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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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An Offer

Warnings: coercion, threats, slightly blackmail-ish, intimidation, entrapment, implied noncon

This is dark!(lumberjack/nomad) Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Steve makes you an offer you can’t refuse.

Based on this drabble request:

Nomad Steve Rogers + “You'll never find anyone better than me.” + Lumberjack AU + Smashed and broken dreams of a good career forces reader back home. With a degree in her hand but no real chance of finding a good job reader has to accept any job she finds and Steve isn’t making it easy cause he wants her so he sabotages any job opportunity to make her depended on him. This really hits home 😭. Sorry 😭.

When you sat in your college lectures, you never expected to end up there. Never expected to be carrying armfuls of wood to a large stack, splinters catching in your gloves as each piece clacked between the noise of the logs being split. You didn’t expect to be working for pennies, busting your ass for hours, just to pay for the room above the liquor store in your hometown.

You didn’t expect any of it. It was a surreal nightmare. It was as if that purgatory could never let you go. The small town’s always claimed what was theirs. Blood grown of that soil could not venture far before the roots dragged them back, a constricting coil around the throat.

Another log split, almost exploding as the two halves fell on either side of the stump. Steve took one and chopped it again, then the other. Perfect quarters for you to pile in your arms and add to the mounting stack. Your sweat soaked the flannel coat, the same kind your father wore when you were a child, the same that everyone in town seemed to have somewhere in their closets.

Steve rested the head of the axe on the stump and leaned on it as he watched you.

“Think that’ll do,” he said as you heard him scratch his beard, “supposed to be a mild winter.”

“Mild? Around here? You know that just means the snow stops at the knee, right?”

You carried the last of the wood to the pile and laid it out in the niches perfectly. It was like a Tetris game, every piece had its place. You clapped off your gloves and looked back at Steve as he shook out his jacket and pulled it back on. Even as his work left him sweaty, you didn’t know how he could stand to take it off and bear the bitter winds in only a tee.

“My knees are higher than yours,” he said, “think I’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh,” you put your hands on your hips and looked out at the trees, the sun setting behind them in an amber haze.

“Hey,” he interrupted your sightseeing, “how about you stay for dinner? I finally tried that chili recipe…”

“You? Cooking?” you shook your head, “so that’s why I’m out here lugging wood.”

“Is that yes?”

“Do you have pepto?” you joked, “sure, guess I could. Save me the trouble of opening a can at home.”

You followed him inside as he held the door for you. You shoved your gloves in your flannel pocket and hung it as you wiggled out of your boots. Usually you tidied and did the household chores as Steve worked outside. It wasn’t much of a job but there was nothing to be had in the lifeless town. Still, even with the work you found in the city, you couldn’t afford even a closet to live in.

The house was nice, big. The country land was cheap and as Steve told it, he built the entire thing himself. It was a wooden castle with better amenities than most of the antique houses in town. He bragged about how he chose every countertop and cut down every leg of every chair and sanded and polished the thick table over a willowy fall.

But you wondered how he ended up there. He wasn’t from the town and his accent was not of the nearby metropolis. He must be from far away. You could see it was an escape from the life he didn’t talk about.

You sat at the table as he clinked around in the kitchen. He came out with two red bowls and set one before you as he sat at the corner near you. He handed you a spoon with a wooden handle and you twirled it as you watched the chili steam.

“Did you make these too?” you asked.

“Ha,” he said dryly and stirred his bowl.

“Well…” you shrugged and looked around.

He smiled at you and leaned his head back until his neck cracked. He let his spoon rest and rubbed his jaw. It twitched and he looked out the big bay windows of the dining room, the ridged bark and overgrown grass staring back.

“I…” he shifted and leaned on the arm of the chair, “I slipped your pay in your jacket.”

“Oh, thanks,” you were embarrassed to talk about money. He knew how little you made even if he did pay you generously for the work you did.

“But… I did want to talk about it, er, about…” he sighed and rested his chin in his hand as he traced his lower lip in thought. He sat up and cleared his throat, “we get along, don’t we?”

“Sure,” you blew on a spoonful and tasted the chili. It was spicy but not bad.

“I know how hard it’s been, Maggie, Lester, Jeff… tough break.”

You swallowed and sat back. You frowned. “How did you…” your resume had been turned down by almost every business owner and manager in town.

“It’s a small place, like that box you’re living in.”

“Steve--”

“I’m not saying it to embarrass you but… because I… want to…” he gripped his spoon, thought about having a bite, then let it go again, “I want to make you an offer.”

“You pay me more than you should for doing your chores,” you left your spoon in the bowl and ran your nails up and down your jeans, picking at the little metal snap by the pocket.

“That’s not--” he squared his shoulders and all humour left his face. He bit down and the vein in his head surged, “you could live here. The place is more than big enough… lonely.”

“I can’t--”

“Please, just listen,” he raised his palms, “I’m lonely and you’re in a bind. We could help each other.”

You squinted and shook your head. He took a breath and leaned forward. He reached under the table and touched your knee. He slid his hand up your thigh until it met yours and you stopped him.

“What--”

“You don’t even have to keep on cleaning or any of that,” he said quietly, “just be mine. You’ll be comfortable here. All you have to do is… be here… with me.”

“Steve,” you held onto his thick fingers, “maybe you don’t mean it that way but I’m not… not a prostitute.”

“It wouldn’t be that,” his throat constricted, “it would be convenient; practical.”

“I should go,” you shoved his hand off of you and stood, “you did a good job with the chili.”

The chair scraped behind you as you stepped out from between it and the table. Steve was fast and caught your shoulder before you could evade him.

“Go where? Do what exactly?” his voice was stern and stolid, “huh? No one in town’s gonna hire you, we both know that. And you can’t make it in the city.”

“That’s mean, Steve, I want to go,” you pouted, “let me go.”

“Why can’t you see I’m helping you?”

“You have helped me but what you’re… offering is insulting, don’t you understand?”

“It’s generous is what I’d say,” he grabbed your other arm and pulled you close as he snarled down at you, “I can give you everything you need and want, all you have to do is give me…” his eyes crawled down your body, “a little sweetness.”

“Steve--”

“You’re proud, I get it, you don’t want to admit you have no choice but what happens when Fletcher needs that room for storage or he rents it out to a higher bidder? Where do you go then? Huh, you keep handing out that resume and what has that degree got you but sorrys and no thank yous?”

“Get off--” you pushed on his chest as he squeezed your arms painfully.

“Let me tell you I will be the only yes you ever get,” he growled, “I made sure of it.”

“Wha-- I--”

“I’m not driving you back to town,” he released you, “so if you really wanna go, if your pride is worth all that, you can walk and see if you beat the wolves. Or you can stay and earn that extra bill I put in your pocket.”

“Steve, what the hell?”

“Your call,” his fingers stretched around the waist of his jeans as he flexed his chest, “reception’s shit so good luck getting a ride.”

“You can’t--”

“Let me make this easy for you. Walk and see if you make it home, stay and you’re already home.”

You searched his face. You’d never seen this side of him. You blinked and spun on your heel. Fuck him. You’d drive yourself and he could tell the police you stole his truck. You ran to the front door and snatched his keys from the hook. You bent to grab your boots but his hand on the back of your neck stopped you.

He wrenched you back and tossed you against the wall. The keys tumbled to the floor and he kicked them away, “no cheating,” he said, “you wanna go then?”

Before you could answer the high whine of a coyote cut through the air and the glass slats of the front door dimmed. You faced him and your heart beat wildly.

“Why?”

“You going?” he asked again.

“Steve--”

“Well?”

“You can’t do this,” you pleaded, “keep your money then. Just take me home.”

“No,” he marched towards you and pinned you by your neck against the wall. His hand threatened to stifle your breath as he leaned in, “go or stay?”

You batted away tears with your lashes. You turned your head as far as you could whimpered as the sky continued to darken through the marbled glass, “Steve.”

“Go or stay?” he rasped as his breath tickled your cheek.

You trembled and touched his wrist. He squeezed just a little and you gasped, “and if I get lost? If I die out there?”

His lips curved and he chuckled lightly, “you willing to take that risk?”

You watched him, looking for any crack in his veneer, looking for an ounce of the man who’d been your godsend in that desolate town. He wasn’t there. It had all been an act, a trick. He had you in his snare like any good hunter.

“What choice do I have?” you whispered.

He pressed his forehead to yours and his large nose brushed against the tip of yours, “I’m not that bad,” his other hand crept along your stomach, “you’ll see that,” he played with the ribbed cotton, “you'll never find anyone better than me.”

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1025cherrystreet · 3 years

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reasons

harry and y/n exchanging vows on their wedding day

a/n: i was listening to music and feeling real lonely tonight, so i basically just wrote everything i want to hear from someone one day :) i never know how to end stories, soz! hope y'all like it, any feedback is appreciated!!

warnings: none, just fluff <3

The white chairs are filled with their family and friends. Gemma, Michal, and Anne sit on the groom's side while Y/N's parents and brother sit on her side of the aisle in anticipation. They didn't expect to be the people who have big weddings, and it's not even that big, but everyone they know is in attendance. James Corden and his family are in the audience, Louis, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and their dates all sit to watch their friends get married. Smiles adorn everyone's faces as the couple take platform at the front while Jeff (who got ordained just for their wedding!) reads off statements of marriage.

Y/N's best friend Claude is her bridesmaid (or 'bridesman' as his boyfriend, Frankie, liked to call it) and Mitch stands next to Harry as his best man. Everyone in shades of beige and sage green as it's Y/N and Harry's favorite colors.

"Y/N you can start with your vows, now." Jeff smiles at her, gesturing with his head, signaling Claude to take her handwritten promises out of his suit jacket pocket and hand it to the bride.

She mouths a watery, thank you, to Claude before turning back to face her fiancé standing in front of her. Even on her wedding day, she gives a bashful smile to Harry before clearing her throat.

"Harry." She starts nervously, "You are my person. You look at me as if I hung the stars and I can only hope you know I feel as devoted to you as the moon. The way you shined your bright light on my life is something I will never take for granted. You are my every reason. You are my lifelong dream to go to Italy and you are the endless praises I've always craved." Her hands shake in both exhilaration and trepidation.

"You are good books on long evenings... You are flowers in the middle of spring, you're long night car rides with blaring music, and you are the smell of rain on a cool evening in June. You're the cold side of my pillow in the middle of a hot summer night... the feeling of warm sun-kissed skin from showering after a beach trip...and the split second of silence when it's raining as you drive under the overpass on the interstate... You are 'that part' of a good song and the moment it would rain at school and everyone would just stop and stare out the window," She says, stray tears rolling slowly down her face, trying to ignore the way she can feel everyone's eyes on them in that moment.

"You are a pinky promise I hold so deeply... You are laughing so hard to the point of pain and you're rediscovering bagels every five months." Y/N smiles and glances up at him from her paper just quick enough to catch his chuckle as he knuckles the trapped tears in his green eyes. The last line gaining laughs from family and friends in the crowd.

"You are all of my reasons to live, H. Both the big dreams I've had my whole life and the little things I appreciate in my day-to-day. Of all these reasons to live though, most importantly.. you are Harry. My Harry. There's not enough words in the English language to convey my love for you, but I would spend the rest of my life searching for the right ones if that meant I got to spend it with you." She pauses to look her love in the eye, Harry staring right back at her with so much adoration for the girl in front of him.

She looks back down at the papers, tears catching on the edges. "So, with that, I vow to be your person. I vow to be your every reason to live another day and every small encounter that brings you even an ounce of joy. I vow to be your best friend and your indescribable love, if that's what being your person entails. I will be anything you need and everything you want, if it means we could happily grow old together."

"I love you, Harry Styles... and I can't wait to be your wife." Y/N finally lets the tears flow freely from her eyes as she stares up at her soon-to-be husband, Harry raises his hand to gently wipe them from her face with a breathtaking smile on his lips.

Tears of his own fall down, Y/N reciprocating the loving action. The two of them smile at each other for a moment, taking each other in. Harry has never felt more loved in his life, feeling honored to even be that person to someone, let alone his girl. He takes her hand and raises it to his cherry stained lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

"That was beautiful, Y/N," Jeff whispers with a grin and turns to Harry, "Now, Harry you can now read your vows."

Harry drops her hand to retrieve the hand-written pages from his blazer pocket, quickly unfolding it and taking Y/N's hand once again. He glances at her before clearing his own throat and starting.

"Y/N, I want t'start off saying I love you. I love you so much it scares me."

"Y'have no idea what y'mean to me and what all y'have done for me. Y'keep me sane when my life tries t'drive me crazy. Y'make me feel normal when my job gets too much t'handle. You make me feel loved when it feels like everyone is out t'get me and y'make me feel like Harry when the whole world wants me t'be Harry Styles," He says, glancing up from the paper ever so often, his hands shaking in turn.

"I used t'resent being known as Harry Styles. My name became a bad taste in my mouth and sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I felt like Harry Styles always had t'be polite and put together and had no room t'make mistakes. It was exhausting trying t'be perfect all the time, I started t'lose myself... But you. You, Y/N, made me want t'become someone I wasn't ashamed of anymore. Y'showed me what it was like t'feel safe and content, and y'taught me t'never be anythin' but authentic because you said Harry Styles was just as capable at love and acceptance as Harry... You made me fall in love with myself again, and f'that I could never repay you. I love you so much that I can't even explain it, but f'your sake, I'll try, so here goes..." Y/N smiles at him with glassy eyes.

"I love how y'are so kind and loving t'everyone you meet. I love how you're a hugger from the first encounter and how y'always ask people if they are okay twice, just to make sure they know y'really care and will listen if they need it. I love how y'throw spilled salt over your shoulder and believe in the stars as some form of higher power. I love how y'decide to have a dance party two in the morning 'just cause' and sing songs at the top of your lungs f'the world t'hear. I love how y'have 86 spotify playlists because 'you need one for every memory or feeling'. I love when y'show me new music and bring me t'find a new appreciation t'my craft and others'. I love how y'look at the smallest moments in life and cherish them. I love how y'take nothing for granted and live everyday as if it's your last. I love how y'always choose t'view life for its beauty and child-like innocence, than for its deception and cruelty, first."

"I love you...Truly, Madly, Deeply," He chuckles out and Y/N laughs out loud, shaking her head at him playfully. Four loud wooo!'s sound out, the rest of their loved ones laughing at the cheeky reference. "I love everythin' about you and everythin' that has made y'who you are today...I love you, Y/N. My Y/N." He proclaims with a boyish grin.

"So, I vow t'be your husband always. I vow t'be your husband when you're angry at me f'messing up the laundry and when you're crying over not feeling enough f'people. I vow t'be your husband and love you when you get tired of rewatching The Notebook every time we have a movie night. I vow t'be there for you, even if you may not want me anymore-" She scowls and swats his arm for him even thinking that, making their guests let out a good chuckle.

"And, lastly, I vow t'be your best friend and lover 'til the day we die. You are not my Allie, you are so much better. You are my Y/N and I can't wait t'create my own movie with you."

Salty tears flow down their faces as they stare lovestruck at each other, the eyes of their family and friends all fade away and it's only the two of them in that moment. Hands intertwined, lost in each other's gaze, the only thing they comprehend is the, you may now kiss one another, that comes from Jeff's mouth.

'Awes' and coos sound from the crowd, Niall and Louis cheer the loudest, the other boys smiling at the newly-weds. Gemma and Anne are bawling their eyes out, just like Y/N's parents are. But, neither of them notice any of it as Harry wraps an arm around her waist, the other cupping her tear stained cheek and pulling her in to kiss her passionately.

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commander-krios · 3 years

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13 from the prompts for any of the Mass Effect pairings please! <3

Hey friend! Long time, no talk! Hope all is well with you. Here is some love for Jeff x Shepard. This is a reimagining of the scene on the Normandy during ME1 when you are grounded and your love interest comes to see you. Because we should've had Joker as a romance. (I need to make Aurora in game still)

13. “I’m so proud of you.”

The ship was grounded. The Council wasn't going to let them go to Ilos, wasn’t going to let them chase down Saren and the Geth. If Saren found the Conduit and activated it… there was no telling the amount of people who were going to die when Sovereign alerted the Reapers and they started purging the galaxy of organic life.

With an angry sigh, Aurora Shepard closed her eyes, leaning her head against the lockers. The cold of the metal was soothing, but it did nothing to calm the waging war of emotions within. She didn’t usually let her anger win but this wasn’t a normal situation. Everyone had turned on her: the Council, Udina. The only one willing to listen was Anderson, but he knew Aurora as well as she knew herself. Her hunches were rarely wrong.

She didn’t know how long she’d been standing there. Perhaps a few minutes… or a few hours. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to be.

“Uh, Commander?”

Aurora’s eyes opened wide, surprised to hear this particular voice not over the comm. “Joker?”

When she turned to face him, she noted that he was nervous. He had a hand on the back of his neck, his eyes on the floor between them. Her pilot was usually so confident that it was almost strange to see this side of him. She immediately feared the worst.

“Jeff? Is everything alright?”

His real name seemed to calm him. With a chuckle, he finally glanced up, eyes wrinkling at the sides when he met her gaze. “Sorry, I was thinking about how stupid the Council is going to look when we break out of here.”

“When?” Aurora asked, unable to stop her own smile from forming at his statement. “How do you propose we do that?”

“I don’t know. You’re the Commander. You come up with the plans, right? I just pull the fancy maneuvers to get us there.”

Aurora laughed as well. As bleak as the situation seemed, Jeff always found a way to bring a smile to her face. “You’ve got a point, I suppose.”

Joker moved closer, his usual confidence back. “It’s just- you know I’m here with you, no matter what. We all are.”

Aurora sighed, sliding to sit on the floor at the base of the lockers. Putting her head in her hands, she felt like her head might explode from the stress. “I know and I appreciate it, but I can’t ask you to do something that will get you court martialed… or worse.”

Joker sat beside her although it obviously took great effort. Once he was comfortable, he glanced at her, a smile on his face. “I’m so proud of you, Shepard. Everything that’s happened to get you here and you’re still the kind and diplomatic woman you’ve always been. Even with the Council, even though they don’t deserve it.” He paused for a second, his eyes focused on his hands in front of him. “They don’t deserve you.”

Aurora snorted at that. Her reaction only made Joker’s smile widen.

“What I’m trying to say is the crew isn’t going anywhere. Neither am I.” Taking his hat from the spot it rested on his head, Joker plopped it on top of hers, laughing as she squealed.

“Joker!”

“Hey, it suits you.” He flicked the brim with his finger. “Wear it for luck.”

Aurora had known Jeff for years, even before the Normandy. They had been friends during the early years of their Alliance work, keeping each other grounded through it all. If he hadn’t been brought onto the Normandy as a pilot, she doubted she would’ve accepted the XO position. This ship was nothing with Jeff.

Gently, she took his hand in hers, trying to ignore the easy way they fit together. Then she leaned her head on his shoulder, content to just sit there while they waited for news. Joker seemed to have the same thought in his mind for he laid his head against hers, quiet as they sat there, enjoying each other’s presence.

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milasartblog · 3 years

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An unexpected visit (part 4)

Gabriel sweated a lot from nervousity. It was one of the situations where he couldn’t lie because Lilith can see and feel it. Still, he made his attempt to avoid such topic.

Gabriel: I-I mean, in a cultural way. Yeah, I began to get closer to a human culture, just like Michael did.

He made an awkward proud face, but as soon as he looked at Lilith, he got nervous more. He could feel a demonic tease and curiousity at the same time. Her smirk gave it out.

Gabriel:...What? I say the tru-

Lilith: You know that angels are bad at lying, don’t you?~

Gabriel: T-That was not a lie!

Lilith: Oh, really?~ Then why are you being so nervous?~

Gabriel: I-It’s just the atmosphere here in Hell. Nothing more.

Lilith giggled at her brother’s attempt to hide the fact that he also got interested in mortals. And yet, it made her feel nervous a bit too, as she is also close with her beloved Jeff, but tried to stay cool. Meanwhile, Gabriel looked at her as sighed.

Gabriel: Nothing can be hidden from you, isn’t it?

Lilith: You know me well~ So, who is that human?

Gabriel: Wait, what?? H-How did you guess it??

Lilith: Hehe, with such changes in our lives, it’s not hard to guess so~ Plus, your reaction gave it out, as I thought and was sure that you’re not one of those who would be even slightly interested in mortals.

Gabriel: Well, who knows, maybe it’s just a beautiful and kind angel.

Lilith: True, but as far as I remember, you were not so interested in such stuff like relationship. You cared more about your duties.

Gabriel: Umm, as any angel would do?

Lilith: Hehe, not nowadays, I suppose~

Gabriel: Hey! They’re still loyal and do their job!

He made an irritated face as Lilith giggled softly. Gabriel looked at Lilith, trying to find any trick behind such questions, but he could only feel a genuine curiousity from her, maybe even...a little hope? It made him a bit concern, and yet he sighed, knowing that it was useless to deny.

Gabriel: Well...okay, yeah, true, I’m friends with one human.

Lilith: I knew it~

Gabriel: Don’t tease me! I’m still confused on how it happened!

Lilith: Maybe they were so beautiful? Well educated? Good in character?~

Gabriel: I don’t know! Maybe all of it! Or...maybe something more.

Lilith: That’s okay to feel like this~ Not all answers come at once, especially when it’s about feelings towards someone~

Gabriel: But it’s a human. We were not supposed to get that close to a human! We ALL were not supposed to be that close to them!

Lilith: And?

Gabriel: It will ruin the balance of the whole universe, the balance between our realms. It will be consumed by chaos!

He grabbed his head tightly as Lilith looked at him. She knew about the consequences of such relationship, and yet she believed in the opposite. And now it was an opportunity to prove him the opposite, even tho it was scary to do it.

Lilith: I understand how it’s important to you and to all of us. Believe me or not, but even we care about the balance and the consequences of breaking it. However, we would not be a demons if we didn’t take risks, taking all responsibility on ourselves at the same time. What I’m trying to say is....you’re not the only one.

Gabriel: Wait, what do you mean?

He looked at Lilith as could feel her tremble, coming from her hand, like she was hesitatin to say something. Or was it fear?

Lilith: I...I’m also in a relationship with a human.

These words paralyzed Gabriel completely. A great lump of words stuck in the throat as the mind tried to procceed what she said. Lilith looked at shocked Gabriel.

Lilith: It’s true, brother. I’m with human.

Gabriel:....For h-how long?

Lilith: Over two years.

Gabriel: TWO YEA-??!

His mouth got wider as got frozen. He grabbed his head even more.

Gabriel: Oh my dear Lord....We're so doomed. We're all so doomed! How could we let it out like this?? The balance is now ruined completely....

He looked down, still holding his head. For a couple of minutes there was silence in the room. Then, Lilith began to speak.

Lilith: Well, nothing so crucial happened over the past two years?

Gabriel: That doesn't mean that it won't happen later. Oh God...what do we do, what do we do?

Lilith: Hey, everything is fine, brother. Nobody is hurt and things are going well.

Gabriel: That's not the only case. Do you even realise that human is not immortal unlike us? It means that it will be hard for us to live together with them. We even have no right to give immortality to them! While they will live, knowing that we won't get old, we will not die, we will not get sick or other stuff! They will be jealous of us, beg to give them the immortality and other stuff. If we don't do it, they will go against us, which is also something we can't allow. And the worst thing is...we can't forget them.

Lilith looked at Gabriel sadly, realising that she can't tell him about Jeff's case, and yet such feelings were familiar to her too.

Lilith: Gabriel...

Gabriel: Even if we erase their memories about us, who knows when they will remember again. Ignoring them is not an option for us, as angel can't just ignore such cases like this.

Lilith: Gabriel.

Gabriel: I'm not even talking about the relationship between us and mortals. It's painful...for both of us. We can only watch how they get older and older, weaker and weaker, till one day they-

Lilith: Gabriel, listen to me!

She grabbed his shoulders tightly, looking into his panicked and slightly wet from tears eyes. Her look was way more serious than before, which made Gabriel snap out for a moment and get scared. Couple of silent minutes have passed till both of them slightly calmed down before speaking to each other.

Lilith: I know all of this stuff. I understand all of these risks, and I understand what you're feeling now. I...I have experienced it myself. I was also like you, but...at that moment, I knew that my feelings towards my mortal are real, despite being a demon. For the first time tho I went under cover, and yet it didn't take much time for them to realise who I was. But guess what?

Gabriel: W...What?

Lilith: They didn't run away, they didn't have bad intentions. They had the same feelings I had for them, which made me incredibly happy. I was worried that they will not accept my nature, but they did. And these two years have prooved to me and to my beloved that despite their mortality and our immortality, we can still be happy and love each other, dealing with so many difficulties and barriers on our way.

Gabriel:....Really?

She nodded slightly, trying to smile.

Lilith: And I can assure you that nothing chaotic happened in the world. Well, besides some demonic stuff we usually do~

Gabriel was speechless again, but also in a thought. He felt that what Lilith said was true. He knew that to her dearest people and siblings she can be honest, at least partially as she is a demon now. And yet, Gabriel still couldn't believe that he was not the only one dealing with mortal relationship, not to mention for such long time. Moreover, judging by her words their relationship is going....well? Even too well? Different thoughts occupied him. The minutes of silence felt like hours. Who will break the ice?

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And that's another part for the story^^ Things are getting interested and tense XD Will Gabriel still keep being stubborn about his view on changes?

Lilith belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

Gabriel belongs to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

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Welllp These Are Books: the February 2021 Edition

Most of my last month was spent on deadline and waiting for people to respond to my emails, which meant I did not have the time (or energy) to write much of anything, but had plenty of time to read, quite frankly, an absurd number of books. Some of which were very good, some of which were very cheesy, and some of which I have now told multiple people was quite possibly the worst book I have ever read. As always, though, what are my opinions if I am not sharing them with the internet? Ridiculous headlines, links, and those aforementioned opinions under the cut. As always, part two, feel free to send me any and all recommendations. It cannot possibly be worse than this one book. Seriously, you’ll understand in a second.

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Quite Possibly the First Book I’ve Gone Out of My Way to Buy On Release Day Since Breaking Dawn, Which Says a lot About Me. As a Person.

A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas

Nesta Archeron has always been prickly-proud, swift to anger, and slow to forgive. And ever since being forced into the Cauldron and becoming High Fae against her will, she's struggled to find a place for herself within the strange, deadly world she inhabits. Worse, she can't seem to move past the horrors of the war with Hybern and all she lost in it.

The one person who ignites her temper more than any other is Cassian, the battle-scarred warrior whose position in Rhysand and Feyre's Night Court keeps him constantly in Nesta's orbit. But her temper isn't the only thing Cassian ignites. The fire between them is undeniable, and only burns hotter as they are forced into close quarters with each other.

Meanwhile, the treacherous human queens who returned to the Continent during the last war have forged a dangerous new alliance, threatening the fragile peace that has settled over the realms. And the key to halting them might very well rely on Cassian and Nesta facing their haunting pasts.

Against the sweeping backdrop of a world seared by war and plagued with uncertainty, Nesta and Cassian battle monsters from within and without as they search for acceptance-and healing-in each other's arms.

I’m not kidding when I tell you that I was counting the days until this came out. I was kind of indifferent to Nesta after the original ACOTAR books, but intrigued enough that I was like, I need to read this, and then I did read this and now I care quite a lot about Nesta. And how in love with Cassian she is. And vice versa. Because, let’s be honest, dude is in l o v e. There were some parts of the story I was not super into — namely, Ferye having to die in childbirth. Like, you’re telling me Cassian could have his guts hanging out at one point and we don’t know how to do a c-section? Nah, that ain’t it. Also, pregnancy as a storyline is not always my favorite thing, but more on that in a second. Also, also, here’s a bunch more words about ACOSF.

A “Huh, So That Happened” Sort of Ending. Which Was Disappointing.

A Vow So Bold and Deadly by Brigid Kemmerer

Emberfall is crumbling fast, torn between those who believe Rhen is the rightful prince and those who are eager to begin a new era under Grey, the true heir. Grey has agreed to wait two months before attacking Emberfall, and in that time, Rhen has turned away from everyone--even Harper, as she desperately tries to help him find a path to peace.

Fight the battle, save the kingdom. Meanwhile, Lia Mara struggles to rule Syhl Shallow with a gentler hand than her mother. But after enjoying decades of peace once magic was driven out of their lands, some of her subjects are angry Lia Mara has an enchanted prince and a magical scraver by her side. As Grey's deadline draws nearer, Lia Mara questions if she can be the queen her country needs.

As the two kingdoms come closer to conflict, loyalties are tested, love is threatened, and an old enemy resurfaces who could destroy them all, in this stunning conclusion to bestselling author Brigid Kemmerer's Cursebreaker series.

I loved the first book in this series. Absolutely adored it. So much so that I pretty quickly got the second one and read it. Enjoyed that on its own, but like I said in that one ask, I’m fairly certain A Curse So Dark and Lonely could have very easily been a standalone story. Should have been a standalone story? There was just SO MUCH going on here, and not nearly enough of it was resolved. Plot points just hung by the end of the trilogy, I was not ever entirely convinced Rhen and Harper were actually in love, let alone liked each other, and I thought Rhen got the very short end of an exceptionally cracked stick by the time the whole story wrapped up. Really, I think this tried to do too much in not enough time and there should probably be another book. Also Lia Mara getting pregnant was dumb. There I said it.

Free Books On Amazon Unlimited That Were Better Than Expected, But Also Read Like Fic

The Bargainer Series by Laura Thalassa

Everyone knows that if you need a favor, you go to the Bargainer to make it happen. He’s a man who can get you anything you want … at a price. And everyone knows that sooner or later he always collects.

Callypso Lillis is a siren with a very big problem, one that stretches up her arm and far into her past. For the last seven years she’s been collecting a bracelet of black beads up her wrist, magical IOUs for favors she’s received. Only death or repayment will fulfill the obligations. Only then will the beads disappear.

But for one of his clients, he’s never asked for repayment. Not until now. When Callie finds the fae king of the night in her room, a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eye, she knows things are about to change. At first it’s just a chaste kiss—a single bead’s worth—and a promise for more.

For the Bargainer, it’s more than just a matter of rekindling an old romance. Something is happening in the Otherworld. Fae warriors are going missing one by one. Only the women are returned, each in a glass casket, a child clutched to their breast. And then there are the whispers among the slaves, whispers of an evil that’s been awoken.

If the Bargainer has any hope to save his people, he’ll need the help of the siren he spurned long ago. Only, his foe has a taste for exotic creatures, and Callie just happens to be one.

No one is going to be able to convince me this wasn’t ACOTAR fan fic. I don’t care about timing or dates, or whatever. The similarities just...did not stop. In all three books, even. There were three books in this series, by the way. Most of which I really enjoyed. I read them all in like four days of email waiting, so they must have been doing something right. Des was a good love interest and I really liked the flashbacks in the first book. Also Callie didn’t super annoy me. That being said, whoever edited this book. Oof. Some of the prose was so goddamn cringe, I literally lol’ed. Right out loud. Every now and then it was like we had to be reminded that Des was a BAD GUY ™ but it felt very Edward “I’m a killer, Bella” Cullen, and Callie’s internal monologue was occasionally hysterical. Not in a good way. Also Temper was the worst. She was so annoying. Every time she talked, I was like, oh, her again. The first book was the best one.

HITTING ALL MY ROM COM BOXES! BASEBALL! ROMANCE! PINING! ONLY VAGUELY UNCOMFORTABLE WHEN THEY HAD SEX IN THE PORT JEFF DUGOUT BECAUSE I’VE BEEN IN THE PORT JEFF DUGOUT.

Fix Her Up by Tessa Bailey

Georgette Castle’s family runs the best home renovation business in town, but she picked balloons instead of blueprints and they haven’t taken her seriously since. Frankly, she’s over it. Georgie loves planning children’s birthday parties and making people laugh, just not at her own expense. She’s determined to fix herself up into a Woman of the World... whatever that means.

Phase one: new framework for her business (a website from this decade, perhaps?)

Phase two: a gut-reno on her wardrobe (fyi, leggings are pants.)

Phase three: updates to her exterior (do people still wax?)

Phase four: put herself on the market (and stop crushing on Travis Ford!)

Travis Ford was major league baseball’s hottest rookie when an injury ended his career. Now he’s flipping houses to keep busy and trying to forget his glory days. But he can’t even cross the street without someone recapping his greatest hits. Or making a joke about his… bat. And then there's Georgie, his best friend’s sister, who is not a kid anymore. When she proposes a wild scheme—that they pretend to date, to shock her family and help him land a new job—he agrees. What’s the harm? It’s not like it’s real. But the girl Travis used to tease is now a funny, full-of-life woman and there’s nothing fake about how much he wants her...

Living her best life means facing the truth: Georgie hasn’t been on a date since, well, ever. Nobody’s asking the town clown out for a night of hot sex, that’s for sure. Maybe if people think she’s having a steamy love affair, they’ll acknowledge she’s not just the “little sister” who paints faces for a living. And who better to help demolish that image than the resident sports star and tabloid favorite.

Legit, I saw the description for this and I was like—did I write this? Kind of. (Shameless plug to read my own rom com, it also has baseball and pining) It didn’t matter, I loved it. Seriously, it hit all my rom com boxes: childhood friends, best friend’s sister, coming back home under duress, FAKE DATING and, let’s be honest, I am not immune to the use of “baby girl” as an endearment. Every time Travis called Georgie “baby girl” I was like, oh, ok, this is cool. It was cool! I only have two quips. One, that the fake dating didn’t last a little longer. The pacing of the story felt very quick, but that’s also this genre’s style. So I kind of get it. And two, that it happened in Port Jefferson, which is a town in Suffolk County that I have not only been to, but have spent significant time in. Meaning I could picture every single thing, knew exactly where they were and have used the exit on the Northern State Parkway that the final moments of the book took place at. The Port Jeff girls basketball team won a Long Island championship last weekend. In real life, not the book.

In Which Spinoffs Continue to be my Kryptonite. Especially Well-Written Ones

Mistletoe and Mr. Right by Sarah Morgenthaler

Lana Montgomery is everything the quirky small town of Moose Springs, Alaska can't stand: a rich socialite with dreams of changing things for the better. But Lana's determined to prove that she belongs...even if it means trading her stilettos for snow boots and tracking one of the town's hairiest Christmas mysteries: the Santa Moose, an antlered Grinch hell-bent on destroying every bit of holiday cheer (and tinsel) it can sink its teeth into.

And really...how hard could it be?

The last few years have been tough on Rick Harding, and it's not getting any easier now that his dream girl's back in town. When Lana accidentally tranquilizes him instead of the Santa Moose, it's clear she needs help, fast...and this could be his chance to finally catch her eye. It's an all-out Christmas war, but if they can nab that darn moose before it destroys the town, Rick and Lana might finally find a place where they both belong...together.

I mentioned The Tourist Attraction in my January list, and this is the second in the Moose Springs trio. And it’s so good! I wish people were all as nice to Lana as Rick was. It’s what she deserved! More small-town antics, more kissing, another moose. This one was just as cute as the original book, especially because it brought back original characters and Zoey and Graham were so goddamn adorable as a committed couple I genuinely feared for the state of my teeth.

Enjoy the View by Sarah Morgenthaler

Former Hollywood darling River Lane's acting career is tanking fast. Determined to start fresh behind the camera, she agrees to film a documentary about the picturesque small town of Moose Springs, Alaska. The assignment should have been easy, but the quirky locals want nothing to do with River. Well, too bad: River's going to make this film and prove herself, no matter what it takes.

Or what (literal) mountain she has to climb.

Easton Lockett may be a gentle giant, but he knows a thing or two about survival. If he can keep everyone in line, he should be able to get River and her crew up and down Mount Veil in one piece. Turns out that's a big if. The wildlife's wilder than usual, the camera crew's determined to wander off a cliff, and the gorgeous actress is fearless. Falling for River only makes Easton's job tougher, but there's only so long he can hold out against her brilliant smile. When bad weather strikes, putting everyone at risk, it'll take all of Easton's skill to get them back home safely...and convince River she should stay in his arms for good.

Wrapping up the Moose Springs trio, this one might have been my least favorite, but that’s not really saying much. Since I loved them all pretty equally. River and Easton’s banter was grade-A, top-notch, which is a one-way ticket to my reading-heart. Maybe part of the problem (I say problem like there really was one) was that most of the story took place on a mountain. I kind of wanted more small-town shenanigans, and updates on the condos and the state of the town and Graham being mayor. Still, this was very cute. I swooned multiple times. I’ll probably read anything Sarah Morgenthaler writes from here on out.

Seriously, What Is YA? Does Anyone Know?

The Beautiful by Renee Ahdieh

In 1872, New Orleans is a city ruled by the dead. But to seventeen-year-old Celine Rousseau, New Orleans is a safe haven after she's forced to flee her life as a dressmaker in Paris. Taken in by the sisters of the Ursuline convent in the middle of the carnival season, Celine is quickly enraptured by the vibrant city, from its music to its fancy soirées and even its danger. She becomes embroiled in the city's glitzy underworld, known as La Cour des Lions, after catching the eye of the group's enigmatic leader, Sébastien Saint Germain.

When the body of one of the girls from the convent is found in Sébastien's own lair--the second dead girl to turn up in recent weeks--Celine battles her attraction to Sébastien and suspicions about his guilt along with the shame of her own horrible secret.

After a third murder, New Orleans becomes gripped by the terror of a serial killer on the loose--one who has now set Celine in his sights. As the murderer stalks her, Celine finally takes matters into her own hands, only to find herself caught in the midst of an age-old feud between the darkest creatures of the night, where the price of forbidden love is her life.

Like I said last month, I put a hold on pretty much everything Renee Ahdieh had written in my library. And this was just as good as the last series I read. Her world building is just—chef’s kiss, gorgeous. I dream of writing this airy, magical way, that makes you feel like you’re in New Orleans. That being said, I do not know what kid is reading this because apparently this is YA and I had to read every single word to figure out what was going on. Now, I know there are two more books in the series, but this one felt like a lot of set up and I spent most of it being like...will this make sense eventually? It did, but only during a very rushed climax of final few chapters. The sequel isn’t available on Kindle at the library, and I haven’t bought it yet. So, that’s probably kind of telling.

In Which You Cannot Always Depend On Old Favorites

No Judgments by Meg Cabot

When a massive hurricane severs all power and cell service to Little Bridge Island—as well as its connection to the mainland—twenty-five-year-old Bree Beckham isn’t worried . . . at first. She’s already escaped one storm—her emotionally abusive ex—so a hurricane seems like it will be a piece of cake.

But animal-loving Bree does become alarmed when she realizes how many islanders have been cut off from their beloved pets. Now it’s up to her to save as many of Little Bridge’s cats and dogs as she can . . . but to do so, she’s going to need help—help she has no choice but to accept from her boss’s sexy nephew, Drew Hartwell, the Mermaid Café’s most notorious heartbreaker.

But when Bree starts falling for Drew, just as Little Bridge’s power is restored and her penitent ex shows up, she has to ask herself if her island fling was only a result of the stormy weather, or if it could last during clear skies too.

I love Meg Cabot. That should be stated upfront and at the very beginning because for a very long time I have claimed that being Meg Cabot was my dream job. I’ve read pretty much every book Meg Cabot has ever written and was fairly certain I’d be into these once I did read them. Only I was...not. Not really. Everything in this book happened so quickly, I felt like I was the one in the hurricane. People were kissing and then they were having sex and there was a storm and pets and then—it was over? The pacing was all over the place, I had no idea why Drew and Bree liked each other, some guy kicked a dog at one point?? It was weird. Which leads us to—

No Offense by Meg Cabot

A broken engagement only gave Molly Montgomery additional incentive to follow her dream job from the Colorado Rockies to the Florida Keys. Now, as Little Bridge Island Public Library’s head of children’s services, Molly hopes the messiest thing in her life will be her sticky-note covered desk. But fate—in the form of a newborn left in the restroom—has other ideas. So does the sheriff who comes to investigate the “abandonment”. When John Hartwell folds all six-feet-three of himself into a tiny chair and insists that whoever left the baby is a criminal, Molly begs to differ and asks what he’s doing about the Island’s real crime wave (if thefts of items from homes that have been left unlocked could be called that). Not the best of starts, but the man’s arrogance is almost as distracting as his blue eyes. Almost…

John would be pretty irritated if one of his deputies had a desk as disorderly as Molly’s. Good thing she doesn’t work for him, considering how attracted he is to her. Molly’s lilting librarian voice makes even the saltiest remarks go down sweeter, which is bad as long as she’s a witness but might be good once the case is solved—provided he hasn’t gotten on her last nerve by then. Recently divorced, John has been having trouble adjusting to single life as well as single parenthood. But something in Molly’s beautiful smile gives John hope that his old life on Little Bridge might suddenly hold new promise—if only they can get over their differences.

This isn’t a sequel SEQUEL, but another one of those “exists in the same universe,” or same town, as it were, and it was better than No Judgments. Molly and John actually had a few legitimate conversations before they started kissing. The conflict was still weird and sort of forced, this was not Meg’s usual banter (I fell like I can call her Meg at this point, y’know?) and, again, the ending just felt like it...happened. I don’t know guys, maybe I should just reread The Boy Is Back. Or that quasi Persephone-Hades series. It’s been awhile. On that one, at least. I read The Boy Is Back like six months ago.

ABSOLUTELY INFURIATING ROM COM THAT I CANNOT BELIEVE I FINISHED, SOMEONE GIVE ME A PRIZE FOR FINISHING THIS

Fight or Flight by Samantha Young

The universe is conspiring against Ava Breevort. As if flying back to Phoenix to bury a childhood friend wasn't hell enough, a cloud of volcanic ash traveling from overseas delayed her flight back home to Boston. Her last ditch attempt to salvage the trip was thwarted by an arrogant Scotsman, Caleb Scott, who steals a first class seat out from under her. Then over the course of their journey home, their antagonism somehow lands them in bed for the steamiest layover Ava's ever had. And that's all it was--until Caleb shows up on her doorstep.

When pure chance pulls Ava back into Caleb's orbit, he proposes they enjoy their physical connection while he's stranded in Boston. Ava agrees, knowing her heart's in no danger since a) she barely likes Caleb and b) his existence in her life is temporary. Not long thereafter Ava realizes she's made a terrible error because as it turns out Caleb Scott isn't quite so unlikeable after all. When his stay in Boston becomes permanent, Ava must decide whether to fight her feelings for him or give into them. But even if she does decide to risk her heart on Caleb, there is no guarantee her stubborn Scot will want to risk his heart on her...

When I tell you guys that this was the worst book I have read in recent memory, I am not kidding. Might actually be the worst book I have ever read. Bar none. And that’s saying something because one time I had to read Ender’s Game in college and that, like, physically pained me. This was awful. Awful people. Awful plot. Awful resolution. AWFUL. Where to start? Well, I’m not going to apologize for spoilers, because God help us all, do not read this book. Ava has been through so many horrible things in her life it was like someone was trying to set a record. Bad parents, cheating ex-boyfriend, dead former best friend who was former because of the cheating ex-boyfriend. Naturally, this made her a control freak because—of course, or something. And Caleb! Oh my God, fucking Caleb Scott. The dickwad. I’ve never rooted for anyone to not get the girl more. When Ava “broke up” with him (they were never really together) I might have cheered. Shitty things does not give you an excuse to be a dick, and Caleb was a dick. Seriously, he started crying about how his ex-fiance KILLED THEIR BABY and I was like—this cannot possibly be a real book. It was! With lots of abortion opinions out of FUCKING nowhere, and weird possessive behavior from, like, every dude in it. Both Ava AND her best friend (not the dead one, a different one) got assaulted at one point. I kept reading solely because I was desperate to see how they rationalized Ava and Caleb getting back together at the end and they didn’t. He showed up on her flight when her boss came up with a fake work trip so he could sit next to her on the plane. What? WHAT?? It was so dumb. So bad. I can’t believe I read it.

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Story time! The start of this story has a bit of a theme song, because i just always think of this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyGSe7… Sad and awful as it looks, this actually has a majorly happy ending! Major thank you to my friend Sumi-Sprite for collaging this for me! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Walter is 22, he goes on a very dangerous mission with Lance. While they wait for backup (which Lance is willing to accept most of the time now on account of personal growth), the duo storms a chemical lab, where the "final battle" takes place. I don't have a lot of details worked out, but long story short, they succeed in their mission (with several casualties as a result of what comes next), but fire and blow-outs in the lab lead to a very terrifying situation. The men find themselves in a space with only one oxygen mask for emergencies. Lance forces Walter to wear it, but even after being taught compromise, the latter is very stubborn. As Lance begins to lose consciousness from being stuck inhaling smoke and various chemicals, Walter takes advantage of this. He shoots him in the neck with his own tranquilizer (a familiar scene, no?), and as Lance is passing out, Walter gives him the mask instead. Lance passes out from the tranquilizer, and Walter slowly begins to suffocate until he too, is rendered unconscious. Lance wakes up in the medical bay at the H.T.U.V. Delirious but suddenly remembering the mission, he starts to panic and call out for Walter. Not a few moments later, the younger of them reveals he's in a bed right beside Lance's, groggy with an oxygen mask strapped to his face, an IV in his arm and an EKG hooked up to him, but he's smiling and reaching out for Lance. Lance takes the boy's hand firmly and says "You scared me." Walter answers with "You scared me first...!" He sleepily explains that backup came and rescued them and brought them back to the agency, where they've apparently only been for a short while. In better shape than Walter on account of the latter's sacrifice, Lance gets up and lays beside him, jokingly threatening a "quadruple fire" if he ever does something like that again. Walter very softly smiles and says "I'm not sorry." When Marcy eventually shows up to visit them after hearing the news, she finds them laying there in the bed together and jokingly asks if she's interrupting something. "Nope, just two grown men cuddling after they almost died, nothin' to see here," answers Lance in a similar tone. Marcy informs them that most of their targets were saved and are in custody (some of them being in the hospital), but a few of them died from the fire and chemical blast. Walter is sad to hear it, but accepting of it, and glad that not every life was lost. About an hour or two later, he's stable enough to be off of the oxygen and other attachments. With all the smoke and chemical inhalation, the medical staff advises giving Walter a bronchoscopy to check for potential damage to his lungs. Such a procedure often only requires conscious sedation with a numbing of the nose and throat, but when they get him to the operating room, Walter panics at the thought of being awake while having a scope down his throat; after having nearly suffocated to death just hours ago, the thought of being awake and the fear of suffocating again is too much to bear (even though he would be fine). So instead, they decide to give him a general anesthesia and put him under for the procedure. It's just safer for everyone this way. When it's over and he's beginning to wake from the anesthesia, Walter is wheeled back to his room on the bed, and is happy to see Marcy and Lance waiting for him. But anesthesia is a funny thing, and as he's wheeled in, he's singing the Disclaimer Song in a very loopy fashion. Once settled, he chooses not to finish the song. This conversation ensues: ------- "Lance: You're not gonna finish the song? Walter: *mildly sassy* Ffffhhh, youknooww... I sing...ALLLL the tiiime, anndiiiffinishh all of them, anndd it'ssfuunn, buut... Whyy issitt aalwaayys me...? Why'd's WalterrBeckkett onlyy siing??? YOUU finishth'sonng... Lance: *"well shit" face* Wow, all right then, I'll finish the song. ♫Don't try this at home, if you do, you might--♫ Ey, aren't you gonna sing? Walter: ...Mmm givinng youaheadd starrtt..." ------- He joins in eventually. There is a lot of talking about various things, and lots of Marcy and Lance laughing to themselves at the rambling and singing. Oh yes, more singing. Lots of singing. Lance records some of the rambling, including an entire conversation that begins with Walter casually asking if they'll have to "take his lungs out." After being told no, that he's perfectly fine, he says it would be hard to breathe without lungs, and then regales his company with the thought of the lungs being replaced with balloons. Specifically, the left one would be blue, and the right one would be red. Why? He doesn't know, it's not his call, apparently. At the thought of them popping if he took too deep a breath, a laughing fit on Walter's part ensues. A little while later, this conversation happens: --- "Walter: Whenn I'mmbetterr, 'm gonna drriiveyou'round in the e-tron... Lance: You wanna drive me around? Walter: Yeaaah... Ohh, waait... Imight craash... Lance: Naaahhh, i think it'd be worth the risk. You can drive the car. Walter: Buutt youuloove that carr... Lance: Yeah, well... I love you more. Walter: Hmm..... Whaat...? Lance: *softly* I said I love you, Walter." --- Lance has told him this before, but in his drugged up state, the blatant expression of love swiftly turns the tide of the mood from funny to pitiful. Walter bursts into tears and tells Lance he loves him, too. And Marcy. And Killian, and Joy, and Lovey and Jeff and Crazy Eyes, and Terrance even though he ignores him, and August (OC) and Ramsey (OC [sorta]) and Shannon (OC) and that he thinks it's mean that people nickname Joy "Joyless," all while bawling his poor eyes out. Endeared, Marcy and Lance try to calm him down. But Walter reveals that he hasn't forgotten his conversation with Lance when they first woke up in that room together. He says he's sorry for scaring Lance, that he just didn't want him to die because he "doesn't want to be alone again," but that he understands Lance has the same fear and he just couldn't win. Somewhere in the rambling mess of emotions, he mentions fear of Lance "dying like his mother." Basically, every subconscious or pushed-down negative thought and feeling he's had since the mission comes blubbering out in a heap of drunken tears and sadness. Seeing how very real his distress is, his company is quick to try and ease his mind and offer him comfort. Walter asks if Lance really is going to fire him again, to which Lance says no. He then asks if Lance is mad at him, which earns another "no." Lance says no one is mad at him, that he just needs to close his eyes and try to take a nap. After a few minutes of quietly crying to himself with his eyes closed, Walter comes to a terrifying conclusion... What if he never stops crying?! Of course, Lance almost bursts out laughing, but a death glare from Marcy forces him to keep it to himself, lest he risk further upsetting Walter. It may sound ridiculous, but for someone who's been anesthetized, every feeling is very real. Marcy comforts him, tells him no, he's not going to cry forever. It's not long before the tears slow down. They don't stop, but they slow down. [fun fact: crying is reported in 40% of patients who wake from anesthesia, be it for a presented reason or for no reason at all. Very little is known about why this occurs, though it's suspected that the stress and fear from whatever they had to be put out for manifests itself in that drugged-up state. This is referred to as "the boo-hoos."] But it's late, and Marcy must go home. She and Lance talk off to the side, and the lady gives her man a kiss to remember her by for the evening.~ After Marcy's departure, Lance decides that after everything they've been through and with how upset Walter's been, he will sleep in the bed with him. He reclines him, crawls in, and holds him tight until morning. Walter wakes up around 1 in the morning, mildly confused, but Lance tells him to go back to sleep. Happy that Lance stayed with him and choosing not to question this unexpected all-night cuddling party, he submits without a word. By morning, everything is fine, and the anesthesia has worn off. Before the lad can even put his clothes on, Lance just HAS to show him the video he took of him while he was all loopy. Walter is embarrassed and cringes through it, but also laughs at some parts. It's a happy ending. "Okay but for real, don't ever do that again." "No promises." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- This movie is something else. Lance, Walter and Killian have all experienced trauma and loss, but in different ways. Walter and Killian are the extremes; one copes with loss through love, wanting desperately to let people in and let others know they aren't alone. Killian has no way to cope, and expresses his pain through hatred and a desperate longing to make the one who hurt him feel what he's felt, and then end it all in his own death. Lance is right in the middle. He has acquaintances, he talks to people, he cares, but he holds everyone at arm's length. He pretends everything is fine, he acts cold and aloof, "too cool" for playing on a team or working with others. But really, it's a fear of letting others in, because life could take it all away again. He still bears a lot of empathy, but also exercises carelessness on criminals. He and Killian are not so different, but with Walter's help, both men learn to open up (we can see Killian's expression for redemption in his final scene in the movie, we know he was a little touched that Walter saved him. Also consider, Killian didn't know Walter survived that fall at the time). So now that they're partners and each have someone in their lives to love -- multiple people now, in fact, it means feeling desperation to keep them close. It means taking a bigger risk, it means work. After everything they've been through, no, Lance is not ashamed to hug and hold and love on his little nerdy white gay son. He's not afraid of intimacy anymore, no matter the form. He'll take what he can get, because tomorrow is never a promise. Would you die for the ones you love...?

#Spies in Disguise #Walter Beckett #Lance Sterling #Marcy Kappel #Unus Annus #kind of #i mean i meme their song all the time #disclaimer song

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greenbeany · 3 years

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You guys like charts and graphs and I'm obsessed with the thought of being accepted.

So let's talk rwby songs tier list.

Of course there's no way to add an "is a dog" category to a tier list so imma have to carry this bitch myself.

So here's each song summed up quickly.

Goat:

Fear

(I have said this multiple times but Fear hits different thinking about the finale of volume 7 or the next episode of volume 8. Fear has somehow capitalised on my... fear...)

From shadows

(I used to hate this. Then I listened to that guitar riff)

This life is mine

(Weiss is fucking metal.)

S tier:

Path of isolation

(Weiss is still metal.)

Divide

(Salem is salty and beautiful and then it goes soft and then there's the screaming and I really like Salem holy shit)

Boop

(the sweetest most innocent song.)

Sacrifice

(I really like villain songs-)

Caffiene

(vague screaming noises)

Celebrate

(nothing bad ever happened. Eeeeverrrr)

Die

(villain songs can step on me)

Hero

(I WOULD DIEEEE)

Bad luck charm

(Its just Jeff screaming that's the best kind of song)

A tier:

Rising

(I love this intro. Its just so good I-)

Until the end

(*breaks down into tears*)

Red like roses part II

(If I concentrate hard enough, I can just about hear Caleb singing it in my head next to Casey and that's the only way to improve the song)

War

(the voice actor for Elm helps sing this and tbh that's the only thing saving Elm's Character)

All that matters

(I don't bumblebee very well but all that matters is sad and I'm crying and-)

All things must die

(ITS VILLAIN SONGS MAN, FEED THEM TO ME)

Dream come true

(it's boop but Pyrrha. Pyrrha doesn't boop great but it makes up for it cause she insults Weiss)

Let's just live

(good song. Why was Oscar not in the intro animation tho)

Home

(you can hear me sobbing on the other side of the Atlantic)

Indomitable

(the crying has stopped. It has been replaced with hollering and bawling)

B tier:

Gold

(sounds like a magical girl song. Penny is my favourite magical girl)

Trust love

(trust love is the catchiest song in the series prove me wrong)

This will be the day

(I set this as my alarm clock for a year. It would probably be s tier if I wasn't a sadist.)

Time to say goodbye

(oh look triple intro)

Like morning follows night

(sun you're a good himbo but Blake prefers Weiss and Yang at this point)

I'm the one

(babey villain song. Its trying it's hardest)

C tier:

I may fall

(it's in c tier because the accoustic version made it look bad)

Its my turn

(Weiss isn't as metal but I'm still here for it)

When it falls

(its uh okay I guess)

Miracle

(it's an intro but not???)

Ignite

(Yang songs get the short end of the stick tbh)

One thing

(is this even a villain song?? You're letting the team down Neo)

Cold

(I don't miss Pyrrha. I miss the fight scenes tho, rip monty :( )

All our days

(only relevant if I want to cry my eyes out)

Neon

(I like the fight. I like the OST version of this song. The lyrics just don't stick with me)

Smile

(#justiceforchameleonbaby)

D tier:

Nevermore

(it's catchy, and that's about it)

Mirror mirror part II

(Weiss is... LoFi)

This time

(I miss sun)

Red like roses part I

(doesn't hold up)

Shine

(I don't miss Pyrrha, I do miss the beacon dance)

Armed and ready

(Yang was better when she was armed)

I burn

(her songs however were not)

E tier:

Forever fall

(I don't miss Pyrrha, I miss Oscar's on screen development)

The triumph

(letting the intros down)

Mirror mirror

(why were none of the trailer songs as good as from shadows? Especially when the trailers themselves were so much better)

Touch the sky

(haha Jaune hair go brrrr)

Wings

(it's too sad for a happy volume)

Big metal shoe

(tbh this slaps I just hate cordovin)

Brand new day

(a bop bop de da de dum bop)

Let's get real

(YOU MADE BOOP. YOU MADE BOOP IN VOLUME 2 AND NOW YOU GIVE ME THIS THING FOR THE KISS???)

F tier

Bmblb

(even if I shipped bmblb I wouldn't like this song I'll be honest)

Not fall in love with you

(???)

Lusus naturae

(I've never heard it I'll be honest)

Lionize

(I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU, WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU, VILLAIN SONGS.)

And that's my opinion on every single fucking rwby song.

Send an ask if you want greater detail

#(she says #knowing nobody will ask)#im sorry bmblb fans #tbh it's entirely Yang i just really don't like Yang #rwby #rwby songs

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nat-has-two-girlfriends · 11 months

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I ranted so much in the tags in my previous post I’m just going to put them here as well

like. let's be real here. Jeff is the only one acceptable to die

cause he's so so pathetically in love with shauna and honestly good for him I would be too

that he makes the ultimate sacrifice for her to be okay again

and it would just a beautiful end

but with nat?

it would be a half assessed redemption arc because of javi to die for someone else

which is all well and good but it's a shitty end to a shitty life and she does not deserve that!!!

not with everything that she has suffered and survived through! she made it out! she did amazingly well

and it would be so so tragic and devastating at the end almost as if to say that the only ending that someone like nat can have is death

and that's just so unfair

anyway l'm only a bit passionate about this I truly do love her character it means so much to me

also if they make misty kill nat that's a really fucked up version of Romeo and Juliet

can you imagine?

Misty having to kill the one person that for some reason believed in her and trusted her against the odds. and she has to sacrifice AGAIN

And there’s that theory that the wilderness acts through misty right? So misty would end up having to do the deed.

Lottie is just the thoughts behind it, and I love her and I know that she didn’t ask to be made into a god but Jesus fucking Christ she doesn’t actually have to do the nitty gritty and stab someone. (That we’ve seen so far)

Nat, who was born into absolute hell and escaped into a completely different kind of hell, doesn’t deserve that!

Hell, Van didn’t either!

And neither will Shauna, although I firmly believe that the love of her life was jackie

I mean all of them give off “I had a homoerotic friendship and then when we fell out it ruined my life” but they. Survived. They deserve respect and to be left alone

#rants #yellowjackets #misty x natalie #natalie scatorccio

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darkestwolfx · 4 years

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Legacy - Re-Review #26

We’ve made it! The end of Series 1 is here!

“This is so not good.”

Yeah, I’m with you Gordon.

Because with the end of series one here, of course, so is The Hood. You can’t have a series finale without your series villain. Wouldn’t it be disastrous if this image was how it all ended? Yeah, no thank you. Still, it has to be said that his timing has not improved - because, excuse me Hood, but you don’t interrupt a girl when she’s trying to tell her family something really important! Seriously, this family hardly ever get the time they should together and he interrupts them for a trick? I’m not even going to mention how well planned and thought out it was because I don’t want to be giving the villain credit, but damn he is intelligent.

"Next time.”

“I just hope I’m not too late.”

“Me too.”

And of course we all know that means that it will be. I also love how right from the start in ‘Ring of Fire’, Grandma has been shown to know the truth. She’s a good secret keeper.

Legacy - good title for many reasons. International Rescue was always seen and implied to be Jeff’s legacy, so it makes complete sense.

“It’s like the perfect storm of emergencies all across the globe.”

Of course it is. Because The Hood is actually a good, but ultimately bad, villain!

And look at Grandma back in the main seat and helping out.

“And I’ll take over monitor duty!”

She sounded so happy with that option.

That Island launch for Thunderbird Four though... I have been waiting to see that for a long, long time. It kind of tributes to TOS ‘Terror in New York City’ which saw the only island launch of T4. I know (now of course, but I didn’t know it then), that we will see this launch procedure a few more times, but this first instance made me so, so happy!

And that launch montage that went with it was perfection.

“Everything is RAD.”

“RAD?”

“That’s my new catch phrase..?”

“Alright then.”

But let’s all be honest, everything is not RAD, or even FAB.

No, there’s trouble ahead!

“Tracy Island has been compromised!”

Kayo realised it, which is probably the lifesaving fact of this episode, because else it might have taken Lady P some time to realise and who knows what trouble The Hood could have caused (beyond what he does get away with anyway). Seriously though, this should have been a little expected from ‘Ring of Fire’. Apparently The Hood is good at making explosive devises.

“Scott, I’m back on the Island, we have a situation.”

“You’re not the only one. I’m looking at some kind of explosive devise.”

“Me too.”

“Same here.”

“It’s all of us.”

“You were right about us being tricked, Kayo.”

“That’s not our only problem. Tracy Island has a visitor.”

“Nice view. I think I’ll take it.”

Ur... Mr Hood... You are aware that this isn’t Homes under the Hammer or Escape to the Country or anything like that right? This is Thunderbirds Are Go - which kinda means the Island isn’t on the market.

“You lured every one of us into a trap.”

“And yet only you were able to see through it.”

Yep, family, I’m calling it - and I’ll explain my thinking on it later on in the review.

“When it comes to family, I’m a man of my word.”

I’m sure he is. Well, actually I think he could be. I think that could be the one honest quote The Hood has ever given us. After all, he did save Kayo’s life in ‘Touch and Go’ and he didn’t have to.

“It’s funny how our lives took such different paths. You on a fool’s mission to save the world. And me-”

“Bent on destroying it?”

“Hardly. I want to build. Create. Sometimes that means starting with a clean slate.”

See now that is the sort of brilliant back story hints I’m also going to talk about a bit later! I really wish they’d continued to the end. And let’s just ignore The Hood’s little bit of poetry in that last line. I don’t think he realised that create and slate rhymed... If he did, maybe he’s in the wrong business.

“Execute WASP protocol Alpha.”

That’s another nice reference to TOS backstory considering Gordon worked for WASP.

“I am not amused, Kayo! What have you done?”

Turned into Queen Victoria (apparently) have you now, Hood?

Hmm... anyone see the resemblance..? Because I don’t.

“You have to trust me.”

“Trust? Would he trust you knowing the kind of secrets you’ve been keeping?”

Here we go.

“What’s he talking about.”

“She’s been working for me the whole time.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Is it? And would I be lying when I tell them I’m your Uncle?”

“Kayo, is this true?”

“Yes, it’s true. The Hood is my uncle.”

“The Hood is your uncle? The same evil mastermind responsible for us losing Dad?”

Yes and yes, Gordon. But let’s see in the end we do know about most families that blood is thicker and water, and that family can always be the one we chose, not the one we have by strict genetics.

“There’s only one question we need to be asking ourselves now. What would Dad do?”

Well your Dad knew and still kept her as part of the family so... Yeah, I think they come to the right decision channeling their Father. After all, The Hood was responsible for them losing Jeff, Kayo played no part in that.

I’d also like to say that Grandma and MAX have a pretty good apprehension plan;

“You two look hungry.”

Cue tray of burnt cookies... yeah, I’d rather them than us.

Look at this team of brother’s. They’re unstoppable at the best of times, but we actually forget about a lot of the ground work that Kayo does which is what actually allows these boys to swoop in and be the heroes.

Yes, they probably would have coped, but had they not turned up, I’m pretty sure Kayo still would have had a back-up plan to make sure The Hood didn’t get away. In fact, we should remember that the boys being able to be here to stop The Hood was essentially also part of Kayo’s (hoped) plan.

International Rescue may not be in the “bad guy chasing business” unless they’re making “exceptions”, but the fact is that Kayo, like a shadow (much like the deserved name of her Thunderbird), is always looking out for them even when we don’t necessarily see it. The fact is that her knowing The Hood as her Uncle probably made her know him better. There is a proven statistic that you are more likely to die at the hand of someone that you know. It is also proven that you are more likely to be able to survive at the hands of someone you know - because you know them well enough to either be able to predict or manipulate what they will do.

Kayo may not live with The Hood and she may not accept him as her family, but the fact is, she still knows he lives and thrives off manipulation and mind tricks, and she reflects those right back at him in getting him to think he is gaining and then blowing up Tracy Island. Throwing his own tricks right back at him... pretty successful plan I’d say.

The Hood’s face as they break apart his ship! That was well warranted though in my opinion, and really if we look back at The Hood’s history of escape attempts in TOS we should have known they’d catch up with him in TAG eventually. I mean (warning: big TOS spoilers ahead), we had;

A plane crash [into a building] (’Martian Invasion’)

Car tumbling into a river (’The Edge of Impact’)

Flooded, crashed and exploded submarine (’Desperate Intruder’)

Car falling off a crumbling cliff side (’Cry Wolf’)

Car shot at, set alight, and tumbling over a cliff (’Trapped in the Sky’)

But crucially, he always survived them all - even though I personally think the events of ‘Trapped in the Sky’ and ‘Martian Invasion’ had very slim chances of survival. On the other hand, in ‘Cry Wolf’ he got lucky to be caught on the cliff side and so not in the upturned car - which is actually highly probably in cliff side car falls, because clothes snag on rock and vine (although injuries are usually major, like internal bleeding or debris puncture wounds). But from all that Scott could see it did look highly probable that he couldn’t have survived;

“He couldn’t have stood a chance. Well I guess that’s the last crooked game you’ll ever play.” (Scott, ‘Cry Wolf’)

In fact, out of the six episodes in which The Hood was the main villain, he only made a clean getaway in ‘The Mighty Atom’ and the others - in most real life cases - would have resulted in series injury and/or death. So we should have expected his clean getaways in TAG - ‘Crosscut’, ‘Fireflash’, ‘Unplugged’, ‘Under Pressure’, ‘Touch and Go’ - would eventually come to an end.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9pq-4ojxFA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXokXzofNjs

Back when TAG first aired, it was kinda rumoured that Amazon had funded more series’, so I kinda knew The Hood would probably be back in some way, shape or form, but re-watching it again now, I can see all the clues in the animation of how The Hood takes his defeat.

For all the ‘scooby-doo’ moments of-

“Curse those stupid boys, curse their stupid father, curse International Rescue!” (’Cry Wolf’)

As a side note I could go on here about how disappointed i was with TAG’s backstory on The Hood, especially considering this implication and all the one’s they gave us prior, but I’m actually going to do that (and the rest of this) in a separate post, so keep your eyes open.

-along with a miraculous escape which they gave us in TOS, in this it’s defeat taken quietly in the end and that gave everything away; no villain of The Hood’s caliber would go quietly. Not to mention, we know he’s smart and has some serious tech, for we saw him get into a GDF jail to see Janus in ‘Chain of Command’. No cell can hold him and now we’re ready for series 2.

And to end with, this soundtrack is legendary - and not just for the CD cover - I completely recommend it!

By the way, as a complete side note, has anyone else (in the UK at least) noticed all the TV glitches lately? Little coloured lines and patches jumping across the screen or scenes pushing and then skipping ahead a couple seconds? I ask just out of pure interest!

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lightskinrry · 5 years

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I will forget you, somehow.

The one where Y/N sees Harry months later since their night together in the Hamptons and they reminisce a lot

Word Count: 3.7k

TW: angst! fluff!

A/N: Part Three of Still In Love!! I don’t know if there’s going to be more!!! All I have to say is prepare to die!!

Thank you again to my wonderful wife @belladonna-styles for reading it over!!

Read Part One here! Read Part Two here!

You were standing next to Jeff, a proud smile on his face and even a few tears in the corner of his eyes. You looked around and saw all of your friends with the same kind of look in their eyes; proud and happy. They were all dressed in their best attires; colorful suits and dresses. All of them grinning and cheering. You wondered why you couldn’t be as happy as them; after all it was a wedding.

Weddings are happy events but you just looked depressed, miserable and when you saw her walk down the aisle in her gorgeous white dress, a blissful expression on her face, the tears ran down your face; the bluest tears.

But the real moment you felt your heart break inside your chest was when he placed the ring on her finger. When he kissed her cheek and murmured in her ear. When he promised to love her forever in sickness and health, until death do them part. You thought about all the times he told you; you would be the one he’d give the ring to, the one he’d love forever.

You felt the heartache; the sadness and a surprising rage grow inside of your body. When the minister asked if anyone opposed this union, you felt a rush inside of you and your blood boiling. You stood up and walked toward them, and with pain in your voice, you said “I oppose.”

The only thing you could hear were the laughs of Harry and Rosie and everyone in the audience booing you until the minister asked you to go back to your seat.

You woke up in a cold sweat.

You’ve been dreaming about the same awful scene for days on end, since you received the call from Jeff. He told you Rosie was getting married (he didn’t mention to who… But you knew it was just courtesy not to tell you Harry was getting married.)

Apparently you were invited to the wedding. You mulled over the idea for weeks. You didn’t want to go but you couldn’t dismiss that no matter what happened between you and Harry, he still was one of your closest friends.

And perhaps, this whole wedding thing would make you forget what happened almost six months ago.

After you left the Hamptons, you could not get Harry out of your mind. All the feelings you had for him, everything; from the crave for his touch to the heartbreak of his departure, all those feelings came back. Strangely, despite being sure you moved on, it took him only one night to make you fall in love with him all over again. Maybe you weren’t in love; maybe you just needed closure. Something he never gave to you; he left early with Rosie on the fourth day without addressing a word to you.

You’ve been living your life as usual since then; going out with your friends, working and avoiding each other. Your life just went back to what it was before that night, except that you missed him so much you’d swoon every time a picture of him would randomly show up on your Instagram (not so randomly since you started following his update accounts again).

So basically the only changes you went through after your trip in the Hamptons was being in love with your ex, again; feeling heartbroken and loosing a good friend.

Indeed, you broke up with Danny. You told her about your night with Harry and how you had a hard time getting over him. She cried a lot when you told her. You apologized a thousand times and let her know that she deserved to be with someone who only thought about her, someone who loved her. And that wasn’t you, and maybe it was never you. Of course she dismissed you and asked you not to ever contact her again.

You didn’t, but oddly she did. She called you on a cold night to let you know that she forgave you and that she was glad you told her the truth. You two had a lovely chat over the phone, and your conscience was cleared.

You felt well because you never intended to hurt her and to know she forgave you made you feel good. You were happy that the two of you left on good terms.

The wedding was getting closer and you still hadn’t given an answer yet. What if you went and you messed it up like in your dreams? What if you started crying? What if everybody looked at you because you’re the ex?

After all, that meant you were going to see his family again, all of his friends, and him, in whatever amazing outfit he’d wear, you’d see him dancing tipsy on his wedding night with somebody else… It hurt just thinking about it.

But maybe that’s what you needed, maybe you needed the hurt of realizing he was over it. Maybe you needed that for you to move on.

You decided after much reflection that you’d go to the wedding reception only for the party. You wouldn’t go to the religious ceremony, just the celebration that started at 8PM. You planned on congratulating him, having a glass of champagne and leaving as soon as possible.

The wedding was in LA but you didn’t plan on staying. You tried thinking what outfit would be best for the occasion and your heart decided on a blue silk dress that was just the right amount of slutty and classy. Harry picked it and it was always one of his favorites but you convinced yourself that wasn’t the reason why you picked it.

You pondered over the idea of Harry getting married… Was that planned before the night in the Hamptons? Was that the result of the night in the Hamptons? Was he seeing Rosie back when you two were together?

That thought cut your breath off and made you nauseous. It couldn’t be.

You flew in the night of the wedding; you didn’t care about the jet lag, you knew you’d sleep on the flight back home.

When you arrived, late as usual, everybody was already dancing; probably because your flight was delayed and instead of making at 8, it was already past 11.

The room was huge; they picked a very fancy venue in Malibu, with a high ceiling and a lavish bar. You couldn’t recognize anybody in the lightning and the music. You were moving blindly, just searching for your friends.

You didn’t want to see Harry yet. And he was probably already tipsy and being all ‘lovey dovey’ with his new wife.

God, he had a wife, now. You felt a knot in your stomach and now you only wanted to go home. You turned around and walked to the door but you felt someone grabbing your arm.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” Glenne offered you a warm smile and she pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not staying long…”

“Ah Y/N! We haven’t seen you since that terrible restaurant in Manhattan! It feels like a decade!” Jeff laughed as he embraced you.

“That was last week, Jeff!” Glenne slightly slapped his arm and chuckled.

They were pretty drunk. And you had visual confirmation when you saw them kiss in the mouth. You laughed at them for a second and a waiter interrupted you by offering a glass of champagne; that you accepted straight away.

You took a sip while looking around you, searching for the newlyweds; you still wanted to congratulate them. “Damn, that’s some good champagne!” You told yourself as you made your way through the crowd. After a few glasses and talking with your friends that you found at the bar, of course, you still didn’t have a glance of the bride nor the groom. And none of your friends mentioned Harry while talking about the wedding. It all seemed so weird.

You went over to the bathroom and ran into Rosie. She was glowing; both metaphorically and literally. She was beautiful and covered in glitter; her dress was a sparkly white dress with a bustier covered in sequins and you didn’t know what to think, you just knew it wasn’t your taste but she looked wonderful.

“Congratulations! You look amazing!” You smiled at her and she grinned back.

“Thank you! I thought you wouldn’t come. After what happened I didn’t want you here, but then I thought it was impolite and I wanted to show off a little bit.”

She laughed at your face. You understood her reaction and you couldn’t help but wonder if inviting you was Harry’s idea. Where was he, by the way?

“Yeah, I understand. Sorry about that. Where is he?”

She looked confused. “Who?”

“Your husband?” You asked, letting a little nervous laugh escape from your lips.

“Oh!” She smiled widely. “He’s over there!” She pointed over the huge throne standing in the back of the room, that stayed empty for a while and where now, her husband, was sitting.

You couldn’t get yourself to look at him but your curiosity was stronger than you.

What the fuck was happening?

The man sitting in the throne was blonde, thin, in a plain black suit with a bow tie, and more importantly; he wasn’t Harry.

Your stunned expression made Rosie guffawed. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

“Yeah…” You said absentmindedly. Your brain needed time to process.

“But… I thought you and Harry were…” You needed answers now.

“I broke up with him when he told me about you two and now I’m married! That’s growth, honey!”

You looked at her flabbergasted. So Harry never married her.

“If you’re looking for him. He’s probably drunk somewhere. He came to congratulate me and then he disappeared.” She looked behind her, and then grabbed her dress to lift it up. “Anyway, I have to go.” She pointed to the bathroom door and giggled.

It wasn’t Harry’s wedding. You felt relieved. But somehow, you were still hurt. They broke up after he told her about you but he didn’t reach out. Or did he? Did you just plainly miss his calls? Did he not have your new number? Did he ask your friends?

Every possible scenario played out in your head. You rested in a corner, a glass of wine in your hand. Your eyes rummaged in the room looking for him. The music was playing and when the song finished; you lifted your head on the spot when you heard the first notes of the next one.

The Pina Colada song. Your song. You looked at the stage where the band was playing. Your jaw dropped at the sight of the man behind the microphone.

I was tired of my lady.

His voice reached your ears but your brain couldn’t comprehend the situation.

We’ve been together too long.

The people around you were either talking about the performance that clearly wasn’t planned or just ignoring and dancing. You could not fathom that he was on stage, singing this song. And he looked as tipsy as the night you met him.

Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song.

He looked at you intensely. And you saw his eyes gleam. His lips were ajar but no sound was coming out of them. He was standing awkwardly in the middle of the stage not singing, blatantly staring at you. The bassist of the band made him a sign to sing again but he just got off the stage in a hurry.

Everybody seemed confused but then the band started playing again and the original lead singer carried on with the song and people kept going with their feast.

Harry walked slowly towards you and you felt as nervous as could be. You knew this man by heart, yet it still felt like it was the first time you met him. Maybe because of the song, of the circumstances or just the stark fact that he was wearing a white suit at his ex’s wedding? Bold move you thought to yourself.

“Hey.” He smiled shyly to you.

“Hey.” You sat down on the empty seat that was behind you.

“That was a lame performance, what did you think?” He asked you, a giggle leaving his lips as he sat in the spot next to you.

“That was pretty lame, yeah.” You laughed at him. After all, he left the stage before the chorus. You could hear the song play faintly in the background of your conversation.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, his eyes just wandered randomly around the crowd.

“Yes. Kinda similar situation.” You looked at him for a second. “I thought you were getting married.”

He snickered at your comment. “You thought that?”

“Yes. Why did you think I came all the way to LA for?”

“I don’t know. You and Rosie could’ve been friends.” Both of you laughed at loud at his answer.

“Sure. She’s my best friend.” He gazed over at you. You thought about mentioning your night in the Hamptons, telling him the way you felt, asking why he didn’t reach out, how he broke up with Rosie, asking him about whatever happened in his life during the last six months? But you chose to not say a word before he did.

“Do you remember after we met at that wedding, the first thing we did together?” His eyes shifted away from you.

“Yes. We went to a Rolling Stones show and got fucking baked.”

You chortled at the memory. You always thought it was the best first date ever.

“It was fucking sick.” He smiled distantly; he looked like he was reminiscing too.

“The first time we moved in together, when you broke your leg in the stairway because you wanted to prove that you could carry the biggest box alone. That was sick too.”

You remembered how he bragged about carrying the box on his own, and dismissed you when you insisted to help him and when you climbed the stairs and left him alone at the bottom of them, you heard a high pitched scream, only to find him on the floor the box next to him and a painful look on his face. You laughed so hard that day. Especially when he got up telling you he was fine and that he just needed a kiss to make the pain go away when it turned out he had a really bad sprain.

“You jinxed me.” He laughed loudly.

“I never jinxed you!” You slapped his arm in a playful way.

“What about that Christmas we spent at my parent’s house and you took the last cookie?”

You thought about that Christmas, the first you spent at his parent’s place. You were nervous about spending the entire holiday with them but it just went blissfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You raised your eyebrows at him in fake confusion and giggled.

“C’mon Y/N… It was just after I told you I loved you for the first time.”

Your breath was cut off. You remembered that night exactly. The way he kissed you so gently, the way he whispered he was in love with you, how he made you feel so safe and loved. The way he said that he wanted all of his Christmases to be exactly like this one, with you in his arms.

“Yeah, I remember… You gave me the cookie.”

“I didn’t!” He tittered softly. A silence installed between the both of you, until a waiter offered some more champagne. You looked at each other and after a sneaky smile; you both had the same idea. You took all the glasses on the waiter’s plate and thanked him. You sipped lightly on your glass.

“Do you remember that time, in the studio when Jeff walked in on us?”

He laughed. “Hell yes, I remember. One of our most glorious nights.”

You chortled at his answer. “Most glorious to say the least.”

You reminisced the night with great fondness and arousal… The steamy glasses, the recorded screams, the way Jeff gasped at the sight of you two butt naked literally fucking in the studio.

“Do you remember the church day?”

Of course you remembered. It was when you were staying at his place in London and his parents were invited to a baptism and asked you two to come. None of you were religious but you went anyway to please Anne.

You’ve spent the day joking about everything in the Church from the paintings to the literal baby that was getting bathed in holy water. Truth was you probably needed to be bathed in holy water way more than this baby, because while the priest recited the prayers, the two of you escaped and had sex in the confessional. And when you came out of the booth, to hear the choir sing; he held you in his arms, and whispered for the first time that he wanted to marry you.

“You said you wanted to marry me.” The words left your mouth and you realized what you said only when you looked at his face; his eyebrows raised and a smirk plastered on his lips.

“I said that?” His cheeky tone made you laugh.

“Yeah. You said you wanted to make me your wife.”

“I want to make you my wife.” He held the glass of champagne to his lips, his grin never leaving them.

It was probably the alcohol talking; the both of you were quite drunk by now.

“I still love you, you know.” Now you didn’t control the words that were coming out of your mouth, they were just slipping on their own.

Before Harry could answer, you shook your glass in front of his face. “But I’ll forget you, somehow.”

He looked you in the eyes. And took your glass away from your hands, he looked much more serious than he did a few seconds earlier.

“I don’t want you to forget me.” You could hear the desolation in his voice.

You didn’t want to forget him, either.

“Why did you leave in the morning, that night in the Hamptons?”

He seemed surprised by your question and looked at the ground.

“I felt terrible.”

You felt tears gathering inside your eyes. He gave you a wretched look.

“Not about our night. It was wonderful. I felt terrible because of Rosie, because of what I did to her.”

You both looked around the crowd and giggled. “She didn’t go that bad, though.”

“I felt like the worst scumbag in the world and I owed it to her to tell her the truth, you know?”

You nodded for an answer. You understood his stand; you were in the same position.

“I’m so sorry you felt left out. I just didn’t know what to do. And then you left with Danny and everyone told me you were fine and you were still with her, so I guessed you didn’t feel the way I did.”

You stopped him in his track. “What? Who told you I was still with her?”

“Herself. She called me like a week after the Hamptons to tell me that I should not try to contact you in any way because you two were together. And she sent a message a few months later to tell me you were still with her.”

You were bewildered by what you heard. You broke up with Danny a few days after the Hamptons. And now you discovered she told Harry you were still together.

“I broke up with her, like two days after coming back.”

“I tried to reach you but I didn’t want to interfere. I didn’t want to hold you back from moving on.”

“I can’t believe that.” You were dumbfounded by the revelations Harry made. You thought about calling her and settling scores but it wasn’t necessary, you preferred to just let it go. Karma would do her better than you ever would.

“I still love you, Y/N.” He cupped your face with his hands.

“I meant it when I said I never stopped loving you.”

His thumb stroked your cheek in a gentle way. He tilted his head to the side and smiled.

“I mean… I sang the Pina Colada song for you! Out of tune!”

You giggled and he brought his face closer to yours. You know he was about to kiss you, but you didn’t want just a kiss or just another night. You needed more. You took his hands off your face, and stared into his eyes.

“I need more than words, Harry. More than a half drunk kiss. More than one night in the Hamptons. This will not erased the last two years, or the hurt from our past.”

He nodded at you and held your hand inside of his. He held it tight and brought it to his heart. A dramatic gesture that made perfect sense in the light of his alcohol consumption.

“I promise you I will give more. More love, more time, more effort. I will do anything you need me to do if that means you’re willing to try again.”

Your heart was pounding so fast that you thought it might as well jump out of your chest. That was what you needed to hear. But now you needed to see and feel the actions.

“I am willing to try again.” He beamed widely. “But I need actions, Harry, not only words.”

He gazed in your eyes for a moment.

“Well, my first action is asking you if you want to start over?”

You looked at him confused.

“I’m Harry.” He reached his hand out for you to shake it. And you understood what he meant; the wedding, the song, the white suit and his drunk ass. Everything was like your first night meeting, and it was worth the try. You smiled at him and shook his hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

He giggled before the words fell from his lips, “I’m pleased to meet you.”

You snickered before grabbing his face and kissing him. You felt him smile against your lips. You were ready to start over.

But you couldn’t act like you forgot him. You would never forget him.

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cosmitasiarts-moved · 4 years

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Wrote a fic about uuh. something? this one is still angsty but less horribly depressing I promise, it’s about Ness revisiting Magicant. on AO3 at works/21412765

After their journey to save the world, life was gradually settling down and returning to how things used to be, give or take a few friendships. Despite mostly gaining friends, getting a boost in popularity at school, and the fulfillment of saving the world as its own reward, Ness couldn’t help but feel a profound loss and unending emptiness weighing on him.

He felt so disconnected from the people in his life, he’d never experienced it before. He couldn’t even feel the presence of his close friends, let alone the sudden influx of people who suddenly decided it was cool to be friends with the psychic kid who saved the world (They totally never made him feel like dirt or anything before now, not at all.) It was overwhelming to be bombarded with all the attention, even if it was starting to die down as of late.

For the longest time, Ness was trying to figure out why he’s remained so agitated, even long after his journey ended. It’s been months, everyone else around him was able to resume their lives as usual, or maybe that was just him letting his irrational frustration impact how he perceived the state of the world and people around him.

He thought, maybe it was just a reaction to the trauma. Maybe it was losing his longtime best friend. Maybe it was the blatantly artificial friendliness of the people in town and at school. Most realistically, it was everything blended together and building up. The most irritating part to him was the fact that he’s never been impacted by anything this heavily for this long before. He should have bounced back by now! He’s supposed to be the fun, positive friend, that’s what he’s always been.

The restlessness wasn’t getting any better. The dwelling on his anger, grief, and guilt, letting the thoughts cycle viciously through his head over and over, holding the same excruciating impact each time. He still couldn’t sleep soundly half a year later, those same disordered swirls of red assaulting his mind whenever he closed his eyes. The best he could do is toss and turn until his body gets too exhausted to move. After god knows how long he spent going through that same routine in his bed, a rare night came where he was finally able to slip out of consciousness.

The world melted away around him into a dream, easing him back into the familiar ethereal country of his mind’s creation, Magicant. He had no idea why he was back, he hadn’t been back to this place since the final sanctuary. He figured it would have disappeared, or at least be out of his reach, after his initial visit. He stood on his feet, the fatigue on his physical body fortunately not ailing him here.

Taking a moment to look around, he realized the once brightly colored island full of residents and personality had deteriorated into a barren, gloomy wasteland. He couldn’t see far, as a thick fog formed throughout the area. Something was tugging him to trek deeper. He began his return to the depths of Magicant, the dead grass crunching under his socked feet. It was lonely and eerily quiet, last time he had been here he had stumbled across plenty of familiar faces, but this time he was only getting fleeting images of people in the corners of his eyes that would vanish when he tried to focus on them for too long.

As he got further, the terrain shifted to dirty slush covered ground. Ness’s pace was reduced to a creep, trudging through the deepening slush. Coupled with the area’s change, the air went cold and heavy, making breathing increasingly difficult. Despite the frigid air stinging his skin accompanied by the thoroughly unpleasant sensation of snowy, wet socks, the feeling in his body remained in tact.

Ness was forced to a halt, kneeling over to cough, straining to catch his breath. The pressure of the air around him became far too encumbering for him to continue forward without rest. He took a moment to observe his surroundings again, he couldn’t tell how long or how far he’d been walking for. The phantoms of people became rarer, though more recognizable. None of them stuck around too long, all he could do was watch the memories and recreations replay before him until they inevitably dissolved. There were some members from his baseball team hanging out together. Tracy and her friends messing around. Paula, Jeff, and Pu saying goodbye to him. Pokey-

Pokey.

He ran off as soon as Ness registered who he was. Ness sprung back to his feet in pursuit, desperately trying to reach forward as his old friend receded into the oppressive haze. Eventually the slush under him dissipated to a solid ground of deep magenta, and the dread filling his stomach grew stronger.

Something inside of him knew he wouldn’t ever be able to see his old friend again, he wouldn’t ever be able to catch him. Against his better judgement, he forced his aching legs to continue racing through the darkening fog, getting caught up in his delusional hope to just see his long lost best friend one more time.

By the time he finally reached the center of the spiral, Ness’ lungs were burning and his legs wobbled under his weight, which he now realized was feeling like much more than his real body. He collapsed before the coil growing from the center, taking time trying to accept the fact that he was never going to catch his old friend. Though the sorrow gathered and set in his throat, he couldn’t even bring himself to cry about it anymore.

He remained slouched on the ground for a while, heaving his chest. Finally, he hesitantly moved to place his hand on the coil, his vision filled with a blinding light while he felt the land fall away beneath him, plunging him into murky, violet water. A haunting, detached voice resonated faintly from the center of the sea, drawing him towards it.

I… … … … … g… … d…

He waded towards the source of the voice, the water feeling much thicker and impeding his movement much more than he remembered. The restricted pace him gave him plenty of time to ponder. This place has changed so much since his last visit, he could only imagine what he’s going to encounter at the heart of this ocean this time.

I… … … p … … y...

There were no sea monsters infesting the waters this time around. In fact, even with Ness's ever intensifying sense of unease, he hadn’t come across anything immediately dangerous.

N… t… r… … … ht…

Ness couldn’t tell how much time has passed since he got here or how far he’s traveled. Although he was fairly lucid in this dreamlike realm, the rate in which time was passing was completely indiscernible. The only way he could tell he was making any progress was the clarity of the eerie cries.

N… … … s… i… h… … ts…

He was getting close.

Ness!

At last, there was a break in the fog, revealing a weathered, broken down iteration of the statue Ness had been met with before. Ness trembled with apprehension, but readied himself in a defensive and worked his way closer to it. His first step forward, it began to crack. Another step, pieces chipped and fall away. His last step towards it and-

In that instant, the statue shattered, erupting with tendrils of darkness. They sprawled out, completely consuming the sea around Ness, engulfing his sight and chilling him to the bone. Swirls of seething crimson spilled through the void, scorching against his skin and burning his eyes. A deafening cacophony of anguished screeches and Ness's name ripping the air. The overwhelming mixture of numbing cold, searing pain, and incomprehensible white noise rendered Ness unable to move, any thoughts he could attempt to formulate being drowned out to be replaced by overlapping mixtures of his own voice and that of the creature that never ceased tormenting him.

The most vile things inside of his mind smothered Ness, up until this point it had been rotting him from the inside out, only now has it begun the inevitable process of violently tearing him to pieces. The horrid mass flooding from his own conscience was seeping through his body bit-by-bit, causing the burning sensation coursing through his veins.

Hopelessness ravaged Ness's brain while he urgently wracked his mind for solace, a way out, something, anything to save him. Every thought and feeling that had resided in his head for the past months that he repeatedly tried to shelve and push away were all caving in on him at once, he had never experienced anything like this before, tears welled in his eyes, he couldn’t deal with it all on his own.

He doesn’t have to.

In the midst of the thunderous, scarlet whirlpool threatening to shred Ness’ body to pieces, it occurred to him. “Mom…” he choked a sob out into the brutal storm, which seemingly responded by becoming more vicious. He closed his eyes against the harsh force and finally let tears stream down his face. ”... Paula… Please…” his voice was hoarse, the cyclone grew angrier. ”Jeff…” it ripped into him deeper, he had to resist the rising urge to hurl from the pain. ”Pu…” ever so slightly, Ness felt like he could see openings in the darkness overrunning his mind when he opened his eyes.

”Please… I need… I-I… I can’t…” Ness’ aching body shuddered with another sob. ”I need help! Please!” he begged as his stiff legs gave way and he landed on his knees, every inch of his body inside and out screaming at him in pain, though, it was less than before. The pitch black surroundings and red swirls were starting to give way to the purple sea he had remembered from what feels like so long ago. ”I need you guys… I can’t do this by myself...” he whimpered.

The storm continued to lash at Ness’ body, but it’s power over him was weakening. Even if he couldn’t see it, or hear it, he felt a comforting presence enveloping him, as if it were cradling him in a tender hug. “Thank you- thank you… Please stay with me…” He clung to whatever, whoever surrounded him as if his life depended on it, which, it probably does.

The poison red deluge recoiled from him furiously, surrendering to the returning color of the sea and lifting fog, falling back to the center and slowly draining away. As the last of the corruption dispelled, Ness let out a shaky sigh of relief. He closed his eyes and felt himself being pulled back into consciousness.

#earthbound #mother 2 #mother series #ness #ness earthbound #ness mother 2 #fanfic #cosmitasia writes

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king-habit · 5 years

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HOW YA DOIN’?

FEELIN’ GOOD?

FEELIN’ SASSY?

GREAT,

BECAUSE I DON’T FUCKING CARE.

I OFFER YOU A CHANCE TO CHANGE YOUR MISERABLE LIVES IN A TOURNAMENT, A CONTEST OF SORTS. YOU EITHER TAKE THIS CHANCE, OR YOU FUCK OFF LIKE THE COWARD YOU ARE.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ENTER, AND FOLLOW THESE SIMPLE RULES:

BE COMPLETELY OPEN WITH ME.

DO NOT FUCK WITH ME.

DO NOT SEEK ANY OUTSIDE HELP.

NAME:

AGE:

GENDER:

EARLIEST NIGHTMARE:

SHOE SIZE:

HAIR COLOR:

WEIGHT:

PREFERRED BLOOD TYPE:

WHAT YOU CHERISH THE MOST:

WHAT YOU HATE THE MOST:

THE TOURNAMENT WILL CONSIST OF SEVEN TRIALS. THEY WILL BE HARROWING, BUT THE BEST RABBIT WILL WIN. WHAT DO YOU SAY?

YOURS,

——— ☆ • ♧ • ♠ • ♧ • ☆ ———

⚠️OUT OF GAME‼️⚠️

Recruitment starts now! But server invites will not be given out until:

September 6th

This will give time for us to receive applications, ask you all the required questions, and set you all up. Then there will also be less quiet downtime in the server. A good chunk will join at once. Even if I reply to your PM’s, that does not guarantee an invite either. Please private message me your filled out application!!

These trials will be serious, and they will not be friendly to everyone. I expect a mature audience to come in, and rock this Roleplay. Please note that being an asshole in any sense of the term will get you kicked out really fast.

I’m not here for trolls, I’m not here for 12 year olds to cause a scene. I’m here to play HABIT to the best of my ability, and to give you guys a fucked up time. Still want to join? Here are the rules.

‼️OUT OF GAME RULES‼️

-Members must be at least 16+. I won’t be taking anyone younger. This is a mature roleplay that will have heavy themes in it, and it is not for everyone.

-Expect to die. To get hurt. To be tortured. Don’t get pissed off if you’re fucked over either. This is a game of sabotage and hurting people you care about.

-Rabbits must be 18+. It’s too weird to have a bunch of children in the Trials of Habit, not to mention fucked up shit will be happening to them. Let’s avoid that with minors, thank you.

-As said above, you must fill out that application. Upon sending it to me, you will be asked a few questions about yourself and your rabbit. It is basic information I.E: Triggers, your age, and info about your rabbit. This is to ensure everyone is treated fairly and the way they deserve.

- WE KNOW AND UNDERSTAND SCHOOL IS HERE! All trials and major events will be planned towards the weekend. There will be no penalties for missing due to school.

‼️ACCEPTED CHARACTER TYPES:‼️

-Original Characters. Obviously. They MUST be human.

-MODIFIED cannon characters, pulled from any series. If you want to play Jeff the Killer, you must Modify him back to Jefferey Woods. He can not still be a killer. If you want to be EJ, Human EJ. If you want to be Cthulhu, Human Cthulhu. Get the jist?

-Self Inserts. Be careful, you’ll have to hurt them. But if you just wanna play yourself, no right ahead.

‼️DISCLAIMER:‼️

These games are a work of pure fiction. At no point during any trial, challenge, or activity will we encourage you to harm yourself in any way. You are not your character. Any challenges asking for bodily harm are to be done with makeup and special effects ONLY

There will be a zero tolerance attitude to self harm. If you are in such a state that you feel the need to hurt yourself please contact one of the resources below. Should you threaten self harm or post pictures of real self harm in this server you will be IMMEDIATELY banned.

In the United States, the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (also sometimes known as the National Suicide Hotline) is a network of 163 crisis centers in 49 states and is a free service. This is the primary suicide hotline for the U.S. and anyone who feels they are in a crisis should call this line. According to the National Suicide

Prevention Lifeline, people have called them for help with substance abuse, economic concerns, family problems, sexual orientation, abuse, illness and even loneliness. Anyone who is in crisis for any reason is encouraged to call. The number for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is:

1-800-273-TALK (8255)

To chat online with a national suicide hotline counselor, click here: https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/chat/

See the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline website: http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

For the hearing impaired, contact the Lifeline by TTY at: 1-800-799-4889

The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is available 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

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askthiscpblog · 5 years

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Silent Night....Ghostly Night

Ben finally can get out of the mansion for once. Yes, he was still searching the internet for the dumbass Jeff who up and got himself kidnapped a few weeks ago. For now, he was hanging out in Clever Bot as he normally does when bored, curious to see who is going to come up.

Silent maneuvered as fast as she could, ducking for covering every now and then. Run. Hide. Search. Repeat. She's lost, to say the least. She had gone into the forest to rest for a minute, only wanting a place to hide. But she wandered too far and now had no clue which way to go.

Ben had eyes all over the forest, looking and watching for anything and everything. Not that he kept watching, but he did keep alarms set up. Someone entered the Domain, and that caught his attention. Now, who could this be?

"Dang it," the punk teen muttered. She clutched at her growling stomach, willing it to be quiet. It had been a while since she had eaten and she felt exhausted. Give up, it doesn't matter, you don't matter. 'No,' she thought. Silent refused to listen to them, she had to keep going.

Smiling, the ghost curious about this teen. It isn't often he finds someone else roughly his age. Okay, she wasn't anywhere near his age. She was what, 6 years younger than he is? No matter. Deciding that he's bored, he went ethereal and drifted through the mansion heading to check out this child. Even grabbed some leftover Taco Bell from the fridge. If she isn't a dick, he might be nice after toying with her.

'Keep going, keep going,' she chanted internally. Her pace had slowed down by now, her body phasing in and out of existence. 'Not again.' As she forged ahead she began to notice the number of wandering ghosts around, almost all them mutilated. "What happened here?" she whispered to herself.

"Oh, so you're a ghosty goo too?" Ben asked, finding her and materializing from behind a tree. He gave a shit eating grin, the taco bell still behind the tree from where he came out of. "Weird that you can become solid even when in the normal world. What are you, Danny Phantom or something?"

The teen turned to face the owner of the voice. 'He's not real, he is a regular ghost, ignore him,' she told herself. Yet she couldn't stop the sarcasm from spilling out.

"You're one to talk, you died cosplaying Link," she remarked, beginning to walk away.

"At least someone fucking knows who I am. Nah, no cosplay. It's a long story." he responds, giving a grin as the blood and incur flowed out of his eyes. "What about you? You seem to be an in-between. Also, you're hungry. Meaning you have to eat, unlike me."

"It's... more of a curse, I guess. The bastard who gave it to me didn't mention the other stuff, only that I'd been able to see ghosts." She frowned as her stomach growled once again. "And, yeah, I'm starving. Wouldn't happen to have any food would ya?"

"Don't know, think you can give me an idea of who did this to you?" Ben crossed his arms and floated alongside her, laying down as he drifted.

She massaged her temple. "Not sure of the name," she responded, "but I know he was some kind of demon. He mistook me for someone else because he called me Elizabeth, and that's so far off from my real name."

"Oh really now? A demon you believe? What did they look like?" he responded. Maye this girl ran into Zalgo or something, and that could give a lead to him. Would be rather interesting to figure out.

"Like a fucking bastard," she muttered. "Or I guess what a normal demon would look like. I don't know, he's red and black, a bunch of mouths and demonic red eyes."

His face turned white, whiter than his normal skin would allow him to be. His face dropped, but he recovered in record time with his normal shit-eating grin. "Alright, for that I have something for you." He reached behind the tree and pulled out the Taco Bell.

His expression didn't go unnoticed Silent, but her need to eat was stronger than her curiosity at the moment. She accepted the food with greed and gluttony, "Thanks."

Tossing it to her, Ben went back to his more relaxed style watching her chow down on the food. "No problem, it wasn't going to be eaten anyways back where I am."

"Where'd you come from anyways. I don't see ghosts like you a lot, or at all," she asked. As she ate she could feel her body become more solid. Thank God she wouldn't have to phase out again.

"Me? I've been dead for a while now, but I kinda live in a house to haunt and annoy others," he explained, floating up to a tree branch to sit down watching her eat.

"Hm, well, You're don't seem that annoying," she said, finishing up her meal. "So anyway, why'd you asked about the demon?"

"Personal reasons." Was all that he responded with, not wanting to dive into that further.

"Alright then," she shrugged. She was never one to push things. "Since you live around here, can you tell me how to get out of here?" She stood up and stretched, resisting the urge to yawn. She still felt exhausted, but now that she'd eaten she should be able to last until she finds a safer place.

"Out of here?" he asked, looking down at her and grinning. He watched as her body became physical again. Funny, doing things physical brings her back to the material world. "Go back the way you came."

"Uh, about that..." She looked down and rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't exactly... know which way I came from."

"I could show you, or I could let the big man figure out what he wants to do with you." Ben teased, thinking of contacting Slender. If this child met good old Zal, then he would want to know about it and pry into her mind.

"Well, if they're anything like the demon, I'd prefer you'd show me the way out," she reasoned. She didn't want a repeat of last time, that much is for certain.

"He isn't a demon, nothing even close. Maybe. Honestly, I have no idea what the big man is nor do I care or want to." he says, hopping down from the branch to float an inch from the ground.

"How do I know you don't want him to kill me for you, or something?" She crossed her arms and took a step back. This was insane, she's about to trust a random ghost she met to bring her to his 'boss'. But it wasn't as if she had anything better to do.

"Why would I do that? You're a kid, one in a shitty situation I must add. Now that I think about it...yeah probably not a good idea for me to take you to the boss." Ben grumbled, crossing his arms as he scrunched up his body. If he took her to Slender, he might kill her after because of her being a child.

"Well, the way I see it I have to options: One, you lead me out of here and I die or get captured by the police or some shit. Two, I meet your boss and he either kills me or keeps me for his own purposes." Now that she thought about, the ghost was right, whatever she had gotten herself into was shit. "Win-win either way, right?" She sarcastically commented.

"For that, I might as well send you to him and let him eat you alive." Ben retorted, rolling his eyes at the girl his own tone sarcastic too.

Silent stifled back her laughter. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't missed having some form of company to talk to. Most ghosts aren't very talkative. "Got any other bright ideas then, genius?"

"Don't know. Could let you wonder the forest until the end of your days. This place is very dangerous."

"Dangerous how? I mean, I know you said you live with a bunch of psychos, but there can't be that many, right?" She sat down, laying against a tree.

Ben bursts out laughing at the idea of there not being that many. "You would be surprised. Very surprised at how many idiots the boss can keep under control. Idiot Prime is gone for now, so it makes it easier I suppose."

"What happened to idiot prime?"

"Him? Got kidnapped when we got raided."

"See why you call him idiot prime then." She flashed a small smile before shrugging. "So, uh... what exactly do you want with me?"

"More than that, he truly is an idiot. Survived this long based off of sheer willpower and stubbornness alone. And what do I want? You're unique, and am wondering if a child like yourself would be useful to us."

She laughed quietly at that, shaking her head. "Useful for what? If you haven't noticed, I can't even find my way out of the forest without help."

"Deceiving others, getting information. A babysitter for the ghost kid we got."

"You're going to believe that I'm capable of that? That I won't screw up or turn against you?"

"You turn against us, we will throw you to the demon who did this to you." Ben looked over at her with a wide grin, wider than what a human should be able to do. He floated closer, the ooze out of his eyes flowing quicker as he comes to her face to face.

"Alright, alright, I get it." She made a little 'shoo' motion with her hand in an attempt to get him to back off. "So I'm guessing I got to meet your boss then?"

Ben blinked a few time, seeing her shoo him away as if it was nothing. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Nah, he will find you and know what is going on. Come on, I'll take you to the mansion."

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