michael isnât sure how long heâs just there, fucking Alex slow and careful, making love to him as Alex whispers his name like some sort of sacrilegious prayerâlike heâs deserving of worship.
Alex reaches between them, fingers wrapping around his own dick while Michael continues to fuck him, deep and slow, just the way he likes it, until heâs gasping, Michaelâs name falling brokenly from his lips as he comes again, shaking through it when Michael keeps fucking him (also how he likes it).
âYouâre so beautiful,â Michael whispers, burying his face into Alexâs neck, breathing him in as his thrusts get rougher, sharper, Alexâs nails digging into his back, urging him closer and closer to the edge.
One of Alexâs hands finds his hair, tangles with his curls and pulls and Michael lets out a broken sound as if heâs a puppet whose strings have been cutâand suddenly, heâs coming with a quiet shout into Alexâs skin.
Neither of them speaks for a while and Michael doesnât move until he hears the quiet clatter of various objects hitting their respective surfaces; and though Alex doesnât say anything, he sees a contemplative look in his eye when he finally manages to look up.
âWeâre going to talk about that,â Alex finally manages to say, and Michaelâs almost relieved to hear that he doesnât sound distressed, just relaxed, sleepy, and he tells himself not to get too worked up about itâ
âHello, Iâve got bagels!â
Michael groans quietly, dropping his head back into Alexâs neck, âIsobel,â he mumbles, almost whining and for a moment, Alex freezes, before he relaxes. âWhy donât you go see what she wants,â he offers gently, running his fingers through Michaelâs hair.
He makes a sort of wounded noise, but goes to untangle himself from Alex anyway, âWhat about you?â
Alex licks his lips, glances out the small window by the bed and then back at Michael, âBring me a bagel back?â he asks, hopeful.
âReally?â Michael asks, surprised. âYouâll be here?â
Alex pulls Michael down for another kiss, smiling against his mouth, âEven if I had full use of both my legs, I donât think Iâm gonna be able to move for a while.â He mumbles. âNow go see your sister and then come back to me, yeah?â
Michael makes a sound, something happy, a smile lighting up his face. âOf course,â he says, pressing several kisses to his face before he gets off the bed to pull his jeans on, Alex shamelessly watching him.
âLike what you see?â
Alex just hums, choosing not to answer, pulling the sheets up over him and settling back comfortably in the bed, waving as Michael leaves the trailer and he dozes to the sound of Isobel and Michaelâs voices getting further away from the trailerâand well, he should probably be worried or at least curious, but for now, heâs content to lay back and just bask in the afterglow.
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clean slate (12/?)
Pairing: (eventual) addcest [LPDE] & elsain [LKATh]
WC this chapter: 3050
Rating: T+
TWs: (past) abuse
AU: modern/single parent Lusa (with his tiny son Arc) + runaway Esper
Notes: comfrot comfort comfort comfort cofmort!!!
ao3 mirror
Sunlight streams into the room through the window, rays falling at the perfect angle to be visible, if there was someone to look at it. Birds chirp their usual morning songs, carrying them along from tree to tree.
Esper stirs, yawning as he resurfaces from his slumber. His eyes crack open the barest amount and he watches the patches of light dancing along the wall after shining through the tree crowns outside. His eyes fall closed soon after, though, as he snuggles closer to his blanket. Itâs so warmâŠ
He isnât sure how long heâd been asleep, but it was probably too little or too much, because he feels groggy and still sleepy. Thatâs why it takes so long for him to place himself; to realize he is absolute not snuggling up to the usual purple comforter, but to Lusa instead. His immediate confusion is replaced by understanding upon but a minute of thinking. The events of yesterday come back to him all at once, like a tidal wave that makes him want to curl up and disappear.
Seeing his father again had been⊠And to think heâd come to try and take him back! The taste of bile tickles at the back of his throat when he imagines  all that couldâve happened. What if Lusa hadnât been at home; what if it had just been him? Would his father have pulled out his favorite gun? What if Arc had been alone instead? Knowing how much father hates children, Esper doesnât even want to entertain that particular scenario.
And what now â now that father knows where he is? Are they ever going to be safe again? It is all too easy to hire people to do as father would like, such as maid chefs, chauffeurs, or kidnappersâŠ
Why would he want Esper back, though? Heâd always lamented his uselessness and never let up an opportunity to remind him of it. Everything was always his fault, from an undusted shelf to fatherâs decline of stocks. No matter how hard heâd try or how much heâd do, it had never been enough.
So shouldnât he be happy to have Esper out of his hair? He should be enjoying it, so why was he here, months and months later?
Esper doesnât know. He just doesnât know.
Almost unconsciously, he nuzzles himself into the crook of Lusaâs neck. Lusaâs still sound asleep, breathing even and almost inaudible. In the silence only broken by the birds outside, Esperâs mind wanders again.
Even with everything bad going on, he feels comfortable at the moment. Lusa is warm and letting him cuddle this close. Maybe (and probably) heâll change his mind and kick Esper out as soon as he wakes up and finds that heâs still here. That had been why heâd probably offered this arrangement in the first place, to make sure Esper wouldnât make another attempt at an escapade.
And maybe that's why Esper wants to take advantage of the moment, a little selfishly. Lusa has an arm slung over his stomach, as if heâd held Esper close during the night. Esper takes a moment to imagine what it would be like to feel this every morning, to wake up in someoneâs (Lusaâs) arms, held close and safe.
He regrets it almost immediately. He canât have that, heâll never have that. This was a one night thing and â oh god, that sounded weird even in his own head! Heâll be lucky if Lusa isn't angry at him. He had made both him and Arme and Knight worry last night, after all.
They might all come to hate him. Lusa had begged him to come back, but even so, he will surely realize letting Esper stay here isnât wise. Thought that frightens him, he canât say he would be surprised in the slightest. Heâd even be a little grab, maybe. Just maybe.
The last thing he wants is for Lusa or, god forbid, Arc to get hurt like he had been. They donât deserve that.
Lusa stirs in his sleep, pulling Esper out of his mental spiral like a cold shower. He tenses up, preparing himself for Lusaâs anger, but the other man just squeezes him like a giant plushie and burrows his head further into the pillow. A breath that he didnât even know heâd been holding escapes Esper.
He watches Lusaâs face, so peaceful when heâs asleep. Heâs drawn to the almost invisible smattering of freckles across Lusaâs cheeks and nose, so light and subtle he hadnât noticed them until this very moment. Then again, heâd never been this close to Lusaâs face before. He feels a sudden urge to touch them, but he refrains, fearful of waking him up. Heâs already pushing his luck the longer he stays so close.
Esper gets a little lost in Lusaâs soft breathing that he almost misses the other actually waking.
Lusaâs eyes flutter open and gaze at him, captivating him with a single look. Theyâre so pink, catching every single ray of sunlight and reflecting it back ten folds. Esper doesnât even breathe.
Lusaâs lips stretch into a lazy smile, a soft expression that is so usual for him but so different coupled with the wild bedhead heâs sporting right now. His voice is equally soft, and equally unusual. Esperâs used to Lusa sounding a little gruff in the morning, but it has nothing on what he sounds like now.
âGâmorning, Es.â
Esper can do nothing but stare in silence and Lusa laughs, squeezing him again, but this time obviously on purpose. It makes Espers cheeks and chest alike bloom with warmth. Honestly, he wouldnât be opposed to staying like this all day.
Lusaâs eyes soften and he reaches up to brush Esperâs hair out of his face. âAre you feeling better?â
Esper doesnât have a definitive answer to such a question and heâd feel bad telling the complete truth. He still feels bad, and he probably wonât just stop anytime soon. âI donât know,â he says finally.
Lusaâs demeanor doesnât change at all even when he says that. âHow about some breakfast? That might help you decide,â he offers, sitting up with a groan and stretching his arms above his head.His joints pop with a satisfying crackle. âPlus itâs time to wake Arc, anyhow.â
Esper nods, but doesnât move yet, not even as Lusa stands and does a few stretches. He makes it look effortless, but Esper cringes inwardly at the thought of even attempting all of that. Which brings his attention to the fact that heâs still wearing yesterdayâs clothes, and theyâre very, very sticky now. They need a wash and he needs a shower, stat.
âIâll wake up Arc. How do you want your eggs? Iâll get âem started.â
âSunny side up, please,â Esper says as he drags himself out of the bed, finally. Lusa disappears downstairs and Esper is left alone, staring at the conjoined bathroomâs door. He canât find the energy to stand and go to the shower, but he knows he has to. His clothes stink of yesterdayâs sweat and misery and his face must be a mess after all the crying heâd done; again.
Eventually he does kick himself into getting up and into the shower. The hot, borderline scalding water feels heavenly on his skin. Heâs glad heâs decided to shower as soon as he steps foot into the shower.
He does feel a little better when he gets out, smelling of Lusaâs shampoo and body wash and strategically stealing one of his shirts from the drier pile because heâd forgotten to bring his own spare to change into. And heâs sure as hell not going out into the hall naked, thank you very much. He even looks forward to the promised breakfast; Lusa had been right, maybe some normalcy will calm him.
The house is filled with Arcâs excited chattering when Esper goes down the stairs, a towel slung over his neck and hair all over the place as it dries. Arc is sitting at the table with his new blow pens, vigorously blowing red color onto a picture in front of himself. On a closer look, Esper sees itâs a picture of Knight, and the blow pen had completely ruined half the paper with ink, but Arc looks so proud of himself, red in the face from all the blowing, gasping for breath.
âEs! Morning!â he greets, holding the paper up for Esper to see better. âLook! Look!!â
âIts very pretty, Arc. When it dries, why donât you find it a place on the fridge museum of art?â
Lusa laughs from where heâs flipping shrips of bacon on a pan, glancing over at the two of them. âYou should draw Arme too, so this Knight isnât lonely,â he suggest â and he doesnât even have to look to know Arcâs face lit up like a neon sign at midnight, or how facst he dug for another piece of paper to do just that.
Esper sits next to him and watches as Lusa cooks for all of them. He never sends a mean look his way or even looks annoyed at having to do it himself. He een starts humming a song somewhere along the line as he plates the bacon to the already made eggs.
He presents the plates like a waiter at an expensive restaurant, complete with a curtsy and a âbon appetite!â Esper rewards him with a chuckle âitâs more than obvious that Lusa is pleased with it and with himself.
Arc digs into the meal after squirting way too much ketchup onto the edge of the plate and knocking no less than five markers off the table. It feels like a normal morning when his father starts berating him even while picking up the markers instead of his son.
Esper kind of wishes they could all just pretend yesterday didnât happen.
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They canât â of course not.
Truthfully, Esper likes the fact that Lusa actually talks to him about things, but right now he isnât ready to face the fact that he had hurt Lusa, or the fact that Asker couldâve hurt so much more than just any of their feelings. But Lusa is hellbent on having the conversation, and calls Esper over to the living room when Arc runs off to draw more, already looking up pictures on his tablet to copy.
Lusa pats a spot next to himself on the couch. Esper reluctantly takes it.
âWell?â Lusa starts, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels. He lands on the cartoon channel and it provides some much needed background noise. âDo you feel a lil better after eating? Itâs okay if not, you know.â
Half of Esper wants to say no because heâs still stressed and scared, but the other half has to admit he does feel better than he did before the whole getting-out-of-bed thing. He lands on a simple, âYeah.â
Lusa nods, looking at him from the side instead of straight on. Esper isnât sure if itâs intentional, but it makes him less skittish, knowing he isnât being watched the whole time.
âSo⊠about yesterday, I wannaââ
âIâm sorry,â Esper jumps in, his fingers feeling like theyâd pop right off if he stopped interlocking them. âIâm sorry⊠about scaring you andâ and running off with Arc. I didnât want him to get hurt and I wasn't thinking. Iâm sorry.â
âNo, no, câmon, listen to me for a sec, âkay? Itâs actually me who wants to apologize,â Lusa wraps an arm over Esperâs shoulders and pulls him a little closer, but itâs such a Lusa-esque move â soft and more nudging than anything, and Esper is sure if he shied away at all, Lusa would just let go and not even comment on it. But Esper falls onto his shoulders without any resistance whatsoever, nestling himself and happy to know heâs still accepted there.
âYou didnât do anything,â Esper tells him, looking down at where heâd started picking at the sleeves of his borrowed shirt. Yet another thing Lusa hasn't commented on. Thank god.
âNo, I did. I shouldâve suspected something was up as soon as he said heâs here because of you!â Lusa looks down as well, watching Esperâs fingers tugging at the black lem of the sleeve. âIf Iâd known it was your father soonerâ I should have known. I shouldnâtâve let him in.â
âYou couldnât have known.â
âYouâre family, youâre got⊠similar hair andââ
âYou also have similar hair to me! Please donât blame yourself, Lusa. Iâm just glad no one got hurt this time.â
âExcept him.â
Lusa still sounds so proud of himself when saying it that Esper is reminded of what actually happened. Or what Lusa had claimed happened.
âYou reallyââ He swallows heavily, fighting with the lump in his throat. He remembers what had happened when he had hurt Asker in defense, those few failed attempts at escaping. He never liked stones all that much afterwards. âYou really punched him, huh?â
âBroke his nose, Es. I really donât think heâll show his face here again.â
Lusaâs managing to stay calm, even proud, but he doesnât know Asker. Not like Esper does. The dread in his stomach and pumping through his veins is his and his alone.
âHe will,â he says softly, because Lusa doesnât understand, doesnât know how possessive Asker is of his things, no matter how bad or broken they are. He will come back and he will hurt Lusa like heâd hurt Grace when she had crossed him.
The smell of smoke will forever plague Esperâs nightmares.
âIâm scared heâll hurt you. Heâs rich and he doesnât know how to stop. He never has.â
âIâm not made of glass, Esper. Itâs not like I canât protect you,â is Lusaâs answer, also so very Lusa-esque. Itâs so expected that Esper actually snorts.
âHe killed someone, you know.â Lusaâs arm tightens around Esperâs shoulder for a split second before it eases up again. âItâs not worth it to cross him.â
Lusa is silent for a while, staring through the awfully-animated cartoon on the TV rather than actually watching it. âYouâre worth it,â he mutters finally.
Esper feels like crying again when the words and their meaning hit him at last, but for once he keeps it inside.
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Knight calls him in the evening as heâs making dinner, hellbent on not letting Lusa and Arc eat grossly greasy potato smilies again. He stirs the fry and holds the phone up to his ear.
âHello, Knight?â
âEsper! I just wanted to check if everythingâs okay.â
Knight sounds worried, and from the quick explanation, Esper already knows. Arme hasn't called Lusa all day, otherwise Knight wouldnât be worried like this.
âIâm sorry for worrying you.â
It feels like all he does is apologize, but what else is new when all he does is screw up? Heâd done that all his life, but now he has people that get worried instead of angry and though Lusa is doing his best to explain, he still canât quite comprehend it, or deal with it.
Apologizing for worrying someone else is immensely different to apologizing just to keep punishment and wrath to a minimum. It feels completely different and makes him feel so exhausted with himself.
âNo, itâs okay,â Knight tells him theyâre all there to tell him itâs okay until it feels okay again. Until his brain believes them. He hasnât known that luxury before meeting them. âHow are you feeling? What are you doing, anywayâ Iâm not interrupting, am I?â
Esper shakes his head, catches himself and says, âNot at all, Iâm just making dinner. Iâm better now. Um⊠Lusa and Arc have been⊠way too nice, honestly. If I could ask you, could you thank Arme for me once more?â
Knightâs laugh echoes in Esperâs ears. He takes the pan off the heat and checks the rice, deeming it done as well. The quiet hum of the fire and bubbling juices slowly comes to a halt, leaving him alone in the âvery good smellingâ kitchen.
âIâll tell him. Itâs good to hear youâre okay. Iâdâve missed you a lot if you left, but the others would have as well. Andâ you know, if your father ever shows up again, youâre not dealing with him alone.â
Esper wants to interject â really wants to, but Knight seems to have thought this little speech over and he doesnât even have anything constructive to add, so what is the point?
âYeah, uhâ you still there?â
âYeah,â Esper mutters, still taken aback by Knightâs unprompted show of affection. God, they all really like him, huh? Like, genuinely, really like him, and not just because of what he does all the time. He doesnât know why itâs hitting him so hard right now, but he knows heâd just jump off a bridge if Asker were to touch even one hair on anyoneâs heads.
âSorry, just⊠thinking.â an understatement, heâs most definitely overthinking everything right now.
âNo worries! I just kinda realized how embarrassing that sounded, so, well. I just didnât want you to laugh at me,â Knight says, and then laughs himself.
âIâd never laugh at you,â Esper reassures him, but then his lips curl up and he adds, âNot unless one of your kids dragged you again.â
âHey! It ainât my fault they take after Arme!â
Esper laughs then, feeling giddy. He can read his friends and know when teasing will be taken for the joke it is, no repercussions.
âKeep telling yourself that, one day you might even believe it. Itâs definitely not because youâre such an easy target, nuh-uh.â
âIâm mailing you a fucking glitter bomb as we speak, you fucker.â
âDonât forget to include a return address so I can repack it and send it back with a new label.â
Knight groans on the other side of the call and Esper knows heâs won this little back and forth. He calls Lusa and Arc to eat the dinner and lets Knight know exactly what heâd made just to hear him whining over being hungry.
Itâs entirely too easy to feel like nothing had ever happened, surprisingly. Heâs not sure how long it will last, but he allows himself to hope for a long time.
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Once upon a time
the world was set on fire.
âRosa, get away from there, they could see you,â a voice urges in a whisper as hasty hands shove the bare minimum into a burlap sack.
A child no more than ten cries quietly and holds the hand of her mother. An older sister steps back from a boarded window. A father counts coins and finds them to be too few.
âThe ring,â he says. His wife doesnât hesitate to hand over the gold band that had united them in marriage years ago. Itâs added to the small fortune, which is no fortune at all. Simply all this family owns in this world.
A handful of coins, a ring, each other.
A mouse.
A mouse that blinks his big brown eyes, still watching the world beyond the spaces between the planks, the foggy town before dawn, sitting at the windowsill.
The mother wraps herself and her daughters in headscarves. She gives the room a final glance. âItâs time. Rosa, get Nutmeg. We have to go.â
The older sister offers her cupped palm to the harvest mouse and brings him to her chest, where he scuttles amid folds of clothing to hide between her shirt and her shoulder.
They exit by the back and into a narrow alleyway. The father peeks past, glancing left and right, before raising a hand and indicating for his family to follow.
They walk between the shadows, feet carefully landing. Watch your step. Make not one sound. Breathe not too loud.
They surround the house and pause a moment before the main street. Not too many people are traveling it. Thatâs a problem. It makes them easier to be spotted.
The father turns. âIâll take Espe, weâll go ahead by the church square and pay the boatswain; you and Rosa take the dirt road. Weâll meet at the docks.â
The mother nods and he kisses her on the lips. Hastily and strong and too short for a kiss that could be a last. In a second he takes the younger sisterâs hand and they are gone, disappearing into the fog, the echoes of their feet barely there a moment more before they too stop existing.
The mother and the girl, barely grown into her teenage bones, donât exchange another word. They wouldnât know what to say anyway.
Instead they wait for a few more minutes and then with stiff postures, lowered foreheads, and hanging bags they also venture into the open.
The girl glances back, her scarf barely allowing her one last glimpse of the house.
Itâs an image she wishes not to forget. The stone walls, the twin boarded windows, the blood red mark painted by an unknown hand on the entrance. She wishes also to remember the stark white public note nailed to the wooden door.
By righteous decree
of his holiness Archbishop Inquisitor de Ăvila
let it be known the heretic fugitives
known for operating this establishment,
their progeny, and all who would dare to aid them
have been sentenced by his majesty
Her mother tugs her hand with more urgency and the daughter reminds herself to keep on walking.
Keep on walking, donât look back.
The mouse presses tightly to her skin as a gentle weight, as a reminder in the cold air before dawn that there are things still warm.
The daughter forces herself to not think of the stake and its fires.
They walk the streets avoiding the eyes of everyone they see. Their steps are fast but not enough to be suspicious.
Sharp corners and detours. Stop every now and then to make sure youâre not being followed. Eyes on the cobblestones, donât step on the puddles, keep on walking.
Near the marketplace they spot the royal guard.
The daughter tries to pull back and take a different route, but the mother pushes forward. Itâs too late now so they walk. They walk and the mother has a smile on her lips, her posture is casual, but the daughter can hear her own blood rushing, her own shallow breaths, her own trembling bones.
The guards have steps like hailstone and the daughter thinks all of their faces look alike. The mouse shivers by her neck as she spots the glint of their swords. Like fangs, she thinks.
Her motherâs hand is tight around her own, and it reminds her she too is drowning, asphyxia enough to make her keep on going, keep on walking, because past the forms of steel and red thereâs freedom, thereâs air, thereâs a boat.
The daughter makes herself as strong as their armors.
Their figures bypass the guards coyly and not a sound is uttered, held breath is not released until much later down the dirt road.
The daughter barely allows herself to press her hand tightly to her trembling mouth for just one second. Just one second. To not let herself cry.
Still she tastes her own tears in her tongue as she sniffs a single, silent time.
Seagulls flying overhead make both females lift their eyes for just a moment. The docks. The docks are near.
The path bends in an ample curve and widens. It descends following the hillside, smaller perpendicular roads lined with houses by each side, and by its end it meets the sea, where the fishermen are already unloading their burdens.
They can make out the silhouettes of the ships in the morning fog and hear the wind and the creaking wood and the waves, the waves kissing the shore. Itâll dawn soon.
Their mute steps become more hurried, the muddy road a tad more slippery. The mouse hidden against the crook of her shoulder sways his tail, tickling her neck. Soon the nightmare will be no more. This is the last time theyâll ever walk this road. This is the last time theyâll be afraid.
The daughter is yanked back by a steel clad hand.
Someone hollers, maybe her. In a fraction of a moment two men are looming over them, glinting steel in the morning light, death in red and silver.
The daughter knows they have been recognized, knows this by the way the guardâs eyes narrow in confirmation as he holds her wrist in a bone crushing grip, pulling her into him as he draws his sword, the other man going for the mother.
A faint shriek.
The daughter watches in horror as her mouse leaps from her neckline and into the guardâs face.
The man lurches back with a cry and the mouse bites and scratches at his eyes, willing this enemy dead, trying with the totality of his small soul to save the girl, just this once.
The guard seizes the mouse and tightens his fist.
The girl hears his small bones snap, hears his breath leave his body, feels his heart stop beating.
His name drops from her mouth in a scream, as if they had just torn one of her own limbs.
His tiny form falls limp to the ground and she has no time to even look.
She thinks, Iâm sorry.
Her motherâs voice roars at her back and orange flares like dawn break. The daughter turns as fire gushes from the womanâs hands, making the second guard retreat a step, sword in hand.
Someone yells, âWitch!â
Her motherâs voice is stronger.
âRUN!â
She doubts for a moment too long. The woman grabs her by the forearm and yanks her behind her, into the dirt road, placing herself between the men and the girl.
âROSARIO I TOLD YOU TO RUN!â
And she doesnât know why but she obeys. She takes a step back, eyes wide and terrified, and then whirls, sprinting down the hill, with shouting at her back, fire bellowing, her legs going faster, tripping, muddy knees and hands, keep running. Keep running down the hill. Rosa when your parents talk you listen. When your parents talk donât hesitate. If you see the guards look down. If youâre cornered stab yourself in the throat with the knife you always carry, donât let them catch you. If they catch you donât talk. If they burn you take deep breaths, in and out, in and out, breathe the smoke so you fall asleep, so the fire canât hurt you.
Weâre fire witches, we choose how we burn.
She runs, her steps splashing in the mud, downhill, towards the sea. She stops hearing the guards and her mother.
She thinks, Remember to breathe in and out, in and out.
She thinks, Iâm sorry.
She reaches the dock and she hasnât made a sound. Her temples drum to the rhythm of her heartbeat, just run, just run, just run.
She sees the galiot and her stomach sinks as she realizes what she has done. Her steps slow to a stop and she resolves she must return when two hands grasp her shoulders.
She shrieks as sheâs turned forcefully. Eyes meet her fatherâs face, pale with dread.
âRosa, whereâs your mother!?â
The shame that burns her tongue is so powerful for a second she canât answer. She just stares at him without finding the way to say what she has done.
I left her behind, the guards got her, sheâs probably dead.
Sheâs probably dead.
The father shakes her out of her stupor. âWHEREâS YOUR MOTHER!?â
She stammers an answer, barely two words as her finger points up the hill, face pale, eyes wide in horror.
Itâs then that she notices her sister, old enough to understand death but not enough to expect it. She sees her as she begins to shake.
The father presses a hand to his mouth and a cry dies in the back of his throat.
The daughters realize only too late that heâs dragging them both towards the boarding dock.
âD-dad! We have to, we have to help mom!â
âThereâs no time. Boatâs about to set sail,â his voice is low and firm. He pulls the bags form his shoulders, gives them to the elder daughter. âDonât tell anyone your names. Theyâll take you as far as Nissa. Keep going west. There are news of refugees settling in Genua and Vesuvia. Thereâs fruit, cheese, bread, some wine; trade-â he forcefully grabs the younger oneâs face to make her direct her horrified eyes to him instead of the dirt road. âTrade the jerez for money. Your motherâs silk gloves could be worth something. Be smart.â
âD-dad,â the younger girl stammers.
He holds the base of her skull and kisses her hard on the forehead, his brow knit tight. âListen to your sister. Be good.â
â⊠Youâre not coming,â whispers the older girl, her voice strangled, as if she couldnât believe the filthy lie she has just uttered.
The father doesnât lie. âWe could only afford two spots-â
âWhatâŠ?â The little one whispers.
âNoâŠâ
âTheyâll hang the crew if they find out theyâve been smuggling evacuees out of the city. Lay low, stick together-â
âNo⊠No, dad! NO!â The younger sister breaks into frantic sobbing.
The eldest tries to reason with him. âDad, no. Please, donât- Thereâs gotta be something-â
âRosario!â He grabs her wrist hard enough to bruise. He leans down to her eye level.
The girl blinks away tears, mouth open and chest empty. Her vision tunnels into her fatherâs face.
As a distant echo she hears her sister screaming unintelligible pleas.
But she knows this is the last time sheâll ever see him and she wants to remember him.
âListen to me! Itâs done! I need you to be strong. Take care of your sister. Weâve done everything we can, itâs up to you now. We canât keep you safe anymore. Do you understand what Iâm saying?â A firm shake. âDo you?â A hesitant nod. He pulls them both tightly against him in a powerful hug. The younger sister screams in agony, claws at his arms, begs and implores, knees going week, but her dad catches her.
Neither of the daughters has ever seen their father cry.
Today they donât either. They just hear him.
âYour mother and I love you and weâre so very proud of you. Weâre sorry we couldnât do more. Weâre sorry⊠about everything. Please take care of each other.â He stands up abruptly then and pushes them towards the ship where an impatient man hollers and curses, watching the road like a scared dog, searching the fog for any hint of steel and red.
âGo now, go!â
He shoves them up the ramp and the elder daughter hears the world as if she were underwater.
This is not happening.
This canât be happening.
But thereâs her father, on his knees, holding her sisterâs shoulders and trying to make her understand, tearing her from the hug sheâs thrown around his neck, walking back to the dock. And then there she is, doing as he commands, restraining the little one tightly, crooks of elbows holding armpits, pulling her backwards and onto the boat because thatâs what she must do now. Thatâs what she lives for now. Because thatâs what her dad asked her to do.
So her sister kicks and shrieks until her voice becomes a hoarse wheeze, twists and tries to pull herself away but the older one doesnât let go of her. Even as the little girl bites and claws, even as she threatens with throwing herself into the sea. She doesnât let go of her.
Even as the sailors let go of the ropes, even as the ship rocks and sways away from the docks, even as the shoreline becomes more and more distant, even as the guards finally reach her father, even as she sees him fall on his hands and knees.
She doesnât let go of her.
⊠She still doesnât let goâŠ
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in thick dirt.
Jan 13, 2018
last night dirty spying eyes pestered me a lot. I saw lots of sexual scenarios, esp my familiar individuals around me, like dorm canteen operative woman, a staff of the canteen to whom my laundry outsourced. Its normal dusk when I went to canteen. When I felt good I asked some wine from the operative woman & handed over ïż„5 as reward. I just want to be joyful & sharing my gratitude. Then sexual emotion likely aroused in the dorm canteen, esp in the 2 women. After dinner I went to joy as usual. On the road I saw lots of sexual scenes mindfully I once experienced when in doomed love which broke me up back to 2001 when I left Qiqihar to Nankai Univ, Tianjin, seeking my master degree. I know mostly women there love me, and I sometimes inspired by them. But I dislike unreal sex esp out of my loved one. I always pray for my peaceful soul partner, not indecent ones. That heaps of unblessed illusions reminded me this week an elder man I didn't know approached me in my dusk jog twice. He likely the husband of an elder woman who frequented me in my jog and some cases when I on way to visit my son 3 bus stop away. Every time she rode a bike. I at once thought in her elder what business can she have for such a busy route. Especially a time on my way to visit my son, she rested aside street and acquainted me. I just wonder how she made a living wilder around the street. I quit curiosity at once, as none of my business in that moment of probing mind. Now I'm almost sure that the insane elder woman in her show cheating me out her stalking me. Each time she talked to me, her husband, the old gay would appeared in my jog and trying talk to me, but I just reckoned him among QRRS workers once known me for I worked once in their factories soon after I employed, and never lingered more in my mind as unpleasant nod. Now I know the man's real ID. In this week after the insane woman acquaintance on her evasive riding away in my jog, the man stealthily pushed his way aside me arbitrarily, each time in dark area of my route. First time he claimed he noticed me watching my watch, which I never did. I mistaken him as passenger ask for time, so I search my pants pocket for watch to help me, the coward at once exiled, likely thought weapons in my pocket. After 2 days disappeared, he approached me again in front of QRRS square, claimed he noticed my usual route against normal people's there exercise, trying selling his research of me, or proof of his stalking. I just noticed aside a car turning around and the gay shamed then scattered again. I never looked him nor look back. The dirty illusive scenes all likely exerted by the sinful couples, they abused my well behavior. From my poor mother's grass root, I always resolved for poor diligent women, but didn't know the difference between normal elder woman's life, and those of out of shape. Last night I struggled to escape the fallen & dishonored, till I research my chromebook's replacement, new chromebook with android apps. I found amazon China selling this kind of products usually blocked within PRC. In the night I dreamt a lot purchasing the 2 notebooks for my son & my own notebook evolvement. I dreamt fought in sea with 2 battleship with same name derived from new chromebook I found at the e-commercial website. I saw fighting area on their functional dissected deck. When my son & I almost purchased the notebook, I woke up for the emptiness of wanting. God, dad, grant us sooner to have new set of chromebook for our workspace. Bring me sooner my Royal China, esp Asoh Yukiko, my Crown Queen from Japan. Grant us sanctum of love & privacy. Put self-esteem among people I concerned. In the lunar new year eve, grant us securer ownership over our adorable domains, ie renewal.
Jan 4, 2018
dreamt of Elon Musk, or Chinese version of Musk. he interviewed us from job applicant. then we take care of his family: his wife and his only son. an older staff also attending his family. his house in a lofty mountainous architecture, we have to clime in risk to reach it. when we returned to his house, the old staff throw Musk's boy onto a floating cushion, for no other shortcut to transport the kid bare hand in the harsh environment. even dangerous but the boy safely landed onto his house. Musk also challenged us with his famous product design.
last night a bit relentless. after dinner in canteen, I first time felt hungry & dorm gate snack vendor out of service. so I bought myself a bread and ate it deliciously after dusk jog & watching TV in my dorm. then I reviewed recent talk to my 2nd elder sister. how she hated me & faked orthodox. I told her about world food crisis report online, she at once responded if I take pills recently. last time decade ago she forced me into asylum with plot with my other siblings, ignored dedicated cares healing. she is a coward, not only she married with a beast and suffered regret all life, also she currently trying push our niece into marriage with her nephew who likely a poor gay. she found her family doomed then tried her best to help attending my kid brother's first son, who turned out much less educated, and left her second son, also a cheap soul, followed my kid brother and successfully earning a life in southern China as my kid brother, and seized himself a tall girl as trophy wife from peasants labor flood there. she consumed my old family so many credit & merit to save her cheap family she once hopelessly sold herself into when she getting old & dependent to my eldest sister who committed suicide in her 30' partially caused by the kid sister who stayed awkwardly in my eldest sister's house after her senior middle school my parents hardly supported. she totally a betrayer & cowardice. then I reviewed all my brilliance lightened so many people in my living sphere, esp my home town villagers, my siblings, our relatives. my powerful influence was a gift of my era, my national atmosphere in which we believe in growth, scientific, and moral uprising under God's shine, ie. Christian, out of people's self-esteem. I saw society mindset and its efforts in molding reality for generations, and my development as the chosen. I review my failing siblings and praying forgiveness, exactly for their painful giving: hurt in guise. I reviewing love of my 3rd elder sister since childhood put me in peace so many decades. our road towards independence past and ahead.
God dad, yesterday I almost first time felt panic of hunger. grant me anxious free upon food security. fed me with clean food & safe life. bring me sooner my Royal China and new family in which I likely bring one more child. God dad, bring me my Crown Queen, Asoh Yukiko from Japan, when it matters us. dad, grant us a peaceful and merry lunar new year.
Jan 1, 2018
first dreamt in school. the subject of experiment is to distill starch from stem, for final bean curd or jelly separated from paper tissue. then found I was studying my Doctor degree course. my old family members mostly proud of me. I likely in vacation and visiting my old family's relatives at hometown, Zhudajiu village or local municipal, Wuxue. then found my purse missing. I was very concerned. then my 2 elder sisters help me search in fields for it. we exam carefully every inch of earth, hoping find it back. I was so distressed that I woke up for it and found at once I didn't miss it, but now I can't figure out how my property safe in reality while when I just exit from dream, I know dreamy concern dissolved.
This is first day of 2018. after 3 hours I will bring my son to dine out in Qiqihar downtown via groupon and aid financially by alipay credit. the holiday approached so quietly that I didn't prepare. I barely borrow ïż„150 for usual weekend reuniting my son from QRRS Dorm canteen. after found my mistake, I search web carefully using the virtual credit to buy service online to make ends meet. in half day I setup alipay, Meituan on my raspberry pi and ordered 3 meals in cyberspace. yesterday we dined dico's franchise. on bus I prayed God allowing our coupon working and our holiday won't run short of cash. when we got there, there were not crowd. our groupon handled perfectly. we enjoy the meal so much. in fact, my deficit of meat healed quickly. I told my son Warren Buffett advises that youth should refrain from debt, and how Taiwan people inspire me, including dico's service. I urged him we are blessed to visit the franchise more frequent for it's just in its wane due to PRC economic hard problem, and eroded customer base among both richer Chinese and average Chinese family, for expenditure power just wears away in sinking PRC. I felt lucky to be served by the fast food chain in time when it's still graceful, and sale girls still so decent. I also told my son how I satisfied by my charity activity to offer a laid-off motorcycle worker begging for his hard life alongside street, on way my visiting my son, with ïż„5: how its cost efficient & my emotional sanctified. after luncheon, we hangout in RT-Mart for my shampoo & toothpaste. my son definitely refused buying goods for him. so we only spend about 60 CNY there, among heavy carts and long queue of people at checkout. dad God, this week I will arrange installment with alipay credit. promise us smooth operation, grant us to complete paying back credit in time in coming year 2018. bring me sooner my Royal China, and my Crown Queen from Japan, Asoh Yukiko, for my lonely post mid age. grant us more offspring, esp Billing Zhu 's role in anticipated capable of billing, harmony with the Holy. God dad, in this pale morning, You ignite me with this post, let 2018 burning brighter & enlightened.
Dec 25, 2017
dreamt at my hometown village my passed mother sent me among other new enrolled undergraduates into college. my 2nd elder sister also prepared my package at home. there were near dozen of youth passed the entrance exam & enrolled. my nephew, ie. my 2nd elder brother's first son, also the lucky one. I query the richer family's kid, if he travel by airline. most kid will go to their campus via train, while I already had experience by air with my son recent years which let me proud, but I likely took train for poor economy. most of the village kids carried rice in bag. my family also prepared me rice in bag for dispatching, but I managed to persuade my relatives gave up for campus canteen does offer the food. it's touching moment for my elder brother's children never complete their senior education in reality.
This is a cloudy morning. I at first felt gloomy, for last week I refrained from my son's anticipated joy of new SWAT suit, and a new pair of boots amid our cyber shopping. but my son likely didn't feel it, at least he didn't refute the spitting coward, the grandma's scorn of coat's qualifies being heavier from put on at once the new clothes' arrival, and also his new boots didn't put on right & sluggy for he didn't leave the high ankle standing, likely his mom & grandma refused guiding him. our only meal together in a week, in the downtown hotel restaurant, also disappointing for it cheatingly remove our once ordered dish with rich meat, replaced with poor quality & quantity meat, after some relentless exchange viewpoint upon our insisted tips for the gorgeous dining hall & cuisine in months. that reminded me time to shift away now that our tips left the hotel boss at a loss. but fortunately our salon buzzed in half hour ago, the shop owner settled our missing renewal in July & admit our membership extends nearly 5 months, values ïż„200 after dispute arose last week. that affirms my faith in goodness, understandability of hearts. God, dad, even this month salary removed near ïż„400 from usual standard, I still believe year end bonus will surprise me. now new year day of 2018 just a week away, and this wonderful christmas, dad God, reinforce us with plentiness and supportive, remove vain in our materialism seasonal heart. grant me treating my son in next weekend KFC or Mcdonald's or Dico's. shelter us from needy & wanting, instead warm us by powerful & functional of our new gears, esp from US & google. thx Dad.
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