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[imthebadguyyy]

Something Just Like This II

pairing - charles leclerc x reader

fandom - f1

summary - a look into your relationship

part - ii (part II) (part III )

a/n - more angst??

"everyone, I want you to meet charlotte”

never before had a single sentence made your head whirl the way it was. never before had you felt nauseous at the sight of your best friend, but that day, the wine you had drunk threatened to make an unpleasant comeback. never before had you felt your heart shatter at the sight of a person before, but you swore you heard your fragile heart shatter into a milllion unfixable pieces, as you stared at the gorgeous brunette with the sweet smile, currently greeting charles’ family.

it wasn’t just you that stood shell shocked. pascale stared openly at her son, confusion and sadness visible in her eyes, but nevertheless, the matriarch of the leclerc family greeted the young girl with a smile, kissing her on the cheek and welcoming her to the home that suddenly felt so cold to you. lorenzo stood up to, ever the kind hearted one, greeting her and offering a glass of wine to her.

arthur was the only one that sat shell shocked, mouth agape, and it wasn’t till lorenzo nudged hum gently that he stood up to greet the woman.

the smile on charles’ face made your already hurting heart ache a little more. he looked so happy, and you hated it. you felt the easy tears rising again, threatening to spill over, but you forced them back. no. you were not going to have a breakdown in front of charles and his family, and his new girlfriend. girlfriend. the word had never seemed so painful before.

but you put on your camera smile, flashing charlotte a warm smile, and giving her a small hug. “Hello, I’m y/n” you smiled softly at her, admitting to yourself that she really was a beauty. "hello, I’m charlotte, I’m a big fan!” she exclaimed, and you forced yourself to keep the smile on your face. “always a pleasure to meet the fans” you joked half heartedly, and she laughed. much to your relief, pascale, sensing your discomfort, pulled the girl into a conversation on the other side, leaving you, arthur, lorenzo and charles in her drawing room.

"so charlotte sine huh?” arthur asked, face blank of any emotion. he recognised the girl well, having grown up quite near the family. “yes, I met her the other day on my run and figured I might as well ask her out on a date” he smiled, grinning it himself at the memory. “she seems nice, n’est ce pas?” lorenzo asked, throwing you a sympathetic smile. “oui, elle est tres gentile” he affirmed, and you fought back the urge to cry once more. “mais, y/n, you didn’t tell me you would be here?” he said, pulling you in for a hug,

y/n. not cherie. that was your first thought. of course you wouldn’t be cherie anymore. no, you’d have to give up that title, you reasoned, inhaling a shaky breath.

"i wasn’t supposed to. but i met maman in the afternoon and she invited me over for dinner, and i missed you guys so i thought i might as well” you said, quite honestly. “lovely, that way I can introduce you to charlotte too, no?” he smiled, and you faked a smile once more, before politely excusing yourself.

taking deep shaky breaths, you slipped into the balcony, glass of wine still in hand, sipping on it slowly to keep you grounded, you recognised the sound of feet softly making their way to you, and before you knew it, arthur’s blue shirt came into your line of sight.

how are you holding up?” he asked, wrapping his warm around.

you let out a shaky breath, taking another sip of your wine, and throwing him a watery smile. “simply splendid, tur” you whispered, and arthur swore he felt his heart break for his older sister.

"il ne sait pas ce qu’il ressent cherie, donne lui de temps, je sais qu’il t’aime” he doesn’t know how he feels darling, give him some time, I know he loves you he said, and you let the first tear drop, feeling it roll slowly down your cheek and drip onto the railing.

“no don’t cry” arthur mumbled, feeling such sadness on your behalf. with a soft sigh, he pulled you in for a proper hug, letting you bury your face in his shirt, and balancing your wine glass on the balcony railing.

how had it come to this? this wasn’t how you expected your night to go. you had hoped at the end of it you and charles would have been the ones cuddled up on the couch, laughing and chatting with his mother.

but unfortunately, fate had different plans.

dinner was an oddly quiet affair. pascale’s delicious dinner received multiple compliments from the five of you, but there was an odd tenseness in the air. and you knew it was because of your presence, that the atmosphere was so tense.

"merci maman, pour le diner, mais, je pense qui je vais rentrer chez moi, maintenant, je suits tres fatigue” thank you mum for the dinner, but I think i will head home now, I’m very tired you said, giving the woman who had been a second mother to you all your life a tight hug. you saw your own sad smile reflected on her face, and she gave you a bowl of chocolate mousse to take home.

"leaving already?” lorenzo asked, pulling you in for a hug as well.

“oui, je suis tres fatigue, enzo” you whispered, and he dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “d'accord, bonne nuit ange” he said, and you smiled at him. arthur insisted on walking you all the way to your car, and you let him, grateful for his company.

“is he gonna be with her forever?” you asked, the childish question slipping past your lips, voicing the fears you had in your heart. you knew it was silly to ask. but you had to ask, you just had to.

"no, don't be silly ange. of course he won't. i know he's my brother and i do love him unconditionally but he is terrible at maintaining relationships. in fact he is utterly hopeless. you know why? because he isn't with the woman he truly loves" arthur stated, helping you into your car.

you just sighed, leaning up to kiss his cheek and then starting the engine. the roar of your ferrari brought a small smile to your face, and waving him goodbye, you drove out.

yes, you were distraught but no, you were not going going to let it wreck you. but even as you forced yourself to be strong, you could feel your heart cracking into a million pieces in your chest. you had felt heartbreak before but never had you felt so absolutely wrecked over someone. not just someone.

your best friend. your bestest friend in the whole wide world.

and you had never told him you loved him.

the thought brought bile rising to your throat, and you had to pull over to throw up.

finally, you stopped resisting the tears, and let yourself break down completely in the car, parked near the dock in monaco. you sobbed and sobbed and wailed, lashing out at the wheel of your ferrari, releasing all your pent up hurt.

you turned the radio up, trying to muffle out the sound of your tears. the last thing you expected was the knock on your window, that had you reaching for the pepper spray and slowly lowering the window.

"hey, you doing okay y/n? i saw your car and i heard what sounded like crying so i thought.." your eyes met lewis' sweet ones, currently displaying concern for you.

lewis hamilton leaned down, taking in your red eyes and nose.

he knew you quite well, he had seen you with charles and lorenzo and andrea very frequently around the paddock, and had even spent time with you in monaco when charles invited him for dinner.

he'd never admit it, but he had always thought you were beautiful. but a few stories from pierre suggested to him that you and charles were a thing so he never said anything to you.

but here you were, tears streaming down your face, blasting someone like you by adele on the radio and he knew something was wrong.

"oh! hey lewis. didn't think anyone would be here, i just wanted a minute" you smiled.

"i can leave if you want, just wanted to make sure everything was okay" he said, and you were touched by the sincerity in his eyes.

"im okay" you spoke softly, not trusting your voice to go above a whisper. "but i could do with some company" you admitted, chuckling.

"anytime" he smiled back at you. you opened to door to your car, letting him slide in the passenger seat.

"out on a jog were you?" you asked, driving down to your favourite icecream store (vegan of course)

"yep, i had a lot on my mind and i just wanted to run it all off y'know" he said, and you noticed the shift in his eyes and the sadness reflecting in them.

"this season's getting to you isn't it?" you whispered, and felt your heart go out to him when he nodded.

"lewis, one season doesn't define you...and you've been performing marvellously considering the car you have. im not exactly an f1 whiz but you're still the best. without a doubt" you said honestly.

lewis chuckled, and then turned to face you directly. "don't let charles hear you say that" he joked, and immediately he noticed the shift in your demeanour.

"uh yeah i won't" you mumbled, with a tight smile. "is everything okay with you two?" lewis asked, concerned.

you sighed, stopping at the store and looking determinedly out the window, trying your hardest not to cry.

"yeah it's all okay. im just a little overwhelmed right now is all" you sighed.

lewis nodded, not pushing you to tell him anything you didn't want to.

"c'mon, let's go and get some ice cream" he smiled at you, getting up to open your door.

your story

caption : late night snack 💗@lewishamilton

replies -:

@.yourbestfriend - girlie pop is that lewis hamilton you've tagged?!?!

@.arthurleclerc - icecream without me? :(

@lorenzotl- icecream with lewis?

@lewishamilton - had so much fun! definitely trying the biscoff one next time💜

@.charlesleclerc - is that our icecream spot y/n?

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sighing, you let your hand crash against the piano, wincing at the discordant notes.

this stupid melody had been playing around in your head for weeks and you couldn't put it into a proper song.

at the same time you had also decided the best thing you could do was put space between you and charles, and so, your communication had decreased significantly.

arthur still spoke to you regularly and visited you almost every week. he often brought carla along, who you adored, and who thought of you as an older sister.

he kept you updated on how everyone was doing, and you spoke to lorenzo and pascale over text when you could.

but of course it was hard to avoid your best friend when your social media feed was full of posts about him, now more often with his girlfriend, and you were having a hard time ignoring it.

letting your head drop back, you stretched, hearing your back crack like bubble wrap. the ding of the text notification from your phone made you sit up, smiling when you saw lewis' contact pop up on the screen

lewis h 💜: hey, just wanted to check in on you and make sure you're doing okay?

you : hello, I'm doing okay, thank you for asking 🫶🏼

lewis h 💜: what have you been upto?

you : just trying to figure out this melody, it's driving me insane

lewis h 💜: don't dress about it. i've heard your music and it's absolutely phenomenal. just relax, breathe, and let the music flow.

you : thank you. i can't thank you enough

lewis h 💜: anytime darling 💗 hope to see you soon?

you : ill be there at the monaco grand prix!

lewis h 💜: ive been meaning to ask, would you like to come as my guest to the mercedes hospitality?

you : id love to but..i don't want to cause a media storm..

lewis h 💜: fuck the media honestly. if i want to bring a friend to the paddock, ill bring a friend to the paddock.

you: lewis hamilton swears? 😯

lewis h 💜: hahaha. so ill see you there?

you : yes. ill be there 💗

lewis h 💜: looking forward to it y/n 💗

smiling, you put your phone down, almost giddy with excitement.

like magic, the melody seemed to fall into place and you called your friend jack.

"hey jack, I've got this idea, but ill need some help" you said.

jack antonoff laughed and said, "on it. another pop hit in the making?" he smirked and you laughed. "i sure hope so. ill see you soon then"

you smiled to yourself.

maybe life wasn't so bad after all.

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@kymillman- @yourinstagram arriving at the monaco grand prix, but not in her usual manner with @.charlesleclerc, but rather with @lewishamilton, with a mercedes cap. she also made her way past the ferrari hospitality and went to the mercedes hospitality, but always a pleasure to photograph her.

@predestinato - oh dear what did charles do :( she's always supporting charles at all the races and she's been at every monaco grand prix since he got into f1. i miss her :(

@charles16monaco - she's with lewis now? i was hoping to see her at monaco with the leclercs.

@ynfan23 - mother is serving as always!! but i do wonder where charles is...

@ynlnisaqueen - serving looks and badassery.

@charlesbanana - charlie noo :( but yn looks gorgeous as always but i don't want to lose her to mercedes 😭

@lh44fanbase - sir lewis?? shooting his shot?? with our resident popstar queen?

pushing your sunglasses up your nose, you took in the sight of the monaco paddock, smiling as the sun warmed your skin.

the buzz and chatter and roar of engines felt like home, and you felt so excited to be back.

you spotted lewis, walking with roscoe to the media pen, and you watched as he turned towards you and shot you a bright smile.

you didn't expect him to turn and sprint towards you, and wrap you in a hug. you heard the click of cameras behind you but you didn't care. you were glad to have a friend in the paddock.

it felt a little strange to not walk into the red, bustling ferrari hospitality, and instead into the calm atmosphere of the mercedes one. it felt strange to walk past the sea of red, and you did feel a tinge of guilt.

lewis noticed. and he nudged you, bending to whisper, "it's okay, we're just here as friends. and it's just one race. let's just chill okay. ill treat you to more icecream too" he smiled and you giggled, walking into the hospitality.

across the paddock, charles frowned. he hadn't known you would be at the paddock. you were always at the monaco paddock with him, ever since his first grand prix.

he was used to seeing you wearing some element of red, a cap or a shirt or pants. but you were wearing a mercedes cap, and you hadn't even bothered to tell him you would be at the gp.

he pursed his lips, and decided to make his way to the car. he just needed to be focused on the quali and not on how you were with lewis-

no. he shook his head vigorously. he did not need that image in his head.

from the corner of his eye, he saw carlos approaching, and he sighed. he knew what he'd ask.

"cabron, where is y/n? why is she at mercedes? what did you do?" he asked.

"i did not do anything and i don't know why she's there" he said, sounding more put off than he meant to.

"are you sure? she always supports ferrari.." he trailed off, noticing how sad charles looked.

"what do you think happened?" carlos asked, leaning against the wall. the spaniard hadn't know you for very long, but in the time that he had, he had become one of your closest confidantes. he knew he would have trusted you with anything.

"i don't know, but she has been distant lately ever since..." he trailed off, unsure of the conclusion he had come to.

"ever since what?" carlos asked, growing impatient.

"ever since i introduced charlotte to her and my family.." he trailed off, eyes clouding over.

"ah. i see" carlos said. he didn't have to say anything else. he knew that charles knew, what exactly he wanted to say.

"mate, i know that you and charlotte broke up, and I know that it's because of a very strong reason. don't mess up mate. she's something special and you know it." carlos told his friend.

charles sighed, eyes dropping to the floor.

"best of luck for quali mate" carlos said, clapping him on the back and leaving to get ready for his own quali.

unfortunately for them, quali was shit for ferrari. engine issues meant that charles was p10 and carlos as p12, and much more irksome was the fact that lewis qualified p1, and the cameras had planned to your grinning and clapping.

he stormed off to the drivers room, slamming his helmet on the ground and sinking down onto the bed, roughly grabbing his own hair.

"tu es tellement stupide charles, tellement stupide et maintenant tu perds l'amour de ta vie"

sighing, he reached for his phone, and opened up instagram. he instantly wished he hadn't.

the first post he saw made his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

@yourinstagram - delighted to announce my new single 'it's nice to have a friend' is out now on!! to all my friends who've been there for me, new and old, i love you to saturn and back. thank you for being my people and for loving me and guiding me through everything. i love u all 🫶🏼💗

tagged - @yourbestfriend @lewishamilton @carla.brocker @lilymunihe @kika.gomes

@ynfans77 - OMG WHAT A MEW SJMGLE I AM LISINF MT MIND

-@ynisabadassqueen - same girlie sameee!! 😭 miss maam really just dropped a banger out of nowhere.

@ynrules - OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD YAS KWEEN SLAY!!

@kika.gomes - forever proud of u my love 🫶🏼so glad to have seen you make this song and see u power through life. honoured to be your friend and ill love u forever. always wanna hang out with u.

@lewishamilton - honoured to be on your team. my support is with you always. so proud 💜

@yourbestfriend - my favouritest friend. my babygirl. my love. my sweetheart. my talented darling. forever proud of you. forever glad i gave u my glove. 🩷

@lilymunihe- my darling u are a force and i adore u. you're my favourite person ever. so proud and i'm always there for u. ps alex has been sobbing for half an hour I think u broke him

-@alexalbon- no I am not lily 😭😭 but gorgeous job y/n. many congratulations 🎉

@carla.brocker - congratulations mom soeur. i love u always 🩷💗🫶🏼 so glad to have u in my life and have u guiding me. you're an icon and a force to be reckoned with. forever grateful for u.

@arthur.leclerc - you are truly a wonder. congratulations cherie! 🩷

@yncharles2216 - she didn't tag charles :( all those years of friendship...

@charlesfans - she's two faced. forgot charles already.

-@ynfans - we don't need u here. mother slays and you're a loser.

liked by @arthur.leclerc @.kika.gomes @.yourbestfriend and @carla.brocker

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charles took in the sight of the blue waters surrounding the boat.

his brothers, their girlfriends, his mother and their friends had all decided to spend the day on the boat. lorenzo and arthur were enjoying the football game on the tv, and carla and charlotte (lorenzo's girlfriend) were enjoying a sunbathing session on the deck.

charles sighed. he missed your presence on the boat. in fact, he missed your presence overall. usually, the both of you would be chatting away to glory, or playing games or just lounging about together.

he hadn't realized exactly how much your presence meant to him until you had slowly begun to pull away.

he felt tears rise up and he blinked them away furiously.

from the corner of his eye, he saw his mother approach him.

"salut maman" he smiled, kissing her cheeks.

"charles, pourquoi as-tu l'air si triste?" charles why do you look so sad?

"je ne sais pas maman, je... elle me manque tellement" i don't know mum, i... i miss her so much.

"mon fils, tu sais, je sais, nous savons tous que tu aimes y/n. pourquoi tu ne lui dis pas chérie ? elle t'aime tellement aussi et ça me fait mal au cœur que deux personnes destinées l'une à l'autre ne soient pas ensemble." my son, you know, i know,we all have known that you love y/n. why dont you tell her darling? she loves you so much too and it hurts my heart that two people destined for each other aren't together.

"mais... et si elle ne m'aime pas, maman ? je ne veux pas ruiner notre amitié et je ne veux pas la perdre. et c'est égoïste, mais je ne veux pas être blessé" but.. what if she doesnt love me back mum? i domt wamt to ruin our friendship and i dont want to lose her. and its selfish, but i dont want to be hurt..

"charles, l'amour est une douleur. dire à quelqu'un dont vous ne savez pas qu'il vous aime, que vous l'aimez est terrifiant, mais c'est ça l'amour. mais tu ne peux pas laisser cette peur t’arrêter. ne manquez pas votre chance de trouver le véritable amour. souviens-toi de mon fils, un amour comme celui-ci n'arrive qu'une fois dans la vie" charles, love is pain. telling someone you don't know loves you, that you love them is terrifying, but thats what love is. but you cant let that fear stop you. dont miss your chance at true love. remember my son, a love like this comes only once in a lifetime.

"je le ferai maman. merci" i will mum. thank you.

pascale pressed a kiss to her middle son's forehead, and left him to his thoughts. she knew he had a lot to think about.

charles knew he had a lot to think about too. he knew he had to tell you that he loved you, because damn it, you were his sun moon and stars and he would be damned if he let you go.

he smiled, a plan forming in his mind. he called carla and arthur, knowing you had a soft spot for the two of them.

"les gars, j'ai besoin de votre aide" he said.

"how can we help charles?" carla asked, smiling at him.

"i want to tell y/n that i love her"

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a/n - part ii finished!!! i hope you guys liked it 🩷🫶🏼 comments, feedback, opinions, reblogs are always appreciated! my comments and inbox and are always open so feel free to drop in any time!!

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SOTW: Robbie, (/) Georgie; small talk

I’m putting this week’s story of the week on tumblr rather than Patreon because Georgie isn’t the only one with a permanent weakness wherever Roberto Lombardi is involved.

For the prompt: Robbie POV of the latest SAIT?

The way Chaps tracks him down after the game, a determined clip and a panicked expression, Robbie thinks some bad shit just went down, bracing for it before he even opens his mouth.

“I invited Georgie out for drinks,” David says, mouth twisted, looking worried, apologetic. “I’m sorry, he’s good friends with Jake and I wasn’t thinking–”

“It’s fine,” Robbie says as soon as he processes it, mostly just relieved that Chaps isn’t telling him Volkie or Lourdy is in the hospital after a dirty hit, or something similarly serious. This is not — well, it’s not fucking ideal, but it’s not the situation it would have been a couple years ago, not the situation David’s face says he sees it as.

“No worries, Chaps,” Robbie adds, as David continues to look panicked.

“Are you sure?” David asks, “I can tell him–”

He stops, looking physically ill at the idea of having to uninvite Georgie. Robbie thinks it might actually kill him if he tried. Or maybe it goes against one of his prime directives as Hockey Canada Robot: 1. Do not harm a human unless he’s an opponent, and try to avoid it even then 2. Do not harm yourself or other Hockey Canadians 3. Please be polite.

“No worries,” Robbie repeats, affectionately scrubbing David’s hair when he continues to look like he has all the worries. He could tell David that Georgie’s probably not coming anyway, that Georgie knows better than that, but for some reason he doesn’t say it. Maybe because it sounds too ugly even in his own head.

“Maybe he won’t come,” David says tentatively, but not like he’s hoping for it. Robbie doesn’t think Chaps issues enough invitations to hope any of them are rejected. He doesn’t issue invitations at all, honestly, waits to be explicitly invited along even to the shit he has an open invite to.

Robbie finds himself in the bowels of the visitor’s side of things, hunting Georgie down. The things he does for friends, he swears. It’s not hard, at least – none of the Whalers see anything but a former teammate looking for his old D-partner. Robbie recognizes his replacement hanging out in front in front of the visitor’s exit, a dude practically twice his size who greets Robbie with a level of genuine friendliness that makes Robbie feel a little bad for hating his guts.

But it’s whatever, it’s fine. Schneider points him where he needs to go.

Georgie looks wary when Robbie finds him, which is probably the right call. He’s got a nick in his brow, must have gotten clipped, and Robbie doesn’t know if it was there before the game, or one of their guys. He wasn’t looking.

“Don’t worry,” he says, before Robbie says a word. “I’m not going.”

“You should,” Robbie says.

“Really?” Georgie asks, and Robbie tries not to bristle at the note of incredulity in his voice, because he can’t actually blame him for it.

“Chaps invited you, right?” Robbie asks. “He’ll think he did something wrong if you don’t come. You know how he is.”

“Okay,” Georgie says, which is exactly what Robbie came for, so he doesn’t know why he leaves unsatisfied.

Chaps doesn’t look relieved when Georgie walks in the door most of a drink in, but he doesn’t look disappointed either. Robbie doesn’t know how to describe the expression, but it’s enough to make him glad he found Georgie. It’s a big bar, and they shouldn’t have any trouble avoiding each other. Hell, they managed pretty well when they were sharing a locker room, so this is nothing.

Which means there’s absolutely no excuse for Robbie hovering at the bar stool next to him, another round in.

“Hey,” Robbie says,

“Hey,” Georgie says,

“Mind if I sit?” Robbie asks.

Georgie nudges the stool with his foot, just enough to send it Robbie’s way, and Robbie sits down. He bets if he looks around he’ll find Matty lurking somewhere, horrified and ready to pounce. No reason for it, though. Robbie’s just making conversation.

The bartender arrives, eyebrows raised, and Georgie orders a pint of what Robbie was drinking. Robbie switches to a bottle. He doesn’t know why — draft tastes better. Maybe pacing himself or some shit. Probably a good idea. 

“You played well tonight,” Robbie says.

“You did too,” Georgie says, and the silence stretches, neither of them saying shit.

“You didn’t text me or anything,” Robbie says. He didn’t know he was going to say it until he does, and it comes out sounding almost whiny. Fucksakes, Lombardi. “Let me know where you were going.”

Georgie blinks, takes a sip of his beer. “Didn’t think you’d care,” he says.

“That’s not fair,” Robbie says.

“Really?” Georgie asks. “That’s not fair?”

Robbie can’t exactly retort to that. He’d have been pissed off if Georgie assumed he did give a shit, told him not to fucking flatter himself. Still. 

“Your ma must be thrilled,” Robbie says. “All her boys nearby.”

“She burst into tears every time she saw me for literal months,” Georgie says fondly, and Robbie smiles despite himself. She always cried a little whenever Georgie came home, so he’s not surprised Georgie signing close would get a whole ass crying jag.

“You like it?” Robbie asks. “Hartford?”

“It’s quiet,” Georgie says.

“So nah,” Robbie says.

“No, I do,” Georgie says. “I do.”

“You and Schneider play well together,” Robbie says, instead of ;why’ when he doesn’t even want the answer. “That kid’s going to be around a long time.”

“I know,” Georgie says. “Guess I only do okay as long as I’m playing with studs.”

“Fuck off,” Robbie says, abruptly furious, then has to laugh at himself. Every fucking commentator throws that word around, it’s not like it means — it doesn’t mean shit like Robbie’s taking it. He swears Georgie could say it was a nice day and it’d piss him off. It’s almost funny from the outside. Almost, not really. Probably not particularly funny to Georgie.

“I should go,” Georgie says, right on cue, and Robbie has no right to be pissed off at that either.

“Nobody’s stopping you,” he says.

“My captain literally told me not to stay out too late,” Georgie says.

“Isn’t he like, five years old?” Robbie asks. He’s been in the league maybe a couple years, max.

“He takes the job seriously,” Georgie says. For all he’s talking about heading out, he hasn’t moved an inch. “How’s your mom?”

“Good,” Robbie says. “Better. Was rough going for awhile, but she’s good.”

“The rest of the fam?” Georgie asks.

Robbie takes a swig, bottle hitting the bar with a dull thud that reverberates through his forearm. “Fuck ‘em.”

“Sorry.”

“It is what it is, right?” Robbie asks, and he doesn’t know he feels about the look of understanding on Georgie’s face, but if he is mad, he’s not mad enough to feel it, not under everything else.

“It is what it is,” Georgie says.

What does piss Robbie off is that in his mouth it sounds fucking profound. In Robbie’s it just sounded bitter. Was bitter. Robbie Lombardi, bitter about something? Call the fucking press.

Robbie knocks on the bar twice, clears his throat. “Good to see you,” he says, and it’s not the truth, but it’s not exactly a lie either, or at least not as much of one as he expected it to be.

Georgie must not stick around long, after. Robbie doesn’t see him leave. Early flight out, probably, and apparently a boy scout captain. And, he supposes, no reason to stick around anyway, not anymore.

[sakiblack]

THE STAR IN THE NIGHT SKY

PART 6

aonung x sully reader:

reader is named Riti if you wish to have another name pretend its your selected name when someone will say Riti.

It was next morning as i woke up to Kiri walking around the marui.

-Finaly your up come on we will be late

(said Kiri)

-Late for what?

(i asked)

-Tsireya said we will go swimming with her right?

(asked Kiri)

-OH yeah.Wait we are late?

( i aske)

-Well they are waiting for you so yeah

(said Kiri)

-Well lets go i dont want them to wait for me

( i said as i ran out of the marui)

-Morning sleepy head

(said Nateyam)

-Morning im sorry i made you guys wait

( i said mostly at Tsireya,Rotxo and Aonung)

-Dont worry Riti

(said Tsireya with a smile on her face)

-Yeah you should be sorry i have to be hire cus of you.

(said Aonung looking at me with the same eyes from the day before)

-Again im sorry i did not mean it

( i sait looking up at him)

-Whatever

(he said as he looked away from me the second our eyes meet)

-Come swimm with us

( said Tsireya as she and Rotxo jumped into the water.Right after them Aonung jumped after them followed by Loak and Nateyam and them me Kiri and Tuk)

The sea was beautiful.There was somanny wild life.I was looking all around me mesmerized by the sea.I could see Tsireya,Rotxo and Aonung looking as.How did they get so far away i thought.Loak looked at me and Nateyam as we all started to swim to them.We were really slow.It was not long before we had to go up for air.As we got to the surface Loak looked back down to see Tsireya doing something with her hands and when he did not understand she gestured us to come to them.And so we did but not for long since we all had to get some air in our lungs.Soon after Tsireya and Rotxo joined us.

-Are you all right?

(asked Tsireya)

-You are too fast wait for us

(said Tuk)

-Just breat,breath

(said Tsireya as soon as she said that Aonung joined us as well)

-You are not good divers.Maybe good at swimming through trees but..

(Aonung started but was stoped by Tsireya hitting his head witch made him look at her.That made me giggle to witch Aonung now looked at me.It was not anger in his eyes it looked like it was happiness?

-Come on bro we dont speak this finger talk.We dont what you are saying

(said Nateyam)

-I will teach you

( said Tsireya)

-Where is Kiri?

(asked Rotxo)

-who?

(said Aonung im guessing he does not know whu she is)

-Kiri.Where is Kiri?

(asked Rotxo again)

I started to look around but she was nowhere.

-Kiri!

(shouted Loak)

-I cant see her

( i said still looking around)

Tsireya went under the water and came back 10 seconds later.

-I can see her.Im going to go get her you go to the  ilus.Aonung will lead you there.

-What no i..

(started to say Aonung but was cuted of by Rotxo)

-Ofc i will come as well come on guys

We were now standing in water as Aonung was calling some of the ilus.

-These are ilu.If you want to live hire you have to ride.

(he said)

We all got in small groups.Loak was with Tsireya,Nateyam with Rotxo and i was with Aonung.

I got on one of the ilus as Aonung was now standing next to me holding the ilu.He did not say anything .He was just looking in the water.

-Does it have a name?

(i asked looking at him)

-They have not beed bonded with so noone has named him

( he answered still not looking at me)

-So if i make the bond

(i started but he interrupted me)

-You will be able to name him

( he said as he answered my unspoken question)

-I see

(i said.There was a long pause)

-Do you have any ideas?For his name i mean

(i asked him as he looked at me)

-He will be your ilu so you should name him what you want

( he replied)

-Yeah your right

(i said looking down.He sigh and said)

-Make the bond gently

-What?

(i asked now looking at him)

-The bond.Make it gently

( he said again)

-Oh right

( i said as i made the bond)

-Feel his breath

(he said as i was now trying to balance our breathing)

-Feel his strength

( he said as he laid his hand on mine.At that moment i looked at him and just as i did he quicky looked away)

-Hold hire

(he said pulling my hands to hold on to the sadle)

-Make sure to keep your legs still and hold on to the sadle tight.Got it?

( he asked me.I was trying to do what he told me to)

-Yes got it

( i replied)

-Then go when your ready

( he said only now letting go of my hand)

I took a deep breath and told the ilu to go.I must say it was different then riding Aza.I had to hold my breath and hold on to the sadle with my legs and arms.I was going pretty fast and the whole time i was thinking just /stay on the ilu/.And i did i got used to riding the ilu pretty fast and made my way back to the group.As i got back i could see Loak was going to be the next one to go ride his ilu.

-Good job little baby but i can do better

(said Loak as he looked at me)

I just I rolled my eyes and made my way back to Aonung.I dont know if i had to go to him, if Nateyam was not on his own ilu i would go to him.But he was on his ilu so i just went to Aonung.

-How did i do?

( is asked proudly)

-It was good,for a tree head

(he said jokingly)

-A tree head?

( i asked)

-A nickname

( he replied with a smile on his face)

-Oh so we are already at that point hm?

( i asked jokingly)

-Already at what point?

(he asked the smile still on his face)

-At the point you like me soo much you give me a nickname

( i replied smirking)

That was the point his smile disappeared and confusion appeared on his face. But that was not for long since in about 6 seconds the confusion turned into a blush.Now his face was red.That made me giggle.He was just looking at me and then said

-You forest people.I cant with you

He said as he walked away from me to join some guys that came hire when i came back from the ride.I looked at Loak who now went to try to ride his ilu.He was doing good at least to me until he fell down from the ilu.That made me worry.Aonung and the boys around him started to laugh.

But that made me ask if he was ok with worry in my voice.

Tsireya said he should be good.

But i was still worried.As Loak came back looking angry i went down from my ilu and made my way to him.

-Lo you ok? Did you get hurt?Are you feeling we

( i was stoped by him looking at me with anger in his eyes)

-Im fine ok leave me alone

(he said as he started to walk back to the village.I was standing there looking at nothing .He never looked at me with anger.Hell he never even raised his voice at me when he was angry.I turned away and started to walk after him.

-Ri arent you ganna watch your big brother ride the ilu?

(asked Nateyam smirking at me)

-Sorry Nat a baby needs my help

(i replied )

-Got you Ri.Go get that baby

( he said now turning away)

I looked away from him with a smile and caught Aonung looking at me.This guy really is strange 5 minutes ago he was blushing and now he was looking at me with thoes eyes again.The eyes i could not read.I could not say if it was anger, happiness or hate.I smiled at him and then looked away as i started to walk again.

I got to Loak who was sitting next to our marui looking at the water.

-Hey baby ,what you sad cus you did not ride as good as your big sister?

(i asked joking.He did not say anything. I sat down next to him)

-Loak.Look i know how you feel

(i started)

-No you dont you and Nateyam are just perfect ,everything you do you do better then me!

( he said i could hear the hurt in his voice)

-Loak

( i started but was interrupted by him again)

-No dont, im right, i will never be better then you

-Loak!

( i said louder)

-You dont need to be like me or Nateyam you need to be you.None cares if you do something good at your first try.Yes i did it in my first try but luck was just on my side today.Loak be who you are and everyone will love you.And if it makes you feel better Tsireya will like you a lot more if you will not try to be like me or Nateyam.

(i said and gived him a smile)

- Thank you Ri your the best

He said as he hugged me.He neved did that so i was really happy.We stayed like that for some time hugging one another.This place and everything on it might be new to all of us.I might think about my home wanting to go back but i will take care of my sibling.No metter what.

(just pretend this is Riti or you)

thank you for reading if you have any ideas,questions or requests do not hasitade to ask me.Hope you gave a nice day or nigth.

[asta-daily]

The Man from Rock Bottom - by Stephen Eric Johnson

He’s isolated, on the edge, scared out of his mind, and humanity’s last hope. He’s the Man from Rock Bottom, an unassuming guy who really just wants to do his job as the last zookeeper in the last city on Earth. In spite of his wishes, when he walks out of his front door that morning in pursuit of breakfast, and some poor schmo goes splat on the pavement right in front of him, he knows that he’s about to have a very bad day. From that bad beginning, the Man is soon pulled into a maelstrom of conspiracy, kidnapping, and murder. Before he knows it, he ends up descending into the monster-haunted labyrinth that lies below Rock Bottom (the place you go when there's nowhere else), facing flesh-eating morlocks, savage super-pigs, and the Preacher Man, leader of the organization that will unwittingly end humanity's last chance unless the Man from Rock Bottom can get there in time. He's the spoiler nobody saw coming.

Cover art for @GideonKalveJarvis, Many thanks for your patronage! Since they're still looking for agents/a publisher, there is no link rn. Stay tuned and hope for the best, they deserve it : The Man from Rock Bottom - Front Cover

/* Krita + Yiynova */

L'Homme du Fin Fond - par Stephen Eric Johnson

Il est seul, au bord du gouffre, effrayé au delà de tout. Mais c'est le dernier espoir de l'humanité. L'Homme du Fin Fond est un homme sans prétention, qui veut simplement faire son travail en tant que dernier gardien de zoo dans la dernière ville de la Terre. Hélas, il lui suffit de sortir de chez lui prendre son petit déjeuner ce matin-là pour qu'un pauvre type s'écrase sur le trottoir juste devant lui. Il sait désormais qu'il est sur le point de passer une très mauvaise journée. De ce mauvais départ, l'Homme est bientôt entraîné dans un maelström de conspirations, d'enlèvements et de meurtres. Avant même de s'en rendre compte, il finit par descendre dans le labyrinthe hanté de monstres qui se trouve sous Rock Bottom (l'endroit où l'on va quand il n'y a rien d'autre), affrontant des morlocks mangeurs de chair, des super-cochons sauvages et le Preacher Man, chef de l'organisation qui mettra involontairement fin à la dernière chance de l'humanité… à moins que l'Homme du Fin Fond ne puisse arriver à temps. Il est le spoiler que personne n'a vu venir.

Illustration de couverture pour @GideonKalveJarvis, Merci beaucoup pour ton mécénat ! Encore à la recherche d'agents/éditeurs, il n'y a pas de lien pour le moment. Restez à l'écoute et espérez le meilleur, ca vaux le coup : The Man from Rock Bottom - Front Cover

[unfocused-always]

Chapter VIII: A Quick Guide to Ruining Your Life and Other Bad Decisions

Summary: Misaki makes a deal with the devil??

A/N: Nope, you're not free from me yet. Also for the *I do love French language.

Golden light poured through pointed windows cascading over heavy wooden shelves like a soft blanket. It was nearing eight p.m., and the sun was slowly hiding behind the horizon. That and the barely visible letters on the page finally convinced Misaki to give up the fight and turn on the light. 

The library at Sakamaki's house was, unsurprisingly, enormous. Bookshelves lined the walls and occupied most of the remaining space, leaving only a reading nook unoccupied. At least, it was like that before she barged in a few hours earlier with a bucket of coffee, painkillers, and a goal at hand. 

If last week was a person, he'd no doubt fail students for fun and kick innocent puppies off the stairs. She winced at the mental image. Although the comparison was pretty close.  I don't know who you are.  Those words have repeatedly played in her head since she woke up from near-comatose sleep.  Stop.  Each sentence felt like a punch in the gut.  Don't contact us again.  

Her dad, the  dad  she knew, would never turn his back on an innocent person begging for help. But then again, in their eyes, she was a stupid teen playing a cruel prank. She pressed her forehead against a cool glass, hoping it would bring her answers.  What happened when I was away? How could they forget me so quickly?

"Bitch-chan!"

She thumbed the pages. This situation, albeit bizarre, had to have an explanation. And everything in her was telling her it was indeed supernatural.

"Bitch-chan~" Hot breath washed over her neck. "You'll hurt my feelings if you ignore me like that."

"Why do you keep doing that?!" She demanded, almost falling off the chair in the process.

Laito smiled a little too smugly for her liking. "Hm, but I've been calling out to you this whole time! It's rude to ignore someone like that, you know."

Anxiety clawed up her back. She could feel every spot on her body crying in agony, and that was after a heavy dose of painkillers. Pissing him off now-  Nope, we are not going there. 

"Sorry," she managed, suppressing a shiver in her voice. "I was just thinking."

"Thinking, huh?" She could tell from his tone alone he didn't buy it for a second. "And what thoughts absorbed you so completely? I wanna hear every ~ single ~ detail."

"I've been trying to make sense of this," she pointed at the library catalog, "but how you found anything here is beyond me. Why are half of the books here in Latin?" 

He leaned in, resting his head on his palm. "It's fitting, don't you think? Dead language for dead creatures."

The incredulous look on her face must have told him everything, as his laugh almost muted her following words. "You guys speak Latin? Just like that?" 

"On ne sait jamais~"

She leaned back in her chair, almost asking him to repeat that. "Oh no, no, no," she shook her head. "That, my dear dead creature, is French. I'd recognize that cheese-choking accent anywhere."*

"Aah, you've got me this time, Bitch-chan." His eyes narrowed on her, and her stomach sunk, hoping to shrink into itself. "Say, how will you punish me?"

She was legally obliged to do a double-take at that. He couldn't be serious, right? "Punish you?" She stammered. 

"Of course. After all, I did try to deceive you, didn't I?" 

She knew he was plotting something with the way his mouth quirked up. Even though he was babbling about  his  punishment, there was no doubt in her heart that it would be her spot if she didn't play her cards right. If only it was so simple.

"I suppose the 'I'll let it slide this time' is not an option?" She asked, crossing one leg over the other. 

"Hm~ You know, if you don't teach me a lesson, I might just keep up the deception. Do you really want that?" 

Hell would freeze over before he stopped lying.  Chipped in the logical part of her brain. But it didn't mean she couldn't use the situation to at least try to play something for herself. 

"Right," she started, adjusting her pose to mirror a proper negotiator's. "As your punishment, I want you to tell me everything you know on memory enhancements, or however you call it."

"Aah, Bitch-chan," his pained moan made her hair raise up. "That's not how you do it at all!"

"No," she cleared her throat, shifting in place. "You told me to pick a punishment, and I did."

"But your punishment is boring~" like a puppet on a string, he leaned closer, almost invading her space. "Wouldn't you prefer something more... exciting?"

His voice dropped dangerously low, and panic shot through her. She hadn't allowed herself to unpack all that went down between them, fearful of the things this would force her to admit. She was prepared to chalk it up to exhaustion and basic survival instinct, even if denial killed her. But as his eyes dropped heavy and long fingers slowly trailed up her arms, she had to force herself not to flinch. 

"The punishment," she started, praying for her voice not to betray her. "It was supposed to be your punishment, not mine."

He hummed, his fingertip ghosting along her vein. "You're awfully determined to interrogate me, Bitch-chan. Could it be that you still haven't said goodbye to your family?" The innocent look on his face was almost enough to convince her it was a genuine slip-up. Almost. She'd long since learned hardly anything was accidental with him. "Whoopsie, I wasn't supposed to say that."

It was apparent he knew something. Now the question remained how  she  could   get her hands on that information. Hardly paying it any mind, she caught his wandering hand and placed it palm up on the table, temporarily keeping the fingers confined. "Look," she started, somehow maintaining eye contact. "it's evident that a. you know that something happened to my parents," she began, straightening his index finger. "b. you're aware it has something in common with memory manipulation," she accused, dabbing his middle finger into the table. "and c. you're clearly dodging the question," his ring finger went down with all the conviction she could muster. He, however, remained unbothered. 

"Hm~ Funny, because the way I see it-," he all but purred, his outstretched fingers slowly gliding up her forearm. A slight tremor went through her, and she could have sworn he counted it as a victory. "You're clearly so desperate for any explanation of what happened to your beloved family. Aah, aah," she opened her mouth to protest, and he raised his finger to silence her. "my turn now. I could share it with you, but..."

She knew what he would say far before he grabbed under the chair and dragged her closer, forcing her legs to spread over the edges. His rich scent washed over her, bringing back memories of the first time they were in a similar position. Back then, she didn't know she should run for the hills. Back then, things were easier. Back then, it was all lies. Blood wooshed in her ears as he leaned closer, slowly bringing her fingers to his mouth.

"Everything has a price, Bitch-chan. I wonder how much are you willing to pay?"

He was testing her. It was a bait, a trap so well-marked only an absolute fool would fall for it. Yet, she didn't have many options left. For all she hated it, he was the one with answers. He knew  why  her family had forgotten her and maybe even how to bring them back. But information like that didn't come cheap. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip so hard she almost tasted blood. The next words tasted like ash. "What do you want me to do?"

His grin was equally charming as it was absolutely horrifying. "Excellent answer," he murmured into her palm, and she felt his tongue sneak between her fingers. 

Suddenly she understood what selling her soul must feel like.

***

This,  protested her brain,  is absolute madness. 

Misaki stifled a scream. She knew. She knew why she was doing  this , yet it hardly made it any easier. Pacing back and forth before her door, she attempted to regain any semblance of control over her mind. 

The clock struck twelve.  That's it,  she thought.  This is how it ends. 

Dressed in the most covering cream turtleneck and thick black jeans that didn't have a single smallest hole in them, she still felt it wasn't enough layers. She threw on her loose jacket, and even though she was sweating like hell already, she vowed to keep it on at all times. With that, her armor was complete, and she yanked her door open, heading with purposeful steps toward his room. 

It was one thing pacing in her room. But standing in front of the dark wood, her situation suddenly seemed ten times more real. It was cruel of him. Telling her to come to his room almost four hours later, he gave it just enough time for paranoia and crippling anxiety to take root. Still, she swallowed her fear and knocked. 

The door opened almost immediately, revealing Laito leaning on the frame with the most shit-eating grin she'd ever seen. His lack of clothes made her winter outfit almost laughable. Clad in a barely-buttoned white shirt and comfortable pants, he seemed utterly at ease, like this mess was his typical midnight entertainment.  It probably was,  she thought bitterly. 

"Bitch-chan," he peeled himself from the wall and offered her a hand. "With a look like that, I could think you're trying to seduce me." 

"In your dreams," she grabbed his hand and dragged him inside, kicking the door shut behind them.

[Chapter VII] [Masterlist] [Chapter IX]

[dangermousie]

 Bilal is so desperate to have Ecevit cave, he makes him watch the abuse tapes, ostensibly to verify the tapes are not blank, but in reality to break him down so he’d agree to murder. (But if he did, that is such a fundamental loss of self, I am not sure Ecevit could recover. He’s based so much of himself on following the law.)

And the way it breaks Ecevit but Bilal is relentless, seeking outlet for all his pain, desperate for what he sees as justice even if it’s not what Ecevit sees as justice. This show is nonstop trauma to a degree I have never seen in a Turkish show and very little elsewhere (perhaps Royal Nirvana or A Dirty Carnival are in the same range.)

And then the way they see Zeki and the horrors he’s recounting...omg.

This is complete breakdown territory and we are only in ep 4. @academyofbrokenhearts​  told me that the main writer of the show was Pinar Bulut; I looked up what other shows she’d written and everything slotted into place - she did Ezel which was VERY dark and also about innocents yearning for vengeance (a modern reimagining of Monte Cristo, in fact) with a notoriously fucked up ending and is currently writing Taçsız Prenses which I checked out and liked but I had to bail on because it was so unremittingly dark I had to have some knowledge of the ending/arc before I could keep up (and had a mistreated child and a man who clawed his way out of past trauma but has serious issues about it.) 

And I get both Bilal and Ecevit but honestly, I am weak and I just want the misery to end.

But the thing is, even with all of this, he still does. He sends the tapes in, he leaves Sait alive, even if it’s for an insane plan of pretending to be his attorney to railroad him during litigation. And it’s really because for him his justice is relying on the legal system he built his identity around. I mean, he was even fine with the fact that he was raped to be out in public and known to everyone in his life and total strangers if that meant the guys would be put away - his initial plan was to get Huseyn to confess on tape about him and the rest being raped and submit THAT as evidence. He only backed off when Bilal made it clear he’d kill himself if that happened. And that’s a man who is so traumatized and ashamed by this, he’s not told anyone for decades and still has serious, full blown PTSD about it. Because that’s how much it would be justice and vindication for him - future harm stopped and past harm avenged by the system working as it should, as it never did for him and his friends (and the fact that he dedicated his life to justice after he was given none is pretty mindblowing.) His willingness to have his trauma out there for everyone to gossip about if it means jail for perps shows how much he believes in legal punishment as a proper end for this and how he would find it satisfactory if he was willing to pay THAT price. And the thing is in any just world what he asks for is eminently reasonable and achievable - the thing that he wants judicial punishment not some sort of crazy mass murder revenge. But in the bleak world of this story he can’t even get that, because I am 100% sure Sait will get off. The tragedy of it is he is so sane and so good despite being horrifically traumatized - he’s looked at the world full of horror and pushing him into abyss and said “no, I won’t” and yet it’s still not enough. How is that for bleak?

PS We see his father released from prison and what a contrast - he’s treated as a king and with respect by all the inmates. He clearly had a great time in prison because he’s a violent monster who fits there and not an innocent child. The world of the story rewards the monsters, not the good.

[daimonclub]

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Great English Jokes Good English jokes. A collection of some very good English jokes of different kind on various subjects to help you have a good time and make a good laugh. Nul mieux que Charlie ne sait que la joke n’est pas une plaisanterie. C’est un devoir et une obligation. C’est le plus délicat des artisanats. La joke est une dictature. Comme l’a dit Rousseau à propos d’autre chose, nous en sommes à la fois souverain et sujet. Nous devons servir la joke. Et ce doit être une servitude volontaire. Charlie Hebdo Jokes of the proper kind, properly told, can do more to enlighten questions of politics, philosophy, and literature than any number of dull arguments. Isaac Asimov I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one. Marilyn Monroe (Good English jokes) A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling. Friedrich Nietzsche (Good English jokes) Everyone has a sense of humor. If you don't laugh at jokes, you probably laugh at opinions. Criss Jami (Good English jokes) The English love a good laugh. They are known to be sarcastic and to laugh at themselves – why not? Laughter and very funny jokes in English are the best medicine, after all! It can be tricky to get the English humour at first because it concerns a lot of silliness and sarcasm, but we’ve got you sorted. We’ve compiled the top ten English jokes, so if you are in the UK you won’t feel lost or you might even crack a joke one day. ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ A man asked for a meal in a restaurant. The waiter brought the food and put it on the table. After a moment, the man called the waiter and said: "Waiter! Waiter! There's a fly in my soup!" "Please don't speak so loudly, sir," said the waiter, "or everyone will want one." ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ Mister Putrid, or Pootin if you prefer, the Russian president would deserve some bunga, bunga. In order to know the meaning of bunga, bunga, you are kindly invited to read the following nice joke. Three guys are captured by a tribe of natives in a far off land. They are brought before the tribal leader who gives them a choice. He says, "what will you have, death or bunga?". The first guys thinks, hmmm wonder what bunga is. "I'll take the bunga". The tribal leader says, "good". Then a dozen tribal members line up and give it to him in the rear. The tribal leader turns to the second guy and gives him the choice, death, or bunga. The second guy thinks, hmm, that bunga thing is pretty nasty. But death is permanent, "I'll take the bunga". Tribal leader says, "good", and a hundred tribesmen line up and give him the bunga. The tribal leader gives the choice to the third captive. He thinks a while, hmm, first it was a dozen, then it was a hundred, I don't know man. Heck with it, "I'll take death". The tribal leader says, "good, death .... by bunga". (Another ending could be, ok, death, but before a bit of bunga, bunga). ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ The Smiths were proud of their American family tradition. Their ancestors had arrived in America on the Mayflower. Their family included senators and Wall Street wizards. They decided to compile a family history, a legacy for their children and grandchildren. They hired a fine author. Only one problem arose: how to handle great-uncle George, who had been executed in the electric chair. The author said he could handle the story tactfully. When the book appeared, it said, "Great-uncle George occupied a chair of applied electronics at an important government institution, was attached to his position by the strongest of ties, and his death came as a great shock." ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ More problems for Bill and Joe Bill and Joe are driving their truck one day on a road in the country, when they come to another warning sign. It's another bridge, but this time it's a bridge over the road. The sign says. "Warning. Low Bridge ! Maximum height 4.2 metres! " "Oh no!" says Bill. "Height limit four point two metres ! And our lorry's four point four metres high. We're twenty centimetres too high." "Oh that's not a problem," answers Joe. "We can let the air out of the tyres, then we'll be 25 centimetres lower ! We can blow them up again at the other side of the bridge !" "Don't be an idiot, Joe, " Bill replies. "That won't help ! The tyres are at the bottom of the lorry; and it's at top that we're too high for the bridge !" ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ An Irishman had no idea his wife was having an affair, so he was mad with grief when coming home early one day he surprised her and her lover in the act. He grabbed a pistol and pointed it at his head, which made his wife burst out laughing. "What do you think you're laughing at," he cried, "you're next." ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ One day an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walked into a pub together. They each bought a pint of Guinness. Just as they were about to enjoy their creamy beverage, three flies landed in each of their pints, and were stuck in the thick head. The Englishman pushed his beer away in disgust. The Scotsman fished the fly out of his beer, and continued drinking it, as if nothing had happened. The Irishman, too, picked the fly out of his drink, held it out over the beer, and started yelling, "SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT YOU BAS**RD!!!!"

Amusing Good English jokes After she woke up, a woman told her husband, "I just dreamt you gave me a beautiful pearl necklace for Valentine's Day. What do you think it means?" "You'll know tonight," he said. That evening the man came home with a small package and gave it to his wife. Delighted, she ripped off the wrapping paper - to find a book entitled: The Meaning of Dreams. ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ The visiting Bible school supervisor asks little Johnny during Bible class, "Who broke down the walls of Jericho?" Little Johnny replies, "I dunno, but it wasn't me!" The supervisor, taken aback by Johnny's lack of basic Bible knowledge goes to the school principal and relates the whole incident. The principal replies, "I know Little Johnny as well as his whole family and can vouch for them; if Little Johnny said that he did not do it, then I, as principal is satisfied that it is the truth." Even more appalled, the inspector goes to the regional Head of Education and relates the whole story... After listening he replies: "I can't see why you are making such a big issue out of this; just get three quotes and fix the damned wall!" ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ There was an Scotsman, an Englishman and Claudia Schiffer sitting together in a carriage in a train going through Wales. Suddenly the train went through a tunnel and as it was an old style train,there were no lights in the carriages and it went completely dark. Then there was this kissing noise and the sound of a really loud slap. When the train came out of the tunnel, Claudia Schiffer and the Scotsman were sitting as if nothing had happened and the Englishman had his hand against his face as he had been slapped. The Englishman was thinking: 'The Scottish fella must have kissed Claudia Schiffer and she missed him and slapped me instead.' Claudia Schiffer was thinking: 'The English fella must have tried to kiss me and actually kissed the Scotsman and got slapped for it.' And the Scotsman was thinking: 'This is great. The next time the train goes through a tunnel I'll make that kissing noise and slap that English b**tard again. ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ Problem at the airport Mr and Mrs Smith were going on holiday to Spain. As usual there was lots of traffic on the highway, and they only just got to the airport on time. They parked the car, got out their suitcases, and took the bus to the terminal. At last they reached the check-in desk. As they got there, Mr. Smith turned to his wife and said. "I wish I'd brought the piano with us !" "The piano ?!??" she replied. "Are you stupid? We can't take the piano on the plane." "No, I know. But I've just remembered that I left the tickets on the piano..." ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ In a shop a man asked for 1/2 kg of butter. The salesperson, a young boy, said that only 1kg packs were available in the shop, but the man insisted on buying only 1/2 kg. So the boy went inside to the manager's room and said "An idiot outside wants to buy only 1/2 kg of butter". To his surprise, the customer was standing behind him. So the boy added immediately, "And this gentleman wants to buy the other half!!!!!!” After the customer left, the manager said "You have saved your position by being clever enough at the right time. Where do you come from?” To this the boy said, "I come from Mexico. The place consists of only pro*titutes and football players!!!!!” The manager replied coldly, "My wife is also from Mexico ". To this the boy asked excitedly, "Oh yeah? Which team does she play for?" ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ Five Englishmen boarded a train just behind five Scots, who, as a group had only purchased one ticket. Just before the conductor came through, all the Scots piled into the toilet stall at the back of the car. As the conductor passed the stall, he knocked and called"Tickets, please!" and one of the Scots slid a ticket under the door. It was punched, pushed back under the door, and when it was safe all the Scots came out and took their seats. The Englishmen were tremendously impressed by the Scots' ingenuity. On the trip back, the five Englishmen decided to try this themselves and purchased only one ticket. They noticed that, oddly, the Scots had not purchased any tickets this time. Anyway, again, just before the conductor came through, the Scots piled into one of the toilet stalls, the Englishmen into the other. Then one of the Scots leaned out, knocked on the Englishmen's stall and called "Ticket, Please!" When the ticket slid out under the door, he picked it up and quickly closed the door. ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ A Scots boy came home from school and told his mother he had been given a part in the school play. "Wonderful," says the mother, "What part is it?" The boy says "I play the part of the Scottish husband!" The mother scowls and says: "Go back and tell your teacher you want a speaking part." ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ This is from an actual trial in the UK: A young woman who was several months pregnant boarded a bus. When she noticed a young man smiling at her she began feeling humiliated on account of her condition. She changed her seat and he seemed more amused. She moved again and then on her third move he burst out laughing.... ......... ......She had him arrested. Then the case came before the court, the young man was asked why he acted in such a manner. His reply was: When the lady boarded the bus I couldn't help noticing she was pregnant.. She sat under an advertisement, which read: 'Coming Soon: The Gold Dust Twins'. I was even more amused when she sat under a shaving advertisement, which read: 'William's Stick did the trick'. Then I could not control myself any longer when on the third move she sat under an advertisement, which read: 'Dunlop Rubber would have prevented this accident.' The case was dismissed.........! !!!!!!! ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ Mike and his pregnant wife live on a farm in a rural area in the west of England. No running water, no electricity, etc. One night, Mikes' wife is begins to deliver the baby. The local doctor is there in attendance. "What d'ya want me to do, Doctor?" "Hold the lantern, Mike. Here it comes!" the doctor delivers the child and holds it up for the proud father to see. "Mike, you're the proud father of a fine strapping boy." "Saints be praised, I..." Before Mike can finish the Doctor interrupts, "Wait a minute. Hold the lantern, Mike." Soon the doctor delivers the next child. "You've a full set now, Mike. A beautiful baby daughter." "Thanks be to..." Again the Doctor cuts in, "Hold the lantern, Mike, Hold the lantern!" Soon the Doctor delivers a third child. The doctor holds up the baby for Mike's inspection. "Doctor," asks Mike, "Do you think it's the light that's attracting them?"

British humour and jokes I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Harold the computer guy, to come over. Harold clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. He gave me a bill for a minimum service call. As he was walking away, I called after him, "So, what was wrong?" He replied, "It was an ID ten T error." I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, "An, ID ten T error? What's that .. in case I need to fix it again?" Harold grinned, "Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?" "No," I replied. "Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it out." So I wrote out ....... I D 1 0 T I used to like Harold. ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ Morris, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical. A few days later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm. A couple of days later, the doctor spoke to Morris and said, 'You're really doing great, aren't you?' Morris replied, 'Just doing what you said, Doc: 'Get a hot mamma and be cheerful.'' The doctor said, 'I didn't say that. I said, 'You've got a heart murmur; be careful.' ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ School humour.... Jane, a new teacher, went on a psychology course. At the beginning of her next class, she said. "Hello children, I hope you are all very clever ! Are you?" A few children said "Yes!", but most of the class said nothing. So Jane asked a different question. "Are any of us in this room stupid? If so, stand up !" For a few seconds no childen moved, but then Freddie stood up. "Ah Freddie, so you think you're stupid do you?" "No Miss, not really," answered Freddie; "But you shouldn't be the only person standing up !" ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ A Scottish farmer was in his field digging up his tatties (a Scots word for potatoes). An American farmer looked over the fence and said "In Texas we grow potatoes 5 times larger than that!" The Scotsman replied " Ah but we just grow them for our own mouths!" ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ An English man, Irishman and a Scottishman are sitting in a pub full of people. The Englishman says, "The pubs in England are the best. You can buy one drink and get a second one free". Everyone in the pub agreed and gave a big cheer. The Scottishman says,"..yeah. That's quite good but in Scotland you can buy one drink and get another 2 for free." Again, the crowd in the pub gave a big cheer. The Irish man says "Your two pubs are good, but they are not as good as the ones in Ireland. In Ireland you can buy one pint, get another 3 for free and then get taken into the backroom for a shag" The English says "WOW! Did that happen to you?" and the Irishman replies "No, but it happened to my sister." ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ Well would neither be a tragedy and nor a great loss... President Bill Clinton is visiting an elementary school today and he visits one of the classes (4th grade). They are in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asks the President if he would like to lead the class in the discussion of the word, "tragedy." So our illustrious leader asks the class for an example of a "tragedy." One little boy stands up and offers, "If my best friend, who lives next door, is playing in the street and a car comes along and runs him over, that would be a tragedy." "No," says Clinton, "that would be an accident." A little girl raises her hand: "If a school bus carrying 50 children drove off a cliff, killing everyone involved that would be a tragedy." "I'm afraid not," explains Mr. President. "That's what we would call a GREAT LOSS." The room goes silent. No other children volunteer. President Clinton searches the room. "Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?" Finally, way in the back of the room, a small boy raises his hand. In a quiet voice he says, "If Air Force One, carrying Mr. & Mrs. Clinton, was struck by a missile and blown up to smithereens that would be a tragedy." "Fantastic," exclaims Clinton, "that's right. And can you tell me WHY that would be a tragedy?" "Well," says the boy, "because it wouldn't be an accident, and it certainly would be no great loss." ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ An English man and an Irish man are driving head on , at night, on a twisty, dark road. Both are driving too fast for the conditions and collide on a sharp bend in the road. To the amazement of both, they are unscathed, though their cars are both destroyed. In celebration of their luck, both agree to put aside their dislike for the other from that moment on. At this point, the Englishman goes to the boot and fetches a 12 year old bottle of whisky. He hands the bottle to the Irish man, whom exclaims,'' may the Irish and the English live together forever, in peace, and harmony.'' The Irish man then tips the bottle and gulps half of the bottle down. Still flabbergasted over the whole thing, he goes to hand the bottle to the Englishman, whom replies: '' no thanks, I'll just wait till the Police get here!'' ∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼∼ On their way to get married, a young Catholic couple was involved in a fatal car accident. The couple found themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waiting for St. Peter to process them into Heaven. While waiting they began to wonder; could they possibly get married in Heaven? When St. Peter arrived they asked him if they could get married in heaven. St. Peter said, "I don't know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out and he left. The couple sat and waited for an answer... for a couple of months. While they waited, they discussed the pros and cons. If they were allowed to get married in Heaven, should they get married, what with the eternal aspect of it all? "What if it doesn't work? Are we stuck in Heaven together forever?" Another month passed. St. Peter finally returned, looking somewhat bedraggled. "Yes," he informed the couple, "You can get married in Heaven. "Great!" said the couple "But we were just wondering; what if things don't work out? Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?" St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slammed his clipboard on the ground. "What's wrong?" asked the frightened couple. "OH, COME ON!!!" St. Peter shouted. "It took me 3 months to find a priest up here! Do you have ANY idea how long it'll take to find a lawyer??? Read the full article

[montreal-by-night]

The Main Characters / Les Personnages Principeaux

Julia Cadot

Ministry, 12th Generation

"In the midst of winter, I found within me an invincible summer." Albert Camus

Like all Serpents, Julia knew to arrive silently in Montreal. She knew the Ivory Tower had taken control of the city a few years ago, and that as a member of the Ministry, she would need to prove herself to be accepted. Gone were the days that the Camarilla accepted all, whether they wished to be accepted or not. In these weird modern nights, it is the peasant who needs to beg the king for acceptance.

Little is known as to why she had to leave Paris at all haste to come to Montreal. But she had to. And she left behind a established network of pretty rich girls who were both cocaine smugglers and her dedicated herd. She had it going for herself.

But now, she needs to start from scratch. And with the following note left inside her jacket pocket, without her ever having seen who left it.

“Seedling,

You were given one night to stay in the city before you need to leave to boroughs where you are not protected. But you know the safety temples can provide. You know a church is a community, and a church will give their members privileges stray sheep don’t have. You know those of Set look after their own, so do those of Caine. You know those of Caine are as a matter of fact those of Set.

Therefore, feed not, and go right away with all haste to the Guy subway station. Do not board a train - use your gifts, and make it through the tracks. I know you will be able to follow this sketch. And may you find succour in the bosom of the children of Caine.”

But even as she was not a child of Set, she was not ready for what she found among the Church of Caine.

She has to find a different way.

===

Comme tous les Serpents, Julia a su qu'il falut arriver silencieusement à Montréal. Elle savait que la Tour d'Ivoire avait pris le contrôle de la ville il y a quelques années, et qu'en tant que membre du Ministère, elle devrait faire ses preuves pour être acceptée. Fini le temps où la Camarilla acceptait tout, même si quelq'un ne voulait pas y faire partie. Dans ces bizarres nuits modernes, c'est le paysan qui doit supplier le roi pour être accepté.

On ne sait pas pourquoi elle a dû quitter Paris en toute hâte pour venir à Montréal. Mais elle devait le faire. Et elle a laissé derrière elle un réseau établi de filles assez riches qui étaient à la fois des trafiquants de cocaïne et son propre troupeau particuler. Elle avait tout et un peu de plus.

Mais maintenant, elle doit repartir de zéro. Et avec la note suivante laissée dans la poche de sa veste, sans qu'elle ait jamais vu qui l'a laissée.

"Semis, On vous a donné une nuit pour rester dans la ville avant de devoir partir vers des arrondissements où vous n'êtes pas protégé. Mais vous connaissez la securité que des temples peuvent fournir. Vous savez q'une église est une communauté, et une église donnera à ses membres des privilèges que les brebis errantes n'ont pas. Vous savez que ceux de Set s'occupent des leurs, ceux de Caïn aussi. Vous savez que ceux de Caïn sont en fait ceux de Set. Ne vous nourrissez donc pas et rendez-vous tout de suite en toute hâte à la station de métro Guy. Ne montez pas dans un train - utilisez vos dons et traversez les voies. Je sais que vous pourrez suivre ce croquis. Et pourriez-vous trouver du secours dans le sein des enfants de Caïn."

Mais même si elle n'était pas une disciple de Set, elle n'était pas prête pour ce qu'elle a trouvé au sein de l'Église de Caïn.

C'est imperatif q'elle trouve une autre voie.

[thebearchives]

Group C, prompt B with you and Charles at his birthday party

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

prompt: one person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

at the head of the table, charles sat with a wide smile on his face, brighter than all the lights that were flashing at him. you sat next to him, smiling just as wide as your boyfriend squeezed your hand under the table.

“c'est fou,” charles shook his head, a laugh of disbelief escaped his lips, “tout ça pour moi?” this is crazy. all of this for me?

your eyes caught arthur’s on the other side of charles. he was frowning, his own eyes rolling at his brother’s words, “et moi, mais s'il te plaît, ignore-moi comme tu le fais toujours.” and me, but please, ignore me like you always do.

“alright, alright, let’s not get carried away,” you giggled, hand already coming up to close charles’ mouth just as it opened, “no fighting at your shared birthday celebration, please.”

arthur gave you a sickly sweet smile, “me? fight with my stupid older brother? never!”

“hey,” charles pushed arthur’s head away with one finger on his forehead, “if i’m stupid, what does that make you, huh? et je suis plus âgé que toi, traite-moi avec respect.” and i’m older than you, treat me with respect.

“tu dois mériter mon respect, je ne vais pas te le donner comme ça,” arthur leaned back in his seat smugly, “essayez plus fort.” you need to deserve my respect, i won’t just give it to you. try harder.

pascale came around, yanking arthur by his ear, “tu marches sur une fine couche de glace, gamin. traite ton frère avec respect, je ne te le redemanderai pas.” you're walking on thin ice, kid. treat your brother with respect, i'm not gonna ask you again.

charles smirked, sticking his tongue out at arthur. pascale turned to her older son, rolling her eyes while smacking him across the back of his head, “charles, s'il te plaît, arrête de te comporter comme un enfant. tu as vingt-cinq ans maintenant, arrête de contrarier ton frère.” charles, please stop behaving like a child. you're twenty five now, stop antagonizing your brother.

charles frowned, hand coming up to rub his head, “ah, ok, ok. maman, vous m'embarrassez.” ah, okay, okay. mom, you're embarrassing me. 

pascale narrowed her eyes at him, “tu peux penser que tu es un crack, mais tu es toujours mon fils et j'ai le droit de te gronder quand et comme bon me semble.” you might think you're some hotshot, but you're still my son and i get to scold you whenever and however i see fit.

your loud laughter caused several heads to turn your way. you hid your face behind your hands, shoulder shaking as charles whined at you to stop laughing.

“amour, please,” charles grabbed your hand, tugging it down, though you wouldn’t let him, “this is so embarrassing. defend me!”

you wiped under your eyes, hoping no makeup got smudged with the tears that formed from your laughter, “i am sorry, my love, but i can’t defend you. la mère sait toujours ce qui est le mieux.” mother always knows best.

pascale smiled at you, hand smoothing down your hair before she leaned over and pressed a kiss to your head, “ah, my favourite child,” she glared at her two boys who were looking at the two of you, “you guys should learn something from her.”

pascale walked away soon after, with arthur following behind her spewing complaints, leaving you with a pouting charles.

you giggled, “why are you pouting?”

charles’ pout deepened and he crossed his arms, moving his body away from you. to think this man had turned twenty-five today, you refused to believe it.

“oh, so i’m getting the silent treatment now?” more silence, “well, this is highly unfair. can i know why, at least?”

charles’ eyes flitted back to you. he stayed quiet for a second before breathing deeply, “you didn’t defend me.”

you held back the laugh that threatened to escape, “charles, are you serious right now?”

charles turned towards you, a deep frown on his face, “le plus grave.” the most serious.

you rolled your eyes, “you’re acting like a baby.”

charles said nothing, arms still crossed at his chest and a furrow in his eyebrows.

you sighed, “fine, i’m sorry i didn’t defend you. i promise i won’t leave you hanging like that ever again.”

his pout returned, “i don’t believe you.”

you leaned closer, lips pressing against his pout. you pulled away shortly after, charles unwilling to cave.

his pout remained, although his eyes showed slight flashes of amusement. you hummed, “guess i’ll just have to try again.”

you leaned forward once again, this time pecking his mouth multiple times before pressing a single long kiss against his lips, hard. seconds into the kiss, you felt his lips quiver, pout transforming into a smile. his teeth just barely grazed your lips before he pulled back, unable to keep his laughter down.

his shoulders shook as he shook his head, “fine, fine, i believe you.”

“good,” you smiled, leaning back in your seat, “now, stop acting like a drama queen. you’re worse than arthur.”

charles’ laughter stopped, eyes wide as he stared at your side profile. he gasped, “you did not.”

you gave him a saccharine smile, “oh, but i did.”

[reneesfanworks]

it's never not going to be funny that eddie, the same guy that fleet from texas because his parentt were too noisy, whose main arc in early seasons was to be able to take care of his child in his terms without external interference, gave one (1) look to Certified Himbo buck and sait "hey, do you want to share my kid, he's kind of cool"

and Buck, who at that point hadn't been even remotely close to being responsible for another human being (outside his job obviously) ever, in his life, was like "yeah, sure :)"

[jt-artsandfics]

Hello :D everything ok?I wanted to ask you, how do you think MK11's men would react, his girlfriend is always affectionate with them, but out of nowhere she stopped being affectionate, after a while she tells them that she has pain in her stomach because of too much excitement, she thinks they are really sexy (her arms, legs, chest, all of them) and she wants to have intimacy but she was embarrassed. I adore you!!! Thank you!I adore Raiden and Fujin so much 😍

Mortal kombat Men x Female Reader

(Mind you all I'm a guy so I'll do my best to work this to the best of my ability I sadly don't have all the men but I'll do a few of the boys) if you guys would like more of them I'm happy to do a part 2 to this.

Mention of Sex, sex talks, nsfw mentioned, hinted sex scenes, romance and fluff.

Raiden

Raiden has never really been used to affection, not physical intimacy. But after he met his sweet S/O it became an almost constant contact, it takes him a while to get used to it but all up he loves it, he lose so much tension in his body. He loves having his S/o curled up on his lap, wirh them watching her trashy tv shows or him reading. It's something he has grown so accusation to over the time he's been with his lover. So for her to one day just stop it's almost painful for him. The first day he let's it slide thinking she's just having an off day but when it comes around too the second night. When she doesn't curl up beside him he sits up beside her. " My light?, are you well" he ask softly resting his hand on her shoulder, she turns to face him and smiles sadly. "I'm alright just in a little pain" he's filled with worry and basically scopes her up into his arms. "Do you need medical assistance" she laughs lightly pulling him down into a kiss. "I'm alright Raiden, my body sometimes hurts when I get too excited, I just... I love you alot, and I want to express it more" she explains. He's still worried that he is responsible for the pain she is in. "Is there anything I can do to help with your pain?" She thinks alright before replying. "Umm.. It's kinda embarrassing..." He smiles lightly as he holds her close. "You do not need to be embarrassed with me love" he presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "I... I want to be more intimate with you" "as in intercourse?" His lovers face goes bright red as she blushes. "Yes, but only if your interested" "We will take it slow, you will need to instruct me, as I have never done this before"

Fujin

Unlike his brother Fujin love physical contact from the start. This man gives amazing hugs and will quite literally sweep you off your feet. So he will realise very quickly when his S/o is distancing herself from him. "My love? care you alright, you haven't been as touchy as in used to you being, have I don't something wrong?" He will ask hoping he hasn't don't something to offend her. "I'm alright Fu, just in a bit of pain is all, sorry to cause you any trouble" she whispers. He's is quick to pull her into a hug, "Is it anything I can help with, I don't like seeing you in pain love" he says while gently holding her. They stand there Fujin holding his sweet love before she speaks up. "I get this pain when I get too excited and I really love you, your handsome and kind and I love spending every moment with you" she explains while resting her head on his shoulder. He holds her softly rocking back and forth lightly. "I wish to spend every waking moment with you my sweet sunshine, I'm yours" he says as he presses a gentle kiss too her forehead. He can see that she's holding something back, something which is bugging her. "My love, there's something else isn't there?, you can tell me, I will not judge." He reassures her. She looks to him and then to the floor them back to him. "I... I'd like to be more intimate with you if you would like, I.. you.. you make me feel safe when your around and would like to be yours if you will have me" she says shying away. Fujin smiles brightly leaning down to kiss her. "I would be honoured my love, we will take it at your pace, I do not wish to over step boundaries, you are very important to me." He tells her in a hushed voice. "I love you Fujin" "and I You my little sunshine"

Hasashi Hanzo

Hanzo has been thought hell and back literally, he's lost the only people he cared for before his S/o came along. It took him a long time to get used to so much affection, not to mention different in cultures and time. Alot has changed since he was first in earthrealm. Along with being the head of the Shirai ryu, there are alot of thinks he wishes to keep to himself, one of those is you. Although there are many among his students who know of you two he is still very hesitant of showing affection outside of you're home. He loves you very dearly and do not wish to lose one of the few things he holds dear.

But nothing gets past this man, he may not say it right away but he notices the first time you don't take a chance to hold him that day. He sees toy distancing yourself from him and it causes worry over anything. Had someone hurt you? And now he stand beside you in the fire gardens in the late evening. "Chīsana honō, are you well, I've noticed you have been avoid touching me, are you hurt?" Her eyes go wide as she looks at him. "No, no I'm not hurt but I am in pain, i... I get excited seeing you and being near you and sometimes it just hurts inside." She tries to explain to him. He moves closer gentle bring his hand up to brush away some stray hairs hanging in her face, wishing not to spook her. "Have I caused you pain?" She shakes her head before leaning onto his hand. "No, I...I just don't want to push you, I understand that Harumi meant the world to you, and I dotn want to replace her. But I do love you and I want you to be happy" she says as he pulls her close holding her gentle against his chest as they sway lightly in the brezze that rolls thought the fire gardens. "You will never replace Harumi, and I do not expect you too, I am very lucky to have had her in my life for the time I did, and I am so fortunate to have found you, I have been given a second chance at life, and it's one I wish to treasure as much as I can." His voice is soft and it's what his little flame needs to hear. They stand there for a little basking in each others warmth and company. "What brought this on fiery one?, you normally very vocal about your wishes. Have I done anything to dull your fire?" She shakes her head before resting it against his shoulder. "No, I just started thinking things, but do not want to push you, as much as I would love to be more intimate, I understand that you still morne and I do not wish for you to forget Harumi" she says lightly again. Hanzonsighs lightly "perhaps it is time that I do love on, she wa any first love and will always be in my heart, but you are my love as well and you are very dear to me sweet one"

Kuai Laing

Kuai is a little oblivious when it comes to romance not only wirh the way he was raised and how his brother acted when he was younger made the man quite shy in certain aspects and situations but when it comes to how his lover feels and realising they haven't touched him as much as they normally do is is a little concerned. Later that day he seeks them out in the comfort of his own home. He finds his little ice fairy sat on the couch curled up in blankets. He nearly falls face first into her lap as he crawls onto the loauge, something he was still getting used to. "Is it getting a little too cold to hold me now?" He ask lightly looking up into her eyes as he makes himself comfortable with his head in her lap. Her fingers twitch before giving in and running over his face and thought his hair. "No, no Kuai, just haven't been well kinda in a bit of pain" she explains lightly. He speaks up in concern. "Are you hurt?" "No just um.. getting to excited around makes my body hurt sometimes, I enjoy being close to you" she says reassuring him that he's done nothing and she isn't hurt. He sighs in relief as he runs a cold hand up to the side of her face smil ijng lightly as he plays with a small part of her hair. " Is there any way I can make up for such a pain I bring you?" She laughs lightly before smiling at him. "Come up here and kiss me would make up for it" he chuckles moving to sit up and pull here into a kiss, it's heated and sweet something they both enjoy. He pulls away resting his forehead against hers. "I hope that will suffice but I'm happy to give more " he replys. "For someone cold to the touch your fucking hot you know that" he laughs again pulling her closer go his body, wrapping them both up in that blanket. "I know I don't normally watch Television but tonight I just want t to be close to you so put on what ever you wish my little snowflake." He says placing more kisses on her skin. "God's I love you, you know" she smiles leaning up to kiss him again. "And I love you very, very much my sweet love, my little starlight and snow drop."

"Get over here, sweet talker"

Ft sub-zero Bi-han becuase I'm a slut for him

Bi-han did what he wanted most times, he had many lovers over time most were just to saite his desires, but his S/o was very much different form the many woman and men he had been with.

And it's the reason he wishes to take things slow. Even thought it is very much the opposite of how he normally was. He had aged out of his rebels teen years. And found someone that makes him feel complete. Bi-han is the less likely our of the bunch to realise his S/o is distancing herself from him. But when he does figure it out he is very handsy. "My soul, are you alright?, you have been avoiding me. Have I done something to anger you" he ask pulling her close to him resting his head over her shoulder as he wraps his arms around her stomach and pulls her against his chest. "I'm alright Bi-han just haven't been feeling well" she replys earning a rasied eyebrow from him. "Snowflake, are you pregnant?" Is the first thing that he ask. It's quite before She starts laughing lightly. "Bi-han, you haven't even slept with me and I don't exactly leave the house so if hope the fuck not" she says laughing as she leans back into him. "It made you smile, and I do so love it when you smile so brightly my love." He replys and leave small kisses agaisnt her neck. "But that is something I wish to speak to you about" she says turning around to face him. " Pregnancy?"

"No, that I would like you to sleep with me, Bi-han."

"And perhaps get you pregnant?" He jokingly jest . She lightly punches his shoulder. " Do you have baby fever that badly?" She ask looking up in to his eyes. "I just would love to see you with a child, you would make a beautiful mother my love, and perhaps baby fever is part of it too" he hums before pulling hsiblove in for another kiss. "Your a tease toy know"

"Just for you my snowflake"

[gioiamin]

haikyu boys when you sneak out to satify your craving !!

warnings: pregnancy?

a/n: this is my very first work here on tumblr, pls be good to me. also my first time doing a story using 3rd person’s POV or sumthing. english is not my first language. <3 [do expect some typos and errors]

timeskip! iwaizumi & bokuto

🗯HAJIME IWAIZUMI

He usually hug you when you guys sleep so when he kinda woke up in the middle of the night he tried to reach you but you were nowhere to be found, that's when he opened the lamp and started searching you inside your shared room.

"Doll, are you there?" he opened the bathroom wondering if you're there but he still can't find you.

That's when he remembered your conversation earlier.

"Haji, can we have ice cream today? I really want one" you pouted while you guys are preparing to sleep.

"Not now, doll, it's already 10PM. Let's sleep" he said before kissing your forehead and lying down.

"Okay" you said which is almost a murmur.

Iwaizumi sighed and rubbed his face with his palm, she definitely got herself an ice cream. I mean, that’s suspicious when you said just a simple OKAY.

He looked at the clock before heading out to the nearest store which is just a few blocks to your house.

What store is still open at 2AM?

He tried to call you and the answer? Cannot be reached

"Doll!" he shouted when he saw you going out to the 7/11 licking an ice cream with a plastic in your hand which he though is also an ice cream.

You stopped and looked at him with puppy eyes trying to lessen what you did.

He is heavy panting when he reached you, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Well, you said it’s late-

"So you decided to sneak out?" he said grabbing the plastic in your hand.

You nodded , still busy licking the ice cream

"Can I have one ice cream?" he asked

You looked at him with a plan running inside your little head, "Only if you forgive me"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Fine. Don't ever do that again." he said seriously.

"Promise" you said to reassure him.

🗯BOKUTO KOUTARO

You woke up at 3 AM when suddenly a craving hit you.

Gosh, i want some nuggets.

"Kou" you tap his shoulder but he only groaned.

You sighed and decided to got up from bed (you don't wanna wake up your heavy sleeper husband) after getting the keys and wearing his sweater, you quickly drove to your nearest Mcdonalds.

Few minutes later, you're happily eating your nuggets without knowing that someone is worrying about you.

"Akaashi, i can't find y/n!" he shouted while his friend is on the other line. All lights are open inside so he can see you.

"Calm down, Bokuto-san" he said trying to calm his friend. "Did you even call her?"

"No, i didn't. I panicked" he honestly said

"Oh wait. I saw her instagram story Bokuto-san, she's in Mcdonalds 20 minutes ago eating a nugget" he explained

Bokuto felt very betrayed right now.

Why didn't you wake him up? What if you got into a car accident while he is sleeping?

Bokuto was about answer when she heard the doorknob.

"She's here, thankyou." he quickly ended the call to face you.

"Really y/n? Sneaking out while it's" he quicly glanced to the clock, "Gosh, it's already 3:55 AM, baby!" he exclaimed but his voice is still soft and you can clearly hear the concern.

"Sorry, i tried to wake you up but you just groaned. I know you're tired" you said, voice getting little by little as you said the last word

He sighed so hard that you even heard it. He sait on the sofa and spread his legs, "Come here" he said tapping his lap, motioning you to sit on it.

You quickly obliged, feeling his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to his chest.

"What's that?" he pointed the McDonald's paper bag that you're holding.

"Nuggets" you happily said and released them inside the plastic. "You want some?" you offered with a nugget infront his mouth

When he opened his mouth you quickly putted it inside.

"It's good, are you craving for some nuggets?"

"Hmm" you nodded

"You should wake me up next time, okay? I don't care what time is it, just wake me up. I love you" he said and kissed your cheeks.

"I love you too" you giggled and kissed his lips.

written: sept. 16/ 2021

published: sept. 16/ 2021

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTW: Robbie; expectations

For the prompt: Robbie POV of recent portion SAIT - maybe when he decided to seek out Georgie after finding out about his father

Slapping a massive TW for death of a parent on this.

Robbie’s knocking on Georgie’s door when he has the first rational thought since his phone woke him out of a dead sleep. On autopilot, still more asleep than not, foggy and distant with it, he texted Coach, called front office, getting immediate bereavement leave from whoever was stuck answering the phone in the middle of the night and the first available flight to Boston, information forwarded to his email while he was still on the line with her. She kept saying she was sorry. Over and over, sorry, Robbie still half-asleep, not entirely sure what city he’s in, let alone sure of anything else.

On autopilot he walked to Georgie’s door — knew the number only because he saw Georgie let himself in earlier, two doors down from Robbie’s room. On autopilot he knocks. There are two thoughts: why am I knocking on Georgie’s door? and He’s the only one who won’t expect me to be sad. A half-formed I should go, and then Georgie’s answering the door.

And Georgie lets him in. Of course he does, Robbie knew he would, must have, or he wouldn’t have done it. He lets him in, and he doesn’t expect Robbie to be sad, he doesn’t expect Robbie to mourn him, and maybe that’s the only reason Robbie cries, because fuck knows he doesn’t do it after. Dry eyed on the flight to Boston, dry eyed when his mom collapses into him, stark black bags under her eyes, from crying or lack of sleep or both. Dry eyed.

And everybody expects him to be sad.

It’s three days later that it fully hits Robbie. Three days, two flights, a funeral he stood stone-faced with his arm around his mother’s shaking shoulders, the only thing keeping her up at times, shook hands with hundreds of people who all told him what a great man his father was. Told Robbie how proud his father was of him. Looked him in the face and lied to him, or maybe just didn’t know any better, or didn’t know what else to say.

Three flights, now, actually. Flight to Boston, from Boston to Washington, and now the team’s flying right out again. He could have made his life easier, stayed longer and flown directly from Boston to meet the team, but he didn’t have an extra suit to travel with.

Bullshit. Matty would have dropped by his apartment without batting an eye, used the spare key Robbie gave him exactly for this kind of situation. Ted would have flown out, even, offered over and over again to come to Boston for the funeral, like he didn’t understand how that would make everything so much worse.

Robbie flew back to Washington the second he could, because a single word could set his ma crying, because he sat in his childhood bedroom and wanted to rip everything off the walls, because a house his father was barely ever even in, too busy working, too busy making connections, always fucking too busy — it didn’t have the right to feel as empty as it did.

And now he’s on another plane, and he’s hunched over in the bathroom, twisted like a fucking pretzel, so tight his lungs can’t fully inhale, a mere couple feet away from the guys with the shit seats, and he can’t fucking breathe, or can, must be breathing, because if he couldn’t breathe he wouldn’t sound like this, an injured animal in a trap.

He shoves his fist in his mouth, hard, chokes on it and on the sounds he’s making, and when he comes out of the airplane bathroom no one says a thing, which is a mercy he may not deserve, but he’s thankful for nonetheless.

[thestalkerbunny]

TSB plays Legends Arceus Part 40

INTERMISSION.

P.....PUPPER?

Lucario, what are YOU doing inside the headquarters, buddy?

Aww I like you too fuzzy boy!

Wiat. AIWA WIAT WAIT WAIT WAIT WIAT.

RILEY??? RILEY RILEY RILEY RILEY???!?!?? IS THAT RILEY????

(for context, when I was a kid I was madly in love with RILEY, he was literally my ‘if I had to pick a dude’ dude. IT’s RILEY.....)

Heeeeyyyyyyy Ryeee......

Yes, well I am a VERY sturdy person uh. Fucking around this entire continent DOES that to a person.

Oh fight? sure SURe sure HEy  YEah, anything for you, Rye.

You’re so rugged and straight to the point, I love it.

Oh no, thank YOU Rye, you pretty pretty boy.....

Nearly over 900 different unique ones to be exact. Not to brag.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee RYeeeeeeeee............

Now what was I supposed to be doing?

GREAT. I got a new fit. You like it. I figure if I gotta go kick god’s ass, I might as well look FANTASTIC.

Oh yeha. I gotta kick his ass too.

Adaman. Let me tell you something. There’s no probably. There’s GONNA be a fight.

OH SHIT wait no, wait don’t leave me yet-I’m gonna be stuck with.....

VOLO.

Technically yes; but it’s also a case of if the world ENDS I go with it.

Yeah sure just let them live the pretty lie.

Finally some PRAISE around here.

Is it going to be a sticky ipad or a tiny frog-because I would prefer the LATTER.

IT was a TINY FROG.

FOUR: SPILL KAMANDO’S BLOOD OVER AN ALTER AS A BLOOD SACRAFICE TO SAIT THE THIRST OF THE ANCIENT GOD GIRATINA AND-oh, oh we’re sparing him. Okay then I GUESS.....

Oh Gross You’re back. They didn’t accept me back , I just showed up and they started simping as hard as they could.

These better not be full of piss. I’ve never bought from you guys-but I heard thru the other scouts that your max potions smell like peepee.

I literally have said this SEVERAL times before. I’ve NEVER. BOUGHT. ANYTHING. FROM YOU.

MELLI! MY FAVORITE PERSON ON THE PLANET, get away from me Volo-THE 10s ARE TALKING. Melli you’ve also been upgraded to a 10. It’s sheerly by the fact we’re in proximity of Volo. Everyone is a 10 when standing next to him.

Melli, your weird back handed support is honestly the one thing I need in these dire stupid stupid times.

Now I gotta go beat up an old man at the top of that mountain and then punch god in his stupid swinging horse nuts.

[runawayonryo]

unexpected love <seong gi-hun x female reader (as stripper ;))>

Warnings: fluff, nudity, crude humor, adult language, degrading, sexual themes

requested: yes

so basically you’re a stripper and gi-hun likes u lol. 

____________________________________

“i told you i don’t have it!” gi-hun shouted. The man smiled and grabbed a knife. Gi-hun moved back. “you have seven days to pay off your debt alright? Or you’ll have to pay with your kidney” he said with a smirk. “please...pl-” “stop begging gi-hun. You signed away your body. Remember?” The man said chuckling a bit.

“I’ll... i’ll have your money i promise! please don’t hurt me..” gi-hun pleaded. The man nodded. “our work is done for today guys...” he said to his team. The man got up and left with his team. Gi-hun sighed. 

“c’mon! it’ll be fun!” “no.. i’m not really into that sort of stuff” Gi-hun said. He was outside of his mothers house talking to an old friend of his. “please. Give it a try! seoul has some of the finest strippers ever you know that right?”. *sigh* “alright”.

The two men entered the strip club nearby. Gi-hun was never fond of sex work. He didn’t mind it, but he never requested anything. The two men took a seat on oe of the large couches facing the “stage”. Two young women were makin magic there. Both wearing revealing red leather suits. “another shot of soju for us please” Gi-hun requested at the bar. “yes sir...” 

“c’mon dude. enjoy the view.” “i am.” Gi-hun replied not even looking back at the girls. Gi-hun drank his shot of soju until his friend walked up towards him. “get up dude. Just booked you a little meeting with one of the girls” he sait patting gi-hun’s back. “what?!” he responded. “it’ll be fun. just you and her”. “dude pl-” “gi-hun... try to get your mind off things for a few minutes.” his friend said. “oh my fucking god fine...” gi-hun said slightly annoyed. Gi-hun got up and one of the girl walked up to the two men. “so? one of you wanted a private session?” she asked in a wicked tone. “yes. this man here” Gi-hun’s friend pushed him towards her. “uhh du-” “gi-hun....” Gi-hun sighed then followed you to a private room. 

“gi-hun... cute name” she said sitting down on the large L shaped couch. Gi-hun smiled. “thank you miss I-” he said looking up at her face. He paused. She was beautiful. Her eyes were mesmerising... Her smile immaculate... “a..and you are?” he asked stuttering a bit. “that’s irrelevant...” you said with a wicked grin. “what can i do for you?” you asked slowly getting up. Gi-hun sat down. “i... I’m not too sure...” he said.You walked up to him and then resting your hand on one of his shoulders. You got a good look of his facial features... It was hard to admit... but he was pretty hot. “yy.you’re uh..” gi-hun couldn’t get a word out. You leaned towards him, then sat down on his lap legs spread (doggystyle position). “excuse me?” you asked with a smirk. “you’re gorgeous...” he said. “likewise” you said extremely blutley. “what?” his eyes widened. 

“my name is y/n” you said. “beautiful name” he said resting one of his hand on your back. “hooooly shit she’s so-” his thoughts were cut short when you started grinding against him. He le out a groan. “you like that don’t you” y/n said. “fucking slut” he whispered. You chuckled. “oh yeah?” you responded before you hearda knock at the door. “your time is up sir!” “extend it. five minutes you replied. Gi-hun looked over at you shocked. “i don’t have mo-” “you don’t need it” you said smirking and giving his a kiss on his cheek. He looked so confused. You started to grind against him again making him moan quietly. You could feel his erection and it was damn good. you sloly took off your skimpy top and his eyes widened at the sight of you topless. He rested one hand on your ass, and one on your stomach whilst you were grinding. “come on...” you said. He looked deep into your eyes before diving into your cleavage. 

“isn’t there a no touching rule... what the hell am i doing....” he thought to himself whilst sucking on one of you nipples making you moan and grind on him harder.

“alright guys... please” they heard from behind the door again. “one minute!” you shouted. Gi-hun removed himself from you and helped you put your top back on.

You reach into one of your pockets and hand him a piece of paper. “what’S this...?” he asked. “my number” you said winking at him. The two of you left the room. “how was it?” gi-hun’s friend asked laughing a bit. Gi-hun chuckled. “it was alright...” he said constantly turning around to look at you. you smiled at him.  

The rest of the evening was talking and gi-hun staring at you. When the two men left the club, you rushed outside. “gi-hun!” you shouted. Gi-hun and his friend turned around. “wait a second please” you asked before running back inside to grab you purse and jacket. “what does she want from you?” Gi-hun’s friend asked him. “i don’t know.” You rushed back outside. “i’m coming with you” you said smiling at gi-hun. “what the hell?!” his friend shouted. 

“fucking hoe stay away from him” He shouted at you. Gi-hun turned around to look at his friend. “what the hell dude?!” He responded. You just stood there in shock. “it’s alright.. i’ll just go” you said trying not to cry. Your turned around and started to walk off before someone tapped your shoulder. “i’m sorry about him...” it was gi-hun. “oh no it’s alright....” you said with a fake smile. 

“no it’s not. c’mon i’ll see if i can get you a drink somewhere alright?”

You actually smiled now and leaned in for a kiss. The two of shared a heartwarming kiss.

[chanandlersstuff]

Sunrise // P.05

Author’s note: Heres the chapter from last week, but better late than never. In a couple of hours I will post this week chapter. Here I present you Tes' boys, hope you like it.

Series Masterlist

It was sunday and if Tes got 5 hours of sleep in two days was a lot. It wasn't because she didn’t try or didn’t want to, it was because she had so many thoughts, so many scenarios playing in her head but none of them were a melody, a verse or something that rhymed. Her inspiration had run out or took a vacation, she didn't know.

-Tes, you spend the last two days sitting in front of this damn piano, for the love of god get up.- Alex told her. But she simply shakes her head. -Okay, that's it. XANDER COME HERE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT BEFORE I KILL HER.- The voice of her best friend echoe through the house.

Heavy steps sound from the stairs to the top floor and the blond hair of Xander appeared, his characteristic compressible eyes looking at her like they could see in her brain. He sat beside her and took her hand in his. -Why are you looking at the piano like that?

-I have to write something, anything.

-But the piano doesn't have the answers Tes. It has to come from here.- Xander taps gently on her head.

-I know. But it's empty.- Alex laughs.

-We know Tes, we are your friends. You didn't have to clarify.- Xander almost laughs and Tes flips him off. -You love me. -Alex wink at her and sit beside her.

-You have to relax. The more you push your brain to write a song, the worse it gets. Forget about it, no one is rushing you to do it. I'm your producer and I didnt even care about that. Do anything else that had nothing to do with writing a song and maybe the inspiration comes alone when you didn't even expect it.

-What do you say about watching movies the whole day and eating chunky food?- Alex wiggled his brows.

-I say yes to that.- She pointed to Alex. -And I say that I will give it a try to what you said.- She said looking at Xander.

-All right then it's all set. Movies and chunky food the whole day. Go shower while Alex picks something to watch and I order food.- Xander said and the three of them stood up.

-Every day I'm more sure that one of us had to be organized and I'm glad that that person is Xander, because if it had to be one of us Tes it would be disastrous.- Alex said, putting his arm on her shoulders.

-Forever grateful for your presence in our lives, Sir Xander.- Tes laughs and kisses his check. -Pick whatever you like, I don't care.- Tes disappears in the stairs and Alex and Xander share a knowing look.

-We have to do something about it.- Xander said.

-We can't do more than we are already doing and you know it. The healing process is long and hard, all we can do is be here for her. But she is way better than months ago, it's an improvement. Patience my friend.- Alex taps him on the shoulder.

-You are right. Let's go.- Xander starts walking.

-Oh my god, sait again that I didn't record it. You, the great Xander, said that I'm right, maybe these are my final days.- Alex said in a funny way and Xander just laughed.

An hour later the three of them were spread in the couches eating sandwiches from Subway and going through the channels. Tes was looking at her phone from time to time trying to be discreet but the guys saw her.

-Alex, please dude stop in a channel you are making me dizzy.- Xander complained.

-There's nothing to see. Some trashy movies, the same old repeat series and sports.- Alex’s voice was barely understandable thanks to his mouth full of food.

-We have almost every streaming platform, search for something there.- Xander walked to the kitchen.

Tes took her phone and did what Xander said while Alex left one channel. -Since when you watch races Alex?- Xander put three water bottles on the table.

-Since never, but it's the only interesting thing to watch. Besides, I can try something new.

-The only thing you have in common with those drivers it's that you drive at the same speed but they know how to do it while you are dangerous.- Tes smiles at him in a childish way.

After 15 minutes of fighting like little children on what movie they should watch and didn’t decide for any they went for the safe choice, Pirates of the Caribbean the whole saga. For three reasons, Xander and his forever drooling for Elizabeth Swan, Alex and his love for the scenarios and Tes and his endless crush on Johnny Depp.

By the time the second movie starts Xander had the third bag of chips, Alex was snapping pictures of them and Tes kept checking her phone. -I forgot to tell you.- Alex said and they looked at him with their brows raised. -One of the girls I photographed the other day is going to throw a party at some bar, do you wanna come?

-Yeah sure. I could use a night out. What do you say Tes?- Xander and Alex look at her but she keeps looking at the screen.

-No, thanks guys. But I prefer staying home.- These days Tes wasn't the party girl she was before, now she was more the stay watching movies type of girl.

-Come on Tes. We will be out for a couple hours, you could meet new people.- Alex stops the movie and looks at her.

-He's right Tes. You need to meet new people.- Xander said and Tes sighs.

-No offence but I don't need to meet new people, I'm fine with the ones I already know.- She gave them a sweet smile trying to end the conversation but they didn't understand it.

-Beautiful smile Tes but that doesn't count in this subject. You have us and Hope and that's it. You need to meet other people.- Xander told her in his dad mode voice.

-I already met someone new.- She said in a low voice making Alex and Xander look confused.

-Are you talking about that guy that Hope told me about?- Xander said and her eyes grew bigger.

-What did she tell you?- The party topic is long forgotten and the three of them are looking at each other.

-That, and I quote her, a tall handsome guy that looks like a greek god flirted with you and that you flirted back.- Alex looked at her amazed and Tes looked confused.

-Oh my god I swear that there is no person more gossip than Hope.- She hid her head in her hands.

-So you confirm the gossip? Awesome.- Both of them laugh but Tes groans.

-No, I don't confirm the gossip completely.

-So tell us your side of the story.- Xander encouraged her.

-Okay. I met him the day of the one year anniversary because we bumped into each other and he spilled his coffee on my hoodie. I bought him a new one and that was it.- They didn't buy it and she knew it. -And...I forgot my hoodie there, he took it and the next week he was there when I arrived. He wanted to give it back so asked Hope when I would be there to do it. Long story short he gave it to me and we talked a little.

Alex and Xander look at each other then look at Tes. She tried to avoid their gaze and that was a clear sign that something was missing in the story. -Tes…

-After he returned my hoodie we stayed there and chatted a little. When I arrived here inside the hoodie was his number written on a piece of paper and I texted him, that's all.- No one said anything. -He heard the nickname Hope gave me and that's why he was curious about it so that's the reason I stayed chatting with him that day outside the clinic.

Alex and Xander smile and Tes looks more confused. -And that's why you are checking your phone every five minutes.

-No it's not.- She quickly replied.

-You have his number and you text him. What about that?- Alex wiggle his brows.

-Nothing special. He wants to know why it's Rose and we talk about random stuff.- She said and they stayed in silence for a couple of minutes. -Wait, Hope said he looks like a Greek God?

-Yes. Does he?- Xander asked, curious.

-Does he what?- Tes didn't understand it.

-Look like a Greek God.- Tes pictures him in her brain.

-I don't know. I don't think so.- They nod.

-Did you text him one of those random thoughts you had in your insomnia nights?- Alex asked. The group chat they had was half filled with random texts from Tes, random photos and memes from Alex, shopping lists from Xander and one percent of serious messages.

-Nop, he texted me the other day about something and I thought it was three in the morning but in fact it was eight a.m.

-Why he text you at eight in the fucking morning?- Alex sounded surprised.

-Because he had a guess about the nickname, besides it was at that hour because he was on a business trip for work.- They nodded again.

-Fancy.- Xander whispered.

-I know, I told him that.- Tes whispers back.

-If he asks you on a date what would you say?- Alex's question caught her off guard.

-I don't know. I honestly don't know. Something inside of me says to me that he is trustworthy and he assured me of it but I don't know. That's something that didn't happen so I wont think ahead of time and make trouble that doesn't exist.

-That's okay and I agree 100% with you but at some point you have to start dating again.- Tes opened her mouth to protest but Xander held his hand up and she closed her mouth. -We know the story with your ex, believe me when we see him Alex and I are going to kill him, but that does not mean that you have to close yourself to the idea of ​​dating again. That's not something you had to do right now but think about it.- Tes nods and Xander kisses her head.

-Even if it goes against the type of friend I am, I agree with Sir Xander here.- Alex pointed at him. -But don't tell him that.- Alex whispers at her, making Tes laugh.

-Okay. Now we could keep watching the movie because the only guy I really want to ask me out is Johnny Depp but that won't happen so I am content with seeing him on the screen.

They laugh at Tes’ joke and play the movie again. The day passes by flying with lots of snacks, funny comments from Alex, Xander praising Elizabeth everytime her face appears on the screen (almost every time) and Tes having a great time with two of her favorite persons. The night comes and Alex and Xander go out to that party to have fun and Tes with the excuse of a quiet night that she would use for thinking.