#honestly there should be way more cute dad Rhys

[taymartiart]

Day 5 was Family Man

“He’s got an aim like his mother’s.”

@officialrhysandweek

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

Unfortunate Accident - Leo x Isabella

Synopsis: Leo brings Natalia to her first football game but a small accident causes Isabella to go crazy.

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This story will have a follow on for the 11th day Kinktober prompts ❤️

“Mama!! Please!!” a five year old Natalia clung onto Isabella’s leg tightly, pleading and crying, “Please can I go with papa?” There was one thing more in life that Leo loved more than Isabella and his daughters - it was his beloved Portavira FC. It had been two and a half years since they reached the Cordonian Royal Cup and as patron there was absolutely no way he was missing this but when Natalia found out where her father was headed off to, she screamed the house down wanting to go too. “Bella...” Leo shook his head trying not to laugh at the pocket sized Princess hanging off of her mother’s leg not letting her move, “Let her go... it’ll be fine...” Isabella narrowed her eyes towards Leo unimpressed that he was not helping, “She’s too young... she shouldn’t be at a football game...” Leo had begged Isabella for ages to let him bring the girls to a football match. It look him long enough to talk Isabella around to let them get involved in a local under six soccer team. He wanted to be that kind of dad out each Sunday watching on the sidelines. “Mama...” Leo pouted, sticking out his lower lip playfully as he begged, “pwease....???” Isabella raised her hands, her palms open as she sighed heavily, “Fine... fine...” her brow began to furrow annoyed at the prospect, “You make sure you watch her like a hawk!”

This was a gift; an actual gift from heaven that Isabella had given him. Leo had no prouder moment than having his daughter dressed head to toe in blue and silver to accompany him and Liam to the Portavira FC and Valtoria Crusaders Cordonian Royal Cup final. “Baby girl!” Leo blissfully chuckled as the five year old jumped up and down with excitement before running out, “I get my suitcase...” wheeling in her already packed little Disney Princess suitcase filled with toys. Isabella stood, her arms folded as she shook her head laughing, “Someone was definitely planning ahead... Lia...” the little one turned towards her mother, “Have you packed any clothes in that suitcase?” She became extremely bashful, twisting her foot back and forth as she shook her head giggling, “hehehehe... no mama...” Isabella reached out for her daughter’s hand, “Ven mi querida... vamonos...” bringing her to get ready for her trip. Leo was elated immediately reaching into his blazer jacket, “Liam... Hey! We’ll be hitting the tarmac soon... yeah, yeah Lia is coming with... This will be epic... amazing, see you soon brother!”

“Uncle Drake!! Uncle Drake!!” Natalia opened the door of Leo’s Range Rover, running past her father into the arms of the Texan scrunching up her face as he scratched her with his stubble, “Drakkkeeeee... noooo.... Papaaa!” She giggled as Leo began to laugh, “Looks like your number one fan has arrived Walker...” watching his daughter’s face light up as Drake tickled Natalia, “This little mouse... she’s nothing. Jackson on the other hand...” Drake rolled his eyes jutting his head to the left as Jackson was attacking a tree with a wooden sword. “Baby girl... you wanna go play with Jackson?” Natalia looked across to the left watching Jackson as her eyes widened, she giggled, “Please Papa?? Can I??” Leo kissed her cheek gently before squishing her cheeks together playfully between his thumb and index finger, “How can I say no to you beautiful... go have fun...” Drake tried to carefully lower the tiny Princess to the ground but she had no patience, pulling away as soon as she could to run off to play with her friend.

Liam finally finished his meeting with the Cordonian Attorney General. He slowly walked through the gardens towards his visitors with a great big smile, “Hello brother!!” and with his arms extended Liam knelt down onto the grass he welcomed his niece, “Hello my darling!!” Sweeping up the five year old into his arms, she squealed happily, “Uncle Liam!!!” as he threw her up into the air, catching her each time. “Are you looking forward to tomorrow sweetheart??” Her hazel green eyes glistened in the Cordonian sunshine as she put her arms around Liam’s neck before whispering to him cheekily, “Sí!” Liam looked around as he winked towards Jackson, “Should we all go get some ice cream?” Jackson dropped his wooden sword excitedly running across to Liam as he chuckled, “Drake, Leo... looks like we might need to go for a little road trip to the Marina... I don’t think the kitchen has any ice cream left...” Leo began to run his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, “Well you cannot make a promise like that and not follow through brother... what do you think Jackson?” ruffling the little boisterous boy’s walnut coloured hair. Jackson nodded happily as Leo picked him up, “We can take the my car, it has two booster seats already...”

Leo looked into the mirror chuckling to himself as Liam squished in between the booster seats, his designer Armani suit was covered in dripping apple flavoured ice cream. “Welcome to the occupational hazards of parenthood Liam...” Drake shouted towards the back as he and Leo howled whilst Liam awkwardly tried to use a wet wipe to clean his jacket and the kids fingers but alas, it had been short lived until they got back to the Cordonian Palace, they allowed Jackson and Natalia to play football in the gardens as the men drank their whiskey, “Honestly Liam... kids...” Leo grinned happily, “the kids were the best thing ever happen... take Sasha and Lia, in every way identical looks wise but personality... 100 percent, two completely different people...” Alessandra was a complete girly girl like her mother, loved to be dressed up; Natalia, not so much, she’s a little tomboy... she wants to play rough, she has no fear and loved sports alongside her father. It was funny how they were so similar but so different at the same time. “It’s hard for Lia and Sasha to play together as they’re so different, that’s why Lia loves coming to Cordonia to play with Jackson...” Leo looked over at them both tackling one another for the ball chuckling, “They’re on the same level...”

The next morning, Natalia was so excited as Leo and Liam escorted her through Portavira FC’s football clubhouse, prancing around head to toe in their baby blue and silver home kit. Her hair was dutch braided with matching ribbons and her bright, glowing smile warmed the hearts of all who she waved to. The crowds cooed how cute the Laurentian Princess looked, how well mannered she was, impressed she was conversing in both Greek and English where she could, heavily accented of course. The women in the gathered crowd swooned as both Rys brothers fawned over the little girl who idolised then both - fanning themselves as they felt their ovaries twinging at the sight. Leo and Liam stood by Natalia’s side at all times, both brothers wearing dark navy suits, brown shoes and crisp white tight shirts as the cameras took photos of them with the Portavira and Valtoria players. Leo placed his hands gently onto his daughter’s shoulders as she fidgeted, leaning down to her he whispered, “big smiles beautiful... two seconds and it’ll be all over...” Once the flash went off, the little Princess looked up at her father adoringly - the photographer getting the perfect shot of her, Lia’s hazel green eyes were glistened with love and awe. “Your Majesties...” the photographer brought his camera over to show them for their approval. Leo beamed proudly as he saw the picture of his daughter captured at that very moment looking up at him, “Yes... of course... Can I ask that this is sent to my office after it’s published? We will of course reimburse you for the rights...” handing the photographer a business card. “My secretary Céline will be awaiting your call... thank you...”

Leo didn’t care what he had to do to make his daughter happy, to him this was a big a day to her as it was for him. This was her first real experience of large crowds where she could blend in, she didn’t need to be the centre of attention. “King Leo... Your Majesty...” the manager of Portavira FC and their captain Michael Castellanos ran after Leo and Liam, “As our club patron, would it be possible to ask if the Princess would like to be a mascot for us today when we are on the field?” Leo chuckled as he looked down at his darling daughter before addressing the two men in his presence, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Portavira’s star player kneeled in front of Natalia, smiling towards her, “Princess... would you like to help me win that big trophy over there?” Natalia stared as she followed the line of his finger to the glistening trophy in the case, “It would be a big help to have you out there as a lucky charm!” Natalia bashfully moved partially behind her father’s leg nodding her head against his arm quietly agreeing as she said, “Ok...” Leo smiled proudly as his daughter agreed. Scooping his daughter up into his arms, Natalia nuzzled into Leo’s shoulder whilst he patted Michael’s shoulder, “Sorry... she can be awfully shy sometimes...” Michael nodded in agreement, “It’s a lot for us on a good day, I can only imagine how it can be for a little one...”

Standing behind his niece as Leo held her securely in his strong muscular arms, Liam cooed, “It’s time to go cutie...” as he messed around, pulling on her Dutch braids playfully that cascaded down her back, getting Natalia to look around in the wrong direction before Natalia looked back at him scrunching up her tiny nose. Liam began pointing to himself in shock pulling funny faces, “You think it was me??” prompting the five year old to giggle, “You’re so silly Uncle Liam!!” As Leo began to move, Natalia held onto her father just that bit tighter as Leo and Liam walked side by side together towards the tunnel and closer to the crowd. Leo kissed his daughter’s cheek as she pointed out towards the field, completely mesmerised by her surroundings. “Where did you two disappear off to?” Leo chuckled shouting across as Drake raced towards them, his face reddened from running, “You don’t want to know...” Lia’s hazel eyes slowly narrowed as she observed the red and gold colours that Jackson wore. The Princess unimpressed stuck her tongue out towards him. “Natalia...” Liam tried his hardest not to laugh, “That’s not very nice... Leo... I think we’ve a little hooligan in our midsts...” Placing her into the ground, Leo raised his brow sternly whilst she pouted, “Say sorry... or I’ll take you home...” Natalia stood, her eyes wouldn’t meet the little boy’s in front of her as she mumbled, “I’m sorry Jackson for being rude...” She looked up at her father, Natalia’s eyes squinted in the sun as she moved little wisps of hair that framed her face away to make sure he wasn’t cross with her anymore, “That’s more like it...” Leo nodded keeping her in check.

Kneeling down, Liam spoke to the kids sweetly, “Hold hands you two and see that lady in the pink...” pointing over to the dug out, “...just walk over to her...” Jackson reached out for Natalia’s hand doing as they were told quietly walking in front of Liam and Leo, followed by the players. The crowds cooed as the little tots made their way onto the grass, smiling happily not realising how important today was. As Liam took Jackson to the left, Leo brought Natalia right both standing beside their respective team. Leo could hardly contain his pride, listening to the Orchestra begin to triumphantly play the Cordonian National Anthem as his daughter stood by his side, holding her father and Michael Castellanos’ hand. Leo smirked as he looked across at Liam with Jackson doing the same. It was something that he would never forget. Once the pomp and circumstance were over, Leo picked up Natalia, throwing her up into the air before catching her into his strong muscular arms. He couldn’t stop grinning as the five year old cuddled into him as they took their seats in the Royal Spectators box beside the players. “Well done beautiful!!” Leo cooed as the pocket sized Princess with Leo’s help climbed onto his knee, she wanted to see everything, kicking her little feet as she saw the ball being passed between the players. As the game came to it’s penultimate minute, nil-nil; it was decided there was a penalty shootout. No ifs, ands or buts, the trophy was being handed over today.

Natalia stood on the chair as she wrapped her arms around Leo tightly almost in anticipation. Her hazel green eyes sparkled with hope and complete wonder, patiently waiting until the roar came from the crowd, “Goallll!!!” Valtoria scored, but it didn’t take long for Portavira to catch up. It was the next round that would make or break them. Leo leaned slightly forward in his chair glaring out at the football field, his heart raced as Valtoria’s last opportunity went wide. Turning to his daughter, Leo grinned before winking at her, “This is it baby girl!” Nervously the whole stadium went quiet with bated breath as Michael Castellanos kicked the ball. They waited what felt like an eternity for the ball to connect with the net but as the whistle blew, Leo triumphantly rose to his feet, Natalia nestled safely in his arms, “Come on!!” she giggled, “Go... go!!” Leo gave her a massive cuddle as the little girl squealed in delight, “Papa...” she pointed excitedly towards the running crowd to the field, almost immersing herself as much as she could with the joy that surrounded her, “He scored... he scored!” nearly wriggling herself out of Leo’s arms as she was so excited, “it might be best putting you on the ground young lady...” Leo began to laugh. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she did a little happy dance, prancing around as the trophy was handed to Portavira.

The Royal’s were escorted from the Spectator box earlier than the rest of the crowd; Lia and Jackson ran ahead as they got through the tunnel giggling and laughing, “You two slow down...” Leo and Drake began to jog after them until they heard the ill fated high pitched squeal and a rattle coming from the corner. “Fuck...” the colour ran from Leo’s face as he saw the little girl lying there on the concrete floor, holding her arm as she sobbed. Jackson feeling sorry for his friend began to cry as well not knowing what was happening. With Liam running off to get a medic, Leo kneeled down, his heart in his mouth, “Lia, Where does it hurt sweetheart? Tell papa...” the tiny Princess bit down onto her lip pointing to her wrist. He took a deep breath noticing the small bit of swelling. Liam pulled Leo back slightly as the two medics checked Natalia over, “I’d get her over to the general to get an x-ray done... just to be on the safe side... that swelling is happening too quickly to be a sprain...”

Leo didn’t hesitate, without speaking he threw Liam the keys to his Range Rover, “Get the car and call ahead...” before scooping his daughter carefully into his arms, carrying her through the clubhouse and into the waiting car before any of the paparazzi could intervene or follow them. He was surprised as she quietly sobbed, no dramatics, nothing other than pouting as Leo tried his best to distract her from the pain from the bumpy roads as Liam rallied the 4x4 through the Portavira countryside back to the Capitol. Liam hadn’t wasted time, calling Bastien and the Kings Guard to ensure their privacy as they lined the entrance to the hospital gates. Shimmying himself out of the car as delicately and gracefully as he could, Leo sprinted throw the doors of the hospital towards the open elevator, frantically pressing the button for paediatrics. The perks of being Royalty, Natalia had no time to wait as the mobile x-ray machine was wheeled into her Private room she winced as the radiographer moved her arm, squealing in pain as she tried to pull it back, “Papa noooooo!!!” as Leo had to hold her tight, his heart breaking into a million pieces.” Shush baby girl I got you... it’s ok... shush...” They had a patient wait as the doctor returned with the results. Natalia raised her brow as she watched carefully, completely intrigued as the film was put up on the light board, “Ohhh...” she sighed, “Mira la foto papa...” The middle aged doctor began to laugh, “Yes, look at the photograph indeed...”

“Good evening Your Majesties, Your Royal Highness, Duke Valtoria and Viscount Walker... as you can see...” he pointed to the x-ray film, “There is a small bend and crack within the radius bone, a green stick fracture, nothing too serious but it will warrant a cast... but first...” the doctor reached into his pocket producing two lollipops, “Princess, Viscount... these are for you...” smiling kindly at a worried Leo, the doctor eased his conscious, “This is common and we’ll get her fixed up in no time...” As the plaster cast was fitted Leo brushed her hair from her face, before gently kissing the crown of her head mumbling, “Your mama isn’t going to be very happy with me...” but for Natalia, it just seemed like a normal day; no crying, no nothing as she smiled eating her lollipop propped up on the hospital bed, “Cast should come off in 6-8 weeks, but she can’t fly home for the next 24 hours; I hope that’s ok? I presume that you will need this scanned to Laurentia Your Majesty for the Princess’ records...” Leo nodded not even listening to the doctor as he mumbled off their Royal Doctor’s name, the Paediatrician handed the file to the nurse whispering to her, “Please scan this immediately... and enlist Royal Protocol...” Royal Protocol within Cordonia’s General hospital essentially meant that the records would be shredded immediately to preserve their privacy. “I will just get your discharge papers...”

Leo cleared his throat, “Liam...” he slowly shifted off of the bed. Leo looked a state in the last hour going from perfectly coiffed to his shirt collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up and tie undone, “Can you sit with her, I need to call Bella...” Liam raised his brow slightly at the prospect, “Good luck, I most certainly don’t want to be you...” as Leo walked outside of the room to take the call, Liam and Drake both knowing what he was going to have to put up with. “Hey... I...” Leo took a deep breath, his voice slightly trembling, “Lia had a little fall and we had to... Bella wait... don’t freak out... it was a little green stick fracture but... yes I know... no... Bella honestly it’s...” Leo had to pull the phone away from his ear as Isabella shouted. Her thick Laurentian accent became stronger the more angry she got, not giving him a chance to say anything. Slowly opening the door, Leo emerged. He ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair looking completely defeated, exhaling loudly he tried to muster a chuckle, “Come on beautiful...” he reached out picking up his daughter, “Mama will be here soon...” Liam rolled his eyes towards Drake before shaking his head, “I might need to enlist a funeral director tonight...” Drake nodded in agreement, “Bella’s going to kill him... it’s the last thing they needed right now...”

As the evening drew closer, Leo was nervous - he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach knowing that at any minute now, Isabella would be coming through that door and it was the topic of discussion that all three men steered clear of. Liam tried to hand him a tumbler of Calvados but Leo shook his head, “Sorry brother... I might need it in a while though...” he mustered a painful chuckle. Liam patted his brother’s shoulder in support, “Hey big guy... don’t beat yourself up, it happens... Drake here...” Liam raised his glass towards him, “If you remember, never left the emergency room - he was too busy playing knights with Olivia with actual daggers...” Leo raised his brow but never spoke, his attentions turning to Natalia as she played happily with Jackson. “I’m gonna head to the airport... Liam do you mind keeping an eye on her when I go get Bella...” Leo took a deep breath before he lowered his tone, “to be honest... I’d rather the argument away from the kids... she’s pissed...” Liam nodded as Leo took his keys from his pocket, “...Sensible option... I take it you might need room made in the family mausoleum... just in case?” Leo couldn’t help himself, smirking at Liam’s teasing , “All bets are possible brother... it could make a good wager...”

The drive to the airport was quiet. Extremely quiet. The road back not so much. As quickly as Isabella’s feet touched Cordonian soil, she glared at him as she stood dressed all in black her chiffon blouse ruffled in the wind and tight leather skinny pants accentuated the Laurentian Queen’s tiny waist. Isabella was seething, “Get in the fucking car...” she spat under her breath as she walked passed Leo, slamming the door behind her. This was not going to be a fun conversation. Purposely Leo took the more scenic route back to the Palace in order to let the petite brunette to cool down before she could see Natalia. Leo was not in the mood for an argument, stopping the car so they could have it out. “Bella... I...” Leo awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair. Isabella sat with her cheeks sucked in and arms folded, “Leo... don’t!” She unfolded her arms, her hands gesticulating angrily, “I don’t want to hear it... I told you to watch her! You know what she’s like, one minute there the next she’s fucking half way down the road to God knows where!”

Leo took a deep breath trying to calm the situation, “Please see reason to this, she tripped that was all... it’s only a little fracture it could have happened anywhere...” Isabella’s almond shaped eyes narrowed angrily towards Leo, “...A little fracture? I don’t care if it was a little fracture, a big fracture, a bump on the head... my daughter should not be hurt right now...” Leo clicked his tongue at Isabella’s suggestion unimpressed, “You mean our daughter... Jesus Isabella...” he began to raise his voice, “God forbid that someone isn’t as fucking perfect as you are... it was a accident.. she’s running around the Palace as if nothing happened so get off of your fucking high horse... it must be amazing to see what it’s like looking down on the rest of us!” Isabella didn’t even look at him as she snorted, “Just hurry up...”

[tomiyeee]

finished the story quests for bl3 (but barely any of the side missions yet) and i got...Opinions(tm)

(sorry if this doesn’t cut on mobile! also if you want to hide spoilers i’m tagging all my bl3 posts as “bl3 spoilers” so ny’all can blacklist it)

in no particular order:

i honestly wanted to give gearbox some slack and try my best to like this game bc i know people had probably unfairly high expectations for this game given all the build up, but they really just kept letting me down in everything but the graphics

said this before but overall, the characters are all Quite lackluster

^^ tyreen and troy included. adding the word "bitch" to every sentence does not automatically make it funnier

that being said, i super love their backstory + relationship with typhon/nekofeyo-whatever

the character designs are equally boring. moxxi was the only one who got a real improvement imo. lilith and maya are okay. rhys...i dont think i have to explain. lia...i dislike her hair; the black felt like it balanced out her design better and the white streak was interesting and cool but full white just looks bad tbh. zer0 feels less sleek and more bulky which doesnt fit him much. tina lost her pretty color palette and cute outfit. where are all the bright pretty color palettes in general???? there are other colors besides brown and black???? use them?????

ending of pre-sequel: “you will need all the vault hunters you can get” me: “ooh does that mean all the vh’s from previous games are back? i can’t wait to see everyone meet each other! :D” bl3: only nine of them come back, 3 of them die, the rest are involved in maybe one mission at most

boss fights. super. boring. and tedious. i mean this could be partly because i was playing on ps4 which made it extra not fun but if the only reason the fight is difficult is because they have a lot of health...it's not fun or challenging. i want fights like handsome jack with interesting mechanics. i want fights like angel with emotional impact. i want fights like the pre-sequel final boss that i forgot the name of with variation that isnt just "now they have an attack that shines bright lights in ur eyes, covers the whole arena, and can knock you down in one hit im looking at you traunt and killavolt". tyreens fight was the only one that i somewhat enjoyed because of this. all the others were just like "ughhhh again?"

im really enjoying melee amara playstyle. taking out badass enemies in four hits is my jam. this is just my fallout 4 playthrough all over again babey heck yea

typhon just wanted to be a good dad!!! he called tyreen starlight which is adorable!!! he did the best he could and tyreen hated him for it!!! i don’t blame either of them for that tbh, it makes sense from both their perspectives. tyreen definitely should have been more understanding, but she’s a dick so :/ (not saying this is a writing flaw, just a character flaw)

hammerlock needs higher standards in men but i really appreciate the undeniably in-your-face "fuck you" to all gamer dudes

i really. hate. how little the player character seems to matter in the story. in pre-sequel the vh's all had unique dialogue AND npcs would respond, sometimes even with character-specific lines. even when it was the same across vh's, it still felt like the npcs were interacting and speaking directly to them. the player character felt like a character of their own, rather than just a vessel for the player to do quests and kill enemies with or an errand runner for the important characters. i thought that was the direction they were going in with bl3 too but this just feels like bl2 only worse. there’s a separation again between you and the story and it feels like you’re just watching things happen. now ur not just a silent protagonist, but instead your a speaking protagonist who gets completely ignored. whats the point of including unique dialogue if it's not even acknowledged beyond an "uh-huh, moving on"?

sometimes the logic just feels kinda dumb. the twins killed/disabled maya and lilith in a heartbeat, they can literally disintegrate the most powerful beings in the universe, but the vault hunters? absolutely not. they must fight them for 40 minutes and then die.

after the fight with troy, no one even touched tyreen. there's no way they could have thought "yup she's definitely dead, no need to shoot her in the head or anything just to make sure. we didn't do anything to even hurt her, we just assumed." turns out she's 100% alive and gets up to start the apocalypse. who'da thunk! i know they wanted the end to seem more dramatic but it just seems stupid that they could have stopped tyreen like 5 missions earlier had they even the slightest bit of common sense.

lilith was one of the biggest threats to tyreen and troy's whole plan. of course they should leave her alive and simply steal her powers. let's kill the monk siren instead.

i know they didn't include this to give all players a fair experience instead of favoring sirens, but it kinda sucks playing a siren character and it's just completely ignored outside of ur action skill. tyreen and troy are sapping siren powers left and right, but they choose to leave you with yours. when you enter the eridian place with typhon tannis starts glowing because it has "something to do with sirens". what about the one standing right next to her? this applies to bl2 as well...jack i would willingly charge ur vault key for u pls why do u take lilith instead :'(

oh yeah speaking of tannis! i LOVE that she got angels powers. for some reason it just makes me really happy. maybe it's bc i think it's sweet that part of angel survived. maybe it's because it makes for cool fanart. maybe it's just cool. idk. also like that we got a solid explanation of what angel's powers were (influence over technology). i always thought her having control over it in bl2 might've been cuz it was hyperion tech and she had access to it same as she had access to the satellite from bl1. it wasn't super clear since it seemed like she could also materialize things like the ammo during her fight.

that also reminds me: all the dramatic reveals in this game felt kinda badly done.

the very first one with zer0/katagawa. like the whole time i was walking around looking for him i was trying to think why he might've turned/something must have happened to him or rhys. everyone was saying it was undeniably zer0. i finally meet him and take one look at his bright ass maliwan armor and its like. really. you couldnt have made it anymore obvious that thats not zer0. and then his helmet gets knocked off and surprise! it's not him. i totally didnt already figure that out with one glance 10 seconds ago. (maybe even earlier when you got glimpses of him around the building but i always missed it cuz i was looking at the fish tanks n shit)

also the tannis reveal. she was speaking to me in the same way that only known siren characters could. weird unexplained things were happening and seemed to be related to tannis. i wonder if she's a siren? surprise! she's a siren.

tyreen and troy knew about the great vault through some unknown means. typhon was talking about having a son and a daughter who he told stories about the great vault. typhon calls tyreen his daughter a while later and lilith acts surprised like honey ur a little slow, i figured that out several lines ago.

basically i'm not saying they were so obvious that i knew from the beginning of the game; i only figured them out a little before they were outright stated. but it was enough that it kinda ruined the effect and the characters acting surprised only when it was blatantly spelled out for them just made it annoying.

i feel like most of this is pretty negative, but i don’t mean that i hate the game and was miserable playing it. it was honestly okay...like i said i wanted to like it, but gearbox hates me specifically and killed/ruined all my faves just to spite me sooo...*waves hand back and forth in a sort of “ehhh” gesture*. i think my opinion on bl games from most to least fav would be: tftbl, bltps, bl2, bl3, and bl1. so it’s not the worst, but deeefinitely not one of my faves. i mean jack’s not in it (or if he is he doesn’t have a big role) so it’s already at a huge disadvantage. the ending was ok, it was all dramatic n stuff and it kinda makes sense i guess, but it was just about as okay as the rest of the game really. i don’t hate it but it’s not great either yknow?

[thedaycourts]

(completed) acowar liveblog

ACOWAR LIVE BLOG (SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY)

spoilers will be ahead... you have been warned

feel free to message me to talk about the book!

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5/1/17 11:22pm- someone help me I've literally preordered the ebook and the hardcover (which hasn't even shipped yet ugh) and I'm so prepared 

5/1/17 11:31pm- I've read the first 8 sample chapters so. many. times... i'm ready for the real thing now pls thx bye

5/2/17 12:06am- IT TOOK TILL 12:06 FOR THE EBOOK TO RELEASE OMG MIDNIGHT RELEASE MY BUTT SMH

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chapters 1-8: i kinda like jurian actually (maybe ill regret saying that idk), lucien being protective of elain is making my heart warm, tamlin makes me wanna kill someone, feyre shouldve cut ianthe’s throat tbh, the twins give out such weird vibes, AND OMG rhys and feyre sending images of themselves sticking their tongues out is my moodboard i love it so much

chapter 9: “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.” My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her. She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid. I LOVE ALIS OK SHE IS ACCEPTING AND PROTECTIVE AND AMAZING

ianthe needs to get her filthy hands off of lucien before i strangle her

LUCIEN AND FEYRE GOING TO THE NIGHT COURT TOGETHER HECK TO THE YES 

chapter 12: @luciens brothers can you go die pls ok thx bye

chapter 13: CASSIAN IS OK AND SO IS AZ ADHEIOFHJKFAJ MY LIFE IS SLOWLY PIECING ITSELF BACK TOGETHER

“i am the high lady of the night court” hECK YES YOU ARE

the tender cassian and feyre hug made me sob even more and then the mor hug hauidfghuajkshcdfa the feels

chapter 14: I AM SOBBING I AM S O B B I N G AT THIS FEYSAND REUNION HELP MY POOR BROKEN SOUL

also omg just imagine lucien watching this reunion bc i think his expression would be absolutely priceless

chapter 15: “I was in love with Feyre,” Rhys said quietly, “long before she ever returned the feeling.” whats that noise??? oh yeah its just the sound of my heart breaking no big deal

“I revealed the mating bond months later—and she gave me hell for it, don’t worry.” hA 

LUCIEN CALLING AMREN A CRANKY OLD AUNT OMG

chapter 16: poor nesta and elain omg no 

i really need to know whats going on between nesta and cassian bc theres def something there hehe

chapter 17: MOR AND CASSIAN AND STICKING THEIR TONGUES OUT TO EACH OTHER TOO NOW OMG FIRST FEYRE AND RHYS AND NOW THEM WHAT IS HAPPENING

chapter 18: “defending the female he loved”  PLS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY @MOR @AZRIEL 

“our family” MY HEART IS MELTING HELP I JUST WANT MY BABIES TO BE HAPPY

“It was the first time you had looked … peaceful. Like you were indeed awake, alive again. I was so relieved I thought I’d puke right onto the table.” GUYS RHYS CARES SO MUCH ABOUT FEYRE LIKE PLS REALIZE HE WAS SO ECSTATIC THAT SHE LOOKED ALIVE AGAIN HE WANTED TO PUKE BC HE CARES ABOUT HER SO. FREAKING. MUCH.

“I will fight with everything I have, too, Rhys. Everything.” why do i have the feeling this is foreshadowing something that i am not going to like at all

chapter 19: “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?” this is how true love starts out 400% you go nesta 

chapter 21: oh dang it here goes the nightmares starting up again

chapter 22: feyre sees the bone carver as their son omg what can this please happen

chapter 23: “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.” *cue me audibly going awwwwww*

chapter 24: “She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.” This seems to be a common way of thinking when people look at their mates hehe throwback to acotar

az is such a bean like who else is awesome enough to wait 500 years for the girl he loves 

chapter 26: AZRIEL PUTTNG HIS HAND ON TOP OR MOR’S DURING THE MEETING WITH KIER OMG WHY MUST SHE REJECT HIS TENDER HAND TOUCH

chapter 27: mor being depressed bc of what she witnessed at the meeting makes me wanna cry

omg the inner court arguing what is this

chapter 29: tbh az reminds me of myself so much and i think we have the same MBTI personality type((:

chapter 30: the heck is hybern’s little minions doing in velaris nonunion go home you aren't allowed here

chapter 32: NESTA IS A SEER WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

chapter 33: “He did not glance back at Elain. Did not see the half step she took toward the stairs—as if she’d speak to him. Stop him.” elucien for rulers of the autumn court pls

chapter 34: varian warning amren??? they're friends?? so they keep in touch?? hmmmmmmm sounds suspicious(((;

chapter 36: KING OF HYBERN VS RHYS OMG WHAT AM I ABOUT TO WITNESS

oh jk he wasn't really there oops

chapter 38: I think tarquin should forgive them especially since they came to his rescue but hey thats just me

chapter 39: “And it was precisely because of it that I said, “I love you.” His head lifted, eyes churning. “There was a time when I dreamed of hearing that,” he murmured. “When I never thought I’d hear it from you.” 

nesta being worried ab cassian ahhhhhh

chapter 42: nesta being named emissary omg i love it

“And to my eternal shock, a smile tugged at Nesta’s mouth.” ahaha

GAMBLING ON THE FIGHTS AT THE MEETING AHAHA WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED AT ALL

chapter 43: this viviane girl seems cool.. i hope she doesn't end up stabbing my babies in the back:)))

ew no i was perfectly fine with having tamlin absent for the remainder of the book

same @feyre who is 500% done with tamlin and his crap 

chapter 45: NESTA STANDING UP FOR CASSIAN AND SASSING OUT BERON IS THE REASON IM STILL ALIVE 

chapter 47: I'm beginning to really like helion

chapter 48: too bad i already saw spoilers so i knew helion was luciens dad smhhhhhhh

ok but like if nesta thinks something is wrong, shouldn't you have learned by now that something is usually wrong???????

wow would ya look at that...something was wrong *scowls*

chapter 52: where the frick frackle jensen ackle did jurian come from 

chapter 53: ok but i totally called jurian being good

....tamlin still being a tool i see 

chapter 55: they keep mentioning their dad so i have a feeling he's in trouble/being held captive

chapter 56: nesta helping heal cass omg yes

YES MY GIRL SURI

chapter 58: I've never wanted ianthe dead more,,,,WHO DARES SHOOT MY GIRL SURI HREIAOFHJAKEF FIGHT ME

chapter 60: i literally bawled so much when suri died omg i sounded like a dying horse

chapter 61: this episode of honestly hour features feyre and mor going head-to-head about decisions and relationships... stay tuned for the next episode

chapter 62: amren and varian kissing hm how do i feel ab this

chapter 63: ELAIN IS AN ACTUAL SUNSHINE WHO DARES TAKE HER AWAY (of course its az my little bean who notices she's gone)

also I'm betting ten bucks lucien will find her and save her (prolly not gonna happen but it would be cute if he did)

chapter 64: EW SHE HAS TO BE IANTHE WOW THATS UNFORTUNATE

rhys and feyre’s goodbyes felt more like a pep talk than a sad goodbye but thats just me

ok thanks for saving feyre @tamlin but for the record i still hate you

chapter 65: omg nesta hugging feyre and all the sisters being all nice and cuddly makes me so happy

chapter 66: the moriel shipping part of me is very sad but yunno maybe this means i can keep az for myself (or elain can have him idk which direction sarah will take this) and mor can be eternally happy((:

sooooo does this mean elain x az is now gonna happen bc like az is gonna need someone to help heal the hole in his heart and elain is such a sweetie but what about lucien????

chapter 68: but are we ever gonna know what feyre saw in the mirror?

chapter 69: tender az and elain moment omg that was so cute i love my smol beans

“I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it.” AWEEE

rhys and his lil speeches to everyone dang what is this

chapter 70: “And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” IM SUCH NESSIAN TRASH IDOFHAJDKFA

chapter 71: “This was it. The last moments … the last time I would see them all.” nothings even happened yet and I'm already crying

“He told me that he’s got three daughters who live here. And that he failed them for many years. But he would not fail them this time.” well shoot i have no words rn and tbh i kinda forgot their dad existed the past few chapters

chapter 72: “She wrapped her arms tightly around Cassian, those gray-blue eyes bright, then they were gone.” THEY GIVE ME LIFEEEE YESSSS

chapter 73: OK AMREN WHAT ARE YA DOIN???

chapter 74: ....welp... bye bye mr archeron thanks for saving my babies and also wHERE THE FRICK DID YOU COME FROM?? nesta and elain and feyre being sad is making me sad

OK WHY IS CASSIANS WINGS GETTING HURT AGAIN??? i feel like this is sarah starting a new thing like “hey! lets just end every book with cassian’s wings getting ripped to shreds!!”

“I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.” FRICK OMG THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE MOMENT I BECAME COMPLETE NESSIAN TRASH. AND THEN THE KISS. OH MY. I CANT. I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

and elain coming to the rescue omg heck to the yes

chapter 75: nesta stabbing the king is tHE BEST. i can't just feel the pure rage and emotion radiating out of her as she twists the blade in his neck. think of the people she's doing it for. her dad, her sisters, her new family, cassian. this scene gives me so many feels

amren saying she's glad she met feyre awe

chapter 76: AHHHH RHYS IM SOBBING NO FEYRE HDAUKHJD AHHHH WHY DID RHYS DIE ON PAGE 666

chapter 77: feyre screaming for rhys nononononono i feel my soul shattering

rhys was DEAD and he comes back making a JOKE....why is this not surprising

chapter 78: lucien is back ahhhh it feels like he was gone for the whole book tbh

yes drakon and miryam hauifheajkdfhajfha

chapter 81: RHYSAND’S POV YESSSS

talking about feyre’s “beautiful laugh” ahhhhhh they're sooooo cuteeee

chapter 82: i LOVE the fact the book ended with them all peaceful. they deserve it. i love everyone. i am happy. goodbye.

[youremyonlyhope]

Something Borrowed

AKA Gwen takes being a pregnant bride to a whole new level.

Left off my Torchwood rewatch with A Day in the Death in December 2015 and didn’t watch the next episode. Now it’s May. 2017. Yeah I’m mad at myself too.

“Torchwood. Outside the government, beyond the police.” God I love Torchwood. Honestly that shapeshifter should have just kept going instead of attacking her. She was gonna let him go. I guess he really wanted the host to specifically be her. “Ooh” is really the only reaction you can have to waking up pregnant with an alien baby on your wedding day. “Boy would Darwin have a field day if he had made it to space.” NOW I NEED THE DOCTOR TO TAKE DARWIN TO SPACE. CHRIS CHIBNALL, GET ON THAT. I just need to take a moment to say that I’ve missed Owen so much. Why have I deprived myself of my baby Owen for the last few months? Oh Banana Boat. I’m glad this time around I noticed all the mentions of him in episodes leading up to Something Borrowed. See, I love Rhys. “Forget the money. I want you where they can look after you. Getting married today doesn’t matter.” He just wants her safe. Gwen, I love you so much, but don’t be so stubborn. Also I love Eve Myles so much. “Woah, well, look at you.” “You like it?” “Drop dead gorgeous, Tosh, and I think I speak with some authority.” GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. “God you need a date. Which, this isn’t... is it?” He seemed almost hopeful. Ugh come on. These two tear out my heart. But Owen did you have to say “God you need a date” in that tone? Stop it. You go from horrible to sweet so quickly. “Oh, I’ll... dig out my dancing shoes.” That little smile he gives her when she leaves just AHHH. “We didn’t think this through.” Girl, Rhys didn’t want to go along with the wedding today so this is all on you this time. “I’m Banana, suppose you can tell why.” “You come up in spots and go soft quickly?” TOSH, I ADORE YOU. “I’m the best man.” “Evolution is full of surprises.” TOSH, I ADORE YOU SO MUCH. The note on the box says “The least we could do.” Oh Ianto. How did it take me 4 years to notice that? “It’ll happen to you one day. There’s always Owen.” “I don’t think so. ‘In sickness and in health, till death do us part.’ It’s gonna sound like a bad joke isn’t it?” Oh Tosh. Tosh in a nice dress pulling a gun out of her clutch and ordering a man to not move is my aesthetic. “Every since Owen died all you do is agree with him.” “I was brought up never to speak ill of the dead. Even if they do most of the speaking for themselves.” Love that. “Dad, this baby isn’t Rhys’.” BAD way to start that story. Ok. See. If your daughter thinks her baby is an alien, you don’t just go tell your wife like “Oh lol our daughter’s crazy” MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED THAT EITHER 1) ALIENS EXIST AND SHE’S TELLING THE TRUTH OR 2) YOUR DAUGHTER IS HAVING HALLUCINATIONS AND MAYBE YOU SHOULD POSTPONE THE WEDDING TO GET HER HELP. “But I wasn’t late for my wedding.” “No. Barry might have got away.” YES GWEN’S MOM. “Alright, mate? I’m Banana” The glare that Owen gave him oh my god. “More like a gooseberry.” TOSH I ADORE YOU. Girl, don’t just stand there and scream oh my god. “An American with no sense of timing or fashion.” Ok. First of all. Jack is a fixed point in time. Second of all, that WWII military coat is amazing.  “Jack, I’m afraid the situation is uncontained.” Yep. Tosh, next time, don’t scream “Jack there she is!” until you’re like restraining her or something please. Or until you’re standing right behind her with your gun at her instead of both of you shooting at her in a crowd of wedding goers. Every time I watch this episode, I always wonder why Gwen awkwardly holds the bouquet. Because like, everyone knows she’s pregnant, so what’s the point of hiding her stomach? Then I remember the gun. “That’s the kind of daughter every mother must dream of. Cold as ice, packing an automatic.” Owen I love you. I just love that Rhys is like “Show me what to do.” when Owen tells him he might have to use some crazy alien tech that already killed one person and nearly killed another and blew up multiple test cups. He’s just so ready to do anything for Gwen. I love Rhys. Yeah I always hate that Gwen nearly kissed Jack in that moment. Yeah, sure, itt wasn’t Jack. But she thought it was. The look of confusion the shapeshifter gives Owen. I love it. I love when Owen’s deadness gets him out of stuff. I love that all Owen did was pin a flower to his t-shirt. “You ready to see the dead man dance Tosh?” Owen I love you. Owen and Tosh in the background leaning against the window to the kitchen and talking is just adorable. I always forget that we see Alice’s mom in a picture in this episode.

I love that episode. It, like every other episode of Torchwood, seems like it will be stupid but then it’s cute and sweet at the end. God I love Torcwhood.

And now I remembered another reason that I stopped the rewatch for a year. Because I’m almost done with season 2. And I don’t want to be done with season 2.

I might actually rewatch Children of Earth this time. For the first time since I watched it the first time 4 years ago. Haven’t rewatched it since. Because it was too upsetting. But I might... MIGHT... do it. Maybe. I might chicken out at the last minute again like I did last time I rewatched all of Torchwood.

[reesesxxpieces-blog]

Spencer James "I love you, Sweets!!"

Rebecca Pearson "I love you more, Spency!"

Spencer James "Nope. Can't love me more. No way dude."

Rebecca Pearson "It's possible." she said smiling.

Spencer James "Girl. Ima beat your ass."

Rebecca Pearson "Couldn't do it when we were kids. What makes you think you will now?"

Spencer James "Police Academy."

Rebecca Pearson "Hmm that gives you a small advantage."

Spencer James "Think that gives me a rather large advantage." Smirks.

Rebecca Pearson "Not that large. I can still beat ass when needed. John taught me some stuff." Becca said sticking out her tongue.

Spencer James "Yeah? Well we'll have to check this out one day. We can take bets on it and then take the money to buy alcohol! But you know we'll just end up laughing our asses off and taking our own selves down!"

Rebecca Pearson "That's one thousand percent true." she said in reply with a laugh. "Isn't that just what we did in eleventh grade?"

Spencer James "Hah. More or less. I think it's probably best we just buy a bottle of wine and call it a day."

Rebecca Pearson "I'm down with that." she said knowing in reality she didn't stand a chance against the brunette.

Spencer James "Sounds good to me. Now we just gotta get your ass to Philly."

Rebecca Pearson "Yes. That seems to be the only snag in the plans." she said. "I could come down for a few days after Vancouver."

Spencer James "I would love that. You've gotta meet John and the boys!! It's been entirely too long!"

Rebecca Pearson "I promise I'll come then. In fact, when I get done shopping and head back to Chris's I'll make sure to change my flight plans."

Spencer James "Awesome. Forward me the flight plan and I'll make sure me and a couple of blonde boys pick you up at the airport!"

Rebecca Pearson "I'll do that and I think these blonde boys might steal my heart when I lay eyes on them."

Spencer James "I'm pretty sure you are right on that one!"

Rebecca Pearson "Would these blonde boys happen to be named River and Rhys?"

Spencer James "Oh, absolutely. And they look just like John. My God. I know River doesn't share my blood, but Rhys does. Yet I swear that he doesn't look like I had anything to do with it."

Rebecca Pearson Becca laughed as she listened to Spencer. "Genetics must be strong with John then."

Spencer James “Yeah, must be. I mean, thankfully I don't see his ex in Riv, but it also means I don't see me in Rhys. Thankfully his name at least has me in it. I wanted to name him Reese for my maiden name, but John came up with Rhys and I absolutely loved it. But still, that's about all he got from me."

Rebecca Pearson "Not true. Kid's gonna have his mama's looks when he gets older. Then you and I are gonna have to scare off those fast girls." Becca said laughing as she thought about Rhys growing to be a handsome young man one day.

Spencer James "Oh I hope not. I hope he stays looking just like John. That man..." sighs. "Just wait until you meet him. He doesn't see it. But he's fucking gorgeous." Keeps her voice down on the phone, knowing John was never too far away and didn't want him hearing her go on and on like that about him.

Rebecca Pearson Becca laughed as she listened to Spencer gush about her husband. "Well only time will tell, Spence. But it's cute how you gush about John. I remember when I used to do the same things for Duke." she said thinking about her husband and how she would publicly embarrass him with kisses.

- Renamed Becca's husband. Didn't want to get confused

Spencer James "No one else sees them like we do," she seemed to confess, not minding at all that it was like that. Recalling when Duke was alive and how Becs went on and on about him, realizing that though she thought herself a strong, professional woman, she was just really a girl in love with a boy and nothing could stop that. "I don't know if you want to talk about this or not... but do you compare everyone else after him to Duke?" she asked, not wanting to upset the woman, but still curious.

Rebecca Pearson The question did catch her off guard but then Duke dying did the same thing. "Um...heavy question there." she said as she laughed nervously. Continuing she cleared her throat. "I don't try and compare any guy to him because I know that if I do I'm either going against the memory of Duke or I'm placing an impossible standard on any guy. I will say I know that any man who doesn't respect me as much as Duke did is not worth the time."

Spencer James Always having wondered what that might be like, yet never wanting to experience it herself, she heard the laugh where she had feared tears. "That makes perfect sense," she offered, a nod of her head though Becs wouldn't be able to see it. "You've become a wise woman, Becs," she stated honestly, not sure she'd ever be able to keep her shit together if something happened to John.

Rebecca Pearson "Trust me, I'm more broken and a mess than you can imagine." she said. "I was barely able to hold it together for the first few months afterwards." she continued knowing that this was a raw subject for her. "Duke was the love of my life and always will be. Moving on is the toughest thing." she finished.

Spencer James Hearing it and experiencing it were two different things, of which Spencer well understood. She'd never try to say she knew what it must be like for her, nor to down play the woman's pain, but she was so proud of her for trying to move forward all at the same time. Avoiding any cliche statements like 'he would want you to go on', instead she'd just have the strong listening ear of her best friend. "And anyone that loves you in the future will know this and understand it. I think it's going to take a strong person, but the right one, and you'll know it all over again," she offered, hoping her words were helpful and not hurtful.

Rebecca Pearson The words helped more than Spencer might know. "Thank you, Spence. That really means the world coming from you. It's been almost two years since he died and life is starting to feel normal. I know that no one will ever replace him but it's nice to know that I can at least have someone fill that emptiness. I'm ready to start putting myself out there." she admitted as she bit her lip. It was ironic for her to say that being that she was still in Vancouver with a guy she was crushing on.

Spencer James "Good. Then it's time," she offered, not agreeing with anyone else's idea of when the woman should move on, as it should be all about her and where she was and when she was ready and nothing more than that. "You're doing good, Becs. Just keep on doing what you're doing and don't let anything get in the way of what you want."

Rebecca Pearson "Well, what I want is to make a move but I don't think a certain someone is ready for that." she said as she flopped back against the bed and sighed. "Maybe I'm not sexy enough." she said neurotically.

Spencer James "Oh, I'm sure /that/ isn't the problem. I never feel like I am. Honestly, John and I have gotten into a legit fight over it before, though that shouldn't be too surprising as most anything can throw us down that road. But you are a beautiful woman and if he can't see that, then he's fucking blind. You do what you think is right. If the moment is there, fucking go for it, love."

Rebecca Pearson "Spencer James, motivational speaker and badass detective." she said as she chuckled. "But you're right. I just need to go for it and I swear you and John fight over the craziest shit."

Spencer James "Nooo. I have no public speaking aspirations, I promise you of that." Laughs at just the thought. "Yeah, well. We are definitely all or nothing. It's always turned up in one way or another. I really can't wait for you two to meet though."

Rebecca Pearson "Yes it will be fun to meet the man who changed my best friend for the better." Becca said chuckling.

Spencer James "Becca, I think you might be the /only/ one to have this opinion and I absolutely love you for it!!!"

Rebecca Pearson "Really? Well, poo to those who didn't share this opinion." she said. "Also, I love you too."

Spencer James "Becs, my father is in jail awaiting trial at the moment because he tried to /kill/ the man just to 'free' me of him... Shit's been crazy."

Rebecca Pearson "What?! Your dad was always so sweet though. Girl, you're gonna have to catch me allllllll the way up."

Spencer James "God, where do I begin... so first he was mad because John didn't ask for my hand in marriage. Okay, whatever. So then he got this thing in his head that I was better off without him. Basically, he didn't like who I was becoming when I'm around John. And I'll admit, John has turned something on inside of me that I never knew was there. But dad has always seen me with Chris and that was that. You know, the athletic, pretty boy type. So John didn't fit the bill. While I was pregnant with Rhys, I didn't know it, but my dad offered John a stack of cash to leave me. When John didn't follow through, my father took matters into his own hand. Did I mention that he did this outside of the hospital as though he was there to see Rhys and congratulate John? While Rhys and I were upstairs about an hour or so after having him? Yeah, so multiple stab wounds and three weeks in ICU later... John survived, barely. And my dad's in jail. Oh? And the best part? He implicated me in that I asked him/conspired with him to do it, so I've been on administrative leave from the department for eight fucking months under an attempted murder investigation." Takes a deep breath after getting it all out. "Think that about does it."

Rebecca Pearson "Holy shit. I had no idea that this was all going on and that your father had a hand in it." she said as she let out a sigh. "Are you and him even on speaking terms? I mean I know his sickness was hard to handle."

Spencer James "Uh, no. We are not on speaking terms. And honestly, I hope someone on the inside takes care of him. I shouldn't say that. I know. But it's fucking insane. And I'm not on terms with my mother either... When I say you are the only one that sees any good left in me that knew me from before, I truly believe it."

Rebecca Pearson "Wow, well I'll always see the good in you and not just because we made that pact in fourth grade either." Becca said. "You're the best person I know outside my brother and sister and I have your back no matter what. You're my person."

Spencer James "Don't know what I'd do without ya, Becs. Legit the one constant from then to now and I'll love you forever for it."

Rebecca Pearson "That's what I'm here for. Best friends forever didn't mean until 2017." she said teasingly.

-February 14, 2017

[hellas-himself]

Crack Ship Holidays

Friendsgiving Pt. 2 

Since it’s Rhysand’s birthday this week, y'all are getting two updates. ;)

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With my furniture gone, we eat pizza on the living room floor. Cassian pulls me onto his lap while I hold our plate. Aelin is lying on the floor with her head on Rowan’s lap and he’s purposely not feeding her pizza as she asked. Rhys and Lucien are sitting back against the wall and Rhys has his arm around Lucien’s shoulder. Mor might have shut off the flash but I can tell that she’s taking pictures of us all from where she sits on the kitchen counter, next to the box of white pizza Cassian ordered specifically for her. 

When the door unlocks, Az steps inside but Iliana rushes past her father and makes her way towards Cassian and I.

“So it’s true?! You’re gonna have a baby now!” she blurts out and Rowan nearly chokes on his food while Aelin howls.

“Hello to you, too,” I say as I set our plate down and hug her tight. She starts to laugh, especially when Cassian starts tickling her. Her laugh reminds me so much of Elain but that mischievous glint in her eyes is all Azriel.

“Daddy says you finally stopped being a…” She mouths a word that has Cassian glaring daggers at Az who raises his hands innocently.

“I said nothing.”

Iliana presses a kiss to Cassian’s cheek.

“It’s okay, tio. Mommy told him not to talk like that in front of me even if she agreed.”

My sister is blushing which makes Cassian laugh.

“It’s okay. They were both right,” he says as she sits next to him. “So thank you, Lia.”

“Me? What did I do?”

I lean in real close and whisper, “For helping your tio stop being a complete pendejo.”

I give her a wink, and our niece starts cackling. Cassian is feigning offense when I sit upright.

“I love you,” I say and he pinches my side, making me laugh.

“I hope it’s a boy,” Lia says haughtily. “I want to be the only girl.”

*

Cassian insists on carrying my box full of rolls of canvas, stretched canvas and brushes.

“Just get the door,” he says with a wink and I roll my eyes. I can hear Az and Iliana playing with Valo in the backyard. Everyone got here before we did; I handed in my keys to the landlord and Cassian broke the lease. I was still internally cringing from how much money he just spent. And yet, he has been grinning from ear to ear ever since.

Rowan and Aelin are setting up my bookshelf in the living room while Rhysand and Mor busy themselves with my closet. Lucien is in the kitchen putting away what little I had as I gave away everything I didn’t need.

“Shouldn’t we bring that to the garage?” I ask as he continues on towards the bedrooms.

“I don’t want you painting around weights and shit,” he replies as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “So I thought of something.”

“What?” I ask but he says nothing and stops in front of one of the guestrooms.

“Get that for me, will you?”

I roll my eyes and open the door. I have to remember how to breathe.

“Cas…”

The bed, the dresser, all of it was gone and replaced with a desk. An easel. With the curtains pulled aside, the light in the room was perfect.

“I have to set up the shelves in the closet but-”

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him. He smiles when I step back. I’m blushing.

“I can’t believe you.”

He grins and bring the box to the closet.

“I want you to have your own space,” he says and sets it down on the floor before turning to face me. “I have mine. Now you have yours.”

“Get over here,” I say and he smiles, closing the space between us.

*

I wake up at the sound of Cassian’s alarm going off. This isn’t the first time, but I still find myself smiling. Cassian is holding me against him and he hasn’t woken up yet. Carefully, I turn until I’m facing him and press a kiss to his cheek. His jaw. His neck and across his collar bone. I see him smile.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

“Good morning, bunny,” he whispers back and rolls onto his back, taking me with him. He reaches over and grabs his phone, tapping on the screen until the alarm stops. He opens his eyes and squints at the screen.

“What?”

“Mor.”

He shows me his phone. Morrigan_not_la_fey tagged you and bunny_darling in a post. I unlock his phone and open the post. I snort. The caption reads, ‘FUCKING FINALLY’. There are several pictures; the first is of Cassian and I last night on the sofa with Val sprawled across our laps, followed by one of us eating pizza with everyone else on the living room floor. Then one with Cas and I kissing in the bedroom with Rowan in the background disassembling the bookshelf and then Halloween night where he had lifted me up and she’d interrupted us.

“I love this,” I say with a laugh and set the phone down.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Was it really that obvious to everyone?” he asks and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“To everyone but us, I guess.”

He smirks and grabs his phone. I am content to watch him no doubt replying to Mor but then I hear my phone go off. I raise a brow and begrudgingly slide off of Cassian to get to my phone. I laugh when I see Cassian’s request to update my relationship status.

“You’re silly,” I say and accept it. “Oh! Can I match our profile pictures?”

“To what?” he asks and shifts to lay beside me, putting an arm over my back. He slides his phone in front of me.

“This one. The one Mor took of us outside.”

“Okay,” he says with a yawn.

Both of our phones start going off as our friends and family begin commenting on the posts.

“Why don’t you sleep a little more? I’ll make coffee and wake you up when it’s done,” I say as I pry myself out of his hold. His response is incoherent.

Cassian had fallen asleep last night waiting for me to finish unpacking. But it was worth staying up so late. Everything was in its place; it didn’t look like I’d just moved in. The art room was a mess but it didn’t bother me. I had the entire day for that.

After I wash up and put up my hair, I put on Cassian’s shirt and basketball shorts and walk to the kitchen. I let Val out while I get the coffee going and I let myself look at my phone. Endless congratulations and like after like. Rhys and Mor reminding Lucien and Az that they won some bet they’d made months ago about when and how Cassian would ‘finally’ ask me to be his girlfriend. I felt ridiculous smiling while I read the messages and I was blushing while I looked at that picture of us. It was perfect.

Cassian of course, comes to the kitchen already showered and ready to go. I set his coffee down on the counter and pile pancakes on his plate. He looks surprised.

“I ate one,” I say. “You’re not going to die.”

He laughs and takes a seat.

“It’s been a while since anyone made me anything… Well, someone that wasn’t Rhys or Az.”

“Maybe I’ll start practicing and I’ll cook for you every day.”

“And deny myself the pleasure of how you react to my cooking?”

I laugh. “So, maybe not every day.”

Cassian holds out his arm, motioning for me to come closer. When I do, he holds me against him. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into him.

“I don’t know how I waited this long,” he says softly. “This is… I’m just happy that you’re home with me.”

“I am, too.” I kiss his cheek. “I love you, Cassian.”

“I love you, bunny.”

*

For the zillionth time this evening, my phone blacks out while I read the stupid recipe I have been following for dinner. Cassian is working late today and I wanted to surprise him. For more reasons than this.

“Do you think daddy will like burnt chicken for dinner?” I ask Valo and sigh. The dog looks at me sideways and I laugh. “I’m kidding. This is going to be fine.”

After making the yogurt sauce and chopping up the onions and other things I’ll need as a topping, I get the marinated chicken onto the iron skillet. It smells like heaven. I preheat the oven and make to wash a few dishes when I hear my phone go off. Twice.

The first message is from Cassian- actually, it’s Az using Cassian’s phone to tell me Cas is almost finished. I reply with a quick thank you. The other is from Nesta. I regret opening it.

Halloween was nearly two weeks ago. When were you going to tell me about Cassian? During Christmas dinner?

I roll my eyes. I haven’t spent Christmas with our parents in years. Had zero intention of doing so this year. And no. I wasn’t planning on telling you anything for this very reason.

I set my phone down and wash half of the dishes before I go to flip the chicken on the skillet. I return to the sink and finish the dishes, then quickly clean my hands before setting the pita bread in the oven. I pour Val some food into his bowl and hear my phone go off again.

He was my boyfriend, Feyre. Mom and dad have been bothering me about it ever since Elain posted that picture of the two of you with Iliana. It was a cute picture from their date night last week; he and I were on the sofa with Iliana between us.  We had fallen asleep while she read from her Percy Jackson book to us and Elain had come to pick her up and found us just like that.  

Was. Years ago. Get over it.

How long has this been going on?  

I sigh. That’s honestly none of your business. I’m happy and so is he. That’s all that should matter to you. Tell mom and dad they can call me if it bothers them that much.

They don’t have your number.

Give it to them then. I hear the door unlock. I have dinner on the stove. Love you, Nes. Stop letting them get to you. Elain and I did- and we’re happier for it.

I am tempted to say more but, until Cassian knows- I refuse to tell anyone else. She’d probably find a way to spoil it, anyway.

“Honey, I’m home!” Cas shouts from the door- as he has done every night he comes home from work. I laugh at his attempt to sound like Ricky Ricardo.

“I’m in the kitchen!” I shout back. I hear the closet door opening and close, hear him kick off his boots.

“Did you order out?” he asks, his voice sounds much closer now.  

“Nope.”

I look at him from where I stand by the stove. He’s standing in the entry way.

“What’s this?”

I shrug. “Dinner. For my incredibly handsome and hardworking boyfriend.”

His stupid grin gives me butterflies.

“You cooked dinner?”

“I meant what I said.”

He comes to stand behind me and kisses my cheek before putting one hand on my waist. He tries to grab a piece of chicken from the skillet but I slap his hand away.

“Go wash up. Where do you want to eat?”

“So bossy,” he murmurs and kisses my neck. “You know, I wouldn’t mind that later on-”

I sigh. “Cassian…”

He laughs. “Alright, alright. Let’s sit at the dinner table.”

He slaps my ass before he runs off to change. When he comes back, I’m carrying plates to the dining room. He helps me bring everything to the table and after getting drinks, we sit to eat.

“The first time we had shawarma, was after homecoming, remember?” he asks.

“I think I have that picture somewhere. Rhys and Elain won homecoming king and queen which was hilarious, considering who they were dating at the time.”

“You and Grayson?”

“I didn’t date Rhys,” I say with a scowl.

Cassian laughs. “You were his rebound-”

I slap his arm. “Hey, better it was me than someone who’d break his heart. I don’t even remember her name, only that she had some college boyfriend driving her to school one morning and it pissed me off so much.”

“So much so that you kissed Rhys in the parking lot and lied about being his girlfriend for the rest of the year.”

“Best pretend boyfriend I ever had,” I say wistfully. Cassian rolls his eyes but I can see him trying not to smirk. “But listen, I wanted to tell you something.”

“Hm?”

“So… Briar called me at like… nine this morning. I have an interview at the school tomorrow.”

His eyes light up.

“Really?”

“Yeah… She says she doesn’t doubt I’ll get it.”

Cassian leans over in his seat and gives me a quick kiss.

“That’s amazing, bunny! We have to celebrate or something.”

I laugh as he sits back in his chair.

“We are,” I say and wave at the table. “I haven’t told anyone else. And I won’t, not until after the interview.”

He puts his hand over mine.

“God, I love you so much,” he says. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I love you, too, Cas. I can’t believe this is happening.”

He brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles.

“What time is the interview?”

“Eight-thirty.”

“I’ll drive you,” he says. “Then we can have celebratory breakfast together.”

“And if they ask me to stay for the day?”

“Then I guess I’ll come back for celebratory lunch.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say and he winks.

“And what about dessert?” he asks and I look at him up and down and grin.

“I think I have an idea of what I want.”

*

With a wave goodbye to Briar, I step out of the school. I take a deep breath and clutch the strap of my bag with both hands in an attempt to stop them from trembling. The security guard gives me a nod and I return it. I’m relieved to see Cassian standing by his truck. He’s on his phone and he’s wearing sunglasses. To my absolute delight, he has his hair down. For a moment, I can remember him as he was in high school; the stupidly popular football player with long hair and the tattoos on his back, who drove a motorcycle and smoked cigarettes in the parking lot. Who, along with Rhys and Az, always looked out for me and my sisters. For Mor.  

“All we’re missing is a pack of cigarettes and I’m fourteen-year-old Feyre, trying to act like it was no big deal that Cassian Rodriguez is waiting for her in the parking lot,” I say when he notices me approach.

“Well, seventeen-year-old Cassian was all too happy to do it,” he says and immediately takes my hands and pulls me close. “Thank you for convincing that idiot to quit. I can’t believe I got away with so much shit.”

He kisses me and I playfully swat his arm.

“You’re a sweet talker,” I quip.

“So. How’d it go?” he asks and I sigh, shaking my hands. I don’t understand why I feel so nervous.

“I start on Monday,” I say softly. My stomach hurts. Cassian simply beams at me. He cups my face with his hands and kisses me.

“I fucking knew it!” He kisses me again. “God, I’m so happy for you, bunny!”

I laugh and hug him tight. After another kiss, Cassian walks me to the passenger’s side and opens the door. He lifts me up by the waist and sets me down. He doesn’t even bother hiding the grin on his face when his hands brush against my thighs as he steps away. I blush and wave him off. That was one story I wouldn’t tell Mor- ever. She’d never let me live it down.

“So what are the hours?” he asks as he gets into the driver’s seat. We talk about my salary and the schedule as he drives us to get breakfast.

“Is it weird that I’m kinda scared?” I ask quietly.

“No… You’ve been out of the game for a while.” A while. Leave it to Cassian to try to soften the edges. It had been years since I’d worked as a teacher. Tamlin had provided for everything until he left and if it weren’t for Cassian, I would have lost everything.

“At least now I’ll have health insurance,” I mutter and instinctively brush my fingers over my inner left arm. I barely feel it with my jacket on until I press on it. Cassian grimaces. “I can finally replace this stupid thing.”

“Stop it,” he whines. I laugh.

“Such a baby,” I say playfully. “If not for this we’d be pushing a stroller around.”

“Fair enough. Stop playing with it though, bunny. That’s gross.”

I stick my tongue out at him and he grins.

We have breakfast together at the café Mor and I had gone just two weeks before. I wait until Cassian is busy stuffing his face with French toast to text the group chat. Guess who’s the new art teacher at Aelin’s school? I hit send and then open the chat between Aelin and I. I GOT THE JOB.

Our phones begin to go off as our family starts to reply. Cassian reaches over to hold my hand and I sigh, meeting his gaze.

“You’ll be amazing,” he says to me. “You are amazing.”

“Thank you,” I say and feel myself blush.

I have a feeling I’m going to be blushing until the day I die because of him. And honestly, I’m completely fine with that.