#Scout's soft smile awwww

[leffee]

They are both flustered, lovely

wdym speedingbullet requests are open 👀 hello 👀 do you think perhaps we could see... some........... h and holdigng ........?

no legs sorry

[starr-finn]

Hi okay so for ur first tf2 req, I will go with something that isn't too specific lol

- So this can be for all, but you don't have to include Pyro and Heavy if you don't wanna do all

- So the prompt is, Medic has either become sick and can't participate in the fight, or he got an assistant medic (in the case for writing for Medic)

- And Reader is the replacement/assistant medic!

- She's kinda like a medic gf but in a /pos way

- So she's got the med gf outfit (blighted beak, das fantzipantzen, long pleated skirt) with a quick-fix (so she can follow rocket-jumpers and sticky-jumpers)

- She's also very nice and always compliments/thanks her team ('That was an amazing kill/shot' + 'Wow that was impressive' + 'Thanks so much for the dispenser/sandvich') bc yippee kindness

- You know the perennial petals effect? That's her-core (also yes, if needed can reader be fem)

- Here's some her-core photos

AWWWW YEAHHHH FIRST TF2 REQUEST!!! LESSGO!

I will 100% write this for you! This is such a cute request, as per usual! hope you like this one bestie! I won't add pyro because I really don't know how to write pyro lol, also to everyone reading, I'm trying to color code things now! helps me keep focused

TF2 Mercs with a medic GF!

Author's note: all of the Mercs without Pyro because I just can't write him so yay! Hope Y'all like this! I tried to make it super cute, also, just to point this out here too, Fem!Reader, and mentions of food in Heavy's part (Sandvich ofc) PRobably mistranslated russian, and german, the french is pretty damn obvious

Scout

Buddy boy here thinks you're super cool, and he loves having a medic GF!

You're always there when he gets hurt, and he loves it

he loves your constant compliments

"Wow Scout! Nice shot!"

He chuckles softly and smiles "Thanks cutie!"

Scout loves how gentle you are when you patch him up, he thinks its adorable

any time you mention anything about being proud of him for some crazy ass shot he pulled off he almost cries

Full on adores you

Calls you stuff like Cutie and Baby doll

Soldier

Bro gets into so much trouble it's not even funny tbh, dude stresses you out so much

He comes to you for everything because he enjoys how soft you are with him

He loves getting compliments from you, he just loves it

"Wow! great shot!" You smile, nodding softly at him

"Thank you Dearest" he salutes at you and then runs off to kill more people

Soldier will always drop everything to keep you safe (Defend your medics kids)

He gets hurt far to much for your liking but you honestly can't blame him in your job (and brain damage)

he is far too protective over you

Calls you Dearest and love

Demoman

Bro gets hurt sometimes, just because of his explosives, and you're always right there with him

He rambles about how much he loves you and how much he loves how gentle you are when he's drunk

He always basically drops dead when you compliment him

You smile over at him "Nice shot, dear!"

Demo looks down, lightly kicking at the dirt "Aww...thanks love..."

Demo will physically fight anyone that even dares to try anything with you

He loves how you're always there when he's far to drunk to move

Calls you stuff like Love and Darling

Sniper

Sniper doesn't get as hurt as often, he still gets injuries though

He'll keep you in his line of sight all the time and kill anyone that tries attacking you, super protective boy

as an introvert, homie almost loses it everytime you say something nice to him

Like pulls his hat down over his face flustered

"Woah!!! You're really good at that Snipes!" you smile softly and look up at him

Sniper blushes and covers his face with his hat "W-Well thank you"

now, dude will actually go to the ends of the earth to keep you safe

Healing his ass is super easy cuz this hoe stays still the whole time

Rambles about you to anyone who listens

Calls you stuff like "Roo" and "Little Koala"

Engineer (I absolutely adore this fucker)

Engie here is super easy to heal, still as a fucking stone

He likes to keep you safe, he absolutely loves you too much to let you get hurt yourself

He smiles softly and gets all blushy everytime you thank him or say something nice

"Thanks for the dispenser, love!"

He smiles and gently rubs the back of his neck "Awee thanks honey bee!"

Engie will hold your hand every time he's healing you

Helps you patch up some people

Brags that he managed to pull 'The sweetest damn woman alive"

Calls you 'Honey bee' and 'Sugar'

Medic

He's a doctor himself, so you both patch each other up!

actually tortured a guy for shooting at you

He always gets so damn cocky when you get all sweet with him

"Thanks for the heal Doc!" You smile and nod at him before running off

Medic chuckles softly and yells after you "You're welcome Engel!"

He likes when you help him with checkups!

He likes having you as a nurse around the infirmary

He doesn't really brag about you, unless he's like, SUPER drunk

Calls you 'Engel' and 'Schatz'

Heavy

Ok so Heavy gets hurt more than soldier does, he is heavy weapons guy after all

Like all the other mercs, he's super protective

Takes all the thanks, and praise so gracefully

"Thanks for the sandvich dear!" You smile happily chomping down on the sandvich

Heavy gently ruffles your hair before walking off "You're welcome Ангел'

stands in front of you in fights

Definitely towers over you btw

likes when you heal him up after a fight

Calls you stuff like 'Ангел' and 'Родна́я'

Spy

This old ass man is a tryhard with not getting hurt, it still happens

Protective, again

another cocky one with praise and thanks

"Wow! Impressive kill Dearest!" You smile softly looking over at him

He chuckles softly and nods "Thank you, Mon amour"

Shows you off constantly

Brags more than scout does

you're really one of the only people he lets touch him

Calls you 'Mon amour' and that alone

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

How they mercs react to you calling them handsome. Do you know what time it is? It is cheesy writing time!!! I got inspired by @snakess-17 They are also very epic writer :))

Scout

O-Of course I am! (Did s/o really mean it? That was so cute...SCOUT think of a cheesy pick-up line uh of yeah!) He then tells you the most cheesiest pick-up line while his face is bright red.

You bet he will flex about this. FOR A WHOLE MONTH. The others were almost at the limit. Guess what. s/o called me- Oh shut it scout we get it! lover boy. (←engi) YEAH! SHUT IT MAGGOT! (←soldier)

Soildier

THANK YOU CUPCAKE! YOU ARE ALSO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ALIVE!!! He will also brag about it. But unlike scout, no one will stop him from doing it. If somebody cuts him off...GO TRANING MAGGOT. COME BACK HERE IF YOU DO 500 PUSH-UPS!! eek.

He will also softly smile when you say that word. It is those rare moments where a soldier's soft side comes out fully instantly. (I mean it always does when he is around you tho)

Pyro

*GAAAAASP* Did s/o seriously say that? Pryo hugs you VERY tightly. Not just a 5-second hug a whole hour hug.

Pyro hugs you much more than usual. Hugs everywhere and anytime. (Pyro hugs you about 3~10 times a day. )

Engineer

AWWWWW Thank you, darling! You are so nice. He is melting. (I`m burnin` up (one of the engi voice lines did you catch that? idk) He will give hundreds of compliments for the next week or so.

If you say that while he talking to someone. He will freeze. Did you just do a cute attack on him!? Critical hit bang!

Heavy (sorry this is short)

He will freeze. Heavy has heard this word being used in romantic movies...*blush* did s/o just... Yup. Heavy is blushing. He rarely blushes. He then gives you about 5 bear hugs for the next few days. S/o is precious. S/o is very cute. Heavy love s/o :)) awwww heavy I love you too.

Demoman

You really *hick* think so? When you noded he legit cried. THIS IS SO SWEET!!! AWW, LOVE COME OVER HERE. GUESS WHAT S/O JUST SAID GUYS!? *SNIFF* He has a bit of body insecurity so having those comforting words come out means the whole world to him. *sniff* He will definitely talk about this with all of his friends. YOU ARE JUST THE SWEETEST HONESTLY!

Sniper

*Windows XP error sound* lol. He will just freeze. Sorry, I Didn't Quite Get That. (Siri reference this is so random. help) If you had described his face it is ''error pls send me help. Cuteness overload'' lol. He will then heat up (like a laptop/computer) Then he will restart. Then he will finally respond. wot.

Medic

He is not sure how to react. Um, thank you s/o! He might not react much but oh boy when he is alone, his head just...KA-BOOM! Did s/o just!? ahhhh they are so sweet! help me. (he will cry about this in bed) For the next few ways, he will have too many checkups for you. Too many. Checkup again medic? Yep, (it is not a checkup it is comforting and hugging each other but anyway.

Spy (tomato time baby~)

...Merde help me. S/o`s kindness and cuteness are killing me (nothing bad with that just in a good way). He will say quick thanks and says he is busy (He is just exploding okay?) He will go on the rooftop then. POOF. His face is bright red, thank god his mask can hide it. *Le Sign* WHY IS S/O IS SO FUCKING DANG CUTE!!! (inside voice) Lord help him, his face is a tomato lmao. He is just so happy! S/o is just so kind. Ugh, I am such a lovesick fool...My lover is waiting for me downstairs I should go see them...My face is red...help. He will then give a million compliments about you too! :)

This was so much fun! All of them are tomatoes~! I-I just kept on laughing when writing scout, solider, and spys part. Expeically soldiers part, gramerly kept on changing it to MORE SOLID and I cant stop laughing, that name fits him. MORE SOLID. But he turns into a liquid when you hug/cuddle him tho. Anyway, let me go back into my cave and eat some chips. Here is a piece of potato chip for you too! Only a piece tho sorry. Just kidding~ Here is a bag of chips (/*'▽')/ *insert bag of potato chip emoji here.*

[blight-of-my-life]

On today’s episode of “Thinking Too Much About the Blightrunner Moments in the Sylvanas Novel,” we have examples of Nathanos being a caring, supporting boyfriend while Sylvanas is reeling from the unexpected, violent death of her parents.

When she first told him about what happened he “instinctively moved to embrace her, but Sylvanas stepped back” (chapter 9, pg.122) because she knew she’d break down and she wanted to focus on tracking down their killers.  She was like, “We need to go investigate, and since this happened in your territory you should come along.”  He got it immediately, and was like, “Okay, let’s go!”  He picked up on her unspoken signals right away and knew exactly what she needed from him.

Later, as she was inspecting her mother’s body for clues about the attack, “Nathanos had stepped up beside her, silent, but present and steady” (pg. 125)  Not making a scene, but letting her know he was there to support her.

Then he has a hunch where to look for clues, and they go off together (pg 126-127):

They shared a single dragonhawk so their words would not be lost in the wind. Sylvanas clutched the saddle, unwilling to touch Nathanos for fear she might break down. “Where are we going?”

“In a happier time, my family’s farmstead. It’s south of here.”

“I see...and what would we do there?” she said, a ghost of her old impish self peeking out, desperately seeking lightness in the darkness of the day’s revelations.

“Why, I would introduce you to my little cousin, Stephon,” Nathanos said in a deadpan voice. She smiled a little. He always knew what she needed.

“But today...we’re scouting. I respect the Farstriders, but I do not think they looked past the immediate area for clues.”

So basically she was hinting they should go back to his place for the Azerothian equivalent of Netflix and chill, and he respectfully played dumb by talking about having her meet his relatives, and she was like, “Yeah, you’re right, in my mental state I really shouldn’t be jumping into bed with anyone right now.”  Props to him for not taking advantage of her in a vulnerable moment.

They discuss their suspicions about the Horde being responsible for the attack that killed her parents.

Nathanos was silent, then he said in a soft voice that few other than Sylvanas had ever heard, “You would not have saved them.”

She closed her eyes in pain. “We will never know.  I could have tried.”

“I am glad you did not.”

Awwww!  And that detail about his voice...we know exactly what tone that is, as it’s the same one he had when he said, “Safe journey, my love.”

[eideticmemory]

EVER SINCE NEW YORK | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 1! - for Sara [@bravadostyles], the ultimate muse. 

SOUNDTRACK:

Empire State of Mind - Jay Z.

Animals - Maroon 5.

Dopamine - Børns.

Word Count: 4,731.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, recreational drug use, a bit of angst.

Spring, Freshman Year. 

Tisch School of the Arts,

New York University.

New York City. 

“You’ve got that face on,” Claire said. 

“What face is that, Claire?”

“Your trademark ready-to-go-home face,” she giggled. “You tired?”

“Just a little,” you whispered, head resting on her shoulder, feet hanging off the bed. “Had a long day at rehearsal.” 

“Ah,” she nodded. “Well, if you wanna go, we can go. I’ll walk you home.”

“No,” you shook your head, and placed your hand on her arm. “It’s fine. I’m having a good time.” 

Soft music played through the small speakers on Jonathan’s desk, mixing in with the chatter of your friends. Everyone sat in different spaces around the room, some on the desk, some on John’s bed, and you and Claire rested on his roommate’s bed. Open solo cups of beer were scattered amongst the room. It was calm, chill, and then the door swung open.

“Yoooooo!” The entering voice rang, instantly earning a happy response from Johnathan, who hopped off his bed and ran towards the entrance. 

“Gube!” John exclaimed, arms open wide to embrace his friend. He always got a little touchy-feely when he was tipsy. “Where the hell you been, man?”

“Consider my good time ruined,” you murmured to Claire.

“Be nice, [y/n],” she responded, patting your leg. “Everyone’s having a nice time, don’t start anything.”

“Me? Me? I don’t start anything, I never start anything. It’s him who starts it. That di—“

“Hey, [y/n],” Matthew greeted, taking a seat beside John. “Hey, Claire.”

“Hey, Gube,” Claire smiled. She gave you a gentle nudge with her elbow. 

You rolled your eyes, “Hi, Matthew,” you reluctantly replied, refusing to make eye contact. 

“Aw, c’mon, that’s all I get?” Matthew teased. “What’s wrong, sleeping beauty? You tired?” 

“Oh, you have no idea,” you told him, finally looking over at him. He wore a white polo, paired with a busted pair of jeans and white converse with his mismatched socks poking out. On his chest sat his trademark gold chain, the medallion set in the center of his sternum. 

“Might be past your bedtime,” he shrugged. “Really. Might be better if you just left.” 

“Me?” You scoffed. “Why don’t you leave? We were perfectly fine before you got here.”

“Oh, God,” someone groaned. “Here they go.”

“John wants me here. I’m a little more fun than someone who falls asleep mid-conversation, so I can see why.”

“Matthew, why are you talking to me? Can you just pretend,” you waved your arms around. “Pretend there’s a wall here.” 

“Don’t mind her,” Claire interjected. “She’s crabby because she hasn’t started editing her project yet.” 

You gasped, “Why would you just announce that, Claire? I didn’t wanna be reminded of that.” 

“[y/n], you’re gonna be fucked if you don’t get that shit done. It’s due next week.” Another friend told you. 

You groaned, “Yes. I know that. But I’ve been killing myself practicing for the show every night. And when I finally sat down to start editing, I didn’t know how to work the damn software!” 

“You don’t know how to work EasyEdit?”

“No,” you sighed. “I missed class that day. I tried to learn on YouTube, and that confused me even more. So, I have since then given up.”

“Hm,” John hummed. “You know who’s really good with EasyEdit?”

“Who?”

“Gube,” John answered. This prompted Matthew to lift his head up at astronomical speed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “He taught me how to use it. He could help you, [y/n].”

“John...” Claire said. 

“What, Claire?” John replied. “[y/n] needs help and Gube can help. I’m just saying.” 

You cut your eyes over to Matthew, who was watching you, but he quickly turned away when you made eye contact. 

“You’re not clever,” Claire shook her head. “You’re nosey is what you are.” 

“Nosey?” You pipped, tapping Claire’s arm. “What do you mean nosey?” 

“I mean, if you and Gube just...” John said. “I’m gonna say it - fucked - one good time, the two of you could get over this whole rivalry already.”

“And stop arguing all the damn time,” someone added. “The shit’s annoying.”

Your jaw had been dropped since the word ‘fucked’ was uttered. You looked up at Claire who gave you a sympathetic smile. 

“I-“ You stuttered. “I...never say that again, John! Ever. Ew!”

“Ew?” Matthew exclaimed. “You’d be lucky if I tossed you a bone.”

Your jaw dropped even lower, stunned by Matthew’s words. “You arrogant son of a bitch,” you muttered. “And this is who you want me to allow near my final project?” You directed at John. 

“Hey, if you don’t wanna fuck me, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Matthew taunted, biting his lip and tilting his head. 

“No. I don’t wanna fuck you! I also don’t want to spend any more time with you than I absolutely have to. So I will learn EasyEdit by myself.” 

“Okay,” Matthew shrugged. “You’re not gonna figure that shit out in time, but fine, princess. Be stubborn.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head in annoyance. 

“[y/n], let Gube help,” Claire said. “You’re gonna drive yourself insane with that and the show coming up, plus finals? Just this once.”

You looked over at Matthew, instantly getting angry again. Hate is a strong word. It’s a very, very strong word. And you’d never use it against anybody. Ever. Except Matthew Gubler. That may sound a bit dramatic, so to clear up any confusion, here’s a composite list of every asshole, dick, bastard, bitch-ass move he’s made in one semester:

1. Broke your editing equipment trying to do magic tricks in class.

2. Didn’t apologize.

3. Called your last documentary “uninspired, dry, a little like a lullaby.”

4. Took the last spot for an internship over Christmas break. 

5. Which he knew you wanted.

6. Refused to partner with you on a final project because “you can’t even get to class everyday.”

7. In front of everyone because he’s a jackass.

8. Told you that you were insane for majoring in film making AND ballet. 

9. Proceeded to tell you that you look better in a leotard than a suit.

10. Fucked your roommate.

11. While you were in the room.

12. Insisted that Wes Craven is a better horror director than Tim Burton? Is he dumb?

13. Calls you ballerina barbie, short stack, princess, anything other than your actual name. 

14. Won’t drop dead. 

And, because you’re not going to let anyone treat you that way, here’s a list of things you’ve done in retaliation: 

1. “Accidentally” stepped on his canvas. 

2. 3 times.

3. Uploaded a video of you calling him a dick in place of his documentary. 

4. Yes, he did play it for the class on accident.

5. Told him you didn’t want to be his partner anyway since he walks around stoned 24/7. 

6. Laughed. 

7. Told him he’d be a good ballerina. His tiny dick would fit perfectly in a leotard. 

8. Fucked his friend. While said friend was supposed to help Matthew with his project. 

9. Told him none of Edgar Allan Poe’s work was actually interesting enough for screen time. (He almost passed out, he got so mad.)

10. Told him his mismatch socks were dumb. 

11. Consistently call him asshole, dick, jackass, or just Matthew. All synonyms.

12. Refuse to let him mess with you. 

So, the idea of him helping you with your project, coming into your room, bothering you for hours on end, was a ridiculous thought. You should punch John for even mentioning it. Except. It wasn’t a bad idea. 

“Hey, pants stay on,” Matthew said, giving you a smirk. “Boy Scouts honor.” 

Everyone was looking at you. It made you queasy. Annoyed. Angry. And you couldn’t take it. So, you sighed heavily and cut your eyes towards Matthew. “Fine,” you grimaced. “Fine. Monday night. You will teach me how to use EasyEdit. And then we can all drop this.” 

“Ah, success,” John cheered. “I’m not worried, though. Look at [y/n], she’s so innocent. She looks like she belongs on top of a Christmas tree. She does ballet for crying out loud. I doubt fucking is on her to-do list.”

“And on that note,” you pushed yourself off the bed. “I’m going to my room. Goodnight.” 

Your room was just down the hall, and you showered, changed, brushed your teeth and got into bed in all of 30 minutes. Just about to fall asleep, you were disturbed by the sound of keys jingling in the door. Sloppy footsteps stumbled into the room, accompanied by silly giggles.

Thinking you were asleep, your roommate admired your sleeping frame, “Awwww,” she cooed. “Precious, precious, [y/n].” She walked over to you and rubbed your shoulder. 

“You’re crazy to not wanna fuck Matthew,” she whispered, chuckling. “You don’t know what you’re missing, kid.”

And you stayed still, silent, pretended to snore. All while Claire crawled into her bed. 

When Monday rolled around, you spent the entire day with a chip on your shoulder. Claire kissed the top of your head and insisted you’d be fine, that your project would be done by the end of the night and you’d be grateful for Matthew’s help. But she knew that was a  dead cause in her heart of hearts. You both knew it’d be a miracle if Matthew and you made it through 15 minutes of editing. 

When she left to go to a friend’s place, you changed into pajama pants, combined with a cozy cropped button sweater. You sat at your desk, and waited. You’d told Matthew to arrive at 7. 

He got there at 7:59.

By then, you were laying in bed, pissed and upset that you’d actually been convinced to give Matthew a chance. He knocked on the door, and you answered with an attitude. “Go home, Matthew.” 

“Don’t be like that, short stack,” he sighed, following you as you stomped into the room. “I got caught up. I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah? What’d you get caught up with? A gram?” You spit. 

He laughed, “Haha, so funny. No, I was not getting high. I was working on my own project. That I finished. Ahead of time. Can you relate, [y/n]?” 

“Get out of my room,” you scoffed. “I asked you for one thing. One. And you couldn't even do that. You knew how important this project was to me, and you didn’t give a fuck. I wasted time waiting for you that I could’ve been working or rehearsing! I—Are you listening?” 

Matthew’s eyes had been concentrated solely on your chest, “Are you wearing a bra?” He asked. 

You took a step back, stunned, blinking rapidly as you searched around the room. “I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m just trying to find where the hell that came from?” 

“It came from that itty bitty shirt you’re wearing,” he replied with a shrug. “Doesn’t really leave much to the imagination.” 

“Stop staring at my tits!” You shouted, face turning red. “God, Matthew, I can’t stand to look at you right now. Just, leave. Please.” 

He did not stop staring at your tits. Not for a very long time. But when he did, he had this look in his eyes. Like a wire had snapped. And he kissed you. Cupped your face in his hands, pulled you close, and kissed you. You pressed your hands against his chest, face contorting in shock and confusion. 

You pushed him away, lips retracting with a sharp smacking noise. Saliva dripped from your lips, and you stood there, huffing and puffing like the two of you had just run a mile. “What the hell was that?” You snapped, your fingertips lightly touching your bottom lip. 

He didn’t reply. He was just as speechless as you were. Speechless, and confused, and out of breath, and so, so pretty. He was so pretty. Has he always been that pretty? 

You grabbed onto the hem of his shirt and pulled him back in, pressing your lips together in an aggressive collision. Matthew’s hand gripped onto your hair, his body pushing itself against yours in an eager attempt to get as close to you as possible. His other hand made its way to your waist, gripping onto your skin so hard, his nails left marks. Both his hands began to snake down your body, landing on the back of your thighs. 

Very suddenly, Matthew scooped you up in his arms, yanking your feet off of the ground. You let out a breathy ‘oof’ as you found yourself perched in his grasp, your legs wrapped around his torso, your hands on his shoulders. He supported your weight so easily, all while sliding his tongue into your mouth. 

He carried you over to your bed, where he abruptly dropped you onto the mattress, and looked down at you with a lustful grin. Standing beside the bed, he leaned in as if he was going to kiss you — slowly, with his hands reaching out to touch your body — but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his hands on your ribs and pushed your sweater up, over your breasts to reveal your chest. 

“I knew it,” he whispered. “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, before you released it shakily. His lips wrapped around your nipple, wetting it with his tongue and applying light suction. A soft moan left your mouth, and you gripped onto his hair in ecstasy. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He sucked harder, to the point of pain, just to hear you make some noise. Any noise. When one nipple began to pulse between his lips, he moved to the other, leaving a trail of love bites between them. 

The heat between your legs was suffocating, and you rubbed your thighs together for some relief. Matthew noticed this, and proceeded to stick his hands down your pants, fingers sliding underneath the band of your underwear. He smirked at how soaked you were already and rubbed your clit as he licked a trail up to your neck. You tightened your thighs around his hand, gasping at the friction and pulling at the bedsheets. 

The sound caused Matthew to take in a sharp breath of air. His cock was pressed against the zipper of his jeans, and was getting to the point that it was excruciating. So, as he massaged your nerve, he undid his pants and pushed them down his legs. 

He nibbled on your ear, and as you gave him a quiet moan, your eyes flickered down to look between your bodies. Flushed, and horny, and suddenly so desperate, you grabbed onto Matthew’s large erection and pressed the tip against your clit. 

He grunted and pulled back to stare you in the eye, a sly grin creeping onto his face. He laughed, “I knew it. I fucking knew it. Innocent? Innocent, my ass.” 

As you rolled your eyes at him, he kissed your lips softly, hands holding onto your thighs. You positioned his cock at your entranced and allowed him to press into you. He stood up straight, watching his cock disappear inside you, slowly, steadily, before he suddenly slammed into you. The sound of skin colliding on skin mixed in with your and Matthew’s moans, and he watched your head roll back in pleasure. 

He licked his lips, smirking. And he did it again. And again. And again. Pulling out all the way and pushing back into you. Hard. The sensation struck your chest, and elicited vulnerable moans from you every time he pounded you. Matthew instantly began to speed his hips up, nails digging into your thighs as he pressed your legs open for him. His used all his strength to fuck you, your head knocking into the wall with every thrust. It was sloppy and messy and you couldn’t stop whimpering. Your eyes were screwed shut, and when you opened them again, the first thing you noticed with his chain. The gold medallion dangled in your face, Matthew’s lips pressed against your cheek. 

Absentmindedly, you tangled your fingers in the chain, tugging on it as your volume increased. “Fuck,” you muttered. “Oh, fuck.” 

He brought his hand up to your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, quietly, softly. And you did it without thinking. His thumb slid into your mouth, twirling around your tongue and stifling your moans. 

He removed his hand and placed his thumb on your clit, wetting the skin with your own saliva. You let out a loud yelp at the new sensation, and a bubble instantly formed in your stomach. 

Oh, no, not Matthew, you thought. Don’t let it be Matthew. 

But with his cock and his hips and the way he kissed your neck and rubbed your sensitive nerve all at once. You came, you came with a fit of pornographic moans, trembling and writhing around on the bed. 

And it was Matthew — the first guy to make you come. Ever. 

He licked his lips as he watched you come undone beneath him, proud of himself — to the point of cockiness. Giving you a few more forceful pumps, he pulled out of you and released himself onto your chest, watching the fluid cover the hickies he’d left there. 

He looked angelic on top of you, moaning, panting, swearing under his breath. But the moment he finished, he stepped back, fastened his pants and walked away. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him in a daze. 

Matthew logged onto your computer, pressed a few buttons and then closed the laptop shut. Then he left. 

However, the next day he sent you an email. Your project. Fully and perfectly edited. 

Okay. So, that happened. They said it would happen and it happened. Didn’t necessarily make you hate Matthew any less, but it happened. It was good. You hated to admit it. And it was all you could think about. You couldn’t even touch yourself or hold your pillow without thinking of Matthew. It was bad. 

Especially, given the fact that after the whole situation, he decided not to talk to you. At all. Not in class, not while hanging out with friends, not even to pick a fight. Complete and utter radio silence. He looked at you enough though. Not while you were looking at him, of course. So, as far as you knew, you were far off of his mind. But life had to go on. You had to focus on school, and on top of that, you were due to perform in NYU’s production of Swan Lake in less than two weeks. 

You landed the main role of Odette, meaning for the next two weeks, you had to eat, sleep, breathe ballet. You practiced for hours on end, barely saw your friends, which gave you a good break from seeing Matthew. 

Opening night rolled around and you were so nervous, you thought you might puke. Only a freshman, it was a miracle you landed the role in the first place, which meant your performance tonight was a make or break moment. Claire could tell you were sick to your stomach and tried to distract you by taking a bunch of pictures on her phone.

“Smile, pretty girl!” She beamed, the flashing going off in your face as you posed. “[y/n], you’re gonna kill it! I’m so excited! Aren’t you excited?”

“Yeah...” you whispered. “Deathly excited.”

“Aw, poor baby,” she swung her arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna be front  and center, cheering you on. Just focus on me, okay?” 

You smiled and nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Okay.” 

Your body was on autopilot out on stage. The movements you’d practiced everyday, for hours and hours on end, just flowed. The lighting in the audience was dark, but you could just barely make out Claire’s figure under the soft hue. 

It wasn’t until the finale, when you stood ready for your closing performance, that the lights switched to their full intensity and you noticed a hand resting on Claire’s shoulder. An arm resting behind her head. Someone whispering in her ear, making her laugh. 

Matthew.

He was here. He was here and he was with Claire. He was with Claire and he was watching you. And it made your stomach feel weird. But then the music kicked up. So, you had to go. You fell into your dance, your rhythm and for some reason, you could not stop staring at Matthew. 

Every twirl, you made him your focal point. Looking at him again, and again, and again. Until the lights went out. 

Supporting ballerinas cheered you on as you walked offstage, throwing flowers at your feet and giving you applause. Your instructor marched right up to you, kissed both sides of your face and embraced you. It was a wonderful feeling, but right then, you were drained, emotionally, mentally, physically, you needed some rest. 

You locked yourself away in your dressing room, taking a seat in the mirror and beginning to remove your tights. Pressing a makeup wipe to your skin, you jumped, startled by a knock on the door. You rose from your seat and walked to the entrance casually, expecting Claire to greet you. 


But you froze, as soon as you opened the door. Eyes glazing over the person in front you, your breath caught in your throat. “Matthew.” 

“Hey,” he smiled. He looked you up and down — your naked legs, your breasts poking through the thin material of the leotard. “You...you were amazing tonight.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Bye.”

You attempted to close the door on him, but his put his elbow against the frame, stopping it in motion. “Whoa,” he exclaimed, pushing his way into the room. “What the hell is your problem?” He closed the door behind him.

“My problem is that I’m very tired, and still need to change, and greet everyone waiting for me. So, I don’t have time for this.”

“Time for what?” He crossed his arms over his chest. 

You ducked your head down, “Nothing. Nothing. You need to leave.”

“Hey, hey, hey, ballerina barbie,” he mocked. “What’s your deal?”

“I don’t have a deal! I have nothing to say to you Matthew. Same way you have nothing to say to me.” You scrunched up your face in a frown.

“I...” he paused, laughing under his breath. “I never said I didn’t have something to tell you. In fact, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” 

You looked up at him — the gel in his hair, his black button down shirt flowing over his belt buckle, his dark eyes, his lips and the way they were pouting just a little. And like a magnet, you found yourself being pulled towards him. You jumped into his arms, hands on his face, and connecting your lips, mouths open, tongues touching. 

Matthew held you up, moaning against your lips. “Mm,” you hummed. “Wait, what if someone comes in?” 

Matthew thought quickly, hiking you up in his arms and shoving your back against the door. “Well, now they can’t get in, can they?” He mumbled, leaving kisses along your neck.

Your jaw dropped and you started to undo his belt, freeing his cock from his pants. He grunted against your skin as you stroked him, your head leaned back against the door, your chest heaving. You used your other hand to pull your leotard to the side, revealing your throbbing core. 

Matthew smirked, letting you guide his dick to your entrance, and pushed his way into you swiftly. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck to keep yourself quiet. His thrusts were quick, rough, messy. He was much more vocal this time, making no effort to stay silent.

“Fuck,” he moaned in your ear. “F-fuck, I forgot how good your pussy is. Fuck.”

The feeling was mutual. For the past month, you’d be wondering what the hell about Matthew had you so stuck. So fixated on him. And this was it. He filled you up perfectly, could manhandle you however he wanted, and always, always made sure you came. 

He fucked you harder when he noticed your orgasm nearing — your quickened breaths, frequent moans and whines, and your legs tightening against his torso. “Oh, my God,” you whimpered. 

“Shit, are you gonna come?” He asked. “Good.”

Breathless, speechless, you stared into his eyes helplessly as your body began to crumble. All power left your body and you held onto his shirt for dear life. He gave you a small smile, and flipped his hair out of his face, looking down at his cock. He could pinpoint the exact stroke that did it. The one that sent you into a state of euphoria, sent your eyes rolling back, your body into intense shock. 

You let out a long and weakened sigh as the wave washed over you, and Matthew continued to plow into you like nothing was happening. 

“It’s so cool how your pussy tightens up when you come,” he chuckled. “It’s hot.” 

You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice, clawing at the back of his neck. His breathing became ragged and hoarse, and he had to pull out of you before he came. He jerked himself off until he exploded onto your clothing. And with you being dressed in all black, his stains stood out perfectly on your costume. 

This time, he gave you a kiss on the cheek before he left.

The week after that was finals week. And neither of you could be bothered to reach out. Despite the not-so-subtle confession of bitterness and the very intense orgasms you shared, you and Matthew simply went back to not talking. Your friends thought it was strange, even commented that they missed the bickering. The two of you shrugged in response. 

Most of your dorm room was in boxes by the time you finished your last final exam. Claire was slower to pack up than you were, considering she only lived an hour away, but she applauded you for your determination. The day Claire did start packing was the day before you left for the summer. The two of you spent the day getting everything cleared out, cleaned, squared away.

While the two of you sat on your bed, watching Netflix, a knock sounded from your door. Claire hopped up and headed towards the entrance, opening it with a grand smile. “Gube!” She shouted, instantly opening her arms for a hug. Matthew wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, carrying her into the room with a smile.

 “Are you about to leave?” She asked him, holding onto his arms as he placed her feet back on the ground. 

“Yeah, my mom’s here. So, I wanted to stop by and say goodbye,” he nodded. 

“Aw, Gube, you softie,” she giggled. “[y/n], come say bye.”

“I can say bye from right here, Claire,” you replied. She gave you a look, and you felt compelled to get off the bed. So you did, you approached them, “Bye, Matthew.” 

“Bye, shortcake,” he laughed. “Bye, Claire.” He pulled your roommate into another hug, while you stood there, crossing your arms in annoyance. 

Matthew peeked at you over Claire’s shoulder. One hand rubbed her back and the other reached out to you, holding a small note.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him, then the note, then Claire. You ripped the paper from his hand, and stuffed it into your pocket right away. He smirked at you, and turned his attention back to Claire. 

“Hey,” he said to her. “Come back to my place, I want everyone there to show my mom I actually have friends.” 

Claire chuckled and nodded, “Okay,” she shrugged. “Let’s go. [y/n], you coming?”

“Uh, no,” you shook your head. “I’m gonna keep packing, but I’ll text you later.”

“Okay,” Claire smiled, and she let Matthew whisk her away. 

You sighed, and as soon as the door closed, you pulled the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket. You opened it up to reveal — not a meaningful message, not even a few words. Just one string of numbers, writing in his handwriting:

505. 

[PART 2.]

[calcifermovesthecastle]

Awwww you and Gyro as a ship is so fucking cute!! You def should selfship id love to see it

Omg okay here's this thing I wrote

I was jerked awake by two hands grabbing me, shaking me.

"Hey, hey, hey!! Please wake up." Gyro's angry, worried face came into view. I coughed, looking at him confused.

"Water?"

"Here." he lifted a canteen to my mouth, and I gulped the entire thing down, gasping for breath. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, pressing a hand to my stomach. "Yeah. And they are too. I can feel them kicking." I coughed, swaying a little bit, yelling out when Gyro slapped me hard.

"We've been searching for two days!" He stood, anger radiating off of him. I fell back, unable to stop my fall due to the handcuffs. "You had me worried fucking sick. When Orion came back without you-"

"Gyro-" Johnny raised his voice. "Later!"

"No, I will not talk about this later!" Gyro crouched, helping me sit and then stand. My cheek stung, and I fixed him with the same look I gave the president. He gripped my shoulders too hard, the anger on his face apparent. "You were supposed to come back after scouting out the area! Instead, we find you on the edge of a fucking minefield, unconsious, and handcuffed!"

"I'll tell you what I told the president, Gyro." I stumbled, dizzy from not eating or drinking anything. Worry flickered on his face, and his grip on my arms tightening to keep me upright. "My horse, My child, and my Child's father are my only concerns. I will go to any lengths to protect them."

"Gyro, she needs to eat something."

"I need to eat something."

Gyro cursed, letting go of me and turning away, his hands clenched into fists. My legs gave out from under me, and the only thing that stopped me from collapsing was Johnny grabbing onto my collar.

"Would one of you be so kind as to remove these handcuffs? The baby is okay, but I really need to eat or-"

"Shut Up!" Gyro swiveled around, pointing at me. "Just shut up, okay!"

I stared blankly at him until he turned away.

"Orion."

My horse walked over to me, nudging me with his nose. I grabbed onto him, struggling to pull myself up. When I finally made it, I looked down at Gyro, no emotion on my face.

"Gyro."

He looked up at me, his expression a million things at once.

"Please undo my handcuffs."

He reached up, his hands shaking as he picked the lock on the cuffs. I didn't say a word while he worked, yearning for him to just hold me and tell me it was okay. That wasn't the case, though.

When my hands were free, I thanked him, cueing Orion to move. Johnny caught up, handing me some bread. I thanked him, wolfing it down, slumping against Orion's neck and passing out.

Three days passed where Gyro didn't speak to me. He and Johnny spoke, and Johnny and I spoke, and I tried to talk to him, but he would pointedly ignore me.

The first night was the hardest. I woke up from a nightmare, albeit, not one as vivid as usual. I sat alone for a minute, watching both of them sleep, before bursting into tears. I buried my face in my hands, crying until I had nothing left, falling back into a fitful sleep.

When Johnny shook me awake a few hours later, I sat, holding my pounding head in my hands. Johnny pressed a hot mug into my hands, and I turned to look at Gyro. When he caught my eye, he clenched his jaw and turned away, getting up to go get Valkyrie ready. More tears filled my eyes, and I choked back a sob with a little "ngh," curling in on myself. Johnny wrapped an arm around me, and I buried my face into his shoulder, only pulling away when Gyro snapped at Johnny to start getting ready.

The second night, I fell ill again, spending the entire night vomiting into the river next to us. My baby didn't like whatever I had for dinner, and made it known by kicking in protest and causing my stomach to flush it out of my system.

"Gyro, I need your help," I croaked, getting sick again. He glanced over at me quickly, turning away, his fists clenched. "Please!"

He ignored me again, and angry, hurt tears filled my eyes.

"It's not my fault that the President captured me, and I did what I had to to survive. I need you, and you're failing me." I gagged again, and he just walked away. "You have every right to be angry with me, but you don't get to abandon me!"

No response. Before I got sick again, I told him to go fuck himself.

I didn't sleep at all that night. Johnny eventually came over and sat with me, squeezing my hand and rubbing my back while I was incapacitated. Gyro glanced over, like he wanted to come help, but just set out his bedroll and sleeping bag and turned his back.

The next day, he looked over at me, his brow furrowed, his lips parted as if to speak, and I turned away, more tears in my eyes.

The rest of the day went by without incident, other than when I'd have to stop and get sick on the side of the road.

That night, I took matters into my own hands, and instead of asking him for help, I forced it, hunkering down in his lap while he was eating dinner, wrapping my arms around his neck and bawling into his shoulder. He stiffened, sighed, and set his plate aside, running his hands up and down my back to soothe me. I just clung to him and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, until all I could do was cry, and then sniffle, and then just breath unevenly and keep my cheek pressed against his shoulder. He didn't stop his ministrations, not saying a word, but not letting me go either. He rested his chin on my head, giving me a comforting squeeze. I fell asleep on him like that. When I woke up, I was rested on the couch he was eating at, alone.

He caved first, but at this point, I was angry now. Not at him, but at the way he was handling things. So I continued to remain silent, no matter what he said to me, instead talking to Johnny, or leaving the room all together.

Tasks were becoming more and more difficult for me as time passed. I did my best, but being pregnant was no picnic.

"Hey, do you want coffee?" Gyro called over to me. I stared at him, expressionless, before turning my attention back to my book, not saying a word. I winced when my child kicked my spleen, and glared at Gyro when he snatched the book out of my hands.

"We need to talk about this." He swallowed, looking annoyed. I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. "It's been seven days. Are you still angry?"

My expression darkened. He nodded, his irritation visibly growing.

"I was so scared that you were dead. When I saw Orion run up without you, only the worst situations played out in my head. When we saw the destruction in the area, we thought maybe you had been caught in a Stand Attack.

A smirk ghosted my lips, causing him to pause. He tilted his head back, his eyes narrowed, searching my face.

"What?"

I laughed, waving him off. It wasn't a cold laugh, but it wasn't exactly friendly either. He scowled, shoving his hands in his pockets, continuing.

"Finding you unconscious, tucked away like that, scared the shit out of me. It took me 10 minutes to get you to come to. Ten minutes. I've never been worried like that. I let the anger and fear I felt get the best of me, and I'm really sorry." He crossed his arms, glaring at me while I smirked at him. "For fucks sake, what is so god damn funny?"

"The destruction was from my stand."

"It what?! You couldn't tell me that sooner?! This is what-" His angry words dropped off when I took his hand and placed it on my stomach, right above where the kicking was. The irritation on his face gave way to wonder, and he just stood there, slack jawed, placing his other hand on my stomach. When he spoke, his voice was no more than a whisper.

"That's my baby." His eyes met mine, glistening, and I smiled kindly at him before looking over at Johnny.

"Hey Johnny, do you want to feel the baby kick?"

"Hey, Fuck off Johnny." Gyro stepped closer to me, glaring at Johnny over his shoulder. "This is mine. I'll kill you if you come any closer."

"Gyro, let Johnny feel the baby kick." I laughed, and Gyro grumbled, stepping aside. Johnny placed a hand on my tummy, smiling softly when the baby kicked it.

"Alright, that's enough. Back off." Gyro loomed over us, glowering at Johnny. I sighed, sitting down on the edge of the table, exhausted. Gyro slipped a cup of coffee into my hands, and I smiled at him, laughing when he pressed his hands back against my stomach.

That night, Gyro insisted that I sleep with him again. When we settled down, he snaked his arms around me, rubbing my belly, pressing his lips into the back of my neck.

"Promise me that you'll never scare me like that again."

"Only if you promise to never leave me to deal with it alone again."

"Deal."

I melted into his warm embrace and soft words, falling asleep shortly after.

[growingingreenwood]

Hello. I hope the world is treating you with love. Wanted to start with gushing over your fics, I love them. Now I want to shamelessly beg for more details regarding Thranduil and Ava. I read the post you made and I hope you don’t mind if I say I want more details.

Awwww thank you dear!! I hope life is being very kind to you!

I felt like gandalf at the start of the fellowship when I was trying to scroll through ALL 116 PAGES OF STUFF OF WRITTEN FOR THIS BLOG trying to find the old ask thing I wrote about Ava and Thranduil lol. 

Ava just makes everything… so much easier for Thranduil as she grows. Especially being around Legolas and Thranduil, she understands a lot of the gross nitty gritty stuffy that it takes 

to run a kingdom. She sees all the repetitive, necessary, and really time consuming things and has a habit to just sort of start doing them without being asked or it ever being brought up. 

When she started doing it, nobody ever really told her “No” specifically, so she kept doing it. Slowly accumulating more tasks as time wore on. When Ava started it was only Legolas’ paperwork, sometimes because she wanted him to be done faster so that he could spend time with her doing fun things elsewhere. Other times it was just to spend time while BOTH of them did the work knowing it wouldn't be near done by the time she would have to leave.

Then suddenly, she was doing the work  all when he wasn’t even home, or awake. Still, nobody told her “No.”She never really told anyone but it was her secret goal that she be able to substitute anybody's job temporarily should anything happen. 

There ends up being three unofficial tasks that just sort of become.. Hers. 

Firstly: She’s great at running errands, especially dangerous secret errands, because she’s such a good scout. And Ava’s even better at keeping a secret. (Although perhaps, too good….(spoilers??)) 

Secondly: She’s wonderful at being a liaison between Greenwood and the Avari Tribes. She’s great at having quick comebacks without getting mad or insulted by things because the Avari don’t really have manners that most are used to. 

Thirdly: She’s the most involved with the training of future recruits because she’s pretty nit-picky about their behavior. Legolas and Farlen have Thranduil's habit of developing soft spots, but Avaleina is like Ferdan and can separate her personal feelings from their performance. So its what Ava says goes pretty much 

Ava has an amazing “We’ll figure it out” attitude, especially when she commands. During the last twenty or so years of the war Legolas stayed close to the Stronghold to help his father because there was always a nine million emergency. During that time, they sort of just… let Ava loose at the border closest to Dol Guldur. For a while basically a quarter of the forest was under her command, and the rest under Thranduils.. 

Avaleina was from a really remote village in Greenwood originally, and so actively tries really hard to stay in touch and actively practice the very old Silvan culture. Which Thranduil LOVES because he loves his little Silvans. Its even better because she has a really confident attitude so she’s never really embarrassed or ashamed of it no matter who’s around. 

Bonus points because she also loves to explain it to be (she gets super nerdy omfg Legolas thinks its the cutest thing in the world.) 

Thranduil also really relies on Avaleina to keep Legolas alive and okay. Him and his son are close, but he knows that even with the love of his life still alive Legolas was already closer to fading from grief than any elf ought to be even before the fellowship. 

But everytime he was with Ava, it was almost like the war didn’t exist for a second. No matter his state, Legolas could never help but smile when he saw Ava. Sometimes Thranduil thought that was the only time he ever saw Legolas smile. 

Thranduil is super annoyed at how long Legolas and Ava take to do things and if he had his way, they would have been married, like, 700 years ago. 

But yeah, like a lot of people in Thranduil's life she sort of weaved herself right in until the whole rug would come apart if you pulled her out. 

[nightwingshero]

Longing under the stars for Wren and John but NO angst!!!!!!

JFAKDSJLFDS BUT EM!!!!!! Why not angst?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

“You seem upset, Deputy.” he called from behind me as we continued our way through the woods. 

If I continued to grind my teeth, at this rate they would be nothing but dust. This was all his damn fault. The metal digging into my wrist was a hard reminder of the situation we had found ourselves in. I fought the urge to turn around and deck him in the face to knock that damn smug smirk off his lips. 

I had a shot, and for some damn reason, I couldn’t bring myself to take it. I had the chance to kill him, but the better side of me won out. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. That it was the good person in me, sparing his life, not the dirty little secret of how my heart always seemed to pound harder with him around. 

I ended up tackling the asshole, after running him down. Addie and Sharky staying behind to take care of his guards as I took on the Herald of Holland Valley. I had one cuff on his wrist before he slithered out from under me, always just out of my reach. More fighting until I found mysefl cuffed to the cocky bastard. The absolute horror and rage was nothing compared to the sick realization that we had gotten lost in our heated chase. 

“Fuck off.” I snapped as I jerked on the cuffs. “And hurry up! You’re going too slow.”

He scoffed in offense. “And risk tripping? Do you know much these jeans cost?”

“Awwww.” I threw him a fake pout over my shoulder. “Is the city baby afwaid of a wittle dirt?”

The glare he gave was sharp, but harmless. I gave a sigh as we broke through the treeline and into a field. It had felt so damn claustrophobic in there, I could practically feel him breathing on my neck. A shiver went down my spine as the image popped in my head, and I quickly shoved it down, like a teenager shoving a magazine under their mattress. This was humiliating. 

I cry out as the metal digs harder, pulling me back into a hard chest face first. Putting my hand on his chest to shove away, I feel the hard lines of how defined it was, my fingers brushing his skin slightly from his shirt being slightly unbuttoned. Immediately, I jump back as if I were burned, which made me stumble back, pulling him forward with me. His hand shot out, gripping the top of my tank top and pulling, catching and righting me before we both had taken a spill.

I slapped his hand away from my chest with a burning face, and his head tilted to the side with an amused smirk. “You alright there? You seem a bit...flustered.”

“I’m fine!” I snap, trying to desperately to get my shit together. My heart was about to beat its way out of my chest as his eyes sparkled, and I swallowed. “What the hell is your problem?”

“I thought I saw something.” He looked up, pointing a tattooed finger towards the sky. “Now, if you’re quite done acting like a startled little bird, then maybe we can catch another.”

I gave him a weird look, but caved. I wouldn’t have been able to move him unless he wanted to go, and my wrist was raw as is. So I followed where he was pointing, searching for whatever it was that caught the Baptist’s attention.

The one thing I didn’t miss about the city was that you could never see the stars. Coming to Hope County and spending my first night here, I didn't get any sleep. I stayed up all night just to stare. It was so gorgeous and you could see things that I had thought you would only see in science magazines. I stood in awe next to him, because there was nothing more beautiful. I loved spending my nights at the river just to see the beautiful reflection of it. 

But standing here next to John Seed was more intimate than I had anticipated. Which was ridiculous, because I had done this with Rowan and Sharky plenty of times, but my heart never pounded like this, my skin never tingled in this way. I dare a glance at him and I have to remind myself to keep breathing because when he isn’t trying to kidnap me or being an arrogant asshole, he’s beautiful. The content look on his face draws something within me that I have to fight off or else I would do something I shouldn’t. So, I did what I do best. 

“There’s nothing up there, Johnny.” I scoffed, going to turn away.

“Wait! Watch!!!” he grips my arm with his free hand and tugs, pulling me even closer. And as I look up, I barely catch the quick light across the sky. “Did you see it?”

I looked at him. “Is that one of your planes, John?” I asked, breathing out accusingly because I’m terrified that I wouldn’t make it if his men found us. He looks down at me, a soft smirk on his lips that I hated to love. My breathing quickens because that whole sky is in his eyes. 

“That was a shooting star, Deputy.” He replied quietly, and if I had been rambling I would have missed it entirely. And that pull is there, stronger than ever, and I hate with my entire being that we’re supposed to be enemies. That I want what I can’t have. And I swear that even if we weren’t, this man would want nothing to do with a girl like me. Its a harsh reminder, and I steel my resolve. I go to take a step back, but John is still gripping my arm and as if he could read me like a book, he’s quick to speak again. “Did you make a wish? I heard that if you make one, it’ll come true. So, Wren, what did you wish for?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t come true.” I whisper back weakly, a sorry excuse to rationalize what this was, but he wasn’t having any of it. 

“Hmm. Well, if you ask nicely.” He leaned forward a bit, his smile widening a fraction. “I’m sure it will. I’ll see to it, scouts honor.”

Every bit of what’s left of my resolve crumbles within seconds. My hand wraps around his neck, pulling him close as his arm snakes its way firmly along my waist, and finally, my lips find his. It’s deep and heated, our tongues brushing as he began to hold our cuffed hands. 

Finally, we break apart to catch our breath, and he chuckles. “One hell of a wish. Took you long enough, didn’t it?”

I scoffed went to turn but he wouldn’t let me. “John, we have to go.”

“Nope. Not until I get my wish, too.” And before I could get another word in, his lips find mine once more. 

[talariis-a]

Though no smile was visible, sincerity hung to the words spoken && now once actually said in person. "Happy Birthday."

【 Ｌｅｔ＇ｓ ｗａｓｔｅ ＇ｅｍ！➥  Late Birthday Asks 】

Despite the not so friendly face, Scout could recognize that Spy did meant it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be spending his precious time like this.           ❝ Awwww, you’re gettin’ soft. Thanks, Spy. ❞

[stjohnintelligencer]

St John Tea Transcripts - July 25, “1917″

[19:00] Gabrielle Riel: It's 7pm SLT, so I am starting!

[19:01] Gabrielle Riel: Good evening everyone! Thank you so much for taking the time to be here.

[19:01] Gabrielle Riel: I have two topics that I need to cover tonight:

[19:01] Gabrielle Riel: First, a change to the estate and second, this year’s hurricane.

[19:01] Gabrielle Riel: As always, please hold your questions until after I am done with my explanation. It is very likely that I will address your question(s) at some point during my explanation, because it’s long and thorough. I will ask for questions, so just jot yours down as they come to you!

[19:02] Gabrielle Riel: Ready? Here we go!

[19:02] Kylie: Hi Emma

[19:02] Pru: have a seat, Emma. giggles

[19:02] Kitty: ok! im ready!

[19:02] Kylie: *listening*

[19:02] Gabrielle Riel: First topic - change to the estate.

[19:02] Kylie: *hic*

[19:02] Gabrielle Riel: In the next few weeks I will be removing the St John Beach sim from the estate. There are simply not enough tenants to cover its cost.

[19:02] Kylie: (( Hi Scout! ))

[19:03] Scout MacLeod: (hi kylie!!)

[19:03] Kylie: Oh noooo

[19:03] Gabrielle Riel: I am in the process of relocating the few residents in that sim to other parcels in St John. And I will be moving the St John Island sim down into Beach’s current position.

[19:03] Kitty: oh no! no more flying

[19:03] Gabrielle Riel: I mentioned at at Tea a few months ago that we could lose some sims this year, so this should not be a shock.

[19:03] Kylie: I was going to rent a summer place

[19:03] Gabrielle Riel: I have also mentioned before that homestead sims are horrible from a financial standpoint. They add space but generate no revenue at all. They basically break even only when full.

[19:04] Gabrielle Riel: So, if a homestead is not full, it’s a financial drain on the estate overall.

[19:04] Kylie: Hi Kylee!

[19:04] Kylee Gracemount: Hi !

[19:04] Kylie: pulls up my map

[19:04] Gabrielle Riel: St John is currently in the black. Even with St John Beach in the red, St John is still in the black. However, it’s my goal to keep the financial health of the estate strong. And getting rid of a single homestead sim that is in the red is the right decision to keep the estate strong from a financial standpoint.

[19:04] Mari Moonbeam: makes a note to steal a set of St John Beach Hotel china

[19:04] Gabrielle Riel: Don’t stress about it. I am not stressing about it. Second Life communities go through cycles. Last year we were in an “up” cycle. So much so that I sent out a survey to determine land needs.

[19:05] Kylie: hehe  Hi Mari!

[19:05] Kitty: hahah Mare

[19:05] Gabrielle Riel: I added land based on the results of that survey. Then about half of the people who begged me for larger parcels, flaked out within a month or two of me giving them the larger parcels and dumped the land and left the estate.

[19:05] Kylie: Yeah, I totally understand that

[19:05] Gabrielle Riel: This, by the way, is completely normal! Most people in SL are incredibly flaky when it comes to land. They are fickle and want instant gratification. They are also fine with instant land-dumping. I have know this for years and years and I am used to it. I have been an estate owner for 8.5 years and I learned these land lessons in my first 6 months of being an estate owner.

[19:05] Iliana Cerise: Get some of the beach towels too, soooo soft

[19:06] Gabrielle Riel: Those of you here right now? Attending this tea? YOU are the unique ones. You are special in your loyalty and care and interest. You are the minority, in a good way, but know that most people in SL are not like you.

[19:06] Mari Moonbeam: good idea!

[19:06] Kylie: I knew it!

[19:06] Gabrielle Riel: So, we must bid adieu to St John Beach.

[19:06] Scout MacLeod: haha

[19:06] Gabrielle Riel: It was a nice run for a year, but it’s over.

[19:06] Gabrielle Riel stops and looks at that sentence.

[19:07] Kylie: *tries to stay quiet*

[19:07] Gabrielle Riel: Yep, that’s my life in 2017!  ;-)

[19:07] Pru: :)

[19:07] Alas Sturges snickers softly.

[19:07] Gabrielle Riel: Anyway!

[19:07] Iliana Cerise: grins at Gabi

[19:07] Kylie: hehe

[19:07] Iliana Cerise: Water under the bridge!

[19:07] Gabrielle Riel: Does anyone have any questions about the removal of St John Beach?

[19:08] Kitty: i need a pillow under my butt woman!

[19:08] Kylie: Is it immediate?

[19:08] Alas Sturges: No questions.  Sad, but understandable.

[19:08] Pru: Nope

[19:08] Iliana Cerise: lol Kitty

[19:08] Gabrielle Riel: The residents need to be out by this Friday.

[19:08] Alas Sturges: Throws pillow to Kitty.  Ducks in case it comes out.

[19:08] Iliana Cerise: nods with Alas

[19:08] Alas Sturges: *comes back

[19:08] Kylie: Ok, so still time for a picture or two

[19:08] Kitty: ty

[19:08] Gabrielle Riel: Then I will try and sell it, but I have no idea if it will sell.

[19:09] Kylie: What happens if it doesn't sell?

[19:09] Gabrielle Riel: It will go offline in the first few days of August if I don't sell it.

[19:09] Kitty: it will

[19:09] Kitty: oh whats that mean??

[19:09] Gabrielle Riel: I file a ticket with LL for them to remove it.

[19:09] Kitty: so money lost?

[19:09] Gabrielle Riel: Not really

[19:09] Kitty: oh ok whew

[19:10] Gabrielle Riel: I covered the cost of the purchase with parcel purchase fees

[19:10] Gabrielle Riel: Then the damn thing ran in the red for a year. So it's been "losing" money the whole time.

[19:10] Kitty: dang

[19:10] Gabrielle Riel: Part of the reason for that is that my house was there.

[19:10] Gabrielle Riel: And any land I own, is land not leased.

[19:11] Kylie: I looked there last week and didn't see anything open except one cottage

[19:11] Gabrielle Riel: 3 people abandoned there on the same day

[19:11] Kylie: Ugh

[19:11] Kitty: oh wow

[19:11] Gabrielle Riel: And I was considering selling the sim a month ago.

[19:11] Kylie: A sign then

[19:11] Iliana Cerise: whoa

[19:11] Gabrielle Riel: That just sealed the deal.

[19:12] Gabrielle Riel: We will have a hole in the estate for a few days.

[19:12] Gabrielle Riel: I have to pay to move Islands into Beach's position.

[19:12] Gabrielle Riel: And it might take a week or two to scrape money together for that.

[19:12] Iliana Cerise: nods

[19:12] Kylie: wow, they charge you to move things?

[19:13] Gabrielle Riel: Yep

[19:13] Gabrielle Riel: $125 USD

[19:13] Gabrielle Riel: per sim

[19:13] Kylie: SMH

[19:13] Kylee Gracemount: eep

[19:13] Emmanuelle Huntress: they charge for everything

[19:13] Kitty: pfffft

[19:13] Kylie: How hard can it be?

[19:13] Kitty: 125 bucks worth hard!

[19:13] Gabrielle Riel: So it will be on the map for another week or so

[19:13] Gabrielle Riel: then poof!

[19:14] Gabrielle Riel: I am moving my house back here to Parish

[19:14] Kylie: Awwww

[19:14] Kitty: Parish is nice

[19:14] Kylie: dang, I loved your house there

[19:14] Iliana Cerise: As my old friend Blu told me years ago, "It's the way the Lindens keep us poor," lol

[19:14] Gabrielle Riel: And have relocation spots for the others left

[19:14] Kylie: LOL Iliana

[19:14] Gabrielle Riel: Me too Kylie....but there are some memories there that I am ready to let go of

[19:14] Iliana Cerise: grins at Kylie

[19:14] Scout MacLeod: oh good!

[19:15] Scout MacLeod: relocation spots

[19:15] Gabrielle Riel: Any other questions about the demise of St John Beach?

[19:15] Kitty: oh thats true

[19:15] Kylie: Where are the relocations?

[19:15] Kitty: i will sage it before it goes

[19:15] Gabrielle Riel: One resident went to Bayou

[19:15] Kitty: oh nice

[19:15] Kylie: We need a welcome party. ;)

[19:15] Scout MacLeod: yay!

[19:15] Kitty: yeah

[19:15] Gabrielle Riel: The other two I am waiting to hear from but I have spots in Uptown for them if they want them

[19:16] Iliana Cerise: cool

[19:16] Gabrielle Riel: Ok, next topic: it’s hurricane time!

[19:16] Kylie: Well, like RL... our SL is ever changing

[19:16] Pru: Hurricane "G"

[19:16] Gabrielle Riel: So...

[19:16] Kylie: OMG

[19:16] Kylie: <--RL G

[19:16] Gabrielle Riel: I had my usual explanation all typed out

[19:17] Gabrielle Riel: And then I realized

[19:17] Gabrielle Riel: that most likely, tonight, there would be no one new here ar tea

[19:17] Gabrielle Riel: *at tea

[19:17] Gabrielle Riel: And I was right

[19:17] Gabrielle Riel: I don't need to go into my usual background info

[19:17] Gabrielle Riel: You all know it already

[19:18] Kitty: yeah old hat

[19:18] Kylie: We dooooo!

[19:18] Gabrielle Riel: So this will make tea shorter than I expected!

[19:18] Kylie: I'm waiting to hear dates cause.... well... i just want to hear them

[19:18] Gabrielle Riel: So let me pick what pieces of info are pertinent to you oldbies!

[19:19] Alas Sturges gets out her hearing trumpet.

[19:19] Iliana Cerise: Hurricnane! yaaay

[19:19] Gabrielle Riel: The St John hurricane always occurs on the third weekend in August and it lasts for roughly 48 hours, from late afternoon SLT on Friday until late afternoon on Sunday. This year it will be on August 18-20.

[19:19] Iliana Cerise: giggle, Alas

[19:19] Pru: Smiles at the thought of being an "oldbie"

[19:19] Kylie: Yayyyyyy!!!!!!

[19:19] Scout MacLeod: haaha

[19:19] Gabrielle Riel: Last year we had a situation occur that I always knew was a possibility in terms of scheduling. There was a RL destructive flooding situation that happened in Louisiana on the weekend that our hurricane was scheduled.

[19:20] Gabrielle Riel: Because of that, last year’s hurricane was pushed back into mid-September. If there is a RL hurricane or flooding disaster this year on the third weekend in August, I will do the same thing as I did last year. I will push it back into September.

[19:20] Kylie: My 3rd one and I'm an oldbie too!

[19:20] Iliana Cerise: passes Pru some Geritol

[19:20] Scout MacLeod: is this hurricane Gabrielle?

[19:20] Pru: hahaha

[19:20] Gabrielle Riel: Let's hope that all is well this year in August.

[19:20] Kylie: *cries if it's in September and crosses my fingers  for the best*

[19:20] Iliana Cerise: Agreed! Crosses fingers

[19:21] Gabrielle Riel: So you all know that I alternate male and female names every year

[19:21] Scout MacLeod: sits on edge of seat

[19:21] Gabrielle Riel: Hurricane Frédérique was last year, a female name

[19:21] Mari Moonbeam: along came Mari

[19:21] Iliana Cerise: Uh oh...

[19:21] Gabrielle Riel: 2017 should technically be a male name...

[19:21] Scout MacLeod: wrings hands

[19:21] Kylie: Technically being the key word

[19:22] Gabrielle Riel: Howevah...  ;-)

[19:22] Pru: hahaha

[19:22] Gabrielle Riel: This year is G.

[19:22] Kylie: *:-.,_,.-:*'´ `*. HoOoOoO!¸.*´`'*:-.,_,.-:*

[19:22] Gabrielle Riel: Therefore we are having Hurricane Gabrielle.

[19:22] Scout MacLeod: holds breath

[19:22] Scout MacLeod: YAY!!!!!!!!!!

[19:22] Pru: Woot!

[19:22] Kylie: Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!

[19:22] Mari Moonbeam: yay!

[19:22] Kylie: And what could be more perfect this year?

[19:22] Iliana Cerise: ··..•°•··..? Applauds! ? ..··•°•..··

[19:22] Emmanuelle Huntress: woo.

[19:22] Otenth Håkon Paderborn smiles

[19:22] Gabrielle Riel feels Soliel grinning at her - she was SO looking forward to this year!

[19:23] Emmanuelle Huntress is still brooding over E.

[19:23] Pru: hugs Emma

[19:23] Kitty: hahha

[19:23] Kylie: Awwwww

[19:23] ÅL? RÅ??N: So what letter is it

[19:23] Kitty: few more years we get a K

[19:23] Gabrielle Riel: She was SO excited in....was it 2014? That Gabrielle was on the RL list.

[19:23] Gabrielle Riel looks at Kitty

[19:23] Iliana Cerise: was your name bypassed, Emma?

[19:23] Kylie: I'll arm wrestle you for it, Kityt

[19:23] Kitty: looks away

[19:23] Kylie: Kitty...

[19:23] Gabrielle Riel: Yeah and that will be Hurricane Kristin  ;-)

[19:23] Kitty: k

[19:24] Kylie: sorry ... wine typing

[19:24] Kitty: gasp!

[19:24] Gabrielle Riel laughs!

[19:24] Kylie: Hahahahaha

[19:24] Iliana Cerise: hee hee

[19:24] Kylie: Well, that makes sense

[19:24] Gabrielle Riel: I can’t believe we made it to G! That seemed impossibly far off when I started in 2010!

[19:24] Kitty whispers: no it dosnt

[19:24] Alas Sturges: I feel a hurricane season of non-stop puns coming in.

[19:24] Otenth Håkon Paderborn: Hurricane Kristin will have dancing go-go boys swept up in the surf

[19:24] Pru: hahaha

[19:25] Gabrielle Riel: Of course!

[19:25] Kitty: hahaha Otenth

[19:25] Kylie: LOL Otenth!

[19:25] Mari Moonbeam: making next year male H ..... eeps

[19:25] Iliana Cerise: hee hee

[19:25] Gabrielle Riel: I do not know if I will do male next year or not

[19:25] Gabrielle Riel: I will ponder that

[19:25] Mari Moonbeam: Helmut?

[19:25] Iliana Cerise: Boys in bikinis... girls in surfboards...

[19:25] Pru: pass the tanning butter

[19:25] Scout MacLeod: I like helmut

[19:25] Emmanuelle Huntress: Henri

[19:25] Kitty: Hunny buttons?

[19:26] Gabrielle Riel gags

[19:26] Scout MacLeod: oh henri! that's probably more french

[19:26] Gabrielle Riel: Oh hell, did I just do that in public?

[19:26] Emmanuelle Huntress: Mais oui

[19:26] Pru: hahaha, Gabi

[19:26] Gabrielle Riel: Kylie is the one drinking! Not me!

[19:26] Kylie: LOL

[19:26] Iliana Cerise: Oooh, do male so that "I" will be female... nudge nudge wink wink

[19:26] Emmanuelle Huntress crosses myself and hail marys

[19:26] Kylie: I told you I'd be quiet

[19:26] Kylie: LOLOLOL

[19:26] Pru: Hello, Princess!

[19:26] Alas Sturges: You have the right to remain silent.  But can you?

[19:26] Kitty: Hi Pea

[19:27] Mari Moonbeam: that hurricane would miss the land , wimper out in a sand bar

[19:27] Princess Selena waves and is sorry for being so late

[19:27] Alas Sturges nudges Kylie playfully.

[19:27] Kylie: Hi Selena!

[19:27] Kylee Gracemount: Hi Selena

[19:27] Kitty: hahaha Mare

[19:27] Kylie: *passes my flask to Alas*

[19:27] Gabrielle Riel scans all the stuff she wrote that is not needed, looking for the next info

[19:27] Mari Moonbeam: grins

[19:27] Gabrielle Riel: We have one more tea before the hurricane, it will be 3 weeks from tonight, Tuesday, August 15. At that tea I will direct you to the supplies that I will put out. Sandbags and other full perm items you will be able to use to prepare your homes.

[19:27] Iliana Cerise: Is your hurricane spiel long-winded, Gabi?

[19:28] Kitty: not this year

[19:28] Kylie: Hahahah Iliana

[19:28] Otenth Håkon Paderborn slips out to cater to the typist.

[19:28] Iliana Cerise: giggles

[19:28] Gabrielle Riel rolls her eyes

[19:28] Kylie: good one!

[19:28] Pru: hopes her RezDay isn't during the hurricane again

[19:28] Gabrielle Riel: it is

[19:28] Kylie: Oh, I wish mine was!

[19:28] Pru: :(

[19:28] Gabrielle Riel: It's the 19th, right?

[19:28] Alas Sturges takes flask, shrugs, and takes a gulp before handing it back.

[19:28] Pru: yes

[19:28] Kylie: Trade you, Pru

[19:28] Gabrielle Riel: Right in the middle!

[19:29] Pru: I'll work it out

[19:29] Gabrielle Riel: I will, as I always do, be playing the post-hurricane party at The Nightingale on Sunday evening the 20th from 7-8:30pm SLT.

[19:29] Iliana Cerise: We can't have a Hurricane Rezday party?

[19:29] Gabrielle Riel: I am sure Sugah’s will have their usual line-up of events throughout the weekend as well.

[19:29] Kylie: I think it would be fun to have a rez day Hurricane party

[19:29] Pru: We can, but it was done last year. :)

[19:30] Gabrielle Riel: If you would like to host a hurricane party, please let me know! I welcome any and all parties! We’ve got the DJs in the estate, so invite you all to step up and have a party! Just please contact me as soon as you can so I can put you on the schedule.

[19:30] Alas Sturges: Surely you can't have enough hurricane rez-day parties?

[19:30] Gabrielle Riel: We will need a Friday night party that is evening SLT

[19:30] Gabrielle Riel: And we will need the same for Saturday night

[19:31] Gabrielle Riel: If you want to do something during the day, that is fine too!

[19:31] Pru: It looks like my RezDay will be Wednesday

[19:31] Kitty whispers: i think purrrhaps me and Iliana could be purrrrsueded to have a party

[19:31] Kylie: yayyyyy

[19:31] Gabrielle Riel: Sunday night is mine bitches!  ;-)

[19:31] Scout MacLeod: Yay!

[19:31] Iliana Cerise: Yesss!

[19:31] Pru: hahaha

[19:31] ÅL? RÅ??N: Zed and I might be able to do Friday

[19:31] Alas Sturges: A Singing in the Rain party?

[19:32] ÅL? RÅ??N: see how you are

[19:32] Gabrielle Riel: Damn....am I drunk and just not aware of it?

[19:32] Scout MacLeod: hahaa alas

[19:32] Kylie: ROFL gabi

[19:32] Kylie: It's rubbed off

[19:32] Gabrielle Riel: ok Ali! ty!

[19:32] Kitty: hahah G

[19:32] Iliana Cerise: Let us conspire, Kitty...

[19:32] Pru: You had a fun weekend, Gabi. :)

[19:32] Gabrielle Riel must still be drunk from the wine bar in RL on Saturday night

[19:32] Princess Selena: hehe

[19:32] Pru: giggles

[19:32] Kylie: Epic Hurricane in the works!

[19:32] Kitty: okies we will!

[19:33] Gabrielle Riel: So...

[19:33] Kitty: high fives Ili

[19:33] Kylie: It will be epic!

[19:33] Princess Selena: what is this years name?  (sorry I missed it if it was announced already)

[19:33] Kylie: *laughs*

[19:33] Gabrielle Riel: Does anyone have any questions?

[19:33] Kitty: its G Pea

[19:33] Pru: It begins with a "G"

[19:33] Princess Selena: o.O

[19:33] Princess Selena: no!

[19:33] Gabrielle Riel: What name begins with G?  ;-)

[19:33] Mari Moonbeam: Gertrude

[19:33] Princess Selena: NO!

[19:33] Princess Selena laughs

[19:33] Emmanuelle Huntress: Hurricane Gomer

[19:33] Kitty: lemme give you a hint....G!

[19:33] Pru: hahaha

[19:33] Iliana Cerise: Gaston?

[19:33] Scout MacLeod: Gus?

[19:33] Mari Moonbeam: Teutonic north wind

[19:34] Emmanuelle Huntress: Surprise surprise surprise

[19:34] Kylie: LOL

[19:34] Gabrielle Riel: I've been called Hurricane Gabrielle before

[19:34] Kylie: Gus

[19:34] Kylie: LOLOLOL

[19:34] Scout MacLeod: hhahahaa

[19:34] Gabrielle Riel: Now I get to be one

[19:34] ÅL? RÅ??N: Gator

[19:34] Princess Selena: oh.. really?  I was thinking of another G name

[19:34] Gabrielle Riel: and Soliel is freaking laughing - hard

[19:34] Kitty: there goes the neighborhood

[19:34] Princess Selena: heheh

[19:34] Iliana Cerise: Poor old Hurricane Gus... Despised by all

[19:34] Kylie: LOL

[19:34] Mari Moonbeam: and the soup kitchen is Gator-aid?

[19:34] Gabrielle Riel: Like I would do that? Dude, I am not a masochist.

[19:34] Kitty: haha

[19:35] Scout MacLeod: hahaa

[19:35] Kylie: *sits on my hands*

[19:35] Princess Selena is so lost

[19:35] Iliana Cerise: lol Mari

[19:35] Gabrielle Riel: I have enough of a road ahead of me with Mardi Gras posters popping up in my memory feed next year!

[19:35] Emmanuelle Huntress: Shazam!

[19:36] Kitty: omg yeah G

[19:36] Gabrielle Riel: Hurricane Gabrielle

[19:36] ÅL? RÅ??N: Geo

[19:36] Gabrielle Riel: is the name

[19:36] Iliana Cerise: How can we help, Princess?

[19:36] Princess Selena: i think I am beyond help... LOL

[19:36] Iliana Cerise: lol

[19:36] Gabrielle Riel: Not any other G name that you might be thinking of  :-)

[19:36] Emmanuelle Huntress: Gomez?

[19:36] Princess Selena: Gonad?

[19:36] Pru: hahaha

[19:36] Kitty: Gomez

[19:36] Iliana Cerise: It's officially Gabrielle!

[19:36] Emmanuelle Huntress: Nuts.

[19:36] Gabrielle Riel: I think we are all still drunk from Saturday in RL

[19:36] Kitty: Hi Bug man!!

[19:36] Princess Selena: hey there Mr Bug

[19:36] Pru: hahaha

[19:36] ÅL? RÅ??N: Gabriel

[19:36] Gabrielle Riel: Mr. Breitman!

[19:37] Eclectric Breitman: What did I miss?

[19:37] Iliana Cerise: Go Fish?

[19:37] Gabrielle Riel: Hello!

[19:37] Kylee Gracemount: Hi

[19:37] ÅL? RÅ??N: Gunter

[19:37] Gabrielle Riel: The whole tea. You'll need to read the transcripts.

[19:37] Kylie: You missed me, right Eclectric?

[19:37] Scout MacLeod: mr breitman

[19:37] Eclectric Breitman: I sure did!

[19:37] Gabrielle Riel: My spiel is short this year

[19:37] Gabrielle Riel: No new residents at tea tonight

[19:37] Pru: Hello, Mr. Architect

[19:38] Gabrielle Riel: So what that means is that I get to put the info in some other form

[19:38] Gabrielle Riel: and force feed it to the new residents

[19:38] Gabrielle Riel: So that they know about it!

[19:38] Kitty: hahah

[19:38] Kylie: *still sitting on my hands*

[19:38] Gabrielle Riel really does not feel like another "WHAT is this water in my gallery!?" IM situation.

[19:38] Princess Selena: I have a neato machine that might help you, Gabi

[19:39] Princess Selena: you put in a list of people and it will pass on your message to them when they are next online

[19:39] Eclectric Breitman: Ha! That was hilarious.

[19:39] Iliana Cerise: One of those newfangled mimeographs?

[19:39] Eclectric Breitman: Well, for us.

[19:39] Gabrielle Riel: I had an oblivious resident in New Toulouse one year.

[19:39] Princess Selena: I think the Casperlet will do it too

[19:39] Eclectric Breitman: Not so much for the gallery.

[19:39] Gabrielle Riel: As Mr. Breitman remembers!

[19:39] Scout MacLeod: haha what did the oblivious resident say

[19:39] Kylie: Gabi, you will still get those, I fear....

[19:39] Eclectric Breitman: The watercolors were ruined!

[19:39] Gabrielle Riel: *I* was offline when she had her meltdown in group chat.

[19:39] Kylie: *makes a note to IM Gabi about water in my gallery*

[19:40] Gabrielle Riel grins

[19:40] Eclectric Breitman: I raised the waterline to the second floor.

[19:40] Mari Moonbeam: she freaked out like the water would wreck her stuff

[19:40] Gabrielle Riel: I missed the meltdown

[19:40] Kylie: ROFL

[19:40] Gabrielle Riel: But I think a few folks here saw it

[19:40] Gabrielle Riel: Oh the drama!

[19:40] Iliana Cerise: Oh, brother

[19:40] Princess Selena: I had my house built just so it wouldnt flood, so no melt down from me.

[19:40] Mari Moonbeam: I said derender the water ...but she was derendered herself

[19:40] Gabrielle Riel: LOL!

[19:40] Emmanuelle Huntress: I was there

[19:40] Kylie: Dang I missed that drama!

[19:41] Gabrielle Riel: It happened years ago - 5 I think?

[19:41] Kylie: Oh well, that's why then

[19:41] Iliana Cerise: That's totally ridiculous

[19:41] Mari Moonbeam: now if it happened, I'd send in schools of fish

[19:41] Scout MacLeod: omg

[19:41] Gabrielle Riel: It was  :-)

[19:41] Scout MacLeod: i would laugh so hard

[19:41] Iliana Cerise: lol Mari

[19:41] Gabrielle Riel: The residents jumped all over her in chat

[19:41] Emmanuelle Huntress: she wigged the heck out

[19:41] Pru: I think The Conservatory is still the highest ground in St. John Woods, so all are welcome to take refuge there if they wish

[19:42] Kylie: Yayyyy, Pru

[19:42] Iliana Cerise: whoo hoo!

[19:42] Kylie: I spent the night there last year

[19:42] Gabrielle Riel: "Honey, have you not been paying attention to all the notices about this for the last month?"

[19:42] Pru: yes!

[19:42] ÅL? RÅ??N: Hurricane Gershwin

[19:42] Kylie: Pics to prove it!

[19:42] Scout MacLeod: oh ty pru!

[19:42] Pru: :)

[19:42] Eclectric Breitman: GERSHWIN!

[19:42] Gabrielle Riel: I am sure I will get at least one IM this year

[19:42] Iliana Cerise: lol Ali

[19:42] Gabrielle Riel: "whaaaat is this?"

[19:42] Kylie: well, share with us "oldbies"

[19:43] Alas Sturges: Hurricane Greta Garbo

[19:43] Princess Selena is truly surprised that Mr B didnt say Ger-shwing

[19:43] Kylie: so we can laugh too

[19:43] ÅL? RÅ??N: boy

[19:43] Gabrielle Riel: Hurricane God Damned Duchess of Carntaigh

[19:43] Eclectric Breitman: Hurricane Gustav

[19:43] Kylie: Starts with a G

[19:43] Eclectric Breitman: Hurricane Gudanov

[19:43] Gabrielle Riel giggles....Hurricane Gilbert

[19:43] Gabrielle Riel grins at Selena

[19:43] Princess Selena: Gatsby

[19:44] Iliana Cerise: Gustav! That is the hurricane I moost hav!

[19:44] ÅL? RÅ??N: I like Gatsby

[19:44] Iliana Cerise: Guillermo

[19:44] Gabrielle Riel: There are a few G names I could use that would have ALL sorts of meaning!

[19:44] Eclectric Breitman: GATSBY! GATSBY!

[19:44] Kylie: I don't know why but G-string keeps popping into my head.

[19:44] Princess Selena: \o/

[19:44] Iliana Cerise: winks at Gabi...

[19:44] Pru: Galileo

[19:45] Pru: Figaro

[19:45] Princess Selena starts singing

[19:45] Pru: hahaha

[19:45] Princess Selena: :D

[19:45] Gabrielle Riel: It's 1917, we are in the process of becoming The Lost Generation, but we are not there yet, so no Gatsby  ;-)

[19:45] Iliana Cerise: A destructive force that arrives and leaves?  Who might that be?

At this point the chat veered into RL info that I (Gabrielle) do not want to include in this transcript.

[19:49] Gabrielle Riel: Let me say this - official tea end here!