#would like to make a viv to go with her but I also gotta finish smth a little more active for my reel so. we'll see what comes first

[merrigel]

Trying to get a hang of toon boom harmony, so! A sketchy little walking practice

[sofakingwoso]

Lover- Binoe!kid x Paige Bueckers

A/N- Y/n and Paige have been dating but keep it a secret from y/n’s parents and team since they tend to get overprotective, but they find out when Paige attends the USWNT vs England match.

Mama-Sue Bird

Mom-Megan Rapinoe

Y/N’s POV The whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, and I happily hugged Viv after a hard game against Man United, we were pleased with a draw. As I go around, I shake hands with the United players until I end up talking to Alessia and Ella about the upcoming international break. 

After talking for a while, a pair of arms wrapped around my neck. I turned around to see Leah behind me. "Hey, are you ready to go?" "Yeah, I’m ready if you are." "I just need to do an interview, but you can wait for me at the car." I head to Leah’s car. On the way, I get a call from my mom. Picking it up. I’m met by her voice.

"Hey Mom!" I was calling to see how you were and if you're packed for tomorrow. "I’m good, just finished up a match and I’m all ready for tomorrow." I answered, knowing I hadn’t even started packing yet. "Wel-" "Hellooooooo Y/N!" I hear Rose interrupting my mum "Hey Rose," I laugh  "I just wanted to talk to you since Megan won’t let me talk to my beloved friend." "That’s because she’s MY daughter." "Well, she’s MY friend." "You guys can both talk to me." I intervene before it goes on forever. I talk to them for a few minutes until I see Leah coming up to the car. "Well guys, I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon." "Ok Byeee Y/N/N," they say before I hang up on them. 

Getting in the car, me and Leah make small talk on the way to our apartment until I feel my phone vibrating. I see that my lovely girlfriend is face timing me.

"Hi bub" "Hello love" "So, what did I do for the lovely Paige Bueckers to call me?" "Well, she was calling to check in on her lovely girlfriend. You might know her. She has y/h/c and y/e/c, and her name is Y/N Bird-Rapinoe." "Oh really"  "Yep, well how are you bub?" “I just finished a game and now Leah and I are heading home.” I say, turning my phone so Leah’s also in the frame. "Hey Paige," "Hey Leah, I hope Y/N’s not annoying you." "You have no idea." Leah responds back. "Hey, I’m not that bad."                                                                                      "I'm just kidding, bub," we end up talking until we get home.                        "Well, I gotta go, but I love you."                                                                  "Love you too. I’ll talk to you soon."

Hanging up the phone I get out of the car before heading to my room to start packing for tomorrow. Hearing a knock after a while, I see Leah leaning on the doorframe, letting me know to head to bed soon since we leave for camp tomorrow.

--------------------------------------------   Arriving at camp, I put my luggage in my room before heading down to the lobby to wait for everyone else to arrive. Once everyone has arrived, we go in for a camp debrief and meeting for the game against England in a couple of days. Once the meeting has ended, my roommate, who is Sophia for this camp, heads up to our room to relax a bit before dinner. 

A couple of hours later, me and Soph walk down to dinner. On the way, I get a text from Paige telling me she has arrived in London. It turns out she came to watch us play. Smiling at the text, Sonnet calls me out. "Sooo Y/N, why are you smiley today?" "What do you mean?" I say this nervously. "Is it a special someone?" "N-n-no"

 The truth is I haven’t told anyone about mine and Paige’s relationship apart from the arsenal girls since I know that they will all get too overprotective since I’m the youngest on the team and constantly treat me like a 5-year-old, so keeping it a secret from them lets me not worry about what they would think about Paige. during dinner sonnett keeps on bugging me, so I just ignore her, and my mom tells me mama will also be coming to the game.

Once I finish my dinner, I head up to my room, take a quick shower, and text Paige for a bit, then ask Leah if we are still on for meeting up before the game tomorrow before going to bed.

-------------------------- Right now, me and Leah are having some breakfast before the game starts. "So, are you excited for the game?" "Yeah, Paige is coming to the game, so I’m excited to see her." "Well, I can’t wait for her to see us beat you guys." "Pshhh as if."

We catch up for about half an hour before leaving to get ready for the game. On the way to the stadium, I text Paige, and she tells me she is sitting behind our bench and that she can’t wait to see me. I also text my mama, and it turns out her and Paige’s seats are close to each other, so I hope that she won’t see Paige during the game.

Once we arrive at the stadium, we head to the locker room before warming up. Once we have finished warming up, we head inside before getting ready for kickoff. While lining up, I say hello to some of my friends in the England line before soph pushes me, almost making me fall over.

During the national anthem, I see Paige and send her a wink, which makes her get all flustered. Once the anthems are done, we take a team photo before I head to my position, and then the whistle blows to start the match.

------------------------ The whistle blows and we have secured another win. I hug my mom before shaking the England player's hand and talk to my Arsenal teammates before heading over to my mom's. 

"Hey bub, you played so well," mama said while giving me a hug . "Thanks, are you coming to the hotel after?" "Yeah." I stay with my mom's for a couple more minutes before I make an excuse since I see Paige looking our way, so I make my way over to her, leaving my mom’s behind, although I don’t think they notice since they are in their little world.

"Hey love," she says, hugging me while burying her head in the crook of my neck, discreetly leaving a kiss . "Hey" I hum out , "You played so well that goal was on fire. I think your mom has some competition," she says, which makes me laugh. "Sure bub" "Hey, don’t underestimate yourself. You're one of the most talented people I know. I mean, you're good at soccer and singing and you're also hella hot," she says, making me giggle at her comment. I end up getting lost in her hazel eyes before I lean in to kiss her, forgetting about all the fans and everyone around us.

Third-person POV At this point, fans and players start to take notice of Y/N and Paige. The US players watch intensely with wide eyes as they see her laughing at something Page said. "Are they dating?" Ashley whispers to the rest of her teammates, "I don’t know," and most of them say "Well, don’t you think they are very tough and comfortable with each other?" Sophia says "They could just be good friends," Trinity says  "Maybe," Becky says, but when they turn back in Y/N’s direction, they see her and Paige kissing, which makes them confused and overprotective at the sight of a baby-kissing someone. Sue and Megan also see this interaction, and they are just as confused as the USWNT players.

Y/N’s POV: 

Me and Paige break apart Leah comes up to us before hugging Paige, then wraps her arms around my waist and tells me that everyone saw me and Paige kiss, which makes me let out a groan and lean against Leah’s shoulder since my teammates and moms saw, so I know that I will be bombarded by questions once I enter the locker room.

"Hey bubs, I gotta go, but I’ll see you at your hotel," Paige announces. "Okay," I say, giving her a quick peck before she leaves. Turning to Leah, she just laughs at my embarrassment before bringing me into a hug, kissing me on the forehead and telling me good luck before pushing me into my locker room. I head into the locker room and am immediately attacked by questions. "Who was that?" "How long have you been dating? "Why didn’t you tell us?" "Did you guys do "it" yet?" Which was obviously asked by Sonnett, earning a smack to the back of her head. My mom’s approached me and squatted down. Then mama asks me. "Why didn’t you tell us about you and Paige?"

“Because I knew you guys would react like this. Every time something happens to me, you guys go all crazy. Like that one time, Leah hurt me on accident and you guys went all overprotective on me and attacked her. I’ve never seen her more scared in my life. Or that one time I stayed up 5 minutes past curfew and you guys acted like I was kidnapped. You guys just treat me like a kid. I’m 18, not 5. I should be allowed to date someone without worrying about people interrogating her. Which is why I didn’t tell you guys. I wanted to enjoy us being together without worrying about if she would leave me since my overprotective teammates and mom’s put pressure on her.” I ramble out.

"Well, we're sorry Y/N, that we made you feel that way. We acted overprotective because we care too much about you and want the best for you, but we promise we will tone it down." Alex says

"Thanks, you guys." "Can we ask you some questions?" "Sure." "How long have you been together?" "We’ve been together for six months." "How did you guys get together?" "She DM'd me on Instagram and things just went on from there." "Who knew about it?" "Um Leah, the Arsenal girls, and Paige’s teammates" "Wait, Leah knew and didn’t tell me I was going to kill her," Mama says "I told her to keep it a secret. Don’t get mad at her," I say, hoping she won’t get angry at Leah, which calms her down. “Have you done 'it?” "No, we do not have a sonnett." "One more question"  "Do you love her?" "Yes, with my life." "Aww, someone’s in love," they all tease, making me blush "Wait, can we meet her?" "Yes, she’s coming to the hotel, but you guys better behave and not embarrass me." "Tell her she better be prepared to get the talk" "Please don’t the arsenal girls already give her one. I think that’s enough." "Well then she better be prepared for another one then." "Okay, but don’t go crazy." "We should get ready if you guys want to meet her."

Soon everyone starts to get their stuff and head to the bus. On the way back to the hotel, I tell Paige that the team wants to meet her at the hotel, and she agrees to meet them. ----------- Y/N’s POV We have now arrived at the hotel, and I can’t help but stress out about what they will think of Paige. She also told me that she would arrive after dinner, so she won’t be able to meet the team until after. Which is fine since we have team bonding in my mom’s and Rose’s rooms.

During dinner, I cannot help but get more anxious as the minutes grow closer to Paige meeting the team. Soon we head up for team bonding and the team keeps bugging me and asking when Paige is coming. A couple of minutes later, Paige sends me a text message that she is here. I excuse myself from the team so I can go and meet Paige.

"Hey" "Hi" "You excited to meet the team," "Yes, I can’t wait to meet them." "Yeah," I say nervously "Hey, what’s wrong?" she asks with concern "I’m just worried about what they will think of you. If they think you aren’t that good for me, then what if you realize that it’s too much and you breakup with me or what i-"but my ramble comes to a stop as Paige places her soft lips onto mine, which calms me down.                                                                    “Bub no matter what they think of me, I promise I won’t break up with you. I love you too much to do that. Even if they can be scary and crazy. I mean, if the arsenal girls already gave me a talk, I think I’m ready for this one," she says in a soft voice.

"Well, let's go; they have been so excited to meet you." Grabbing her hand, I lead Paige up to the hotel room. Knocking on the door, Ashley opens it and starts at mine and Paige’s interlocked hands before dragging Paige inside, leaving me out in the middle of the hallway. "ASH, OPEN THE DOOR!!!!" I bang on the door repeatedly, but she just ignores me, so after a while, I give up and text Leah while waiting. ---------- Paige’s POV Before I know what is happening, this girl, who I assume is Ashley, drags me inside the hotel room. Once we’re fully in the room, I’m met by over 20 girls, which instantly makes me sweat.

"Hello," I say, to clear up the awkward silence. "Hey," they all reply.                                                                                       "So why am I here?" "We just want to talk to you without Y/N interrupting." "So, Paige, please sit down so we can ask you some questions," Ashley says while pointing to the bed. Nervously, I walk over to the bed before carefully sitting down in front of everyone. "What’s your name?" "Paige Maddison Bueckers" "Age?" "19" "What do you do?" "I play as a PG for UCONN." "Why should we trust you with our Y/N?" "Um-because she’s the love of my life; she’s the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about before I go to sleep; I know that I can trust her with anything and I love her more than you could imagine, to the point where I can’t put it into words," I say softly while I think about me and Y/N and our relationship.

"Well thank you, Paige, but if you hurt her, even if it’s on accident, trust me, we won’t be afraid to hurt you. Not only us but the arsenal girls and many other people, so don’t think you are completely safe," they say, which makes me sweat even more to the point where I’m drenched in sweat. ----- Y/N’s POV I walk up to Paige and softly caress her cheek, which calms her as a wash of relief passes her face, smiling softly. I lean down to softly peck her lips, slightly getting lost in the kiss. We hear a cough from my mama.

“Okay, we understand you're dating, but tone it down," she says, making both me and Paige blush, and soon Paige sits on the floor and pulls me into her lap before I whisper in her ear. “No love they were just a bit intense but the arsenal girls we wayyyy worse” she honestly says making me laugh since I remember her coming out with beads of sweat dripping down her face.

Smiling I give her a peck before turning to the team only to see them looking at us in awe, getting flustered I dig my face into Paige’s chest. By the end of the night the team gets to know Paige and our relationship a bit more before we decide to watch Avengers: Endgame. ------ Paige’s POV Hearing soft snores beside me, I see my beautiful girlfriend asleep, so I pull her into me so she can get more comfortable, and she ends up putting her head on my neck before giving me a sweet kiss. Looking up, I see that her mom’s looking at us adoringly looking back down at her. I know that I’m going to marry her one day, even if she has a crazy loving family.

[weaselbeaselpants]

Hazbin Hotel Review part 2: Mistakes were made please don’t kill me

This pilot is polarizing at the moment. In between the two sides of the anti-fanbase (ppl crying “if you like HH you’re homophobic”, or the BWW with it’s cringey politics), you have lots of fans who are falling over themselves about how good this is. If you love Hazbin unconditionally that’s fine, but here’s the thing:

I like it too.

I’m the kind of person who’s naturally critical, pokes harmless fun at what I like, and is always rewriting and reimagining things within the fandoms I like. I want to be a ‘Hazbin’ fan but I don’t know if I’m allowed to since the fanbase can be so staunchly overprotective and Viv herself has said she doesn’t like criticism, no matter how valid or done in good faith.

Tbh, that’s why the drama revolving around @frootrollup1​ upsets me: the fandom is fine with lumping all criticism or redesign stuff in the realm of ignorant hate, when redesign, rewrites, revamps and other fan dribble are kind of a labor of love onto itself in other fandoms. Guess that’s a talk for later though.

With all this in mind, let me go over my thoughts:

There’s no PROPER establishment of Hell as a place, setting, world, or proper establishment of the characters.

The armor-piercing question Hazbin needs to be asked is this:

“is this a generic version of Hell we should all be familiar with and need no introduction to, OR is this a unique take that requires it’s own rules?”

^ It feels like the latter but we don’t get a good rundown of said rules. Besides that, characters are one note and serve either no purpose or become flies on the wall to other characters’ purpose.

Things were said and places were shown but we honestly don’t get a good idea of Hell by the end of the pilot. It’s a ritzy(?) place where souls of the damned literally become demons and then get purged. I THINK. I THINK, that’s what the writer’s were going for here. TBH, it feels like they’re skipping ahead and thinking of the show as a finished, fully realized product with developed characters and plots already, and not an introduction to a series/standalone piece.

If I didn’t have some inkling or the lore prior to watching it, I wouldn’t have known that the demons sans-Charlie were once human. Angel says in passing in the car that he’s already dead, but really references to the fact that they were once human are rare.

Now I’m a simple woman - I ain’t picky with mah demonology - But, call me crazy, when I think Hell I don’t think of the people who end up there turning into demons, I think of people going there to be tortured. That’s the hell I’m used to seeing and is prevelant in like every religion that has a hell. Taking a spin on that and making demons the souls of sinners trapped in hell? A-okay, but I NEED MORE. Instead of talking in a car or spending time on this lolsofuny demon turf war, we really needed more time given to the fact that Vaggie, Angel, and others were once human. No, I don’t want a full flashback, but it would give us a better grasp of the mechanics of sin in this world if these two characters told a little bit more themselves than just having some lines offhandedly explaining how everything works. 

EX- How to do revamp of a familiar setting right while still leaving certain details vague? One Word: Hadestown. 

Hadestown doesn’t need to give you all the details of it’s setting cause that’s not the point. You don’t need to know if the workers of Hadestown are literally dead, metaphorically dead, or both or where other gods live. Those aren’t the things we need to know for the musical to progress. What we need to know is Hades’ underworld is a mining colony of doom, that Hades buys peoples souls so the workers can never leave, that Persephone and Hades are on the rocks which is messing up the seasons, and that oop! Eurydice had to go back. Between the commonplace to complex knowledge westerners have of Greek mythology and the revamped Prohibition-era setting, all is explained that we the audience need explained.

I have the feeling Hazbin Hotel wanted the same thing: explain what needs to be explained for the currant plot and leave bits and pieces in the dark. It just didn’t really work.

The flow of the narrative was bad.

So apparently on the PizzaPartyPodcast Vivziepop admitted there were things that were moved around or turned out rushed.

Fair enough but even with that excuse can someone please tell me why they thought it was a good idea to start the story after Angel has already been made a patron of the hotel?

Getting to know not only how the world works first and foremost, but who our main character (Charlie) is and what she is doing (the hotel), would be the easiest way to drop us into the action of the story and get the ball rolling. But instead we start off with an intro song that sort of shows us what this world is like but doesn’t explain anything about who or what we’re seeing until the newscasters come in. Angel’s introduced in this time and the build up and execution of this character is poor, rushed, and feels more like writers fudging around with a character they like than giving us, the audience, a proper introduction*.

After that, I’m sorry to say the spots where the story picks up, drifts off, lulls about, or comes around all kind of melt into this big slurry the characters are drowning in, without any real care for telling a story. BUT THIS IS A STORY!!!

This is not a little menagerie of random characters ala the Pastoral Symphony from Fantasia. This is not a collection of little things just for the fun of it to get to to know these people (it does a bad job at getting you to know these guys). This is a three act structure. I can tell where the intro, rising action, climax, and falling action are SUPPOSED to be, but they don’t stand out, don’t do their job, and melt into the fluff in a way that makes the emotional impact we’re supposed to feel null somehow...

The pacing was bad. 

While some scenes go by far too quickly others go on for faaaaaaar too long. These are the bits that don’t surprise me when I hear this pilot was changed around, cut down, or fudged with a bit.

Scenes like this include Charlie’s back and forth with Katie Killjoy before and after her song, Charlie and Vaggie’s fight in the car, Alastor explaining himself to Charlie and Vaggie trying to talk him out of it, ALL of the Ser Pentious/Cherry Bomb terf fight bits.

Oddly, it feels like these parts are trying REALLY hard to get a point across but they end up being more of a hindrance to this otherwise snappy dialogue and supposedly simple set up. This pilot is 20+ minutes, but the bits we need to endear ourselves to our main cast are squandered on what the writers thought was “fun to write” at the time.

Too many characters, even in a 20 minute pilot. 

Instead of getting a good idea of our leads, everyone is treated with the same level of importance or interest in a world that hasn’t even been fully introduced yet.

The truly important supporting characters to Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Alastor are Husk, Katie, and Nifty. Katie provides conflict to the first half of Charlie’s story, while Husk and Nifty are hires by Alastor for the hotel; they establish his power over other demons and his influence on the hotel and it’s success. Sir Pentious and Cherry Bomb needed to be cameos. Their characters should be glorified plot contrivances/resolutions, No More. I ain’t gonna care about a cast of billions from the start. We gotta start small first. Not only do we have four mains, we also have a bunch of little guys who need to eat up screen time...except they absolutely don’t need to and should be simple background cameos for now.

Sir Pentious and Cherry Bomb get as much character time as the four mains even though Angel is underdeveloped and Alastor is overdeveloped. When it comes to storytelling - unconventional or otherwise - priorities, is what this pilot needs.

Angel basically does nothing after Alastor is introduced. 

Of all the characters in Hazbin to get left in the dust (lol) and be underdeveloped, Angel Dust would be my last guess. He’s popular with his creator and with the fandom but because of how the pilot is set up, his character falls to the back-burners and is kind of unnecessary: (Charlie uses him as an experiment to see if she can reform a sinner but he doesn’t hold up, so when Alastor comes into play the focus of Charlie’s plan switches almost entirely to Alastor and Angel is unneeded). If this were two episodes of a series; one about Charlie getting to know and trying to “fix” Angel, and another about Alastor coming in and taking over, that’d be fine. But this is a pilot so the plot and character development is kinda crushed in and neither Angel nor his existence amounts to much of anything.

I honestly forgot Angel was even in the latter half of the pilot. The poor demon-spider whore dies on the way to his home planet.

Not to fan-blurb here but I think it’d be more interesting if the conflict in the latter half wasn’t Vaggie trying to warn Charlie away from Alastor but Angel feeling shown up by Alastor and him being the one protesting to Alastor’s take-over of the hotel. It would have given Angel more to do and would cement him as one of our four leads.

Alastor gets a backstory because he is A) not the character I thought they were going for, or B), they’re jumping the gun on him. Alastor is a maddening character in my book because if he’s the character I thought he was supposed to be - our main villain - then they royally messed up a good villain by explaining his story. If he ISN’T the main villain, than color me confused on what he’s supposed to be. 

It goes without saying that a good villain should remain somewhat mysterious throughout the rising action, which is what the pilot is building up to (I think?). Alastor’s personality makes him an absolutely wonderful villain and probably the most outwardly “demon”-like of anyone in Hell. Him being a rogue demon that scares the inhabitants of Hell should be alluded to, not stated.

Vaggie and Angel get passing “we dead” bg but our villain gets a backstory dumped on him? For the standalone pilot this episode is, his backstory doesn’t do anything for the plot. For the rest of the series, this feels like a big waste to reveal this guy’s history over anyone else. The rest of the HH cast are sorta small stereotypes and cliches that the writers want to endear to us because of what they do and what they go through, though since there’s too many of them they end up just being there. Alastor, on the other hand, is where they hit gold and really have a character who oozes personality and the feel of their show...but they kind of taint him by giving him an unneeded (at this point) history.

Big problem with him not only being explained but him outright stating his intentions with the hotel.

Maybe I’m wrong and Alastor is not the bigbadvillain in a cast of villains...in which case I don’t know what the pilot wants us to think of him or where the show’s going with him. Is he a demonic version of Harold Hill who learns to care about ppl and gets redeemed? Maybe that will change with future episodes....

Hazbin is confusing as a person not privy to the franchise/development prior ,and feels disappointing from the pov of someone getting hyped for these characters. As a follower of the project it feels like a let down to the respective characters and plots we’ve been anticipating. While, as newcomer, it’s hard to care about anyone. My sister, who had far less info on the pilot than me, was watching it the whole time going “who are you?” and by the end said “why should I care?” Really good summary from this IMDB review here:

Little harsh but my thoughts exactly.

TL;DR: The writers need to really rethink how to introduce their world to newcomers AND fans alike. -

There’s so much passion in Hazbin Hotel but I feel it’s misaimed and a prime example of why “write/draw what you like and what sounds ‘fun’!!!!” isn’t a good idea for storytelling.

There’s technically a story in Hazbin Hotel, but because of the bad pacing and lackluster approach to world and character development, for the kind of project that it is, it’s not very good. 

-

Again, for the people in the back: if you think I’m a bully because I happen to be harsh with my criticism, sorry but harsh critique isn’t the same thing as bad faith criticism (CinemaSins, NC, Bad Webcomics Wiki) and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lump me in with those turds because I don’t love every second of this. I may not be the best writer, but storytelling is my passion and I think this dropped the ball. IT DOESN’T MEAN I HATE IT. - Alternatively, if you love Hazbin unconditionally or disagree with me on these things: great! Like what you like as long as everything’s safe, which it is. Stuff is problematic but hey so is everything look at the stuff I like. Also, if you’re one of those people who unironically says “if you like HH than I’m blocking you teehee unfollow me”, you fittingly have a very special seat in hell set up for you. Don’t threaten my friends cause you don’t like something they like. =)

[cottontail20]

In Happy Times, Our Love Does Grow, Chapter 44: Sexy Bunny

Summary: Wanda helps Vision with Easter Bunny duties.

Ao3 link :https://archiveofourown.org/works/20601530/chapters/56716072#workskin

Nightmares aside, Wanda ended up having the best night's sleep she'd experienced in quite a long time. In Vision's arms, with Viv snuggled safely between them, Wanda felt perfectly at peace, like this was exactly where she was meant to be.

Vision and Viv seemed to sleep exceptionally well too. Perfectly content.

Everyday, it was getting easier to ignore the nasty little voice in Wanda's head that told her she wasn't good enough for Vision and Viv, and harder to deny the idea that maybe, just maybe, the three of them belonged together. --

The following morning began with a ritual that had been established on previous weekend sleepovers: Watching cartoons, and eating sugary cereal of the kind that, in the home of a sensible parent like Vision, was most definitely only allowed on weekends and special occasions.

Viv, being a very perceptive child, perched herself in Wanda's lap as they watched and munched, not knowing what her nightmare had been about, but somehow knowing that Wanda felt better having her close by.

Vision, with his arm around Wanda, let TV time go on quite a bit longer than he normally would have, even on a weekend. They were just so comfortable, and besides, this wasn't just any weekend, it was a Holiday weekend. He could relax the rules just a little more, right? As Wanda kissed his cheek, resting her head on his shoulder, Vision decided that yes, he definitely could. --

Later that afternoon, they set about making their Easter baskets ready for the following day.

"First, you gotta make a kind of box thingy, for the baskety part of the basket.." Viv was explaining.

"Of course" Wanda smiled, listening intently.

"And then we glue a handle on.. Can you hold it while I glue, Wanda?" Viv asked. "Usually Daddy does, but he's busy making you a cup of tea.."

"Mhmm.." Wanda flashed a smile to Vision in the Kitchen as she held the handle in place for Viv.

"And the other side.."

"Got it.."

"Done!" Viv grinned.

"That is a very fine looking basket" Vision smiled as he came to sit beside Wanda, who thanked him with a kiss as he set a mug of tea in front of her.

"Thank you, Daddy! Now we've just gots to make baskets for you and Wanda, and then we can decorate them!" --

So, they made two more baskets. Decorated them with stickers and drawings, laughing and having a wonderful time all the while.

Before they knew it, the sun was slipping below the horizon.

Wanda helped Vision whip up an easy evening meal, and after eating, they watched a movie with Viv before they both tucked her into bed.

"Remember, Vivian" Vision told his daughter as he kissed her goodnight, "The Easter Bunny is like Santa Claus."

"Your Father is right, Fata dulce" Wanda agreed, brushing a stray hair out of the little girl's face. "The Bunny will only come after you go to sleep."

"I know" Viv yawned, snuggling deeper into her blankets. "Goodnight, Daddy. Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight" Vision smiled softly.

"Vise placute" Wanda added, as they crept out of the room. "Sweet dreams.." --

"Wanda.." whispered Vision, a few moments after they had pulled the door almost, but not all the way shut, "How would you like to be the Easter Bunny with me?"

"Hmm.." A cheeky smile crossed Wanda's face, and she rushed off to fetch something from her bag. "Give me a minute.."

"Alright.." Though slightly confused, Vision waited as Wanda had asked him.

Soon, Wanda returned, wearing the bunny ears she donned at work.

"Is this good?"

"Yes" Vision chuckled. "Very good."

"And this?" She turned, revealing that she was also wearing a tail.

"Uh, yes.." Vision blushed a little, trying very hard to focus on the tail and not.. anything else. "That's good too."

"Alright then. Let's go, Easter Bunny Wanda on duty!"

Giving her 'tail' a wiggle that was maybe a little less subtle than she intended, Wanda set off. When Vision followed her, unable to stop a happy, puppy dog look from spreading over his face, she smirked.

As much as Wanda hated all the 'Sexy Bunny' comments she inevitably received around Easter time at the Party Store, right now she found that she really didn't mind being one for Vision. -- Once Vision had fetched the Easter Eggs, he and Wanda set about hiding them. Some they scattered around all the obvious places. Others, they more stealthily tucked into little nooks and crannies about the House.

By the time the two Easter Bunnies were completely satisfied with their work, it was getting rather late. They had just enough time for one more hot drink before admitting that it was time to turn in.

"I'm guessing Viv will be up early Tomorrow for her Easter Hunt?" Wanda asked, as she drained the last of her tea.

"She will" Vision nodded, finishing the last of his own drink.

"I suppose we should probably think about bed.." Wanda stood, intending to head for Viv's room as she usually did, even if, somehow, that did not feel entirely right anymore.

"I suppose.." Vision hesitated, unsure whether he was about to overstep a line, but now that he had held Wanda as she slept, even just the once, it felt wrong to have her sleep here and not be holding her. "Wanda?"

"Mmhm?" She looked at him.

"You.. You can stay with me, if you like.." Vision blushed. "If you'd rather not, if it's too much I understand, it's just.. It was nice, holding you.."

Wanda cut him off, bending slightly to kiss him.

"It's not too much."

"It's not?"

"No" Wanda smiled softly. "I.. It's nice being held, and like I said, I trust you" She offered Vision her hand. "So.. Time for bed?"

"Yes.." Vision smiled, taking her hand. "Time for bed." --

So, once again, Vision held Wanda as she slept, because it felt right to do so, felt like in his arms was where she belonged.

And the next day, when Viv jumped on them to wake them both up, excitedly declaring that the Easter Bunny had come, and wanting to begin her hunt.. Vision watched Wanda, occasionally picking up a few eggs for her own basket, while leaving most for Viv. Watched Wanda gently guide the little girl towards the better hidden eggs, without telling her straight out where they were, letting Viv enjoy the sense of victory that came from working it out herself.

And as he watched, and Wanda flashed a dazzling smile in his direction.. Vision couldn't help falling a little more in love with her.

[myownpersonaldemons]

Self-Tober Prompt 10

Fantasy

Grillby/Reader

This is actually just an AU for Chasing the End where the war between monsters and humans never happened that I thought of (not spoiling anything that hasn’t been revealed as of Chapter 15), and it’s kind of in a fantasy setting so.......................................here you go\

You heard the high-pitched scream that made your stomach drop and your hands drop the dish you were washing. Your heart beat heavily in your chest, but a soothing reassurance calmed you down almost instantly. It almost seemed to whisper ‘no one was harmed...it’s okay...we’re all okay’.

Still, you wiped your hands off on your apron and hurried outside into the yard. Grillby was holding a small flaming child high above a smaller amphibian monster who was attempting to scale him to get to the child. Nindree was too busy cackling, getting a dry look from her mate who then proceeded to head over to scoop Undyne into their arms.

“What happened?” you asked, half-amused as Grillby lowered Kindra slightly but still well out of reach of Undyne if she were to wriggle her way out of Cherja’s arms.

“Undyne wanted to show Kindra the new move that Gerson showed her! Cept, my little brat wanted ta practice ON your kid. Sorry for the intrusion, but the way! BUT! We’re basically family so DEAL WITH IT!” Nindree said with a big grin, and Cherja sighed exasperatedly, before swiping their long tail into Nindree’s legs and tripping her.

Undyne cackled, clapping her tiny hands at the sight of her mother sprawled on the floor.

“Apologiessss, Lionheart, Undyne was full of energy,” Cherja sighed, slithering closer to you.

You sighed softly, “No apologies needed, Cher. Which one screamed like that?”

Grillby jerked a thumb over to Undyne who was grinning proudly up at you from underneath her parents arm. You raised your eyebrow, “That was a loud scream, kiddo. Thought someone was hurt.”

“Gotta make em AFRAID!” Undyne shouted, pumping her fists upwards as best she could, but almost fell out of Cherja’s arms. Cherja sighed again before placing their daughter onto the dirt unceremoniously. Undyne grinned up at you, her red hair flopping into her face before she roughly shoved it out of the way. It looked like it had been braided at one point, but you knew Undyne hated the feeling of her hair braided unlike her mother.

“Undyne, do you wisssh to ssshow your Aunt them move inssstead?” Cherja asked, “No tesssting it on her, though.”

“Oh, no,” you waved a hand, “sweetie, you can practice on me, but first you gotta apologize to Kindra for scaring them.”

Undyne puffed out her cheeks before sighing dramatically and walking over to your SOULmate. Grillby bent down to one knee and Undyne held out a webbed hand towards Kindra, who had returned to her more human-esque appearance. Kindra stared at the hand before peering up at her father. Only when he nodded did she reach out and accept the hand shake.

“Sorry for scaring you...or whatever,” Undyne mumbled, before immediately darting back over to you and grabbing at your apron. “NOW?”

You huffed out a laugh, “sure, kid.”

Undyne led you a bit away from the house to the ‘sparring area’ as Nindree had declared it one day when she had tackled you to the ground one day. It had been ten years since you last had to worry about keeping your fighting skills sharp. The peace treaty King Riagol made with the human king had worked, thankfully.

Your best friend’s daughter was nearly fifteen and sometimes forgot that Halflings didn’t mature as fast as Monsters did, and sometimes couldn’t understand why your four year old wasn’t like her. Speaking of, you glanced over at Kindra, sending out a comforting pulse and she returned a loving one that almost made you start crying in the sparring ring.

You’d never thought you would ever have this life. A husband, a daughter...Gods, you didn’t even think you’d have friends. There had been a point where you had refused to look to the future, every day was one after the next because all you saw when you looked into the future was death, despair, and war. This wasn’t the future you had ever envisioned...but it was a future you were grateful for.

Undyne didn’t let you dwell on your thoughts for long at all before she was pulling you into an encounter. You skipped your turn by checking her and giggling at the description.

*Wants to get strong enough to suplex a BOULDER!

When it was her turn, you could see her face screw up in concentration focusing on her hand before a spear fizzled into existence. Undyne grinned wickedly at it before glancing over at her parents with excitement and then turned back towards you. With even more concentration she threw the spear towards your SOUL. You already knew there was no harmful intent in the blow, but it was your SOUL, so you shifted it out of the way of the spear at the last second.

When it was your turn, you checked her again and saw that the description had changed to:

*WILL suplex a boulder one day!

Your smile widened before you allowed her to end the encounter.

“One day I’ll be able to bet anyone in a fight!” Undyne shouted in promise before running towards Nindree and tackling her back to the ground. You snorted as the two began to rough house on the ground, shouts of praise and encouragement from Nindree and cackles and laughter from Undyne filled the small clearing that you and Grillby had made your home.

Cherja smiled fondly at the image before they turned back towards you, “Thank you...that isss all we came by for....ssshe wasss quite excccited. We ssshall get out of your hair, Gasster and Viv invited usss over for lunch.”

“OH! RIGHT!” Nindree sprung to her feet, Undyne tucked under her arm giggling, “Viv wanted me to tell you that she and that old fart think that their egg’s gunna hatch soon. Sans has been talkin’ bout nothing else.”

You smiled, “I can’t wait to meet Papyrus.”

“NEITHER CAN I!” Undyne shouted, “Sans doesn’t wanna rough house with me, and Ra’s too small still.”

“Anywaysss, let’sss go,” Cherja said, placing a hand on Nindree’s back, “We’re intruding.”

“Pah, what’s with you and Grillbz always telling me I’m intruding,” Nindree grumbled, but allowed her mate to guide her away after giving you a one armed hug, and punching Grillby’s shoulder.

“...if you stopped....we wouldn’t tell you...” Grillby shot back, grinning at her and giving her a lighter punch back. You waved, calling out promises to see them soon, and watched as they continued down the path back towards the capital. Once they were out of sight, you twirled towards your family and pulled Kindra out of Grillby’s arms.

“Well, wasn’t that an exciting morning,” you said kissing her nose, then added as you glanced at her small stripped dress, “good thing I enchanted your clothes to not burn. Combustible baby.”

Kindra smiled at you, returning the kiss on your nose with a bit too much pressure and enthusiasm. She giggled at you as you scrunched up your nose slightly. Grillby placed a kiss to her temple which made her giggle more, and then pat her father’s cheeks happily. He responded by blowing some sparks lightly at her, which made her giggle even harder as they dusted across her cheeks.

“What were you two up to?” you asked, nudging Grillby’s stomach with your elbow, “Besides lighting my daughter on fire.”

“I did it!” Kindra announced loudly, before bursting into flames in your arms. Grillby yanked her out of your arms immediately, and you felt the slight panic in his face but you simply laughed.

“Look at you! Have you been practising?” you asked, subtly reaching over to Grillby to soothe his worries. You both knew that she’d would have to have intent to harm you, but she also wasn’t able to stop things from catching on fire. Your clothes were not enchanted against fire...yet. You added that to your mental checklist.

“Yeah! With Papa!” Kindra chirrped happily, before kissing Grillby’s cheek and the wriggling in his arms. “I wanna go!”

“....where?” Grillby asked, but relented.

“Play with frogs!” Kindra announced, pointing towards the pond.

Grillby tensed slightly, and you rested your hand against his back.

“Just don’t burst into flames near the water, okay?” you said smiling down at her, “It makes Papa nervous.”

“Okay! I won’t!” Kindra said, beaming at the two of you before spinning around and skipping towards the pond.

Grillby let out a sigh of smoke this time and looked down at you before back at his daughter. You stepped closer and wrapped your arms around his waist. Immediately, his arms curled around you, but his eyes never left Kindra as she splashed in the pond and then began to crouch down to try to find some frogs.

Sometimes you swore he neared overprotective when it came to Kindra, but then again he had never been around Halfling children. All he knew was that fire elementals didn’t mix with water, and his daughter, who even if she was half-human, was half-fire elemental. The first time he had walked in on you bathing with her, he had nearly fainted.

Neither of you were going to dunk her into water when she was  in her flame form...but she was old enough that she had control over switching back forth now.

You kissed the highest point on Grillby that you could, which was his chest, before releasing him. “Okay, crisis diverted, I’m going to finish up my morning chores. Are you heading to the tavern soon?”

He nodded, bending down to kiss the top of your head. Fingers gently tracing your jaw before he straightened, and moved closer to the pond. You could feel the worry that he was trying to tamp down, but you sent a soothing flow similar to the one he had just sent you, and watched as his shoulder relaxed ever so slightly.

Grillby had retired from the Royal Guard a few years back, before the two of you had even decided to have Kindra. Shortly after he had opened Home’s first tavern. He was tired of fighting, and he had found that he loved cooking and learning new recipes. Your cookbook, well it was his now too, was constantly on the counter with him scrawling the recipes that he made into it in his language. It was now a mixture of the strange Mage written language, and the Monster written language. Plus one scribbled recipe that Kindra had written for tea that Gerson had made for her.

Oh! Right, Gerson was in the city. He’d probably be at the tavern when Grillby went to open it. You’d probably swing by with Kindra if Gerson didn’t pop by your farmstead first.

If you went into the city, you’d probably pay a visit to Toriel and Asgore and see how their Egg was doing. Asriel was taking a while to hatch, but neither were worried, each Egg took its own sweet time to hatch. Riagol was a mess waiting for his grandchild, however, and complained that he would Dust before they hatched. Then what? He’d never get to meet his grandchild.

You had been on the end of a few of those rants, normally while you and Gaster were giving him an update on the latest SOUL research. Gaster had quite the humor once you got to know him...and now you didn’t have to guess why him and Vivaldi were SOULmates.

With that thought, you glanced over your shoulder to see Grillby ushering Kindra back towards the house. He gave you both kisses before heading out to the city to his day job.

The rest of the day sped by, as they all seemed to do now. You taught Kindra about human and monster history, you taught her some more magic tricks (small things to help her improve her control), and got her ‘help’ in the farm. Just before dinner, you took her into town to her father’s tavern, where she and Gerson chattered the night away, and you joked with Vivaldi and Gaster while Sans chuckled away holding onto his baby brother’s egg.

Kindra eventually got tired so you gave Gerson a kiss on the cheek, said goodbye to Viv and Gaster, and then encouraged Kindra to give everyone good night hugs. She did. Every single monster in the tavern. Who all cooed and aww’d at the little Halfling who was sleepily moving from Monster to Monster. You smiled and felt Grillby’s SOUL flare with affection.

It wasn’t a long walk back to the farmstead, and you sang Kindra to sleep along the way. Her tiny head tucked against your shoulder, one arm limp and the other loosely holding onto the neckline of your tunic. You quietly opened her bedroom door and slowly placed her into her bed. She stirred slightly, but settled quickly as you pulled her blanket up.

For a moment, you stayed with her, watching her chest rise and fall and her eyelids flutter with dreams. Memories floated to the surface, and you wiped a few tears from your cheeks before you stood up and left her to her slumber.

You entered your own bedroom and stripped down before pulling on your nightwear and slipping into bed. Grillby’s schedule varied, he normally stayed until the last patron left...and thankfully the monsters were kind enough to not eat up too much of the night. Still, sometimes you missed falling asleep with him in the bed beside you. Especially during the winters.

You were awoken by a warm arm wrapping around your waist and a strong chest pressing against your back. A soft kiss on your shoulder was followed by a trail up your neck, making a shiver roll down your spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. You gently stroked the arm around your waist and nestled back into his embrace.

“I love you,” you whispered, tilting your head so you could see him better.

“...and I, you,” he replied back just as softly. “...never thought I’d get this.”

“Me either,” you said before shifting in his arms so you were chest to chest, “I don’t know where we’d be if the war-“

He silenced you with a kiss, just a quick one, before pressing his forehead against yours. “...don’t think about that...when I do....it makes my SOUL hurt.”

You nod, foreheads brushing against each other’s lightly. “I know,” you run your hands up his chest before slipping them around his neck to pull him into another kiss. This one more heated.

There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t thank the Gods that the war never happened.

You didn’t want to imagine what your life would’ve been like if it did.

[choicesatnight]

Devoted Fiend

Title: Devoted Fiend

Pairing: James Ashton x Vivian (MC)

Rating: Angst n stuff..?

Word count:  2,048 words

My disclaimer:  This character is owned by PB, I just enjoy some elaboration. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N:  * is a separator due to scene change, use of Daddy, Italics are James thoughts

Four months later, Vivian is the only suspect in Reyna’s murder although they cannot link the poison to Vivian as the autopsy revealed Reyna’s cause of death as extreme amounts of black mamba venom. They did find an empty vial in Vivian’s purse which is the sole reason she is a suspect. Out on bail, thanks to James, she gave birth to a healthy boy who currently resides with his father.

After putting Logan down to sleep, James sits down to dial Comfort.

“Hey hun"

“Hey C, where are you?”

“Almost at your place”

“Good. Logan misses you.”

“Oh, does he? Logan's got some explaining to do"

“Uh oh.”

“I'm here.” She hangs up the phone and opens the door.

Comfort walks in wearing her usual type of outfit. An oversized top, formfitting jeans, and heels. The top is so long it hides the part of her bottom half that James likes to see the most.

“You look nice" he kisses her lips.

After the kiss, “I'm going to see Logan. Sit down, hun. I'll be right back.”

Seconds later she returns from the nursery and sits on the couch beside James.

 “He's sleeping.”

“Hopefully for a while. He’s quite the night owl.”

“That’s the complete opposite of you.”

James' eyes scrunch in confusion, why does she think I’m not a night person at all? I can hang late at night. Shouldn’t she know this by now?

“I guess. But it’s exactly like his mother.”

Comfort rolls her eyes,

“Why are you talking about murderers?”

“You know I believe in her innocence. Regardless, she’s still Logan’s mom.”

“She's a murderer which brings me to my next point. James. You paid for her LEGAL TEAM!?” raising her voice in absolute disapproval of what he’s done.

“Yes. She's Logan's mom”

“Babe. She's a damn MUR👏🏼DER👏🏼ER"

James smiles, “You called me babe.”

Like Vivian used to.

Her mouth flat and eyes full of anger

“Listen, if she gets free you will be responsible for a murderer on the loose. She's obsessed with you so I'm next and when I wind up dead it's on you. Know that.”

“Comfort, I'm sorry we disagree about her role in Reyna's murder but she's Logan's mother and I’m always going to look after the mother of my child.”

“Okay honey remember you said that when I'm dead and you ultimately end up back with her because you're soft for her.”

“Soft for her? Comfort, we were together for nine years. She's the mother of my son. I have a right, no – a VALID REASON to stay in her life and excuse me for being polite and using the money I have for things” He takes a breath before he continues, “and PEOPLE that are important to me! I’m only looking out for her.” His tone is elevated, he’s standing and looking at her with furrowed brows as he speaks. How dare she speak so ill of Vivian!

She stands up and gets in his face,

“Really James? Do you think raising your voice is gonna back me down off of the fact that you’re taking care of a murderer? I don’t care how long you were together, she’s a killer and this is not cool. You need to have a seat, get the hell outta my face and go tell her to stay in her damn place!”

Feeling even more frustrated, he sits down without a word. Comfort remains standing.

“Exactly. Sit down. Don’t try to argue with me about that damn murderer. I got this argument.”

Did she just tell me what to do?

Nothing. James says nothing.

“You act like you're still together. The only difference is that you're having sex with me and I have a key to your apartment.”

“Are you saying you think this is only about sex?”

“I hope not.”

 “I’ll talk to her, okay?” He has no intention of talking to her about this situation. She’s innocent and not even Comfort can convince him otherwise.

“That’s all I’m asking, at least. Man up.” James thoughts linger to Vivian. She would never talk to him this way, nor would she be so demanding.

“Okay, well…”

“Um, yeah, I’ll call you later, okay?” Comfort attempts to kiss James though he bends as if he’s looking for something and she leaves.

What Comfort doesn’t know is that James also paid her bail, so by her definition he’s already let a murderer loose.

**

Vivian sits at home alone. Thinking of the situation she's gotten herself in when her phone rings "Sweet Love" and steals her attention. Upon grabbing the phone, she sees its lit with notification. Today is...or would have been, her 10th anniversary with James. Imagining how amazing the day and night would have been if they were together and if she were not facing a murder conviction leads her to dial James. 

"Hey James"

"Hey" she can hear the tiniest cry near the phone. 

"Awww is that Logan?"

"Of course, it is. I'm feeding him."

"Can I come by? Do you have company already?" He knows she's asking about Comfort. She always avoids saying her name. Is Comfort equivalent to Voldemort to Vivian? 

"Only Logan and I are home. Come by." 

"I miss my baby. See you soon" she hangs up the phone and heads to James apartment.  

Once there, she kisses James on the cheek and sets her purse and keys on the table. Removing her coat reveals the low cut, form-fitting shirt she is wearing. He gets lost remembering the way she'd call him Daddy when he'd bite her nipples simply by staring at her top and maybe a little from the warm familiarity of her perfume. But he is pulled from his memories when Vivian repeats "I'm gonna go see Logan.” Until he responds “Okay.”

She walks to the nursery and rocks baby Logan in her arms while singing. "ABCDEF is for Frugal which your father is not. And hey! Father. F is for father GH is for Hoe. The kind of partner you shouldn't commit to IJ..." James walks in "Those ABC's don't sound appropriate for an infant." He smiles, only to show that he is not chastising her. "He'll know his letters and some adult lessons by the time he's three. He'll be a scholar and know how to avoid getting hurt. He'll be better than his mom. He'll be like his dad." 

James walks behind her wrapping her in his embrace, hands rested on her stomach 

"You're a wonderful woman." She softly places Logan in his crib

"I wasn't good enough for you."

He releases her from his embrace only to make her face him,

"Vivian, are you kidding me? You're the love of my life. You don't seem to understand the change I had to go through after realizing that you were not committed to me. It broke my entire person. But I emerged."

"And started dating her. I pushed you to her and that’s who you share your happiness with.”

“It’s not happy” Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that. Vivian doesn’t need to hear about this…

“What’s wrong, James? Why aren’t you happy?”

“Okay,” he visually relaxes after deciding its okay to share this with Vivian.

“We argued and she talked down to me. Spoke to me like I were an idiot. You know how intensely I feel for words. She changed the way I see her plus I’m still mad.”

She steps closer to James “So now she's talking you crazy. Treating you like less of a man. Babe. You don’t deserve that.”

James is hardly able to resist Vivian, she's like kryptonite to him, but with the strength he has he says “Give me a second, gotta take advantage of this time while you're here with Logan" he laughs heading toward the bathroom.

Vivian can't help but notice James phone left on the baby`s changing table.

“My trusting lover never fails me" she laughs at the ZERO methods of protection on his phone and looks for her name “Vivian (Logan's mother)” to change it to “Soul Mate (Logan's Mother).” She's proud of her son, there’s no reason to change that. Next, she looks for Comfort. And finds her under “My everything (Comfort ❤).” Thank goodness for his parenthesis or she wouldn't ever find her. She changes her name to “Temporary Bitch (Comfort)” and puts his phone down. Just in time as he is walking back to her.

Now in the living room, James returns to Vivian

“Thanks for allowing me that quick shower. I felt pretty grimy. Logan doesn't deserve a grimy dad" he laughs

She joins in the laughter.  “You're definitely the type for Dad jokes.” 

“Oh, I'm a comedian. Comfort has extracted parts of me I didn't know existed.”

“Did she do that when she was screaming at you what to do?”

James is silent. Vivian knows exactly how to finish James, how to make herself irresistible to him.

“Hey, come here” she grabs his hand, pulling him into the bedroom and sitting on the bed. She gets on her knees behind him, massaging his shoulders.

“Close your eyes. Just relax to my touch…Daddy”

James is ready to relax but the flame ignites when she calls him Daddy. He turns his head around to look at her and they begin to kiss as attempts to pull her unto his lap. The movements are a little tricky, but she ends up on his lap as they continue kissing.  He pulls away long enough to say,

“I need you, Viv" before returning immediately to kissing her, deepening the kiss unknowing where to let his hands roam. For once, he just wants to kiss her until they share breaths, but she pulls away

“I missed you so much"

“I missed you too, Viv. I didn’t know how much.”

“Will you come to court with me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course.” He kisses her. “I'll be there every day. I testify on Tuesday.” He kisses her again.

“I love you so much"

Vivian smiles, laying her head on James' shoulder. She’s getting everything she wanted in spite of Comfort still being alive.

“I love you too, James"

“Stay here. I’ll be with you tomorrow anyway.” His fingers combing through her hair as she sits on his lap.

“What about your place holder?”

He laughs when she refers to Comfort as “place holder"

“Who cares. She predicted this would happen anyway.”

“She predicted us getting back together?” she laughs

“Yup. She said I`m soft for you…but I'm definitely not soft right now"

She laughs even harder, “Freaky as ever! I missed that.”

They kiss. “It feels like home being back with you. It will be us forever, baby. You, me and Logan."

 “Yup."

**

DAY 1

THE PEOPLE VS. BLACK MAMBA

Both sides have presented their argument and Vivian stands with James and her attorney

“Sounds like the prosecution has no real evidence against you. They only called upon the testaments of forensic professionals. We're going to win.” The lawyer looks at James, “Who is this? Who are you? Vivian, are you entering a new witness?”

Vivian giggles and grabs hold of James' hand, “No. Michael. He paid for you to defend me"

Michael straightens his stance and offers his hand to shake “Mr. Ashton! Michael Board. It's nice to meet you, sir"

James laughs briefly while shaking his hand, “You're thinking of my dad. You can call me James.”

“Jay, Jim, Jimmy" he points finger guns toward James with expecting eyes.

“James.” James' voice is unmoving in tone, indicating tedium.

Vivian moves closer to James, still holding his hand “You can tell him anything. He's should be included in all of it.” James raises their intertwined hands to kiss hers.

“Are you married to James? Vivian, this will be amazing for your image.”

“Well, n-" James cuts of Vivian before she can finish answering

“Yes. I’m her husband.” He stares in her eyes as he speaks

“Perfect! The jury will not convict our brand-new mother and wife when she’s got no evidence tying her to this murder. Mrs. Ashton, consider this case won!” Michael is trying his best not to break out his “We're winning” dance moves when Vivian and James are still locked holding hands and staring into one another's eyes.

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For Ryxtlin: 1, 16, 31, and 72; for Hester: 29, 48, and 60; for Krue: 19, 20, 32, and 58; and for Tiaathque: 36, 53, 54, and 86?

I also finished these answers today and I’m not sure how it happened, but I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth….

Ryxtlin

If your character wasn’t an adventurer, what livelihood would they lead?

Going by the tools she’s proficient in and the needs of her tribe, she’d be a potter. It was the craft she was trained in, and she was actually good at it; she could make very nice designs with the simple materials and glazes they had on hand, and she liked experimenting with glazing techniques. So if she’d stayed with the tribe, that would have been her primary role, though in her tribe everyone does a little bit of everything.

Which means she had basic jeweler’s skills early on, but kobolds don’t have the infrastructure and materials to create really fancy pieces (her tribe worked mostly in copper and tin, with what gems they were able to mine and cut themselves, and her training was as much gemcutting as actual jewelry-making); she taught herself some fancier metals and techniques, by secret observation and experimentation, after she left the tribe and stole some fancy jeweler’s tools from an artisan she spied on. So if somehow she’d been forced to give up on being a lizard wizard, she might have turned to that to support herself.

16. If your character wasn’t whatever class they are, what would they be instead?

Scout rogue! Dex is actually her highest stat, and one of the non-crafter duties that she shared in her tribe was being a scout for the tribe (which pretty much all young adults were at some time or another). She’s always had a thieving soul, and she’d love to learn how to use lockpicks as-is, so if her life had gone down another path that also led her to adventuring, she almost certainly would have gone rogue.

31. What stereotypical group role does your character play in the party? (The Mom, the Mess, the Comic Relief, etc. Optionally: What role would your character play in the “Five Man Band” structure?)

Corric’s crew doesn’t map real well to the Five Man Band structure, honestly, but in a group that did, Ryxtlin would be either the Smart Guy or the Lancer depending on whether someone else fit one of those roles better.

More generally… she’s the Guest Appearance member (Hendrich is more so, as are other OCs that I imagine Corric’s crew meeting/allying with, but of the core four Ryxtlin is the only one who just leaves the party for long stretches once Corric has roped them all together), at times most of the party reads her as the Back-Stabber/Potential Traitor, and she’s definitely, in that group, the Token Evil Member.

72. Who in the party would your character trust the most to keep an important secret?

Depends on the secret! Counting Corric’s crew as the party, she would trust Brochilde with a Crime Secret (Brochilde is the most understanding about how sometimes you just gotta do a crime), and Rudnik, eventually and grudgingly, with a Magic Secret (Corric would be too likely to share or use it, but Rudnik is even more secretive about magic than wizards, and for what she can reluctantly admit are better reasons). No one gets Personal Secrets until super late in the game, carefully sharing them out and watching for the reaction. Corric doesn’t get any secrets that she isn’t willing for the rest of the party to know, because Corric would share them. Hendrich, who only shows up sometimes, doesn’t get any at all.

Of those not in Corric’s crew, Scrape would get Personal Secrets, Magic Secrets, and most Crime Secrets–just not any Ryxtlin is actually ashamed of, because she knows Brochilde is carrying a Big Crime Shame around and doesn’t have the moral high ground on her, but she actually values Scrape’s opinion of her. Viv would be told Magic Secrets as a matter of course, more than anyone else, because she might use them for the benefit of other kobolds.

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Hester

…man, I just realized on re-reading Hester’s bio that I originally was gonna make her have the weapon-calling pact, then got caught up on the idea of extra cantrips while doing the mechanics and never went back and changed the fluff. XD;;

29. What are your character’s hobbies and interests outside of their class?

Hester vaguely remembers that she was an artisan, once! Or at least, she assumes she was an artisan. She remembers making chains of braided seaweed and shells, bracelets and anklets and pendants and crowns…. Sometimes she tries to do it with the materials she’s found on land, polished rocks and string and wire, but it never comes out the same. She tries anyway. It’s a learning process.

She hates music, books it right out of there if a visiting entertainer pulls out a drum or lute, but she likes stories. She’ll sit entranced for hours, listening to the legends of the land. And while she doesn’t remember any sea-elf stories in full, and doesn’t like poetry that’s too much like music–no rhythm or rhyme, just flow–she can invent sweeping epics herself, reams of loose verse invented from choppy memory and stories she’s heard and the empty air.

48. What aspect of your character’s future are they most curious about? (If they could know one thing about the future, what would it be?)

She wants to know if everything is worth it. If her patron really means to come through. If, should she finish meeting all its inscrutable demands, it will heal her entirely, make her pain ease and help her block out the relentless sensory and emotional assaults of the world. Because she thinks it might betray her, that it might just be dangling the impossible to pull her strings, but the only reason she’d stop answering to it would be if she knew for absolute certain that it wouldn’t pay off in the end.

60. What decision would the party have to make in order for your character to consider splitting off from the group?

Honestly, they’d be more likely to cut her off if she slid too far into darkness, but…. Given the group that I made her as a back-up character for? If the party decided to try and pull her away from her patron. I could see that lot doing it, tbh, and she wouldn’t stand for it.

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19. Where in the world does your character most want to visit?

Given that she’s specifically in the Breaking Light world… she doesn’t want to go underground but she does want to meet drow, so somewhere in Fyrsteinn where they live above-ground. And she’d like to see the mountains of Vazlann–she’s seen snow before, but only on the highest peaks, and the idea of it being everywhere is exciting. Also, it would be nice to meet orcs who aren’t super-invested in the duels of the thunder gods.

20. What is the biggest mistake your character has ever made?

Well, if you asked Krue, it would be not realizing how unhappy her sister was, or that she might run off and do Super Dome Shit. If you asked Krac, it would be not supporting her, even emotionally, in her attempts to rebel and find happiness. If you ask anyone else… definitely the time early on in her attendant training when she accidentally dumped an honored elder’s ashes on their grandchildren. The conductor of rites had to improvise real fast to make it seem like that was a New Religious Addition and not an accident.

32. What is your character the most insecure about?

Getting Things Right. Krue wants to do things exactly, precisely, the proper way, and she hates messing up. That goes for rituals, physical tasks, social interactions… she’s super polite and formal because informality leads to the possibility of offense, and so it’s really hard for her to lower her guard and actually chat like a normal person. Even when she does, though, her subjects of conversation often throw others off, so… it’s a lose/lose situation.

58. If somebody (an NPC, someone from their backstory, etc.) your character trusts/loves asked your character to do something against the party’s best interest, who would they side with?

It really depends on who it was, since she has more… fraught feelings about this than she’s willing to say or admit. One of her ideals is ‘blood is thicker than water,’ and if she was asked about her family she’d say that she’s hoping Krac will decide to go along with her family instead of considering any dangerous course she might be upon, in truth Krue would be very torn if she Krac had a convincing story about her reasons–she might actually side with her. As for the elders and her peers and parents, she respects them all intensely, but if she bonded with a party, they also might come first… deep down, she’s very much about individuals over people.

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Tiaathque

36. What would be your character’s theme song/favorite band/favorite genre of music?

Very soft, light music. She would be all over Enya.

53. What is your character’s favorite spell? If they don’t use spells: what is their favorite personal weapon/combat maneuver/skill/etc.?

Mage Armor is the spell she uses most often, but once she starts getting involved in Phyrea’s peasant-rebellion hobby, and also reaches a high enough level, she becomes very, very fond of Hold Person. Slap it on anyone: the snitch you caught trying to sneak off from the rebel’s meeting, the injured person who can’t seem to hold still long enough to be treated, the constables who showed up with sword in hand to try and put an end to the rousing speech against the local authority. It’s not her chosen school, but it’s one of the few non-Abjuration spells she does regularly prepare, just because it makes so many things so much easier.

Also, combine it with Glyph of Warding and you have the perfect trap for assassins and saboteurs. Tiaathque really wishes she didn’t ever have to worry about assassins, but when she does, it’s a beautiful combo for handling them.

54. How does your character feel about keeping secrets from the rest of the party?

Though I’ve played with the idea of them picking up Hicwynn as a tank, for the most part, “the rest of the party” is Phyrea, and Tiaathque doesn’t keep secrets from her. Not intentionally, anyway, not things that she thinks of as secrets. Sure, she’s reluctant for a long time to tell Phyrea the fully story of her origin, but that’s not really a secret. Nor is it a secret when something is troubling her–she’s just not bothering Phyrea, that’s all. And if it’s something personal, something she treasures or something that’s hurting her or something that she doesn’t want to waste people’s time with, yeah, she’s gonna fold around that thing and lock it down until and unless it comes out on its own and bites her in the ass.

If she was traveling with someone that she thought might not be trustworthy with their secrets, hers and Phyrea’s, especially the fighting-for-liberation stuff, she wouldn’t hesitate to stay mum or lie as needed to keep that knowledge safe. Whether they were good-hearted and loose-lipped, or too certain that authority could be trusted and reasoned with, or outright against the idea of helping people gain their freedom… the reason wouldn’t matter, whether she liked them wouldn’t matter, she’d keep that stuff close to her chest until she trusted them. No regrets.

86. Does your character consider themselves a hero, villain, or something else?

Phyrea considers them heroes. Phyrea is a bundle of good intentions and poor impulse control and can justify any harmful mistake to herself because they meant well. Tiaathque… is much more cognizant of the ripple effects of their actions, and how they can unintentionally do more good than harm. And yet she helps Phyrea anyway, even when she can see it rebounding on people down the road. So no, she doesn’t consider herself a hero, personally. Or even a hero’s sidekick. An enabler of heroic tendencies, that’s probably the best way to look at it.

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1. What is your favorite Nancy Drew game and why? Ghost of Thornton Hall! My Nancy Drew Holy Grail. This game just does everything right. The backstory of the Thornton family is beautiful and terrible and is the backbone of this game. The cast of characters are amazing. Clara, Wade, Harper -- all tragically complex and interesting. I’ll even throw Frat Boy Colton a bone here and say he added something to the story. Harper is straight up modeled after Helena Bohnem Carter in every role ever (though she most closely resembles Bellatrix Lestrange, probably). I absolutely loved hunting through the graveyard and reading old books to find out more about this family, their past, and this bizarre little southern island they live on. (Side note: Do tiny pieces of real estate like this exist off the coast of Georgia? Okay, I have consulted GoogleMaps and it appears they do. Making a note to visit.) The setting is just gorgeous, in the dreary, creepy way you would expect it to be. It reminded me of the abandoned town of Spectre from Big Fish. In fact, the whole thing has an eerie but beautiful Tim Burton-esque vibe to me. You have some amazing spaces to explore, including locked doors and hidden tunnels to boot. Puzzles are on point. Every puzzle in this game is going to help you advance the plot; nothing is sending you on benign errands. This was just seriously an awesome game. It’s the first ND game I’ve played in the Blahunka era, and it really opened a door to some of my other series favorites.

FIN, DDI, SPY, and TRT probably round of my top 5. 

2. Have you played all 32 games in the series? If not, which ones haven’t you played? If yes, which one did you play first? I played MHM first, back in the day. Nothing like a little Abby seance to turn you on to a series. 

Though I’ve been play since I was a wee baby jr. sleuth, I really rediscovered the series about 3 years ago. Still haven’t hit some of the more clunky sounding ones: White Wolf, Venice, Twister, Ransom, Medallion (started it but I can’t get through this gd game). I also still haven’t played DED or ASH but definitely looking forward to those. 

3. What is your favorite line from any character in the series? Because I’m fresh off of SPY, I’m going to say “Be good. Be a little bad.” 

4. If you could change the ending to any game, which one would it be (no spoilers, though)? Less jet packs.

5. Which game is your least favorite, and why? I mean, SCK is obviously not the biggest thrill, but damn I really hated fucking Castle Malloy. I thought I was going to love this concept: An upcoming wedding at a dilapidated castle in Ireland, where the groom suddenly goes missing?! SIGN ME UP, I SAY. But I really ate my words. This game is such a tedious slog to get through. Kyler, the bride in question, sits on her ass reading her damn book while you go on a wild goose chase for her husband. (Wild goose chase is hardly even figurative: there’s a damn chase-sheep-give-them-mohawks puzzle for christ sake.) The puzzles are long, and you frequently have to hunt down several missing pieces before you can even start said puzzles. The ending has to be some of the most bizarro, half-baked writing the Nancy Drew series has ever seen. Not to mention, the final sequence was one of the most infuriating things I’ve ever experienced (and I’m not even certain that this is hyperbole). I blew myself up approximately 35 times before - in a fit of rage - I Googled what nuanced methodology I needed to master in order to simply lift a bottle. 

6. Which character is your favorite? Why? Oy, probably Dagny. But give me dem Hardy Boys any day. Also, Hilda Swenson. And Renate (CAP). And Viv (DOG). I tend to enjoy the old eccentric ladies. 

7. Which character is your least favorite? Why? I’m pretty sure Holt Scotto (DDI) is part of the alt-right, so.

8. How do you feel about the whole Nancy/Ned vs. Nancy/Frank situation? Do you ship her with someone else? Who, and why? Patiently waiting for Nancy and Frank’s love story to arise in MID. 

9. Do you have any fun headcanons about any of the games or characters? DAN is based off of The Devils Wears Prada. 

10. If you could visit any of the locations of the games, which ones would they be and why?

That absolutely wild underworld set in LIE (someone explain why you build an elaborate set UNDER the stage instead of on it...)

Dry Creek (SHA)

Thornton’s bouge island

All the cool Pacific Northwest locations in DDI -- lighthouse, island, whale cave, etc

Wickford Castle

Royal Palladium 

The Train

11. Did you read any of the original Nancy Drew books? If yes, do you like them? If no, would you consider reading one? I have not! But absolutely. Someone recommend the best one to me!

12. What is one thing any good detective can’t live without? Locked shit.

13. Which game had the best soundtrack? I really liked the Irish-y jig music in DDI and HAU. 

14. What is one thing you wish HER would’ve included in any of the games (a conversation, interaction, location, feature, etc.)? I want a decent explanation of what happened in past-Germany in CUR. As in, we know who’s responsible for the monster games in present day, but they sure as shit weren’t alive in the olden days. 

15. Do you have any ideas for a future game? What is it? Maybe a game base around the witch trials or something?

16. How long does it take you to finish a game from start to finish? Depends! Replays I can usually do in a single sitting, but first plays will take me a few days. 

17. Did any of the games scare you? If yes, which ones? If no, why? Hell yeah, MHM scared the shit out of me when I was little. That “I see you” is like straight out of the Chamber of Secrets. Now that I’m an adult, some of my scariest thoughts are routed in my family falling apart. GTH and SAW and SPY definitely get to me in a psychological way. Thanks Blahunka, you twisted human.

18. Why did you join the Nancy Drew fandom here on tumblr? I have no real-life humans to talk these things through with, so thank you for being my internet humans. 

19. What is your favorite Nancy Drew joke (from in-game or even floating around the internet)? In game, it’s gotta be the mom jeans shade from SPY. On the internet, all of the “It’s Locked” puns. 

20. Who is someone in the clue crew you’ve always wanted to get to know? All of ya!

21. What are three unpopular opinions you hold about the games? 1. CUR is overrated. 2. LIE is underrated.  3. Lukas > Jane Penvellyn any damn day. I love playing Monster and hate playing damn “Go Dig.” 

22. Do you have any fun theories about any of the games? I really think that if Blahunka stayed on, we would have gotten a Nancy/Ned break up at some point, and then a Nancy/Frank relationship later on. 

23. Who was your favorite animal character featured in the games? Whale friend from DDI. 

24. Do other people in your life know about your love for Nancy Drew? Yes! I’m constantly trying to get others to play!

25. How long have you been playing these games? Since about 2001. 

26. What’s your favorite in-game backstory/history?

Ballad of Dirk Valentine and Francis Humbert; it’s truly the beating heart of SHA and the greatest love story in the series history. 

The random hilarity of all Jake Hurley’s famous friends in TRN (he’s basically Tahani). Like, they seriously worked the Lincoln Assassination into this shit?? It’s amazing. 

TRT, but more for the Wickford story than for the Marie Antoinette story. (When I played this as a child, I became obsessed with Marie Antoinette as a result of this game. I was too young to realize how ridiculous it is that Marie Antoinette’s tower was mysteriously in Wisconsin. I’m now too old to see through that ridiculously convenient pothole.)

Mickey Malone, his bombass girlfriend Vivienne, and his cool speakeasy. 

Everything about the history of the Thorntons. 

27. What is your favorite cut scene? Oh my god that damn junk shop in CRY. WHY WHY WHY.

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Ashton was the most nervous he had ever been. He knew the fundraiser was important to Vivian, but he also knew that there were risks showing his face around FBI agents. He stood in front of his mirror, looking at his reflection. He almost didn’t recognize himself, standing there in a full suit and tie. He hadn’t worn a suit and tie since the burial of his family. “What are you all dolled up for?” Calum asked as he walked into Ashton’s room, a cigarette between his teeth.

“Vivian’s got that FBI fundraiser tonight, and I’m going with her.” Ashton sighed.

“What? Ashton, you know they’re going to recognize you. You’re on a wanted list, they aren’t going to look past that just because you’re with an agent’s daughter.” Calum rolled his eyes. “They’re going to take us down, just because you’re too much of a pussy to break up with your bitch.”

“Hey!” Ashton yelled, shoving Calum back. “She’s not my bitch, she’s my girlfriend.”

“No, Ashton, she’s not. You’re with her to make sure her asshole father doesn’t figure us out, and to find out what they already know. You are not falling for her, you can’t.”

“Well, it’s too fucking late.” Ashton rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles. “I’m telling her about the gang tonight. After the fundraiser, I’m bringing her back here and telling her everything. I love her and I don’t want to lose her over this. She deserves to know, and I deserve to know if she loves me too.”

“Ashton, she’s definitely going to rat us out. She’s gonna tell her dad everything about us.”

“What about Melissa? She know about us?” Ashton asked, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s not a threat to us. Vivian is. If Vivian finds out about us, we’re ruined.” Calum shook his head.

“You don’t think she’d rat us out if she knew? You think average, everyday people are okay dating someone who sells drugs and firearms for a living?” Ashton widened his eyes in question.

“If she falls for me, yes. If she loves me, she’ll love me regardless.”

“Vivian will, too.” Ashton scoffed. “What’s so different about Vivian from Melissa? Just because her dad isn’t an FBI agent?”

“Can we not argue about this?” Calum sighed. “Go to your fundraiser, get arrested, but don’t rat the rest of us out.” Calum walked out of Ashton’s room. Ashton shook his head and grabbed his suit jacket and his keys, walking out to his car.

***

Vivian felt like she’d been waiting for hours. In reality, she had, but only because she told Ashton to come at 7:30. Vivian had been there since 4 to help set up. Her dad always signed her up to help, usually against her will. “Vivian, can you get more flutes from the back room?” Richard asked, finishing his flute of champagne.

“I’m not a fucking server.” Vivian mumbled, walking to the back room. “You’d think if the fucking FBI organized a fucking fundraiser, they’d get some actual fucking servers. Not an agent’s fucking daughter.”

“Wow, for an FBI agent’s daughter, you sure got a mouth on ya.” Vivian spun around quickly.

“Aiden, you scared the shit out of me.” Vivian rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, V.” He chuckled, walking over to her. “Didn’t think you’d come this year.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around Vivian’s waist.

“Get off me.” She rolled her eyes and pushed his arms away from her. “I’m here for my dad, not for you.”

“You’ll come back to me someday, I know you will.” Aiden chuckled.

“I’m with someone else now. Someone better.” Vivian rolled her eyes and grabbed a sleeve of flutes. “So, find someone else to piss off.” She walked past him and brought the flutes out to the bar. She looked up in time to see Ashton walking into the ballroom. His head was down as he looked at his phone, clearly trying to blend in and not get noticed. Vivian threw the flutes in the cupboard and jogged over to Ashton, her long dress somewhat constricting her movements. “Hi, baby.” Vivian smiled, wrapping her arms around him.

“Hi, princess.” Ashton grinned, pulling her body close to his. “Missed you.”

“You saw me yesterday.” Vivian giggled, finally taking a good look at him. “You’re in a suit.”

“Of course, I am. This is a black tie event.” Ashton chuckled and pecked her lips. “Couldn’t show up here covered in oil.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you not covered in oil.” Vivian joked, rubbing his chest. Ashton laughed softly and ran his hands down the silk fabric covering her back.

“You look absolutely stunning. Olive is a great color on you.” Ashton smiled, cupping her cheek.

“It’s an undertone of mine, so it makes me look radiant.” Vivian smiled up at him.

“You’re goddamn right, it does.” Ashton chuckled. “Now, can we get some food? I’m starving.”

“The buffet table is all ours at the moment.” Vivian smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the table. She grabbed a plate and began filling it with one of each item.

“Wow, you must be hungry.” Ashton chuckled and followed Vivian’s example.

“The caterers they get are some of the best in the state, this is the one time a year I get to eat it.” Vivian shrugged and walked over to her table, Ashton trailing behind her. The two of them sat down and started eating.

“You know, I’ve been looking forward to this.” Ashton said, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.

“Oh, yeah?” Vivian looked at him.

“I’ve always wanted to rip a gown off of you.” Ashton smirked, causing Vivian to nearly choke on her champagne.

“Ash, we’re in public.” She giggled, kicking his shin lightly.

“That’s the fun of it.” Ashton winked, taking another forkful of potatoes into his mouth. Vivian laughed and shook her head. Her smile faded slightly as her father walked over.

“I’m not sorry for interrupting.” Richard said, pulling them from their conversation. “Vivian, there’s someone I’d like for you to meet.”

“Oh, uh, okay.” Vivian said, setting her napkin next to her plate. “I’ll be right back.” She said, pressing a kiss to Ashton’s cheek. She stood up and followed her father, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.

“Vivian, this is Edward Stahl, Director Of Gang Affiliation and Violence.” Richard introduced. “Stahl, this is my daughter, Vivian.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Vivian smiled, shaking his hand.

“Ah, the pleasure is all mine. I’ve heard so much about you.” Stahl chuckled. “Your father is very proud of you and your achievements.”

“That I am.” Richard chuckled. “Now, I’ll let you two chat.” He kissed the top of Vivian’s head before walking away.

“You still a nurse over at the clinic?” Stahl asked, making small talk.

“I am, yeah.” She nodded, glancing over at Ashton.

“Who’re you with tonight?” Stahl asked, looking around the room.

“Uh, the guy over at table 7. The one looking bored.” Vivian said, smiling to herself.

“Ashton Irwin? That’s who you’re with?” Stahl raised his eyebrow. Vivian looked at him and nodded, her eyebrows furrowing. “He’s the leader of the Babylon sector. We’ve been trying to charge him for 7 years, but he always gets out of it.”

“What? There has to be some mistake. You must be looking for someone else.” Vivian shook her head.

“Nope. That’s Ashton Irwin. Born July 7th, 1994. His parents and siblings died when he was young, he took over his father’s shop as a teenager. He and his buddies are running the biggest heroin and firearm distribution in the region.”

“No..” Vivian felt her chest tightening. Her breathing sped up as she looked toward Ashton, their eyes meeting.

“You really didn’t know?” Stahl asked, looking at Ashton.

“No. I didn’t.” Vivian mumbled, walking out of the ballroom. Ashton stood up quickly, jogging out after her.

“Vivian, what’s wrong?” Ashton asked, trying to catch up to her.

“Leave me alone, you piece of shit.” Vivian spat, continuing to walk.

“Baby, please.” Ashton sighed, walking after her.

“You lied to me. You used me!” Vivian yelled, turning to look at him. “Were you ever going to tell me that you’re the gang my dad has been looking for? Huh? Were you ever going to tell me the truth?!”

“Please, I can explain. Viv, you gotta let me explain.”

“What is there to explain, eh? You want to tell me that this was all a game to you?”

“No, Vivian. Please. I love you.” Ashton begged, reaching out to grab her hand. Vivian’s palm connected with his cheek, the sting in his heart more painful than the one in his cheek.

“You leave me the fuck alone. If I get one text or phone call from you, I will not hesitate to give my dad something to charge you with.” Vivian seethed, walking away from him.

“Please!” Ashton called after her. “Vivian, I love you! My lifestyle is a mess, I couldn’t get you involved!”

“You can shove your feelings where the sun don’t shine. You and me are done. I never should’ve let you fix my car or let you into my life.” She shook her head and started running as fast as her dress and heels would allow. Ashton watched as her figure faded into the dark night, knowing she’d soon fade into a memory.

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I exhale, turning to look at Nikki where he's laying beside me, a sickly pale tone to his skin, his black hair tangled, his hand that is clinging to mine, covered in tracks, the same appearance as his other hand. 

I can't help but wonder if I bathed him if he'd wake up. He reeks, and he's rough looking, only adding to my guilt. 

Fred gave him a sleeping pill to ease him off of his coke high--he's been freebasing again, just cooking it up in the room's microwave. 

I don't know what the hell to do about him. 

I wish I did. 

Turning over to face him, I brush his bangs out of his eyes, my fingertips lightly dusting over his cheeks, dark circles under his eyes. 

They were supposed to play tonight, but said Nikki came down with the flu and added the show to the second round of U.S. tours lined up for early next year. 

The Nikki I knew would have never put drugs over his music, his fans, and especially not his relationship. 

But, the Nikki I knew also wouldn't have cheated on me…

It's been hard to accept the fact that the Nikki I fell in love with six years ago, isn't around anymore. 

1981

I finish getting my church dress back on, grinning at Nikki as he gets his pants laced back up, the both of us glancing at each other in the back of my car. 

"What's mommy and daddy gonna say when I send their girl back home all turned out?" He asks me, smugly, and I put my heels back on, scoffing. 

"Gee, just come home with me and find out." I shrug. 

"I'll pass." He mumbles, pulling his shirt over his head. 

"Oh, c'mon, I'm sure they'd love you." I nudge him with my elbow. 

"Your mom would piss her granny-panties." He argues, wrinkling his nose a little and I just blink at him. 

"Maybe...but I'm pretty sure my dad would like you." I inform him. 

"Like hell he does." He says to himself and I just let out a breath. 

"So…" I say after a few seconds of silence and he nods a little, awkward tension filling the air around us. 

"...Well." He lets out in the same tone. 

"Good freaking night." I go to open the car door, irritated that he doesn't offer up to hangout and do stuff other than fool around, slamming the door shut.

"Hey, what's up?" He asks me, getting out next, standing by the driver's door, blocking my way. 

"Nothing. I'll see you later." I mumble, nudging him out of my way, opening my door but he's quickly shutting it before I can. 

"Viv, what's--" 

"--I'm gonna start charging you to sleep with me." I state blatantly and his hazel eyes widen, a shit eating smirk on his lips as he chuckles out, "what?" 

"You'd think since we have sex with each other so often it'd at least make us friends, but all you wanna do when we hangout is screw around and then go do whatever with the guys." I tell him. "And, no, this isn't me being a 'typical girl' and developing feelings for you just because we've had sex. It's me being tired of feeling like I'm just being used to get you off." 

"I'm being used to get you off so it's a win-win, is it not?" 

"You sound like Vince." I snap. "All that's happening is I screw you, you screw me, we leave, and don't talk until we're both horny again." 

"Is that not how this works?" 

"The least we can do is get food afterwards or something." I suggest. 

"...Like a date?" 

I gag at the thought. 

"Ew, no." I tell him and he looks confused. "Like, um...I don't know. But since I don't hate you enough to not hook up with you, anymore, I think we could at least get to know who we're hooking up with a little better."

"Friends with benefits?" He clarifies. 

"No, no, we're not friends." I point out and he let me get in my car. 

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" He throws out and I nod. "Wear something pretty--we're going to McDonald's." He smugly smiles and I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh. 

I'm shaking the memory away when there's a knock at the door and I slowly get out of bed, trying not to wake Nikki, slipping my hand from his as my feet hit the hotel carpet. 

I open the door, seeing Mick.

"They wanted us to go ahead and start getting our stuff together to leave." He informs me. "Apparently Guns has some solo shows at some clubs nearby so they're staying behind and we'll back up with them tomorrow night." He informs me and I nod, smiling softly, before he lets out a small breath. "I know you're hurt, and you've got every right to be, but would it not make more sense to file for divorce before you move on, as opposed to moving on before you even really know if you're gonna leave or not?" He asks next, under his breath so Nikki has no way of hearing it. 

"Ask your married girlfriend that before you come at me with it, Mick, alright?" I ask him neutrally, shutting the door in his face before stepping back to the bed, hesitant to wake Nikki up but doing it anyway so we won't be late. 

I wasn't shocked when Mick let on that he knew about Duff and I because, like with me and Nikki, he just knew when something was up.

Looking back, Mick had a point, but at that time he was the last person I wanted to hear it from, because Emi wasn't estranged from her husband, or even on bad terms with him. She was just cheating for whatever reason while her husband stayed in the blissful dark. Mick was "the other woman" therefore he had no place to speak to me about my relationship with Duff.

"Nikki, get up, we gotta get packed." I gently shake him and he groans out. 

"Baby, let me sleep." He mumbles, eyes squeezed closed, face scrunching slightly for a second. 

"We gotta be in L.A. in seven hours, c'mon." I nudge at him again, and his red eyes open, disgruntled, taking a moment before sitting up.

"I did it again last night?" He asks me, rubbing the crust from his eyes as I slip my slippers on. 

"Yep."

"Are they pissed?" 

"They're worried." I inform him. "I'm worried, too." I add, stepping to the door. 

"I'm fine." He says after me.

"Glad to hear it." I open the door, taking a moment to add, "and I'm not 'baby' to you anymore," before leaving. 

I get to my room and get my things packed, being interrupted by a knock at the door. 

When I get it open, Duff is on the other side, wearing nothing but his underwear. 

"I think I left my necklace in here." He tells me and I step aside, watching him grab it from the bedside table before he turns to me and says, "so, you guys are leaving tonight?" He asks me.

"Yeah." I nod. "Gotta go watch Vince walk down the aisle." 

He chuckles and I do, too, realizing how ironic the reality of it is. 

"...Is, um...Nikki okay?" He cautiously questions.

"Yeah." I nod. "I'm sorry I didn't go back to your room last night, I just thought it'd be best if he eased off before I went to bed and then I accidentally fell asleep before I could leave so…" 

"No, no, Viv, it's fine. You still care about him, even though he's shitty sometimes he's still the guy you've been with for the past six years. I'm not upset that you're making sure he's okay." He nods reassuringly. 

Before I can say "okay", there's another knock at my door, and I step to it and open it, Tommy and Vince waiting for me. 

"Ya ready?" Tommy asks, him and Vince both wearing sunglasses. 

"Yeah." I reply, going to zip my suitcase, Tommy following in after me to grab it, taking a double take when he notices Duff. 

"Hey, man."

"Hey." Duff replies, rubbing the back of his neck, before looking to Vince. "Vinnie, you ready to walk down that aisle?" He asks him with a smile.

"Yeah, just so Sharise will stop bitching about wedding details." He responds with a groan in his tone and Duff chuckles. "But her and Skylar are coming back with me for a honeymoon so just be on your best behavior--not that you aren't most times." He adds. 

"Nah, I'll give Slash and Stevie the heads up, though." He assures him. 

"Thanks, dude." Vince says back.

"Alright, see you when we get back." Tommy says, patting at Duff's shoulder. 

"See ya." Duff says to them as they head out. 

"I gotta pee and I'll be down." I lie.

Vince looks at me, oddly, with a small bit of hesitance before he shuts the door and I rub my lips and look at Duff, fumbling with my fingers. 

"You're not breaking up with me already, are you?" He repeats what I asked him before and I smile and shake my head.

"No, no." I grab his hand and tug him closer to me and he kisses my hair, wrapping his arms around me, tightly, and I rest my cheek against his skin. 

"Just have a safe flight, try not to kill anyone." He tells me and I nod.

"I love you." I tell him, looking up at him. 

"I love you, too." He leans down and kisses me, pulling away too soon. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

"See you tomorrow night." I agree, taking a mental picture of his soft grin.

The next day was spent scrambling to keep everyone together--especially Nikki--because Sharise deserved one day to be with Vince without a fight...little did I know the only fight that would occur would be between Vince and I, and not him and Nikki, like I feared.

"Okay," I straighten her veil, examining her dress one last time as she hands me my bouquet, "you look beautiful, Sharise." I assure her and she continues nitpicking possible flaws in the mirror. 

"I know we're already married so this is just a vow renewal or whatever but I'm nervous." She admits to me, fanning at herself a little. 

"There's no reason to be." I tell her. 

"Where's Sky?" 

"With your parents." 

"Where's Tansy?" 

"Getting her dress on." 

"Where's Nikki?"

"In the bathroom." 

"In the bathroom or shooting up?" 

"In the bathroom. Tommy's on smack watch." 

"Okay." She lets out a breath, trying to calm down. "Vince...is he--"

"He's ready to walk when you are." As I say this, the door opens and Nikki and Tansy come in.

"Sharise, the wedding party's waiting for you." Tansy tells her a little shakily. 

I think she's beginning to withdrawal. 

"Alright. Okay." Sharise inhales and exhales. 

"You got this." I promise her. 

"You're right." She nods and I help her with her dress as she heads to the door. 

Nikki, Tommy, Mick, and a couple other guys I've never met that are good friends of Sharise and Vince are wearing their tuxes with a hot pink sash, to match the bridesmaids knee length, hot pink dresses with black tull underlying the skirt. 

We file into line, Nikki and getting in front of Sharise since she's appointed me with Matron of honor. 

"You showered." I mumble to Nikki, impressed. 

"Tommy threatened to spray me off with a water hose. I didn't feel like being cold." He mumbles and I scoff as the music starts, the doors opening to lead outside, where we have to walk down stone stairs to meet in a spacious courtyard. 

"I'm getting war flashbacks." He says next once it's our turn to start walking. 

"From our wedding, yeah, me freaking too." I reply in a hiss. 

"I was gonna say from Tommy's wedding but sure." He scoffs bitterly. 

"Just don't leave this one every fifteen minutes to slip into the bathroom and shoot up." I ignore his comment, the arm that my hand is looped through tenses up and I can feel him glaring at me through his sunglasses. 

"Don't be a fucking bitch." He tells me as we step down the stairs and approach the guests, seeing Vince and the other groomsmen and bridesmaids waiting for us. 

"Little late for that." I point out. 

"And our wedding wasn't even that bad, Viv." He randomly cuts back to our initial back and forth and I fake a smile for the crowd, speaking through my teeth to reply, "Wish I could say the same for the months to follow it." 

We separate at the alter, and I push my feelings aside when I look to see Sharise stepping down the stairs, looking stunning as ever. 

When she gets down here, I'm straightening the back of her dress as she takes Vince's hands. 

The ceremony doesn't take very long, and once the reception comes and all the pictures are done with being taken, I'm ready to get out of this dress--but it's not ready for me to get out of it.

I grind my teeth, dreading asking this bastard for help, but I know he's got his knife and the zipper of my dress is stuck. 

"Nikki," I tap at his shoulder as he downs another glass of wine. 

"What?" He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"Can you help me get out of this dress?" I ask him and he suddenly bursts into laughter. 

"I'd rather fuck a pot of boiling hot oil than fuck you." He tells me. 

"No, asshole, I mean literally help me get this off because the zipper is stuck." I explain. 

"Oh." He says, turning me to look at it. "Yeah, I guess." He stands up and I head to the bathroom as he pulls his pocket knife from his pocket.

Once we get to the bathroom, I'm pulling my arms from the sleeves the best I can before I look at him. 

"Just go to sawing away here." I point to the seam that's three-fourths zipped. 

He starts cutting at it, and it soon gets looser and looser to the point there should be plenty of room to finish pushing it down my hips...and I would if his hands weren't steadily holding at my bare sides, his eyes on my back as I look at him in the mirror and wait for him to snap back into reality. 

He never does, and I'm forced to clear my throat to whisk the tension away. 

"Um, I got it from here." I tell him, hinting that his hands on my skin aren't needed.

He just looks at me in the mirror and holds at them tighter, making me go to hit at the tops of his hands, only I realize this is one of the few moments he probably finds peace in because he can pretend, even for a second, that everything isn't screwed sideways. 

I just rest my palms over his hands, making eye contact with him in the mirror, looking us over, and I smile sadly, realizing we won't ever be those people again. 

After his moment is finished, he's gently patting my sides before taking a step back and putting his knife back into his pocket. 

"Thanks, again." I say to him before he goes. "No problem." He mumbles, stepping out. 

I rush back to the bridal suite to avoid being seen half naked, to change into a more comfortable dress.

As soon as I shut the door, I turn around and see Vince nursing a beer, and I jump. 

"Jesus, Vince!" I snap at him, taking a deep breath and he rolls his eyes for a second. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him, peeling the dress down my legs, not caring that he's getting an eyeful of me in nothing but skimpy panties since he's seen me completely naked in the pictures of me that Nikki's shown off to him. 

"Hiding from my in laws." He replies, taking another sip of beer. 

"You're not supposed to be drinking." I remind him.

"Who's gonna tell them?" He asks me, raising his brows. 

"Doesn't matter if the state doesn't know--God knows. That's who you'll have to answer to in the end." 

"Oh-Oh, my fuck." He chuckles out, his tongue swiping the inside of his bottom lip. 

"What? You think standing before God and being confronted with the fact you're still drinking after killing your friend in a drunk driving accident is funny?" I hiss at him.

 "I think the bible warns against becoming a drunkard but doesn't it also say, "you must not commit adultery'?" 

My heart pounds in my chest, my eyes wide, and he stands up from his spot on the fluffy parlor chair. 

"So you can give me shit about killing Razzle and still drinking, but every time the sweat on Duff's back dries after he's done fucking you, it's just another nail being hammered into Nikki's coffin, once he finds out." He says, pointing at me with the hand holding at his bottle. "And that blood's gonna be on your hands." He adds. "Not mine." 

[wolgrahas]

tagged by: @falkreathh thank you!!  sorry for doing this so much later u_u’ tagging: whoever wants to!! (◡‿◡✿) 1. favourite game in the series ok... i don’t know if you already figured it out but my total fave is dao. why? maybe is the nostalgic feelings this game gives me or... i played it so many mcfucking times that i just get this hollow feeling inside my chest when i haven’t played it for weeks... idk. the trespasser dlc was spectacular too and gave my lavellan a lot of personality (what i thought the dai base game lacked, bc it made me feel like my inquisitor was an empty shell with no personality, solas’ romance save the dai base game to me tbqh). but... you can create such complex personalities in dao for your warden, and the relationships are so so realistic. i think (dao) is neat lmao. 

2. how did you discover dragon age? before being a dragon age fan i was a dark souls fan; i breath dark souls, i read dark souls, i ate dark souls, i was quite obsessed with dark souls, and before dark souls i was an obsessed skyrim fan (oNLY SKYRIM, not the previous games ashdgjasdgh) and with skyrim that was the first time i made video game oc's, like... they had such complex personalities and i cannot make complex character now... aNYWAY i'm getting carried away: i knew dragon age bc dai was being lunched and ALL the people i followed reblogged stuff about dai, and then i bought dao and loved it!! 

3. how many times have you played the games? hfgsdjfhsjfshd fffUCKKKK SHITT... alright... many mANY TIMES, but how many times i haven't finished my game?? countless times!! i think i finished fINISHED dao maybe... pls don't laugh at me... 10+ times. yes they are so so so many times, shame on me! shame on my cow! blah blah, but i lOVE dao. da2 maybe.... 3-4 times? and dai 6 times?? it's funny bc i played dao and da2 in many different ways but dai... m8, always the same, fuck you solas sdhfjdshjsdf 4. favourite race to play? qUNARIIIII!!! i lOVE tieflings so.. i obviously love the qunari too, but in the dai the first race i chose was qunari but then i talked to solas and i was like... bITCHHHHH i'm gonna create an elf to romance this egg, and then... my canon inky became an elf lol. and last favourite race are humans... ok don't hate me, it's not bc they are """boring""" or shit like that, it's bc they are the upper-class of thedas and i LOVE the "from zero to hero" trope... so... yeah agfshsdfhj 5. favourite class? mages!! bc i love the lore behind this class, it's fantastic, precisely blood magic. but if i didn't care about this, i would choose archer, tho in the first games it sucked but in dai is pretty cool :^) 6. do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time? as i've said before i have made many different decisions in dao and da2 but in dai are always the same lol 7. go-to adventuring group? origins: alistair/sten, morrigan, zev/leliana da2: aveline, anders, isabela/varric dai: solas, cassandra, cole/sera 8. which of your characters did you put the most thought into? i think prim/anika??(they're the same but one is a human and the other an elf lmaoo), she was my first da oc, and obviously the one i put most thought into bc i uSED to have a lot of creativity some years ago, what a pity my brain is useless now lmao 9. favourite romance? pfffff... solas, alistair, leli and cass!! i think?? idk i gotta play again dai bc i'm not sure :/ 10. have you read any of the comics/books? i've read aLL the books but not the comics :/, i want to read the comics but idk where i could read them online and free (sorry i'm poor lol), so... mi gozo en un pozo lmao 11. if you read them, which was your favourite book? my fav book was "the masked empire"!! patrick weekes is a good writer and i loved the orlesian politics, and i adored seeing these characters in dai! (tho briala was whitewashed lmao) 12. favourite DLCs? obviously: awakening and trespasser. these two dlc's were mcfUCKING AMAZING. i mean, with dao i expected the same quality of the base game, but trespasser was such an excelent and good experience, it gave a lot of insight to our inquisitors and also: sOOULASSSSS, so yep! i mainly lOVED trespasser and i hope weekes guides the team to make a game at least as good as this dlc! (tho, if ea is a greedy bintch this time [as always lol] it doesn't matter how many times the bioware time tries, ea will force them to do a shitty game :/) 13. things that annoy you how viv, anders and sera are written, i mean, i loved anders the first time i played da2 but his personality is obviously written to annoy the fuck outta you, tho i loved how he expressed his ideals freely (tho sometimes he even seemed too traidtional to me about topics like blood magic :/), but sera and viv were a lil harder to befriend and like, and i still don't like much viv, but i love her as a character, y'kno 14. orlais or ferelden? tbh, if i gotta live in one of those two places i would choose ferelden by fAR. but, now, if we're talking about which is more interesting; orlais. 15. templars or mages? like @/blckwall said: all templars are bastards :). i would love if thedas had independent magic schools, that there were no higher representatives or charges, that every village or city had its own magic school, and the crown would be the responsable of manage its needs. i haven't thought much about this so my thoughts are quite vague :/ 16. if you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one? they're from different universes, tho i'd love the idea of all of them being in the same universe, but some worlds states are incompatible with others. 17. what did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc) in dao: barkspawn (i'm extremelly predictable, sorry u_u') 18. have you installed any mods? all my dragon age games are modded as fUCK. i mean, i think dao is the most heavy modded game i have?? (mainly bc i cannot install many mods in skyrim lol) but when i have my gaming computer again i will mod the shit out of dai >:) 19. did your warden want to become a grey warden? prim had been working in the circle her entire live to be in the higher ranks, and then she saw how all her work was lost made her really conflicted: she didn't wanted to leave bc she yearned to be more powerful and make the circle a better place for mages (yep, she's deeply anti-circle bc of her traumatic past), and she was going to die if she refused duncan's offer. even so, she was never sorry for supporting jowan. and, she became the king of ferelden's mistress; she loved him obv, but she could also take some advantage of his power to make the mages and marginalize people's situation better, and gain fortune by that; alistair was well aware about her plans by prim's words herself, but he never objected. altho the main cause prim made alistair king is bc she wanted him to have a good life and not waste it as a grey warden, so... anyway, i got acrried away... this is long af ghdjsdgf 20. hawke’s personality? red mostly, tho he used to be purple/red in the first and begining of the second act :/ 21. did you make matching armor for your companions in inquisition? yes i did!! i lOVED to be fashionable in dragon age instyle!! 22. if your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change? prim : she would have tried to convince jowan and wait some months until she could convince him. also: sometimes she wishes she didn't make alistair king, mostly bc of her daughter (her daughter is the only heir to the throne of ferelden, and basically she doesn't even know that prim is her real mother, mostly bc anora adopted her bc alistair and she couldn't have children), sometimes, in her alone saddest times, thinks how things would have been if alistair was still a grey warden, they would have a happy family and wouldn't even had to hide inofensive stuff like a cheek kiss. but anyway, her duties as a grey warden are more important and doesn't have time to think about it. garrett hawke: he regrets not defending carver, he would have prefered to sacrifice himself instead of any of his siblings. he also regrets going to the deep roads with bethany, letting the grey wardens make her one of them (obv he doesn't know that if he didn't she would have joined the circle lmao). and obv her mother's death... if he had been there, with her mother, he could have done something... :'/ maia: she regrets not being strong enough when that shem tried to hurt her when she was a litte girl, that made her mother kill him to save her bc she was too defenseless, she should have been stronger, that caused her mother and she part ways, because now maia's mother was a criminal and she had more proabilities of getting caught, so maia should go on her way and find the next village, but she found the lavellan clan. she deeply regrets not going after her mother. she also think she was too stupid to not found out the true identity of solas and try to convince him that this world has meaning :'/ 23. do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon? mmmm... no? :/, i like my decisions to have consequences?? 24. are any of your characters based on someone? sahgdashsd pls don't make fun of me but in the first stage of prim's/anika's 'personality creation' was inspired by mother gothel, then she was inspired by...... mikasa ackerman dsfgdjsdf, i'm still inspired by that character tHO i know that shingeki no kyojin is nazi propaganda and i no longer watch that anime lmao. maia is inspired by... a mix of me and rapunzel (from tangled)?? she's basically a shy rapunzel :') 25. who did you leave in the fade? some of you will hate me bc i had to choose between hawke and stroud but i still chose hawke dsfgsdf. m8, hawke is just a 'figure' who isn't widely recognized in thedas, while the grey warden are 394789x more useful, idk i always put myself in the shoes of my characters even if their decisions hurt me (tho, tbqh, i'm not tHAT attached to hawke so this choice was easy lol) 26. favourite mount? royal sixteen!! she's so pretty!! ♡♡♡ thanks for tagging me!! ♡♡

[harrywavycurly]

Alice tried not to let it bother her, she tried to just act as if everything was fine and the fact that Niall hadn’t talked to her all day wasn’t making her feel uneasy. She let out a frustrated groan as she looked at her phone for the fifth time in the last ten minutes and was still met with nothing. She placed her chin in her palm as she leaned onto her desk trying to get her brain to focus on the work she needed to get done but she just couldn’t be bothered to think about anything other than what Niall was doing that was keeping him from talking to her.

“So what are you and that Irish dude doing tonight?” Her thoughts were interrupted by Vivian’s voice as she leaned against the doorframe of her office. Vivian and Alice met while interning and Alice knew they were going to be best friends when they both complained about the lack of free snacks in the break room. “You gonna finally tell him you love him and then have hot rough Valentine’s Day sex?” Alice just rolled her eyes as Vivian wiggled her eyebrows while stepping into the small office.

“He’s in New York for the week.” She explained as she glanced at her phone when she saw the screen light up only to frown when she saw it was just an Instagram notification. Vivian just took a seat in one of the empty chairs in front of the desk with a huff as she looked at the worry lines appearing on Alice’s face as she looked at her phone.

“So like Skype sex then?” She watched Alice shoot her a glare as a small smile worked its way onto her face. “I mean i hear it’s amazing, take a screenshot of his package for me I kind of have a bet going about how big he is.” Alice couldn’t help but laugh as Vivian just shrugged and began picking at the polish on her nails.

“Sadly we kind of can’t have sex at all since he doesn’t even know how I feel about him and then there is the whole issue of us not talking.” Alice looked down at her keyboard to avoid seeing the look she knew Vivian was giving her. She knew the look very well by now, her eyebrows would be raised and her mouth would be hung open while her eyes would be wide out of shock.

“What the fuck? Alice what do you mean you aren’t talking?” Her tone was harsh as she stood up from the chair so she could glare at her friend. Alice just let out a sigh as she turned her head so she was looking up at Vivian as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“He just hasn’t texted me today, he’s kind of a busy dude though Viv so it’s not a big deal.” She hated making excuses for Niall, she found herself doing it a lot lately and it was beginning to annoy not only her but everyone around her as well. Vivian rolled her eyes as she listened to Alice’s lame excuse as to why her supposed best friend wasn’t talking to her.

“You know what? Fuck this.” Alice raised an eyebrow as Vivian reached over and took her phone off her desk. “We are getting drunk tonight, Niall Horan isn’t the only busy person and when he sees all the fun party snaps we are going to send him he’s gonna blow your phone up so fast he’ll be the one admitting his feelings for you.” Alice just laughed and nodded her head as Vivian tucked her phone into the pocket of her slacks.

“Pick me up at 7?” She asked as Vivian turned and headed for the door of Alice’s office.

“Sounds good, you better have flowers for me. I’m a classy bitch and I deserve flowers.” Vivian stated over her shoulder making Alice laugh as she watched her turn and head back to her own office with Alice’s phone still in her pocket. “And no you’re not getting this back until the end of work today.” Alice shot her the bird when she poked her head back into the office making her just laugh and stick her tongue out at Alice before finally going back to her office.

By the time Alice got home from work she had almost forgotten all about the fact Niall hadn’t texted or called but she was soon reminded when she entered her kitchen and saw the flowers on her counter. He had sent them to her the day he left, letting her know he would miss her while he was in New York. She slid her phone out of her back pocket, unlocking it quickly and scrolling through her texts till she found Vivian’s name so she could double check the time and plans for the evening.

A few hours later Alice was opening up her door to a very happy Vivian who held a bottle of Tequila in her hands. Alice just laughed as she moved to the side so Vivian could walk past and make her way to the kitchen to find the shot glasses.

“Figured we could do a little pre gaming.” Vivian explained as she sat a shot glass in front of Alice who was biting on her bottom lip, tequila and her never have gone well together.

“Cheers to us,” she raised the glass up and smiled as Vivian poured herself a shot. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” With that the two clinked glasses and downed the shot, the tequila burning as it made its way down their throats.

“Did you really get me flowers?” Alice giggled as she watched Vivian eye the roses in the vase on the counter. She looked away as Vivian picked the little card from the arrangement so she could read it. “Are you kidding me? He sent you flowers the day before Valentine’s Day? Let me guess they are so that when he pulled the shit he’s pulling right now you’d just forgive him because at least he sent you flowers while he was gone.” Vivian’s tone was full of annoyance and Alice knew she was at least partially right, Niall always seemed to blow her off a few days after gifting her something and it was a pattern she wished would stop recurring.

“Can I get another?” Alice picked up her empty shot glass and handed it to Vivian who just tossed the little card over her shoulder as she smiled and took the glass and refilled it before handing it back.

“Party on Wayne.” Alice laughed as Vivian lifted her now full shot glass. She reached over and clinked their glasses together while Vivian shot her a little wink.

“Party on Garth.” The two leaned their head back and quickly downed the liquid causing both of their faces to scrunch up from the burn of the tequila. “God why do we do that to ourselves?” Alice asked as she slid her empty shot glass towards the middle of the counter while Vivian just shrugged as she put the top back onto the bottle before placing it back onto the counter next to the flowers.

“Let’s roll doll face! Time to party like we don’t have work tomorrow!” Alice laughed as she watched Vivian do a little dance before grabbing her clutch and heading for the front door with Alice following behind her, grabbing her purse before both of them left her apartment and towards their favorite bar just a few blocks away.

“S’just that I don’t know,” Alice mumbled as she took the final sip of her second martini, Vivian just laughed as she watched her friend struggle to find the words to answer her question. “He’s really handsome.” Alice stated as she placed the now empty glass down onto the bar. Her and Vivian had made themselves comfortable at the bar an hour or so ago and they’d already managed to finish two drinks and a shot that was bought by a very nice man who was sitting a few barstools away from them.

“You can’t just be friends with him because he’s handsome Alice!” Vivian huffed as she reached into her clutch for her chapstick. “I know you love him, but I also think it’s about time he knew it.” Alice just shrugged as a she smiled at the bartender who grabbed her empty glass and headed off to make her another extra dirty vodka martini.

“Oh that’s not the only reason I’m friends with him you asshole, he’s actually quite nice you just don’t know him like I do.” Alice explained as Vivian handed her the chapstick, she quickly applied it to her lips before handing it back. “Besides I can't just tell him I love him all willy nilly it has to be like something big and grand.” Alice stated as a fresh drink was placed in front of her causing her to smile while Vivian just rolled her eyes as she watched Alice take a nice big sip.

"You should propose!" Alice couldn’t help but lean her head back in laughter at Vivian’s words, as if she would just drop to a knee and ask Niall to marry her without him even being aware she even had feelings for him in the first place. “I’m not kidding, you can’t get much bigger or grander than proposing!” Vivian’s eyes were wide with excitement as Alice just rolled her eyes as she took a big swig of her martini causing her to wince a bit as the burning sensation hit her throat.

“How m’I gonna propose when the dude won’t even text me?” Alice whined as Vivian reached over and grabbed her drink so she could steal a sip of it. “Can’t marry someone who can’t text me back on Valentine’s Day!” Vivian just rolled her eyes as she finished off Alice’s drink for her.

“Oh he loves you, know he wouldn’t just ignore you he’s probably been in meetings about his next album or some shit.” Alice shrugged as Vivian placed the empty glass down on the bar. “Maybe he’s been thinking about you all day and is in the middle of a writing session for his newest song called Alice with the Slow Hands!” Alice laughed while Vivian just shot her a wink with a grin on her face.

“So I just drop to one knee and propose? Do I get a ring? How does this work?” Alice questioned making Vivian just shrug and giggle at the worried and confused expression on Alice’s face that had her eyebrows pinched together and her bottom lip poked out in a slight pout.

"Ah yes, the old Irish tradition. He's gotta say yes or he has to pay." The two of them turned their attention towards the bartender who was cleaning a whiskey glass with a small smirk on his face. Alice raised an eyebrow at him making him chuckle as he leaned over resting his elbows on the bar.

“Oldest trick in the book to get a man to marry you, just go to Ireland on Leap Day and propose, you don’t need to have a ring but you can if you'd like. If he says no he’s got to buy you a silk gown so either way it’s a good deal." His voice was serious as he stood up so he could place the now clean glass back on the shelf. Vivian reached over and smacked Alice on the arm causing her to shoot her a glare as she rubbed at the spot while Vivian rolled her eyes.

“See! It’s an Irish tradition! Niall is Irish, it’s perfect! A sign actually because guess what bitch,” Alice watched her friend pull out her phone and scroll on it for a moment before a grin took over her face as she shoved the brightly lit screen into Alice’s face. “It’s a fucking leap year!” Alice felt her mouth drop as Vivian squealed in excitement making the bartender just laugh and shake his head as he began making someone’s drink.

“Holy shit.” Alice placed a hand on her forehead as a smile slowly made its way onto her face causing Vivian to grin. “I’m gonna propose!” The two girls wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace as the bartender placed two shot glasses down in front of them.

“On the house, good luck love I hope the lad says yes.” He gave Alice a smile before heading back down to the other end of the bar. Vivian picked up one of the glasses and handed it to Alice who was still just smiling at the realization that she was in fact going to propose to Niall.

“So if he says no to the proposal, this silk gown thing, does he get to pick it out? Or like do you just send him the bill when you’re done shopping?” Alice couldn’t help but laugh at Vivian’s questions, as if Alice knew any of the answers considering she didn’t even know about this tradition an hour ago.

“Just take the shot Viv we’ll worry about the details later.” Vivian just shrugged and nodded her head before taking the fruity tasting shot, a smile appearing on her face as she stacked her empty glass on top of Alice’s.

“Alice Olivia Horan,” Alice felt her cheeks get hot as Vivian teasingly nudged her in the side with her elbow. “Not bad, way better sounding than Hailee Horan. Who wants their initials to all be the same letter? No one, that’s who.” Alice instantly felt her mood shift at the mention of Hailee. She couldn’t deny that Hailee was actually a really nice person, Niall had introduced them at one of his little parties and Alice even somehow managed to get added into a group chat with her and Niall which mainly consisted of them sending memes and funny selfies to each other but still she couldn’t help but feel weird everytime someone mentioned her.

“Don’t start Viv.” Alice warned making Vivian just roll her eyes as she placed her arm around Alice’s shoulder bringing her closer so their heads were touching.

“I love you,” Alice just smiled as she felt Vivian place a sloppy kiss to her cheek. “Don’t worry we are gonna make Niall your husband.” Alice giggled as Vivian pulled away from her so she could grab her clutch from the top of the bar. The two of them managed to get off their barstools with little trouble but when they got outside the bar they both decided that walking all the way back to Alice’s apartment just wasn’t going to happen.

“Goodnight lovey! Have sweet and sexy dreams about your soon to be husband!” Alice rolled her eyes as she fumbled with her keys while Vivian leaned her head out of the window of the Uber that had just dropped Alice off outside her apartment building.

“Bye Viv! Love you!” Alice shouted before opening the door that led to the lobby of her building, she looked over her shoulder and giggled as she saw Vivian blow her a kiss before putting her head back inside the car. “M’gonna propose to my best friend.” She slurred to the security guard who watched the front door, when he just nodded his head and went back to watching the monitors in front of him Alice felt a pout take over her face. She pushed the up button and waited for the elevator all while giving the security guard a slight glare, she didn’t know why he couldn’t even give her a half assed congratulations.

When she finally managed to get inside her apartment she smiled as she slipped off her shoes and headed straight for her bathroom, tonight deserved a bubble bath. She tossed her phone onto her bed as she undressed and started running the bath water. A smile appeared on her face as she tossed in a bath bomb instantly making the water turn into a mixture of pinks and purples. The warmth of the water instantly made her relax and let out a sigh of content when she leaned her head back against the edge of the tub as she sunk further into the water letting the bubbles surround her.

The sound of her phone going off is what made her open her eyes what felt like hours later but was really just about fifteen minutes. Alice looked around and frowned when she saw that the majority of the bubbles had disappeared, she let out a groan as she carefully stood up and grabbed the towel she had set next to the tub, quickly wrapping herself up in it once she had stepped onto her plush bath mat that felt soft on the bottom of her feet. She rushed into her bedroom and grabbed her phone only to frown when she saw she had missed the call, she unlocked her phone and felt her heartbeat start to quicken when she saw that the person had left a voicemail.

“Hi love, m’sorry I missed our dinner date. Jus got so caught up in some meetings and den met a few people fo some drinks and ya know how dat goes.” Alice couldn’t help but sigh as Niall’s voice filled her room as she put her phone on speaker so she could head back into the bathroom to change into her nightgown. “How was yer day? Feels weird not talkin to ya and jus blabbin away to a machine. Did ya get the flowers I sent ya? Fuck, keep thinkin yer gonna answer. Uh well uhm I guess jus call me back? Happy Valentine’s Day, love ya. Miss ya a bunch.” Alice just stared at her phone with her arms crossed over her chest while she chewed on her bottom lip.

She looked over at her clock on her nightstand trying to figure out if she should call him back or if she should just let him sweat it out and call him tomorrow. She ran a hand over her face as a groan escaped her lips, she was annoyed that even though he had gone the whole day without talking to her she was still itching to call him back because he sounded so cute on the phone all flustered over the fact he got her voicemail. Finally she pulled back the covers to her bed and climbed in, she reached over and placed her phone on the charger deciding that if Niall could go all day without thinking of texting or calling her than she could go all night without calling him back.

[maealbert]

Four Decades, Eight Years // Emily Prentiss

AU Characters: Team x JJ x Emily x Lucy A/N: This also has a glimpse into what is coming for The Liaison. But most importantly and I’m only a half hour late on this, but we gotta celebrate the birth of our fearless and badass Unit Chief. Master List

The alarm clock goes off on the nightstand. Blowing a punch at it, it falls off the stand and onto the floor. Groaning she reluctantly tosses the covers off if her body and climbs out of bed. Her bedroom door swing open and in walks Lucy. “Well looky who is awake.” Lucy says as she walks over to the window. “We were half expecting to find you still in bed.”

“I was debating it.”

“Get mad your alarm clock?” Lucy says picking up her alarm clock off the floor.

“I was having a very good dream.”

“Did involve Hotch?”

A pillow hits Lucy’s back making her laugh. “That is for me to know..”

“So it was Hotch.” Lucy says laughing again.

“Mom, I was having trouble tying my shoes in the car and Jules refused to help me.” Vivien says pouting as she walks over to Lucy.

“Mom?” Emily mouths to Lucy.

“I’ll tell you later.” Lucy says as she lifts Vivien up onto the bed and ties her shoes. “Did your sister bring in the stuff?”

“Stuff?” Emily says as she opens her closet. “What stuff?”

“It was all Penelope’s idea, I just had to pick it up.” Lucy says as she lifts Vivien onto her waist. “Go get dressed and meet us in the kitchen.” She says before leaving with Vivien. Walking into the kitchen she finds Julianne sitting on the counter and texting on her phone.

“What?” She says seeing the look of disapproval on Lucy’s face.

“First, get off the counter. Second, I asked you to help your sister tie her shoes. You know she’s still learning.”

“And I keep telling you to buy her velcro.”

“She wants to learn how to tie her shoes.”

“Well--”

“Well nothing, Julianne. Your sister wants to learn something new and we are going to help her. That is what we do in this family.” Lucy says as she pulls out the pancake cake from it’s box. “Now help me get this stuff set up. Emily will be finished any second and the team is on their way up.” Hopping off the counter, Julianne takes the birthday banner and hangs up in the dining room above the window.

“Are we late?” Penelope whispers as she peers around the corner.

“Just on time.” Lucy says. “Emily should be done in just a few seconds.”

“Good, good.” Penelope says. “Everyone to the dining room. Quick, quick, quick.” The rest of the team filed into the apartment and to the dining room taking their seat at the table.

“You brought the little beans with you!” Penelope says as she gives Vivien a tight squeeze of a hug making her giggle.

“Auntie P!” Vivien laughs.

“Jules, take your sister to wash her hands please.” Lucy says as she brings in the pancake cake.

“Oh you got it!” Penelope exclaims.

“Yeah, next time you want a cake made like this, make sure you send a sketch so the baker know what the hell you’re talking about.” Lucy says laughing. “He gave me an earful when I picked it up and I had to explain to him that I was only here to pick up the cake.”

“What are you all doing here?” Emily says as she walks across the living room to the dining area.

“We wanted to celebrate your birthday with you.” Rossi says as he gets up from his chair to give her a hug.

“You guys don’t have to do this.” Emily says as she and Rossi pull apart from each other. “When was the last time I celebrated my birthday.”

“Exactly why we are here.” Penelope says. “We’re always working on your birthday so we hardly get to do anything fun except cards and a few gifts and that’s it.”

“Yeah, so we figured since we actually have a Friday off, we can all get together and really have a celebration.”

“Where’s Reid?” Emily asks Lucy. “Right here.” Spencer says as he comes tumbling through the door, Vivien clinging to his back as she laugh hysterically. “I got bamboozled by a five year old monkey.” JJ smiled widely as she watched him carry Vivien over to the table on his back.

“So uh, about what Vivien said in the bedroom?” Emily says.

Lucy took in a deep breath. “Right.. Hey everyone, Spencer and I have an announcement.” Lucy says.

“Are you sure you want to tell them now?” Spencer whispers to her. Lucy nods her head.

“You two aren’t having twins, are you?” JJ says bracing herself.

“Oh gosh no.” Lucy says shaking her head. “No, uh.. We were talking and we want to adopt the girls if they can’t find family. We aren’t going to get our hopes up or the girls so we don’t talk about it when they’re around.”

“Well has anyone been found yet?”

Lucy shakes her head. “I even had Garcia dig into their family. Nothing. No grandparents, no aunts or uncles, not even adult cousins. Nobody. It’s like once their parents were murdered, everyone disappeared.”

“So you think you two might have a shot at adopting them?” Tara says.

“I don’t want to jinx anything.” Lucy says. “I seriously don’t want to get my own hopes up.”

“Does the social worker at least see it as a possibility?” Rossi asks.

“She says that there’s a deadline for the girls, apparently.” Lucy says as Spencer pulls an extra chair up to the table. “The judge will give us an option to adopt the girls by the end of the month if no one is found.”

“That’s only a couple weeks from now.” JJ says.

Lucy nods her head. “We started looking at townhouses around the DC area for when this one arrives,” Lucy says rubbing her growing baby bump. “So we may have to add four bedroom homes to the list. But..” Lucy says leaning forward to light the candles on the pancake cake. “Today is about celebrating our badass and beautiful UC.” Lucy says as she lights each candle. “Here is to the four decades and eight years that you have been blessed with and the many more to come.”

“Are we singing happy birthday?” Rossi asks.

“Oh please don’t.” Emily says shaking her head.

“Auntie Em, I drew this for you in art and crafts.” Vivien says handing a drawing to Emily. “Our teacher told us to pick one person to draw and say why we drew them. I drew you as well as mom and dad.”

“This is so beautiful, Viv.” Emily says. “I love it. I’ll hang it on my fridge.”

Soon the cake was cut, presents and cards were given out and received. Nothing was better than spending her birthday with her family. Sure she really planned on just sleeping in, bingeing on junk food and Netflix shows, but this unexpected celebration was much better than she thought it would be. After most of everyone had left, JJ wanted to take her out to the mall.

“Jayge, I haven’t been to the mall in ages.”

“Well today’s the day to just let loose! Go crazy! It’s your birthday so have some fun!”

“Tell me this,” Emily says as she follows JJ into the mall. “How does a forty-eight year old simply go crazy at the mall?”

“Well let’s see.. You’re dating our former boss and we all know you’re sleeping together, so hello, that only means one thing.”

“Oh no..”

“Ohhhh yes.” JJ says smirking at Emily. “I found awesome pieces but I didn’t buy them because Will just isn’t into that. However, they do come in your size.”

“And how would you know that?”

“A little birdy…” JJ winks.

“Lucy! Did she go through my stuff?”

JJ nods her head laughing. “But it was for a very important cause.”

“What cause? My sex life?” Emily laughs. “Oh Jayge,” She says draping her arms around JJ’s shoulders. “I’ve been alive for four decades and eight years. I think I know a thing or two. You however..”

“Ohhh no.” JJ says shaking her head. “I think I know a thing or two too.”

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07/17/2018 DAB Transcript

1 Chronicles 24:1-26:11, Romans 4:1-13 , Psalms 13:1-6, Proverbs 19:15-16

Today is the 17th day of July. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian. It is a pleasure and an honor to be with you today. I'm glad we can come in out of whatever is going on, all of the cares of the world and life’s distractions. We step away from that, kind of move into another atmosphere. All that stuff will wait. We center ourselves in God's word, allowing it to come washing into our lives and re-calibrating. So we're reading from the Christian Standard Bible this week and we'll pick up where we left off yesterday. 1 Chronicles 24:1-26:11 today.

Commentary:

Okay. So in the book of Romans, I think I look forward to this day each year, although I hadn't realized that until just now. And it's because I get to say circumcision so many times in one sitting. Of course, circumcision...come on, this is always a trending topic. I mean, I think about it all the time. Don't you? As funny as that might be, the people that Paul's talking to they do think a lot about it. Because for them, at least for the males obviously, it was a sign of the covenant. Something that made them exclusive. Now, Hebrews weren't the only ones practicing circumcision at this time. But this had been a long-standing sign of the covenant with God. What we're watching Paul do is deconstruct and re-imagine the faith of his fellow Hebrews. And what he begins to lay out today is something that we will see over and over and over throughout Paul's letters. So here's the problem: Paul, a devout Pharisee, had realized and spoken out loud what everyone knew- no one could ever obey the law perfectly. Therefore, no one could ever achieve righteousness before God by their good works, by obeying that law. Because no matter how good they were, they were going to fail at some point. So Paul, being a devout Hebrew Pharisee, reasoned it out. We can't get there from here. And what Paul wanted is to be righteous before God. That was his entire mission of his life as a Pharisee. So he goes back to the beginning of the story. And the story of the Hebrew people begins with a man named Abram who becomes Abraham, who enters into the first covenant with God. It is Abraham's offspring who become the people of God - the Hebrew people. This is their origin story. It is the animating story that propels their culture. So no one was going to argue with Paul about that. Abraham started it all. They all knew that. But they may have not considered and what Paul was inviting them to consider was the fact that Abraham wasn't circumcised. There was no covenant at that point. Once the covenant happened, than Abraham was circumcised.  But that didn't make him righteous before God. It was something else that made Abraham righteous. Abraham, and I'm quoting Paul, Abraham believed God and it was credited to him for righteousness. Paul was simply quoting the book of Genesis. That right there is foundational, fundamental to what Paul was teaching. It was Abraham's faith in God and belief in what God had promised that mattered. God considered him righteous because of that. So Paul is saying, hang on. We got a law, we gotta lot of rituals, we gotta lot of culture, we gotta lot of custom. We got all this stuff going on, but we've forgotten how this whole thing started. We keep trying to worship in a way this law that we cannot live up to. And that is not what started our story. Our story began with a man and his faith. Abraham. And he wasn't circumcised when he put his faith in God. He wasn't obeying a law because there wasn't one to obey. So we have to consider what happened at the beginning. We'll watch Paul lay this out over and over and over again. And it's important because it is also a central thing to our faith obviously. Our faith is the bridge that all of our hope in Jesus drives on. And Paul will continue to pound this point home, like I said, over and over, as we'll see.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word. We thank You for the gift. We thank You for the community that we get to share each and every day no matter where we are on the earth, we come together each and every day to allow Your word to minister and speak, direct and comfort us. So we thank You. Father, in light of our reading today we put our faith in You. We believe Your promises and we ask that You lead us on the path of righteousness today by the power of Your Holy Spirit. Come Jesus, we pray. In Your precious name we ask. Amen.

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Hi. If this is Amy from Texas. This is the first time that I’ve called, although I’ve been listening for four years. I just have a prayer request for my husband David. He finished, recently, a year’s treatment for cancer and at our last scan of his chest, his tumor site, a couple of spots showed up in his lungs. The doctor did tell us that she was not worried about them because they were so small but the likelihood of his kind of cancer spreading would go to his lungs. He has another scan in three months just to check for if they’ve grown. So, I would just ask that you would pray that there is no cancer anywhere, that the spot’s would be nothing, that they will not even be visible on the next scan. 95% of people have spots on their lungs. So, she said the likelihood of that happening is high also. So, but of course the fear is always there for me even though I’ve seen God’s faithfulness through these last years. So, please just pray that it’s nothing and that we can put this chapter in our lives behind us. Thank you so much.

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Hi family. This is Melody Faith from Canada. I want to thank all of you, including Victoria Soldier, Pastor Gene, and Lee from New Jersey for praying for Jared regarding addiction, his court date, and needing a haircut. He did get a haircut and the court appearance resulted in a reasonable sentence. Regarding the addiction, well, let’s just say my husband and I can certainly feel out little boat rocking the storm. I will call in with another request when I figure out just how to word it. As I join with each of you in your everyday, I find myself praying for each of your needs and applying the word of God. Many of you are in crisis and I hear the desperation in your voices. I ran across a quote today that caught my attention and I’d like to share it with you. “Next time you’re walking through something and you’re not sure what to do, do this. Never doubt in the dark what God has shown you in the light. Have faith in God. Don’t believe the lie that God doesn’t see you there. So often we take our cues was going on around us. Instead, grab a hold of the word of God. God is on the throne. He hasn’t changed.” I need to remind thyself of that too. Often, I have to remind myself of that. Hebrews 6 verse 19 says, we have this hope for an anchor for our soul, firm and secure. So, if your boat is rocking, throw down the anchor of faith and trust Him today. I hope these words encourage you. I love family. Thank you DAB. Have a great day.

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