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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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and then there was light [3] {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: Prompt: angst Roger and y/n because he’s jealous after a party

A/N: 5981 words!! What?! Like, it’s not explicit, but I might have given the reader a slight praise kink. Some sexual content. There is mentions of cheating, just to let you know if that makes you uncomfortable. There might be a problem with pacing but like... suspend your disbelief. Also.... you’ve got a big storm coming.

[part 1] [part 2]

Your grip is white-knuckled on the armrest as you felt the plane rumble beneath you; anxiety is clutching at your chest as the world falls away beneath the wings of the machine and you’re rising into the sky. Roger isn’t outright laughing from where he’s sitting next to you, but it looks like he wants to. Thankfully, for his sake, he contains himself, resting a hand on your thigh, rubbing it in a gentle, comforting rhythm.

“You’ll be fine, love, these things hardly ever crash, and if this one does, it’ll make the news, probably.” He shrugged, and you glared at him, trying to push down the anxiety curling in your stomach.

“You’re the single least reassuring person I’ve ever met.” You snapped, but he just grinned wider, his hand moving higher on your thigh, your legs part just a little, out of instinct, and you’re too anxious about the flight to even blush at it.

“I could distract you instead.” He offers, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. Something eases in your chest and you relax your grip on the armrest to put your hand on his. “Love?” He asks, watching how you’re leaning your head back against the headrest, eyes closed, like you were trying to go to your happy place, wishing you weren’t trapped inside this plane. His hand twitches to move away when he doesn’t get a response, but then your own hand is guiding his a little further up, and you’re wearing a little, playful smile, though it’s strained. Roger has to bite back a laugh.

“Could you please wait until the seat belt sign is off?” John’s voice interrupts both of you, pressing his face into the space between your headrests where he’s sitting behind you, sounding characteristically exasperated.

“Or wait until we land, like any decent human being.” You can hear Brian’s sigh from where he’s sitting beside John, his words followed by a world-weary sigh.

“You were both cuter when you thought we didn’t know.” Freddie says, matter-of-factly, and Paul hums in agreement, the two of them sitting in the two seats in front of you.

“So were you.” Roger snaps back, leaning back into his chair, sullen at the sudden onslaught of bullying from his band-mates. “And get your bloody face away from mine.” He smacks John’s forehead with his free hand, which has the man retreating, but you’re silently thankful. Despite this, you’re also flushing with embarrassment, which is only quelled when Roger flips his hand over on your thigh to lace his fingers with yours, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

It’s weird, to be in public, well, sort of public, and to be allowed to actually be with Roger. You’ve always been so hyper aware of his image, careful to keep your distance where prying eyes might be lurking, the last-performance kiss notwithstanding, but here, in the relative safety of first class - and god, that was a mind-boggling realisation - he’d wrapped his arm around you. Once the seat-belt sign has been turned off and the in-flight movie has started, he pulls you into his lap on the luxuriously spacious seat. Everyone on the flight has headphones to listen along to the movie, and the plane is almost silent as everyone looks to the overhead screens. It starts innocently enough, except sitting on Roger isn’t exactly comfortable; he’s got one hand resting on your thigh, innocent enough, and the other on the armrest, but you find yourself shifting every few minutes trying to get comfortable, but it isn’t really working.

“Are you right there?” Roger moves your headphones off of one of your ears, speaking low and quiet, only to you. When you look at him, he’s not even looking you in the eyes, he’s looking at your lips, and you feel your chest tighten, though in a very different way to the plane taking off earlier.

“What?” And you shift again, trying in vain to get more comfortable before you feel him hard and pressing against your ass through his pants, and it dawns on you. After a moment, you lock eyes with him, finally, and wiggle again, deliberate, suppressing a smile. He leans in to kiss you, rough, insistent, his hand on your thigh moving dangerously higher.

“Let’s not ruin everyone’s movie,” he breathes as he pulls back, his hand moving to give your ass a light tap, and you take the hint, taking off your headphones and making a beeline for the bathroom. You find yourself waiting for almost five minutes in the stall before there’s a knock at the door and Roger’s whispering your name. You haven’t even fully locked the door before he’s pulling off your shirt, murmuring about how you both had to be quiet, though he was grinning in that way that made you melt, and made you want to be anything but quiet.

When you head back to your seats none of the others comment on it, though they do seem pretty enraptured with the movie. Your anxiety at flying had dissolved; you’re feeling all warm and syrupy in the afterglow, and Roger clicks down the armrest that separates your two seats, and shifts so that you he can still wrap his arm around you, but you’re sitting next to him, your legs stretched out and arching over his. He puts his own headphones back on, smile supremely satisfied, and you give yourself a little, mental pat on the back, but don’t bother with your own headphones, resting your head on his shoulder and falling asleep, feeling secure and safe with his arm around you.

When you land, you find yourself whisked almost directly to the new tour bus, and you suddenly find yourself filled with a new uncertainty. The space, at least compared to what you were used to, was lavish, not a single road case in sight.

“You guys live like this?” You crowed, eyes wide as you raced through the spacious vehicle, plopping yourself down on the cushioned bench beneath the back window while the rest of the band, and the crew travelling in this bus started getting settled in.

“Well yeah, was the other bus really that different?” Roger asks, joining you, sprawling himself out across the seat. The sheer absurdity of his question takes a moment to sink in, but after that you’re laughing, loud and a little bit uncontrollable, mind alight with memories of hot, bump afternoons riding along at the back of the equipment bus, sat atop a road case, holding a light and gels and trying not to touch the drum kit where it was stacked up beside you.

“God, I would have killed for a cushion.” You breathe, wistful, relaxing further, if it were possible, into the seats. After a beat, you look around at where everyone’s gone quiet; Freddie and John were setting up a board game and Brian was lounging on one of the sofas running along the inside of the bus; you’re pretty sure Roger’s the only one who hears you anyways. “I much prefer it to flying though,” you admit, shifting until you can rest your head on Roger’s shoulder.

“Really?” He asked, voice quiet enough that only you could hear it. “I thought it was a pretty decent flight.” And he reaches up to pinch at your side playfully when the bus starts up. The two of you dissolve into play-fighting, which the others don’t pay much attention to, entertaining themselves as the trip to the first destination began.

“You’re- you- they call you Spotlight, don’t they?” The voice that greets you before for the first crew meeting is bright, eager, faintly accented, and when you turn, you see it belongs to a sweet looking boy with big, brown eyes, clutching at a clipboard. Laughing a little awkwardly, you nod, and his whole face brightens at the confirmation. “I’m Robbie; I’m stage managing, and they’ve got me operating the lights.” He sounds so damn excited, it’s a little endearing, and after a beat, he’s peppering you with questions about the American leg of the tour, which you answer with ease.

You’d been worried, not that you’d ever admit it, integrating into a whole new crew; the American tour was staffed with people you’d been working with for years, and here, everything and everyone was new to you. Seeing Robbie smile, so kind and welcoming, it felt like you could breathe.

“How the crew?” Roger asks, and he’s stuck with fond deja vu, sitting behind his drums, watching you cut a whole new set of gels. You’re humming something he can’t quite pick, but you seem happy enough.

“Yeah good,” you concede, only half paying attention as you work, “they’re nice, very welcoming.” You tell him, and he makes his way to you, sitting beside you on the drum risers, picking up some scraps of the gel. After a moment, your hands still, and you watch his, smiling with confusion, before looking at him. “What-” but he’s looking back at you, and he leans in to kiss you once you look up. Putting the gel and the scissors down, you take his face in his hands, giving him an endearing smile.

“I’m working.” You said softly, but he just grinned, leaning in to kiss you again. It’s fun and easy to be with Roger at times like this, times when neither of you had to worry about what other people thought, or who saw you together; you were happy and so was he, and that’s what mattered.

It gets a bit harder, you realise, when in Glasgow you’re leaving the hotel with the band and a few paparazzi come after you; at first they’re shouting at the band but then they spot you where you’re by Roger’s side, trying to keep your face hidden. You see your picture in some gossip rag the next day when Robbie gives it to you with a long suffering and apologetic look.

“The boss wants you to be more careful about being seen.” He’s rolling his eyes at the boss’s words, however, when you ask him what he means, you learn that you’d been photographed with them in America, and people were starting to speculate that you might be part of the tour group. The Boss thinks it reflects poorly. The rest of the band is in the photo, but you’re the one being accused of being a world-travelling gold digger in the article.

When you tell Roger, or more specifically show him the article and make an offhand comment about not really being seen with the band in public anymore, he throws the magazine across the hotel room, scowling.

“They’re printing lies, Spotlight, what do you care?” He asks. You’re gentle when you step towards him, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“I care about my career and my reputation, Roger, you understand, right?” Voice soft, you don’t move until he looks at you, expression a little hurt. “I know I’m not a gold digger, but if I want to get anywhere in life, I need other people to believe that too.” You explained, and he didn’t exactly seem happy about it.

“You’re fantastic at your job, babe, isn’t that enough?” He asked, and you felt yourself flush, suppressing a grin at the praise.

“I wish it was.” You told him, voice a little forlorn, and he leaned in to kiss you, a silent agreement to your request. After a moment you pulled back, actually letting yourself grin. “You think I’m good at my job?” You asked, giggling, and Roger’s expression brightened as he huffed out a laugh.

“You know I do.” And it’s the most gentle you think you’ve ever heard him, the sweet sincerity shifts as his hands come up to rest on your hips. He knows all too well the effect he has on you when he compliments your work. “How many times do I have to tell you?” He asks, a single eyebrow raised, teasing edge to his tone.

“I mean, if you told me too much I think we both know I’d never get anything done.” And your fingers are nimbly undoing his fly. With a cheeky grin, he kisses you again, rougher, biting at your bottom lip before you pull away.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He muses, watching the way you wet your lips, smiling at him. “You’re very good at other things too, love.”

“I know.” You watch him through your lashes, biting your lip to keep from laughing as his whole face lights up and he’s snorting out a laugh at your response, and you fall to your knees, already pulling down the waistband of his jeans.

He doesn’t like that you insist on leaving the hotel at different times, becomes a little clingy in the mornings when you go to get up, but he always manages to tug you back down to him, and you get lost in the way he smiles in the early morning sunlight, the feel of his lips on yours, the way he laughs softly against your skin.

Despite this, he keeps his distance around other people. The band he doesn’t worry about, but he stays up by his drums during lunch, and sometimes during the after parties you attend, he’ll disappear for a few hours at a time, and you find him at the bar, reasonably hammered, surrounded by fans fawning over him. He always goes home with you though, so you try not to feel too jealous.

“Hey, Light? I’m getting lunch, do you want anything?” Things start going downhill the day Robbie pops his head in during your lunch break; you’re at the top of a ladder, fiddling with the angle of a parcan, and Roger’s at his drums.

“No thanks.” You call back, chipper, shooting the ASM a smile, and when he leaves, Roger frowns at you.

“Did he give your nickname a nickname?” He punctuates it with a laugh, but it sounds more angry than anything else.

“That’s Robbie,” your explanation does not seem to placate him. You’d been spending a lot of time with Robbie, the two of you bonding over both having worked on Bowie’s last tour. “He’s German.” You add, as if the fun fact might warm Roger to him.

“I know how to pick accents.” He snapped back at you, and you actually stopped your work to look at him, a little shocked and defensive at his tone. He’s not looking at you, he’s gone back to watching the door.

“He’s the ASM, Rog, chill out, we work together.” You tell him. He doesn’t respond, and all you can do is go back to your work, a squirming discomfort making itself known in your chest.

He disappears after the show that night, not coming to find you after bump out like he usually would, and you try to assume the best; that he’s too high from adrenaline and the endorphins of such a good show that he’d wanted to ride the hype the rest of the band. It wasn’t deliberate, you told yourself.

“You going to the after party?” Robbie asks carefully, hands in his pockets, still wearing his own theatre blacks. You realise you must look a little lost, and when you decide that you are, you tell him, and he offers to walk with him. He’s sweet, excitedly gushing about how he can’t wait for the Munich show so he could see his girlfriend, and you find yourself enthusing about how exciting it is to be travelling around Europe. Once you step foot in the pub, the two of you part ways, Robbie heading for the bar, and you seeking your own boyfriend.

His whole face lights up when he sees you, and the anxiety that had been building in your chest dissipates when he wraps his arms around you, spinning you around.

“I’m sorry, I got caught up.” He told you, but he doesn’t kiss you, just pulls you down to the sofa with him where Freddie’s in the middle of an animated discussion with Brian.

It happens again at the next stop, he leaves you behind and you make your way to the after party talking with Robbie. He’s kind, sweet, looking forward to marrying his high school sweetheart. If you’re being honest, it’s nice to have someone to talk to who understands your side of touring, being another interchangeable face to the talent you’re helping, someone down to earth and . He gushes about how jealous he is of your friendship with the band, starry eyed in the cool night air.

Again, when you arrive at the venue, Roger’s already there, and he doesn’t get up this time, just beckons you to him with a bright smile. It doesn’t ease your discomfort like you hoped his smile would.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask gently one night; the two of you were walking in relative silence, side by side, not touching for fear of paparazzi, you try to justify.

“No, why?” He asked, and you look at him, eyes narrowed as you examine him, and his smile is a little far away when he looks back at you. After a long moment of silence, he takes your hand, pulling you both to a stop, facing each other. He wraps his arms around you, still giving you that far away smile, and he kisses you. “I’m sorry I keep leaving you behind, love.”

“So you’re not mad at me?” You confirm, stepping back and taking his hand, continuing to walk.

“Of course not; should I be?” And the way he says it, so perfectly fucking harmless, has the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

“No!” You defend, and he’s laughing easily in the moonlight.

It keeps happening, sporadically, and it always seems to coincide with whenever he sees you and Robbie together, or Robbie comes in to offer to get you lunch, and you know what’s happening before you dare to admit it.

On some of the nights where you opt to go straight back to the hotel, you’re woken by him flopping into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, warm and protective, at odds with the discomfort in your chest.

“Missed you.” He yawns, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, and one time, of faint, fruity perfume that you don’t recognise. When you ask him, he says that someone spilled a cocktail on him, and you realise you can’t even tell if he’s lying or not.

“You jealous?” And you can hear the sleepy smirk in his words, and your own tired mind is unguarded, unfiltered.

“A little.” You whisper into the silence of the hotel room. He doesn’t answer you, but his grip on you tightens, and he hums, the meaning of which you can’t decipher. It takes you a long while to get to sleep after that.

It comes to a head a few weeks later, however, the night they perform in Paris.

“I miss her so much.” Robbie bemoaned you as the two of you walked together, his arm tucked into yours as he waxed poetic about his now-fiance. “She sent me a care package and I swear I almost cried in front of the sound operator.”

“Why?” You laughed, and Robbie groaned.

“I opened it in the bio box because I picked it up from the front desk on my way here, like right after checking in.” By the time you get to the after party, the music is already blaring, and like always, you split up to go your respective ways. Roger greets you warmly, making room for you on the sofa he was sprawled on, wrapping an arm around you as he continued his conversation with a starry-eyed groupie, who didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You make conversation with John, who’s hovering near the arm of the sofa, bopping along to the music, looking a little bit longingly at the dance floor.

Roger goes to get a drink a little while later, smiling and asking if you’d like anything, and as soon as he’s gone, Robbie, now quite plastered, pours himself into the empty seat.

“I called her- Spotlight, I miss her so much - and she told me she loves me and she can’t wait until I get home; should I walk back to Germany? I wanna see her.” He asked, words blurring together a little from his accent and his inebriated state, and he rests his head on your shoulder.

“This is Robbie; he misses his fiance.” You explain to a confused looking Freddie, who’s expression melts into one of adoration, and he ‘aww’s at that. Robbie is starry-eyed for a long moment, before he turns to you.

“Should I walk to Munich? I miss her.” He reiterates, and you burst out laughing, petting his head fondly.

“No, don’t walk to Munich, you should go home, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.” You tell him, and he groans, clearly not having received the answer he wanted. Instead, you get to your feet and offer him your hand. “I’ll walk you back, we’re staying at the same hotel.”

You find Roger at the bar with one of your arms around Robbie’s shoulders where he’s pretty much legless, the lightweight. There’s a muscle jumping in Roger’s jaw when he sees you, and you hesitate, giving him a confused look.

“Hey, I’m just going to take Robbie back to his room, okay? I’m probably going to bed after.” You tell him. He doesn’t smile, just offers you the drink he got you and blinks slowly when you wave it away. “I’ll see you later, okay?” You ask gently, hoping to get a response from him, but he’s just giving Robbie a sour, calculating look. Robbie is transfixed by the lights behind the bar and does not notice.

When you finally get Robbie into bed, much later than you would have thought since he insisted on stopping at everything that caught his interest, and taking five minutes of standing still and explaining how beautiful his fiance’s eyes were, he’s still wearing his shoes. Once under the covers, he grabs your hands and looks you in the eyes, suddenly serious.

“You’re good. You’re a good sort, Spotlight.” He tells you, his accent coming in just a little thicker with his sincerity, and he pets your hands, before abruptly turning away from you and pulling the blankets up to his nose, clearly tapping out for the night.

The room you shared with Roger was just a few floors up, and you’re in the elevator when you realise you’d left your keys in your room. You usually did, you always went back with Roger, so you usually didn’t need them. When you approach the door, you think you hear murmuring from the other side, but it could have been from across the hall, you don’t think about it too much as you knock. There’s a giggled ‘shhh’ from the other side of the door that’s less easy to play off, but you’re tired enough to think it’s just mostly-asleep Roger. You knock again, but no-one replies. It’s too late to knock too much, and you know he’s a deep sleeper, so with a heavy, tired heart, you make your way down the hall.

“What do you want?” Paul’s frowning at you when he opens the door, wearing his blue pyjamas, squinting at you.

“Keys to the bus please, I need somewhere to sleep, Roger’s not answering.” You tell him, and punctuate it with a yawn. After a beat more of watching you, as if assessing your motives, he disappears back into his room and reappears with the keys.

“Don’t lose them.” He warned, before closing the door on you.

The sofa in the bus is long enough that you can spread out, and you find someone’s fur coat to use as a blanket. It’s comfortable enough, a little cold, and it’s only when you hear a banging on the door and feel the sunlight on your face the next morning that you get up.

Opening the door, you see Roger standing there, looking up at you, waiting for entrance. Moving back to your makeshift bed, you take a seat, giving him a confused smile.

“I... didn’t think you’d actually be here.” He already sounds like he’s in a mood, bitter, but a little bit hesitant.

“Of course I stayed here, I knocked but you didn’t answer- what was up with that?” You asked, punctuating it with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He watched for a moment before he slid his sunglasses down his nose to glare at you over them.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, voice a little hoarse and scratchy, moving from hesitant to just quietly angry, the venom in his words hurting like a physical slap, and you sat up straighter.

“I’m-” And you’re searching for the words, but none come to mind.

“Why are you still on this bus?” He explains in a hiss. After a beat, he slides his glasses back up his nose, and turns to look away from you, a clear dismissal.

You’re at a loss as to how to explain that you’re here because... well, you’re always here, it’s where you were now. He’s the one who’d brought you here.

“What do you mean? You’re the one who wanted me here.” Standing your ground, you don’t dare let your voice betray how confused and hurt you were feeling.

“Yeah, well now I don’t.” He snapped. His words hit you squarely in the chest, and he leaves you in your shocked, dazed silence, moving to the back of the bus. “Fuck off back to the equipment bus, since you prefer it so much better.” He snarled, and that’s what unfroze you.

“Christ, I don’t get paid enough to deal with whatever this is and ride in that bus, so that’s a resounding ‘no thanks’. And more importantly; what the fuck has gotten into you?” Emotion comes crashing back into you, rage tearing through you like a tidal wave, and you turn on him, jaw clenched.

“’Whatever this is’” he snorted, low and bitter, “yeah, but you get paid enough to fuck that little, brown-haired cockhead?” He asked, and your eyes went wide.

“Who? Robbie?” You asked, voice dangerously calm. “You think I’m fucking Robbie? Our assistant stage manager? Who just proposed to his girlfriend at our stop in Munich? That brown-haired cockhead?” You snarled, advancing on Roger like a predator cornering her prey, bitter tension gathering across your skin.

“Was he the one crying on your shoulder last night at the after party?” Roger raised an eyebrow, but the sting had left his words. Narrowing your eyes, you confirm with a single, venomous ‘yes’. “Oh.”

“Is that why you locked me out last night? You thought I was-”

“I was angry, okay?” He cut you off, sitting down at the back of the bus, and though his tone is angry, his demeanour, the way he’s avoiding your gaze and fiddling, it’s... almost guilty. In that moment, it was as if you’d been splashed with cold water, an icy realisation slithering down your spine.

“What does that mean?” Voice level, you try not to jump to conclusions, but your heart is already sinking. He doesn’t answer. When he turns away, you see a hickey on his collar that wasn’t there yesterday. “Roger, what did you do?” You asked, and the hurt was already bleeding through into your words.

“I was... I was so fucking angry.” It’s not a real answer, it’s not even a real excuse. The way he says it, jaw clenched, heart in his throat, he’s all but bleeding guilt, too proud to ask for forgiveness.

“Bullshit.” Your can feel tears welling in your eyes and threatening to spill, but your hands are shaking with anger, hurt, betrayal, and you don’t even care. “You’ve been weird for weeks, you were just looking for the first out you could get.”

“Y/N.” He stands, reaches out to grab your shoulder, but you step back, out of his reach.

“No.” Your voice is firm, but your lip is quivering. “I don’t want you to ever touch me again,” wrapping your arms across your chest, looking at his outstretched hand with disdain through your tears. “Being angry isn’t an excuse. Jumping to conclusions isn’t an excuse. I get that it must be fun fucking around with the girl who makes you work for it by your standards, but,” shaking your head, you sniffle, holding yourself a little tighter with one hand, you wipe away your tears with the other, “the moment you have to work, have to put in a little bit of fucking trust? You couldn’t even do that.”

“Spotlight, please-”

“I’m in fucking Europe for you, Roger! What in your fucking, dumbass mind thinks that I’m someone who travels halfway across the world with someone just to cheat on them?” You’re yelling now, grateful to be alone and worrying that others would join you at any minute. You didn’t want them seeing you like this.

“For me? You’re here for work! I’m opening doors for you in the industry that you’d never have opened yourself!” And he knows even as he’s saying it that it’s the wrong thing to say, but he’s too furious at himself, lashing out at the only person he could. He watches as your expression turns shocked, before shattering, and you start bawling your eyes out, holding your face in your hands. Regret floods through him, but as he steps forwards to comfort you, you yell for him to fuck off.

“I can’t- I can’t leave can I? If I leave the tour, they’ll think the tabloid are right, that I’m some dumb groupie.” And you turn, distraught, and curl up on the sofa along the inside of the bus, still bawling, loud and ugly, great heaving sobs wracking your body as you realise the full extent of what had happened, and what it would mean for you. “You’ve ruined my fucking career.”

“That’s a bit of an overstatement.” He can’t even bring himself to apologise, sitting back against the window of the bus, watching as you curl yourself into a ball, the only sound filling the silence being your sobbing. It hurts, his heart is fucking aching, but he couldn’t admit it. When you raised your head to look at him, your eyes red rimmed and lip trembling, he feels only a white hot guilt fill him from the inside out.

“You don’t get it, this industry is about who you know, and if all I am is some girl who Roger Taylor fucked, flew across the world, and got bored with, it doesn’t matter how good at my job I am, I’ll just be another groupie with aspirations.” And you bury your face in your hands again.

“We could... pretend like nothing happened, until the end of the tour.” He offers, quietly, the weakest hail mary pass you’d ever heard, and you roll your eyes at him.

“I’d rather have my dignity, thanks.” You spat, taking in a deep shaking breath as you finally sat up, wiping fruitlessly at your eyes as tears continued to flow, though you tried to pull yourself together.

“You’re not under contract, you can leave if you want.” And it might literally be last on the list of things you’d wanted to hear at that moment.

“I get it, Roger, you don’t want me around.” You snap, standing. “You are who you are; I was stupid to think you were better than that.” You sniffled. When you turn and leave, he’s silent, replaying your words over and over again in his head until he’s absolutely livid at what he’s done.

When the rest of the band returns almost a full half an hour later, he’s trashed the entirety of the bus, even going to far as to rip up the cushioning on the bench beneath the back window.

“So you’ve heard the news I take it.” Brian looks at the scene before them, voice and demeanour both surprisingly nonchalant, and Roger, breathing heavily amid the carnage, gives him a sharp look. “Spotlight’s heading home, something’s come up with her family.” He explains. Behind him, John’s already started picking up a fractured mug, and Freddie is just frowning at Roger.

“Yeah?” Is all Roger says, snatching up the cushions from where he’d thrown them, and flopping himself onto the back bench, facing away from them all.

“She’s just talking to the production manager if you’d like to say goodbye.” Freddie offers, carefully neutral, and Roger suspects he knows something’s up with the story.

“She doesn’t want to see me.” He huffed sulkily, and the others lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. They can tell it’s a touchy subject but they don’t pry. They don’t hear from you, don’t even know how to contact you if they had been able to, instead they watch Roger pick up different girls night after night, trash hotel rooms, and grow shorter when interacting with the crew, especially the assistant stage manager.

“I am who I am.” Is all he says, lips around a cigarette where he’s chain smoking in the empty theatre at lunch when Freddie finds him and finally asks what’s wrong. Freddie wants to ask what happened, wants to ask why you really left, but he knows Roger well enough to figure most of it out. Roger’s a ticking time bomb nowadays, so he doesn’t pry.

The band doesn’t talk about you, not when paparazzi and reports yell out asking where you are, not to the crew, they barely talk about you to each other, and they never talk about you around Roger.

The bus is quieter now.

Roger’s louder now.

There’s an ache in his chest that won’t go away, that he’s filling with meaningless sex and too much booze because he can’t stand waking up alone, and he still thinks about what you said, and the way you had smiled at him before it all went to shit. He remembers how you’d risked your life for a light beneath his drums, and sometimes at breakfast he finds himself thinking about how you’d thrown a plate of food in his face before you were even real friends, and he wants to yell, to scream, because how could he be so fucking stupid? You’d seen him for who he was, and chose to be with him despite it, you thought he could be better than his reputation, but he’d just managed to prove he wasn’t.

It hits him when he’s got his hands on some girl whose name he doesn’t know that all he can think about is you, and he hates himself when he leans into the fantasy, not that the other girl notices. He’d rather fuck around than admit he’d developed feelings for you, and so he does, and pretends like he doesn’t miss your sleepy, morning grin, or the casual way the two of you would chat as you were rigging the spotlights for the band.

The day he finds out they’ve replaced you, the kid they’ve got is at the top of the ladder during lunch when he walks in, and he’s hit with such a sense of deja vu that he stops in his tracks.

“I was told this is the best time for me to get work done.” Her voice, thank god she sounds nothing like you, is hesitant, with none of the calm confidence you exuded at the top of the ladder.

“It’s none of my fucking business.” Roger snaps, and turns on his heel and leaves, pretending like it hadn’t felt like he’d just seen a ghost. He gets another drink.

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bo rhap #bohemian rhapsody imagine #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #and then there was light #queen #queen imagine #content #the angry lizard writes

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madisonrooney · 5 years

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THOUGHTS ON D3

(some of these may be points about stuff we already knew going into it but like now that weve gotten to see it all together its easier to discuss)

- i like what they did with audrey’s plot. her and mal’s relationship did feel pretty unresolved after d1 so im glad they went this route. not to mention being able to bring her back after her being absent in the second. also i like the message that it gave off about being able to be good or bad regardless of where you come from

- i loved hades! he was so fun and i loved how things ended up with him. and DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO WAS AWESOME probably my fav song. but i cant say im a huge fan of him being mal’s dad. like i loved the way their relationship played out but while the descendants fan in me is happy the disney stickler thinks its a bit too much creative license for them to make a kid the child of two disney characters from two different movies. it also kinda like...almost invalidates her character of “maleficent’s daughter” now shes the daughter of two villains and it?? feels different?? if that makes sense?? could the other VKs possibly have another villain as their other parent?? who knows. also i wish they hadn’t made it so obvious so early like people guessed this A YEAR AND A HALF AGO WHEN THE TEASER CAME OUT. maybe had it just been a few months it wouldnt have been as bad but yeesh. it made the shock factor...well, almost non-existant.

- continuing on their relationship, i thought tackling the idea of an absentee dad was a bold move for a movie like this and i applaud it. not to mention with an upbeat musical number? they really did that

- i loved celia too!! i was afraid she was gonna be more bad news than she was but she was super cute and sweet. loved her friendship with dizzy. and loved getting to see more of dizzy! and even though dr facilier wasnt in it much he was fun. i thought it was sweet that he and celia seemed to have a good relationship. im also glad we got to see lady tremaine! but wheres drizella lol

- also in regards to hades and celia, i liked that they brought in two more movies into the universe that hadnt yet been acknowledged (not counting wicked world or the books). i love both hercules and princess and the frog and while i wouldnt call them underrated theyre not quite as mainstream as some of the other movies in the descendants universe so im happy with that.

- on the other hand, i dont really like it when they get more kids from movies that they already have kids from. in this case, squeaky and squirmy. gil seemed out of place to me when i first watched d2, especially cuz like why would gastons son be a pirate, but since he had some funny lines with ben (in this movie too!) it was worth it. but squeaky and squirmy had no lines with harry? THEY ALMOST DIDNT HAVE ANY LINES AT ALL??? so why couldnt they have had them be kids from a movie they hadnt used yet? the more the merrier imo. idk.

- mal and uma repairing their relationship was like the highlight for me ugh it was so good. i think we all had a feeling that would happen (not just from speculation but from set pics and whatnot) but it felt satisfying regardless. uma saying “im right here mal you got this”? love that

- WE LOVE MORE DRAGON MAL. EVEN MORE THAN IN D2. WE LOVE THAT A LOT.

- WE ALSO LOVE MORE DUDE. OK SO MAYBE THATS JUST ME BUT SCREW IT I LOVE TALKING DOGS SO IM GLAD HE STILL TALKED. DOVE CAMERON AND A TALKING DOG IN THE SAME MOVIE IS BASICALLY PANDERING TO ME OK

- WE ALSO LOVE MALVIE CONTENT!!! love that evie was the only one who knew hades was her dad AND LOVE THAT THEY SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER LIKE DAMN. AND DURING MY ONCE UPON A TIME WHEN MAL LIKE CARESSES HER FACE??? LIKE HER INTERACTION WITH HER WAS MORE INTENSE THAN WITH ANYONE ELSE EVEN BEN??? GOOD SHIT

- OK I KNEW ABOUT THE DID I MENTION REPRISE AS OF A FEW DAYS AGO BUT IM A SLUT FOR PARALLELS SO THAT STILL KILLED ME

- any parallels killed me. especially, ofc, ending with “cuz were rotten...to the core” (tho i was hoping the rotten remix thats on the soundtrack would be in the movie)

- loved getting more harry and gil content. gil is so blissfully stupid and precious and i love him and harry is so chaotic and i love him too

- and just...love the sea three bonding with the core four. also it felt well paced. wasnt rushed, had its moments to slowly get us there (mal+uma, jay+gil+harry) it felt like it went just the way it was supposed to.

- the whole series of events felt well paced and well ordered

- tbh i think its hilarious how chad’s douche baggery never dies down. i mean points for consistency i guess

- (did anyone catch the sign on the isle that mentioned monstro? good easter egg)

- (im really going out of order ik)

- one kiss was fun and cute, but i never felt like doug and evie were like...behind in their relationship? if anything i thought as of d2 their relationship was more stable than that of mal and ben

- night falls was a little silly and felt a little too similar to its goin down to me but it served a purpose and it was still fun

- and ofc it was so bittersweet to watch cam. the dedications were heart-wrenching but beautiful.

overall it really could not have been better! great new characters, great development on the characters we love, great soundtrack, and, most importantly, a story that perfectly wraps up the franchise. its hard to get a trilogy right. i love a lot of trilogies but a lot of them have some major flaws. with like say the kung fu panda movies, the 2nd and 3rd feel like theyre about very different things than the first. it doesnt feel like its telling one cohesive story. some have a second that feels unimportant to be between the 1st and 3rd. this just felt like perfectly coming full circle. everything from the beginning of the first movie to the end of the third felt necessary to tell the story. no useless filler, all essential to the plot, adding more as we go and resolving more, but having a hell of a lot of fun the entire time. i remember d2 being one of the most, if not the most, satisfying sequels ive ever seen. maybe part of that has to do with descendants being such a main fandom of mine when it came out, but sometimes, even new additions to my main fandoms can disappoint. these sequels really haven’t. part of that may just have to do with my love for the franchise regardless of the direction it goes in, but i know that it also has to do with just a great job in storytelling. continuing the story and wrapping it up just right. when the first one came out, we didn’t know it would be a trilogy. it works great as a standalone movie, but when you see the third one, you would think it was intended this way from the beginning, which honestly gives it even more power.

it breaks my heart to let this franchise go, but ofc in mal’s words “this is not the end.” with it just coming out, that means its just the beginning of discussions, gifs, memes, fanart, and all that fun stuff. so lets jump right in!

and, as always, every bit of love in my heart goes to cam tonight. we still miss you endlessly and we always will.

#descendants #descendants 3

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facialintelligence · 5 years

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UNDERGROUND ALTER NOTES

will add pix later

Silas Yancy Bauer (Buzzword)

don’t how better to word this but he actually looks dumber than this

pocket protector with at least 2 pens at any given time

owns a billion shitty plastic action figures from the 80′s and 90′s and doesn’t exist as a person past 2002

makes unsettling pixel art and notable in social circles exclusively from prevalent comments on obscure forums

only wears white t-shirts with random shit printed on them

Zhushan Hai

epitome of stoic asian

very calm and relatively disapproving but doesnt seem to be restrictive at all

sometimes has facial hair but i didnt know how to draw it properly

just like warner is the dude with a clipboard next to me, zhuhai is the dude with the clipboard next to tevya

literally no personality otherwise which is pretty funny. he’s kind of just there to keep tevya in line and i dont know why the cpu deems that necessary but he’s still there so what do i know

Nienthe

representational/mythical figure than a realistic one

red lipstick, completely red dress, flowing fabrics, nature themes, skull motifs, rams especially

florence welch’s asiansona

usually smiling, usually has her eyes closed or depicted with a blindfold, but eyes are either green or white when open. obviously seems to symbolize some sort of blindness. often has rough white paint covering the top half of her face

always smiling in a way that could be described as ‘benevolent’ from afar and ‘ambiguous’ up close

hair is actually straighter than this but im a bad artist

she and victoria really do have pretty much the exact same face as dianthys thats not just me being a bad artist

Claude Arcatheon

this actually looks a lot like him lol

moles all over face and body, like 6 feet tall, pretty tan, dark blonde bleached hair, beige and warm dark earth tones color palette

gold hoop earrings, glasses shaped like mine (in dark tortoiseshell), and my haircut. despite this he doesn’t really look like me at all inworld

also has angelic representational form with boob-length hair and no glasses but im not drawing that and i think its stupid

Julian Steele

comes from the same vein as thomas which i must assume is why he looks so similar. putting that out in the open right away. didn’t realize it until i started drawing him and it made my night just that much worse

completely emotionless, not as an expression of his personal attitude, he’s just not meant to feel anything

representationally handsome. he’s good looking but only because he’s supposed to be

makes me in-navigably angry so i wont get into his actual description

AND ALSO ALTERS I HAVENT TALKED ABOUT MUCH BEFORE BUT ALSO DIDNT DRAW PICTURES OF

Jesse Winthrop (Sick Kid)

traditional brit punk, tattoos on body and face, self-satisfied and proud, relatively handsome, prone to violence, affinity for knives, etc.

would be a fun edgy aesthetic but it’s used to be threatening (to me in particular) inworld and it definitely is (as he is a violent and unpredictable white man in a brain that already threatens self harm when tested) so i dont find it super enjoyable

has LOVER BOY tattooed over one eyebrow, GOD’S FAVORITE on his neck, and SICK KIDD on his knuckles. not terribly notable but i wouldve drawn them if id bothered to draw a picture of him after 3 years

poor physical health as a result of... ‘indulgent’ lifestyle choices ig. chapped lips. cracked skin. smells like he’s dying and he is but he sure doesn’t let it get to him

representation of II (like taxis and thisbe) but is capable of non-feral interaction

that sounded like a sarcastic sentence but it wasnt

Victoria Lane

looks like dianthys but with a black sort of long pixie cut (based off older iterations of my/aries’ haircut specifically)

pretty much silent but i dont know if thats because she’s just like that the way dianthys is or because she has nothing to say to me

wears bondage gear probably idk shockingly i dont pay that much attention to her

angry and we all like to pretend we dont know why

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adagio

ummmmmmmm i dont really have an explanation for this other than im SOFT and i WANT A BABY so since im a Childless Lesbian the next best thing is to talk about mulder and scully’s im chillin tho

In their new routine, sleeping past 6 a.m. is a luxury.

Gone are the days when they could lounge around in bed until 9 or 10 on a Saturday, wrapping themselves in layers of blankets in the winter and only each other in the summer. For the last six months, they’ve given up on trying to spend the first few hours of daybreak alone, hiding from the world with him between her legs or nestled inside her body. Morning sex doesn’t have quite the same appeal with a baby squalling down the hall.

Which, Scully notes, said baby seems to be doing right on time this morning, as she pries open her eyes and notes with short-lived optimism that at least today she managed to make it to 6:15. She rolls over, away from the alarm clock that seems to mock her from its place on her nightstand, only to see Mulder awake as well. He meets her eyes with a look of resignation so pronounced she wonders if he could somehow sense this morning’s intrusion before it happened. She sighs in defeat, and the corner of his mouth quirks into a smile.

“Our daughter doesn’t quite grasp the concept of rest and relaxation,” he jokes, rubbing a hand over his face. She groans and shakes her head, slipping her eyes shut.

“Nope. No child of mine would ever balk at the thought of sleep. She is your daughter.”

“She’s my daughter when she wakes us up, she’s my daughter when she won’t stop eating, when exactly is our kid yours?”

“When she wins a Nobel prize in a few years,” she deadpans. He snorts, then throws the comforter back in a move to get out of bed. She cracks an eye open and lifts her head from the pillow, regarding him with palpable gratitude.

“You sure?” she mumbles, relief already evident in the question. He groans as he swings his legs over the side of the bed and stumbles to the door.

“Yeah. I got her. Sleep a little longer.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. As he slips out of the room, she lets her eyes fall shut once more, burrowing as deep as she can into the mattress and wrapping her side of the comforter more tightly around her body. She hears the baby’s cries wane and eventually stop altogether, her brain having decided that she’s going to hover in that half-awake limbo before falling back to sleep, and imagines Mulder ambling back to her. Her assumption is confirmed moments later when she feels the bed dip and his body slide next to her once more.

Suddenly, she jumps when a small, wet hand falls with a splat on her cheek, then taps incessantly on her mouth, her nose, her chin, begging for a reaction. She shakes with laughter and obliges, letting her eyes pop open. She’s greeted with the sight of her daughter, standing inches from her face, giggling and drooling and flashing a smile that’s all gums and way too brilliant for this early in the morning. Behind her, Mulder holds a hand to her back for support with his left hand, the right propping up his head on his pillow.

“Someone just really wanted to see you,” he supplies, watching with an awestruck look on his face as she takes the baby’s hand in her own and kisses it before letting her grab onto her fingers. The baby, satisfied at her mother’s reaction, plops down next to her, shifting onto her side once Scully has lowered her flat against the bed. He wonders, for a moment, if this is a dream he just hasn’t woken up from yet. “I think we have a little time before she gets hungry.”

Sensing that she’s the current topic of conversation, the baby squeals and rolls onto her back, kicking her legs and flailing her tiny fists. She’s still laughing, though, seeming to be content with being the center of attention, and the sound squeezes Mulder and Scully’s hearts so intensely they’re sure every nerve ending in their bodies must be constricting. It hasn’t gotten old.

Attempting to lull her back to sleep, Scully reaches a hand over and places it gently on the baby’s stomach, alternating between softly patting and slowly rubbing from sternum to bellybutton and back. This settles the baby a bit, but her wide, blue eyes still look expectantly up at her mother and father, as if wondering why the fun had to stop. Mulder gives in first, as he usually does (because when you give your daughter a name that means “father’s joy,” what else can you expect?), and starts tickling up and down the baby’s side. The giggling starts again, and her little body squirms and shakes under his touch. Unable to resist, and finally letting go of any hope she had of keeping the baby calm enough to get some more sleep, Scully joins in, her fingertips following a similar pattern to Mulder’s on the opposite side of the baby’s torso.

As she writhes on the bed between them, the baby’s laughs bubble up and become contagious, and before long the family is huddled together in a pile of pure, carefree glee. Eventually, Mulder and Scully slow their attack on their daughter’s body and move to her limbs, making feather light strokes against the bottoms of her feet. They look impossibly small against her parents’ hands, and it once again strikes Mulder how incredible it is that Scully grew this whole person inside of her. When their daughter came into the world six months ago, he sat in the hospital sure he’d never love anything or anybody as much as he loved the solid bundle resting against Scully’s chest. It’s still true – he just didn’t anticipate how quickly that love would grow.

Craning her neck forward for better access, Scully starts peppering the baby’s face with kisses, barely touching her silky skin. She kisses her daughter’s forehead, above each eyebrow, her nose, each cheek, and finally ends on her chin. By the time she’s reached the last spot, the baby’s eyes are struggling to stay open.

“Looks like we might get a little more shut-eye after all,” Mulder observes, as the baby turns into Scully’s chest and grips her shirt. He brings his hand to the back of her head, chasing away any tension from her over-stimulated mind. With the baby soothed, their own contentment soon follows, and the three of them simply exist in bliss together. Mulder and Scully watch the rise and fall of their daughter’s teeny body, and wait until it’s clear she’s asleep once more before meeting each other’s eyes. The smile hasn’t left Scully’s face.

“Good morning, huh?” she offers, wrapping an arm around the sleeping form next to her and pulling the child closer. Mulder scoots closer still to her on the bed, careful not to disturb the cherub-like entity between them, and sets his hand on her hip, drawing circles with his thumb.

“Good morning indeed. We make beautiful babies, you know that?” Scully’s tight-lipped smile stretches wider across her face – the answer to his question he didn’t really need but doesn’t mind getting in return.

They share soft smiles and unspoken words of love before returning their gazes back to their daughter, satisfied with staying in this moment as long as the peace will allow them.

#msr #todayinfic #whaddup i'm jordyn i'm twenty and i would literally die for babyfic #eat my ass about it this baby is the best thing that's ever happened to me #ficc #tag urself im me being insecure and stressed and not wanting to tag this with anything ugh my mind

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Cat & Mouse (Roman Reigns): Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Read it on Wattpad Writing Masterlist

Warnings: alcohol consumption, r*ndy *rt*n gets a little rapey, um i really cant think of anything else??

Word Count: 2156

A/N: I’m so sorry its been like 2 months since i updated, i went thru a writing slump lmfao. i think im back now tho, and there’ll be actual smut in the next chapter (im alr like half way thru w it). Also I know a lot of yall changed your usernames, I dont remember every new user name, I tried my best to change them but if im tagging your old account please let me know

Tag List (if anyone wants to be added, let me know): @m-a-t-91@mrsamberlopezgoodanoai@simulated-heat @greatbreadwizard @hoodgirl163 @sabrina-blyton @reignwithflair@sunflowers-and-swear-words @alexahood21@ii-love-roman-reigns @queenreignsempire @flawlessglamazon @not-that-kinda-gurl08 @fivefootxo @finnbalorsdemonqueen @romanempressfics @rocketgirl2410@sausagefest1996 @vebner37@macfizzle @cute-face-chubby-waist @wwefoever70@horcruxhunter5972 @cool-snowball-22-blog @designrwriterchic @metaldeedsblobfish@inkedirishbbydoll-blog-blog @calwitch (sorry if i missed anyone)

Finally around 9pm, they headed out of the hotel to meet the men in a club a couple blocks away.

15 minutes later, Lyra and Naomi entered the club to find the guys occupying a secluded booth near the bar, and away from the dance floor. Even as they walked up to the table, Lyra could see Jimmy's eyes change colour as he drank in his mate's flawless figure.

Lyra was thankful that the club was mainly filled with humans, there were a couple of Alphas and Betas sitting at other tables, but most didn't seem to notice her. She made it a point to avoid them, and try and mask her scent with the humans.

On their way there, she'd managed to convince Naomi to keep quiet about her heat. She didn't need the guys treating her weird, or worse, making her go back. Naomi went to join the guys while Lyra went to order an Appletini for her friend, and a Vodka Sunset (A/N: these are really good tbh) for herself.

Lyra hopped up onto a barstool to wait for her drinks. It was a pretty busy night due to the fact that it was a Saturday, and wrestling fans going to the Rumble the next day were also out and about. Roman and his cousins had chosen a darker corner to hopefully minimize people interrupting their personal time.

Lyra glanced back at her friends and chuckled when she saw Jey looking bored and a little irritated as he tried to ignore his brother and Naomi who were basically grinding on each other, not giving a fuck about either of the other two men at the table.

Despite promising herself that she would not acknowledge Roman that night, Lyra found her gaze sliding over to him. He was already staring at her, an intense, hungry look in his eyes that had turned a bright silver-grey. A shiver of lust ran down her body, and she forced herself to turn away.

It was going to be a lot harder than she'd anticipated to ignore him. Not only could she barely keep her eyes off him, but his scent had hit her the moment she walked into the club. Her heightened senses constantly drew her attention to him even when she tried to focus them elsewhere.

She stiffened as she picked up on his footsteps through the clamor of people and music. She pretended not to notice him until she heard him clear his throat. She slowly turned the bar stool to face him.

"Oh hey, Roman," she blinked up at him, putting on a sickly sweet smile; he stood before her, arms crossed with a stern look on his face. She hated to admit it, but he made the simple jeans, shirt, and a leather jacket look mouth watering. "Can I help you?"

"You shouldn't be here," he said. She should've known he'd say something like that, of course he'd notice, she grumbled to herself. Rolling her eyes at him, she turned back, not wanting to deal with his shit at that moment, earning a snarl from him. "Don't fuckin turn away from me."

"Don't fuckin tell me what to do," she shot back, refusing to look at him. She let out a soft whimper, and her grip tightened on the bar in front of her as she felt his fingers sliding under her jacket and shirt to grip the right side of her waist; her cheeks flushed as he brushed her hair aside with his other hand, leaning in till his breath tickled her ear. His scent wrapped around her, calming her nerves down; he smelled like a delicious mix of hot chocolate and caramel, and she wanted nothing more than to drag him back to her room and let him play out his worst fantasies with her.

"Baby, you can't be here, you think us Alphas don't know what a shifter in heat smells like? That little jacket's doin shit to mask your scent," he spoke low enough that the noise around them would hide his words from any wolves or shifters nearby. Part of her knew that he was right, and that he was only saying these things because he cared, but she was too stubborn to agree with him.

"I'll be fine, I can handle myself," she mumbled, luckily Roman's reply was interrupted by the bartender bringing over her drinks. Roman let go of her as she grabbed the drinks. "Listen all I'm asking is that you leave me alone tonight, you clearly aren't interested, and I get it, but I deserve to have my fun."

She brushed past him without waiting for his reply; silently, he followed her, looking like she'd just punched him in the gut. Putting a smile on her face she slid in next to Naomi, handing her the Appletini. The older woman downed her drink then waited for Lyra to finish hers before dragging her out to the dance floor.

Several dances, and even more drinks, into the night, Lyra staggered over to their booth that was now empty. She had had a little too much to drink, and the room was starting to spin a little; groaning, she rested her head on the cooling surface of the table.

She'd given Jimmy all her cards both for safe keeping and to make sure that she wouldn't be able to drink anymore, but she'd cut herself off too late, and she knew she was going to have a splitting headache the next day.

The sound of someone sliding into the booth next to her had her head jerking up, she shook her head a little as the room was still swimming. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she saw Randy Orton, one of the other Alphas in the locker room, sitting next to her, his head tilted a little as he looked at her with a sneer.

"What's a pretty little shifter like you doing getting drunk during her heat?" He said in a soft, condescending tone, as his eyes swept over her, lingering a little too long on her chest.

"I-I dunno what you're talkin bout, I think I should go now," she mumbled, trying to inch away from him, pulling Naomi's jacket around herself, but his smirk only widened when he heard her words.

"Is that right?" He replied, his voice had a dangerous edge to it, and, unlike Roman, his scent set her nerves on edge as he leaned in. She tried to cringe away but she was pressed up against the end of the booth, and he blocked the only way out. A shiver of fear ran through her as she realized she was cornered by an Alpha that was both bigger and stronger than her. "Well you certainly smell like a shifter in heat, first day am I right? Why don't I take you back...make sure that no one gets to you, it's not safe for a little shifter like you out here."

"N-no I dontwanna-," he ignored her words, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the booth despite her slurred protests. She had no choice but to stumble after him, her hazy mind still trying to work out what to do as they exited the club. Before she could think her way out of the situation, a large hand grabbed her free wrist and jerked her back, making her yelp in pain.

"Let go of Lyra," came Roman's voice from behind her, she looked up to see him glaring at Randy.

"Oh yeah, why should I? What I do with this little shifter is none of your business," Randy retorted, his voice adopting a mocking tone. Lyra glanced between the two Alphas, this wouldn't end well if it got physical.

"Because I fuckin said so, she's mine, get your dirty little paws off her," Roman warned, Lyra's eyes snapped to him, the surprise at him calling her his was evident on her face.

"She doesn't seem to know that, I've seen they way the two of you act around each other, you send some very mixed signals, Roman, no wonder she's getting drunk on the first day of her heat if her Alpha can't satisfy her," a viscous smile carved across Randy's face as Roman snarled at him. He finally let of of Lyra, allowing her to curl into the safety of Roman's arms. "Or maybe that's what you were waiting for, so you could do whatever you want to her with minimal resistance, can't say I never thought of it."

A shiver of revulsion ran through her, making her cling to Roman's shirt. Randy turned away and walked back into the club before Roman could spit back a reply. He stood there for a moment, glaring after the retreating Alpha.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed, you're gonna have a shitty hangover in the morning," he said, turning her around and walking her in the direction of the hotel. He kept a hand on her waist to stabilize her so that she wouldn't trip over in her heels. "D'you got your keycard?"

"Left it with Jimmy," she replied, not in the mood to talk, keeping her eyes firmly on the ground to try and avoid any more stumbling.

"Ah fuck, okay you can have my bed, I'll take Jimmy's, I got no idea when or if he's coming back to the room," he said, more to himself than her. They walked the rest of the way in silence. Lyra was practically falling asleep against Roman by the time they reached the elevators. He had to half carry her to the room, then pushed her towards the bathroom. "You gotta get that makeup off, can't have you messin up the sheets. I think Naomi keeps some of her stuff with Jimmy's shit."

He left her leaning against the counter as he went to rummage through his cousin's things. She had to grab the edge to stop herself from falling over when he left her side, the alcohol mixed with the fatigued caused by her heat was not a fun combo. By the time he came back with a little makeup bag, and a black shirt in hand, she was falling asleep standing up. He gently shook her awake and handed her the stuff.

"I hope Naomi got some of that makeup remover stuff in there, and you can change into this shirt if you wanna, is up to you," he said, she mumbled her thanks and unzipped the little bag to find a small packet of makeup wipes as he walked out, leaving her alone to change.

Eager to get to sleep, she made quick work of the makeup, washing her face with some warm water to get rid of any residue. She pulled off her boots, shorts and tank top and left them in a pile on the floor of the bathroom along with Naomi's jacket. Finally, she pulled on Roman's shirt, the material soft and soothing against her skin, before making her way out of the bathroom.

She found Roman perched on the edge of what she assumed was his bed, and she headed straight for it.

He looked like he was about to say something to her, but her exhaustion prompted her to ignore him, and crawl under the covers with a groan. She heard him snort; in amusement or annoyance, she couldn't tell.

The bed shifted as Roman stood up and padded over to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving her tossing and turning on the bed as she tried to find a nice spot.

By the time Roman was done, coming out in nothing but a pair of shorts as usual, he found Lyra buried under the covers, face down in the pillows. He sighed to himself, walking up to her to turn her over.

"Babe, you had a lot to drink tonight, you shouldn't be sleeping face down or face up," he said, not even sure if she was awake as he rolled her onto her side, but before he could pull away she grabbed his arm and hugged it to her.

"Cuddles please, warm," her sleep riddled mind barely even registering what she was doing. Roman froze, torn between wanting to give in, and wanting to keep his distance as he'd managed to do so far. He tried one more time to dislodge his arm, but her grip held tight as she nuzzled her face against his palm; groaning to himself, he careful slid onto the bed until her back was pressed against his chest.

As he pulled the covers up around them, he halfheartedly promised himself that he'd sneak out once she was properly asleep.

He took a sharp breath as she wriggled around, trying to find the perfect position, which just happened to include her ass pressed against his dick. He wrapped his arms under her chest to keep her still against him burying his face in her hair. Taking a deep breath, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

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saintkimora · 7 years

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ok……..here is the long awaited post of what happened on saturday night! (Last Saturday night btw not yesterday night) ive been too busy to post about it until now but it is juicy

so as i said on saturday, joel and i were texting on and off that day but it was weird as usual. so after i showered i wrote out a text to him saying that even though we havent been communicating much recently i still miss him and think about him all the time and that i appreciate the chances i do get to talk to him. so i sent this message but literally the second it sent i got a message from him. like we sent our texts at the same time. so i started reading his text and it started with “perry……im really sorry but what we have isnt working out” skafjhkajdhfkjads so i felt like a jolt in my legs and had to sit down. so he sent this long ass breakup text and here are the basic points that he used

he isnt ready for a relationship/exclusivity (even though HE was the one who literally deleted all his dating apps the day after we met bc he wanted to focus on pursuing me)

he hasnt been making the effort and i deserve someone who does

he hasnt been opening up and he is aware of that bc he knows he isnt ready

i deserve someone who is in a better place in their life than he is rn/someone who has their stuff together

i dont deserve what hes putting me through

he wants time to be single and make mistakes and regret them (stupid ass reasoning btw)

he knew using texts was the wrong way to end it but he wasnt strong enough to do it in person

he apologized if i feel like i wasted my time on him/if i regret anything ive done w him (since the last time i saw him before this was when i had sex with him)

hes sorry that he isnt treating me better

not my fault at all

so yeah that was the text! i didnt even read it fully until later on like i skimmed it and called him immediately and asked if we could talk in person (ofc i got all choked up trying to ask and almost started crying over the phone) so he said yes he owes me that much so i grabbed my tissue box, tried to put on my shoes (my mom had to help me bc i was shaking too much) and drove to his apartment and then sprinted to his apartment from where i parked a block away. i got there and his roommates werent home so it was just him. he opened the door and i said hi and he let me in and it was v solemn so we went into his room and sat on his bed and this is where the drama really started

so i was like “can i have a hug” and he was like “yes” so we hugged and i started crying. so we hugged for a while and then we separated and i was like “ok so explain why you want to end this” so he started explaining it to me. i was crying and he was crying too but i was crying more obv! i was like bawling. his eyes were red and tears were falling and he was sniffling but he wasnt like crying hard

so he just explained that he was in a bad place when he met me and he still is in that bad place (in reference to his depression) and how its not me its him and how i deserve someone who puts in the effort and doesnt distance themselves from me and actually has the time to see me and i was annoyed bc caleb did the same thing and i am sick of other guys telling me whats best for me like *vicki from rhoc voice* how do you know whats best for me? and like obv just bc you have depression doesnt mean you dont deserve love, like he said he still liked me and wanted to be with me and how it was breaking his heart to have to do this so i did not want him to end something just bc he felt he didnt deserve me or that he wasnt worthy of my love or anything like that

so he also explained how he wasnt ready to settle down and i was like sis we arent even officially boyfriends yet, its not like im asking you to marry me and have kids lmfao and he said he wasnt ready for exclusivity so i was like “does that mean you wanna fuck other guys?” and he was like “i dont know” so ????? and he was like “im feeling conflicted” so i was like wtf is going on in here on this day

also i asked if his roommates were home and he said no he was home alone tonight and that was part of why he was feeling so bad and its like sis…..if being alone makes you feel worse then making yourself even more alone by breaking up w me doesnt seem like the best way to fix that! and i told him that i was free tonight and he couldve just invited me over if he was feeling lonely and he was like “i thought you would be busy” like sis literally the only times i am ever busy on saturday nights is when im with him!! lmao

he also said he wasnt opening up bc he couldnt/wasnt ready for it yet, but like i wasnt asking him to open up like all i wanted was for him to put a modicum of effort into our conversations just to show that he cared, like we can just keep doing fun things like im not asking him to get all deep and vulnerable with me (although i would love that too)

so we just had a very emotional time, i was crying my eyes out nonstop and he was lightly crying as well, there was lots of hugging and holding and stuff so like i was really really REALLY losing it like i was so MESSSSSSSSSSYYYY like i was just getting all in my feelings and saying all the things im gonna miss about him and like apologizing for anything i did wrong/apologizing for not being enough for him and like it was really really bad. but i was still also cracking jokes like a dumbass throughout the whole thing lmao bc i like to find the humor in things

i decided to mention that i was originally planning to ask him to be my bf officially on our next date (that plan had changed since he became cold and distant the past week or two but originally i was planning on doing it on the next date after i got back from the retreat) just bc i was being emotional

at one point he was laying on the bed and i was sitting on the edge of it crying (and covering my face bc im an ugly crier even though he’d already seen plenty of footage of me crying at this point) and he held out his arms and was like “come here” and i was like “no” and looked away and he was like “please” like that was very satisfying bc it showed that he needed comforting as well at that moment

at one point i was just laying on my side rolled up in a ball scream crying into my hands now THAT was messy. it was nice though bc joel moved in behind me and tried to hold me and calm me down. speaking of calming down! there were some points where i got like………REALLY bad like i was breathing so hard and fast it was troubling but whenever i had a wave of that joel held me and tried to soothe me and help me breathe

i even offered to have an open relationship if he wanted (bc this was during the exclusivity convo) bc i was just trying to grasp at any straws i could at the moment in the hopes of reaching an agreement or just stalling for time so i could move past his walls and get through to him. in reality i would never even consider it bc it is definitely not for me but at the moment i was desperate. he said no though bc he knows i wouldnt want that and he said he didnt want me to compromise myself for him

so then this is when we reached the turning point. so joel was laying down and i was like half sitting on the bed/half laying on him. and i said something along the lines of “you dont have to go through this alone, i wanna be there for you” and like when i said alone he lost IT! like we had a breakthrough he started bawling just like i was this whole time!! obviously it was hard for me to see him in that state but it was also kinda nice to see how much he cared

but then he started breathing really fast and he was like “i think im having a panic attack” so i was like uh oh so i was like omg do you want me to get off of you or something but he was like no stay here so i kept holding him and tried to help him ride it out. but then he choked out the words “i think im making the wrong decision” like !!!! i have never felt such a strong feeling of hope in my life! but i was just like its fine dont worry about it just breathe and btw during this event he was laying on his side so he was looking to the side while i was kinda on top of him so i was like at him. so then he turned to look me directly in the face and………………………

he said “I love you!” like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hearing that made me SO so happy so i was like “i love you too!” and we hugged and kissed and then he was like “ask me!!” and i was like “ask you what???” and he was like “ask me what you were gonna ask me before!” and i was like “OH! joel……will you be my boyfriend?” and he was like “YES!” and then we hugged again and laughed and made out and it was really really passionate even though we were both gross with tears and runny noses, like it might have even been the most passionate kissing ive ever had! it was a very emotionally intimate moment and i loved it

so then he was like “im sorry” and i was like dont worry about it lmao so then we just continued cuddling and kissing and stuff for a while. he told me that he knew i loved him back bc during my breakdown i said “i really really really really liked you” and he said he knew i wanted to say i loved you lol

he also said hes gonna try to open up more and put more of an effort in so!! that was nice

so it was hot in his room and we were all sweaty on top of being gross from crying so we showered together which is always fun. and during the shower he was very touchy and he would like press his body against mine and give little kisses on like my chest or my back which i really loved. we also did some sexual stuff too

then we got out and dried off and he finally said he would watch flavor of love with me!! so we watched a few eps and it was super fun. then we cuddled until we fell asleep holding each other which is always one of my fave parts of our dates. he was very affectionate and sweet and i really liked it. then we fell asleep and in the morning i had to go home bc i had work or something

so yeah thats it! it made me really happy that he said i love you (and that he said it to me first!!) and i made sure he knew that he could always ask me for anything he needed if he was feeling down again or something. so now fast forward to today he is back to texting me every day and being an active and engaging texter! and i went over to do homework with him on monday night which was fun! and then on friday night he invited me over at like midnight and we got checkers and then we hung out and cuddled and watched more flavor of love. and then we did some more sexual things which was really fun! he was really really into me again and he literally is the hottest guy ive ever met so i enjoyed getting to make him feel good and stuff

on friday the 13th i am taking the gsa eboard + jami w me to go see the addams family musical at his school since he is part of the pit orchestra so that will be fun! i am very happy to have joel back and i am even happier that we are officially boyfriends now! and its so so so nice to get i love you texts again!! overall i am very happy with how things turned out and i am glad i fought to make it work instead of just seeing the text and being like ok bye

#personal #I'm posting this from mobile but I had it saved as a draft on my computer #so I hope the read more is still on it #if not.....sorry lol

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phanwithextrafluffontop-blog · 7 years

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I’ll Never Forget Him

Summary: When Dan slips and tells the entirety of the internet a secret about Phil, he tries desperately to cover it up. He just doesn’t try hard enough.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,271

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy this one. I’ve spent over three months crafting it to make sure that the whole thing is perfect. This really means a lot to me so please enjoy yes yes.

Hello crafties!

And welcome back to the number seven most popular crafting channel on youtube DanAndPhilCRAFTS over the years weve done lots of different kinds of crafts lots of crafts from glitter faces glitter noses glitter ears square eyes glitter eyes but today i thought we could combine my two favorite things what are they phil paper and nature nature is important nature helps us all it must be protected we are going to be making potato prints potato print prints s s you will need visit your local farm and harvest their best potatoes i chose farmer pete you bought that from the store, phil ha ha ha ha lying makes you go to hell this is my favorite potato whats his name jefferey ha ha youre a bad boy jefferey this ones long with a big head like him throw the smallest over your shoulder no one wants that next you will need a chopping board ha don’t get food on the floor or mother will be upset now you need to get a knife i have selected as many knives as friends i have which is two friends are important then you have more knives here is knife one thank you for putting the safety plastic on it knives are sharp sharp knife two is green careful with fingers my board matches my knife my board doesnt match my knife but thats okay not everything has to be perfect don’t sneeze protip next grab your potato grip it with all your strength im going to chop this one in half follow me dan slice it like it will remember it chop chop nice and clean that felt good for me activities are better with a pal sometimes grab your favorite potato half I don’t like you go away then what you will need to do is carefully carve a shape very carefully very carefully you will need to carve your favorite shape into the potato what stamp are you going to make phil im going to make a star what about you ha ha mines a secret but its very important isnt it secrets are important the area you leave behind will be the stamp no chopping things fills me with good memories if youre young get an adult to supervise you we are responsible we are so responsible id say potatoes in my top 10 favorite fruit sometimes its nice to look up at the stars and remember that theyre all already dead the universe is so big and cold I like glitter but we need the fruit of the earth to make our sacrifice the scent is so fresh if you make a mistake while cutting just think about it for the rest of the day what do you do with your excess potato you can feed them to your father or your pet can I eat it no dont eat raw potato protip pr pro now everything is chopped it is time to put away your knives into the sheathe you go dan that is not how to do it you have done it wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong ha ha my stamp looks like this ha my stamps a secret I like secrets the next stage is to get your favorite colors of paint and a plate or receptacle to put them in next it is time for the paint my favorite color is green pour it into the plate so it is ready for dipping that felt good ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha these paints were good value you got some on your arm im not supposed to have the green sorry then what phil get a fresh piece of paper this ones still warm ready for the print and get the potato and place it into the paint be delicate you only need a thin piece of paint that feels good are you being delicate im being so delicate prroteep once you have a good coating ha ha im very excited press it onto the paper phil too hard you hurt it be soft and neat soft and neat soft and neat phil you need to be calm once you are satisfied with the covering, you will have a beautiful pattern this looks like the cosmos space is violent dan why dont you try a color for my star im going to go for blue there we go I only trust my potato with my true friend ive covered it nice and well get a stamp these are looking beautiful wow potato stamps are so fun this is the best day of my life art is important i think we should add another color then you can mix them all together to make my favorite color a vibrant brown but that wont be important soon will it phil no shall we proceed to more important things one more stamp trivial too much folly is bad for a boy protip now its time for yours dan what color did you pick red its your favorite shade of red you ok we have important work to do our subscribers to the craft channel are the most important thing to me you fill me with the joy to make new creations twice a day this is our 1,733rd video and it makes me smile to think we have created so many things together the crafts improve my life in many ways if you think that a pure potato can form such a beautiful piece of art you know that art is all around us im going to place mine under the trapdoor beneath my bed I cant wait to see what it looks like when i hang it up ill be the only person to see it but thats all that matters because art is inside your mind art is what you make of it and that is what this craft channel is all about protip thats an interesting pattern I think youll be happy with this one youve come a long way daniel what ive learned is to be who you are inside ha or should I say what he wants us to be this is a step i didnt tell you about you wont need these where youre going oh you can stamp on any part on your body including your forehead oh that feels cold but refreshingly similar I can hear him hes getting closer daniel i cant see but thats okay because i believe uweihuhddjsyaueuywehdjsha8yduwhiw euiweyuwuwruwhriyfjejoguidbjehfueofjkxnfhdefgudsbfjdhfysdgfjdhfusegfudshlidufwgefuqodi9w8ydhujwfbdvnosifiqhwejfjiufgbewkldfiuefyghbkfloisu98yolq;op ojqgiwsfkjbne jhsdfkhugiwbjks okay ha ha ha ha creativity is nothing without friendship im sorry but phil had to go and soon im going to leave with them both too so thank you all for subscribing to the channel we love and appreciate all of the crafties that have been with us throughout these days we have been uploading I hope that you have a nice time making arts and crafts in your life and remember dont cry………………………………………..

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thoughtsandeverythingelse · 4 years

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even more reasons

ugh this is my second attempt at writing this, bc safari died on me. its ok. lemme try this again.

so today i had a long day. the initial plan involved: driving stimulation, actual driving, hair removal at chinatown, wake at bishan. the route should look like this: bukit gombak, chinatown, purple line up to dhoby gaut, then bishan.

but this was what happened today:

driving stimulation, actual driving, hair removal at chinatown, queensway vintage shop, then wake at bishan.

the route became like this: bukit gombak, chinatown, bus to queensway, bus to kent ridge but missed a stop, then walked to one-north, then mrt to bishan.

honestly all this could have been avoided, and funny how it happened bc of a (unexpected) plan with a boy.

honestly, i dont remember asking him explicitly “would you like to come with me”? it started out by us having conversations over something we have in common. perhaps it might be my fault, perhaps my own selfish desires got in the way - in the name of excuses to hang out/have conversation.

but i think what struck me today was a bunch of instances that i cannot seem to let go, even after this many hours later. perhaps it is coupled with emotions and feelings that come with it.

i asked if he had lunch, in hopes that he’d ask ‘oh, shall we tabao something over then?’ but he brought bread.

i was 15 mins late. he waited and did not complain.

there was an instance at the bus stop. honestly, i wanted to do something about it, but i didnt know how to go about doing it. i was thinking about it as we hear the loud sounds of someone puking. i thought about what i should do, what i could do. he didnt. he just did. he panicked, asked for a basic thing - a plastic bag, tissue paper, and just did. all while eating half a donut, and still able to finish it after the incident.

there was a girl that nearly stepped on the vomit. i wanted to say something, but i didnt want to interrupt his sharing. i wanted to do something. but he noticed. he looked over and after pushing her aside, he corrected me: why didnt you say it earlier? we were walking on the main roads and carparks. there were cars, and i was standing outside. he said nothing. but casually walked over to the side, making sure i was inside instead. i could have sworn i remember him pulling me to the side with my bag softly, asking me to get in.

i never asked for him to join me. perhaps casually said that i wasn’t sure what time he’d be done. he asked me if we wanted to go together. more importantly, he just came.

even more so on the way home, we went climb through railings, walked through grass patches, all that we could have avoided by just taking one right path. but it was fun anyway.

we took a long bus ride home. honestly, i didnt want to talk much. i wanted to sleep. not sure if it was an excuse i could make if i fell on his shoulder, but the fatigue was real.

we had a nice conversation on the bus. it was not deep, i did not have the capacity to go there anyway. but it was nice. there were moments that were coupled with silence. strangely for once, it did not feel uncomfortable.

sometimes i ask myself, why am i still attracted to this guy?

suddenly today, there were all the more reasons so.

but he also brought her up though. ok it was my fault. i brought it up bc my head wanted to hear things to rationalise my heart. my head wanted reasons to analyse and dissect this relationship. more so, to dissect him. but clearly, the heart did not really like it. it felt a bit yURks. but that’s okay. im not sure if i am saying it is okay, bc they have not been texting. i don’t know.

i think if there’s anything to take back today - i learnt that i truly enjoy this friendship.

unplanned, when he got off the bus i was ready to say good bye. we have this thing, when we join or leave a call, we’d do a L sign on our forehead.

unplanned, as he walked towards the bus stop looking up, i was ready to put the L on my head. and unplanned, surprisingly (or is it) - so did he.

i have to constantly remind myself - this is platonic. i am thankful for this relationship, this friendship. i am thankful that i see how it is like feeling loved, feeling known. i am thankful that i get to be a part of someone’s life, as much as he has been a part of mine. perhaps the heart might not be ever fully satisfied - i don’t know. perhaps the heart might feel even sadder one day. but i guess, that’s tomorrow’s worries. but just for today, for everything else, - there were all the more reasons so.

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[MF] To Love The Wind_A Simple Beauty

So ive been wanting to write a novel for a long time now, but it never seems to pan out for whichever reason, mostly i have a hard time finding good inspirstion plot wise. Tonight, me and my girl were reading a short story about the God Of Arepo, and she asked me if id be able to write something similar. What i came up with is kind of metaphorical for both of our lives, so its a little sappy, and honestly im a pretty meh writer in general so also meh. But it felt good to write again for the first time in a while, and if j can continue to find the inspiration, i may expand this into a short novel. Either way its not done, and ill probably be posting the next couple parts soon. Also im new to reddit so be gentle if i dont get how this place works. But dont be gentle on the story, rip me a new one, reafirm all my self doubts and self loathing please.

To Love The Wind Over the ages, people have made a dozen limericks and expressions about love, and how it can save you. But Sevi never thought much of those old tales. Something about it was off to her. If you need it to save you, is it really love? If someone can really love someone, did they ever need saving? No, since she could walk, Sevi fought tooth and nail not to love people, not really. People could be fun maybe, but the more she started to love someone, the more she worried they changed her, claimed her.

She would rather love the trees and the wind. The meadows and the winds, the road beneath her, the worn sandals that kept her feet from bruising on the stone, everything she could find to love. For but a moment, as she scrambled for something new. She never really stopped loving, not once she had started, but rather just leaped and ran, constantly scouring for something new, someone new, something to outshine the last. The dew on the grass never lost its shine, the blue copper that streaked the mountains never lost its luster. But who could remember that, when staring at the sun.

For most of her young life, this suited Sevi just fine. Her feet always licked by thorns and brambles, but if you just keep running, the sting never really stuck. Until one day, she got herself caught. As she looked at herself in a creek by her favorite meadow, something just didn’t seem right any more. No longer did her hair seem to shine, her eyes seem to luster. And on that day, she gave up her love. She stopped running, and lay down to weep, and eventually, to rest. Others still saw her beauty, but to her, she was like bark on a tree. So like a tree, she planted herself, down in her favorite meadow, where she could be alone in her favorite patch of moss, in the shadow of an ugly old oak tree. And from that patch, she never rose, not when people came to wake her, not when family came to leave offerings of flowers and jewelry at the roots of her tree.

A Simple Beauty People rarely starved in the valley between the green hills, and rarely were they put to flame. But rarely did they see the beauty of the outside world; the shining seas, and high peaks, the gilded halls of lords, or the mosaiced temples of gods. But the people of green hills were happy with their simple beauties. One such beauty, was a particularly ugly oak tree, in a particularly plain meadow. It sat on the banks of a thin, muddy stream, shading a patch of moss, where old folks often sat down for lunch, and children or young lovers sat to skip stones.

It was an ugly tree maybe, but its boughs gave shade for beautiful things. And from time to time, people around the meadow would take turns tending to the tree, to the little patch of moss they all visited from time to time, but no one thought much of it.

One day, some soldiers came through town, brandishing no torches or swords, but searching for more who might. With them came a young soldier, one from a town nearby, who didn't really know why he’d joined. His whole life he’d had little to fight for, and money was a good enough reason he supposed.

As he strolled about, his hand resting on the pommel of his new sword, he lifted his eyes a bit for the first time, proud in a small way to see himself as a man. But without a way to prove it, he knew it wouldn't last.

On his walk, he chanced upon a small meadow, where a young couple sat beneath and old oak, and he thought to himself “That’s what I should fight for. For a place I can call my own, a home with simple beauties.” But try as he might, the words rang hollow in his mind. Still, the small beauties of the valley did him well, for the months he stayed there.

But the soldiers who marched over those hills one frigid winter cared little for their simple beauties. The green hills had burned before, and surely they would again, and the people who lived there simply left, with tired eyes, and heavy hearts. Not everyone could run, but the local soldiers laid no claim to the valley, and decided to leave rather than defend it. But as one young soldier strolled about the hills in his camp, he looked down on what felt like his home, saw what felt like his family he never knew, the old or long rooted, the few who defiantly refused to run.

He saw them being slaughtered by men with swords and horses and fire, and he though to himself, “This is what I’ll fight for, for people I can call my own, So others can live their lives in peace, without worry.” And though the words rang hollow, he charged down the road to help his neighbors, not caring if an arrow found his heart, or a sword his throat. But it wasn’t an arrow or a sword that found him, but a stray hoove, that set his eyes to black.

When he woke, he found a village in ruins, the last of the fires smoldering in the cold wind. As he stumbled to his feet, he searched for a place to rest, someone to fight, someone to help, anything to make him feel lucky to be alive. But all the houses had burned, all the soldiers gone, and the villagers dead or captive. And as he started to lose hope, he found himself lying in a patch of moss, near a small creek, kept running from the muddy water that wouldn’t quite freeze. And he looked up, at his favorite, ugly oak, its boughs torn and frozen, its meadow set in snow and ash and gore. But despite everything, it still stood, sheltering its little patch of moss from the storm and war.

He looked around with tired eyes, and found himself hungry, starving really. For a day he lay there, too tired and dazed to move. But the tree sheltered him, and the moss eased the pain in his back, the gurgling of the creek soothed him. When finally he sat up, calm, but famished, he saw the wilted offerings at the base of the tree, old flowers and jewelry, and thought to himself “I must not be the only one who loves this tree”.

“I guess I owe you a favor eh?” He said, half bored, and half lonely “I’ve not much to offer. But you can have this… I won’t be needing it any more.” And he laid his sword at the base of the tree.

He set about, and looked for something to eat, but all the fields and stored had been pillaged and burned, the game all scared away. After searching for what felt like hours, he sat back down in his patch of moss, despondent. But as he did, he saw something new, something he hadn’t noticed before. In the muddy little creek, was a small noose trap, likely set by a child in hopes of catching a minnow. And in that trap, was a small, shrivelled fish, still wiggling. As he went to pry the fish, he found a bush of berries, hidden away by the boughs of the oak.

Looking at the great oak, and some of its branches, scattered across the ground, he decided to make a fire. “Im sorry tree” He said as he lit it “Already you’ve done me so much, but it seems ill need your help some more.”

The fish, though shriveled, felt satisfying to him, and the berries delicious. “You’ve done me so much, but I’ve never got your name” He said, half to himself, “Well you can have mine if it matters. I’m Aren.”

Much to his surprise, the tree responded, in a quiet, feminine voice “I'm Sevi.”

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greensungnostic · 5 years

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(Grand)father's day

Well, it's Sunday. You promised the old man you'd come for a visit, have a special little father's day with him. It'll be nice, spending time with him outside of his study. You start things off by shuffling sleepily down to the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you start up the stove. In a cast iron skillet, you lay down a few slices of thick bacon, a few rolls of sausage, and once they're starting to sizzle and fill the pan with a cheerfully popping sizzle, you crack a few eggs in the to fry in the fat. Next you add some tomato, a few mushrooms, and a strip of black pudding all together, two servings sizzling merrily away in the large pan. You pop a few slices of bread in the toaster, put on a pot of beans to cook, then put the kettle on while you wait for it all to cook up. A Full English Breakfast, his favourite. Once it's all nice and ready, you butter the toast, cut it into triangles, and plate everything up. With a newspaper tucked under your arm, you gather the pair of plates up, floating your teacups along behind you with your powers. You ascend to the second floor on foot, lightly tapping at it with your toeclaws to announce your presence. You call through the door -

grandpa! its fathers day! i brought you your favourite! breakfast in the study!

You finagle his doorknob with your hands full, using your elbow to twist it just enough to pop the latch and enter into the dim, musty room once more. He's here of course, staring long and thoughtful into the fireplace once more, which flares into life when you approach. He never seems to get tired of that trick! You set the plates down at the desk, pulling up the stiff side chair to face it.

oh come on i know you are busy but it is your fathers day breakfast, at least come over here!

He makes no moves from his firewatching vigil, so you roll your eyes and push him over there directly, leaving him standing behind his desk, looking at the pleasant tendrils of fragrant steam rising from his plate. He doesn't sit - never has been one to sit for anything but the fanciest meals. But you do sit, tucking into the hearty meal with a soft smile on your face. You don't go to the trouble of a Full English very often, but it is good. You can see why it's his favourite. He doesn't seem very hungry - he scarcely seems to want to touch it - but you can tell from the twinkle in his eye that he appreciates it all the same.

are you gonna finish that bacon and sausage? no? okay thank you grandpa! hehehe, i know, you dont want to mess up your mustache. it looks very nice today! so sharp, so smart!

You snag his uneaten meats, munching them up, as well as one of his little mushrooms. While you eat, you figure he'd like to hear any new news. You were just here the other day so there's not a ton new, but you can touch on it all the same. It's sweet of him to take interest in his granddaughter's life, after all! You look up at the old man in his Stout Dignity, offering a small smile while you speak.

hmm? no nothing super exciting has happened this week, honestly. just did some more gardening and stuff, you know i love to do that! yes grandpa i make sure im armed. no i dont think every earthworm has a chance to grow - yes i read dune, those dont actually exist or if they do the worms in my soil are not precursors to sandworms!! pffft!

How silly of him, to even think that your garden worms could become shai-hulud.

other than that, ive mostly just been playing this game with some friends! no like an online one! it is called mine craft and it has you... well, mine ores and craft things out of them! theres lots of adventure, monsters to fight, and more! yes im well armed ive got a magic bow and sword! i might be one of the better strife combatants on the server honestly. i run around on a horse named hubble, exploring for resources and building tunnels and quarries and supplying people with stuff! its really fun, id only ever played it alone before recently. you might not like it though, theres no guns! just bows and crossbows. maybe some could be modded in though! or shoot fireworks at people!

He seems interested, though a dourness seems to befall him when he hears there's no firearms. Maybe it's not a good idea, he'd probably kill all the cute non dog animals. At least he seems tickled by your horse's name. Always naming things for scientists, it's the Harley way. You put your fork and knife down, stacking his half full plate atop your empty one to do away with them both - a quick zap of dishes into the sink. You down your tea, then do the same with the cup. You rise up, looking up at the towering old gentleman.

so tonight is a werewolf night so i dont have aaaaalll night unless you really wanna see me go full furry and cavort around like a loon, but i thought you might want to spend some time together outside today? i set up a little shooting range so i can show you my marksmanship! wanna go see how im doing? im on my sixth prestige level on riflekind so you could say im pretty good!

Grandpa doesn't seem averse to the idea. He always wants to make sure you're well armed, well prepared, so showing your prowess is likely to be a good activity! You loop your arms around one of his, green lightning dancing around the two of you before the scene suddenly shifts to a spot outside in the fields. The fruits of your gardening labour, both figurative and literal, sprawl out in all directions to the edges of the ship. The Breeze ruffles through your hair and the looser bits of Grandpa's expeditionary outfit, the smell of flowers and vegetation in the air. Dotted here and there, you've set up little dummy copies of monsters - a papier mâché ogre here, a clay swarm of imps, little rudimentary robotic underlings bobbing and weaving as targets. You can tell Grandpa is surveying the targets, his grip on the Blunderbuss tight. But they're not his to destroy, they're yours. You draw out a stopwatch, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. It's quite a stressor, showing off your skills to your Grandfather. Okay, you're ready. You click the starter....

Strife.

Your spring into action, your GIRL’S BEST FRIEND deploying from within your specibus and into your hands. You fire a volley of pinpoint-accurate shots into a swath of imps, each one perfectly removing the heads in a spray of fine dust. You YOUTHROLL as if avoiding a barrage of attacks, stopping on a knee to switch to the GREEN SUN STREETSWEEPER and eviscerate a mechanical lich. You swap through your rifles one by one, blasting apart the targets you've set up, each shot dead in the middle of the bullseyes painted on them. You slide, you run up a tree and jump off to shoot upside down in midair, you rifle butt a basilisk. For a grand finale you light the papier mâché ogre ablaze with a green sun flamethrower to soften it up, then swap to your LITTLE BUSTER guitar-rifle to first ventilate it, then pummel it into cinders with the base of the instrument. You let out a little cheer and stop the stopwatch, dancing on the spot in celebration. You check the timer. 1:34.62. Just over a minute and a half, not bad. You bound back over to Grandpa, a big grin and a light sheen of sweat on your face. You gesture out over the dust of your destruction, other small bots already scurrying out to collect the destroyed targets, the spent casings.

voila!! howd i do grandpa?? not a bad time for all those baddies, if i do say so myself! do you like the bass guitar? it shoots .45s and also grenades from the headstock and its good for bashing with too! it dual-classes as an axekind weapon too, haha... i converted it from a regular old classic rickenbacker myself!

You hold up the LITTLE BUSTER for his perusal. He looks on with what feels like an air of appraisal, as if inspecting your craftsmanship. You stay quiet for a long moment to just let him see, before he seems satisfied. A glint of approval, what might be interpreted as a smile behind your grandfather's dense moustache. He's never been good at praise, but you can tell he's proud.

haha, thank you for coming out and watching, grampa. it means a lot to get to show you that, and all this too! do you like how the gardenship looks? ive been up to my eyebrows in dirt making it all cute! look over there, you can see rip van maple, just growing and growing! technically its only a few years old but the growth acceleration puts it at like three hundred!

You spend the next hour or so pointing out nearby points of interest, talking about the care and maintenance and upkeep of your garden, your robots, even the dogs. As if conjured by the utterance of his name, Becquerel appears, curling up at his master's feet like he's prone to. You scratch between your direwolf sized hound's ears and sit down against him, still quietly talking to grandpa.

so how has work been going in there, grandpa? oh, right i know, business trade secrets, cant discuss them! still i hope you are not working too hard in there. you always seem so lost in thought... maybe looking out the window once in a while instead of into the fireplace would give a fresh perspective! shhh i know it is the favorite spot but still! you might even see me running around from in there, haha...

You sigh, looking up at the imposing figure above you. The wind rustles his mustache, and he stalwartly gazes off into the middle difference. Maybe, he seems to think. Maybe he'll try it out. You can tell he must be getting tired though, time to get back to work. You lightly grasp his shirt hem, and Bec returns all three of you to the study. This time his perch does seem to be near the window, overlooking the grape vines and the little bench you built for Rose, just offset from the pane to spare himself the excess light and the ominous silhouette in the window. You pull a little box from your sylladex, a gift for your beloved Grandpa. You can tell he's too lost in thought to pluck at all the lavish ribbons and paper you've wrapped it in, so you unbox it for him. Within he finds a few Artifacts - the skull of a monster that you put onto his mantlepiece immediately; a bottle of his theoretically favourite Cognac, which you put on a shelf next to a few similar bottles of brown alcohol. Clink. And last but not least, a loud Hawaiian shirt with a computer woven into the threads. It's bright, it's garish, it's absolutely nobody's style. You set this neatly folded on his desk, where he can deal with it at his leisure.

okay grandpa, i know you gotta work... thank you for coming out with me today! it was nice to spend time with you... ill come visit again soon, okay? i love you soooooo much grandpa!! happy fathers and grandfathers day!!

You hesitate, then scurry over and hug the old man, clinging tight to his sturdy frame. A single tear runs down your cheek and musses his khaki attire, but it's only a small watermark. You gaze up at the lofty gentleman, ears angled backwards for a moment, wishing he'd return your affection now and then. But it's alright. It's tough for old men full of machismo to show their love. You know he cares from the wistful look in his eyes. You hold onto his hand for a moment, squeezing gently, then depart. As you go, you hear the soft chime of a wardrobifier, perhaps triggered by the teardrop. You look back, and he's wearing the shirt you got him. With a soft smile you slip from his study and close the door behind you, murmuring one more time -

happy fathers day, to a wonderful grampa...

#whoops a day late))#had to spend time with actual family irl))#long post #solo writing #solo rp #drabbles #death cw/#guns cw/

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sarahkhadrahasni-blog · 6 years

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S: What are your nationalities

Guy 1 : Lithuania.. lithuanian !

Guy 2: i am… irish

before I continue I just want to say you can choose not to answer any questions btw like what’s your gender if you want to answer that

what’s your?

gender!

oh, male

how old are you

20, 18

and, what’s your occupation? even though we already know

design academy

technology university (at TU/e)

and what year?

1st year,

bachelor, second year

why are you here?

(pause) …studying.

No, I mean the gym (laughter)

oh : gym, we just went to the gym

to become fit (big?)

what sport do you do there

just abasic workout, bench squat

how often do you come

3 times a week

“this is my second time ever”

oh yeah and i go to badminton as well

do you come alone?

us?

yeah, i mean

do we come alone?

usually!

oh yeah, no this is the first time but we’re planning to

together and all of that

how big would be the groups?

just two of us i guess

maybe 3 at times

when did you decide to start exercise

uh i’m getting getting into it so last week i guess i decided

i went there the first day i arrived, so yeah immediately

ok we have a sportsman here

decidated

yeah thats cool how long is your routine?

an hour and a half i guess?

yeah mine is an hour and a half as well

how do you feel before exercise

how do i feel?

Yeah physically before coming

I try to feel prepared, like at least the night before get 8 h of sleep and eat something but that’s not necessarily the case, sometimes im fucked and i still come

but you still come, ok that’s cool you’re very strict about this so that’s a good thing i guess, uh no opinions sorry

i understand! i mean i just try to come uh doesn’t happen all the time but if i cant come today ill come tomorrow if not tomorrow the next day

uhh how do you feel during exercise? sorry

hmm he didn’t answer,

oh you didn’t answer? answer!

oh yeah the last one,

yeah how do you feel before exercise?

uh excited i guess

physically?

physically , asleep i guess

sooo, how do you feel during exercise

fine? uhm

concentrated…?

when i do hum to the gym, you exercise then you rest for some time so i just basically dont think about anything i just put on a timer and it all goes natural like yeah

do you ever feel about (inaudible?)

hum yeah well basically i do somethings on my phone but i dont really prepare myself mentally for the exercise cause if you just go it’ll happen

and what about you?

bit of exhaustion i guess, it’s an empowering feeling i guess so like you feel good when you do it, same after

ok good you anticipated the next the question

oh yeah (laughter)

anyway, ask it

how do you guys feel after?

good! i feel way better than compared to the way i felt before it

satisfied, satisfied

yeah you come out and doesn’t matter what the matter is you kinda feel good all the time so that’s one reason to come!

so you feel satisfied and… good?

good, well, not baad (laughter) decent hum fine, fine rad, dope, swag

do you feel actual swag? that would be the intro line of the (intro?) “you feel swag after the gym”

“yeah swag here and there, get funky!”

ok do you guys eat healthily?

do you what sorry

do you eat healthily? do you eat good food or bad food or

yeah good food good food

what do you mean by good food

yeah describe that

i eat good food up until mondays last year and then you’re worried and you’re working all night, yeah i eat good food generally, you feel like eating good food after exercising you don’t want to eat shit food it just kind of naturally comes

“I do eat everything, doesn’t matter, i mean i have no strict rule for what i eat there could be a week where i eat frozen pizzas then another one where i make something everyday for myself fancy and shit so but i do eat a lot of almonds, like way too much (laughter) like a lot a lot

can you eat too much almonds?

me? no!

how many almonds can you eat in one minute

oh idk i eat them like i dont try to eat them quickly i just have a bag of them like

idk like this many

and i eat this amount everyday

shit

yeah, but it’s super practical since you can anything you can do your homework, your games, you can be on the bike and have them in your pockets and just snack on them it’s like the most practical food ever

that’s way better than crisps

yes, hum wow you eat a lot of almonds

oh yeah yeah i have six kilos of almond back in my home

crap

this might have been less than what i’ve eaten my entire life

(laughter)

could be!

yeah

and yeah do you guys smoke

(both of them) yeah

ok how do you feel about that, the sports and gym and smoking?

“uh i feel like we’re all gonna die”

(intense laughter)

(pause)

so you might as well do something empowering while you die and while you’re slowly killing yourself i guess

yeah back in lithuania where i’m from theres like ton of discussions about like smoking and doing sports and it just pisses me off hmm yeah there’s basically one rule :e everything is healthy - depends on the amount so if you go the gym it’s objectively good not to smoke immediality before it but if you have a day where you don’t go to the gym why not take a smoke, just feel good? and don’t stress yourself about it

i think like idk for me anyway it’s not so much about the health it’s just about … fun!

yeah fun actually!

it gets you active and i think we’re all a bit too young to care about our health anyway… we’re all gonna die.

so gym is fun to you guys, more than it is an health concern

yeah

For me it’s just a very good way to maintain my discipline so if i don’t go to the gym it’s very hard to wake up in the morning; get to do any exercises of stuff just meet with people. You don’t have the power inside of you to do shit, and this way you can train it, basically if you’re at the place you must do something you just cannot come here and say “erhh maybe i’ll go out “ cause you see other people doing stuff around you and you’d feel super retarted if you went out without even doing anything

for me it’s more about the discipline than the muscles so yeah

and it’s fun as well

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