#This started as a joke between me and my friends but i got attatched to him and made him real

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Guys look at my precious baby P-Dawg he’s my little boy

[kalims]

⭒ㅤnot gonna lie !

premise. pov prefect opens a ngl, except! the story they shared it from can only be viewed... by one person!

characters. first years

ace

not gonna lie ! smash tbh

unironically pretends that he never sent one when you start bombarding him.

uniquewhere: i didn't even see ur story

shrimp: [attatchment]

uniquewhere: i have no wifi to see that sorry not sorry

vehement denial is actually the most effective defense according to him. even if it bypasses all forms of realism, it's not real if he doesn't believe it to be! <- real life advice from ace trappola guys.

if you haven’t already guessed, he can indeed see the picture you just sent and just assumes his very first form of defense… no amount of proof will remove him from his little ball of: “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you gotta prepare some kind of miscrosoft presentation, and sit him down. though he will 100% do that thing where he plugs his ears in with his fingers pretending he doesn’t hear anything even though it doesn’t block out you reading out the words.

“here is the real, actual screenshot of my replies—”

“I NEVER EVEN SAW YOUR STORY.”

“ah, good! next slide after this is the views of the story!”

deuce

not gonna lie ! i like you

very demure, very straight to the point is deuce.

he would've written some long ass paragraph in all honesty but he just can't because he sees what he writes, deletes it, then cringes to himself.

atleast with that one he has the excuse for whichever scenario that might randomly ask about it.. (yes, he's thinking that far) weird flex but ok

1. "you ever confessed to your crush?" someone asking

2. "yeah sorta....." deuce

3. "???" someone confused

he was feeling reaaallyyy proud of himself. the anxiousness finally settles down, alongside with his rapidly beating heart. even if it isn't a real, confession it still brings him a bit of peace.

shrimp: I know what you did

tokyodefenders: WHAT?

there goes his heart rate.

like, you did not offer context to any of that but he's still gonna think you somehow, actually do know even if you didn't provide an explanation to... whatever it is you know about him!

tokyodefenders: whaTEVER IT IS IS NKT TRUE

shrimp: please, ur breaking my heart

shrimp: I like u too :(

heart? ascended

he's not even gonna question it. all his braincells got dumped out, and all he can focus on is that particular message. he isn't even gonna remember backtracking about the ngl cause he's gonna be like:

how did they hack my keyboard.. are they tracking it?! LOL

"I'm a mastermind,"

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!" <- deuce, scared for his life.

jack

not gonna lie ! stop getting into trouble. I'm not always there to pull you out

is concerned with how many times you've managed to unknowingly walk into trouble, jack had been lucky enough (yes, him. not you, cause knowing you, you wouldn't be too phased) to be a near constant presence when the shenanigans during the tournament concluded, he stuck to you then.

as in reluctantly following around you like a tail. narrowing his eyes at the less than friendly faces often wore around you, that you were... well, amazingly oblivious to. or maybe you acted like you didn't know, the carriage didn't pick you up for nothing if you were here in nrc.

shrimp: do u rlly think I'm a troublemaker?

iheldheroncejacob: yes

the random topic being brought up went completely over his head. jack probably had forgotten he'd given the link to your story the time of your day, in all honesty

shrimp: well maybe I keep getting in trouble so u can rush in, and pull me out?

iheldheroncejacob: you're a terrible friend then

shrimp: :(

in retrospect jack is able to keep up with joking around, usually. but it's so hard to take you seriously that he takes whatever you say with a grain of salt, you're almost always tipping between flat sarcasm, or calm nonchalance between your words. it almost always has something to do with the people you're with.

the heartslabyul prefect for example, you take a kind, subtle undertone of teasing to (which is crazy, because you're scarily tame in the presence of the vice-dorm head.) and then you're all stony faced when you're with someone you don't like.

^ and you obviously don't dislike jack, if the little selfish, presumptuous nrc part of him would like to claim confidently so... would you really be joking?

only does jack realize the connection between your text, and the ask he sent when he's just finished his laps.

"I'm not your guard dog! why would you even get in trouble for that, next time I'm not even gonna spare you the time cause—"

"what a pee brain."

"what? don't compare my brain to a tiny pee—"

epel

not gonna lie ! CAN I PLS TRANSFER TO RAMSHACKLE AHHHH

you've never met anyone who's disliked being sorted into whatever the dark mirror fitted their 'soul' into as much as epel.

even without the private story only limited to his response, you're sure you could pick out his message and put a face to it.

epel, in his defense, still has savanaclaw as number one in his heart. though upon asking jack if it was possible to transfer there, the latter confirmed but it was... a tedious process, and suggested asking rook, who literally came from savanaclaw!

the boy only spared his friend a side glance before scurrying away. no use traipsing around that...

but of course, getting away from pomefiore is only a goal! always being near your proximity was a biiiiig bonus!

shrimp: hey I need ur files for the dorm transfer

catchwhathands: [escapeplan.jpg]

catchwhathands: I knew u wanted me in ur dorm!!

shrimp: actually I don't. ur the one that asked ;)

catchwhathands: who cares. I'm finally getting out of this hell YEAHHHH!!

shrimp: who said I was gonna use the files you sent?

okay, admittedly the moment he'd sent over the files, epel shut his phone, and quite literally did a victory lap around his room. making sure to frolic so vil has less chances of hearing his chaos...

the dorm leader woke up so easily from noises that you'd think rook was the reason he developed such a habit.

probably.

epel was already planning the plan! he could see the vision! maybe he could plant around ramshackle since it is a pretty big area. you guys would be together for the remainder of the year—and he'd finally bump the adeuce duo from their pedestal!

*ping*

"AGHHHHH STUPID FRIGGIN'—"

"epel!"

"sorry..."

sebek

not gonna lie ! since it is a request for unbridled honesty, I shall deliver what you've requested. you have done so without much thought, clearly! if you've given such leeway for... criticism! you, human, could use a lot more educating in terms of the glory of our eternal lord, the glorious malleus! in accordance to your previous, description of our relationship. the farthest I can give is acquaintance, but I shall only call you a companion (AKA friend) if you are atleast educated about my interests! as the good companion you desire to be!

woo, alright. he really wrote all that...

oh, uh oh.. you just got another ask from him, maybe even longer..?

shrimp: what would that make silver then

rizzvolt: my brother in arms!

shrimp: but hey, actually I do want to know

rizzvolt: ah! finally! I knew you atleast have some common decency, and sense. for that I shall agree for your request in our friendship! these are the most accurate ones pertaining the great lord malleus' biography! [link] [link] [link]

rizzvolt: is that enough? I will send you more, but only if you finish these three. I will test you rigorously to confirm that you are indeed genuine in your interest!

why he has all that, you have no idea.. if only he displayed that much dedication for his studies...

shrimp: I don't wanna learn about malleus

shrimp: I want to learn about you

rizzley: how dare you! the lord's name should only be addressed with a: 'lord', 'the great', 'the

...

sebek stares at his screen, just in the process of finishing his... educating sentence, because even in text, malleus should only be treated with the highest form of respect!

have you no integrity?! he wonders.

only then does he focus on your response, does he make a rather... dubious sound of shock? sebek doesn't know why he breaks into a cold sweat as he runs the sentence through his mind a hundred times in the span of a minute.

what is this... some sort of human illness? or maybe love—

of course he'd never even consider such a thing! (just did bro)

shrimp: sooo.. since you sent me an ask, does that mean you actually like me?

shrimp: sebeeeeekk.. did you actually read?

with the speed of lightning (and the adrenaline maybe, what else could this frantic pounding of his chest explain besides that you are indeed, dangerous!) he opens the story on your media

'send me an ask if you like meeee :)'

sebek promptly falls over.

[artsangell]

YUCK!

"Yuck, now you got me blushin'

Cheeks so red when the blood starts rushing

Yuck, that boy's so mushy

Sending me flowers, I'm just tryna get lucky"

(Loosely inspired by yuck, by Charli xcx)

Includes: Friends w benefits, smut(mdni), fluff, pining,idiots in love, hint of angst, slight Dom Art if you squint.

You're not exactly sure how it all even started. The routine you guys set up feels so natural, it's almost as if you guys were always meant be attatched to one another. To make the other person feel wanted and needed. Art is lying next to you right now, fast asleep with his blond curls mashed up against his pillow. You watch him for a bit, I mean it's so fucking hard not to, he's just so pretty. You're both naked. Though he's entirely stolen the cover from you in his sleep (not that you mind much). You watch his chest rise and fall for a few more moments before you decide to get up.

You get dressed and clean your face up a bit, when you return to the room Art’s has an arm over his eyes. He grumbles at the light surrounding the room, shifting for a moment before he removes his arm from his eyes. Pretty blue eyes watching you he says,

“ you sure you don't wanna stay the night? My bed has enough room. Promise.” It’s a struggle not to laugh at how groggy he sounds, it's also a struggle when you think about how you wish you could hear it every morning. the look he's giving you makes something inside you stir. It makes the idea of laying back in bed with him incredibly tempting.

“Yeah? I'm not sure about all that Art.” A laugh escapes you as you speak. “You have a twin. you barely even fit in your bed.” A chuckle that makes your chest ache leaves him, he sighs and looks at you like you're something special. like you're made of gold.

“You sure you don't want me to walk you back to your dorm? It's getting kinda late.” That puts a smile on your face, you lean forward to pat his cheek in mock affection. He melts into your touch, your hand stays there as you speak to him.

“I'm a big girl, but thanks. sleep tight Arthur.” A giggle, a high sound that makes you cringe leaves you at the look on his face.

An annoyed groan leaves him, “nevermind leave. You're evil.” The way he says it is unconvincing, it makes you feel fuzzy all over.

“Oh wow you weren't joking”

“Shut up.” you grumble.

Mostly annoyed, but a bit embarrassed.

You had invited Art over to your dorm so he could help you study, but it feels like all the information is going in one ear and out the other.

“Sorry, it's just you're like the smartest person I know. How am I of all people doing better than you.”

A frown etches on your face, college has been a bit hard on you. There's so much to do and rarely enough time, and when you do have time you just can't seem to focus. It feels like everyone knows how to manage everything, but you just can't seem to grasp how to even do slightly better than average. You know it's not true. You know college is tough at first for everyone and blah blah blah, But it's hard to feel like everyone goes through what you're going through, when you're adjusting to it worse than any of your friends are.

It feels as if Art can read your mind or something. You almost immediately see a crease between his brows, a look he gives you when he feels bad for you. When he wants to make it all better.You hate how it makes you chest ache. “How about we make this into a game?” His voice is soft in a way that makes your insides twist.

“A game?” You tilt your head to the side in confusion, trying to figure out what exactly he's up to.

“Yeah, like if you get this next question right-” at that he slides a hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb on the expanse of your upper thigh. “I’ll help you out. Would you be okay with that?” He looks into your eyes as he asks, you can't help but stare at the bit of brown he has in the left one. So pretty. You blink and you know you've been caught when you see a hint of a lopsided grin on his face.

“Yeah- yeah, I'd be okay with that.” you hate how shaky your voice is, it's not like you at all, but he just has a quality that brings it out of you.

“Good.”Art gives you a soft smile and lightly pats your thigh and it makes you want to scream.

“Ok. So what's the difference between descriptive and inferential statistics?” A frown appears on your face, you can't remember the answer.

“Um.. I don't know?” Art pinches your thigh at that, not hard enough to hurt but to correct you. It makes you let out a Soft gasp, you can't help but be a little turned on by it.(he doesn't need to know that.)

“That's not an answer. You know this come on, stop second guessing yourself. This is a really easy question you're overthinking.”

You take a breath in and try to think about what you've gone over , “descriptive gives a summary of the dataset and inferential is based on making predictions from a random sample.”

Art grins at you and shakes your shoulders playfully. “Good job! You got it right!” You can't help the laugh that escapes you, he grabs your face and plants kisses All over it. The attention only making you laugh more. “Knew. you. could. do. it.” Each word punctuated by a kiss, this time on your lips.

“Thought you were gonna reward me” it's basically a whine, you run a hand through his hair like it’ll get him to touch you faster, it will.

“Patience.” he laughs and slides to his knees beside you, clearly not being very patient himself. Art turns you in your swivel chair in his direction, he slowly glides his hands from your thighs to your hips. Quickly the blond before you glides your shorts and panties down. with the help of you lifting your hips for him. Slow kisses are pressed against your thighs, he's holding your upper thigh so you can stay still for him. Art makes sure to take extra time kissing the inside of your thighs, knowing it'll be torture for you. He peppers kisses there until you start to squirm. Finally he licks a stripe along your slit, he moans into you. Like he gets off on the taste alone.

“Taste so fucking good” the vibration of his words compels you to put your hand on top of his head, he immeaditly takes your hand off the top of his head to link his fingers with yours. A few more damn near torturous licks and you can't take it anymore. you need more so you tell him so, just like he taught you to.

“Art, please. Go faster.” You're out of breath, it's clear you can barely get those words out.

Art looks up at you and grins, pulling away from your cunt to do so. “Aww she does have manners, who would've thought.” It's like a switch flips when he touches you,he can't help but tease you a bit. Before you can rebuttal he dives back into you, sucking your clit with dedication to make you cum all over him. Its like he fucking craves it, well you can tell he does by the bulge in his jeans.

You cry out at the sensation. “Fuck- thank you, thank you, thank you.” Art squeezes your hand, he continues sloppily fucking you with his tounge. Your hips are already shaking, everything combined with the way he messily kisses your cunt makes you buck your hips into his face. Moans from the both of are filling the air.

Art’s tongue is merciless and all you can do is moan and whine and take what he gives to you.

“Shit, Art. I'm close please” you sound so whiny, in a way that would embarrass you if were in your right mind.

Wordlessly art sucks your clit with vigor, he gives your hand another squeeze, as if to calm you. You start to spasm around his tongue, body tense, legs shaking.

“Fuck.” you're breath hitches as you cum all over his face, letting out one last loud moan.

Art sits up on his knees to kiss you, you can taste yourself on him.

“You're so perfect.”

those words make you feel things you don’t that you should be, they make you think about how he'd never want to be with you outside of just sex. Its purely biological, he can't fully mean it when he says shit like that.

You pull away from him, his eyes are half lidded and his mouth slightly agape. You Standup abruptly. His eyes follow you in confusion, he's not quite sure what just happend.

“I’m sorry you should probably leave, thanks for… this.” You chew the inside of your lip.

Your words are awkward as they escape you, he knows you're clearly upset by something.

Art gets a furrow between his brows again and you can't help but want to kiss it away.

“You okay? I didn't do anything wrong did I?”

You quickly shake your head, “no, that was perfect. this was perfect,I just need to go do something.” Clearly lying through your teeth but he doesn't push any further.

Wide concerned eyes stare up at you, Art stands from his position on his knees using the arms of the seat as leverage. He’s in front of you now, giving your shoulder a squeeze as he leaves the room with a soft ‘goodbye’.

Suddenly, you don't think you can handle it. Pretending that having sex with him doesn't change how you feel about him in any way. When it does,

you wish things could go back the way that they were before.

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

I’ve lost to temptation so here it is

My interpretation of magolor lets fucking go

So first section: How this bitch works

So Magolor is from Halcandria, a planet who’s core is essentially magic. There’s so much magic on this single planet that it leaked into the life and even some objects that could contain it. Magolor is no exception. Magic energy is essentially stored in a second heart (tho it’s more of a container than a heart), and runs through the body very similar to blood. It’s created and flows through his body, and allows for things like his eye glow, floating, and obviously powers. When he’s asleep, it regenerates. If there’s already enough magic energy while he’s asleep, it disposes of the old magic mostly by floating in sleep or by more severe means like insomnia aka magical overdose (which I’ve gone over before).

Next, is the glowing eyes!! Why he have that, I’ll tell ya. It makes it easier to detect other halcandrians as well as make it easier to detect light such as fire. Which is very useful when you need to look through ashy clouds and make sure a giant rock isn’t about to slam into you from above. It’s also a way to show the health of a halcandrian. Though the eyes glow yellow, they have a brown color very similar to their fur. If they’re sick or very unhealthy, they lose their glow and it slowly reverts to the brown color.

As a side effect of the master crown though, Magolor’s magic energy got boosted by the crown so he didn’t just die instantly by overwhelming power. It sounds like a good thing on paper, having so much energy to the point where he can fight non stop without getting tired magically, but magic overdose due to him not being able to deplete enough of it fast enough is a bitch. He gets sick a lot easier, bad insomnia, as well as occasionally using magic without realizing. So this clears out how he works and shit!! Now onto...

Before RTDL

So before RTDL Magolor had little social skills or experience with interacting with other people that wasnt lying to them to get them to do stuff. It was just how Halcandria worked. People kept to themselves and if you needed help you��d have to twist the truth in order to convince them. Relationships of any kind are very rare in Halcandria as well.

So when he met Marx, it was weird. He originally planned to let him stay until he got better and told him about why he was found in a Nova’s wreckage, so he could hopefully get Marx to lead him to something else he could use to defeat Landia. It didn’t go as planned. Marx was an unpredictable dude who immeadiatly fell for Magolor (but mags didn’t notice cause he’s never experienced someone else crushing or a crush) and due to that Marx spent a lot of time with Magolor during recovery and grew on him. He also ended up showing Magolor what friendship was, and honestly: magolor liked it. He liked having someone around. It was a nice change, and it was nice to have someone around to help (and rarely give him affection). So, Magolor wanted Marx to rule the universe with him once he killed Landia. He didn’t want Marx to leave. Though things started going downhill when an accident happened one time while exploring and Magolor was distracted, leaving to Marx having to use Nova’s power to make sure Magolor was safe.

And Magolor was fascinated, and god he was excited. He pried Marx for questions about his wings, constantly stared at them when they were out, and started talking about if he and Marx used their combined powers they could finally kill Landia and get what they want. But Marx didn’t want to. His want for power by then left, and he knew the consequences. He was happy just hanging out with Mags, and didn’t want to risk his life fighting a dragon with a crown of infinite power. But Magolor, despite liking the change of company, was used to being a loner and believed he could do it again since he’s halcandrian. He said Marx could leave if he didn’t want to, and that was when Marx started to see just how desperate Magolor was for the Master Crown. It was all too similar to his own desperation with Nova, and all words were useless and failed to change Magolor’s mind. So Marx left, and Magolor continued. He felt a little bad (and lonely) but pushed it down and decided no turning back and opted to modifying the Starcutter more like a weapon and attacking Landia that way, but failing.

Though he had a backup plan, thanks to Marx. Which brings me to..

The Betrayal

So this is RTDL time, before the betrayal. His back up plan was going to the pink hero Marx ranted about and using them to get the crown. After all, if they could defeat someone with the gift of Nova’s power, they could defeat a wyvern with a crown. They landed, and Magolor met everyone, but he couldn’t stop thinking about a certain someone. Chilly, who volunteered to stay with him while the others collected the spheres and parts (tho it was because he was suspicious). Mags didn’t know this, and assumed he was being nice. So the second person who (he thought) was being friendly with him enough to stay with him, and fill that hole Marx accdientally left by leaving him. He couldn’t not get attatched. He became REALLY REALLY clingy, and did as much as he could to keep himself focused as well as make sure they were friends. It backfired, making Chilly agitated most of the time, but it also semi worked later on. Most of his time between the betrayal and his crash landing was spent monitoring everyone’s progress, and trying to get Chilly to like him so he could do what he had to do during the betrayal.

Now during the betrayal! The closer he got to achieving the crown again, the more desperate and ooc he got. By the time he was at Halcandria, there’d be no way to talk him out of it, since he was THIS close. But there was still one thing wrong that he assumed the crown would fix: he couldn’t go back to being alone. He assumed he would adjust, since that’s how it’s been for his whole life. But now, that he’s actually had two people really close to him (and one leave) that showed him affection and didn’t only use him like in Halcandria, he didn’t want to go back to being alone. He couldn’t. But he came too far to turn back, and continued anyway (not like he ever changed his mind, but he did have moments of doubt). He told Chilly to stay in the Starcutter, wanting to keep him safe, which obviously didn’t go well for him when Chilly responded with freezing the ship from the inside to stop Magolor from using it in its attacks.

And of course, when Magolor sees this, he has a moment of “oh shit I can’t let him do this. I can’t lose someone else.” And tries to convince Chilly to join him. He talks about the two of them ruling and even giving Chilly Popstar to rule. He means it. He wants someone with him, somebody that he genuinely loves and treats him like a friend. He assumed that if he didn’t force Chilly into working with him like Marx, he would join in the end. And like any person with common sense, Chilly denies, loyal to Kirby and Popstar. THIS was the moment Magolor became truly desperate, he tries to convince Chilly to join him but he can barely get any words other than “but you were only friend” out while crying (in the middle of battle lol). Kirby and everyone take this chance to attack, while Magolor is just kind of broken. He fucked up again.

And he’ll be alone.

He has one thing left now, and that’s the power to rule the universe.

And he’s desperate to have this one thing go right for him, and he uses the remaining power of the Master Crown... which brings me to the next topic!

The Master Crown

Full section for the master crown let’s go. It gets its dark power from a leader/creator of dark matter (think 0), and is sentient. It only knows to shroud the world in darkness, and will do whatever it takes to get it. It’s powers are held at bay by Landia, who is Halcandria’s guardian and can resist its powers due to being a magic guardian. Magolor however, isn’t a magic guardian, and can’t resist. To him, it’s a shiny piece of jewelry that’ll make him strong so things can finally go his way.

The way it works is by drawing people in, like a venus fly trap. It just amplify people’s interest in it, as well as bring out the more negative traits about them that makes them easier to control. The most common traits is desperation, impulsiveness, frustration, and determination. And once the crown is on their head, it locks on and is irremovable and works like a parasite, basically completely erasing whoever put it on and molding them to the perfect puppet. Magolor essentially just sped up the process completely by using the last of its power in a desperate attempt to get what he wanted.

After the Betrayal

Magolor, after the betrayal, is left just floating around Another Dimension. He’s exhausted, in a lot of pain, and completely magically drained. He couldn’t even float if he tried, and that uses the bare minimum of magic. He’s stuck here for a long time, and at first, he’s extremely frustrated and upset. He spends a lot of time replaying the events in his head (not magolor soul, he has no memories of that aside from snippets that come into his dreams that are partially due to the master crown’s lasting effect) and just getting more and more angry at everything. He was so close to having control over EVERYTHING, and he lost it over himself the second he used the rest of the power. He was infuriated that he manged to let that stupid puffball beat him, along with their friends.

He cries, screams, shouts, but it doesn’t matter. Rage can only last so long, and it’s not much before he’s just exhausted and tired. He’s given up on escaping, knowing he can’t. He cant form a dimensional portal strong enough to pull him out of a dimension. He only has the skill to use it for teleportation. After a few days, he’s accepted what happened, that this is his fate. He hates being alone, floating in space with no silly jester to crack a joke or scratch his head, and no snowman who’s bell jingled with an adorable tune whenever he laughed and even gave him hugs. He ends up getting habits of scratching his head (despite the pain because of master crown injuries) and hugging himself as a way to fill that hole the two left when leaving. He misses them, and starts to regret going after the crown in the first place. He comes up with scenarios in his head to pass the time as he basically waits for himself to rot. He imagines apologizing and having his friends back. He imagines Marx somehow finding him similar to how Magolor found him. He imagines not being alone, and being happy. Not plagued by agonizing exhaustion and self fury. He even comes to miss Kirby and their friend one he actually realizes the kindness they showed him, since he was too focused before to realize.

He spends a few days in the hell dimension before he finds something. He ends up finding an energy sphere that floats past that was lost during the battle. He grabs and clings to it, now having only one thing from before. It doesn’t make the loneliness any better, but it does make things a little less bareable. But of course, energy spheres are a sphere doomer’s favorite snack, and it doesn’t take long before one comes along really wanting it.

Magolor at first, pushes it away desperate to keep this one thing he had before, and the sphere doomer keeps coming back desperately wanting its food. Eventually, Magolor and the sphere doomer form a slight bond since this was when Magolor started slowly regaining magic again and tries attacking it with his revolution orbs, but it’s just a treat for the sphere doomer. The sphere doomer keeps coming back for more treats and another attempt at a snack, and Magolor feels a little less lonely. Over time, he actually gains enough of its trust to pet it and even talks to it. He names her Lor II.

Lor II is the reason he gets out of Another Dimension and back to Halcandria, via opening a rift. Lor II basically gives Magolor a second chance to make things right, and he immeadiatly takes it. Of course, he has to steal the Starcutter to do it, but he makes his way to Popstar to apologize, because he REALLY regrets his major fuck up and at the very least, he can make things better (and maybe get a chance at being less lonely).

So that’s all I got lmao hope you enjoyed

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars CXVIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: You guys have no idea how attatched I am to this fanfic idk what I’ll do once it’s over omg -Danny

Words: 2,506

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Chapter Sixteen: The Agreement.

Mel felt the cloak fall off her and Harry tried to move, but Hermione held to his wrist.

"Not yet! She might not be gone yet."

"She's goin' back ter the castle," Hagrid replied, peering through the window. "Blimey... inspectin' people, is she?"

"Yeah, Trelawney's on probation already..."

"'Mountain's scenery'," Mel scoffed. "That old cow, I wish I could put her in her place..."

"Me too," Harry sulked.

"Um... what sort of thing are you planning to do with us in class, Hagrid?" Hermione inquired anxiously.

"Oh, don' you worry abou' that, I've got a great load o' lessons planned! I've bin keepin' a couple o' creatures saved fer yer O.W.L. year, you wait, they're somethin' really special."

"Erm... special in what way?"

"I'm not sayin'. I don' want ter spoil the surprise."

"Look, Hagrid," Hermione said tensely, "Professor Umbridge won't be at all happy if you bring anything to class that's too dangerous —"

"Dangerous? Don' be silly, I wouldn' give yeh anythin' dangerous! I mean, all righ', they can look after themselves —"

"Hagrid, you've got to pass Umbridge's inspection, and to do that it would really be better if she saw you teaching us how to look after porlocks, how to tell the difference between knarls and hedgehogs, stuff like that!"

"But tha's not very interestin', Hermione. The stuff I've got's much more impressive, I've bin bringin' 'em on fer years, I reckon I've got the on'y domestic herd in Britain —"

"What now?" Mel asked in fear.

"Hagrid... please... Umbridge is looking for any excuse to get rid of teachers she thinks are too close to Dumbledore. Please, Hagrid, teach us something dull that's bound to come up in our O.W.L..."

"Lis'en, it's bin a long day an' it's late," He said tiredly patting Hermione on the shoulder. "Oh — sorry —" He stopped when he noticed he was forcing her to almost kneel. "Look, don' you go worryin' abou' me, I promise yeh I've got really good stuff planned fer yer lessons now I'm back... Now you lot had better get back up to the castle, an' don' forget ter wipe yer footprints out behind yeh!"

As they made their way back, Ron spoke.

"I dunno if you got through to him, 'Mione..."

"Then I'll go back again tomorrow," said Hermione determinedly, then looked at Mel. "You with me. We'll plan his lessons for him if we have to. I don't care if she throws out Trelawney but she's not taking Hagrid!"

"I agree with you," Mel sighed. "I guess I could help you by keeping Umbridge busy with other stuff."

"Like what?" Ron raised a brow.

"Maybe it's time I take your brothers' offer..." She said quietly.

Fred caught up with her before breakfast that Sunday.

"Hi," She said awkwardly. It was her first time talking to him after the Quidditch match. "What's up?"

"I just..." Fred started, "we never set a time for our... you know?"

"Oh," She grimaced, looking around the Great Hall. "Right."

"Is it okay if we have it today?"

"Right now?"

"After breakfast?" He shrugged.

"Okay?"

Fred wasn't doing anything that could be taken as inappropriate but he was, however, sitting far from his twin and Lee Jordan, which was extremely rare. No one had tried to sit on the empty place next to her, which let her know people was definitely avoiding them.

"Fred?"

"Hmm?" He replied chewing.

"Does everyone know what we did?"

Fred snorted, swallowing his food and smirking.

"Was it supposed to be secret? Sorry lady, but if you kiss someone in the middle of the Quidditch field, people will see you."

"Not always though," She mumbled.

"What?"

"I don't understand why are they being so weird!" Mel frowned. "It was just a stupid kiss! We didn't turn into aliens or anything..."

"What's an alien?"

"Nevermind that," She pushed her plate away. "I've lost my appetite..."

"That's unlike you," Fred raised a brow. "You're sure you're okay hanging out after this? If you're not feeling well–"

"It's not that," She said. "I just... I don't like it when they stare at me like that."

"If it makes you feel better, they're all staring at me. They hate me."

"Pfft–" Mel snorted. "How could anyone hate you?"

"It's true!" He said. "They hate me because you kissed me, you didn't choose them."

"What a terrible loss that must be!" Mel said dramatically. "All those broken hearts!"

"Half the school hates you too," Fred added teasingly.

"I know that," Mel smirked. "But what's the reason now?"

"Because you snatched me away from them!" It was Fred's turn to be dramatic. "I had thousands of options but you've stolen my first kiss! Now I belong to you, I can't do anything about it."

"That wasn't your first kiss!" Mel exclaimed.

"It was, I swear!" Then he added cheekily. "It was my first as much as it was yours."

Mel's eyes widened in horror. "Who told you?!"

"Blimey, no one!" Fred's mouth fell open. "I was joking!"

That made her face turn redder.

"Fred!"

"Please, tell me you didn't kiss Flint–"

"I'd never kiss—!" Mel stopped, people were starting to stare more intently now. She continued in an angry whisper. "I didn't kiss Flint!"

"Ron?" Fred scrunched up his nose.

"Knock it off," She groaned.

"Harry?"

"..."

Fred frowned. "I have more questions..."

Mel stood up.

"Time's ticking, Weasley. You better use it wisely."

"You'll clear my doubts?"

"If they're all about Harry, then no," She glanced at him, trying to ignore the whispers as they walked past their classmates. "It would be weird to talk about him with..."

"With whom?" Fred smirked. "One kiss and you're planning our wedding? A bit forward if you ask me—"

"Oh, shut it," Mel rolled her eyes. "Don't you think it's weird?"

"I'm just trying to get to know you," He shrugged. "The romantic side of you– You know, if I'm going to take any part in it..."

"We'll see," She raised a brow. "You're allowed to step out of this if you want and so am I."

"Fine."

Fred continued to walk next to her with ease. He had a soft smile on his face, enjoying himself. Of course he would, he'd always liked the spotlight. Mel was having a more difficult time, this didn't feel like the attention she would get from her friends, this felt like cold analysis, they were measuring her and Fred, trying to form an opinion.

She felt a bitter nostalgia about the way things had unfolded with her and Harry a few months back, this was exactly what they'd managed to avoid, but she had messed up this time.

"So..." She started. "Tell me about your first kiss..."

Once he replied, Fred asked her about hers and she made him promised he wouldn't say a word to anyone, not even George. When Mel finished her story, Fred wasn't that surprised.

"Well, no one caught you kissing or anything," He tilted his head, "We could see there was something going on, but none of us felt the need to confirm it."

"As it should be. Some people are so nosy! Take Skeeter, she gets paid for making up rumours! This wouldn't happen if we could just mind our own business..."

"Life would be boring without a little bit of drama," He nudged her arm playfully.

They sat on a bench, right under one of the trees near the lake. It was cold but not freezing, and they were wearing their robes, so they would be fine for a while before the wind could become a problem.

"My turn again!" Fred said enthusiastically. "Why did you kiss me?"

For some reason, the question caught her off guard. She knew why she'd kissed him, but she didn't want to upset him. Ginny reacted badly when she'd thought Mel was using her brother, how was he going to react?

"I... uh..." Mel fumbled with the end of her scarf, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "You know I'm fickle..."

"Not as much as before! The only times you lose your temper now is when you talk to Harry. Which is weird, because—"

"I know, I know," She huffed exasperatedly. "Because I was always soft around him! Ugh! I know I had him as this knight in shining armour–"

"Knight?" Fred asked with a smirk.

"I won't fall for it again, all right?" Mel crossed her arms, feeling cornered. "I won't let him get to me this time."

Fred's smile faltered.

"Listen, I know you're not one to play with people's feelings," He scratched the back of his head. "That being said, right now it feels like you only kissed me to prove a point..."

"I do like you," She said, gazing at her shoes. "Not that way though... but I think you're funny and nice— Don't let it get over your head, but your flirting was really good too, even if you were joking..."

"I was joking at first, just to get a reaction from Ron's," Fred gave her a small smile. "But then you kissed me... I mean, I'm confused, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try..."

"It could," Mel sighed. "Whatever happened between Harry and me... Fred, I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Me neither," He admitted.

"This is a bad idea..." She reflected. "I don't think I'd make a good girlfriend right now."

Fred stayed quiet for a moment.

"How about we keep it casual?"

"What?"

"We don't have to call ourselves anything if we don't want to."

"What do you mean?" Mel frowned.

"Kind of like... well, you know Eddie Carmichael?"

"Yeah?"

"He has this thing with Lisa Turpin," He moved on his place to face her. "They don't date but... well, they do plenty of things without being exclusive."

"Fred," Mel bit her lip to avoid laughing. "You're asking for a 'friends-with-benefits' thing?"

"No!" He said, then added. "Yes? Well, you don't want to date me!"

"I said I'm not sure!"

"You're in love with Harry," He stated. "Don't deny it. I get it, you were snogging seven months ago—"

"We weren't snogging—"

"You're not someone that takes this lightly. I'm giving you a choice, Mel, if we insist on making things formal when you clearly don't want to be with me like that, things will get messy, but I still want to make you feel better. Going out and having lots of fun is a good way to heal."

"So you're taking one for the team and decided to be the one who shows me what I've been missing?" Mel joked.

"We must make sacrifices once in a while," He sighed. "It hurts me, giving up my virtue, but you're my friend and your wish is my command."

Mel snorted, nudging his side playfully.

"I'm pretty sure I'd heal even if you don't snog the grief out of my body..."

"You're talking nonsense already!" He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, Mel. I'll take care of you..."

He cupped her cheeks and kissed all over her face -but stayed far from her mouth- which caused her to laugh in a way she hadn't laughed in months.

"Okay! Okay, I get it!" Mel pushed him away. "We must set ground rules, though."

"How about... since you're still a lovesick mess for Potter, I'll try to keep him off your mind as often as I can, that way you can focus on other things."

"Like you?" She teased.

"Maybe," He smirked. "But also like the D.A.— You're a great teacher, lady. Your students can't have you moping over a boy."

"Okay, but you won't try to kiss me unless I say it's okay."

"Sounds a bit tough," Fred pouted. "You're a good kisser—"

"Also," She continued, speaking a bit louder. "If anyone asks, just say we're dating— even if it's not entirely true, it'll keep a few people away from me and that's wonderful, I don't want their company..."

"You mean Goldstein, don't you?"

"Merlin, the boy is so annoying," Mel murmured.

"You have to help my brother and me with our pranks and products," Before she could argue, he added, "my girlfriend would want to help me succeed! Others might find it strange if you don't spend time with me, they'll think you don't care!"

"They'd be right."

"That's no way to treat your future husband, Lady Dumbledore."

"Finally," She said, standing up and offering her hand to him. "No one can know about this agreement. If we start to date for real at some point... it's our business and our business only. Understood?"

"Yup!" He stood up, holding her hand with a pleased expression. "One last thing?"

"Yes?"

"You can put an end to this anytime," He said. "This is meant to be fun, so if you change your mind or it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me. I promise our friendship will remain intact."

"You can't promise that," Mel said quietly. "You can't know."

"Look at me— I swear it won't change."

She stared at him carefully.

"...We're just fooling around, right? It's nothing serious?"

"Just fooling around," He conceded. "And we can stop anytime you want, just say the word. I only do this for the same reason I asked you last year to the Yule ball. I think we could have a lot of fun."

"This is not the type of fun you were thinking of the first time, right?" She asked doubtfully. Fred laughed.

"Not at all!" He admitted. "But I don't mind this either..."

"Yeah," Mel looked down at their intertwined hands. "I don't mind it much either..."

Mel had to endure the whispering and glances towards her for the rest of the weekend and the entirety of Monday. Fred was having perhaps too much fun with it, and if he was present during the whispering, he would loudly flirt or mess with her.

She was torn between enjoying his attention and mortified at the fact that they were lying to their friends. Sure, they had an agreement, but ever since their talk, Mel had been very careful not to be seen alone with Fred, and she became really quiet about her private life even though all their friends were bombarding her with questions about her 'relationship'.

One thing that she wasn't expecting was Harry's reaction to the whole thing. Sure, she wasn't doing this to watch him throw a tantrum and yell at Fred about betrayal and all, and she couldn't be sure about him not being hurt, but overall, he was handling it with utter indifference.

He would talk to her and share notes while studying or preparing the classes for the D.A. but gone were the hours spent talking about nothing and everything from years prior. Harry was just another classmate.

The others thought that the sight of Mel without Harry was strange, but the pair were warming up to the idea. Truth be told, neither Harry nor her knew what it was to live in the other's shoes anymore.

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[prorevenge]

A stranger scammed me out of $300 online. I tracked him down, called his dad's work phone, and got my money back.

Long post, TL;DR below. Early last year I was deep in depression, spending the Spring in my room (I work in a seasonal industry which pays just enough to live on during the off months.)

All I did was play video games all day which led to me getting into game marketplace sites and planning on starting a side hustle selling in game items and accounts in MMos. I was brand new to the "industry" and didn't have contacts to learn from, so I just went for it and posted my first listing. I got a few hits back early and found an interested "buyer" (I'll refer to him later as C) who told me he was ready to purchase.

The way these transactions are supposed to go is this: A reputable middleman (There were several known MM in the community that I joined) takes in the product and the payment, verifies both, then distributes both ways after taking a cut for their services. This circumvents the "you first" prolem where you have to trust solely in the other guy to not scam you. -Well.. They impersonated a middleman well enough to fool me. I admit that it was 100% on me, I didn't know what I was doing. I just wanted to start selling so bad and I was glad to see quick hits on my first listing.

So, the "middleman" (To this day I don't know if there was a 3rd person acting as middleman or if it was C all along) takes the buyer's money, then the product which was a high ranked account in a popular competitve game. Suddenly, the MM says there was a problem with the payment and it needs to be redone.

At this point I know game's over and I just got scammed, but I went along with it as a sad parting gift to my first "sale." I message C and asked him how this was going to go. He told me he'll just direct paypal me the $300 now and apologized, which didn't make sense to me (you already scammed me, why haven't you blocked me yet?) I gave him my paypal email.

Conversation goes like this: C- "Sent." Me- "repeats my email same email correct?" C- "F%@& I sent it to the wrong email. I'll call paypal." Me- 3 minutes later "Are you going to send me $300 or no?" C- "I only had $450 in my paypal account, they should be able to refund me over the phone." Me- 5 minutes later "Okay. Progress?" C- "On the phone with them." Me 10 minutes of silence later- ":D" Then he goes offline. I call the MM several times but he's standoffish and won't pick up saying "something something privacy.. you arent giving me a reason to pick up the call." It's clear he's not being real with me.

I don't know what to do at this point as I've never encountered a sudden loss of hard work like that. I'm not a drinker at all but that night when faced with that emptiness while trying to get out of depression, I hit the bottle hard.

The next day I woke up naked on my bathroom floor in the pitch black and sheepishly checked my PC to see if it really happened. Without any hope at all I started googling this kid's two usernames that I knew of. I scanned the internet for every site that had an account with the same username that he used, but only found more scam reports (yep, I wasn't his first victim.) So I gave up.

A week later I came back and did it all over again, but this time I thought to check his discord profile to see if he had any other profiles linked to it (steam, twitch, etc.) and the genius did. I checked his steam profile and wrote down each of his past usernames that looked unique and wouldn't pull a million results.

After hours of scanning each one, I had his name, age (teenager,) city, email, skype, knew he went to chess tournaments as a kid, liked neopets, and found a youtube channel with his class project videos on it. It still wasn't enough though. All the information got me was another two contact methods, and I didn't want to start harassing him.

He ghosted me and emailing him wasn't going to change that. If I was going to get my money back, I needed to contact his parents and I knew this all along. In a last ditch effort I googled his emails again, found his google+ profile, and saw that he had a public photo library (which was discontinued by google very shortly after all this happened.) It had 1 picture. A perfect view of his house, from the street. Street number in view. After some searching without finding much I clicked "More info" on the picture and the the geo-tagged coordinates attatched to the picture appeared.

So now I have the address which I google along with the last name, which leads to me getting the first & last names of both parents. I pop that into trusty whitepages and have everything I need to spring my plan into action. While all this was going on I was updating my friend who lives in the same area as C. He asked if I wanted him to call since he had the same area code. It lined up perfectly so I agreed.

At this point I realize it's March 30th, just two days before April fools and C could probably play this off as some elaborate joke played by his friends so I call my friend off. It was so hard to wait, but we did and we waited long enough that it couldn't be looked at as a joke at all.

Two weeks later in a discord call I give my friend the green light and he calls phone #1. The cell. After a little ringing it cuts to voicemail and we decide to try phone #2, the work phone. This time the phone rang for significantly longer but also cut to voicemail and the message before the beep confirmed we had the right dad. My friend leaves a message saying "Hello Mr. ______, this is _ ______ with (marketplace name's) collection department. We currently have multiple fradulent activity cases open with your son C, totalling x thousands of dollars (I added up all the reports against him which were posted on the site and it totalled thousands, even talked to a couple people who he targeted.) At the moment we're reviewing the most recent case which involved a $300 transaction. If you could please, get back to us between 9am-10pm to resolve these cases. Thank you" All that was paraprased but that was his message.

He was very professional and seemed legit, and even though the dad might listen to it and ignore it we didn't think that was going to happen. It's worth noting that they live in a nice area of a nice state, so there was less of a chance that this would be a financial burden and the parents would likely just want to clear this up.

Two days later, while playing video games (yeah I had a problem.) I get a contact request notification. MY BOY C!

He tells me that he's a good person and he wants to give the account back. I check it and he played 10 games and lost each one which deranked and devalued the account (at this point I pretty much knew his parents were standing over his shoulder watching everything that was said. I could've even been speaking to them directly.) So I told him the account devalued, and I either want what he stole from me (the account at a higher rank) or I want $300. He told me he'll give me the account AND $300 (Parents coming through in the clutch!)

We went through a lot of hoops, trying paypal which he couldn't get to work, a few others and finally got google pay to work after troubleshooting stupid problems which I attriubted to him stalling. It was clear that they were scared of me since I got their info (and regularly called him by his first name throughout the convo as a power move lol) but I assured them I wasn't a bad person and told them to be extra safe of what you upload, especially if you're trying to scam people because when money is involved bad things can happen (playing into his parents who were surely reading it.) I explained the public Google+ upload of their clear to see geo-tagged house which I'm sure his they weren't happy about.

After he sent the money he asked for confirmation that I received it. I confirmed saying "YOU F** DID IT! SO PROUD OF YOU, C!" and he immediately went offline. I danced up and down the hallway and it was probably embarrasingly bad but I didn't care. I don't think the smile was gone from my face for an hour. It was a month long process and with the help of my friend the money was back. I haven't seen my friend in person since then, but when I do I owe him a top notch steak. He refused when I sent him $ online.

Instead of trying to resell the account and start back up in the marketplace I abandoned it all and went another way. I'm currently training for the military and in a much better place, but still have a long way to go.

A lot was left out of this story but it was a long one. I have screenshots of our conversations and I surely won't ever forget it.

TL;DR - I tried selling a video game account to see if I could make a new side hustle and got scammed since I was dumb, inexperienced and decided to trust the internet. I got scammed and took it hard but the scammer left too much of his info public and after a little bit of elbow grease I was able to obtain his & his parent's info and left his dad a voicemail. Two days later the scammer contacted me and gave me the money and the account back, apologizing. I learned from it.

(source) story by (/u/dstrezzd)

[unseelie-bitch]

Season 1 Episode 3: Heavy Mortal Hopes [Part One]

Oop flashback to baby Bloom

Whom the fuck is this random woman

Imma say it's either Stella's mother or NotFaragonda's evil sister

I want Aisha's dress DAMN

If Bloom and Stella are half sisters I will lose my fucking mind

Why are Sword Dad's eyes still scary

Can Riven please stop making objectifying comments about women? Like, please. I'm so uncomfortable

NotFaragonda's lil BOOP on FakeMusa's head was acc really soft

Aisha and Bloom clearly hate each other stop trying to claim they're friends

Is NotFaragonda an air fairy?? Because she's now also done mind and water stuff but she ALSO said they could learn other elements and... this is such bad worldbuilding

"Cringy first years" whom the FUCK is Beatrix

Assuming she was taught magic elsewhere

"See what the vibe is" Terra trying to be cool PHYSICALLY pains me

You know what would really help with body positivity? If they didn't write their ONE diverse body type as super insecure about her looks. Just a thought

Oh my god can someone please heal Sword Dad I'm so attatched to him

Sky looks like a kicked puppy I'm so upset

If Aisha could get her own plot that'd be great

Oh of COURSE Terra is the only one hopeless with makeup. Because how could the fat one POSSIBLY be feminine? They tried so hard to be inclusive and MISSED AT EVERY TURN

Stella Vs Riven is a fight I'm here for. Who's character was ruined more? Who's to say

All these Specialists ready to protect Sword Dad at any cost is iconic

LOVE that Sword Dad started the rager parties

I think it's very telling that in a show that was supposed to be about female friendships, the two best written characters are Sky and Sliva (yes I know his actual name but I'm still going to call him Sword Dad). Also the only relationship that actually comes across how it's supposed to is the father/son dynamic between them. This man is SUCH an awful writer (among other, worse things I could say about him)

Please stop making Terra the joke. I'm begging you, the second hand embaressment is killing me

I just think Sky deserves someone who'll listen to him without an ulterior motive or aggressive 'joke'

Sky, I understand you're in an enotional state right now, but after making such a point of telling Stella - the girl you just got back together with - you weren't drinking tonight, maybe going drinking with Bloom in the next scene ISN'T the best idea

While I love the comedy of Riven getting drinks chucked on him, how the fuck does drunk!Bloom have more control over her magic than Aisha??? Shitty writing lads

Oop backstory on "Ricky"

Okay Stella better have not blinded her friend deliberatly (t'would make more sense if she hadn't, but I don't trust the writing) but also... why the fuck would anyone believe she would DELIBERATELY BLIND her best friend for joke-flirting with her boyfriend??????? Even if it was accidental, that would still have had to send her into enough of a rage that she lose control and honestly what the fuck??? Has this man ever met a woman? Because all the girls I know would die for their closest friends. Fuck off

Oop shady dungeon

Oh damn did Bloom find the mysterious woman?

I'm so dumb it's Rosalind isn't it

"Sorry, getting a really strong read of social anxiety" can they actually fuck off with Terra being bad at having friends. They really think they were being inclusive by writing a character that just reinforces all the negative stereotypes? What. The. Fuck.

Love that Sam just noped out of that situation

Stop blowing smoke into her mouth. Please. Stop. If you wanted a femme-fatale, cast her the same age as the other actors. Either they're all underage or they're all 18+. Stop having this child in uncomfortable scenes with adult men.

Riven needs to STOP objectifying women

Oh and men. He is just... so predatory. Stop making bisexuals (especially men) predators. I've said it before and I'll say it again: fuck off

Stella confirming the Ricky situation is being mis-reported but she doesn't want the truth getting out so... she lost control

Genuinely can't tell if they're trying to make Stella sympathetic or not

[antarestyl]

Grillby’s

My contribution to the “Where is Grillby?” thing. Just a short fic. Enjoy! :D

AO3 link

„Sooo... you sure you got everything?“ asked Sans as he eyed Grillby packing his small suitcase into his car. “Forgot nothing?”

“... I have everything important.” answered Grillby softly while closing his car. He came around to Sans one more time, a smile under his flickering flames. “You will be alright here?”

Sans shrugged, putting his hands into the pockets of his hoody. “Eh, I'll be alright.” he chuckled, closing his left eye in a wink. “I've done something similar before at my old place.”

“You said you worked as a scientist...”

“I worked WITH a scientist.” corrected Sans, winking again. “And sold hotdogs to get some money in.”

Grillby nodded slowly. Selling Hotdogs and managing a whole store are different things of course but he trusted Sans to do the right things.

“Thank you again... for doing this on such a short notice...”

“Ah, no problem, Grillby.” Sans said slowly, smiling at the flame. “I was planning on moving here anyway. Your request just gave me the kick in the tailbone I needed to get going. Papyrus will love it here too. We'll be fine. You just go and get to your family. Say hi to your mom for me, okay?”

Grillby chuckled again and pulled Sans into a warm hug. “I will.” he said. “Thank you.”

“See ya in a week, buddy.” Sans mumbled before letting go. Grillby walked to his car, getting in and starting the engine, looking back at Sans standing in front of his shop. It somehow looked right.

Sans waved at him as Grillby drove away and Grillby felt himself relaxing. It was fine, he trusted Sans and when he came back, they would be time for everything else.

Grillby fell into his old bed in the room he grew up to several hours later, utterly exhausted from the long drive and his family in general. He loved them all of course but they could be intense and not just in heat.

His phone beeped. Grillby blinked as he pulled it up, looking at the screen telling him he got a message from Sans.

Hey ya. I changed the sign. The looks on the people's faces were priceless.

After the message there were several photos attatched. The first one showed somebody (probably Sans) having taped over the “Grillby's” on the sign at his shop and forming 'Sans while using the last 'S of the sign to make the S in Sans and the rest with orange tape. It looked utterly ridiculous and made Grillby chuckle out loud.

Some other pictures were clearly taken from the inside facing out of the window, showing several of his regulars staring at the sign in mixes of awe, shock, disbelief and bafflement.

Doggo's expression was the best, to be honest.

After a healthy laugh from the pictures Grillby typed his own messages.

These are great. You had that planed from the day I asked you to mind the shop?

Nah, that would have been to much work. I just found some tape yesterday. You like them?

They just brightened up my day. Thank you.

No problem. With everything, you need some good laughs.

Just promise me you won't replace all my stock with joke stuff.

Na, just the eggs, Grills.

Grillby chuckled again at that, shaking his head. He cuddled a bit more into his bed, feeling more and more tired.

Alright. I am sorry but I am getting really tired.

Hey, then get your sleep on, hot stuff. Just relax I got everything. Oh, and Papyrus says hi.

Tell him hi back. And I will. Goodnight Sans.

Night, Grills.

The next day Grillby received a selfy from Sans and Toriel. Grillby had known Toriel for a while now. She was the headteacher of the school and the mother of the only human in town. Grillby didn't know Kris very well but he heard some stuff and heard about the trouble Toriel had with them from time to time. Also, everybody in town had heard about the rather messy breakup between her and Asgore... just thinking about it made Grillby uncomfortable.

Well it looked like Sans could connect to the goatmonster pretty well.

Hey Grills, today I met this awesome lady. She got the best puns I tell you. She is like the pun-soul-mate I never had.

It is nice that you found a friend.

Yeah she is awesome. But uh... people looked a bit strange at her and now at me? Is there a story?

Yes. Nobody really wants to talk about it. There was a messy breakup between her and her ex-husband. Also there she adopted a human years back.

A human you say?

Yes, Kris. I am sure you will met them at some point, they sometimes come to the shop with Toriel. Anyway, because of that many people don't like to approach Toriel.

Sounds kinda stupid. But thank you for telling me. Welp, gotta go now, this shop thing sure is a lot of work, how do you do that all the time?

With a lot determination.

Ha-ha wiseguy.

Sans sent him again a picture, showing him making a face but still grinning.  

Talk to you tomorrow then?

Of course. Oh, and my mother said to tell you hi from her. She hopes next time we're coming together.

Yeah, I hope so too. Have a good one Grills.

You too Sans.

They continued like that a few more days, Sans sending Grillby pictures and updates from the town and the shop while Grillby tried to keep Sans up to date too, sending pictures himself as well as videos from the nine cats living on his mothers property.

Hey Grills. Today was kinda strange. Sans wrote him one day.

Strange?

I met the human today. Kris. They were pretty strange.

How so?

They talked to me as if they knew me. I tested them and told them to come to me the next day because I wanted to show them something and they were like... on board, no questions asked. To a total stranger! Also some other people told me they were acting especially strange that day, as if they were seeing things for the first time.

That really sounds strange. Also you sound worried.

Na, I am not. Just a bit unsettled and stuff. Are you still alright?

I am Sans. I am almost finished here too, I'll be back in two days.

Heh, I am looking forward to that.

Me too.

Sans looked up from his text and out of the window of his shop, something like a forgotten memory rattling around in his skull. Something was happening. Something was coming.

Maybe it was time to make some more phonecalls.

[alj4890]

The Two of Us ~ Fluffy Friday

(Lord Jackson Walker x Lady Nicky Beaumont) from the While We're Young series with @krsnlove

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"Wow, it must be love." Emily Beaumont watched her older sister pack the oversized backpack. "I can't believe you are really going to do this."

Nicky shrugged. "Jax loves it and really wants me to try it. Since I care about him, it won't hurt me to give it a shot."

Emily snorted. "Beaumonts don't do camping."

Nicky rolled her eyes. "Now you sound like Mom."

"Hey! Mums is the best! You can't say that we don't typically share the same opinion."

Nicky shoved in a few more clothes. "I know she is and I know we do." She looked up at her sister and grinned. "Guard your heart, Em. One day you will fall head over heels for someone and will be doing things you swore you would never do."

Emily's eyes twinkled with mischief. "I think I will know he is not my true love if he asks me to rough it for the weekend." The sisters both burst into laughter.

Maxwell knocked on the open bedroom door. His grin dimpled even more at seeing his girls laughing. "Jackson's here, Nicky."

She slung her backpack over her shoulders and staggered backwards from the weight. Emily reached out and steadied her. "Whoa. Probably shouldn't have packed so much."

She walked downstairs and her heart fluttered at seeing Jackson. He looked so ruggedly handsome in his jeans and his flannel shirt. His eyes lifted up at her and he smiled. When she got to the bottom of the stairs he took her backpack from her.

"Ready?" He asked. She nodded and hugged her parents and sister goodbye. Jackson promised to keep her safe and that they would see them on Sunday.

Once they were in his jeep, she relaxed and decided to give this a fair chance. This was the first time they would be able to be completely alone on a vacation. She would have preferred a hotel room and exciting nightlife, yet she wanted to see what Jackson loved so much about camping.

Jax reached for her hand while he drove. He glanced over at her and grinned. He couldn't believe she agreed to this. Since they had made their relationship official at Christmas, he had wanted to get away from their friends and family and it be a time for just the two of them. His father had once said that to really know someone, you should travel with them and see how they handle things.

They had traveled together with their families and the court since they were infants. This would be a whole new experience. He pressed a kiss to her hand. "Excited?"

"I think so." She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "I think what I am most excited about is a chance to be alone with you without interruption."

She bit her lip when his heated gaze moved over her. "Funny. That was what I was thinking."

After a few hours of driving, they arrived at the spot to begin the hike. He pulled their bags out and helped her with her backpack. While straightening the straps he pulled her into a deep kiss. She smiled against his lips. When they broke apart he kept his forehead against hers, simply enjoying holding her close.

"Are we actually going to hike or are we going to stay here?" She slid her arms up his chest to end up looped around his neck. "I won't complain if we stay here and continue this." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again. After a few moments, they broke apart.

"Tempting, but I have a spot that I've picked just for you." He laced his fingers with hers and led her down the trail. His dry humor had her laughing and distracted from the long hike. He thought this might be the most fun he had ever had walking in nature.

Nicky gasped when he led her to an opening looking out over the ocean. "Oh Jax! This is beautiful!" He grinned and pulled out the tent.

"I thought my girl might like it." He assembled the tent with ease, grinning at her compliments. "Ready to make it comfortable?"

She nodded and unrolled her sleeping bag. Her cheeks colored at the thought of sleeping next to him. They had never done so before. What if he snored? What if she snored? Or worse...what if one of them talked in their sleep and said something embarrassing. She would never be able to look him in the eye again. He slid in next to her and saw the panic in her eyes.

"Uh, Nicky...you okay?"

"Yep. Great." He cocked his eyebrow at her and waited. She stared down at their sleeping bags. "I don't suppose there are two tents we can use."

"No. Just the one. Why?"

"No reason." She said quickly while scrambling out of the tent that seemed to shrink when he entered. He frowned as he watched her take off to sit by the cliff.

He started a fire and joined her to watch the sun set. He wrapped his arms around her and placed her in his lap. He nuzzled her neck and felt contentment wash over him as he smelled her jasmine lotion. He felt her relax in his embrace and held her closer.

"Do you want to go for a walk along the beach?" She asked.

"We can tomorrow. I think we ought to eat and turn in early." She stiffened in his arms. He let out a groan. "Would you please tell me what's wrong?"

She plucked some grass and fiddled with it. "Sleeping with you."

Her words hit like a punch to the gut. "What?"

"It is going to be awkward if we talk or make noise." She replied, not meeting his eyes. "I really hope it doesn't happen."

Did she not find him attractive at all? He had not planned on their first time together happening this weekend. Their relationship was still so new. But he desired her with an intensity that grew stronger every day. To hear that she didn't feel the same cut deep. Should they break up? If she wasn't physically attracted to him, why bother dating?

She glanced at his face and saw the shock and raw pain. Oh no, she thought. He must be a snorer and I have hurt his feelings. "Jax, it's okay. I won't tease you or complain if you snore or talk."

Snore? Why would he snore during..."Nicky? What are you talking about?"

"I'm worried I will snore or talk in my sleep. I've been told that I sometimes talk but thankfully do not snore. But with all this fresh air, anything is possible." She glared at him when he started laughing. "I'm being serious!" She shoved out of his lap and stood before him with hands on her hips. "Jackson Walker! I am sharing a legitimate concern here."

He hopped up and kissed her. "I don't care if you sing in your sleep and snore in between songs. I only want you beside me."

Her anger faded away by his words and the tender way he looked at her. His hands cupped her face. His thumbs smoothed her soft skin. "I bet you are beautiful when you are asleep." He said softly.

"Jax..." She could feel herself melting against him. He took her hands and tugged her over to the fire. "Come on. Let's eat."

By the time they got to the smores, the stars were out. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped the two of them up as they sat in companionable silence. He could get used to this. Holding her might be his new favorite activity. When she yawned, he pulled her into the tent and unzipped the sleeping bags.

A flirty smile appeared on his lips. "You know," he looked up at her, "these sleeping bags can be attatched to make one big one."

She met his eyes and blushed. "Really? You learn something new everyday."

"Shall we?" He held the ends up.

She chewed on her lower lip. "Why not? We do need to be close for warmth."

"I couldn't agree more." His voice was gravelly while his eyes traveled down what would be his heat source this weekend.

Jackson realized his father was right. During their weekend away, he saw Nicky in a whole new light. He saw her gentle humor and patience make a leaky tent during a sudden downpour fun. She was up for trying any of the new experiences he suggested, usually resulting in private jokes they would share for years to come. Nicky's sunny outlook changed the way he saw things that he had seen thousands of time before. He thought he was already pretty crazy about her to begin with. This weekend made him fall even more for her.

She also saw him differently. He had always been attentive to her, yet his entire focus was on making this weekend unforgettable. She saw his silly romantic side when he knocked on the tent. He presented her with silk roses and asked if he could take her on a date. The date consisted of roasted hotdogs and a walk on the beach. He kept her warm during their walk with kisses and his arms wrapped around her. She loved every moment of it. As they snuggled in the tent at night, he would whisper how much she meant to him and how crazy he was about her. Her own heart was overflowing with her feelings for him. She knew it wouldn't be long before they confessed they were in love.

Sunday came much too soon. He stood with her outside in her driveway, reluctant to return to their normal lives. He slid a hand into her hair while pulling her hips close. He kissed her tenderly goodbye. "Thank you for this weekend." He mummered against her lips.

"I'm glad we did this." She whispered.

He grinned. "How about we plan on taking another trip? Maybe a week long one." He chuckled when her eyes widened at the thought of camping for that amount of time. "A trip to one of your favorite cities and hotels."

She smiled, excited about going away again. "As long as it's with you, then it sounds like the perfect plan to me."

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[evans-heaven]

Anchor~s.m.

Consider it the part 2 of “Hey, Legend,” (read here) but can be read as a standalone. This shit is 4.1k words long so its gonna be a ride, y’all :)

Heavily unedited but I hope you lovelies enjoy!

Also, more towards the end I made a pretty big jump, sorry guys 🙈

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Y/N’s POV

“And lastly, I’d like to thank my beautiful wife, Y/N. Honestly, where would I be without her? She’s my world, my soulmate, the love of my life, a goddess among mankind, the literal queen of every fucking thing, she’s-”

“Darling, put it down before you break it,” Shawn sighed, smiling up at me.

My eyes darted down to his. “Shush,” I hissed, crinkling my nose. I held the award higher and turned my attention back to my imaginary audience. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes, my wife, Y/N. She is the wind beneath my wings, the muse behind my music, without her, my guitar wouldn’t strum, my soul wouldn’t pour out nearly as much passion as it does today, my-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shawn threw his hands up and stood up from his place on our carpeted bedroom floor. He took the award from me (mid fake speech, might I add. How rude!) and held it above his head. I looked up at it and growled. 

“Give it back! I wasn’t done!” I tried to reach for it, which, of course, backfired on me, because it somehow slipped my mind that my husband was 6′2, of course, towering over me. I threw my hands down and pouted. “The imaginary audience is waiting for me to finish my speech, Shawn,” I raised my brows and folded my arms. I was pretty sure no one interrupted him with he gave his actual speech at the VMAs. Why was he doing it to me?

“Well the imaginary audience agrees that you’re taking this way too far, and should give it up and help your husband unpack,” he said, walking over to his bedside table and placing the shiny, silver moon person on the it. He looked at it for a few seconds before licking his thumb pad and swiping it across the statuette’s tiny head. I giggled at his action as he smiled in satisfaction and walked back over to me. “Now, baby, I have weeks worth of dirty laundry that we should get started on,” he asked, taking my hands in his, pulling my back down on the floor with him, next to one of his opened suit cases. I looked inside of it and glared. Not because I didn’t want to have to deal with it, but because Shawn, like always, couldn’t be bothered to fold his garments neatly like I always told him to. It didn’t matter that they were dirty or would be confined in the suitcase, he could still make it look more presentable. Maybe it was just my OCD getting the best of me, though.

“Alright, let’s get started,” I reached over and grabbed a handful of button downs, starting to create piles of whites, darks, and colors. I was pretty sure the shirt I wore, the black one with the white trees on it, was the only button up he didn’t take with him. After all those clothing outlets sent them to him, he had grown attached and pretty much opted for those instead of the other shirts he had. I didn’t mind though, he looked amazing in them and they were much easier to remove when need be. I smirked lightly at the thought

As Shawn began to fill me in on his schedule for weeks to come, I refrained from stopping him and letting him know that I didn’t want to think about that for now. He had only just gotten home, the bags under his eyes only a small reminder of how tired he was. Jumping city to city for different promo events, tours, and finally the VMAs had taken a toll on his appearance, and I had noticed his voice was light and slightly gravelly from his tired vocal chords. I never brought up my concern, because I knew how stubborn my husband was.

“Sometimes sleep needs to be sacrificed to get that one perfect creation,” I thought to myself, remembering what he told me the first- and last- time I brought it up. “Or that one perfect moment, where you know you’ve done something right’’” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead, a universal sign between us both that I needed to drop whatever worries I had.

“Is that why the both of us are so exhausted?” Shawn asked out of nowehere.

I jumped, dropping the socks I had in my hands. “Huh?” I asked, side eyeing him.

He cocked his head. “What you just said, ‘sometimes sleep needs to be sacrificed to get that one perfect creation,’” he told me, and my eyes went wide. Had I really said that out loud?

Quickly, I made a recovery before he could notice. “Uh-um, yeah,” I gave him a nervous laugh and shoved him playfully. “Could be,” I said. “I mean, we’re both always writing, me an article and you a song. There’s always the constant struggle between us both for it to be perfect,” I sighed, and picked up a shirt, throwing it into the whites pile.

“Did you finish what you were working on during the show?” he asked me, tugging me closer until I was in his lap. He leaned back against the trunk at the foot of our bed, dragging his hand up and down my back. In that moment, my concern-for us both-vanished.

I nodded lightly, placing my head on his bare chest, AKA my second home. “Its not my best work but at least I got it done,” I said. “Michelle doesn’t want it until Tuesday so I have some time to do a little more with it,” I said while I toyed with the drawstrings on his gray sweatpants.

I was lucky enough to have an easy going boss like Michelle Tan-editor in chief of Seventeen. She gave me a day long extension on one of the featued articles for the September issue after she heard about how rough the night I was supposed to send it in was for me. And by rough night, I meant crying over my husband who was miles away and couldn’t take away the ache in my heart caused by his absence. But she didn’t need to know that. And considering I was always on time with my articles, she was willing to let it slide just this once.

It was the first and last time, thought, that I would let my lonliness get in the way of my work.

“That was understanding of her,” Shawn smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Sorry you were so distracted because of me, sweetheart,” he said, and I couldnt’ tell if he was genuinely apologetic, or just being a cocky shit.

I didn’t have time to reply, because the ringing doorbell sounded from all the way downstairs. 

I furrowed my brow and stood up, Shawn doing the same, heading for the bedroom door. “Who’s that?” I asked, looking at the time on the clock that hung over the door frame as I followed Shawn out. It was well 12:30 on the dot. I didn’t know of anyone we were expecting, no family or friends.

“I noticed time got away from us and we didn’t get a chance to go to the store to get stuff for dinner,” Shawn answered, making a 360 before he descended the stairs as the bell rang again. “So I ordered some Domino’s,” he smirked over his shoulder as he opened the door, pulling out a $20 from his pocket.

I stood at the top of the staircase, smiling. It was the little things he never forgot about me that always made my heart jump-as cliche as it sounded. I was always in the mood for Domino’s, no matter what time of day it was. And he always pulled through and ordered it for me, because he just knew me so well. He was the man I married, after all.

“Thanks, man,” Shawn jutted his chin out to the pizza guy, box in his hand as he closed the door. Giving me a warm once over, he made his way to the kitchen.

“Sausage and cheese?” I asked him, loud enough so he could hear as I made my way down the stairs.

“You already know, babe!” he confirmed. I entered the kitchen just as he was taking out two plates for us.

“Did I just collect our pizza shirtless?” Shawn asked after being silent for a few moments while I grabbed two bottles of Smirnoff from the fridge.

“Yeah, you did,” I laughed, realizing along with him. “Did the pizza look like he was getting any ideas?” I joked, setting the bottles down on the island in the center of the kitchen. 

Shawn got a mischievous look in his eyes, and he darted over to me, hooking his hands under my knees and lifting me onto the island. I shrieked-and quickly transitioned into a moan- as his lips begun to suck on my jawline without warning.

“No,” he husked in between his assault. “But I have some ideas of my own,” he said into my air, the tone of his voice, low, combined with the slight rasp, sending a chill down my spine that almost made me snap in two. He took the shell of my ear in between his incisors and tugged on it lightly, then got a bit more harsh as I sucked in a sharp breath and pulled him closer to me by his broad shoulders.

He took my hips in his large hands and lifted me a bit further onto the counter, his lips finally meeting mine. It was a mixture of a slow and passionate, yet hungry and possesive kiss that would surely leave my lips red, swollen, and sure of who they belonged to. His plump lips moved rapidly against mine, our tongues fighting a battle of their own as they tangled within each other. 

He moved his hands from their exploration of my lower body to my head, threading his fingers through my hair. I moaned out loud, removing my lips from his, though he remained pulling on my tongue for a few seconds more before he attatched his lips to my neck.

“God, I’ve missed your body,” he mumbled into my divit as he began to unbutton my shirt (his shirt), pulling it apart and lightly pushing me down until I laid flat on the tiled surface.

He trailed wet, sloppy kisses down my stomach, holding on to the cups of my bra as he palmed the amply flesh concealed by them. He reached the waisband of my panties, and as much as I didn’t want to, I stopped him.

“Woah, woah,” I said, sitting up right, forcing him to stand up straight. He almost glared at me but it turned into a concerned glance.

“Baby, why move so fast?” I asked him, placing my hands on his chest as his forehead met mine, his messy curls tickling my brow. “ We’ve got all week before you leave again, and the pizza is gonna get cold,” I laughed.

“Right, you know I was too focused on my boner to remember it got delivered,” he chuckled, taking me down from the counter and walking over to the other side to add slices to our plates.

“Hey, pizza for dinner, each other for dessert,” I teased in a sing song voice, squeezing his ass playfully as he made his way out the doorway to the dining room table.

“Y/N, don’t tempt me to drop these plates and rail you against that wall,” his voice wasn’t lighthearted and he didn’t even look at me, but I still smiled. Even in his serious moments he was still a large softie to me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bottles of Smirnoff and the rest of the pizza, following him to the large table suited for an entire family- one we hadn’t created yet. 

“Hailee wanted me to tell you you did a great job on her article for last month’s issue,” Shawn said once we began eating. “She would have called but things have been so hectic for her, and she knew it was the same for you,”

“Damn right,” I scoffed, but smiled still. “She’s the sweetest, God knows I love writing about her,” 

Hailee was by far the one I was closest to among Shawn’s group of famous friends. We had met a few years back at Jingle Bash and immediately hit it off. Since I had been working for Seventeen, she had been on the cover twice and had been in features a dozen times. I was always the one to interview her-due to her request, and I would never complain.

“God knows you love her period,” Shawn laughed, setting his slice down to take a sip of his drink. “I swear you two are gonna hook up and you’re leave me in the shadows one day,” he joked.

I cocked a brow. “Careful you speak that into existance, Mendes,” I played along with him.  “So what are our plans for the following week? I could ask Michelle for a few days away from the office so I can work from home for us to have more time together,” I said, biting into my slice of pizza I had barely touched.

He shrugged. “Whatever we can think of, darling. This whole week is all about you,” he held my tiny hand in his gigantic one, kissing the back of it sweetly.

I nodded, suddenly not as smiley as I had been seconds before. 

“You okay?” he asked, noticing my changed stance. He tucked his index finger under my chin and lifted my head a bit higher so I could meet his gaze. His honey colored eyes held flecks of green, and concern. His thumb grazed over my bottom lip lightly.

I recovered quickly.“Yeah, fine, just thinking about how much I’ve missed you,” And how much I’d miss him when he left again in a week.

He grinned. “Think nothing of it, baby. I’m here now,” he pulled me closer to him and pecked my lips before returning to his pizza. 

I nodded again, swallowing the built up lump in my throat. Then why do I feel so distant from you?

We ate mostly in silence until the pizza was done and there was only crust left. The only words said were from him, complimenting the pizza, and me, giving a small chirp of agreement. My mood had fallen progssively as it got later, and it frustrated me that I couldn’t put it aside to be there for my husband. Luckily, his excitement to finally be able to sit and have a meal with me distracted him. I knew he didn’t need the extra weight of my problems, anyway.

Shawn’s POV, later that night

When I stretched my arm over to the other side of the bed in my sleep, I was met with only the feeling of empty sheets. And that was enough to wake me.

I rose slowly, fist rubbing over my right eye as I turned my head to face Y/N’s side of the bed, which was empty. I looked at her alarm clock- it was 4:22 in the morning. She never got out of bed during the night unless it was to use the toilet, and the opened bathroom door showed she wasn’t in there. I was always so used to having her right next to me when I wanted to snuggle, but for whatever reason, she was absent.

“Y/N! Babe?” I called out to her as I stumbled out of bed, trying not to let my concern show through my voice.

I had noticed her fallen face and monotone voice (when she bothered to speak) during and after dinner, and she had seemed all too eager to turn away from me in bed after she said goodnight. It was way different from when we met at that airport, and the impact of her koala hug made me drop my bags and nearly stumble back. I whispered words of comfort in her ear while stroking her back as she lamented how much she had missed me, words choppy from her tears and kisses all over my cheek, forehead and neck. My heart sank a bit when I thought of what could have changed over the course of the day.

As her husband, so many things mattered to me when it came to her. Above all, I wanted her to be happy. And she just didn’t seem to be, even if it was the smallest signs pointing to that, I still knew.

As I was about to call her out again, nearing the door to our bedroom to investigate the rest of the house, a small sniffle came from behind me, followed by a chocked sob. I spun on my heel, eyes in line with the doors to our balcony next to the bed, a few feet away. More broken whimpers came from that general area, getting louder as I neared.

“Y/N are you-” I was cut off by the site of my girl, curled up in the corner of the balcony, face buried in her thighs as her body shivered with her crying.

Protective mode came on inside me at full force as I rushed over to her, scopping her up in my arms and sitting down on one of the padded tweed chairs. I didn’t know why she was crying, just knew that I had to hold her.

“Shh, baby, you’re okay, you’re fine,” I said, but I mentally slapped myself, because it was evident she was neither one of those things. I shut up and just continued to hold her,rocking her in my arms as she quietly sobbed into me. I almost felt myself begin to cry as well, because her pain was my pain, but I just had to be there for her and comfort her in that moment. I had to remain strong for whatever reason had her in this state. 

“I’m here, baby, I’m right here,” I told her. It was all I could think to say. Just let her know I wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m sorry,” she managed out a few moments later, moving her headfrom its place in the crook of my neck, wiping her eyes dry, but to no ail. Tears spilled over again, but she was silent as she looked me in the eyes, blinking to keep her emotions at bay.

“No, you don’t have to apologize to me, darling. But please, tell me what’s wrong. I don’t know how long you’ve been out here but I need to know why,” I said, running my fingers through her matted hair, bringing my thumb over to her cheek, using the pad to rid her blotchy skin of the moisture from her tears.

As though what I said triggered something inside her, she got up from my lap, throwing my arms off of her as she paced in front of me, shaking her head. I stood up too, but didn’t touch her. Something told me she had gotten enough physical contact and just needed to vent, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Why?” she whispered. “There are so many reasons why I’m like this, right now, in front of you. I don’t have a single idea how to even begin to explain how I feel, Shawn,” she said, her tone helpless and frustrated. She was turned away from me, arms wrapped around herself as she fisted my Eddie Vedder t shirt in her hands. I watched her. She lifted her shoulders as she sighed and dropped her hands, eventually turning to face me. Her puffy, red eyes held no emotion but pain and sadness as she looked to me. Still, I said nothing and only watched her, letting her have the floor. She needed her husband who listened, not her husband who held her when she was sad and acted like that was enough.

“Everything is wrong. And it doesn’t seem like it, which makes it even more wrong. Because everyone brushes off what problems I might have because of how perfect my life seems. Perfect job. Perfect home. Perfect husband. And you know what? Too often, do I tell myself those exact things when it gets too hard for me. I surpress my own feelings because I let myself think I have no reason to be sad, or depressed, or lonely,” she let out another shaky sigh, and I sensed tears coming, in the both of us.

“Work is hard. It gets stressful and overwhelming and sometimes I just want to quit. And you know what makes it worse? Not having a husband to come home to when I’ve had a rough day. And that makes the following days even more rough, because I’m so filled with fear of of overbearing everything might be at work that it makes me think even more of you, not here when I really, really need you,”

My heart skipped a beat, and a small shock flowed through my body. Was that really how she felt?

“Baby, don’t get me wrong,“ she said quickly, coming over to me and taking my hands. “I know we talked about this when we started dating and I’ve accepted that you won’t always be here, but right now, at this time in my life, it seems that all I need is you. My anchor. You’re my anchor, Shawn,” she said.

I looked down at her, speechless, not sure if she was done or not. And if she was, I didn’t know what to say.

But the silence was filled by her, bursting into tears as she crashed into my chest, lightly beating it with her fists. She sobbed without a care. My arms wrapped tightly around her as I felt tears stream down my face as well, my pain not measuring up to hers, but still there, and I would make it known.

“I-It’s so hard Sh-Shawn,” she said quietly, the wetness of her tears streaming down my stomach as they fell from her eyes.

“Oh, baby,” I kissed the crown of her head as she continued to let out what was left in her. “I know, it hurts,I know,” 

“I j-just want it to st-top,” she whimpered, her tears slowing but not ceasing. “I need you, I need you here,”

“Hey, look at me,” I ordered softly, holding her face in my hands as her eyes met mine yet again. Trying not to let the agony and anxiety that swam in her once lively y/e/c orbs get to me, I dragged my thumbs across her cheeks and under her eyes as I placed a kiss on her swollen, wet lips. I swallowed her light moan before I pulled away.

“Whenever I’m away from you, I know things can be hard. They’re hard on me too. I know we both know how hard it is to fall asleep without each other to hold. Without you being there to encourage me when I’m a fucking wreck and don’t know where the hell I’m going with something. But you know what? The mere thought that in a few days I’m gonna be home to you, that’s enough to keep me grounded. Its always enough. And I want it it to be enough for you too, baby,” I told her.

“I will always come home to you, Y/N. Always. I’ll never stray or go somewhere else unless I have to. Not when I know you’re here waiting for me to come home to you. I need you and you need me and I’ll be fucked if I or anyone else ever came in the way of that. Right now, with you in my arms, I keep this feeling in my head when I’m away and that keeps the anticipation to see you rising higher. Remember the way you feel when I hold you, angel. When you need me I’m a call away, a face time away, or a flight away. You’re never alone once you remember you can always come to me no matter how you feel or where I am,” I finished, and I could do nothing more but just look to her, waiting for her.

She tugged her lips into her mouth, releasing the tension from her shoulders as I felt her entire body soften in my arms. Her eyes, still glossy, still pained in the tiniest way, slowly began to regain the same glimmer that was there earlier in the day, the same glimmer I fell in love with-lively, full of hope and excitement and love.

“My anchor, even when you’re not here,”she said, after being silent all through out my speech. 

All I could do was smile down at her. And it became clear to me that I wasn’t just her anchor, she was mine. She kept me grounded when my life in the industry’s fast lane became a hellfire. When I felt like quitting and giving up as to not deal with constant judgement and scrutiny on my craft, she was there for me like no one else. And that was what any relationship was all about. Your partner relied on you for so many things, but one of the most important was a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen. I didn’t know what I would do without Y/N when it came to those things.

“You know it, darling,” I kissed her forehead, pulling her head back into my chest as we swayed in the light breeze that the wee hours of the morning delivered. “Everything is gonna be okay, if I can’t promise you anything else, I can always promise you that,”

I had no more words left. But I had a feeling that was okay. It was time for me to just hold her, no words in between us. Sometimes the warmth of a loved one’s embrace was the best remedy for an aching heart.

Maybe in that moment she wasn’t totally rid of her worries and lamentations, but we were on the road to recovery. And I would be with her, every step of the way.

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I feel like this sucked and it ended really abruptly, but that’s only because I was kinda in a rush to put this up. Hope you lovely babes enjoyed! Feedback is always welcome :) Gentle reminder to reblog it if you like it!

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I want to talk about something that’s been wearing me down for a while now.

(I don’t usually use any kind of warnings—my blog is very much a CNTW space—but this is a bit much, even for this blog. Warning for discussion of rl dismemberment and gore involving hands.)

I was working when one of my coworkers got two of his fingers cut off.

I’d heard him hurt before—a restaurant kitchen is a cruel mistress—but right away I could tell it wasn’t just a minor burn or banged head. I could hear the panic in his voice, though I wouldn’t be able to identify it until later.

I don’t remember circling the oven, but I must have, because the next thing I remember is standing next to him and seeing blood on his shirt. I don’t think I’ll ever know why he came to me, but he did. He held out his bleeding hand, the other clamped tight over his stumps, and said, “My fucking fingers fell off.”

I know it doesn’t seem like much, written, but I’ll never forget the way he sounded. That will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.

He didn’t sound panicked, yet. Probably he was in shock. Hell, maybe I was too. It didn’t feel like it at the time.

I led him to the sink by the office, where I knew we kept first-aid supplies, calling for help. He kept saying, “My fingers—my fucking fingers fell off!” A red-headed server, whose name I would later learn was Elena, was the only one who answered. I pulled a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and put them to John’s stumps. I told him I was sorry and that I knew it would hurt, but he had to keep pressure on them until I came back.

Elena and I unearthed the first-aid kit. We tore it open. We found a pack of sterile gauze and I rushed the two yards back to John. I told him I was sorry and that I knew it was going to hurt, and I replaced the paper towels.

John whimpered. I think I could have handled a howl better, or weeping, but he whimpered. It sounded like he’d already given up.

I said, “Elena, I need you to do something for me.”

She nodded.

“Get one of those gallon bags and fill it halfway with ice.”

She did.

I said, “Elena, someone needs to put his fingers in this bag. Are you okay to do it, or do you want to take over for me while I do it?”

“I’ll—” She couldn’t finish the sentence, but she reached for the bloody gauze instead of the bag of ice.

John’s fingers were in the hallway connecting the kitchen with the front of house. In hindsight I probably should have picked them up both at once, but at the time I was running on more adrenaline than reason.

They were still warm to the touch, and strangely spongy. It was clear they were no longer attatched to a living being.

I don’t want to dwell on it further.

I bagged his fingers and returned. John was where I’d left him, of course, kneeling at the sink. Elena was gingerly holding the bloody gauze to his stumps, looking like she was about to throw up.

I put the bag of ice on the counter and took back over; the sound John made when I applied more pressure is carved into my marrow.

The time between then and the arrival of the ambulance seems like a lifetime. John babbled, I remember that much. He told me it hurt, and that he didn’t know what he was going to do, and that he didn’t have insurance. I comforted him as best I could, but I didn’t make any promises I couldn’t keep. Instead I told him about hospital payment plans, and advances in surgical science, and made some awful desperate joke about the fact that at least his shirt was tie-dye. I guess I was babbling too.

Somehow some detached part of my brain was still thinking about the baggie with his fingers in it, hoping I hadn’t gotten blood on a food-contact surface. I’m sure that probably seems very cold of me.

The ambulance arrived, eventually. I was strangely reluctant to turn him over; I knew their help was what I’d been waiting for, but I had somehow started thinking of John as my responsibility, and it was hard for me to step back, even knowing that people better suited were taking my place.

I remember washing my hands, after, and thinking about how strange it was to be washing off a friend’s blood.

It feels selfish to still be so effected. Like I’m trying to steal attention away from John. I wish I could just. Magically get over it, but obviously that’s not happening.

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Les Mis Brasil - my review (LONG POST - MIGHT AS WELL BE THE BRICK)

So, about a month ago I went to São Paulo to watch the brazilian Les Mis. It’s the second time in sixteen years that the show is performed here and I was more than excited to watch it, since Les Mis was my first musical, and my favourite one as well. I wanted to make this post a while ago, but I got lazy, so why the hell not do it now.

As soon as I walked into the theatre I felt my knees getting weak and my heart beating faster. I swear I was about to cry even before it started. This was the third Broadway musical I ever watched live, and my expectations were really high. I wasn’t dissapointed  - though I must admit that it was not perfect.

First of all, the song’s adaptation to portuguese was incredible. I was afraid they were going to screw up with the translations (like they did with Rocky Horror) but I was pleasently surprised to discover that the translations were actually pretty damn good. Some of them were more literal, and sticked to the original english lyrics (Look Down, for example, was very literal), and while others did change a bit from the original, their emotion and meaning was still the same (On My Own was one of those that had some parts distant from the original, but with the same intense feeling and meaning). Two songs I did not enjoy were Stars and Bring Him Home. Both of them were quite astray from the original, and in those cases, it did bother me a bit, because they became vague and not as impressive (those are probably two of the most meaningful songs of the musical, and loosing that did cause some damage - I’ll get to that in a minute). Specifically for Bring Him Home, I simply couldn’t understand what the actor was singing - and he was the brazilian actor, Leo Wagner and not Daniel Diges, the spanish actor who also plays Valjean here.

One of the things that this version brought to us and I don’t think was very clear on other editions of Les Mis was the parallels between Fantine (Kacau Gomes, who I believe was the best choice for the role. Her voice is soothing, pleasent, very maternal sounding) and Éponine (Laura Lobos, who played little Cosette at the first edition of the musical here). Both of them suffer from a frustrated love, in very different manners, didn’t live wealthy lives and also had a great attatchment to Cosette - willingly or not, both their deaths had to do with granting Cosette a happier life. And in the translations of their songs, there were some phrases or sentences that were repeated, and for me, as a fan of both the book and the musica, that was deeply satisfying and an interesting viewpoint. Also, both their ghosts greet Valjean when he dies, and I thought that was really nice - specially since Valjean and Éponine interact a bit. She is the one who delivers him Marius’s note from the barricade, and Valjean tells her to take care of herself.

Many things reminded me of the book. Marius (played by Filipe Bragança, who is only SIXTEEN years old) and Cosette (Clara Verdier) acted like very awkward teenagers when they first meet at the garden, and it was the cutest thing. Their chemistry was amazing, I almost forgot the actors weren’t actually a couple. Clara’s singing performance was a bit disappointing though. Her voice didn’t reach the high notes, that are very characteristic of her character, and that cause her to be off-key some times, which was noticed by many people I talked to. 

The Thénardiers were the comic relief, as usual, but they were also the most constant villains - their evil side was very clear to us and it was quite scary how much we could actually sympathize with Mr. Thérnardier, due to the actor’s witty and amusing performance. He kinda reminded me of the hyenas from The Lion King, who were always afraid of Mufasa - whenever Valjean would speak his mind, Mr. Thénardier hided behind his wife. All their scenes were funny but also had a more serious, deep tone beneath it, and that’s the whole point of their characters in the book. 

Now, focus on our favourite so called villain: Javert. Javert is the character we love to hate, and for me, he just didn’t do it in this version. He could sing very well, but his perfomance seemed kinda rushed at some moments. It happened very quick and we didn’t have time to appreciate his character’s purpose. “Stars”, which is the song in which we start to care and understand him a bit better, wasn’t very good as I already mentioned, and because of that his character just became sort of one-dimentioned and flat. The Confrontation scene was interesting, as were his other physical confronts with Valjean, because the actors would get very physically agressive and we could feel the tension. At times, they were yelling at each other and the whole theatre went silent. Those were certainly powerful moments I enjoyed. Javert’s suicide was a good scene/song too, because the actor expressed his emotions very passionately and it almost fixed the lack of empathy and interest during the previous scenes.

Let me please, highlight one of my favourite parts of the whole thing: The revolution. That has always been my favourite part of any Les Mis adaptation. And of course, my favourite character is Enjolras, and I was extremely excited to watch what they were going to do with my sweetheart. 

Enjolras. Was. Fucking. Awesome.

The actor who plays him, Pedro Caetano, is basically what book-Enjolras should be: passionate, intense, idealistic, charismatic. As soon as he walked on stage, he caught everyone’s attention and he stole my poor heart. His voice fits the character perfectly and, should Hamilton for some miracle reason ever be translated and acted in Brazil, I want Pedro Caetano as Laurens. Not only does he look like Anthony Ramos, but his voice also resembles his. It’s like Aaron Tveit, Anthony Ramos and Daveed Diggs had a beautiful son. That was our Enjolras. He was not only the cold asshole that leads the revolution, he was also a friend to his fellows barricade boys. He seemed to care about every single one of them, and was basically restless during the whole thing. During Bring Him Home, while Valjean is singing, Enjolras could be seen sleeping standing up. He picked Gavroche up during Red and Black, and in his death, his body was put next to Gavroche’s in a wagon.

Also, GRANTAIRE. He is also one of my favourite character, and brazillian Grantaire was simply sad. There’s no other way of describing this portrayal of our drunk revolutionary: Grantaire was sad, depressed even. His skepticism was clear throughout all the songs, he just sat in a corner, drank and made annoyed/sarcastic faces while Enjolras talked (also- Grantaire standed very close to Enjolras during the entire Red and Black, quietly hoping for his attention). Drink With Me is one hell of a song, and Bruno Girst (the actor who was performing Grantaire the day I saw it) did a great job making me cry like a baby. He sang his lines not as someone who was in love and realised he was going to loose his muse in a few hours. No, he was angry at Enjolras, but yet hated himself for not being able to disobey him. I could have sworn they were going to start a fist fight during that song, because as Grantaire is singing “Will the world remember you as you fall/Could it be your death means nothing at all?”, Enjolras approaches him looking pissed and three guys have to hold them so that they don’t punch each other. Right after that, Enjolras goes to talk to Grantaire, calmer and worried, but Grantaire just runs to the corner of the stage and fucking weaps. And you know what’s best? Gavroche is the one holding Grantaire and comforting him.

Also, kudos for Gavroche! That kid was AMAZING! He showed his middle finger to Javert, Grantaire and Enjolras basically act like his dads during the entire play. When Éponine dies, he stands beside her with Grantaire. He takes her little hat and gives it to Marius. The revolutionaries sing “We’ll fight for Éponine”, and that’s when I started crying and I didn’t stop until I was inside the taxi going back to my hotel. Gavroche’s death was pretty impactful, as usual, specially beacause it was Grantaire who cared for him, and Taire just holds Gavroche’s body during half of the battle scene, before laying him down, still weeping, and going back to fight.

As I mentioned, the actor who plays Marius is sixteen. He does look older, and his voice is very deep for a 16 year old, but he was great in the role. It somehow made the whole thing sadder - during Empty Chairs at Empty Tables, we can see how hurt he is, yet he is very young. It’s the very impact we get from his character in the book and it was heartbreaking. Also, in the translation, he sings “My friends, don’t fade away”, as the ghosts of the revolutionaries blow out their candles (I couldn’t stop thinking about Rent during that scene, but that’s off topic).

Well, that’s basically what I have to say in the more technical/deep analysis of the play. Now, some random notes:

- Master of the House was downright dirty. Lots of cursing and bad words that made me laugh like an idiot. Madame Thénardier makes lots of dick jokes and says that Mr Thénardier has a “butthole brain”. Classic Thénardier.

- Éponine kicks Montparnasse in the balls. Twice. Great hommage to book Éponine.

- Cosette and Éponine quickly interact at the garden.

- One Day More gave me the chills. I thought I was going to faint, it was SOOO GOOD.

- A weird/questionable translation during Drink With Me was right at the first verses. The boys sang “Here’s a toast to the lips I’ve kissed/ Here’s a toast to the breasts I’ve touched” and I was almost laughing because that’s SO RANDOM AND YET WEIRDLY ACCURATE. Though I can’t imagine Prouvaire grabbing a girl’s boobs.

- Do You Hear The People Sing was split between all of the ABC’s friends, not focused only on Enjolras, and it was quite awesome.

- “Grantaire, put the bottle down” changed to “Grantaire, STOP DRINKING!”

- Honestly, Pedro Caetano is one of my favourite Enjolras. I reccomend you follow his instagram because he is a beautiful guy and very talanted too.

- Actually, the whole cast is adorable. They hang out together and are basically the Modern AU I dreamed of.

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Calm Before the Storm Chapter 13

Summary: Based around 812 when Ty and Amy go down to Montana for the clinic. A take on what could have been if they had not turned back and gone home.

Rated: T

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Ty was sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He had been ready for a good 20 minutes and he was waiting for Amy to finish getting ready. As he was scrolling through, he saw a picture of Georgie and Jade with a dog from the clinic, he laughed. He was glad that he didn't have to spend the afternoon at the clinic with the pair of them. Althouth he knew that he now owed Cassandra big time.

“Hey what are you smiling at? Got a text from your bit on the side or something?” Amy asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

Ty looked up from his phone, “Nope, she doesn’t have this phone number,” He teased, “Wow, you look amazing.” He said as he stood up and put his phone in his pocket.

“Thank you,” She replied, walking over to him, “You don’t look too bad yourself,” She said as she fixed his collar.

He gave her a kiss, “Thank you, what would I ever do without you?”

“Meh, I think you’d do fine without me,” She laughed, “You seem to have coped pretty well these past few months…” she started saying but instantly regretted it.

“Well, yeah I did alright, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t miss you like crazy,” He said lifting her chin with his finger, “I missed you every day we were apart, yeah I may not have acted like it… but it was true. I never once stopped loving you. I missed everything about you…”

“Really?” She asked.

“Well…” He smirked, “maybe not your bed hogging…”

Amy tapped him lightly on the arm, “Hey, I don’t hog the bed! You are the bed hogger!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Right come on, we best get going, the table won’t wait for us!” He laughed as he took her hand and walked to the door, “I really do love you, you know that?”

“I love you too.” She replied, shutting the door behind her.

As they walked down into the centre of town, they took in everything that was going on, “Wow, this town is pretty spectacular, we definitely need to come here again sometime!” Amy said.

“Yeah, I think we should do that. Spend a few days down here, because I am sure there are plenty of things that we have missed out on doing! But these past few days have been great, haven’t they?” He replied.

“Yeah, they really have. I’m so happy you managed to get time off to come down with me,” She laughed, “What has Cassandra got you doing when you go back to pay for the extra work shes doing?”

“Oh I said I would do all of her night shifts for the next couple of weeks, including Friday nights – I assume she has a couple of nights out planned!” Ty laughed.

“Probably, she seems a bit of a partier. So… these Friday nights at the clinic, will you be on your own?” She asked.

“Yeah, Scott will be on call but at home. So, I actually have the clinic to myself. I prefer it because I can get assignments done. It leaves me more free time to spend with you,” He replied, squeezing her hand a little.

“Now that does sound promising,” She laughed, “But you know, I could always come and keep you company at the clinic? Bring you some dinner? And stop you from going insane and talking to the cats and dogs like they’re humans…” She teased.

“You can talk! You talk to the horses like they’re your best friends! But yeah, I would love for you to come and keep me company sometimes. We can use the time wisely, and plan the wedding – without the interruption from Lou or Lisa!” He laughed.

“Now that, soon-to-be-Doctor Borden, is a great idea. I’m also pretty sure by the time you get home to the trailer, at say… 7am, I could come and keep you company for a few hours, before I start work…” She said, suggestively.

“Now that, does sound like a plan. I think it could work in our favour, spending some time together and technically not breaking any of Jack’s rules,” Ty replied.

“Oh seriously Ty, are you still worried about those rules!” She laughed.

“Wouldn’t you be? If your limbs had been threatened?” He asked.

“Well… yeah, but that was like eight nearly nine years ago… soooo…. It’s not really there anymore. Besides, these past few years we have been able to spend more and more time together, and you do have all four limbs still firmly attatched!” She laughed.

“Now that is true… I think Jack doesn’t really mind, but doesn’t want to exactly think about it? Like we can go away to clinics, and then up at pike river, I was in your room… Then obviously the nights when he was in France and our engagement… he knows, but he just would rather not. I am thoroughly happy that I have all of my limbs firmly attatched!” Ty laughed, “Right, I think the Italian is just around this corner… if it’s not then we are well and truly lost!”

“I thought you knew where you were going?” Amy asked.

“Yeah, I did but I kind of lost track of what was happening with all the talk!” He laughed, as they turned the corner.

Thankfully, there in front of them was the Italian.

“Phew!” Ty said, wiping his forehead, “That was lucky! I can’t begin to imagine what you would have done to me if I had got us lost on the way for food!”

“I’d have killed you, that’s what! Nothing can get between me and my food! Come on, let’s go in. I’m starving!” She replied.

They went into the restaurant and were seated in a quiet booth towards the back. Ty ordered a beer and Amy ordered a coke while they were reading the menu.

“Wow! There is so much to choose from!” Amy exclaimed.

“I know, I honestly don’t know what to have!” Ty laughed.

“I’m deciding between the lasagne and the Ariabata Pasta… I honestly don’t know what to get! They both look so good!” She said.

“Well, why don’t you get one of them, and I get the other and we can share? Then we can have a bit of both? You’d just want to taste whatever I got anyway, and I’d do the same… soo, what do you think?” He asked.

“Aww, you’re so thoughtful! Yes, shall we do that? Also, should we get a Mexicana garlic bread to share? But get it with our meal rather than as a starter?” She suggested.

“Yeah, I was going to suggest that!” He laughed, “Wow, we really are extremely compatible, aren’t we?” He said, reaching his hand across the table.

“Yeah, we really are,” Amy replied, reaching out and holding his hand.

The waiter came over to the table and placed their drinks on the table, “Are you ready to order?” He asked, getting his pad and pen out of his apron.

“Yeah, can we have a Mexicana garlic bread, a lasagne and a ariabata pasta, please?” Ty replied.

“Yeah, that’s fine, can I get you anything else? Do you want the garlic bread to come as the main or a starter?” The waiter asked.

“Yeah, could we have these all together? With two plates so we can share it? Also, can the garlic bread come with the mains?” Ty replied.

“Yes of course, I’m sorry but the wait is around 40 minutes for food, as we are one chef down. Do you want one of our starter platters while you are waiting?” He asked, as he wrote down their order.

Ty looked at Amy, and she nodded, “Yeah, okay then. Thank you,” He said. The waiter wrote down their order and went to the kitchen.

 Their meal was really nice, they were able to enjoy such georgous food and talk without having to worry about anything. It was nice for the pair of them to have a full night to themselves, without worrying about the guys at the ranch, or having Lou ring them asking them about wedding plans.

On the way back to the hotel, they decided to walk up and along the river, it would have taken them a while longer, but they didn’t mind as they were in each others company.

“Wow, it really is beautiful here, isn’t it?” Amy said, looking around.

“Yeah, its pretty awesome,” Ty replied, wrapping his arm around her, as he did so, he felt her shiver, “Hey, are you cold?”

Amy shook her head, “No, I’m fine. We are nearly back now, anyway. I’ll be okay.”

Ty shook his head, “No you won’t, here, have my jacket,” He said, taking his jacket off and holding it open for Amy to wear. She smiled as she put her arms through his motorcycle jacket and zipped it up.

“Okay, maybe I was cold. Wow, this is so warm!” She laughed, “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, I’d do anything for you, even if I had to get hyperthermia!” He joked, “To be honest, I’m quite warm anyway, you know what I’m like, as soon as the temperature gets up I struggle wearing jackets.”

“Yeah, you do have your advantages… the fact you radiate so much heat keeps me nice and cosey in bed… although… your feet are always cold so I guess the rest of you makes up for it!” She laughed.

“Well, your warm feet help warm my cold feet, so I guess we are a great match, aren’t we,” He teased.

“Yeah, yeah… whatever you say,” Amy laughed, shaking her head.

“Okay, so. Seeing as it isn’t too late, why don’t we go back to the hotel and watch a film? I think the film channels have We are the Millers on in about fourty minutes, so what do you recon?” He suggested.

“You know how much I love that film! Let’s do it! Shall we go to the shop on our way up and get some sweets and drinks?” She asked.

“Yeah, we could get a bag of popcorn and some cans,” He replied, “Come on, we best hurry up!”

They walked to the shop and got some stuff and made their way back to the hotel. Ty was looking forward to seeing Amy’s face when she saw the flowers and chocolates he got for her. She had been his rock for the past few years and all he wanted to do was show her how much he appreciated her. They walked into the hotel and went up in the lift. As they walked down to their room, Ty handed Amy the key card to let them in. As she walked around the corner, she saw a beautiful bunch of flowers and a nice box of chocolates, waiting on the bed.

“What is all this?” She asked, walking over to the bed.

“Well… I just wanted to let you know how much I love you, and how I am so thankful that you are always here for me. You have been my rock for the past 8 years, and I want to thank you. For everything,” Ty replied, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck and mumbled, “I love you, so much.”

Amy turned around in his arms and wrapped hers around his waist, “I love you so much, too. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can’t thank you enough for all you have done for me. You, Ty Borden, are amazing,” She said, leaning in for a kiss, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” He replied, resting his forehead on hers, “Okay, so what do you say to getting changed into something comfier and getting into bed, eating those chocolates and the popcorn and watch this film?”

“Hmm, I like that idea,” She said, giving him another kiss, “But…”

“But what?” He asked.

“But… this is one of our last nights together for a while… and I can think of much better things to do with our time…” She said, suggestively, releasing herself from his arms and picking up the flowers and chocolates, “I’m sure these will be much better… over here. I’m sure our snacks can wait a while…”

She took the chocolates and flowers and put them on the desk, next to the bed.

“Wow, you are full of good ideas,” Ty laughed as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“I know, it’s why you proposed in the first place,” She teased as she walked back over to him. They both quickly got undressed and got into bed, they allowed themselves to thoroughly enjoy one of their last nights together.  

Later on, the two of them were wrapped up in the quilts, eating some popcorn and catching the end of We are the Millers.

“I really do love this film! It’s a shame we missed the beginning of it… and the middle!” Amy laughed.

“You’re not complaining are you?” Ty asked, teasingly.

She shook her head, “Nope, of course not. I am sure we will be able to watch it the whole way through another time,” she laughed.

“Yeah, I promise, next date night, we will watch it from the beginning,” He replied, kissing her on the cheek.

“These chocolates really are amazing, you did good Dr Borden,” She said, as she unwrapped the last one and bit into it.

“I know, I am amazing. I can’t believe we are driving back home tomorrow… What do you want to do? Just drive straight back… or?” He asked.

“Well, seeing as we need to be out of here by 9, get some breakfast at that café and then go and pick up the horses… I’m sure we could be on the road by 11… plan in the time to get home if the roads are okay, we should be home by 6pm. So, to make the most of our last night together, I say we just drive straight back, maybe have a stop for a late lunch, early dinner? Say we got stuck in traffic around 4 hours in, ring Lou to say we will not get home until after 11 so not to bother making us dinner… and we will just stay at the trailer so we don’t go in waking anyone up. Have I missed anything?” She said, as she was mentally ticking off a list of things to do.

“Wow, you are so scheming! I do think that is a good plan though. Also, if we get in so late tomorrow night, we won’t get over to the ranch until at least lunch time the next day because of how tired we are…” Ty laughed, “We are good at this, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we really are,” Amy yawned, “Come on, let’s get some sleep… I’m not following the film really anymore and I'm exhausted. What time shall we get up in the morning?”

“I’d say around 8? We don’t have much to pack,” He suggested, “Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine by me,” She mumbled, as she turned off the telly and lay down.

Ty set the alarm on his phone and snuggled down in the bed, he opened up his arms for Amy to lie in, “Come here,” He said.

She momenteriraly opened her eyes and snuggled up to him, “Mmm good night, I love you.”

Ty kissed the top of her head and murmured, “I love you too.”

It didn’t take long for both of them to fall into a nice, deep sleep. Ready for the long drive home, tomorrow.

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The big post about how i love my sneasel who is great

Welcome to that post. It might get long.

Reaper the level 100 Naughty nature Sneasel with Keen Eye who experienced pokerus once and has contest ribbons from too many regions oh my gosh Leeeeeeets get going on how much I adore my little guy!

Okay, the story behind him. He is kinda unofficially my starter pokemon?

Cos of course there was no way to keep your mons from RBY and GSC back then, but I’d kinda only had one pokemon anyway. I was a dumb kid who just solo’d both games with my raichu Chuppy. And sadly I ended up losing them even before the whole transfer issue, someone stole my Gold cartridge during school and when I found it half smashed in the playground all the data had been corrupted. It did actually play though, just with some colour issues I think? I never really restarted cos it felt cruel to Chuppy to do it. So I’m happy that the virtual console rerelease let me reincarnate Chuppy and even make them a cool new alola form! (though they had a different gender this time, but meh i get to headcanon my chu is trans like me, haha) So yeah thats the story of my official first pokemon, but Chuppy didnt really have any personality or headcanons back then cos I was so new to the franchise. And Reaper ended up lasting way longer and sharing every single other region with me, so he kinda took the spot of ‘starter’ even if he wasnt ‘first’. (I still was really happy to welcome reincarnation Chuppy home tho!)

Reaper actually came from Pokemon Colosseum, of all places! His OT name is the completely-wrong ‘Tom’ cos he was from when I restarted my game after getting stuck and just buttonmashed one of the default names out of frustration. I actually caught him in a master ball just cos I was that excited to hug the lil guy! Sneasel was my fave gen 2 mon but i never managed to catch one actually in GSC, i didnt know it was limited to a rare encounter in the very last area. And even before I caught him I knew sneasel was in this game via guides, so i was waiting with baited breath and establishing headcanons even before i found him. Then I just COULD NOT WAIT, hence the master ball! XD I kinda preemptivel based him on the iron mask marauder’s sneasel from the celebi movie, cos shadow pokemon are similar to his brainwashing stuff. And I always liked his sneasel, scizor and tyranitar, for such minor roles they are. It was a nice nuance for the bad guy’s pokemon to be shown as VERY MUCH not evil, just enslaved by magic brainwashing and mistreated. It warmed my heart seeing them freeing each other and escaping in the end once the control was broken! But also it established sneasel as a really cool badass fighter that I wanted to have someday, yknow?

So yeah I got this guy from colosseum before I even played RSE, and he ended up being my ‘starter’ in that game so much that i cant even remember which one i picked. I boxed it right away and never thought about it again, I was a callous kid! It was actually really interesting playing ORAS and finally getting to see what the hoenn starters are actually like, lol And Reaper remained my best friend across like ELEVEN OR MORE REPLAYS of every single gen 3 game except emerald. Cos at that time in my childhood i literally did not have any other games. i spent around three or four years with just sapphire, leafgreen and final fantasy tactics advance. (Oh boy that game’s script is stuck in my brain for all time) And getting attatched to the characters and making new ones all the time was how i kept from getting bored this way ^_^ Buuuuut... it kinda meant that I just discarded most of them super fast to make more. the only other pokemon that migrated to sinnoh with Reaper was Nether the sableye, who was kinda his rival/best friend. (Tho I mispelled it as Neava so he’s stuck that way, lol. And both of them are in all caps forever...) Nether is kinda the basis for my recent oc Malachi, so he’s like an entirely different story for another time. But he was my Sapphire buddy and Reaper was one region older via the power of spinoffs.

And oh man yeah i totally loved the shadow pokemon plot lol! I just headcanoned his plot with regards to that was the same as the marauder’s mons. Perfectly nice tiny sneasel boy is kidnapped and experimented upon by evils, but my love saved him and now he is soft once more. He didnt really have much angst from it, but it helped such a wild spirit grow to trust my hero and trust humans in general after such a rocky introduction to them. I imagined it was like training a dangerous dog to be a police canine, with that arm guard thing that they bite! Shadow pokemon training must be WAY more tough than it seems on the surface! So like ash’s charizard plot, where it ends up with really fire forged family love after all the hardship. I think that before he met my trainer he was just like a loner robin hood type character who valued his freedom and thought that tamed pokemon were all wusses. But alas, he was forced to experience human hugs, and now he’s addicted! but he’d still be quite rebellious and wild and have a lot of goofy cute interactions as he tries to learn all this complicated stuff about being a pet. Why cant I pee on the carpet?? Why do I have to eat pellet food? Why are you mad when i bring you dead mice and pidgey eggs?? bad bad influence on the other mons, but also a softhearted big bro who WANTS to be a good influence. He pretends to be all aloof and stoic cliche angsty antihero, but always messes up and looks cute instead! And he gets crushingly sad if any of his lil siblings actually does get afraid of him. Noooo the grumpyness is for the humans! Not for you!! No-one is allowed to pet the sneas except the other pokemon. It my duty to protect my new pack of strangely shaped sneasels! Oh and he likes booze. In human terms he’d be around 25-30, but still its not good for animals to drink human liquor. Never stopped him though! He’d always find ways to sniff it out and swipe half-finished cans from the trash and stuff. Bad angstman! I know thats part of your archetype but stop it!

So... basically he was like.. cloud? original version from ff7 where he was sassy and goofy sometimes, except reaper is like that all the time with less angst and pretty much zero ego. He’s just like a kind yet not completely competant fun uncle who tries his best to put up a cool guy front to impress the kids (and push away scary humans) but his innate sweetness means he always messes up. And he’s super tsundere about the fact he considers his trainer part of his infinate pack of children, even if every other human is DANGER MODE. Must protect this human from the other ones! Must teach them the ways of the sneas! Oh, and I imagined his appearance as a gijinka would be kinda like Squall from ff8. cos he actually started off as a parody of that unlikeable angstman archetype, and i didnt even know Cloud existed until yeaaaars later. (Played the ffs completely out of order...) So i figured he’d be like squall but with dark skin and a kinda sirus black hairstyle. (Cos that guy contributed the kind uncle part of his inspiration!) Oh and of course a sneasely colourscheme for the fur coat. And I ended up making him hold Blackglasses so often that it was an in-joke that he actually wore shades 24/7 even in normal pokemon form XD

When I first got him in Collosseum he was really useful for his Brick Break move, and im actually really happy that the brick break image on bulbapedia is the collosseum sneasel using it! It was very very good as one of the few mons available with that move in the very limited choices you had for that game. But his signature move kinda ended up being Surf, even though his stats would have been awful for it even if I’d ev trained him properly XD I just found it so bizarre that sneasel of all things could learn that HM! I imagined he formed a surfboard out of ice to carry the trainer, cos there’s no way you could stand on the back of a 30cm tall weasel...

And man lets just have some random sneasel headcanons now!

* Their feathers exist to sense wind fluctuations, which are useful in their natural environment to anticipate snowstorms and track prey in low visibility.

* The ear feather is just for this, its the more sensitive one. The tail feathers are more for manipulating objects and other day to day life. They’re more matted and dont really have the same hearing ability, but the joints are way more flexible so they can be moved independantly like three actual tails. Sneasels can pick up small delicate objects by brushing them up between the tails, then rolling them down their back to reach their mouth. they also use the tails to brush away dirt, hide their tracks in the snow, form surprisingly intricate igloo-like nests and groom their fur with the utmost precision.

* Sneasels will outright resent any attempts to groom them by anyone but their closest human friend, since inevitably humans cant do as good of a job. But humans can scratch behind your ears and give cuddles, so it all works out!

* In the wild, sneasels eat primarily eggs, some nuts and berries, scavenged semi-rotten meat and not so much live prey. Even though they’re very skilled, they’re also very fragile and cautious because of it. They’ll only hunt in extreme situations, instead preferring to confuse and mislead their way to dinner. Sneasels are very social and loyal to each other even if they’re not to anyone else. Their most common strategy is the whole pack wards off a dangerous foe while one lone unit sneaks past and robs that pokemon’s food stores, to share with the family. Even if they’re forced to hunt their own prey, they still follow these strategies and try to just outrun the enemy until it dies of exhaustion or freezes in the blizzard. They’re experts of making cuts that disable but don’t kill- going in close enough to deliver that final blow means risking a valuable pack member’s life!

Not really a headcanon now but back to reaper himself, I always kinda imagine him looking more like a real weasel. I like sneasel’s design but the bipedal humanoid proportions arent exactly the best thing, yknow? i feel like it should have had shorter more pawlike back legs and just been top-heavy with the super claws. Like.. I imagine kinda a furret? just the appeal of actual weasels and stoats plz. I love sneasel but when i looked up weasels as a kid i was like MY HEART!!! they’re sock puppet babies with lint fuzz faces Also I think sneasel’s claws are kinda comically short and boring considering theyre like its Big Feature. I liked when they were drawn a bit longer in older artworks, and i always imagined reaper had longer ones like scyther-y level. Thats why I named him that! Crescent moon claws of awesomeness, striking in the night~! ...he would be really cool if he wasnt such a cuddly dork. I love him so much, he’s my baby. And my dad. And my uncle?? he’s just a very good friend and im happy videogames can touch my heart like nothing else let me love my nonexistant magic weasel from cyberspace forevermore~!

[jasonvtodd]

Hi, could you recommend some great tv shows? The more the merrier, I'm really desperate for anything GOOD.

Yes! I’d love too :) 

Ok so no order but…

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2003) - yes its old school late 90′s, yes its one of those shows like charmed and other shows from that kinda era where when you watch it you gotta remember that for its time its ok for a shitty ass werewolf costume to not be laughable XD i meann. you can laugh at it if you want liike i do but id also fight to the death for it. also probably one of the only great/good things that has come from joss whedon. it has so many layers, so many things that even though its a supernatural based show… it deals with a lot of real life issues and mirrors them very well in a different unique way. also it was the first time they showed you a f/f relationship on tv properly and in depth, willow & tara, who shatter my heart just thinking about them ok. this show was the first tv show i ever got into when i was younger and started collecting the dvds every time i was out shopping i’d go searching down any seasons i could grab. honestly, 20/10 would recommend, always holds a special place in my heart and ive lost count of how many times ive watched it so theres that

Supernatural (2005-current) - like buffy, this show was the second show that i got heavily into. look. just ignore the fandom, watch the first 5 seasons when it was actually good and quality, and cry over swan song (finale of s5) which is the end of the show yes (cause look the creator kripke, only ever planned for 5 seasons and so he left after swan song cause he set out what he wanted to do. they should have ended it there but they didnt sigh) honestly the relationship between dean and sam.. their brothership is like… everything to me ok goddamn those boys would and have died for each other and i love them so very much. it was the first fandom i got into too online and lool honesly sorry if i have any mutuals who are spn blogs (fairly certain i dont though) but that fandom is insane, ridiculous and way too much so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ take that on board but please dont dismiss this show because of it, which is really what everyone else does these days but i cant even really be mad

Band of Brothers (2001) - ok… so… im about to talk about three shows (this one is one of the three… part of the hbo war trinity) which honestly mean a lot to me as well… but also cause of how heartbreakingly real they are and how important i think it is for everyone (who is ok with gore/violence/death etc) to watch as it is a part of history that happened and many men who gave up their lives so that we could all be where we are today. band of brothers is about history of easy company (and others) which were part of the 101st Airborne Division and their mission in WWII Europe and there part in it. its based on stephen ambrose band of brothers book and im just going to steal something from wikipedia here All of the characters portrayed are based on members of Easy Company. Some of the men were recorded in contemporary interviews, which viewers see as preludes to each episode. The men’s identities are not revealed until the finale. and honestly… is just such a masterpiece and all the actors took their roles very serious. they had to all go through a intense bootcamp with an instructor who did it for a living training all sorts of divisions and here i cried about it here before honestly if you want more info on it/more pain/reasons to watch it… go to @thomasflint cause this is getting long and i havent even expressed 5% of my proper feelings regarding it…. but when i rewatched it i was just yelling/crying nonstop via text to hira to the point where it was basically like she was watching it with me and then sh ewas crying too isduhfjdhf this show will ruin you man

Generation Kill (2008) - josh ray person is a piece of shit and id die for him the end

ok im joking only not really. but no ok this is marines It is based on the 2004 book of the same name by Evan Wright about his experience as an embedded reporter with the United States Marine Corps’ 1st Reconnaissance Battalion during the 2003 invasion of Iraq annd ive finally got my hands on the gk book, im not even halfway through reading it… and im so livid of how much they took from the book, word for word they did everything on point and its so great and all these boys from all these shows mean everything to me so im being repetitive here but… i love all these dipshits so much goddamn aisduhf all their dynamics are great and unlike band of brothers & the pacific… their commanding officers are going to get them killed for all the stupid shit they pull and have basically no experience compared to the men they’re supposed to be leading but these guys… my marines of gk.. are badfuckingass ok. like i was reading about the shit they have to go through and the screening process basically and god these guys?? i just?? click here and basically just read the first page of chapter one and the first two sentences on the page after it i just iaushd godd my guys ausdh also again, ask hira ( @thomasflint ) i quote josh ray person too much. if you ever hear me saying yeah homes, we pimpin … ya, blame ray. again, like all these hbo war shows i could write essays on why i love these shows but ill try talk about other shows too hi

The Pacific (2010) - 

#drink everytime emily says that

ok so this is during ww2 and the story of a group of marines who fought against the japense in the pacific and again, all based on real people who went through this themselves. once again, all the dynamic between the men in spite of what they’re going through makes it worth while… dont talk to me about eugene ‘doc’ roe or webster with his choclate oh ok wrong series thats bob but they should be mentioned ok or hoosier and his attatchment to a blanket and cuddling a dog to save it from being blown to shit or snafu opening shit for his boyfriend or never forget how fucked areyou now and ok since we’re sharing songs… gory, gory what a hell of a way to die and ok liike i am not really doing these shows justice by properly talking about them but aoisudh i just think they should all be watched if you have the time and dont get triggered by gore/death/violcen/etc (probably google for an extensive list of triggers but those are the main) or go get hira to yell at u about them too cause she will happily do so. and ok so these videos have spoilers buuut https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HW1vxHrug7I and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjhspHQGZLI ha ahahah im now bawling cheers hira you dickshit 

Black Sails (2014-2017) - no seriously just ask @thomasflint​ im getting tired of yelling  here iasduhfb shes the whole reason i fell into this gay pirates path with all the badass women and im so emo over flint and his lover isudhf 

ok so im too lazy now to cry about more shows in detail (though i do love so many more ok tv show junkie hi) but the next ones are still favourites and quality tv my friend

Sons of Anarchy (2008-2014) -A man in his early 30s struggles to find a balance in his life between being a new dad and his involvement in a motorcycle club.

Smallville (2001-2011) - A young Clark Kent struggles to find his place in the world as he learns to harness his alien powers for good and deals with the typical troubles of teenage life in Smallville, Kansas.

Warehouse 13 (2009-2014) - After saving the life of the President in Washington D.C., a pair of U.S Secret Service agents are whisked away to a covert location in South Dakota that houses supernatural objects that the Regents, an Authority above and outside any government, have collected over the centuries. Their new assignment: retrieve any lost objects and investigate reports of new ones.

In the Flesh (2013) - Four years after the Rising, the government starts to rehabilitate the Undead for reentry into society, including teenager Kieren Walker, who returns to his small Lancashire village to face a hostile reception, as well as his own demons.

Justified (2010-2015) - Old-school U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens is reassigned from Miami to his childhood home in the poor, rural coal-mining towns in Eastern Kentucky.

Nikita (2010-2013) - A rogue assassin returns to take down the secret organization that trained her.

honestly anything that is bolded here is worth looking into. hopefully there’s something that catches your eye here, otherwise jsut hmu if you want more information/emily crying about something

[1v1-me-irl]

In my dreams last night, someone shot up a place, i snuck out fine, he approached after (said place was near my old house that i lived in with my mother) while i was trying to sneak one of my siblings away and i stabbed him and then tried to call 911 and they told me they couldnt send an ambulance because the local elementary school was having a drill and everyone was there

He turned out to be fine, but he did end up killing himself in front of a handful of us but we couldnt tell the rest of the people in the house so we had to act surprised when we found out. Then i was told to always search a dead mans pockets because sometimes you find good shit

Uhhh i went to warped tour? My outfit was banging i dont really remember who i saw

And then i woke up and then i fell back asleep and a seperate dream started. Dont remember too much from the beginning. I remember being in a grocery store and it was attatched to a treehouse, and i remember climbing down the treehouse and suddenly i was playing spyro and i hadnt yet realized id had this part of the dream before but were getting close. I 100% it. Got all the gems, and a bonus level unlocked. So i get behind the gate and this is where my brain mixed crash bandicoot in it cause theres crates and tnt and nitros and the not sparx tiki head guy that i never remember his name. The villian is called 13, but in reality its just a mix of all 3 villians but mainy the not cortex or n. Gin. I also forget his name all the time. So the point is to break all the crates, get all the gems, deal with the villains bullshit and thats it. He doesnt heads on attack you until you bust all the crates but he does fuck with the map. Anywho, you walk past him and he spews some shit and i died. No attacks, just suddenly, im standing outside of the gate, as me, not spyro, and its locked and i cant get back in. At this point my brain kinda hits a "god damn it here we go again" moment and i can vaguley start to remember whats going on. Suddenly my partner is there as well as my friend evan. We can actually move around on the outskirts of the map, into the stadium and baseball field that were previously there for background decoration, and we can get up to the gate but nothing we can do to open or get past it. Now, we see 2 strangers walking inside the gate talking about how some weird shit is going down. And we yell but of course they cant hear us. Suddenly the younger version of the 2 strangers show up and we kinda catch them up on what happened. My partners friend daniel shows up and we also catch him up. Now keep in mind the last time i had this dream i was like 18-19. My partner and daniel were different people but i couldnt really tell you who for the life of me but i digress

Shit starts to get weird here alright. Evan passes out, but only for a few seconds. When he comes to, we hear footsteps behind the gate and look up and see an older version of evan walking by us kind of just muttering to himself. Hes like a strange cross between national treasure nicholas cage and sherlock holmes. More in the aesthetic than anything else. Idk it wasnt ugly, he looked cool and good in it. Maybe more english professor idk.

Now in retrospect the "older version"s thing is hilarious to me because as i said, i had this dream when i was like 19. I'm now almost 24, evan is going to be 25, my partner just turned 28, and daniel is somewhere in between all that im not totally sure, but 19 y/o me put older us at probably about 30, which is now not very far away, so i guess i should more call it "dope as shit alternate versions" of us instead of older.

Anyways, down goes daniel, his older version comes out. He looks like a streetfighter character but very much more gay. Daniel is a dancer irl, blonde, blue eyes, and already prretty ripped but still a twink. I have nothing to really further expand on his.

Jon goes down, following myself shortly after. We enter at the same time, very clearly villan coded. Pink lighting strikes and my ass goes "im pink this time?" Nope. Jon and i fly out on a pegasus and he's blonde and in a pink and black bdsm/doctor outfit. Ive got long ass black hair in a ponytail and red eyes and im in a super goth outfit and like ridiculous platform boots and we both are laughing fands are clearly visible on both of us and all my accessories including a mask are made of bdsm rope.

They fly off into the loop that contains the crates. Unfortunately, i did not get to find out if we were villans this time around before waking up because i for sure wasnt last time

So here we are 2 unnamed strangers who didnt do much as their younger selves, its their older selves that mattered, jon, evan, daniel, me. Not a terrible group for the upcoming events.

Enemies started spawning, so we fucked off into the high up balcony to chat. I pretty much knew at this point what to do. I knew there was a giant radio that wasnt sending off any signals behind the gate that older evan was trying to figure out. I knew the enemies were music sensitive, but only a specific song would kill them and i was racking my brain trying to remember what song. I knew we had to complete 3 tasks in the map outskirts in order to open the gate and join up with our otherselves to kick ass and beat the bonus round. Which, wasnt necessarily joining up. We could see/hear them, but not vice versa. But if we affected the world in some way, it would also affect it for them too. This is just accepted knowledge from the first time i dreamt this.

Currently daniel sang a song, and dropped to the lower octave and jon just goes "dude, what? You cant hit that?" And he does the verse, going up to the correct higger octace in the song.

Anyways we all just kinda joke for a bit. Evan cant really sing but he was..... okay ish enough to just provide an extra voice. He wasnt really loud enough to pose an issue. I go alright, time to go to the baseball fields, sing take me out to the ball game. I dont really remember the other 2 tasks.

The gate unlocked. I went to run off to see if older evan got anywhere with the radio yet.

And then my partners work alarm went off and i woke up.