#like im not exaggerating when he did finally get treated both times they told him if he had waited another day or another week

[landofgay]

lol hospital did nothing. dunno what else I was expecting

[deexchanel]

Vacation

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Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, A tipsy reader, Fluff maybe?

Summary: the avengers finally have a break off from avenging the world. The first place they go for vacation? Maui Hawaii.

A/N: You guys liking my content means a lot💜💜. when writing one-shots why don't people put oufits? i wanna see wtf i be wearing since im y/n!😂 I got some long faux locs in my hairrr sooo ykk i had to put it in here🙂

Y/N stood in the kitchen pouring coconut rum into a drink that she found a recipe for on google. It was called a mermaid cocktail and it looked like something she could get away with, without any of her family members saying something. "I'm so ready to drink this, it looks so good." She mumbled stirring the rum mixture.

She is 23 years old but the team still treats her like a little kid. As of right now, everyone was taking a nap from their huge lunch. All those missions they work was eventually stressing them out so Y/N took it upon herself to plan a vacation for them. She rented out a huge beach house for them. Best idea everr!!

Seeing the smiles on their face made her feel so content with her main priorities being happy. "What are you making?" Loki's voice said from behind her. Y/N gave him a big toothy grin. "Oh, nothingggg!"

"You're up to no good, I know you are." Loki raised an eyebrow at her turquoise-looking drink. "I'm not going to even ask." He sat down at the island, shaking his head. Y/N could feel something was off with him. She put the pitcher in the refrigerator, then sat beside him in the chair.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking Y/N."

"About? We're on vacation Loki, we can think when we're back at the tower doing boring missions." Y/N stared at his jet black hair, having the urge to run her fingers through it.

"No, you can't touch my hair." Loki knew exactly what she was thinking. Y/N pout her bottom lip, squinting her eyes. "That's not what I was going to do. Anyway, what are you thinking about?"

"I feel out of place. I just know they are still mad with me from the events of New York." Loki buries his face in his hands. "I want to go back to Asgard, I know they'll rather want me there than here."

Y/N removed his hands."What makes you think that Loki? If none of wanted you here then I wouldn't have told you about this trip. " She giggled making him let a small smile creep on his face. "You're right where you belong and if anyone isn't happy about you being here then just know that Thor and I are ecstatic to have you here. I'm glad you came, means a lot to me."

"Means a lot to know that you want me here Y/N." Loki's small smile went to a big one. Y/N slowly moved her hand to his hair. He watched her slow movement in amusement "No Y/N." She huff playfully giving up.

"Fine, I'll try another time but I'm happy that I made you smile. You're way easier than Bucky's serious ass. Now that's out the way, it's hot girl summer so no sadness from no oneee!!" Y/N exaggerated getting out of the chair going back over to the refrigerator. She pulled out that now cold pitcher, chugging down the concoction.

"Did I hear Y/N say something about a hot girl summer?" Steve rubbed his eyes while he walked downstairs. Y/N rubbed her mouth from the leftover drink on her lips. Steve furrowed his eyebrows at the now half-empty pitcher. "What's that?"

"Nothing! Don't even stick your nose in it." Y/N put the pitcher back. Steve looked at Loki who just shrugged his shoulders with confusion still written on his face. Y/N placed a rushed kiss on their cheek so they wouldn't smell the amount of alcohol she just consumed. "I'm going to get ready so we can go to the beach. Steve wake everyone up for me please so we can leave in the next 30 minutes."

"Okay Y/N," Steve replied ready to question her but she was already up the stairs. 20 minutes later Y/N had music blasting from the speakers while she ready. From that consumption of alcohol, it kicked in about 10 minutes after she got ready. She was only tipsy, maybe. Y/N couldn't focus because she kept giggling at everything.

"Damn why is everything so funny!" Y/N said getting mad at herself. Her long black faux locs flowed down her back after she struggled to place them in a high ponytail. Meaning she broke 3 hair ties and gave the hell up.

"Y/N we're waiting on you!" Tony yelled up the stairs but Y/N waved him off. She grabbed her purse, pausing the music. Tripping over her feet a bit, she made her way downstairs. Bucky caught a glimpse and instantly spoke up.

"Oh hell no Y/N. Go change."

She waved him off too, purposely ignoring him. "I'm readyyyy". Tony crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Barnes. Y/N that isn't a swimsuit, that's two pieces of cloths."

Thor smiled, "I like it Y/N and since I like it, we can leave." He picked up a beach chair but everyone yelled no in protest except Natasha. Thor rolled his eyes sitting the chair down. Loki moved her hair aside, closing the white and blue shirt that she wore.

"Now you need a hair thingy to keep it close."Y/N smacked his hand away lightly, going over to the kitchen to find some chips. "Y/N why aren't you saying anything?" Bucky followed still upset about her outfit.

"Her outfit is fine guys. Let's go because you guys are over exaggerating." Natasha placed her shades on her face. "I got your back Y/N!"

"It's not fine, she's showing too much," Steve said being overprotective. Still not phased, Y/N nodded her head from the kitchen. " That's why you my bitch, thank you!" Everyone was shocked by her choice of words. Bucky grabbed her waist.

"Y/N are you drunk?"

Y/N giggled,"A lady never drinks, she sipssss." She dragged out the s, kissing his nose. Bucky pressed his lips together, getting his answer.

"Guys she's drunk!"

Groans went around the room. Steve was in realization,"Ohhh so that was what she was drinking when I came downstairs earlier."

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"And it's hard to keep my cool

When other bitches tryna get with my dude and

When other chickens tryna get in my coop

'Cause you're a one in a million

There ain't no man like you"

Y/N belt out the lyrics to Streets for the 13th time while Bucky held her in his arms while they were in the ocean. They had been at the beach for 30 minutes, and a biker went by playing that song in her speakers. Y/N haven't let go of the song since.

"Y/N if you sing the same lyrics one more time, I swear I'm going to drop you." Bucky scolded while she gripped his shoulder tighter. Y/N placed her head on his chest, the sun was getting rid of her drunkness. She was tired since she didn't take a nap like everyone else plus Bucky's heartbeat and the sound of the oceans was calming her down. "Sorry! It's stuck in my mind."

Steve, Tony, Loki, and Thor played on the beach with water guns. Natasha laid in the sun, getting a tan. Per Y/N's request, Bucky was in the water holding Y/N close. She was surprised that he even agreed to it.

"Bucky?"

"Yes Y/N?"

"I'm tired."

"I figured, let's get you out the water." Bucky turned around to walk back to the shore. Y/N just snuggled more to his chest. "Bucky?"

Bucky’s voice held slight annoyance, thinking she was playing."What is it Y/N?"

"I'm glad you came on this trip, I know this past year had been so hard on you and I thought this trip would help ease your mind. Plus I got to know you better, that’s a bonus.”

“Yeah at first, I didn’t want to come but I couldn’t turn down seeing you in a bikini.” Bucky laughed making Y/N laugh as well hitting his chest lightly. “Bucky!”

“What? I’m being honest. I just rather for only my eyes to see.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“You going to have to get used to it. But for real though, this trip made me not think about things that's been haunting my mind. Coming on here was the best idea.”

“I’m glad I could help with that.” She tapped his shoulder for him to stop. He placed Y/N on her feet. “I’ve come up with the best plan though.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “What’s the plan?”

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Y/N made herself sink underwater. Bucky waited a couple seconds before putting on his best acting voice. “Guys! Guys! Y/N she’s drowning!” Natasha stood at the shore, looking out at the water in concern. The team wasted no time running in the water.

“What?!?”

“What happened??!?”

“Oh god, Y/N?!”

“Shit!”

Steve was Y/N's victim, he hunched over in her area of the water. Bucky pulled at the ends of his hair keeping the act going. “She was doing alright until I couldn’t hear her anymore.” Y/N lurched up grabbing Steve by the neck, pulling him in the water.

Bucky's face of distress turned into humor. “Steve she got you good!” Both Y/N and Steve appeared out of the water. Y/N was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach. Loki found it amusing while Tony, Steve, and Thor didn’t.

“That was a good one Y/N.”

“Don’t listen to Loki Y/N. You had us worried!”Thor huffed and Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah! I thought something really happened to you.”

“I’m sorry guys.” Y/N snorted trying to contain her laughter. “It’s not my fault, it’s Bucky. He came up with the idea. You guys should’ve seen Steve’s face when I came out of the water.”

Steve mocked her laugh, “Ha Ha Ha. It’s not funny.” Bucky held his hand in defense trying not to laugh as well. “It’s not mine! This was all her idea.”

“Capsicle is right, it’s not funny. Don’t scare me like that again.” Tony scolded her, he held out his arms. “Now come give me a hug so I can feel better.” Y/N gave him a hug, that humorous smile not leaving her face. When she tried to pull away, Tony held a grip. She realized.

“TONY!”

He laughed leaning forward and they both fell in the water. Soon it turned into a big splashing war between everyone, they were having so much fun.

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At 7:28 p.m. both Y/N and Bucky walked back to the beach for dinner. The restaurant they chose for tonight’s dinner was there. Since Y/N is over the planning for the vacation and Bucky is attached to her hip, they were at dinner first.

“I know the wait is going to be minute so sit down while I talk to the hostess.” She reassured him. Bucky looked at her kind of worried because he wasn’t comfortable with crowds yet. She squeezed his hand, “You’re okay.”

Bucky nodded his head reluctantly. Y/N walked off to make sure this restaurant gave them a private table away from the crowd, preferably on the beach. After about 10 minutes of talking, something just told her to turn around. It was some woman that looked around Y/N’s age steadily talking to Bucky even though he looked so uncomfortable.

“Hold on one sec.” Y/N held a finger-walking away, not even waiting on the hostess's response. Y/N quiet appearance kinda scared them both. “Excuse me. Hi!”

The woman looked at Y/N with attitude. “Um, why are you speaking to me?”

Y/N took a deep breath to calm down. “ I’m speaking to you because you’re talking to my boyfriend and you obviously see him uncomfortable.” It was for the sake of the moment. Bucky and Y/N aren’t together, just a few flirts here and there. But since Y/N knew this bitch couldn’t take a hint she said, boyfriend.

“You might have him confused for”

Y/N cut her off, “No I don’t have him confused for no one. That’s my boyfriend so get your desperate ass out of his face before I embarrass you in front of everyone. We don’t want that do we? Now walk away miss.”

The woman turned her nose up walking away without saying another word. Once she was out of sight, Bucky visibly relaxed. “Thank you so much Y/N. She wouldn’t stop talking and my a-anxiety was getting bad because I didn’t know her and...” He shook his leg. Y/N sat beside him giving him a hug.

“Hey hey calm down, it’s okay now. I could see she made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to stand there and let her continue to do that.”

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Anything for you Bucky.” Y/N kissed his forehead then she stood up, holding out her hand. “Now let’s go get this table because I did cut the hostess off coming to help you.”

Bucky laughed grabbing her hand. As they walked back over to the stand, realization hit Bucky. He smirked.

“So I’m your boyfriend now?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, “No Bucky, it was in the heat of the moment.”

“What if I was to ask you out?”

“In your dreams Bucky.”

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This took longer to write then what it supposed to be.

Hope you guys like it 🥰, I was trying to include a Loki moment because I’m starting to like him more.

Stay slutty my friendsss!

[movedyourchair505]

Non Mio (Napule Nights)

Had this idea with Elana ages ago, Alex telling Jade about how he stole somebody’s girl back in the day. Smut warning.

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His hand was resting on her thigh, steady, spread out, squeezing every now and then when he shifted, the heat of his palm a constant against her skin, and as much as Jade tried to focus on the back and forth between Alexander and the man sat opposite them on the other side of the table, it also hadn't escaped her that he was more smug than she was used to during meetings, a dark chuckle escaping him unsolicited, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly with amusement as if there were something he knew that no one else did, and while he did not seldom exude this vibe, she'd noticed it to a different level, anticipated a beneficial outcome of the meeting for him as much as its conclusion.

She didn't miss a word, nor an exchange of glances, had noticed too how the other man's gaze had lingered on her in a way that she knew would only fuel Alexander's possessiveness, as well as hostility towards him, and she was relieved when finally, he closed the deal with a quick handshake.

“Pleasure doin' business wif yeh,” Alexander drawled. “Feel free teh stick 'round 'n 'ave a drink. 's on meh,” he declared.

The man raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly, oblivious to the exaggerated politeness he was being offered, as Jade could tell more so than ever that none of it was genuine, and that her husband had absolutely no respect for the other man. “Very kind,” he said. “But my girl's waiting for me.”

Alexander's eyes widened, his gaze following the man towards the bar once Helders opened the door for them to exit the small room. “Oh,” he said with a small chuckle. “Reyht.” Followed by his security, he steered Jade to approach the bar with his business partner, his hand on the small of her back possessively. “I remember 'er.”

“Oh, you do?” the other man asked. “Right. Right, she came to a meeting with me a while ago.”

The brunette looked up when she noticed them approaching, looking from the man that kissed her cheek for a greeting to Alexander. “Mr Turner.”

“Alreyht, luv?” Alex drawled, giving a pointed nod. “Nice teh see yeh again.” He licked his lips. “Didn't realise yous was still an item.” A small smile spread across his face. “Luvleh.”

Jade watched him from the side, now convinced she was missing something, and eager for the couple to leave so she could investigate her suspicions, so she took it upon herself to dismiss them. “It was a pleasure,” she said, holding her hand out, which the other man took and shook briefly.

“And you, Mrs Turner,” he said.

She smiled, had in the last couple of months not grown tired of hearing her name said back to her out loud, nor reading it on countless documents. She gave a nod to the woman, waited for Alexander to give a dismissive nod to both of them before they turned and walked towards the exit, Cook following until they reached the doors.

Before she could speak, Alexander was facing the bar, had ordered two more drinks. “Cigarette, pupa?”

She reached to draw the thin gold case from the top pocket of his suit jacket, placed one between his lips as he parted them. “Alexander,” she said, watching them flame dance steadily for a moment, then lighting his cigarette for him, watching him take a slow drag as he trapped it between his fingers. “What was that?”

He tilted his head to the side, shifting to sit back on one of the stools. “Wha'?” he asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly as he regarded her with his now full attention.

“You know what,” she said, taking a drag as he held out his cigarette to her. “What's the story with that loser?”

He chuckled. “Fookin' joke, weren't 'e?” He took another drag, blowing the smoke away from her. “I mean, I done business wif 'im before, and 'e 'ad 'is bird wif 'im. Tha' bird tha' were joost wif 'im. Were a mess of a meetin' then. Pissed meh reyht off.”

“And you kept doing business with him? Why was he here today?” she asked, her brows furrowed and she reached for her glass as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. “Grazie.”

“Might've gotten sum compensation,” he shrugged, pursing his lips.

She watched him slick back his hair, instantly missing his touch. “Compensation?” she questioned skeptically.

A smile played around his lips again, conceited, and he took another drag from his cigarette, followed by a sip from his whisky. “Yeh. I asked 'er if she wanted t'stay for a drink. Fook knows why 'e let 'er. Maybe 'e thought it would 'elp business.”

“And it did. We just had a meeting with him,” she stated.

“Per'aps. It were more me own personal fun though. Got a bit of satisfaction. I mean, sheh were luvleh. Yeh saw 'er. Pretteh fing.”

She was wearing a dress that didn't leave much up to imagination and Alexander hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her, hadn't tried to, she looked exquisite, and definitely too good for the man she was sat with. He cleared his throat as the man turned to leave, beating him to speaking. “Would yeh like teh stay for a glass of the whiskeh I joost 'ad brought in?” He directed his gaze onto the pretty brunette clad in leather. “Bella.”

Her eyes widened. “Mr Turner...” She looked over at the man by her side.

Alexander hadn't quite expected success with his offer, knew that if the man knew anything about him, about his reputation, he'd take his girl straight home, but there was hope, a challenge, and he was bored, wanted to rise to it, had felt disrespected despite the man's low status, and he did not want to leave the encounter the way it had been. He'd won in business, he wanted to win personally. “Yes, luv?”

“I... well...” She glanced back between the two, biting her lip when the man that had brought her gave a hint of a nod.

“You have a drink. I'll wait for you at my place. Turner gets the best liquor.”

A small smile spread across Alexander's lips. He'd hoped the man would believe the only thing he could offer to his advantage, that it would help business if he used his girl as bait. He just had no way of knowing what Alexander had in mind, nor did he know much about his nature. And that simply fuelled his satisfaction.

“Alexander...” Jade shook her head. “You could've just not done business with him.”

“It were a good deal, even if it were below me standards,” he shrugged. “And it were fun, I tell yeh. Sheh were great companeh tha' night... and the fact that 'e dun't know after all this time... fookin'ell...”

She slowly began to comprehend his complacency throughout the meeting they'd just been in. “I think maybe their thing is just quite open...”

“Wha'? For this long?” he asked, shaking his head. “Nah, not wif 'im. There ain't no good reason why she'd beh wif tha' clown still.”

Jade pressed her lips together, nodding slowly.

“Yeh ain't jealous, are yeh, doll?” He reached to cup the side of her face, angling her head towards him until their eyes met, his thumb pressing into her skin just below her chin for control.

“It was years ago,” she stated, pursing her lips. “And you're just getting off on your power high.”

“D'yeh not fink the fact tha' 'e dun't know is... amusin'?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I suppose so,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I mean, it's not like I'm surprised you succeeded, Alexander...”

He tilted his head to the side, watching her take a sip of the drink he'd had poured for her. “So,” he hummed. “'ow's yehr man treat yeh?”

She swallowed. “Well...”

“I mean...” He held his hand up to elaborate. “All I'm sayin' is... yeh can do better...” He took a sip of his own. “Stunnin' girl like yeh...” He'd watched her shift closer to him, tucked her hair behind her ear, his thumb dragging slightly over her cheek for a moment. “If yeh ain't comfortable 'ere... yeh could come back wif meh to me place. Been told the view from me apartment's stunnin'.”

Jade shook her head. “You're impossible,” she said.

“I fink I were fair,” he shrugged innocently, crushing his cigarette in the ashtray, then snapping for one of the girls that walked past and gesturing towards one of the rooms. “Get tha' readeh for us, yeh?”

“She couldn't help herself...” she said, eyeing him closely, the way his lip stretched as he spoke demandingly, how his eyes softened slightly once they were back on her. The top buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned as usual, offered a view of his sun-kissed chest and chain that matched his rings, his tattoos on display too. He'd just gotten his hair trimmed that morning, the sharp edges of his face accentuated, especially in the flattering low lights of the bar.

“'s gettin' yeh, eh?” he teased, a dark chuckle following.

“Alexander,” she huffed. “You are too full of yourself.” She had no doubts about his power, not now and not then, though wondered how far he'd taken it, why exactly he'd been so amused, and she couldn't suppress her curiosity as he nodded for her to finish her drink, then led her to the room he'd requested, the one they usually got when he didn't feel like being watched by everyone, didn't want everyone to watch her, and she was eased when the heat of his palm met her lower back again. “Did she fall for it? The view?”

“The view at me old place were stunnin',” he muttered. “Dun't quite compare to now, but...” He tilted his head. “I weren't lyin'. Birds loved it.” He led her inside, sat back in the cushions of the large sofa instantly, his arm stretched out over the back, his knees pushed apart. “C'mere.”

She lowered herself onto his thigh, his hand instantly on her hip to keep her there, and she looked at him, waited impatiently.

“I bet yeh're wearin' summat luvleh under tha' dress, darlin'.” He pressed his lips together as he watched her stood by the window, taking in the view of the city. “I mean, I kno'... not intended for meh, but... I gotta say... I do like fings tha' aren't s'posed t'be mine.”

The more time passed and the more he saw of her, the less he could suppress his lust, fuelled by the greed of not letting the other man getting away with securing a deal that he didn't deserve. Alexander had worked hard, and he knew he deserved more, that the deal was below him and the standard he'd acquired. “'e buy yeh nice fings?”

“Sometimes,” she said, nodding slowly, taking another sip from her drink, her eyes now on him. “He used to more...”

He hummed, nodded understandingly. “Rehyt. Anehfin' else yeh wish 'e did?” he asked, stepping closer to her. “Yeh can tell meh,” he added. “Joost between you 'n meh.”

She shifted into his palm despite the surprise of his touch on her hip, met his eyes, had evidently fallen victim to his charm that she'd been warned about, her fingers clutching on to the cool glass in her hand when he drew his other hand from his pocket and he was right there, her knees weakening further from the look in his dark eyes, and then he was forcing her lips apart with his, his intensity irresistible, and she found her body arching into his beyond her control, his hand sprawled out and pushing against her lower back.

Jade swallowed, watched his mouth caress the words as he spoke, his top lip stretching.

“Sheh needed it,” he declared. “Clearleh.” He pushed his tongue into his cheek, lifting his gaze to her. “Yeh want meh teh continue?”

She nodded, reluctantly, torn between not wanting to give him the satisfaction and admiring his unconditional power.

“Yeh make meh feel good then, eh?” he hummed, nodding downward. “C'mon,” he added, shifting backwards and sighing contentedly as she undid his belt buckle without another word, obeyed instantly and started stroking him once she'd freed him from the restriction of his shiny pinstriped suit trousers.

“Mm...” He hummed with satisfaction as he drew back. “Luvleh...”

Her eyes widened, her hand coming down flat on his chest, but he spoke first when she parted her lips to.

“Dun't worreh,” he drawled. “'s our secret, doll.” A deep sense of reassurance filled him when she leaned in for more and he was only too happy to comply, angling her head to kiss her harder, keep her where he wanted, chuckling when she drew away for breath sooner than he'd have liked. “Yeh sure this is wha' yeh want?” he hummed.

She swallowed, though nodded instantly, completely drawn in by his manner of absolute control and unshakeable confidence.

“Yeh stay 'ere, doll, 'n I'll... take vereh good care of yeh.” He let his hand wander lower, closing over her ass and ready to push up her dress. “Might beh a lot, but... I promise I am vereh nice.”

“I want to stay,” she stated confidently. “Mr Turner.”

He hummed, a flick of his wrist and her dress was pushed up around her waist, in no time he had her pinned to the window, stood behind her with complete control. “D'yeh need a safeword, luv?” he asked, his lips brushing against the side of her neck.

“N-Not usually,” she whispered, felt his hand coming over her mouth the moment she'd spoken the words, the other dragging her thong to the side.

He reveled in the way her breath hitched in her throat, her voice shaky. “Are yeh usualleh this wet?” He chuckled as she instantly bucked into his touch, rolled her hips back so his fingers instantly sank deeper inside her with a soft gasp that made the glass fog. “D'yeh like the view?”

She tightened around his fingers instantly, had him humming, seemingly pleased. “Good girl,” he drawled, pushing his fingers into her mouth. “Relax into meh.” Her lips sucked around his fingers instantly when he started fingering her simultaneously, her body compliant. “Mmm, yeh, tha's it, sweet'eart, joost give in...” he hummed. “Tha's me favourite.”

He could feel her giving in further with each push of his fingers, appreciative of the way she sucked obediently on his fingers while she took what he gave her, the promise of her lips soon too much to handle as she started drooling around his fingers, too tempting to not take. “D'yeh wanna taste me cock, doll?” he drawled, his breath against her neck. “'s alrehyt if yeh do.”

“Jade,” he snapped. “Enouf of tha'. On yehr knees.”

She was surprised by the sudden change in tone, the abrupt demand, but needed no telling twice, lowered herself to her knees between his legs, hardly had time to comply when his hand was already at the back of her head, fingers wound into her hair and he pushed her down on him, making her gag with how deep he pushed his cock inside her mouth, a long drawn out moan of relief leaving his lips as he threw his head back and she mewled around him, her eyes wide, watering, but she swallowed needily around him when his eyes met hers.

“Fookin'ell,” he drawled. “Yes.”

While he'd been careful before not to overstep any boundaries to achieve his goal, he was now sure he had her, could tell from the look in her eyes when he was no longer touching her and she clearly wanted him to, ready to follow his every command. “Sure yeh'll beh luvleh on yehr knees, doll,” he declared. “Yeh wanna show me?”

He watched contentedly as she knelt in front of him and he took her chin between his fingers, smiling down at her. “Keep yehr 'ead up... good girl,” he drawled. “Look like a girl tha' knows wha' sheh's doin'...”

She parted her lips, blinking up at him.

“Pretteh lips...” he hummed, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip, tilting his head to the side expectantly. “Open wider for meh.” He groaned as she sucked him into her mouth instantly. “Relax yehr throat,” he snapped, his voice trailing off into a moan when his tip hit the back of her throat. “Oh, wha' a good girl...” he hummed.

She moaned around him, tried to keep him there as he gripped on to her hair, clearly not finished yet, his undivided attention on her as she choked on him momentarily.

“Beau'iful,” he remarked. “Sooch a luvleh girl.” He hummed as he dragged her off him, licking his lips as he watched her clear her throat, her eyes shiny. “More than yeh're used teh, eh?”

Before she could catch her breath, his grip tightened again, forcing his cock down her throat and she tried her best to comply, eager for more of his praise.

“Thaa's it, sweet'eart,” he drawled as she swallowed around him again, stayed where he held her. “'ow wet's yehr cunt rehyt now, eh? Get off feelin' me cock in yehr mouf?”

He could tell she was struggling, took mercy on her and letting her catch her breath, stroking back her hair. “Vereh pretteh,” he hummed, drawn in by her swollen lips. “Would yeh like teh sit on me cock?” He tilted his head, surprised when she leaned into the touch of his hand. “Or d'yeh like teh joost beh used? Lie yeh down 'n I'll give yeh a nice fook?”

Even if she'd found her voice, she wouldn't have known what to say to him, too absorbed in his promises, everything he offered, had during the meeting gotten the impression he was all business, that the warnings of him were focused on the threat rather than the temptation of him, but she wondered now how many of his glances she'd misinterpreted, realised more and more that his mind was filthier than his manners when conducting business suggested.

“Yehr eyes lit up,” he remarked. “Like bein' pushed 'round? I could do tha', doll... yeh joost relax 'n do nofin'... joost take me cock...” He watched the excitement in her eyes. “Might beh sore 'n for a couple of days, but... promise yeh'll beh properleh fooked 'n taken care of.”

“Mr Turner...”

Jade gasped when he let her come up for air, had mostly let her suck his cock at her pace as he'd gotten lost in his story, though then refused to let her draw back, forced her down again and made her struggle so blissfully that the look in her eyes was worth it when she stared back at him. “Alexander...”

“Yehr mouf is fookin' luvleh...” he drawled. “Sooch a good girl...” He brushed his fingers through her. “Keepin' me cock wet while I tell yeh the storeh... yeh like tha', dun't yeh?”

She took his hand when he held it out for her, let him guide her into his lap. “Was she able to handle it?” she asked. “You fucked her?”

The sound of her voice had him almost losing control, as much as he enjoyed telling her the story, he really just reveled in her admiration. “Sit down on me cock, doll.”

“Alexander.” She blinked back at him, whining when his fingers closed around her throat.

“I fooked 'er,” he stated, squeezing lightly. “Overestimated 'erself though... 'ad teh stop meh at sum point... insisted teh suck me cock though, kept fankin' meh for takin' care of 'er...” As proud as he was, he was now speaking impatiently, watching her closely, an edge to his voice when his voice cut through the silence again. “On me cock. Now.”

Her grip tightened on his shoulder and she shifted her hips instantly, her head dropping down on his shoulder as his hand pushed down roughly to push her down in his lap and he filled her mercilessly, all at once and demanding to be felt, groaning loudly at the way she squeezed him in trying to adjust, her fingers digging into his shoulder. “Yesss,” he hissed. “Tha's me girl...”

“Alexander,” she whimpered breathlessly, the friction of his cock dragging against her walls too much, too blissful. “I-I... I love you.”

He stroked his hand down her back, possessively pressing down on her lower back to arch her body, to fill her deeper. “I luv yeh, Jade.”

The look in his eyes took her breath away, the depth of them, the intensity and devotion, and he pulled her in with his fingers still wrapped around her throat, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, consuming and with an overwhelming passion, the bitterness of smoke and whisky demanding to be tasted, the spice of his cologne intoxicating, the heat of his body forceful, his words slurred against her lips irresistible.

[ssamie]

five. similar routines

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry 

gen masterlist.            “snow” masterlist.

"you know, oikawa-san.." she started off with a sheepish hum "yes?" oikawa hummed with a smile 

"i thought you were only picking me up so we can walk together." she said 

"exactly. that's why im here" oikawa said with a chuckle 

"so.. why are you in my room so early in the morning?" she deadpanned as she looked at him, as he sat on the foot of her bed "you're here way too early, oikawa-san" she said with a yawn

"well, i thought i'd get to know your mom too since she's also new to the neighbourhood ya know? shes very nice, by the way." oikawa chuckled out 

"my.. mom..?" she sent him a weirded out look 

"hey! not like that!" oikawa shrieked out "if anything, you'd be the only girl i'd have eyes for, FYI" he said with a wink. "oh.." y/n said with a laugh. "well, it's whatever oikawa-san." she said as she stood up from her bed. 

"did you eat breakfast yet? i feel like you have since you're already dressed up and all.." 

"but if you haven't, you can eat with me." she offered as she looked at him expectantly by the door 

"i ate already, but we can have coffee together" oikawa suggested with a smile as he followed her out "oh. but you'd have to make it since i suck at making coffee." she said "oh come on, you can't be that bad" oikawa mused as he ruffled her already messy blue locks 

"i'll drink whatever you make, don't worry" he said 

"okay but i warned you." she replied with a sigh 

oikawa sent one last fleeting glance to her room before he closed the door. he took note of the snowboards displayed by her wall and her skateboard so delicately situated by her desk. as well as the slightly messy collage of pictures stuck to her wall, most of them being pictures of a redhead. 

"oikawa-san?" she called out, looking back to see him lagging behind. 

"oh sorry, i'll be right there, y/n-chan!" 

"this is coffee is probably more bitter than a rotten ballsack." oikawa muttered to himself as he reluctantly gulped down the beverage.

"did you say something, oikawa-san?" y/n hummed with a smile

"i said this coffee is probably better than any drink there is!" he exclaimed

"really??" y/n asked with sparkling eyes "then i'll make you coffee every morning starting now!" she said with an excited smile

oikawa paled as he watched her relish in the compliment with a smile, it's almost as if she was oozing with sparkles."ah.. y-you don't have to.." oikawa stammered out with a quivering smile

"oh.." her smile fell

oikawa mentally gasped and hastily shook his head "no, i take that back!" he exclaimed "you can make me coffee! in fact, you can make me a gallon everyday if you want!" oikawa rambled with in a frantic tone

"okay, oikawa-san" she smiled "that would mean we'd meet every morning too, haha" she chuckled

oikawa froze at the statement and nodded with an accomplished smile. "yup. sounds good!" he said. he then turned away and dramatically cried a single tear. "so worth it.." he muttered as he sipped on the devil spawn of a drink.

"anyways, should we go?" she asked him. "i can leave my board if you want me to walk with you." she said "no it's fine, i'll just keep up" he said 

oikawa hummed to himself as he envisioned the two of them making their way to school. y/n was skating while he holds her hand, the both of them laughing and smiling like two protagonists of a shoujo manga. 

"let's go, oikawa-san" she called out to him as she puts on her converse instead of her school shoes and grabbed her board. 

"right." oikawa hummed as he happily followed behind, watching her get on the board and placing her phone in her pocket. "you'd keep up with me right?" she asks him "i won't go too fast if you want.." 

"no, no. go do your thing, i don't mind~" oikawa cooed with a smile 

"okay then." she sent him a smile before fully skating away and leaving a trail of dust behind. 

"eh?" oikawa blinked in confusion as he watched her skate in a baffling speed and jumping effortlessly over bumps and obstacles. it was so different from what he's seen the first time he saw her skating to school. he was almost certain she was just one of those mediocre skater girls that everyone likes solely because they're pretty. 

"oikawa-san, why aren't you following?!" she yelled from atleast a block away 

"huh? well i didn't think you'd leave me behind like that!" oikawa whined as he ran towards her with a huff "you said to do my thing!" she yelled back 

"right, right, my bad!" he laughed it off as he patted her back "i'll slow down if you want" she offered with a laugh 

"yeah, i'd love that.." 

from his front porch, iwaizumi watched them with an unamused look on his face. "flirting already?" he groaned "its seven in the morning, when will i ever get a break from this?" 

"wow, didn't think you two would get so close so quickly" hanamaki teased as he pointed to y/n who was fixing the nets 

"um can someone help me put this up-" 

"oh that? it was pretty easy" oikawa shrugged it off with a smug grin "she just couldn't resist me and my charms, ya know?" 

"i'll do it for you, don't worry!" oikawa cut her off as he skipped towards her and proceeded to put the nets up himself 

hanamaki sweat dropped as he watched the brunette continue to chat her up while she simply nods along "more like you couldn't resist her.." he sneered. matsukawa joined in as they three in teasing comments to the captain, all while oikawa tries to shut them up. 

"hey, let's eat out after practice, y/n-san" yahaba suggested with a flirty smile 

"oh, sure.." y/n replied, tilting her head in confusion as his face contorts into one that resembles the handsome squidward. "cool. i'll come." oikawa interjected as he stared yahaba down. 

"oh uh- i meant me.. and her.." yahaba sweat dropped 

"yknow what, why don't we bring the whole team!" oikawa let out an obnoxiously fake laugh as he announced the plans to the whole gym. "geez. he's down bad" matsukawa said to hanamaki as the latter nodded along 

"jesus christ, that dumbass.." iwaizumi sighs as he watched oikawa subtly give yahaba more tasks than the others 

"are you free later iwaizumi-san?" y/n asks him as she hesitantly tugged on his sleeve. iwaizumi raised a brow and nodded. "yeah, why? did you need something?" he asked 

"i know i said i'll stop trying but i still wanna know how to play volleyball" she said "can you teach me? coach said you're the ace" 

"oh sure" iwaizumi gave her a thumbs up "but didn't shittykawa teach you already?" 

"it didn't really work" she frowned "maybe you'd be a better teacher". iwaizumi sweat dropped as he heard a dramatic gasp followed by a thud from afar. he didn't even need to turn around to know that it was oikawa. 

"sure, i'll teach you the basics" iwaizumi sent her a grin. "thank you!" she exclaimed happily before walking off and doing her work 

"iwa-chan, you traitor!" oikawa exclaimed as he tried to tackle him down, only to be blocked by iwaizumi's arm. "shut up. its not my fault you can't even teach her how to hit a damn ball" iwaizumi rolled his eyes 

"i can, okay! it's just her..." oikawa chuckled sheepishly "she doesn't know how to hit it properly" 

"huh." iwaizumi hummed "maybe she's right, maybe you're just a shitty teacher." 

"you'll see for yourself!" 

"i can finally play volleyball!" she announced excitedly as she munched down on her food "really? how'd you learn that?" kindaichi mused with a soft laugh 

"iwaizumi-san taught me! he's really good" she said with  sparkling eyes 

oikawa spluttered as he felt an imaginary arrow pierce his chest. "ah.. that's.. that's great y/n.. good job" he squeaked out with a quivering smile. "maybe you're right.. maybe i was just a shitty teacher" oikawa shamefully admitted to iwaizumi 

beside her, oikawa silently sulked as he gloomily nibbled on his burger. "oikawa-san, i can finally serve too" she told him with a smile 

"glad you're aware" iwaizumi snickered. "anyways, i'm gonna go ahead" iwaizumi said as he stood up and stretched. "i have a shit ton of work to do so i'll leave ya guys to it" 

"iwaizumi-san, won't you walk with us?" y/n asked him "we're neighbours too right?" 

"ah actually, sure-" iwaizumi cut himself off as he caught a glimpse of oikawa looming over her shoulder 

the brunette was giving him an exaggerated frown, paired with his 'puppy dog eyes' and even some tears for the effect. its not that iwaizumi was swayed by the expression. frankly, he just didn't want to look at it any longer so he denied. 

"actually.. you guys can walk together. i think my mom needs me now. stay safe though" he said. y/n nodded and waved him off while oikawa send him a grateful smile and a wave. iwaizumi simply flipped him off and waved the rest goodbye. 

"so, anything else you want, y/n-chan?" oikawa cooed as he watched her chomp down her meal 

"milkshake.." y/n muttered with a delighted look on her face. "milkshake it is!" oikawa exclaimed. he then turned to yahaba who was grumbling by the corner and grinned. 

"cmon then, yahaba-kun~ she said she wanted a milkshake! chop chop!" oikawa chuckled. yahaba rolled his eyes but pulled out his wallet anyways. "why am i getting treated like this?" he silently sulked 

"well you were the one who invited us after all" oikawa mused. "i invited y/n, not all of you!" yahaba whined 

by the side, hanamaki and matsukawa simply watched, sneering and laughing to themselves while they ate. "this is gonna be a long night" hanamaki let out a sigh "who cares? yahaba's treating us" matsukawa shrugged 

"i never said that!" yahaba shrieked out 

"how do you feel?" oikawa asked her. "full.." she replied with a satisfied sigh "thanks for inviting me, everyone" she said 

"no problem, y/n-senpai!" kindaichi replied as he and kunimi waved her goodbye "bye guys!" the rest of them said as the team dispersed to their own routes. 

"guess its just us now" oikawa mused as he stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. "right." y/n nodded as she slowly skated beside him 

"sure, oikawa-san. i'd like that" she smiled 

"let's walk together tomorrow too" oikawa suggested. "i'll invite iwa if you want" 

"this'll be like our routine from now on" oikawa cheered "us three will be best friends in no time" he sent her a  wink 

"best friends.." she muttered "i already-" 

"-have a best friend, i know" oikawa finished her sentence with a laugh "it's fine to have more than one best friend, ya know?" he mused 

"more than one.." she hummed thoughtfully "someone other than reki..?" she muttered to herself 

she looked down at her feet and her board, then back at oikawa and the slightly starry sky. it was quite similar to the daily routine she has with reki. skating together to school, eating out, and skating back home. it provided her a strange sense of deja vu. 

"that sounds nice." she said with a smile 

oikawa smiled back and put his hands behind his head as he walked. "yeah it does." he agreed 

"i look forward to being best friends with you guys" she said 

sorry for the spelling / grammar mistakes if there are any :<

"me too, y/n."

[shyampyari]

What if our asshole listened to Krishna and kunti and headcanons for arjuna and karna hating each other but still fighting together.

If this had happened the war would have ended much earlier, like maybe 7 days?but the destruction, however, wouldn't would have been any less. The whole revealing and confronting had made someone like karna's heart weak, what would it do to arjuna? When the truth was revealed, it was yudhishthir that had mourned the most (i always felt that it was a little exaggerated) but Arjuna? he was shocked but quite until he finally opened his mouth only to ask yudhishtir to shut up, he tried to put some sense of artha and dand in him. Why? Imagine loosing (more like killing) your granddad, who had offered them shelter after the lose of their fater, your guru who had treated you no more or less than his own child, a son so dear to him, his other son and so many other. Don't you think a person will go numb after this much of grief? Maybe that's what happened to him. But now imagine this being told to him before such a feeling of sadness had already abandoned him, before he had become a heigher being, before Krishna had provided him the knowledge of gita, he would have been broken (this poor boi). That been said, let me provide you what a gem the pandavs would have been if karna was a part of the pandavs. However, i don’t think they would have hated each other so much after know what they were like,

Karna would drop him stubbornness to prove himself as the greatest archer. Why? would you really want to prove yourself better at something than your younger sibling?

Pandavs would have obviously won but the confidence of the kauravs would have reduced by like 1/4th. Resulting, Duryodhan would have been more frustrated and would be taking more dumb decisions. He had lost the person that would counter Arjuna, moreover, now he would need to counter 2 such ppl. He would probably just cry in Shakuni’s lap

Arjuna would have still needed the gita gyan (this boy is v soft and needs to be protected, now he has karna to do so).

Karna’s sons would probably also be killed by Ashwattama, so now they would need another heir for Indraprastha.

But wait

Karna would be the crowned king (being the eldest) and as Krishna had bribed him, Draupadi would be his wife. This is the part that i don’t find so pretty about this headcanon. The guy who insulted you is now your husband? In my head, I hope Karna would have rejected that part.(but it’s still debatable) (Karna x Draupadi shippers are not invited)

Karna and Arjuna would have been salty to each other at the start but then maybe at some time, alone preferably, they would have a heart to heart conversation, where karna would tell him that he no longer wanted to be the greatest archer in the world and that

“You, my little brother Arjuna, are the greatest archer this world will ever witness. Little brother, I am proud of” 

To this Arjuna starts to cry and curses himself and then karna joins in and they both are just this cutie ball of crying mess. Krishna is watching them from a distance with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.

These two are inevitable. 

And the purest bond ever. 

Karna would have been a just ruler with yudhishthir as his prime advisor while Krishna is now gone to Dwarka to live his remaining life with his children and wives.

Oh and the curse

I have a feeling that Gandhari would have also cursed Karna because you see, he was Duryodhan’s support systems (they shared 2 brain cells, both of them belonging to Karna) and with him gone, Duryoudhan’s doom was waiting for him.

What’s interesting is how will she curse him? He already has two curses to work with.

Anyway I don’t want to end on sad note.

So Parikshit

This boy is gonna be THE GREATEST warrior ever, cause imagine being the son of Abhimanyu and then being thought by Arjuna and Karna themselves.

like dayum

I think he would die before the whole Swarga-Prasthan, like he will have 4 curses to catch up on. 

And this will add upto the pandava’s grief 

However

I think things would have been better if they had the shadow of Karna on them Rather than that of Yudhishthir.

There you go bb @1nsaankahanhai-bkr 

@chaanv put some more gyan to this post?

@incorrectmahabharatquotes so maybe this gets exposed to more ppl. sorry im an attention hoe

Edit: because i have a very dumb and malfunctioning, mortal brain and also the fact that i had to attend a Calculus class in between writing this post, I forgot to add a few things so lemme just-

The war would have obviously suffer a huge impact on it due to the change in the density of power now.

I think Karna would have let the Pandavas handle the whole Bheeshma situation because they had a deeper connection and deeper emotions with the old man.

I also can’t see him interfering in the death of Drona. 

I have a feeling that he would be responsible for keeping track of Ashwatthama but maybe not killing him. Krishna guessed everyone’s faith, I think he might have know what was to come from Ashwatthama too so he would have saved him for that, besides, it was Arjuna who had done penance to defeat an army containing someone who is a partial incarnation of lord Shiva himself. So I guess he would have helped tackle ppl like Drona and Bheeshma when they were still alive

oh and also the narayani sena

 why is Narayani  sena so underrated? 

Coming to Abhimanyu’s death. With Karna gone, I think there would have been no one to counter Abhimayu’s young and fast moves. They would have injured him, sure, but end him? i don’t think so. Karna would have helped him, of course, but then again, Shakuni would have found a way to keep him away but for how long? Jayadrath would have been kept alive till the sunset and just as Arjuna would have showed up, a very injured Abhimanyu with a proud Karna on his side would have been waiting for him to finish off this asshole who was now lying on the ground and begging for mercy.

And did Abhimanyu survive? I don’t think so. He would have been slain in the silence of the night with his cousins. He would have still died a death caused by cheating.

Duryodhan’s Death would have been the most painful one for Karna. After all, they were such dear friends. I have a feeling that an injured Duryodhan, moments away from his death, would have refused to talk to Karna. Karna would have stayed at a very far distance, watching with mournful eyes what had become of his friend.

‘this wouldn’t would have happened if I had taken his side’

but then all the unjust and adharma would have flashed in front of his eyes almost at once. Krishna’s voice in his head, he couldn’t hear them, but he could feel it. The terror of realization.

and when he would look up again to see the person that caused it all, his sight would be blocked by a very grieve struck Ashwatthama, hunching over his dear friend’s almost lifeless body.

He could see Duryodhan whispering something to Aswatthama. Even from this distance one could see Ashwatthama trembling from anger and vengeance. You could almost see his aura go completely black

As Ashatthama left the, now lifeless, body of his childhood companion, he knew that it had been

His legs, however felt frozen from this still new sense of responsibility that he held of being elder to 5 pandavas now.

so he would kneel to the ground and weep. 

If he wasn’t much broken already amidst the fractured sense of celebration that the pandavas had held in the air, he might have let a tear drop for his sons. 

oh shit

sorry this just got really sad

anyway, I made some additions @1nsaankahanhai-bkr  @chaanv@incorrectmahabharatquotes 

[kingofbr00klyn]

Newsies prompts! Yeah! Um... 1. Jack being a big brother to Race. 2. Crutchie and Racetrack getting into some trouble together. 3. Jack and Spot caring for some of the littles. Pick one or write them all idc. Can’t wait to read!

Hi this took me like 4 days to write, I thought it was longer than that but okay, I have loads of other stuff in the works, this is just the first one I finished. Sorry for the wait. So this is for the prompt we’re Crutchie and Race get into trouble.

I tried to mix both 1992sies and livesies in this, but I don’t think it really comes across. Also, this story is ever so slightly exaggerated, but oh well. But it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so this probably isn’t the best.

This will also be found on my AO3 account.

"Remind me ta never listen ta you again."

"How was I'se suppost ta know this would 'appen?"

"Well, I dunno. But now I’m in trouble because a’ summing I didn’t even do."

“Oh c’mon! Nuthin’ bad happened. I came out worse than you did. You get to go home scot-free.”

“But still. This is all your fault an’ I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

"Wow, Crutch, whatta' way to throw a pal under da bus."

"You'se deserve it."

Race rolled his eyes and sulked further down into his chair, only to regret it when the hard plastic rubbed uncomfortably into his back. He glanced at his companion, who looked just about as shit as he felt. Crutchie kept nervously running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the helm of his shirt, he looked like someone who had just been caught doing something illegal. Oh wait, that's because he had. Let's take a step back, shall we?

2 hours earlier.

Crutchie stood outside his door step, awaiting Race's arrival. The two had decided to spend the evening together, since none of their other friends were available. Race had said he would pick him up at 6. After Crutchie's watch ticked 6:15, Race's old TP Cruiser pulled up. He wore a bright, cheeky grin as he leaned over to open the passenger side door. "Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Crutchie gleefully obliged, grabbing his crutch and sliding into the front seat.

"Are you ready for the funnest night of yer life?" Race asked, a unlit cigar hanging loosely from his mouth.

Crutchie laughed. "We'se just goin' ta the diner on 4th, ain't we?"

"Nope," Race grabbed something from the cupholder beside him and handed it to Crutchie. "Just got this from my guy. Thought we'd treat ourselves tonight." It was a fake ID.

Antonio Higgings

11/12l1997

XXX XXXX XXX

XX/XX/XX

XX/XX/XX

"Yer guy?" Crutchie snorted, handing the card back. "You'se mean Albert."

"Maybe I do. Anyway, I'm low on cigs and shit, so I thought we'se stop by a corner shop and see how well this baby works." Starting the engine, Race pulled out of Crutchie's drive and set off for the nearest place that would give them what they wanted.

"What if we'se get caught? I don't wanna be done just because you'se got a nicotine addiction." Crutchie offered, messing with the diles for the radio.

"Then I punch Albert in the face," Race resorted. That drew a snicker from the blonde. "But seriously, don't worry 'bout it. Everthin's gonna be a-okay!"

Spolier altert; it wasn't.

After 10 or so minutes of driving, Race pulled to a stop and poorly parked the car. "Eh, good enough." He got out, with Crutchie tailing right behind him.

"You don't gotta come in. Ya know, cuz yer so scared of gettin' caught." The taller boy mocked.

Crutchie retaliated by hitting Race in the leg with his crutch. "I'm comin' wit' cha so you don't get punched in the face." Race forged offence, but waved off the comment.

The shop was small, just your regular off-licence, cheap booze with an even cheaper taste, the perfect thing to fuel Race's needs. A little bell rang as they opened the door, there weren't many people inside the shop, Crutchie noted the few middle aged men who were likely in there for similar reasons as themselves. Race swaggered to the front counter, an air of confidence around him. The shop clerk, a young man with a stoic expression, rolled his eyes at the tall blonde.

"What can I get you?" The clerk's tone was as cheerful as expected.

Race grinned cockily. "A smile would be a start, sweetheart," The shop clerk didn't respond, but continued to glare the boy down. "Okay then… A box o' ya finest Corona's and summa that scotch ya got up there." Race slapped $50 on the counter, along with his fake ID.

The clerk picked the card up, eying it suspiciously. Crutchie had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. “Yah think you’re funny, kid? Think I don’t know what a fake ID looks like?” The clerk said. “I’m gonna have to call the cops, you know.”

Race’s expression floored. Disbelief and fear quickly made itself at home. Crutchie felt a similar dread rise up in his stomach, he looked to Race for an inkling of what to do next, but the tall boy just continued to stare dumbly. Until he finally said, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Albert.”

As it turns out, the shop had an undercover officer outside the shop to deal with instances like this. The clerk called him in, and he escorted Crutchie and Race to the local station. Luckily, they had pretty much just been given a slap on the wrist and a call home. Except, since this wasn’t Race’s first offence, so he had also been slapped with a $50 fine.

The boys anxiously awaited the arrival of the parents. Race had already had a million and one messages from his brother, Jack. The sonva’ was having a field day with this. Text after text about how much trouble Race would be in, how he was grounded and how much shit Jack’s going to give him for this. Race ignored his brother, instead opting for spamming Albert with a variety of angry messages in all caps.

GottaGoFast - RedHeadHoe

19:05

GottaGoFast: ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

GottaGoFast: U FUCKING BITCH

GottaGoFast: IM SO GOING TO KILL U

RedHeadHoe: ???

GottaGoFast: im at the police station

RadHeadHoe: oh what did u do now???

RedHeadHoe: OH

RedHeadHoe: YOU GOT CAUGHT

RedHeadHoe: HA

GottaGoFast: YEAH AND ITS ALL UR FAULT

RedHeadHoe: how is it my fault???

GottaGoFast: BECAUSE UR THE 1 WHO GAVE ME THE ID

RedHeadHoe: dude u didnt have to use it

RedHeadHoe: also i dont make them so it aint my fault

RedHeadHoe: blame my guy

GottaGoFast: ur guy?????

RedHeadHoe: ye

RedHeadHoe: skittery

GottaGoFast: ok but ur still dead

RedHeadHoe: cool

GottaGoFast: dentys gonna be here soon so gotta go

RedHeadHoe: good luck my dude

GottaGoFast: fuck u

RedHeadHoe: :)

Race slipped his phone into his pocket, just in time to see some familiar faces walk though the station door. Bryan Denton, Race’s foster father, walked up to the receptionist desk, before being pointed towards where the boys were sitting. Race looked at Crutchie, before straightening his back and putting on his most charming smile. "Heya Denty!" Race beamed, hoping to the gods above that this would go in his favour. Bryan didn't look particularly mad, but Denton never really got mad. It was like the man was incapable of it, it was great, and Race had done a lot of things that would cause any parent to flip their shit.

"Race," Bryan started, calm and collected as always."What were you thinking?" Okay, maybe it wasn't as great as Race thought, Denton's tranquill state was quite unsettling at the moment, Race had no idea what he was thinking.

"We'se just wanted to have a bit a' fun, ya know, teenage stuff," The blonde rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Did they'se tell ya 'bout da fine?"

"Yeah, they told me over the phone," Denton said. "I'll pay it and then we'll go home. Jack's waiting for us in the car.”

Race rolled his eyes. "Oh yay."

Crutchie didn't really pay much attention to the scene in front of him, he was too caught up in his own head. Fear and worry filled his thoughts, his grandmother wasn't the most forgiving then it came to things like this. Crutchie remembered once when he was 7 and snuck out of his room in the middle of the night to get one of the freshly baked cookies his grandmother had made that day, the elderly woman had found out about his midnight snack and boy was there hell to pay. She wasn't particularly mean or nasty, she could just be strict at times.

Times like these, Crutchie thought as he saw his grandmother barrel towards him with an expression that would make the toughest of men wet themselves. "Charles Andrew Morris! You are in so much trouble, young man!" Oh no, she used his full name. He really was a goner.

"Race, I don't think I'm comin' outta this alive…” Crutchie said.

Race snorted. "Don't worry, my dude, I got this." Crutchie didn't have time to ask what 'this' was, as Race stepped in front of him and greeted his grandmother.

"Mrs Morris, so good ta see ya 'gain," Race started. That diverted the woman from her path of destruction, as she instead gave the blonde a striking glare. The Italian tried not to shrink under her gaze, opting to continue with his sentence. "So um, ya see, Ma'am. It wasn't actually Crutchie's fault, it was mine. So, err, don't punish him for my mistake."

What?

Crutchie was in complete disbelief. And he wasn't the only one, Bryan shared a similar expression. While Race was a good friend, he was also a bit of an asshole, so him taking all the blame for this (even though it was his fault), was a surprise.

Crutchie’s grandmother eyed the boy suspiciously, before she turned on her heels and walked away. “Come on, Charlie, it’s time to go home.”

Crutchie was slightly dumbfounded, but didn’t question as he hugged Race. “Thanks man.”

Race winked and smiled. “No problem, Crutch. Text me if you ain’t dead!”

“Will do!”

RiceCrutchies - Racer

21:35

RiceCrutchies: Guess who aint dead :)))

Racer: yayyyy

Racer: so what happened

RiceCrutchies: Gran wasn’t very happy but she wasnt too mad

RiceCrutchies: Im grounded for 2 weeks tho

Racer: oh well at least we had 1 last night of fun before that

RiceCrutchies: Yea so how’d it go with Denton???

Racer: not too bad

Racer: im also grounded but they took my cigs at the police station so i need to get more from Albert

RiceCrutchies: You think you would have learnt your lesson but ok

Racer: 👌

Racer: i gotta go crutch see you in school???

RiceCrutchies: Yeah, see you and try not to do anything illegal between then

Racer: no promises

RiceCrutchies: 🤦‍

[bluehhj]

listen to me — chapter 18

LISTEN TO ME  — 0018

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WORDS: 1.7K

Jisung was the first to leave the room when the shrill sound of the bell that marked the beginning of the break reached his ears. At that point he was almost asleep sitting up, because he hated when lazy teachers — as he called any member of staff who traded practical classes for slide shows that no one ever showed enthusiasm — turned out the lights, closed the curtains and still demanded attention of the students when neither they themselves seemed to know what they were talking about. The least they could expect from the class was for at least 90% of it to fall asleep, right? The reason for thinking differently, Jisung would never know.

As Han finished down the last step of the stairs of his building, Han was forced to stop abruptly so as not to hit another person who passed by in an absent-minded manner. His eyes lifted in the next second, and when he saw who it was, it was impossible not to let his almost calm expression be replaced by a scowl.

Kim Seungmin almost turned blue. He wanted to dig a hole in the ground and fall until it disappeared from the face of the Earth, all so that he didn't have to face Jisung and his face of homicide. It was no exaggeration to say that he wanted to cry at that very moment.

"Aren't you going to get out of my way?" Han asked after a few moments, staring into the face of the younger, who hadn't moved either.

Seungmin opened his mouth and closed it again as if he wanted to say something, but lacked the courage. He finally lowered his head and, using the little speed that the thawed part of his brain could send to the rest of his body, left and went somewhere else out of Han's field of vision.

Jisung sighed and told himself he wouldn't let it upset his day; soon, he continued on his way and soon found Hyunjin and Yoorim. The couple discussed children's animations.

"But Hotel Transylvania 3 was the best movie of the year, oppa," Heo kept saying. "Not even Ferdinand can overcome!"

"Ferdinand was one of the worst movies I've ever seen," Hwang countered. "He's cute, but there's nothing too much."

"He's very kind, okay? You don't have the right to say that kind of thing of someone who has such a good heart."

"All right, all right..." Hyunjin surrendered to the fact that he couldn't offend the dammit bull, but he was quick to insist on the subject that triggered the whole discussion. "But Coco remains the best movie ever."

Yoorim shoved her boyfriend, who laughed.

"It's not funny, you idiot! Jisung oppa, tell him he's wrong!"

"I don't even know what the two of you are talking about," Han was sincere in replying, since he was being a mere viewer in that bloody clash.

"There's only one person who can tell the truth about all of this" Hyunjin grew serious again and didn't have to name names, for an exchange of looks was enough for Yoorim to know exactly who the wise mind he was referring to was. They soon made their way toward the dining hall. In the end, it was just another normal day for Jisung.

"Your hair looks beautiful today." Jinah appeared at his side and praised without much pretense.

"Oh, so you mean you remember me now?" Jisung replied with another question, ignoring the girl's last speech.

"I didn't forget you."

"It wasn't what your face said yesterday."

"It was a bad day" one of the corners of Jinah's lips rose in a silent apology. "I thought it was already clear that I wasn't going to leave you alone any time soon."

Jisung looked down at his sneakers and smiled slightly. If someone told him a few days ago that he'd feel so good listening to those words of Jinah — Jinah, the person he most tried to push away from the beginning — he'd probably laugh and say that the same person had overdone drugs.

"What did you have yesterday?" he asked as they entered the cafeteria. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been a little worried.

"Eventual bad mood" the girl shrugged and sat at one of the first tables which was more isolated from the others. "It happens. It's over."

"Strange."

"Hey, I put up with all your mood swings, you have to put up with mine, too."

"Right" that was a fact that Jisung couldn't even think of disagreeing with. "Aren't you going to eat anything?" he pointed his chin at a diner in the cafeteria.

"Go ahead, I'm not hungry."

The boy wrinkled his nose, "Today's pizza day and I don't like it."

Jinah looked at him as if he had offended some sacred divinity.

"You're joking that you don't like pizza."

"I like it, but not this cheese pizza," Choi's shoulders softened the tension as Jisung cleared things up. "I prefer chicken pizzas."

"It makes me think I know next to nothing about you."

"And what do you want to know?"

"I don't know..." Jinah thought for a moment and shrugged again. "The basics I still don't know."

"Well, I dated for three years and I was engaged for eleven months, but I think we're both tired of this subject." Jisung put his arms around the table and started thinking. Talking about himself to other people wasn't something he was accustomed to. "I have a brother who lives in Malaysia; my parents are divorced and my mother is always traveling to take care of business; I don't like crowded places and when people hide things from me. That's the basics of the basics."

"I also don't like crowded places. Or high places."

"What else?" Jisung was really interested to know about Jinah's life.

"I prefer cats to dogs, I have no siblings, and I collect a history of failed relationships since high school."

"Seriously?" Han raised an eyebrow. "You don't look like someone who suffers for love."

"Everyone suffers or has ever suffered for love" Choi didn't feel at all uncomfortable talking about her old disastrous experiences. Thinking about the past and paralleling the present and the future was a way of seeing how she had evolved in thinking and acting. "I just learned to disguise. I mean, it has times that it doesn't work very well, but it's not always."

"And you're disguising now?"

"I think not."

"You think?" Jisung smirked. "Well, I don't believe it, you can tell me who it is."

Jinah almost smiled too, if it weren't for her tongue pressing her left cheek inside as she pondered. Even though she admitted that she had a little crush on Han, she wasn't yet completely in love with him, nor did she love him. However, she knew that the boy wouldn't settle down until he got a satisfactory answer. She, then, decided to comment on her last unilateral love of the list.

"First of all, I don't think, I'm sure," she was sincere this time, since it had been some time since she had felt nothing for the person in question. "Im Jaebum."

"The one who graduated last year?"

"Yeah."

"Understandable" Jisung remembered how many people had had a crush on the one whose.

"Yeah." Jinah raised her eyebrows quickly, as if to say 'do what'. "Woojin was close to him, which turned out to be a bit of me too. But then there was a party, he kissed me and I fell in love. I later discovered that the girl he liked was with another guy and that he had only done that out of spite," she twisted her lips, thinking how foolish she was to fall so fast in love with people. "It hurt a little, but that was by no means the worst."

"Is there anything worse than that?"

"Oh, yeah!" Jinah laughed, though it wasn't funny at all. "Believe me, you're not the only one who is or think have been really bad."

Jisung stared at his fingers for a moment. He couldn't imagine what Jinah had been forced to go through, but he was afraid it was something more serious than he supposed. Suddenly, he felt a little selfish for having lamented so much about his life — not that his situation with Kwon Chaerin was being easy — and never given the necessary importance to Choi's, who had always been trying to help him. However, as much as he wanted to discover it more deeply, he knew that this wasn't the hour or the place.

"It's a little contradictory to say that to a future psychologist, but you can look for me if you need anything."

Jinah nodded, "I know how to handle the problems of others, but I don't always know how to deal with mine, so, thank you."

Before the boy could change the subject, Hyunjin and Yoorim's voices about the same subject from earlier invaded his ears, now being supplemented by Woojin's voice, which insisted on stating that the two were wrong and that The Boss Baby was the best animation ever created.

"There's one more fact about me," Jisung said, casting a tedious look at the three of them. "I hate animations."

"I think it's cute," Jinah said. "But I still prefer romance movies."

"Why doesn't that make me not even a bit surprised?"

"I can also see a horror movie, okay?" who was Choi trying to fool? She was the first to cover her face with a cushion whenever the soundtrack changed.

"I doubt it." Han folded his arms. "You're too cute to be able to see all that blood."

"Are you doubting me, Han Jisung?" was a rhetorical question. And even though she was aware of the colossal bullshit she was about to do, Jinah dared to throw the words out: "We're going to the movies and I'll prove to you that I'm not afraid of horror movies."

"Saturday, at eight. I already know what the session will be."

"I'm in."

Jisung didn't want to say it aloud, but it was clear that it'd turn into a good old cliche where Jinah would die of fear and it'd be up to him to comfort her. But, in the end, it wasn't as if Han cared.

a/n: let me ask something. you guys must have noticed that jisung is already getting nicer (this doesn't mean that no relapses can occur, but not in the sense that he treats jinah wrong) and i wanted to know if things aren't going too fast. in my point of view it's ok, but i wanted to know yours. constructive criticism doesn't affect me, i even like to receive them to know what i should improve, so help me!! love youu <33

[ketchacabra]

stand by me

pairing: sam winchester x reader

word count: 1570

warnings: fluff, drinking

written for: @princessofthefandomrealm‘s non-dominant challenge (3hours 23minutes, no editing just posting.)

a/n: this is the first work i’m posting here and im both terrified and excited. i love writing and this fic was so much fun to write. the version of stand by me that inspired this was by the wonderful Jason Manns. 

Pouring the last drops of wine from the bottle, I smiled and leaned against the table. The bunker is silent except for the usual soft hum of the generators that are hidden deep in the bunker. Deciding that its too quiet, I open my phone and turn on my favourite playlist. As the music plays I dance around the library, wine glass still in hand.

I lose track of time as I dance around, my dress sweeping the floor and the wine warming my soul. Soon enough my glass is empty and I wander through the bunker to find the kitchen and an unopened bottle of wine.

The music follows me through the otherwise silent passages of the bunker. As I reach the library, empty glass in one hand and new bottle in the other. With a now full glass of wine I check my phone and find a string of messages from Sam letting me know they’ll be home soon and how much he misses me. I let myself get lost in the music again as I wait for them to get home. The song fades out and my favourite begins. I sing as I refill my glass, my thoughts wandering to a certain tall hunter who stole my heart.

The bunker door is the least subtle door ever invented and creaks loudly as the boys arrive home. They make their way into the bunker, finding me still singing and dancing with my wine, with Dean trailing behind an eager Sam. I twirl around, carefree and loving the swish of my dress as I turn. Without realising Sam had come closer I collide into him, his arms the only thing stopping me from tumbling over.

I find myself lost in his eyes when I look up to him. He smiles, dimples showing and hair falling around his face, ‘Hi beautiful.’

‘Hi Sam.’ I can’t stop the blush creeping onto my cheeks as he stares at me. He pulls me into a bear hug, and I sink into him, awkwardly holding my wine out so I don’t spill it over us as he pulls me impossibly close.

Dean clears his throat, ‘Its good to see you sweetheart, but I’m not hanging around you two lovebirds.’

I pull away from Sam and he reluctantly lets me go, ‘Dean, I missed you too.’ I set my wine down on the closest table, which earns me a pointed look from Dean. I respond with puppy dog eyes and a pout, ‘Don’t be like that.’

‘Sweetheart, I’ve been stuck in a car with him for hours. All he’s done is talk about seeing you again, I don’t want to keep him from you.’

Sam laughs at Dean and I can’t help but join in, ‘Okay, fine. But I want you up for breakfast, we’re eating as a family. Its been too long since I’ve seen you boys. I stocked up on bacon and I’ll even make pancakes.’

Dean pulls me in for a quick hug, ‘Sure sweetheart.’ Eyeing the two bottles of wine on the table he adds a cheeky, ‘we’ll see if you’re still up for it in the morning.’

Throwing a light punch at Dean’s shoulder I laugh, ‘shut up Dean.’

‘Yeah Dean, shut up.’ Sam echoes.

The three of us laugh and Dean turns and walks off to his room for the night. Just as he’s about to turn down the hall to the bedrooms he calls out, ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do you crazy kids!’

‘Go to bed old man.’ I yell back.

I turn and look at Sam, who’s still smiling. His smile makes me feel like a deer in headlights. He takes a step away from the table he is leaning on, ‘I missed you baby.’

‘I missed you too Sam.’

‘C’mere,’ Sam opens his arms up and I step into them. His arms wrap around me tight and he presses a kiss to the top of my head. ‘What’d you get up to while we we’re gone?’

‘Not much, just cleaned up a bit and went for a couple supply runs. I did some of our laundry too, I had to get rid of my favourite jeans because they were covered in vamp.’ I exaggerate with a shudder and I can feel Sam chuckle. ‘I went and bought some more, I picked you and Dean up a couple things too. I restocked the beer, Dean’s whiskey and treated myself to some wine. What about you guys, how was the hunt?’

‘I see that,’ Sam replies. ‘It was easy, just a salt and burn. That didn’t stop me from missing you though. I’m just glad to be home now. Dean even agreed to take a couple days before we head out again. You tagging along next time?’

‘That’s not too bad. I miss the easy jobs, sometimes fighting angels and demons and gods messes with me. Like give me a vamp any day.’ Sam hums in agreement, his arms still tight around me. ‘I’m glad, I love just being here with you, no monsters just us. Yeah, I will. I don’t like being here alone too long, I just wanted to take a couple days to get this place liveable again.’

Sam doesn’t respond, he just holds me close. Its quiet moments like these that make every bad part of this life (and there are a lot) worth it. I never feel safer than when I’m in Sam’s arms, it’s like nothing can touch me. Neither of us speak, I start to hum along with the music that is still playing in the background.

Sam starts swaying us to the music, a sappy love song is now playing. ‘Y/N?’ He asks, snapping me out of my daze.

‘Yeah?’ I respond dreamily.

‘I asked what song was playing when we got home?’

‘Oh, Stand By Me.’ I say.

‘Turn it back on?’ he asks.

‘Sure.’ I pull away from him to get to my phone. ‘Why, do you know it’s my favourite?’

‘It is?’ He asks, cute confusion in his smile.

‘Yeah, this version anyway. You didn’t know?’ I laugh.

He shook his head, ‘I thought maybe Zepplin like Dean, you’ve always listened to his music.’

‘Oh, I do. It’s not my favourite, although Dean does have a great taste in music.’ Sam shaking his head makes me laugh even more, ‘Seriously, not that I’m complaining but why do you want me to put it on?’

‘When we walked in and I saw you dancing you seemed so carefree and happy,’ He says, a sheepish grin spreading across his features. ‘Y/N, will you dance with me?’

‘Sam Winchester, I’d love to.’

Picking up my phone to turn on the song, I take another sip of my wine. I press play and as the soft sounds of guitar echo through the library Sam takes me back in his arms.

We slowly move with the music, neither of us saying a word, both just content in each other’s embrace. The fuzzy feeling from the wine is slowly ebbing away and being replaced with the butterflies and warmth that being with Sam brings. There’s no feeling like it on this earth and not enough words to describe it, every adjective doesn’t quite fit.

The song is so fitting for this moment with Sam. It’s peaceful, there are no monsters here but even if there were I’d make it through anything with that man by my side. Thanks to the whirlpool of emotions, a single tear slides down my cheek.

I sing the second verse softly against Sam, feeling every word deep in my soul. ‘If the sky we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountains should crumble to the sea I won’t cry, I wont cry No, I won’t shed a tear Just as long as you stand by me’

As the final chorus plays and the songs fades away Sam and I remain silent, there’s no need for words.

Sam pulls away from the hug, leaning in for a kiss when he see’s the unshed tears in my eyes. ‘Baby, what’s wrong?’

‘Nothing,’ I whisper, unconvincingly. He doesn’t seem to buy it but before he can ask anything else I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back closer to me. My lips are on his in a second, in that moment I have no words for him and this is the best I can do. He pulls me closer, his arms snaking around my waist. The world falls away, in this moment we’re the only things in the world. There are no sparks or fireworks like it’s told in cliché romance novels, instead a blaze of wild fire set aflame in my soul.

We pull apart, a muddle of laboured breathing and dreamily staring into each other’s eyes. Sam stares at me adoringly and my heart feels like it could burst. That was like no kiss we’d ever shared, and we’ve kissed plenty. From stolen kisses in Baby when Dean was paying for gas, lazy kisses in bed, surprise PDA to divert attention to the passionate kisses when we can’t get enough of each other.

‘I love you so much Sam.’ The words all but fall out of my mouth as I stare into his eyes.

His smile grows, dimples deepening and his eyes doing that adorable little crinkly thing. ‘I love you too Y/N.’

let me know what you think. i love and appreciate any feedback. 

[genderfreezone]

Do you like the Evil Within 2?

Yeah! Certainly not as much as the first one (i was not immune to being sad they left out fan favorites Jojo and Ruvik's Cube)

The rest of this post is me rambling about things i didnt like about the game, and then things i did like (most of my issues are how they treat the female characters tbh)

Its missing kind of the action-noir-gone-horrifically-wrong feel of the first game. The scare factor also suffers bc our player character has been through this before, hes a veteran at dealing with this crazy shit, it doesnt phase him anymore and by extension it doesnt phase the player. They really like tripled down on the Evil Corporation thing and both the intrigue and horror suffer for it.

This game did not drink its respect women juice (the first one didnt really either, case in point: Everything About Kidman) Sebastian is surrounded by 5+ female characters and only 2 of them survive (and one of them is his 7 year old daughter hes spent the whole game trying to rescue... and yet they never bothered to give her any kind of characterization or agency. A highly empathetic and supernaturally powerful little girl in a monster-infested hellscape?? HELLO???? Lily really had the potential to be the most interesting, sympathetic, and complex character--especially as she slowly lost her innocence--in the WHOLE GAME, but she was just sort of relegated to Plot Device McGuffin) The rest of the female supporting cast are killed off for Sebastian's Man Pain. In fact, THIS ENTIRE GAME IS CENTERED AROUND SEBASTIAN'S MAN PAIN. Torrez is a walking stereotype, shes literally just Vasquez from Aliens. Hoffman was the most likeable and believeable, except when it Turns Out She Was In Love With Liam Or Whatever (psst, guess what, i dont care. Also O'neal was kind of a dick anyway? I dont care x2)

And you know who i SUPER dont care about? Bland-White-Bread-And-Mayo-Sandwich Myra. Where's the no-nonsense firecracker of a police lieutenant Sebastian married? Not here, thats for sure. Her entire personality is "mother" and "worries about stressed-out husband". We got more characterization of Myra in seb's jornals from the first game, where she never even made a physical appearance! Horror media does this SO MUCH, women are either A. Sexy Lamp B. Hurts Men (Sexily) C. Mother or D. Innocent Virgin. It sucks. Do better.

The story lacked the "digging up old buried memories" and "theres more to this than meets the eye" of the first game. It felt too...... Straightforward. Everyone told Sebastian the truth. EVERYTHING WAS EXACTLY WHAT IT SEEMED. It all felt too simple, too easy, like there SHOULDVE been something else beneath the surface. And yet there wasnt. (I watched markipliers playthrough and i loved his theory that Kidman was actually Lily. It had such potential. Kidman's entire resume for the police station was fabricated, who's to say the rest of her past wasnt fabricated as well? It would retcon a lot of stuff and like 80% of her backstory from the DLC, but you know games like this arent above retconning important shit, and at least it wouldve been sacrificed for something with actual intrigue. Maybe it wouldnt even retcon anything! Consider: tiny Lily is taken by Evil Corporation and dropped off in a non-nurturing environment that would lead her to become the kind of person who would willingly join & work for an organization like Mobius. At least wouldve been a nice excuse for why Kidman and Lilys face models looked so similar... other than... yknow.... "WomEN ARe hArD tO DRaWwwwwee")

Okay okay ive been ranting for long enough. It probably makes it sound like i kinda hate this game, but i dont! It certainly doesnt hold the same place in my heart as the first one (which i still have very glaring issues with lmao Kidman deserved WAAAAAAY better), but i do like it! It brings back salty, grizzled, tsundere Sebastian Castinellos. It brings back spooky monsters that kill you dead. It brings back having a fun theatrical over-the-top villain who takes himself a litte too seriously.

I love Stefano. Probably not in the way some other fans do, but i love him as a ridiculous theatrical over-the-top villain. He sucks! And i love that he sucks! I love him BECAUSE he sucks! Hes terrible and exaggerated and completely up his own ass and ITS GREAT. He isnt as ACTUALLY THREATENING as Ruvik was (even in his bad assassin's creed cosplay. I could go on and on and on about why Ruvik is simultaneously a ridiculous AND frightening antagonist and how much i love it but uh..... maybe later) but hes such a FUN villain! Hes the kind of pretentious art snob shitheel i cannot STAND irl, but in this game i LOVE to HATE him. Hes just SO over-the-top you kinda wonder if he actually subscribes to the pretentiousness he spouts, or if hes just being Exceptionally Extra.

The other villains? Theodore was.... forgettable. His monsters were forgettable. (Its like how i completely forgot that Frank Manera was a character in Whistleblower for like... 5 years lmao i guess this game also kinda followed that "having multiple named/characterized antagonists in one game" thing that Outlast did) Myra, i just didnt care. Her final design was kinda cool, i liked the red clusters of insect eyes. Her monsters werent really gross enough to be memorable. The only reson theyre gross at all is bc they kinda look like theyre made of semen. (I checked the wiki and apparently Myra's white goo is "psychoplasm" and her monsters lost 99% of their gross factor. I just dont care.) The Administrator literally just looked like a 3D human model of Maxwell from dont starve, and i have to laugh every time i see him. Hes not terribly threatening, all he does is threaten characters to work faster and doesnt actually follow through on those threats. He doesnt even make fun threats like HABIT or anything. He thinks hes so powerful and ominous that his mere presence will frighten the player but hes just kinda all bark and no bite. Hes The Big Bad Company Man so you know hes gonna get whats coming to him, and you know Kidmans gonna be the one to do it to him, so hes not even that much of a threat. Hes whatever.

Stefano definitely got all of the coolest monsters. Many Arms Buzzsaw Lady was terrifying and i love her. And OBSCURA was just *Chef's Kiss* Anima was cool, she kinda looked like a mix of Laura and Samara. The Harbingers were neat, but really only bc ive got a thing for gas masks. The rest of the monsters werent really unique or weighty/threatening enough to be memorable. Now the first game is a fucking TREASURE TROVE of unique monsters *muah* you got Sadist, Sentinel, Keeper, Amalgam, Heresy, Laura, Shigyo, the Twins, Alter Egos, and im probably forgetting some!! But holy FUCK!!!!! And if we're includong the DLC?? MOTHER FUCKING SHADE. SPOTLIGHT LADY. LIGHT WOMAN.  SEXY LEGS.  Whatever you call her, i fucking love her. Her design is so simple. Helmet. Sheet. Legs. Her voice? Unnerving as hell. Love it. (Also i just personally love the diving helmet. Also like you know how a lot of games have a spotlight mechanic where you have to avoid the light and if it lands on you, you're fucked? LET'S MAKE AN ENTIRE MONSTER OUT OF THAT. She's PERFECT.) Oh and also those weird crawling exploding dudes. They made gross sounds and it was great. (Tbh Keepers still probably my favorite, if only for horny reasons)

TATIANA HOW HAVE I NOT FUCKING TALKED ABOUT TATIANA. Shes like the ONE female character that i fucking LOVE in the sequel. I love how they finally gave her a personality, and that personality is literally just "fuck you, Sebastian" Oh GOD its great shes SO FUNNY. I just.... god i love Tatiana lmao. I love how she makes you kinda uncomfortable too, like she knows something, but she wont tell you bc youre stupid. I didn't like the kind of "all-knowing guide" thing they did to try and make her creepy (like she's a "guide" but then also turns around and is like "no i wont tell you what you need to know bc you """have to discover it on your own""" or whatever") it serves no purpose since she never gave you any actual information, and it didn't succeed in making her creepier, all it did was frustrate me. She was at her creepiest when she IMPLIED she was doing something behind the scenes or knew something you didn't know and then didn't elaborate (not REFUSING to elaborate, just... stopping talking and leaving the statement to hang in the air, like the "getting her nails done" and "its been a long time, detective" and the "now what makes you say that" from the first game) and she was at her funniest when she was interacting with Sebastian from the sidelines, her snide little comments and sarcastic clapping cracked me the fuck up. Tatiana not treating Sebastian seriously was a fantastic touch for a game that otherwise would probably take itself so seriously it would double back around to being silly. Without Tatiana, it would've been just another male-centric gun-toting "survival horror" game, and for the most part, it was just that. She was definitely a much-needed source of slightly derisive comedy and a definite high-point for me, even if they didn't so a great job of making her creepy or fulfilling her "purpose."

Oh I also really love the COLORS in TEW2. The first game fell into the trap of having the colors be totally washed out that a lot of horror stuff does, but it also kind of worked for it. Especially with the color pallette of our main villain and how the whole thing was His World. The saturation of the colors in the second game is a breath of fresh air and gorgeous to look at, and you can even see the color motifs of the game change with each new villain: the game starts out with Stephano has lots of blues and purples and dark reds, when Theodore takes over we get bright orange and yellow contrasted with black and brown, and in the climax with Myra the game goes back to having washed out colors and white (and with her villain design? Let's face it: they were kinda just trying to do Ruvik again) We did get portions that were still kind of wahed out whites and greens and greys, but it wasnt the ENTIRE game, even the big blood-and-brains splatterhouse sections of the first game kinda had their colors weirdly muted for that "Horror Aethetic."

In conclusion, i do like the evil within 2, but i also had a lot of problems with it. And i complain about these problems because i like the game and know it couldve done better, tried harder, and been a LOT more than it was (the wasted character potential is my real overarching pet peeve, probably becuase i loved the characters in the first game, and character development is kind of my whole jam) . But all in all, it was still a fun monster-zombie romp with at least one entertaining villain and fun-to-look-at designs and environments. It wasn't character or horror or even REALLY story driven in the way I know it COULDVE been, but i still had a fun time and enjoyed myself.

[dreamhimcloser]

hey i would like to request a ploy!bts imagine w Y/N, ik its probably a bit weird but im forever getting bias wrecked so it'd be easier if i can read an imagine with all of them in. I dont have any ideas for a plot, and to be honest i dont really mind as I just really love your writing!! I understand if its too much to fit in as there'd be like 8 characters and whatever but i thought i might as well ask :) x (oh and can Y/N be 22, a couple of months younger than jimin and tae as well?) thankss ♥

Thank you so much for your support, I hope you’ll like this!♥

Word count: 3,170 wordsSummary: Four times where TaeKook interrupted other member’s “alone time” with you, and one time it was touching.Genre: Fluff, Poly!BTS as OT!7

“I’m in practice room 6!” Hoseok half-screamed from the other end of the line. His voice gets that loud only when he’s really excited, the mare concept making you giggle to yourself. BTS’s tour has been long and hard on your boys, so you knew they need the break. Hoseok still insisted on bringing you back to the practice room and teaching you a few moves of their newest comeback. He thought you’d enjoy it and has been telling you so for a long time, mostly in text form with way too many emojis.

Now that they’re on a break, you could finally break your old, tired body on that routine of theirs. Well, it wouldn’t really break as you were barely two months younger than Taehyung and young enough to still enjoy life. If only your joints would have agreed to that.

You walked through the row of practice room straight to the door with the big, black six on it, already hearing music from the inside. It wasn’t their music, so Hoseok must have started warming up before you came. You pushed the door to see just that – Hoseok stretching his body this way and that without an actual plan, just the free movement of limbs in that graceful way that’s just so him.

His eyes lit up when he noticed your figure in the mirror, a smile quickly catching up with his excitement as he almost threw himself your way. “I knew those pants would look great on you! So glad I got them for you, babe.”

“They’re super comfy,” you giggled against the rain of kisses Hoseok was inflicting on your lips, lifting you a few centimeters off of the ground. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Hoseok set you down in front of the mirror, taking his position next to you. “You want to drink something before we start?”

“Nope,” You jumped a little from one foot to another, giving him a fakely-determined face that made him laugh. “Let’s do this.”

The moves were more complicated than you thought, and you were drenched in sweat by the time you noticed a movement in the corner of your eye. Jungkook slipped through the door, the playful expression already plastered on his face. He made his way behind Hoseok, who didn’t notice the intrusion. He stood there for a second, watching Hoseok’s movements before he dove right into the familiar rhythm of them, but in an exaggerated way that used up all your oxygen. You couldn’t stop laughing, your lungs screaming for oxygen you couldn’t give them as you dropped down to the ground.

Hoseok paused when you stopped moving next to him, looking behind him and a second later he was right next to you on the floor.

Jungkook thrived on the attention, dancing even harder to please both you and Hoseok. Hoseok crawled on the floor, holding his stomach as leaned his forehead on your shoulder, hitting you thigh lightly. You threw your head against his shoulder, soon feeling Jungkook pressing into you from the front to join in on the laughter.

It wasn’t the lesson you thought you’d get, but your boys were close and that’s what mattered.

Namjoon studied the Ikea book, reading over instructions. You were watching him from your sitting place on his thighs, hands on his shoulders and eyebrow raised. “You want to build a table?”

“Why do you sound so skeptical?”

You glanced sideways at the “God of Destruction” cup you got him for his birthday. “No reason.”

Your eyes met his when you looked back at him, the narrowed look he was giving you echoed how done he was with you. You wanted to tell him he could do it, but both of you knew he’s more likely to break the table than to build it for use. “Will you help me?”

The answer was clear, you chuckled as you lifted yourself from his lap to look at the box hiding behind his current, warren down table. You pulled it out, using the scissors Namjoon kept in his right drawer to bust the box open. Inside you were greeted with screws, wood pieces and metal attachments.

“I want to build it, you’re here for backup.”

You backed up, lifting your hands in front of you, “Well, we got a badass on our hands.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, no amount of done being able to stop the laughter from bubbling up inside of him. “I meant I want to see that I can do this! I already know you can.” You sat on the chair he vacated, rolling it closer to him with your feet pushing against the floor. “Besides, I don’t need another meme lord. Kook is already in on it and he’s starting to drag Yoongi into it.”

You watched as Namjoon pulled pieces out of the box, laying them in front of him to look back at the instructions. “Seeing Yoongi being one of the cool kids is pretty funny, though.”

“You are one of the cool kids,” Namjoon deadpanned, holding the two pieces up to piece them together. “This is right?”

“Yes and yes, I am one of the young ones,” You chuckled, leaning back in the chair watching Namjoon frown his eyebrows. The angle in which he tried to connect the pieces was all wrong, you pondered if you should tell him that or let him figure his own way out.

“Y/N!” Taehyung ran into the room, grabbing the arms of the chair and turning you towards him. You heard a sigh from your left and almost laughed at how Namjoon reacted to one of the maknaes stealing your attention once again. They were pretty good at it. “I can’t believe Midoria broke his arm!”

“Doesn’t he always,” You laughed, glancing at Namjoon every few seconds to make sure he’s got a handle on things.

You missed the wood slicing his palm by a second.

You didn’t miss the pained cry, the sound making Taehyung’s flow of blabber about Boku No Hero Academia pause as you both stared at him. Namjoon got to his feet with his good hand cupping his injured one. “I’m good, don’t worry,” his smile showed that he meant it, a little embarrassed but not too bad. “I’ll go wash this for a second.”

You told Seokjin, who cornered Namjoon in the bathroom to treat his hand while you and Taehyung build that table, ignoring the small blood stain that graced the underside of the table.

“It’s an easy recipe, I promise,” Seokjin held onto your hand as he guided you in the direction of the kitchen. His legs bumped into so many furniture that you figured you’ll have a lot of blue marks to kiss tonight. “You can do it, and I’ll be right by your side.”

“That’s brave coming from a man who jumps back when the fire is turned on,” You teased, laughing as he made a sharp noise from the collision his knee made with the bookcase. He should really look where he’s going.

He actually stopped this time, maybe this whole-wood furniture was the one to crack his bone. His face was pulled into a grimace as he rubbed his injured limb, “I think your prince-like boyfriend, the most handsome out of all of your boyfriends, deserves better treatment than this.”

“Of course you do,” You cooed, cupping his face and pecking his forehead. “Come on, let’s get cooking.”

Seokjin smiled so wide you knew he doesn’t need to be told twice. He hurried over to the spread ingredients, way too many for you to begin pieces together what you’ll be eating later. Seokjin was watching you with a smirk, hands fisted on his hips in a ridiculous superhero pose. “Just let me lead the way to food paradise, Y/N. Do you trust me?”

He reached an open palm towards you and you accepted his hand loosely. “Superman and Aladdin is an awful crossover. But, you know, sure.”

He accepted your half-assed agreement like you just screamed your lungs off. You had a good reason to trust him, though, as his directions came at the right time and you never felt like you were helpless in front of the mass of food. You cut your finger once, but it was at the end of it and pretty shallow. It didn’t stop Seokjin from pausing what he was doing and grabbing a Band-Aid for you. His movements were careful, and he kissed the surface of the Band-Aid when it was fastened correctly around your tiny injury, which made you giggle and kiss him for good measure.

Spending time with them like this just reminded you of how much you missed them this entire time. Seokjin was pretty hard to find alone, as he hated being in that state, so this was pretty rare. It felt good, though.

The time flew by with soft music in the background and Seokjin’s horrible laugh. The domestic-ness of it made you warm.

Another thing that made you warm were arms wrapped around your middle. A kiss was pressed to your skin before a cheek pressed to your shoulder, whoever it is holding you tight. The body behind you was pretty long and Namjoon probably wouldn’t do this, so it had to be Taehyung.

You leaned your head against his, appreciating the interaction without voicing it. Seokjin was in the middle of a story, his back was to you but you felt the need to give his story your full attention, even if you already heard it from Yoongi.

It was funnier when Seokjin told it anyway.

The word on Seokjin’s lips came out stuttered when he did turn around to notice the intrusion on your private time. You looked over the head of hair on your shoulder to smile at Seokjin, showing him you are invested in his story.

“She can’t cook when you hold her, Tae,” Seokjin informed him, moving closer to cut his vegetables next to you. You knew it was an act of spite, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Taehyung’s response was muttering in a high-pitched tone and shaking you around, empowering your giggles.

“I can still do a good job, Seok,” You promised, stretching to lean his direction. He noticed, lowering his knife as he closed the distance and kissed you once, twice. “Trust me.”

Seokjin still pouted at you and Taehyung made an unhappy sound about not receiving attention, but you already knew how to handle it, and them.

When Jimin asked you to come to watch a movie in his room, you knew exactly what the glint in his eyes meant. He loved being intimate with each and every one of you, and you were kind of proud of him that he didn’t drag you off for a fierce one-on-one session the first moment he came through the door.

You figured now was the time as you entered his room to find it completely dark. The TV in his room was set on the movie VOD so he was probably keeping that front for a while, both of you already knowing that you won’t be actually watching a movie and being completely alright with it.

That’s just how movie dates with Jimin went.

He moved aside with a grin, holding the blanket up to allow you to comfortably climb in his bed. You noted that Hoseok’s bed was empty, he must have kicked him out to have this alone time with you. His arm was waiting for you to rest your head on, remote control in the other hand as he flipped through the movies.

“You wanted to watch that new action movie, didn’t you?” He hummed, pecking your cheek.

“You’re asking that like we’re actually going to watch a movie,” You giggled, moving to lie on your side and throwing a leg over Jimin’s. He moved closer on instinct, still looking at the TV.

“Let’s start it, maybe it’s interesting.”

You agreed, choosing to play his game. Maybe he’s in one of those I-stole-your-attention moods that he gets sometimes, feeling like it’s an accomplishment even though that’s what you came to do here to begin with.

You settled in, moving to lie on your back with your head on his shoulder. He pulled you closer by the shoulders, settling in himself.

The movie started kind of slow, you heard from friends who watched that the build-up will be worth it when shit hits the fan. You collected mental clues as to where this is going, your concentration moving from Jimin to the movie as you took in the story unfolding in front of you.

That is, until Jimin moved to lie on his side with his hand on your hip. You fought a smile, straining to appear like you didn’t know this was coming. His hand crept under your shirt, dragging goosebumps along your skin until his fingertips reached your bra. He moved along its line and you couldn’t help but pushing your chest up to press against his touch.

Between the movie’s growing plot and Jimin’s distractions, you barely heard the door opened. You did feel someone joining you on the bed, though, the covers lifting and a warm body pressing against you.

“That movie is supposed to be sick! Move over.”

Jungkook, as Jimin’s boyfriend of two years, already knew what movie nights with him meant. He glanced at his older member, waiting to be told to get the fuck out. Jimin held his gaze and you saw him losing the fight just by looking at him.

“Y/N wanted to watch it too,” he ended up saying, scooting to allow more room for Jungkook.

“Thanks, I’ll just watch it and go to bed, cool?”

“Cool.”

You knew Jimin wasn’t completely cool with it, even if Jungkook’s big eyes made him absolutely useless. You took the opportunity to sneak your hand under Jimin’s shirt and draw lines on his stomach, an action that always seemed to give him comfort. His body relaxing against you told you it worked, and the kisses he kept pressing to your head throughout the movie spoke of his thanks.

The only one of your boyfriends who never claimed your attention to himself, even if he really wanted it, was Yoongi. He’d just hang around, catch you when you’re free and if you weren’t, he’d just join in on someone else’s time. You knew he wanted to build their next album pretty quick too, so he was barely at the dorm and made his studio his second home.

Which meant it was up to you to give him the attention he won’t voice the need to.

You pushed the door on his studio open, instantly greeted with half-dim lights, a scatter of clothes around the floor and a very busy boyfriend. You laid the food you made him on his desk beside him and accepted his short, hummed thanks before you started picking the clothes up. You smelt them to see if they needed to be folded or thrown into the laundry bag, an action you’re used to by now.

“Hey kid,” You glanced back to see Yoongi pushed one of the headphones off of his ear. “I’ll be done with this arrangement and I’m with you, okay?”

“Sure.”

Yoongi moved the headphone back and went right back into clicking around to perfect his music. He was always working so hard and this passion of his took from his health and his time with his loved ones, but you knew that’s just what his soul needed to survive.

So you were happy to take care of his health and his time with his loved ones for him.

When the floor was finally clean from straying garments you set down on the opened couch in the back of the studio room. He must have slept here, you figured as you failed to see him last night and this morning, and the bed being open. He didn’t even have a pillow or a blanket, you really wished you would have known yesterday and dropped off something that he can use.

There were over twenty texts waiting for you on your phone, most of them being blabber in the group chat. They were excited about something, probably that drama they started watching together on the airplane.

Yoongi made a prolonged choked sound as he stretched on his chair, hands up high and the headphones around his neck. “I think I’ll just let my ears rest. I’ll go take a shower and we can nap or something, okay?”

You nodded, catching his phone as he threw it your way. The group chat was still going crazy, Yoongi’s phone buzzing constantly next to you as you held your own in your hand.

The door opened maybe a minute or two after Yoongi left, your curious gaze lifting to it wondering if he forgot anything. Taehyung was the one to poke his head through the door, though, and he smiled at you instantly.

“I figured you’ll think the same as me,” he chuckled as he made his way to you, throwing himself down beside you and wiggling until his head was on your thigh. “He spent the night alone yesterday, I didn’t want him to be alone tonight too.”

“You’re the best boyfriend ever,” You booped his nose, moving to card your fingers through his hair.

“And you’re the best girlfriend ever,” Taehyung buried his face between your thigh and the bed, hiding the blush that came from being praised. You knew he was always looking out for Yoongi, a part of you wondering if it’s because they were the least matching. Or that’s what they’ve been told. You knew the two of them mashed together perfectly when they weren’t pressured into it.

Taehyung drifted off to sleep against you, you heard enough noise coming from his and Namjoon’s room last night to know that he hasn’t slept much. You kept playing with his hair, watching Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook joking around in the chat room like they’re not sitting next to each other in the dorm’s living room.

They always liked to have everyone be a part of what they enjoy.

“When did he get here?” Yoongi questioned, drying his hair out with a small towel.

“Like a minute after you left, he didn’t want you to be alone.” Yoongi chuckled, moving closer to join your fingers in Taehyung’s hair.

“You guys are always looking out for me.”

“Isn’t that was boyfriends and girlfriends are for?” You leaned your head back to make it easier for Yoongi to claim your lips. “Does it bother you we’re not alone?”

You had to ask because unlike the rest, Yoongi could mind and say nothing, give no looks, show no sign that he missed how he wanted things to turn out.

“No,” Yoongi smiled at how well you know him by now. “I love being with as many of you as I can.”

[fixaidea]

Paris, 1840

It was in the early days of the year 1840 when Monsieur Nicolas Barré, a young, moderately successful novelist fell in with Augustin Perrault and his group of friends. Perrault, done with University, was pursuing a career in journalism and met M. Barré for work related reasons. The working relationship quickly turned into friendship (a quick and easy thing with the young journalist), and soon enough, over a shared glass of wine, Perrault invited him to meet up with the rest of his closest friends.

‘I must say’ Nicolas huffed, clinking his glass against Perrault’s ‘Whatever you told your friends about me, they better lower their expectations. Sure I’m a delight, a true treat to have around’ he winked ‘But political I am not. Not nearly as much as you are.’

Perrault waved his hand in airy dismissal.

‘Never fear. You are no monarchist, and that is all they need. Clavier is more hands-on when it comes to politics but the rest like to hold such issues at arm’s length. No one will begrudge you for not keeping a pet guillotine in your backyard.’

Nicolas chuckled and refilled their glasses.

‘So you’re telling me buying a closetful of red caps to impress them was a waste? Ah well. Now, we are men of the pen, you and I, even if we employ our words quite differently. How about the rest? All writers?’

‘Alain Clavier certainly is, he’s a playwright. Well, in theory at least. In reality he’s a true Renaissance man, doing all things Theatre. Manager, designer, stand-in actor, all of it. René Giraud is an engineer, or rather, currently an assistant to one, Yves Belarbre is a painter. A portraitist, but he has some novel ideas about painting dreams, you’ll see.’

After a couple of more glasses Perrault announced that he still had some obligations to attend to. Just as they were about to part, he turned to Nicolas.

‘I must warn you about one of my friends though, Giraud. He has some peculiar habits, but the one that most concerns you is that he’s rather picky about who gets to touch him. He’s going to allow a handshake, but do not attempt anything more. If he takes a shine to you, he will come to you in his own time.’

Nicolas smiled and nodded, although he did not understand why he needed such a warning – certainly he was affectionate, but nowhere near as much as Perrault, pawning at random strangers was usually not the first thing on his mind. Surely keeping his hands off of one would not be much of a hardship. His nonchalance regarding the matter lasted exactly until the moment of meeting the man in question. René Giraud was on the shorter end of average height, thin and tired looking and, at least in Nicolas’ humble opinion, utterly adorable. He had fluffy, white-blond hair and big, pensive blue eyes.

They did not get to talk too much that first day – as Nicolas later learned this was not simply because Perrault and his friend Alain Clavier dominated every single conversation they took part in, but also because of Giraud’s own quiet nature. Still, all through the evening Nicolas kept sneaking glances at the man and, to his immense satisfaction, found himself being watched in turn. Just before the company disbanded for the night, Giraud sidled up to him. He cocked his head to the side and spoke, eyes fixed on the floor:

‘What do you call a medical-minded dog?’

Caught off guard, Nicolas scratched his beard.

‘I have no idea. What indeed?’

‘Un physi-chien*’

Nicolas blinked. For a moment he was not sure if he truly heard what he did, but René was watching him expectantly out of the corner of his eye. Nicolas’ big body began to shake and soon he was howling with laughter. Giraud, proud of his work, bounced on his heels and smiled, blushing with joy. Nicolas raised his hand to clap him on the back, but caught himself in time and hastily showed his fist into his pocket.

He wiped off his tears. That was it. He needed to win his René-touching privileges as soon as possible.

***

It was the end of May, but the weather resembled the worst of August and Nicolas was painfully stuck. Again. His serialised novel was running out of pre-written chapters at an alarming rate, he needed to catch up with it and soon. He could practically feel his editor breathing down his neck. He was sating at a blank page. In fact, he had been doing just that for the last half an hour, but the words stubbornly refused to manifest. With a deep sigh of defeat he donned his lightest coat and hat. If inspiration would not come on its own, the best he could do was to try and seek it out. After a brief consideration he headed to the Louvre.

He regretted his decision to leave the flat the moment he stepped out of his building. The streets were scorching hot, vibrating above the cobblestones. Dust filled the air and the sun was so blinding, that without the straw hat to protect his eyes, Nicolas doubted he would be able to see a thing. Still, he steeled himself and faced the inferno of the city.

He was richly rewarded for his effort – the inside of the museum was shady and blessedly cool. Few people took the effort or had the time to drag themselves here at his hour, so it was also mostly deserted. He sighed again, this time in relief, and was about to zone out and let himself get lost in the centuries of art surrounding him, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar mop of blond hair. René Giraud was sitting on a bench, an open notebook in his hands, though when Nicolas stepped closer he noticed he was staring at his feet rather than at the pages. He started when Nicolas greeted him.

‘Ah, hello there, Monsieur Barré! I mean. Nicolas.’

Nicolas smiled and plopped down beside him. He was pleased René was finally gave up on the formal ‘you’ with him, even if he still called him by his surname sometimes.

‘You must be quite the patron of arts to cross the city on such a wretched day just to look at pictures! Or are you, like me, in need of inspiration for something?’

‘Neither, I’m afraid’ René answered. He kept his gaze on his notebook. When they first met Nicolas wondered if he did this because he did not like him or was especially flustered in his presence, but had since come to learn that this was simply something he did with everyone. Avert his eyes or, remembering that you ought to look people in the eye, fix his unblinking gaze upon you.

‘I am here exactly because the day is wretched’ René went on ‘My quarters are unbearable and so are the streets. Everything seems to be so much more intense in this horrible weather. The people are loud and irritable and they stink. I stink, the horses stink, I can barely see, everything is bleached white by the sun, even the sky. It’s either white or that unsettling shade of lilac.’

‘Lilac? I never noticed that.’

‘It is though. A pale lilac. I find it deeply disturbing. Here though…’ he looked up ‘Here it’s cool and quiet and the smells are subdued. I like this place.’

‘Still, it must be boring to just sit here. Walk with me?’

Nicolas thought of offering his hand as they got up, but René was on his feet before him. They wandered the halls in silence for a while. Nicolas knew his friend was not exactly loquacious, but he wondered if this silence was stretching too far. Testing the waters, next time he spotted a particularly interesting painting he stopped before it and quietly started to explain what he knew about it. With others, he tried to guess what the artist might have meant, making up stories on the spot, one wilder and more colourful than the rest. René mostly kept quiet, but seemed to be enjoying himself none the less. Every now and then he inserted his own small remarks or chuckled lightly at Nicolas’ jokes. Encouraged by this, Nicolas was gaining momentum, spinning one astounding, ridiculous tale after the other, compensating for the low voice he kept with sweeping gestures and exaggerated expressions. Soon René was pressing his hand against his mouth, his whole body shaking with the laughter he desperately fought to hold in.

And then he froze.

His smile faltered and slowly disappeared as something behind Nicolas caught his eyes. Nicolas turned, following his gaze.

They were standing in front of a large painting. The canvas was populated by a crowd of figures, faces and bodies contorted by the pain of grief. In the centre, a male figure, a warrior, cradling the body of his fallen companion, face twisted into a mask of anguish.

‘Achilles and Patroclus.’ René whispered.

Nicolas nodded. He waited for his friend to turn away and move on, but he seemed to be hypnotised by the painting. They stood there in silence for a long while, before René finally spoke again.

‘I envy him, in a way.’

‘Who? I cannot for the life of me think of a single enviable character in that story.’

‘Patroclus. How much Achilles loved him, unashamed. He was no dirty little secret.’

It took the both of them a moment to fully realise what he just said. René, scrambling to save face, blushing so fiercely it was visible even in the dim light of the museum, and rushed to continue:

‘I-I mean it’s a touching story no matter how you look at it, I mean, anyone would be grateful for such loyalty from a friend…’

Nicolas took a deep breath and, momentarily forgetting himself, laid a hand on René’s arm. The little engineer froze. Nicolas quickly released him.

‘I understand.’

René peered up at him from under his curls.

‘Do you? Truly?’

Blood was rushing into Nicolas’ face and he suddenly felt very light and somehow detached from his body, as if he was watching the conversation from afar. Still, his friend laid his soul bare before him, if only on accident, he had to know he was not alone.

‘I do. I understand what you meant.’

René kept his big eyes fixed on him for a moment then slowly, so slowly, reached out and laid his hand on his arm. Nicolas’ heart leapt to his throat – carefully he raised his own had and covered René’s with it. They held the connection for a second before René stepped back. He cleared his throat.

‘I must be going now, I have some plans I need to double check. Thank you for this afternoon.’

‘My pleasure’ said Nicolas, eyes fixed on his toes ‘See you back at our café?’

‘Yes. Yes, certainly.’

***

Nicolas wondered if things will change between them and indeed, there was a small but noticable shift in their interactions. Nothing dramatic – unlike Augustin, Nicolas still was not allowed to just walk up to René and cuddle him. Though of course he never tried. Still, at least René would now touch him every now and then. Nothing too personal or overly familiar, rather he simply did not go out of his way anymore to avoid contact. Nicolas tried a little bit of flirting but as the engineer did not respond – or even seemed to notice his attempts – he soon ceased.

It was now July, and Nicolas was in the middle of revising his latest chapter (or more precisely re-arranging the bookshelves while thinking very hard about how he should be revising said chapter) when the knock came. He left the bookshelf somewhat begrudgingly – he was hard at work, creating, how dare people hinder his genius! – and went to answer it, grumbling all the way. He schooled his features into what he hoped was a polite but slightly haughty expression and he opened the door.

The corridor was empty.

Nicolas rolled his eyes – was the half a minute it took him to get to the door truly too long a wait for his visitor? He was about to retreat when he noticed a sheet of paper at his feet. A message then? A prank? A strongly worded appeal from his editor? It turned out to be neither. It was a poem. It was not written in pen, but in letters carefully cut out from a newspaper and glued to a sheet.

TO THE LOVE I DARE NOT NAME

FROM THE SHADOWS I SING YOUR PRAISES SCRAMBLING IN VAIN FOR THE RIGHT PHRASES YOU ARE ROUND AND WARM LIKE THE SUN IN JUNE THE COPPER OF YOUR HAIR IS THE CAUSE OF MY DESPAIRE

HAVE MERCY ON ME, O MUSE

He read it – and read it again. And again. It seemed to be a sincere if terrible love poem. Nicolas tugged at his beard. Was this dedicated to him? The mention of the subject’s bodily proportions and hair colour suggested so, but he was still uncertain. Humming lightly, he folded up the paper and got back to work. He resolved to show the strange little letter to his friends and thought nothing of it for the rest of the day.

When he did in fact pull the sheet out on their next get-together, the reaction of the group was, in the mildest possible terms, explosive. Alain ripped the letter out of his hand and studied it for several minutes, muttering to himself all the way through, before he was forced to relinquish it to a nagging Augustin, and then to Yves. René, reserved as ever, did not attempt to grab for the page, but followed the proceedings with eager eyes.

‘Well then’ Nicolas said ‘What do you gentlemen make of it?’

‘Why, my dear fellow’ said Augustin, leaning back in his seat ‘It is quite obvious. You have a secret admirer!’

Nicolas propped his chin on his hand and laughed.

‘Well, there’s no debating I’m a right catch, any lady would agree I’m sure, but don’t you think it more likely that this would be a nervous amateur trying to show his work off? Maybe try and get a foot in the door of publishing through me?’

Yves waved a hand with a little huff of dismissal.

‘Quite unlikely. If this were a poet interested in getting his name known, surely he would have included just that: his name! No my dear, this is quite obviously a love-stricken if unusually daring and forward lady!’

‘A true little firebrand!’ Alain exclaimed.

René remained quiet. Nicolas searched his face with a slight flicker of hope for any sign that he might be the one behind it, but then dismissed the idea. He could not picture him resigning himself to such bold a move.

‘All right then’ he said, folding up the sheet ‘I suppose my best bet now is to wait and see.’

And see he did. The very next day, about the same time, the knock sounded again. Nicolas, hard at work on his novel (he was cleaning his windows), took some time to answer, so the mysterious visitor was long gone by the time he got to the door. In her – his? wake he left an elegant box of high-end pralines. Nicolas inspected the gift for a message, but found none.

Well then. This certainly seemed to underline the ‘secret admirer’ theory, opposed to the ‘hopeful amateur poet’. Smiling to himself, Nicolas plopped a piece into his mouth and retreated. Excitement was starting to bubble up in his belly – who could this be? Sure, he had his secret hopes for a certain engineer, but with all his loveable qualities, René just did not look like the type for grand romantic gestures. Who else then? Nicolas made a list of all the ladies and gentlemen he knew, but found it entirely unhelpful. He had half a mind to drop everything and go seek out Augustin, even though they were not meant to meet up that day, but decided against it. The group regularly met on Tuesday and Friday nights, sometimes on weekends, and it was only Wednesday. Let’s not rush anything, let’s wait and see what happens next!

Thursday brought him a nice set of steel-tipped pens, complete with ink, all tied up with a bow. Now Nicolas was all but crawling out of his skin with excitement and resolved to catch the person responsible in the act.

On Friday he was fully expecting the knock, but he made a fatal mistake. The weather turned damp and cold, so Nicolas decided to make himself a cup of tea as he waited. The problem was only that his visitor was a full hour early compared to the previous days, so he had a kettle full of boiling water in his hands when the knock came, and by the time he managed to carefully put it down without spilling any of it on himself, his mysterious suitor was gone again. In their wake they left a bouquet.

Nicolas snatched it up and inspected it excitedly. It was a nicely arranged collection of reds, blues and yellows. On a whim, Nicolas quickly averted his eyes. He was keen to find out what message might be coded in there in the flirty language of flowers, but he wanted to decipher it in the presence of his friends. He placed the bouquet in a vase and resolved not to look at it for the rest of the day.

It was an excruciating exercise in temperance and patience and he came close to failing several times, sneaking glances at it every now and then, but miraculously he persisted. Still, it felt like the longest day of his life. He tried to proceed with his writing, but his thought kept floating back to the mysterious gifts and the sound of footsteps fading in the hallway.

When the clock finally struck five he practically flew out the door and did not stop until he reached their café, the Poule Rouge. René was already there, nursing a cup of coffee at his usual seat. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Nicolas flung himself down beside him. He looked up – only be greeted by a mass of flowers shown in his face.

‘From your admirer?’ he asked around the clump of vegetation.

‘I’m assuming yes!’ said Nicolas, leaning in close ‘What do you think?’

René regarded him solemnly for a long moment, then looked down.

‘I think it’s pretty. It has happy colours. I think whoever gave it to you wanted you to be happy.’

Nicolas could feel his lips stretch into a grin. He was about to answer but Alain’s booming voice cut him off. The man entered with Yves on one arm, Augustin on the other. Nicolas held up the bouquet like a trophy.

‘Well, well, well’ said Alain as he slid into the seat across Nicolas and pressed a cup of wine into his hands ‘What have we here?’

The three newcomers – all experts in courtship and all the delicacies it involved – pulled the bouquet into the middle of the table and began to pour over it. Nicolas watched in excitement, but his enthusiasm began to falter as their faces fell. After a couple of minutes they sat back and exchanged some deeply confused glances.

Yves scratched the back of his head.

‘Well this… All right, let’s see. The good news is the cornflower, which means wealth and fortune, the yellow rose, which stands for joy and friendship and the blue iris for faith and hope. But we also have marigold for jealousy and yellow carnation for disappointment and rejection. Also red poppies which mean consolation. So. There’s that.’

Alain propped his chin on his hand.

‘It might not mean anything at all.’

‘No no no, let’s not give up on this so quickly’ said Augustin ‘The lady went out of her way to play this intricate game, surely there must be some sort of message in there. So what do we have? Wealth, friendship or joy, consolation, hope or faith but also jealousy and either disappointment or rejection. This to me speaks of someone who was for some reason disappointed in you, but who values your friendship more than her pride and has hope in repairing your relations. It’s simple!’

‘I don’t think that’s it, not at all’ Yves objected ‘Look at this closely! The poppies and the yellow carnations out-weight the rest – to me, that says the sender has been disappointed to the degree she wants to now part ways. She includes the rose, the iris and the cornflower as a reminder to why she started this game to begin with, but does not wish to continue.’

A heavy lump settled into Nicolas’ throat. Still, he tried to hide his disappointment, so he arranged his features into a smile and laughed.

‘Well, I suppose we shall see about that. We’ll find out if she truly wishes to quit before long – tomorrow at the latest. If the gifts cease I can assume the lady truly meant it and lost interest.’

Soon the topic was changed as Augustin brought up a play he was interested in seeing and the rest of the evening was spent with amicable chatter, though René excused himself early. He had not spoken a single word all evening and after a quick round of goodbyes he hurried away without explanation. As he retreated Nicolas could have sworn he had seen him rubbing at his face.

Nicolas for his part was crestfallen. The presence and chatter of his friends took away the edge of the blow but he was sad to see this interesting affaire come to an end. Not to mention he had no idea what he did wrong to put off his secret admirer this much. With one last sigh he downed his wine. Ah, well. It was nice while it lasted.

The next day he all but managed to put his disappointment out of his mind, though a shard of it was still lodged in his heart like a persistent thorn. He tried to concentrate on his work, failed, tried again, failed, gave up and went for a walk. He went all the way to the Jardin de Luxembourg in hopes of clearing his mind. He was in great need of that – he wrote himself into a corner and had no idea how to rescue his own heroine. Sadly the fragrant air of the park failed to deliver any flashes of inspiration, so with a heavy heart he returned to his flat.

He was almost through the door when a flash of red caught his eye.

A red rose was lying on his threshold. Nicolas carefully picked it up and turned it over in his hand. There was a note attached to it, composed in the same manner the very first poem was, of letters and words cut out from a newspaper.

I HAD NO IDEA FLOWERS MEANT THINGS. THIS IS WHAT I MEANT.

Nicolas stood there, rooted to the threshold for a long time, grinning.

Now he was almost certain of his mysterious admirer’s identity, but still, he was curious about the reactions of his friends. When he entered the tavern the company gathered that night he held aloft the flower like a banner of victory.

‘Confess, gentlemen’ he said ‘Which one of you tattled?’

The rest looked back at him with wide, all-too innocent eyes.

‘What makes you accuse us so?’ Alain asked in the high-pitched, affronted voice of a man who had carried the gossip over half of Paris already. Nicolas showed him the rose and the letter attached.

‘That doesn’t prove anything’ Yves muttered, though he too was reluctant to meet his eyes ‘Your lady may have learned of her mistake independent of our conversation yesterday.’

‘But in such short a notice? Gentlemen, if not someone you passed the news on to, I’m forced to believe it might be one of you!’

Yves and Alain protested loudly, Augustin did not comment, merely shook his head with an amused grin. René, Nicolas noted with some cautious hope, was beet red and refused to move his gaze from his drink.

***

The next week went by without further communication from his suitor. Nicolas was beginning to fear he might have scared him (…or maybe her) away.  He was close to despair when finally, on a rather wet, gloomy Saturday the tell-tale knock sounded again. Nicolas raced to catch him, but as usual, his visitor was quicker. He left a letter behind, this time written in ink but in all capital letters so Nicolas still could not recognise the handwriting.

DEAREST,

MEET ME AT THE PÈRE-LACHAISE, AT THÉODORE GÉRICAULT’S TOMB, ONE O’CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON.

This time he did not wait for the agree-upon get-together, he flagged down a coach and raced all the way to Augustin’s lodgings. Luckily he found the man at home and, upon being let in, quickly pushed the letter into his hands.

‘Look at this!’

Contrary to his exuberant enthusiasm so far, Augustin frowned and scratched his head.

‘This could be very good or very bad news. All through this little adventure I had a feeling that all this is way too daring, shameless even, for a lady.’

Nicolas did not wish to draw unneeded attention to the fact that he was quite all right with the mysterious suitor being a man, so he merely hummed his agreement.

‘Still’ he said ‘What’s the worst that might happen?’

Augustin raised an eyebrow.

‘You could be ridiculed at best, robbed or even killed at worst. You will be in the middle of a graveyard. Secluded, with plenty of places for the members of a gang to hide.’

This gave Nicolas a pause.

‘None the less’ he finally said ‘I want to know who is behind this.’

‘At least permit me to go with you!’

Now it was Nicolas’ turn to frown and tug at his bear.

‘A kind offer, but I must decline. Actually…‘ he took a deep breath ‘I have a good idea who this might be, and in case I’m right, I do not want to compromise this person.’

Augustin chuckled lightly and swatted his arm.

‘A true gentleman! Very well then, but promise to be careful!’

Nicolas smiled and pressed his hand.

‘I promise!’

***

The graveyard was all but deserted – Nicolas came across a couple of elderly ladies, the sort that is a permanent fixture of cemeteries all over the world, but none of them paid any attention to him. Though he did ask for directions at the gate it still took him a long time to find Géricault’s grave in the dense labyrinth of tombs. When he finally did he found the scene deserted. Not a single sound, except for the distant murmur of the city beyond the graveyard’s walls. His stomach fell. Was all this an elaborate prank? All this for nothing? And the culprit would not even stick around to witness his humiliation?

He dejectedly kicked a pebble and was about to leave when there – just there behind the edge of the massive block of the monument – he spotter the rim of a top hat. In two quick strides he rounded the tomb.

René Giraud was standing there hunched over, dressed in his best dress coat and shiniest shoes. When Nicolas came to stand in front of him he made an attempt to raise his head and look him in the eye but the task proved too much for him. The rose clenched in his hand was trembling. He wordlessly held it out.

Warm fondness bubbled up in Nicolas’ chest. He yearned to pull René into a hug and never let him go again, but he knew better than to grab him without his consent. He took the professed rose and opened his arms. René shuffled closer, fisted Nicolas’ vest and hid his face in his chest. Slowly, carefully Nicolas completed the embrace. He took off his friend’s hat, set it and the rose aside and gently ran his fingers through his hair. René was trembling from head to toe – Nicolas could only imagine how much courage it must have taken him to go through with this plan. This courage evidently carried him to this point and no further. He looked ready to collapse on the spot. Nicolas held him tighter and began to rock him slowly, continuing to pet his hair.

They stood there for a long while, locked together in an embrace, gently swaying from side to side. Nicolas nuzzled René’s hair. The heart fluttering against his chest started to calm down a bit. Eventually René snuggled against him and spoke up.

‘I’m sorry about the first bouquet.’

‘Don’t be. I think it was beautiful, artificially assigned meanings be damned.’

René giggled and pulled back just enough to be able to rub the back of his neck. Not daring to initiate any other contact just yet, Nicolas quickly nuzzled his nose. René took a deep, shaky breath, latched on to Nicolas’ lapels and pecked him on the lips. Before Nicolas could react he ducked his head again.

Still carefully, as to not scare him away, Nicolas slid a finger under his chin. René allowed this and obediently tilted his head up at Nicolas’ gentle push. Emboldened, Nicolas cupped his cheeks and pressed their foreheads together. After a small pause he tilted his head to the side and kissed him. René’s lips were velvety soft and a little wet – he was clumsily pushing back against Nicolas, evidently unsure of what he was supposed to do. Nicolas slid his hands down onto his shoulders and moved on to kiss a line along his smooth cheeks and jaw. They broke apart, stepped back a bit – and dissolved in a fit of nervous giggles. Nicolas tried to stop but the laughter only intensified, relieved and yet slightly hysterical. Face burning, stomach flipping, Nicolas wiped at his wet eyes and swept René back into a tight embrace. René flung himself into his arms without hesitation. Nicolas smacked one more big, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

‘Sweet René’ he murmured ‘My sweet René.’

  *un chien = a dog

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“PRESSURE! Pushing Down On Me!” - Then There Were Three Part 6 -  Liam x MC

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It was three am when Liam was jolted awake from a noise coming from the baby’s nursery. With half-awake eyes he looked to the space beside him to see…nothing…no Riley. He climbed from the bed, making his way towards the nursery. as he reached the room, he seen her, trying to bend down and pick up the lamp that had fallen from the small table beside the rocking chair. As he looked around the room he seen drawers open, clothes pulled out on top of it, nappies that were boxed and waiting to be put on the shelf of the changing unit, were all over the top of the changing table,

“what are you doing?” he mumbled still half asleep, tying not go get blinded by the light from the room. He walked over and gently placed his hand on her arm as she went to bend down again but couldn’t quiet reach it. “ill get it” he lifted the lamp, placing it in its rightful place on the side table.

“why are you up sweetheart?” he asked as he stood in front of her, his hand gently grazing her cheek

“I have to make sure everything’s perfect.” She panicked as she looked around the room “I have to fix her clothes…I have to-”

“hey, it’s alright, we can do it in the morning, everything will be perfect I promise”

“it can’t wait Liam, I have to fix it” she mumbled as she made her way over to the chest of drawers and started folding the baby’s clothes. Liam quickly followed, placing his hand gently on Riley's back.

“Sweetheart, will you please come to bed?”

“but-”

“but, nothing, I know your just trying to get everything perfect, I promise, we can do it tomorrow, you and I will fix it in the morning, will you please come back to bed?” he whispered softly

“promise?”

“I promise” a soft smile found itself on Liam's face, as he gently took the baby grow from Riley's hand and placed it on top of the dresser.

“okay” she nodded as he walked her back to bed, with his left hand on her back and her right hand in his.

“did I wake you?” a just barely audible whisper left her mouth

“No, you didn’t wake me, sweetheart” Liam knew if he told Riley she had woke him up, she would beat herself up about it.

“why are you lying?” she frowned “just tell me I can handle it”

“sweetie, it wasn’t you”

“yes, it was, I can read you like a book, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”

“It’s okay, sweetie” he placed a kiss on her head then helped her into bed before getting back into bed himself. The whole room was silent, so Liam assumed Riley had fallen asleep, it was a short fifteen minutes later that he heard her whisper

“Liam,” she wriggled over to cuddle him

“yeah sweetie?” his arms instinctively wrapped around her.

“I can’t sleep, I’m uncomfortable”

“is she awake?”

“yeah, and she’s on the move”

“let me see what I can do” Liam whispered as he pulled the duvet back a little, he moved down on the bed so that he could get to Riley's stomach. He gently pressed his lips to her skin then whispered

“hey princess, its daddy, I know you want to play, but your mother really needs to rest before you get here, so I’m gonna need you to calm down a little bit, I promise, as soon as you make an appearance, we can play all the games you want, but right now your mother needs some sleep.” Liam looked up to Riley's to see she was falling asleep, he smirked to himself, he carefully moved back to where he was lying. “goodnight, my love” he whispered before placing a kiss on Riley's head.

“goodnight” she whispered back.

The next morning, Riley awoke with an abundance of energy.  She awoke to Liam cuddling into her back. she thought back to the time when they couldn’t sleep in the same room, when they were barely able to spend more than fifteen minutes together…now, here they were, lying, cuddled up in bed, ready to bring their first baby into the world. With a smile on her face, she gently moved Liam's hand careful not to wake him, she climbed form the bed and headed for the bathroom, then the kitchen. she tried to be as quiet as she possibly could, as to not wake Liam, plenty of times, over the past nine months she had him up in the middle of the night, be it getting food for her, times when she couldn’t sleep…wriggling around in the bed, trying to get comfortable. She wanted to let him sleep for as long as possible, his only meeting for the day wasn’t until three pm so he didn’t need to be up anytime soon. she started pulling pans and ingredients from the cupboards. She was going to wake him to his favourite breakfast, blueberry pancakes. Every chance he got, he would have blueberry pancakes. He had once told her that his mother used to make them for him before she passed, she made sure the staff had the recipe, so that when she was out of the country, he could still have them. After her passing, Liam would have them as often as he could, reminding him of his mother’s cooking. By the time Riley and Liam were married, she had gotten her hands on the recipe. it was about fifteen minutes later that Riley had two plates stacked with fluffy blueberry pancakes, covered with a warm blueberry sauce. Riley placed the two plates on a tray along with two cups of hot tea, then carried it carefully to the bedroom. She placed the tray on Liam's bedside table, then gently leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Liam, honey, wake up” Riley whispered, Liam mumbled then shuffled around a little.

“I know you can hear me, Liam” she smirked as she watched him flicker his eyes open.

“Mmmm morning, sweetie” he smirked as he stretched, before placing his hand gently on the back of her neck and leaning up to press his lips to hers.

“morning, I have something for you”

“you do?”

“Mhmmm, it’s on your bedside table” she smirked as he turned to look, and a grin found itself on his face.

“is that what I think it is?”

“Mhmmm, only the best for my very patient husband”

“I love you. Do you know that?” Liam pushed himself up to sit with his back against the headrest

“of course, I love you too”

Riley carefully picked the tray up and placed it on Liam's lap before moving round to her side and climbing back into bed, she took her plate from the tray and placed it on her knee then they quickly got stuck in.

“how is my beautiful little girl treating you today?”

“she’s been great, she’s been pretty calm this morning”

“good, I can’t believe she’s going to be here anytime in the next few weeks, it’s crazy.”

“I know right, I’m so excited to meet her!”

“me too, I can’t wait to finally have her in our arms”

“I’m a little scared though” Riley whispered, Liam placed his fork onto the plate, as he looked over at Riley a little worried.

“talk to me, what’s up?” he asked as he took her hand in his.

“I’m just…I’m scared about the whole pushing a human being out of me…it can be dangerous…I mean…what if I get too tired to push and something happens to the baby…or to me”

“hey, I’m going to be with you, the whole time, there are going to be a gazillion doctors there just to keep you safe”

“a gazillion…really?” she chuckled at his over exaggeration

“I would have every doctor in the world in that room to make sure you and our daughter will be safe” he reassured Riley with a squeeze of her hand.

“and that’s why I love you so damn much” she smirked

“really?” he replied as he carried on eating “I thought it was my charming smile”

“that too” she leaned over and placed her lips on his.

After the two finished their food, they got up, showered and dressed. They had fixed everything in the nursery that needed put away, Riley stopped Liam before he could leave the room.

“I need your help with something”

“of course, what’s up?” he asked as he made his way over to her, Riley lifted a box from atop the chest of drawers.

“the baby wrap came yesterday…we need to make sure we can put it on right.” Liam smirked and nodded his head “okay”. Riley opened the box, passing Liam the instructions of how to put it on, she knew he would want to examine it word for word, whereas Riley would try it herself first. After failing on multiple attempts, she finally gave in and looked at the directions on the paper, “I give up…what does it say?” she groaned

“you gotta fold it in half length ways” Liam chuckled as he watched his wife trying to wrap herself up.

“okay…what next?”

“wrap it around your stomach, at the back, cross the two sides over and pull them over your shoulders”

“like this?”

“yes, just like that…you gotta tuck it under the part you wrapped around your stomach, so just pull both parts underneath, crossing them over as you do it, once you’ve done that, pull them around you and tie the two ends together, if you have extra fabric pull around to the front and tie it instead.”

Liam helped Riley tie the fabric behind her, due to her bump being so big she wouldn’t even contemplate tying it in the front.

“how does it feel?”

“it feels okay, I mean…obviously we won’t be able to tell until she’s here, and we can put her in it, but I think it feels okay, how do I look?” she chuckled “have ever seen an uncooked roll of beef?”

“an uncooked roll of beef? no…why do you ask”

“well they come…with string wrapped around it…that’s what I look like right now” she laughed as she removed the wrap then held it out to Liam “your turn” she smirked Liam chuckled as he took the wrap from her hands and started wrapping it around him. Riley sat herself down in the rocking chair as she watched Liam attempt to wrap himself up.

Just a couple of weeks later, Riley was hitting her forty-week mark…and she was well and truly done with this pregnancy. Riley had been trying a few different ways of bringing on labour, spicy food…walking…sex…they had tried it all.

“why won’t your daughter get out of me?” she groaned as she met Liam in the kitchen where he was making the two of them some tea.

“maybe…maybe you could just pull her out…just get your hand right up there and pull her out”

“I don’t think it works like that sweetheart” Liam chuckled

“I’m so done with this”

“I know sweetie, just a little while longer I promise” he encouraged her as he placed the mugs on the table. “she’ll be here soon” he gently placed his hand on her stomach as he placed a gently kiss on her head

“why don’t we go for a walk? we can take a walk through the flower garden…maybe…the hedge maze…what do you think?”

“I think that’s a great idea”

after the two finished their tea, they pulled their shoes and coats on with their winter essentials, then they headed out to the flower garden hand in hand.

“it’s freezing!”

“we can go back inside if you want?” Liam asked

“no, it’s, okay, we’ll be fine”

“just be careful, there might be black ice under the snow”

“you just better be ready to catch me” Riley chuckled

“I’ll be ready”

“she could still be in there for another three weeks” Riley mumbled “she could be here tomorrow…can you believe it? this time tomorrow we could be sitting with her in our arms”

“I honestly can’t, I think she’ll turn up when we least expect it” Liam smirked as he squeezed her hand

“in the middle of the night if she’s anything like her mom”

“really?”

“Mhmmm 3:24 am”

“I was an early hour arrival too…4:21 am”

“we’ll aren’t we screwed then” Riley chuckled “she’s definitely showing up in the middle of the night now, ”

“we better try and get as much rest as we can then” Liam chuckled

The next day came and went, no baby in sight, Riley was uncomfortable and tired, her back ached, her breasts ached, her ankles as well. It was late in the afternoon, Liam was out at his only meeting for the day, he was due back anytime, Riley had spent the last few hours, falling in and out of sleep on the sofa. Riley had just woken up enough to get up and move. Just as she went to get up, she felt a pressure in her back.

“Ahhh shi-” she groaned as she fell back onto the sofa, taken by surprise by the pressure…sure she’d had Braxton hicks, but this felt different she quickly looked at the time so that she could keep track of the contractions.

Just a couple of seconds later the apartment door opened as Liam walked in, shutting it behind him. “hey” he smiled as he leaned over the back of the sofa and placed a kiss on her lips as she looked round at him.

“is everything okay?” Liam asked instantly seeing the look in her face.

“I…- I just had a contraction”

“what!?” he grinned as he quickly moved around to kneel in front of where she sat. “what should we do, should we go down to the physician?”

“no, we need to time them, I don’t want to end up sitting down there all day”

“alright, can I do anything, can I get anything for you?”

“I was about to get myself some water”

“alright, stay here, I’ll get you a glass of water”

It was about five minutes later, Liam had taken a seat beside Riley, as they discussed how his meeting went.

“I agreed to th-” Liam stopped what he was saying when Riley gripped his hand, leaning her forehead against his chest. He gently ran his free hand up and down her back.

“you’re so strong” he whispered before placing a kiss on her head

“how long?” Riley mumbled without lifting her head.

“about sixty-five seconds long, seven minutes since your first one”

“there’s no point in going down until they’re closer together, they could be like this for hours still”

“alright, well, I’m going to call down to the physician, let him know what’s going on, alright?”

With a nod of her head. Liam quickly lifted the phone from beside him, and dialled down to the

Physician’s office.

“Hi, Henry, Riley's having contractions”

“okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes” after bidding the doctor goodbye Liam hung up the phone, Riley looked up at him “what did he say?”

“He’s going to come up to check on you.”

Just a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Liam called for the doctor to come in, after closing the door behind him, the doctor made his way over to Riley.

“how far apart are they?” he asked as he took a seat beside her.

“seven minutes apart”

“how long are they lasting?”

“the last one was about sixty-five seconds” Riley informed him as she looked over at Liam, who kept looking down at his watch

“alright, I’m just going to check how dilated you are, okay?”

“Mhmmm” Riley nodded as she positioned herself on the sofa so that the doctor could check how far she was dilated

“alright, your about five cm dilated, so of course, you know you need to be ten cm before you can start pushing, what I’m going to need you to do, is keep timing them, once they get to around three minutes apart, we’ll get you down to the medical room, I’m sure you don’t want to sit down their bored for too long so, you could stay at five cm for a little while or they could progress really quickly so,  for as long as they are this far apart and your only five cm, just take it easy, take deep breathes, do something calming, read a book or sometimes taking a bath can help because the water takes the pressure away a little bit, or going for a walk might help, when a contraction hits, make sure your taking deep breathes, try not to break any of the kings bones” the doctor joked causing Riley and Liam to laugh, he looked down at his watch then moved over to sit beside Riley, taking her hand in his. Riley closed her eyes as she felt the next contraction

“deep breaths, sweetie” he reassured her “you’re doing great”

“just nice and calm, no stress alright, I will be just downstairs, making sure everything is prepared for you and the baby, if you need anything, and I mean anything, just call down and I’ll be straight up, I’ll come back up in a few hours and check on you and check how far your dilated”

“okay, thank you” Riley nodded as the doctor stood to his feet. Liam walked him to the door, closing it behind him after bidding him goodbye. He quickly moved back to Riley's side, taken her hand in his.

“can you help me up?”

“of course,” Liam stood to his feet, taking Riley's hands in his, he helped her to her feet. “alright, talk to me, tell me what you what you want to do, I can go run you a bath, we can go for a walk”

“could we go for a walk? not outside though…it’s too cold…my ass’ll freeze out there” Liam chuckled at his wife.

“alright, do you wanna go change?” he asked when he noticed she was wearing sweatpants, knowing that she would normally only wear them around the apartment and that’s it.

“pfft nope-” Riley quickly grabbed Liam's hand as her next contraction hit.

“shit…this is not fun” she groaned as she squeezed at Liam's hand “I’m so sorry if I’m hurting you”

“it’s okay, do what you need to sweetie, its fine, I don’t mind” he reassured her. Once her contraction passed, Liam helped her put her shoes on then the two headed out.

Just as the two were leaving the apartment, Drake was walking by.

“hey guys” he groaned

“Drake, hi” Riley smiled

“hey man!” Liam greeted him with a grin.

Drake looked Riley's outfit up and down with confusion, knowing she would never usually leave their apartment in sweats, she could spend all day in them in the apartment but when It came to leaving, she always made sure she was dressed appropriately. “where are you guys off too?”

“we’re just going for a walk around the palace”

“I’m having contractions, so the doctor said going for a walk might help”

“the babies coming?!?” he chirped

“yeah” Riley replied with a grin

“do you guys want me to take bash? I can keep him in my room for a few days?”

“really? That would be amazing Drake! I mean you don’t need to take him right now, it might be a little while still before we have to think about going down to the doctor, but that would be a huge help, thank you so much” Riley thanked him, before pulling him into a hug which he returned. Just as Riley went to step back her next contraction hit. She quickly grabbed the closes hand to her, which was drakes. Drake tensed his hand as she squeezed it, Liam stood smirking knowing how strong Riley's grip was.

“shit Riley, your stronger than you look!” Drake groaned as she squeezed it. once Riley let out, Drake shook his hand, trying to get the feeling back, Riley looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry drake”

“it’s alright…I’m sure the feeling will return to it soon, I just feel bad for Liam…I mean they’re only gonna get stronger right? I mean, are his hands actually going to work after this?” he stated causing Liam to laugh. Riley just stood there looking at him. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t make jokes, you’re in a lot of pain” he apologised

“I take my apology back…you deserved it” Riley huffed

“alright, come on, why don’t we keep walking before Drake literally loses a limb” Liam suggested as he took Riley's hand

“yeah…good idea” she smirked at Drake

“yeah…I second that” Drake nodded

After bidding him goodbye Liam and Riley continued their journey. It was about an hour later that the two returned to the apartment.

“I need to lie down” Riley mumbled as she headed for their bedroom, quickly being followed by Liam. Riley sat herself down on the bed, Liam kneeling at her feet to help her get her shoes off.

“could you get my nightdress, the blue on, its right at the top of the drawer, I’m too warm in these sweats”

“of course,” Liam pulled her second shoe off then headed for the closet, he quickly returned with the nightdress which he handed to Riley, he helped her to her feet.

“I gotta go to the bathroom, ill change whilst I’m in there” she mumbled tiredly as she made her way to the bathroom. She changed and done what she had to do then headed back into the bedroom, where she climbed onto the bed, she pulled the duvet over, bundling it up and wrapping herself around it. she groaned as another contraction hit, she gripped the duvet in her hands as she breathed deeply.

“could you open the window?” she asked Liam, who done as asked, he then joined Riley on the bed, he lay facing her on his side, running his hand up and down her back gently.

“you’re doing great sweetheart” he whispered as Riley leaned her forehead on his chest. “I love you so much” he whispered

“I’m scared Liam” Riley sniffled

“it’s okay, it’s okay to be scared sweetie, you can do this, I know you can do this…you know you can do this. You are so strong Riley”

“I love you so much Liam”

“I love you too…so much!!” he whispered “you should really try and get some sleep” he gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

“there is no way I’m sleeping through this” she sighed “maybe a massage would help” she smirked at him causing him to chuckle

“now that I can do” Liam moved down to the bottom of the bed, and lifted Riley's feet onto his lap, after putting some moisturiser on his hands he began massaging her skin.

“now that’s a massage” she smiled

“maybe I should have you feed me grapes too” she asked, Liam let out a laugh.

“I will get you grapes, if you so wish my queen”

“ha-ha no its okay”

“can you believe it, Liam?”

“what?”

“that she’s gonna be in our arms…finally”

“it’s exciting” Liam smirked

“it is isn’t it, I mean, I know it hurts…a lot…but if I have to go through this for our little girl to come into world…I would do it ten times over”

“and I would be with you…the whole way”

For the past hour Riley had been drifting in and out of sleep, she had not long woken up.

“hey” Liam whispered.

“I need to get up…I can’t just lie here, dozing in and out of sleep, it’s making me feel worse.”

Liam helped Riley from the bed and into the living room.

“maybe we should try some of the positions, Julie, the birthing teacher showed us”

“o-okay” she nodded.

“alright she said try to be upright and leaning forward…sit down” she directed him to the sofa, she lifted a cushion and placed it on the ground in front of where he sat. Liam took Riley's hands as he helped her kneel to the cushion.

“how long?” Riley mumbled as she leaned forward onto his knees, with her head leaning down

“about thirty seconds” Liam answered as he looked at his watch. He leaned his arm over, gently rubbing Riley's lower back.

“Mmmm” she let out a deep breath as her next contraction hit. It was just then that there was a knock at the door.

“who is it?” Liam called

“It’s Drake, Hana and Maxwell” Liam looked at Riley asking her if she wanted visitors, without speaking, she nodded as she took deep breathes

“come in” he called back.

The three came wondering in with grins on their faces.

“is it really happening?” Maxwell asked enthusiastically

“Mhmmm” Riley nodded with a smile.

“stupid question, I know…how are you feeling?” Hana asked as she walked over to the pair

“I’m fine…just…it’s exhausting, the pain…right now its bearable…It just tires you out”

“we brought something that might help with that” Maxwell smirked

“you did?”

“Mhmmm…look” he started emptying the contents of the bag he was carrying.

“you brought board games?” Riley smirked

“what better way to distract you, I even brought monopoly” Maxwell smirked

“monopoly…are you trying to get us divorced before the babies even here? that shits known for starting fights….im excited…lets play” she chuckled causing everyone to laugh.

Hana, Maxwell and Drake all headed over to where Riley and Liam were sitting. Drake moved the side table over to them, they set up the board, picked which counter they wanted, then the game began.

It took an hour and a half before the board was flipped. Riley and Drake were in the midst of an argument over whether it was a rule that if Drake doesn’t ask for the money before the next person rolls the dice when Riley lands on one of his lots, then he forfeits the money. Drake was adamant it wasn’t a rule, he was sure Riley had made it up…that was until Riley searched the internet and trusty google proved him wrong…he flipped the board game as they all laughed.

“I think it’s time we put this game away” Liam chuckled

“Drake…are you emotionally stable to play another- OH…My god!” Riley Riley's eyes practically jumped out of her head.

“what is it?” Liam asked as he gently rubbed her back, the others quickly moved to her side, she looked up at Liam then down to her crotch….

“My water just broke”

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[guccivnte]

Keep Me

pairing: Jimin x Reader

genre: slightly angsty, fluff, Hybrid!Jimin

words: 2723

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Yeah, he was right. You were lonely in the apartment you lived in by yourself. Not that you don’t have any friends, which you do, you’ve just been feeling like you were missing something else.

“Plus,” Namjoon added, “If you do adopt one, Yoongi won’t be lonely anymore either, he needs to make more friends,” Namjoon looked at the cat hybrid whose head was laying on your lap as you ran your hand through the soft hair. “People disappoint me,” Yoongi mumbled. You laughed and scratched behind his ears with both hands, causing him to purr softly and nuzzle his head in your lap and wrap his arms around your waist.

“I guess you’re right,” You agreed with your best friend. He’s been bugging you to adopt a hybrid ever since he realized how close you were with his own hybrid. He also thought that you needed something new in your life, other then the same familiar faces, and that something just so happened to be a hybrid.

“I guess the apartment is a bit boring with only one person,” you have an over exaggerated sigh as you traced your finger on Yoongi’s face, outlining all the details, causing him to slightly smile contently. “I’ll go to the adoption center tomorrow, you can come with me if you want?” You offered to Namjoon.

“Of course,” He smiled. “We need to make sure you pick the perfect one because I can’t have you stealing my cat from me,” Namjoon faked a pout as you laughed.

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Today is the day that you are going to go look for a hybrid to adopt. To say the least, you were excited yet scared. Excited to finally be able to have your own hybrid but scared that whoever you adopted, wouldn’t like you. You thought of the million scenarios that could go happen once you adopted, and now you were becoming anxious.

“Y/N,” Namjoon placed his hand on your arm lightly, causing you to shake away from the thoughts you were having. “We’re here,” He smiled at you. You smiled and quickly unbuckled your seatbelt, practically jumping out of the car. “Let’s go!” You tugged at your friends arm as soon as he shut the door, causing him to stumble or his feet.

“Hey careful! You’re going to kill someone,” He laughed. You quickly let go of the tall boy, your arms falling limply to your side as your cheeks were tinted pink in embarrassment. You both walked through the door, your excitement came rushing through, knocking your fear down to the floor as you looked around the building.

There were different rooms labeled with hybrid names. There were large glass windows on the walls so you were able to see what the hybrids were doing. The dogs were play wrestling or throwing a football, the bunnies were playing bored games or soccer and the cats were in groups talking to each other or lazily throwing things in the air. You looked to see that there were more rooms with more hybrids, such as foxes, tigers leopards and more.

Your eyes widened in astonishment, you’ve never seen anything like it in your life. You saw a lady walking towards you. Namjoon leant down to whisper in your ear that he was going to go to the car because he didn’t want to influence your options, in the end it was all about what you wanted. You smiled gratefully at him and turned towards the girl who was now in front of you.

“Hello, my name is Layla,” She pointed down to the nametag that was pinned to the royal blue shirt she wore. “Are you wanting to adopt a hybrid today?” She asked, you giving a nod in return. “Great!” She clapped her hands. “Would you like to look around or is their a specific breed you would like to look at?”

“Actually I wanted to look at the cats,” You looked to the left side of the room where the cats were at. “Okay then, follow me,” Layla began walking towards the cats. “You can look around and when you find one that interests you, just tell me and I’ll bring you two to a quiet room so you can chat.”

You smiled at her once more before she walked back to the front desk and filled it paperwork. You looked through the window at the hybrids. They were all very beautiful, with their long tails and soft ears. You sighed, this was going to be harder than you thought.

How the hell did Namjoon pick Yoongi?

As you watched the hybrids, most gave you sweet smiles while others gave you sour glares. You frowned a bit, but kept searching. Grey, almost silver hair, caught your eyes as you were glancing around. Confused, your eyebrows furrowed together. It was a boy who seemed pretty close to your age sitting alone in the corner of the room in a reclining chair, he sat with his chin on his knees while his tail waved around lazily. He seems to be watching the other cats around him.

“Excuse me?” You called out to Layla who walked over to you with a smile. “Did you see one you like?” She asked. “Yeah uh, the one in the corner of the room, with the grey hair,” You pointed to the boy who looked bored, almost sad, which caused you to frown again. “Jimin?” Layla asked. “Oh he’s sweet, very, very shy at first, but also very sweet and adorable. I’ll go get him.”

You waited for Layla and looked into the room. Pretty much all of the cats stopped what they were doing and watched as Layla guided Jimin through the room to you. His head down all the way; red burning onto his cheeks. “Follow me you two,” Layla showed you both to a room and gave you a thumbs up before softly shutting the door.

The room was small, two couches with a window across from the door and a coffee table with a vase right in the middle. You and Jimin sat on either couches. His head was still down and his tail was shaking anxiously. Shit, you were so kept to yourself that you didn’t know how to start a conversation. What were you supposed to say? ‘Hi Jimin, I’m Y/N and I think your adorable so I’m going to adopt you’? No, you can’t do that.

“H-hi, Jimin,” You said, your voice coming out quieter then expected. Jimin’s ears perked up slightly, notifying you that he was listening. “Um, well I’m Y/N, I’m a photographer, I like food, and yeah that’s it, I’m pretty boring,” You scratched the back of your head awkwardly, not knowing what the hell you were doing.

You heard a very faint laugh and almost melted. The hybrid that sat in front of you was beautiful. He wore black joggers with a plain tee and old beat up converse. We’re definitely going shopping after this, you thought to yourself. His hair was a grey/silver color which you already loved, his ears being a lighter grey, but matching perfectly with his hair.

“Well I don’t know what the hell im doing,” You admitted with a laugh. Jimin looked up at you with a shy smile, he liked the sound of your laugh. “How long have you been here?” You asked the shy boy. He held up ten fingers, while you furrowed your eyebrows once more. “Ten days?” You asked and he shook his head. “Ten months,” Another head shake. “Ten years?” You asked quietly, hoping it wasn’t and that it was just ten hours or some crazy shit.

The boy nodded and looked back down at his shoes again. You let out a small ‘oh’. This poor boy. How could anyone not want him? “Do you like it here?” You asked him. No answer. “Would you like to come live with me?” Again, no answer. Does he not want to be adopted. Oh no, did you cross a line somewhere? You don’t know where you could’ve but some people are just really sensitive in some places.

You decided to ask him once more, not wanting to give up just yet. “Jimin,” You asked, softer this time, “Do you like it here?” After a a few hesitant moments, the boy slowly shook his head. Your heart dropped, he looked so sad and you just wanted to pull him into a hug. “How about you come home with me then, yeah? I promise it’s way better than this place.”

He looked up at you, this time being the one confused. “W-why would you want someone like m-me?” He pointed at his chest with his small fingers. Your own chest stopped moving, his voice sounding so angelic. “Why wouldn’t I want someone like you?” You asked, wanting to know why he asked that.

“W-we’ll I mean, people don’t like s-shy and quiet cats. They’re stubborn and too much to deal with,” He explained with a whisper loud enough for you to hear. “At least that’s w-what the workers say to m-me,” He finished. Somehow this boy already managed to shatter your heart into millions of pieces wth in ten minutes. Your hand flew to your mouth, fighting back the tears, you stood up.

Your chest hurt from the words he spoke. “Jimin,” you spoke softly. “No one should ever tell you you’re not good enough because you act a certain way. You’re fine just the way you are, don’t let anyone tell you any different. Now come on, I’m getting you out of this hell hole.”

You felt so torn at the way the workers treated Jimin. Lord only knows how they treat the other poor hybrids locked up. Jimin tensed up at you suddenly grabbing his wrist, you then began rubbing his soft skin with the thumb. He loosened up slightly, but not enough. “I would like to adopt him,” You told Layla. She gave you weird look but held a smile and handed you the right paper work. You let go of Jimin’s hand and signed what you needed to. “Good luck, Park Jimin!” Layla called as you and your newly found hybrid walked out the door and to your friends car.

You thanked Namjoon for the ride to your apartment building and you and Jimin took the elevator up to your floor. The whole ride the cat hybrid stayed quiet with his hands clasped together tightly in his lap but his eyes looking out the window surprised. You had calmed down on the way and was now feeling a little bit guilty on lashing out on Jimin, even though you didn’t raise your voice.

You opened the door and waited for Jimin to walk in before shutting and locking it. He stood in the middle of the living room and looked around. He soon met with your staring eyes, quickly looking down so you couldn’t see the blush creeping on his cheeks. “Well this is my home, I know it’s not much but its mine and I love it,” You presented to the boy, waving your arms.

“It looks cozy,” jimin whispered which caused you to give him a warm smile. “Follow me,” You told him, walking down to the middle of your long hallway. You opened a light brown door which showed a fairly big room. The bed had white covers and pillows, a white desk and black chair sat in the corner of the room and a white dresser sat in the other corner. Other than that, the room was really spacious.

“This is, m-my room? Like my own?” Jimin asked, genuinely confused. You almost cried out because you knew that at the adoption center they didn’t have their own privacy let alone their own bedrooms. “It sure is,” You nodded at him. “Right now it’s pretty empty but we can go shopping tomorrow to get whatever you want,” You explained.

“I know you’re probably tired or you just want to relax today so you can take a nap or watch tv on the couch while I go make dinner,” You then walked to the kitchen. As soon as you walked into the room you pulled out your phone and and called Namjoon. “Hello?” He answered after a few rings. “

Namjoon!” You said loudly, but not loud enough for Jimin to be alarmed. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Is everything okay?” Your best friend asked worriedly. “No,” You shook your head, knowing he couldn’t see you. “Well, kind of, not really,” You sighed confused.

“Is it about Jimin? What happened?” He asked. “Kind of,” you sighed deeply, rubbing your forehead with your hand. “It’s about before I adopted him,” You could feel yourself growing angry just at the thought of the conversation you shared with your newly adopted hybrid. You then continued to tell him what Jimin had told you as you started to make pasta.

“I just felt so torn and it made me want to adopt him even more,” You told Namjoon, mixing the noodles with the sauce. “Well thank the gods you did,” He replied. “The poor boy looked so nervous when he got into the car, when he told you what he did, while he was at the adoption center he most likely didn’t get the attention he needed, but most hybrids don’t,” Namjoon informed you.

“It just angers me that someone would say something to someone else like that,” You sighed, starting to set up plates and utensils on the table. “Hybrid or not, no one should be treated like they’re scum.”

“I agree one hundred and ten percent,” You could tell Namjoon was nodding on the other line. “Thanks Joonie, but for now I have to go, dinners ready, I’ll call you tomorrow,” You got ready to hang up. “Bye!” He called as you pressed the red button and set your phone on the counter.

You walked to Jimin’s room, you didn’t shut his door because you didn’t know if he wanted you to or not. You peeked in and you could see him rolling around on the bed and cuddling into the blankets.

You let out a loving laugh at the adorable boy, causing him to look up in terror. He stopped rolling around and slowly sat up, his cheeks flushing fiercely. “S-sorry,” He muttered. “Don’t be sorry, it’s your room,” You assured him that it was okay. “Now come on, dinners ready, I hope you like pasta,” You turned around and walked back to the kitchen. You heard light patters on the hardwood floor behind you.

You set a plate on your spot then one across you for Jimin. You picked up your fork about to stuff your mouth but noticed Jimin hasn’t sat down. “What’s wrong? Do you not like pasta?” You asked worriedly. “You didn’t need him hating you because he didn’t like what you made for dinner, even it was for something as dumb as that, you didn’t want him and at you.

“No, it’s n-not that,” He shook his head quickly, instantly feeling guilty for making you worry. “I’m just– I’m not allowed to eat at the table with my owner, or in front of them f-for that matter,” He answered, looking down at his feet. “I won’t have that,” You shook your head, disagreeing with that stupid rule. “You’re not my pet, Jimin,” You told him, wanting to cringe at that horrible word. “You are my friend so therefore you can sit at the table and we can eat together.”

“And that goes for everything else,” You nodded at Jimin who sat at the table hesitantly. “You can do whatever you like, what’s mine is yours. Just please, whatever you do, don’t break anything,” You laughed and started to eat. Jimin smiled at you thoughtfully. He then started to eat and once he started he didn’t stop. You chuckled to yourself as you watched him fondly.

He was going to get along just fine.

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part two ?

[neurodivergentchaosking]

Loving someone with NPD

It fucking sucks! I have bpd and if i was completely untreated, i would have been narcissist chow...more than i already was.

I have pretty decent intuition but it took a long time for me to actually follow it. I met (lets call her Mary) before i listened to it and created a huge blindspot that took me 6 years to fix.

We both arrived on Okinawa Island 24 hours a part, we shared a name and a birthday ( naturally my dumb ass was like OMG SOULMATE- after i stopped hating her). when i first met her, i hated her. I knew she was two-faced and i said so to her face. Few drunken weekends set that unfortunate Trauma bond in place. 

I felt so special. She's two-faced and cruel to everyone but ME. my BPD ate that shit up. she even told me that she thought i was the category of “bimbo friend” until she got to know me.....and i actually took that as a compliment and mentally lorded it over her bimbo friends. it was a disaster.                           love-bomb, cruelty, rinse, repeat.

We were just friends at first, she thought she was straight, and i thought i was a girl- neither are true. We kissed once in a drunken haze and it was absolutely terrible, so it really never happened again. you know justgirlythings. 

I was quite notorious (just because im built like a coke bottle and was put into the marine barracks and you know how boot lickers be) on the island because the Navy is just high-school 2.0. Mary never had my back through it all, she stayed friends with the people who started it and she ditched me all the time at her convenience . I was only on the island for 6 months, and right when i almost cut things off with Mary, i left on an expedited transfer (another tragic story for another tragic time). We stayed in contact via snapchat but honestly we didnt talk much.

Her bf was a bit of a loser and she was planning to leave him while planning their life together...look at that, another red flag that i took as a compliment because she left him for ME. fuck im so needy #narcissistchow. 

I made a joke about her living with me, and she just went full throttle with that shit. So we got an apartment together, twas the beginning of the end and i fucking KNEW IT. i felt it in my gut and i remember thinking...but she’s so mean sometimes... like whyyyyyy dont i just listen to me???? ug anyways

Right before we got the apartment she released my cat into the urban wilderness and he was GONE, presumed dead. Quinn, my beautiful fur-baby, a 13 lb maincoone, fucking HATED HER, and he only hated dicks. so yeah she got rid of him and blamed it on my husband (my life is complex okay). we were obviously not doing great and i didn't think about it too hard until later (even though he has never left the door open, like ever).

It started out so much fun! the adventures and stories that we created together were amazing. she made me feel like it would be like this forever. Bit short-lived.  she would insult, demean, and play fucked up mind games. Luckily for me she didn't get to feed of my pain the way she wanted because i don't exibxit vulnerable emotions (working on that), despite them eating away at me. 

Her toxicity mirrored the way i was treated as a child, so i did what i did as a child. i shut down. I stopped therapy because i was masking too hard for it be helpful. i stopped my medications because idk if they're working because I'm so disconnected. My ocd tendencies that i got rid of as a child came back. Im never not high on MJ (still am because i don't want to FEEL)

And you know why i stayed? because she made me feel special, and wanted, and even more so needed. She is so fucking insecure and i was a constant source of validation and love. we had conversations and conversations about how we were meant for one another and the future we would create together. We even talked about the children we would raise together. we talked about how it was weird that we didn't want to fuck each-other (she looks like an incest muppet lmao) but we were in a beautiful (toxic*) polyamorous asexual relationship.

i was def not perfect in the relationship. i would do so much petty shit (like i did as a child). she would make me feel shitty about something, so i would show off one of my many talents that also was one of her many insecurities. hell, i would fuck up her hair ON PURPOSE. She had this insanely long blue hair that ended in a short red Karen cut lmao i am such a fucking asshole lmao. no regerts

but like also lets not forget the times she literally threatened to murder me....just saying. i may have been a dick, but she DESERVED it.

She kept treating me like shit and i did the non-traditional BPD thing and started setting boundaries for myself. like when she starts being a jerk, just walk away. just leave. also make her jelly with something to feel better lol.obvi that made her MEANER. so i took her out to eat and told her that she was treating me like absolute shit and it needed to sop...she starts bawling...making up shit about how her anxiety this and that and she's not gonna stop being a cunt so shel just move out.

idk why i even tried after that lunch but like whatever. i even sold her my car at a discount price - but now she has the perma reminder lol. i tried. she kept changing the date of her leaving, she just got meaner, and what FINALLY made things click. was she started ditching me and lying about it ( i may have tested it out and made her confess to it without her knowing- she is incredibly stupid). that was the one thing. the one thing i told myself if someone does that to me again, im done. so heyyy at least i stuck to my boundary even though i almost talked myself out of it. so i simply stopped talking to her. for WEEKS. she tried to start conversation, i ended them. she insulted me and i would flip it on her. i was DONE and she knew it. so our 6 year relationship literally ended by me in person ghosting her.

Finally the lease was up and that kinda forced her stupid ass into moving, however. she like half left and half left her stuff. but she left ferret shit fucking everywhere. on the deck, in the closet, smooshed into carpet, random bits of poo strewn about the room. shes fucking Nasty. i cleaned up the ferret poops with her clothes that was left behing...and i rubbed it on EVERYTHING including her dishes. i broke a couple items (some on accident even). stole a bunch of stuff...even a dead mans gift...yeah im PETTY... but i stacked all of her shit at the enterence of the apartment.

Time for pickup! she allotted herself 1.5 hours to pack everything and go to her new apartment that is 45 plus mins away. she comes in- overly exaggerates on thanking me for stacking her shit by the entrance. i immediately ask for the keys ...says okay but then “got distracted”, we did that 3 times till she finally gave me the keys... then i told her about the ferret poo and she claimed that she was gonna clean it today...BITCH IT TOOK ME OVER 3 HOURS FOR THE POOP CLEANUP ALONE...so yeah fuck her.

later that day i hang out with my new friend, lets call her Anna, who is on Marys snapchat- while Mary was putting her stuff in storage (something she swore shed never do) she was saying how pissed she is and how horribly i am for stacking her shit at the entrance. glad to see she's as two-faced as ever.

POST BREAKUP DRAMA:

1) she tried to get rid of everything i gave her but she cant unbuy my car lmao.

2) she got stranded in Texas because she ran out of gas....even though the car tells you how many miles it has before it runs out...like i said, she incredibly stupid 

3) she tried to slither in my life by sending a pic via snap to Anna and then said “oops my finger slipped” ummm its snapchat and thats not how it works stupid ( and this is one of her go to ploys so like lol why?) it was also a pic of a boot that she gave me but its ugly so i gave it back. idk what her whole plan was but it backfire because Anna just blocked her.

4) Quinn came back <3

5) i am obsessed and cant seem to stop stalking her so now imma try just being crazy in blog form to see if my needy bpd self can CHILL. cuz ug i just want to stab her...like 37 times...in the face (it would be an improvement)

[licncourt-replies]

Ch 4 A Change of Heart

I need to remember to update my fic over here and not just on ao3

Also, Ch 5 of the Tony/Bucky version is up on ao3 here.  Ch 5 of the Steve/Tony version is in the works.  This is the final chapter that is the same in both versions before they diverge into their respective relationships.  Chapters 1-3 can be found by searching "a change of heart” on my blog

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Rhodey cut his repulsors with a flourish, metal boots clanking on the asphalt of the SHIELD landing pad.  He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, waves of anger coursing through him.  He briefly considered leaving the War Machine armor on the deck, before thinking better of it.  There wasn’t a reason in the world not to go the full nine yards to intimidate Captain fucking America.  Agents parted like water as he stomped down the hallways of the Helicarrier, face set with determination and body ready for a fight.  When he approached the conference room door, he blasted it open with a repulsor, the door bashing into the wall with a bone-rattling crash.  If he was going to be extra, he was going to be extra.  Rhodey smirked in satisfaction when the sudden noise sent Rogers straight up in the air like a scared cat.

“Jesus Christ!”  The captain collapsed back into his chair at the conference table and shot a scathing glare in Rhodey’s direction.  “The hell was that for?”  Rhodey bit back a smirk of satisfaction.

“My deepest apologies, Captain Rogers.  I may have underestimated the power of the suit.”  Steve raised an eyebrow at his response but didn’t contest it.  Rhodey prolonged their eye contact, watching giddily as the great Captain America squirmed in his seat.  “Well?”  Rogers stared at him like a deer in the headlights.

“What?” he asked, confusion written on his features.  Rhodey rose to his full height in the armor, towering over the seated man.

“You know, it’s proper etiquette to salute a superior officer.”  Steve’s eyes widened as he clamored to his feet in a shockingly uncoordinated manner, snapping a sharp salute.

“Yes, of course.  I’m sorry.  I guess I’ve gotten out of the habit with things being how they are, you know what I mean?”  The colonel narrowed his eyes.

“No, Captain, I don’t think I do.”  Rogers looked down at the floor.

“No, I don’t suppose you would.”  He glanced back up briefly before straightening out and squaring his shoulders.  “Shall we begin?”

“Yes, I believe we should.”  With a nod, Rogers gestured at the empty seat beside him.  After a moment’s hesitation, Rhodey stepped out of the suit, putting it in sentinel mode in the corner nearest to Rogers.  He didn’t miss the captain’s nervous glance in the direction of the armor.  A wave of dark glee washed over his body at his companion’s discomfort.

“So, I’m sure you’re curious as to why I’ve asked you here today, Rhodes.”  Rhodey glared harder.

“Colonel.”  The captain looked taken aback, but relented, albeit with a look of confusion at the hostility he’d been met with thus far.

“Sorry.  Colonel.”  Rhodey offered a small nod for him to continue.  “Like I was saying, I’m sure you’re wondering why I asked you here.  As much as it pains me for it to have come to this, I’ve decided that, if you’re able and willing, War Machine should take on an active role in the Avengers roster.”  Just hearing the captain say it, so casually even, sent spikes of cold rage down his spine, but he played dumb, feigning shock.

“Captain, while I’m honored by your offer, I’m also a bit confused.  With Iron Man as an active member of the team, it doesn’t seem like I’d be needed on active duty.”  Rogers at least had the decency to look apologetic.

“About that.  I don’t know how much you’re aware of the inner workings of the Avengers Initiative or the team dynamics that it entails, but it’s my professional opinion that Iron Man is not suitable to work as a member of this team any longer and should return to his previous position as a consultant.  I’m sorry, Colonel.  I know that Stark’s your friend.  I truly wanted to make this work.  I made an effort on my end, but it has to go both ways.  I’m sure you understand.”  Rhodey looked at the ground, faking contemplation.  He cast his eyes upwards shortly after, meeting the captain’s eyes.

“I understand that you’re an asshole, Captain Rogers.”  Steve’s mouth opened slightly in shock, eyes widening like a cartoon character.  

“Colonel, let’s try to keep this civil, can we?”  He stared the captain down, jaw tense and fists balled.

“No, Rogers, I don’t think we can.  Civility went out the door when you fucked with my best friend’s emotions and treated him like shit after everything he’s done for your sorry ass, so no.  I have no interest in betraying my best friend in the world, the man who is like my brother to me, by taking away the thing that gives his life meaning.  If you kick him off the team, you can figure it out yourself.  Have a nice life, Rogers.”  Before the captain could get a word in edgewise, Rhodey was in the suit and out the door, taking a flying leap off the landing strip of the helicarrier, and on his way back to the tower.  Once back in the penthouse bedroom, Rhodey sighed in sadness at the sight of his friend on the bed, shirtless and in sleep pants, head in his hands.  Sitting down quietly on the bed, Rhodey began to rub his shoulders, trying to soothe the shaking and feeling Tony lean back into his touch without hesitation.  It never failed to anger him how little affection Tony received from his teammates.  It only made it more difficult to leave on missions and tours knowing that the most important person in his life, his family for all intents and purposes, would lack a support system.  Heaven knew Tony needed it more than most.

It had taken Rhodey about two minutes of conversation on their first meeting to realize how badly Tony Stark needed love, and it never ceased to amaze him how few others saw it too.  Even Pepper had taken months to even get an inkling, but Rhodey knew.  He’d known since the second he found the small boy in his dorm room, short and slender, thick glasses sliding down his nose and hair falling in his dark doe eyes, sitting in nearly the same position he was in now.  He’d stuttered through his greeting, Walkman in one hand, duffel bag in the other, barely just shy of fourteen and completely alone.  Rhodey had been aghast nearly beside himself at the thought of such a young kid being left to fend for themselves without a second thought.  All he could think of was his wonderful, loving mama, and how she would’ve never allowed it.  Tony’d been so different then, tougher than he should have been, but still soft, softer than Rhodey could imagine.  It had made it all that much harder to watch the sweet boy from that first day grow and harden into a persona neither of them recognized.

“Hey, Tones, how’re you doing, buddy?”  He didn’t get a response, just a sad keen and a face full of silky chocolate hair as the head it was attached to made its way onto his shoulder.  “Agreed.”  A sad smile ghosted across his lips at the small huff of amusement that came from the armful of human he was in possession of.  “So I had a chat with Rogers.”  That made Tony’s head pop up from its place in the crook of his neck, face painted with fear and anticipation.  

“...And?”  Rhodey refused to make eye contact.  Tony narrowed his glare.  “Rhodes.”  Still, Rhodey avoided his gaze.  “James.  What did you say to him?”  Rhodey sighed in defeat.

“The short version?”  He could almost hear Tony’s eye roll.

“Sure.”  Rhodey flop back on the bed in an exaggerated sprawl of limbs.

“I told ‘im to go fuck himself with a baseball bat.”  He cringed at Tony’s crow of protest.  He felt a thump on his left as his friend collapsed in the same position beside him.

“You’re such a dildo.”  Rhodey swatted him in the face, ignoring the velociraptor shriek of protest.  They both laid there in companionable silence for several moments before Tony broke the silence.  “Thanks, honey bear.”  He bit back a smile, reaching over to ruffle his friend’s hair.

“Anytime, kiddo.  You know I’ve always got your back.”  Tony snuggled closer.

“Yeah, I actually do.”  Rhodey grinned for real this time, tugging the smaller man closer to him chest, half spooning.  Tony laughed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, just like he’d done for so many years, the habit comfortable between them like an inside joke, smooth and soft on the edges from years of wear.  It was old as the sun to them, and Rhodey wasn’t sure what could be better.

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Episode 1 - "You are an evil psychopath... but I kinda dig it." - Veni

STEPHENS BACK 

I love love how these tribes are split up but I’m kind of nervous about playing with people I’ve played other things with before! There was only one person I didn’t already have added and that is Daniel. I’m just going to try to stay on everyone’s good side and maybe try to get close with everyone? I think that we are going to have a strong tribe so that’s a plus! 

Israel is not in Europe

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So since this is "International" I decided to call everyone in our tribe be either their home country or town. So Clash is Richmond. Vilma is Oulu. Ginger is Israel. Allan is Scotland. I have yet to talk to Latvia but they appear as a very busy person. So it's Day 2 right now and I have just woken up. Me and Oulu stayed up 'till 6 AM last night just talking and chilling. I really like her so I hope we can make it far. I also like Richmond because that is a cool name so we established a 3-person group. Richmond insists on repeating F3 every 5 minutes which is pretty scary but I'll just disregard it for now. I am enjoying the diversity of our cast, proud to be a European seeing as the other tribes are basically just Australia and just USA. Right now I'll try to put some work into this flag I guess since nobody has taken initiative.

So its off to a relatively good start, I’ve talked with 3 other tribe members and they seem pretty cool, i got a good rapport with Tyler and Jacob especially. They also had good input into the challenge to so, yay. The other to however haven’t spoken, and we can’t blame time zones cause their like, at most an hour seperate. Be careful Sluggyg and Dylan, we lose a challenge we’ll be looking at you. I’m not gonna pm them first though, trying not to come off too needy yet, I’ll give at least some pretense of not being absolutely bonkers. 

Good lookin. Nah jk. So I have to admit I was a late bloomer in terms of speaking in the group chat and I conveniently missed the people I didn't know - Tyler, Dean. I have a history with Jacob and I know Michael from a previous community so I have hit the ground running with the idea of sticking together but nothings too solidified yet so hopefully in a bit I'll find myself in a majority! The only thing Stephen said to me so far is "heyo" and "ya I teach english", so.. 

Ok so Hi. I hate u all why am i here. Im nervous cause im out here trying not ti be the first boot and have to have my dog comfort me while i cry to sleep. Literally shaking in slides. Everyones a bit of a hoot, all male tribe! Wowee. Just going be pals with all these kiddies. Although the flag they made is literal trash, ill be nice :) 

hey boys time for my first confession that will be longer than it should be and not entertaining in the slightest so the cast reveal was interesting! i wasn’t expecting many familiar faces at all, maybe like one or two people i sort of know of. but when i saw ruthie and randy, i was honestly relieved. ruthie and i have always been good allies together in games and i love her a lot. she’s loyal and funny and smart. just overall wonderful person to play with and i’m really happy to have her here. also, seeing randy was so good too. honestly i know he has a ~rEp~ for being not the greatest, but i don’t particularly care. i feel like we’re going to get along really well in this game. the only thing that annoys me is that him talking to me at first was all like, “oh emily you’re so a good player i love you please don’t vote me out get me to merge xo” like he was purposefully inflating my ego because....... people generally think i have a big ego. and a year ago, yeah i definitely did. that’s why i lost both of my last two main season games. my ego got in the way and i got too confident, too cutthroat, too rude, too self absorbed. and so much has happened in my life, i’ve been taken down a few notches and the last thing i want is for people to think i’m a narcissist. i’ve worked on myself a lot and it’s just sad to see people treating me like this like they think it’ll guarantee me wanting to work with them. sigh. anyway, continuing with the other people: my skype app will NOT give me notifications when daniel or patrick send me messages and it’s frustrating me high key because they’ll respond two minutes after i send a message and i won’t see it for hours, even if i check the chat. new skype is ruining my social game yeah! but in general pat and daniel seem cool. only person i’m weary of is liana! i didn’t realize at first, but she’s married to chips who....... hates me LMAO! i’ve never played a game with her so here’s to hoping she doesn’t have an idea of me in her head already. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ other tribe comments: i saw vilma in a game for the first time like well over a year ago and was like i am in LOVE with her and i want to MARRY her. she’s so pretty and seems so funny and when we’re on the same tribe we WILL be best friends and if we’re not i’m THROWING HANDS!!! it has to happen. has to! i don’t think i recognizes literally anyone else? everyone is pretty much unfamiliar to me. so how i’m feeling right now: randy is really good at making flags! and confident that we’ll pull through with reward tbh. like he’s very talented. i’m gonna put together a makeshift flag too just in case it’s ugly and also to show that i’m active and here and contributing, but i doubt it’s going to be bad. and also it’s only reward! if we don’t win, i don’t mind it that much. my fear is that we end up going to tribal the first round! i don’t know how strong this tribe is in terms of challenges. i don’t know anything about liana, daniel, or patrick. i don’t remember anything about randy or ruthie when it comes to challenges either. so we’ll have to see! daniel told me he played on discord so he’s probably used to more text based challenges or flash games, which is very helpful because i’m bad at both. but from my experience, typical tumblr challenges are far different from typical discord challenges. yeah. also, randy and i shared our idol guesses and both found nothing. i went around camp -> shelter -> on top -> nothing and he went around camp -> treemail -> (uhhh something i already forgot lol) -> nothing. i’m gonna share mine with him every round as like a trust thing. idk if he’ll tell me the truth but i’ll tell him the truth! idc honestly! :p okay end of this long confession i hope you had fun reading if you read this far give me an idol clue xoxo emily (dennis remember in mongolia when i told you the exile idol was under a girl’s name) (i’m sorry) 

So the reward challenge is a flag making challenge. I hate a lot of the things, but I am taking a step back since I have been told I can be controlling in the tribe stages when it comes to challenges. So I want to see how well the tribe performs without me stepping in. 

Day one thoughs: Yes!!! A tribe full of people with similar time zones. Jacob and Sluggy are here, nice. UHC alliance has already been suggested... not sure how to feel. Talked to all other tribe members. Everyone seems nice... dont quite trust Tyler yet... seems shifty Reward challenge: Not a fan of original design. Spent a bit of time working on another design... which i had more time to make it better. Seems to be good enough, will see what tribe says. Idol search round one: nothing

me: so yeah just send me your image so I can do all the work and make the flag everyone: (by the way these confessionals will be over the top and not express my true true  feelings, i.e. I'm exaggerating everything)

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The plan is to kill people with kindness! I really don't plan on winning but i'd love to if I am able to. I just hope I stay long enough to talk to most. My two closest friends are Richmond and Oulu. Oulu is super nice and we talk often so that is cool ----------

Oh lord I am actually exuding so much time in this survivor good thing it is summer geez 

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Ginger spoiled 2 survivor seasons in the same message I am crying :(

So i finally got to talk to everyone on the tribe. Tyler seems rlly friendly and talkative which kinda draws me towards him. Stephen is more analytical and observant... Dean is just the passive, looks on and watches kinda guy. Both Stephen and Dean want to be or are writers so. One thing great about working with Stephen would be someone people target as a strategic threat instead of me - but I don't know if I'll be able to work well with him atm... 

Okay I was gonna wait until after the immunity challenge to do my first confessional but I am DYING. So Veni is making our flag (which honestly I'm not too sure about but I'm awful at art so I can't really say anything) and he asks for pictures to use in it. So I send him a picture of me sitting on a throne, which I took at a bar near me. and this bitch..... Goes "It's like ghetto Game of Thrones, I love it!" BITCH!? Ghetto? Honestly this guy needs to take it down a notch because he's trying way too hard to take control of the reward challenge and is being super bossy and I think people aren't gonna take that for much longer. 

As for the first day of this season I’m loving it so far. Loving the activity and positivity in our tribe and people here are very friendly. Already have started conversation with Clash, Vilma and Ginger. Trying to develop early relationships that will be necessary for the rest of the game. Just need to show activity in tribe chat so my tribe mates not see me as an inactive player because inactive players are usually the first one out. 

So we won the reward challenge and we get a firemaking kit, and inside there's an immunity idol clue. Jacob and Stephen both get it, and Jacob told me it was hidden at the beach. I have no clue if he is lying or not, but if he isn't it means God was right to tell me yesterday that it is at the beach. Now i just need to be the first one to search the next time around. 

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So talking with Stephen, he seems to say the word "snazzy" a lot, so I've nocknemaed 

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Oops i didn't finish...I nicknamed him "snazzy Stephen". What's Snazzy Stephen gonna call snazzy today!?

So we won the reward challenge! Great. The morale seems fairly high amongst our tribe. I've had conversations with pretty much everyone in some way. No talk of strategy or alliances have begun, from what I'm aware. I hope we win this challenge, because I feel good about this tribe. 

I mean, can I not flop this first challenge ? I feel like this tribe is a very good mix of people, chemistry is there so now we just need not to be total failures ! hehe 

After all the bonding I love this tribe, Dean is a lot more reserved than the rest of the tribe and hasn't approached me yet, but everyone else has talked. I've got a nice alliance with Michael and Sluggy, as well as some trust with Tyler and Stephen. After Michael won us the firemaking challenge I found the idol clue. Once everyone has used their firemaking advantage, I'll decide who I share the clue with. So far I have told Sluggy and then Stephen got the clue. All Giraffes Deserve Kisses.

Usually I wouldn’t mind going to the first tribal, but with 6 people all it takes is one misstep to be the target, and I don’t want to risk that. That being said if it does come down to that i think Jacob, Tyler and I will stick together, all we need is one more than that. 

looking over the whole cast, I realised I know Dani & Sluggy from other survivors that's cool

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I got 30 point something seconds like 3 times I hate fairdyne

So basically I've talking quite a bit with Emily and Randy, they're great people. Overall people are super nice, it's awesome! The Ala Mai flag winning is bullshit though what kind of judges were those? I'd have been fine with Faatasi winning, that's a nice flag, but Ala Mai's was ugly af sorry bros 

So, Emily and I are working together to try to find the idol! Which is exciting, hopefully one of us will find it. If I do I’m pretty sure I’ll tell her because it will show that I trust her?!! I talk to her and Randy the most on our tribe and I really don’t know where I stand with everyone else

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i got a big fat 0 for the team but I’m glad our tribe won! Everyone else did great.  Hopefully no one points out how weak I was in the challenge. I’m going to savannah for the night tomorrow so I’m glad not to worry about tribal council while I’m out of town! Yay for not being the first boot!

ok see I am here to win but I got ginger on my tribe!! we love us a good ol rival so yeah even though he's acting fake and said he wants work with me I can't trust him with that I have built a good connection with Veni and Vilma and hope they will stay loyal as well. I am worried about the tribal as my score was bad but lets hope for the best 

Right. So we’ve just won the immunity challenge but all the rats on my team did well so it doesn’t give us an easy target for any upcoming tribals. I got some T from Michael letting me know that both Jacob and Dean found the clue to the hidden immunity idol and they told him but not me. First off rude considering I told Jacob I’d tell him if I found it. I’m in an uncomfortable situation already on this tribe, I feel like i don’t have as strong of connections as everyone else and it’s scaring me. All I need is two friends to guarantee my safety and it’s looking like those friends will be Michael and The kid from Singapore (don’t remember his name oops). This season feels different, I usually feel powerful but Rn I feel like I’m having to push to navigate my way into relationships with people. Also some of these guys on my drive give off the arrogant and cocky vibe and I hate it. 

Only one in my tribe to win a challenge, got the r/ultrahardcore alliance, everyone knows the idol clue because Michael got looser lips than Mia Khalifa.

I *think* we're voting Emils? I mean he's been the least active and from I've been told he has not talked to people much (including me) so. I hope it goes well. Usually I am pretty calm in the survivors I play but goddamn I am paranoid. Maybe since I am enjoying myself so much so I don't want to go yet? 

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Logically I won't be voted out here, right? I've talked to basically everyone a fair bit, I did the whole flag and I got 2/2 possible points. I'm safe.. right? 

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Here is veni's power rankings of the people in my tribe: 1. Oulu 2. Tel Aviv 3. Richmond 4. Allan 5. Emils 

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So I re-read my Fairy Survivor S2 stuff I wrote pre-game and goddamn if I am not a broken record. I am basically doing the same thing this time I love it lol. I do hope the experience I got in the year and a half between those has taught me valuable lessons. 

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Tel Aviv has really high gamesense and sense of strategy. We both discussed how important it is to have that one loyal person to win. I hope he implies I am his. For me it's Oulu I think

Okay so the first round is almost over. Thankfully my tribe was able to win immunity because I am not ready for tribal that's for sure! These small tribes freak me out. But...if we do end up going to tribal I am ready because I FOUND AN IDOL! I'm a little skeptical because it was way too easy and so I'm scared everyone has an idol but we shall see. I'm really terrible at games in the beginning because I hate awkward small talk so I was definitely scared of tribal. I'm not in any alliances yet but hopefully that is because it is still early. I'm trying to prove myself an asset and I was glad I did great at that shark game. It was very challenging to play because I had my baby smashing my keyboard or mouse and closing out of the game in the middle of playing, ahhaha. 

Day 2: Won Reward challenge!! WOOT!! All that effort wasn't for naught. The /r/ultrahardcore alliance was made between Sluggy, Jacob and myself... Im not sure how I feel about this. Immunity challenge announced, Flash games while I'm at work. FUCK FLAPPY BIRD I can do this Hextris and Shark game... I will submit one of these. Fire lighting challenge, I fail at striking a light. Sluggy and Jacob tell me that Jacob has an Idol Clue, it is apparently on the beach. Continue my chats with everyone. Dean also tells me about the Idol clue, either its on the beach and people trust me or there is an alliance that is fabricating stories. Work out everyone but Tyler knows about the clue so I tell him Gained Tyler's trust End day 2 Day 3: We win Immunity, YES!!! I spent the day continuing to build relationships. Mention to Jacob the Tyler doesnt think he likes him and to win Tyler's trust Jacob told Tyler about the clue, but it seems to only further distrust as he waited so long to tell him about it. This could have made Tyler distrust me more as well... Working with Jacob could be dangerous down the line. /r/UHC needs a 4th... Dean and Tyler's names are suggested. Trash talk hosts in tribe chat all day. Im worried my chattiness may put a target on my back, will need to be careful. End Day 3 

I’m loving my tribe and our female avatar presence. Whoever is rob Mariano I kind of want to vote out though. I’m super glad we won immunity and I don’t have to try super hard to be chatty. Loving the format so far 

HI I'M VILMA AND I'M VERY EXCITED TO PLAY I also suck at making confessionals because they take a lot of effort for my Finnish speaking ass so I like to just copy bits from my host chat, be prepared Right off the bat I was confused because I didn't get cast with anyone I would've played with before. I recognized a few familiar faces but most people I have no frame of reference for. This meant I couldn't rely on riding with any pre game relationships and I had to actually socialize with people. Thank god we didn't have a one world phase this time around so I only had to keep up with five other people! Clash playing hard right off the bat I specced his season so I know he was a big moves type of guy haha I wanna make sure I'm on his good side My tribe is very active But I'm Very Scared Of The Zwooper People They tend to be crazy And I'm not about that crazy life at all I CAN'T EVEN WITH VENI WHERE DOES HE GET ALL HIS JOKES FROM I LOVE HIM Alright I think Veni and I are the only ones left awake And He is my favorite I've talked to everyone except the Latvian guy or was he Lithuanian THE BALTIC GUY Ginger and Clash both seem like people I need to be wary of Power players for sure, and good socially And according to Clash they have bad blood from previous games So I can see them targetting each other if we go to tribal And Clash already made a three way alliance between myself him and Veni Which I'm okay with, as of now Veni I definitely want to work with And I prefer staying on good terms with Clash Allan I have neutral feelings towards, only talked to him a bit so far But I stan the Europe tribe I just can't keep up with multiple convos at once so it's been super confusing Already shared my idol guesses with Veni and Clash I think I'm the only girl on my tribe Not a big fan of that fact Really wanted to play with Emily I hope we both make it to a swap so I could meet her Chatting with these people I've started to realize how much I abuse caps lock and exclamation points It's a really bad habit Should probably tone it down, everyone must be thinking I'm screaming at them constantly I'm playing so different compared to how I usually play I usually never initiate convos And try to step up as little as possible While still being friendly with everyone But now I've been very social It's weird Feels like I'm harassing everyone ... Unfortunately, we lost the first immunity challenge ... YIKES I'M GOING TO BE THE FIRST BOOT CALLING IT NOW HOW TF DID THEY GET 6 MILLION I think Emils might be the target Which I'm okay with since he seems to only be online a bit in the evenings Everyone knows I hate losing challenges so I want active people He seems really nice though, but seems like everyone has talked to him the least Clash told me that him and Ginger have decided to leave their past behind so I guess they're not going to target each other just yet I'm glad he's telling me this though it makes me trust him a bit more But I'll still keep my eye on both of them _ Ok hi I'm checking in about an hour before tribal and as far as I know Emils should be going home tonight. It's been super quiet around camp though and it makes me feel paranoid, but I hope it'll be an easy first vote. Veni wants me to make a chat with him and Ginger so we could solidify we make it through next round if we end up having to go to tribal again. My issue is I think Clash and Ginger are closer than they seem and I'm scared if we made a chat without Clash and he found out about it he could become angry. That's why i'd rather it to be a four-way chat between me, Veni, Clash and Ginger but we shall see what happens in the next few hours I guess.

Okay that went perfectly. Ngl when Ginger was like "someone doesn't know it's them tonight" I FREAKED. Then my name gets written down at tribal and I was like ????. I mean luckily it wasn't me but god that was scary. I really hope we win this next immunity I can't deal with that stress rn lmao. I also have no clue who I'd vote out. Also in other news, Chase is cute af! I'm gonna be so embarrassed when he leaves and is able to read this but it's true. I definitely wanna keep him around for a bit lmao. 

jesus christ ginger you are an evil psychopath.. but I kinda dig it

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also I am mostly done with location based names.. for now