#i didn't mean to fall in love tonight ;

[luvtonique]

Last night, a fuckin miracle happened

Tonight, at midnight, a payment is going into my credit debt that will completely eliminate it, and last night, $2000 was sent from my account to my friend Nemo to finalize paying him back for his loan that got me out of debt 4 years ago.

Tonight, at midnight, I will be debt free.

This is thanks to two donors, who donated a total of $8000 within 14 minutes of one another, wishing me a debt-free escape from California.

I have been attempting to contact them. I got in contact with one of the two, who donated $1000, and he's a complete bro and I fucking love the guy, gonna make him some pixel art as a thank you.

The other, she seems to have no means of being contacted that she left with the payment, and I can only hope she sees this.

I want to let her know how life-changing her $7000 donation is, and reward her as well with a pixel art piece.

I will also be asking both of these donors, assuming I can get in contact with the second one there, if they'd like to design characters for Melodi to be permanently immortalized in the game, even if just to give me names to give characters I design myself.

AND THERE'S A SECOND BIT OF NEWS.

Not only am I debt free, but I now have enough surplus of cash to print and ship Full Service Playing Cards Series 4.

It's been 2 years, and the guest artists have changed slightly due to some falling-outs I've had and opinions of me having changed. I also already raffled off the refunded guest-character slot from someone who didn't want to be in the deck anymore and wanted a refund.

I am redoing 100% of my art for the deck, and will be ordering the decks and personally mailing them out to the list of crowdfunders that I've been holding onto for the past 2 years.

I will be, before shipping, e-mailing every single backer of the original crowdfund and asking them if their shipping addresses have changed.

That's all!

Thank you so much, you two, this is literally life changing.

It's time to make good on this and never let this shit happen again.

[mrs-mquve]

OC Songs (well, not really, but close enough)

@furbyq tagged me (thank you!) and since I don't really have OCs other than my sims that aren't based on characters, she suggested I do it for my Deception IV character playlists! I'll be doing ship songs as well.

Much of my vision of the game's characters are my own, as the plots (there are two, Laegrinna's and Velguirie's stories) are secondary and considered forgettable, which is a shame because I found them as enjoyable as the gameplay. The way I've developed their personalities probably makes no sense to the few other fans and would be considered wildly out-of-character, but tbh I don't give a shit because it brings me joy, and with no fandom, there's no drama. (Hopefully).

Characters:

Ice Queen by Within Temptation: this has always been my favorite song by them but I came to associate it with Laegrinna. She is ruthless and cold for the most part canonically, however I think there's more to her than that and I'll get to that later.

Queen of the Night by Whitney Houston: This is, without a doubt, Velguirie's theme song. "I've got more than enough to make you drop to your knees," "They say I'm trouble and I don't give a damn," the lyrics pretty much speak for themselves. They don't call her the Nightmare Princess for nothing.

Shine On Me by Chris Dane Owens: This sounds like a hero's theme song and Zeno Shin is a self-proclaimed hero and big dumb idiot. Also, if you know me you're likely aware Laegrinna/Zeno is my OTP and it evokes the way I imagine him being awestruck by her. She is the Dark Side Princess but she is his light.

Who's That Girl by Madonna - Okay, so hear me out. Whereas Velguirie is entirely fire and I love her for that, Laegrinna is ice AND fire. You don't see that often because while she uses it to her advantage, she won't admit it. Kind of related to the last song it's about falling under the inescapable spell of a captivating woman. Which again is how I envision her effect on Zeno but may or may not also be something more personal.

Ships:

Latch by Disclosure ft Sam Smith: This has been one of my favorite songs since it came out well before I played Deception IV, but now in my mind it's about how Laegrinna and Zeno are drawn to each other and the metaphors are right on for a game where the main goal is using traps on enemies. (Zeno is a major enemy, by the way. You defeat him, which means yes, Laegrinna canonically kills him. But that's what AUs are for, and I'm a sucker for enemies-to-lovers).

Sleeping Dogs by Merril Bainbridge: A song I've known since high school, holy shit that was 25+ years ago now?? 💀 Another one full of metaphors - Laegrinna and Zeno drive each other crazy, but they DRIVE EACH OTHER CRAZY. Somehow, even though I always thought I hated the tsundere trope, it suits Laegrinna in my head. She doesn't want to be attracted to him but she can't resist him.

Shadows of the Night by Pat Benatar: Although I don't think they meet in canon because Evelyn is from Laegrinna's story and I didn't get very far in quest mode (I watched my husband finish it but that was forever ago) I think Velguirie and Evelyn are perfect for each other. "Surrender all your dreams to me tonight" is the line that hit me, like I said Velguirie is the Nightmare Princess, and I'm not going into detail but let's just say Evelyn is quite keen on surrendering 😂 I haven't thought of any other songs for them yet but I hope to, they're a really fun pairing and I love them.

Okay, I've seen a lot of people tagged or participated already but I'll tag @kaylynn-langerak, @celestialspritz, @h0nkytonkangels, and @esotheria-sims.

[thewanderinglunarian]

Hello! I love your writing <3 could i plz request a Lucci x reader scenario ?

Sorry it took so long, Nony! Here it is, I hope you like it!

*please disregard any typos or wonky tenses. I'm extremely tired. I do work 45+ hours a week, and just switched to nights 🌙 😴

Rob Lucci x Reader (fluff) SFW

It had been a long, stressful day. You wondered if you'd ever make it home. The sun began to set as you worked furiously to get caught up on all your paperwork. You definitely didn't need your boss hassling you about it tomorrow. You sighed as you finally signed the last bit of your paperwork, stretching and eventually letting a yawn slip out. You looked at the clock...it was 10pm. 'Shit' you muttered to yourself. You hadn't meant to work that long, but these things can't be helped sometimes. You still had to go home and make dinner, which you had promised to Lucci days before, bathe and then, finally, you could go to bed. You raced home, hoping Lucci would be a little late getting in from the ship yard today. You finally arrive home, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag at the door and make a mad dash to the kitchen. You whipped up one of your signature dishes in near record breaking time. You yawned as you added the finishing touches, plating it, and carefully arranging it on the table. You let out a yawn as your eyelids began to flutter. It looked like Lucci was going to be late again tonight, you sighed and drug yourself into the bathroom and ran a hot bath. The warm water enveloped you, washing away all your worries from the day. Thirty minutes had passed, well, at least you thought, you had been nodding off, and still no sign of Lucci. You sighed and got out of the tub and dried off. You tried your best to hold out for Lucci, but your eyelids felt as heavy as stone. You get dressed and hop into bed, cuddling up to the blanket on your shared bed, breathing in Lucci's faint scent. In an instant you felt yourself drifting. You felt the spot beside you shift and broke you away from the cusp of sleep. You felt a hand sweeping a strand of hair out of your face, but you pretended to be asleep. Lucci leaned down placing a light kiss on your forehead. 'I love you' he said in a soft whisper, 'You're my everything.' Your eyes fluttered open, rousing from your fake sleep. You look up at him with sleepy eyes, 'Do you really mean that?'. 'Go back to sleep, you were only dreaming.' He said in his usual stern voice. 'I love you too, Rob Lucci.' you added before falling asleep for real. Turning away, he smiled.

[izzy-b-hands]

"Alright," Stede sits by Ed on the bed and grins. "Sworn to secrecy meeting is a go!"

Ed smiles and kicks a boot playfully against the floor. "Did you guess what it's about?"

"Not at all," Stede replies and fights off the urge to tell him how he shook Lucius to try and help him figure it out (he didn't.) "So either there's something cool and important to talk about or you maybe wanted..."

He pats the bed. "I'm good with either or both, of course. Both would be lovely, but-"

Ed pushes him over onto the pillows and lays on top of him, giggling and kissing him silly. "Mhm, I think we could test the bed again."

"Make sure it won't fall out of the ship no matter how hard we-"

"I mean, we're the captains; we need to keep things safe," Ed continues, grabbing at his chest and and grinding his hips down. "And this bed, mate? Needs constant testing, because it could go at any moment."

Stede can't help but think that at the present, the bed isn't the only thing on a hair trigger. "You'd better tell me the secret for the meeting then, before we get into quality testing."

Ed sits up to straddle him, hands pressed down lightly on his tits as if to ground himself. "Right! I thought maybe this year, since we do something for everyone else's birthdays usually, we could do something for Izzy's."

Had Ed asked for this when they'd first come aboard, Stede wouldn't have considered it. But things have changed, and he and Izzy both have opened up at least a little to everyone else and even more to each other.

"What day is it this week?" Stede asks, hands moving to Ed's hips. "We can think up ideas for it now, late meeting with the crew tonight to plan it all out, and-"

"Oh fuck."

"What?"

Ed blushes bright red, only for the color to drain from his face immediately after. "Man, I know he and I have both been...yeah. But I know he knows when mine is."

"Oh Ed," Stede sighs gently. "Is it even coming up any time soon?"

"If I can't remember it, how would I be able to answer that?"

"Huh," Stede pauses. "Good point. Well, maybe even if we just get it within the month, if you rec-"

"Stede."

"Ah. Well. I might have an idea or two, after we finish up here..."

--

"So we're planning gifts, a small surprise party, and whatever other random fun things we can think up for this," Lucius says. "But we don't actually know when any of this needs to be ready."

"Exactly!" Stede smiles. "You're all ready to help us then?"

"Oh, no, I didn't-" Lucius splutters. "Fuck. How old is he going to be?"

Ed stares wide-eyed, straight ahead. "Oh my fucking-"

"It's okay," Stede wraps an arm around his waist. "I could never remember how old the kids were, or Mary! I know they have their birthdays in the fall though."

"Autumn," Lucius stage whispers. " Louis is in late September, and Mary and Alma are in October, remember?"

Stede nods.

"On the same day? You had me write up that memory of yours of Mary, in bed, screaming that if she had to share a birthday with the little gremlin ripping her in hal-"

"Yeah," Stede interjects with an awkward chuckle. He'd not been at his best that day, if he ever had been with Mary. "To be fair to her, I think I would say the same. It wasn't Alma's fault of course-"

"Oh my god no shit," Jim scoffs. "She was a baby!"

"We're off topic," Olu adds. "Let's pretend his birthday is... let's say in a few weeks. Time to prepare, buy things wherever we stop next, and if we're too early or too late he'll be equally pissed off either way."

"They share a birthday?" Ed gently slaps his arm. "Why didn't you tell me? That's awesome."

"I really think Mary would have preferred it to have even a day between," Stede says. "But Alma does love it. They always want to bake their cakes together, and-"

"Cake is a good start," Olu interrupts again. "What sort of cake does he like, or maybe more accurately, can he eat?"

"He's never been picky," Ed replies.

"Bullshit," Pete scoffs. "He totally told you at some point that he has a favourite flavour of cake. Nobody hides that information."

"It's true," Roach nods. "I've tortured a lot of people, when needed or requested, and they give up three things super easy: favourite cake flavour, parent they think loved them least, and favourite colour."

Stede can't help but stare. "That. Is a fun torture fact! Thank you; I didn't know that!"

"So we torture him and find out what cake he wants," Frenchie muses. "Sounds good. John, you and me could drag him in here I bet-"

"Why are we having this meeting here?" Roach asks. "People come in and out of the galley day and night. What if he wants a snack?"

"Because I told him to rejam the Jam Room," Stede replies.

"I said make up an excuse for all of us being away from him," Ed says. "That is one, I suppose. What does that mean though, to rejam the..."

"I don't know; I panicked and pretended to get mad that he was questioning an order when he asked me that," Stede winces.

Ed's eyes light up. "We have hours then! He's stubborn; he'll be determined to figure it out at least partially on his own first, and even then-"

"I'm gonna go make coffee," Roach sighs. "Extra strong. Feel like this is going to be awhile. Anyone else want a cup, mug, bowl, tureen..."

--

"Like, if you were forced to eat a cake though."

Izzy frowns. "Who would torture me that way, when flaying me or ripping out my nails would be far more efficient?"

"That's what I'm saying," Jim smiles awkwardly. "But about the cake-"

"If you're planning on poisoning me, just put it in the food when Roach makes lunch," he sighs. "Honestly, the urge to overcomplicate murder isn't like you. Not at all. Odd."

Jim shoves past him and runs away down the deck.

"... I'll prepare for my poisoning then."

--

"I didn't fucking choke!" Jim shouts. "You get out there and find it out then!"

"It's okay," Stede says gently. "You did your best."

"He's scared of me; I know he is! How did that work against me just now?" Jim continues.

"You did well," Olu wraps them up in a hug. "Captain, maybe they're right. You and Ed are at the forefront of this, just go ask him! We've got like a billion other things to try and have Ed remember or guess or ask him yet in addition to this, so if we do all of it this way?"

Olu shakes his head. "Then we may as well save it all for his birthday in two years for long it'll take."

He's right. So is Jim.

"Okay," Stede sighs. "You two shouldn't have had to be involved in that bit. I'll send Buttons to him instead."

--

"The sea," Buttons states as he walks up beside Izzy.

"...yeah?"

"If the sea were a cake-"

"For fuck's sake," Izzy growls.

"I know," Buttons shrugs. "I told them it wouldn't work. Besides, who even remembers when their birthday actually is? I don't, so I just choose my favourite day each year to be my birthday."

Izzy turns. "Huh. How do you know which day will be your favourite?"

"It's September fifth this year."

"That doesn't ans-" Izzy cuts himself off before he says anything else useless. "Wait. Birthday? Are they trying to plan something for my-"

"Ah, you know too much now," Buttons pats his shoulder. "I'll have to go before I have to kill you."

"Why? Buttons? Buttons?!"

--

"Okay," Stede sighs deeply. "Well. We've got more than we had before."

Lucius takes the journal back from him and peers over the page for Izzy's Birthday Planning. "What information did we gain, exactly?"

"That he knows we know about his birthday, and that he at least probably enjoys cake."

"Mhm," Lucius nods. "And you guys think we should move everything up to tonight because..."

"He knows!"

"Next time, maybe we can just ask when his birthday is and start there," Lucius continues. "Not that this was a bad idea, Ed. Not at all! Your first mate is a weird enigma, that's all."

"I'm not good with remembering shit like that," Ed rubs at the back of his neck. "We kept a calendar for the first few years, with everyone's birthdays on it, but after we lost the first fifteen crew members, it seemed silly to keep it going, but-"

"Clearly he appreciates it regardless, or he would have said something," Stede moves back over to Ed, leaned against the galley wall, and pulls him close. "If anything, he could help us by being more forthcoming."

"Yeah," Ed sighs. "Not usually how that goes though."

"No. No I suppose not."

--

"Frmhph?"

"Yeah, sorry, need your boyfriend for a moment," Izzy tries not to step on Pete as he jabs Lucius' arm. "Hey! I'll make it worth your while."

"Normally when I'm this tired I'd say no, but honestly," Lucius yawns. "I'm not sleeping well anyway, so, if you two want to disrobe first-"

"No, babe," Pete whispers. "I mean. I guess I shouldn't speak for Izzy, but-"

"I need someone to help me find and read through Bonnet's journal."

At that, Lucius nearly knocks him over with how quickly he moves.

"You could have just said you wanted to snoop," he adds as he leads Izzy into the galley and behind the counter. "Kept in here for now because-"

"Usually he keeps it with him, so no one, me, would think to look here and read up on the birthday plans."

Lucius nods and sets the journal on the countertop. "Look, Izzy..."

"All I need you to do is tell me what they want to know and to write it down for me," Izzy continues. "Then we can both fuck off back to bed."

"You're fully dressed; you absolutely took the night watch shift from whoever was supposed t-" Lucius pauses. "Oh. That was my turn. Whoops!"

"Consider us even with this," Izzy taps the journal cover. "Let's get it done."

"Okay," Lucius opens up to a very empty page. "Oh. Ah."

"What?"

"... favourite cake flavour?"

"Oh god."

--

"The detail," Ed muses as he reads over the pages. "Lucius, how did you get him to tell you all this? I think there's some of this he hasn't told me since...well, reading about it reminds me of being kids together, so..."

Stede watches a hint of panic cross Lucius' face.

"They fucked," Pete blurts out. "Um. In here. We all did; all three of us, but we cleaned up right away."

"Why wouldn't you?" Roach asks. "Pete. Peter."

Pete keeps his eyes locked towards them though. "And then he was so grateful, that he agreed to tell us everything we needed!"

"But he doesn't know it's for his birthday?" Ed asks. "How?"

Pete frowns. "We're just that good."

"At sex or interrogation?"

"Yeah."

Ed hands Stede the journal. "Oh, look here! It's on August-oh that little shit."

"What?" Lucius asks.

"August is my mum's birthday," Ed scoffs. "One of the few I can remember. And...wait. No."

"What?" Stede runs his eyes back over the page. "I'm not...Ed, give us something here."

"Lucius telling us about Alma and Mary should have been a hint," Ed chuckles. "I can't believe I forgot! He and my mum have the same birthday."

"So had we just talked about your mum-" Olu starts.

"He probably would have remembered right away," Jim sighs.

There's a gentle, awkward, silence that fills the room.

"Did we overcomplicate it all?" Stede asks, breaking the silence as loudly as he dares.

"We may have done," Ed nods. "Plus, I think Fang knows some of this stuff too, actually. We could have waited until him and Ivan were back from vacation, in a week, I guess."

Stede can feel everyone's eyes on them. Not mad exactly, not judging, he isn't entirely sure of the word for it, but it is Something.

"Ah."

"Mhm, yeah."

--

Izzy stares at the paper on the floor by his boots. Something is written on it, which is lovely, but he can't read well enough to figure out what the fuck it says.

Handwriting is Bonnet's though, so there's a small clue.

He dresses and readies himself for the day, pondering if it isn't somehow more birthday nonsense. Sweet nonsense, but nonsense all the same. As if they'd actually follow through on any of it anyway, and to do so nearly four months in advance would be odd.

A knife nearly takes off his left ear as he steps out in the barely there sunrise.

"Fuck," Jim scowls and rushes towards him. "I wasn't actually trying to do that."

"I know. If you'd wanted to kill me with that, you would have."

Jim nods. "Okay, so this was a whole-the captains did a... it's like a game?"

"Birthday?"

"Yeah."

"Do they know it's all of May...fuck."

"I think it's the fourteenth," Jim sighs. "Did you read the note Captain Stede left in there by chance?"

"I can't read that well."

Jim looks exhausted. "I'm just gonna tell you what to do for each step."

--

"Okay," Izzy sighs to himself and crouches in front of the goat. "Betsy. You apparently got yourself involved in this?"

She chews some hay, which may as well be a yes. That, and the gift box balanced on her back.

"You thought you had it bad enough trying to make sure Edward has enough milk for his tea," Izzy scoffs and snags the box. "Bet you never thought your life would end up here, hm?"

She gently headbutts his shoulder.

"Yeah, I didn't see this for myself either. But..."

He peeks out of the room. Clear.

"I'm not totally hating this," Izzy whispers. "I haven't gotten to fuck around like this since Ed and I were kids. Used to do just enough to not get punished too badly, but the rest of the time I think you would have been more useful than us to have aboard."

She headbutts his shoulder again, enough to hurt.

"Sorry, sorry. You're more useful than us now, so of course you would have been back then too."

He's putting off opening the box. He knows he is, so he shoves it in his trouser pocket before standing and leaving.

He's got at least six more stops before the galley, and it's nearly lunch already.

--

"Hi."

Buttons nods, and gestures to the scene he's centered in on the long dinner table. "A bit of theatre, if you will."

"Is this still about my birthday?"

Buttons, completely nude except for the frosting covering his cock, nods. "We all got to add our personal flavour to this bit though."

"I'd guessed that. Not to be too forward but yours... vanilla?"

"Poppy seed, actually," Buttons runs a finger along the frosting. "Care for a taste?"

Izzy hesitates. "I can't tell if you're hitting on me or if this is scripted."

"Script called for a bit of conversation between us, topic was my choice. As was the costume."

Buttons gestures to the box, back out of his pocket and in his right hand. "Betsy did her job well! She's a good ship's goat."

"She is," Izzy says. "I didn't know...can I open this?"

"They didn't say you had to wait."

For whatever reason, it feels safest enough to do in front of Buttons and his frosted cock, of all things.

The hinge opens easily, and he peers at the-

"Fucking christ," he gasps. "Bonnet picked this out."

"How could you tell?"

It's a gorgeous necklace, with what seems like a decently reinforced chain (something he's shocked Stede thought of) and a teardrop emerald in it. Not all that big to most of the people Stede probably knew before them, but for sailing, it's almost ostentatious.

He loves it.

"Um. The theatre thing?" Izzy asks as he puts the necklace on, and fights the urge to immediately hide it under his shirt. No one is going to rip it off his neck, not like before, not like-

"That's just what he wanted to call frosting his dick and displaying it," Roach steps into the room. "Sorry, took a moment to finish up the frosting on this!"

He has to smile. He can't even try to hide it. They'd actually done some of it, and cared enough to get it right.

"Before you ask, yes, I made separate bowls of frosting for each...item," Roach says. "Technically, everyone was going to be in here with us right away, but the ship is a tiny bit on fire-"

Izzy stands. "Why didn't you lead with that?!"

"Because it was way more on fire earlier while you were below deck, and now it's better!" Roach protests. "Sit, we don't have to wait for them for the food. The rest of the gifts we do though."

"This isn't it? I've been at this since dawn though!"

"Look," Roach sighs and plates up slices of cake for the three of them. "It was going to be just a party and one gift, but we felt sort of bad about how weird it all went and Ed not remembering-"

"Ed never remembers birthdays," Izzy shrugs. "That's why we had a calendar, for a bit."

"Yeah, he mentioned the calendar. Point is, we wanted to really do it up since...all of that and-"

Roach splutters. "Um. Vanilla, really?"

"Doesn't smell much of vanilla," Izzy frowns and sniffs the frosting on his slice. "Smells like smoke."

Roach freezes, and looks to Buttons. "They had it under control more or less, right?"

In a flash, they're out of the room leaving him alone with the increasing heat, smell of smoke, and the cake.

Izzy studies the slice of cake, then digs in. If he's going to burn alive, he'll do it with his birthday cake, on his fake birthday, in one of the nicest necklaces he's ever been given.

Beats how terrible his twentieth through thirtieth birthdays were by a long shot, that's for sure.

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[dlphantom]

𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖗 ~ {𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒}

ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧＳ： Ｙａｎｄｅｒｅ Ｔｈｅｍｅｓ， Ｂｌｏｏｄ， Ｓｕｇｇｅｓｔｉｖｅ Ｔｈｅｍｅｓ， Ｉｍｐｌｉｃａｔｉｏｎｓ ｏｆ ｒａｐｅ.

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ｌｉｅｓ, that's all your relation ship was. Deceived to believe that they actually loved you, it was all so sweet until it wasn't.

Stu was throwing a party at his house tonight to celebrate the suspension of classes and his parents vacation as this mysterious 'Ghost Faced' killer lurked in the dark. Even though the mayor had set a curfew for Woodsboro rambunctious teens were still out doing their thing since no parents ever gave a shit anymore.

Sitting in your boyfriends lap while watching Halloween on his tv in the living room with the rest of the guest as Randy ranted on and on about horror movies. Your other boyfriend, Billy, was upstairs talking to Sidney since she accused him of the threatening phone call she received a couple of nights ago.

Smiling over at Stu as he winks and kisses you on the cheek, your attention quickly gets diverted as Randy shoots up in a fit mumbling about 'the rules'. "#1 Be a virgin, so no sex" Randy points at the ceiling with his eyebrows raised making everyone one in the room groan as you chuckle lightly. " #2 No drugs or alcohol" Cheering everyone raises their beers, everyone except you. " and finally #3, Never say you'll be right back. 'Cause ya won't!" He finally exclaims with a sigh. Shifting, Stu mumbles something along the lines of 'let me up' lightly in your ear, obeying quietly you stand up to let him off the small velvet lounge chair. "Well I'm gonna get a beer, refill anyone?" He laughs out with a smile, as most agree. "well then, I'll be right back!" Stu backs away into the kitchen with a wide grin and loud laugh leaving you to finally settle back down with a stifled giggle. Thinking to yourself that if these were the rules then you'd be pretty good off and might survive in a rare chance that you end up in some sick horror movie situation.

Not much longer after he returns and the phone rings, walking over swiftly Stu picks up the phone. His smile soon morphing to something of surprise as he turns around " Mr. Himbry was found dead gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field". Suddenly erupting in cheers after a second of silence the other guys, besides Randy and Stu of course, fling themselves over the sofas and to the front door.

Returning over to the two you smile softly at Stu as we walks off somewhere, not without kissing you on the lips, you turn back to the Tv as you and Randy settle back down to watch Jamie Lee Curtis get chased down by her psycho brother. Unbeknownst to you, you didn't realize how quickly things would go down hill from there.

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ｂｌｏｏｄ ａｎｄ ｂｏｄｉｅｓ.

They were everywhere, from Tatum hanging from the garage cat door to Randy faced down on the foyer floor, the reporter dead in the News Van and Sidney's dad leaning on the door frame in the closet. Sidney in Billy's bloody hands as Stu hangs himself over your shoulder keeping you in place as you watch Billy plunge the knife deep into Sidney's chest without remorse.

Choked sounds leave her mouth as her hands cup her chest as she stares you dead in the eyes and falls lifeless to the ground. "NO!" You scream out in utter pain as you watch your best friends life fade from her mocha eyes. Sobbing as your knees collapse in on themselves as Stu supports you while pressing a kiss to your neck as you cry out in pain. A grin spreads over your boyfriends faces as they circle in on you, trapping you between their blood soaked clothes.

" c'mon baby it isn't that bad, I mean your just as worse,-" You cut Billy of by repeatedly mutter no softly as you throw your head back against Stu's shoulder. " Oh yeah you are baby, Falling head over heels for two serial killers. Now that doesn't sound too good does it?" Stu chuckles out in a sadistic manner as to taunt you.

Sharing a look they both squeeze themselves impossibly closer as Billy takes your chin in his blood drenched hand and Stu nuzzles against your head like a cat.

" Ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ｎｏ ｉｄｅａ ｈｏｗ ｍｕｃｈ ｗｅ＇ｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ ｈｏｌｄｉｎｇ ｏｕｒｓｅｌｖｅｓ ｂａｃｋ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ" Billy mutters out lowly as his thumb grazes your bottom lip to slip in into your mouth slowly. Fear stricken you try to struggle but it's useless as they both are twice your size. Eyes widening as Billy takes back his hand on your jaw just to lightly graze down the side of your face with the blood covered knife.

Both erupting in laughter, Stu lifts you up by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder as he starts up the stairs as Billy follows suit looking you in the eyes the whole way to Stu's bedroom.

I guess you couldn't survive as one of the rules Randy gave has soon been corrupted. Maybe there were exceptions to the rules, but it didn't matter anymore because even though you did survive, it was for nothing at all.

Cursed to a horrid fate with two men whom you once loved but soon turned sour with blood.

▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 :)

[grapesyntax]

I read every academic rivals-to friends-to lovers book I could find

After certain shows made me realise how much I like this trope (*cough cough* Never have I ever and Anne with an E), I went on a quest to find a book that could fill the hole this ships left.

It is a quite specific trope, so finding books that fit this exact description wasn't easy, which left me with only four options, I read them all, and now i'm ranking them beacause I'm bored:

4. Today Tonight Tomorrow: I didn't quite like this one, which is ironic because it is the most popular and highly rated of the four books. The main problems I had with it were that the conversations between the main characters seemed forced to me and that it falls into the "I actually never disliked you, I've been secretly pining for years" thing that a lot of rivals/enemies to lovers stories have. When I say I like enemies to lovers, I mean ACTUAL enemies to lovers, I like to see the relationship go from one extreme to the other, so them not actually disliking eachother at any moment means that they haven never been rivals to begin with. I get that some people like it that way, but it's not what I was looking for.

3. Kissing Erza Holtz and other things I did for science: This one is a bit different because the main girl is not obsessed with getting good grades, but they are rivals and they are in an academic setting so it fits the trope. It was a short and light read with relatable characters, so I overall enjoyed it. Unfortunately, it also does the "I've always loved you" shit, so that ruins the rivalry for me.

2. What's not to love: I guess I could say this is the one that fits what I was looking for the best; the main character's dynamic was basically benvi, you can actually see a rivaly between two study nerds develope into someting else, good chemistry and they actually start of hating each other.

1. The only thing worse than me is you: This is a modern retelling of Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing and I loved every second of it. The writing style is fluid and the dialogues are funny, with a lot of pop culture references used in a way that didn't bother me. This book fits the trope perfecly while being fun to read and managing to really stand out to me among several books that have basically the same plot.

[forestwater87]

Okay, for all of you who don't feel like watching Miles RP as David

Here are some of my favorite quotes. Context may be added if I feel like it. Reactions are my goblin brain screaming. All of these came from a discord so if they don't make sense . . . see goblin brain comment.

(That link should start directly at the point where he becomes David; if it doesn't, skip to 1:40:33)

In roughly chronological order:

David: "Teachers are sort of like camp counselors during the rest of the year."

The thing is David is absolutely up his own ass enough to think this.

David: "Trail mix is expensive!"

^ said to show he understands why not everyone can donate to the charity for teachers. Very adorable, am crying.

David's "ooooh" seeing one dude was extremely non-heterosexual. Fucking bicon. Him losing his mind that one of the arenas is called "Survey camp"

David: "A person's hitting me -- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry this is just pretend!"

This is just canonically how David plays video games. Either this or he's unwilling to commit violence at all, but I'll defer to Miles.

David: "That's very goat of you!"

Spencer: "Is David popular amongst his campers?"

David: "I like to think so! There's only 3 staff members, so I'm definitely in everyone's top 3."

"That also means you're in the bottom 3."

David: "Well, I choose not to think of it that way."

(I have to keep adding reacts so you can tell when one quote ends and another begins. Judge not lest ye be judged)

I think the other person in the stream is named Spencer. Friend of Miles. I know literally nothing else about him and am not even confident on those facts.

Every time he says something so non-David in his David voice I die: "I have a lot of grenades!"

David: "Oh my goodness, would you look at this beautiful scenery! Can we hike that mountain?"

This is so goddamn cute. I am dying. Miles looked at his fans and said "they will eat tonight" and I am so relieved.

David: "Not to be a couple of Greedy Garys, but I say we get this [care package] and then I'll drop another one!"

The fact that Miles is grinning like a lunatic the entire time is very good. (Also if this is formatted badly then I'm sorry but not all that sorry. I'm doing my best and David would be proud of me.)

David: "Didja getim? Didja getim? didja getim? How 'bout now?"

Spencer: "I didn't get 'em."

David: "Well, you tried your best and that's all that matters."

He calls healing "a little health kiss." I'm not sure why but it's very important to me.

David: [while jumping to murder someone] "Hi! Scuse me!"

(i just need something to separate the quotes okay)

David: "Well you know what gang, we did our best. You don't always win the 3-legged race. You did a wonderful job!"

Then there's a bit where they talk about Spencer's time at summer camp:

David: "ooooh hand-holding's pretty serious!"

David is too pure.

David: [dreamily] "Did you fall in love, Spencer? A summer love?" [puts hands up to his face]

Then there's the fact that David/Miles gets to pick where they play each round, and he keeps insisting on going to the one called "Survey Camp" every single time because it has the word "camp" in it.

David: "Now, I don't like to disagree, but . . . I was thinking we could go . . . to Survey Camp!"

Spencer reminds him that technically since David's the one with the power to choose, his opinion is the only one that matters:

David: "Everyone's opinion matters. And my opinion is we're going to camp."

David just steamrolling over Spencer's interests is very good. There are these little selfish nuggets sprinkled in among the wholesomeness that really capture the full David experience.

David: "Well, he's climbing up . . . he's coming my direction . . . oh, he looks scary . . ."

Spencer: "Is he coming towards me?"

David: "Oooh, I don't know. I'm dead!"

The positivity is relentless. I think Miles said on twitter afterwards that this whole thing was exhausting and I can see why. Being David is no picnic . . .

David: "I have a question: do we have to shoot each other in this game?"

And then a few seconds later:

David: "I'm just wondering if maybe there's a way we can, you know, help others. Talk through our issues."

And a few seconds after that:

David: "I was asking if they wanted to be friends in the game!"

I believe that moved killed him, too. Precious.

Also we're interrupting the real Miles!David content to share something my friend suggested to me while I was watching this and giving her quotes; she said that maybe David just calls everything camp to make life more fun, and then sent me this imaginary exchange that actually killed me all the way to death:

David: Gwen Santos would you go to marriage camp with me

Gwen: I'm going to have to change this story when I tell everyone

It made me laugh quite a bit.

Anyway, back to the video!

Spencer: "How do you sign up for [Camp Campbell]?"

David: "Well, um, you can fax, uh, an application to CameronCCampbell@hotmail.realwebsite.noreallyrealwebsite.com. And . . . you can know that myself and Gwen and Quartermaster and sometimes Mr. Campbell will do our best to make sure they get what they need! Which more than anything is love and support. And friendship."

Spencer: "How many dollars does this camp cost?"

David: "You know . . . it is, um . . ."

And then the conversation switches subjects and David breathes a sigh of relief.

Very shortly after this he changed his character from a woman (she was wearing a yellow shirt, which he liked because the campers wear yellow shirts) to "a Forward Scout with a positive attitude!"

"I like his style."

Spencer: "Does everybody abuse David verbally?"

David: "You know, sometimes people have harsh words. Mostly Max, and Neil, and Gwen, and Quartermaster, and Nurf."

Spencer: "Did you just list almost everyone?"

David: "Mmm . . . I'd say maybe a third."

Poor David. Somebody please protect him.

Spencer: "Yeah, I think people abuse David. I get that vibe. Or at least, I feel it in my heart. Like I wanna put ants in your bunk or something."

David: "Well, I think that says more about maybe some of the hurt you're carrying with you. And sometimes when people don't know how to process that, they act out. Do you want some trail mix?"

David just said his favorite part of trail mix is the raisins which is so cute. "They have a little bit of salt on them, which isn't typical for a raisin."

And he keeps telling chatters to watch their language.

David: "Who is my favorite camper? Aww, you know I couldn't pick a favorite! . . . But I know who has the most potential, even if he doesn't want to admit it."

I KNEW IT!!!!!

I've been saying for years that David doesn't have a favorite and gravitates towards the ones he thinks need him the most AND I FINALLY GOT ONE RIGHT!

David: "Well you know, Gwen swears and that's okay."

shipping intensifies

David: [gasp] "The moss is growing on the north side of the rock!"

Every time he nerds out about weird shit in the game I gain 3 seconds to my life.

Spencer: "Did you get teabagged?"

David: "What's that?"

Spencer: "It's where somebody places their most intimate bits on you for . . . friendship."

David: [softly] "Oh, I don't know about that."

Also David confirms that the whole show has been a single summer, so please see the "vindication" gif above.

David: "I know a lot of fun camp songs."

Spencer: "Sing 3."

David: [starts singing] "Bum-bum-bumblebee, bumblebee tuna, I love bumblebee, bumblebee tuna . . ."

Spencer: "Okay, please stop. I immediately regret this decision."

David: "Max said the same thing! One of my campers. And, uh, and my co-counselor, Gwen."

He's literally made of sunshine. I would die for this fictional man.

Spencer: "Are people at camp against their will? I feel like they are."

David: "No! . . . They don't always like it immediately, but it grows on them."

Spencer: "It sounds like they're there against their will."

David: "Well I just think that's a negative way of looking at it."

FWIW Spencer makes an excellent foil to David. Not as aggressive as Max or as dour as Gwen, but he brings a very . . . like, straight-man energy to the conversation. Like how a normal person would react to David IRL. I'd enjoy seeing these two interact more.

Spencer: "It's like your overpositivity is wanting me to balance it out with negativity."

David: "You know, I feel like that dynamic's pretty popular with me."

eeeeeeee <3

And the last one that I personally found noteworthy:

David: "One day we'll be able to afford safety equipment. Until then, we'll just have to deal with Quartermaster's Ropes Course. And a lot of pillows."

There's point near the last 20 minutes where either it got kinda boring or I just got too tired to keep track. But if there are any quotes you think I missed, please share them! This was a really lovely bit of content to feed our starving maw, and I appreciate Miles very very very much for taking one for the team.

[rocketmuse]

I thought I'd share my playlist for the anniversary of the boathouse kiss. :)

Song translations, MANY thoughts, and timeline under the break.

Noise warning for song 19, Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 4:23 to the end. Loud high pitched beeps.

YouTube music version to be made soon.

Translations for foreign songs:

Ewan [Dunno] — Apo Hiking Society — Filipino/Tagalog

Amour plastique [Plastic love] — Videoclub — French

Panalangin [Prayer] — Apo Hiking Society/Moonstar88 — Filipino/Tagalog

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita [I'm Looking For You] — Rivermaya — Filipino/Tagalog

This is a collaborative playlist made with my friend.

Thought Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy would be a good starter song. Something about the music. Represents a good start of Alec persuing Maurice, like, hey, I can be yours... Whatcha doin'?

I added Puppy Princess because of the chorus but I know some people don't like that song so... You can skip if you'd like. KISS MEEEEE KIISS ME WITH YIIR EYESSS CLOSED . ALL I WANT IS YOU YEAH YOU. TELL ME I'M NOT FUNNY TELL ME I'M LEGIIIIT

Ewan. OH MY GOD this song is so them. Alec cares for Maurice, and doesn't like not being taken seriously or being treated badly and brushed off.

"I don't know why you're like that, you're difficult to talk to and you're a snob" COME ON IS THAT NOT THEM — Just a smile from you, and I'll be in heaven. Please give me a response, anything but "No idea"... What a perfect representation of Alec's continuous persuit of Maurice, always talking, always trying...

I could go on with every lyric.

Edit: I just realised this song fits so well for Alec's letters and meeting at the museum. Must resist the urge to add the same exact track twice.

So about Touch Me... Some of the lyrics apply better in other versions. Spotify just has this version tho. Touch me, just like that.

All I've Ever Known. Maurice discovered so much that night about touch and sharing and being with someone. He wants to be with Alec. "All I've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you too. [Hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. Hold you tight, I don't wanna to back to the lonely life.]" Alec opened up his eyes and he'll never be the same.

Can't Help Falling in Love With You. 'Did you ever dream you'd a friend, Alec? ... Someone to last your whole life...' 'Alec, you're a dear fellow and we've been very happy.'

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind was added from Maurice's perspective. Perhaps it fits Alec too...

I think Love At First Sight has the double meaning of the literal title, as well as "wouldn't you like to kiss her" perhaps being... Something Maurice would hear.

I Don't Dance. Based on this post/edit. Please watch this video oh my God.

Pink in the Night. Alec yearns for Maurice in the boathouse. He hasn't come. He hears his heart breaking tonight.

Every lyric is perhaps pulled straight from Alec's brain, to be honest. I remember seeing a post with this song in other contexts with them too. So yes, a few meanings.

Amour plastique. Alec reminiscences on the night in the Russet room. Why hasn't he come?

In my mind, everything goes wild. I lose myself in your eyes. I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.

And at night I cry tears that stream down my cheeks. I think of you only when the days ends, only when my sad demons descend upon my mind, into the bottomless abyss.

Waiting in the boathouse at night, when the day ends.

I ring out in kisses all down your chest. Lost in the avalanche of my heart astray. Who are you? Where are you?

The moments of then repeat in his mind. Where is Maurice?

I suppose Hopelessly Devoted To You and I'm A Fool To Want You are self explanatory. Maurice should really come... Alec really toughed it out, 2 days he spent in the boathouse, really wanted to see Maurice, really knew they had something, and doesn't want to be treated like a dog. Generally, his 1st letter.

Moon Song. My friend said they added it as a general love song. — Why do you treat me like this? Why didn't you come to the boathouse? — Alec's 2nd letter as a whole. Plus bits of 1st.

And you pushed me in, and now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. ... So I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door.

Ewan would fit here tbh.

Panalangin. My only prayer in this lifetime: to be beside you, to be together with you, that's my prayer.

"I since cricket match do long to ... place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter than words can say."

And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me, my love, please listen.

It also fits the end of museum.

I Want You. Maurice, can you come to the boathouse already? Alec has no power to teleport you there. I hold one card that I can't use.

I found you. I found the door, but when I stepped through, there was no floor. He found Maurice, bit he's not being here for Alec.

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over And I love you, darling And I am done, dear

Alec wishes this would happen. Also, he does come back later and they love again over, and "it is finished".

Credit for suggesting the next two songs goes to @beatle-capaldi!!! He also wrote was in quotations!

English Summer Rain

The Most Radical Thing To Do

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 1st letter, he's looking for Maurice. Thinking about them together.

In my thoughts and dreams, in every turn of destiny, I look for you. Also applies to that hotel/post-hotel feeling. I look for you, even if I try to forget you, saying goodbye, looking back...

Wildest Dreams. They think a lot of each other. They share once more. But they must say goodbye. Alec saw this coming. Maurice hopes that Alec will remember him like this.

I Hear a Symphony. Alec truly opened up Maurice's eyes. Maurice was meant to be with him. He helped Maurice, changed his life. But now Alec is leaving on ship... Or is he? The symphony leads into...

An orchestral sountrack. The Boathouse. Unfortunately the Maurice soundtrack is not on spotify. It's on my personal YouTube music version. I added it because it just captures the boathouse the only way the sountrack itself can.

The Word of Your Body (Reprise). MLM people have moment of romantic tension, which culminates in confessions of love. Just had to add it. "Haven't you heard the word of your body?" perfectly describes Alec gifting and showing Maurice the wonder of truest physical affection and love. He lets Maurice be okay with himself, and again, changes everything. Every lyric is perfect.

Also, sorry JBW, I like other versions more... Too bad Spotify is mean.

I See The Light. Yeah. Every lyric. Maurice is Rapunzel. Movie Blond too. Both the morning at Russet room and the museum. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything is different, now that I see you. "By now they were in love with each other consciously."...

Suddenly Seymour. Suddenly see more, yeah? Clive = ass and someone gives him affection for once, wow! Sidenote, I want to sing this with them and their accents... Suddenly SCUDDER...

Helpless. Musical theatre songs seem to be good retellings of their love story. It's why they belong in post boathouse. Summaries and retellings. They're also good at conveying love they'd feel for each other in general, all times ever. Like loving men, retelling a story.

I'll Cover You. Cute love song feat. gays. I like to imagine them dancing around, declaring their love and devotion for each other. Walking and dancing around like in the original scene, sometime post canon. In my own imagination, I thought of Alec as Angel and Maurice (Christopher) as Collins.

Video Games. They must love spending time together. I thought this to be Maurice POV. Only worth living if somebody is loving you I mean, come on.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is a place on Earth with you.

Un sospiro. I headcanon that Maurice picks up the piano and plays for Alec. Perhaps he picked it up bc of/after Clive, but now can play it for someone who gives a shit.

Something about the melody reminds me of them. And then it gets more intense... A bit like the passions of love, showing up in sharing and touch and more, too.

Liebestraum. I mean, it means love dream/dream of love. I just had to. Also I just like Liszt.

Take Me Up With You, Dearie. This song is just so sweet... So soft... Edwardian to boot... I love how quintessentially 1909 it is. Discovered it in a YT video. The thought of them getting married makes me cry. This song in general makes me want to cry, it's so romantic, tender, and exudes my favourite era...

Let us float, float, float through the clouds, and just have a lot of fun. We'll go up, up, up as two and then come down as one.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder. We Belong Together. I always imagine Maurice and Alec slowdancing to songs that come on the radio together, when the 1950s hits... Alec probably rests his head on his shoulder as this plays and they dance...

I'm using a lot of ellipses, am I secretly Rupert Graves?

Welcome to the 70s and 80s. They love dancing together and being with each other. Now, Panalangin can be a happy song. My only prayer for this lifetime ... To be together with you. And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me.

Just the Two of Us. What a nice, vibey song. Great title, great scenario of them dancing to this...

Tiny Dancer. Your Song. MLM people in the 70s + Radio, being happy and in love with each other. — I just thought I should add some Elton. A different friend, and I, like him. Maurice sings to Alec, "And you can tell everybody this is your song." That I put down in words how wonderful life is with you in the world.

Electric Love. Fun fact: this song got me to share the playlist. Got me thinking about them and their anniversary again. The funky busy instrumental describes well their passionate love. The highs of electric LOOOOOOVE describe the intensity of them.

Alt text continued: themselves together under and the love. And the love. The song has its own tension and it perfectly pictures their own tension. So yeah, this is THEIR song quite literally.

Sorry if my music taste is perhaps basic. I just made it for when I hear songs that are Them.

Falling for Ya. Alec falls for Maurice. "I saw you when you first drove up, Mr Hall..." Something about Maurice, right? Plus really nice vintage vibes with the music. The bit about Into your arms and it's a secure sure sounds like Maurice. Awh, they're falling for *each other*...

Rainbow Connections. Gay and bi people. Marriage. Everything that Maurice and Alec went through to get here, where they were meant to be. Clive. Working for Clive. Leading up to now.

All the things that had to go right, all the things that had to go wrong, that lead us to the place where we were going all along.

On the YT version there's a soft/jazzy cover of Panalangin here. Because they're old and spending time together and being happy. What a throwback, a defined meaning in their lives over time.

Still Into You. After all these decades... Old and grown, together... True soulmates... Two men can defy the world... Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood. Imagine Maurice meeting Alec's mom in this context. If only.

Postmodern Jukebox cover, because they are a quintessentially 20th century couple. They exude vintage.

Some piano playing for Alec. Soft, tender, romantic, emotional, true. Feels like nighttime. Feels like Maurice and Alec. And a throwback to the pre 1914 world as well. Claire de Lune feels like... A credits of life piece. Time spent in the early 1980s. Nocturne feels like that too, but more romantic. Smidge less nighttime. Ah yes, Gymnopédies. The truest credits feel of them all. None of these actually are credits for Maurice and Alec, but I struggle to find the word for this feeling. But yeah. These all have Them vibes to me. Piano of the time just does I suppose. Glad to be reminded of them at any time.

What a long playlist. Like going through almost their whole lives together. 1:52 hrs. Almost like a movie. Imagine that. A full movie of THEIR lives... But leaving to the imagination was a good thing. Led to this such action. Thank you E.M. Forster.

Timeline:

1. Pendersleigh

4. & 5. Russet Room. Night, then Morning

9. Cricket

10. Boathouse Nights

18. The Museum

20. The Hotel

21. After

23. The Boathouse

24. They Still Roam the Greenwood

I just like to imagine them dancing to songs on the radio, for decades to come...

[ssa-montgomery]

Prompt Requests

I want to be more active with writing again so I've decide to open prompt requests! At the moment I'm writing for Criminal Minds, Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice and The Walking Dead. Just send me the prompt number(s), the genre (fluff, angst, humour or smut) and the character or ship that you want! Feel free to send multiple prompts across the genres in one request :D

Fluff

"You look..." "Beautiful I know. Can we move on?"

"You gotta stop doing that." "What?" "Saying things that make me want to kiss you."

"I never said thank you did I?" "For what?" "For ... well, everything."

"Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist."

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

"Wait, did you just flirt with me?" "Have been for the past year but thanks for noticing."

"Wow, I can't believe I said that out loud, please excuse me while I go die of embarrassment."

"You make me feel ... you make me feel and I don't like it. I want it to stop. Now."

"Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

"If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."

"No. I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed."

"C'mere, you can sit in my lap until I'm done working."

"Can I kiss you right now?"

"It's nice that the first thing I heard today was your voice."

"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

"Want to, like - I mean if you're not busy - we could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?"

"Shooting star. Make a wish."

"Let's get married."

"I think I might be falling in love with you."

"I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with."

"We can talk over dinner."

"Let's go home, you're freezing and I don't want you catching a cold."

"Let me kiss it better."

"... On the bright side, we'll know we can't cook next time."

"I can get used to waking up like this."

"Last time I checked, I am deeply in love with you."

"Shut up and hold me."

"I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

"I'd feel much better if you'd let me walk you home."

"I can't remember the last time I laughed like this."

Angst

"I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

"Why are they all afraid of you?"

"I can't go back to sleep after that, I need coffee - no. I need a drink, a stiff one."

"Just know that I love you. I love you with all my fucked up piece of shit heart."

"I can't do this anymore."

"The worst feeling in the world is knowing you did the best you could and it still wasn't good enough."

"You already know how this will end."

"Don't you understand? You were her happy ending."

"It's okay. You don't have to love me."

"I wanted you to fight for me and you didn't."

"It's scary what a smile can hide."

"I'll find them and bring them home. I promise."

"What are you afraid of?" "You."

"You're okay. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. it's okay. It's over now. You're okay. Wake up. Please wake up. Don't do this to me. I love you so fucking much. Come back."

"If it is destroying you, then it's not love."

"I never stood a chance did I?" "That's the sad part, you did once."

"Lie to me again." "I love you."

"Maybe I deserve someone else but always wanted you."

"Touch them and you'll learn exactly what's worse than death."

"No. Not you. Anyone but you."

"It goes away, that ache in your chest when you hear their name."

"Don't go."

"If they cared, they would have made an effort."

"You love them don't you?" "They're not mine to love." "But you still do?" "More than they ever will."

"At least the snow's pretty."

"I want you to remember you deserve this."

"I don't care if I don't get any sleep tonight. As long as I can be there for you."

"Letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do."

"Look I'm glad you've saved everyone and all that, but it's time someone told you to take care of you." "I'm fine." "No you're not and furthermore, if you don't take care of you, think of all the people who will need you in the future who won't have you."

"They're my best friend. That hasn't changed." "It's clear you have feelings for them."

Humour

"You scared me!" "Well, I am naturally terrifying."

"You are all remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?"

"I don't give a damn." "You give so many damns they're visible from space."

"I hate you." "Why? I'm lovely."

"Yeah, I have a plan." "Is it a good one?" "I have a plan."

"Are you sober?" "I'm moderately functional." "I'll take that as a no."

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" "And I'm trying to subtly avoid it."

"On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-" "At least a twenty."

"Well aren't you a little ray of pitch black."

"Excuse me, I have to go make a scene."

"Don't think about it too much or your head might explode."

"All I know is one of us is right. The other is you."

"Guess who came back?"

"Lord give me patience or an untraceable handgun."

"You had me at "We'll make it look like an accident.""

"Is this one of those times where you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions?"

"I'm surrounded by idiots!"

"If you're going to get in trouble for hitting someone, might as well hit them hard."

"Can I ask you a dumb question?" "Better than anyone I know."

"Underestimate me. That'll be fun."

"Who's ass are we kicking today?"

"I could strangle you." "You aren't tall enough." "You've sunken low enough for me to reach."

"For God sake! Who have you killed now?"

"Tell me not to do something and I will do it twice and take pictures."

"In my defence, I was left unsupervised."

"Wow, can we pretend, for one second that you're not a complete douchbag?"

"Are we there yet?" "Get out." "We're going 55-miles and hour down the highway in the middle of nowhere." "Did I stutter?"

"You can't just sit there all day." "I've done it before. Never underestimate my ability to idle."

"Sorry, I spout out random facts when I'm nervous."

"I need to go de-stress." "Where are you going?" "To demolish the living room."

Smut

"My clothes look better on you than they do on me."

"I don't know your name, but you can share it with me, so I know what to scream this time."

"Shit I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I um should've knocked."

"Show me how you like to be touched."

"C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

"If we get caught I'm blaming you."

"Tell me what you're going to do to me."

"You keep saying "I hate you" but all I hear is fuck me."

"Give me a little show."

"All of this is for you."

"I'll be the best you've ever had."

"Your head between my thighs sounds so good right now."

"You look so hot in my clothes."

"I think we were a little too loud last night."

"You're more than just a one night stand."

"Now be a good girl for me."

"On your knees."

"That was the prettiest sound I've ever heard."

"I'd rather have your hands around my neck but the necklace will do."

"I see the gift I got you fits well."

"I need you to be quiet for me, okay?"

"Is this your first time?"

"I want you." "Then have me."

"I want you on top of me."

"You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like?"

"Just let me finish this paperwork and I swear I'll go down on you until you cum at least three times."

"Want some help with that?"

"I don't know what to do." "Let me teach you."

"Say my name again."

"Is this okay? Do you want this?"

[bitchin-beskar]

all he could do was watch

Rating: M

Warnings: Mentions of death, panic attacks, childhood trauma. Angst. I’m so sorry. 

Pairing: Pre-Din Djarin x Reader (no use of Y/N) 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EPISODE 14: THE TRAGEDY. IF Y’ALL HAVEN’T SEEN IT DON’T READ THIS FIC. That being said, I will be writing part 2 after tonight’s season finale, so be prepared. I cried writing this. I’m sorry. (No I’m not.)

Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment!! I love hearing what y’all think!!!

“Well, I guess this is it.”

You looked around at the strange stone formations, only partially paying attention as Mando rambled to Grogu.

“Does this look Jedi to you?”

You look at the way the stones are arranged, the carvings in the rock familiar to you even after all this time. Yet, you keep your mouth shut. Mando isn’t asking you, and even if he was, you’d lie to him. Just like you’ve lied to him every other time he’s asked about the Jedi. 

“I guess,” he grunts, setting Grogu down, “You sit right here. Okay. Here we go.”

Grogu babbles at the two of you, and Mando cocks his head. “This is the seeing stone. Are you seeing anything?”

A snort bursts free from your mouth before you can stop it, and you see Mando’s head swivel around to you, and you can feel the look of exasperation he’s giving you. 

Grogu babbles some more, and Mando turns back to him. “Or are they supposed to see you? Maybe there’s some kind of... control, or something.”

Grogu sees a little insect, and coos, reaching for it. Mando sighs, low and heavy. “Oh, come on, kid. Ahsoka told me all I had to do was get you here and you’d do the rest.”

The sound of thrusters suddenly reach your ears, and you jerk your head up in surprise and not a small amount of fear. You’re not that close to the ship, and you’re out in the open right now, and there’s not a lot of cover. 

“Time’s up, kid. We gotta get out of here.” You and Mando turn towards Grogu, and your eyes widen upon seeing him surrounded by a Force shield. “We don’t have time for this. We got to get–”

“Mando, no!” 

Your warning comes too late, and Mando is thrown back from Grogu, the shield blasting him back. You run to his side, helping him up from the dirt. 

“What the hell–” he grunts, movements jerky from being thrown sideways so violently. 

“It’s a Force shield,” you mutter, without thinking. “Nothing’s getting through that.”

Luckily, Mando doesn’t hear you, too focused on Grogu. He looks back and forth between the baby and where the ship had landed, clearly debating. 

“Stay here!” He barks at you. “I’ll see if I can buy him some time.” His helmet turns to Grogu. “Can you please hurry up?”

You’re left standing amongst the stone pillars, watching as Mando begins to make his way down the side of the mountain. Anxiously, you turn to Grogu. “Come on, kiddo. We can’t stay here right now.” You wish you could train the kid, but it’s been years since you used the Force, the warning your mentor and friend had given you at the beginning of the Purges still at the forefront of your mind. 

“Run, ad’ika. Run as far and as fast as you can. Order 66 commands us to kill all the Jedi. Don’t use the Force, and don’t get caught. Now go!” 

A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you remember the frantic hug, the desperate way Rex had gripped your shoulders as he shoved a small pack into your arms, eyes bright with terror as the sounds of his brethren slaughtering yours filled your ears. It had been the last time you’d seen the clone Captain. 

You’d listened to him, and you hadn’t used the Force, not for anything. Your lightsaber had been left in the Temple when you’d fled, so you’d trained with a staff instead, although Rex had made sure you knew your way around a blaster too. And for years, you’d lived, completely cut off from the Force, and it had been fine. You’d been fine. 

Until you met Mando and Grogu.

You’d recognized Grogu immediately. He’d been at the Temple, same as you. You rarely trained with him, since he was so much younger than you, but you’d known who he was. He didn't’ seem to recognize you, and you figured that was a good thing. The fewer people who knew of your past, the better. 

Mando had been cautious to take you on as a passenger, but he’d grown more comfortable around you in the ensuing months. You’d tried keeping your distance, knowing that the secret you were keeping could ruin everything, but somehow, Mando had wormed his way under your skin.

A sudden noise startled you, and you looked up, eyes widening when you saw the slight shadow of what looked to be a Star Destroyer in the atmosphere. Frantically glancing around, you realized Mando was nowhere in sight. 

You looked over to see Grogu still enclosed in the Force shield, and you made a split second decision. 

“Sorry buddy, I’ve gotta warn Mando. Stay here.”

Worriedly glancing at his still form once more, you began to follow the trail Mando had taken down the mountain, hurrying as fast as you could over the rocky terrain.

It took you a couple minutes, but you finally heard voices. They were arguing, but no blasters were being shot, so you hoped they weren’t enemies, or at least, they wouldn’t shoot you on sight.

The ground leveled out, and you broke into a run. Rounding the corner, you saw the back of Mando, and two people in front of him, although you couldn’t see who they were. 

“MANDO!” You yelled, trying to get his attention. “MANDO!” 

He whirled around, and you stumbled to a stop in front of him, gasping. “Mando, there’s a Star Destroyer here, we have to–” your frantic plea suddenly cut off as you noticed the man standing behind Mando, your throat closing up and you felt the blood drain out of your face. 

“Hey, hey, what is it?” Mando was shaking you, trying to get you to talk to him, but your eyes were glued to the man in the black cloak, unable to look away from the familiar face. “Cyar’ika, what’s wrong?” 

You sucked in a shaky breath, desperately trying to stop the tears in your eyes falling down your cheeks. “I–I, I don’t–” 

It was too much, the memories were too much, and suddenly you were back at the Temple, blaster-fire and smoke surrounding you as Rex begged you to leave so that you wouldn’t be killed. You were a scared little kid again, surrounded by death and destruction, and you couldn’t breathe–”

“Look at me!”

There were hands on your cheeks, and you blinked, the sounds of blasters and death cries fading into nothing as you stared into the dark visor of the Mandalorian. His gloved hands were cupping your cheeks keeping your face trained at him as he tried to get you to speak.

“Where’s the kid?”

That snapped you out of your downwards spiral, and suddenly a whole new panic took over your mind. 

“He’s still at the seeing stone, but there’s a Star Destroyer, he won’t be safe as soon as the shield comes down, we have to go–”

Mando begins to move, tugging you along as he runs back up the side of the mountain, jumping over rocks and bushes as he fights to get back to Grogu as quick as possible. You stumble along, telling yourself to ignore the man that shares Rex’s face, just focus on getting to the kid and then you can have your breakdown, later in the privacy of the Crest. 

When the two of you get back to the stone, you see Grogu still surrounded by the Force shield. Before you can stop him, Mando tries a second time to get to Grogu, but he gets thrown back again, this time knocking him out. 

“Shit,” you groan, rolling him onto his back as you shake his shoulders. “Dammit Mando, now is not the time for this, wake up!”

He sits up with a groan, grabbing your arms as he regains consciousness. You’re kneeling in front of him, one hand on his arm, the other cupping the side of his neck. He shifts, and you slowly help him stand. 

“Okay,” he murmurs, looking at Grogu before turning his head to stare at you. “I’m gonna protect you. Both of you. Just stay here.” He unsheathes his vibroblade, handing it to you. He doesn’t have many weapons on him, and you try to shove it back at him, but he forces your grasp around the hilt, fingers curling over yours as he presses it towards you. “I’ll be back soon.”

You stare into the visor, nodding slowly. He still doesn’t move, and for a moment you wonder what he’s doing when he slowly tilts his head forward, the cool beskar of his helmet resting against your forehead. He holds you there, one hand on your waist, the other wrapped around your fist as you clutch his vibroblade, his helmet pressing against yours in a gesture that feels way too intimate, but you don’t want it to stop. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” 

Though you don’t understand his words, they still send a shiver down your spine, the weight of them pressing heavy against your chest. 

“What does that mean?”

He sighs, finally pulling his head away from yours and standing back. “If we survive this, I’ll tell you.” 

With that, he turns, and you watch with a sinking heart as he begins the careful climb back down the mountain. You’ve got a bad feeling about all this, and you only hope that you both will come out the other side unscathed. 

A tiny whimper comes from behind you, and you whirl around, seeing the Force shield fade, and little Grogu slump over in exhaustion. Rushing over, you pick him up, cradling him in your arms.

“Brilliant timing, little one,” you mutter sarcastically, looking around nervously. “Just fantastic.”

The sound of blasters being fired and the cries of stormtroopers dying rang in your ears as you tried to get Grogu to wake up. But, apparently whatever he’d done on the seeing stone had completely sapped his energy. 

As the sounds of the firefight die down, you see something rapidly approaching. As it gets closer, you realize what they are. Dark Troopers. Fuck. Your vibroblade isn’t going to do shit against them.

There’s nowhere for you to run, nowhere for you to hide, they’re approaching too fast. They land in a circle around you, and you clutch Grogu tighter to your chest. They advance, and Grogu wakes up, immediately whimpering as he sees the Troopers marching steadily closer. You’re hyperventilating, head whipping back and forth, trying to find an escape. As one of them reaches for Grogu, you throw your hand out, as though to push them away. 

It’s sudden, the rush, the energy, and it takes you a moment, watching the Trooper fly backwards, for you to realize that you’ve just used the Force. Something brushes across your back and you whirl around, pushing out with the Force again, shoving the second Trooper away from you. 

Unfortunately, you’re not fast enough, and the other two are too quick, one of them yanking Grogu out of your arms, the other one wrapping it’s ‘arms’ around you, restricting you, and then you’re in the air. 

You struggle, but the grip is solid, and you can’t escape. You see Mando and the woman from earlier reach the stones as you’re rising away, and you can’t help the desperate cry that leaves your lips. 

“MANDO!” 

***

He reaches the seeing stone just in time to see two Dark Troopers taking off, one of them holding the Child, the other one restraining your struggling form. Without his jetpack, he’s stuck as a spectator to your abduction. He can see the tears on your cheeks, and he knows the exact moment you see him, because your mouth opens and a heartwrenching scream escapes your lips, calling desperately to him. 

He falls to his knees as your voice pierces his ears, screaming his name, screaming for him. And all he can do is watch. 

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[romeulusroy]

Enna!!! I can't believe you're at 5K!!!! What an amazing accomplishment-- you should be so proud!! I know you put so much work into this amazing blog, and you deserve every single follow and more.

I can't wait to see the ships that you come up with for people and I've been loving reading them so far, so I had to send one in!! Could I request an MCU (shows or movies) ship for another woman?

ajdfhakdjf I don't want to make this too long so I'm just gonna put down random facts like I usually do for these sorts of things?

ok personality things! I'm an INTJ, 8w7, Gryffindor. Aka a mess?

my favorite things about myself would probably be my creativity and my sense of humor

I'm lowkey insecure about just my personality in general? because I feel like I'm A Lot in person and definitely come across sometimes as like very eccentric or just plain confusing. like I'll just talk and talk about random shit forever and I have zero impulse control when I'm with friends. Also I'm insecure about my job right now because I'm the youngest on my team by several years and all of them are so much more advanced than me and I feel like I'm always struggling to keep up and meet their high expectations. And I feel like they see me as a kid which sucks

To be fair though, my work team was planning a (LEGAL) break-in the other day for a job and meeting to brainstorm ideas of how to con our way into the backrooms and I was like (in a meeting with my entire team and the big boss this is what I mean when i say I have no impulse control sometimes) "wait, what if we pretended to be from OSHA or the union? like you guys know that scene from Shrek 2 when he's infiltrating the fairy godmother's factory?" and then i mimicked shrek's "they don't even have dental" to nail home my point and AHHH why did i do that

Oooh I started playing piano again!! Which I didn't realize how much I missed

I really like going on little trips/adventures after work every day! like last night I went to a drag show, and tonight and tomorrow night I'm going walking around the city, and Saturday night I'm going to the drive-in!! it gives me something to look forward to every day and I love stepping out the door and not knowing what's going to happen that day lol

What trope are you? Forbidden Love 💕

You weren't supposed to fall for her. You weren't supposed to love or be loved. As far as anyone else was concerned, you and Yelena were nothing but weapons. Disposable. Your minds and body's didn't belong to you, but them, to Dreykov, for as long as you've known. You weren't sure how, or why, but you knew, despite all the hardships, the pain and loss, someone was looking out for you. Someone was protecting you, worrying about you, something had cracked that control. Not a lot, not too much to be noticed, but enough. That someone was Yelena. Neither of you had realized this, though, until you were both free. Until you could be yourselves. Maybe it wasn't until both your minds were clear had you realized the bond you shared went deeper than anything else, even that of the other Widows. You loved her, and she loved you. Nothing else in your lives would ever be that simple.

You and Yelena became friends as kids. Without her sister she was alone and scared. All of you were. You knew, whatever was going to happen, you had to stick together. You found her hand and never let go, careful not to let Dreykov see. You were the one who'd wake up in the middle of the night, hushing her bad dreams away. You would wipe her cheeks and promise her everything was going to be okay, distracting her with all the big dreams you had about getting out. Yelena clung to those memories in her darkest moments, even when you were apart. She was more than thankful for your kindness and your comfort. When you were finally free, you were inseparable. You still found her reaching out for you, seeking you. You seemed to he the only familiar face on the planet. It didn't take long for you to become an official couple.

You never cease to amaze her. Around you, Yelena never stops smiling. She loves you and your personality, how big and bold and so sincerely you you can be. She never says no to an adventure, no matter how small it may seem. Date nights can be as simple as grocery shopping or extravagant as hopping on a plane somewhere far away. As long as she's with you, she knows she's safe. She never wants you to feel insecure about anything, wishing you could see yourself the way she does. The way your eyes light up when you're struck with a sudden creative idea or how joyous and infectious your smile is when you've got the day planned ahead just the two of you. She never says so, but you know she adores your piano playing. Silently, she'll sit in the doorway and listen. It's those little moments you see just how soft she is, how delicate your love truly is. It reminds you why you fell in love with her all over again. . . .

~ I hope you like it Em!!! :D Xoxoxo💜💖💜💖💜💖💜

[flamingredanon]

The sound of gun shots rang through the corridors of the orbital station, that had been in space for a week or so. Everyone ran towards the sound, only to stop in shock as they saw Reginald on the ground, a bullet hole through his chest, and another bullet hole through his forehead.

Henry and Right ran towards his body. Tears streaming down their face. "No no no no NO!" Henry yelled out, Right sat in silence, as the body bled out, Dr V would no longer listen to them. So that wasn't an option. Reginald is dead.

More Toppats surrounded the area. Looking at the body, some were crying, others were filled with rage, a large portion of the Toppats were panicked. Whoever did that, was still on the ship, and they didn't know if it was a fellow Toppat or someone who got in without anyone noticing.

That question was answered sooner then anyone would expected, a person wearing a hoodie walked towards the body, some kind of shield around them. They took their hands out of their pocket and a gun, was now in view. It was made clear who did this. "You bastard!" Yelled Right has he stood up to try and attack. Before he could though the mystery person wrapped something around him and held him still, it was the same thing as the shield protecting the mystery man.

"I apologise for hurting your feelings, I guess, but it was needed to be done" . Henry stopped trying to free Right when he heard the person speak. Everyone stopped. The mystery person took off their hood, and everyone stared. "Reginald, but-" "that isn't me, it was some fake who took my place a long time ago. I've only gotten out of that cage she shoved me in recently. So I'm sorry I have no idea who you were" the person who looked like Reginald and has the same voice as Reginald, used some sort of dust, he sprinkled it on the body and it was revealed that magic was used to look different.

Reginald stopped and unwrapped Right before speaking again. "and I'm sorry, but the person you loved no longer exists. Sure we have the same name and look the same, but she was someone I'm not, she created the Reginald Copperbottom you know that I will never be." The real Reginald spoke now walking away from the body with a bullet piercing right through the face. "And no, I won't join your Toppat Clan or try to get to know you, I not joking when I say stay the hell away from me and we'll stay in somewhat good terms. I already don't like you Toppats very much, don't push anything and maybe won't have the urge to kill you all". Reginald smiled saying that, a bitter smile that made it very clear to Henry and Right that they wouldn't be close to the man who was apparently the real Reginald Copperbottom. Someone who was a stranger to them, no one knew what to do, this wasnt something that happened everyday. The real Reginald probably wouldn't answer questions either, so the Toppats were now stuck on what to do.

It had been a few days since everything happened. Right decided to burn off some anger by punching some Government dogs in the face and Henry tried to continue to lead the Toppats, but his mind was elsewhere, so Sven was put on temporary leadership for a few days.

Henry laid in his room and texted his dad, explaining everything that happened about Reginald not really being Reginald, and hoping that Terrence didn't think he was too crazy. A few minutes later Terrence called Henry and said "Do you know why that random witch disguised herself as Reginald?"

Henry was confused as hell because he never mentioned the duplicates original gender to his dad. Terrence continued speaking "Because you two knew the original Reginald, before the accident. She fed off yours and Right's memories when you two fell to Earth, creating the Reginald persona and taking advantage of your memory losses."

Henry was even more confused now, falling to Earth? Knowing the original Reginald? Memory loss? Henry asked his dad to elaborate because at this point, what was going on anymore. Terrence just told Henry that he would be at the station tonight and to bring Right, that he was going to unpack a shit ton of things.

---

So Henry and Right are sitting in Right's room as Terrence starts to explain things "Have you two ever noticed having strange abilities, like an odd control over the elements or the ability to stop time?" Henry and Right looked at each other before Right spoke "We have, it is kinda second nature for us."

Terrence crossed his arms and nodded his head before continuing "You two aren't from Earth, hell the real Reg, myself and Wilfy aren't from here. We all come from a world where magic is bountiful but a dark magical war is going on. Reginald was a magitech scientist trying to find a way to end the war, mainly to spend more time with the prince and his knight, but he was always too stubborn to ever talk about his love life publicly. Did he try the whole "don't get close to me or else" schtick with you two?"

Henry and Right only nodded as a fourth person flew into the room, locking the doors with that familiar sheet of magic. It was that Reginald again, now glaring at Terrence.

Terrence only shrugged as he continued, almost as if he was used to this Reginald's behavior "Listen Reginald, I understand you want to protect these two, you were always the protective one of the three, but my son and his knight need to know this, they need to remember who they are because those bastards are on Earth now."

Henry and Right continue to look at Terrence and this Reginald in confusion, not understanding anything. Reginald just sighed seeing their faces, he was always a sucker for the prince's sad blue eyes. "What his majesty is trying to say is this. Henry you are actually Prince Henry, son to King Terrence, and Right, you are actually the noble knight Wright, personal guard to Henry."

"The reason you two don't remember anything is because of an attack one day by the enemy Nrevog forces. Their top attacker, Charles the Unpredictable, had thrown you two at one of our light crystals with an odd spell, causing a bright light and for you two to disappear."

"We searched endlessly for you two, before finding out you two were thrown into Earth and without your memories, you two were separated, and given false guardians disguised as myself and the King."

"Sadly we were caught, and sealed away in those damn magical cages. His majesty got out and killed his fake, and as you saw, I killed mine as well. Sir Wilford is still in his cage, but on purpose because he is reporting what the enemy is doing back home."

Henry was looking down on the floor, the look of guilt filling his face as he spoke up "So we fell in love with a fake who was deceiving us? Was I so stupid to be fooled and probably-" Reginald lifted Henry's face with his hands, slightly squishing his cheeks "You and Right were not stupid in the slightest. You two lost your memories and the Nrevog forces took advantage of an opportunity. The fact that you two do remember your magic means everything is not lost."

Reginald saw Henry's face get red and quickly stood back up before rubbing his moustache and looking at Terrence "Your majesty, I suggest we take our leave and find somewhere not riddled with the magic stealers that caused this whole incident in the first place. Don't worry you two, we will explain everything else soon and get us all back home."

Before Reginald undid his lock, he quickly turned around and asked "Was the "Supreme Dominance" built on this thing?" Henry nods his head as a smile formed on both Reginald and Terrence's faces. "Take us to it, and we can get home sooner then that."

Henry and Right had heard quite the tale, and in any other circumstances, they wouldn't be trusting these two after hearing all that. But they had magic, just like Reginald and possibly Terrence did, while no one else on Earth did. And the Toppats had a huge collection of strange treasures that were almost like they weren't from here.

So Henry and Right led the way to the area Supreme Dominance was at, and could only guess at what crazy things could happen next.

[charmed-asylum]

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 , Chapter 1

Summary: Rosary Woods used to spend her summers in Hawkins. Now years later with untimely death of her father, she sent to live with her grandparents. Coming back to a place that use to give her pleasant memories but now full with dark secrets she hopes never see daylight. Her plan was simple easy till one night she finds a drunk boy full of curls and after life never the same.

FYI: This is my 1st fanfic. I do have dyslexia so if something wrong let me know. If you like it let me know same if you don’t. #Foodie be out this week too. ** Side note I’m looking for some talent ** tag list open

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓈𝓉

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How the hell did all this happened. How the FUCK this happen. How did I end up alone on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere? Cold as hell with a runny nose from my tears and sharp pain of betrayal. I know now. It all started a couple of months ago. When I was tossed into this hickory town. Where one night find a stupid blue eyes boy drunk out his mind. With your stupid Mother, Mary's attitude had to help him. Now that drunk piece of shit made you fall for him to drop kick you in a small amount of a few months.

My brown eyes fill with glittery tears, tried to think back on every step that lead me here what was it? What did I do wrong? What I would do to go back to that night in October. Go back to that day I met that boy that came out of nowhere and changed my life

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The fall air left a warm scent as I walk out the greyhound in my short denim overalls with a plain white short-sleeved shirt and black and white converses with black laces. My long midnight black wavy hair dancing with the wind with my red heart shades on, taking my around at my surroundings. Even though I have been here many times, this was the first time I came that wasn’t summer visits.

Those had an arrival and departure two way this time though was a one way. It was a lot different than home, Florida. It’s always sunny and things to do unlike here. Flipping my cassette player back on I walk over to the rusted metal benches and wait for my ride. I didn’t want to be here. However, when you have no other choice what can you do. My life stuffed in my dad's old beat-up army bag. I lend back hoping this was a dream and I wake up home with my dad not here. I didn’t hate here I just hate why I’m here. The two-day bus rides a dread and didn't help. Still, I’m stuck with nothing to do but cruise under the radar till graduation. Toss the cap in the air and by the time it's back in my hands I have another ticket to somewhere else.

I gentle tap took me out from my inner monologue into reality. An older woman in her 60s with short curly golden frost hair bright red lipstick that got bit on her front tooth in a flower print long dress. In all, she was the fifth unseen golden girl or what I know her as grams.

“‘HELLO ROSARY. You hear me call for you over there by the car” Grams shouts into my ear. Looking up at her I smile and move my bag out the way to hug her tight.

“ Sorry, the meds got me all out of it. Hi, grams it good to see you” I said holding onto the strap of my bag. She gave me a nod and kiss my cheek leaving an imprint.

“ Oh shut I forgot. Sorry, we couldn’t get your flights no airport close by. Sweetie. Grab your bag we can go home” Grams says walking and talking to the car. Tucking my shades in my pocket I follow her music still playing in my ears.

“ Where Papa at,” I asked looking out the window.

“ Oh, he at the diner checking on things. But he will be back by dinner. I sign you up for school. You start tomorrow. Your car will be ship here in two weeks so the bus to school till then” Grams said pulling up to the house. “ Look, honey. I know things have been hard the last few months but coming here can be your fresh start. So it’s up to you what you do. Stay sane try to be different better you dear” Grams said getting out of the car. Simply put it don’t fuck up this time.

“ Yes. Ma’am. I’m gonna the perfect granddaughter” I said with a eat shit grin.

“Don’t do that it’s tacky. I did not mean what I said that way sweetie. Huh lord, I need my soaps. Drop your stuff in your room” Grams said walking into the house.

My room more like a guest room. They tried though I give them that the last time I been here was years ago when I was 11. Then after that was with my dad across seas. By then the damage was done. Walls were eggshell white with a few pictures of me by dad and them that set on the wall by the window. The bed was against the wall with a small glass nightstand with a trunk in front. Probably the same one my dad had when he was my age. The small closet across the bed and an old oakwood dresser. This will do I’m sure in no time she can make it homie. I push my hand on the bed testing out the string a bit. This is my life now. Better just get used to it. Anger bubble deep in my chest as it slowly starts to hit me. This is a life I don't want. I wanted the life I had before one that was far from perfect but he was there. I toss my bag beside me with a bit of force and scream into my hands.

It took no time till I was done. I change up the pictures and some more on my dresser. A few things on the nightstand then to top it off my mint condition organized record collection in a purple crat that sat beside my dad's 1960s Gibson Hummingbird Fixed Bridge acoustic guitar.

“ So you all done. It’s not much but we go somewhere someday. Sorry, papa wasn’t here. After Benny passed away our place been the hot spot. Back to the glory days, he says” Grams said with a chuckle. I sat down beside her legs cross under me and started to flip through Good Housekeeping

“ So Benny no more. Anything else happens since I have been here last” I asked getting comfortable.

“Let's see. That Will kid you babysit a few times went miss for a week or so. Last year. And that’s about it. I don’t pay much attention to those things. Papa and I are going to bible study tonight. I know you not up to it this week. So you don’t have to go but I am looking forward to next week” Grams said. I ruffled my hand into my deep chocolate hair and nod yes.

“ I would love that. Thank you. That reminds me. I have to fill up on my pain killers. If it’s not much to ask can you please take me one day this week? Or may I go into town myself” I asked taking out my pill bottle?

Still, months later the pain reminds the same. Even the memories still were in tack as if it happened minutes ago. A tear rolled down my face just reliving it. Grams hold me tight smoothing me and rubbing my back as I let out a heavy cry. My dainty finger claw into her shoulder blade as tight as possible. I didn’t hate that I was here I just hate the why.

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DADDY!!” I shout out. My body was soaked with a cold sweat and tears still running down my cheeks. Too weak to even move, I bend over cup my hands into my face, and scream.

Always the nightmares. Always the same two each night. Back home I would find a party or smoke or wave to ride but here. NOTHING. I promise a new me I remind myself. One that is not set to explode any second. One that took all their demons and bury it in the deepest hole. This me doesn’t let them loose but keep them hidden tight. That won’t break and burn everything she touches. This me be gentle, kind, and read the Bible instead of throwing my fist. I promise my father that even my estranged grandparents will be better.

After a good pity party, I decided to stay wasn’t gonna help me. I needed to out. I toss on some navy blue gym shorts pull down my Scooby-Doo t-shirt, which was getting a little bit smaller than last time I warn it years ago, decided for a walk.

Grams and Papa came back from church just after 11. Just missing the kids trick or treating. I stay back gave an empty smile say hello few folks who came by or heard over the rumor mill I was back. None who I really care about. The clock blink, 3:00. The cool breeze comforts me like a blanket over my shoulders. Music played close to mute. I thought about it all. If he at peace would I see him again. Could I make it to June in this town?

Far ahead of me on my way back, I saw a figure laying on the crisp grass. After the stories, Grams told me I wonder if it was anything important. As I got closer I saw an outline of a person. I stop and slow my walking this time with caution. Till I was right beside him. He was rocking back and forth humming some song no shirt tight-ass pants and hair messy with no shoes. This boy diffidently was fucking or having a good time. Part of me envies him and that freedom. Another knew it was because even if I don’t say it out loud he beautiful mess. Totally my type and that what it got tricky he was a reminder of the past I was hoping to leave behind. Flipping my hair out my face I got down to eye level and gently touch him.

“ Hey Hey you alright, “ I asked shaking him a bit.

He looks up and grins at me with a sleepy doozy grin. His eyes sparkle in the night sky and for a second I forgot he was drunk. My stomach did this thing I only ever felt a few times before. Back when I was happy. I shook my head and look around for help or at less to see if he drove or had friends. No luck. Part of me thought it be best to leave but then I saw it. Right below his eyes the old bruise and cuts. My jaw tightened till it clicks.

“ Mommy. Mommy” he said touching my face. I felt the cold touch of his ring against my lips. I tap it to the side and wrap his arm around me to get him up. Praying to God he, not a psycho, or I will regret this. He started to kiss my neck all while calling me mommy. Kinky mother fucker

“ Yeah Hot Wheels, not your mommy come on almost there,” I said helping him back home. He giggles and tried to be a handy hand reaching my hip and butt.

“ Holy shit your you are your a doll baby” he slurred into my ear.

Praying any god’s that my grandparents don’t wake up to him almost knocking everything down. I put my hand to his mouth and a finger to mine so he shut up. On the first day of this new me, I’m playing babysitting to a drunk man child. With ease, I toss him on my bed. He cuddles with one of my pillows squeezing my old grumpy carebear and drifts to sleep. I waited a second before I went and made my own special hangover shake and a bucket for the morning. Taking more time time to clean his face a bit and hand as gentle as I could. Time blink at 3:58, I sat on the floor against my dresser and watch him sleep. Wondering if a boy like that had nightmares too.

I woke up two hours later. Still on the floor face left with a carpet imprint. The boy from this morning now turns over to the other side against the wall sound asleep. I got up from my spot on wobbly legs grab some things and head to the bathroom.

As the cold water hit my face I kept thinking about before till the face of baby blue came into mine. His eyes look like way mine when I look into the mirror and it puzzles me. Never have I found someone else that had the same eyes as mine. Apart from me wonder what was behind those eyes. I shack it off as I dry my hair. If the boy's eyes look like mine then that means on things, his demons were just as bad. I change into tacky stuck in time uniform and walk back deep in thoughts when I stop. The boy was gone. I rush out of my room almost tripping over my own foot, empty. Nothing change in my room just the note. It wasn’t till I sat and smell the faint scent of cologne and cigarettes. It wasn’t a dream he was real. I laugh at myself there no way I will be seeing him again.

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He couldn’t remember much just that her face was half cover by her loose curly hair that shines against the streetlight. The innocent big brown eyes that went with a sugar-sweet smile. Even though she was nowhere close to his mom. He couldn’t help but think about her. He never saw someone that beautiful before. Holding on to her tight sniff her in, honey and vanilla. He wanted to stare at her as long as he could but as soon as he hit the twin size bed he was out.

“Fuck am I” he hissed holding his head trying to think what happened last night. Last he remembered was making out with some blonde at the Halloween party or was it sex. His eyes look at the cup and bucket. Brown eye. He slowly picks up the note and read it:

Sleepy Head, First off we did not have sex and no I don’t know you. What I can tell you is this you were drunk and laying on someone's lawn alone. I live on Church street and Maple Lane. If it’s before 6 and your reading this back door

He laughs at the note and put it back where he found it. It was still early Neil wouldn’t be awake if he left now. He thought maybe he leave a thank you but it decided against it. He promised himself no attachment just to graduate, save up, and leave. No room for nothing else. Before he left he heard noises from the bathroom. Sound like a peaceful lullaby. Inching close he peaks in to see a figure from behind the curtain. Shaking his head he slips out and all his Mary way her black and white Adidas flip flops whistling her lullaby.

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Safe Haven 9 + 10

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC Setting: After the end of ‘TMR - Death Cure’ Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful. In parts 9 and 10 we learn why Kasey doesn't think Thomas is right for her and and someone returns... Warnings:  smut/sex/porn (in some chapters), swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, 18+ readers only Credits: TMR-Characters don’t belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. Face claims: Blake Lively, Parker Hurley, Lupita Nyong'o, Taylor Momsen. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I’m going to remove the pictures. Beta by the wonderful  @hell1129-blog​  Thanks for your support! xo

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9

When Kasey was lying in her bed that night she was so confused it made her feel dizzy. She just couldn't stop thinking about Thomas. Not only after tonight. It had been like this for weeks now - every single night. Since the night he'd made her omelet and Cupid's arrow had aimed for her heart.

After meeting him for the first time at the beach she had considered him to be nothing but a himbo. A handsome face and a lame brain. But she'd soon realized he was so much more. A smart guy, very mature for his age, sensitive, caring and loyal to a fault. He had this very thoughtful, emotional, brooding side, still hurting from all the tough shit that had happened to him, but he also was a flirt, funny and full of ideas, making Kasey laugh all the time with his silly jokes and stories. And they shared not only their sense of humor but the view on life, having the same values, the same visions. It took him only a few days to conquer her heart by storm and to make her realize that she was seriously in love with him.

It wasn't the first time since Cole had died, that she felt something for another man. There had been a little flirt going on with Parker for a few weeks before their missions had started. It had been close to getting physical but being the responsible and sensible man he just was, Parker wanted them to wait before dating and going further than flirting till they both were back safe and sound. But she didn't think about dating Parker anymore, she only wanted to be with Thomas. At least till the day she had an enlightening conversation with Sam. Sam was in her early twenties, a very pretty woman with a breathtakingly curvy body, part of the nursing team and not really a friend but someone Kasey liked to be around and to have a little chat with.

"So you work with Thomas now, don't you?" Sam asked her one day, when they were doing their laundry in the laundry shack. 

"Yes, I do. He helps me with the library."

"Lucky you."

"Umm...yes. He's nice." 

"Nice? He's hot. And he's a good fuck."

"Excuse me?" Kasey said, her eyebrows shooting up. 

Sam laughed. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to shock you, but he is." she gave her a wink. "I mean just in case you're in need of something physical, he's your guy. He's easy to have and he won't be a pain in the ass afterwards."

"Really?" Kasey said, feeling very uncomfortable about the direction this conversation was taking.

"Yeah. No strings attached. Never. He doesn't do relationships."

"Oh." was all she was able to say.

"Yeah. Got his heart broken when his girlfriend died, poor boy." 

"Teresa?"

"Yeah, I think so. He was with Anne for a few weeks after he came here. She was his first...you know what I mean..." Sam smirked. "But Anne ditched him because she found him boring and since then he's just screwing around. Flirting like crazy and jumping anything with a heartbeat and boobs. Has broken a few hearts but it was the bitches own fault. He never promises anything but one night of good fun."

"And you? Did you sleep with him?" 

"Yes, and it was great. He knows how to satisfy a woman. Lasts very long. Great package too. You should give it a try, Kay." 

"Nah..." Kasey said, nausea rising in her stomach. "Not interested."

"Still waiting for Parker to return?"

"Yeah, something like that." Kasey mumbled, feeling her hopes crumble to dust.

That was the day she'd buried her feelings for Thomas deep inside her heart, locking them in and throwing away the key, refusing to think of him as more than a friend anymore. She didn't change her behaviour towards him, not wanting him to realize something was different. It wasn't his fault that she was stupid enough to fall in love with a man his friends called Casanova.

By day her self-deceit worked just fine but by night her body betrayed her. The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak and so almost every night after a lot of tossing and turning, her thoughts circling around him, she had those very steamy dreams.  From secretly watching Thomas jerk off in the shower or getting eaten out by him at the beach under a sky full of stars to getting fucked by him hard from behind, bent over a table in the library....all this and more they did in her dreams and it left her so horny in the morning it almost physically hurt. 

But she still managed to pretend she was getting over him. At least till he'd kissed her, till she'd kissed him back. Feeling him so close, his lips on hers, their tongues touching, his hands on her skin...it had brought it all back and there was no point in denying it anymore. She loved him.

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The next morning, when Thomas entered the library for work he was a nervous wreck. Thinking about the conversation he was going to have with Kasey scared the fuck out of him.

She was already there, going through a pile of books, looking tired. Thomas assumed she'd got as much sleep as he did last night, meaning almost none.

"Good morning." he said with a shy smile.

"Good morning." she answered, avoiding his gaze. "How are you?"

"Well...to be honest...not so good..."

"Of course. I'm sorry." Kasey looked down on her shoes, kicking invisible little stones away.

"So we better start working, huh? There's a lot to do." she turned around, concentrating on the books again.

"Kasey..." Thomas stepped closer, touching her shoulder to make her look at him. "We need to talk about last night, don't you think?"

She turned around, facing him, looking him in the eyes for a short moment. 

"I said all I had to say last night, Tommy." her voice was weak.

"But I didn't." He swallowed heavily before clearing his throat. Standing so close to her didn't help so he took a little step back, giving her some space. She immediately crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively.

"Kay! Tommy!" they suddenly heard Vince shouting before he came storming into the hut.

"Guys...quick...to the beach." he said, leaning against the door frame out of breath. "They're back!"

"What? Vince, what are you talking about?" Kasey asked dumbfounded.

"It's Parker, hon. Parker's coming home."

Fuck, was all Thomas could think.

Jogging down the way to the beach they heard the ship tooting it's horn several times before even seeing it. When they arrived, half the camp was already gathered on the shore, cheering and waving. Vince and Kasey went down to the beach where Marjorie, Quincy and even Carson were waiting for them. Joe was standing in the water knees deep, awaiting the dink with Parker and his crew in it. Thomas joined his friends who were standing on a little dune to have a good view on the spectacle.

Minho grabbed him by the arm, dragging him right beside him. "And?" he whispered. "Did you talk to her?" Thomas just shook his head, frustration clearly written all over his face. "Shit." Minho said. "Yeah...we were interrupted by Vince..." 

"Hey guys, you miss the show." Gally pointed at the beach. "Here comes the man of the hour." 

Thomas turned around, watching the guy who had to be Parker Higgins jump off the little boat hugging Joe tightly. Wading ashore he was all smiles, waving at the cheering crowd. He embraced all of his friends one after another and when it was Kasey's turn, for a terribly long moment Thomas thought he was going to kiss her, but to his big relief he just hugged her as warmly as the others, although pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Wow...look at him. What a snack." Harriet, a very pretty brunette with long dreadlocks said with a smirk. She and Sonja were Aris' best friends, watching over him with vigilance like big sisters. "Snack? He's the whole damn meal! What a hottie." Sonja raised one eyebrow, licking her lips.

"Oh come on, girls. He's not that handsome." Thomas groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, he is." Brenda answered back dryly.

"What the fuck, baby. Are you kidding me?" Frypan stared at his girlfriend flabbergasted.

"Sorry, babe. Of course not as handsome as you." Brenda cooed, kissing him on the lips. Frypan smiled, returning the kiss with feverish passion, causing Jorge to frown and Aris to nudge them. "Guys...get a room." he laughed and everybody but Thomas joined in.

Down at the beach Kasey still couldn't believe Parker was back. But there he was, in all his greek-god-like perfection, wearing nothing but cargo shorts, hanging low on his hips, showing off his v-muscles. His toned body was suntanned, his wavy wheat-blonde hair a sexy mess, his handsome face beaming with happiness.

"So, how's everybody doing?" he asked, not even waiting for an answer before dragging his friends into a group hug. "God, I missed you guys so much."

"We missed you too, Higgins." Marjorie said smiling. "We almost started to think you cleared out, living on a lonely hidden island with your little harem now." she added with a smirk, nodding at his all-female crew, Janine, Cara and Sloane, three of the strongest and toughest women, Kasey had ever met.

Sloane started laughing. "Fuck, Marge. You know even Parker isn't man enough to keep us satisfied all on his own."

"Hey! You better not challenge me." Parker grinned, turning to Vince then. "So we're gonna need some help with unloading the ship, we have tons of stuff on the old lady."

"You should have sent me a radio message, Parker." Vince said with a frown. "We're not really prepared for your return."

"Oh come on, man. You know I love a big entrance." his charming smile was disarming. 

"Sure." Vince laughed. "We'll find a solution. But first let me introduce you to the WCKD kids."

"Aren't they all WCKD kids?" Parker asked, spreading his arms, turning around to all the spectators behind them.

"I'm talking about Thomas and his friends."

Vince scanned the beach, searching for them. "There they are. Let's go meet them."

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"They're coming our way." Sonja said, adjusting her clothes and her long blonde hair quickly, a determined look on her sweet face. "He's mine, sisters."

"You better stop drooling, sweetie. I'm sorry, but there are rumours going round that Parker and Kasey are a thing." Harriet asked to consider.

"They're not." Thomas threw in, his voice surprisingly sharp.

"How do you of all people know that?" Harriet wanted to know.

Thomas just shrugged, trying to play it off, knowing his jealousy would be showing if he said another word.

He was saved by Joe who was calling them.

"Come down here guys, we wanna introduce you."

They climbed down the dune gathering around Joe and the others.

"Hi, I'm Parker." Parker introduced himself, a million dollar smile on his attractive face and Thomas felt the urgent need to punch him on his perfect nose.

"And here we have my badass crew: Sloane, Cara and Janine." The three women waved in unison, greeting them with a short nod.

Minho nudged Thomas discreetly to make him introduce their group too. He took a step forward, clearing his throat. 

"Good to meet you guys." he said, managing to fake a smile. "My name's Thomas and these are my friends Minho, Gally, Frypan, Brenda, Jorge, Aris, Harriet and Sonja."

They exchanged their hellos and did some smalltalk about how the mission had been and how things were going in the camp. Thomas let the others carry on and stepped back trying to get a little closer to Kasey who was standing besides Quincy, unusually quiet.

She noticed him and gave him a sheepish smile. "You okay?" Thomas mouthed, trying not to interrupt the current conversation between Cara and Carson who were talking shop about something Thomas not even roughly understood. 

She nodded, her smile genuine now, which helped Thomas relax immediately. "You?" she mouthed back. He gave her a "thumb to the side", wiggling his hand indecisively, nodding in Parker's direction, mimicking his thousand-watt-smile which made Kasey laugh and Thomas' heart skip a beat.

"So what are we gonna do about the cargo now." Vince's full dark voice interrupted the lively chit-chat.

"My team can help unload." Gally said.

"Mine too." That was Minho.

"My team can take care of the transport from the beach to the storehouse." Jorge offered.

"I'm gonna take care you're not gonna starve." Fry said with a big grin.

"My team wants to help too." Kasey said. "It's just Thomas and me but we can carry things around and lend a hand when needed."

"Wait..." Parker said, a mischievous smile on his lips. "You really found someone who's as crazy about books as you? So you and kiddo are team bookworm now, princess?" he placed an arm around her shoulder, dragging her into a side hug which made her blush. Princess? Kiddo? Thomas thought, feeling anger rise in his chest. What the fuck... asshole. 

"Fuck you, Parker." Kasey said laughing, slapping him on the arm.

He leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear. "I'd rather let you do this, Kay."  Unfortunately he whispered not quietly enough to conceal his words from Thomas who was standing right beside them, almost dying from jealousy.

"Are you done flirting now, man?" Joe interrupted them, obviously a little annoyed. "We have a job to do."

"Sure." Parker said, giving Kasey one last wink.

On their lunch break after a morning full of hard work they all sat at the beach together, enjoying Frypan's delicious chili and freshly-baked bread. Thomas was sitting with his friends but he kept on looking at Kasey, giving her little smiles, that she returned. A funny wordless dialogue unfolded between them, just composed of glances, winks, gestures and facial expressions, brightening up her day and once again it became clear to her, why she loved this man so much. The thought caused a stinging pain in her chest, reminding her of the fact that she couldn't have him. Wouldn't have him. For reasons she couldn't really remember in moments like this, when he confused her brain with all his adorable dorky perfection.

"Mind if I join you?" Parker didn't wait for an answer before sitting down next to Kasey, ending her little telepathic conversation with Thomas. He looked tired and exhausted, although Kasey knew he would never admit it. He took a bite of a big piece of bread and a sip of water before turning to her. "It's good to see you again, Kay. I really missed you." His smile was genuine and warm.

"We missed you too, Parker. You and the girls. I'm happy you made it back in one piece."

"Well, I owe you a date, so I had a very good motivation to stay alive." he looked her in the eyes, his smirk flirtatious now. "And I really hope you missed me a little more than the rest of my crew." 

"Yes, of course." 

"Good." Parker gave her one of these winks that used to do things to her, that used to make her want him badly, but on this morning it was nothing more than a wink. A wink she returned without feeling it.

"Joe said you're making good progress with the library. You and that boy...what's his name again?"

"The name's Thomas and he's not a boy, Parker." Kasey said with a frown. 

"He's not really a man either, is he? More like a pup." Parker teased her with a grin.

"Well, he was man enough to survive the maze trials, the scorch and the breakdown of the last city. Not to mention that he freed Minho from the WCKD headquarters." Kasey snapped.  

"All right, all right,Kay...no need to get mad at me, I'm just teasing you." he raised his hands defensively, a surprised frown on his face.

"Yeah...sure. Sorry. I didn't mean to snap, Parks. It's just...Tommy's been through a lot, he's anything but a greenhorn and he deserves some respect."

"Ok, I'll remember that, princess. I promise."

He gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, making her laugh.

"So about that date..." Parker said looking at her expectantly.

"Right...." Kasey replied hesitantly, clearing her throat. She knew she owed him at least one dinner to tell him that things had changed over the last few weeks. That she didn't feel the way about him, she'd felt 9 months ago. That she wouldn't date him.

"I think lunch break's over." Parker interrupted her thoughts, looking around, noticing everybody was about to return to work. "Why don't you come over to my place tonight? Let's have dinner together and talk unhurriedly. Let's call it our first date. What do you think?"

"Sure. I'll be there." Kasey answered, feeling her heart sink.

When Thomas made his next try to talk to her alone later this afternoon, he found Kasey at the beach with the dink, fumbling on a thick rope she was trying to untangle, lost in thought. It was the first time since hours that they weren't surrounded by dozens of people and so Thomas took his courage in both hands and approached her.

"Hey Kasey." 

"Thomas." she hardly managed to smile.

"What's up? You look downcast."

"No, I'm fine...just untangling this fucking rope." she said, throwing it away angrily.

Thomas caught it, starting to unravel it without problems. He handed it back to her, cocking his head, knowing exactly that something was off but he didn't want to pry.

"Thanks, Tommy." She looked at him and there was something in her eyes he couldn't quite read. 

"Listen, Kay. About last night, there's something I need to tell you."

"Yes?"

"Yes." he cleared his throat. "I should have told you last night, but when Quincy joined us..."

"Speaking of which..." Kasey interrupted him, pointing to the dunes where Quincy was coming down the path together with Joe and Carson.

Thomas took a deep breath, trying not to curse.

"Well, maybe this is bad timing. Why don't we meet at the library to talk later? When we're done here."

" I'm sorry, Timber, but I can't. Parker's invited me over for dinner...." she pressed her lips together, looking at him remorsefully. "I see..." he answered flatly, not even trying to hide his disappointment.

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{𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽-𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓹 & 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭 4 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼😂. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵. 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂✌🏾 𝔁}

His fingertips danced along your spine following the golden sunlight against your umber skin. While you laid next to him softly placing kisses to his shoulder and chest.

You smiled to yourself remembering how damn near perfect last night was. He didn't ask anything of you after giving you one of the most mind blowing orgasms of your life.

He just cuddled you almost swaying you as you fell asleep nestled against his side. 

You felt him toss and turn until you wrapped your arms around him. Although he's never admit to being a little spoon.

"Damn, it must really be paradise here. 'Cause it can't get more perfect than this. I haven't slept all night like that in a long time." He says lowly his voice slightly raspy and deeper from the tiredness lingering. 

"I mean besides the morning breath. Whew yours is kicking." You say to him jokingly before he scoops you closer into his arms and kisses all over your neck. 

"Come shower with me then?" He proposed, already halfway out of the bed. 

After grabbing your things you headed towards the large bathtub with him. It was absolutely breathtaking and you still couldn't imagine how you pulled off getting a ticket for this luxurious cruise. 

"What's on your mind? " He asks while pulling you closer to rest against him. His warm wet hands soothing over the kinks in your back. 

"Just thinking of how quickly everything has moved. First it was the breakup and then getting the position I've always wanted. And coming on this cruise and finally reuniting with you. It has just been a world wind of emotions. But as corny as it is. I'm glad that I'm with you right now." You say quietly before looking up at him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

"You still got them same ass big brown eyes. The kind you can't forget if you tried to. I never really gotta chance to say I'm sorry. I ain't mean to take off like that. I had some things that I had to take care of back then. Things that I'm still taking care of now. Things that I wanna tell you about but I feel like that's too much too soon." He says never once breaking eye contact with you as he chose his words carefully. 

You eyed him for a moment wondering what changed with him when he left. You wanted to question the scars that carried ghosts of his past etched across his skin or to ask him why he trembled when you held him last night. But you settled on a gentle kiss to his chest.

" All that matters right now is that you're safe. In time maybe you'll comfortable enough to tell me all about it. I believe that everybody's gotta past. It's alright" You soothe him and you can feel him for once relax against the bathtub. 

You slowly glide your hand down his body to stroke him softly. 

You noticed that eye contact is a big thing for him as you watch him melt under your gaze and touch. 

You pump him slowly as you rest your forehead against his and press a kiss to his lips. 

You sink down onto him slowly. Taking a moment to work him in fully before working all the way up and back down again to find a rhythm. "I'm glad that I'm here with you." You repeat against his lips as you slowly start to ride him. 

At first he just holds onto you as if you're going to float away. He's kissing every part of you that he can touch before burying his face in your breasts as you hold his head against you. You maneuvered lower so that he can tug teasingly on the right nipple then the left. 

Your hand smacks against the the outside of the bathtub as a kneejerk reaction to him beginning to fuck you back. His hand gripping onto your right hip tighter as he angles you slightly and drives into you at a new angle. 

"Eriiikkkk. Right there. Right there. Keep going baby-" You whine into his mouth as you find the right rhythm between the two of you.

You roll your hips down while he's giving deeper strokes into you from below. 

"You close huh? Don't run from it. Come on. Don't hold shit back from me." He demands as he grips your left hip harder holding you into place as he pounds into you and uses his other hand to massage your clit. 

That one last stroke had your arching your back into him and he took the opportunity to latch onto your nipple again nibbling it as he strokes you through your orgasm not stopping the rhythm between lightning fast strokes and then rolling his hips. 

You squeal as you hold onto his shoulders and bounce yourself through it before falling forward into him. 

"Nuh uh. Don't hold back neither. Give me that shit. You're hard as a fucking brick for me. I know you wanna cum. C'mon bae." You tease you whine your hips fluidly against him teasing him up and down you. 

He groans loudly and squeezes your cheeks hard holding you against him as his head rolls back and you grip his beard for him to look at you.

"Please, cum for me." You whisper to him as you feel him throbbing and pulsing ready to spill over for you he leans up and leave kisses down your neck before biting onto your shoulder hard as his stomach clenches and he releases for you.

"Goooddd. So good for me. " You moan praising him for giving you what you wanted.

After showering for real this time he left you to do your makeup and pick out an outfit for the day.

"I don't know how I feel about this look. I mean we're supposed to dock in like an hour and go sightseeing . And I'm late. I was supposed to meet the girls for breakfast. 10 minutes ago. So, this is good?" You say to Erik showing him the cherry red sleeveless dress that draped off over your back with a slit up the thigh.

It was the perfect shade to make your bronze skin pop along with the matching red lipstick and a simple winged liner.

You leaned your weight to one hip and smoothed out the dress smiling to yourself for a second as you watch him eyeing you up and down.

"You look so damn fine. I wanna spend all day in bed with you but these niggas tryna go snorkeling and shit." He says to you as you shake your head while laughing at him. 

"That sounds fun though. I think we're gonna hit up all the major food spots and tourist-y things we can today. But I'll meet up with you tonight. Gimme kiss." You say to him before you both head out. 

On your way to the elevator you finally check your phone and see all the missed calls and texts from Derrick. 'Shit.' was your only thought as you scrolled through them. 

"I'm not gonna apologize cause I'm grown. I can do whatever with whoever I wanna do it with. But I didn't mean for you to hear all of that. I must've called you by accident last night." You say to him as he answers the phone.

"So are we even now?" Is the only thing he asks as you shake your head at how unbelievable he is.

"Not even close. Look I've gotta go. I just wanted to call and clear the air so that you don't think this was something planned to "get back at you "." 

"To be honest I deserve more than an accidental call. I'm sorry. I really am. I know that I fucked up a good thing. I hope that someday we can at least go back to being friends." He says and for a moment you wanna believe that that's possible.

"Friends don't do that to each other Derrick. Like I said I just wanted to clear the air. I gotta go." You say hanging up quickly once you make it to the cute little cafe on the second floor of the ship.

You take a deep breath in before walking in and over to the table where your friends already eating and cackling about something. 

"Good morning y'all. I- I overslept." You say to them with a small smirk while sitting down.

"BITCHHHHH. Yo ass got good dick glow written all over you. That birth control was doing its job this morning! " Khadijah laughs as you throw an orange slice her way.

"Sebastian wasn't it though. 2 words. Chicken Nugggeeeettt. He's sweet as gold and we have so much in common but like y'all. " Khadi adds 

"UH UUHHH. Girl, and he was talking big game and ended up whipping out the shrimp?" Tasha says to Khadi in disbelief 

"Good morning. It looks like you had fun last night. Here we ordered you shrimp and grits and we're gonna need the full run down. So here" Tasha says as she puts the breakfast platter on your side of the table and Lynelle leans in closer. 

"Shush like you and Tasha's bag wasn't buzzing its way through TSA. Y'all I ain't even gon lie. Mans ate the soul clean outta my body. I was shaking and shit. I thought I was bout to morph into something. I'm like girl is this the moment where I turn into a Demogorgon. And then he just like held me and that kinda intimacy I hadn't felt in so long. Everything was going good. Morning sex was bomb...But then the gag is i must've accidentally called Derrick right before that cause he heard everything." You say and then watch Tasha , Khadi, and Lynelle cut up.

Tasha was clapping and laughing as Tasha and Lynelle tried to hold it in before laughing until the point of tears. 

"Wait , wait I'm hollering." Tasha yells 

You set there with your arms crossed before cracking into a giggle of your own.

"I don't know why I felt bad. But I did after I found out what happened. Is that weird?" You ask as you push the food around the plate. 

"As a psychologist, I want to say something profound like. Dopamine causes us to try and find the love object, hence why we spend days thinking about the other person. It’s for this very reason that it can be so incredibly hard for us to move on to a relationship with someone else. We tend to idealize our exes and distort the memories we have with them. We romanticise the reality and forge an idea in our minds of what life with them is like when often it’s not the truth. But as your best friend I just wanna say fuck Derrick and his feelings." Khadi says bluntly while sipping on the mimosa

"She ain't wrong. He didn't really take your feelings into consideration when he did what he did. So, i'm with Khadi on this one. Fuck Derrick." Lennie says as she raises her glass

"FUCK DERRICK" y'all say in unison as all 3 of you raise your glass for a toast. 

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After the ship docked and you realised you were gonna be staying at a villa not too far from Erik's everything seemed to go smoothly.

You and Erik ended up venturing off together to all the little boutiques and food spots on your list.

Tasha and Lennie wanted to do all the cute tourist-y things on their own little list.

Khadi ended up going with Sebastian to do the snorkeling activities and meeting the dolphins. It turned out that they both love the ocean and marine life.

After sending each other quick texts about the change of plans. You agreed to meet up for dinner and to test out Club Jenja later on.

He didn't smother you when you and the girls danced at the club. But you could feel his eyes on you when men got too close to you for his liking. He did come by occasionally to ask you if you were okay or if you needed a water. Or if he just wanted a kiss from you.

He was currently standing by the bar talking to his boys when you notice a dark haired woman and another girl saunter up to him.

While they were standing there telling him their whole life story it seemed. His eyes never left yours.

"My feet hurt." You say to him as you walk over to as if the girls aren't standing there.

"Let's go then." He replied simply already done with the scene and just wanted to be chilling with you.

Your feet were done at this point from dancing all night in them skinny ass heels and he ain't hesitate to carry you bridal style to the Uber.

You wasted no time pulling off your look and slipping into one of your oversized shirts.

"You play too much. Why you left your girlfriend hanging like that?" you ask him laughing softly into his shoulder.

--

Of course he wanted to stay at your villa tonight.

You were both a little tipsy on the shots from the bar and realised that honey whiskey made both of y'all all lovey dovey. 

"She really said I hope y'all enjoy your honeymoon. You a cute couple. Maybe she seen something with us." he says repeating the elderly lady that y'all met in a souvenir shop earlier. Then pondering the thought

"She was really cute though." You say to him as he helps you wipe your makeup and adjust your head scarf in the back for you.

"You wanna use this face mask? You gotta lil sunburn right here on your nose. I told you to wear sunscreen. Talking bout lotion gonna cover it." You scold him softly before giving him a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

"Yeah , lemme go pee real quick." He says before moving from sitting between your legs on the bed.

You knew that you both weren't going to sleep anytime soon. So, you grabbed the laptop and turned on your playlist which mostly consisted of smooth r&b.

You watched as Erik walked out of the bathroom grooving to music and leaned down to kiss you.

Safe to assume that it's impossible to get over how his kisses made your skin light up like the 4th of July.

3 glasses of wine later and y'all were deep into conversation about everything from is there life on other planets to life paths.

"I think if I wasn't a stylist I'd be a criminal psychologist. That type of stuff has always seemed interesting to me." You say as he asks if you watched the new I Am A Killer series on Netflix.

To him revealing that he has a 4 year old daughter.

"Ava? She's the most adorable little thing. I can't wait to meet her one day." You say as you look at the pictures of her. She had his nose and head shape but with hazel eyes. Her adorable 4c fro adorned with jewels and cornrows in the front clasped with berets.

You think for a second wanting to ask him about the situation with the baby mama but didn't want to pry too much into it. Especially if you too planned on just keeping things casual.

"I met her mama while I was deployed. She got ill, and ain't really make it too many days past Ava's 2nd birthday." He says as he rub the back of his neck and shake his head.

You let out a small pout before pulling him in for a warm hug. You lay back with him in your arms and scratch at his scalp gently.

"I can tell that she was a good woman. Just look at how smart and kind and caring Ava is already. She taught her so much in such an unfortunate amount of time." You say thinking over the appropriate answer for the situation.

It's wild to think about this man was your best friend for years. And it feels like everything and nothing has changed all at once.

"I hooked up with Mr. Thomas after graduation." You blurt and Erik looks up at you for a minute before laughing hard as fuck.

"What the fuck? How? When?" He asks as he shakes his head still laughing.

"Well, he been a whole ass snack since junior year and I saw him during the girls trip to Mardi Gras . Like around carnival time. And we just got to talking. He stopped teaching math and now he's like traveling the world and all of this stuff. " You say laughing

"I can't believe that shit. I used to be disrespectful as fuck to that nigga too. He know I was good at math and cause I used to skip his class he always tried to play me like I ain't know nothing. Like nigga I didn't need to cheat off nobody homework or test." He says scoffing at the thought before his phone begins to ring

"We going to the zoo today. Sing the song daddy." Ava asks and she nods before saying hello to her and her grandmother.

"Isn't she lovely. Isn't she wonderful-" He's cut off by her with a shake of her head.

"Not that one - the other one papa." She tells him and you look over to see him thinking before he dramatically says "ooh that one."

Your heart melted as they started singing together. She's smiling and laughing with her father as tried to sing with him.

"We're gonna have a good day. And all my homies gonna ride today. And all these mommies look fly today. And all we wanna do is get by today. Heyyy. We're gonna have a good day. And ain't nobody gotta cry today. Cause ain't nobody gonna die today. You save that drama for another day. Heyyy we gonna have a good day." He finishes and you swear that your heart grew at least two sizes watching him interact with her.

"Have fun at the zoo with Grandma, let her put the sunscreen on you when you get out , and say hey to the penguins for Daddy alright? I'll call you later. " He finishes and he says goodbye to her grandmother before ending the call.

"We came up with it when she start going to pre-school. She hated being away from me . So every morning we would sing the song together and she gets all the special hugs before she goes out the door to carry with her to have a good day. I don't miss a day." He explains and you couldn't help but kiss his face all over.

He was such a multi-faceted person to just sit back and admire. You could get use to this eventually being everyday.

But , a tinge of sadness couldn't help but wash over you . Thinking of what could've been if things hadn't happened the way that they did with you two.

You both eventually drift off while holding him in your arms, tipsy as hell, and feeling full of love.

 

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