#the ending is a bit of a mess but I just needed to crank something out

[wannabehockeygf]

Feels Like - Quinn Hughes

“We almost got away, we cut it close,

The city’s getting loud, if I choke,

It’s only ‘cause I’m scared to be alone,

Been trying to work it out you should know,

I would do whatever you wanted.”

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part 2 // quinn hughes x gracie abrams albums fic trilogy

part 1 part 3

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Summary: Quinn’s been up to no good, and it’s about time you find out.

Word count: 6.8k

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Warnings: cheating, alcohol

Notes:

- me saying I’m so busy and won’t have time then I crank this out in a day !!

- this was so heart wrenching to write …

- not proof read as always

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Quinn Hughes had a good head on his shoulders. At least, that’s what everyone always told him. Coaches, family, even the media—they all saw Quinn as the level-headed one, the smart one, the kid who knew what he wanted and went after it.

Except when it came to you. When it came to you, Quinn's head was anything but good. It was a mess—confused, conflicted, weighed down by the guilt that had been gnawing at him since last night.

Quinn ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. He sat on the edge of his hotel bed in Boston, staring at his phone like it was some kind of bomb he had to defuse. Your name was still at the top of his recent calls, your last text a blue bubble of worry and reassurance.

“Heading your way, Q. On a train. Didn’t book a flight because it was too much, but I’ll be there in the morning. I love you.”

He swiped out of the messages and into Instagram, his thumb hovering over the search bar. His heart pounded against his ribs, each thud a reminder of just how much he had screwed up. He was still in last night’s clothes, a blue Hawaiian shirt that Jack had bought him as a joke and black slacks that clung to him uncomfortably. He hadn’t slept; instead, he’d gone out, did so much more than emotionally cheat on you, and then spent the night pacing his room, trying to figure out how to make this right—how to fix something that might be beyond fixing.

His phone buzzed in his hand, a new message from you: “Quinn, are you awake? Call me when you see this.”

Quinn's stomach twisted. He could picture you right now, curled up on that train seat with your eyes heavy from lack of sleep, your hair mussed from running your hands through it too many times. You were coming all this way for him, despite everything. You were coming to see him even after he’d hung up on you. He felt a pang of guilt so sharp it made his chest ache. You deserved so much better.

He knew that. God, did he know it. But knowing it didn’t make things any easier. If anything, it made things worse, because he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t stop needing you. And yet, he was too weak to stop what he was doing—the other thing he couldn’t seem to stop needing.

His fingers hesitated over the search bar for just a moment longer before he typed in the name, quick and almost subconscious, like he was on autopilot. The profile came up instantly: smiling photos of her on some beach, her hair wild in the wind, sunglasses perched on her nose. She looked carefree, happy. The last photo was from a week ago, captioned with a simple heart emoji.

Quinn’s heart clenched. God, she was beautiful. And she made him feel things—things he didn’t feel when he was with you, his girlfriend, things that scared him as much as they thrilled him. She was everything you weren't: spontaneous, wild, a bit reckless. She didn’t make him feel like he had to be perfect all the time.

Which was probably why he’d ended up here in the first place.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to quell the guilt that surged up his throat like bile. He thought back to last night—the way she’d looked at him across the bar, her eyes dark and knowing, the way she’d smiled like she knew every secret he was trying so hard to hide. The way her lips felt against his, the heat of her breath, the sound of her voice when she whispered in his ear.

And then he thought about you. About your laugh, your smile, the way you looked at him like he was the most important person in the world. How you never hesitated to drop everything for him, even when it meant putting your own life on hold. Like right now. Like this very moment, when you were probably sitting on some cold, uncomfortable train seat to get to him because you thought he needed you.

He was such an asshole.

Quinn tossed his phone onto the bed, burying his face in his hands. He felt like he was being torn in two—one part of him screaming at him to get his shit together, to be the guy everyone thought he was, the good guy, the guy who didn’t screw over the people he cared about. And then there was the other part—the part that was scared, insecure, the part that wanted so desperately to feel something real that he didn’t care if it meant hurting the one person who had always been there for him.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, the word barely more than a sigh. What was he supposed to do? He didn’t know. He was in too deep, caught between two worlds that couldn’t coexist, caught between two versions of himself that he couldn’t reconcile.

He stood up, pacing the small hotel room, the carpet rough under his bare feet. His mind raced, thoughts bouncing around like ping-pong balls in his head. He couldn’t keep doing this. He had to make a choice. He had to choose.

But how do you choose between the girl who makes you feel safe and the one who makes you feel alive?

His phone buzzed again, and this time he couldn’t ignore it. He snatched it up, expecting another message from you, another plea for him to call, but instead, it was from the other girl. A simple text: “Had fun last night. When can I see you again?”

Quinn stared at the message, his heart hammering against his ribs. What was he doing? What the hell was he doing? He wanted to smash the phone against the wall, to shatter it into a million pieces, to shatter himself along with it. But instead, he just stood there, staring at the screen, torn between guilt and desire, between what he wanted and what he knew he should do.

“Quinn?” A voice called from outside his door, sharp and insistent. It was Petey, knocking lightly. “You in there, man? We gotta head out to practice soon.”

Quinn stood frozen in the middle of his hotel room, his phone buzzing persistently in his hand. The screen glowed with the picture of you he had made his lockscreen, and every time he looked at it his heart dropped. His stomach churned, a sickening mix of guilt and anxiety that had been gnawing at him for the good part of twelve hours. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the mess of curls that he hadn’t bothered to tame since last night.

Last night. God, what a disaster.

He could still taste the remnants of whiskey on his tongue, still feel the phantom touch of her lips against his. She had been all over him, pulling him in with that damn magnetic smile of hers. And Quinn, the idiot that he was, hadn’t done a damn thing to stop it. Now, standing here, he felt like he was drowning in the aftermath.

“Huggy?” Elias’ voice came through the door again, more insistent this time. “You good?”

Quinn glanced at the clock—barely enough time to get his shit together before practice. Not that it mattered. His head was so scrambled, he doubted he’d be of any use on the ice today.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to move. One foot in front of the other, like he was on autopilot. He tossed his phone on the bed and headed for the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face in a vain attempt to shock some sense into himself. The water dripped down his cheeks, and he stared at his reflection in the mirror, searching for some sign of the guy everyone thought he was. The guy who had it all together.

But all he saw was a mess. A guy who couldn’t make up his mind, who was screwing over the one person who had always been there for him. The guy who, deep down, was terrified that he was going to lose everything if he didn’t get his shit together.

He grabbed a towel and dried his face, then ran a hand through his hair again, trying to make himself look halfway presentable. But no amount of water or towels could wash away the guilt that clung to him like a second skin. He was stuck with it, like a tattoo he couldn’t scrub off no matter how hard he tried.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the word slipping out before he could stop it. He shook his head, running his hands through his hair once again, feeling the strands tug against his fingers. He needed to get it together. He needed to get out of this room before he went completely insane.

He grabbed his practice gear from the chair by the window, where he’d tossed it last night when he’d stumbled in. The memory made his stomach twist: the way he’d pressed the button to hang up on you, the way his thumb had hovered over it like it weighed a hundred pounds. And then the other girl’s laugh, soft and sweet in his ear, her fingers trailing down his arm as she whispered something he couldn’t quite remember anymore but knew had made him feel like he was floating.

Quinn pulled off his clothes, replacing them with a questionable smelling sweatshirt and gym shorts, his movements jerky and stiff like his body was protesting every step. He glanced at the mirror on his way to the door, catching sight of himself—his face pale and drawn, his eyes shadowed with fatigue. He looked like hell. He felt like it, too.

With a sigh, he opened the door to find Elias leaning against the wall, one brow raised. “Dude, you look like you got hit by a truck.”

“Feel like it too,” Quinn muttered, stepping out into the hallway. The bright lights made his eyes sting, and he squinted, wishing he’d grabbed his sunglasses. Or maybe he just wanted to hide behind them.

Elias clapped a hand on his shoulder, giving him a once-over. “Rough night?”

Quinn forced a smile, but it felt more like a grimace. “Something like that.”

“Yeah, well, better shake it off. Coach is on one today, and he’s not in the mood for anyone dragging ass.” Elias started down the hall, and Quinn followed, trying to push everything to the back of his mind. Practice. Focus on practice.

But his thoughts wouldn’t settle. They kept bouncing back and forth like a damn tennis match: his girlfriend’s face, her worried messages, the way she always seemed to know when he needed her without him even having to say it. And then the other girl—the way she made him feel like he could breathe, like he could forget everything for just a little while.

He clenched his fists as they reached the elevator, trying to steady his breathing. Elias was rambling about something, but Quinn couldn’t focus on the words. His mind was a blur, a mess of emotions that he couldn’t untangle.

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside, the metal walls reflecting their distorted images. Quinn caught sight of himself again and grimaced. “I look like shit, don’t I?”

Elias snorted. “You said it, not me.” He glanced at Quinn, his expression shifting to something more serious. “But seriously, man, you okay? You’ve been off for a while now.”

Quinn swallowed hard, his throat dry. How could he even begin to explain what he was feeling? How could he tell Elias that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between falling and flying, and he didn’t know which one he wanted more?

“I’m fine,” he lied, the words heavy on his tongue. “Just tired.”

Elias didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press. Instead, he just nodded, letting the subject drop as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open to the lobby.

They walked out into the warm Boston morning, the humid air biting at Quinn’s skin through his clothes. He shivered, shoving his hands into his pockets as they made their way to the team bus. He tried to lose himself in the routine, in the familiar motions of getting on the bus, finding his seat, putting in his headphones. But even the music couldn’t drown out his thoughts, couldn’t silence the nagging voice in his head that kept telling him he was screwing up.

He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes, willing himself to focus on the day ahead. Practice. Game plan. Not on the texts waiting on his phone, not on the girl he was supposed to love and the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about.

But his mind wouldn’t cooperate. It kept circling back, like a dog chasing its tail, never quite catching it but never stopping either. He thought about you, about the way she made him feel grounded, like he had a purpose. And then he thought about the other girl, about the way she made him feel alive, like he was on fire.

God, he was an idiot. A selfish, stupid idiot who didn’t deserve either of them.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the seat in front of him. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to choose between two things that felt like they were pulling him in opposite directions, like they were tearing him apart?

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out without thinking, his heart lurching in his chest. It was a text from you, and his stomach twisted as he read it:

“I’m here. Just got to the station. Can’t wait to see you.”

Quinn closed his eyes, a wave of guilt washing over him. You were here. You were here for him, because you thought he needed you. And maybe he did. Maybe he needed you more than he’d ever realized.

Quinn’s mind was spinning as the team bus rumbled through the streets of Boston, the city waking up around them in a blur of brick buildings and early morning light. He stared out the window, his reflection a pale, drawn ghost in the glass, looking back at him with tired eyes. The weight of his phone in his pocket felt like a lead ball, dragging him down deeper into the mess he’d made for himself.

He glanced around the bus, his teammates absorbed in their own routines—some with headphones on, nodding along to whatever music was blasting in their ears, others chatting quietly, their voices low and relaxed. Elias was beside him, scrolling through his phone, occasionally chuckling at something he saw. Quinn tried to mimic that ease, but his stomach was tied in knots, and every breath felt like it caught in his throat.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a position that didn’t make him feel like he was about to crawl out of his own skin. But no matter how he twisted or turned, the guilt was there, gnawing at him, a constant reminder that he’d messed up in a way that couldn’t be easily fixed.

His phone buzzed again, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip, his hand twitching towards his pocket before he stopped himself. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—look at it. Not yet. The last thing he needed was to see another text from you, filled with love and concern, when all he could think about was how he didn’t deserve any of it.

But of course, his brain wouldn’t let him rest. As much as he wanted to ignore it, your last message played on a loop in his mind: “I’m here. Just got to the station. Can’t wait to see you.” He could picture you standing there, suitcase in hand, maybe looking around for him, your eyes bright with anticipation. The thought made his chest tighten, a painful squeeze that sent a ripple of nausea through his gut.

He thought about how you’d always been there for him, how you never hesitated to drop everything and come running when he needed you. And now, here you were, doing it again, without knowing that he’d spent the night with someone else, that he’d betrayed the trust you’d placed in him so completely.

God, he was a piece of work.

Quinn shifted again, his knee bouncing nervously as he tried to focus on anything else—the pattern of the bus seat, the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, the hum of the engine beneath his feet. But everything came back to you, and the way he was going to have to face you in a few hours, knowing what he’d done.

A part of him—the rational, level-headed part that everyone always said he had—knew that he should come clean, that he should tell you everything and deal with the consequences. But the other part, the part that was scared and ashamed and desperate to keep you in his life, was louder, drowning out the voice of reason with a hundred excuses and justifications.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to look you in the eye and pretend that everything was okay, when he knew it wasn’t? But then again, how could he tell you the truth and risk losing you forever?

He pressed his head against the cool glass of the bus window, staring out at the passing streets of Boston. The city looked bright and sunny, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his mind. It was the kind of day that would normally have him in good spirits, maybe even cracking jokes with the guys. But not today. Today, he felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back.

The bus jolted as it hit a pothole, and Quinn’s head banged against the glass. “Ow, fuck,” he muttered, rubbing the sore spot. Elias glanced over from the seat next to him, eyebrows raised.

“You good, man?” he asked again, his tone a mix of concern and exasperation. Quinn knew Elias was just trying to help, but right now, all he wanted was to be left alone with his own stupidity.

“Yeah, just...headache,” Quinn lied, forcing a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. He didn’t know how to explain the real problem without sounding like the world’s biggest jerk. He wasn’t ready for the questions that would follow, the judgment, the inevitable “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Elias nodded, turning back to his phone, but Quinn could feel his eyes lingering, like he was trying to solve some kind of puzzle. Quinn wished he could give him the answer, wished he knew it himself. But all he had were a bunch of jumbled pieces that didn’t seem to fit together.

As the bus pulled up to the arena, Quinn grabbed his gear and followed the rest of the team inside. The familiar smell of a rink—ice, rubber, sweat—usually calmed his nerves, but today it just made him feel queasy. He trudged to the locker room, his legs feeling like lead, and sat down on the bench, staring at his skates like they might somehow offer him some guidance.

“Hey, Huggy,” Brock called from across the room, already halfway into his gear. “You gonna put those on, or are you just gonna stare at them all day?”

Quinn blinked, realizing he’d been sitting there for way too long. “Right, yeah,” he mumbled, pulling off his shoes and shoving his feet into his skates. The process felt mechanical, like he was going through the motions without really being there. He tied the laces tight, almost too tight, like he was trying to squeeze out the guilt that sat heavy in his chest.

As he laced up, his mind wandered back to last night. He remembered the way her fingers had grazed his wrist, the light touch sending sparks through his skin. He remembered the look in her eyes, that dangerous mix of desire and something else—something that made him feel like he was balancing on a razor’s edge. And then he remembered your text, the way your voice had sounded over the phone, so soft, so worried. The contrast made him feel like he was being split down the middle, two halves of a person who didn’t know how to be whole anymore.

Quinn dragged his skates across the locker room floor, the sharp blades scraping against the concrete as he walked to the bench. His hands moved on autopilot, grabbing pads, buckling straps, all while his mind replayed the same scene over and over again: your smile, your eyes, the sound of your voice. The guilt gnawed at him, relentless, like a dog with a bone it refused to let go.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Brock sidling up next to him until the guy was practically in his lap.

“You look like someone ran over your puppy,” Brock quipped, pulling on his jersey with a grunt. “What’s up with you today?”

Quinn forced a laugh, but it came out more like a wheeze. “Just didn’t sleep well, I guess,” he lied, his stomach twisting into another knot. Brock, bless his soul, nodded, accepting the excuse without question.

“Yeah, well, try to pull it together, man. You’ve got that ‘I just accidentally liked my ex’s Instagram post from 2017’ face.”

Quinn blinked, momentarily pulled out of his spiraling thoughts. “Is that...a thing?”

“Definitely. Don’t ask me how I know.”

Quinn couldn’t help but chuckle, a real one this time, and for a moment, he felt a little bit lighter. But the moment passed quickly, like a cloud drifting over the sun, and the heaviness settled back in.

He needed to tell someone. He really did, and he thought about telling Brock, someone a little older, with a little more experience, but he knew it wouldn’t go well. The man had a wife and kid, and admitting to him that he’s a cheater couldn’t go any way but sideways.

He finished gearing up, the ritual of it providing some small comfort, like if he could just get everything on right, he’d be okay. But as he stepped onto the ice, the cool air hitting his face, he knew it was only a temporary reprieve.

The practice rink the Bruins had given them was buzzing with activity, the sound of skates cutting into the ice, pucks clattering against the boards, the low hum of voices. Normally, this was his sanctuary, the place where he could clear his mind and focus on nothing but the game. But today, the rink felt like a prison, every noise amplified, every movement too sharp.

Quinn skated a few laps, trying to shake the feeling, but it clung to him like a second skin. He saw you in every reflection, heard your voice in the echoes of the arena. And every time, it was like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of him.

“Quinn! Heads up!”

He barely had time to react before the puck came flying toward him, and he fumbled to catch it, the black rubber slipping off the tip of his stick and skidding across the ice. A chorus of laughter erupted from the other guys, and Quinn forced a grin, trying to play it off.

“Nice hands, Huggy,” one of them called out, and Quinn gave a mock salute, his heart pounding in his chest.

As practice dragged on, Quinn found it harder and harder to focus. His mind kept wandering, and every time it did, it went straight back to you. He thought about the last time you’d visited him, how you’d spent the weekend curled up together on the couch, watching movies and talking about everything and nothing. He thought about the way you’d looked at him, like he was the only person in the world, and how he’d felt like the biggest fraud alive.

He thought about a few mornings ago, when he’d kissed you goodbye before heading to the rink, your sleepy smile still lingering in his mind. He hadn’t known then what he was going to do later, hadn’t known how everything would spiral out of control. But now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop replaying the night in his head, wondering how he’d let it happen.

The worst part was, he knew he didn’t deserve you. Not after what he’d done. But he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. And so, he found himself trapped, caught between his guilt and his fear, unable to move in either direction.

When practice finally ended, Quinn was the first off the ice, practically sprinting to the locker room. He needed a moment to breathe, to think, to figure out what the hell he was going to do. But as soon as he sat down on the bench, his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he knew without looking that it was you.

He stared at it, his heart in his throat, his fingers trembling as he reached for it. The screen lit up with your name, and for a split second, he considered ignoring it. But he couldn’t do that, couldn’t just pretend you weren’t there, waiting for him, loving him, trusting him.

With a deep breath, Quinn swiped his thumb across the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “Hey,” he said, his voice low, barely above a whisper.

Quinn swallowed hard, his heart racing as he heard your voice on the other end of the line. It was like a balm and a burn at the same time, soothing yet searing into him with the heat of his own guilt.

“Hey! I’m here at the station,” you said, sounding bright and cheery, completely unaware of the emotional storm that was tearing him apart. “I was just wondering if you’re on your way or if I should grab a coffee or something?”

Your words were so casual, so normal, that they felt almost surreal to him. He closed his eyes, the images of last night flashing like a movie reel against the backs of his eyelids—her laughter, the way she’d leaned in close, her lips brushing his neck in a way that had sent shivers down his spine. And then he’d see your face, smiling up at him with that same soft look you always gave him, the one that made him feel like he was exactly where he needed to be.

He forced a laugh, trying to keep his voice steady. “Yeah, I’m, uh, just finishing up at practice. I’ll be there soon.” The lie tasted bitter on his tongue, but he didn’t know what else to say. How could he tell you the truth? How could he explain that he’d been weak, that he’d betrayed you, that he didn’t deserve to have you waiting for him?

“Great! I can’t wait to see you.” Your voice was so full of warmth and excitement that it made his stomach twist. He could picture you standing there, probably wearing that old Canucks jacket of his that you loved, the one that was two sizes too big but somehow looked perfect on you. The thought made his chest tighten with an ache that he couldn’t shake.

“Yeah, me too,” he managed to say, his voice cracking just a little. “See you soon.”

As he hung up, Quinn let out a long breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. The guilt felt like a heavy stone lodged in his gut, pressing down with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. He dropped his head into his hands, fingers tangling in his hair as he tried to make sense of his own stupidity.

He should have never gone out last night. He should have stayed in, watched TV, gone to bed early—anything other than what he did. But instead, he’d let himself get swept up in the moment, let himself be led astray by a smile and a soft touch, and now he was paying the price for it.

Why couldn’t he just have said no? Why couldn’t he have just kept his distance, like a rational human being?

But no, Quinn Hughes had to be an idiot. A complete, utter, monumental idiot.

He glanced around the locker room, hoping for some kind of distraction. Most of the guys were still milling around, showering, changing, talking about the upcoming game, like it was just another day. Like his whole world wasn’t collapsing around him.

Quinn stared at the locker room ceiling, the fluorescent lights casting harsh, white beams that felt like an interrogation spotlight. The thought of meeting you at the station had his stomach in knots, guilt gnawing at him like a relentless beast. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to find some semblance of calm, but the images of last night wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Why did I do that? Why am I like this?” Quinn muttered to himself, rubbing his temples as if he could erase the memory with enough pressure. The smell of sweat and damp gear filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the sweet perfume that had lingered on his skin just hours ago. He grimaced, suddenly aware of how sick it made him feel.

His phone buzzed again. Without even looking, he knew it was another message from you, probably asking how long he’d be. He couldn’t ignore you forever, but he also wasn’t ready to face you. He needed more time—time to figure out what the hell he was going to say, time to gather the pieces of his shattered conscience.

With a groan, Quinn grabbed his phone and quickly ordered an Uber. The bus to the station was out of the question; the last thing he needed was more time to wallow in his guilt with nothing but his own thoughts for company. As soon as the confirmation buzzed through, he grabbed his gear, barely acknowledging his teammates as he rushed out of the locker room.

Within minutes, a car pulled up, and Quinn slid into the backseat, barely managing a greeting to the driver. He stared out the window as the city blurred by, the buildings and people blending into a haze of colors and motion. His reflection in the glass looked haunted, a man on the brink of losing everything.

His mind kept replaying the events of last night, a relentless loop of regret and self-loathing. He thought about the way he’d let himself be drawn in, the way he’d ignored that little voice in his head telling him to stop, to walk away. But he hadn’t listened. He’d let his guard down, let himself be led by his desires instead of his brain, and now he was stuck in a mess of his own making.

Quinn squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the images, but they kept coming—her smile, her touch, the way she’d looked at him like he was the only man in the room. It had been intoxicating, a rush he hadn’t felt in a long time. But now, it felt like poison, spreading through him with every thought, every memory.

He opened his eyes, staring down at his hands, noticing the way they shook. He felt sick, his stomach churning with a mix of fear and guilt. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have thrown away everything he had with you for a moment of weakness?

The driver made a comment about the weather, but Quinn barely heard him, his thoughts too loud, too chaotic. He just nodded absently, his mind a million miles away. He couldn’t focus on anything but you, waiting for him at the station, completely unaware of the storm raging inside his head.

The car finally pulled up to the station, and Quinn could see the throngs of people milling about, all of them blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil raging inside him. He thanked the driver and stepped out, his legs feeling like they might give out beneath him. With every step towards the entrance, his resolve weakened, the weight of his guilt dragging him down like an anchor.

There you were, standing near the entrance with your suitcase by your side, your face lighting up as soon as you spotted him. Quinn’s heart lurched painfully in his chest at the sight of your smile—so warm, so genuine, so undeserved. He forced a smile in return, even though it felt like a mask, a flimsy attempt to cover up the disaster he’d become.

“Hey, you,” you greeted him, your voice as bright and cheerful as ever. “I missed you.”

Quinn swallowed hard, the lump in his throat nearly choking him. “Missed you too,” he replied, his voice cracking just slightly. He leaned in to hug you, his arms wrapping around you with a desperation that he hoped you wouldn’t notice. But even as he held you close, the guilt gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the mess he’d made.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with those eyes that always seemed to see right through him. “You okay? You seem…off.”

“Yeah, just tired,” Quinn lied, his smile faltering for a moment. “It’s been a long morning.”

Quinn watched your expression as you searched his face, and he felt a pang of anxiety strike deep in his gut. He couldn’t remember a time when lying to you had felt so awful. You were the one stable thing in his chaotic life, the person who always knew him better than he knew himself. And now, all he could do was lie to you, feeding you half-truths like they were the easiest thing in the world. The guilt twisted in his stomach like a knife.

“I get it,” you said, giving him a small, understanding smile that made him feel even worse. “Traveling always wears you out.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, trying to muster a laugh that sounded more like a cough. He reached for your suitcase, needing something to do with his hands. “Here, let me grab that for you.”

As he lifted the bag, he could feel your eyes on him, studying him. He turned his head slightly, avoiding your gaze, afraid that if he looked at you for too long, he might break down right there in the middle of the station.

The two of you walked toward the exit, and Quinn’s mind raced, trying to find a way to change the subject, to steer the conversation away from any topic that might reveal just how messed up he was feeling inside. He felt like he was standing on a tightrope, trying to balance between the truth and the lies, between who he was and who he pretended to be.

“So, how was your trip?” he asked, hoping to sound casual, but his voice came out a little too high-pitched, like a teenager caught sneaking in past curfew. “Everything go okay?”

“It was fine,” you replied, glancing at him sideways, deciding not to tell him about the woman with the accent who preached how much men sucked. “Kind of boring, actually. I kept thinking about you.”

Quinn’s heart sank. Of course, you were thinking about him. You always were. And here he was, thinking about someone else. His stomach twisted with a fresh wave of nausea.

“Yeah?” He forced a grin, trying to keep the mood light. “You didn’t have too much fun without me, did you?”

You laughed, the sound like a melody he didn’t deserve to hear. “Not a chance. You’re the fun one, remember?”

Quinn managed a weak chuckle. “Yeah, right. Me, fun. That’s a good one.”

As you two stepped outside, the warm air hit him, and he took a deep breath, hoping to clear his head. The sunlight was blinding, making him squint as he tried to navigate through the crowds. He was grateful for the distraction, for anything that would keep him from focusing on the dark cloud hanging over his head.

Quinn tried to focus on the city around him, on the way the skyscrapers loomed overhead, their glass windows reflecting the blazing sun. He tried to lose himself in the noise of the traffic, the blaring horns and the distant chatter of people passing by. Anything to distract him from the overwhelming guilt clawing at his chest. He wished he could just disappear, sink into the pavement, and let the earth swallow him whole.

As you reached the hotel, Quinn fumbled with his key card, his hands shaking so badly he could barely swipe it. You gave him a puzzled look, and he managed a weak smile, hoping you couldn’t see the panic in his eyes. The door finally clicked open, and he hurried inside, dropping your suitcase by the bed.

“Home sweet home,” he said, trying to sound cheerful, but his voice cracked, betraying him. He turned away, pretending to adjust the air conditioning, but really just needing a moment to collect himself. The room felt stifling, the walls closing in on him, each breath a struggle.

You wandered over to the window, gazing out at the city below. “It’s a nice view,” you said softly, and Quinn’s chest ached at the sound of your voice. You were always so kind, so thoughtful, and here he was, lying to you every step of the way. He hated himself for it.

“Yeah, it’s… something,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the tension coil up his spine. He knew he needed to tell you, to come clean about everything, but the words felt like lead in his throat, heavy and impossible to get out. How could he explain something like this? How could he make you understand when he didn’t even understand it himself?

He took a step closer to you, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it. He hesitated, his hand hovering over your shoulder, before finally giving in and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You leaned back into him, and for a moment, he closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, feeling the familiar warmth of your body against his. It was almost enough to make him forget, to pretend that everything was okay, that he hadn’t completely screwed up the best thing in his life.

Almost.

“Quinn, are you sure you’re okay?” you asked again, turning in his arms to face him, your brows furrowed in concern. Your eyes searched his face, and he felt like you could see right through him, like you knew every dirty secret he was trying to hide.

“I…” He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “I need to tell you something.” His voice was barely a whisper, the words sticking to his throat like glue.

“What is it?” You tilted your head, looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and he felt like the worst person in the world. How could he do this to you? How could he destroy everything you had together?

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he leaned down and kissed you, hard and desperate, like a drowning man grasping for air. You gasped in surprise, your hands coming up to cup his face, and for a moment, he lost himself in the kiss, in the feel of your lips against his, soft and familiar and everything he didn’t deserve.

When he finally pulled back, he was breathing heavily, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You blinked, confusion etched across your features. “Quinn, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

“I messed up,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “I messed up so bad, and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even know if I can.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and Quinn felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He wanted to hold you, to comfort you, but he knew he had no right. Not after what he had done.

“I need you to know that I love you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I love you so much, and I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“What did you do?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Quinn took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he tried to steady himself. He knew he couldn’t keep lying, couldn’t keep hiding the truth from you.

You deserved better than that.

You deserved so much more than he could ever give you.

[essycogany]

Sonic As A Villain

I don’t have a name for him, but this is my interpretation of Sonic as a villain. Here’s a hint, imagine if you noticed it, but not through his personality.

I’ve seen many interpretations of Sonic as a villain and instead of having him be a Sonic but on a bad day like Scourge. Sonic but dark and more violent like in Sonic X. Or Sonic but insane like Fleetway or Chaos Sonic, let’s have something different.

Have you ever noticed how Sonic can always manipulate a situation? He does it a bunch when he fights or interacts with people. It’s almost never in a negative way, but it does come across as a bit prideful and egotistical. Usually everything ends up going his way or has to go his way.

I believe if Sonic was ever to be a villain, he’d be a master manipulator. Funnily enough Sonic barely ever lies about things in most continuities, but at the same time is able to trick people or bend things to his will whenever he needs to. I’d like to think a villainous Sonic would be perceived as a good guy. Like standing up for Tails, but instead of moving on and letting Tails join him, Sonic manipulates Tails into beating up the bullies who bullied him.

He’d make Amy feel as if she doesn’t need to fend for herself and tell her to rely on him whenever she needs help. Or tell Knuckles to never trust anyone or ends up not inspiring him, so Knuckles stays antagonistic and untrusting. He’d inspire people to be the worst versions of themselves. Therefore creating a toxic atmosphere. Ideas like that.

This Sonic would be one who’d not care about being famous or rule over anything like a dictator. He’s like normal Sonic in a sense that he goes by his own rules, but it’d be for the worst intentions. He also takes advantage that he’s fast and uses his speed as a weapon. Destroying homes, pulling pranks, stealing, messing up the ecosystem, and all that jazz. He might save the world if it meant he didn’t have to die. But he doesn’t care if some Egg-shaped scientist is destroying the world. As long as he’s not bothering Sonic, why should he care? If he does go against Eggman or any other villains, he’d most likely kill them on the spot. Not out of heroism, but just out of spite. He doesn’t like being bothered.

When he says he doesn’t mind being the bad guy, he means it literally. He’d lack the emotional depth Sonic has and be a caricature of the “Cool guy being a jerk” trope. He doesn’t care if he’s seen as evil or not. He just likes causing mischief. No tragic backstory for him. Sonic’s the way he is because he chooses to be. That includes when he’s the bad guy.

He could act like a good guy in front of a crowd, but in reality, he’s causing the issues people believe he’s saved them from. All you gotta do with an evil version of him is turn his best/worst attributes of his personality and crank them to 100. He doesn’t have to be wild and crazy about it. He’d be just as chill and laid back as normal Sonic. Except he enjoys the chaos around him. Unlike other evil interpretations he’s the most similar to normal Sonic. And it makes things so much worse when he causes problems.

This isn’t the perfect idea, but I do like the concept of Sonic but evil in a way that almost doesn’t change his morals/personality.

[jellitchi]

varigo lovely night animatic

i made this in a sickly haze.... i uploaded her to youtube as well feel free to check it out. under the cut is a Huge Ramble abt sum context / what happens In My Mind... also their Fancy ballroom fits n whatever

yk how theres a ball/fancy party or smth? yeah i needed stupid designs so i cranked these out might return and color them but i basically based varian n hugos design off of these just dressed down...

Anyways.

uhm i might write a Whole fic abt this with Oomf but uhm.

this takes place during the events of vat7k about a year after varian initially left, he returns to corona w his friends to find the library and rapunzel and eugene throw him a surprise birthday party. and in true disney character fashion, something horrible happens on his birthday. the gang gets caught witnessing / overhearing plans to assassinate the princess tonight. or maybe its gonna b a murder mystery party gone awry- havent decided. the group splits into two groups, the detectives and the protectors. yong and nuru are the detectives, theyre looking for evidence they can use to prove this has been planned for a long time. hugo n varian r tasked w making sure rapz n eugene done die sum horrible death as they hang out at the party. did i mention the party is The royal ball. so everyone is in stuffy/fancypants fits.

the whole running gag was gonna b rapunzel and eugene having like fifty near death experiences n its always like, Unknowingly. and hugo and varian r stressed out of their mind.

the reason varian n hugo r on Protector duty is coz theyre like Uhm. we're better at Improvising stuff. We can curve this and try n get the Killer to mess up and leave a trail for nuru n yong to go after.

anyways this animatic takes place a bit after like fifty attempts (cartoon ass flower pot almost crashes on their head, they watch someone spike their drinks and hugo runs over and drinks them both followed by an antidote varian just made, they walk through an archway and just barely miss the guillotine positioned above their head okay you get it just Silly cartoonish methods of assassination)

A Lovely Night takes place after Most of that so theyre very tired, the two get locked onto a balcony and r forced to kinda js Watch rapz n eugene hang out. varian takes a seat n is trying to sleuth out whos tryna kill his sister, he has an imaginary cork board w strings. hugo is kinda like "mann theyre kinda cute tgt. see two ppl locked on a balcony alone under the night sky would consider this romantic, goggles." n then Lovely Night!

uhm and the afterwards i think theres a figure approaching eugene and rapunzel so the two literally make a makeshift rope and throw themselves down the balcony to save them but boom they played into the assassinators plan! they were tired of varian and hugo getting in the way so they were js gonna kill em too. n then this is when rapunzel n eugene step in, n save them yeah and then they tell them everything and all is well and good and the assassins r behind bars...! Segment end....

[leighsartworks216]

Just A Trim

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I had this idea like this morning or last night, I don't remember. And then I was not physically/mentally able to write until the sudden Need To Write hit me and I cranked this out

When writing this, I noticed I kept making references to Tav being shorter, but bc I want this to be enjoyed by everyone, I took them out. Pls let me know if I missed any instances of it tho

Ending loosely inspired by this scene from Big Fish

Warnings: scissors, brief references to low self-worth, anxiety, pure fluff

Word Count: 1,287

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First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

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Astarion didn’t trust his hair with just anybody. Pulling on it during sex? Okay. Playing with it while cuddling? It takes him a bit to actually trust someone enough to enjoy it. Washing it? Absolutely off the table. Cutting it? Out of question, and he’d probably insult you for asking.

So when he came to you, frowning and grumbling, and struggled through grit teeth to ask if you would please help him cut his hair? That meant something.

You tried not to let your glee show as you dropped whatever you were working on and followed him into your shared bathroom. He plopped onto the edge of the tub like a pouting child who’d just got a good telling-to after misbehaving. He held the scissors up for you to take.

“If you cut my ears, darling, I’m going to make you regret the day you were ever born.” He glares over his shoulder as you step into the tub behind him, rolling up your sleeves and taking the scissors. “And don’t you dare do anything funny. All I need is a simple trim. I assume you’re capable enough to manage that?”

You smiled as he growled at you like an annoying customer. You lean down and gently kiss his cheek. “I promise I’ll only take a little bit off.”

There’s an unspoken conflict on his face. He’s not sure he actually wants you to go through with this… But he’s sort of out of options. Any salons nearby closed before the sun went down, and he definitely did not trust any of your past traveling companions to do the job. No. He’d just have to trust you. He sighs and faces forward. “Just… be careful.”

“I will, my love.”

It had been difficult to notice during the course of your adventure together, but his hair did grow. Not as fast as yours, but curls that delicately curled around the edges of his ears now almost completely covered them, like strangling vines. You’d heard him cuss too many times when a strand got caught in his earrings and tugged when he went to brush the hair from his face. The curl that lay persistently over his forehead now brushed his upper eyelid. Very frequently, he would huff and fight to push it back, with nothing to show for it.

With gentle, smooth motions, you combed your fingers through his hair. Your nails lightly scratched at his scalp, running from his hairline to the nape of his neck, and carefully untangling any knots all the while. You heard his quiet sigh, and saw his shoulders begin to relax. You pressed a kiss to his head.

Assessing his full head of hair, you figured out where to begin. You separated out a section, trying to determine how long it used to be, so you knew how short to cut it now. He tensed again.

“I’m going to start cutting it now, okay?” He hummed, short and anxious. You pressed a hand to his shoulder. “Relax, dear. I’ve got you.”

“It’s difficult to when you have the means to turn me into a glorified clown.”

“But I won’t.”

He sighed. “I know.”

You wait for him to relax again, and he nods slightly. You take the scissors to the first section of hair. With a shink, a small clump of hair falls into the tub. The sound certainly doesn’t fill him with confidence, but he trusts you won’t mess it up too bad…

You begin talking about your friends, about the letters they’ve sent lately keeping you updated with their lives. Apparently, Gale sent some interesting information regarding potential cures for his vampirism - though most of it was only on temporary remedies. “In good time,” you’d assured him when he groaned. Stepping into the sun again would be nice, but an end to his sanguine hunger would be better.

It takes a while to cut all his hair, especially with how meticulous you’re being. You give special attention to the hair around his ears, making sure not to nick him. You step out of the tub and in front of him while you cut the stubborn curl there, where you catch it before it can fall into his lap, and deposit it in the basin. He can’t help watching you then. You have such determination and focus on the task at hand. Only once the curl is trimmed do you actually see him staring, and you smile and peck his lips. He rather enjoyed that.

As you go through each section, you consistently run your fingers through his hair. It’s the most relaxing bit, and he’s certainly glad he asked you for this. He would die before Gale ever got his grubby mitts anywhere near his hair.

By the time you finish, his eyes are closed. He listens to your chatter, to the random tunes you hum, to the way you hold your breath as you make a cut. It’s rather peaceful, despite the underlying nervousness to it all. He can’t see himself. All he can hope is you make him look nice.

You brush your fingers through his hair to knock loose any stray strands. It falls like snow by your feet. Satisfied with your work, you begin running water for a bath, kicking the hair down the drain before you plug it to fill the tub.

“Done, love?”

“Mhm!” You lean around to kiss his cheek again. “You can take a bath, wash all the hair off, and I can get you some fresh clothes.”

He grins. He stands and turns to face you, taking your hands in his and running his thumbs along your knuckles. He’s worried, anxious, but he tries not to let it show. “How do I look?” he asks with a careful bravado, tilting his head to the side, chin upturned, like a haughty nobleman.

You let go of his hand to cup his cheek. He automatically leans into it, mask slipping ever so slightly to reveal his worry. “You look beautiful. I think I did a rather fine job.”

“‘Rather fine?’ Oh, darling,” he lilts, “for your sake, I’d better look the spitting image of perfection.”

“You always do.” It’s earnest. A solid fact to oppose the teasing of his words.

He cannot prevent the true smile that tugs the corners of his mouth as he leans in to claim yours, tasting and nipping and teasing with soft sighs of content. You are much too good to him, but he doesn’t say that out loud, lest you lecture him and treat him to endless spoils until he believes it himself.

He reluctantly pulls away, but his lips continue to brush yours. “Bathe with me.”

You open your eyes to study his face. “Are you sure?”

“Undoubtedly.”

A mischievous spark glints in the corner of your eye as you grin wickedly. “Do I get to wash your hair?”

He chuckles. “Don’t push it.”

You hum. “Would you wash mine?”

“Whatever you want, my love.”

“I want… to turn off the tap before our bathroom floods.” You pull away and he has to laugh as you wade through the water to stop the steady stream. The warm water reaches just below your knees. You sigh, but the annoyance is dampened by your grin. “Look what you’ve done - distracting me like that. Now my pants are all wet.”

“All wet?” He makes a show of looking you up and down. “I don’t know, love. I see quite a few dry spots.”

Without warning, he steps into the large tub, still in his own clothes, and grabs you, pulling you down with him into the water. Your laughter fills the house. Astarion has never been more in love.

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[theanimeroom]

I think shinichiro, wakasa and mikey (maybe baji) are fans of making a mess with their cum

let’s elaborate on this a little bit shall we 👁️🫦👁️

shinichiro definitely is our residential come dump. not only does he come a bare minimum of 2-3 times, there’s also so fucking much of it. if he’s not filling you up to the brim then he’s covering your stomach, chest, and face. yes, it covers the whole area. he doesn’t even bother cleaning it up before he’s shoving himself back in, another load already tight and ready in his balls. each time he comes he just smears it across your skin, the head of his cock and your lower tummy shiny with his release. as messy as it all is though he can’t stop the way his cock twitches, shaft already plumping back up for yet another round.

wakasa. wakasa wakasa wakasa. this man is a walking porno i swear. despite his height (i will NOT tolerate any slander about my short king 😤🫶🏽), he’s an ass man. he knows how much you love it when he comes in you, and he hates to break your heart, but the sight of your ass littered in his release does something to the man, what can he say. so what does he do? he pulls out the moment he feels the band in him snap. he quickly tugs on the shaft of his cock as he watches your skin get painted in white, the slight whine and shake of your hips only making his unrelenting cock even harder. he’s the type to massage his cum into your skin, kneading the globes with a sticky slap followed by a sadistic grin.

mikey wants to breed you, point blank period. if it’s not in you, he’s not coming. he thinks you look so cute wrapped around him, cunt pulsating as he made you come for the umpteenth time, so why wouldn’t he want to fill you with every drop of his come? the thought makes his balls tighten, slamming into your cunt with everything he’s got until your walls are painted in white yet again, a broken whimper falling from your lips. when he pulled out there was a glob of white following close behind, your hole clenching around air as it forced the release from inside of you. your pussy was slick and shiny with yours and his releases, mikey bringing two fingers down to spread your lips apart. the way it glistened in the bedroom light made him groan, watching as it spilled onto the sheets below, only adding to the list of things you’d need to clean after tonight.

and personally? i don’t know if it’s because i’m a whore for him or not, but baji is the messiest of them all. not only is he messy with his come, he’s messy with EVERYTHING. this man has immaculate stamina, so i imagine that he could easily crank out 3-4 orgasms in no time, but he never picks the same place to do it twice. once he’ll land on your ass, then the next your tits. he’ll fuck your face for a while before staining your pretty eyelashes with a little more, only to end off with him jerking his cock until he releases once more, this time on your cunt. it only mixed with the endless amounts of saliva he used as lubricant earlier while eating you out, even though you were more than wet enough to go without it. and don’t get me started on if you actually used lube, the man would turn it into a game of slip and slide before the night was over. at the end of it all you’d be sweaty and covered in come, body sticky and limbs weak as he leans over you, pressing at your bottom lip with his thumb to drop a little glob of spit in your mouth as a present <3

[marksmelodies]

switching my positions for you

idol chenle x fem reader

genre: fluff, bit of angst, smut

warnings: suggestive, kissing, mentions of sex, acts of sex

minors dni

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you and chenle had the day off today, which was the first time in so long that you both had the same day off, all you wanted to do was spend time with him. you woke up this morning and he was gone, leaving a note on the kitchen counter stating he went to the gym,once he got home he washed up and hopped on a game with some friends. you never wanted to seem clingy.. you knew chenle hated it but the truth is you are clingy you just hide it from him.

you and your boyfriend have very different love languages, chenle shows his love through gift giving and acts of service, you on the other hand needed physical touch and quality time,you understood that chenle had been busy for months on end with all the comebacks he’s participated in this year, that’s why you never bothered him when he would come home from work or spend his day off engulfing himself in things he likes such as gaming and watching sports. you just wished that he spent a little more time with you

he sits in his gaming chair with his headset on in your shared room every so often yelling at his teammates through the mic,you roll your eyes in annoyance as you sit on the couch with daegal

“ your dad is mean huh, he’s ignoring us” you tell the dog

finding things to do around the house only takes so long.. you’re out of things to clean or chores to do ,you gently open the door to your room causing no reaction from chenle as his eyes are glued onto the screen ,you walk behind him massaging his shoulders as he slides one side of his headset off of his ear

“ hey baby” he says looking up at you as you kiss his lips

“ hi le” you comb the back his hair with your fingers for a few seconds before grabbing clean clothes, as you undress yourself to get into the shower

a few hours have passed, you decided to cook dinner tonight

you hear chenle say his goodbyes as he logs off and walks out to the kitchen making your heart skip a beat in excitement,he approaches you snaking his hands around your waist as you chop up vegetables

“ hey”

you take a second to respond back to him

“ hi” you turn around smiling up at him

“ need any help my love” he asked

“ nope i’m all good here”

“ alright i’m gonna go watch the warriors game, it starts in five minutes” he says quickly pecking your lips as he pats your ass walking back into the bedroom

once you finish making dinner you decide to let chenle know the food is ready,walking into your room chenles lays on the bed shirtless with grey shorts as his arms are behind his head, it took everything in you to keep calm

“ dinners ready if you want it” you tell him

“ i’m not hungry yet, just leave a bowl for me in the fridge please ”

you give him a tight lipped smile and nod before closing the door on your way out,eating alone was something you hated yet here you are at the kitchen table eating your boyfriend’s favorite dish without him,eventually you had enough making your way to the room laying on the bed with him,you waited to say anything until a commercial came on

“ baby” you whine at him

“ hm” he looks at you rubbing your thigh

“ i’ve missed you”

“ i’m right here” he chuckles

“ yeah i know” you sigh

“ but i still miss you even when you are here”

he looks at you with furrowed brows, scooting you closer to his chest as he lays your head on it

“ you know i love you right?” he looks down at you

“mhm” you smile at him

as the game came back on his attention averted back to the tv,you scoot your body up a little kissing his collar bone inching up to the side of his neck,chenle says nothing he simply cranks his neck to the side allowing better access to kiss him as he hold your waist ,you lay back down on his chest tracing the outline of his abs and messing with the waistband of his boxers

chenle knows what you want it’s not hard to read you, he knows you like the back of his hand,he doesn’t say anything though, if you want him so bad you can figure out a way to get him yourself,he just sits there trying his best to focus on the game

“ babe can you turn the lights off there’s a glare on the screen” he asks

the room is now dark apart for the glowing tv in front of you enhancing your mood ever so slightly,continuing tracing shapes on his skin as your hand moves farther and farther down his body reaching his clothed dick,you crawl to the side of him taking off his shorts along with his boxers,his hardend cock hits his stomach as you begin stroking it with your hand

looking up at chenle as his eyes are on the screen watching his game as you lick his tip before wrapping your mouth around him bobbing your head up and down as you massage his balls

“ fuck” chenle whispers grabbing onto your hair as his eyes stay glued to the tv,before chenle can reach his high he pulls you off of his cock

“sit on it” he demands

making sure he can still see the tv you hover over his dick, back facing him as you sink down all the way

“ stay still for second baby don’t move yet” moving one of his hands up and down your waist

“ gotta tell the guys how well you treat me, letting me watch my game as you fuck yourself on my cock” he laughs bringing both hands to your hips slowly moving you up and down, moans escaping your mouth and you slam yourself into him

“ shit baby you’re gonna make me cum fast if you keep doing that” chenle exclaims, you turn your body around facing him as he plays with your titties,kissing him all over his shoulders and neck leaving slight marks where no one else can see them but you, you feel yourself tighten around him as you reach your high

“chenle” you moan his name,chenle reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear “ i’m right here baby, you’re doing so good for me, taking me so well”

chenle pulls you off his member as he tells you to get on all fours facing the tv,ramming his dick back into with no warning causing you to scream as chenle bottoms out,leaving trails of kisses down your spine

“ fuck baby i’m gonna cum” he says pulling out flipping you around so he can finish on your tits,watching chenle above you jerking himself off to reach his high, finally he get closer as strings of cum shoot out onto your body

“ fuckkk” he groans as you watch his expression as he hits his climax

“ you’re so pretty when you cum lele” you lean up on your elbows kissing his lips as he milks the last of his cum out from his dick

“ i can definitely say the same about you pretty girl”

he gets a damp towel from the bathroom as he cleans the mess he made off your chest

“ let’s shower yeah?” he suggests

after you finish getting dressed you walk back into the bathroom where chenle stands in front of the mirror doing his skincare routine

“ babe can i talk to you” you hoist yourself up on the bathroom counter next to the sink

“ of course you can” he moves slightly so that he’s standing in between your legs as they gently swing back and forth

“ dont get mad though” you say looking up at him

“ just say it y/n you’re scaring me”

“ sometimes it hurts my feelings when you come home from a long day at work or have a day off and you spend it playing video games or watching basketball instead of spending time with me, i’m not saying you can’t do any of it at all, i- i just wish you’d spend a little extra time with me because you want to and not because i beg you for it” you look down at the floor. chenle lifts your chin so you’re looking back at him again, “ i’m sorry baby, i never realized that’s now you felt”

“ i don’t want to seem clingy, it’s just that i strive off your touch and spending time with you and you alone, i don’t get many chances to be with you all day everyday and i don’t want to take the days i do get with you for granted”

“ all you had to do was tell me my love, i would never get mad at you for communicating with me, i think sometimes you forget that even though we’ve been together for a long time this is my first relationship, i’m still learning. i’m sorry if i don’t pick up on hints that you drop, sometimes i can be an idiot” he chuckles

“ it’s okay lele, don’t apologize. i love you so much”

chenle places his hand on the side of your face and the other one on your waist as he kisses you passionately

“ i get off early tomorrow, how about i take you on a date hm?”

“ i would love that lele” chenle picks you up walking you out to the kitchen as he heats up his food you made for him

“ you made my favorite?” he asks shocked

“ of course i did, you mentioned how much you wanted it yesterday” he smiles at you kissing you repeatedly

“ i’m gonna marry you one day” he says

“ you better, i refuse to get married if it’s not with you”

he laughs putting his hands around your head

“ and why’s that?”

“ oh come on chenle you know why”

“ i just want to hear you say it” he taunts

“ because no one on this very earth could ever compare to you” you walking out of the kitchen knowing you just inflated his ego

“ and don’t you forget it mrs. zhong” chenle says slapping your ass on your way out ,rolling your eyes you try and hide the smile creeping onto your face.now laying in bed entangled in each others arms you look up at him

“ you better get me the most expensive ring” you joke

“ ugh i forgot you love me just for my money” he jokes back

“ oh yeah totally, sorry to break it to you but i would’ve ran for hills already if that’s what i was after, i don’t think i could’ve handled your loud ass mouth”

“ hey that was mean” he sulks

“ i’m joking”

“ no you’re not”

“ yeah no i’m not” you both burst out laughing as you lean in kissing his lips

“ but i love you and your loudness”

“ thanks babe i love you and your big ass head”

“ chenle baby you have no room to talk” you shove him slightly

“ come here” he pulls you closer tickling your sides as you squirm trying to get out of his reach

“ chenle stop i’m going to pee myself” you laugh he lets you go as you take your chances pulling him into you tickling him back

“ hey that’s not fair you tricked me” he laughs his adorable laugh that you love so much ,you both settle down, silence falls between you two as chenle traces his finger on the side of your cheek, you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep

“ ever since i was a kid, i was always busy with work, whether it was in china or abroad, i don’t remember the last time i could genuinely just be a kid, i had to grow up really fast at such a young age, but then i met you, we were just two stupid teenagers at the time but i fell so in love with you. you made me feel like a kid again, so carefree, i didn’t have to have a certain image around you, i could truly just be myself, i’m so lucky that i get to have the relationship i always wished for with the only girl i ever wanted” chenle kisses your head

“ i’m so lucky to have you too chenle, all i ever want to do in this lifetime is make you happy” chenle cuddles up to you laying his head on your chest and you lightly scratch his back

“ in cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you and get you pregnant and have a bunch of mini y/n running around, i cant wait to build a family with you.”

“ i cant wait either chenle i wouldn’t want a family with anyone else, but you do know our kids are going to be carbon copies of you, your genes are too strong” you laugh kissing him

“ i know sweetheart i just said it to make you feel better”

“ i’m happy we’ll have little chenles all over the place, they’ll be so cute, hopefully they don’t come with your stubbornness”

“ hm i don’t about that but i know we will make cute ass babies”

“ one day lele one day”

“ yeah, i gotta put a ring on it first” he says as you look up at him

“ you’ve been talking an awfully lot about marriage lately, you sure you’re not hinting something?” you say

“ i dunno maybe” he smiles kissing your nose

“ don’t play like that chenle” you yawn as you turn around and chenle does the same

“ goodnight my love”

“ goodnight sweet boy”

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i LOVE writing for chenle so much!! thank you for reading <3

[gingerjunhan]

xdinary heroes on valentines day

☆彡 happy Valentine’s Day everybody!! Sending you all so much love❣️

word count: 1019 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: eating, pet names (pretty, baby, beautiful), “the rizzness,” a single swear word, drinking, lmk if I missed something!

goo gunil

way too excited (pt. 1)

Gunil is pouring his love out to you in literally any way imaginable

like, look me in the eye and tell me this man wouldn’t put his jacket over a puddle for you to walk over 👁️👁️

fancy dinner

flowers

the works

it’s over the top in a romantic way, not in the decor and hearts type of way

“I love you every day, you know that right? Not just today.”

holding your hand across the table and looking lovingly into your eyes SISNSKSND hold me down

gets you an extravagant gift that you insist that he shouldn’t have gotten you but he literally does not care

showers you with compliments and affection 🫶🏻

he’s been planning this for weeks, it has to be perfect

he shows up at your door, flowers in hand

and when you open the door to greet him he just

melts

“You look… stunning.”

UGH GOO GUNIL ONE CHANCE 🧎🏻‍♀️

he can’t keep his eyes off of you

he’s head over heels, falling in love all over again

kim jungsu

Jungsu strikes me as the type to love love, so he’s so so so happy

he finally has an excuse (not that he needs one) to shower you with so much love and affection that you feel like you’ll be sick of him by the end of the day

really thoughtful date!!

if this is your first Valentine’s Day together, maybe he’ll take you back to the spot where you had your first date together 🥹

the sweetest softest boy ever!!

matching outfits are a must

“You look so pretty, baby!!”

the brightest smile when he looks at you

you know the one he gets when his eyes sparkle?

yeah, that one

keeps you close all day

like, don’t lift a finger because he’s doing everything for you

gotta show his baby how much he loves and appreciates them!

cheesy couples photos

cute gifts

lots of chocolate and sweets

Jungsu goes full out on Valentine’s Day and you can’t tell me I’m wrong

kwak jiseok

Jiseok is a little nervous because it has to be perfect

if he messes something up today, it’s over 💀

stresses the whole week beforehand to get everything planned

but when the day comes, it’s nothing short of perfection

dinner at your favorite place

a cute couples activity

like pottery painting or something

the smile never leaves his face

he feels so lucky to be spending this day with you, and he won’t let you forget that!

“I’m so glad we can do this together. I love you so much.”

sneaking kisses any time he can

and then giggling afterwards

he is at your every whim

you want ice cream? let’s go right now

getting out your wallet to pay for dinner? it’s on him

your wish is his command

Princess Treatment™️ all day for suuure

cute little gifts like a stuffed animal and some flowers or chocolates

at the end of the night, he lets you know how much fun he had!

god, he loves you so much he thinks he might explode 💥

oh seungmin

bro is cranking up the rizzness to levels you’ve never seen

the epitome of being a gentleman

fancy restaurant reservations

fancy outfit

hell, he probably bought you your outfit as a gift (your first of many today)

huge bouquet of flowers

if I could describe the evening in one word: expensive

bro is not cheaping out on this day

no no no

“Only the best for my baby.”

he PAMPERS you

soft gazes and gentle smiles

whispered praises whenever you get a moment alone

intertwined hands at any moment

if he doesn’t tell you he loved you or remind you how beautiful you are at least 10 times today he’s failed

multiple expensive gifts just because he can

someone help this poor man’s bank account

after your fancy date, things die down a bit

a relaxing evening at home

maybe a couple of drinks

face masks? why not

light some candles, pour some wine, and turn on a movie to finish up the evening

han hyeongjun

believe it or not, he’s feeling confident!!

it would be stereotypical, but the day would go smoothly

a sweet, handwritten card

a small bouquet of flowers

a box of chocolate

you can go to dinner if you want

or he could make you dinner! it’s up to you

I feel like Hyeongjun would shine in the gift department

like,, you are definitely getting something handmade!

he would make you a card out of crayons, construction paper, and glitter glue and you better LOVE IT 🫵🏻

sorry I got excited

he struggles a bit with showing affection, so he would use Valentine’s Day to make it up to you in a way?

does he follow the typical setup of the day? yes

but do either of you mind? no!

“I know it’s not much, but I just wanted to show you that I care about you.”

he sticks close by all day, trying his best to be a little more affectionate than normal

he would try to pack in the complements too

he tries his hardest, and it’s great!

overall, you have a really nice day full of love and thoughtful messages and gifts

lee jooyeon

way too excited (pt. 2)

cheesy decorations

giant teddy bear

rose petals

way too many candles

the works

he would definitely be the type to fill your bedroom with heart-shaped balloons and cover your bed with rose petals 💀

it’s cheesy, but he doesn’t care because he loves you

gives you all the sweet little treats a person could ask for

he would attempt (keyword: “attempt”) to bake you a cake

it’s the thought that counts, right? 🫶🏻

he gives me stay-at-home date vibes!

all your favorite snacks and candies are laid out for you, and your favorite movie/show is already cued up for you to watch

“I got all of my favorite person’s favorite things!”

he’s clinging to you

like, you might as well be wearing the same shirt

it’s a very chill evening full of sweet kisses, warm hugs, and lots of love 🫶🏻

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[smokescreenimusprime]

Hello again! I've been scrollign through some of your older au's and just- I need more GoD. I want more possible younger/older brother relationship between Smokey & Predaking, even though technically Smokey's older(he's the little brother, he's definitely more immature than Preds). Also, I have to ask: What did happen when Soundwave tried to groundbridge him off the ship?

I wanna see possible Smokey & Preds saving the other Predacons, or if they're not able to, for at least a bonding moment with Smokey comforting Predaking after he's lost his siblings. I wanna see the reactions of the team to the anonymous helper, sending them decepticon info and nothing else. I wanna see their reactions to the supposed ghost, haunting Darkmunt. I wanna see if they blame themselves. Do they think they should've been nicer to him? To the basically kid, who gave up his life to give them the chance to end this war? Who never got the chance of seeing his home planet not plauged by war and destruction? Do they blame themselves for his spark not being able to rest, supposedly stuck here on earth, not let into the allspark and haunting the ones who killed him? Do they blame themselves for his death? Do they?

W E L L >:DDDDD

with Soundwave, this was something inspired from when Smokey yote himself off the Nemesis. Specifically how when he was falling, he ended up turning the Shifter off before he was about to fall through one of the portals only to get knocked aside by Megatron

(does this kinda contradict the S2 finale and how Smokey snuck back in canon? Maybe, but to be fair 1) that part of canon doesn't exist anymore, 2) the Phase Shifter is a little broken and doesn't work the same way anymore and 3) canon broke the logic first so Therefore I'm legally allowed to do the same)

anyways, why Soundwave doesn't talk about it

just. Smokescreen cranked up his Vengeful Ghost Factor to 20. When Soundwave tried ground bridging him off the ship, he simply kept slowly walking toward the mech, straight through the portal as if it didn't exist in the first place. He was relentless in his following, but also very very careful to never be fully in sight. Aside from a few slow following attempts, Smokey just stayed in the walls and floor around him. He'd hide in the floor and grab at his feet, gently brush his hands on his plating when he found him in the halls, would seek our and destroy any and all security cameras he could to make Soundwave just a little bit more blind

Soundwave doesn't mess with Smokescreen very much after that

but on a completely different note, you're absolutely right, Smokey and Predaking have SUCH sibling energy. Smokescreen talks for hours about anything and everything, but Predaking's favorite stories are the ones Smokey read in the Archives. He loves learning about Cybertronian culture, art, history, all those beautiful things which he never had a chance to experience himself. He's also fiercely protective of the smaller bot, and sure said protection is unnecessary on account of the whole He's Already Dead thing (at least to his knowledge), he can't help it

the two also like to go on long flights together. Smokescreen will hitch a ride on Predaking's back and they'll soar through the atmosphere together, nothing but the wind holding them back and gravity bending to their whims. These flights also serve as good secure places for them to talk without any of the Decepticons hearing them since whispering directly into Predaking's ears can get a little tiring for simple conversation

it's actually during one of these flight trips that Smokescreen tells Predaking about the Decepticon's plans to kill the other Predacons, at which he understandably flips his absolute SHIT. He's about ready to go on a fucking rampage and sets a good deal of the sky on fire, and it's only through some very desperate convincing on Smokey's part that the mech doesn't fly back to the Nemesis right that instant and tear them to shreds

so they come up with a plan. Predaking will distract the Autobots and keep them away for long enough so Smokescreen can use the phase shifter to get them all to safety by leading them deeper into the tunnels. Then they'll use the CNA and Synthetic Energon being stored to blow the place sky high so the Decepticons think the Predacons are dead and that they have Predaking's loyalty secured

I'll admit, I'm not too sure where exactly to go from here in terms of that specific plot thread. My best idea right now is Smokescreen hacking the Decepticon Groundbridge controls and stealing energon to keep them all fed which he simply disguises as his usual Ghostly Shenanigans. Predaking definitely affectionately call him their "Preda-prince" but given how close the two of them are it's basically official and he's considered a Predacon in all but frame by all of them

and Y E S with the Autobots. Wheeljack's account of this "ghost" is enough to raise some eyebrows. After all, he isn't a superstitious person, and the fact he's not that skeptical about it..... well, that's a little weird already

and oh boy, wouldn't it be fun if when they tried to take down Darkmount, Smokescreen ended up giving them some help behind the scenes :)

and honestly, the aftermath of that is going to be painful, for both groups. Smokescreen because as much as he desperately wants to reunite with the other Autobots, he can't deny that being behind enemy lines like this could be SUPER useful. He could feed the Autobots information, interfere with the Decepticons plans and technology, lower their morale to make them easier opponents......

it's too tantalising to give up because the Autobots need every advantage they have, especially now, so he decides to pay dead for a little while longer

but of course....... the Autobots are still completely under the impression he's dead. The guilt is all still there, and the fact it seems Smokescreen's spark is lingering in such a wrathful way? That despite everything he's done, the ultimate sacrifice he gave, he's been trapped and tethered to this plane of existence and not allowed the relief of the Allspark

it tears them apart inside :)

[caspersickfanfics]

sad writer rambles under the cut, feel free to ignore !!

it really messes with my head that i used to get so many more interactions on my old blog(s). not just likes, but reblogs and asks were much easier to come by.

and look— i know, logically, that there are so many explanations for this that have nothing to do with the quality of my writing.

i had more followers then, so i'd established myself and managed to find my audience. rationally, i think this explains a good part of it!!!

i was writing for different fandoms, too, so audience demographics were different - maybe people in those fandoms had more time, back then, maybe there were simply more fans to cater to, maybe the culture of those fandoms was more interactive generally.

this website was very different then! that was over 5 years ago, of course things have changed. internet culture as a whole has changed drastically!

probably other things that haven't even crossed my mind!

i'm writing this list out to try to persuade myself - because it feels like no amount of reason can actually convince my brain. my brain thinks it's all because my writing has gotten worse. it's sooooo frustrating. and it's not like people haven't expressed that they like my writing recently!!! they have!!!!!!! and i always hold those kind words so close to my heart, and i go back to them frequently.

but there's always this little voice in my head that wants me to think even those very, very kind people could be lying to me, just saying things to be nice, whatever. and then i feel awful for doubting anyone!!! i know it isn't productive or fair!!! but i don't know what to do about it, and i need to do something about it because this is the exact kind of thinking that gives me writer's block, and i'll do a lot to avoid that.

i know this comes from my own insecurities about writing, at least. they're not new, exactly, but they didn't used to be so intense or constant. so i'm not sure how to stop feeling insecure about my work all the time. i didn't used to care about interactions so much, either, because i'd write stuff that i liked to read - so even if other people didn't like it, i did. i keep trying to do that; i'm writing fandoms i love, fics i want to read, etc., but it just never seems to work. i'm always disappointed with what i end up with. maybe, rather than getting worse at writing, my expectations for myself have risen, but my abilities haven't.

i've ended up in this weird headspace of - i could crank out low-quality fics so quickly if i didn't care about them and they'd probably get similar interactions and i'd be less disappointed with myself because i'd have lower expectations at least 😂 or maybe i should take more time with my fics in the hopes that i actually improve to the point that i can be even a little bit happy with what i create.

if anyone does have thoughts/suggestions, please feel free to share! i really am looking for solutions here - i've mulled this over myself for so long and come up empty, so new input is definitely welcome!! if anyone reads this and has nothing to say, that's also absolutely okay. it was helpful for me to write this, already, just to get some thoughts out, and tomorrow i'll look it over again and see if reflecting on it after some rest can help me figure things out.

[fluffyseapancakes]

Day 13: Blush

Another Crush fic! I hope you like this one (even though the grammar’s all over the place). 

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After that one night you got tipsy and told your crush that you like being tickled, they have made it a personal mission to endlessly tease you about it. A poke in the side when you made a bad pun, saying the word “tickle” a little too often, and even going as far as to tickling your ribs when no one was looking. You were always able to conceal your reactions from your friends by hiding a squeal with a cough or not flinching at the dreaded word (even though you were dying inside), but you admit, you were having fun with this. Until your crush decided to crank it up a notch. 

Every Friday night you and your group of friends gathered at your apartment for a movie night. Usually it ended up with everyone chatting rather than watching a movie, but it’s always a good time. 

While one of your friends was ranting about an unfair grade that her professor gave, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You pull it out and see that it’s a text from your crush who is sitting across from you. You glance up at them with a quizzical look and open the text. A tickle gif pops up: 

You blush furiously and close the text, looking around to make sure that no one else saw it. 

Buzz.

You open up another text from your crush. 

Wouldn’t it be so fun if I pinned you down right now and wrecked you? 

You feel your face burning up even hotter. 

“Y/N, you okay? Your face is really red,” one of your friends asks you with concern. 

“I-it’s nothing, it’s a bit warm in here,” you stutter out a lame excuse. 

“Really? It’s not that warm,” your crush calls out with a grin on their face. 

“I’m going to get changed really quick,” you quickly stand up and head to your bedroom. You put your hands against your cheeks and quietly pray for them to cool down.

“Having fun?” Your crush follows you to your room, stopping at the door and waiting for permission to enter. You glare at them, but motion them inside and you both sit down on the bed. 

“Why do you tease me so much?”

“Because it’s fun,” they chuckle, “and you need to smile more often. But I can stop if you want.”

You blush again and shake your head, “it is fun, I’m just not used to being the one getting teased.” 

Your crush laughs and pats your head, “well you better get used to it because I’m not stopping anything soon.” 

You playfully stick your tongue out at him with a smile, “Now get out, I need to actually get changed or our friends will think something’s up.” 

Your crush laughs and heads towards the door, “Make sure you wear something I can tickle you in,” they wink and walk out, leaving you once again, a blushing mess. 

[fantasyinvader]

So now that G-Witch is over (and I finally ordered a HG Aerial), is it a step up from Gundam IBO? I feel like G-Witch is the better show, but IBO is the more important one. I’ve been saying this since the first season, so much of G-Witch felt like it was done in response to IBO. IBO, on the other hand, felt like it was taking the hypocrisies of the Gundam franchise to their absolute limit.

The franchise wants to say “war is hell,” but also wants to market model kits of cool robots. We occasionally get bits on how war can mess kids up, but at the same time the franchise uses the war as a means to mature it’s protagonists. It usually wants to use a grey vs grey war setting, but at the same time the narrative wants us to support one side over the other. The enemy must be stopped, but it’s meant to be grey because the other side are just guys fighting for what they believe in and some of their commanders aren’t complete shitheads (though the upper echelons are another story). So while the “bad guys” are defeated, the good guys will talk about the need for “understanding” despite them having unstoppable killing machines. Violence is okay when the good guys do it, especially if they don’t kill the enemy pilots. It’s okay for the good guys to use illegal weapons, even if we condemn the enemy for using the same weapons. Worldbuilding fluff is often left out of the show, told in side-materials, despite how it could help us better understand the conflict (though that gets in the way of the narrative). And the whole not repeating the past thing is a joke considering we either base events on real wars or reuse the Universal Century timeline.

I mean, you can look at something like SEED and see how these things can be problematic. Old interviews with Fukuda have him saying things like he wanted to make it like super robot shows of the 70’s, the mold Gundam tried to break out of, or how things were done simply because they were cool. That got to a point where SEED was being deconstructed in crossover games and 00 was made with the intent, according to it’s director, to examine what happens when you fight to end fighting, something that was a major part of SEED’s morality later on (though Fukuda himself has dismissed this, saying that Kira fights during Destiny for a world where there will be conflict because that’s needed for people to grow and the Destiny plan would have eliminated conflict). Yet people believe SEED is emblematic of Gundam, and that 00 deconstructed the entire franchise in it’s first half.

IBO intentionally cranked the hypocrisy up to 11, made it’s main characters the villains in the eyes of history and punished them for their crimes while saying more people needed to question them (the creators backed this up0. It’s lost on a lot of people, but damn, that takes some balls. You really can’t go back to Gundam as normal afterwards, you need to be conscious of what messages you are sending out.

IBO sounded the alarm on what Gundam had become, G-Witch fought for the franchise’s soul. That's the way I see it.

Still would rather rewatch Witch though, because it doesn't drag like IBO did and the animation is way better.

[eridan-amporaa]

Also I wanted to like- speculate/discuss on what these guys' Sylladices and Strife Decks would be (Strife Decks will be in a separate ask bc uh. This got long lol)

Streber - wire puzzle, to fit with his love of inventing. When Streber attempts to take an item out, he will be presented with a mess of wires he needs to connect to the right nodes. When solved, he gets the item

Radford - movie trivia. Simple enough, though has comedic potential if someone else tries to use it and is immediately stumped by some b-movie horror knowledge only Radford knows

Ross - I feel like Ross would go for something straightforward, like Array. However if he or his dad are musicians I could see him having a Simon Says-like Modus where the card plays a string of notes and Ross has to copy them back

Roy - idk why but I see him having something money-related, probably bought by his parents. My idea is that he can "deposit" items freely, but to take them out he needs to either pay for it with money or an item of equal or greater value to the item he wants to take out (there'd be an "eject all" button that spits out both the items and any deposited money so it's not like, completely impossible to access anything). Roy swaps this out with a far less convoluted Modus the first chance he gets lol

Robert - idk why but I feel like he'd go for one of the board game ones? Like Jenga or Operation. Something simple, but fun

Speaking of the board game Modi... I imagine similar to Jade's grandpa, Pump and Susie's parents got them a bunch of board game Modi for Christmas, and the two just picked their favorites

Susie - Pictionary. Easy enough and fits with her love of art, even if it's a bit obtuse at times

Pump - Ouija. Works like Aradia's, just in English. Due to his connection to Heir of Light Skid, to Eyes, or both, the spirits usually end up giving him what he wants, making it a relatively easy Modus for him to use

Skid - I had a bit of trouble coming up with something for Skid, because I wanted to have it be spook-related in some way while not just giving him another Ouija board. I then realized... Maze Game Modus! Skid drags a dot through a maze, and when he reaches the end he gets his item. If he fails the maze a loud scream will play, and sometimes he intentionally fails just to hear it. It's based off the Scary Maze Game :>

Sometimes Skid and Pump also swap Modi for fun!

I couldn't come up with anything for Kevin or Ethan, unfortunately. Maybe Kevin could have like a gumball or capsule machine Modus, where he turns a crank and gets a random item, but I have no idea what to do for Ethan

i love all of these!! maze game modus is so funny to me actually

i think kevin would prolly have an array modus actually, eventually his terrible luck using any fun-ish modus would get the best of him i think ;u; maybe he'd get the gumball one back postgame but its just not practical when you have the worst luck on in paradox space lol

ethan... hm. not really sure what he'd use, prolly something spooky. maybe something based on excavation? he canonically collects bones in the forest so it kinda fits. like. big block o dirt/stone wtvr pops out and he has to break it open. maybe he'd have some sort of tool to help with that (chiselkind?) in his strife deck just to be safe

ross would prolly have a music-based modus, yeah. i made one up kinda recently (its what i would use lol), melody modus! each item is assigned a short tune which you have to repeat to get something out. you get to pick the tune, tho. i can see him using video game songs for it - zelda theme, green hill zone, white space... megalovania-

rob could get the memory modus, i think hed be good at that one

roy would prolly end up borrowing a spare modus from susie - prolly jenga modus, seems abt right

[spookyceph]

Salt, Sugar, Heat Ch. 4: Overtime

Words: 1,741

Summary: Anywhere can be paradise when your home is hell.

Content Advisory: Sexual references through dialogue

It struck Touya as funny that someone who was basically a giant walking shadow could still have a normal one too. When Kurogiri’s fell over him, he looked up from the game on his phone.

“What’s happening, boss?”

“It is past noon, Todoroki Touya. By the looks of things, the lunch rush has died down. The others should have everything well in hand from here on.”

“Yeah, I already clocked out. Just thought I’d stick around for a bit. Admire the scenery since it’s such a beautiful day.”

Kurogiri surveyed the back lot. The buzzing cloud of flies hovering around the trash bins. A panting stray dog trotting by in the alley. The rickety patio furniture Touya lounged on.

“I see. How is your family doing?”

“Oh, you know. Still fucked up beyond all comprehension. Same old, same old.”

“Nothing immediately pressing, I hope?”

“Nah,” Touya lied.

The ghosts of a million sage but stern lectures haunted Kurogiri’s pause. “What do you make of our latest recruit?” was what he said instead.

“Looks like he hasn’t been outside his basement or eaten anything other than instant noodles for ten years. But…”

“But?”

A pale face pinched with worry that couldn’t quite snuff out the gleam in blood-red irises. Those same eyes watching his every move at the oven. A lanky frame scrambling to jump at orders the instant they were given.

Touya turned back to his phone. Just on the off chance a smile slipped out and ruined his reputation. “He threw himself into everything. Didn’t just stand around and wait for me to give him something to do. Helped clean up to the very end. Never complained once.”

“Ah, so you’re saying he performed admirably.”

“I’m saying he’d give his left nut for a scrap of approval from anyone. But under the desperation there might be the makings of a spine. If he doesn’t crack in the next month, he might turn into a decent baker.”

“You’re a harsh taskmaster, Todoroki Touya.”

“I’m also right.”

That earned a classic Kurogiri sigh. “I trust your instincts on this matter. However, please be mindful of how difficult it is to be a beginner. I feel it’s all too easy to forget past struggles in one’s current confidence.”

Touya twirled a hand. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll dispense a few head pats between lashings, okay?”

“My thanks. Do pass on my regards to your mother and siblings when you see them.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

He waited until he heard the back door shut with a polite click before putting his phone away. The heat of the sun weighing down on him already rivaled the oven’s. He wanted to rinse off with a cool shower. Crank up the air conditioning. Snuggle into his futon for a well-earned rest. Luckily, he was used to denying his wants and needs. Touya stood, took a spine-popping stretch, then wandered inside to fuck with the others.

The rush of running water between the clatter of pots and pans drew him to the sink and his first target.

“Yo, Jin. How’s it going?” He draped an arm around the other man’s neck since getting one all the way across his shoulders was too much of a pain.

Jin turned his head enough to glance at him through the eyeholes of his red costume hoodie’s zip-up mask. Some super sentai thing by the looks of it. “Just finishing up this last round of dishes then I’m taking a lunch break. Look at the mess people left on these plates! Customers are fucking animals! What about you? Aren’t you dead on your feet yet?”

“Story of my life.”

“Let me take your scrawny ass to the gym sometime then! Your old man take leave off of work or something?”

He could probably see shit out of the silly hoodie, but Jin didn’t miss much else. “Shōto is about to start applying for schools. So Enji’s hanging around the house like a fly buzzing around shit.”

“Aw, that sucks. You get to live in a mansion, you prick!���

“Yumi’s a teacher, Natsuo’s almost a doctor, my kid brother’s all set to get into a prestigious school…” Touya heaved a sigh and pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “Guess I truly am a failure. How will I ever bear the shame?”

“You could always write a tell-all memoir. Marry a scandalous celebrity! Or, I dunno, man. Just keep making kick ass bread. No, become a porn actor! If you can’t be a gold star, be a red flag!”

Touya let his arm down and slapped Jin on the back. Winced. The guy really was built like a pro. “I’ll take those into consideration.”

“Hey, are you headed out front? Would you mind asking Spinner to make me a coffee?”

“You got it.”

True to his word, Touya pushed his way through the swinging doors. Spinner was leaning against the counter by the espresso machine, a rag draped over his shoulder while he scrolled through his phone. The busy part of the day was well and truly dead. No one remained at the little café tables inside or outside.

“Hey, Turbo Nerd,” Touya said. “Make Jin some coffee.”

“Hey, Rich Boy. Eat my ass.”

“I’d say ‘you wish’, but you probably don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“I have the Internet, dummy.” Realizing what just came out of his mouth, Spinner flushed. Turning on his heel, he suddenly became very invested in whipping up that drink.

“You meet the new guy?” Touya asked once the growl of the coffee grinder died down.

“Yeah. He seems cool.”

Folding his arms across his chest, Touya leaned against the wall. “You got a crush on him already or what?”

“No, I’m just not dedicated to being an asshole to every person I meet, unlike you.”

Toga, Kurogiri, and now Spinner…this Tenko kid was really bringing out the protective instincts in everyone. Touya was so busy trying to wrap his brain around why that he forgot to give Spinner a hard time before accepting the coffee and returning to the back. He still hadn’t come up with any answers by the time he found Jin sitting on the shitty patio furniture, lower half of his hoodie mask unzipped, a cigarette stuck between his lips.

“Can I get a light?” Jin asked, making the cig waggle like a cartoon tongue. “Damn spirits ran away with my lighter again!”

“Sure.” A current of unease rippled beneath his calm surface. He kept his face from giving away how hard he was concentrating when he stuck his thumb beneath the cigarette’s tip. It was fine. It had always been fine since…he had it under fucking control. All he needed was a little spark for half a second. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He knew what he was doing.

A wisp of blue flame jumped up from the tip of his thumb and blackened the end of the cigarette. Jin jerked back, puffing until he got it to glow cherry-red. He coughed but was otherwise unharmed. Of course.

“Oh, hey,” Jin said, “Big Sis was asking about you. Told me to send you into the office if you were still hanging around. Go home already, you weirdo!”

Touya stuffed his tingling, shaking hands into his sweater pocket. “Cool. See you around, man.”

“Why? You been spying on me, huh?! Take it easy, Dabi.”

As usual, a wall of paperwork had cut off Magne from the rest of the world when he stuck his head into the office. She glanced up at him over the rim of her sunglasses.

“Oh, good. Take a seat, cutie pie. Got a question for you.”

He slipped inside and plopped into the chair across from her. “If it’s about another employee appreciation lunch, I still hate sushi.”

“Not quite. You know the old house next door?”

“Hard to miss when I pass it almost every day.”

“How’d you like to live there?”

His lapse into shocked silence brought a smile to Big Sis’s face.

“The current owner is getting ready to retire out in the country,” she continued. “He’s giving Kurogiri the first shot at buying the property.”

“Why? Doesn’t he have any kids or relatives who want it?”

“They’re not really interested since it is a bit of a fixer-upper. Anyway, it kind of helps that Kurogiri has been slipping him free food and coffee since we opened.”

Once again, the boss’s quiet ability to just make something happen gave Touya the sense of being a piece on a board in a game he couldn’t yet identify. “What’s the catch?”

She halved a couple of the stacks so she could sit back and still make eye contact. “Well, you’d be responsible for little projects that don’t require a contractor. You know, some painting, the maintaining the yard, maybe replacing the simpler woodwork. Things a capable young man such as yourself can tend to.” She fluttered her lashes at him. “Kurogiri also has plans to eventually rent rooms to a few tenants. You’d be responsible for collecting rent and troubleshooting. Same goes for the bakery afterhours since you’ll be right here.”

“I assume I’ll be paying a portion too?”

“Oh, sure. At a reduced rate, of course, since you’re providing time and effort as well.”

The opportunity to wriggle out from old Enji’s thumb had him ready to leap at the offer. But the risk grabbed him by the back of the neck and held him in place. He could already feel the added weight hanging above him, ready to come crashing down onto his shoulders. First the bakery, now a whole ass house? Rooming with strangers? Strangers who’d look to him to fix things instead of burn them to the ground and never look back?

Magne, catching some twitch or frown line that betrayed him, sighed. “You don’t have to answer right this minute, hot lips. Talk it over with Kurogiri yourself—he just asked me to pass the message along, after all. Maybe, hmm, go home and sleep on it.”

The looming future receded a little, giving Touya room to breathe again. Sure. Yeah, he could ask Tall, Dark, and Spooky a few more questions tomorrow. Find out what his angle was. “Okay. Tell him I’m considering the idea if you see him later.” He stood, looking down while brushing some stray sesame seeds from the bottom hem of his jacket. “And…thanks. Or whatever.”

[backtothestart02]

By the End of This - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Inspired/Adapted by the movie, The Mountain Between Us. Enjoy.

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Synopsis: AU - The two-hour plane ride with a stranger was supposed to be forgettable, a means to an end. The crash that followed made it impossible to forget.

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Chapter 1 -

Putting some eagerness into the step of her furry winter boots, Iris West walked with determination through the sliding glass doors of the Central City airport, past the disgruntled passengers of some other flight, and headed straight for the unattended employee ahead.

“Excuse me.”

The woman turned around and smiled.

“I’m not in first class. I’m on the flight that leaves for Coast City in 40 minutes. If you could please just check me in here? I don’t want to be late, and I only have a carry-on.”

The smile turned more consoling, and Iris should’ve known then that this would be the start to a very bad day.

“You’re not going to be late, Miss. The flight’s been cancelled due to an oncoming storm. Customer service over there should be able to assist you.” She pointed vaguely to the other side of the room. “I’m so sorry.”

Yeah, right.

But Iris forced her own smile and turned around, hiking her backpack tighter around her shoulders. The line was long when she got there, and she figured she should call Eddie first anyway. Or maybe her dad or brother. But first she had to figure out what she was going to do if she was going to get to the wedding in time.

Her wedding. To Eddie Thawne.

We should’ve just gotten married in the city.

…

Disgruntled, but trying not to show it, Barry braced himself for the difficult task of convincing the airport employee to put him on a plane today not tomorrow for probably the most important surgery of his life. One he was performing. On a little boy.

He was a little bit of a scraggly fellow with not much meat to his lanky frame, so he didn’t think he could come across as menacing or intimidating, especially since his baby face hardly convinced people he was nearing 30. But he tried anyway.

“I-I have an emergency surgery to perform tomorrow in Star City, okay? I have to make it to Coast City tonight in order to make the drive up from there. It’s the only way I’ll make it. And it’s for a little boy, only 10 years old. A life-changing surgery th-that could…well, it could save his life. It will save his life if I’m the one there to do it.”

“Look, I’m sorry, young man. There will not be anymore flights tonight because of the storm coming…”

“You said that.”

“Right. Best I can do is suggest you get a voucher…the hotels are filling up fast.”

Frustrated beyond belief, Barry could only turn away and stick his ear buds in his ears and crank up the volume. He needed to get out of his own head for a minute. Maybe then he could think of a solution to this…mess.

Moments later however…

“Sir? Sir?”

He turned to see an attractive woman who couldn’t be any older than 25 looking at him with hopefulness and would could only be described as an olive branch in her eyes, a peace offering.

Or maybe he was seeing something.

“Yes?”

“I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation just now, and I think we may have the same problem.”

Intrigued, he decided to give her the time of day.

“I have to get to Coast City. I’m…actually getting married there. Location-location-location, and all that.”

“Right.”

No point in flirting with her then.

“Anyway, I have to get there tonight, so I’m ready straight away tomorrow morning. And you have to as well for…a surgery? Are you a doctor?”

“Surgeon, yes.”

“And you need to get to Star City, which isn’t more than a 45 minute drive from Coast City.”

“What are you getting at?”

“I know a guy.”

“Uh-oh.”

“No, no, no, it’s not like that.” Her lips spread, and all her pearly whites shone.

God, she’s beautiful.

“My brother, I just talked to him on the phone, and he just finished flight school, and his mentor through this airport flies a little plane for a fee. I just talked to him on the phone. He said he has enough room for two. Are you interested?”

“You’re sure he could get us there tonight?”

“He’s assured me he can.”

Barry’s lips twitched in a slight smile. He looked down for a moment, debating, then figured what the hell? It wasn’t like he’d ever see this woman again. A little plane ride with her for a couple hours could be quite enjoyable, and he’d be there to save this little boy’s life.

“Alright.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes lit up, and damn it if it wasn’t the hardest thing in the world to look away.

“Yeah, sure.” His own smile spread. Her happiness was infectious.

“Great!” She bounced up on her toes, and he chuckled.

“Lead the way.”

…

They entered the flight hangar a few moments later after some small talk on the way over, mainly exchanging of names and how chilly the weather seemed to be, even if it was January.

“Hello?” Iris called out. “Hello!”

The small plane was unoccupied, but before more questions could be asked, approaching footsteps were heard and they turned around.

“H.R.,” she guessed, and a goofy grin spread across the older man’s face.

“That’s me.”

“We talked on the phone. I’m Iris. This is-”

“Barry,” Barry answered, shaking the man’s hand after Iris.

“So, what’s the rush?” H.R. asked.

“Oh, uh, actually, I…I’m getting married tomorrow.”

“Oh, wowsers! Can’t miss that.” H.R. seemed positively gleeful. “You two make a lovely couple, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh, no, we’re- We’re not-”

“We just met.”

“Oh.”

Awkward silence.

Iris cleared her throat.

“Anyway, how much for the ride?”

“And can you get us there in time?”

“$800,” H.R. told Iris, then turned to Barry. “And yeah, I reckon I can.”

“Even with the storm?” Barry asked dubiously.

The smile didn’t slip even a fraction from H.R.’s face.

“If we leave right away, we should miss it completely.”

Iris looked at Barry expectantly.

“Oh, yeah, sure then. Let’s do it.”

Barks from the inner office sounded before the full-grown yellow lab emerged into the opening.

“Oh, wow.”

Barry was immediately skittish, and the dog – despite H.R. insisting how friendly the animal was – growled at him promptly. H.R. only chuckled.

“I’ll be ready soon. Hang with the dog. He’ll let you know when I’m ready,” H.R. said, and then headed back into where the dog had been.

Iris smiled and set her backpack down for a moment, crouching to where the dog was. He came willingly and licked her face.

“I have a way with animals,” she said, looking up at Barry with her doe eyes.

He had to force a smile this time and hold his tongue, which only made Iris laugh and turn her attention fully to the pup until their pilot was ready.

…

They chatted with the pilot once inside the small aircraft a few minutes later. It worried Barry that H.R. had decided against filing a flight plan just because it was still light out, but Iris seemed unbothered, so he took his seat beside her, away from the dog who was in the cockpit beside his owner and relaxed. Or tried to.

As soon as they took off, Iris pulled out her camera and started taking pictures from the sky line.

“Are you a photo journalist or something?”

“Am I that obvious?” she asked, snagging another shot as they got closer to the mountain range they were to fly above.

He shrugged.

“You’re chatty, and you have a camera. Makes sense to me.”

“I could just like taking pictures,” she pointed out.

And he smirked.

“Should’ve led with that maybe.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

“So, what brought you to Central City?”

He decided to indulge her.

“My parents live in the city. I grew up there.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

“And what’s taking you to Star City? Besides the life-changing surgery.”

Was she mocking him? He decided he didn’t care.

“A medical conference,” he admitted.

“You live there?”

He shook his head.

“I actually live in National City. Got married there too.”

“Oh.”

He tried not looking into her tone too deeply, but it was impossible.

Was she…disappointed?

Their pilot chatted her up a bit, and Barry pulled out his phone to occupy his time with a game while they got on. Some turbulence had H.R. advising them to buckle up, and she returned.

Eager to get on well again, Barry tried his own round of questions.

“What brought you to Central City?”

“I live there.”

“Really?”

“Born and raised, all my life.”

“You went to the main elementary and high school?”

“The main? There are three. It’s a big city.”

“Central City Elementary and Central City High School.”

“Ah, the ones where they didn’t bother putting ‘central’ in the name twice so as to not come across sounding redundant.”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Then, yes. I did.”

“Amazing we didn’t run into each other.”

She looked at him curiously.

“Are you older than you look?” she asked.

“Are you younger than you look?” he teased.

Her smile blinded him again, and they both looked away.

“She has a fiancé, young man. Cool your jets,” H.R. barked from his seat.

Barry and Iris both chuckled and settled into their seats as their pilot started to talk about something else. They looked out the windows, taking in the nature, hardly realizing at first what was happening as the plane dipped down from its spot above the mountains. Not by much, but when it happened a second time, and H.R.’s voice sounded staggered as a response, Barry and Iris flashed a look at each other of worry.

“H.R., are you alright?” Iris called out.

“I…I…I…I ca-can-can’t…”

Iris nudged Barry to go check on their pilot, and Barry unbuckled his seat belt and lunged forward, the dog hardly his concern now.

“Oh, my God, he’s having a stroke.”

H.R. started falling to the side, and with that went his grip on the controls. The plane dipped again, by a lot.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God!” Iris panicked, tightening her belt as much as she could.

“I don’t know how to fly! Barry panicked, as H.R. went completely limp and the plane started plunging into the mountain range.

He tried to fuss with the controls but only made it worse.

“Come back here!” Iris ordered. “I-I know what to do.”

Barry came back in a hurry and buckled up, looking to her for direction.

“Hands behind your head, sit back, and just wait for it to be ov-”

BOOM.

The plane hit a surface, but it was still falling, falling, sliding, and they were yelling, screaming, hoping they didn’t die, praying that they somehow survived this, and that help would come.

That help would come…

THUD.

They stopped.

[haptureratch]

Being on wellbutrin (WHEN IT'S NOT TAKING YEARS OFF MY LIFE BY MEGA MARIO STAR RAINBOW RAVE BOOSTING MY ANXIETY) is so funny

Like I'm reading an old idea for a fanfic in my Samsung notes and lighting up punching the bed because DAMN THAT'S SUCH A WILD GOOD IDEA AND I -SEE- WHAT YOU DID THERE

Like.

Chill you goofy hypomanic binch XD

I'm comforted by the fact that these sleepless nights will end eventually because the psych plan has shifted to bringing my anxiety down and letting me sleep. I guess I can kind of enjoy extra verve now that I'm not thinking about the implications of it, and knowing that it got as bad as it would and the professional said "no worse". And that there's no work in a few hours (huge relief bc I obviously can't stay home while trialing meds but they do have the ability to impact work). But this is still soooo not normal lol. It's almost 2am. I was so ready for bed and then nope I started singing again and here we are. It's the music and the singing that fire me the fuck up lately.

I hope I'm okay when it's out of my system. I feel okay now. I feel lighter in some ways (heavier in others like my headache and tight carotids and EVEN MORE hyperactive startle response and reflexes). I feel the self-amusement side of me is turned up. I'm better at writing (that TORRENTIAL MESS I wrote on....Sunday? No one is allowed to read it unless they are a mentally ill girlie on the internet. Y'all are allowed. Y'all will understand.) I feel more at ease around people and non-autistic (conversation just comes, I don't care if I'm doing it wrong I just do it). Life around me tastes good (instead of .... what's a word .. jarring? I thrive off the vibrancy and possibility. I see the lights and I want to explore where they lead. IS THIS HOW HE LIVES???? Like a stabilized form of this?? FuKc)

I think this med just takes everything I already am and heightens it. Deepens it. Maybe I'm prone to insomnia and it's just so much worse. I do have a natural rhythm of getting fatigued and my body is ready for bed but if I stay up through that I get a second wind. That's kinda what's happening on this med just INTENSELY so. And music is my shit, I feel it so deeply. It moves me. I love it.

I'm so chatty.

I ted talk all by myself but, again, this med cranks it up quite a bit. I'll need to share the positives of this med with my psych so maybe she can get me something with a similar mechanism or like....she'll do her double board certified thing and COOK.

I'm glad I was able to accept my mom needing to go home. The first instinct was to feel abandoned and scared but something in me got brave and accepted it.

Is this all divine timing? Is the med at some kind of level that's helping me (but, again, taking years off my life by stealing me from my sleep) and I was able to polish off the fear veneer [[I swear to god I'm cooking so hard .. note to self go absolutely OFF on wellbutrin, get deliciously hypomanic, and write a BOOK MY DUDE]] -- anyway, am I going through a period of growth right now?

Side thought: if I already worked through my touch issues with Amy and had all those epiphanies, why am I still struggling with issues under that umbrella? I went back to being weird and feral about touch which is a basic human need. I didn't incorporate daily platonic touch. I didn't connect with others. I can think back to that bedroom in Galveston and I THOUGHT I had my whole life laid out in front of me and I saw it and understood it. But here I am. I'm not drowning in grief over it currently, I am just genuinely curious. Why did I forget it all over time and just revert back? Not to attack myself but to GENUINELY WONDER

Oh thank god I might be getting a wave of sleepiness

HA HAAA nevermind beech we back.

Maybe this experience can make me braver. Look at that. PAUL RUDD MEME LOOKATUS. I trialed a med and had super difficult relationship stuff and got into a bad physical state (weight/nutrition) AND went to work and did the work. Wow. I should be proud. I survived a difficult med trial along with all that. I wish that alone, that realization, could cure this core nagging negative thought that I am too weak to make it.

I just get so caught in that feeling of extreme anxiety. There are stronger words to say but my mind is slowing and my eyes are growing heavy

Sleep please take me

Carry me off and steal me for 10 solid hours

No I had to get up and use the restroom. And that gabapentin... I FELT THAT. Swaying around searching for ANY HINT OF PROPRIOCEPTION to maneuver myself to my bathroom. Meds are a fun experiment when they aren't terrifying. It's interesting to feel the science in your own body. Brings the reading and the research to life. Real kinesthetic learner style type shit.

No, yeah. This staying up because I have a stream of thoughts isn't outside the realm of expected Jess. I've done this with my creative writing. And read over it a million times late into the night trying to perfect it. But I think the medical response is still back off that med. Hypomania can still be bad for you even when it feels good. I need to be able to sleep. I wonder if this is just a reflection of how unstructured I am outside of work. Wait. Oh my god. OH MY GOD THIS IS JUST LIKE WHAT I DEALT WITH IN MED SCHOOL. REBECCA TRIED TO GET ME TO STRUCTURE MY DAY AROUND STUDYING AND HOBBIES AND I DIDN'T.

Oh my lord, my sweet lord this must get solved.

I'm glad Rilley got me into handling it mode. Instead of backing away in fear mode. I don't think I'd be doing all this life analysis now had we not had the hard talk earlier. I love and trust her so much. She is truly an incredible individual. She would make the absolute best therapist. She's basically there, she's so close. Fill her up with some training and I swear to god she'd blaze to the top.

[the-firebird69]

Is a huge number of these imbeciles right around saying they have a chance and then starting to see what they're doing to themselves a little bit then they straighten out and start flying into the wall again now we're really sick of this guy next door he's got to go and Tommy f the rotten to the core I suppose they're not going to get out of here until it's stupid and we are going to see them out starting today we're going to get them out on purpose and we are coming in and thus far it's working we have a lot of places that they had their people abandoned and it was above and beyond the 15% that evacuated they probably was an additional 10% on top of the 15% that had available open houses and apartments and right now we're moving to occupy those and we're also moving to occupy properties that they lost in court and they're still occupying them but we are going to evict them and they're going to go to campgrounds and try and get our son there they're already doing that and people fighting it here and it's starting to get beat up pretty good too and people who want to move are doing it and Tommy f and it's a pretty good calling we having trouble with him this morning it seems to be a storm moving in right the time when he's going to try and deliver the payment it's not very happy about that and we are waiting to see what happens but it doesn't look good there are other things happening the pseudo empire is still removing ships from the three Northern tunnel and it started doing it on other tunnels at the same time and all the way down to Sarasota for the most part they're removing huge numbers of ships and it's going to increase and he says the weather is here it should be passed by the time he has to go on the errand good. We have several other things to mention mostly we are in his debt and hers for doing a lot of work and we are enjoying it and it is nice and we have several things coming online today and it started pushing for it I said we're doing all this work let's make it worthwhile make it so we don't have to let go of it and we are really cranking we're going to get other stuff out now and people see how it goes.

-there's also the question of what are we going to do with all these people who are hateful in mean well I wrote up a note this morning I said these are the people that are pretty much spent and they're being held on to by these people and until they let go we're going to use them against them and they can say what they like that's going to happen it's going for it

-this other thing is happening this entire Street has cars going up and down and all day long and hot rods and fast trucks and front end loaders it's a damn mess and disgrace then we have to stop it we have to get the ship out above that's terrible we need to do it ASAP something orders out and people who are trying need help and I'm putting orders for people to help

-this place is exhausting he's already tired and he just got up and he slept a lot so we know what that is fatigue and he's feeling it and he needs oxygen so we are going to start working here but we need people to understand my son is important our son is important and we need to impress upon people what he's done and what he's doing he has a mission he works for us and with us and is the leader and I can't express it more so you don't have any relationship place for you guys but it's just how about a plot of land near Olympus and I said that's a great idea and I started to chuckle I said all these castles are old out there awful and one of them is going to see very close to the one here they might see later and boy that's a good idea. And now we can redraw the palace it's kind of a palace Castle it's really old fashioned looking everything that is modern and it's filled with modern materials and it looks really cool and our places do too because we did away with the old book for the most part so he says okay we'll just do the plot of land for now and yeah they resemble the old ones so it's going to resemble it and we'll have to have Hera do up a sketch. She says I have to find the damn thing and here we go okay this is all I need to know design it right you jerk they say they modernize it but we kind of sketch the old one and they can talk about what they do is an interested Windows no Marvin so we are working on things but we all sudden saw what you said and everybody has a place out there this is large piece of land just sit in there and we know what about it and that you're probably going to want that but now it's kind of apparent that it works so we don't put signs there. Yeah we do it's to keep people informed so they don't flip out. Now we usually have a sign and it has the names it has description and you put who it is and we have a preliminary side we can put there to be developed and to be announced and we're going to say upon plan review or something. Now it is something I think I'd be the architect that sounds good when zigzag would be the contractor and these guys will be management we're going to start rolling on this. There's no real way to say this you put a name that's a pseudonym they wonder who the hell it is yeah we used to do that probably should do that probably something not like less craven probably not so Hera and I can work on that. And yes I agree Zues it's a good idea and yeah you don't put our names all over the place. The palace itself will probably be about a million square feet and the ancillary building is another million the bean facility below but you have to and very deep in case and I'll be about a billion square feet and you can keep toys in there cars and stuff that's fun plenty of room I guess. I need to get on this and they'll be a part of the design team I'm sure this is going to help us out and Hera is going to do the master design so they want to find the castle and you're saying it's on Earth still and it is or in it and they're going to have to try and find it and we're going to move on this idea it's greatness and how much do I want for the land it's public land so we have to put into the planning department.

We're going to change our costumes right now

Thor the Thor has to go change the tie I'm going to put a different jacket on Freya

They do that a lot cuz it's a pain in the ass they look different though

Nuada Arrianna

We're going to go ahead and do this like nobody knows where we are for crying out loud but we have to go ahead and do this

Uriel and Goddess Wife

We have the names the rough square footage the use the rough size and rough shape and pretty much it's going to be built fairly soon and yeah you're right about something who's going to live there before you get there and you're saying there be like a guest wing and we could do it for foreign dignitaries from other planets until we get there that's a nice thing to do we usually do that we can offer it and some of us will be over there.

I just had this funny thought that everybody would be over there remember that you said this and your kids are wondering what you're up to so they're inquiring so they want to set limitations and we do understand that we have had this before and we're going to look at it it's different he says it is there should be a limit on overnight and that and then I said this this is going to be fun I have dirt bike stuff and all sorts of weird things we have that too it's not a ton of it car testing, I can't believe this this is going to be real this is so strange make room for one more Portugal or whatever that song is feel it now it's true too that's one of the major things somebody remembers it's father I think and mothers and want to be there and my side and she says her side and she's screaming it and then she saying something I can't understand. And of course if he says our house is open to you and overnight guest and I guess the place will be jammed in the day. He says you have the doctor the picture of his and put a suit of armor on him please don't see the eyes and make a huge. Yeah I don't wear that stuff we don't Freya adds it in there. It's a big wrestling match all the time so they have to have one the wrestling ring. So fake wrestling it's only I'm figured out something this is going to be terrible. There really a lot of fun and it's a theory and we're going to exercise it now we already do you're going to love it this is going to be crazy your house is going to be nuts just like it was in westborough and your parents thought you were crazy then they thought this is awesome and they had a good time and got people got to know people more and better he came friends and kept it rolling so we're going to do that it will have celebrations and you said April 1st is coming so he wants to have her birthday party out there on the lawn so going to make an area right now it's kind of woods and stuff this is perfect we can go through the woods and I just got an idea that's also interesting this one for security but it's like the old days oh this is like one or something have to have two case a Norwegian one for the big one it's a weird situation we haven't really had it that much and it's strange song and he says he appreciates it

Thor Freya

We do appreciate it a lot I mean uses and I do Zues thank you this is a great idea

Hera

So now I can say I'm having a house built and I need money so I have to get my money and when I spend my money will grab the cash and it's for the house

Zues

Boy that's great I'm going to put it in right now

Thor Freya

Olympus